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stella has been moved!
she’s been moved to a sideblog of the same url and replies will be posted over there. all follows will come from my multi #sourfilm
stella has been moved!
she’s been moved to a sideblog of the same url and replies will be posted over there. all follows will come from my multi #sourfilm
#prompt: you are eating an orange ...
the moon is beautiful, isn't it? @vnerate.
it's easy to forget her own existence — all the lives she's lived up until this point. some days, she's still the foolish fourteen year old; hair snipped short, tips painted pink — metal pierced through her skin, makeup smeared as she stares out the window watching the man leave over and over again, nothing but the glow from the moonlight up above to taunt her till its replaced by daylight. and other days, like now. she's fully grown, bones cold and desperate for friction. the longer her head stays pointed to the night sky, the more visible and textured each crater on the moon becomes. if she were to close her eyes, suck in a breath and hold it briefly — she might find a semblance of tranquility. until she remembers the company beside her, until she remembers this isn't all a figment of her imagination, she isn't alone.
“ it is. ” chin tips down, sight shifting from their lock on the distant orb to glance at the redhead beside her. “ it tends to have a way of making you feel rather... ” melancholic. but there's no need to divulge inwards. biting her tongue instead, exhaling the breath she'd held. “ it's serene. ”
it's giving ... (s4) stella
( * & . — ‘ YOU ’ ( NOVEL ) SENTENCE STARTERS .
* starters from the 2014 novel ‘ you ’ by caroline kepnes . warnings for sex , violence , stalking , & swearing .
‘ you blush and i could love you . ’
‘ most people would say i’m the fuckup . ’
‘ it’s no secret that most people are fucking idiots . ’
‘ he’s a pretentious fuck and a liar . ’
‘ you need an escort , especially if you want to dress like a fucking whore . ’
‘ i like that you take care of yourself instead of filling your home and your pussy with a string of inadequate men . ’
‘ you’re a sweetheart . you see the best in people . you complement me . ’
‘ who can sleep with you in the world ? ’
‘ i will take that balloon and tie it around their neck because who the fuck can cunt out over a balloon ?! ’
‘ the assholes are always puzzled when the order of the universe is restored , when they are held accountable for their cowardly , pretentious , loveless ways . ’
‘ some guys are assholes and you have to accept that . ’
‘ the problem with books is that they end . ’
‘ the only thing crueler than a cage so small that a bird can’t fly is a cage so large that a bird thinks it can fly . ’
‘ you are not easily rescued . ’
‘ yeah , i don’t have a yale degree , but my bullshit detector is excellent . top drawer , even . ’
‘ the world fell out of love with love at some point . ’
‘ your lips were made for mine . you are the reason i have a mouth , a heart . ’
‘ if we were teenagers , i could kiss you . ’
‘ you ooze joy and she is an open wound , shrill and wan , unfucked and unloved . ’
‘ she knew she was killing me and she knew that i was not the type to go down without a fight . ’
‘ i know the power of silence . i remember my dad saying nothing and i remember his silences more vividly than i remember the things he said . ’
‘ happiness is believing that you’re gonna be happy . it’s hope . ’
‘ but did you read them , fuckface ? ’
‘ if people could handle their self - loathing , customer service would be smoother . ’
‘ the trouble with society is that if the average person knew about us – you , alone , orgasming three times a night , and me , across the street , watching you orgasm , alone – most people would say i’m the fuckup . ’
‘ you are a woman and i am a man and we belong in the dark together . ’
‘ talking to you is like traveling through time . ’
‘ the most important thing i know is that i want the possibility of you more than the reality of her . ’
‘ my middle school health teacher told us you can only hold eye contact for ten seconds before scaring or seducing someone . ’
‘ eye contact is what keeps us civilized . ’
‘ love’s a marathon , not a sprint . ’
‘ well , sometimes you just want to go where it’s dark , you know ? ’
‘ some people , it’s like they care more about their status updates than their actual lives . ’
‘ some people on this earth receive love , get married , and honeymoon in cabo . others do not . some people read alone on the sofa and some people read together , in bed . that’s life . ’
‘ don’t make a baby if you’re not capable of unconditional love . ’
‘ when i’m nervous , i get nasty . it’s a problem . ’
‘ that’s because every day is the only day . ’
‘ she’s dead inside , like a corpse . she instagrams methodically , clinically , as if she’s gathering evidence for defense , like her entire life is dedicated to proving that she has a life . ’
‘ we’re too old to be young . ’
‘ full of disclaimers , you’re like a warning label on a pack of cigarettes . ’
‘ if you knew what i went through to get into your home , that i messed up my back trying to know you , inside and out , you’d judge me for it . ’
‘ when a girl likes talking about you more than talking to you , well , in my experience , that’s the end . ’
‘ you grow through love . you don’t postpone love until you stop growing . ’
‘ you know they’re all pussies , each and every one of ‘em . ’
‘ most kids are assholes , just like most adults . ’
‘ it’s like they can smell the public school on me . ’
‘ who can sleep with you in the world ? ’
‘ he’s been to rehab , which is a travesty ; you can tell by his smug face that he’s not capable of genuine addiction . ’
‘ there’s emptiness in him that can never be filled , emptiness that dressed up well at prep school , where a lack of willpower is called creativity . ’
‘ what a shame to be so angered by what you don’t have that you treat what you do have like it’s nothing . ’
‘ i think that all children do better with happy parents than married parents . ’
‘ brunch , a meal invented by rich white chicks to rationalize day drinking and bingeing on french toast . ’
‘ you are a monster , deathly , solipsistic to the bone and you’re blasphemous because all you want is you . ’
‘ is your twitter bio your subtle way of announcing that you’re an attention whore who has no standards and will give an audience to any poor schmuck who says hello ? ’
‘ you miss me . and i miss you . ’
‘ i cry and watch pitch perfect and sing along with the barden bellas . i don’t want to be a person who knows the name of a fictional a cappella group in a chick flick but that’s what love has done to me . ’
‘ it’s amazing how good 50 and sunny feels after you’ve been bleeding in 12 with a windchill of go fuck yourself . ’
‘ you want to know what i know and hear what i like to hear . ’
‘ you relax your arms and lower your legs and when animals open up like that , they want to fuck . ’
‘ i’ll fucking kill hugh grant . ’
‘ life isn’t always ideal , not for most people . ’
‘ what makes us become us ? what fucks us up and why ? ’
‘ i want life to move slowly because i want to anticipate you with all my heart , greet you with all my heart , fuck you with all my heart , and miss you with all my heart . ’
‘ i have to laugh because i sound like a greeting card but i deserve this , you , joy . ’
‘ i hope you’ll ask me to eat you out in the bathroom at starbucks . ’
‘ he cheats on you . a lot . compulsively . ’
‘ it means you covet me . maybe even more than i realize since right now your hand is heading to your cunt yet again . ’
‘ you’re so clean that you’re dirty . ’
‘ they’re in their own world , where good things happen , a quarter mile and a million light years away . ’
‘ night moves don’t work in the morning . ’
‘ you don’t want to be spanked . you want love . ’
‘ dear girl , you’re not an island . be populated . be welcoming to love . ’
@GREATDCVIDE. ID: MATTHEWS, CHARLOTTE.
“ was it? ” there's no helping the cock of her head, expression never wavering as she eyes the other woman for a moment before glancing down to her notebook. chest lifting, tongue dipping out as fingers come to scribble across the paper. she could see the way in which charlotte fidgets; slow hammering beneath skin and bone that stella's seen time and time again. people weren't quick to realise their bodily actions could give them away all too easily if you studied them long enough. albeit, that didn't necessarily mean stella had it all figured out. “ camp green pine. would you call it a spiritual healing journey? ” lifting her head, brow quirking as she looks back.
Q: WHERE SHOULD YOU BE KISSED ?
a: forehead.
over-worrying and overthinking everything, your mind is always a whirling storm. no matter how you try, the fears overwhelm all else. you need someone trusted to press a kiss to your forehead, helping to quiet the thoughts that just refuse to settle.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
some of these I have collected from random sites & some are from a post that I can’t find . Feel free to add on / specify as much as needed !♡
What are their 5 most recent google searches?
What is their love language?
What websites do they use the most?
List 5-10 sleep/bedtime related headcanons!
What’s their texting style like?
What do they call their parents?
When they’re overwhelmed / upset, what do they do to calm themselves? what could someone else do to calm them?
Do they believe in ghosts? What is their opinion on the supernatural?
Do they still have a blankie, doll or stuffed animal that they’ve kept from their childhood?
List 5-10 songs that remind you of your muse!
If your muse has powers, do they like them? what’s their favorite thing to use them for?
How does your muse handle emotions? what does it take to get your muse to cry? what are they like when they’re angry?
Does your muse cuss? do they do it a lot? what usually makes them cuss? if they don’t, why not? if they do, what are their favorite cuss words?
List 5-10 appearance related headcanons!
How does your muse handle distressing and/or overwhelming situations?
What is a fear they won’t admit to anyone?
How does your muse handle blame/guilt? do they avoid it? find something/someone else to blame?
What are the last 5 texts they sent and who are they to?
What is on your muses phone? ( apps , photos , contacts , notes , most used emoijs .etc )
What do they usually use to text people? ( skype , discord , whatsapp .etc )
Who’s their favorite parent? why them and not the other?
What’s their usual body temperature? are they always hot/cold? do they easily become one of these?
Put us in your muses house! is there a specific squeaky floorboard? what does the house usually smell like? is it messy/clean? if they have more than one bathroom, which one do they use the most? list what the vibe is usually like there or any headcanons about their home!
Do they still watch cartoons? if so, what are their favorites?
What would your muse be like in a apocalypse setting? if they already are, what would they be like in a world where there wasn’t one?
What are some vocal headcanons you have? do they have a stutter? a vocal tic? do they stumble over their words or use a lot of ‘uh’s and ‘um’s? do they have a word they like to say a lot?
What’s your muses preferred form of transport and why?
If your muse went through something traumatic, what are some things they usually avoid now? how are they handling things now compared to how they did when it first happened?
How do they usually greet people ( people they know , don’t know .etc )
What are their grandparents like? does your muse like them?
What are they like in a relationship? what are some dating headcanons you have?
How does your muse react to affection? do they like it or not? are they touch starved? what is their favorite form of physical affection?
How many times do they shower? what do they think about? do they sing?
Is there somebody they haven’t been able to forgive? What did they do? Do they want to forgive them?
Do they pick wildflowers?
If they talked in their sleep, what weird jumble of words would come out?
What’s their handwriting like? is it easy to read or messy?
What are some nicknames they have for other characters in their universe?
What are their Christmases usually like? what about Halloween?
Write out their last nightmare as a short scene.
How does your muse handle bad people? are they a fighter? do they avoid conflict?
Give us a excerpt from their diary!
When does your muse ask for help? ( when things get bad , before they get bad .etc )
What are some trinkets your muse has?
On a road trip, are they the driver, the DJ in the passenger seat, or one of the people eating snacks and huddled under the bags in the back?
What type of friend is your muse?
Is your muse open about their struggles or do they bottle everything up? why?
List some things that remind you of your muse! ( the forest , books , rain .etc )
Do they sleep in normal clothes or pajamas? To what degree are they clothed?
What would it be like to live with your muse? ( as a family member , roommate , lover .etc )
When they sneeze: hand, elbow, shirt or nothing?
Their crush asks them to dance and pulls them to the dance floor. How do they react? Do they try to hide their feelings? And most importantly, do they dance?
In a found family setting, what is your muse? are they the protector? the baby?
What is their body language like when sleepy?
What game are they terrible at playing?
Do they have a sensitive spot/s?
Where is their favorite place to be kissed?
What is their body language like when they are stressed?
How are they like when they cry? does their nose get clogged to the point that it’s hard to breathe? do they hiccup when they cry? do they try to stay quiet? are they a loud cryer or a silent cryer?
What is their discord profile like? ( profile picture , name , servers )
Would your muse ever partake in a séance? have they? if so, what happened and would they do it again? if not, why?
What is their go-to crying song/s?
What was the last dream they had?
Does your muse ever want kids? if so, how many and would they adopt? if not, why?
What type of tiktoks do they watch?
What is your muses opinion on glitter?
How does your muse laugh? is it infectious? quiet? obnoxious?
How does your muse handle a nightmare? do they go tell someone? ask to sleep with someone? stay awake? go back to sleep?
If your muses life has drastically changed, do they wish they could go back to how it was before? what would they do if things suddenly went back to then?
What are some unique talents your muse has that no many people can do?
How much does your muse care? would they die for the ones they love?
Does your muse know how to cook? are they good or bad?
Is your muse good at taking care of themselves? or do they need constant reminders to eat/drink/rest?
How does your muse react when hurt? does your muse instantly try to fix/cover the injury ( I.E; immediately clicking their nose back in place , taking out the object .etc )? would they rather someone else look at it? do they scream or pass out?
"ah, fuck it" from Maggie :3
it should come as no surprise; not when one is always on alert, focsued on taking in each detail, almost submersing oneself into the picture itself. [ why are you so afraid to be seen — known, what fears of being alive haunt you night and day ? ] but that doesn't make her psychic — able to predict the future or what's to come, she - like everybody else could merely live in the moment and decide right then and there which action to take, which path they'll be forced down. there's no telling to how the night is supposed to go, how long it should stretch on for — but once the pair have left the quaint bar, heels click down pavement as they pass by an alleyway; there's too much running through her system, guard let down with the comfort of present company, there's no containing the noise that spills from her mouth, feet stumbling as she feels her back hit the wall and lips on hers. not needing to think twice before hands are snaked round the woman's waist, palms flat against her back as she leans further in, mouth hungry for more as she holds back the moan strangled at the bottom of her throat.
send “ah, fuck it” to shove my muse up against a wall for a surprise kiss.
#SCATCRCCIO — ID: SCATORCCIO, NATALIE.
inner turmoil is relentless, nagging — tugging like a stubborn child glued to ones side. it's easy to disect the one before her, to see the inner struggle before answering. there's a twitch at the corner of lips, head barely cocking to the side as she watches, waits patiently with curiosity more than anticipation. hand reaches for the glass, already bringing it to her lips to take a small swig. wasn't that she was already doing to natalie? assuming to know more than she actually did. “ fancy doesn't necessarily mean good. it's all about one's palate. ” whiskey was whiskey when the key factor still got her to the end goal: feeling something as the buzz spreads through her body. merely shrugging, lips curling into a faint smirk, her shoulders already beginning to loosen as she leans back slightly, tongue dipping out momentarily to run over her lips. “ i don't find you to be an asshole, ” a pause, another swig while the beat passes. “ stubborn, perhaps. you're hostile, but that isn't inherently bad. ”
100% this is just what the inside of stella’s home sounds like
Send “ah, fuck it” to shove my muse up against a wall for a surprise kiss 👀
finally remembered stella’s pinterest login 🫶
and when jay books a red eye to come surprise stella on her birthday then what
it's easy to forget — be kept at the back of her mind beneath rubble and tar till it's unrecognisable. she hasn't celebrated in who knows how many years; she'd stopped counting, it felt pointless to celebrate her own life, to relish in her trip around the sun as the clock keeps ticking and her age keeps switching. all it ever did was depress and remind her of that ache sitting in the pit of her stomach. (a little girl yearning for something more than all this)
however, there's no denying it crossing her mind every few years, waves crashing onto shore as it covers the tips of her toes and reminds her.
it's gone past midnight, the london nightlife on easter sunday dwindled; specks of light from homes still enveolping the holiday occasion scattered outside the window she looks through, currently nursing a whiskey — already on her second, the gold liquid pleasantly buzzing through her body that it's almost melancholic. her body begins to sway to the music quietly spreading throughout her kitchen and living space, the vinyl spinning round and round till her lids are fluttering closed. albeit, peace doesn't last — the knocking at the door startling her, body jolting as eyes widen, fingers gripping the crystal as the whiskey swishes against the sides. her pulse begins to thrum beneath skin and bone as she lifts the glass to her mouth and downs the remaning contents before discarding the glass in her sink as she moves to stop the vinyl from spinning, the music cutting short as she starts to tie her robe around her and head to the door. she doesn't peer out the peephole, instead she unlocks the doorknob and keeps the chain linked before prying open the door. any fears or discomfort are quickly dissipating, a rush of warmth spreading through her completely as her heart plummets, mouth slowly opening as her throat goes dry and she closes the door, unlocking the chain with dainty fingers before opening the door completely. “ jay? ” it croaks out, almost as though she can't quite believe what she's seeing. “ what — you're here.” @51163
it’s the ninth here so happy birthday stella 🫶
[ BOLD AND ITALICIZE WHAT APPLIES ACCORDINGLY. ]
ANGER. jaw clenching, hands balling into fists, teeth grinding, yelling, going nonverbal, vocalizations, stuttering speech, rushed speech, slow concise speech, rambling, quiet, arms crossing, shaking head, curling lip upwards, baring teeth, tearing up, animated, expressionless, projects, internalizes, vents, withdraws, tighter movements, passive-aggressive, direct, physical outbursts, verbal outbursts, pacing, going still, anger boils over in the heat of the moment but cools down quickly afterwards, anger brews slowly but lingers longer, will act out of impulse when angry, will stew on their anger and plot revenge, holds grudges, forgives easily, forgives but never forgets.
JOY. easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing/giggling, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savours joy.
SADNESS. crying, bottling it up, seeking distractions, wallowing, meditating and processing, avoidance, seeking out comfort, withdrawing, swallowing thickly, talking it out, internalizing it, sad smiles, depression naps, using alcohol, using drugs, seeking out sources of joy, fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures others to make themselves feel better.
EMBARRASMENT / SHAME. blushing, looking away, rubbing at the back of the head, running a hand through hair, clearing throat, covering the face, laughing nervously, laughing it off, overthinking, letting it go, self-deprecating humour, deflecting, getting irritated, smiling, withdraws, crossing arms over the stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate.
GUILT. avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashing out, internalizing, apologizing, deflecting, communicating, withdrawing, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepting fault easily, punishing themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, over-active guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeking redemption, moves on easily, denial, shuts off empathy to cope, lack of guilt/conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others.
FEAR / ANXIETY. trembling, crying, sarcasm/sass to cope, humour to cope, rambles, going quiet, going nonverbal, getting angry, fidgeting, freezing up, impatience, clenching jaw, picking at nails, chewing at the lip, pulling at clothes, adjusting jewelry/clothing/hair, pacing, swallowing thickly, eyes widening, over-reacts, under-reacts, calm, logical, panic, irrational, overthinks, carefully analyzes, talk to themselves, breathing exercises, flight, fight, withdraw, fawn.
Q: WHICH TRAGIC DEATH WOULD YOU SUFFER ?
a: the unfinished.
you die, hand outstretched towards the sky, as if to say ‘I’m not done yet.’ there are so many things you still have to do, so many goals you still have to reach. you've spent your entire life working towards them, and doing nothing else, only to die before knowing what accomplishment feels like. they'll say your death was a pity, that you had such a bright future ahead of you.
it is one you'll never get to see.