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so14r.tumblr.com      ,      a multimuse  (friends only)  by lux.      

ZIGGY BERMAN,      FEAR STREET.

ANNABETH CHASE,      PERCY JACKSON.

BIANCA DI ANGELO,      PERCY JACKSON.

CLEMENTINE EVERETT,      TWD.

RICHARD C. GANSEY III,      THE RAVEN CYCLE.

AIMEE GIBBS,      SEX EDUCATION.

GEN HOFFMAN,      YELLOWJACKETS.

FATIN JADMANI,      THE WILDS.

PIPER MCLEAN,      PERCY JACKSON.

BLUE SARGENT,      THE RAVEN CYCLE.

SHAUNA SHIPMAN,      YELLOWJACKETS.

ALINA STARKOVA,      SHADOW AND BONE.

TAISSA TURNER,      YELLOWJACKETS.

SASKIA VAN DER BEEK,      CLASS OF 07.

ELLIE WILLIAMS,      THE LAST OF US.

AZULA,      AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER.

TY LEE,      AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER.

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how would we feel about a revival 🤫🤫🤫

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@doomdays:           “   I WANT TO BE SOMEONE I CAN RECOGNIZE.   ”

gen sighs deeply,       annoyance sprinkled throughout the action.       “       can we save the poetic shit for after we eat?       i need a full stomach to think.       ”       her hand reaches down to rest on her stomach,       frowning dramatically as she does.       (    it wouldn’t take a lot to fill it anymore.       maybe an acorn,       maybe a leaf.       if only the fucking snow could melt.    )       it takes a moment before gen even bothers to look up at akilah,       rolling her eyes and repositioning herself into a place that feels more humane.       morphing herself into a gentle and approachable creature,       a skittish doe.       she doesn’t need enemies,       she thinks,       not now that they are making meals of one another.       “       none of us would be able to recognize ourselves,       believe me.       sometimes i see some of the other jv girls and think i’m hallucinating them.       ”       she leans in as she adds her final remark,       whispering it to akilah and akilah only.

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supercut is so raven boys

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Melissa + Gen are so       “       My girlfriend and i saw you from across the bar and we just wanted to say we HATEEEE ur vibe!       “

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ID:       Hoffman,       G.

       stats

Full Name:       Genevieve ‘Gen’ A. Hoffman

Birthday:       August 11,       1978       (    Leo    )

Parents:       Layla and Robert Hoffman.       

Sibling:       Kimberly Hoffman       (    adoptive sister    )

Height:       5’6”

Sexuality:       Lesbian

       bio

In 1978,       Layla Hoffman and her husband had begun the process of adoption.      A girl being carried by a seventeen year old in Tampa Florida.       During the time of filing paper work and constant communication with their agent,       Layla became pregnant herself.       “       We’ve come too far.       ”       Robert had told her.       They were too deep in,       too much in love with both of the little girls they had yet to even hold.       

On November 6th of 1978,       Robert flies to Florida to take Genevieve home.       11 days later they bring Kimberly home from the hospital.

Genevieve and Kimberly,       Gen and Kiki.       They were raised to be inseparable.       Twins by everything but birth.       When they were 6 years old,       their parents decided to sign the pair up for soccer.       Gen fell in love with it,       Kiki not so much.       But they stuck it out together until the beginning of high school.       They started to grow apart.       Gen becoming more and more distant as Kiki detached from their main connector.       Soccer had been the only thing keeping their relationship together during their formative years and now the glue had unstuck.       

Throughout high school,       Genevieve was the stereotypical try hard.       Varsity soccer by sophomore year,       debate team,       student body secretary.       She was soaring.

Nationals had been the cherry on top.       She packed her bags,       Kiki’s eyes lingering from the doorway.       They hadn’t spoken in what felt like days unless it had been over family dinner.       As she was leaving,       Gen’s parents kissed her on the cheek and said their goodbyes.       There was a moment before Kiki approached,       the two of them standing there in the doorway,       but eventually she took a step forward and embraced Gen.       “       Call me when you land,       okay?       And tell me if it’s true what they say about the cute boys in Seattle.       ”       Gen had smiled and rolled her eyes,       punching her sister in the shoulder before turning to carpool with her best friend,       Melissa.       

Less than a day later their plane crashes and her world is flipped upside down.       There are ebbs and flows in her consistent sadness but she finds herself feeling grateful at times that it was her and not Kiki.       After all,       Gen was a loss they could handle,       she thought.

When the cannibalism begins she is not at all against it.       She was willing to do anything to survive and see her sister again.

       silly talk

She loves talking shit she gossips she is evil she is silly.       She loves people she loves surrounding herself with them.       Never stfus.       Questions often why her parents went through with their adoption of her despite getting pregnant with Kiki.       Despite this she loves her family so much.

       dynamics

Please dm me to discuss these I’m begging you.       She’s a very sociable person but I think generally Gen stuck with Melissa once they’d established friendship because of familiarity purposes.       She is close with the entire team but not that close.       Her and Melissa are also gay,       thank you and goodnight!       They were on the same soccer team together in elementary school and Melissa,       Kiki,       and her were a trio for a second.

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Hey, I love your webs, your blog was a huge part of why I've started reading/writing poetry. Would you do one about betrayal you should have seen coming / knife in the back imagery?

E. Pauline Johnson / Tekahionwake, Ojistoh

Breaking Bad (2008–2013) 5x09: Blood Money

The Truman Show (1998) dir. Peter Weir

Caleb Carr

Garth Ennis, Preacher (#55)

Lily Chatterjee (attrib.)

The Social Network (2010) dir. David Fincher

Tricia Sullivan, Sweet Dreams

David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary

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@dreamlorn:           “   I’VE NEVER SEEN YOU CRY BEFORE.   ”

had he been crying?       he can’t remember but he can feel the warmth in his cheeks and the wetness trickling to the swoop of his chin.       the aftermath of a storm.       a hand reaches to wipe his nose as if it’s a stoic action.       gansey can feel the panic subsiding.       his rapid breath slowly calming to a pace that felt natural.       he wipes his eyes in a singular motion.       it was easier to pretend that way that there had never been tears there in the first place.       it was hard for gansey to believe ronan had never seen him cry before.       it felt like a purgatory action.       weeping taking him to a different place.       and the place was this;       an empty field.       nothing present but himself and the sadness and fear that consumed his each waking moment…       just beyond his control.       and he had grown over the years to accept that that was a control he would never have within his reach.       “       are you sure?       ”       he asks,       and despite his best intentions he can hear the stuffiness of his nose and throat rising in his voice.       he feels small standing in front of ronan like this.       exposed and scared and ten years old again.       

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@so14r.tumblr.com       I’M AFRAID OF PAIN…       (    both yours and mine,       both yours and mine.    )       i’m afraid of pain…       from where it comes,       AND WHERE IT FALLS.       ©

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@wildkissed:           “   UNSCATHED? I WOULDN’T SAY THAT.   ”

annabeth huffs out a breathy laugh.       all rolling eyes and feigned annoyance.       she examines percy with the learned gentleness of someone who had to be taught to care.       years ago,       she wouldn’t have batted an eye at his scars and healing wounds.       but he’s special…       in every single way,       and every piece of scar tissue had once been open and spilling.       “       i’ve seen scathed and you,       my friend,       look entirely fine to me.       ”       she says,       punching him gently in the shoulder before retreating to a safe distance with a single step back.       no wound oozes or gushes that she can find in the quick one over.       in her head,       she deems the battle successful.       dirtied hand moves to push fallen hair away from her eye.       she wouldn’t consider the battle they’d been in a particularly difficult one,       but that doesn’t mean it had been easy either.       muscle memory was a strange thing.       it overtook her just as fight or flight would.       annabeth fought like this:       out of body and in her head watching,       witnessing,       and planning.       it was a trance that couldn’t be broken.       her heart still raced,       reeling from it all,       and she shook a bag of ambrosia in front of percy.       “       need any of this?       maybe it’ll help save your pretty face from that cut.       ”       annabeth asks mockingly,       a fake pout forming at her lips as she reaches a hand out to graze the wound.       it’s superficial,       barely even a cut and more an irritated line of pink just below the boy’s eyebrow.       but it’s mere presence is off putting and unwelcome.

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@c0nsumere:           “   I’M SORRY IF YOU’VE TRIED TO TALK AND I HAVEN’T LISTENED.   ”

her lips form a tight pout.       sucked into a small thin line and quirked ever so slightly as if to assure the other that,       no,       it’s alright.       but it isn’t alright.       since jackie and shauna had become friends it was this:       jackie as the sun and shauna as all that rotates around it.       there was no need for her to have a voice when jackie was there,       not in a way that a voice matters.       in good conscious shauna cannot accept the apology that falls from the girl’s lips.       because how can she expect someone to listen when she doesn’t make effort to speak in the first place?       maybe it’s selfish to expect jackie to know her in the same way she knows jackie.       it is too much,       maybe…       the way she consumes jackie.       her every thought,       her every word…       as if each will be the last.       every good thing can be taken away.       so shauna has always kneeled as a good friend would.       waiting for the moment jackie wants her…       all of her.       the good,       the bad,       and the ugly.       their friendship felt like this:       a line waiting to be crossed.       a battle ready to be called a truce.       there was always something lingering.       it’s presence a thick fog looming over them that it felt like only shauna could see.       and in these woods,        shauna can feel it clearer than ever,       wrapping around her throat and choking her words out of her.       “       don’t be sorry.       i don’t say anything that important anyways.       ”       she shrugs and it feels awkward and out of body coming from her.       a puppeteer guided action.

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orange world.

dialogue prompts from orange world and other stories by karen russell.

is ‘historic’ your way of saying ‘haunted’?

what would you be, if you lived somewhere else?

how quickly you snap back into character.

everybody needs an audience.

i’m not much of a dancer.

you doing okay?

you got me talking. now i won’t shut up.

who can say what the dead do or do not know?

there’s so much more to you than what they see.

i’m going to keep you safe now.

we were all fifteen once. we all survived it.

you’re just trying to embarrass me.

you’re so young. you can’t know.

you can’t survive your death, it survives with you.

heartbreak is the universal diagnosis for the end of love.

why did i ever get married?

i almost didn’t recognize you.

when you’re desperate, you make strange compromises.

find a hobby. raise a puppy.

be angry. you have every right.

love unlids pandora’s box.

how do you survive the peace and quiet?

live long enough and your life becomes your own to gamble with.

this part of me has always been the broken one.

good luck is luck i don’t deserve.

unscathed? i wouldn’t say that.

we are no longer the authorities on anything. not even our pain.

do i look like a drug dealer?

i don’t know what’s broken, my spirit or my heart.

my guilt is alive and well.

i don’t know how to do anything else.

i won’t remember that.

i have not felt so alive in years.

i ran too far, didn’t i?

i owe you some answers.

nobody told me anything, but i listen to what is said.

you fit yourself around your circumstances.

if you cannot believe me, then you are not my family.

don’t you recognize me?

i wanted to know where you go, when you leave.

money can make sense out of almost anything, can’t it?

i wasn’t hired to ask questions.

make up a name for me. any name you’d like.

i wanted to see my home again.

people my age are criminals. we ruined the world.

i didn’t come this close to the end just to turn around.

you just wanted to disappear for a little while, didn’t you?

you came here to find me?

have we loved each other well?

could we love each other better?

you love to play the martyr, don’t you?

i feel that way about you still.

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the keeper of lost things.

dialogue prompts from the keeper of lost things: a novel by ruth hogan.

intimacy has always been a disappointment to me.

cleaning can be an act of love.

you must have loved [name] very much.

i'd say i'm pleased to meet you, but it would probably be a lie.

the wonderful thing about books is that they're films that play inside your head.

what's your book about?

are you sure you weren't adopted?

the air is thick with stories.

dress for yourself and marry for love.

a hush is a dangerous thing. it invites mischief.

i've never seen you cry before.

that's the last time i let you choose the film.

i just hope you'll be able to keep up with me.

i should've been a catholic. i do guilt so well.

the house is just somewhere i go when i can't be home.

i wonder what counts as a prayer.

the one thing we can always do is try.

is it safe to come in?

i wouldn't leave you this way. you're coming get me.

no one else knows. just you and god.

i'd love to hear the story.

old age is an unforgiving wingman.

you and i will take care of each other.

i don't think it, in my head. i just feel it.

what will you do without me?

there is a world outside. it's worth a visit, now and then.

do i look like i work here?

if you never get sad, how do you know what happy is like?

besides, everybody dies.

you always were completely spineless.

god, you look rough.

i don't think you're pathetic, just plain mean.

sometimes somebody has to say something, even if they're the wrong person to do it.

you deserve to be happy, but you have to make it happen yourself.

when did you turn into such a wimp?

no one's going to hurt you here.

i recognized your accent from the tv.

i'm trying to work out a dignified escape route.

you're the only one left, from the old days.

who on earth called you that?

things always look better in the morning.

what makes you so sure you'll die before me?

i'm not very good at clues. you'll have to make it clear and simple.

i'm sorry if you've tried to talk and i haven't listened.

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my femme multi featuring gansey