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THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE! follow the new blog over here! (threads are dropped; relationships kept; pretty much the same character roster)

#gonna queue this a few times but hey find me over there now #i just needed a new start after my hiatus

inruins

are we, we are the waiting unknown. the rage and love, the story of my life. the jesus of suburbia is a lie. and screaming… // written by becca. est. aug 2016, moved dec 2016.

#out of character. (self promo)#anyway i'm on tunny a lot lately

SYNKEN.

“I don’t wanna GO”. She’s acting every bit like the TODDLER she is, Morgan’s aware of this: but being aware & caring are two essentially different things, and right now, you couldn’t get her out of that bed even if MICK JAGGER himself asked her to. So she clings to the only ally she has, and hopes for MERCY. “C’mon, I’ll make you pancakes later if you let me sleep in”.

@starfractures gets a random thing for whatsername bC I MISS PUNK ROCK GFS

❝ i bet i can get you to make me pancakes anyway. ❞ she’s a girl on a mission, and no amount of pouting is going to stop her being focused on this --- however cute it makes morgan appear. cuteness only gets you so far, and thea has plans. she slides out of the way, tugging the comforting covers cocoon down and out the way, folding her arms. ❝ up and at ‘em. we can nap later. maybe. ❞

#whatsername. (threads)#whatsername. (i made a point to burn all of the photographs | verse)#synken

STILLAISMS.

“good. you’re doing well. just focus on that room and my voice. nothing will hurt you here, bea. i won’t let anything hurt you.”

that goes for every student. if nothing else, she wants them to be protected. they deserve protection– they’re just children. no matter their abilities or powers, they’re children. bea, especially, needs a safe place, somewhere to go when her abilities over- whelm.

“i want you to imagine a window in the room. this window separates you and your powers. when you look out the window, what do you see? remember, you’re still in the white room. your powers can’t get to you there.”

this is the tricky part. if bea lets too much in, she might get hurt. if she shies away from it, she won’t ever learn to control her powers. this is the part where addie has to come through for bea.

it’s been a long time since bea’s felt like nothing will hurt her --- not because people are actively coming after her (except the social worker, those few times, except when she stole a hot dog and the guy chased her for two blocks until she hid down a tiny alley), but more because her power detects everything as a threat. nothing is safe, nothing is secure, and those flashes of the future she gets, images so fast she can barely figure out what they are, just drive her crazy. if she had a little more warning, she could actually make a difference --- stop people walking out in front of cars, or drag them away from something about to fall on their heads...but she can’t. there’s almost never enough time. it’s frustrating, and frightening, too. what if something’s about to happen to her, and she doesn’t see it before it’s too late? self-preservation is the highest thing on bea’s list. the thing she needs most. she needs to keep herself safe.

look at her powers through a window? bea cracks an eye open, looking at ms rollins with confusion; what the hell does that even mean? look at them? but they’re a feeling, an alert system, all red and--- [red] she signs, other hand fiddling with her lip, like she’s nervous. she’s certainly unsure. [a-l-a-r-m-s. light.] not just lights, though. ❝ flashing lights. and scary things. but also...it’s safe. safer there. ❞

#stillaisms #stillaisms | addie #bea beaumont. (threads)#bea beaumont. (you're made of memories you bury or live by | verse)#[words] is asl and she's fingerspelling alarms bc she doesn't know the sign

so i’ve not been here for a while, i’m sorry! i’ve mostly been on this blog, and that’s where my attention will continue to focus. however, i’m gonna go through my drafts and either reply to things or drop them with the intention of starting new ones, and hopefully that way i can remain a little active here (though there’ll definitely be preferred characters).

#out of character.#please follow me over there bc i'm far more likely to actually be there

nyclocale-deactivated20170724

she isn’t human; she is art, with a heart.

J. Iron Word (via notcaptainbritain)

#out of character. (queue)#whatsername. (musings)

coolplantboy

maybe i am a monster. i have sharp teeth and no conscience. i need to draw blood just to feel something. but honey, oh, honey. did you forget? monsters aren’t born, they’re created

you never apologized

//

q.a

(via

lxcuna

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#sierra. (musings)#when they finally get to kill their creators tbh #their aim is to find the labs and show them just what they created #out of character. (queue)