* 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄.

﹙ ... ﹚𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.

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🤠 RDR  /  WILD  -  WEST  SIDEBLOG  (for  this  same  original  character)   →  dsrtrose ! 🍃 FAR  CRY  5  SIDEBLOG  (for  this  same  original  character)    →  tndrhrt  ! LOW ACTIVITY SIDEBLOGS  →   hrtmade  &  reyesborn.

#STRNZA,  ELIZA  CECILIA  -  LOVE  INCARNATE.     fandomless  original  character  with  many  fandom  verses.  current  blog  established  february  2023,  originally  established  here  in  august  2012.  written  by  sophie  (27,  she/her).  very,  very low  activity  +  private  (mutuals  only,  very  selective  in  following  back.)  uses  BETA  editor.

🤍  MOST  ACTIVE  on  MONDAYS  +  TUESDAYS.

CARRD.  (rules,  info,  verses,  etc.) 📍  DNI:  see  here. 🧿  BELOVEDS  (highly  affiliated  with):    charlie,  dallas,  randie,  jer,  selena,  stephy,  melanie,  chuckles,  bec,  marley.

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STUDY: LOVE INCARNATE, DESIRES.

BELLUCCI FAMILY DYNAMIC.

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[strnza]

HI  POOKIES.  eliza  has  been  /  is  being  moved  to  @elizakardel <3

all  existing  threads  will  be  carried  over.  if  there’s  anything  that  you  owe,  i  def  wanna  continue  it  on  the  new  blog,  too  (:  nothing  is  changing  except  the  url  -  i’ll  try  to  transfer  over  some  old  inbox  prompts  that  i  love,  but  consider  the  inbox  a  fresh  slate.

i’m  out  of  town  wednesday  -  tuesday  (8/12-8/19),  so  i’ll  set  a  queue  with  all  old  hc  /  etc  posts  to  run  through  then.  if  you  don’t  wanna  see  it,  just  block  the  tag  ‘q  /’.  (but  it  might  be  kinda  fun  to  see  all  the  old  hc’s/info  posts!)

LUV  U  ALL,  tysm  for  enduring  the  inconvenience  and  i’ll  see  you  on  the  new  blog  <3

[milleroptimism]

Season 5 open.

"Agent Hannah Montana with the FBI, and this is my partner-"

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“joan  jett  -  at  your  service.”    they  are  so  getting  caught.

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regrettably  i’m  back  in  my  spn  era  and  dragging  @ruinedmyself  down  with  me.

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i  love  eliza,  i  love  imagining  eliza  speaking  italian,  i  love  imagining  all  of  eliza’s  specific  intricacies  to  the  way  she  speaks  both  italian  and  english,  I  LOVE  ELIZA

[bakwaaas]

diagnosed with 2 much love in my heart

[memestockpile]

midnight cowboy from the 1969 film. alter as needed.

if you ain't man enough to do it for yourself, i'd be happy to oblige.

what the hell you doing in that getup?

i thought i'd say goodbye to you.

what i got to stay around here for? i got places to go.

that's real nice, honey.

you look real nice, lover boy. real nice.

you'll be the best-looking one there.

i only get carsick on boats. but it seems to me that's more the fish smell than the bouncing.

do you love me?

you're better than the rest. you're better than any of them. you're better than all of them.

what's your ideal in a man?

that's my remedy for insomnia.

i'm new here in town.

you sure are a pretty lady.

why, you ought to be ashamed of yourself.

come on, baby.

they got you all gussied up.

i was talking to the dog.

please, you're annoying me. don't start up again.

bow wow wow, baby.

just you and me, catch an early supper.

i can stay all night.

how about a kiss?

do you think god is dead?

i sure have enjoyed being here. this is as fine a time as i've ever had in my life.

the way you make me feel so at home, i almost hate to bring up business.

person's got to make a living.

sorry. my mind isn't all here.

listen, sweetie, run along.

we'll get in touch with each other real soon.

you know, that's a funny thing, you mentioning money. 'cause i was just about to ask you for some.

who the hell do you think you're dealing with?

i could kill you with my bare hands.

guy gets horny just looking at you.

that is one hell of a shirt. i'll bet you paid a pretty price for it.

oh, kiss it, ratso.

you really know the ropes. i wish i'd bumped into you before.

bartender, drinks all around. one for my friend here, too.

you don't want to be stupid.

hey! i'm walking here!

up yours, you son of a bitch.

you don't talk to me that way.

just name your cut. whatever you want, you got it right now.

come on in. let me take a look at you.

good strong back. you're going to need it.

i'll bet you're lonesome.

lonesomeness is something you take, and you go right on with your work.

there's your strength, son. you've got the way of putting things earthy so that anybody can understand them.

you're wonderful, boy. you and me, we're going to have fun together.

i've prayed on the streets. i've prayed in the saloons. i've prayed in the toilets. it don't matter where, so long as he gets that prayer.

just open your heart and let it flow, like the river.

don't be frightened, son.

there's a tv dinner in the fridge.

i think that's sick, dressing up a dog to look like a child.

you're special. give yourself special treatment.

what do you want more than anything in the world?

take it easy, but take it.

looks like you've been locked out of your room, buddy.

you know what you got to do, cowboy.

i'm awful damn sorry that you're sick.

you're going to have to give me that money like you said.

don't take my watch. please. don't take it.

i'm going to strangle you to death.

i swear on my mother's eyes.

come on. i want you to have it.

what did you do, slobber on it?

you just keep your damn mouth shut about that night.

what am i doing talking to you?

come near me, i'll snatch you bald-headed.

it keeps the punks and the creeps out.

you're the only one who knows about it.

i don't need any help from you.

why don't you take a nap?

the smart thing for me to do is haul my ass out of here.

you're after something. what are you after?

what's that supposed to mean?

you want me to stay here tonight.

hope you know what you're in for.

i'm a truly dangerous person, i am.

sometimes you make me want to puke.

didn't i tell you once before to keep away from here?

the two basic items necessary to sustain life are sunshine and coconut milk.

starting tomorrow, you'll cook your own goddamn dinner.

i got to get out of here.

behind your back, i seen them laughing.

that's a matter i only talk about at confession.

you're beginning to smell.

i ain't never seen you change your underwear the whole time i've been here. and that's pretty peculiar behavior.

i bet you ain't ever been laid.

i like the way i look. it makes me feel good.

only one thing i ever been good for is loving.

you're pretty damn good at that. you could make a living at it if you tried.

don't rush me, boy.

there you are, you handsome devil, you.

i'll give you five for it.

there you go, boy. there's money for you.

friend i once did a favor for give it to me.

you stole that damn thing, didn't you?

i stoled it for you.

i'll be goddamned if i'll wear it.

like, sometimes, uh, your spirit goes up. sometimes it goes, uh... goes other places.

now you're talking priest talk.

i hope i don't come back in your body.

i'm usually a very calm and collected person.

what, you want me to get lost so you can go to your facy-ass party?

you're sweating all over the damn place.

come here. you got a comb on you?

a few dozen cooties ain't gonna kill me.

i love everything in the theatre. i would like to die on the stage.

wackos. they'll all wackos.

like heroin. death's like heroin.

i got to sit down. i feel crummy.

i don't even know your name. i want to know your name.

you can bet your bottom dollar on that.

things might work out better.

you're cheating. teasing me so i can't think.

you want some soup?

don't get sore or anything, ok?

take it easy. i'm going to lay you down.

you're sick, boy. you need a damn doctor.

you're really dumb.

just when things are going right for me, you got to pull a stunt like this.

we all have our off days.

i'd consider it a privilege if you'd have dinner with me.

you're a nice person.

oh, god, i loathe life.

take it. i want you to have it. you don't have to be a catholic.

saint christopher's the patron saint of all travelers.

you want a busted skull?

you got blood on your jacket.

my leg hurts, my butt hurts, my chest hurts, my face hurts.

you just took a little rest stop that wasn't on schedule.

let me put you up here.

there must be an easier way of making a living.

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if eliza asks, he'll blame the bottle of wine they split between them. with inhibitions freed, sebastian gently crowds eliza's smaller frame into the kitchen counter and kisses her soundly. large hands secure to her hips, kneading, guiding, all while the kisses he siphons from her lips increase in depth and need. she tastes like merlot. he hums into her mouth. "we should do this more often."

she's  lost  in  his  touch.  she,  too,  will  blame  the  infallible,  now-empty  bottle  of  merlot  for  the  way  that  his  hands  build  a  warmth  in  her  chest,  an  unyielding  desire  to  feel  his  touch  all  over  her  skin  -  she'll  blame  the  wine  for  the  way  he  tastes,  for  the  way  his  lips  feels  against  hers.  her  own  hands  find  a  home  on  the  underside  of  his  chin,  never  once  allowing  him  to  stray  too  far  from  her  grasp  -  keeping  him  firmly  (and  happily)  in  place  against  her  form.

eliza,  herself,  will  take  some  of  the  blame  for  losing  herself  in  the  embrace,  for  chasing  his  profile  with  her  own  when  he  hums  a  lovelorn  sentiment  against  her  mouth;  she's  nuzzling  his  nose  and  pressing  a  lazy,  greedy  kiss  to  his  lips  before  murmuring  back,    "mhm  -  all  the  time.  like  ...  every  day,  right?"

*        /        @wineassassin        🤍

[walkingarmory-deactivated202512]

eliza spins a sentiment as sweet as spun sugar, the moniker being the cherry on top, but in no way is it saccharine in nature. maybe a little alien to valeriya herself, but it's something the solo, up until this point, hadn't realized she'd been pining for. this is eliza, off stage, stripped of embellishment. this is the eliza kardel that valeriya had glimpsed prior to her being thrown into maw of the music industry, the same one that had hoped to have swallowed her whole, body and soul, if it meant they could wring her dry of everything she was worth.

it's something they had in common, albeit with significant differences in career choice. she can't help but reflect on those choices these days; why they were made, the subsequent consequences, their fateful meeting prior to reconvening in the city of dreams. regret is a bitter drink, acrid like stomach acid, and one she's decided to forgo these days. everything that has happened has been a choice she had made somewhere along the way.

everything. eventually, there was no one to blame at the end of the day but herself.

the earnestness gifted in this moment is enough to shatter the facade of her own icy heart. no scrutinizing gaze cropping up in defense to cut across other's countenance, but instead a look made soft and receptive, her brows dipping inward as if there were a genuine concern. mia vita; her throat constricts. you too live in the very atrium of my heart, despite it being less than hospitable at times. their foreheads meet and she squeezes her eyes shut in the moment.

it's everything said but — " i love you. " the revelation comes rushing forth like a fever to overtake her; thrumming chest to limb and beyond. there's something bittersweet about admitting it aloud. professing it within a space made sacred. her hands rise to cup against eliza's face, thumbing over cheek and bone and brow, anchoring fast. " is that okay? " valeriya's voice quavers, emotion dissolving stoicism.

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she  hates  the  idea  that  they're  on  a  timer  -  outrunning  the  relic  inside  valeriya's  head,  making  time  for  themselves  in  between  visits  and  would-be  monologues  from  the  invisible  rockerboy  she'd  once  sat  on  a  rather  tall  pedestal.  she  wants  a  semblance  of  normalcy,  of  time  to  breathe;  not  for  herself,  but  for  her  counterpart.  for  the  other  half  of  her  living,  breathing,  bleeding  heart.  eliza's  words  are  spoken  breathlessly,  earnestly  -  with  no  ulterior  motives,  no  blind  nor  blunt  expectations  of  empty  reciprocation.  it's  all  true  -  painfully  so,  or  she  would  never  speak  otherwise.

she's  happy  enough  with  the  embrace  -  the  silence  that  lays  between  them  like  an  orphaned  fawn,  tired  and  desperately  searching  for  reprieve.  it's  only  when  valeriya's  tongue  expresses  such  a  sweet,  honest  sentiment  ...  eliza  feels  the  blood  rushing  to  her  cheeks  as  the  other  woman  holds  her  face  stagnant.  she’s  frozen.  a  deer  in  headlights.  (in  reality,  it’s  always  been  there  -  always  been  known,  always  unspoken.)

it's  funny,  isn't  it?  how  she's  seen  the  night  city  legend  face  certain  death  without  batting  an  eye  -  here,  in  the  brutal  intimacy  held  between  themselves,  valeriya  looks  as  if  she  may  break  in  two  at  the  mere  admittance  of  love.  eliza  falters  in  response,  but  the  hesitation  is  not  founded  in  lack  of  reciprocity  -  it  takes  a  breath  or  two,  but  as  her  cheeks  burn  beneath  valeriya's  hands,  she  chokes  out  a  sound  something  akin  to  a  chuckle.  her  lips  break  into  a  smile,  and  she's  suddenly  brimming  with  laughter.  eliza  leans  in  to  press  a  kiss  to  every  one  of  her  beloved's  worry  lines,  lips  gentle  and  tender  with  affection  along  valeriya's  face.

"oh,  my  love,"    she  coos,  coming  to  rest  her  hands  over  the  ones  cradling  her  own  profile.  'is  that  okay?'  it’s  borderline  childish.  she's  still  smiling  -  laughing,  even,  for  a  beat  or  two  too  long.  eliza  can't  help  it;  it  feels  as  if  every  hardship  impressed  upon  her  before  this  very  moment  has  been  worth  it  to  end  up  here.  she  nods  once,  a  wordless  entry  meant  to  say,  it's  more  than  okay.    "–  …  it's  perfect."

[romancegifs]

DAISY JONES & BILLY DUNNE Daisy Jones & The Six 1.06 | (2023)

[astarkey]

D.J. Cotrona in From Dusk Till Dawn On Set - Dusk Returns

[mossfilledskull]

He was always so eloquently spoken

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yk  that  eliza  hears  her  poppy  songs  at  the  club  and  walks  right  out,  right?  (she’s  also  been  known  to  sabotage  sound  systems,  abuse  her  influence  to  blackball  dj’s  +  throw  drinks  and  punches.)

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her  eyes  are  bloodshot,  her  fingers  are  twitching,  and  she's  not  entirely  sure  that  she's  still  breathing.  hands  drop  the  pen  and  crumpled  piece  of  paper  in  her  hands  (scribbled  lyrics  written  unceremoniously,  crossed  out  and  rewritten  again  all  over  every  line)  as  she  moves  her  pointer  finger  to  her  neck.  is  there  a  pulse?  is  she  being  dramatic?  (yes  and  yes.)

eliza  reaches  over  to  mike,  easily  stealing  his  hand  into  her  own  and  pressing  his  finger  to  the  pulse  point  along  her  neck.

"am  i  dead?"    she  asks,  only  half  joking.  big,  brown  eyes  are  nothing  short  of  pitiful  as  she  whines,    "baby,  my  -  …  my  brain  is  melted."    she  slides  further  and  further  into  a  slumped  position  in  her  seat,  moving  his  hand  to  hold  it  between  both  of  her  own  -  dawdling  with  his  fingers  as  a  distraction.    “if  i  tilt  too  far  onto  one  side,  it’ll  all  come  spillin’  outta  my  ears.”    and  what  a  visceral  picture  that  is.

*        /        @musicien        🤍

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the  issue  is  that  eliza’s  albums  when  she’s  most  mentally  fucked  /  deepest  into  her  addiction  /  generally  unwell  …  slap  the  hardest.  like,  unfortunately,  a  choke  +  celebrity  skin  era  tour  would  be  SO  CRAZY  (amazing).  🤡

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fyi,  it  really  is  insane  that  eliza  can  pick  up  almost  any  instrument  and  get  the  hang  of  it  immediately.  she’s  a  total  musical  prodigy  in  every  turn  of  phrase.  (thinking  about  the  fact  that  she  could  -  and  has  -  played  almost  every  instrument  on  stage,  on  her  recorded  albums,  etc.  she  can  take  any  instrument  from  her  band  and  immediately  pick  up  where  they  left  off.)

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" you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. "

definitive  enough.  maybe  it's  the  truth,  maybe  it's  just  what  he's  convinced  himself  into  believing.  maybe,  maybe,  maybe  ...  maybe  she'll  ignore  it  in  favor  of  the  anarchy  heart  harbored  in  her  chest.  (there’s  something  masochistic  about  the  persistence  of  her  empathy.)

at  first,    "okay,"    is  all  she  responds  with.  eliza  nods  gingerly  and  begins  folding  her  arms  over  her  chest  -  a  loose  attempt  at  soothing  herself.

be  it  better  for  both  of  them  (or,  really,  just  herself)  -  she  leaves  fate  up  to  chance.  regardless,  there  is  some  honesty  in  the  admittance  as  she  adds,    "...  maybe  i  want  the  company."

*        MEME,    still    accepting        /        @wantdead        🤍