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[w84me]

"Why is this website HOMOPHOBIC? Where is my PRIDE PARADE? How will my string beans know I would accept them no matter what?!"

[toujoursfleure]

▍ANDROMEDA ( @cosmiicsouls​​ ) hit the ❤ for a starter !!

    ✖✖✖                 SHE IS EXHAUSTED AND WORN DOWN TO THE VERY MARROW OF HER VERY WEARY BONES. Their family’s little soirees always leave her feeling like this. Empty. Drained. Devoid of even the faintest spark of humanity or soul. It’s hard not to feel such a way when the conversation is dry and the wine is sour...and, frankly, you really could not care less about any of the eyes raking over your gown-clad body or the monotoned monotony that blankets every nook and crevice of the place until the last niceties are said to the last hovering creature at the ancestral door.

❝ We should go on holiday, ❞ she offers into the void of her bedroom as she returns from a selfishly long but direly needed bath. ( Narcissa does not need to see to know when either of her sisters is near; call it a sixth sense. An impenetrable bond. The sudden and immediate lifting of the dour haze left from before. ) Her long moonspun hair is still nestled between the towel and her two rubbing hands as her blue gaze focuses on the dazzling creature strewn over her too-large bed, more human than hurricane when it is only they two. She smiles, tossing her towel to the side to be magicked away as the youngest of this triumvirate of sisters falls gracefully onto the lush comfort of her duvet. 

❝ You don’t suppose there’s still somewhere left untouched by society, do you? No people to speak of or - more to the point - speak to me? ❞

[poeticvocals]

@dragxnleader​ said: "You’re awfully quiet for a backup vocalist." hello :D

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        ❝ Gotta keep the vocals rested && junk, y’know ?? What’s it             matter to a... Humanoid turtle anyway... ?? ❞

[bustergrown]

i spent most of my day napping and then got the sudden urge to re-dye my hair and do a mask so ...............

[agonybow]

@beforewecrash asked //  "It's not so bad." // meme.

‘ not so bad? kid, you had your leg in a fucking bear trap---you’re lucky it didn’t do worse. ‘ lucky that she had been found. lucky that she hadn’t been left to debate between sawing off her leg and risking bleeding to death, or laying there to die anyways. lucky that when he turned up, startled at seeing anyone out here in this pitch dark nightmare, the trap had only freshly been sprung, narrowly avoiding anything vital, and somehow not even truly puncturing through the flesh of her ankle and calf.

however, her blessings did not extend as far as leaving her unscathed. even in the dark, brightened only by the dim light of the lantern at his hip, he could see the rips in her jeans, the dark, wet stains of blood seeping through. voice gruff and scolding, it did not match the careful touch of his hands as he surveyed the damage.

‘ do you think you’ll be able to walk? ‘

[specimentm]

    the familiarity, the face she saw in the mirror everyday; there it was, in front of her.  what sort of tear had she opened to come face to face with her own mother?  it was her mother, right?  booker’s wife from another universe?  pale blue eyes keep an eye on the woman, looking her over.  they had been right, her fashion was like no other.  of course, the younger was wearing a dress that had been the elder woman’s at one point in time.     her head tilts, hair falling in her face.  this was her, lady amelia comstock.  the fact that mother and daughter were together for the first time, standing across from each other, was a shock.  this meant something to elizabeth.  but, this was the woman who’d called her “comstock’s bastard”, the one who’d forced her to live in the tower, the woman who’d said she was not the mother.  did the younger dare introduce herself?  would she be shunned and scorned?  would she be loved and cherished?

    so, the seed of the prophet had come face to face with the lady of sacrifice.  what had brought this on?  a tear, a lapse in judgement, something worse?  the woman’s words snap her out of her thoughts, bringing her back down to reality where she belongs.      ❝ oh, i’m sorry, ❞  voice quiet, filled with apology and comfort.      ❝ you’re familiar, too, so much like someone i never got the chance to meet.  it’s incredible how much you look like her. ❞     thin, delicate fingers trace the thimble on her right pinkie as she ponders how this is possible.  she may never know, but this HAD to have been caused by a tear.  there was no other explanation.  imagine, mother and daughter reunited.  the thought made elizabeth’s head turn and stomach do backflips.  what was going on here?

cont. with @sanctamater​.

[stormweathered-arc1]

@twintailx​ | endgame starters : ‘ i didn’t ask for your help. ’ // hellllo

  ❛ ASK OR NO, YOU SEEM TO HAVE GOTTEN IT ANYWAY. ❜  The barest narrowing of an eye sends a look askance, but he's not upset;  the hammer is stowed, one way or another.  ❛ Fortunately, I am not looking for thanks. ❜  He huffs out an exhale, and then studies her sidelong. ❛ —— are you hurt? ❜