#bitehand

[murkyhazed]

LIKED : tiny starter call / @bitehand

featuring: ainsley summers and luka grier

               ❝   ew,   get   fucked   you   putrid   waste   of   air.   ❞      the   insult   is   accompanied   by   a   loud   hiss,   fingers   raised   like   claws.      the   middle   aged   man   quickly   slinked   away   in   defeat.      she   loved   knocking   those   gross   men   down   to   their   knees.      she   flips   her   hair   over   her   shoulder,   and   then   turns   her   attention   to   the   stranger   with   a   smile,   demeanor   completely   changing.      ❝   i   just   hate   men   who   think   anyone   with   a   vagina   is   their   property.      are   you   good?      you   want   some   mace,   i   carry   an   extra   one   in   my   bag   at   all   times   in   case   someone   needs   it.   ❞

[bloomrots]

" for the last time , i'm not sharing ! i brought it for myself you greedy - " she stops dead in her tracks at the sight before her , a person who is distinctly not the guy who had been trying to get her to pour some of her whiskey into his solo cup . " oh . sorry , thought you were someone else . "

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[dumbthink2]

@bitehand ... liked this.

"i'm not a short king anymore. i'm a short jester."

[regiinae]

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜ from cady :))

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

regina held back her anger when it came to cady , while she could still see them being friends , while her medication was making her like everyone , she was also still so upset with the new girl . with a sigh , and finally able to move her neck again , regina flipped her hair behind her shoulders , eyes darkening as cady asked her the question . it was their senior year and she should be nice , let bygones be bygones but cady had to work for it . “ i had trusted you , ” her tongue sharp as she looked at the other woman . “ i guess in some lifetime we could be friends , i get that you were a pawn , but even pawns have brains and know what they are doing is right or wrong . tell me how i can trust you . ” then maybe , just maybe , they could be friends .

[regiinae]

[ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears + reverse [ from kylie :') ]

🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

of course she had noticed her sister run into her own bedroom . regina instantly felt guilt , for seventeen years she had been the prized child of the george family , and kylie had been forgotten about , and in her junior year she really didn’t care about her sister . but now , things were different , now she noticed things that weren’t okay , and for both of their parents to completely ignore kylie , well , she did nothing wrong .

running up the stairs , regina found her sisters room , not even bothering to knock as she waltzed on in , finding her sister crying in a dark corner . “ ky , ” her voice soft as she slowly walked over to her . regina knelt down so they were level , sitting on her knees she reached a manicured hand out , lifting the crying child’s face to meet hers . “ don’t listen to a single thing they say , mom is aloof and dad is fucked . ” she now hated seeing anyone go against her baby sister . “ you are seen kylie , i see you , and i’m sorry i didn’t see you sooner . ”

[regiinae]

"who else is gonna know me?" -kylieeee

the tortured poets department sentence starters.

" ky , everyone is going to know you . you're a george , " and regina had made quite the name for herself at north shore , and now that she was leaving , kylie was going to take the mantle from her . something she would happily pass onto her little sister . a girl who had learnt the ways of the school , how to lead no matter where on the food chain she was . " it's not just me anymore kylie , you get the whole school . "

[regiinae]

"am i allowed to cry?" -kylie

the tortured poets department sentence starters.

did her little sister really ask that ? regina couldn't help but breathe deeply , part of her wanted to make kylie stronger than she ever was . to not cry when something little affected her , or to have her focus on other things that didn't matter . but then the blonde would be a secret hypocrite , and that wasn't fair . kylie would see right through that . " ky , " regina dropped down on her little sisters bed , crossing her legs and flipping her hair . " crying is allowed , but if you don't want mom or dad to see , you can always just come cry in my room . i won't tell . i know i used to tell you not to cry , that it made you weak , but it doesn't . just , don't be like me . keep a strong face in public , but be honest in private . "

[regiinae]

"just how low did you think i'd go before i'd self-implode?" -aaron

the tortured poets department sentence starters.

" just long enough to realize your true self , " regina had to hold back a smirk , they had grown up quite a lot since high school . there had been true growth since college , for regina that meant feeling confident in who she was as an individual , and for aaron it seemed to be something similar . regina had used him , and while part of her felt sorry for him , the other part was proud of her own subconscious for finding something to keep her mentally safe . " it's been a while samuels and i was always right , the hair does look sexier pushed back . " the blonde couldn't help but wink .