#cephaleas

[hisweaknss-archive]

“   oh c’mon mrs. crain, i only whacked him in the head ‘cuz he was talkin’ shit ‘bout theo. i think that deserves a pass and i’ve been behavin’ for the last few days. that’s a new record for me!   ”   (   @cephaleas ru surprised   )

[endlessfables-a]

      “AND I WILL STAY UP THROUGH THE NIGHT, let’s be clear I won’t close my eyes”

@cephaleas liked for a lyric starter.

[samenkomen]

AFTER    ALL    THESE    YEARS              ──                  he    was    home.                  feels    whole    for    the    first    time    since    the    light    went    out    in    his    world.                since    his    life’s    very    flame    was    extinguished.               &        for   that                ,                 he    can    remember    true    happiness.                contentment.                     phantom    breath    raising    his    chest    that    strains     delightfully    against    those    of    both    his    beloved              &               precious    baby    daughter.             eternity    passing    before    the    patriarch    felt    ready    to    gently    part.                releasing    nellie     whilst    both    hands    rest    against    either    of    olivia’s    upper    arms.            one    soon    meeting    the   curve    of    her    cheek.            thumb    soothing.                 “i    told    you    i’d    fix    it.”  

@cephaleas   !                                    /  /                                         ASKED    FOR    HUGH    CRAIN

[samenkomen]

' we could order pizza and just stay like this all day.." ( @hugh )

“we    have    kids        ,         remember    ?”             it    was    first    thing    in    the    morning      ──       &       likely    the    only    alone    time    the    two    would   share    till    later    that    evening.             right    in  that    sweet    spot    before    nellie         &          luke   would    come    flying    into    their    bedroom.            kids   sound    asleep    in    their    beds     whilst    olivia    lies   nude    upon    his    chest.             remnants    of    a    sunrise   peeking    through    the   curtains.          “i’d    say    we    have   twenty    minutes    tops.”

MORNING    AFTER    STARTERS                                /  /                                 @cephaleas   !

[samenkomen]

constance    glances    upward               from   where    eyes    traced    the    lines    of    an    ancient    spell    book.               features    neutral    save    for    an    unrest   that    seems    ever    present    behind    the    witch’s    eyes.               especially    when    regarding    an    outsider.                   “miss    cordelia    isn’t    in.”                  stated    matter-of-factly          &           with    a   surprisingly    soft    tone.     

@cephaleas   !                               /  /                                   ASKED    FOR    CONSTANCE

[detouch]

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meme.

             “give me one good reason i should wear a dress.”

            it’s a stubborn glare. it’s the crossing of her arms and the frown that seems to consume her entire face and plant her feet firmly on the floorboards beneath her. because shirley is isn’t a good enough one, because theo’s found her old baseball hoodie that dad gave her two summers ago. (it’s his -- it’s too long at the arms and she looks like she’s swimming in it when the hood covers her face and she has to keep nudging it out of place to see across from her. but it’s comfortable, and it doesn’t make her cold.)

neIIie wears dresses. and shirley. and then neII comes back from the hovel in the end of the garden with dirt on her knees and mud crawling up the pink lace. shirley keeps hers clean enough -- but theo thuds around in heavy shoes and drowns out the creak of the floorboards with her own feet.

instead, theo grabs the hoodie from around her waist and stands almost too stalwartly in defiance. the house is cold -- so cold, theo feels like there’s an ever-present shiver skulking down in the base of her spine and it waits for when she’s curled in bed on her side with one arm slid under the pillow. it’s cold and uncomfortable, and the more cold and uncomfortable she feels, the more she stomps her feet and stares.

[choosehero-archive]

@cephaleas    //    mom . 

olivia   hadn’t   had  any  idea   what  hugh   had  intended   when  he’d  sent  her  out  to  the  market.    they’d  planned  to  be  out  of  there  by  august,  but  when  that  hadn’t  happened?   the  brunette  had  spiraled  further   &  further  into   a  depressive   state.   this  house..   this  move..    it  was  supposed  to  be  the   beginning  of  their  fresh  start.   but   now?   it  just  felt  like   a  burden.  that  was..   until  she’d  come  home  &   seen  it  decorated.   it  was  beautiful.   stunning,  even.   &   hugh   &  the  kids  had   done  all  of  it.   walking  into  the  living  room,  she  spotted  her  eldest  son  who  was  almost  tall  enough  to  reach  the  part  of  the  banister  that   still  needed  lights  hung  on  it.  mom  to  the  rescue  !    sneaking  up  behind  him,  she  grinned,  helping  him  lift  the  lights.   “  need  some  help? “  she  asked,  the  smile   actually   fully   reaching  her  eyes  this  time.   it’d  been  awhile..   but  her  children?   made  it  all  worth  it.  

     it feels like the first time they’ve been happy together in months. the house — something about staying in this house for so long was making everybody crazy. nell wakes from nightmares more and more often, luke always talks about that imaginary friend of his from the woods, theo draws more and more into herself, and mom ——— nothing about mom makes much sense anymore. most days, steve feels like he’s the only one besides dad — sometimes shirley — holding it together, and he wonders if that means there’s something wrong with him: something that keeps him from feeling what everybody else says they’re feeling. but today — just for today — it’s beautiful and light and bright in the house. nell dances with the tinsel, shirley sings carols, luke laughs beside the roaring fire while he decorates the gingerbread house with theo — who’s actually decided to play today — and dad finds a way to drape evergreen boughs on every surface imaginable, rigging up all the lights and decorations to beam and sparkle and get rid of the pervasive darkness in hill house. and then there’s mom! steve grins brightly, his expression mirroring that of his mother’s as it so often does.  “thanks! but hey, you’re not supposed to be back yet. we’re not done, and it’s supposed to be a surprise.”  his smile and tone don’t match his words, however; he can never be disappointed when mom comes around, smiling and gentle and happy as she so rarely is now. 

[samenkomen]

i follow you because you are the hugh to my olivia. you are also the theo to my olivia. basically? you're my writing soulmate and are so, so talented and i couldn't ask for a better friend or writing partner. anyone who gets the opportunity to write with you should consider themselves HONORED because you've got more talent in your pinky than elton john has in his whole body ( sorry hugh )

lol    first    of    all    i’m    projecting    my    love    of    elton    onto    hugh    so  how    dare    u         ,          i’m    a    talentless    hack    compared    to    mr.    john    okay    ?               but    ugh    i    feel    exactly    the    same    way.            i    couldn’t’ve    said    it    any    better    myself    in    terms    of    how    i    feel    about    you       &        your    talent         &        our   friendship.           like    you’re    so    much    fun   to    talk    to.       your    characters    are    written   beautifully.             you    just    ring    my    bell    ngl.                I’M    SO    FLATTERED.            go    follow    beth    everywhere    bc    if   not    who    r    u         &           wut    r    u    doin’   ?         i    just    can’t    stop    ranting    about    how    awesome    you    are.   

send     me     an     “I     follow     you     because:”                      /  /                            @cephaleas   !