#desollus

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@desollus​ / neII.

            “you know, i once had a tea party with marie antoinette.”     his hands are tucked away in his pockets as he saunters down the hallway -- little neII is in tow, and she has two cups (one starred, one not) in both of her hands. time for a tea party! she’s got the cups, he’s got the biscuits -- now all they need is the table.

               “i think she liked me -- you know what they say. let them eat cake.”     less marie antoinette than anyone might think, but when he’s got a sleeve of digestives in his breast pocket -- right where he keeps his sonic, mind you -- it makes perfect sense.

           “now come on. we have a tea party to have. lead the way, neIIie.”

[roseguided-a]

“ you can’t change my mind. ” / madi to eveline

@desollus , meme.

         ❝IT’S TOO DANGEROUS FOR YOU TO GO. ❞   protested the older sibling ,     body turning ‘round quickly as to stop madi from going any further. ❝we have no idea what this new planet is like . . who inhabits it , what lives on it.  you can’t go , it’s too dangerous && you already know clar━mom won’t let you go.❞   it was still strange for eveline to refer to bellamy && clarke as her mother && father . . for she’d lived her entire life  knowing octavia as her only parental figure !   it was something to grow used too ,  terms she’d never thought she’d be able to say so freely.  a life inside the bunker was as good as could be expected ,  harsh && somewhat unforgiving in the childhood it stole while replacing a warrior in it’s stead.    as it was odd for her to call bellamy && clarke mother , father ,  it was also odd knowing she had a SIBLING.   (  though not biological  a sibling all the same.  clarke helped raise madi , took over as her mother–eveline might as well accept that fact , && she has ,  && consider madi as much.  )    ;     hand comes to place on the younger girls shoulder , a light squeeze being giving as reassurance.   soft smile creeps onto lips ,  gaze connecting with madi’s.   ❝ i’ll keep her safe , i promise.  mom won’t leave my sight for a second , but she does take good care of herself all on her own.❞  before leaving  eveline leaned down so a gentle kiss can be  pressed to madi’s forehead.  ❝nou cause kom much trouble , strisis. osir’ll be back fou yu know em.❞

[roseguided-a]

‘ will you tuck me in? ’ / nell @ liv

@desollus , meme.

        MOTHER TAKES A SEAT BESIDE HER CHILD , hands folded into one another on her lap as eyes peer down at nell with adoration reflected back.  soft smile creeps onto lips , dimples settle deep into the flesh of cheeks as olivia gave a small nod of her head.  body leans forward in the slightest ,  long locks coming to hang  away from her body while palms grasp sheet && duvet to pull it up to her little one’s chest.  ❝of course i can , button. ❞   says olivia softly before coming to stand beside eleanor’s bed.   leaning over ,  slender fingers tuck bulky covers ‘round her sides && close against her chest before hand brushes strands of brown hair away from features.  a moment is had where olivia can do nothing but peer at her child && feel the magnitude of her LOVE for eleanor fill her chest . .a unbridled sensation of  pride.    a soft , lingering kiss is pressed to the seven year olds forehead before olivia is pulled herself away && headed toward the adjoining bed to do the exact same for luke.    once standing at the threshold of their bedroom ,  finger lingers on switching the light off.  one more glance is given to each twin before the mother utters ,  ❝mommy loves you both very very much. sleep tight.❞ && it all goes dark as the door is closed behind her.

[wantlongera]

📂 📂

01.   dolores’s night time LOOK™ involves pin curlers in her hair, a nightgown that looks similar to this, a robe to cover herself bc ya girl is modest, and no slippers. she goes to bed before nine-thirty most nights and does not have time for the HOOLIGANS of the house making commotion in the night ( looking at like, literally all the ghosts involved in driving the ramos family out of THE HOUSE. ) 

02.   dolores is a lightweight with alcohol. she doesn’t drink often, but when she does, it really only takes A GLASS or two of wine before she’s feeling giddy. 

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📱 / for amelia from mer maybe ?

[   text   to:    amelia    ]     UNSENT.  me and deluca are seeing each other and maggie still doesn’t know[   text   to:    amelia    ]     UNSENT.   i still don’t know how to tell maggie, and i know she’s with jackson but[   text   to:    amelia    ]     UNSENT.   i know she’s moved on[   text   to:    amelia    ]     UNSENT.   he makes me laugh, amelia, and it feels good again[   text   to:    amelia    ]     hey, bailey and ellis are asking for you, can you come over soon?

                                                                                5 TEXTS NOT SENT, 1 SENT.    |    SELECTIVELY  ACCEPTING!

[materialwoman]

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           one,  you know those so called vain people?  like… stereotyped kinda people, with a huge love for jewels and riches? tammy. not all the time, and not in the “spends all day looking at herself in the mirror cause is wearing diamonds”, but… that’s her.  she might have gotten into crime to make some extra money, but with time it just became pretty clear that she actually enjoyed it. all luxury, all expensive stuff, all jewels and parties and everything. she’d like to believe she’s more serious than that, and that she doesn’t have way too many designer bags and clothes, but that’s the truth. and at some point she will spend too long looking at a diamond on her finger and won’t even care about it. doesn’t make her less serious, or less of a smart person, or anything like that, really. she’s in her right to enjoy her stuff  –  and yes, it does include the ones that are stolen. she’s in her right to just… spoil herself and do things for her rather than just the kids.

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“ I can see it all so clearly “ / liv to steve

@desollus    //    MEME   ;   accepting 

                                              “mom?”  he gets out of bed slowly — slower, surely, than he’d imagined hopping up when she got home because something doesn’t feel right or look right or even sound right — and heads around to stand in front of her in the blue darkness of his bedroom.  “m-mom… what are you doing back so soon? you’re supposed to be at aunt janet’s.” 

          ever since the vanity, he’s been more than a little wary because it feels like mom is sick. she certainly looks sick, especially now: pale and haggard and swollen around the eyes, like she’s looking at him, looking at everything, and seeing what he can’t see — seeing something different. it scares him. he’s always understood mom. they’ve always been joined at the hip, together and in sync to the point where they can complete each other’s sentences. 

          but not now. something’s wrong now. 

          “does dad know you’re back?”  he starts to edge around her, heading towards his door, though his eyes stay on mom.  “i’m just gonna go get him, okay?”