I was tagged by the wonderful @natesofrellis @chuckhansen and @dihardys. Thank you! 💜
Tagging @nightwingshero @r6shippingdelivery @sstewyhosseini @playstationmademe @hoesephseed @pricescigar and anyone else that has a wip they'd like to share.
This is more than a line but I digress. On the bright side I finally started the Christmas/winter one-shot for the Riley family!
“Look Faith, it’s snowing!” said Simon as he pointed out towards the snowflakes coming down. “Maybe we’ll have a white Christmas after all.”
The seven month old little girl in his arms began hitting her palm against the window and babbling away. Simon looked down at her with a smile and kissed the top of her head.
“Ok, maybe we’ll go out and play in it for a little bit.”
i. chilling at home in her dads old tshirt || ii. off travelling with her aunts chlo and nadine || iii. out with Tobin making sure he doesn’t get into more trouble (wearing his football jacket as always)
iv. dressed up for a party where she doesn’t fit in || v. studying long hours at the coffee shop || vi. games/family night on grandpa sully’s boat
I was tagged by @indorilnerevarine @florbelles @shellibisshe @marivenah @dihardys @simonxriley + @thomrainer to use this iconic picrew again, thank you sm beloveds ily all🤍 have some looks for my gal Natty!
I was tagged by all these beloveds: @jendoe @chuckhansen @shellibisshe @denerims @jackiesarch @florbelles @dihardys @kingsroad + @unholymilf to use this uquiz for some of my crazy kids - thank you all sm, love ya all🤍
it is the loneliest day of a vampire's life, the first time they look into a mirror and see their reflection missing. drinking blood sucks too, don't get me wrong, but as a vampire you had to learn to hide from the sunlight, from your family, all your friends, because you were unavoidably different now and you didn't know how to explain that to them in a way they would understand. you could get stranger's blood in bursts, but what is life when you can't know someone for longer than the night lasts? you left everything behind because it was easier than trying to tell them. i just hope you know you're not the only vampire out there, and that there exist people who will understand your situation without a word. they'll sit with you in the dark for as long as you'll need them to.
THAT WHICH CANNOT BE KNOWN;
oh god. how did it come to this? to some extent, you've gone so far past your own idea of "human" that it must be kind of fun, right? maybe. i'm not sure. as an artefact of cosmic horror, you're wild and wacky and colourful and people are probably drawn to that, but you will never let them know you. the mystery intrigues for a while, but it'll wear everyone down. it'll wear you down, too. who are you? do you remember? are you so far gone that you can't go back? and maybe that's the most tragic thing of all- becoming so distorted in your identity, and for so long, that no matter how hard you want to return you can't ever seem to figure it out. but you've learned a vast amount up in the stars, and people will work hard to get to know you. it doesn't matter who you used to be. sometimes, you should just start from scratch: give yourself a name, a birthday. let someone celebrate these things with you
THE FINAL GIRL;
the final girl comes out the other end of trauma alive- or, they were supposed to. honestly, you're not so sure you're really alive anymore. you saw the same hurt take those you were closest to while everyone paraded your bruises as bravery, as strength, as if you're the hero. and it hurts. you're tired and you don't want to have to be brave anymore. whatever you went through, it changed so much of who you were that you're still getting used to the person you see in the mirror. you didn't have a say in any of it, but you're here now, and that's gotta count for something. you'll make it count for something. but first, you need to let yourself find rest
THE WITCH;
people need to find blame wherever they can; it makes the bad things in their life feel just a touch more bearable. the witches are so often blamed for the curses others are under that no one even questions it anymore. you point to a supposed witch and everyone else prepares the stake, no matter their innocence. to be born and believed a witch is one of the worst curses of them all- you can have friends and family, but there's always a dread that someday, someone will point to you, and everyone you once trusted will throw you into the pyre. if you're here, reading this, you've probably been burned before. and i don't blame you for wanting to hide away, to really become the witch they all say you are, to curse them. but to be a witch is to brush your fingertips over the bark of a tree and watch it grow a touch stronger. keep that in mind
THE ONE WHO OPENED THE DOOR;
you turn the door handle. you call out, "who's there?" and the crowd has the audacity to groan, to get frustrated with you. as if the gift of hindsight was something you had. how the hell were you supposed to know you were born into a horror movie? no one bothered to tell you. say, if instead this was an action film, or a fantasy, would they still be telling you how silly of a mistake it was to press further on your quest? they would've commended you for your bravery. you thought you were going to be saving a princess in a tower, not getting stabbed in the back by a killer in the shadows. how is that fair? it isn't, and none of that was ever your fault. it is not wrong to believe things are good. your trust, your optimism, it shouldn't ever be mistaken for ignorance or stupidity. we need more people who open doors. how else are any of us gonna move forward?
