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@earthsync - emily gets a new follower starter !
the road's familiar - and the radio plays new songs over the old backdrop. nothing but snowy mountains and a bumpy road, both her and emily coming up with her boyfriend coming on the way behind them, the both of them singing brokenly to what's on, now, THE RITUAL OF IT ALL. girlhood still held its own small foothold into what was their far more interesting takes on being young and in college. the only thing that feels surprising is that they're even back here in the first place. there's something... unsettling. and they talk about it when they're stopping for food along the way on the drive up from their town, over too-salty french fries and dry chicken nuggets. it's weird, right?
that josh wants to be here AT ALL after... well.
they don't really need to GO THERE right now.
the whole thing was kind of fucked up, and they all knew it. that a prank turned into a whole fucking thing when the sisters had gotten lost out there in the middle of a white out. all of them left twisted with some kind of guilt, especially avery, knowing she'd full and well participated in the whole thing in the first place. it wasn't supposed to be a BIG DEAL or anything but... hurt people aren't exactly rational, are they?
she spins the dial, looking behind her at the car rumbling in their wake. "awww, think he's sad that he's not in here with us? he always reminds me of a PUPPY DOG. but i mean, cute. i love that for you. i figured he'd be the one who'd be the most freaked out about coming back here, pero, i guess he's got better nerves then i ever thought." that sharper cut of her tongue, but, with emily, she's only ever been her most honest self. "i haven't hung out with some of these people in forever. i can't even tell if that's a good or a bad thing anymore."
- @earthsync
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buffy summers + damon salvatore, maeve nelson (<3), chani kynes (in her immortal supernatrual huntress verse)
spike + riley viktor (<3), jennifer check, wednesday addams
sam carpenter + nell crain, alicia clark, odelia kramer
jim hopper + wanda maximoff, other mother, clarice starling (<3), amy elliot dunne, anna williams, enzo st claire
nancy wheeler/robin buckley + elizabeth afton, caroline abbott, bella swan, pearl, carrie white
davina claire + alys rivers, caroline abbott, jessica berzatto, wanda maximoff, damon salvarore
hayley marshall + damon salvatore, maeve nelson, enzo st claire
klaus mikaelson + wanda maximoff (<3), other mother, death , alys rivers, wednesday addams, riley viktor (<3)
abby anderson + ellie williams, dina levitt, anna williams
dina + ellie williams (<3, obvi) , anna williams, caroline abbott, nell crain (<3)
ellie williams + dina levitt (<3, obvi), anna williams, kari miller, caroline abbott (<3), katniss everdeen (<3)
jesse + dina levitt (<3), ellie williams, anna williams, kari miller, katniss everdeen
tess + kari miller (<3), anna williams
send ⭐ for me to give some muse pairings for plotting/interactions !
that's the problem, isn't it? you tell a few lies. get comfortable with the lies. find out it isn't so hard to disguise the truth. and then it's only your head swimming above them, mouth gasping for air, with the truth buried so fuckin' deep nobody has any chance of finding it anymore. she's been there. a time or two. it's been a long time since she let herself get so off track that she forgets what the hell she's doing or who she can trust to give it to her straight. thinks it's better to not really rely on anybody but yourself unless you're damn sure the person whose lips are moving has ample enough reason not to throw bullshit your way. she's gotten it easy though. lucky, even. for the better part of this outbreak all she's had to do is look to her side and know there's only one person she needs to trust. jackson's picture perfect as far as post-outbreak goes. except now she isn't desperately trying to drink the air into her lungs in between waves of lies— she's all neck extended, bulging veins and a heaving chest trying to find her own truth here in this town.
❝ lemme tell ya somethin'. sometimes the truth is shit. ❞ she says bluntly, but not without reason. she won't pretend like she understands what growing up in an infected world is like. thinks it'd be fucking brutal. the truth she had to worry about growing up holds nothing on the truth they gotta be worried about. ellie, well, she's turned out okay.. but she can see it in her eyes, the cost. one night in the middle of who-fucking-knows where she thought about how it would've been to watch nolan's eyes change over the course of the years. chewed the thought up and spit it out real quick. ❝ sometimes if you can go to sleep at night on a real good half-lie— ❞ her head lolls side to side as if the action itself could finish the sentence for her. sometimes it was worth it. better than not sleeping that's for sure.
¹ @earthsync (jesse) / ² even as we breathe .. i never feel like people are telling me the whole truth.
LIKED : character specific starter call / @earthsync
featuring: teeny bradbury and jonathan byers
❝ i’m not trying to be a drag, but that sounds really boring. ❞ she’s referring to the male having to take pictures of the mall and it’s stores. obviously it was a big deal for somewhere like hawkins, but taking pictures of a shoe store? snooze ville right there. ❝ you don’t have to take pictures of every store, do you? i mean i don’t think there is enough room in the paper for that. what is there, over fifty stores in here? good luck with printing all of those. ❞ teeny snorts, and pushes some of the boxes back on the shelves. it hadn’t been easy finding a job that would actually hire her with her disability, but she’d finally managed to get hired here. she does have two feet after all, just not two hands.
𝐈𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈. & she had an idea of what might’ve made joel’s nights heavy. one of the pains they share in common, the same loss that only they can understand between them. an intimate sorrow, a parents grief. does he still dream of her ? surely so. but, could joel remember what her laugh sounded like or the little details of her face ? kari can, but only if she closes her eyes to focus intently. never did she think she would be forgetting her daughter & a part of her hated herself for it. but, that was what time did. it takes. it was cruel—to not only have to live in the world they do now, but the be stripped of everything they once held dear or familiar. children these days will never know & that, in itself, was a special cruelty.
@earthsync said, " THE NIGHTS GET HEAVY LIKE THEY ALWAYS DO. "
sitting down beside him on the bed, hand carefully reaches out to place over joel’s hand. him with his watch permanently stuck at the time she died & her with her bracelet their daughter made—stuck in time. ❛ if anyone understands that, it’s me. ❜ he isn’t alone in it. ❛ there’s no relief in goin’ t’sleep like there isn’t any in wakin’ up, ❜ tone is quiet as dark eyes search her husbands profile. ❛ that’s why your nights are heavy, isn’t it, honey ? ‘cause you dream of sarah. ❜ like me.
020, standing in front of a painting at a museum. / KATE. @earthsync
꩜ MARBLE FLOOR / LOAFERS SCRAPE THE SURFACE - black veins below him branch to his feet & cut off at the white walls, hospital sheet white, but eyes stay down - focusing on the intricacies of the snaking paths formed under his slightly scuffed shoes. milling ants to a magnifying glass / his weight stomping out the winding lives of others. the reflection is uncanny, the polish blurred & only serving as an intensifier for the brightness that fills this space—it’s like standing amongst the sun. a star. a dying star. art museums always have this feel about them, magnificent yet empty, hollow - even. he flickers icy gaze toward the painting set ahead of him ( the flaying of marsyas, titian, 1570. ) —knife against soft skin - strung up, with a dog lapping the blood, & yet there is a twisted beauty in it. a kind of — celebration & invigoration from the figures partaking. revelling in misery.
a ghostly figure lingers past his peripheral, standing aside him - she stops to look at it, & he doesn’t study her face—mainly because as soon as he catches a good look at her, he freezes in place. kate marsh. cross bared - held in frail digits, hair slightly frazzled by the wind & golden in hue—with her pupils hiding a solemn apathy. the light from her eyes has been snuffed out since … well, since everything. nathan blinks. once. then twice. panicked breathes are concealed reaching his throat, only his chest showing how frantically he’s drawing air. fuck. be not afraid, her presence only a further blinding luminosity, even if dimmed, in this building, skirt trailing like folded wings. he can’t stop looking.
the marble below starts to move, the pathways of lives move on as he stands still, kate breathes still. he forgets how to, for a second. “ k.. kate ? ” is she even real ? she’s not dead but, how - how is she here ? “ kate, is that you ? ” nathan’s voice leaves his mouth but he doesn’t recall moving it to speak, “ holy shit. kate. i… ( apologies are fruitless. forgiveness is relative, but, he can’t help say it. what else is there to say ? ) i… i’m sorry. ” god forgives, but he knows it’s too late for that — he just wants to say it. expulsion of a sin, cleaning of a wound left untreated for far too long. it’s worth it to disinfect, even if it stings, even if it scars.
from within, a swam of anger rises and could easily escape her mouth, wounding the world around them. there is so much rage wrapped around a once golden heart, causing her insides to flake and turn rotten. skin pulses with venomous fury, waves of emotion seeming to kill the plants that grow around her. aceso barely knows where she is, what world in which she's decided to cause her destruction. being is always lost now, always alone. always suffering, and taking that out on those that inhabit the land heavy feet fall on. head whips around when she hears footsteps, breath heavy, grey eyes a storm and pupils blown wide within them. 'do you seek your death by approaching me, little one?' voice seems to echo off of nothing, head tilting as the nightmare tilts their head down at buffy. 'not many are as brave as you. or as foolish,' @earthsync.
