#elizawatson

[holysainxt-blog]

❝This isn’t a joke! We’re going to be stuck here the rest of our lives!❞

“i – -” he stops short, smile falling from his expression as he’s immediately brimming with regret at the words that have just escaped his lips. “i wasn’t trying to make the actual situation into a JOKE, honest.” he’s still scrambling to find the right words to correct himself. for once, why couldn’t he just think before speaking. “it makes me feel a little better to laugh about things, not take them so seriously.” there’s a pause, where eyes glance away once more before returning to meet hers, a smile flickering across his features. “you didn’t think it was at least a little bit funny?”

[ofsylvias-blog]

What happens when the food runs out, then what? ❞

Fingers splay to count their options, and she holds out one, two, three. With opposite hand, she taps on the first finger, lips tightened into a thin line.  ❛  Logically, we grow food.  ❜  A beat, and the finger is folded back towards her palm, the second given the same tap.   ❛ Horrifically, we turn to cannibalism a la the Donner Party.  ❜ A grimace at that one, but actions are repeated for second finger, then finally, the third.  ❛  REALISTICALLY  ?  ❜  There’s a moment of silence before Sylvia shrugs.   ❛  We starve to death.  ❜

[ofsylvias-blog]

😤💜📞

😤= an angry text message

[ SENT / 8:04 PM / SATURDAY ] — Why the fuck do you hate me?[ SENT / 8:04 PM / SATURDAY ] — I get that I’m not the most personable or whatever[ SENT / 8:05 PM / SATURDAY ] — But I seriously have done NOTHING to you[ SENT / 8:05 PM / SATURDAY ] — So honestly, I wanna know, what’s your problem?

💜= a compassionate text message

[ SENT / 2:22 PM / FRIDAY ] — Hey, I’m really sorry about everything that’s going on.[ SENT / 2:22 PM / FRIDAY ] — Tripp is your brother and I know firsthand that this … all kind of sucks[ SENT / 2:23 PM / FRIDAY ] — I have to look out for myself first and foremost but if it’s any consolation: I don’t think he did it. And I’m sorry you’re getting sucked into it.

📞= a voicemail my muse left yours (  before it all went down )

YOUR CALL HAS BEEN FORWARDED TO AN AUTOMATIC VOICE MESSAGING SYSTEM. PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE BEEP — Hey, Eliza. I know we … kind of got off on the wrong foot, but me and a couple of other people from Dr. Hawkins’ class are forming a study group on Tuesday nights … and if you ever wanted to drop in, we reserved a room in the library. I just thought I’d give you a heads up. See you there, hopefully. Or, uh, just in class. — MESSAGE SAVED.

[arixsanchez]

❝Me? manual labor? Yeah, I don’t think so. ❞ (roxy)

  “trust me  ,  i feel your pain  .”  there’s a little glint in her eyes as she washes the dishes by hand  ,  one by one in the sink  —–   it was more relaxing than the dishwasher  ,  it helped calm her nerves  .  god  ,  she must have washed them faster than they were able to even dirty in this house  .  nonetheless ,  the water felt good on her hands  ,  that were practically cracking with the palm of labor  .  “i don’t know what’s going to happen if we all just sit back and do nothing  —-  though  .  so suck it up  ,  and hand me the soap   .  you know i love you  ,  but i can’t be bothered to think about the next couple of days  .” gaze softens  ,  and she smiled lightly  .  “please roxy  ?” 

[ofcarmichaels]

❝I don’t think he’s dead. ❞

   he did  —–   he thought about it   ,  in the silence of the night  ,  when he couldn’t sleep  .  dylan would think about how it would happen  ,  how somebody would find the body  ,  if they ever would  .  he thought about the fact that ben was out there somewhere  ,  and he wasn’t alive  —  he wasn’t out there wondering in the woods for days  .  he was dead  ,  and it was the only logical sense of reason he could come up with  .  “yeah  ,  me either  .”  it was a lie  ,  saved to spare her the thoughts that damned the inside of his head  .  it was a lie  ,  to save her the worry  .  because god  ,  he knows her  . he knows how much she cares  ,  and how deeply it runs  .  and if he told her what he really thought  ?  if told her that there was no hope in a world like this  ——    he might as well have blown out the last little light that flickered inside that heart of hers  .  and maybe it was selfish  ,  but couldn’t survive the winter  ,  without that warmth  . 

[ofcarmichaels]

❝Who died and made you king/queen? ❞ (Roxy)

   he can’t help the roll of his eyes that follows promptly after the question  .  he had no interest in being crowned  ——    only in not tearing each other apart in the meantime  .  “nobody  .” it’s a quiet answer  ,  and he’s turning on his heels to end the conversation  ,  but pursing his lips  .  there’s a flicker of anger in his chest  ,  usually suppressed   ,  but for once  —-   he lets it burn  .  turning back  ,  his hand wavered between them  .  “you know  , it really doesn’t take a lot of fucking energy to show some basic human fucking decency  —–    trust me  ,  i’d know  .”  seeing as it takes twice the effort for someone like dylan to simply get out of bed  .  you didn’t see him blaming anybody else for his problems  ,  you didn’t see him going out of his way to destroy others  ,  in an effort to feel something  .  god   ——-      he was just tired of the excuses  .  “get over yourself  ,  before someone actually winds up dead  .”   let alone the fact  ,  that ben was still missing  . 

[ofcarmichaels]

🍺 💣📸 (Roxy)

send  🍺 for a drunk text/voicemail 

[  IMESSAGE  ]  you clearly don’t mean whatever you’re saying  . [  IMESSAGE  ]  we’ve both had too much to drink  .  [  IMESSAGE  ]  go to sleep  ,  drink a whole glass of water [  IMESSAGE  ]  remember to take an aspirin  . 

send  💣 unexpected text message

[  IMESSAGE  ]  if my dad wasn’t such a prick [  IMESSAGE  ]  maybe we could have been friends  . [  IMESSAGE  ]  probably shouldn’t have kissed either  .  

send  📸 for your muses contact picture

[ofcarmichaels]

📞 💬 💕

send  📞 for a voicemail that my muse left yours

“i know that i don’t say it very often  —–   or at all  .  but i appreciate you  .  thanks for being my friend when it felt like i had no one else  .  i don’t know what is bringing this all about  ,  maybe it’s the fact i’ve been thinking about death a lot recently  …  i guess just call me when you get this  ,  let me know you’re doing okay  .  it must be stressful being on the council   ..  yeah real stressful  … having to make those choices  ,  being flung into this —–   whatever this is  ..  telling everybody that everything is fine  …   but i don’t know  ,  eliza ..  there’s something wrong with minnie   .  i don’t know what it is  …  it’s different  .. you don’t like her — heh  .. most people don’t  ..  i guess  ..  but i keep thinking about jamie  ,  sitting there in that cell  .. i keep thinking about how quiet it must be  ,  and how he let everyone else be blamed for leaving ben out there   ———   jesus  ,  everything is fucked  ,  isn’t it  ?” 

send  💬 for my muse to admit something

[  IMESSAGE  ]  you know what’s really fucked up  ? [  IMESSAGE  ]  i don’t want to go back to the old world  .. [  IMESSAGE  ]  i like it better here  . 

send  💕 for a loving text message

[  IMESSAGE  ]  don’t feel bad  ,  eliza  .. [  IMESSAGE  ]  trust me on this  [  IMESSAGE  ]  you’re even lovely when you cry  .