#forgetmidas

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time 2 talk about @blondescare / @badvibed / @sinnermans / @forgetmidas​.

so like it’s really funny cause im 100% sure we were in the sherlock fandom at the same time but we never talked. which is so weird because i literally cannot go a day now without talking to her, that’s how important she is to me. she’s such a kind, beautiful and funny ??? i love her like no joke. it’s really funny because like we were talking and then Something BadTM happened at the end of 2015, and she stuck with me through my depression and like all that other shit. i’m really thankful for her to be there for me because i needed someone with a lot of light to actually come in and like .... make that stupidly dark time better. she literally is funny and i’m so grateful that she’s like making a nyota uhura for me because i’m thirsty. she also got me into the loveliness that is rpdr, and yeah!! i love her and she deserves all the good things in the world, because she taught me that there was good in people. you just gotta be lucky enough to witness it and i’m so glad she’s in my life. tldr: i’m gay for roman

a meme where i can’t remember what i supposed to do but i’m gonna talk about roman anyways cause im gay for that latinx bridget jones // not accepting.

[conflictedrealities-blog1]

        ❝ giving it the artist's touch?  ❞   azure irises WATCH the back & forth strokes of brush against the exposed brick where the drywall had been torn away ;  CHARACTER, alice said.    something to add life to the drab, empty space.   but it was THEIRS;  a new start in a world unfamiliar to either of them,  yet Jefferson had pushed for a move out of Storybrooke, for the sake of his family.   tattered wings shedding the invisible shackles that town had secured around his ankle for so many years   ( ;  away from the constant storm cloud of drama hanging over that retched little hamlet. )  an articulated smile tugs at the corner of his lip, fondness nestled in the vesicles of his heart.  he’d lost them once, he wouldn’t lose them again,  not after he’d lived without them both for so long. 

       they were his entire world,  once stolen & replaced with a rotten fragment of memory to remind him of his own mistakes that left him alone & isolated in the hellish chambers of his mind. 

[wildhcartsarchived]

during my road trip when i had no signal, i started making a list of canon and crossover ships i wanna write ( even if just platonic or unrequited love ). i might post it when i get to the hotel. we will see.

[wildhcartsarchived]

        karma ashcroft was madly in love with philip gallagher. it was as simple and as complicated as that. of course, there was the small detail that he did not feel the same. no. while her heart raced whenever she saw the pair of oceanic blue eyes, those eyes were looking at someone else. she could not wrap her mind around it. how could he love someone like karen jackson? how could he let himself endure so much pain for someone who did not even care about him that much? surely, those were thoughts she only kept to herself -- the fear lip would find out she liked him more than she should haunting her every action and thought. that was it, until one amy raudenfeld got too drunk and spilled the beans to ian -- then hell was loose. “look. i don’t know what amy fucking told you and your idiotic of a brother”, she began defending herself -- her dislike for ian lacing her every word. she figured it was better to make it seem like that was all some kind of revenge on ian’s part -- it was better to pretend she did not care -- than admit that her heart was skipping a beat because of how close they were. ( so close that she could catch the scent of nicotine and cheap mint bubblegum in his breath ). “but i am not into you. honestly -- why would i even be into you? it is not like you even know i fucking exist.”

@forgetmidas gets a gallacroft starter.

[darknesswithiin-blog]

@forgetmidas

mention the word LOVE to a sociopath and most often than not, they’ll laugh in your face, turning their nose up at the thought of such an emotion.   love is stupid, love is boring -- it was always something rose had believed ... until she had met LUISA ALVER.  luisa was beautiful, luisa was quirky, luisa was ... well, luisa, and rose’s stupid human emotions GOT IN THE WAY of her beliefs. from the instant her blue orbs had locked with luisa’s dark hues, rose felt mesmerised -- hooked, almost as if luisa was a drug she had grown so quickly addicted to.  her heart beat in a way it had never beat before in her life, palms sweating, head spinning ... 

              & EVEN MORE SO WHEN SHE FOUND OUT SHE WAS MARRYING LUISA’S FATHER. 

the marriage lacked love.  quite in fact, it LACKED any form of lust.  it was a safety blanket,  if you would -- for rose.  she needed cover, she needed to hide with the perfect disguise and ROSE SOLANO was the perfect play on SIN ROSTRO.  nobody who wasn’t as intelligent as herself would be able to find her, thus with emilio, she was safe. 

skip a few months, however -- emilio dead ( thank you to her own hands ) and the authorities on rose’s back, she had sought comfort in a new disguise -- a police disguise who went by the name SUSANNA.  a blonde wig covers cut brown hair,  a perfectly manufactured mask over her face, changing her features completely and A SOUTHERN accent that had been practiced for weeks spilling from thin lips.  THERE WAS NO SIGN OF SIN ROSTRO.  susanna barnett seemed legitimate.  

she hadn’t planned to reveal herself so soon to luisa.  the pair had fallen for one another all over again ( although granted, luisa had fallen for suanna, ) thus it seemed only FAIR.  and with michael on the corridor outside of their room, bullet in his body, shot from her own gun, it seemed unnecessary to hide anymore.  a hand lifts, pulling mask from the bottom over her head, REVEALING the familiar face underneath, a small smile forcing it’s way on her lips as if she believed that this was an okay thing to do. 

  a hand lifts to brush through dark hair, eyes never leaving the other woman.      ❝  you said you could never love again --  not the way you loved rose. ❞ a pause and then fingers then coming to remove contact lenses from HER EYES. ❝ i never stopped loving you luisa.   ❞   bandaid is ripped from her neck, natural tone soon falling from rose’s lips.   ❝ and YOU never stopped loving me -- don’t look so surprised. ❞  she extends a hand, waiting for the other woman to take it.   ❝ come on,  we have to go.  ❞

[darknesswithiin-blog]

TALK ABOUT ME BECCAAAA 💞

send me a url & i’ll talk about them w / my voice.

roman im cryin i am such a d o rk. 

        @forgetmidas

[shearchived]

[01:45:26] peaches ( roman. ): DO IG [01:45:30] rl karma ashcroft.: do ig [01:45:31] peaches ( roman. ): D O  I  G [01:45:33] rl karma ashcroft.: who is ig? [01:45:35] rl karma ashcroft.: i will do ig

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