#ft. amelia

[alecouri]

“Quédate conmigo, todavía no quiero volver al hotel.”

"¿No crees que ya nadaste lo suficiente?" Disfraza su pequeña queja en el tono causal de una duda genuina. El sol y el calor jamás le han molestado, pero tras tantos años de vivir en una isla, definitivamente puede admitir que el mar no es su cosa favorita en el mundo. "¿O es que quieres impresionar a ese grupo de personas que no dejan de mirarte? ¡Qué popular, Barbie!" * ♡ ( @ameliand )

[opheliaoffline]

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Some Halloween snapshots. 🧡👻🎃

[for-tylove]

TEXTING: AMELIA BEDELIA

Ty: Amy, I need your advice on something that is time sensitive so please don’t be hungover or have miraculously lost your phone in a Cheesecake Factory for the third time this year.

[charlieclarkedj]

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eat sleep rave repeattttt

[loudenver]

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When Amy wants to go to the beach we go to the beach.

[riannekaufman]

If anyone asked her, Rianne would say that she considered herself an 'advanced' witch. She knew more than the basics but not nearly enough to impress someone that knew much about the craft. Hailing from the United States, she had grown accustomed to using their local plants in her potions. Her brews weren't as strong as they could be and she was almost certain itw as from using dried herbs and flowers -- not to mention her magic was no longer tied to the land. It was for this reason she found herself at Rainbow's End, in the hopes she'd find a flora. 

Luckily, she had found exactly what she was looking for, it was just a wee bit too high. Against her better judgement, she decided to use her power to get what she needed. A bit of telekinesis never hurt anyone. The transfer was going smoothly until Rianne got distracted by a bit of movement out of the corner of her eye. In a split second, the heavy, leather-bound book went flying - almost hitting a poor, innocent bystander in the store at the same time. Horrified and embarrassed, the witch glanced at the stranger and stared for a moment. "I-- I am so friggin' sorry. Are you alright? That... It didn't hit you, did it?" / @highlandfaegirl​

[wizardgreat]

where:   amelia’s place

It’s customary after their little spats for Edgar to apologize.   It’s not a difficult thing for him to do   -   he loves his sister more than anyone else,   though over the years they’ve learned funny ways of showing it.   Shared grief has a way of interrupting the flow,   changing relationships in ways no one can expect.   Still,   this particular tradition has been in place since they were children.   It’s a precarious sort of business,   making up with Amelia,   but he’s had years to finely tune the craft.   Tonight he’s come armed   -   it’s with a bottle of pumpkin juice   (   he might have been asking for it with that,   but she was supposed to be recovering   )   and some take away in hand that he knocks on the door to her flat.   “   Truce?   ”

@ofthebcnes​

[ofcmckenna-blog]

𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖 ⇢ amelia.

kenna : hey, look if u have a problem w me u could at least @ me or say it to my face.

kenna : idk y u're so obsessed w me, but it's getting old, honey 😪

kenna : get some new hobbies besides hoeing urself out and speaking out on shit that has nothing to do w u.