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🌟( for laura )

🌟 for an act/personal attribute/talent i’m proud of

it’s her innate inability to care for much of what people think – until they say it out loud (but people hardly do that anymore, do they?). to laura, rejection isn’t rejection until they say it to her face; judgement can simply be categorised as creative differences or personal opinions; criticisms are always taken with a grain of salt and a fair amount of respect, considered something to be of a tool to help her improve. there are, of course, plenty of these online, which she doesn’t mind at all, and more often than not, finds them both amusing and constructive – until she gets abusive ones, of course. those get reported and blocked. who needs that kind of negativity in their life?

[vcrgangs]

🕯️ - for haruhi

🕯️ for something i regret

     glasgow, 17 april 1925     a day before the fire of kelvin hall

edith was sleepwalking again.

her husband naturally found it unnatural. she knew it to be a symptom of a life she hoped to stop remembering. the doctors referred her to somebody to somebody to somebody – an endless line of somebodies – until one told her a story she thought she might be hysterical from knowing. it wasn’t until they told her every detail of a life she had not lived that she even came close to believing, and here it was again, recurring now in her waking moments, haunting her like black cats and closed doors and daughters she cannot find in one room until she checked thrice over. she thought the story to be outlandish, naturally, and that she was unnatural for having such desires at all. the bookkepers, they called themselves, though they worked at kelvin hall with those old books and musty paintings, told her to report anything she might think was relevant, and she thought it another odd request among many.

until her dream led her to elsewhere, to kelvin hall where they worked – and she brushed it off. it was only a dream, not a memory interrupted. nothing more.

    glasgow, 18 april 1925    kelvin hall burns

she should’ve warned them of the fire.

she should’ve kept her husband away.

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🧥 for haruhi

🧥 for a description of my favourite look

haruhi did not like blacks and whites, although it would have been beneficial if she did, especially when it came to hunting down monsters and ghouls that most likely did not exist. she didn’t believe the rationalists, of course, because they were often too boring, but she didn’t believe in the conspiracy theorists either, because they were too intense – she liked to think she was somewhere in the middle, with a healthy amount of belief in what she did and hoped to pursue; the same went for her wardrobe. all that colour would often be mixed for comfort. short shorts and orange sweaters were a staple, and so too were rainbow-striped socks and well-worn shoes she really needed to change. too often the shoes saw the un-walked trail in the woods, trod on fresh ground with broken twigs leading to a nothing-ghoul – but it was worth exploring if it meant she could record it.