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[hisatlas]

     hair  is  a  tangle  of  fairy  knots,        bronze  locks  strewn  across  lithe  shoulders  catching  the  light  just  right—      as  she  races  across  the  parkway  and  straight  into  the  other  girl’s  arms,      greeting  her  as  one  should  always  greet  a  long  lost  friend.            “          i  thought  i’d  never  see  you  again  !          “                                                            @heartmiles

[knowsmercy-a]

‘  little  late  if  you  ask  me ,  but  you  know  i’ll  come  around  if  you  ask  me .  ’

THERE HAD ALWAYS BEEN SOMETHING CALMING ABOUT MOON. Ever since he’d moved to Los Angeles ( what seemed like an entire lifetime ago, how did everything change so quickly? ), the girl had a magnetic quality to her. In the storm of the past year, she’d been a lighthouse. Standing her ground, breaking up the fog, reminding people that there was always another way. 

And God, had he needed her light. ‘ A little late, ’  she’d said. Expression quickly turns to embarrassment, thinking back to the weeks spent at the hospital. He hadn’t talked to her - how could he? He couldn’t live with himself if his situation   ( the doctor’s words rang clear in his mind: There’s a chance Miguel might never walk again. )    was the thing that finally extinguished that light. He didn’t want to risk that, but, as he wheeled his way to the door and answered it, it seemed as though she was as bright as ever. He’d slowly made his way to the tree in the middle of the complex to talk to her, hands fidgeting with the armrests of his chair. 

Her words were sure, deliberate. The shame of not having reached out quickly dissipates, corners of his lips tugging up into one of the first genuine smiles since her house party.   ❝ Thanks, really. I, uh... ❞   he trailed off, trying to find the right words.   (  I’m sorry that I didn’t answer your calls. I didn’t want anybody to see me, looking like a ghost of myself. )   A quick tangent, eyebrows coming together.   ❝ How’d you know where I lived? ❞

@heartmiles​.     ▸▸▸     moon.     ▸▸▸     happiness begins starters.

[candiie]

@heartmiles​​​: HC + family

      as i’ve said before, carrie’s mom died in a car crash when she was younger, but she absolutely adored her mother when she was alive. she did some modeling when she was younger, and she met trevobby at a photoshoot. amelia (carrie’s mom) was the first person he had met to truly question why he had a song called ‘my name is luke’. she didn’t care about who he was, and he was drawn to her immediately because of that. to be honest, amelia really didn’t like him, finding him annoying and over-confident about his songs. but she grew to like him, and eventually they got married and had carrie.

         they were a picturesque family for a while, her mother soft and warm while her father was playful. but after the crash it seemed the house turned cold, and even as young as she was, carrie grew apart from her dad, since they were both mourning and trevobby didn’t know what else to do besides try and buy her love to make her happy.

(  ♡ : headcannon meme )

[bryht]

❛     reggie  ---     ❜  ringed  fingers  slap  crumpled  paper  onto  table,  accompanied  by  a  sharp  tsk  of  tongue.  ❛     wanna  tell  me  why  i  just  pulled  out,  like,  THREE  DIFFERENT  PAGES  from  my  notebook,  covered  in  your  country  song  titles  ?     ❜  𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚁𝙴  𝙰  𝙲𝙾𝚆𝙱𝙾𝚈,  𝚆𝙴’𝚅𝙴  𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈  𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃  𝙱𝙴𝙶𝚄𝙽,  𝚂𝙷𝙴’𝚂  𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴  ------  luke  had  stopped  reading  them  at  that  point.

fingertips  tap  the  pages,  pushing  them  towards  the  bassist.  ❛     julie’s  probably  got  half  a  dozen  notebooks  you  can  use.  maybe  you  can  ask  her  for  one.     ❜　*　 @heartmiles​　…　(　 ♪　)

[purefaucet]

@heartmiles​   liked  for  a  starter  .    for  melanie  !

before      he    says    anything    ,      cole    justifies    that    whatever    feelings    he    has    towards    jimmy      aren’t      moulded    by    any    spite      --        no    ,      of    course    not    .     𝚒𝚝’𝚜    𝚗𝚘𝚝    𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝    𝚑𝚎    𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝    𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎    𝚝𝚑𝚎    𝚐𝚞𝚢    .    .    .      he’s    alright    .      you    know    ,      as    far    as    any    high    school    boys    go      (      or    any    of    his    peers    ,    for    that    matter      )        .      he    has    more    muscle    than    he    does    brains        &        they    couldn’t    be    any    more    unlike    each    other    .      jimmy    reminds    him    of    someone      his    father    maybe    would’ve    been    proud    to    call    his    son    .        he    just    doesn’t    understand    how    they’d    ever    consider    each    other    friends    .          though    he    makes    an    effort    ,      gives    him    a    chance    .      for    melanie’s    sake    .       but    still     .    .    .            ❝        sometimes    i    miss    when    it    was    just    the    two    of    us    .          ❞

[roseguided-a]

@heartmiles ASKED , ‘ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑. ’ / 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒊

       𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄’𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 , 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍.    it wasn’t a bad thing , no ,  but something that’d quickly became a habit almost.  why?  because she likes about around him , near him--she likes spending time with steve.  she loves him , why wouldn’t that be something isabelle would want to do?   palms push back against the bed , a yawn escaping her lips as ears hear his comment making a slight chuckle to bubble up from inside her chest,   body comes to sit upright , still stiff && lethargic , as hand comes to rub away the sleep crust in her eyes.  ❝  do any of us?  ❞    wonders isabelle a loud , naked lips tugging upward into a slight grin.    eyes glance ‘round for a clock , but she can’t seem to find one right away.  ❝  what time is it , steve?  i . . i have some things to do for my dad’s-  for the funeral arrangements for next week.  ❞   tone clearly drops with the reminder.    what was there to   𝙴𝚇𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙻𝚈  do?  no body was recovered ,  cause of death being the explosion within the lab that joyce had seen first hand.   nothing to bury , nothing to say goodbye too.   eyes , to which had been glancing down ,  look upwards when she feels the bed sink in , when she feels his hand come over hers.   a silent nod of understanding , a silent gesture of   𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭  that makes isabelle feel a little better.   she’d lean forward,  nose brushing against his as a small kiss is pressed against his lips━a thank you.

[roseguided-a]

@heartmiles ASKED , ☆ 𝑷𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔. 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚 ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ ( 𝑾𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 )

        uH  I APPRECIATE THIS SO MUCH COMING FROM YOU??  YOU’RE SO MUCH QUALITY ON ONE BLOG ,   such a kind && good && amazing human being so thank you so much for this <3  && right back at you , okay??

[brenheira]

Send ☄ for one random headcanon I have for my muse!  ---> @heartmiles​ asked: ☄

                    carol  is  good  at  science.   it’s  one  of  the  only  fields  she’s  good  at  due  to  her  father’s  homeschooling  /  her  own  mother’s  intelligence.  cindy  ,  her  mother  ,  aimed  at  becoming  a  scientist  which  is  why  she  interned  at  hawkins  lab.  carol’s  early  years  (  up  until  the  age  of  seven  )  were  heavily  influenced  by  several  scientific  matters.  her  father  constantly  explained  concepts  to  her  &  wanted  her  to  understand  different  things.  after  carol’s  release  from  the  lab  ,  her  mother  further  more  continued  her  scientific  tutoring.  her  mother  couldn’t  pursue  science  so  she  wanted  carol  to.  while  carol  was  good  at  science  ,  her  mother  continued  to  force  her  love  for  science  onto  carol.  she  had  been  a  young  woman  when  she  became  a  mother  ,  only  in  her  early  twenties.  her  dreams  were  snipped  in  the  bud  so  she  couldn’t  become  what  she  wanted  to.  despite  this  ,  despite  carol  being  good  at  science  she  doesn’t  care  too  much  for  it.  she  became  angered  at  her  father’s  love  for  her  ,  at  her  mother’s  insistence  she  become  a  scientist  ,  &  carol  stopped  giving  a  damn  about  science.  &  school  for  that  matter.  a  lot  of  her  dislike  for  school  stems  for  her  desire  to  spite  her  mother  whom  she  blames  for  the  divorce  ,  her  father  not  being  in  her  life  ,  &  for  the  fact  that  she  constantly  wanted  carol  to  excel.  all  these  high  expectations  led  her  to  give  up  in  school  &  generally  in  life.  her  mom  wanted  her  to  be  a  scientist  ,  she’s  not  going  to  be.  if  her  mother  wants  her  to  excel  in  school   ,  she  won’t.  she  doesn’t  want  to  live  the  life  her  mother  puts  on  her  ,  &  in  doing  so  has  given  up  one  of  the  things  she  truly  good  at  :  science.