#immortae

[a-velvetipped]

‘ oh,  you don’t have to  tell  me,  darling.  i already know that i’m  beyond  perfect.  ‘ 

@immortae.

[moved-shemaddest]

HER    GRANDMOTHER    !   the  maddest  witch  the  world  had  ever  seen  had  found  her  way  out  of  this  wretched  isle   &   almost  burnt  down  half  of  camelot.  was  she  impressed   ?  yes   ,  more  than  she  ever  had  been  before.  it  wasn’t  that  long-lasting  though   ,  while  her  plan  here  had  failed  to  feed  mal  to  the  crocodiles   ,  merlin  had  sent  her  grandmother  straight  back  here.       

❝     did you have a nice trip   ,  gran ?     ❞    she  slowly  moved  from  the  cottage  steps   ,  arm  wrapping  around  the  older  witch’s  waist  to  support  her  slightly  inside.  her  grandmother  was  her  life   ,  she  had  never  been  ashamed  in  admitting  that   &   now  she  just  wanted  to  make  sure  she  was  alright.  who  would  have  thought   ?  a  villain  kid  that  cared  for  someone  other  than  themselves   ?  she  should  be  ashamed  of  herself.    ❝     i heard you almost burnt up all of camelot     ❞    

                    starter.     |     @immortae

[a-velvetipped]

“ Dr Staple -- “ She offers a hand, the cuff of her sleeve hiding the inevitable ink that rests on her wrist. “ I’ve been expecting you. Please sit . . . I see no point in wasting any time hovering.  Can I offer you a drink? Water? Tea? “ 

✴   ☾  ellie staple  / @immortae ! 

[materialwoman]

just wanna take a second to say i love you and everything you do is perfect and tammy is the greatest thing to ever grace my dash and you writing her was a gift from the gods thank you for existing sis xx

hmm hi...   just wanna take a second to say that i caaaaan’t believe i’m so lucky to have you around?!  thank you for being here and putting up with me and also being the number 1 supporter of my tammy sjkdbfjdf you’re amazing, i love you, sis. 💖💖💖🌺🌺🌺

  🎀      @IMMORTAE​     /      RANDOM  MESSAGES  OF  LOVE  !

[a-velvetipped]

@immortae asked: “ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞- 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞. ” cell held in hand, tammy’s wide eyed stare fixated on the screen as she paced back and forth in front of lou. “ he’s supposed to call in five minutes before luke’s game, it’s the semi’s ! ” defeated, she slumps down, perching on the edge of the sofa beside lou, a pout on her lips. “ and, it’s dead. i knew i should’ve charged it this morning. i’m a terrible mother. “ / from tammy to lou !

‘tammy, sweetheart - stop worrying! you’ll give yourself wrinkles.’  the latter half of what she’s saying is a joke and she nudges her friend with her elbow, digging it into her side playfully. ‘i’ve got a cell - you can call him on my phone, don’t sweat it - breathe, it’s alright.’  she has to laugh a little at tammy’s panic, shaking her head as she reaches into the inside pocket of her leather jacket, passing her phone over to tammy. ‘here, use it for as long as you want.’ but she does want to say something before tammy does, coming to move closer, putting an arm around her and pulling her into a hug. ‘you’re a fuckin’ great mother, alright? don’t talk shit about yourself that’s not true, alright? i won’t stand for it.’ and then she leans in, kisses the side of tammy’s head quickly before giving her space. ‘go on, phone him! like you said, you don’t want to miss little lukey boy’s game, hm?’ 

[goldenstarred]

‘ you’re allowed to be angry . you’re allowed to feel whatever it is that you feel . ’ / from shelby ?

          she is angry.     the rational part of her tells her she has no reason to be, that a job is a job and it was clearly something shelby needed, and you can’t be picky about some things. especially when you’re raising a baby daughter. another biting reminder about the humiliation and heartbreak she’d felt roughly a year and a half ago when the warm reunion she’d dreamed of and longed to have with her mother had gone so poorly. she knows that those fantasies had been just that: dreams, fantasies, nothing she could ever hold up to reality. but of course, that’s what she’d done. and just as such habits had before, it had gotten her heart broken. and now, shelby was working in the same place in which she had to spend nearly eight hours a day, five days a week, a looming reminder of that enormous mess and the stinging pain it had left her with. rachel knows there’s likely similar emotions about it all on shelby’s part, but she’s always been a bit selfish; particularly when she’s feeling especially hurt, she doesn’t always tend to see or be terribly sympathetic to similar things in others. 

          while an emotional verbal deluge is something she’s always been prone to releasing,     rachel doesn’t want to go even there with shelby. besides, she doesn’t need to hear it from her that she’s allowed to be angry. she’s already been angry, she’s been angry since she found out. she’s been furious, sometimes, livid. she’s been hurt, she’s felt like the victim of an act of brazen insensitivity. but at the end of the day, there’s nothing she can really do about it. plus, there’s something rewarding about remaining cordial and taking what she thought to be the high road. “you’re here to work, and that’s that,” rachel answers, pursing her lips. “clearly it has nothing to do with me. and it has nothing to do with … with whatever the two of us are.”

          meme! ; accepting!

[a-velvetipped]

envy & pride.  /  @velvetipped  & @immortae.

[herheroics]

intimacy + 24 / shelby & rachel

give herheroics a memememe status : ALWAYS acceptingsinging together or playing instruments together

        this room. this room was where the moment she walked in, it constantly gave her butterflies, was one of her most favorite rooms. it was shelby’s.. actually, her moms practice room. but she always felt at home and complete in this room, even when her mind was running a million miles a minute and all she wanted was a break, this room…this room gave her that. whether she felt it or not. letting out a soft sigh, rachel sat down at the piano, her fingers trailing over the keys, allowing the music to flow through her fingers as they just moved. she was so caught up with the music flowing that she didn’t even register the voice that sang accompanying her on the piano. she knew that voice. her mom had decided to join. once the brunette was finished, she looked up to meet familiar brown hues before flashing her mother a bright grin “you know I love it when you join me in a song.”