#insanc

[cougcr]

––––––––––   @insanc  –––  based upon ( 2nd point ) .

     it wasn’t as if she’d completely abandoned her faith and started conducting rituals in the wooded area behind her home ,  yet judging by the way her parents had been acting lately you’d  SWEAR  they walked in to her sacrificing a goat .  brunette is leant upon her window ledge ,  doesn’t take him long to appear ,  looking like an eighties wet dream  ( minus the boombox )  nonetheless ,  ‘  i wouldn’t stand around there for long ,  one noise and my dad will have his shotgun pointed out of his bedroom window claiming he thought you were a big raccoon   ––   and who would make me cum if you were dead in the ground ? ’  motions towards the back door directly beneath her window ,  ‘ it’s unlocked . ’

[forsunlights]

( based ) / @insanc

            sipping on her last bit of coffee, isabelle let out a small sigh as she began to pack away her belongings. she’d had a deadline at the end of the week and she needed to make sure everything was PERFECT for this project that she had been assigned to. she’d been more than stressed lately and her job wasn’t helping in any way. throwing her bag over her shoulder as she put her earphones in each ear before waving away at the barista. she walked out of the coffee shop and waited a second or two before playing her music as LOUDLY as she could. tucking away her phone, isabelle began to walk down the pavement of the sidewalk towards her home. sure, she could have drove or caught a cab at least, but this walk had ALWAYS calmed her down. it was always something that threw her worries away but, for some reason. she had a feeling LINGERING behind her. she wasn’t sure what it was but, she stopped in her tracks, turning her head to make sure nobody was following her. maybe she was just being PARANOID for no reason. she was stressed. she didn’t get much sleep last night and she did just drink three cups of coffee. she was bound to be losing it. shaking her head as she resumed listening to her music. isabelle continued to walk, singing along with her music as she tapped her fingers on the outside of her bag.

[cougcr]

––––––––––   @insanc​   –––  based upon  .

     had been swept up in the festivities ,  weeks upon weeks of attention bestowed solely upon her as the time until the ceremony lessened and lessened  .   even the following weeks after signing her name on the marriage certificate were wonderful ,  but as the dust began to settle ,  realisation kicked in .  this was it ,  there’d be no more dating ,  no more one night stands nor sloppy touching in the back of a bar .  refuses to consider implications ,  she couldn’t have made a MISTAKE ,  everything she had ever wanted had been laid out on a platter yet as she sits at the dining room table searching for a way to fill the long ,  empty hours while he’s working she’s not sure .  of course she’s rarely alone ,  one of the upstairs bedrooms is often occupied by  ‘ his biggest burden ’  as his father so fondly refers to him  ––  on one hand ,  the blonde hates it when he’s there ,  believes every time he sees her he’s judging her for being wooed into this commitment by nice things ,  on the other she’s glad to have someone around .  physically recoils every time someone refers to him as her step-son ,  watches as he makes his way into the kitchen on a direct mission to get to the fridge  –   ‘ you came in late last night , ’ blonde pipes up from where she’s sat at the table ,  isn’t prying ,  it’s just a general curiosity  (  or so she tells herself  )  ––  ‘  you meet a girl  ?  ’

[futiledevics]

CLOSED FOR @insanc​ .

“ no, really i absolutely love being the weird girl ! keep staring i’ll definitely notice less if you do. “  the snip in her tone was not completely intentional but with a lack of caffeine blood through her veins and the constant cameras years after the bloodbath sidney was getting real sick of the attention. the sole survivor shit ( despite randy and gale making it out fine as well ) was getting real old. 

[forsunlights]

( based ) / @insanc

          his blood was BOILING. rhys had been out, not drinking, not partying. just having some time to hang out and watch some of the games at the bar until SHE had walked in. the last time they had seen one another, rhys had given her all the reason to dump him. he promised he’d never become his brother, and here he was. BETRAYING the girl he was with and wanted to be with, LYING to her and making her feel as if she was NOTHING to him. rhys had a reputation. not one as scandalous as his twin, but one that made people question the mental state of the male. he had RANDOM bursts of anger, then he was sweet and caring. it wasn’t a good look. as he tried to ignore the other with the friends she had came in with, he couldn’t really ignore the random asshole who seemed to make his way over. trying to flirt and trying to hit on her, right in front of him. his jaw began to clench, and rhys tried once again to turn the other way, his eyes STRUGGLING to focus on the television as he heard a bit of their conversation.