#itmeanssadness

[nctyourfriend]

“will I be okay?” ( wh oops ) ;

          “You should feel better once you’ve warmed up.” They had time for that. It was early yet: no need to worry about the arrival of patients. Even Mr. Renfield wasn’t due at his post until an hour hence. Seward had come to her office to take care of some work--the quiet of the early morning suited her--and found Brona by the gate, crumpled, dazed, and cold, bleeding from a cut above her eyebrow. Deaf to any protest, she’d brought Brona in and sat her down at the fireside. She didn’t ask whose hand or boot or cane had delivered the blow. Seward could guess.

          “Tilt your head up. Let me look at it.” Seward's hands were already guiding Brona’s face, tilting her head back, bringing the cut further into the light. “You have a bruise. This happened last night? Early this morning?”

send "everything will be okay" to take care of my injured muse. / send “will I be okay?” for my muse to take care of yours.

[divineadmixture-a-blog]

ƈհεlოօε: but speaking of stans, i learned that billie piper and her husband divorced a couple months ago so i'm gonna make my move ƈհεlოօε: lol The Emperor: I WANT AN INVITE TO THE WEDDING BETWEEN YOU AND BPIPES The Emperor: also The Emperor: I wanna see the arm-wrestle between you and Sav tho first, because you both like Bpipes that way ƈհεlოօε: lol i know it XD we'll have to battle for her love The Emperor: DO IT The Emperor: battle in a kiddie pool of jello

it’s on @itmeanssadness

[thyhumbleservant-blog]

*tacks my url to henry's rainbow socks and sends him 2 u* <3

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following;

my opinion on;

character in general: ok ok so at first i didn’t like lily - i saw this often because I didn’t like her when she came up on the scene of Angie’s ball and stole the show because I was like ‘this is Angie’s party what are you doing.’ but then I was able to appreciate her a bit more for her complexity and the like. how they play them: YOU DO SUPER GOOD. VERY GOOD. Quality Lily. No bad reviews.the mun: SAV. YOU ARE SUCH A CUTE LITTLE PEACH. *PAPS CHEEKS* Thank you for being such a good friend to me whenever I’ve needed one and for putting up with the muse shenanigans. You are such a kind soul, donut forget that.

do i;

follow them: of course. ^__^rp with them: uhm yes, we are presently on a feels trip.want to rp with them: always doooo!ship their character with mine: lily is theo’s adopted mom ok.

what is my;

overall opinion: you are always whalecome to talk to me about anything, i’ll sling more stories about dinosaurs and unicorns and whatever else i can come up with. your a v talented writer and lovely human being. ok.

[beggarthecosts-blog]

She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well (x)

                                             Justine/Lily || @itmeanssadness

[dimensionhoppingrose]

[beggarthecosts-blog]

It had been days.

Days since Justine had stopped to help a man claiming he was lost. Days since she had been attacked from behind and knocked unconscious, and dragged off to something very similar to the dungeon she had once been convinced she was going to die in. She wasn’t alone in this dungeon, however. She had company in the form of six other girls, all younger than her. Victims. Future trafficked girls who would be sent off to be sex slaves in another country.

The thought made Justine sick. She certainly wouldn’t stand for it.

So in the dead of night, while only one man was guarding the door, Justine broke them out, knocking the guard out and taking his gun. They were still in London, thankfully -- in probably the worst part of the city, but still. Justine had lost her phone and couldn’t call Lily, so instead she just walked with six terrified girls, finding a police station and sending them all inside. She couldn’t deal with them anymore. She just wanted to get home.

It took half the night to walk back to their building, and Justine was nearly in tears by the time she got there. She ignored the doorman’s gaze as she walked in, and it was only when she found herself in front of their door that she realized she didn’t have her key.

So she just knocked.

[beggarthecosts-blog]

They were immortal. But they weren’t invincible. They could still be killed, they just wouldn’t die naturally. But they could still be killed.

That was all Justine could think about as she watched the news for hours, showing images of downtown London. There’d been a bomb. Someone had set off a bomb. Downtown. Lily was downtown. She’d wanted to go shopping. Justine had blown it off because she hadn’t felt like leaving the house. She’d sent Lily off with a lazy kiss and a...a what? A see you later? A I love you?

Justine couldn’t remember. What was the last thing she’d said to Lily?

She’d tried calling the blonde, several times, but cell services were down. She couldn’t get through. She couldn’t reach Lily.

If Lily was even alive.

With nothing else to do, Justine turned to alcohol, drinking herself to sleep on the couch and waking up the next morning, hungover and alone, with the TV still playing horrifying images of the bombing area. No call from Lily. No texts. No messages.

Oh god she was dead.

That was the only explanation. Lily wouldn’t have let Justine sit around and worry for this long, she’d have called the minute she had a chance to. Unless she didn’t have a chance. Unless she’d been blown up by the bombs. They were still trying to identify victims after all. So many bodies...

Justine hit the alcohol harder that day, adding to it the Vicodin she still had from her ill-advised period of self-medication to sleep. Lily would be so mad.

But if Lily was dead, it didn’t matter. And hell...maybe she’d even join her.

So she drank, and she popped pills, until she passed out. Hopefully she wouldn’t wake up.

[thyhumbleservant-blog]

accent !!!!!

If I get ten "accents" I'll do the accent challenge.

1/10 ^_^