#landsfew

[ironchosen]

i can assure you alana has changed jennifer walters’ @landsfew‘s phone number without her consent. to what, you may ask?

8-6-7-5-3-0-NIIIIIIINE

[eidetective]

@landsfew (alana)

“—Hi.”

That feels... somehow terribly inadequate, but there’s a thick fog blanketing his thoughts, making everything shapeless and slippery, even as he knows the encephalitis itself is supposed to be getting better. Probably all the medication, but he’d been so out of his goddamn mind when it had been explained to him what those all did that as soon as they were balanced out enough that he could sleep at night and keep down food he didn’t feel like he could try and argue about the specifics.

Encephalitis. So severely advanced that no neurologist could have looked at his brain scan and not hand-delivered him to urgent care unless it was deliberate.

Jack had been to visit, once, to wring his hands a bit and say things about pushing too hard and responsibility and paid leave, and Will had stared at the ceiling and thought about how Dr. Sutcliffe nearly getting half his head ripped off right after his second appointment made it difficult to unilaterally assign blame.

Now, he stares up at Alana with bleary eyes and (poorly) attempts a lopsided, rakish smile, like that’ll stay any pity. Make this easier.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

[mimismarquez]

ooh fave lines for allie, harry, helena, luke, gwen? (sorry thats a lot bkjwrbgkjbr)

skdjfksdjfskd oh gosh i love u also these r more like... monologues i guess but whatever

allie: ‘who shot my sister? why did you do that? we needed her! i needed her!’ kathryn’s delivery of this line is so fucking good, like it gives me chills everytime. and like.... u already see the hint of allie thinking of the town first which is rly interesting 

harry: ‘will you just fucking listen to me for one second? stop dismissing me like i'm nothing. that's exactly what I'm talking about. there are five people in my little sister's room. five in my mom's. they take whatever they want as if it's theirs, like nothing of mine means anything. so yeah, i'm angry. (...) yeah, maybe i said that i wish (cassandra would) disappear. but i didn't mean it. it was just an ugly thought.’

helena: ‘praying helps with some things. other things you have to take into your own hands.’ helena is a bad ass and we STAN

luke: ‘okay, so what happens when the next guy comes up and he says, "fuck you, I want what you have"? what are you gonna do? what argument are you gonna make? what rules of acceptable fucking behavior, jason? you've made them all meaningless. okay, so yeah, i'm willing to lose out every once in awhile, okay? it's better than chaos.’ god i have so many more for him i could go on forever and ever

gwen: ‘we can’t kill them all. we might have to marry them one of these days. i mean... who else is there?’ SHE’S JUST SO SAD AND RESIGNED AND LIKE HONESTLY :( MY BABEY

send me a character and i’ll tell you my favourite line of their’s

[futurepop]

@landsfew liked for a starter.

     “Hey there.” Eve winks at the other woman with a charming smile. Since the starlet has a strong YouTube and social media following, she often gets invited to influencer events. It is at one of these events that she ran into Bobbie Sullivan. “You’re a YouTuber, right? I think I remember seeing you on the trending page!”

[traumeriin]

@landsfew liked for a starter.

      “I need something that’ll get me drunk quickly. Can you make me that please?” It’s been a rough week, and she desperately wants to forget her sorrows for a little while.

[jessbradford]

@landsfew / "thank god i’ve got you." (from rat boy 2 dottir)

when eve remembers the past, it’s hazy.  she isn’t sure about most of it.  all she knows is growing up with a father who was always busy and a mother who carried a sadness, then---stability.  jordan and tom were fine parental figures (not real parents, though they tried their best) but if eve closed her eyes, if eve pretended, then she could feel better about it.

when eve remembers the past, she remembers her father most of all.  he tried his best, but she never noticed the underlying rage that bubbled underneath his skin (not until she grew up enough to recognize that...it wasn’t healthy).  there was once, years ago, when she was a little girl, that her father talked to her.  it wasn’t the first time (though she though there’d be many more), but it sticks out in her mind like a sore thumb.

he smiled, something real and brilliant, not one faked for the followers.  “thank god i’ve got you.”  it was a soft thing, something that made her heart warm.  in retrospect, eve isn’t sure if it was genuine or if was something else.  she’d much rather believe it was him being an actual father.  surprisingly, she doesn’t harbor any resentment toward him.  that’s what she got from her mother---an understanding, a warmth, no reason to still have a grudge for years and years after.  after all, he tried his best.  that’s all she could have asked for (a selfish part of her wants more, wants a stable father and mother, a family that was really hers and not shared between other people.  at the end of the day, all she got was shells).

when eve remembers the past, she remembers seeing the flies swarm her father’s shoulders.

[rotstain]

@landsfew  ❤  +  for  bobbie  !

        ❛  so  how’s  the  whole  youtuber  thing  going?  ❜  genuine  curiosity!  he’s always  been  into  youtubers  and  how  that  whole  thing  works.  it  seems  like  a  lot  of  work,  something  he’s  sure  he’d  get  tired  of  doing  after  about  the  third  video.  so  he  has  a  lot  of  respect  for  people  who  have  the  energy  and  attention  span  to  keep  it  going.  ❛  and  do  ya  actually  like  ---  edit  your  own  videos  or  get  someone  else  to  do  it?  ❜

[cruelonlytobekindarchived]

@landsfew

“--finals.”

like, one word. you use one word. just that one. finals. yep, you’re done. finals. but you’re blinking at her, standing there in (kids) pajamas that are basically wrinkled, folded over, and baggy down to the floor. barefoot, messy, ruffling through dark hair, you probably shouldn’t have answered the door. the little kid thing, even, scratching your ankle with your other foot, standing there like a lazy flamingo. you’re more intense than people think you would be-- you probably got that from dad. mom isn’t like that.

“oh. uh. hi aunt peg.”

don’t be rude, alana marie.