#mssameriica

[seasreign]

                    &   * º.゜   there’s  a  plot  in  my  eye   :   @mssameriica​  .

 he’s  lying  on  the  grass  on  his  back      ,      head  pillowed  on  his  arm      ,      his  eyes  wandering  the  few  stars  scattered  across  the  late-dusk  sky      .      eventually      ,      he  turns  his  head  to  look  at  lizzie      .      it’s  a  shame  he  has  to  look  away  from  the  stars      ,      but  he  finds  her  much  more  soothing  to  look  at      .      she’s  even  enough  to  bring  a  little  smile  to  his  eyes      ,      a  little  crease  at  the  edges      .                                    ❝          you  know      ,      now  that  you’ve  graduated  college                     i  know  you’re  probably  looking  for  a  job  or  something      ,      but      …      have  you  ever  thought  about  travelling      ?          ❞                                it’s  all  he’s  been  doing  since  high  school      (      not  to  mention  the  odd  jobs      )      ,      and  that  was  years  ago      .

 he  rolls  into  his  side  to  face  her      .                              ❝          i  was  thinking  maybe  you  and  me  could  go  and      …      see  the  sights      .      just  for  a  little  while      .          ❞

[teendracula2]

                       @mssameriica​ / sc / my strange addiction - billie eilish

"Bad news, one of us is gonna lose.”  

[naturesloopholedaaa]

She’s ALWAYS been a heartbreaker.  The auburn haired beauty could stare at the blonde angel forever if it wasn’t for her parents having a painfully good eye for noticing when her attention drifts from being polite and nice to every guest or if she lingers in one place.  A dinner party,  a monthly affair where Hayley shows off the newest gift from Klaus as an I’m sorry for whatever he did wrong this time.  Her parents have been hanging on by a thread for years and if it wasn’t for their only child,  the relationship would have been dead long ago.  Hope dances to the beat of her own drum,  arriving late to the party only to grab a bottle of expensive scotch when her parents aren’t looking and dashing up the steps,  her long skirt dragging across freshly swept floors.  Her art studio is the new hangout for the girls during these events,  it used to be a playroom when Hope was younger but now it has morphed into her own private area. 

Walking in and shutting the door behind her,  heels getting kicked off and hitting the wall with a thump.      ❝ They have lost it down there.  Think my mama is gonna be hugging the thrown tomorrow morning. ❞   Must be a bad night.  Hope has watched the one strong female that said exactly what she wanted become a shell of the girl she once was.   ❝ You want a drink? ❞    Is that even a question? This life sucks and if it wasn’t for the fact that she book herself full of events and activities to NOT be home to watch the train wreck happen.  The only person that Hope has grown to trust is right here,  in the art room staring at the latest painting.  It’s darker than normal from the colors used to the subject matter.  A ballet slipper and a leg with overgrown vines coming up and wrapping around the leg to hold it into place.     @mssameriica​

[makochosen]

@mssameriica​  ♡’d !

IT WAS TRUE  that  something  happened to rikki chadwick and lizzie and josie saltzman.  it was a  life-changing experience  indeed, forcing rikki and lizzie to set aside  their differences  for the time being.  however,  that  was over the weekend.  and this was now.  now, they were back at school where they had reputations they were expected to uphold.  just because they’re now mermaids  doesn’t make  rikki and lizzie friends. 

so when rikki saw lizzie  approach her  on the lawn at lunch, rikki frowned mid-chew of her ham sandwich.  she made a show of looking behind her, as if to see if lizzie was actually going after someone else.  she wasn’t,  and rikki knew this.  so after swallowing, rikki greeted lizzie with,     “ what do you want ? ”

[seesgood]

❝ you’re still gonna have to do school work, you know. ❞  she has to say it, even if a large part of her is elated at the prospect of getting to spend actual time with one of her daughters. it’s beyond better than sporadic skype sessions and hasty visits between flights and leads. it takes her ages to convince alaric that it’ll be fine. she won’t pursue any leads that are too dangerous, not when lizzie’s near. she won’t put their daughter at risk. she’ll...monitor mental health struggles and learning and homework and everything else. she’ll be able to, for the first time in what feels like ages.  ❝ i mean it. i’m gonna quiz you on the history of every new city we go to. ❞  caroline grins, sliding the last suitcase in the trunk of the car before she moves around to the drivers side, opening the door and slipping in.  ❝ not to mention, you know, math and all the other boring stuff. ❞          /          @mssameriica​   +   plotted things ! 

[hellblcze]

mssameriica   ; ʟɪᴢᴢɪᴇ ꜱᴀʟᴛᴢᴍᴀɴ & ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛɪɴᴇ.

"𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅." and yet here he is, allowing her to tag along in one of his adventures. who is he to say no when someone wants to learn more magic? someone who wants to learn to control their inner demons and dark magic. and if john knows about something, it’s about those two things. it was better she learned with him, than with any of the other lot who were far more dangerous. “first rule, luv, you watch and you observe. no interfering unless I tell you to. this is dark, high magic. a bloody nightmare that is, demons and ghouls.” and he picks up the gear he had brought up with him, ready to pull his trench coat off, knowing he would need to perform magic that required his tattoos. “but if you want to help, I need you to create a barrier spell around us. in case things go south.”

[slaegirl]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒, 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍. it’s only natural that buffy takes a liking to the young woman before her. she too can understand the deep gut-wrenching reality that a curse or a prophecy dictates your life. but hopefully, like buffy before her, lizzie saltzman can prevail. punching gloves are fix to her hands, as she prepares to take on the mentor role she knows might fail but she has to try. “alright so, giles is looking through his watches files for a way out of the spell, or, a loophole. a way around it, those always come in handy.” she would know. 

her words try to light up the mood and ease the other around, passing her some boxing gloves. “in the meantime, we train. body first, then mind. I hope you like yoga because we are going to do that a lot.” and buffy offers a small if not, understanding smile. a tie around her hair into a ponytail as long hair is pushed away from her face. “let’s see how you throw a punch first. and let’s make it steamier, you hit properly, I answer a question, any question you want, alright? raise your elbow a little bit higher and remember, thumbs never inside the fist.” and that was a life saver tip for anyone really. 

@mssameriica​ ; ʟɪᴢᴢɪᴇ ꜱᴀʟᴛᴢᴍᴀɴ & ʙᴜꜰꜰʏ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀꜱ.

[hellblcze-archive]

@mssameriica​ ; 𝙻𝙸𝚉𝚉𝙸𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝙻𝚃𝚉𝙼𝙰𝙽 & 𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴.       plotted starter.

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋. he would laugh because if Alaric Saltzman was phoning him after years of radio silence and only casual talks, it must be something really dangerous to the point he has to call him. Because that is what people do anyway; when it gets too hard for them to handle, they call the trenchcoat-wearing brit. So he takes a plane for the land of opportunities and that little supernatural beacon that seems to be Mystic Falls. He is out of place, bags under his eyes, the usual cocky smile and a cigarette on his mouth as he stays out of the school, watching and observing the place. 

Magical alright, repressed too. Defensive magic is all he sees and John is against only just that. Just as he is against repressing the dark magic, as he uses it all day. Sleeves up, revealing magical runes and tattoos over his body, he stays by the front door finishing his smoke. Alaric did say to stay out of way until he was properly called. But John stands out, and they notice. He sees the curious eyes, the gentle whispers. 

Smoke falls from his mouth and he puts the fire from the cigarette with the heel of his boot. Like the chain smoker he is, John is already picking another one by his pocket as eyes open, hazel blues looking over, a smirk growing on his lips. “You’re not as stealth as you think you are, luv.” He catches a glimpse of blonde hair. From the look of it, and from what little he had seen, one of Alaric’s daughters. Which one, he wouldn’t know, the former teacher never bothered to let him know too much. “If what you want is smoke, I’m afraid I can’t do that. I’m a bastard but just not that type.” Liverpool accent slips through between tight lips, but there is an open invitation to approach him.

After all, he isn’t at fault here if they approached him first.