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[incarnedinemoved]

SIDE   EFFECTS   OF   BEING   AN    ANGEL.        for   @sacrificeal.

[wharferat-aa]

@sacrificeal​​​​​​​​  liked !

        “   it’s  hard  being  hilarious  when  everyone  ignores  you.   ”

[perfectioness]

@sacrificeal asked : [text] pls help….what dress should i wear?

[  sent ——  hope. ]  they’re both gorgeous, but the red is just a bit more super sexy you wish you were me [  sent ——  hope. ]  plus the shade looks good with your skin tone [  sent ——  hope. ]  do you have shoes picked out? accessories? [  sent ——  hope. ]  who’s doing your hair?

accepting          &.          𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨.

[lingeringscars]

“i guess being lonely fits me”

“i don’t buy that” a moment of sincerity that he quickly brushes aside because he is known for his snark more than anything else. snark and sarcasm that came as a way to survive because growing up when people talked to him at all it was an attack of some sort. eventually everyone stopped looking in his direction, and so he understands hope’s predicament better than most. “lonely doesn’t fit anyone.” he mumbles before rolling his eyes. “did being the most sought after person at the school start to get to you?” 

@sacrificeal​ / *   𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄  𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇  𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 / always accepting !

[outlivespast]

hug + a hug that lasts longer than the rest / Christian & Hope

it hit like a wave -- literally. he could feel the magic wash over him and knew that it was some powerful ass magic. he didn’t have much time to focus on that, though, because of the headache that came after. they don’t tell you that years of repressed memories coming back into your head would hurt so damn much. everything did suddenly make sense at the same time. he didn’t have any misplaced photos but there were moments where he would be doing something and it felt like someone was missing -- moments where something felt off. he always attributed it to his parents, of course, but now he knows that it wasn’t that -- that the uncanny familiarity he felt with her these past few weeks was because she was familiar. she wasn’t just someone he randomly felt connected to-- rather, she was someone he actually felt close to. 

doesn’t stop him from wanting to kick her ass, of course, for keeping it a secret. he does get it. deep down, he understands why she didn’t tell anyone. she was gone for three months and time didn’t stop just because she wasn’t there anymore. people moved on-- they kept moving forward and spent time together and she came back and they were different people. not drastic because it wasn’t like years went by, but three months is a long time. especially in high school. everything moves so quickly. 

the anger dissipates -- barely -- when he sees her though. every feeling came rushing back in one moment, and in a rare show of vulnerability, he’s reaching out to her because that must have been hard-- watching everyone in their new lives. doesn’t stop him from being an asshole, though. “you just had to go and be a martyr.” is she actually a martyr if no one knew about her sacrifice because she was promptly forgotten? semantics. “welcome back?” what do you even say in these circumstances? he thinks welcome back is the best he can do.

@sacrificeal / * hug prompts / always accepting

[traumantic-a]

june  15 dear  diary,

the  afterlife  sucks. 

technically  this  isn’t  the  afterlife,  it’s....  eternal  life,  I  guess,  but  with  less  judeo-christian  connotations.  the  fact  that  vampires  and  werewolves  and  witches  are  real  should  be  a  real  mindfuck  but  instead  it’s  just  stressful  and  annoying.  I  mean,  it’s  not  their  fault,  and  it’s  probably  really  cool  for  them,  but  I’m  brand  new  and  it  sucks.

ha.  get  it?  because  I’m  a—yeah,  you’re  a  book,  it  doesn’t  matter.

I’m  relieved,  I  guess?  because  I  ran  into  some  kids  who  are  more  in  tune  with  this  stuff  than  I  am,  and  they’re  really  helpful.  specifically  hope.  honestly  I’d  be  burned  to  a  crisp  without  her.  I  think  it’s  a  little  bizarre  that  I  have  to  wear  this  ring  all  the  time  that  prevents  me  from  burning  in  sunlight  but  I  think  it’s  even  cooler  that  she  helped  me  out  in  getting  one  at  all.  I  can’t  begin  to  tell  you  how  helpful  she’s  been.  and  she  doesn’t  have  to  be;  I’m  a  21-year-old  college  kid  who  should  have  died  12  times  by  now,  but  I’m  not  because  she  helped  me.  and  she  doesn’t  expect  anything  in  return.  and  I  know  she  means  that  and  is  sincere  about  it.  so  naturally,  I  have  to  do  something  to  show  my  gratitude.

there’s  a  new  exhibit  at  the  museum  of  contemporary  art,  opening  next  week.  I  hope  (ha)  she  can  make  time  to  go;  I  think  it’ll  be  fun.

until  next  time, —   J.

A  DIARY  ENTRY,  FEATURING  HOPE MIKAELSON.     @sacrificeal

[rancidfed]

                  @sacrificeal​  said  :  유

      “   you  mean  you  didn’t  come  all  this  way  to  see  me  ?   ”

sentences.    /    @sacrificeal​