Holy smokes (which moot am I ask) (but like with your writing style <3)
WH-. WH- HUH?????????? ME?????????
WUH???????????
;0; 。゚(゚´Д`゚)゚。

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Holy smokes (which moot am I ask) (but like with your writing style <3)
WH-. WH- HUH?????????? ME?????????
WUH???????????
;0; 。゚(゚´Д`゚)゚。
ive never had as much fun in my life as the day i bullied casey mcquiston on twitter for having written larry stylinson fic before, causing her to deal 90% of her one direction tweets
not even knowing for sure she HAD written larry fic, just sensing it from her writing style in her book red white & royal blue
just to later find out (from a technically unverified source) that not only had she actually written larry fic, she also wrote TSN RPF fic about andrew garfield and jesse eisenberg
like what a success story on my end
why is my dad like *makes a mess* *doesnt clean up* *makes a mess* *watches tv at an inconsiderate volume* *leaves for 3 hrs*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH
TARA , @scraem : [ are you in trouble? ]
little allison argent, always the victim. always so weak and frail, unable to take care of herself. badgering thoughts ran rampant causing undue stress. her mind so often attacking her : [ haunting, excruciatingly vile, demonizing. ] useless. there was no room for error; victoria argent had beat into memory since childhood. childhood bliss tainted in misery. how she painted a pretty picture over the darkness to keep the trauma suppressed in an abyss. yet, that very damage prepared the young huntress for times like this : [ war and survival. ]
“ no, not at all. ” phone battery buzzed, text messages flooding in with codes and details of upcoming battles. the time was coming to earn her stripes, there was no running from the inevitable. no more little allison argent, no more being a victim. she had to stand her ground even if it meant shooting arrows into ̶h̶u̶m̶a̶n̶s̶ beasts. “ it’s just family stuff. crazy family vacation and it’s always stressful seeing everyone together. i promise, i’m fine. ”
drunk dialouge meme, accepting. ˎˊ˗
“ you’re so pretty, tara, you’re so brave … i wish i was like you. ”
@scraem, send 🍾 for the first thing my muse would say to yours while drunk.
lyrics starter call 🎵i'm not sorry - royal & the serpent
with her friend released from hospital ( for the second time in as many days ), amber found herself in @scraem's room. it was awkward and there was no getting around that. their friend, or at least someone they'd thought was their friend, had tried to kill them. were they just supposed to ignore that? pretend like things were okay and they could be normal?
fuck that. ❝ i seem alright on the surface, but when you look behind the curtains... ❞ huffing amber collapsed sideways onto tara's bed, eyes focused on the ceiling above her. ❝ don't know if i'll make it 'til tomorrow. ❞ god she was tired.
i walked with you once upon a dream .
@scraem and brina halloween concept , maleficent and aurora.