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[thclcstgirl]

wcndcrs

  LOR UP IN HERE JUST SENDING “ALL” FOR THE CIRCE...

LISTEN IM HERE FOR THE FACTS AND THE TEA ON CIRCE OK

I’d say she’s not that interesting but that would be a lie because SHE IS 

[weofthe100a]

- Do you like music? What is your favorite style of music?

Interview the Muse || accepting but only for Circe 

Circe is That Girl who not only likes classical music, but actively listens to classical music in her free time. Her favorite songs ( courtesy of her spotify playlist ) are: 

1. Sonata No. 14 “Moonlight” in C-Sharp minor Op. 27 #2: I. adagio sostenuto -Beethoven 2. Für Elise -Beethoven3. The Four Seasons, Violin Concerto in E-Major Op. 8 No. 1 RV 269 “Spring”: I. Allegro -Vivaldi 4. and her guilty pleasure The Piano Duet -The Corpse Bride 

Circe is the kind of girl that you’d find lying on her bed, reading a book and listening to classical music in her private hours. That’s just how unintentionally extra she is hahaha

[thclcstgirl]

@agentseger @wcndcrs @azhefa I don’t want to clog the dash with those lovely ‘amazing person awards’ (and lbr tonight proved I’m just a fighty akita dog so “amazing” is relative lol) but know I love all of you SO MUCH and you’re all obviously the amazing ones in this friendship so BOOM BABY 

[thclcstgirl]

[ TEXT - babe ]: that’s what got you into this trouble

[ TEXT - babe ]: are you drunk?

[ TEXT - babe. Unsent ]: do you need a ride?

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[ text - DO NOT CALL ]: fuckk you.

[ text - DO NOT CALL ]: What does it matter to you??.

[weofthe100a]

[ TEXT - CIRCE ]: girl…. are you… high?

[ TEXT - CIRCE ]: has Sebastian made you smoke something

[ TEXT - CIRCE ]: I swear to god !!!!

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[ text - Verity Williams ]: I'm not high.

[ text - Verity Williams ]: Simply contemplative. You're real. The rest of the world seems unreal. But Sebastian... sometimes he feels too real.

[ text - Verity Williams ]: I'm not sure how I feel about this, Verity.

[weofthe100a]

                                                       “end is near, got no fear”

oc’s created & written by lor & britt

[thclcstgirl]

wcndcrs

  Funny fact I just thought about while talking to...

i am crying that i inspired it but also love that i inspired this. i love hearing abt your daughter

It’s so funny literally all you said was ‘i get smad about it’ and I was like ‘me abt fox’ and remembered I was thinking about this since realizing my girl doesn’t go into the pod things at the end of the season. 

Like she just wants to be done man. I feel so sad for her. She lost the last bit of hope she was clinging to and she just gave up 😭😭😭

[weofthe100a]

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.” — ver @ circe

Memes || Accepting on Circe 

She’d been hurt before. Oftentimes before, actually. She’d had bruises and bumps and cuts to last a lifetime... maybe a few lifetimes. She usually had her mask up in minutes, maybe an hour or two, had the marks patched up and covered and pushed the pain to the back of her mind. Out of sight, out of mind, and she continued on with life vowing to be better next time. 

He hadn’t stopped this time. Normally he stopped after a few strikes, but today they just kept falling, and falling, and she could feel the criss-cross lacerations that the belt left across her back, bloody little lines that glued her shirt to her skin. He had left after throwing the belt down at her where she was curled on the floor, stalked out of the room and out of the house with a slam of the door, presumably to go somewhere to finish the drinking he’d started upon arriving home. Her mother was gone, hiding somewhere in the house where she would be trying not to listen to the slap of leather against skin and her daughter’s bitten back cries ( she tried so hard not to cry out, it only seemed to rile him up further, but there was only so much she could take ), where she could pretend this wasn’t happening and her household wasn’t a delicate balance of wary peace and outright hell. 

Circe herself had forced herself to her feet, forced herself from the study- it was his comfortable place, the place he usually dragged her when it was more than a passing annoyance, a brief blow- and into the foyer where there was tile instead of carpet ( he hated when she bled on the carpet ). She had fallen to her knees in the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb until she could once more force herself to her feet and out the front door. She had no car, no money- her funds were provided on a case by case basis by her father- but she had vulnerability and a sweet smile still in her arsenal, and with a lie about forgetting her buss pass, she was given some change by the woman in front of her and let onto the bus that would drop her near Verity’s house. She tried not to surprise Verity at home often, if ever, and when the door opened to reveal her best friend, as beautiful and coiffed as ever, even at home, she began with an apology, tears already welling in her eyes from the brief walk to from the bus stop to the front door. 

“I’m sorry, I should have called... I didn’t know where else to go.” She managed in a somewhat even tone that did nothing to fool the brunette. Verity opened the door and her arm to Circe, letting her in and leading her to her room without touching her. But once they were in the room, Circe shed the dark jacket she’d grabbed on the way out to hide the bloodstains, and by the time Verity turned back to her, the lines of wetness were all too evident and tears were falling more freely down Circe’s cheeks. 

What the hell? 

“I don’t know what happened.” She swallowed a sob. “He just kept going...” 

Verity crossed the space to her, fingers hovering just over the wet fabric, eyes taking in every obvious stroke across her back before she went around to Circe’s frontside and hugged her delicately, one arm loose around the tips of Circe’s shoulder, and one stroking her hair as Circe let herself break for the first time in years against Verity’s chest, trying to let her best friend’s smooth, furious voice soothe her. 

I got you. It’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.