#yellowjacket7

[josettesaltzman]

@yellowjacket7​ asked: “should I be concerned?”

josie     could     barely     hear     her     voice     over     the     sound     of     her     own     thoughts.     something     was     wrong.     something     had     happened     to     lizzie     she     could     feel     it,     feel     the     pain     through     their     bond     as     strongly     as     it     was     her     own.     finally     the     words     process     through     her     head     causing     her     to     turn     around.     ‘     no.     i’m     okay.     ’     with     some     firmness     as     she     locked     eyes.     ‘     i     don’t     think     so.     i     think     something     happened     to     lizzie.     ’

[m0nstrousneeds-a]

(  okay,  i  absolutely  adore  everything  about  your  blog.  your  graphics?  they're  top-notch.  helena?  an  icon.  and  don't  even  get  me  started  on  your  writing  style.  it's  GORGEOUS.  you  are  so  talented!! ) ⸻ @yellowjacket7​

                                𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍??

reiwdjk  thank  you  so  much.  i  know  i’ve  been  sitting  on  this  one  for  a  while,  but  it  was  a  huge  pick-me-up  when  i  was  feeling  super  low.  you’re  a  gem  and  an  angel  and  i  adore  you.  thank  you  sm  reojwkdwlmemkwleds.

[sl4shed-archive]

“    i’ll    talk    about    my    problems    when    you    share    your    secrets    .    ”    trauma    response    was    an    interesting    thing    :    being    withdrawn    ,    feeling    confused    ,    being    numb    to    the    situation    ,    becoming    detached    .    (    you    get    nearly    murdered    twice    and    it’s    difficult    not    to    .    )    woodsboro    and    windsor    college    murders    were    part    of    her    life    ,    there    was    no    hiding    those    tragic    events    .    it    didn’t    mean    she    needed    to    share    every    intimate    and    horrifying    detail    known    to    man    .    “    stop    being    nosey    .    ”

@yellowjacket7​    starter call.

[archstcrgirl]

@yellowjacket7​​   said,     ❝   don’t   go.   please.   ❞

         her   phone   has   been   blowing   up   all   night.   getting   texts   and   calls   from   who   knows.   she’s   afraid   to   look   and   see   if   the   world   is   crashing   or   if   mike   just   left   another   microwave   burning.   she’s   tired   of   having   to   bail   on   someone   every   time   that   ringtone   plays.   most   days   she   loves   being   a   superhero.   she   will   always   find   fulfillment   in   being   stargirl.   but   there   are   days   where   she   misses   the   feeling   of   normalcy   and   today   was   one   of   them.   she’s   in   the   midst   of   declining   another   call   from   pat   when   the   other   girl   beside   her   speaks.   ❝   don’t   worry,   i’m   staying!   i   want   to   spend   more   time   with   you.   ❞   courtney   says   honestly,   a   soft   smile   spreading   across   her   face.   ❝   i’m   sure   it’s   nothing.   i   was   suppose   to   be   home   twenty   minutes   ago,   my   mom’s   probably   upset   i   missed   curfew   again.   ❞

✉   prompt   ...   still   accepting.

[clov2r]

*     calling     ...     natalie,     @yellowjacket7​.

             ❝     all     alex     cares     about     is     soccer.     i’m     beginning     to     feel     like     i     have     to     be     inflated     and     round,     with     black     spots     on     me     in     order     to     get     her     attention.     ❞

[dangermoved]

@yellowjacket7​ said : ❛❛ you must be exhausted. ❜❜ 

        ❛❛ jeepers, you have no idea, nat. ❜❜ daphne rubs at the soreness behind her eyes –– it’s like an itch, a sensation of sickness numbing everything the socket touches. she dreads to think what she even looks like right now, her hair a mess and her skin dry and flaking. at night, she still sleeps with her make-up bag next to her, like it’s the answer to her problems. ❛❛ well, I guess you probably do, ❜❜ she amends, offering her a small, weary smile. 

❛❛ I feel bad about this morning... I didn’t mean to scream so loud. ❜❜ a cute little fun fact she’d never hoped to explain about herself was the paralysis that came in the morning, with dawn, or in the night, as the pitch-black descended and her eyes fluttered open to find a horned man at the foot of her bed, long sickly-fingers reaching for her. daphne had woken up everyone and their mother with her frenetic cries for help. could still feel everyone eyeing her like any moment now, she’d start screaming again. ❛❛ there’s only so much misty’s herbal tea can do, you know? ugh, I miss you, modern medicine. ❜❜ 

[nobodycorners]

╰   *      @yellowjacket7 ,      “ dancing   in   the   dark ”         ›         ✿.

                  ❛    you   can’t   start   a   fire   without   a      spark.    ❜

[guilehero]

         maybe   it's   from   all   the   shit   he's   seen   over   the   past   few   years   alone,      but   his   boyhood   curiosity   has   evolved   into   something   much   closer   to   questioning   everything   he's   ever   known   in   his   life.      one   might   say   that   the   ripe   age   of   just   entering   highschool   might   be   one   of   the   worst   times   to   have   an   existential,      lovecraftian   crisis      —      mike   wheeler   would   definitely   agree.         turning   from   @yellowjacket7​   to   back   at   the   forest   they   just   narrowly   escaped   from,      he   manages   to   take   in   a   breath   before   hurriedly   worrying,      "         i      swear      !!      it      was      ...      an      alien.      it      must      be.      normal      dogs      don't      look      like      that,         "         nor   do   demodogs   but   he's   trying   not   to   think   about   that.      the      gate      is      closed      now.      it   must   be.         "         whatever      that      was      ...      it's      not      from      this      world,         "