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// hi! I just wanted to say that I read your post (the rant one about Christy) and I just want to say that I actually really enjoyed your explanation of what she's done and been through. I've been in this fandom for a long time and everyone's so quick to throw her into the "psychotic crazy bitch" spectrum without even understanding just what affects the treatment she was under while she was in the underworld had on her? and it just makes me happy that you took your time out to look through [1/2]

her mental layers and just understand she is the way she is because of how she was raised and this isn’t making any sense but it’s not every day i come across someone who takes the time out to actually understand Christy as a whole character and I’ll leave you with this now. Happy writing <3 [2/2]

ooc; thank you so so much. this post is something that took me a long time to get done but it’s very important to how I take her on. Whilst I haven’t been on her much recently I intend to come back and develop her some more.

It just makes me sad that the psychotic crazy bitch spectrum is used when her history for over half of her life is being abused and manipulated. It might not excuse what she’s done that she thought it was the right thing but it’s important to not forget that. 

I just have a lot of feelings about not just Christy but the fact she was born with equal potential to be good as bad.

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I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to rip at my clothes, bite at my neck, and scratch at my back. I want to feel your frustration in the way you push me, and I want you to be as desperate for this as I am.

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what doesn’t kill you fucks you up mentally and affects your ability to have stable relationships with other human beings

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                                                     the elders owed her a favor. hell, they owed them an assload of favors for the fighting that they went through at the expense of their own lives and going as far and piper losing her husband several times because those damn elders had to have abandonment issues. yeah, she was a little pissed. but as time passed, she started reconnecting with billie again. no, she would never be as close to her as she had been before ( too much history. too much pain and paranoid and anger that still lingered. ) but she could see how lonely she is. she could see how much losing a sister meant for her and she also noticed that bilie had lost her spark. she was empty. a shell. it’s why piper is doing this. asking for this favor. if it meant going through hell to bring her back, it didn’t mean piper wasn’t going to give hell right back and with everything she had.

                                                        it’s why after some constant yelling about wanting a meeting with the counsel. a ton of attitude. some motherly charm and she struck up a truce. she understood that this big fight had been important but not at the expense of billie’s soul. she may not trust the blonde but that didn’t mean she wanted her to lose who she was and to lose her light ( and her light had been strong and such a beautiful thing to see. ) they’re allowing her to change any past and she knows which one. she knows that billie still remembers the cave. its why she chose that memory. they were getting christy back and the angel of whoever can kiss her ass if they think that she’s not going to be saving billie’s sister.                                                        she just didn’t expect them to land her right in the middle of a demon infested cave. a s s h o l e s. she’s quick though and her powers have expanded, making her stronger and being able to protect herself. she had no plans on letting this go, not until she got christy out. at least this time, she won’t complain about piper over feeding her.                                                       piper’s heart breaks at the sight in front of her. at the little girl, clothes tattered and huddled into the corner of the wall. she wants desperately to change this picture and to give her a happy one. one in where she’s smiling and she’s with her family. anything that sounds better than the fearful and tired little girl in front of her. she’s keeping her distance, arms still ready in case demons decided to give her a surprise visit and she’s looking around for any extra protection spells that could be used against her.  stay s t r o n g, halliwell. stay strong for her.

                                                       distance is being kept as she comes c l o s e enough not to cause any unnecessary fear but to also know that she can be trusted. it’s just up to christy to come up with that conclusion. just please don’t like her on fire.

                                    ❝  hi, sweetie. i know this is weird, kiddo. a mother. in some                                         demon infested hell hole. this isn’t my ideal vacation either so                                          i don’t blame you at all but can we take you away from here?                                            you can come home…with me if you’d like or        or we can take                                           you home to mommy and daddy. it all depends on you. we’re not                                           going anywhere until you give me the okay. ❞

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                                                     the soft sob that left her seemed to echo between the damaged walls, hugging trembling legs to her chest and biting her bottom lip to try and muffle the noise. Maybe if she found a way to be quiet the woman would forget she was there, would forget and not see the shaking mess of torn rags as worth her attention.  she was just a little girl. she’d tried to tell the monster men a thousand times and each time they’d replied that she was so much more than she knew yet. so much more than she’d even dreamt of wanting to be.

                                                     and maybe they were right. all Christy dreamt for herself was returning to her bed at home, with her mum and her dad and her scaredy cat little sister. she’d even be willing to never play another trick on her again if she just got to go away. anything. anything but having to stay here where everything is too dark and everything is so frightening. terror not fading as she watched the woman - she looked so kind. but what she’d been able to do to the monsters had it harder to even inch forwards. it could be a trap, perhaps long brown hair and soft skin was just hiding something worse. the mentioning of her parents having her back straightening a bit more without her even noticing. 

                                   ❝ Please. I didn’t mean to be bad. ❞

                                                     maybe that was why she was still here. maybe she wasn’t sorry enough for being bad and it would be until she learnt her lesson. voice small and raw from a lack of use, dirty long hair falling onto her features and the girl gladly using it as a shield to hide behind. a small flame flickering in the corner of the room she was considering darting to like a t r a p p e d  field mouse, getting a startled yelp and sinking back further with all the terror of a girl stuck in a horror movie never intended for young eyes.

                                  ❝ I’ll be good. I won’t play anymore tricks.❞

                                                    she doesn’t even want to play anymore, heavy head bowing forwards. fear far too strong to move her body forwards no matter what she’s telling it to do. a cage in her own head ensuring that when water filled eyes look up, even the darkest shadows can’t hide the little glimmer of hope at the thought that just maybe if she promises the right thing she doesn’t have to stay here forever. it might just kill her if she has to.

↖ is now accepting curious anons.

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              some 「 monsters 」 don’t need to be                           killed, they need only to be forgiven. 

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;; Grey’s Anatomy Starters

❝ Why do you think I want to keep an eye on you? ❞

❝ Can you keep a secret? ❞

❝ Oh, my God. I’m gonna die. ❞

❝ He has no pulse! ❞

❝ What’s the point? What’s the point of anything?

❝ You’re a complete tool sometimes. ❞

❝ I’m not an ugly duckling anymore. I’m a swan. ❞

❝ I’m glad he’s getting laid. I should be getting laid. ❞

❝ Our lives are built on our mistakes as much as our successes. ❞

❝ It seems like you came home because you thought you were in trouble. ❞

❝ I came back, but I’m not home. And I’d really like to be home. ❞

❝ It’s okay. You go. We’ll be fine. ❞

❝ You had sex. How was it? ❞

❝ When did you become such a kiss ass? ❞

❝ I still got it. My superpowers are intact. ❞

❝ We should have never gotten married in the first place. ❞

❝ Don’t be sorry, be better! ❞

❝ I’ll give you ten bucks to stab me in the face right now. ❞

❝ That poor handsome fool. ❞

❝ You will never, ever find another friend as good as me. ❞

❝ The world keeps going without you. ❞

❝ Somethings are simply out of your control. You can’t change them, you can’t bend them to your will. ❞

❝ People change, but they don’t change. ❞

❝ I lost my shoe! ❞

❝ Don’t give me some nonsense about how absence makes the heart grow fonder. ❞

❝ I don’t understand how this keeps happening! ❞

❝ You’re right, I’m fleeing. Like Bambi from a forest fire. ❞

❝ I’m sorry this happened to you and I’m sorry it made you hate me. ❞

❝ Glad you’re back. ❞

❝ Can two people really be meant to be? ❞

❝ I’m not a spoon. I’m a knife and I’m going to stab you in the eyeball. ❞

❝ Sometimes we have to get lost. To find each other. ❞

❝ Why do you keep calling me princess? ❞

❝ I am laughing, just not externally. ❞

❝ Check yourself before you wreck yourself. ❞

❝ I think I’m falling in love with […], and I’m really afraid it’s going to destroy me. ❞

❝ You need to expand your horizons. ❞

❝ When we’re done here, can you braid my hair? ❞

❝ If you ever cheat on me, I will kill you. ❞

❝ You want to be a mess, be a mess. I don’t care. I can take it. ❞

❝ She was perky, and she sounded happy and tall with a lot of great hair. ❞

❝ I just got here, I haven’t had a chance to screw anything up yet. ❞

❝ I’m going to miss you. ❞

❝ It’s the past, and you don’t have to defend it. ❞

❝ I hate both of you right now. ❞

❝ You’re making a mistake–a big one. ❞

❝ I was staring at Simba. ❞

❝ You gave me syphilis! ❞

❝ This is why I keep you around. ❞

❝ So, that’s what rock bottom looks like? ❞

❝ I’m asking for a job, not a date to the prom! ❞

❝ He’s an attractive guy. Good bone structure, hypnotizing eyes. ❞

❝ Carpe Diem. How annoying is carpe diem? ❞

❝ I think I like this rules thing. ❞

❝ You must be the woman whose been screwing my husband. ❞

❝ You’re my person. ❞

❝ I don’t want to never see you again. ❞

❝ I’m short so my punches land low. ❞

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The worst thing is that                                       they aren’t  even nightmares                                                                                           they’re memories.

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Like or reblog this post if you are fine with dark/mature plots that contain explicit stuffs like blood, knives and more! I need to interact with more people who are willing to do those plots!

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        she was never going to get the hang of this. hands fumbling with the food in an attempt to work out exactly how she was meant to eat the thing. demons hadn’t exactly spent time teaching her which fork was for which use.

    it was ridiculous. caring what people thought when simply trying to resist the urge to wolf down the mean as though having no idea when the next one would be. fingers struggling again as she tried to hold the cutlery the right way.

     “why is eating so... fidgety?”

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       “Please. I haven’t hurt anyone.”

  she hated it, hated the utter powerlessness that came with no longer having a cause. the Triad and Dumain were all dead, Christy had stayed with the charmed ones. everything had been lost. trying to figure out how to survive in a world where the things she remembered were long since gone.

 acting grown up would have come a lot easier if it wasn’t for the fact the last time she’d been utterly alone she’d just been a child. now she just felt like a child in an adult’s body.

 ( coming home to her makeshift apartment to find a charmed one though? that really was something straight out one of her nightmares. )

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"Sorry.”

       the words were soft, uttered in a rush. she’d been in the latest area for barely a few days and already instinct alone told her she needed to get away. both sides of the magical world were hunting  her like some badly trained mutt and being caught wasn’t going to go well.

       she had nothing left. no family, no cause. no destiny. for the first time since she’d been taken Christy was nothing but just a name and that terrified her more than she’d ever thought possible. barely even glancing at the woman whose shoulder she’d bumped. eyes trained on the floor was always the best way to not be noticed.

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                everything was too  L O U D. the girl flinching back further into the darkest corner she could find. since she’d woken up, nothing had made sense. they wouldn’t tell her where she was, why she was here, why she couldn’t go. a thousand questions trapped on young lips, too frightened to make herself even move a little. hoping - pleading - that the darkness would swallow herself whole. flinching harder against the wall with each pronounced explosion that came from where the scary men had gone.

                 anything that could hurt MONSTERS had to be just as terrifying as well, surely?

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Modern Myth | Chernobog (1 of 2)

“Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased by tales, so is the other.” - Francis Bacon

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               FEAR clings to the girl’s body like a straightjacket, confining and trapping her in her spot better than any shackles could. only the slightest trembling  making it evident that she is so much as breathing. fight or flight both pointless thoughts when even peering over her knees has her heart patting in her chest like a trapped hummingbird. 

              she wants to go home. she wants to go home more than anything but the looming men who’d been here before had made it clear that this is her home. dank darkness surrounding her to the point of wondering how much more it’d take to start merging with her skin.

              “I want to go home.”

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