( peyton's version )

she wears strength & darkness equally well. the girl has always been half goddess,  half hell.

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               she’s a mess of  𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒,  you can see it in her eyes.

                                                (   peyton’s version  )

𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡,   my name is jj and this is independent  fandomless original character,     peyton reynolds.  this blog is   mutually exclusive, highly selective, and slow reply. please be sure to read my   rules and all character info   before following or interacting. this is round 200 of this blog,  remade in 2021 and  revamped november 2021.

links to help you out :   carrd.   placeholder stats.  playlist. want to interact? :    send memes.  message to plot.  —  mutuals only ! mun info :    jj.   28.   she/her.  bi.   cst. other blogs :    @dannyreese​ ,   @curseyou​ ,  &  @knowthings​.

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“Oh shit. She looks terrible.”

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do i make a glee blog do i make a group rp do i delete all my blogs and perish

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brianne howey as georgia miller

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i’m planning on watching stranger things tonight so i’ll be lurking but   LIKE FOR A STARTER  tomorrow.  if she’s extra mean to your muse i’m sorry, she’s been resting.

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                                       she’s a mess of  𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒,                                        you can see it in her  eyes.         promo credit.

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one time when i was a little drunk and laying in bed with a guy, i kissed his neck and mumbled “i could beat the shit out of you” in his ear.

he said “i know”

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elvis // annie eve

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“I will beat the devil in an appropriate place and not ruin my floors.”

“I got drunk and now I’m sitting on the ground.”

“Get an ouija board or something and bring me back!”

“Hi, welcome to me time.”

“Do you have anymore almond milk?”

“Just do it!”

“Hell yeah!”

“[Name], stop!”

“Cover it in mustard, and call it a day.”

“The power of Christ compels you.”

“What?”

“[Name], no one is judging you.”

“We know you have a soap fetish, it’s okay, just let it out.”

“Who said you could come in?”

“What’s wrong with eating paint?”

“I will lock myself in the bathroom and fucking cry.”

“I don’t know what the fuck is happening.”

“I painted my face green, I’m ready to party.”

“Cannolis, bitch!”

“I look like a half eaten apple on a road trip.”

“Look how much your mom loves you!”

“Can’t you see what the fuck I’m wearing, bitch?”

“I’m having me time, get out.”

“The devil is everywhere.”

“I think what I’m trying to say is that I just wanna fucking disappear.”

“Some people think that I’m crazy, I’m just out here trying to have a good time, what’s your problem?”

“Don’t do drugs, not even once.”

“I have a basketball game tomorrow.”

“We’re good? Tight.”

“Don’t ever talk to me or my son ever again.”

“The darkness will swallow you whole.”

“This is a safe place.”

“I love you so much, but you test me every day.”

“You’re a nasty bitch!”

“I didn’t come here to fuck around.”

“I want to be seen from the heavens!”

“I love fucking myself up.”

“Don’t expose me like this.”

“Who you fightin’?”

“Please come back, please come back, please come back.”

“My face is burned.”

“Hi, welcome to I feel guilty.”

“I am on a never ending quest to be the most beautiful person in the world.”

“Look at me! And my exquisite face!”

“You have to go to your baseball game right now, son!”

“I think it looks natural.”

“Go away.”

“I’ll never let go.”

“Do I look like someone who wants to hurt your feelings?”

“What are your standards?”

“Can’t you see that I’m fucking leisuring?”  

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𝐈𝐒𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄.       /         BARRY ALLEN.

he was used to her anger, and barry only sighs in exasperation   —   that was on him, again, which was starting to become a recurring theme between them. it’s all part of being a superhero; the secrets, the lying, the half hearted excuses.   just tell her.   the voice in his head is quiet, lingering in the back of his thoughts, but the more he ignores it, the louder it grows.   she deserves to know the truth.   but he couldn’t tell her. the life he leads was dangerous, and to put her in the firing line by exposing it to her, the thought of losing her   —   it was never in the cards. but if he didn’t tell her, if all he offered her were lies, she would walk away. maybe that would be best for them, for whatever this was between to end before it truly got the chance to bloom into something bigger. something permanent.

❝   i’m sorry i left.   ❞       the apology falls flat, and he wishes he could take the words back. he wishes that he hadn’t said anything at all, that he hadn’t come here. if he had stayed back in central city, she might’ve found someone new. someone better, because that’s what she deserved. she deserved better, someone who was reliable, someone to be there for her, someone who didn’t run. someone that didn’t hide a whole other part of his life from her.

he has to tell her. despite what happens between them, she deserves the truth, not some kind of bullshit excuse. his mind is racing as he follows her through the apartment, and there is a part of him that gets hit with a pang of sadness at the realisation that this place feels almost like a home. a home that he wasn’t welcomed in. he watches her pour the wine with little interest, and hands find themselves resting on the counter behind him as he leans back: the picture of casualness despite how frantic his mind is. he has to tell her. it’s as simple as ripping the bandaid right off, and lips part, but all that comes out is a small breath.       ❝   can i at least explain?   ❞     —  he at least deserved that much, didn’t he?

at the second apology she merely   r o l l s   her eyes,  disinterested in anything he could say right now.  bringing the glass to her lips she takes a long drink,  nearly   draining   the glass by the time he asks for the opportunity to explain.  with a scoff she steps away from the cart,  picking up the bottle from behind her.  holding up both her nearly empty glass and the bottle as she replies,          ❝       oh this has   got   to be good,  let me   sit down   for this,         ❞          peyton declares,  her tone   mocking   before she takes the few steps to the couch. she holds up a finger for him to wait as she refills her glass before before settling onto the couch.  taking her time, she makes herself   c o m f o r t a b l e ,   crossing one leg over the other before bringing the glass to rest lightly against her lower lip and looks back to him.         ❝       okay,  i’m ready for what i’m sure is an   a m a z i n g   explanation,         ❞          she says,  brows raised as she takes another sip of her wine before moving the glass to rest on the arm of the couch that she leans on carelessly.

peyton would be lying if she said she wasn’t at all   curious   about what he could say.  while she may not want to admit it,  he does know her   r e m a r k a b l y   well.  particularly when considering their rather  short  history.  but then again,  a lot happened within that short time.  they’d met under unideal circumstances,  and he’d been one of the few people to see her in a state that was so  raw,  so   vulnerable.  maybe that was partially why the anger in her burned so hot,   knowing that he   k n e w   the wounds that lay deep,  knew how hard going back to new york would be.  that if anything at least if she’d gone back to holding on to nothing from central city,  then at least the only grief holding her back would be that for her   father.   and that was enough to bring her to her knees.  but not only did she have to grieve him,  but the one relationship that had helped kept her  afloat.  the person who had helped her get the closure she’d been so desperate for,  and the person who’d somehow managed to make it feel like time was  slowing.  giving her the allusion of   t i m e .   only to then disappear,  and leave her alone in a way she didn’t even know she could feel.

was there anything he could say that would   e x t i n g u i s h   her rage ?  could he say anything that she could even  sympathize  with?  a quiet voice deep in the back of her mind hoped he could.  wanted him to give her something she’d have no choice but to   forgive.   something that made sense.  above all else,  something she could   understand.  something that could silence the other voice,  the one that had grown louder the second her mother had stopped calling because she decided it wasn’t worth it to  t r y  anymore.  that   peyton   wasn’t worth it.

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when the gc is just Broken

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imagine thinking you’re ✨quirky✨ for not using tiktok

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my next oc will just be a female singer/songwriter because i hate danny but i like writing musicians more than life itself

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me knowing it’s not j*ke at the end of the atw video vs me being wholeheartedly convinced it is 

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                                       she’s a mess of  𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒,                                        you can see it in her  eyes.         promo credit.

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painted   red   lips press together in attempt to prevent the laughter from   b u r s t i n g   from her lips,  holding up her hands in surrender as she takes a few steps out of the backdoor of the bar.  to be   f a i r ,    they’d convinced the staff to let them stay a little  later  past last call.  for   ‘one last dance’  or so they’d claimed.  it had turned into a few more,   and the purchase of a few extra shots for them and the staff before they finally leave with the remaining two bartenders.         ❝        we’ll be back   n e x t   weekend !       ❞        she calls out with a waggle of her fingers before turning  and looking back to alina with wild smile.  without a thought,  she finds herself lacing her fingers with the other as they begin to walk down to the street.  to where,  she wasn’t sure.   

it was nearly  five am,  so a sane person would say this is where you part ways  ...  or went home with the other.   but despite the  eventful  night in the bar,  she wasn’t one hundred percent sure of how likely   t h a t  was going to be to happen.  instead of proposing that option,  she asks,        ❝        how crazy would it be to say we get some   breakfast?        ❞        it was hardly a crazy thing,  particularly for her.  but she wasn’t a doctor,  and didn’t work crazy hours.  for all she knows,  the other is already half conscious and wants nothing more than to   pass out.    she could hardly blame her after the night they’d spent together on the dance floor, with the amount of alcohol they’d both consumed humming in their veins.        ❝        or are you more of the    i like to be home before sunrise    type ?        ❞

                     𝐫𝐞𝐝 (𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧) 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫   for   @enraghe​  (  alina’s version )​

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𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 ( 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

prompts from All Too Well ( 10 minute version ) ( Taylor’s Version ) **some verbs / sentence structure is changed to make it more rp friendly** feel free to adjust whatever you like.

i walked through the door with you.

the air is cold.

something about this feels like home somehow.

i left my scarf at your sister’s house.

you’ve still got it in your drawer?

i can picture it after all these days.

i know it’s long gone.

the magic’s not here no more.

i might be okay, but i’m not fine at all.

here we arе again.

you almost ran the red ‘cause you’re looking over at me.

i was there.

i remember it all too well.

your cheeks are turning red.

you used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-sized bed?

your mother’s telling stories about you on the tee-ball team.

tell me about your past.

you’re tossing me the car keys?

fuck the patriarchy.

we’re always skipping town.

i was thinking on the drive down…

he’s gonna say it’s love.

you never called it what it was.

check the pulse and come back.

you’re swearing it’s the same.

you wondered where it went.

all i felt was shame.

i held your lifeless frame.

i know it’s long gone.

there’s nothing else i can do.

i forgot about you long enough to forget why i needed to.

here we are again in the middle of the night.

we’re dancing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light.

nobody had to know.

you kept me like a secret but i kept you like an oath.

we swore to remember it all too well.

well, maybe we got lost in translation.

maybe i asked for too much.

maybe this thing was a masterpiece ‘til you tore it all up.

running scared?

you called me up again just to break me like a promise?

so casually cruel in the name of being honest.

i’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here.

they say all’s well that ends well….

i’m in a new hell every time you double-cross my mind.

you said if we had been closer in age maybe it would have been fine.

that made me want to die.

the idea you had of me, who was she?

i’m not weeping in a party bathroom.

some actress asked me what happened, you, that’s what happened, you.

you charmed my dad with self-effacing jokes.

you’re sipping coffee like you’re on a late night show.

he watched me watch the front door all night, willing you to come.

it’s supposed to be fun turning twenty-one.

time won’t fly.

it’s like i’m paralyzed by it.

i’d like to be my old self again, but i’m still trying to find it.

plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own…

you mail backed back my things.

i walked home alone.

you kept my old scarf from that very first week?

it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me.

it smells like you.

you can’t get rid of it.

i can’t get rid of it.

i loved you so.

you lost the one real thing you’ve ever known.

it was rare.

i was never good at telling jokes.

i’ll get older, but your lovers stay my age.

you broke my skin and bones.

i’m a soldier who’s returning half her weight.

did the twin flame bruise paint you blue?

just between us, did the love affair maim you too?

this city is barren cold.

i still remember the first fall of snow and how it glistened as it fell.