i might have disappeared but this time i disappeared to work on a writing project :)

have any of y’all read this is how you lose the time war because,,,

maybe i should try a multi for the 19873493875th time

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you ever get so frustrated with how dead rpc is you start painting your worldbuilding instead

dash so dead i might write a book instead

about to humbly slide into my tattoo artists studio tomorrow for a spontaneous piece pretending like we don't have a whole ass sleeve we're supposed to be working on

i want u (a threat)

never disappearing again for the simple fact it's so hard to find where half my mutuals went

SOAR HIGH / FALL HARD

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Ana de Armas via Instagram Stories

i really do plan on writing again soon, however i'm at that point right now where as much as i love mags i feel like if i'm gonna continue writing here i need to think of something fresh and new to explore with her

WHAT YOUR KIND WOULD CALL A GHOST STORY. / independent & selective bobbi morse, aka mockingbird. by tia.

seesgood​: caroline forbes

           ❝ he won’t. ❞  the words catch and clog and even as she says them, she knows they’re not true. she knows she can’t promise it. and even if she could, who is she to behold damon to his redemption? but he can’t die because of her. and she can’t be the kind of person who loses herself to the more carnal of her thoughts when it comes to revenge. caroline casts a sideways glance towards edric, but the plea is fruitless. mags could decide to burn the world down in retribution and he would be there with a match and an extinguisher just to make sure she didn’t burn herself in the process. mags’ mate just shrugs in response to her look, tilts his head in that way that seems both disappointing and also gentle before his gruff voice adds — “she’s got a point.” a huffy sigh leaves her, fingers pushing through her scalp again as blue eyes return to mags. maybe she needs a different tactic. maybe she just needs emil. although even then, she’s not sure he would choose her side on this — no one ever does.  ❝ why should you get to be the one to kill him? and why do you get to decide that? why do you get to decide that for me? i’ve killed people, i’ve used them, so have you, so has edric, so has emil — ❞  there’s a subtle rumble behind her, a sound mixed with a grunt and an exhale that tells her she’s toeing towards a line she shouldn’t cross, but it’s probably more about questioning mags’ honor than edric’s.  ❝ the only one who should get to decide what happens to him is me. i’m the one he hurt. i’m the one he owes. ❞

              the desperation in her eyes is clear with every word the woman speaks.  magnolia feels no guilt for the things she has done.  she was driven to them.  she never took blood that did not deserve it in some way or another.  and whatever caroline has done,  well,  in her opinion that lays at the feet of those who turned her into what she is.  and damon had a hand in that,  did he not?  he is the one who dragged her into this world of blood and madness.  maybe his hands did not siphon life from her veins,  but he preyed upon her before that ever happened.   ❛  the difference is he enjoys ruining innocence and destroying beauty,  ❜  magnolia points out  ❛  the difference is you actually care.  he just cares which way the wind blows.  ❜  her head shakes and she draws in a long breath before huffing it out.  maybe,  on some level,  caroline is right.  she is the one who was hurt,  she should decide what punishments to dole out and when.  ❛  he owes it to you to die like the mosquito he is.  ❜  if it had been spoken,  it would have been mumbled,  muttered under her breath like an insolent child.  ❛  how many times has he hurt other people since he hurt you and you let everyone forgive him for the sake of your friend?  ❜  she inquires,  unwavering.  ❛  it’s not a rhetorical question.  how many other girls are you willing to be sacrificed just because he’s elena’s pet?  ❜

Ana de Armas in Deep Water (2022)

a better part of her life has been spent in silent attentiveness. she houses many a secret in her damaged skull because of it. but, in this instance, she doesn't entirely mind. for one, despite the drunken state of her new acquaintance, she can sense the intelligence firing within those clouded neurons ( smart brains are so much more interesting to read than that of dullards ). magnolia's features brighten slightly with an encouraging smile, shaking her head.

gaze briefly turns from the other woman to glance down at her phone, typing a message into her text-to-speech application: i'm not easily bothered. sage hues lift back up and she gestures for her to continue.

@desafia liked for some scully wallow time !

"You know, I'm not really someone who just talks to people in bars," it was the truth, she had never been one for strangers. A whiskey neat sat in front of her, the third of the night as her gaze turned. "I guess it could just be the weather? Or maybe I'm suddenly feeling sentimental, but-" Scully hummed, her shoulders shrugged.

"Sorry, am I bothering you?"