@olderblake

have you come here to get hurt?

( Hades )

            He looked at her for a moment ( QUESTIONING ) as she drew back a little. Fun… that was the problem wasn’t it. That’s all they did anymore. He missed HER. Just talking. Sitting down and laughing about random SHIT. Getting mad over whatever it was ( too fast ) and he loved it and HATED IT all at the same time. And he knew he wasn’t supposed to and he knew that he should be grateful that ( MOST BOYS ) in his situation would be MAD PAST HELL if he turned her down right now but. “ — lets not. ” HE COULDN’T DO IT.

          Her bottom lip drops from her teeth and a small smile replaces it. He’s too good for me, crosses her mind as she just lets her hands slip down his arms into his hands. “Then d’you just want to talk? I found this old Monet in the archives, it’s beautiful I think Bell might really like this because we really don’t have room on the walls for it.” Her smile widens as she thinks about it. “It’s so beautiful...Murphy? You’d like to see it?”

she who walks the floors of h e l l

“She even got a lavender tattooed on her body, drinks lavender tea and grows a lot of them in her back garden, he wont be able to forget her when he sees and smells lavender” - F.R.S

moodboard: writer  

greek mythology meme: other deities [1/5]

persephone [per-seh-fə-nee] fill their lungs with tar and sage / make the stem cells act their age

Dolce and Gabbana s/s 2015 details

( John “Lacrosse Captain” Murphy )

Scarphamy Stranger Things AU | w/ @olderblake & @scarlettebraya

             He loves him. And he’s not comfortable with that. They’re watching each other from across the table eyes dark, soft, barely illuminated by candle light. They shouldn’t be doing this. It’s Murphy who breaks eye contact first, because maybe he has more reasons to. He’s dating Scarlette — and she’s the bet thing that’s ever happened to him, with the mess of things at home ( if he can even call it that anymore ) she’s the closest thing he has to a home now. He’s part of the team — it’s the NINETEEN EIGHTIES he couldn’t just tell people he was having fairy thoughts towards a ( SENIOR ) he’d get kicked off the team ( or worse ). He’s a Murphy. He’s getting out of this place on a lacrosse scholarship and his father is IMPORTANT in town and he can’t just risk that because of a feeling. And most importantly he’s her best friend. 

He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Scarlette comfortable with anyone other than Emori de Adzone and Bellamy Blake. Emori’s gone missing and so has Bellamy’s little sister. Which is maybe why she started hanging out with the secluded history loving senior in the first place ( Murphy had insisted that he didn’t understand why ). But of course, Scarlette had started to invite him to Murphy’s parties, and before he knew it. The senior had started to seem attractive, and interesting, and Murphy had even bought him a college history text book at one point because Scarlette had wanted to get him one and but being a ( regular middle town America girl ) she couldn’t afford it.

He shouldn’t be looking at him that way. Because Murphy know’s he’s not the only one that’s seeing it. Bellamy’s looking at him the same way that he’s been looking at Scarlette for the past few months. John Murphy wasn’t an IDIOT he knew Bellamy had a thing for his girlfriend and that she occasionally modeled for him ( along side their shared friend Emori ) but — the way he looked at her… Bellamy had started to look at him the same way ( recently of course ) after the textbook gfit. After quite a few things really. He glance back up at the senior, and he got a feeling that it was only THEN that Bellamy had looked away. Because Scar kissed his cheek as she ( FINALLY ) got back from the cafeteria line with her tray of food, and Murphy turned to plant a light kiss on the girl that he knew he loved beyond all doubts. She smiled at him… but her attention quickly turned to Bellamy who lit up when she called his name.

Murphy quickly grabbed Scarlette’s hand, lacing their fingers together, but it felt a little strange with how she was leaning over and the way Bellamy glanced over at their hands and then at him. It felt like he should be holding Bellamy’s hand too. And honestly at THIS POINT Aurora Blake’s MONSTER CONSPIRACY THEORY was making more sense than his emotional state. 

          Scarlette Braya, everyone knew the name before strange things started happening. She was the preachers daughter, a straight A honor student. Destined to leave the hell that was this small town was to so many. Now, she was Scarlette Braya, the girl who’s best friend is missing because of her. The girlfriend to Lacrosse star John Murphy. She didn’t mind, she had support, her boyfriend but also the senior Bellamy Blake. His smile was so...beautiful. His little sister had gone missing, and she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him but the pity lead to something more. A friendship that made the butterflies reserved only for Murphy start fluttering around. Would she tell anyone that the loner of their school was causing her to feel things only Murphy had been able to stir? No. 

          Scar could see the way Bellamy looked at her, she couldn’t help but look at him the same way. The way she looked at Murphy or even Emori on certain occasions. The comfortable muffled clicks of her heels against the tile floor as her school raged around them could’ve over powered her thoughts but they didn’t she had learned long ago to deal with noise. She stopped a table or so away from Murphy. Her eyes darting between the boy she undoubtedly loved and the boy who looked like he had fallen in love with him as well. She decided that she had been awkwardly standing there for too long and more speed walked over to Murphy her lips gracing over his cheek before sitting down.

          The feeling of Murphy’s lip against her’s was so familiar, it felt like home to her. Right after she called out to Bellamy, it felt so weird not having him closer to them. She was picking at the salad in front of her before sliding her hand into Murphy’s. She had heard about crazy lady Aurora Blake she didn’t think Bellamy’s mother was crazy she thought she was a heartbroken mother and needed a way to cope.

She could’ve said nothing but it was just so quiet at their little table that she couldn’t help it. 

“Bellamy, do you like the textbook?” she avoided the obvious ‘Is your mother still trying to talk to lights?”

Emily Browning photographed by Eddie O'Keefe in 2016

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oscar wilde, the picture of dorian gray

do not assume that i am a child because i wear flower wreaths in my hair  in the wintertime, their petals shrivel to reveal the obsidian bones of a crown underneath

PERSEPHONE IS NOT A NYMPH || k.k. (via asteriaria)