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It's my 3 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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YELLOWJACKETS 3.10 Full Circle

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Lottie Matthews is my favorite cryptid

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the first omen (2024)

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Possession (1981) dir. Andrzej Żuławski 

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@6ore [mari]: where do you go when you sneak out?

you don't answer immediately — you never do, not when it matters. your fingers curl against the edge of the cabin's window, pressing into the worn wood in an attempt to ground yourself there. like maybe this moment won't eventually drift away like all the others. yourr eyes are somewhere distant — outside, maybe, but more likely buried in the place you don't talk about with the others. the place you slip into. THEY'RE WATCHING YOU. it's voice again — it doesn't scare you anymore, not like it did months ago. it just is, as present as the wind that moves through the trees, or the hunger that never leaves your stomach. it doesn't shout — it knows. it pulses behind your eyes, rising up your throat. TELL HER. SHE WANTS TO KNOW. THEY ALWAYS WANT TO KNOW, BUT THEY NEVER SEE. “i have a spot.” you finally answer, voice coming out far more softer and steadier than hers.

you breathe in — count to four. you breathe out — count to six. again, again, like a ritual. like protection.

“i... pray, i guess.” if you can even call it that. you turn to face the other, mari's eyes watching you like she's trying to pin you down, and open you up like a book. “it’s not far...” you don’t mean for it to sound like an invitation, but the words still come out: “you can come next time, if you want.”

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Sheryl Lee as Laura Palmer Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (1992) dir. David Lynch

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@scatored : tell me about your bad dreams.

you don't answer at first, dark eyes just looking at the artifical blonde — too long, probably, but natalie's never been afraid of the silence. (has she?) the woods are quieter now than they were when you last slept; it presses against your temples, your throat, even the space behind your eyes where dreams like to crawl in and out. you're not supposed to tell her — you know what happens when you tell her. it gets stronger. it likes when you talk about it — acknowledge its existence. your lashes flicker as you blink once, smiling, almost as if you never heard nat in the first place. “do you remember the one about the stag?” a pause as you finally answer, voice too soft for the weight of what's to come. “where it's alive one second and bleeding out the next? i had that one again. but this time its eyes were —” DOE-EYED AND, I SWEAR, IDENTICAL TO YOURS. (you swear they were natalie's eyes.) you swallow and you still see the image, even as you blink: antlers tangled in roots, blood like wine pooling at your knees, the forest thick with breath that doesn't belong to anything human. YOU BREATHE AND BLINK.

“— different. it was watching me.” you don't look away from the faux blonde, expression remaining unreadable. you're not trying to scare nat — really. you just don't know how else to say it, because the truth is, THE DREAMS AREN'T BAD BECAUSE THEY'RE SCARY. you don't find them scary — you instead welcome them with wide, open arms. they're bad because they know things. they've always known things.

she's not ready for this. you aren't either. you're both hungry for more.

you exhale slowly, fingers twitching at your sides, before catching a whiff of something. LAVENDER? you're not sure — you don't remember ever seeing any lavender nearby. “i don’t know what it wants,” you mumur quietly — loud enough for only natalie to hear. “but it’s waiting.”

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Lottie Matthews Yellowjackets 3.03 "Them's The Brakes"

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hannibal: season 1.

dialogue prompts from season one of nbc's hannibal.

fear is the price of imagination.

my thoughts are often not tasty.

not fond of eye contact, are you?

perception's a tool that's pointed on both ends.

i don't find you that interesting.

you and i are just alike.

how do you see me?

therapy doesn't work on me. i know all the tricks.

therapy is an acquired taste which i have yet to acquire.

i don't think we've ever been alone in a room together.

killing must feel good to god. he does it all the time.

last time i went to a dark place, i brought something back.

dogs keep a promise a person can't.

i remember. i just didn't want to talk about it.

i want the truth. which sometimes requires a little deception.

sounds like something a liar would say.

perception is the most important thing in your life right now.

i don't care what anyone thinks.

i'm gonna be messed up, aren't i?

there's no such thing as 'getting used to' what you experienced.

you do this a lot?

no wonder you have nightmares.

can you catch somebody's crazy?

everybody thinks you did it, you know.

why did you come back here?

i can help you, if you ask me to.

how did you know it was me?

i don't want to go to sleep.

i'll keep your secret.

whose family values?

when misery rains, it pours.

i'm not normal. not anymore.

what was done to you wasn't normal.

support groups are sucking the life out of me.

the family you're born with isn't really family.

tell me about your bad dreams.

i'll just have to get used to lying.

it's important to know when to turn the page.

you want me to do drugs?

more secrets for us.

it's okay. you're home now.

i'm a little taken aback, slash a lot taken aback.

i'm not even sure if i'm awake now.

i've got just the thing to wake you up.

this is not who you are.

who prays over us when we sleep?

do you wait until you think i'm asleep to come to bed?

can we have a conversation, or do you want to pretend everything's alright?

is there anything i can offer you romantically or spiritually or physically to help you out?

you can ask me anything you want.

why don't you come up with your own answers, if you don't like mine?

it's really a very dull story, though, isn't it?

do you want to be alone? don't answer that. just think about your answer.

i don't want you to be alone, not now and not ever.

it's your fight. but i'm in your corner.

i can't give you what you need.

i thought if i kept it to myself, our lives wouldn't change.

i didn't count on changing as much as i did.

i'm gonna sit here until you're ready to talk. you don't have to say a word until you're ready, but i'm not going anywhere until you do.

you looked like you were dreaming.

you're wearing a very well-tailored person suit.

i see enough of you to see the truth of you.

words are living things. they have personality, point of view, agenda.

did you think it was a date?

i googled 'psychopath'. went down the checklist.

i wouldn't be good for you.

it's nice when someone sees us, or has the ability to see us. it requires trust.

i was worried you were dead.

i feel like i've dragged you into my world.

not feeling like yourself is kind of what you do, isn't it?

clearly there's something you don't want to tell me.

i think you need to tell your own story.

no one knows more about ___ than i do.

i won't lie if you don't.

whatever you're feeling now, it won't last.

if you open this door, you won't control what comes through. are you ready for that?

where do you go when you sneak out?

everyone decides their own version of the truth.

i won't tell anything you don't want me to.

i wondered when you would tell me.

you're grieving for the life that was taken from you.

i am officially concerned about you.

i'm not entirely sure what i saw was real.

you're not alone. we are here together.

you made me think i was somebody else.

it's hard to shake off something that's already under your skin.

it's a terrible thing to have your identity taken from you.

it's hard to be with another person when you can't get out of your own head.

we all want things we can't have.

sometimes all we can do is watch.

do i look alive?

i hope you have good insurance.

i know what i did, but i don't remember it.

you made me chicken soup?

this wasn't supposed to be my life.

some places are stained now. some people, too.

i didn't feel safe. so i left.

if i run, they'll catch me, won't they?

you can't protect me anymore.

why did you really call?

i'm sorry i couldn't protect you in this life.

i can't do the silent treatment.

i thought i would get better.

i don't feel like i dodged a bullet.

are you confused about who i am?

i am who i've always been.

the scales have just fallen from my eyes. i can see you now.

you seemed like you needed to talk.

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Polaroids from Christmas Day 2022 <3

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Mark Twain’s Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc

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COURTNEY EATON as LOTTIE MATTHEWS YELLOWJACKETS "Croak"

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extremely sporadic activity + private portrayal of charlotte matthews from showtime's yellowjackets. headcanon based with canon influence. affiliated with @scatored. written by gabi, 23.

RULES BRIEF / activity is classified as sporadic + scarce. interactions require plotting and minimally, a plotted dynamic between our characters. i’ll attempt to tag all triggers but given my small following (and small brain), i may forget. if that happens, just shoot me a text. i’m gabi, 23, snoopy lover, and lover of the hit showtime tv series yellowjackets.

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