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‎˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎earthspin , by aria.

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‎˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎earthspin , by aria.

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probably going to move blogs tomorrow

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loteria.

dialogue prompts from loteria by cynthia pelayo.

there is never enough money.

i'm getting too old for this.

i told my mom, but she just cried.

there's something in the house with us.

they don't let me sleep. i just want to sleep.

don't ask questions you already know the heavy answers to.

____ said he loved me.

i'm tired of running.

what were you like before _____?

it's always that very same dream.

anonymous in death, as in life.

you make me feel safe and clean and whole.

don't say that name in my house.

names have power.

talk of the devil, and he'll either come or send.

god abandoned this land, and these people, a long time ago.

the mean ones never die, i suppose.

what is there to steal in this town, anyway?

people here like to talk. there isn't much else to do.

niceties are for people who lie to themselves and don't mind being lied to.

don't question me. ever.

if you don't do something, i will.

go ahead. say it.

there's nothing worse than eating with people who think you're a monster.

there's nothing either of us can do now to change my life.

our timing was always off.

be happy. that's all i've ever wanted for you.

have you come to take me away?

don't speak to _____ like that.

did you just read my thoughts?

when the soil drinks so much blood, the spirit of violence remains.

evil didn't return. evil never departed.

fear leaves a distinct stain on your memory.

i only ever drink ____.

is this place haunted?

one day you wake up, and your past is all a memory.

there's always another adventure.

nothing is confirmed, not even this.

if you don't live life now, then you never will.

you do whatever ____ asks of you.

get the hell away from me, before i show you what hell looks like.

i wouldn't believe me, either.

i walk the middle line. i belong to those above, and to those below.

how am i supposed to explain what you've done?

you tell those demons, hon.

i said i wouldn't get into it, and i'm not getting into it.

you're safe. i'm here.

i'm not your doll.

this place is so frickin' weird.

damn you people and your damn coffee.

you put a spell on me.

i can't leave you, not ever. not ever again.

would you like me to tell you everything i see? the good and the bad?

the future is not fixed. there is no destiny.

what occurred before cannot be changed. some doors cannot be reopened.

sometimes there is no relief from tragedy.

if you ever need to call me for anything, you can.

numbers can't hurt you. people hurt you.

i knew something bad would happen. and it did.

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96BUZZ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎AN ODE TO EATERS,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎A YELLOWJACKETS MULTIMUSE BY ARIA.

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96BUZZ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎AN ODE TO EATERS,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎A YELLOWJACKETS MULTIMUSE BY ARIA.

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@eueclid *smooch*

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i have finalized my main y.ellwowjackets theories below the cut for the overarching story, and i hope i'm right cuz tbh i'm not loving where this is going if i'm wrong

1) cult of jackie is real, they all worship her at some point in some way as a sacrifical lamb, as a saint of some sort, it's coming i swear

2) this show is not supernatural, and i think that's why the teen timeline is so stylized cuz they're leaning into that supernatural element, but the teen timeline isn't real. it's not what actually happened, as mari described. what we're seeing is not two timelines concurrently happening but the adult timeline happening, and the teen timeline simply being an amalgamation of their own theories and hallucinations and coping mechanisms. nothing happening in the teen timeline can be trusted or believed as factual, nothing. it's a coping mechanism promoted by the adults and the only factual events in the show is what we see with the adults

3) the hallucinations they are receiving isn't the wilderness or spirits but metals and minerals in their water and dirt. the girl symbol i have tattooed is a marking meant to warn miners about the dangers of the area, about the outcomes of working in such an area cuz of the types of metals and interactions, kinda like alchemy symbols, but like a made up one for the show

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the tilt of her head is so small it would be missed by the human eye‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎––‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there's something so minuscule about the judgment in her eye, it's not cruel nor mean, just simply a sharp red gaze to the monster who speaks aloud, unbothered by their own trail of thoughts that spill like liquid onto the concrete.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎y'never know how long a violent animal story will last.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎and yet she almost cracks a grin, an excitement at having someone who understands that itch right below her skin.

"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a gift?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her eyes trail down to the extended hand of the other.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yes, there it glistens and catches the her eye‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as very few things do‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎),‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎and the faux complaints that slipped from her mouth with an exaggerated emotion seem to slip away.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎well‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's nice.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a few seconds, or more:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's now hard to tell, pass before claudia extends her own hand outward.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎alright then.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"

"would it be tha' bad?" she wonders idly, still sat with the bodies she emptied; a corpse among other corpses. "mmmh, i do love myself some huntin'." she thinks about it too loudly: the way boots would march, boots & fire, the steps she would take so they would follow, the empty forest, the ones she would pick like flowers, the others she would scare to death. fear is for those who have yet to die.

"i know, i know", she immediately replies, jumping to her feet to come near the other girl. "which is why i got ya this", fingers come out of her pocket with a ring on her middle finger, middle finger proudly extended. it's big, too shiny. if you squint real hard, there are teeth indents where ishtar tried to bite into the stone, just to see if it was real (okay, yes, it was, sue her! she wanted to make sure) her hand is offered to claudia, rude gesture & gift all in one.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she stares without blinking, enthralled by the words that spill from their lips:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎before even daring to step outside the tardis door.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's good, for the doctor himself, as he continues to give hints, grin so wide and excitement beaming off his chest.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎they can feel it, the excitement that feels so true and so pointed, the excitement not only for padmé to step outside that door, but the excitement for the trip itself.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎andromeda?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's said with a tilted head, a raised brow, and slowly a grin overtakes their lips as they walk backward toward the door.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎well consider me excited then.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she pauses the moment her body presses gently on the door behind her.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎are you ready?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"

“ Okay, we're here! ” With a flourish indicating that he'd landed the TARDIS, the Doctor runs over to @antlir, eyes bright with excitement. He'd planned this for some time now, and the perfect moment to spring it into action finally came. He takes their hands, giving them a squeeze before walking backwards towards the door. “ Any guesses? None? Okay. ” They say rather quickly before ever letting Padmé answer, grin wide and toothy. “ I'll give you one hint. It's somewhere in the Andromeda galaxy. That's right, your immediate neighbor. ”

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©‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎HE'LL BLAME HIS BITCH MOTHER FOR TAKING AWAY WHAT HIS LOVING FATHER HAS GIVEN HIM:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎SO THANKS FOR THAT.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎BUT YOU KNOW WHAT WALT?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎SOMEONE HAS TO PROTECT THIS FAMILY FROM THE MAN WHO PROTECTS THIS FAMILY.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎SKYLER WHITE, HOLYMATRIA, A ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT BY ARIA.

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Alright I’m alive and off hiatus

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YELLOWJACKETS | Season 3, Episode 2, "Dislocation"

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i am on hiatus this weekend as i have friends from out of state coming to visit me for the first time!

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"i feel crazy in ways i never say." for elisabeth, from alice!

the record prompts,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎accepting.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ft. @poetfilm

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎this world wants them to suffer in silence, women‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎––‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎especially those victimized under shining spotlights that catch each flaw and each streak of a painted lip and cheek.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she learned that lesson a long time ago, in her twenties maybe, but never did she crack that mold.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the silent suffering was the burden that allowed her the glitter and gold.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the moment you speak up, you're shut out.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ be pretty, be poised, be quiet.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it creates such a stir, then, when she hears the same choked out experiences in other women, in girls like alice.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's not her weight to bear, but she feels it anyway, clinging onto what could have been if only she stood up for the anguish that was such beauty, hand-crafted.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎maybe if she had spoken out, maybe if she had talked honestly about the black rot that was seeping inside her‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎maybe.

"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yeah, don't we all.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her voice sounds tired, pessimistic, a break in the painted blue facade that is miss sparkle herself.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎even that quick moment in earnest feels vile within her, like peering eyes will catch her around the corner and shake their finger:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎pretty girls smile elisabeth!‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎sorry, what i mean is‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎––‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎what does she mean?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she shakes her head and pushes her hair behind her ears, once, twice, to try and give herself a moment‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎following a harsh swallow‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎)‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎to speak with a connected emotionality that isn't fake, and yet isn't too vulnerable.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎not a lot of people can make it in this industry, it's not built for the faint of heart.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but don't you write?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎that's gotta‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎help.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎your stumble over your words when you lie.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she raises one brow, a sort of understanding hidden behind her eyes, once blue now almost black.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎used to being watched, but not used to being so unafraid of the eyes that pierce, even from a distance.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's hard to dissect, if she finds him so unthreatening, or if in all these years she's stopped fearing the edge of any knife‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎––‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎real or from the whispered tongue of witches alike.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎why would i need to keep an eye on you?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎now she tilts her chin, pushing him with a stoic look that once would've felt so unnatural to her.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's unblinking, she's unshakeable, just a statuesque mirror of the girl she once was, a mirror, flipped.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎at least try to hide when you're following someone.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎because it seems to me you're trying to make my business, your business.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"

you're keeping an eye on me. - ashlyn to stles

“ Me? No. ” He is — and he's been caught red-handed, but leave it to Stiles to think he can talk himself out of something like this. Stiles crosses his arms and clears his throat, then leans over with his arm out but has to catch himself as what he tried to lean on turned out to be quite light. “ Why would you — no, I'm not keeping an eye on you. That's ridiculous. ” It isn't, and he knows it. “ Are you keeping an eye on me? ”

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PROMPTS FOR THE ONE WHO QUESTIONS EVERYTHING *  assorted dialogue for someone who always asks questions, adjust as necessary

so? what did they say?

are you going to tell me what really happened?

who was that?

where were you?

sorry, i ask a lot of questions.

i ask because i care.

i want to know if you're okay.

when did that start up again?

i thought you weren't seeing them anymore?

care to explain what you're doing here?

answer my question.

you're not telling me the truth.

what's wrong with a few questions?

what is going on over here?

i'm going to get to the bottom of this.

something's not right here.

when did you tell me that?

what on earth is that thing?

listen. did you hear that?

you just expect me to sit here and not ask questions?

i need to know what's going on.

there's something fishy going on around here.

no one will answer any of my questions.

what are you?

where did you come from?

who said you could do that?

when did you get back into town?

who told you that?

you're not telling me the truth.

i don't trust them.

there's more to this story.

i need answers.

that's all you're going to give me?

when were you planning to tell me the truth?

what's up with you?

who hurt you?

who did this to you?

why did we stop talking?

why did you stop answering my calls?

when were you going to tell me about this?

i'll ask the same question again and again if i have to.

you're not leaving here without telling me the truth.

i have to get to the bottom of this.

they're all lying to me.

this isn't right.

this doesn't feel right.

they're hiding something.

you're hiding something.

i ask questions because i'm curious.

i'd like to hear more about your trip.

are these questions bothering you?

i'm just asking. you don't have to answer.

i need to find out what's happening.

i'm not just going to sit here and let bad things happen.

but that's not true, is it?

you're lying to me.

i know the truth.

were you trying to cover your ass with that lie?

i'm always asking questions. it's what i do.

i'm a naturally curious person.

oh, i was just wondering.

does it bother you that i ask so many questions?