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“Bad” victims— @ꜰɪʟʟᴇᴅᴡɪᴛʜᴜʀɪɴᴇ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ // ʀɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ ꜱɪᴋᴇɴ, ꜱɪᴅᴇᴡᴀʟᴋ // ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ (2022) // ᴍᴇʟᴀɴɪᴇ ʟʏɴꜱᴋɪᴇ ᴏɴ ꜱʜᴀᴜɴᴀ ꜱʜɪᴘᴍᴀɴ // @manywinged ᴘᴏꜱᴛ // ʙʀᴇɴɴᴀɴ ʟᴇᴇ ᴍᴜʟʟɪɢᴀɴ // @ʟᴀᴛᴇɴɪɢʜᴛᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ // ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ (2018) // ɢɪʟʟɪᴀɴ ꜰʟʏɴɴ, ɢᴏɴᴇ ɢɪʀʟ // ʟɪᴅɪᴀ ʏᴜᴋɴᴀᴠɪ��ᴄʜ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜʀᴏɴᴏʟᴏɢʏ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ

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“Still playing pitbull for the Queen Cobra? Cute. You’re not loyal, Freyja. You’re just scared of being irrelevant without her.”

She furrows her eyebrows slightly, intrigued by the play before her. This is who people wasted their time thinking about, who they feared. It's interesting to witness her scare tactics. Freyja smiles. She doesn't need to figure out some witty reply. She's been bullied and taunted before. She knows that it's all about how you reacted and dealt with their insults. "Oh, Argent. Cool it on the psychopathic tendencies and make some friends of your own." Maybe it would remove the stick out of her ass.

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YELLOWJACKETS | 1.05

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in my fantasy world where I get to produce a TV show about freyja and her coven it would start with freyja right after he parents died and then cut to freyja dead

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his answer doesn't relieve her like she thought it would. she picks up her own cup and lets the green tea warm her. with the cement flooring and the metal doors it's her only way of feeling close to nature. she's always been desperate to feel the connection. it's what keeps her stable.

freyja doesn't feel the need to keep her heritage a secret from him. they're close enough and his energy is soothing enough for her to be honest. if she's proved wrong she gets a chance to see if she's capable of altering his emotional state. "i have a coven." she doesn't tell them everything, but it helps to be able to unload parts of it. the only person she's met that truly gets what she's gone through is onyx, and she knows better than to use up all her friend's compassion. she's still dealing with a lot, and freyja doesn't want to pile onto that.

onyx never questioned her. she wants the suffering to stop and justice to be served as much as she does. it could be interesting to hear someone else's perspective.

"i don't know if i can move past everything." her people have faced centuries of persecution; it's not just her own grief that she's dealing with, it's the one she had inherited. before they were killed, her parents had done a good job of informing her on the history of witches, of why they risked their lives practicing their magic and religion in a world where it was a death sentence. "it feels like i'm losing a part of myself just thinking about it."

THE PADS OF HIS FINGERS TAP along the side of the mug in His hands, gaze shifted downward as He contemplates the question.

❝ I wouldn't call it "coping," no. ❞ Yeshua shakes His head, and the mug finds a new home on a coaster upon the end table next to Him. ❝ I recognize that what I had endured once is NO LONGER HAPPENING NOW. ❞

An answer more simply stated than executed for some. He shrugs gently.

❝ And more importantly, I also know that, should I ever face another trial again—as you and I are aware, Freyja, life is never WITHOUT ITS CHALLENGES—I know Who to seek... ❞ His eyes flick upward for a brief moment before returning to hers. ❝ ...for guidance and strength, and I know with Whom to trust My burdens. ❞

The corners of His eyes crinkle with a warm smile, one hand motioning to her in equal curiosity.

❝ Who do you take your troubles to? When it is too much for the human heart to bear alone? ❞

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she holds up a hand to block part of her face, torn between her desperate need for recognition and the knowledge that being too loud and proud could get her killed. her hand comes down when she realizes how unlikely it is for someone to actually believe him. "sure." as long as it doesn't take up too much of her time, she should be fine. "who's mitch?"

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vlogging camera in his hand, tilted towards his own face. "hey guys - jackson here! today, i've tracked down a real witch," pause, "not mitch's girlfriend so hopefully my head stays on my shoulders." points the camera at her. "would you mind doing an interview?"

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"how do you deal with everything you've endured?" he's a person, not her genie in a bottle with wishes three, but she can't help but ask. she should be afraid. she always thought she would be if she ever met someone with this level of power. something about him puts her at ease. freyja's hopeful about his answer, as if hearing it might heal something in her. if he can cope, what's to stop her? "are you capable of coping?"

@griefacquainted 🖤 this for a starter

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like for a starter, comment if you're a multi i want to get more threads started

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I don't want to go without your blessing, but I will. I will. It's what you would do.

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remember, green's your color. you are spring.

Roses, Vincent Van Gogh | Picking Flowers, Pierre Auguste Renoir | Green Wheat Field, Vincent Van Gogh | Water Lilies and Japanese Bridge, Claude Monet | Avenue of Schloss Kammer Park, Gustav Klimt | Entrance to the Public Gardens in Arles, Vincent Van Gogh | Sorrow Is Not My Name, Ross Gay

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we need more concerning women in media. I want to be watching a TV show and to go "oh that woman has problems." I want to watch a woman constantly make the worst decisions in the world with no sign of stopping

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As we go down, down, down the road. Down the witches' road.

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ELLA PURNELL as RHIANNON LEWIS Sweetpea 1.04 — Everybody Loves Julia

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at the moment you want… to love

you keep this homemade soup to yourself, and you've made too much. it simmers, you keep it warm for yourself, and nobody else. you long to share, but you're insecure, or afraid. what if they don't accept the offer, or what if they don't enjoy it? what if they push it away? it's slowly boiling. you made too much, and it could overflow any moment, but you're trying to hard to keep it under control. you don't want it to spill out. part of you wants it to, but it'd be a mess, right? your heart longs to love someone, to express love to those around you, but you're afraid. you keep it inside, along with so many other things, and can't bring yourself to properly express it. it's probably someone in specific you want to love, but something is in the way, a block of sorts. let yourself love freely. share your love, for you have so much of it inside of you.

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i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.

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