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YOU SAID YOU WERE GONNA GROW UP,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎THEN YOU WERE GONNA COME FIND ME?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎YOU SAID YOU WERE GONNA GROW UP,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎THEN YOU WERE GONNA COME FIND ME... ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎WORDS FROM THE MOUTHS OF BABES,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎PROMISES,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎OCEANS DEEP...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎BUT NEVER TO KEEP‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(MIS-TIMED,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎BY ARIA).

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YOU SAID YOU WERE GONNA GROW UP,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎THEN YOU WERE GONNA COME FIND ME?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎YOU SAID YOU WERE GONNA GROW UP,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎THEN YOU WERE GONNA COME FIND ME... ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎WORDS FROM THE MOUTHS OF BABES,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎PROMISES,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎OCEANS DEEP...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎BUT NEVER TO KEEP‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(MIS-TIMED,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎BY ARIA).

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y'all are going to hate me

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hello! consider this blog on slow activity, as all of my time is being spent on @allthatwas

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(sc).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"i bet you regret caring so much about nationals now."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎its an assumption,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎one brushed off as a sort of passive aggressive nature from the very girl who so badly wanted the team to lose that day.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎at the time,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she felt bad for it:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a selfish guilt sat in her chest as she looked at the team she once held up on her shoulders,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎prayed for their downfall.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's a delayed reaction,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎their actual fall down from grace,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎one she wishes she had no part of.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"sorry."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎is she really?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎taking the shot at anyone who cared about the yellowjackets because of its stark reminder of how much she did too,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎how much she wanted to deny it.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"that's probably a fucked up thing to say."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎eyes flick up,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎in an attempted yet failed apologetic nature,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎to @svnbleach,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎before she kicks dirt away once more‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(seconds passing like hours slowly).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"did you even wanna come or did you just have to?"

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CHANGING MARLEY'S FC CUZ WTFFFFFFF

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obviously didn't resist for long

resisting the urges to do a t.tpd theme.

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this already happened. but not like this. from 11 to padmé 🫢

"doctor?"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎their tone is empathetic,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎with the lingering curiosity that had her watched with adoration when she was only a child.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the picture of sophistication–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the future queen.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎only this time is that curiosity not pigeonholed into expectations‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎plans to keep a fourteen year old safe,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎now that questioning lingers on their tongue with an intertwined excitement that borders on selfish.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the doctor's features,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the doctor's tone,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it should concern them‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎maybe if they were more scared of demise it would,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but there is no threat,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎nothing big enough,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎to scare her–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎if this moment should bring as much worry that is etched into @denouemente's shoulders,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎cheeks‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎eyes,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it doesn't scare them one bit).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"what do you mean?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎is this not the planet you spoke of?"

her tone remains valiant,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎eyes glancing over the crowds of celebrating people,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hugs‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎kisses‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎friends holding onto each other like they thought they wouldn't before.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's a beautiful sight to be seen,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎one that tugs at her heart in a way she cannot articulate.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's all beautiful‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yet there's a somberness that befalls those around,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎one that feels unintentional,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as if a collective loss that cannot be named has landed on their shoulders...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎now falls upon padmé's.

she isn't scared,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's hurt‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎aching,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yet she can't articulate why.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎each glance at another face bringing them closer‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎closer to forgetting how to breathe.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the excitement that they had upon landing has started to fade now that he has brought attention to the slightly greyscale of such a bright scene.

"we're not supposed to be here are we?"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎tone falls flat‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎for a moment she lets her eyes shut,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hoping that not seeing will wipe away the sickness that slips up her throat‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎into her chest.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the feeling is so painfully unfamiliar.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎when eyes open back up,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎they lock onto the doctor because it's easier that way,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎its easier to focus on that one thing,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎on this one person that she trusts than to the happily somber folks who dance around them with cheerful tone.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"why is it hurting me to be here?"

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WE HERE(BY) CONDUCT THIS POST-MORTEM‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(...)‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎WE MUST KNOW,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎HOW DID IT END?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ /‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎CARRD,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎PINTEREST.

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me rambling to myself that who's afraid of little old me is so ashlyn taylor coded:

"if you wanted me dead, you should've just said": all the witches that attacked her house and killed her parents just to get to her, they killed her sister and they wanted her too

"who's afraid of little old me?": her going from being this sweet girl who was naive to being the most powerful witch to walk the earth and everyone's so scared of this fucking 5'2 girl who just wanted to be loved

"the scandal was contained, the bullet just grazed": the fact that kimberly's death was written off as a random violent crime and not something that was planned out from her birth

"you don't get to tell me you feel bad": all the witches pleading with her at the end of their life because she was going to kill them and how they just wanted to save their covens and families by keeping the twins 'contained' aka dead

"don't you worry folks we took out all her teeth": they killed kimberly first, took her teeth, her protector, the person who kept ashlyn alive for years

"they said they didn't do it to hurt me, but what if they did": witches told her as they were dying that it wasn't personal, they didn't want to hurt the twins just because

"you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me": literally her home, the coldness, never getting love because her mom was so scared of losing them

"so all you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs": the taylor murder became a classic and people on the internet started talking about the twins as suspects, even tho the twins had no pictures and no one knew what they looked like, they were never found at the scene of the crime with their parents. the house grew old and decrepit and teenagers with a sick fascination with the crime would break in to see it

"i was tame, i was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean": literally ashlyn was the sweetest even when unhoused, even when she was being chased and being hunted, even when she was loving terrible people *coughs* ace, even when her girlfriend was killed because of her, she was tame and gentle and kind

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to ashlyn, from isaac: i don't want you to read cards for me.

"what?"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her brows furrowed in a quick yet innocent intensity.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the tone of @abenzstern nearly travels past her,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎either way catching her off guard.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it takes a few seconds,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎eyes looking nearly glossed over before she meets him back with:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"oh!"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the shake of her head is sharp,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a quick reaction of discomfort accompanied with a wide toothed grin‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(an ashlyn taylor special).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"no,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎no i won't do that,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎my mom never taught me."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her voice trails off in a way that's only sad if you look slightly deeper,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎because there is that tone that she's so used to producing,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎bright‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎high.

"that's not what i meant,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎sorry.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎more like...‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She pauses with parted lips,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎waiting for her own words to catch up to her.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎How easily can one explain the senses that dance beneath her skin without being written off as some lonely deranged woman?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Yet she looks to the other with this sense of understanding,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎never yet has she been wrong about these types of things:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it makes her question,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎if only she had been trained as every other witch,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as every other person with her skillset had,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎then maybe she could speak with certainty why she feels called to offer up her assistance.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"i don't know,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i can tell you need...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎help,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎someone to help,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i think that i can be a good fit."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her spine straightens up with the last bit,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎an excited peak in her stature,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a convincing moment of confidence that she rarely seems to have.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"i can just tell."

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resisting the urges to do a t.tpd theme.

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"sorry...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's too fast,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎um."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she purses her lips,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fingers moving to uncomfortably push strands of hair that could shatter under the right touch.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎when has she had someone like this?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a friend who she came across on her own‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(not a werewolf,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but still something not human...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎just like her,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but just far enough).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎when brown eyes flick up through her eyelashes,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she can't help but smile,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎slightly,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as her gaze lands on @denouemente.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"melissa wants me to come home,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎just to see me,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i thought..."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎when her tone drags off,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she scrunches her nose upwards in discomfort,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎not at him,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎not at the proposal,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎at the vulnerability in asking such a question.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"i thought you'd like to have dinner with some people.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎they're like family,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎so it's probably a lot,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i probably shouldn't have asked,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎huh?"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎/‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎☼.

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Anya Chalotra as Yennefer of Vengerberg THE WITCHER (2019– )

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i've been slightly fixated on @allthatwas + my graduation research defense is on monday the 22nd! so consider this a LOW ACTIVITY WARNING!

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THE FIRST 19 YEARS OF MY LIFE:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎NOTHING HAPPENED‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I BRING LIFE.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎/‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ALLTHATWAS,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎BY ARIA.

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THE ISLAND OF DOWN1979:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎M.ARTHA JONES‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(FT.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎R.OSE TYLER).