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ALRIGHT FAM FINALS R OVER FOR ME !! i’m emerging from the depths of hell slowly. i’ll be dropping some threads and posting some replies —– i know i owed some select few some starters as well i never got up b4 my hiatus, if ur one of those, can u like / comment on this so i know who ?? ( can u tell im disorganized ?? ) besides that if you don’t see ur reply in the next few days, just know i lost muse / am lazy and want to start new. ALSO this a plotting call for all the new ppls i haven’t talked to yet. ( also old friends who just wanna chat and plot there’s so many of u i wanna love and talk 2 and catch up ) this broadcast applies 2 all my girls thanks 4 reading asdfhjk @rresilicnt / @alvaras / @ncrturiing

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Give me all your pain and love will set you free give me all your shame put all your weight on me and i’ll be the stone that you need me to be

Jaymes Young - Stone (via eu-sunt)

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NARCISSA

“Nonsense.” the Tulach mother spoke with surprising kindness in her tune as she decided to claim the spot besides the Black trident surgeon. Among all the youngsters, eagerly drinking and celebrating, she couldn’t help to feel slightly out of place. Besides Della, who like her wasn’t 22 anymore either, she felt more in place than anywhere else on the beach. Even though the other was like a beautiful flower, glowing by the warmth of amber fire, and Narcissa was like a queen of ice which the fire simply could not reach. Darkness surrounding her being, even though she wore white for this festive occasion. “I’d rather sit here with you here than make an attempt on breaking a hip by mingling with the kids” she joked. “Champagne? I have managed to claim a bottle for my own, to share only with the finest company.”

SHE LAUGHS WITH EASE AT HER JOKING. “ break a hip, huh? you know if you did... you know... wanted to break a hip and all, i could fix it. ” she brushes off with a grin and light shrug. dimples showing. delilah sinks further into the sand beside the fellow older woman. a time ago --- this had been them. dancing. singing in merriment. though delilah was always introverted anyways... “ i’d love some, actually. ” a nod as she gazes from the fire to her, ready to take a glass off of her hands. “ how are you narcissa? your dress, its lovely. ” *

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SHE LOOKS TO HIM WITH A UNSPOKEN SOFTNESS. she does not judge, no, never. she simply consoles the weary. comforts the broken. and ever since that storm--- something in alex wasn’t the same. but year after year, delilah fought to get his spirit back. unbroken in her endeavor. “ you haven’t come to visit me recently... ” she begins, sitting with ease onto the sugary sands. the beach was quiet this evening besides some royals and company kicking about sand to the north of them. “ still recovering from the bonfire, maybe? ” smile breaks into a playful grin, her shoulder lifting in question. dark hair pushing past her shoulders with the warm wind. * @alexxlawrence​

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“ I WANTED TO FORMALLY INTRODUCE MYSELF, ” a pause. “ finn. ” she opens the door to her villa wider, licking her lips nervously. she looked oddly casual. not wearing her usual scrubs. it was her co-workers day to sew and mend the broken. today, delilah had her freedoms. which without her work she was left anxious and conflicted. “ i’m della. i wasn’t sure --- i didn’t know if they’d told you of me. ” she’s talking quickly, almost as if she’s rambling. she steps aside for him to join her. “ i just wanted to go over a few things. and then uh, leave, yeah leave so you can settle. or you don’t have to stay here i completely understand if you wish to be elsewhere but you’ll always have a place here and i---..... ” a deep inhale, and then a slow release as she steadies herself. “ i’m glad you’re here. ” she finishes finally, breaking a small smile. * @finn-lastor

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AMELIA.

Amelia put her book down when she heard someone outside of her villa. Waiting to see if they came in she gave a small frown when they just seemed to loiter. Getting to her feet she opened the door with a small smile. “Good morning, everything alright?”

“ I--- I DIDN’T THINK IT WAS POSSIBLE. ” delilah swallows. feeling incredibly fragile. with her knees practically trembling her hand falls back to her side where she’d been knocking on the door. emotions churn within her chest. eyes glassy with tears that wish to fall. “ they said your name, and i thought... well i had to come see if it was true. ” she looks now to the woman who had been her un-doing. the reason for her lifestyle. the reason she locked her past so securely away... “ you shouldn’t be here. ” she murmurs. *

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ROMAN.

“An occupational hazard,” he drawled, sounding partly teasing and partly sincere. It was an occupational hazard indeed if one could count selling one’s soul an acceptable hazard. Though in Roman’s case, he had done the sinful exchange with the devil long before he set foot on a pirate ship. Long before his crew raised his flag called him captain, long before they put a crown on his head and hailed him king. 

Her exclamation makes his lips curl upward, and from the smile emitted small chuckle. It’s a pure, hearty, genuine sound, nothing like the mean snicker he uses to taunt foes or the lewd simper with which he entices lovers. There was no ulterior motives in this sound, in this moment as she wound her arm around his neck and his around her waist. And she was just smiling up at him, and he down at her, and Roman wondered if this was what peace felt like. Alas, her words were a bitter reminder that the night was not eternal, that were was a plan to be accomplished and it did not involve Delilah’s gentle caresses. His eyes darted quickly to his watch. There was still time. “I’m fine,” he said, as he often does when posed with such a question. They worshipped different religions, the two of them; he, a congregate of war, and she, a saint of peace. She would not understand and he had given any endeavours in trying to make her. But he was a talented actor and a gifted liar and his false worse were delivered through smiling lips. “You are allowed to stop worrying about me for one night. God forbid you could actually enjoy yourself.”

SHE KNEW THAT SMILE --- KNEW IT WELL. and as a result delilah blossoms beneath it. she feels her own smile come so easily, dimples appearing. she’s vibrant, his good mood infectious. she clings to it, to these small special moments that show his humanity so vividly. tucking away this moment into fading memories ( expected with age ) as fingers delicately rest against the back of his neck. she sways with him easily, small feet sinking into sugary sands. she beams up at him, still not over his ease. over the normality of this moment. he’s painted in the amber hue of the fire and delilah who appreciates aesthetics admires him for him. her has features chiseled from the gods themselves --- structured jaw, piercing eyes, raven hair. he is a masterpiece of a man. she admires him up close without ulterior motives, him for him, her for her. gaze follows his to the watch and features fall. smile melts into a frown. a shift of seasons. “ i know otherwise. ” she replies gently as features continue to fall. “ you’ve been distant, ” she confirms as gaze has traveled away from him. everyone dances and cheers in merriment. fourteen years did you good to get to know a person. “ a doctors duty never stops. ” she replies, head tilting as gaze floats back to him. “ i’ll enjoy myself once you confess what’s bothering you. ” delilah retorts back almost sternly. motherly. not often did she stand up to roman, if ever. “ i understand if you don’t want to talk. ” she knew many things went unsaid. perhaps this was one of them. “ but i’m here if you do--- i’ll always be here. ” a soft inhale. saddened features warming once more. the season is spring now as she blooms again, smile gentle. “ you know that, don’t you? ” deliliah was sure to always assure him. * 

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DYLAN. 

Letting the other woman wipe her tears away, she feels blessed to have had someone to look out for her. Dylan tries to grasp a hold of her emotions as she lets out deep breaths, although shaky still, she was getting better. Thanking her softly, she pulls the shirt over her head, covering her body as she wipes her tears a bit more. This was supposed to be a good time, but it felt quite the opposite. She trusted the other woman’s words to be true, unless she was given a reason not to.

“ ‘ATTA GIRL. ” she soothes, american accent making itself known. she shifts in petite footing, wearing long short with a tank now. the night air was warm --- welcoming. and she only wished to soothe this girl further. studious eyes dart around them and the clusters of people laid before them. delilah doesn’t wish to strike further fear into this girl so instead she turns her gaze back to her questioningly. “ do you want to sit with me for awhile? ” she offers. “ or maybe i can take you somewhere you’re more comfortable? ” *

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42. ❛ You know I had to shoot him, right? ❜

“ NO. ” della replies instantaneously. she looks to the powerful woman, eyes molten within her sadness. another life she hadn’t been able to save. della shifts her weight and welcomes the tightening of her chest. she grieves now, grieves the life that has been lost. head droops and her eyes close. she prays silently to herself, hand lifting to grasp the silver chain which held a delicate cross. when she’s finished she lifts her eyes slowly to narcissa. the woman of the shadows — the mistress of darkness. “ his weight will be on your soul, narcissa. shooting. killing. taking lives…. a unnecessary evil. one i will not stand for. ” a pause. della who was bathed in gods light looks to her in disappointment. “ i took a oath to save lives, not take them. ” * 

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heireating :

 MOVIE STARTERS VOL.9   ( NOCTURNAL ANIMALS )  ( TOM FORD, AUSTIN WRIGHT )  ( NSFW THEMES )

❛ To be heartbroken means to have a story. ❜

❛ When you love someone you have to be careful with it, you might never get it again. ❜

❛ Believe me, our world is a lot less painful than the real world. ❜

❛ We all eventually turn into our mothers. ❜

❛ You can’t just walk away from things all the time. ❜

❛ It’s a question of how serious you are about seeing justice done. ❜

❛ Are you in trouble for all of this? ❜

❛ I don’t really give a shit. I’m dying. Remember? ❜

❛ Do you ever feel like your life has turned into something you never intended? ❜

❛ I should have seen it coming. I should have stopped it. — I should have stopped it! ❜

❛ I wanna know — I wanna know the exact story of what you did to them. ❜

❛ You’re not supposed to leave the scene of an accident, that’s a crime. ❜

❛ How’s that? What’d you say? ❜

❛ See if you can recognise the one we caught. You can look at the dead one too, although I don’t really think it’s necessary, we know who he is. ❜

❛ You should have fucking killed me! ❜

❛ You don’t know nothing. It’s fun to kill people. You, of all people should try it sometime. ❜

❛ Fun? It’s fun to kill people? ❜

❛ I’m worried about you, seriously. Just look at me for a second. Look at me. You scared me the last time we talked. ❜

❛ I just can’t believe that I told you all of those things. I’m just kind of embarrassed, you know. ❜

❛ What right do I have to not be happy? I have everything. I feel ungrateful not to be happy. ❜

❛ It’s good to see someone I know. ❜

❛ You look beautiful, as always. ❜

❛ If I hadn’t caught you staring at me so much, I would have thought you were sleeping with him. ❜

❛ You underestimate yourself. Do you know that? ❜

❛ Oh, my God. Did you just say that? You really just said that. That came out of your mouth. ❜

❛ Why do you always think the worst of me? That is not what I meant. ❜

❛ You and I are nothing alike. ❜

❛ You didn’t sleep again, did you? ❜

❛ I panicked and I did something horrible. Something unforgivable, really. ❜

❛ You’re fucking crazy! You’re making a big mistake. ❜

❛ You’re the one. I know you. ❜

❛ Answer me! Answer me, you fucking bastard! ❜

❛ I want to be the person that you want me to be, but I just can’t. ❜

❛ I’m not scared. I’m unhappy. I’m just really, really unhappy. ❜

❛ Why don’t you say it? You’ve said it so many times before. ❜

❛ I did not say you were weak. ❜

❛ Well, when you love someone, you work it out. You don’t just throw it away.  ❜

❛ I’m gonna live to regret this. I regret it now. ❜

❛ You’re anything but useless. You always know exactly what to do. ❜

❛ I promise it’ll be okay. I’ll make it okay. ❜

❛ I’m so sorry. I feel so useless. ❜

❛ You know I had to shoot him, right? ❜

❛ There you go. Free as a bird. ❜

❛ What, you going to cry? Are you going to cry? ❜

❛ I can’t do this with you anymore. I just can’t keep doing this. ❜

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Doctor Strange, dir. Scott Derrickson (2016)

requested by anon

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LEA.

della is dramatically underestimating herself and depriving herself of credit if she thinks that she’s worse company than some of the others there. ‘ who says you’re not the best company?? ’ she’s sat kneeling, gently drawing her hair back into a loose ponytail and keeping her eyes trained on the ocean before continuing. dellah’s beautiful, intelligent, and she seems kind — that’s far more than some of the others can claim. ‘ i want to decide that. ’

SHE WELCOMES THE GIRL AS SHE SITS. offering a slight smile. her words, however, cause a faint blush to color her cheeks. “ i nerd over medical stuff. most people don’t find that the ideal conversation. ” deliliah confesses to the girl. her boldness of a reply causes her to grin. it’s bright. she’s flustered from such kindness, but also happy to have someone sitting with her on the busy beach. “ well i hope--- just--- you can leave at anytime, okay? ” she lifts a hand which had been in her lap, twisting her body and offering her hand to shake. “ we’ve met before, haven’t we? ” *

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MARIE.

Humming softly, the French Princess tilted her head back to look at the stars. “I’m not worried. We’ve all got a path - mine must have been meant to lead me here.” Bringing her gaze back to the other woman, Marie offered a slight smile. “What are you, everyones mother? Everyone here is an adult - pretty sure you’re meant to be off shift now, am I wrong?”

SHE CAN’T HELP BUT LAUGH. “ mother? ” she echoes. she’d gotten this comment before. “ hardly. ”  she was. “ no, you aren’t but... too many chances tonight for someone to get hurt. i can’t help it, i guess. instinct. ” she grins, giving a simple shrug. “ and your positivity is beautiful. don’t let it get damaged during your time here. ” * 

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 RUTH.

Ruth smiled at that. It was so different from what she knew that it gave her quite a thrill even to watch. “Can I get you one as well then? Seeing as you’ve been so kind to talk to me,”

“ NO THANK YOU. ” della replies softly --- hoping to not offend her. “ i--- i don’t drink. ” the pirate explains to her, her smile just as soft, dimples appearing. “ but don’t let that stop you. i’ve heard it’s really good. and i’ll keep talking to you. with or without the drink. ” *

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ROMAN.

She has always spoken so softly, his sweet Delilah, like she’s praying, or telling a secret, and she’s always sounded very small in contrast to his booming bark, his power not so much in volume but in the weight of each word. He turned his head to see her hand on his shoulder and he leaned into the familiar touch; one that was responsible for piecing him together more times than he could count. Delilah knew his every scar for it was she that closed it shut; with needle and sutures and kindness. “You say pirates as if it’s a bad thing,” he said with quirk of his brow, a wicked slant of his lips. “You have been with me longer than most Delilah, you’re no less pirate than I am.” Though, he was hardly just any pirate. But neither was she. She seemed altogether too good to exist in a world so dark, and as was the curse of the good she was condemned to carry the weight of others on her back. She had carried him. 

With a groan (he was not as young as he used to be) Roman rose from the sand and turned to the woman beside him. “Alright then, come on,” he hums, one hand outstretched. “Miss Delilah Carter, saviour of the cursed, crippled and broken things— will you dance with me?”

SHE KNEW HIS SMIRK ALL TO WELL, AND FINDS HERSELF SMILING. she liked him happy --- vibrant. times like these when his duties didn’t weigh down so heavily on him. “ we are bad. sometimes. ” delilah is teasing of course. brows lifting and eyes humorous. she gives a nod of confirmation. “ this is true. i’m expecting a happy retirement. i’ll come visit you and bring the most exquisite wines. perhaps i’ll find myself in turkey.... dubai... ” her body is withering --- aging. but her soul remains youthful & vibrant. she watches him rise. his suit casual, delilah having found herself in a satin maxi dress. she loved dresses, how they billowed a flowed, always feeling her own sorts of regalness within them. it was a refreshing contrast compared to her scrubs. his hand is outstretched to her, beckoning her to join the party, and she caves under his gaze. allowing herself a few moments of pleasure in her usual worrysome world. small hand takes his, getting to her feet as sand spills off her dress as she rises. his words cause her to smirk, a playful roll of her eyes given as he reaches up to wind her arm around his neck. “ hush. you’re embarrassing me. ” they were like old friends. folded into one another. souls seeming to care for one another perhaps even in previous lifetimes... she begins to sway, allowing him to take lead. her humor fades, instead she slips away from her teasing for something much more serious. “ how are you tonight? ” deliliah often went days without him company, but when she got small moments like this, she can’t help but reach out to him. searching for any worry she can ease. she looks up to him, gaze much softer, as if looking at something broken and trying to piece it back together. *

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“Where’s your male-driven, fact-based logic now?”

Red Eye (2005) dir. Wes Craven