#thread: i. bennett.

[doomdays]

🎵 / @knucklesbruised [too late, quinn xcii + ajr]  ❝  i’m wondering if these last few months have really shaped the best of me,  ❞   she says quietly,  because she remembers sitting with hope before they left,  trying to convince her that this was a good idea.  we’ll be different, we’ll be ready,  she said,  and while the last few months had certainly tested her at every corner,  she knows she’s not the same person she was back then.  only a few months younger, maybe, but she’s a different person now.  she was right,  she is different,  and she wants to believe she’s ready to do all they need to do to ensure their family is back together safely. 

❝  maybe it’s superstition, but— it feels like i’m on the right track.  i didn’t know if we’d ever see my dad again.  i didn’t know if felix would ever find will again. i—  ❞   she looks at percy,  eyes softening the way they always seem to when she’s in front of him.  ❝  —wanted to believe i’d see you again. ❞   it wasn’t a lack of faith in him, though.  it was about her anger towards huck, believing that she would’ve made that impossible.  ❝  if we all found each other again,  then we can do anything.  i believe that. ❞   

[doomdays]

iris can immediately tell that something she said hit a nerve,  and she feels bad,  because it wasn't her intention.   all her time spent here has been trying to help people get through this,  all the while using her own areas of expertise to try to make it better.   she doesn't actually know what she's doing,  though,  no matter how much she refuses to admit that,   and she quickly shakes her head back at him as he tells her she doesn't have to lie. 

❝  no,  micah,   i'm sorry----   i'm not,  okay?  i'm not.   ❞    she gulps,  looking down at the mess before them and shaking her head.   ❝  you know who my dad is.  i've spent,  like, all my life trying to be like him,   ❞    she admits.   she doesn't really admit that to anyone  --  but she's sure he knows.   she knows that hope sees it,  too.   there's no one she admires more than him,   and it inspires her to be her very best,  too.    ❝  so,  you know,  i guess i just get a little crazy about this stuff.   but just because i know what i'm doing doesn't mean that everyone else should.   i get that,  ❞   she says,  hoping that clarification might,  in some way, ease the burn.   

❝  but,   you know what?   it's okay.  i  like helping people.   and accepting help isn't a bad thing,  ❞    she insists,   taking a deep breath as she hopes that her honesty may help,  too.    ❝  i think it would be really fun,  ❞   she says,  speaking more quietly now,  but just as honest.    

she takes the radio from him,  moving it around in her hands as she examines it closely.   ❝  hm,  ❞    she mumbles before peeking back up at him.   ❝  honestly?   micah,  this really isn't that bad,  ❞   she promises,   sitting it back down to bring her full attention to him.   ❝  it seems like all of the radios here are having some kind of problem.   people try messing with them,  and then it gets worse  .  .  .   seriously,  this is like,  the third one i've seen this way,  ❞   she says,  ensuring he's not alone in that.   ❝  but this?   totally a piece of cake.   we can work on it together.  is that okay?  ❞

eyes narrow distrustingly; micah recoils, retreating inward. there's some awareness deep within him that she doesn't intend to make him feel small, but that doesn't change the effect of her words: how it feels like a taunt, playing dumb to mock him. fire spreads along his cheek; micah realizes too late that it's a thin dribble of tears, streaking down his face. it's always been a point of shame — how quickly his anger brings forth 'the waterworks', his father used to call it, tight-lipped and blatantly annoyed.

trembling fingers attempt to quickly swipe away the evidence, breath caught in his throat: a hard lump like an oversized pill. he has to fight to swallow it down, casting his gaze around the room as he works, lips stretched to a thin grimace, searching for any point to anchor him that isn't iris or a surface covered in parts from his failed endeavor; desperation is only moments from settling in when he lands upon a half-completed drawing, discarded among a pile of other papers he'd intended to dump a handful of days ago.

“—you don't need to lie to me,” he finally manages, voice quiet, eyes focused on the burst of colors: sharp greens and deep blues, the scene depicted a city overgrown by otherworldly fauna. he'd seen it in a game, or a movie, he thinks, and it'd stuck in his mind — something alien and breathtaking. he's started a dozen similar projects before, sketching out stills from media that have snared his attention, but none have ever been finished — like most things in his life, abandoned when they became too difficult.

maybe her offer should be comforting, but micah only flinches away. (he doesn't acknowledge that he invited it: he offered her a way in, only to close the door.) he squeezes his eyes shut and bites down on his tongue, hard, prompting a burst of white in his blacked-out vision, and then, somehow, remarkably, he's relatively calm when he continues — though he ignores iris' query entirely. “i overheard one of the security guys say they need another radio. i thought— i thought i could help. you know?”

it takes a moment — a long, excruciating beat — but he finally opens his eyes, faces the disorder again. micah picks through the junk, grabs the shell of the radio, a fumbling finger attempting to push some of the guts back into place. a little cautiously, he extends a hand, offers it to iris. “just... tell me how bad i fucked up.”

[littlewrensx]

@ofmymanymuses

They hadn't seen or spoken to each other since that night. Wren was still trying to wrap her brain around it, honestly. They had always hated each other, couldn't stand being around each other. And then they literally fucked in her bakery for hours. It was well into the night when she finally went home, her body completely spent and tired from him. But now it had been over a week since then and she was trying to forget about it. Showing up to her door, she was surprised to see Bennett waiting for her. "Hi?" She furrowed her brows. "What are you doing here?"

[redemptioninterlude]

@mentatemperor - paul gets a new follower starter !

there's always like, new kids that drop into east highland ALL THE TIME.

rue doesn't always keep track of where they're from or what they're doing. some of them don't even stay the whole year, depending on their whole ORIGIN STORY. the homeschooled kids usually got it the worst, blame it on the whole structured education thing, or whatever. or it was the disruption, the violence, the ins and outs and metal detectors and all that shit that seemed far off and away and unreal until you landed in school and realized that shit was just the day to day. just another day of freedom, or something like it.

but paul's sort of a surprise. she notices him in one of the classes, where they call people up to slink to the front of the room and to give their own story. rue isn't really like, fully paying attention at first, but it's when he's walking back that she thinks, whoa... why did she feel like, that sudden feeling like what fez used to call out. that he always seemed to know who she'd be making FRIENDS WITH, and if he was like, around and not in jail he'd probably look at this kid and spout that same shit, though, he was definitely less sailor moon and shit then jules had ever been.

well, maybe. people SURPRISE YOU, don't they.

they run into each other almost literally in the lunch room. rue can't figure it out, but it feels weird when he looks at her, and she looks at him, and like, there's something brittle and too familiar in that look that has her hurrying past until it's like. weird. it's worse when she realized their lockers were like, RIGHT BESIDE EACH OTHER, her expression sort of twisting when she found herself straightening and then suddenly just... staring right at him. bright eyes and curls and that face that looked like someone painted it, it's like. weird. weird. in a place where everyone knew everyone else's business, it was like, a trip to see someone who genuinely most people? didn't know shit about. "oh um..." she's stuck, for words, cheeks flushed and her nerves all too apparent. "... you're new right? welcome to east highland?" wait, why the fuck did that sound like a question, rue?

- @mentatemperor

[ac1nums-moved]

@insanislupus, jackie matlin required a starter from faye chamberlain.

" you may think you're the top of the food chain, but darling, i've got a few tricks up my sleeve that might just surprise you. "

[storminmyveins-archived]

  ‘ 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑢𝑛.' @unitcd

𝙲𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 and laughs at Jere's comment because there is truth in that.

❝ I'd like to think it's both. ❞ she says, twirling a few strands of her hair between her fingers. While it may not be a natural shade she wears it as such and she'd like to think the saying is true. Blondes really do have more fun ; badass just comes with the territory too. But maybe that's just ego talking.

❝ Besides, attitude is everything. ❞

[mysticfallsresidents]

BONNIE WAS TIRED OF BEING CONTROLLED AND MANIPULATED BY THE VAMPIRES THAT LURKED THIS TOWN. this placed didn't always used to be like this. she used to feel safe and comfortable in the small town that was mystic falls but now it seemed like everywhere she turned there was a vampire lurking that corner waiting to snatch her up and use her against her will. sometimes she wished she didn't belong to a line of powerful bennett witches but there were times ( more than not ) where she felt grateful for her passed down power because otherwise [ .... ] she wouldn't have been able to protect her friends for as long as she's been able to.

SHE STOPPED DEAD IN HER TRACKS AND GASPED SLIGHTLY AT THE SUDDEN SURPRISE OF @salvatoreseer APPEARING IN FRONT OF HER. she rolled her eyes in annoyance, wishing she could go one day without one of the salvatore siblings pestering her for a favor. she pursed her lips at the taller woman, “ why would i help make you a new daylight ring ? you've been one less vampire walking the streets during the day and the daylight is the only time we feel safe. now [ .... ] leave me alone, ellie ” she responded, walking past her and hoping she wouldn't be bothered any longer. it was a risky move being bold to a vampire but bonnie felt she could protect herself. just one blistering headache away and the vampire wouldn't be a problem. she knew ellie wasn't like her brother damon but bonnie knew more than most that any vampire ( good or bad ) could switch their attitude with a snap of their fingers. she wouldn't risk it.

[inn0cencestrained]

tag dump 3

[doomdays]

🎵 / @warpainte [free, f+tm] ❝ is this how it is? is this how it's always been? to exist in the face of suffering and death? ❞

[redemptioninterlude]

@mournedme - bella gets a continuation from here !

so like, the guy that bella's been talking about is kinda SUPER FUCKING WEIRD.

him, his whole family, they all sort of hang out together. it's vaguely incestuous and she can't figure out why the whole thing sort of low key freaks her out, but that's not really HER business. until it becomes it, when bella goes and like, can't leave them well enough alone. she may not get the whole fixation, but like, she maybe gets it. they're all like, weirdly beautiful. especially the one girl who bella is always talking about, rue checks her out, she sees the vision.

"vampires, bella?" rue sounds almost exasperated but... wait. maybe? could that be what it was? suddenly, her feature scrunched, pinched, looking back and forwards from where they were sitting, to the rest of the cullens. COULD THEY? "uhhhhh..." distracted, she can't stop looking now, someone else brushes by her, bringing her back to reality. right. duh. vampires like, were totally made up, right?

"what makes you say that?" it's like her fucking mouth can't be stopped. already she's like, whirring through it, and she can feel that slip, slide, into sudden obsession. poor rue. she couldn't help herself and what she tended to FIXATE ON herself. they're messy, the both of them, feeding into the hype, the delusions, of one another without ever meaning to. "... also like, eating people? bella, what the fuck! ... unless it's like some kind of like, beauty blood magic voodoo bullshit because honestly, i could see that, they're all so freakishly, like... yanno. too perfect. where the fuck are their pores?"

- @mournedme

[storminmyveins-archived]

𝑇𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟 @unitcd

𝑆𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑒𝑟 as he was so against the sour patch kids she had in her hand, biting off their little heads before devouring their bodies. He speaks of gummy bears and worms but he will not touch the Sour Patch kids. She wonders why he's so adamant about it, so against those sweet but sour little creatures who go around committing atrocities in their commercials.

And it's adorable how hard he's going for it that Cece can't help but put the box back in her pocket and grab Jeremiah, turning them and she's on her tip toes. Lips locked on his within a second and she savors the sensation. She's been wanting to do that for a hot minute but never thought of a right time.

Now, while talking about sweets and candies it somehow made perfect sense. Especially when he pulls from her and she's smiling up at him. She can do it, permission is given and she'll take him up on that and do so but this one is quicker than the last.

❝ See, Sour Patch kids aren't so bad.❞ she says, teasingly licking her bottom lip as she gets right back on her feet. ❝ Though I can try to keep it to sour gummies of other varieties if you want.❞

[frcmbelow]

"oh? well that's nice to know, because i was over here thinking scott mccall was far prettier than me." ezra's smile was accompanied by a deep blush, though bennett was probably used to that color blossoming on her cheeks by now. "i've been told that i suck more than once in my life, so i'm not surprised that i'm the sucker fish." she sighed, pushing a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. "what broke this time? anything i can help with?"

"You're far prettier than Scott McCall," Bennett snorted. "Oh yeah? Well, guess that makes you the little sucker fish to his big ole shark. There's worse things to be." He grinned widely at her, Southern drawl overexaggerated. "Me? Just working on farm stuff. As usual, shit's broke and we can't figure out how to fix it. But I'm stubborn, so I've been trying to problem solve."

[doomdays]

🎵 / @knucklesbruised [hold me like a grudge, fob]  ❝ i guess somehow we made it back with a few dreams of ours still in tact. ❞   it’s spoken dryly,  because hope has never thought of herself as someone with dreams;  the opposite, really, ashamed and even insecure about how difficult it was for her to ever feel any kind of passion, never challenged enough.  she never realized that until she was here, challenged nearly every day in ways she could have never imagined when she was younger, bored and anxious because she always wanted more of something. she and annabeth made it back despite the odds stacked against them, and isn't that what she was looking for for so long -- the chance to experience real danger and survive despite it?

❝  thanks for . . . having my back. ❞ she's used to having a sister to rely on who'd always been there for her, even when hope's pushed her away, but she knows this is different, and while she's still getting used to having more people to trust, it feels no less awkward for her to actually share her gratitude. ❝  not really sure i could've made it through without you. ❞

[redemptioninterlude]

@depictedblue - cassie gets a new season hype starter !

the invitation stock is heavy ; the writing scrawls, gold and blue. frilly. GORGEOUS. on the other end, blue eyes staring, wide and hopeful.

"oh wowwww cass, like-" the words are gum within her throat. "like, CONGRATULATIONS! you must be... so excited?"

- @depictedblue

[bruisedswan]

PLANET DISCORD'S 𓊰 DEAR SAINT.

fear is the little death... ✹⃟ that brings total obliteration

8teen. she / they. pansexual / polyam

WHO IS ... YOUR SAINT?

██ defying the fundamental laws of reality is the star bestowing vitality & chaos to our beloved planet, dear saint yen/yenna mayhem of planet discord. i am the kwisatz of this little pocket of space, the prophet shaping my own destiny, making the fates fall and thus taking their place as mother, maiden, crone. this mighty storm of an 8teen year old is made of steel, overwhelming finality, sweet cinnamony melange, rotting willows, azaleas, and orchids.

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀*♱

...this aries born being believes no other being but herself. they've come to recognise their primordial nature, how they've sewn every single thought, every memory, and every bit of flesh and bone they choose to reside in. think of her as a weaver, the lone enigmatic tailor on the far end of the valley who resides in her own little world — except the loom is her thoughts and the thread little strings of reality and matter, malleable in her fingertips. the sybil is esoterica in human form.

...kin :: alia atreides, mel medarda, princess irulan, bonnie bennett, rochelle zimmerman, maren yearly

ART IS ... LOVE.

██ film / tv :: the substance, dune ( part 1 & 2 ), the love witch, arrival, sleeping beauty ( 2011 ), kill bill, the craft, bones & all, everything everywhere all at once, lucy, possession, the colour of pomegranates, atsv, black swan, love death & robots, arcane, adventure time, killing eve, steven universe, black mirror etc...

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀*♱

██ books :: the dune books ( specifically dune messiah ), the folk of the air, iron widow, the wheel of time, hunger games, percy jackson & the olympians, game of thrones ( ty constance ) etc...

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀*♱

██ on rotation / music :: nicole dollanganger, ethel cain, crumb, fka twigs, poison girlfriend, deftones, blood orange, men i trust, eye dress, frank ocean, the cranberries, björk, fiona apple, strawberry guy, la femme, the smiths, alex g

[redemptioninterlude]

@outbreaksurvived - emma gets a new follower starter !

this whole CAMP COUNSELLOR THING is like, sort of rue's favourite summer job ever. she spends her time, teaching swimming to the kids... she smoked weed and popped pills after hours that she bought from town, whenever she chose to slink over. emma's fun. she meets her when they're doing orientation a few years ago, and it's like, not that they're best friends, or whatever, but... emma's pretty nice. like the way that cassie was nice, a pretty girl with a lot misunderstood about her... but oh. the spine on her! it was hard to say that rue didn't, at times, admire it.

it's not, like, the end of summer or anything yet, but it's been weird watching emma break up with jacob in slow motion. it's like, people aren't supposed to know or something, but she feels it, that sudden REJECTION, so vividly. it's almost kind of fascinating, and it's only then that she realized that emma wasn't really like cassie at all, but far more like maddy - someone who may not have it all figured out, but who could fake it til she made it, and fuck everyone who stood in her way. well. god damn.

rue's smoking a joint, head tilted back from where she stood, yards out from where the campers were all still in bed. she didn't think that she'd run into anybody out here, almost startled when she saw emma only a little bit further. at first, she hesitated - maybe she was like, interrupting something important? or worse, a vlog, which ALMOST made rue disappear without further notice, but when she noticed emma alone, and off of her phone... "hey, you doing okay?" rue's voice rings, scratchy from coughing and the smoke. the sound of it, through the night, was enough to make her cringe.

- @outbreaksurvived