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Okay guys this was one of the hardest decisions I’ve had to make. As everyone noticed I haven’t been here in any functional way and it’s because I became severely overwhelmed. I got to the point where I could not answer most of the threads in my inbox. I knew that if I didn’t start over I was never going to get anywhere. So I’m moving to a new blog. It’s a lot of history that I don’t want to leave behind and I’m sorry for that but it’s something I must do.

I have a handful of threads I’d like to continue and I will reach out to those people within the next week (couple of weeks) if I haven’t already. I’m still setting everything up.

I’m not going to give my new URL out publicly but if you would like to have it and continue writing with me there, shoot me a message and I’ll give it to you!

I wish everyone that I’ve encountered here happiness and I’d love to write with you all again in the future!

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Okay guys this was one of the hardest decisions I’ve had to make. As everyone noticed I haven’t been here in any functional way and it’s because I became severely overwhelmed. I got to the point where I could not answer most of the threads in my inbox. I knew that if I didn’t start over I was never going to get anywhere. So I’m moving to a new blog. It’s a lot of history that I don’t want to leave behind and I’m sorry for that but it’s something I must do.

I have a handful of threads I’d like to continue and I will reach out to those people within the next week (couple of weeks) if I haven’t already. I’m still setting everything up.

I’m not going to give my new URL out publicly but if you would like to have it and continue writing with me there, shoot me a message and I’ll give it to you!

I wish everyone that I’ve encountered here happiness and I’d love to write with you all again in the future!

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southsidelover​:

Not sure what. Toni’s got a few ideas – the kind that lead one down dark paths, to unknown places, she wonders what it is about men that feel as if sexuality of the individual was their domain with which to pay commentary. Both in their words, and their violence, how these things mark just about EVERYTHING that they do, litter their lives with their fingerprints despite the fact that they’ve no business being there. Apart of her is left to think that perhaps it wasn’t even that that had him triggered, had his hands on Robin and making her bleed out despite the blood that they share, it’s just apart of his DNA, his making. That horror is how he is, unredeemable, and if anything made that feel true and real to her, it was the fact that Robin was here without him banging down every door in attempt to make an apology. She knows… all too well how anger leaks out, how it makes it feel impossible to see anything other than red at times, but it’s how you handle it that defines your character.

“It’s pretty serious… I mean I can do what I can with these stitches but you’re gonna bruise like a mother fucker, and when you do, people are going to ask you questions. So what are you gonna say, babes? The truth? Are you ready for that?” She SO HOPES that she will, that she’s ready for a change, for the better, that she looks to those around her who do good, give out, good, and are willing to do what they must to keep her safe. Toni’s near at the edge of simply taking this off in her own hands, knowing the struggle that comes until the choices no longer are choices you have to make. And at the gambling rate that Robin’s going at, there isn’t much runway to go before it all comes to an unfortunate head.

18, 18, like a sweet siren song, the promise of release, of being free. “Why not stay here?” she blurts out before she can think of it, the words catch on her tongue and she knows that she sounds, perhaps, awkward, but even now, even if 18′s the word, there’s a place for her to stay that’s safe enough, and Toni’s honestly terrified of waking up to police sirens flashing red and blue danger, the indication that things have gone TOO FAR in one drunken night… Lips purse; it’s tempting the devil to have her around, even Toni can’t deny that there’s an allure there, but she tries to be candid, tries to be calm; there’s bigger things at hand, and her own present unhappiness could use a distraction, though this seems far larger than just that. “The sheriff here… he’s an old friend of mine too, ok?” imagining that FP would be horrified if he knew what was happening, he’d always been the first to defend those left to the clutches of an unfortunate situation back when the Serpents had needed it the most. “Please. We can make this better. Together.”

@theirlament​ // robin buckley

( 🍦 : robin : @southsidelover​​ . )

No matter how badly he hurt her, Robin's father had never come after her to apologize. He'd never once felt sorry for what he did to her and certainly never verbalized it. When Toni thought him nonredeemable she couldn't be more right. He didn't care. Not one single bit. The fact that she was his daughter meant nothing to him. She knew of his hatred before she could even comprehend what the word meant - felt it in her bones and on her pale flesh. If she hadn't had her grandmother to take care of her during her most vulnerable years, she probably wouldn't be alive today. The only blood the man cared about when it came to Robin was how much of hers he could spill. One day she feared it was going to be too much.

"I'll figure it out." Her honest answer was muttered in response. She always did. Sometimes she wondered how her constant excuses could still be believable. Maybe it was because people wanted to believe them. If they did then it wasn't their problem. They could keep turning a blind eye without the need to get involved. Robin wanted to make a change. She wanted to break that horrible cycle of being hurt and seeking comfort night after night. She wanted to get away and be free of those pounding fists and awful words. What stopped her was fear, shame and above all guilt. The fear to take matters into her own hands or let anyone else do it. The shame of what was done to her and the feeling of pity that came along with it. But above all their was guilt. No one was able to hear they were the blame for everything they got day after day and not start to believe it. There was a deep feeling of obligation to her abuser for making him the way he was.

The offer made her cringe. Those words were everything she could ever want to hear yet all that she dreaded at the same time. Being with Toni - day after day, night after night - what a dream. But there were so many cons to it that Robin feared would just destroy both of them in the end. "For one, you don't know what my father is capable of. He won't give us a moments peace once he finds out that I'm here. And then there is your girl. She hates me." And that wasn't even a lie. Cheryl hadn't liked her to begin with but since Toni had become Robin's personal savior the dislike had grown to what she felt was closer to hatred. And there was temptation right at the root of it all - a subject both of them skirted around. It was something neither of them ever dared to speak a word about it. There was something between them and if she stayed there it would be impossible for either of them to overlook. It could escalate out of control with no hope of being stopped.

Ending up dead was a real fear of Robin's too. Every day her father seemed to get more violent. There were more bruises to cover and way more explaining to do. She was so close to being free, she didn't want to die before she could make it there. Leaning against the wall a labored sight was released. She had to give Toni something, she owed her that. She owed herself too if she were being honest. "Alright. I'll talk to him with you okay?" The teen didn't have much faith but if Toni trusted this Sheriff that much than what could it hurt to put a little of her own trust in him as well. Another ally couldn’t hurt anything. "But lets at least get these stitches out of the way. My buzz is wearing off and this is going to hurt like a bitch. I need to lay down."

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southsidelover​:

Do not lament the roads not taken; she holds fast to that ideal, knowing well enough the bitter poison of regret. How much better it is for the mind and soul to find yourself at peace with the choices made, lest she find her house filled with ghosts and their regrets, and she’s had enough of graveyards with what her years have already spelled out for her. Gentle, gentle. Hearts are FRAGILE THINGS and she’s got her own side of the street to handle, no denial in that there’s an odd flutter and tightness in her chest that feels selfish given that she’s already got a girlfriend housed in walls that soar above the ground, that remains a princess trapped within her castle, frozen in time. Attached to literal corpses. And oh, how she wishes that things were different, back to Californian roads spanning miles with the wind in their hair…

But that is neither here nor there, they have grown and changed and some of it pinches at the bonework from which they had emerged and yet, there were shoulders stitched, teeth grit. No words spoken as she settles her breathing first, trying to offset the POUNDING FORCE within her chest. There are tears in the other girl’s features, a heartbreaking set given the moment, and, it feels decidedly unfair even if she feels, too, hopelessly caught in the middle – there’s the person you could be, and the reality of where you are, and right now it feels all to tempting to be bad, but tempting does not character make. Hesitancy marks her touch when her hand lays out against the other’s arm, a motion made to soothe her, a hand along her spine.

“It’s okay.” what more can she say? There’s an awkwardness there for the moment, with, her lips pressed together as Robin’s left thrashing in the wind with this, looking for any, any, foothold that might give her an EXPLANATION as if relationships were so easily put together and pulled apart. The love and lust without the human connection, only it never really works like that, does it, with hooks and seams that all snap and tear in places as it comes along. Can’t be both? Can be. Well. “Because it’s not that simple. Because I also love Cheryl. Even if it is complicated and shitty and sometimes I feel forgotten because it’s all about her. And sometimes it really can feel like it’s like that, all the time. But in the times it’s not, it’s amazing. I shouldn’t have to sit and justify that to you, or her, or anybody.”

Love is love is love. And she feels a sting in the moment, eyes forcing themselves shut so that she could time down the frustration that’s beginning to BUBBLE AND BOIL in the pit of her stomach. “… can we drop this? Please? And maybe it’s time for us to go to sleep.” trying to be the responsible one, because pushing off the emotion for that could be so much easier. “I don’t really have it in me to go over this right now.”

@theirlament​ // robin buckley

( 🍦 : robin : @southsidelover​ )

Despite Toni being quite literally all she has in this world, Robin is feeling reckless. She'd give all that she had for just one kiss. Just one 'I love you' to be vocalized and imply more than friendship. She knows she's walking a dangerous line but she can't seem to help herself. She can't stop even if she wanted to. The silence is almost deafening but all the fragile teen can do is sit and endure it as she wonders what's going on inside her best friends mind. When words are finally spoken it does little to ease the tension in the room.

Because I love Cheryl. Those words seemed to cut into her very soul. She couldn't find the words to reply and so she just let it all sink in. Robin knew that she'd single-handedly fucked everything up beyond repair. What made her even dare to think that she had the right to even delve into any of this? All she could hope for was that tomorrow it would be forgotten. She could chalk it all up to intoxication and it would all just go away. This was another reason why Robin didn't drink. When she got some alcohol in her system she lost her inhibitions. She got brave and also very stupid. 

"You...you don't. I had no right. I'm so sorry." Those words stung as though she had been slapped. More tears pooled in her blue eyes and she wished more than anything to disappear. She couldn't run - she doubted that she could even stand - and she'd never felt more trapped. "You don't have to explain your relationship to anyone. I'm so sorry I made you feel that way." Robin was completely disgusted with herself. "We can. We'll never have to speak of it again." She hated that too because she wanted to discuss things with Toni. She wanted to know if the feelings were merely one sided but she'd rather have her friend.

Feeling defeated and so sad Robin nodded. She was frustrated too but more so with herself. She curled herself up into a little ball on the opposite side of Toni's bed. She doubted any sleeping would occur. The best she could hope for was that she eventually just passed out from the alcohol in her system. "We can sleep." Why did she have to be so wide awake at that moment?

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Today is Robin’s birthday 🎂 let’s celebrate!

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( 🍦 : robin : @panwielder​ . )

SEX+ROMANCE HEADCANONS

Asked : 👰 Would my muse ever get married?

“Why? Are you asking to me to marry you? Shouldn’t you at least get to know me a little first?” 

Answer: Yes, Robin would definitely get married if it were legal to do so. She craves love and desires to belong to someone mind, body and soul. In her canon verse in the 80′s it depresses her because she knows she won’t ever be able to legally marry the woman she falls in love with but in her heart she will be married to them. In a more modern setting she would definitely want to get married and spend the rest of her life with to the woman she falls in love with. She’s not very traditional and wouldn’t want a big wedding unless it was important to her future wife - if they wanted she’d be all for whatever made her girl happy . She’d be more than happy to exchange vows with no one else present. 

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( 💎 : nancy : permanent starter call . )

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( 💎 : nancy : tag dump . )

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( 📼 : brooke : @xavierplympton1984​​ )

THINGS THAT ARE HARD TO HEAR 

Asked: ❝ you don’t give yourself enough credit. ❞ (Brooke)

"Says the one that never gives himself any credit." Brooke laughed as she bumped her shoulder against Xavier's playfully. It was a rare night that they had decided to go out together - to take a chance braving the world as well as battle their demons. She was on a heavy dose of anxiety medication but somehow still functional. It wasn't enough to make her completely calm - nothing ever was - but it was helping. His compliment had put her at ease only slightly. No matter where she went - alone or accompanied but him - she still felt like a fish out of water. That was why she usually chose not to leave the house. It was just better that way. Safer. 

A finger twirled a wave of long dark hair. One of her many nervous habits. "If I didn't know you well enough I'd think you were only telling me that I looked good because you care about me." But that wasn't Xavier. His words to her were always sincere - especially when it came to her -and Brooke trusted him. A slow song came over the speakers and the lights were dimmed. "Oh! I love this song. Why don't we get off this bench and go skate to it?" That was what they'd set out to do. Roller skate. Yet neither of them had left the comfort of the sidelines. “Come on. This place is 80′s forever. No one is judging us.” 

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is tumblr posting instead of drafting for anyone else? or is just screwing with me tonight? 

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obsidian-black-bird​:

Chloe had been hanging around outside the Two Whales diner’s side parking lot, just wondering and waiting for her mom to get off break so she could go in and get a free meal…Which she knew would annoy her mother considering a lot of her meals were coming out of the college fund she didn’t need after being expelled from school but hey at the moment a free meal didn’t sound too bad. 

Kicking a rock around she would smile a bit before pausing seeing someone heading up the side walk she hadn’t seen before, hobbling a little as she was mid-kick when she stopped before standing straight and looking them over without making it too obvious…They must be new, from all the time she spent here she would recognize them if they were from around here.

She would sort of stroll over after a moment, 

“You new in town?”

( 🍦 : robin : @obsidian-black-bird​ )

Robin noticed the girl standing in the parking lot. A very attractive girl around her her age. She was surprised when Chloe actually spoke to her. She tried not to be weird and stare - his would be her first potential friend after all and after all and she didn’t want to blow it. Everyone at school ignored her existence but that was something Robin was very used to.Staying under the radar and made to feel invisible was a lot better than being targeted and bullied as she had in the past. Maybe if she could have one person to hang out with life wouldn't be so bad. She stopped just before she reached the entrance to the diner.

"Yeah. I just moved here from another small, shit town just like this one." Maybe insulting the place that Chloe lived wasn't the best way to start out the conversation. Sometimes Robin didn't think before opening her mouth. She was just so excited that someone was voluntarily talking to her that she just blurted it out. Oh well, it was too late now she'd just have to accept the consequences if there were only. "In the Midwest. Indiana. I've been here about two weeks." She shuffled her feet in her worn red converse nervously. "I'm Robin." She answered a little more softly almost unsure of whether to proceed or just walk away. Or run away - that was another thing Robin did well. "Do you know if this place is hiring? I'm trying to find a job."

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I’m taking baby steps back into my writing after a long unintentional and unplanned hiatus. I’m trying to do a few replies a night. I’m not dropping anything. I feel so bad about making everyone wait and I’m doing the best I can to catch up.

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Kinks your character would and would NOT participate in?

( 🍦 : robin : anon )

sex+romance headcanons!

“Nothing is going anywhere near my ass. And I don’t want to go near anyone else’s. How can anyone find that hot? No butt stuff.”

Basically, she wouldn’t participate in anything anal.

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hawkiinsbest​:

semi-plotted starter for @theirlament​‘s tammy from barb !

      “ can i copy your homework? ”  the redhead asks with a sigh as she leans back against the wall in the girls bathroom, school books clutched to her chest. it was unusual for her to be unprepared but almost everything was a little unusual right now. she knew nancy liked guys and yet this time it actually threw barb for a loop. why steve of all people? and why did nancy have to be so… weird about him? “ i was supposed to work on it with nancy last night but we ended up spending all night talking and then i had to do chores once i got home. ”  looking up at tammy she quirked a brow, “ you did do the homework, didn’t you? ”

( 🎵 : tammy : @hawkiinsbest​ )

Tammy always did her homework so it was almost laughable to assume that she didn’t. She was always prepared and she was a very good student. It wasn’t something that made her popular among her peers but it was something she had to do. She knew she had to have those good grades to fall back on in case she didn’t make it in Nashville. Something she did not like to think about. She was going to get there and she was going to make it. Tammy Thompson was determined. She’d prove her parents and everyone that doubted her wrong. “Um, yeah. Sure.” She liked Barb and could never understand why the other girl spent so much of her time with Nancy. She’d never really liked the other girl but now she liked her even less. It wasn’t Nancy Wheeler that should have Steve Harrington’s attention - it was her. - and she was more than a little jealous. “You don’t have to explain. It’s fine.” At least Barb wanted to spend time with her and she wasn’t going to make her go into full disclosure on why she hadn’t finished the assignment. More than anything, Tammy just didn’t want to hear that Nancy was part of that reason. She hated even hearing her name. “Of course I did! Have you ever known me to skip an assignment?”

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xavierplympton1984​:

“The ones that survive carry the scars for those who don’t and I’m not just talking about the physical scars either. I got a lot of shit going on in my head and none of it is going to be anything that can help me now that it’s over.” Xavier looks down on her hand over his, scarred by getting almost cooked alive in the oven that Mr. Jingles threw him into.”I just wish that I hadn’t convinced any of the others to go then none of us would have known what was waiting out there in those woods for us.”

He cocks an eyebrow at her and then shakes his head “I don’t think that I’m ever going to get over it and I don’t think I should. The whole thing was my fault, they’re all dead because of me.” Xavier then tilts his head to the side and looks at her “How long is it going to be before you get tired of listening to me moan and groan over my face and how I can’t get work because of it. People can only stand so much of me before they walk away Brooke.”

( 📼 : brooke : @xavierplympton1984​ )

Squeezing the scarred hand Brooke was reminded of just what Xavier had endured. How he had lost his life's passion of becoming an actor. She knew how sensitive he was about his looks but to her, he was still a very handsome man. He had a very good heart and that was what mattered most. She leaned in to rest a head on his shoulder just wanting to feel close.

"I think we both do. We think of all the things we could have done differently. All the what if's that we can't change no matter how much we wish we could. It will haunt us forever." It wasn't comforting but it was true. She knew that Xavier carried an especially heavy weight on his shoulders, blaming himself more than any of the other survivors because it was his idea. There was no way to change his mind. Brooke just tried to comfort him in any way she could.

"You've listened to me. You've put up with all my night terrors. Calling you in the middle of the night hysterical because I swore someone was in the house. You’ve been there for every bump in the night and you've never once gotten tired of it." She wasn't easy to deal with and she knew it. Neither of them were easy people and anyone else might have walked away from them. But they had a bond and that meant everything to her. "I think that should give you your answer right there."

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misc prompts for your feels

“ unique just means alone. ” “ i’m not afraid to die, just wish i could live a little first. ” “ i know i’m a monster, but you look at me like i’m a man. ” “ there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to keep you safe. ” “ we all have sins to pay penance for. ” “ don’t look at me like i’m a hero. you’ll only disappoint yourself. ” “ sometimes when you look at me it’s like…it’s like you’re staring straight past my flesh and into my soul. ” “ you make me want to live. ” “ i know i don’t deserve forgiveness, but i like the idea that some people think i might. ” “ i trust you with my life. ” “ you’re more like family to me than my own blood. ” “ i’ve never had any sort of family before. ” “ your life is far more precious than mine. ” “ i don’t care what happens to me. as long as you’re safe. ” “ i need you to live…cause if you’re gone then, i don’t know what the point of it all is anymore. ” “ i know i’m not the person you want, but i’m here. ” “ i love you, and i know you may never feel the same. but i’m okay with that. ” “ i couldn’t say no to you even if i wanted to. ” “ you’re worth more than this. ” “ why do you walk around as if you’re somehow less valuable than the rest of the world? ” “ please, let me help you. ” “ just let me do this for you. ” “ you do have something to live for. you have me. ” “ you’ll always have me. ” “ i see you. i know you feel so invisible all the time, but you’re not. not to me. ” “ it’s okay to be angry, you’re allowed to be upset about what happened to you. ” “ don’t you realize you deserve more than this? ” “ you’re not a machine or— or some thing. you’re a person, and i’m sorry anyone ever made you feel otherwise. ” “ please, just hold on a little longer. i can’t lose you too. ” “ this scar..what happened? ” “ if you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. ” “ you’re bleeding— how long have you been hiding this?! ” “ sometimes i realize one day i could die, i could just disappear and the world would be none the wiser. there’d be no one to miss me and that terrifies me more than death itself. ”  “ i’m not sure i know who i’m supposed to be anymore. ” “ my mind is so loud and i’m afraid it’ll never be quiet again. ” “ when i’m in a crowd i just want to melt away and yet, when i’m alone it’s somehow worse. ” “ loneliness is a poison and i’ve been drinking it for so long, i don’t there there’s an anecdote to save my soul. ” “ i don’t care if the world knows my name, i just want you to remember me. ” “ you deserve more than i could ever give you. ” “ i love you. i know that’s not enough, but i do. ” “ you’re safe with me, you always will be. ” “ you make me feel safe. like i’m allowed to be anything i want. ” “ i’d do anything to be the person you love again. ” “ i’ve got you, you’re safe. ” “ just rest, i’m here. ” “ you can stay with me tonight. ”

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( 📼 : brooke : open )

Another damned tourist? They’d gotten rid of most of them thirty years ago but occasionally there is a straggler that needs chasing off. Like this one. And she knows it all falls on her to get rid of her and as quickly as possible. Brooke chooses not to make herself known - at least not yet - as she follows along behind the living visitor snapping pictures as they wander along the main path.

Keeping an eye out for other vengeful spirits she finally reveals herself behind the human as she starts to enter one of the cabins. “You don’t want to go in there.” She walks around in front of them to intercept their entry. That was the cabin they tortured Ramirez in and the other ghosts would surely get angry if someone interrupted that. Probably even angry enough to kill the intruder “You really should leave. This place is filled with nothing but death.” The ghost does not want to see another living soul fall victim to Redwood and it’s eternal entrapment. “Let me walk you out.”