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this blog has been archived.  you can find me at the same url if you still wish to follow.<3

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on either side of them the trees,  silent,  relinquished the dark color they had held,  paled,  grew transparent and stood white and ghastly against the black sky.  the grass was colorless,  the path wide and black;  there was nothing else.

independent multi-muse.  written by amber.  ©️

#follow the new account if you're still interested<3 #* the moon will sing a song for me ( self promo. )

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on either side of them the trees,  silent,  relinquished the dark color they had held,  paled,  grew transparent and stood white and ghastly against the black sky.  the grass was colorless,  the path wide and black;  there was nothing else.

independent multi-muse.  written by amber.  ©️

#* the moon will sing a song for me ( self promo. )

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this blog has been archived.  you can find me at the same url if you still wish to follow.<3

#* amber's corner ( psa. )

[greymoralities-archived]

this blog has been archived.  you can find me at the same url if you still wish to follow.<3

#* amber's corner ( psa. )

[greymoralities-archived]

this blog has been archived.  you can find me at the same url if you still wish to follow.<3

#* amber's ramblings ( ooc. )

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alright,  i’m going to try archiving this blog and setting up a new one.  my muse list is going to greatly diminish.

#* amber's ramblings ( ooc. )

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i want to write here but i can’t seem to make myself.  idk if i need to archive and remake,  edit my muse list,  or what but i’m frustrated bc i keep logging in to write and then doing absolutely nothing

#* amber's ramblings ( ooc. )

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i have broken the spell of Hill House and somehow come inside. i am home, she thought, and wondered at the thought. i am home, i am home

i read the haunting of hill house for the first time in hopes that it would make me want to draw environments. whether or not i will actually commit to drawing more than a staircase remains to be seen, but the book was extremely good regardless so im very glad i read it.

#* eleanor vance ( vis. )

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got the updated co/vid booster earlier and i am feeling surprisingly fine so far.  my arm isn’t even that sore.

i don’t trust it,  but i’ll take it while it lasts!

#* amber's ramblings ( ooc. ) #ask to tag.

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just submitted the paper i’ve been working on for like... 6 weeks.  fingers crossed i ace it!

#it's on macbeth and witches in elizabethan england #and how they relate to modern culture #* amber's ramblings ( ooc. )

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@zayahankypanky asked: shawn hunter or eric matthews?

#* shawn hunter ( vis. )

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”You can call me anything you like.“, Heavenly Creatures (1994)

#* robin buckley ( dyn. robin x vic. ) #* eleanor vance ( dyn. eleanor x theodora. ) #* robin buckley ( dyn. robin x chrissy. ) #* robin buckley ( dyn. robin x nancy. )

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“I could help her in her shop, Eleanor thought; she loves beautiful things and I would go with her to find them. We could go anywhere we pleased, to the edge of the world if we liked, and come back when we wanted to.”

        ―Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

[Caption: various images to convey an aesthetic. The set includes the chimney inside a fancy room in an old house; red flat shoes; two women in mid-twentieth century sharing a kiss; art supplies; the hand of a woman wearing a yellow sweater, wearing yellow nail polish; and the obscured stairs of an old house.]

#* eleanor vance ( character study. ) #* eleanor vance ( dyn. eleanor x theodora. ) #ugh please #i shipped them so hard #IN THE NOVEL NOT IN THE SHOW

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MAYA HAWKE Photographed by Josh Goleman recording Moss at the Long Pond Studios

#* robin buckley ( vis. ) #long post //

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robin stopping a make-out session she doesn’t actually want to stop only to nervously ramble because she’s worried about being perceived is peak robin energy

#* robin buckley ( character study. )

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vic​.

the verbal confirmation isn’t needed; she knows without that, without even the nod of robin’s head that this is a good experience. still, there’s a little skip in the beat of her heart with the confirmation, with the sound of robin’s voice, heat creeping up the back of her neck in response. 

if she’d been able to ignore that before? vic knows she can’t now - not with the way she’s caught robin’s gaze dipping to her mouth more than once now. she tightens the grip she has on her shirt, afraid of what she might do if she lets go. patience has never been her strong suit, and she can practically hear the little voice in her head chanting go big or go home, which is like - super not helpful when she’s trying to be chill and let robin set the pace here.

thoughts stutter to a stop when she’s kissed, when arms wind around her waist. without pause, her grip on robin’s shirt loosens, arms sliding up and around her shoulders to pull her closer.

robin has nothing in her life to compare this moment to.  nothing she’s accomplished or experienced measures up to this.  she knows that,  on a biological level,  she’s experiencing a flood of oxytocin,  so maybe her judgment is skewed.  still,  right now she feels like she’s fucking flying,  and she desperately wants to hold on to this feeling. vic’s arms around her neck only amplify it.

she feels even bolder.  she explores the sensation of her hands gliding along the clothed surface of vic’s back.  robin feels the warmth of her skin through the shirt and imagines what it might feel like without the shirt in the way.  she imagines slipping her hands beneath the shirt and letting her hands roam vic’s bare skin.  a quiet whimper escapes and,  embarrassed,  robin pulls back.  she immediately misses the close contact.

“fuck.”  she feels shaky.  it doesn’t feel like a panic attack,  but it feels exactly like one at the same time.  vic seems so confident.  she knows exactly what she’s doing.  meanwhile,  robin feels like she’s floundering.  god,  vic must think she’s such a loser.  breathless,  she breaks the silence.  “i’m sorry,  i—  i just don’t know what i’m doing and i feel like i’m going to do something wrong,  and i really like you and don’t want you to...  i don’t know?  judge me for doing or saying something weird.  so i might as well just quit while i’m ahead,  right?”  shut up,  robin.  shut.  up.  “fuck.”

#kissmedcadly #* robin buckley ( threads. ) #welcome to robin lol #i'm sorry this is your chosen makeout partner #p.s. she doesn't actually want to stop #she just needs to get out of her head #iconless //