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like this and i will follow u from my new blog x

i’m going to be very picky though, i’m going primarily friends only and only writing w people who actually write and interact w me, but also respect my time as i’m going to be a little slow. im a teaching assistant now and that takes 99% of my time and brain power

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like this and i will follow u from my new blog x

i’m going to be very picky though, i’m going primarily friends only and only writing w people who actually write and interact w me, but also respect my time as i’m going to be a little slow. im a teaching assistant now and that takes 99% of my time and brain power

#ooc.

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hi guys!! i’m really low on cash right now, so i’m taking commissions again! my job is a lot less physically / mentally demanding now than before, (i’m a teacher’s assistant now!!) you can view all of my commission information right here, and message me here on this blog if you’re interested!!! thank you so much!

#ooc. #haha pls commission me im so broke rn :')

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IM KINDA thinking about remaking and changing serenas fc but idk to who - does anyone have any suggestions? blonde girls w big ol eyes

#ooc.

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hi, life has me very tired.

#ooc. #im still beeboppin around #out here #just. vibes all around #i wish i had the energy to write or exist but i just ... dont atm #idk why maybe it's just a depression episode #im even unmotivated at work and generally i like my job #so idk ! im vibing

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going on a hiatus for a couple weeks x

#ooc. #ill b back im always back

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“      i   would   say   you’re   right   about   that  ,    but   you   needn’t   apologize   for   it.      it   takes   time  ,    that’s   all.      one   can   spend   years   in   the   political   ring   and   not   know   everything.      i’m   sure   bail   would   tell   you   the   same.      ”        releasing   serena’s   hand  ,    breha   smiles   at   her  ,    almost   as   though   serena   is   a   small  ,    frightened   animal.      such   anxiety.      she   only   hopes   that   continued   time   in   her   presence   will   ease   it.        “      speaking   of  ,    bail   and   i   intended   to   have   lunch   on   the   northern   terrace  ,    but   his   duties   have   him   trapped   in   his   study.      perhaps   you   would   like   to   join   me   in   his   stead.      ”

breha’s  assessment  is  not  far  from  the  truth.          serena’s  mind  whirs  with  the  invitation ,     wanting  to  deny  if  only  to  save  herself  the  hurt  of  being  in  his  wife’s  presence . . .          but  nothing  comes  to  mind.          she  doesn’t  want  breha  to  think  she  dislikes  her ,     either ,     or  to  cause  any  discord  to  someone  who’s  only  ever  been  kind  to  her     ━━     particularly  now ,     when  she  needs  it  the  most.                    ❝          yes . . .          of  course.          i  . . .          ❞                      her  next  words  surprise  herself ,     a  small ,     soft  smile  coming  to  her  lips.                      ❝          i  would  like  that.          bail  does  work  so  hard  . . .          ❞

#lamehnt #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 —— the ballad of a dove . #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 —— there was happiness . #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐈 ⁚ 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑳𝑺 —— this is the end of the age of heroes .

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-ˋˏ*・★。STARTER CALL → ACCEPTING !

               She’s gasping for air ,  injury tightening her chest   (  but it’s not anything the   all powerful jedi   hadn’t encountered before ,   so why does she look like she’s gravely injured ?   )     ANSWER:  FEAR .     The fractures in her chest are reminding her all too intimately what it feels to not be able to breathe ,   how it feels to die .           ❝   Your brother …..  cannot know about this ,   promise me .   ❞          //   @saintslip   !

serena  cradles  sierra  in  her  arms ,     her  own  fear  palpable  and  overwhelming.          no  ,     no ,     i  need  to  help  you  somehow  . . .          but  all  she  can  do  is  sit  aside  helplessly  while  sierra’s  body  takes  care  of  itself.

it’s  too  much  to  witness ,     but  serena  will  never  leave  her.

❝          what ?          ❞                    she  gasps ;     it’s  the  last  thing  on  her  mind  right  now ,     and  she’s  surprised  that  it’s  on  sierra’s.                  ❝          i  don’t  understand ,     i  can’t  keep  secrets  from  him  . . .          ❞

#xenovair #SERENA VC THATS NOT MY MAIN CONCERN RN !!!!!!! #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 —— the ballad of a dove . #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 —— there was happiness . #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐈 ⁚ 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑳𝑺 —— this is the end of the age of heroes .

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#◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 —— there was happiness . #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 —— what must it be like ‚ to grow up that beautiful ?

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Torrin A. Greathouse, Medusa with the Head of Perseus

#◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 —— there was happiness . #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝟏𝟎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 ⁚ 𝑱𝑶𝑯𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬 —— he’s good & he’s bad & he’s all that i’ve got . #❪ 10MMANDMENTS ❫

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❝ never you mind the tulips !  they can be very ,  very rude ,  you know . ❞  the smallest tut from alice ,  holding fast to her companion’s hand as they made their way through the underbrush .

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁'𝚂 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝙿𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙳 .  the fresh pink paint is still dripping from the dyed blue wood .

❝ of course ,  i have found most plants to be rather terrible conversationalists …  𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐥 .  we’re almost there ! ❞  she smiles brightly ,  squeezing serena’s hand gently ,  and ducking beneath a particularly stubborn branch .

❝ we mustn’t be late ,  otherwise he shall be very cross .  i hope you brought your appetite for tea ? ❞

wonderland ;     the  rules  made  no  sense  to  serena ,     the  unrules  or  tips  and  advice  that  alice  kindly  shares ,     yet  something  about  it  was  so  deeply  enchanting.          she  gives  her  hand  a  squeeze ,     deriving  comfort  from  her  touch.          this  place  would  be  far  too  overwhelming  alone.

everything  recaptures  her  attention ,     making  her  look  one  way  than  the  next.         she  almost  doesn’t  catch  alice’s  next  comment.

❝          oh ,      that’s  interesting.          the  soil.          do  you  think  it’s  different  from  the  other  soil ?          ❞                   but  then ,     of  course  it  is.

❝          yes ,     i  did.          i  love  tea.          what  is  he  like ?          the  ,     um ,     mad  hatter ?          ❞

#lespersonnes #OOOOOOO SPICY #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 —— the ballad of a dove . #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 —— there was happiness . #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐈 ⁚ 𝑴𝑨𝑰𝑵 —— an imaginary girl in her fairytale world .

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     ONE WOULD THINK MUSEUMS WOULD BE UNBEARABLE FOR HER. thousands of years of history, of hands, of creators and thieves and archivists and - and - and ought to be LOUD beyond belief, but there is something about them that is oddly … BERABLE. more-so than a crowded street of lives. objects are easier. they do not tend to shift too rapidly themselves, not like the constant freefall of a human life. OF MOST HUMAN LIVES, of nearly all human lives, of the human lives of people who shift and change day to day.

     THOSE WHO STAY STILL ARE JUST AS … OVERWHELMING. it’s not a surprise. it can’t be. circe knew when putting on her rain jacket and picking up her umbrella and beginning the walk from her month-to-month lease apartment ( she doesn’t take the train, even if it would be easier, the sound of breaks and lives and breathing and ending and beginning too much in the enclosed space ) to the metropolitan museum of art who she would come across. where they would come across each other. what time of day. SHE STILL WASN’T READY THOUGH. she never is. circe stumbles a little sideways at the onslaught of - - - TERROR, really, body stuck like in amber, kept one way - - - that trails serena carlisle like the wake off a ship. “sorry,” the word sticks to the back of her throat and she clears it, taking a step back, “sorry.” WHAT IS SHE APOLOGIZING FOR? what she knows? what serena has seen? stumbling into her? circe bites a lip and backs away another half step, eyes distant, the acrid smell of poison burning her nose.

the  museum  is  her  home  away  from  home.          the  stage  would  always  be  where  she  belonged ,     where  she  shined ;     but  the  museum  was  where  she  fit  in.          a  living  dead  girl  amongst  objects  that  had  lived  beyond  their  time ,     beyond  their  usefulness.          serena  feels  the  same  way.          at  least  these  items ,     these  paintings  and  wax  figures ,     can  all  be  repurposed  into  something  new ;     something  to  learn  from.

the  same  couldn’t  be  said  for  her.

the  girl  bumps  her  shoulder ,     and  a  few  pens  and  the  top  paper  slip  from  serena’s  grasp ,     but  she  manages  to  keep  hold  of  everything  else  in  her  hands     ━━     looking  over ,     she  hears  the  quiet  apologies ,     but  there’s  something  else  that  catches  more  of  her  attention :     the  fact  that  the  girl  looks  absolutely  terrified.

❝          um ,     it’s  okay.          it’s  okay ,     i’m  not  upset.          ❞

#circc #thank u for this !! #ITS SO MUCH IM SO SORRY FOR HER #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 —— the ballad of a dove . #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 —— there was happiness . #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐈 ⁚ 𝑴𝑨𝑰𝑵 —— an imaginary girl in her fairytale world .

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 ?

PALM.      you  give  and  give.     you  are  a  gentle  heart ,     broken  but  still  standing...     always  lending  a  hand  for  those  who  need  it ,     expecting  nothing  in  return.     you  deserve  someone  taking  your  hand  and  kissing  your  open  palm ,     the  hands  which  have  selflessly  helped  so  many  others.

tagged by :     @vicioushope  &     @sorehsu  <3

tagging :     @ofthestcrs ,   @17goiingunder​  /  @distantsuns​

#MY OUCHIES ... its true kiss serena's palm and she will openly weep #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 —— there was happiness . #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 —— slow motion ‚ double vision in rose blush .

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serena  was  inspired  to  begin  by  ballet  by  her  mother.     while  she  was  never  at  the  level  that  serena  is ,     emilia  very  much  enjoyed  dancing.         she  was  passionate ,     and  didn’t  quit  up  until  she  learned  she  was  pregnant  with  august.          she  was  disappointed  when  august  didn’t  show  any  interest  in  ballet ,     and  ecstatic  when  serena  took  quickly  to  her  lessons.          though  emilia  had  august  as  well ,     it  wasn’t  difficult  to  tell  that  serena  was  the  favorite.          serena  still  has  an  old  pair  of  her  mother’s  pointe  shoes.

emilia  made  it  as  far  as  the  corps ,     and  was  obsessed  with  serena’s  ballet  career     ━━     she  made  sure  serena  had  everything  for  it ,     and  going  so  far  as  to  relocate  with  serena  when  she  went  to  schools  abroad.

#changing serenas mom's name again bc i love stress ! #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 —— there was happiness . #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 —— unravel me ‚ unravel my soul .

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The kiss is a reminder that he is wanted. It takes him out of the dreadful trance that maybe it all had been just a dream. The confessions. His eyes flutter before landing on her flushed cheeks when she pulls away. The smile on her soft features could bloom flowers in the darkest reaches of the galaxy. Nev swears on it. He listens to her speak, but his eyes stay on her lips. Watches them form the words and reads them more than he really hears them. Her actual voice a hum that warms his chest before her last words pulled something from him. Not exactly panic. Surprise? Perhaps.

“Somewhere you want .. to take me?” His eyes glitter with more questions but he can’t fathom how to ask them and likely they’d be answered by whatever left her lips next.

her  smile  widens  as  she  watches  him.          nev  reveres  her  in  a  way  serena  never  thought  possible ,     not  since  so  long  ago ;     and  certainly  never  thought  she  deserved.          it  feels  nice.          he  feels  nice.          she  doesn’t  want  to  step  away  from  him ,     so  she  only  moves  back  a  step ,     in  case  anyone  were  to  chance  upon  them.

❝          my  home.          solelle.          i  haven’t  been  there  in  a  long  time ,     but  i  still  remember  it  so  clearly.          almost  like  you  would.          ❞

#ofthestcrs #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 —— the ballad of a dove . #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ⁚ 𝑺𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑳𝑺 —— i’m not the same ‚ don’t call my name .

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          swirling about them in a   abyssal haze,   vader’s aggravation is palpable within the force. heavy on the senses, weightier on the mind. it makes his leather gloves creak with a murderous grip hidden beneath his cloak. dark, transparisteel lenses level a guise of a    CRUEL,   INDIFFERENT  gaze  —  and beneath it, vader’s own luminescent, amber   stare   isn’t too far off. 

         ❛  —    what   …   did the   emperor    tell you,   @saintslips​?   ❜

serena  feels  the  weight  of  darth  vader  like  a  blanket ,     sopping  wet ,     heavy  and  clinging  to  her  skin.          his  presence  is  thick ,     and  impossible  to  ignore . . .          but  it  doesn’t  stop  her  from  trying.          her  index  finger  tap ,     tap ,     taps  the  table’s  surface  before  she  glances  up  at  him.

❝          if  the  emperor  wanted  you  to  know ,     you  would  have  been  present ,          ❞                    serena  says ,     in  ever  her  ever  gentle  voice.           the  sentence  is  matter  -  of  -  fact ,      but  she  knows  this  isn’t  the  end  of  it.

#jedishame #IF VADER WANTS TO COMMENT ON THE DYAD THATD BE MAD HOT #n i can always tell u more abt that later bc it is Chefs Kiss #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 —— the ballad of a dove . #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐕 ⁚ 𝑰𝑴𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺 —— it’s not the waking ‚ it’s the rising.

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“Well, then, it’s a good thing that you’re not Sophia, is it?” He takes a sip of the scalding coffee, but doesn’t flinch, because now he’s pissed off. It’s so easy to set Dave off these days, that hair-trigger temper wins him no friends. “You don’t understand. As a tennis player, it’s just—” He lets out a petulant sigh. “It’s for the better that you don’t get it, really.” A pause. He feels slightly bad now that he’s snapped at Serena. “Wouldn’t you rather I spent more time with you?”

in  a  flash ,     serena’s  expression  changes  from  that  of  a  soft  disapproval  to  hurt ;     𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬  𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐭  𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ,     lips  pouting     ━━     she  once  again ,     isn’t  surprised  by  dave’s  words  or  anger ,     but  it  doesn’t  ease  the  sting.          then ,     her  green  eyes  roll ,      and  serena  instead  stands  to  focus  on  her  reflection  in  the  mirror ,     fixing  her  hair ,     as  if  there  were  ever  a  blonde  lock  out  of  place.                    ❝          people  will  say  things . . .          if  you’re  spending  more  time  with  me  than  with  𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓  𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆          ❞                      her  voice  is  quieter  than  before ,     a  soft  sigh.                      ❝          i  might  not  know  what  it’s  like  to  play  tennis ,     or  be  a  tennis  player ,     it’s  true ,     but  that  doesn’t  mean  i  don’t  understand  the  pressure.          ❞

#17goiingunder #serena vc . ouchie :( #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 —— the ballad of a dove . #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 —— there was happiness . #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐕 ⁚ 𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 —— someone to watch me die .