@lastedpromiseasked: 24 [ Tara To Carys! ]

@lastedpromise asked: 24 [ tara to carys! ]

#𝟐𝟒: "𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻𝑺!" - 𝒔𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 / 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 !

are you messing with me ? is this some kind of fucked up joke ? 'cause I checked yesterday... and that's not where I left your coat...

          carys  doesn’t  know  tara,  not  really.  and  yet,  the  word  vomit  simply  cannot  cease.  she  doesn’t  really  have  anyone  to  talk  to  aside  from  a  few  people  on  the  internet  that  she  really  doesn’t  know.  tara  just  so  happens  to  be  one  of  the  poor,  unfortunate  souls  that  she  happened  to  stumble  into  in  real  life;  said  soul  who  just  so  happened  to  be  kind  enough  to  initiate  small  talk  with  her.

          carys,  in  her  colorful  striped  sweater  with  a  bow  around  her  ponytail  deceived  many  people  into  thinking  that  she  was,  indeed,  normal—well,  the  folks  who  weren’t  typically  from  around  there,  or  the  ones  who  didn’t  really  know  of  her,  at  least.  she’d  never  seen  tara  before,  but  tara  was  nice—nicer  than  most  of  the  people  carys  engaged  with.  she’d  probably  thought  the  small  talk  would  start  and  end  with  a  good  book  recommendation,  but  it  had  snowballed  into  carys  oversharing  and  telling  tara  all  about  how  at  least  when  she  was  at  work,  she  didn’t  have  her  mother  breathing  down  her  neck—most  times,  anyway.  it  certainly  didn’t  stop  her  mother  from  trying  to  call  or  text  at  times,  much  to  carys’  chagrin  on  the  days  where  she  forgets  to  mute  her  phone.

          “ you  should  feel  my  heartbeat  every  time  i  hear  my  phone, ”  she  explains,  maybe  a  little  too  animatedly,  hand  moving  to  her  chest.  “ i  mean,  i  love  my  mom,  really,  but  she  just—she  can  be  a  bit  much… ”  it  takes  a  few  beats  before  carys  realizes  that  she,  too,  happens  to  be  ‘a  bit  much’;  like  mother,  like  daughter,  she  supposes.

          embarrassment  flutters  across  her  features  before  she’s  giving  tara  a  way  out  of  their,  admittedly,  mostly  one-sided  conversation.

          “ but,  uh—i’m  sorry,  i—i  don’t  mean  to  hold  you  up ! ”

In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED,  send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song.

now that my tag dumps are outta the way, i'll make each muse a little character banner (as much as i love icons, i cannot be bothered to make a bunch of icons for every muse i have) and then i'll start on the asks i've received!

not tumblr not showing my posts on the dash... this is homophobic.

sophie tag dump:

[ snooping maid. ] sophie r. / answered. [ snooping maid. ] sophie r. / about. [ snooping maid. ] sophie r. / headcanon. [ snooping maid. ] sophie r. / interaction. [ snooping maid. ] sophie r. / style. [ snooping maid. ] sophie r. / aesthetic. [ snooping maid. ] sophie r. / likes. [ snooping maid. ] sophie r. / fc. [ snooping maid. ] sophie r. / reply. [ snooping maid. ] sophie r. / musings. [ snooping maid. ] sophie r. / music. [ snooping maid. ] sophie r. / visage. re: sophie / andrew

81 [ javi to kate! ]

#𝟖𝟏: "𝑨𝑻 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑰 𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑲 𝑪𝑶𝑶𝑳" - 𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒙 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒏 / 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 !

at some house in malibu... taking pictures by the pool... doing things I'd never do...

          it was  a  nasty  habit,  and  she  knew  it,  but  smoking  weed  was  one  of  the  only  sure  fire  ways  she  knew  that  eased  her  nerves.  first,  it  helped  to  calm  her  down  when  her  parents  became  too  much,  then  it  soothed  her  anxiety  whenever  david  would  get  on  her  ass  about  something,  but  nowadays,  it was  a  way  to  cope  with  how  shit  the  world  had  become.  after  all,  it  wasn’t  everyday  that  you  had  to  worry  about  the  undead  eating  you…  or  it  used  to  not  be  that  way.

          but  now,  the  world  was  over,  and  kate  had  to  raise  children  who  weren’t  even  technically  hers.  they  sure  didn’t  have  any  qualms  in  making  it  known  that  she  wasn’t  their  favorite  person,  anyway.  that  was  the  dynamic:  javi,  the  cool  uncle  and  kate,  the  mean  stepmom.  she  wasn’t  expecting  it  to  change  any  time  soon,  either.

          “ you  really  shouldn’t  be  so  cocky  about  it, ”  kate  told  javi,  in  reference  to  him  being  the  ‘cool’  uncle.  “ it’s  a  poor  look. ”  she  took  a  drag  from  her  blunt,  and  as  she  exhaled,  she  continued,  “ now  i…  see,  i  know  i’m  not  cool—forever  the  mean  stepmom—but…  at  least  i  look  cool… ”