@lastedpromiseasked: 97 [ John To Abigail! ]

@lastedpromise asked: 97 [ john to abigail! ]

#𝟗𝟕: "𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺" - 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒂 / 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 !

i don't wanna be so shy... every time that I'm alone, I wonder why... hope that you will wait for me...

          life  with  john  has  been  anything  but  easy,  and  abigail  knows  that  in  another  life,  they  most  likely  wouldn’t  be  together.  in  all  honesty,  despite  her  school-girl  crush  on  him,  she  knows  that,  realistically,  had  she  never  fallen  pregnant  with  his  child,  nothing  would’ve  come  of  them.  john  wouldn’t  have  wanted  to  settle  down  with  her,  anyway,  she’s  sure.  still,  as  much  as  she  would  never  say  it  to  his  face,  abigail  knows  that  if  jack  had  to  be  the  child  of  anyone  at  the  camp,  she’s  glad  his  father  is  john.  she’d  never  had  any  doubts  about  it—even  if  john  had,  and  had  subsequently  deserted  them  for  a  year  as  a  result.  it’s  taken  them  both  a  long  while  to  accept  their  situation—more  so  john  than  herself—but  she  supposes,  when  it  comes  down  to  it,  she  loves  that  stupid,  foolish  man.

          abigail  loves  him  more  than  he  even  really  deserves,  but  it’s  an  unwavering  sort  of  love.  she  couldn’t  unlove  him  if  she  tried.  she’s  stuck  with  him,  and  he,  her.  together  for  the  long  haul  and  all  they  can  really  do  is  try  to  make  the  most  of  it.

          “ you’ll  see,  john, ”  she  tells  him  one  day,  voice  full  of  conviction.  “ you’ll  see  that  you’re  the  only  one  for  me. ”

@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 ! ”

                                               𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓.

featuring both canon and original muses from various medias including 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝟿-𝟷-𝟷: 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛, and more!

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

tagged by: @imaginarianisms tagging: anyone who wants to do this!

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐁 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

MINT

The world is a puzzle, so complex and multifaceted that you long to run your hands through the tapestry of its wonders and stay there forever, lost in the threads and colors and stories. You wish to stay there forever and you tell yourself it's to know the world but maybe it's not, maybe it's a fear that you're not enough, that you're so fragile and helpless in a world that moves too fast, to sharply, too many bright, painful colors that you stay locked inside your mind and thoughts, where you decide the tempo of your world, where you can grow and be as competent, as capable as you want, where the world is as wide as you can imagine it and never out of control unless you want it to be. Your shield is your knowledge, your mind, and you never feel ready enough for the world around you, never feel prepared enough, never safe, and you wonder if things could have been different, if you could have been better, happier, more like everyone else if you'd just known what you know now.

BASIL

You wear a thousand masks and you claim them all. You say they are all you, all parts of you but some of them you picked up when you needed to be brave, some you picked up when you failed because you were yourself, some of them you picked up because you needed to be stronger for someone smaller, better for someone bigger, useful for someone crueler, and you can't help but desperately scramble for first place, for usefulness, to prove you're worth keeping around, to prove you're the best, to prove you're good enough, valuable, enough. You just want someone to tell you you're enough. You strive for success, to be a role model, to take the lead, to be someone everyone loves, someone who can't fall, someone who can't be hurt the way you were once, the way you're running from even now. Sometimes you just want someone to hold your hand and let you spill all your broken fragments outward but you know you could never let it go. The only thing holding you together some days is the image of perfection and success and security and the worst part is that everyone else needs you to never falter either because you so often are the one holding everyone together too. You can't help but wonder if your emotions are ever your own, if you are just an actor in a life that's not your own, if you were cursed to be a mannequin, a doll, from the moment you were born and placed into a life where you were a child meant to be seen, not heard, to perform, not live, and the jealousy the injustice or the pain is fueled into masks as you take the world by storm.

73 [ aasim to ruby! ]

#𝟕𝟑: "𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾" - 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 / 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 !

your body gives, but then holds back... the sun is bright, the sky is black... [ ... ] your laughter, it lingers on... but you, you were almost gone...

          when  ruby  envisioned  her  life  with  aasim,  what  it  had  turned  into  had  not  been  what  she’d  expected  or  necessarily  wanted.  yes,  she’d  wanted  a  family  with  him—having  as  many  kids  as  they  had  wasn’t  the  problem—and  no,  she  didn’t  mind  that  he  had  to  take  time  for  his  work,  but  she  was  busy  too  and  still  had  to  take  care  of  everything  else.

          she’d  tried  to  be  patient  with  him,  tried  to  be  understanding—but  a  woman  could  only  take  so  much.  the  stress  of  her  job,  of  raising  their  kids,  and  fearing  over  whether  or  not  her  marriage  of  nearly  two  decades  was  finally  crumbling  weighed  on  her  too  heavily.  she  wasn’t  sure  how  much  more  she  could  take.

          when  aasim  had  dismissed  her  that  night  when  she  tried  to  get  him  to  come  to  bed,  the  tone  he’d  used  at  that,  she  found  herself  sighing  and  shaking  her  head;  begrudgingly  resigned  to  the  apparent  fate  they  had  waiting  for  them.

          “ can  only  be  another  sign, ”  she  muttered,  more  to  herself  than  to  aasim,  though  it  was  said  loud  enough  that  he  could  hear  if  he  was  paying  attention.  “ i  cannot  keep  what  isn’t  mine… ”