* Witcheri.

♡* ♱    witcheri.

laura lee was lucky that frankie didn't have any fight left in her , or she would have punched her in the face for that comment . instead , she just mustered up enough energy to push laura lee's hand away from her face . ❝ me ? ❞ she bit out , clearly offended by the suggestion. ❝ i need to stop ? me ? ❞ she continued , waiting for the other girl to clarify that she heard her wrong . but then laura lee was reaching for her hand , and it eased some of her fury . ( some of it . ) ❝ i don't know that actually , ❞ she argued , because she didn't . she felt so helpless that she needed to do something . and god , she wasn't doing anything . not really . all she was doing was defending her brother . anyone would do the same if they were in her shoes , anyone . she could see right through laura lee's little helpful act . she was trying to keep frankie out of trouble . and damnit , it was working . ❝ i — fine. ❞ she conceded, folding her arms over her chest. ❝ you can come with me . i just want to find my brother , laura lee . that's all i want. ❞

              oh,  dear  Lord,  why  did  she  say  that?  she  shouldn’t  have  said  anything,  she  should  never  say  anything.  why  does  she  ever  say  anything?  she  ruins  everything.  good  catholic  girls  aren’t  supposed  to  ruin  everything.  suddenly,  not  so  firm,  she  presses  again,  gaze  flickering  down  to  her  lap,  to  the  wall,  away  from  frankie’s  harsh  brown  hues.    “  yes,  i  think-  i  think  you’re  …  you’re  going  to  make  everyone  mad  at  you,  you’re  getting  in  trouble.  it’s  not  good  for  you,  frankie.  it’s  not  good  for  eddie.  ”    something  sharp  stabs  at  her,  a  shard  of  glass  at  her  heart  as  she  says  his  name.  she  can  feel  it,  she  knows.  but  he  wouldn’t  want  this,  not  if  it  got  frankie  hurt  or  worse.  she  sighs,  heavy,  laura  lee’s  eyes  find  frankie’s  at  last.    “  i  know,  i  know,  i’m  so  sorry.  but-  but  fighting?  that’s  not  helping  find  him.  you’re  my  friend,  i  don’t  want  you  to  get  hurt.  he  wouldn’t  want  that  either.  ”

i remember that time you told me you said "love is touching souls" surely you touched mine 'cause part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time oh, you're in my blood like holy wine

i give up trying to edit the tumblr post so instead here is my personal canon timeline

୨୧˚♡* ♱    starter call, accepting.    ( @ilvaites​ )

                positioned  behind  the  prophet,  she  sits,  a  strange  peace  flowing  through  her.  no  doubt  the  cause  of  lottie’s  ever  glowing  light,  a  holiness  laura  lee  wishes  she  could  hold  in  her  hand,  hold  up  to  the  sun  and  watch  it  spin.  laura  lee  hums  gently,  a  familiar  tune  that  sits  heavy  on  her  throat.  psalm  eighteen,  she  still  remembers.  for  strength.  cautious  fingers  opt  for  gentleness  and  focus,  instead  of  speed,  twining  hair  together  so  it’s  neat  and  tidy,  freshly  clean  from  the  lake  and  scarcely  more  than  two  drops  of  rationed  soap.    (  the  Lord  is  my  rock  and  my  fortress  and  my  deliverer,  my  God,  my  rock,  in  whom  i  take  refuge,  my  shield  …    )    she  breathes  in  her  nose,  out  her  mouth.  they  will  be  okay,  blessed  from  above.  they  will.    “  that’s  not  too  tight,  is  it?  ”

I guess I wanted to ask you something. I think it’s about God. I think I’m seeing things. In the Bible, people had visions, right? Like prophets and stuff? I was taught that visions were God’s way of communicating. They could either be a warning or a revelation. But how did they know they weren’t just crazy? I think because God gave them faith.

Lost season 1 episode 1 “Pilot: Part 1″ (2005) dir. J.J. Abrams Yellowjackets season 1 episode 2 “F Sharp” (2021) dir. Jamie Travis