| IIRONICALLYDON'T HAVE A BROOM. ( CORDELIA GOODE ) - Tumblr Posts
“I had a Turkish Angora cat who was born with one brown eye and one blue. She was absolutely gorgeous.”
@wearscmethingblack | gave me their heart.
✣ | “ he’s a good guy, mother you can’t dislike him for being around ---------------------------- “
@wearscmethingblack // gave a heart for song
✣ | “ mother I KNOW that you’re tired of being ( a l o n e ) “ unsteady // x ambassadors
✣ | “ i stopped letting your self destruction effect MY sleep a long time ago ---------- ( & throat clear ) are you here for actual reasons ----------- or attention ? “
“—Yeah, well… you think you know everything these days. Go on thinking that, Delia, if that’s going to help you sleep at night.”
✣ | after --- the pause settles silent & a pin dropping would shatter ear drums in moment. “ mom, i told you i had a boyfriend. remember? --- & you waved it off as some passing fancy. well IT ISN’T. & you weren’t home we got -- ( smile smirk ) carried away. “
“I didn’t—say I disliked him. And ‘being around’ isn’t the same as ‘spending the night in your room without my knowledge.’ I thought we got past all of that after—I didn’t think you would be keeping things from me anymore.”
✣ | is it sad or twisted that our little future supreme KNOWS, just finds a way to live without feeling, caring. “ whatever ( game ) this is, im not playing. “
Oh, Delia, if only you knew.
“…We’re not doing this today.”
Or ever. Nails tap on the edge of her chair once and then twice, always moving when she’s nervous. “Would you believe me if—I told you I was sober?”
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All Foxxay Scenes First Meeting (3x08)
Whatever troubles y o u had, they are o u r s now.
✣ | & where is the fault that a girl with dyed curls is seemingly less interesting than dark& kaleidoscope colored glass? liquor is quicker. “ so i may have to go D A Y S without seeing my boyfriend just so y ----- ( don’t, not worth it. grit teeth. ) you bring randoms home all the time ! “
In all honesty, she barely remembers—maybe Delia had mentioned a boy, sure. “Christ, Delia, I didn’t—wave anything off.” Yes, Fiona. You did. Or, more aptly, you drank it away. “Just because I’m not home doesn’t give you the liberty to—” Who was she kidding? “—Look, don’t do it again, all right? If he wants to come over here while I’m home, fine. Have at it. But I don’t want to be worrying about you every time I go out.”
✣ | “ you have no reason to fear me ----- “
@adroitbedfellows;
“So you are a witch – - does that mean I am supposed to be afraid of you?”
✣ | there is truth in that phrasing. of people never coming out of comas. they are long & mysterious in however heart wrenching they are. it’s been two days. && it will take much longer before any type of sign, for any sort of HOPE. it will take this one just over the brim of two weeks to stutter in sleep. to squeeze mother’s hand as if it was all able to be felt in the entire universe. but truthfully at that point it was ----- ( time skip, two weeks & a day or so ) “ mother --- you should go home. i’ll be fine. ---- “ as shitty as own body must have looked, battered & bruised & broken - her mother’s seemed to take on something worse. worry was a fucked disease. & cordelia knew it - for every syllable over that two week span stuck in ears, in mind, in heart. in soul.
It’s every mother’s nightmare—one Fiona never, ever imagined herself actually truly living. Except maybe she’s been training for this moment for sixteen years; slowly preparing herself to get that phone call. Your daughter has been in an accident. A car accident, she assumed, because what else would one think—-but that isn’t it at all, and the reality is much, much harder to swallow.
Time passes strangely in hospitals—-she doesn’t know how long she’s been sitting there, perched on the side of Delia’s bed, forgoing the chair beside it entirely. This is all wrong, and all very much Fiona’s fault. Oh, she knows. Knows the rift between them has everything to do with her and her shortcomings as a mother, as a human being. And what’s worse—there is nothing she can do to fix it. Magic doesn’t matter now; magic will solve nothing. No incantation can reverse the damage done by alcohol and pills and whatever else flooded Cordelia’s system, causing this catastrophic and seemingly permanent reactive state. She will not say coma; she will not even think it. The doctors have said it; Fiona has chosen to ignore it. Her daughter is not in a coma. People don’t come out of comas.
“Birdie—” Trembling fingers reach out to brush through honey-spun strands, and for at least the tenth time, Fiona wonders if any of her words are able to be heard. Maybe it’s just white noise in there. Maybe it’s pure silence. But maybe… “—It’s Mama, honey. I’m right here with you, I’ve been here… I don’t know how long, but I’m not going to leave you alone. I need you to wake up for me, babe. I need you to open your eyes, or—squeeze my hand, if you can hear me. I’m not upset with you, I promise you that.”
american horror story meme | eight female characters
“I don’t belong here anymore. I don’t belong anywhere.”
✣ | yes, because who would go home with someone drunk off their mind & stumbling so hard the world shakes beneath their feet // a drunk witch was like a grenade in the hands of the most RECKLESS child. ( don’t say it, swallow it back down. she’s your m o t h e r ---- she loves you. at least when it matters. ) “ ------------ ... he’s good to me. & i’m not banning him from this house just because you like to go out every evening. “
“—Just so I can what, Cordelia?”
Asking for it. You are asking for it, Fiona, and you will be goddamn sorry. They’ve been in this place before, and the last time… it didn’t end well.
“You are eighteen years old–” …And just like that, she has no ground to stand on. Cordelia is, indeed, eighteen years old. “—And you do not get to talk to me that way.” Two fingers drift up to press between her brows, headache still pounding away courtesy of last night’s whiskey. “I don’t bring anyone home, and you goddamn well know that.” Maybe that’s an exaggeration—but it’s been a while, at least.
@wearscmethingblack | stabbed my heart
☩ | “ could you at very least PRETEND to have interest in this conversation, mother honestly ------------ ( & almost giddy ) MOTHER. “
☩ | “ i need to tell you something --- but you can’t tell beck i told you first he’ll be heartbroken. “
“—You have my full attention, I don’t know what more you want. What’s gotten into you, anyhow?”
☩ |“ let’s just say i hope you have room somewhere in that heart for at least one more g r a n d c h i l d . “
“Scout’s honor. Now—don’t keep me in suspense.”
@fionagoode
#DEFECTIVEWITCH // “ --- you know i’m sort of glad i never had a dance. theres more effort in this than any spell or curse. “
fionagoode:
“Don’t tell them that.” Uttered with a huff of a dry laugh, “To be honest with you, babe, I’m surprised Aspen wants to go at all.”
#DEFECTIVEWITCH // “ ivy’s making her dress. i don’t understand why asp won’t do the same. -- everything in these pages is all glitter & no fabric ---- “