We Can Be Beautiful

“ miss persephone? what a name, i’m, uh… julia, ” she chuckled, unsure if she should include her title also. at the mention of a child, JULIA momentarily got flustered. “ oh? oh, i don’t have a child. yet. or, no, um… i’m not a parent. ” she offered an awkward smile. the question threw her, for some reason. “ i’m not picking up a little one, at all. i’m neither parent nor guardian. i was actually just walking by.  ”

For a moment she remained still and allowed her thoughts to soften before her glare dimmed and she shook her head. “No, I do not have an appointment. I do not mean to waste your time.” Lucy started before she began to turn from her friend. At least until she stopped herself. She lifted her lips to a smile and took a small breath. “I apologize. My name is Lucy and you look like a dear friend of mine. May I know your name?”

betty, or rather detective betty, was just getting herself familiar with the layout of this building when she realized that the secretary was not in fact at lunch, like she’d been told, so with a smile on her face she adjusted her backpack. “oh! uh no i don’t i just seem to have gotten myself turned around.”

coraline could practically hear her mothers voice in her ears, yelling about how it was raining and she should’ve stayed inside but instead she’d been running around in the rain, ducking into a building just to wring out her bright blue hair before getting ready to go back outside, only to manage to run into someone. someone who looked just like her. only with pink hair. “um. who are you? did the other mother send you?” she asked, narrowing her eyes to look at the other, before reaching up and poking her arm. “okay… so you’re real…”

amy was practically covered in paint, but she was smiling from ear to ear, so when she saw someone who looked just like her friend sophie she couldn’t wait to tell her about her new painting, though upon closer inspection this was not her friend, just someone who looked…. exactly, like her. “oh! well it’s not really that common, but it looks nice.”

willow had her nose in a spellbook, still trying to figure out some of what had happened on halloween, which of course without giles she had no leads, so she looked on her own, and she was so focused on her demon studies that she didn’t even notice that someone was in front of her until she’d run into them. “i’m sorry!” she said, quickly crouching to pick up her book. “i’m fine- are you okay?”

hermione had taken to studying near the fountain, they found the sound of the water comforting, today as they flipped through their weathered copy of ‘A History of Magic’ they heard someone talking, seemingly to themselves. what hermione saw was rather interesting, a young woman with incredibly long hair, hair so long that it could only be that way because of magic. shutting their book, hermione approached. “well- most people have likely never seen anything as… magical as that.”

❛  ( SAORISE RONAN )  ◈  dude, shut up ! ADORA GRAYSKULL from SHE-RA is on screen. their fans swear they’re just CAPABLE & COURAGEOUS, but we’ve all seen their RIGID & OVERWHELMED side ! according to TRUMAN WIKIA, they’re TWENTY THREE years old, LESBIAN, & identify as FEMALE ( SHE/HER ). they’re currently a POLICE OFFICER & are ENTHUSIASTIC about life in truman. luckily they have THEIR SWORD AND RED JACKET with them & can visit THE WHISPERING WILDS whenever they want. penned by PARVA.

In the shadows was where she belonged but the curiosity of familiarity caused her feet to move a bit closer than perhaps she would’ve ever allowed. However memories and desires of what used to be flowed through her head and tormented her form. Her feet were then in front of her oldest friend but words weren’t able to pass her lips. No matter the question, no matter the apologies, Lucy couldn’t bring herself to even greet her. Suddenly all her senses came to a stop and her focus was on how friend looked and anger grew deep in her breast. “He turned you too?” She glared, revenge mounting a list in her head as she vowed now to kill him.

sam supposed he wasn’t even used to being around the island anymore - it was.. too small, compared to the crowds of new york and.. even if he had come back for sansa, he was starting to feel.. trapped. he was starting to feel like he wasn’t meant to be here and.. well, that was never a good feeling.. was it? on his way to work, he noticed a few people staring at a girl - a girl with very, very long hair and.. he supposed it was normal here, considering there were people who.. had actually died and had been brought back. ah.. as if. he couldn’t imagine that.

dying? not for him. grinning at the girl, he shook his head. “well.. until this day, i hadn’t. you totally rock the look, though. whatever these people are saying.. they’re all idiots. ignore them.”

“Oh I mean I don’t know if they’re idiots.” Rapunzel laughed, feeling flattered by his words, “But thank you.” She pulled her brush through her hair once more, enjoying how smooth and soft it felt. Each individual strand was impossible to cut, and together it was even stronger. So she didn’t have to worry about split ends, but it was also impossible to get knots out, 

       ✳︎   /   𝙰𝙽𝚇𝙸𝙴𝚃𝚈  𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙼𝙱𝚂  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙳𝙴𝚁  𝙾𝙵  𝙷𝙴𝚁  𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙴 —— she does what she can to distract herself , twiddling her fingertips beneath the shoulder of the check in desk. if there’s anything she hates more , it’s new therapist jitters. it’s a dance she’s done one too many times before , but it never gets any easier. ❛ elizabeth saltzman , ❜ she answers , a sense of dreaded routine in her voice. ❛ the next lost cause on your roster. ❜

Peter was absolutely amazed by the hair of the girl in front of him.  “I mean I for sure haven’t!  How do you keep it from not getting knots in it?  Is it super heavy?”  Peter was super curious how it felt to carry it around on your shoulder

Misty smiled, genuinely touched that she thought it was nice.  “Thank you, I put a lot of hard work in here.  As I’m sure your mom did too.”  Misty touched the flowers in front of her lovingly as she thought of how much cares for them.  Just then she could swear she saw the other touched some around her and made them bloom a bit more.  Misty locked eyes with her and smiled slightly.  “I do!  But honestly for a fellow plant lover I’d just be happy that they go to a good home.”

ben had just been taking a walk, in order to clear his head from everything that had happened and everything he was still slowly, slowly remember, when he passed some kind of school. he could remember.. at least, he could remember that the school back in derry had been his favorite place in the entire town and.. the only place he felt safe in, when.. when he wasn’t with his friends. he had been so lost in thoughts that he barely noticed he was about to bump into someone - right until he did. “not your fault, it’s mine.. i wasn’t watching where i was going. i’m alright - you?”  he asked, running a hand through his hair.

when it came to the strange things that laurie had seen since coming to the island, ridiculously long hair wasn’t necessarily the most… bizarre thing she’d come across. though it did rank fairly high up there. she tried not to stare… unlike some others in the crowd, she focused her attentions on the open book in her hands. “i can’t say that i have personally,” she admitted when she heard the other speak, shaking her head, “people don’t need to stare though, it’s rude and… kind of weird.”