Work in Progress

first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go

the world is a strange and wonderous place

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to deny location sharing and turn off personalized ads and reject all non-essential cookies and not set up siri and face ID

i can’t stop thinking about ilya clubbing circa 2011. diesel jeans, shitty prada button up, hair absolutely CRISPY with gel. cliff marleau on his left tricked out head to toe in ed hardy. cloud of fucking paco robanne in the booth. cîroc with a sparkler sticking out of the neck. “this my fucking song, marly!” and it’s david guetta’s ‘where them girls at.’ he’s so drunk, he’s so loud, he’s got the drips, he’s spent $2300 in two hours. no one knows he’s gonna be gay married in ten years. i have to cry!

im not the same person i was when I pulled that meat out of the freezer this morning. I've changed. i don't have that in me anymore. ive moved on

i need to see rose angry. like, absolutely losing her shit angry. she’s so sweet and caring and understanding of everything and everyone and “oh yeah that’s totally okay!!! don’t even worry about it!!!” and i just think she deserves to come home after a long day on set and see that her asshole neighbour parked too close to her again and to just start screaming and kicking his car before breaking down and realizing “hey maybe everything isn’t okay and i need to deal with years of pent up emotions.” i think that would be good.

get shane some pwhl lesbians and ilya some drunk bathroom girls NOW

Literally amazing that there’s a predator that goes “mrrp” and you’re allowed to have one in your house

ilya is high one time and it’s nearing the end of august and he’s sitting on the back porch of the cottage and anya is laying on the floor beside him while he idly scritches at her ears. they’re watching the sun set as a chill breeze whistles through the trees. anya turns to look up at ilya, opens her mouth, and says in a voice that creaks and whispers like an ancient oak blowing in the wind, “the cold months are nearing, your grace. i shall begin collecting the tithes of blood for to appease the old gods, so you and your lord husband may have an easy winter.” ilya stares at her and goes “waow this weed is fucking crazy”