almost home
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Monterey Bay Aquarium
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
ellievsbear
YOU ARE THE REASON
Product Placement
Peter Solarz
if i look back, i am lost
NASA
#extradirty
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Janaina Medeiros
DEAR READER
Keni
pixel skylines
trying on a metaphor
i don't do bad sauce passes
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@seilas
greetings, good morning frenemies . . . independent, selective and private silas from the vampire diaries universe, awakened by allie ( she/her, 31. ) canon divergent and headcanon based. activity is relaxed and sporadic. general writing rules apply. do not interact if you are under twenty one. discord is available to mutuals upon request.
LINKS: CARRD. MEMES.
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Stig Dagerman, A Moth to a Flame (Burnt Child) (trans. Benjamin Mier-Cruz)
[Text ID: “It is not true that a burnt child dreads the fire. It is drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It knows that when it goes near it, it will burn itself again. Still, it gets too close.”]
@hollowpit continued from here
“i mean it.” a good natured insistence laces his words. genuine in the sense that she’s truly unlike anyone. no one in their coven comes close to meeting her talent, including him. a fact that makes his blood boil. isn’t that why his parents are hellbent in pressing on this union? their lack of faith in their son’s eminence compels them to seek other alternatives in their desperation for power. “everyone here envies you, whether they choose to admit it or not.” he looks on at the rest of the nobles gathered in drink and jubilation. a judgmental, almost disgusted scowl sits firmly on his lips. they upturn into a timid smile when she questions his flattery. “is my honestly truly a surprise? i have always admired of your talents.” his gaze softens when it meets hers.
the smile fades as she expresses her concern for meeting her parents expectations. silas understands that feeling all too well. save his progenitors think qetsiyah is better than him in all shapes and forms. she is a prodigy and he’s not. jaw clenches slightly at the thought then relaxes, reaching for her hand and taking it gently. “i understand, believe me.” the blond offers empathetically, squeezing her hand, “it will all be worth it, in the end, when you become our leader. your parents will have no choice but to bow down to you.” a conspiratorial simper tugs at the corners of his lips, “is that not what you want?”
why do you always looks so peaked? hydrate more. with something other than a baja blast, perhaps. - leo, probably.
*AGGRESIVELY SIPS ON A LARGE BAJA BLAST*
katherine’s eyes narrowed as silas’s smug words sank in. as if his lame gift was some grand prophecy. "really, silas? you ‘predict’ what you just did? why even bother with a horoscope?" and why had she been as stupid as to name him the exact date? that's how scammers gain data. thanks for wasting her time, that's exactly what she needs. not. "it’s not funny. and let’s not forget, me being human? all your fault for that cure nonsense." didn't he want to die once he was cured? why is he still around if he just wants to be an annoying bother? "unfortunately for you, my plans are none of your business, and no, you’re not invited." || @seilas
"MY FAULT?" silas places a hand over his collarbone. brows scrunch tightly together, eyes fall to the ground before shaking his head, "need i remind you that you skedaddled off with the cure like the road runner and got yourself into that mess." he points an accusatory finger at her. "maybe if you hadn't betrayed me after using the gilbert brat as bait you'd still be a vampire." a cheeky smirk spreads across his face. it deflates after she announces he's not invited to her birthday soiree. "i'm truly devastated, katherine, truly devastated that i'm not invited to getting sloppy drunk by the bar at the mystic grill." bright optics roll around, hands settle on his hips before tilting his head, "am i close?"
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TOM BLYTH as CORIOLANUS SNOW in THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES
*cheerfully* just another wretched day in a hellscape of my own design
@seilas sent: " if you need to keep your distance from me a while, i understand. " ( for amara! )
amara’s heart clenched at silas’s words, her dark eyes glistening with unshed tears as she stood beneath the olive trees’ dappled shade. 'if you need to keep your distance from me a while, i understand,' he had said. but distance was the last thing she craved. "no, silas," she whispered, stepping closer, her fingers trembling as they brushed his. "i cannot bear to be apart from you, not now, when our time feels so fragile." her love for him burned fiercely, a flame no betrothal could extinguish, yet qetsiyah’s name cast a shadow over her soul. she knew that qetsiyah really loved silas, but qetsiyah did not know that silas didn’t feel the same. she felt sorry for her, because she wished her real love. at the same time, she also knew that this engagement made the secret feelings and connections amara harbored for silas much more dangerous. if they were caught, she'd be punished... she could be whipped. sold. or worse. she was afraid, yes, but still she could not stay away from silas.
the announcement of silas’s engagement had shaken amara, leaving her adrift in questions. what did this mean for them? would she, a mere handmaiden, be expected to follow qetsiyah into her new household, her love for silas reduced to stolen glances under watchful eyes? or is she forced to stay behind, being applied to someone else? "this marriage… it frightens me," she admitted softly, her voice breaking.
her touch is searing and promulgates through his entire body like fire. the burning sensation pleases silas but that’s the problem, it shouldn’t. hands reach for amara’s, looking down at their entwined fingers.
“if anyone found out about us . . . i cannot bear the thought of what could happen.” he releases one of her hands and uses one of his to cradle her cheek. “you are what matters most to me. without you, i could never be whole again.” his thumb strokes her cheekbone, capturing her gaze and nodding. “we shouldn’t have kissed.” a second passes and the words are taken by wind. “allow me to clarify, i do not regret it. there is nothing i regret when it comes to you . . . do you feel that too? that you will be haunted by this for the rest of your life? now that you have something precious, you will not be able to go on without it and you are not sure whether it was wrong to have gone against all reason or right because you would not have experienced such splendor had you denied yourself?” ironic how the one thing he desires most is something that he can’t will with the snap of a finger—true love.
“we can devise a plan together. an escape.” they would only get so far if they chose to run before being captured and dragged back to face trial. accumulating the charges (adultery, desertion, hypogamy) and making it impossible to be granted pardon. he can’t marry qetsiyah and submit amara to the torture of watching them as a married couple. he wraps the handmaiden in an embrace, scoping out their surroundings for any prying eyes. the field is vacant and quiet save for the birds singing their songs. “it frightens me as well, kardia mou.” arms tighten their embrace, gently holding the side of her head to his chest and pulling her impossibly closer.
GEORGIA MILLER
Ginny & Georgia (2021— ) Season One, Episode One
Annie deflates, a pout forming on her face as she glares at Silas. "You suck. Are you trying to learn if vampires can have non-magic assisted heart attacks? Because I assure you, it felt like I just had one."
Her hand goes towards her face, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose as she takes in a deep breath. "I don't need to admit it usually, it's generally pretty obvious. I'm not exactly a scary vampire."
"why on earth would i waste time learning that when i can just explode hearts with the snap of a finger?" hand raises in tandem with a brow, thumb brushes gently against index finger as though he's about to do just that. a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, slowly moving to fold his arms over his chest.
"you're not wrong. you do look pretty feeble." he blinks and shrugs nonchalantly. "but most vampires do, until they show their fangs and go straight for the jugular. how old are you, annie?" eyes widen slightly, bringing a hand lightly over his lips. "oops. where are my manners?" the witch emits a chuckle, shaking his head before saying, "it's rude to ask a lady her age, isn't it?"
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#accurate
The Good Place – 2.04: Existential Crisis
sorry i only date to meet each other in every lifetime
Coriolanus Snow ± his slutty little walk
No your honor i would never kill out of anger. I killed that guy for sport
More tea leaf divination knowledge. Take notes.
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her jaw drops at the suggestion of a screw coming loose, and the mere thought of it sends her into a panicked frenzy. "that's literally the worst thing you could say on a ride like this. we could be spinning so fast, and the screw comes off, and then we go flying into oblivion!" her voice raises a pitch or two, and maybe they wouldn't go into oblivion, but they would most definitely veer off of the tracks of the ride and into the actual festival itself. the commotion alone would give them far too much attention, and she's not enitrely sure if he needs the etra eyes on him. ----------- "did you really just steal cotton candy from a child?"
unaffected by rapunzel's shock, silas continues languidly stuffing light pink and blue fluff into his mouth. "oh no no, we wouldn't be on it. i'm not crazy." maybe a little, perhaps A LOT, but self sabotage is where he draws the line. "although, i am glad you're aware of the destruction it would cause." yes, because putting that gory image in her head was perfectly adequate in this family friendly setting. head tilts sideways as she rightfully accuses him of theft. "maybe." he drawls, eyes avert coyly for a moment, "wanna try it yourself?" lips purse into a pout as if realizing that she did not partake in such activities, "oh, right, i forgot. stealing is bad." he lets out a dramatic sigh. coaxing the witch has been a difficult task. she was genuinely a good person. so good that while everyone else would have chased him with pitchforks ( valid ) she saw the good in him or at least, tried to. he couldn't force her into helping him destroy the other side because then she'd figure out his questionable motives. "it would serve as a good learning experience. it comes in handy for helping yourself . . . and others."
his 'your welcome' didn't sound genuine at all. it sounded more like he was disapproving of her decision to thank him for his questionable gift. "i think it’s nonsense and money-making," katherine stated and not even because she wanted to mock him but because she truly did not believe in astrology and horoscopes; it was nonsense that too many people believed and put their faith in, sometimes even used it as a reasoning for their behavior or why stuff doesn't work out for them. "but sure, tell me. i hope it's not your typical general aversion against me that you usually mention." because let's be real, he's no fan of her and she's no fan of him. "i was born 05.06.1473 in case you need it. can't provide a time though." || @seilas
"oh, i don't believe in any of this garbage either but it's pretty entertaining." superstition and a belief in mystical beings such as the tooth fairy is something that remains recurrent among humans. what's life without a little whimsy? or in his case, delusion. "it doesn't go that far back." he mutters whilst scrolling with an index finger. "i put in my physical age and took a guess at what time i was born." thank zeus he's no longer doomed to be perpetually twenty years old. "being cured feels like a rebirth . . . wouldn't you agree?" a different lifestyle and finally being susceptive to the cruel effects of time. she probably has a very different perspective about it, all things considered. "ah, here we go! an extremely good looking and generous individual will gift you a piece of gum and a dollar." emitting a gasp he then says, "would you look at that? so i did." a smile of self-gratification curls on his lips, quite pleased about his faux horoscope reading. "any plans? do you even have friends in town? isn't the population of mystic falls like ten people and they all hate your guts?"
