#( bye

Stolen off the dash, NOW STEAL IT FROM ME.

          cassandra  blake  was  fearless  ;  or at least she thinks she is. but finally getting to spend an evening with her father whose she’s spent centuries estranged from, is doing more than just making her anxious. “no, no i’m fine. i’m fine, it’s not like i’ve spent the entire afternoon on the phone with your mother trying to make sure the pasta is just like hers,” the goddess tells alec, turning to her boyfriend as she rests against her kitchen counter. “or you know, trying to mentally prepare myself for the a million questions my father might have for me. or you. or for the both of us, or about me coming back to life and the hunters and everything he’s missed,” she’s rambling, knuckles whitening against the granite as she tries to remember ellis’ reassuring words, something along the lines of, a father’s love and not having to worry. it’s all a blur now of course. why wouldn’t it be? “what if he doesn’t like our little forest fairy hut?”   /   @intheirabsence

[ txt ⇢ samantha ] ...you woke me up for this.... [ txt ⇢ samantha ] honestly i just always thought mr turner had a gay thing for dinkleburg [ txt ⇢ samantha ] he didn’t actually hate dinkleburg. he just wanted his dickleburg. [ txt ⇢ samantha ] and was insecure about his sexuality

i take it ALL BACK. )