#amreality

[cinderellatype]

andromeda stands ankle deep in the icy, salty beach sand; white curls whipping around with the salt breeze. the others are cleaning up, removing those who had foolishly given their lives for a blind devotion to a thing that discarded them the moment they became useless.

a foot in front of the other. and she stands, shoulder to shoulder with flayn in front of the monument- a marker that would one day be swallowed up and erased by saltwater. andromeda carries herself with a quiet, solemn air in the whipping wind; at a glance it would seem that the familial namesake seemed to have returned to the land of the living.

briefly, andromeda's mind drifts to her mother. she can't help wonder if her mother's spirit is restless- buried far from her siblings, and her land of birth. andromeda and her father spent many hours at her mother's gravesite- she wondered if it caused worry to flayn's mother that they were so far apart.

baroness aina von glaes couldn't be interred in the glaes family mausoleum; on order of the church- so the baroness rested amongst the many blooming roses of the estate; at her favorite spot, under a tree she had brought and planted from her homeland. it was a far more fitting place for aina nakamura-glaes, than a granite and stained glass tomb that andromeda would probably, hopefully, only enter twice more while alive.

"your and s-sir seteth's mother is b-buried nearby, r-right?" andromeda turns to look at flayn. "i h-heard you get u-upset during th-the battle," she jerks her thumb over her shoulder at the mess behind them. "about them d-disturbing her r-rest. sh-shall we g-go and check o-on on her g-grave together?"

@amreality's flayn💖'd

[lastblues]

@amreality / sam larusso.

          HAZEL KNOWS SAM FROM AROUND SCHOOL.  she doesn't think she's ever spoken to her, though. it's not in a way where either of them seemed to personally avoid the other, their circles just didn't mix. that is until miguel diaz moved to town. miguel becoming friends with eli and demetri made him friends with hazel, who wasn't always with them but spent a good amount of her lunches at their table. then miguel started dating sam, got into a fight in the cafeteria, made a huge number of students sign up for cobra kai, and kicked off what hazel refers to in her mind as the great karate war. it's not a particularly creative name for it, but it gets the job done. she has no idea how bad it's going to get.

          hazel isn't exactly sure what compels her to speak to sam at moon's party. it's not like she actually thinks one friendship is enough to sway whatever fucking weird energy is here tonight, but she's a little buzzed and she's naturally friendly and sam seems like she's in an off mood. the cobra kai student approaches sam with a drink, something pink, and says, "hi! we've never, like, talked before really, but i thought---" she extends the drink toward sam, hazel eyes almost sparkling, she looks so pleased. "a peace offering. it's like... pink lemonade, i think? and vodka."

[victoriousfidelity]

@amreality said: "You look like an idiot." prompts for assertive accusations. | accepting.

"I couldn't care less how I look. And besides - that is incredibly rich, coming from you."

[belasso]

funeral - phoebe bridgers featuring @amreality's john stoppard

" i keep havin' this dream where i'm screamin' underwater, while all my friends are wavin' from the shore. . . and now i dunno if i believe in those little hidden details people like to claim dreams have, but do you think there's any real meaning in that? "

[lncarnon]

“I’m glad you’re not holding a grudge.” wash to sharkface !!

Behind the helmet he remains stoney-faced, and might be more annoyed were it any of the sim. troopers saying this to him instead. Oh, he had held a grudge for a long-fucking-time. Enough so to lament over their mishaps for the last few years and try to kill everyone involved. He might have succeeded, were he any less blinded (hah) by his anger.

His fight with Carolina proved more than potent proof.

"You saying that because I almost killed you, or what."

[wantsflight]

a caller arrives in the form of @amreality.

the oxford estate acts a second home to the bridgerton girl, an escape from thunderous footsteps and roaring voices that come from the full and lively bridgerton family home. SHE ADORES IT, but the peace and quiet of the estate always brought comfort to her worst anxieties. IT'S DIFFERENT NOW to step foot into what once held such comfort that now brings forth the same anxieties she ran from. conrad's gone - off to fetch something or another, sign another document or whatever he does in his free time. that's left the girl with her father, whom she's been avoiding since her left ring finger gained a permanent fixture. guilt weighs heavy on her shoulders for all that has quickly taken over their lives. though, eloise never has been one to keep her mouth shut for too long. "I'M SORRY." it escapes fast, not allowing her brain to catch up for fear it might silence what she needs off her chest. "it was reckless, what we did. sneaking out without a chaperone in a public place, no matter how private it may have seemed to us." heart thumping against the cage of her chest with the difficulty of attempting to maintain eye contact to show the sincerity in her eyes, no matter how uncomfortable it made her. "it's easy to forget what conrad's status is in society. a testament to your upbringing, but it is not an excuse. we should've been more careful, or not even gone at all. WE'RE LUCKY that an easy solution was there for us, but in the same vein, i've taken something from both of us that... while i may know is impossible to have, we now will never truly know. and for that, i am sorry."

[senstrike]

girl , this is you. this is your badness level. it’s unusually high for someone your size. we have to fix that.

LIKE AN ANIMAL IN THE WILD, HIS GAZE SNAPS TO FIX UPON @amreality. a cold undercurrent rages beneath the ice. john kreese is a good solider, until his emotions interfere — and he cannot pretend he isn’t angry. ( but he can’t pretend it’s not funny, either. THE GIRL’S GOT BALLS. ) BUT THIS IS HIS TERRITORY. he marks it with stony silence and pursed lips, one hand on the cardboard prop at which she’s gesturing. he pulls him closer to him, puts himself between them. FUN’S OVER, KID. what’s a miyagi student doing here, anyway? what’s a little girl doing here?, he thinks, but no one in their right mind would call her little, and neither would he. he marks her as the enemy, but this not as a confrontation. A MISSTEP. LEARN FROM IT — OR SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES. his voice is quiet, slow — warning. there will not be another warning. ‘i think it would be a good idea if you left, sweetheart.’

[victoriousfidelity]

@amreality said: i need you to know that i read your url as "vicious" fidelity and well. not really wrong is it

you already know i've been giggling about this but you're right, vicious fidelity is incredibly accurate 😂

[fyrewalks]

@amreality hit the heart for a starter!

The music filling Mav's kitchen is comfortable, familiar. It's the same songs his mom would play on the weekend during the few hours she carved out for cleaning before baseball games and trips to the park kept them out. Comforting as it might be, there's no ignoring the tension that lies beneath it.

They lapsed into silence thirty minutes ago and neither has tried to break it. Not even to sing along.

Reaching over the table, Bradley shuts off the music. "I appreciate you inviting me over," he starts before trailing off. "But I should probably go." Honestly, he isn't sure why he hasn't. There's nothing stopping him from leaving. Nothing but foolish hope, at least.

[therelentless]

📏 + 6’4” … madeline is tall 👀

Send me 📏 + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine! ;; @amreality

[everrot]

todd is certain his heart is about to hammer out of his chest. without even looking, he can hear the slight tremble of the script between his fingers, papers that dare fly from his grasp if he doesn't will himself to grip tighter. he attempts to keep his eyes on neil ⸻ filling in and replying on cue, despite todd's lack of experience in theatre. he's growing more flustered, and the poor man isn't even considering auditioning alongside neil. ❝  with love’s light wings did i . . . o’erperch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out,  ❞ he says, squinting at the script, ❝  wait. i thought you were auditioning for romeo. why am i reading his lines to you?  ❞

starter call for @amreality !

[senstrike]

julie , i was being hunted. and i was completely unaware it was happening.

they may call him a bully, but what they don’t understand is that a cobra doesn’t raise its hood to intimidate its prey: IT RAISES IT FOR ITS ENEMIES. he’s seen a thousand victims, teary-eyed kids with homemade bruises and terrified ordinary people thrust into a war they never wanted. maybe it’s not pc to say aloud anymore, but the screams of women have always troubled him the most. ‘i’m sorry that happened to you.’ part of him still nurses a dream of heroism; to make victims of the defenceless is something he — even this cruel and twisted thing he has become — cannot stomach. he can take pain. pain does not hurt. PAIN DOES NOT EXIST. john kreese knows well the sustained agony it takes to make this true. fighters know. @amreality knows, now. ‘but you learned to fight back.’ he nods slowly, sensing something shared pass between them.

[greenelight]

❝   so   i   hear   you   make   your   own   costumes.   ❞   mason   has   a   lot   of   respect   for   those   who   are   crafty   enough   to   create   their   own   things   ,   especially   since   he   could   never   fathom   having   the   patience   to   do   that   sort   of   thing   for   himself.   his   creative   talents   remain   with   the   piano   or   performing   on   stage   ,   but   to   be   able   to   create   something   with   your   own   hands   ?   yeah , that's   incredibly   amazing   in   his   eyes.   he   had   been   looking   for   a   costume   designer   for   their   upcoming   play   for   some   time   now   ,   but   no   one   seemed   up   for   the   job   or   even   interested   given   the   period attire   that   needs   to   be   made.   whispers   among   the   students   said   that   sienna   made   her   own   halloween   costume   not   that   long   ago   ,   so   he   figured   he'd   approach   her   on   the   subject when the opportunity struck.   it   doesn't   hurt   to   ask   ,   right   ?   the   worst   thing   she   could   say   is   no.

❝   costuming   is   a   talent   that   very   few   possess.   in   fact   ,   you   could   make   money   doing   something   like   that.   ❞   okay   ,   so   the   school   isn't   really   giving   them   a   lot   of   money   for   the   theatre   department   in   general   ,   but   he   will   do   his   best   to   ensure   his   stage   hands   are   paid   well in some way   &   not   with   a   damn   pizza   party.   ❝   you   ever   considered   doing   theatre   ,   sienna   ?   i   think   you   could   have   a   lot   of   fun   doing   that   &   honestly   ,   we   need   someone   to   help   make   costumes. i can't actually pay you , sadly , but it could be a fun thing for you ? you could meet some cool kids. make some friends.   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᵒᵛᵉʳᵗᵘʳᵉ·     entering   the   stage   ﹕  @amreality   as   sienna   shaw.

[victoriousfidelity]

Nicole isn't in central London often, but a lunchtime meeting with one of the gallerists who is particularly interested in her work means she now has time to kill before her train home.

She walks them back to the gallery after lunch, having promised them a first look at the finished version of the piece she's currently working on, and then doubles back on herself to go to her favourite art supply shop near Seven Dials.

Later, armed with a bag full of new materials she wanted rather than needed, she decides to wander in the vague direction of the station. There's still a while to go before her train, and it is an unseasonably gorgeous day - it would be a crying shame to spend any of it on the Underground.

A bookshop catches her eye as she walks through Soho, and after spending a couple of minutes browsing the display in the window she heads inside - and is greeted by the kind of place that book lovers dream about.

Mismatched rugs cover dark wood floors, and the well-stocked shelves are arranged in a circle around the room, sectioning it off into smaller areas containing various chairs and couches. Light streams into the centre of that circle from the upper level, and Nicole can't help but smile.

Exchanging a quick smile with the person she presumes is the owner - who is sitting behind the antique cash register drinking from a china teacup, the perfect encapsulation of the type of person one expects to find in a place like this - she is soon lost among the stacks.

A few minutes later, she's in their eyeline when she spots a title that calls out to her - a copy of Janson's History of Art. And not just any copy, but a first edition from the 1960s. She has been getting the distinct impression that this is less a bookshop, and more a... Library where one can't take the books away, based on just how old so many of these volumes seem to be.

Feeling the proprietor's eyes on her, Nicole meets their gaze with a smile, her hand hovering an inch or two from where the book sits on the shelf. "Am I allowed to...?"

lyric starter for @amreality (Aziraphale!) She - Dodie

[therelentless]

from guillermo, this is so funny

{ @amreality ;;

but what if they go out to see the horses? what if he teaches him how to ride a horse? what if he teaches him all he knows about horses? what if they got a horse.

that would just leave them with 1 empty box.