#femmeveined

[exclusivelywritesgays]

hey adora! wanna make flower crowns? perfuma's holding a class this afternoon! -scorpia

"Flower crowns? I'm in if I get to make Catra wear one."

[honeyglaze-archived]

❛  PAY HIM NO MIND.  ❜    A GENTLE AND WORN HAND IS OFFERED IN PEACE, stern and steely greens somehow KIND despite the crown that is her name. not like the rest...  fingers wrap about sansa’s hand -- a reassuring squeeze, comforting and gracious; a mother’s hand, a mother’s touch. there is a quick glance towards her grandson, a wretched and spoiled thing, disdain and disgust a bitter taste upon her tongue. attention returns to the stark child before her, her smile warming,    ❛  you are safe here, my child. i will see to it.  ❜ 

 PLOTTED STARTER , JOANNA LANNISTER   /   ↺ @femmeveined​​ , SANSA STARK

[wistcrias-arch2]

           𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 of what would become of her sisters and brothers once she was gone from the camp. who would take her place? who would look after the cabin ten legacy? if it were up to campers like drew; the daughters and sons of aphrodite would be nothing but a 2007 stereotype of a pretty, mean girl, when they were all so much more than that.

❝ hey, dani, ❞ she said, smiling softly as she sat beside her younger sister. ❝ I wanted to talk to you about something slightly serious. ❞ 

❝ @femmeveined​ plotted . 

[arachneveined]

femmeveined replied to your post “I’M SORRY TUMBLR WHAT ARE YOU TRYNA SELL ME ”

LMAO I JUST SAW THAT

oh so it is a worldwide nightmare ad this is great

alloycoded replied to your post “I’M SORRY TUMBLR WHAT ARE YOU TRYNA SELL ME ”

Lmaoooooo I keep getting this one, to the point I scrolled past this thinking it was the ad. We're cursed :')

we’re all gonna suffer together that is our fate now

wntrfell replied to your post “I’M SORRY TUMBLR WHAT ARE YOU TRYNA SELL ME ”

it's,,,,uh,,,,,to keep,,,,money???? *sweats*

u cannot fool me with these lies !

[liondaughter]

a LYRIC/QUOTE starter for @femmeveined​ ( SANSA !! ) 

       “because of the self-confidence with which he had spoken, no one could tell whether what he said was very clever or very stupid.”

[a-shelasso]

“ I DO BREAK DOWN. But only alone will I cry out loud. ” 

@femmeveined​ / starter call. 

[mvndrvke-archive]

enemies to lovers or enemies to friends, annabeth and clarisse 👀

   𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩   𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭   𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞   // accepting! // @femmeveined

[allresolute]

@femmeveined

     A new bar. Well, it wasn’t new. Likely, it had been there for years before and would remain years after she abandoned it for another. Still, it was new to Lucky. There was something exciting about walking into a place you knew nothing about. What kind of bar was it? What were the regulars like. Was the bartender cute? 

     Well, one of those questions was easily answered just by walking through the door. Yes. The bartender was very cute! That was a major plus. Lucky fixed her hair a bit and took a seat on an empty barstool, setting a card down on the bar surface.

     “Hey, honey, mind opening a tab for me? I’m planning on having a couple tonight. Also, how about starting me off with your favorite cocktail? I’m feelin’ a bit adventurous.” She gave the cute girl behind the bar her brightest smile. She had a bit of a thing for blondes.🌟

[darknessglimpsed]

@femmeveined;

“HEY-!” 

normally, diana wouldn’t bat an eyelid at somebody trying to unlock their car on the street - perhaps they had forgotten their keys. except in this case, she had just seen the owner lock it... and this definitely wasn’t the same person. 

“this isn’t YOURS.”

[spectrophobias]

continued from x with @femmeveined !

           “does it look like i have time to answer any questions right now?” nathan scowled, but it was far from his usual abrasiveness. no, it was the sort of defensiveness that he only got when he was scared shitless, and was it bad of him to pray that rachel was too fucked up to realize it right now? because she had always been able to read him in the most terrible ways, and tonight, nathan prescott was coming completely undone. if mark decided to swing by before he got her out, they were f u c k e d, but nathan was starting to get the feeling that they were both fucked either way. that was why he needed to get her out, to get her away, and god, fuck, he couldn’t remember anything feeling more important in his life. so he grabbed her arms again, slender fingers that were rarely gentle to begin with digging into her as he tried to heave her up. “come on. we need to fucking get out of here, before he realizes i switched the cameras off. get the fuck up, rachel.”

[abjecterrora]

“How many people did you kill?” from dakota

       “that’s not a question you need to concern yourself with.”  the statement is flippant, like it’s just a fact of life.  of course they’ve killed someone.  survival is important, you know (but that’s a universal truth—not something that needs to be stated outright).  “what i can tell you is that it’s—a lot less than you might be expecting.”  a lie, but the truth would sound absolutely fucking bonkers.

you know, a little bit of the truth at a time.  that’s how things are going to go.

the master. / @femmeveined

[cravesfreedom]

❛  You’re  awfully  quiet,   Victoria    ❜      Usually they’re  fighting  at this point   ---   it’s freaking her out  just  enough to be  curious.      ❛  Having a  shit  day ?  ❜         //  @femmeveined liked !

[vuulpecula]

      Coming to the bar was a coping mechanism, an act she told herself would make her better. If she could get used to strangers resting their hands on her, maybe she could get used others too. Thus far, it did little to help and left her with more sleepless nights spent in self-loathing for something that wasn’t her F A U L T. The bartender though, she was nice, and so familiar looking. All this time and only now did she recognize her from the late night newsreels. 

      “You’re the Dakota Anderson,” she breathed, a wash of recognition coming over her features. What had happened to her was horrid, but what the news had done only worsened it. “What happened to you -- I’m sorry, for all of it.” How empty and hollow those words were. She knew they wouldn’t help, but what else could she say? I know how you feel? I’ve been there too? Do you still have nightmares that eat you alive? 

@femmeveined ❤’d for a STARTER. 

[darkrccm]

Rachel’s arms tighten around her midriff, suddenly feeling voyeuristic standing there with Dakota on the beach of the lake. People had died here. Awful, nonsensical deaths. Her head immediately moves towards the woods further back, her imagination forming an image of Dakota bursting through the trees, crying, covered in cuts and bruises from the unforgiving wooded area that took her loved ones from her. She follows this image all the way to where they’re standing, flickering sights of the woman standing beside her being pinned to the sand, a blade threatening to end her life with a final blow.

She can’t help but close her eyes, trying to erase the image from her mind and bring her focus back to the present. There was no danger here anymore, it was just a lake. 

Just a lake.

The unpleasant nausea building in her stomach almost wins the war at Dakota’s nonchalance, the urge to empty the contents of her insides held back by moving a hand to her mouth. It takes her a minute to gain her composure, allowing her hand to drop only when she felt confident enough that she wasn’t about to choke up her lunch.

“How can you just do that? How can you stand here and talk about what happened like it meant nothing? Aren’t you angry?”

Rachel knows she’s out of her depth here, that she couldn’t possibly compare their experiences but... She couldn’t imagine stepping in the barn again, going deep underground to what was surely going to be her tomb.

@femmeveined continued from here.

[mercurialraven-blog]

@femmeveined // continued from here

Victoria always liked to pretend she didn't want her. Rachel always liked to make it hard for her to pretend. It had been the whole point of coming to this Vortex club party and sneaking into the VIP section. To dance with everyone, to touch people, to tease them, but all the while the person she was really trying to tease was watching her from ten feet away. And Rachel could feel her eyes on her with every step she took.

The kiss wasn't really part of the plan, she could have blamed it on the alcohol or the drugs, but the truth of it was that Rachel did it because she wanted to. She was going to get the reaction she wanted out of Vic even if it meant breaking their 'frenemies in public' act.

As Victoria withdrew, making her usual loud comments about what a slut she was, Rachel followed, throwing her arms around her again, holding her close, breathing in the unique combination of roses and cigarette smoke that was so uniquely Victoria.

"Come on babe, give me one dance." She whispered against Victoria's neck, "You can pretend you were wasted tomorrow, for tonight I need you to touch me."

[firewalkpunk]

💀╱ @femmeveined   ╱  

“Now that we got the mushy shit out of the way, I feel like stage diving!”