❝ Everyone in my family thinks I'm losing my shit. ❞ A hand runs over her face, exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally. She's heat the trifecta that weighs down on her shoulders so heavily that it's all she can ever feel anymore. No matter how she reaches out to her brothers and sisters, for their help, they push her away. Steven doesn't believe her stories and Theo just wants her medicated, but does anyone know what she wants? ❝ Nobody believes me. It's so . . . tiring not being believed. ❞
♡ ───── @chaos--mode liked for nell crain & rien !
IT’S ONE OF THOSE GUYS, AGAIN. The ones who think they’re being so intelligent and so insightful by being contrary. And cynical. Acting like it’s already over before it’s even started. Even outside of the tech sphere, they’re a dime a dozen aren’t they? Her lips press together as she racks for an appropriate response; she’s never been great at debates.
Doesn’t it get exhausting after a while? Nell wants to ask instead. We’re not built to keep our heads down; that’s why doctors insist on practicing good posture.
“That’s only if you assume they don’t…go out of their way to find one another? Or that they, we, would forget about each other as soon as we’re separated. No one…no one gets left behind, no matter what.” Silence as she wipes the mug that’s already been cleaned. Thoroughly. “Do you ever get tired?” She finally blurts out. “I…I’d get sick. Of just thinking like that all the time.”
@fctedivided liked for a Holiday Special (with Lucy to Nell)!
"You're here! Hiii!" The fluffy-haired excitedly ran up to Nell and hugged her tightly, she was nervous for a moment she wasn't going to make it to her family's Christmas party. Lucy seemed to have a large extended family at seemed have a large extended family as they all were chatting or finding their own activities to do in the old-fashioned house of her grandmother.
"Are you hungry? We just set up everything, so we still got a lot of food. My abuela and my ty-ty make the best food like that spread is just so good! Oh, and I helped some too--I made cinnamon cookies and you'll love 'em!" Her speech seemed to go so fast as she kept talking, but that just shows how excited and happy she was to have a fun family party and the fact that Nell could be part of it.
Thought of ur post about how we don’t really know wether cass is wayne or cain when I read this panel in batgirls 11 lol
listen: I need DC to officially confirm she's Cassandra Wayne. I need this in my soul. It won't change my tags but it will soothe my soul after the past 15 years of bullshit I've had to put up with.
Benji had woke up with his new 'gift' in overdrive. It was so early when he woke, and no matter what he took, the voices wouldn't leave. The thoughts were so intrusive. He wasn't able to think of things he needed to. He hoped a run would be enough to clear his head and keep him sane. His calls to his brother were going unanswered so he hoped the brisk air would calm him. As he reached the french quarter, he slowed, bringing his hands to his face, rubbing it. He sat himself down to the ground, sitting below a tree, head in his knees. As he heard another crushing grass beneath their feet, he answered without looking up. "Sorry, I'm not really very good company at the minute..." he admitted.
you guys would LOOOOVE edward and lexi from not dead yet “you actually sound like you have some pretty serious daddy issues” “what do you know? you look like a mop with student loan debt.” “well you look like you just got fired from sephora” *terrible awful kiss*
👻 ───── this seemed ... wonderful and terrible at the same time. she didn't know what the proper response was but there was comfort in who she found here. "so what .... " she trailed off. oh she had so many questions, how could she not as she stared towards the woman she had missed for so long now. there was sadness in realizing she could only witness this because a tragic end, but ... still. "how long have you been here like this?" she trailed off again as she leaned forwards and fingers reached up to touch her lips. "what do we do? what are we suppose to do? is this .... hell?" or worse? or better? so many questions she didn't even know how to think straight, she supposed in death the fog of her mind was not going to improve only increase.
@aigonakru ♥ for a starter from eleanor 'nell' crain for olivia crain
nell let out a shaky breath before dialing the number that had reached her through a friend of a friend of someone that had once heard something else from someone else, that maybe he could help her and her family . the car was cold even with the heating on , and her breath made soft white clouds that quickly faded . the phone rang until it came to a connection , and nell spoke warily . " --- hello ? is this john winchester's number ? "
Stefan was unsure as to why, but after meeting Eleanor, he’d been compelled by her. She’d been on his mind constantly the last week, a mixture of worry and intrigue, so he was grateful to spot her walking through town. Noticing that her heartbeat was steadier than when they’d last spoke, Stefan smiled and decided to approach her, wondering if he could get to know her better, now that she was seemingly calmer. “Hey, Nell.” He’d found a spot on the outskirts of town, a place that was much quieter with better scenery, an ideal location to talk without interruption. “If you’re not going anywhere in particular, ‘you mind taking a walk with me?”