#para: eliza

[halfpintpeach]

In the car with @paradoxolotl and @exy-shmexy post chase of for the northern lights and we're currently debating how hot Goliath from 1994 Gargoyles is and whelp:

Para: "I just don't get it"

Me: "what's not to get?"

Lex: *half asleep questioning North American cartoons*

Para: "I just never understood the hype"

Me: "he was voiced by Kieth David"

Para: "WEL FUCK NOW IM INTO HIM"

[ilaw-at-panitik]

Things that are beautiful have a way of hurting. I destroy it when I feel a hurt.

Loreto Paras Sulit, from "Harvest"

True beauty inspires awe and fear. It incapacitates. It knocks the air out of your lungs. And [she] is beautiful.

Eliza Victoria, from "Dwellers"

[seu-leitor]

Li uma vez que muitas pessoas importantes têm um “uniforme” para poder dedicar sua energia a coisas que realmente façam sentido para elas, então comecei a fazer isso também.

─ Não nasci para agradar

[yestolerancepro]

Good luck to everyone taking part in the Paralympics in Paris

[toladlugopiska]

Moja ulubiona para! Pasują do siebie jak nikt! :)

Fixing the hashtag by spamming these two some more. 😘

[lizzynf]

— 𝒜𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 ﹗

· meu nome é Eliza, mas vou como Lizzy (apelido)

· tenho 14 anos

· estou no ed vão fazer 3 anos

· essa é uma conta em que vou falar sobre meu t.a, então se você tiver algum tipo de gatilho com esses assuntos recomendo me bloquear

— ℳ𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌 :

· pa: 58kg

· mi: 50kg

· mf: 47kg ou menos

· 162cm

— 𝒫𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗈 (𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈) 𝗆𝖾̂𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝗈

· sei que já estamos quase na 3 semana de setembro, mas é melhor começar agora do que deixar para amanhã. na primeira semana estava até que focada, mas agora dei uma desleixada e acabei ganhando os 3kg que havia perdido.

· pretendo fazer a clássica dieta da boneca durante 5 dias e depois seguir num déficit de no máximo 800kcal (costumo fazer restrições mais baixas mas elas estão me causando compulsão então decidi aumentar).

· beber 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘴 2l de água por dia.

· caminhar no mínimo 6k passos por dia.

──────── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ────────

[bupsafr3ak]

IM PROBLEMATIC

I have a lot of names but you can call me Ani or Maya (마야). I have 5y, 10y / 18y / 20y / 118y / 273y / 599y / 1987y (im Transage!! >o<).

magical girl irl

Queer stance that i create: Satisqueer🌪️🌈

otherkin , alterhuman , therian , pro/comshipper , profic , lolisho , Transid n paraphilic. ໒ ྀིっ༷⩊ ɞ̴̶̷ ྀི ১

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i make flags, redsigne, and symbols. i post all kind of thing here, including problematic sub things, if you’re not on theses bubbles just >>>BLOCK<<< not report, just put as >not interested< and block. I’m not hurting anyone, the people who interact are inside the bubble, and if you don’t have do what i said above. everyone here is mature enough to know what want. im NOT influencing anyone.

︶ ⏝ ︶ ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ︶ ⏝ ︶

𐔌 Traumagenic Sys !!﹒ ౨ৎ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

→🌸🌙|🍖🌈|🫂🌟|🐾❔|🐾🍟 ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

⁺ . +☆︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦˖ ⁺ . +ྀི

𓏵 ﹒ all my names !! ◟ 𖦹

Ani¹ , Gwen² , Maya Kuneko³ , Woo Hyun-young⁴ , Yoo Yoon-rin⁵ , Yeobo Lee-young⁶ , Yoneno Chihiro⁷ , Tomoko kuroki⁸ , Kaeth Ósk⁹ , Yarrow¹⁰ , Mikael¹¹ , Dantè¹² , Lovelace¹³ , Valentin¹⁴ , Hikki¹⁵ , Ash¹⁶ , Gloomy¹⁷ , Lacey¹⁸ , Rei¹⁹ , Melody²⁰ , Alma²¹ , Mwynwen²² , Ophelia²³ , Logan²⁴ , Wade²⁵ , Dean²⁶ , Sam²⁷ , Scott²⁸ , Léo²⁹ , isacc³⁰ , Nicole³¹ , Cassandra³² , Mewo³³ , Zero³⁴ , Beatrice³⁵ , Agatha³⁶ , Will³⁷ , Castiel³⁸ , Ollie³⁹ , Nadia⁴⁰ , Filia⁴¹ , Annie⁴² , Madoka⁴³ , Crowley⁴⁴ , Bobby⁴⁵ , Velvet⁴⁶ , Dorian⁴⁷ , Vincent⁴⁸ , Viktoria⁴⁹ , Salem⁵⁰ , jellysh⁵¹ , Eliza⁵² , Clémentine⁵³ , Doll⁵⁴ , Sweetiebelle⁵⁵ , Nico⁵⁶ , Sweetheart⁵⁷ , Lavender⁵⁸ , Lovelace⁵⁹ , Marionette⁶⁰ , Luppet⁶¹ , Lolita⁶² , Coquette⁶³ , Sugar⁶⁴ , Cinnamon⁶⁵ , Vanilla⁶⁶ , Bonbon⁶⁷ , Candy⁶⁸ , Cappuccino⁶⁹ , Cupcake⁷⁰ , Milk⁷¹ , Mocha⁷² , Jack⁷³ , Jeff⁷⁴ , Liu⁷⁵ , Nina⁷⁶ , Pop⁷⁷ , Jane⁷⁸ , Hoodie⁷⁹ , Clockwork⁸⁰ , Toby⁸¹ , Cakette⁸² , Pudding⁸³ , Strawbie⁸⁴ , Caramel⁸⁵ , Cremelle⁸⁶ , Shortcake⁸⁷ , Berrie⁸⁸ , Raspberry⁸⁹ , Angel⁹⁰ , Marie⁹¹ , Pearl⁹² , Cassie⁹³ , Sid⁹⁴ , Michelle⁹⁵ , Veronica⁹⁶ , Bonnie⁹⁷ , Marceline⁹⁸ , Star⁹⁹ , Eda¹⁰⁰ , Morute¹⁰¹ , Hime¹⁰² , Agejo¹⁰³ , Ayano¹⁰⁴ , Amai¹⁰⁵ , Ryoba¹⁰⁶ , Hanako¹⁰⁷ , Junko¹⁰⁸

pink: favs | purple: just close friends.

they / them , doll /dollself , bunny / bunny’s , bun / bun’s , 🐾 / 🐾’s , 🍮 / 🍮’s , 🎀 / 🎀’s

AUDHD High support level, dislexic, dyscauculia, APD, depression, social anxiety, schizophrenia, Lizitomania, DPRD, HSP, synestesia, BPD, hearing imparied.

i make flags!! sexuality, gender, xenos, TransID, para, among others!!

╭-┈ 𝐃𝐧𝐢

┊✩ Deadpool/Wolverine 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫

┊✩ 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜(𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐭,𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜)

┊✩ 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐲𝐬

┊✩ 𝐒𝐲𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐝

┊✩ 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐮

┊✩ 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢 𝐱𝐞𝐧𝐨/𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩/𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮

┊✩ 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭

┊✩ ”𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 (𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬) 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮”

┊✩ “𝐈’𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬) 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧”

┊✩ minors DNI acc

┊✩ -𝟏𝟮 𝐲𝐨

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[toladlugopiska]

Jak on na ni�� patrzy! :)

2 x 04

[rorysanderson]

[ FADING. SELF PARA 001 ]

SUMMARY: Rory has his nightly conversation with Eliza. LOCATION: Rory's porch, late evening. TW: death, grief

It’s cool enough in October that the crickets start to chirp again, rather incessantly.

Annie complains about the sound, insisting she’ll never be able to fall asleep like this for fifteen minutes straight before she eventually falls asleep like this. Rory envies a child’s ability to sleep through just about anything, including an admittedly obnoxious cricket choir.

They’re louder out here. Not surprising, considering they’re surrounded by foliage and trees more than they’re surrounded by anything industrial. Rory can accept their presence begrudgingly, if only because he knows it’s him, really, who’s the intruder here. It feels unfair Rory would hold a grudge against them for the simple crime of existing where they’re meant to exist; something Eliza had affectionately insisted to him, for a very long time, Rory knew nothing about.

He sets both cups of earl gray down on the small table out on his porch, then takes his usual seat to the left. Rory watches as the steam rises from the cup that isn’t his, carried away by the cool night breeze, off to where he can’t follow. What fills the silence for the next five minutes is the crickets’ high-pitched instrumental, the rustling of leaves against the wind, and the occasional intrusive chirp of a bird that’s not meant to be awake anymore.

Rory spins his cup between his fingers gingerly, careful not to burn the tips of them by pressing against the ceramic for too long. Eventually, he brings it to his lips and takes a sip, the heat of the tea comfortable enough to both satiate his thirst and warm his body against the dropping temperature. He sets the cup down again, tracing the rim of it, before he starts.

“Annie’s learned the word fuck,” Rory tells his girlfriend, gaze fixed on the untouched cup of tea across from him. “Keep thinking she’s not listening all the time, but that little bugger’s got her ear to the ground always,” he snorts, amusement settling inside him. “I’m surprised she didn’t learn it sooner, honestly. She’s been warned she can only say it in the bathroom, and never in front of anyone else,” his lips tighten into a warm smile. “Yesterday she broke one of her Barbie’s heads off accidentally and I watched her march straight into the bathroom and shout it,” Rory laughs, rubbing his face both tiredly and disbelievingly. “Wish you coulda seen it, Ellie.” 

His hand traces the smooth edges of the porch table. He’d built this almost immediately after he and Annie had moved to Blue Harbor, knowing he’d need a place, eventually, to sit outside and talk to Ellie. Maybe it wouldn’t have mattered, if the tea didn’t play such an important part of their talks. Rory doesn’t think he believes there’s anything to look up at the sky for — feels a little silly, if he tries it. He supposes there’s nothing less silly about talking to a cuppa, mind you, but at least there’s something about her there. The cup’s got a hideous neon-pink pattern printed around it, the loops largely reminiscent of ass cracks. It’s what had drawn Ellie to it in the first place, cackling at it at the thrift shop, and she’d happily drank her tea out of it for years after the fact.

Humming, he continues, “Valley’s finally told me about what happened with her and Murph,” he tells Eliza. His fingernail scratches at the wood of the table anxiously. “I’m sure she’d’ve preferred it’d been you she could talk to. Never been good at all that,” he swallows, his throat starting to feel a little tight. “Not like you, anyway.” The steam is still rising from the cup, but it’s coming in thinner waves now. “I know you’d be worried about her. I’m worried about her, too. Getting her to ask for help — it’s like pulling teeth,” he huffs, the words filled with affection despite himself. Valley and Eliza had been good friends for a reason; she reminds him a lot of her, in many ways. “I won’t keep my eyes off her,” he promises Eliza unnecessarily. “I mean it.” 

He continues to tell her about the past week — an oddity at the flower shop, an ambitious commission by a young musician, Annie’s affinity for Ms. Zakwe, her new favorite teacher. Peanut Butter’s great escape, the grand army of insects he’d been afraid he was going to have to fight, the quiet afternoons off where nothing particularly interesting happens. He talks until the steam has stopped rising entirely from the tea inside the cup, the night seemingly having cooled it down in its entirety. He talks until he’s out of things to talk about, and the elephant in the room has made its way to their porch, sitting on its hind legs. 

Rory purses his lips. He can taste his heartbeat, suddenly, with how far and fast it’s beating. He thinks he has the words, really, but they’re stuck to the roof of his mouth now, and his tongue feels heavy. 

So instead he says, “I’m sorry.”

The tears sting at his eyes almost immediately, the knot in his throat constricting so fantastically it almost feels like he’s going to choke with it. His hand grips the handle of his cup so tightly he fears, for a second, he might well and truly break it. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, wiping at his nose with his free arm. “I didn’t think I’d like him this much, Ellie.”

A part of Rory knows there’s nothing to apologize to her for — she’d never have given him any sort of grief for this, under the circumstances. Even in life, he doesn’t think there was a jealous bone in Eliza Carmichael’s body. She’d been perfect in every sense imaginable, and Rory had been at the right place at the right time, lucky enough to orbit her as long as he had. And still, he can’t help feeling like the admission is some sort of betrayal: he’d promised her, once, he’d spend the rest of his life loving her, and now — now—

“I think I’m forgetting your voice,” he admits, voice thick, blinking tears away. “It’s hard to remember it, on my own. I used to—” he clears his throat. The knot sits firm. “I used to be able to pick you out of a crowd by the sound of it. Pick apart your moods with it. And now, uhm,” his eyesight’s blurred over, suddenly. “And now I can’t even remember your laugh. I can’t even remember how you said my name, Ellie.” 

He chokes on a sob, pressing the heels of his palms tersely against his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes again. He wants to tell her how different they both are from each other — where Eliza had slotted herself into the parts of Rory that had been left wanting his entire life, Jack’s somehow snuck into the crevices of what remains, content to live in the spaces Rory never filled. How where Eliza had always burned so brightly she’d blind anyone who looked at her too long, Jack slumps into himself and exists outside the lines, like a sculpture at an art museum you’re not meant to touch. How where Rory’s losing the details of Eliza he’d been sure he’d committed to memory for years, he’s slowly starting to learn the exact number of Jack’s laugh lines, the depth of his frown, the texture of his scars, all by heart. 

The love he has for Eliza burns as brightly as the first day he’d laid eyes on her. He cannot deny her that — he cannot lie to himself about it. It is, perhaps, the reason why it hurts to think of her as a disappearing memory, as a stack of carefully-wrapped canvases sitting in storage, collecting dust instead of admiration. And where Rory thought there was no room in him left, no way to make it inside himself with such overwhelming grief having taken up residence, it turns out somewhere between a shy smile from across the way while unloading moving boxes and the feeling of calloused lips soft against his own, there exists a chasm, still. 

Does this count as a broken promise, then? I’ll love you forever, but I’ll forget the details of your face. I’ll love you forever, but I’ll not be able to remember the exact curve of your smile. I’ll love you forever, but you’ll start to live outside of me bit by bit, until time takes the rest of you.

You’ve never done anything by halves, have you, Rory Anderson? Eliza had asked of him once. Her voice still eludes him — she comes through like a radio station just outside its frequency. But he does remember how she’d caressed the side of his face, looking at him with such fondness it’d spread through Rory like a wildfire. I hope you know what it feels like one day, to have the attention of someone like you.

Maybe. 

He thinks of Eliza’s insistence that the world was made up of colors Rory’s yet to discover, her firm belief that he’d see what she saw, one day — that he’d find that burst that so eludes him, and he’d know, he’d know, then, he’d found exactly where he was meant to be. 

Maybe, Rory thinks as he lets the breeze run through his hair, take whatever’s left of his quiet sobs — maybe making space for more does not constitute a broken promise, in the end. 

Maybe some things have to be felt through their absence, by the gaps in the memory they leave behind.

Maybe, actually — this is how all things are meant to be loved:

Deeply, even as they fade.

[lea-heartscxiv]

Billy Pancakes

☆English☆

This little baby is Bob and Eliza's son, yes he is the oldest of the Pancakes, since they just recently had little Julio (in fact it was in July when they had him, does the name have something to do with the month he was born). His mom and dad were looking at him and dad took a photo of him to have this memory forever.

Below the line you can see Billy and Julio as they are now.

☆Español☆

Este pequeño es el hijo de Bob y Eliza , sí, él es el mayor de los Pancakes, ya que hace muy poquito tuvieron al pequeño Julio ( de hecho fue en Julio cuando lo tuvieron, tendrá algo que ver el nombre con el mes en que nació?) Su papá y su mamá lo estaban mirando y papá le hizo una foto para tener este recuerdo para siempre.

Debajo de la linea podréis ver a Billy y Julio como están los dos actualmente

[detkhamani]

"Punk'd," Khamani said, answering her fourth question first. "I like how you said, 'The Millennials' as though I'm not one myself. Fletcher's a good friend of mine. We're watching the Super Bowl." When Eliza began to word vomit to him, Khamani just raised his brows at her. He suspected that Xavier and Fletcher had something going on but Eliza very firmly confirmed it for him now. "Whoa, slow down, Eliza. I won't tell. From what I've gathered from both of them--Fletcher especially--they're figuring things out on their timeline. But secrets are my job, keeping or exposing them so don't worry there." He glanced back to the door, glad that Rodrigo hadn't gotten too curious and followed after him. "And um, yeah, I'd say Fletcher's a good-looking guy. He's a good person. Blunt and has some rough edges to him but at his heart, he's one of those people who's good to have in your corner. I don't see him trying to interfere with Xavier's life in a negative way. That help ease your mind any?"

Eliza tried looking into the windows but didn't get very far. If she didn't get these packages inside, Xavier might kill her. He made sure she knew they were perishable items. When the door finally opened, she smiled politely, kind of excited to see who Xavier had his eyes set on but when Khamani opened the door, she let out a loud laugh. "K?! What is happening?" She shook her head. "Am I on some hidden camera show? What's the one the Millenials loved?" She teased the older man. "Hey, hi! I come bearing gifts for...your friend? brother? whomever Fletcher is. Listen, is he cute? Is he nice? Is he going to throw Xavier off his game? He's gotta be nice if you're here. Oh...shit. You're here...." She closed her eyes and relished in her self-betrayal. "You cannot tell anyone but yes they're all for him. Fletcher. From Xavier. Ah!" She covered her mouth. "I think they're dating. AH!" She shook her head. "shh. You can't even tell Luna. How is she by the way?"

[waterloo-carte]

Você ocupa meus pensamentos demais para me permitir pensar em qualquer outra coisa — você distrai minha mente não apenas o dia todo; mas invade meu sono. Encontro você em todos os sonhos — e, quando acordo, não consigo fechar os olhos de novo, de tanto que reflito sobre sua doçura. — Hamilton para Eliza.

— Red, White and Royal Blue.

[headmates-for-you]

Hi! The William requester here, thank you for doing that for us. He's already settled in and now has his wife and his eldest son with him. We were wondering if you could do his two younger children too? No specific requests, anything works but they probably have been very fucked up by their dad (that's the vibe we get anyway).

Hope these two settle in nicely with the family.

Name(s): Elizabeth, Lizzie, Liz, Beth, Eliza, Baby

Age(s): permakid, ageflux, 9-12

Pronouns: she/her

Gender(s): cisfemale

Orientation(s): straight, asexual

TransID(s): transharmed, transabused, permaabused, transdead, transmurdered, transgreeneyes, transblondehair, transginger, permacute

Source(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s

Paras: platonic plushophilia

Emoji signoff: 🎀💚

Positive trigger(s): vanilla ice cream, pigtails

Name(s): Evan, Freddie/Freddy, Gold/Golden

Age(s): permakid, 8, cannot age

Pronouns: he/him

Gender(s): cismale

Orientation(s): reluctantly paras

TransID(s): transharmed, transabused, permaabused, transdead, transmurdered, trisbrownhair, transcurlyhair, transtoothgap

Source(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s

Paras: plushophilia and robophilia, confused about both

Emoji signoff:🧸🦾 or 🧸🤖

Positive trigger(s): plush animal bears, top hats

[cinemaslife]

#153 Asylum: el experimento (2014)

El Dr. Edward Newgate (Jim Strurgess) se encuentra en los bosques alrededor del sanatorio Stonewood buscando como llegar hasta él, es pleno invierno y el frío te puede dejar congelado antes de llegar a la puerta.

Cuando por fin logra entrar se da cuenta de que el Dr. Silas Lamb (Ben Kingsley) director del sanatorio, tiene una visión de la salud mental totalmente diferente a la de la época, ya que nos encontramos en 1899 y la crueldad contra los internos era demasiado común. Incluso con experimentos con electricidad o agua. En cambio, el Dr. Lamb deja convivir a todo tipo de enfermos mentales con otros, creando una sociedad que se mantiene unida y en equilibrio. Ya que para él los únicos que no tienen perdón son los sádicos.

Esto sorprende al Dr. Newgate, ya que si un interno no quiere comer, el Dr. Lamb lo respeta y no le obliga a alimentarse por vías para que no muera. En la cocina trabajan enfermos que lo mismo comen gusanos que cocinan ardillas para comer. En la institución es común ver al equipo médico con los internos confraternizando, y el Dr. Newgate no puede creer esas metodologías. Aun así, él ha venido a por otra cosa, y lo sabe en el momento en el que se cruza con Eliza Graves (Kate Beckinsale) una interna enferma de histeria que no parece que debiera estar allí. Se trata de una mujer de la alta sociedad, como el resto, de los internos, pero que mantiene su serenidad, su cordura y su necesidad de salir de allí.

El Dr. Newgate se siente atraído hacia la Señora Graves de una manera enigmática y magnética, y ella, por raro que parezca también por él. Pero se muestra desconfiada porque su marido la metió interna y ella sabe que ese no es su lugar.

Una noche por los respiraderos de la caldera, el Dr. Newgate escucha unos ruidos y con un candelabro sigue el sonido hasta las calderas del sanatorio, donde encuentra una especie de cárcel, donde se encuentran encerrados y muriendo de hambre muchas personas. Sorprendido y con pánico intenta salir corriendo, pero los allí encerrados le indican que no son locos, que son el verdadero equipo del sanatorio formado por médicos y enfermeras, allí, se presenta el Dr. Salt (Michael Caine) el verdadero director. Que le demuestra mediante alegaciones que son el verdadero equipo médico del sanatorio y que llevan un mes encerrados allí por los pacientes.

De alguna manera los durmieron y los metieron en los calabozos, sin comida y prácticamente sin agua para dejarlos morir. Y al ser pleno invierno y hacer tanto frío, no hay visitantes que puedan darse cuenta del cambio.

El Dr. Salt tampoco era un ángel, era común sus creencias de que la electrocución, los ahogamientos, los tocamientos a pacientes y otro tipo de tortura para poder investigar con el dolor de las personas que estaban allí, por ello se formó la rebelión. Y le recuerda al Dr. Newgate que la convivencia de diversos pacientes con diferentes estados mentales acabará en tragedia, ya que muchos de ellos necesitan estar encerrados porque son peligrosos socialmente.

Edward ha visto varios de estos, pero cree que conviven correctamente entre ellos, de todas maneras él ha ido hasta allí para rescatar a Eliza Graves y poder huir con ella para construir una vida juntos.

Cuando el Dr. Lamb habla con el director, el Dr. Salt, le informa de que están llevando todo lo mejor posible, pero el director los conoce y sabe que están enfermando de frío porque las calderas están apagadas y que como liberó a todos los pacientes estos arrasarían con la enfermería abusando de todos los medicamentos buscando drogarse con heroína u otros calmantes (en esa época era común la heroína para tranquilizar a los pacientes, pero generándoles dependencia).

El Dr. Lamb no lo admite, pero sus gestos determinan que es cierto todo lo que dice y que están condenados todos a morir antes de que llegue la primavera. Ya que la gestión llena de buenas intenciones, no es una gestión correcta que tenga en cuenta todos los puntos de vista.

Aprovechando el fin de año, Eliza y Edward intentan liberar a los encarcelados, pero son descubiertos. Eliza huye, pero Edward es apresado y atado a una camilla para poder darle electroshock y que olvide quién es y se quede en estado vegetativo. Justo como hace el Dr. Lamb con el Dr. Salt cuando se harta de él.

Eliza salva a Edward en el último momento, pero descubre que Edward la conocía de antes y temiendo que lo envíe su marido para matarla, huye de él. Edward la sigue huyendo de diversos pacientes y del Dr. Salt, y cuando llega hasta Eliza le cuenta toda la verdad.

Que la vio en una de las clases magistrales y realmente creyó que ella no era una enferma, sino que había sido erróneamente diagnosticada y que su sitio no era allí, que debía reposar en un sitio más tranquilo. Ella le cree y se besan, buscando la salida juntos, pero la única manera es deteniendo al Dr. Lamb y solo hay una manera de hacerlo, hurgando en su pasado para saber que le llevó a estar interno en la institución mental.

Gracias al Dr. Salt descubren los archivos del Dr. Lamb que resultó ser un verdadero médico en la guerra, y que perdió el juicio viendo a tantos jóvenes con miembros amputados y sufriendo por lo que decidió disparar a todos los que se encontraban sufriendo con 6 balas, buscando que la última fuera para él. Pero, al chico más joven que asesino era un simple tamborilero que perdió ambos brazos y que su imagen lo persigue tortuosamente con flashbacks.

Edwards le enseña la foto del joven al Dr. Lamb y este se rompe, su mente se agrieta y se queda en estado vegetativo, incapaz de hablar o pensar, se queda en estado catatónico, y es guiado por Eliza cuando empieza el incendio que provocan algunos internos.

Cuando Edward le pide a Eliza que escapen, ella le confiesa que sabe que está enferma y que no se ha recuperado, y que su lugar es el sanatorio, quizás no ese, pero que no está rehabilitada para estar en sociedad. Edward entonces le confiesa que no es médico, que en realidad es un paciente que la vio en una clase de medicina donde llevaron a ambos como monos de feria y que se enamoró perdidamente de ella. Ambos huyen a un sanatorio muy bonito en Italia, en la Toscana, y se quedan internos los dos. Recuperándose.

Cuando la primavera llega al sanatorio y pueden recibir visitas, vemos al Dr. Salt y al Dr. Lamb jugando al ajedrez, cuando llegan dos hombres, uno es el marido de Eliza Graves, y el otro es un doctor que asegura ser Edward Newgate, pese a la confusión este explica que uno de sus pacientes que tiene problemas de identidad se enamoró de Eliza Graves y que fue a buscarla pese a las inclemencias para poder escapar con ella. Robándole su identidad y todas sus cosas.

La pareja de Edward y Eliza bailan en la Toscana, donde se llaman el uno al otro Señor y Señora Lamb, ahora tienen una nueva identidad en un precioso sanatorio donde pueden amarse.

Ell Dr. Lamb reaccionan diciendo "jaque mate", cuando se enteran de la verdadera "identidad" de Edward Newgate.

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roleplayer name: eliza

roleplayer pronouns: she/her

preferred communication: Discord because the search function is easy to navigate. I often find myself digging through previously discussed plotting rather than bothering someone regarding something we've already discussed.

experience: February 2014 was my first Tumblr blog. It's archived for nostalgic reasons. Before that, you could find some of my oc's on Wattpad & Mibba. If you really want to go back I used to have a friend growing up and anytime we'd have a sleepover we would stay up all night telling 'stories.' We'd select a cast of face claims devise a plot and do our best to wrap up the story before dawn.

preferred roleplay type: para/multipara/novella

pet peeves & dealbreakers: My pet peeve is negative vague posting. I will always assume you're talking about me. A deal breaker is repeated requests for personal contact info.

plots or memes: I won't pretend that I'm not a total plotting whore. Sure memes are great for icebreakers or chemistry tests, but I need to plan the trajectory of things.

best time to write: Whenever my house is quiet. Currently, it's during the day once or twice (if I'm lucky) a week. Sometimes at night when the rest of the house goes to sleep.

are you like your muse?: I think there are pieces of me to be found in all my muses. I remember thinking for a while it was only apparent in a few until a close mutual pointed out the similarities between Alex and me. A muse I thought I couldn't be further from, but they were absolutely right. Alex and I play the same role in sibling and family dynamics, and it took someone who knew me well enough to point it out.

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Dylan O'Brien y Eliza Scanlen protagonizan el tráiler oficial de "Caddo Lake" 

El thriller producido por M. Night Shyamalan se estrena el 10 de octubre en Max.

Cuando una niña de ocho años desaparece misteriosamente, una serie de muertes y desapariciones del pasado empiezan a unirse, alterando para siempre la historia de una familia rota.