#prue halliwell playlist

[someonefantastic]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PHOEBE HALLIWELL | November 2, 1975

[varianwinchester]

Hey just a bit excited! Here’s my newly made Charmed playlists!

This one is meeting Cole, him hiding his secret, it being very star-crossed lovers, finding it out the secret, and then helping him go on the run. And the pre-marriage and pre-Source Cole as both demon and human stuff at the beginning of Season 4.

This one is Cole being the source and hiding it from Phoebe, the two being rulers of Hell, and Cole trying to redeem himself after the situations.

They just seem so fairytale-like so I couldn’t help but make a playlist for them. This is mainly on vibes with some instances of season 2’s love triangle? Idk I will add more as I continue watching

I am still making Prue’s playlist so if you have any suggestions please feel free to let me know!

[ofdelphis]

lucy boynton. thirty-one. cis woman. she / her. ┊┊ STELLA FEATHERINGHAM, better known as agent DELPHI has been with cerberus corp as an eo since 2019 and is LEVEL TWO. TAKING A WRONG TURN ONLY TO BE MET WITH A CAR DRIVING THE WRONG WAY DOWN A ONE-WAY STREET has gifted them PRECOGNITION, though IT’S LIMITS BEING ONLY 15 SECONDS INTO THE FUTURE has also been noted. when they aren’t protecting the tri-state area, they are fond of EXPERIMENTING WITH COOKING and are never seen without A WELL-WORN REFILLABLE LEATHER-BOUND JOURNAL. civilians think they are POLITE & DEDICATED, but some of the other agents see them as ANAL RETENTIVE & COMBATIVE. cerberus corp should consider the fact that their last mission status was SUCCESSFUL (BY SOME MIRACLE) when giving out the next one.

featheringham  ,  stella  .

(   thirty-one  ,  precognisant  ,  level ii agent   )

BIOGRAPHY    /    PINTEREST    /    PLAYLIST

001.  GENERAL

name  stella mae featheringham . nicknames  lella ( parents ) / stel ( friends ) . age  thirty-one . date of birth  february 1st 1992 . zodiac  aquarius . place of birth  portland , maine . current residence  greenwich village , new york city . gender  cis woman . pronouns  she / her . sexuality  bisexual . occupation  level ii cerberus agent . faceclaim  lucy boynton . height  5'5 / 1.65m . tattoos  none . piercings  two on right ear , one on left . distinguishing features  a small gap between her two front teeth . positive traits  polite , dedicated , careful , practical . negative traits  anal retentive , combative , anxious , neurotic . labels / tropes  ( coming soon . ) inspirations  prue halliwell ( charmed ) , sally owens ( practical magic ) . likes  black tea , coffee , cooking , swimming , the colour blue , cats , history books , the ocean , rain and thunder , sunsets , seashells , rock collecting . dislikes  cliffs , long drives , tarot , astrology , harsh sunlight , summer , skinny jeans , the sound of trumpets , movie night without popcorn , lukewarm baths . fears  spiders , car crashes , the dark ( only outside and alone ) . hobbies  cooking , baking , recording podcasts she'll never upload . habits  lip biting , pacing , clicking and unclicking pens , journaling .

002.  EXTRA ORDINARY

near death experience…  what led to her becoming an eo were truly a series of unfortunate events, just an accident after the other that truly couldn't have been expected. stella had left work late to dinner with her family, and was distracted — she spaced out and took a wrong turn, cursed herself for being even later, and then noticed a car coming at her down a one-way street. for someone with a healthy dose of anxiety looming over her at all times, the split second she had to think before the collision was " why didn't i see this coming? " because when push comes to shove, she should've thought about this possibility, why wouldn't something like this not happen to her? she survived, barely, but turns out second-guessing yourself even at the face of death has its benefits . power…  finding out about her precognition was quite frankly terrifying — no one is truly prepared to suddenly start getting flashes of everything that's about to happen in the next few seconds, totally at random with no warning at all. that isn't to say it doesn't come in handy even in day to day situations — her precognition kicks in usually when she's in perceived danger, but it's not particularly good at discriminating what danger is. sometimes, it's true life or death, sometimes it's the possibility of stepping in a puddle or knocking over her favourite vase. over the years she's come to learn how to control it to an extent — if she focuses hard enough, she can force a vision , but truly her power ends up giving her more daily headaches than anything else . drawbacks / vulnerabilities…  ultimately stella's precognition doesn't have too many drawbacks other than having the ability to be genuinely annoying, and being incredibly inconsistent. they're also very limited in terms of time — she only has 15 seconds of foresight, and no amount of effort will push that further. any abilities that affect foresight ( i.e. if someone can predict someone's next combat move, for example ) will always be a huge detriment to her, as what she sees is never fixed — it can change, and be easily intercepted . cerberus corp…  applying for cerberus was less a case of " this is my dream job " and more of a situation where she kept running into issues at her old job as a sous chef. her ability triggered incredibly often ( surprisingly, a kitchen full of flammable items can be very dangerous — thankfully by now her power's more stable ) and cerberus seemed like a safe bet. as far as the actual work is concerned, stella's motto has been to keep her head down and just do her job, go where she's needed and then go home. sometimes she's useful in more stressful missions, sometimes her power's too much of a wildcard and she can do something quieter. is her job her favourite thing in the world? no but it's not the worst and sometimes that's a good spot to be in . codename…  the choice of a codename was more nerve-wracking than she'd expected, and delphi seemed like the best option out of the ones in rotation — pythia was another one she'd toyed with, but it felt too presumptuous. all in all, it's a solid codename that she doesn't mind going by, and one she's come to cherish as a part of herself too.

[andromedusia]

PRUE HALLIWELL: wiccan wonder. 

"Billy, it’s the 21st century. It’s the woman’s job to save the day."

[lamachineee]

TV Series  - Charmed playlist

how soon is now? // torn // evidence // gypsys, tramps & thieves // s.o.s // animal instinct // blue monday // tonight and the rest  of my life // give me a reason  // breathless // dream on // can’t get you out of my head // blame it on the weatherman // come into my world // take it off // tears from the moon // strict machine // me againts the world // precious // into the fire // what else is there? // everywhere // irresistible // sweet harmony // bitter sweet symphony // only when i sleep

[phoebehalliwell]

🔊 Prue Halliwell

she's so high but the one i have on the playlist i used to play at work is actually the cover by castlecomer and then also televised by hunny bc literally <3 she's so bright. and then also like nellie by dr dog. quarter past midnight by bastille. fuck it the entire doom days album. that was one of my college crisis albums i used to listen to it on my way to class but it like. it always makes me feel kinda happy like yes i'm walking a mile through the forest in a thick fog but at least im moving (this is not a metaphor. my college was literally in the middle of the woods.) amsterdam by imagine dragons. oh you think liking imagine dragons is cringe? why don't you shut up listen to night visions and remember what it was like to be 13 (rose colored) again. this is not a playlist. please don't listen to this like it's supposed to be a playlist lol these are just tangled vibes.

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[shcnley]

╰ ✧ ZOEY DEUTCH. MUSE SEVEN. BISEXUAL. ❞ say hello to the s club’s very own SHANLEY EVANS! a TWENTY-THREE year old CISFEMALE that goes by SHE/HER pronouns. i heard they were voted MOST TALKATIVE in high school, which says a lot about them because they’re very VIVACIOUS and DEPENDABLE, but watch out for their IMPULSIVE and STUBBORN side as well. i hope they’re ready to take a break from being a TEACHER and finally get this summer started! 

hiiii friendssss, i’m gigi!!! and here’s my lil french fry lovin’ bb, shanley. sooo excited to plot w/ you allllll <333 

B A S I C S

full name: shanley nicole evans gender: cisfemale pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual age: 23 years old birthday: january 27th 1997 birthplace: NYC currently living: chicago, il relationship status: single zodiac: aquarius sun, virgo moon, leo rising occupation: teacher ( 1st grade )

I N S P O

characters: jessica day ( new girl ), lorelai gilmore ( gilmore girls ), harper ( set it up ), summer roberts ( the o.c. ), alexis rose ( schitt’s creek ), & amy march ( little women ). music: click this sentence for playlist !!  pinterest: click this sentence for pinterest !! 

B A C K G R O U N D

kso, i’m going to be honest. shanley had an extremely normal and happy childhood. her parents met in high school, fell in love and were married after graduating college. her father ( theodore evans / think sandy cohen from the oc ) is an executive vice president of an insurance company while her mother ( clara evans / think kristina braverman from parenthood ) is a stay-at-home mom. born and raised in new york city. she has an older sister ( haddie evans / think prue halliwell from charmed ) who is three years older, she has an extremely close relationship with her. shanley is obsessed with family, tbh. she tells them just about everything. they had dinner together every night and talk about their days, have inside jokes, go on family vacations every summer ( before sclub summers ). overall, her parents are very loving and supportive, wanting only the best for their daughters. in high school, shanley was convinced she wasn’t like other girls *pUkeS*. she was very outgoing. like she literally made friends with anyone and everyone. a friendly face; probably the student who showed the new students around. it was rare to see shanley upset or rude to anyone unless she was defending someone. she had good grades (our shanny was v advanced), kind of a teacher’s pet but like still got her seat moved or sent to the hallway because she wouldn’t stop talking. i almost made her superlative most likely to say something stupid because like that’s her too. she was on the yearbook committee, played volleyball, and was a part of the student government. if she wasn’t at school or home, you would most likely find her with arlo, which whew. a story there. when it came to the sclub, she spent whatever free time she had left with them. encouraging all the trouble; shanley will do ANYTHING you tell her to and probably doesn’t think about it. don’t give her dumbass a dare because she will do it. sorry , i forgot what i was going to say; let’s change topics. NO i remembered, lets carry on. she’s always up for a good time. don’t hesitate to invite shan...even if you don invite her...she’ll invite herself SO. fast forward to college, shanley was accepted to loyola university and moved to chicago. how excite!!!!  kso she always knew she wanted to go away for school yanno be miss independent thats why they love her BUT college life wasn’t easy, not in the beginning at least. she was going through a breakup and lost herself for a while. became cold and detached; honestly after the break up her routine was to go to class then back to her dorm, study, cry and repeat. she was only friends with her roommates till finally they forced her to go out and deal with her heartbreak the “””normal””” college way aka getting stupid drunk. *tiktok vc* it izz what it izz. joined a sorority then dropped it because it was too culty for her. she got a part time job at insomnia cookies. slowly became high school shanley again. her spirits were especially lifted when she began student teaching. the kids made her so happy. they also proved to her that teaching was what she was meant to do. next thing ya know, four years are up and our girl has a degree in elementary education.  no one probably asked but her love life !!! like mentioned earlier shanley is single. she was convinced she was going to end up marrying arlo, maybe not right after high school like people assumed but eventually. they just connected on another level so when he ended things after their first year of college, shan was crushed. but if you’re curious, she's still got the hots for arlo. are we surprised tho? no? exactly. thanks for reading, pals. dsjkn okay i’ll add more. fine. so she hooks up with people and goes on dates but no one sticks. she doesn’t want them to stick either. she knows she had that like one great love and doubts she’ll ever feel it again so she just prefers to be on her own. she don’t need no man !!!!!!!! except for one...but mind ur business. so like what is shanley nicole evans up to now? well, her original plan was to move back home once she had graduated. but she was offered a teaching position in chicago and gladly accepted it. she figured since she loved living in chicago so much and it was at the school where she completed her student teaching; it all felt right for her to stay there. this was a fresh start for her. and she got it!! ya girl moved into a beautiful ( expensive ) apt near lake shore drive, started her own tiktok account where she randomly went viral and fell in love with all her students who she calls her kiddy beans!!

E X T R A !!

has 4 tattoos:       portrait of her dog, on her left calf // why? again obsessed w/ her dog       aquarius symbol,  on her right outer elbow side // zodiac hoe. Is v proud       coffee mug, on her right wrist side // her first tattoo. couldnt think of anything else.       honey bee, back of her arm above elbow // got really drunk, heard a song, thought of arlo, ended up at a shop with friends as a joke and woke up the next morning with it. 8 piercings: 3 each lobe. Industrial ( left ). tragus ( right ). sings when she talks sometimes most of the time speaks in really bad accents; new jersey being her fav is always in a dress...look at her pinterest...all she has is dresses. she likes to show off her legs ok. obsessed with animals ( if she’s not paying attention, its bc she’s thinking about her dog and/or bunnies ), coffee, and junk food. a jonas brothers stan, nick is her favorite brother. shelf is her favorite song. cries whenever she hears when you look me in the eyes ( she sang it to arlo when he took her to their concert ). has a big following on tiktok. on the teacher side. she posts her ootd and weird shit her students have said. sometimes even reenacts scenes from new girl. a reality tv show about birds she sees. its quite entertaining.  potatoes and pasta are her favorite foods. grew up making fairy gardens has a concentration face  dances for no and every reason.especially if she’s excited or beat someone in something. rambles way too much, forgets what she’s talking about mid sentence, attention span of a fruit fly. she has a hammock named bartholomew and she chills on it when she’s sad...so most of this trip. :-)))

welcome 2 the end; gimme all ur plots. i wanna plot with you all. i am down for everything and anything. 

[thestarsare-endless]

12, 25, 32, 61, 62

12. name of your favorite playlist? i don’t really listen to playlists, i just put my library on shuffle and go from there! 

25. first song you remember hearing? uhhhh probably some 80′s song my parents were listening too? i really don’t know lmao

32. top five favorite vines? “is that a weed?!”, “merry chrysler”, “drop my croissant”, “road work ahead i sure hope it does”, “country boy i love you”, there are sooooo many more!!!

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? i have a couple off the top of my head! i’m sure there’s more but here’s what i have: “Let things be, let yourself be, let everything be and accept it as it is. Nothing more. Nothing less.”, “Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place.”, “Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.”, “stay strong through your pain, grow flowers from it, you have helped me grow flowers out of mine so: bloom beautifully, dangerously, loudly, bloom softly, however you need just bloom”

62. seven characters you relate to? wynonna earp, waverly earp, nicole haught from wynonna earp, prue halliwell, piper halliwell from charmed, amy from booksmart, debbie ocean from ocean’s 8!

[drcsmdws-blog]

have you been re-introduced to DORCAS MEADOWES? last we heard, the PUREBLOOD was most familiar with TIMELINE ONE. I don’t recall if they were always a RAVENCLAW, but I’ve heard the SEVENTH YEAR. is still LOYAL, STRATEGIC, OBSERVANT and INDECISIVE, OVERTHINKING, RETICENT, so that’s familiar. at least SHE remembers her way around the castle.

PINTEREST. | PLAYLIST.

CHARACTER INSPO:  Astrid Leong ( Crazy Rich Asians ), Veronica Lodge ( Riverdale - i’m so sorry ), Rory Gilmore ( Gilmore Girls ), Peyton Charles ( iZombie ), Prue Halliwell( Charmed ), Celeste Wright ( Big Little Lies ),Carla Rosón ( Elite )

character history ( mentions of suicide, death, ocd, alcoholism )

HISTORY:

MEMORY ONE: THE FIRST WIN AGAINST BELARUS MEADOWES.

“Dad, why is my name Dorcas?”

          “Why is the sky blue?”

The two had a chess date every Saturday afternoon that carried into her Hogwarts years. He’d make the trip to the castle just to spend some quality time and when Dorcas was old enough to go on Hogsmeade trips, they’d find their spot in Madame Puddifoots amidst the couples and giggling girls in the shop. Belarus loved being surrounded by so many happy and smitten people, Dorcas could see how he thrived, how he practically fed off of it like he was in deficit of it  – of love. If Dorcas was being honest with herself ( which, she rarely was)she knew that things with her parents weren’t right, she knew her father and her mother didn’t really love each other the way they should’ve, the way the couples around them did, but she didn’t concern herself with that then.

         She was playing to win and this chess game she might’ve had a chance.

Belarus gave a knowing smile, he knew his daughter well, he knew she was really really trying this time, but he was not going to give her the win. No matter how much she tried to distract him with nonsensical questions.

“It’s because it fits you,” he started, while Dorcas shot him look that said how could you think the name Dorcas fits anyone. “I’m serious, I knew you’d be a dork the minute you came out of your mother’s womb.”

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?”

     “I like to think I’m clever, yes.”

“You’re not quick, though,” Dorcas announced triumphantly as the final move was made, a checkmate about to be declared. A semi-stunned Belarus leaned back in his chair and admired his daughter’s resourcefulness, her quick wit, he didn’t know if in that moment she’d have made a better Slytherin than Ravenclaw, but he thought she could’ve been a brilliant one. An argument could’ve been made that Dorcas, in another life, would’ve been a Slytherin, maybe if she’d grown up differently, maybe if she had to rely more on self-preservation than she did at cleverly hiding things away she didn’t want the world to know. If she had a quick wit that stung because hers soared, it carried her above the masses, it made her a formidable chess rival because she was able to see more from the towers than the dungeons. From Afar. Observant for the sake of learning, not just for survival.

Maybe she’d learned from the best, watching her father all these years, an imitation act that became an identity.

“Checkmate,” Dorcas smiled, bouncing in her seat, a bright smile on her face. In that moment, she could’ve screamed with joy, but it wasn’t the victory that was the most important to her – it was finally giving her father a worthy opponent. It wasn’t just student surpassing teacher, it was finally a meeting of EQUALS. Belarus would always complain to Dorcas about how dull the people at the pureblood societal events they went to were, the older she got the more he felt comfortable complaining and being so open, but he was never open enough. Even though he was her father, Dorcas knew he needed a friend, she hoped she could be as much as a friend to him as he was to her.

Dorcas had a ready mind, she could tell that her father was not happy, that he was pretending more often than not, it was something they had in common. At least they could brave this world. Together.

MEMORY TWO: THE FUNERAL OF BELARUS MEADOWES.

No one gave any speeches. No one remembered Belarus like Dorcas did. Her father, her monument, her soul – no one gave a shit, not a real one, besides Dorcas. No one wanted to give more attention to the shameful tragedy that was Belarus ending his life, they all thought him weak, unmanly, pathetic. Some say that death sweetens the memory but for Belarus, for everyone else but Dorcas, it made the memory of his existence and how it ended left a bitter taste in everyone’s mouths. They barely spoke his name. The family who he’d left behind barely able to comprehend what he’d done – Dorcas was no exception. She was the closest to him.  She remembers begging her mother to let her give a eulogy, to do something for her father’s memory, but it was all a cut and dry affair. There could be no tragedy if they didn’t mourn him like one, denial was their friend, her mother would coo into her ear and though Dorcas knew she was right ( denial had been a dear friend over the years ) it didn’t feel like the right thing when it came to her father’s passing.

This struck Dorcas Meadowes as she was often NOT concerned on whether or not she was doing the right thing.

Every year she leaves a charmed Peace Lily that lasts an entire month without any additional care ( because who else besides Dorcas would visit him? ), every year there’s a period of time where Dorcas just shuts herself in her bathtub and reads. Not the Prophet, which once held Belarus’ obituary and a small section reserved for the Meadowes family and their contribution to society, but the books she used to read with her father that she doesn’t touch any other days of the year. Dorcas, who has always had various preparations for anything she did now lived by the little rituals to help her get through the monotony of her life without her father. The extensive skin care routine. The bi-weekly hair masks made by her own hands, diligently crafted in her cauldron. The way she redid and color coded the notes she had for all her classes every Saturday afternoon at the end of the week. Making her bed, the corners perfectly in place, every morning. Rituals which help her maintain some semblance of balance without him around, to help her cope, that have become staples in her life that help her gather up the endurance to continue being her.

She goes on that way, the Dorcas Meadowes shown to the world is clever and knows what to say, know how to say the right things and when, is kind and is your friend, but not your best friend. She’s popular and known, she’s warm but distant, she’s an enigma to some but really she’s just a girl who knew the art of surviving and knew how to make the best out of a situation that was impossible. That she couldn’t escape from. That she wouldn’t dream to escape from because why should she? The money, the access, the lack of personal fulfillment was easy to mask, she had the privilege to do so much – she could do so much more from within should she ever want to lift a finger to do more than she did. There was nothing morally against her life, it might’ve killed her father, but how could she leave? Her friends who meant the world to her were still by her side, the ones she’d grown up with, her mother may not have loved her but she had a legacy, a birthright, she had a place in society that was too precious to give up and she knew it. Dorcas knew it, even if it killed her too, that her life was textbook-ly too good to leave.

Still, she wondered, why couldn’t her father have stayed? At his funeral she looked at him, his body, one last time before he was put into the ground and could only wonder why?

She always thought she understood him, that she understood how he felt, but had she? Had she ever? Had she really? When she could still stay in this world while he was gone?

MEMORY THREE: THE MOURNING OF BELARUS MEADOWES: BARGAINING.  

Had Dorcas Meadowes ever been loved by her mother? Truly loved? Given a hug not based on merit but because when you love someone so much you just can’t help but to physically cherish them, their existence, to express it in physical touch. Had she ever given her daughter a kiss on the cheek before bed, wishing her sweet dreams, reading bedtime story upon bed time story until her imagination was quelled into a sleep filled with dreams&technicolor fantasies?

( Dorcas doesn’t dream anymore.         If it’s not a dark sleep, it’s a scene.                 It’s a flashback. It’s the coroner’s report.                         Her father’s casket buried into the ground.                                       Bottles of Merlot broken upon marble floors –                                              was his blood that red too when he passed?                         It’s question after question,                        It’s maze after maze. Dorcas doesn’t dream anymore. )

Had her mother ever made her laugh so hard her mascara smudged, had she ever ever spent hours upon hours playing chess with her? Had they read in their library in tandem, sitting in a comfortable silence for hours on end? Had they ever sat on the balcony in their villa at Lake Como and talked about the world, about the stars ( she never listened or cared much about them but when Belarus talked about the stars, about anything, you listened ). Had she ever gone to Paris with her and serenaded her on the tip top of the Eiffel tower? Had her mother spent hours answering every question Dorcas ever had? Had she run through the streets of Rome with her, flown on a broomstick at night around the Colosseum ( What fun would being a wizard be if we can’t break into muggle monuments, my Doe? ). Had she jumped in the turquoise waters of Santorini and spoken extremely horrible Greek with a tired Dorcas carried on her shoulders?

Had she ever helped her when it wasn’t in her best interest to do so? Had she ever let her daughter have the option of being ANYTHING but her own personal Atlas?

( Her mother spent hours lost in booze, lost in anger, in a rage that Dorcas could understand, could feel herself some days but with a Sterling Silver Role Model like her mother she vowed to never ever be like her. Her children would never know their mother blacked out, slurred speech, screaming, her children would only know chess, kindness, laughter, charms&gentleness – this she VOWS. )

Dorcas wishes she could’ve lightened the load he felt, she hopes, she ( dreams ) knows that having just one month with him she could finally understand why he did what he did, why he left her, why she wasn’t enough to tie him to this Earth for even a few years more when theyboth could’ve made their escape? Didn’t he know she’d follow him to the ends of the Earth, didn’t he know he was her world, her stars, her sky, her ocean? If she had told him more, if only she had written him more letters. It kept her up at night, thinking of why she wasn’t enough and what more she could’ve done because when she looked back, she knew there was always so much more she could’ve been & done for him, Dorcas wondered too –  did he know something she didn’t about leaving this society? Was she forever trapped like him, wasdeath the only way out, was that why he did it? Why, why, why, she made herself sick with the why but that wasn’t as important as the gift that having one more month with him would be. Maybe, with their minds combined – she could bring him back. Permanently.

( At least with a month she could let him know she loved him, she’d go to the ends of the world with & for him, that he was so so loved by her, that at least if she could onlyhaveonemonth, if life was to be even crueler than it already had been by giving her so much yet so little time, Dorcas could let her father know he was loved. Some people would be angry, sure, she was angry, but not at him. At everyone else around him. At his wife, her mother, but Merlin, he was loved. That would be enough. )

Lie. She needed so much more.

REACTION:

Dorcas lets herself live in such denial, lets herself push down every doubt she has and any intent on acting on it easily because there is no need to act. But in the other timelines? There was. In one, Voldemort won – she knows deep down she couldn’t have stood idly by and feels a deep sense of agony at the idea of doing so & getting confirmation that she didn’t is both relieving and terrifying. Abandoning the people she grew up with ( because that’s what it is at the end of the day to those in pureblood society, abandonment ) is something she couldn’t see herself doing in her original timeline, but knowing she could should the political climate call for it, that her morals won out, that they always will –  gives her hope. It’s intriguing as well, getting proof that other timelines and alternative universes exist. Fascinating for someone who’s already interested in the great beyond and fantasy worlds she’s read in her books but realizing she was living in a utopia compared to the other timelines is sobering. Seeing the people she cares about in other timelines suffering through other universes while she’s in her ivory tower is guilt-inducing as well. It’s a wake up call, because Dorcas never would’ve described herself as unhappy in her timeline now but seeing other timelines makes her realize things she’s been trying to hide from herself for so long and it’s scary.

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(via https://open.spotify.com/user/myfairwendybird/playlist/2ZeiRqPc0h0ceO035VfLXI?si=ZAj6xKoZTGiqgxIjRYSYXg)

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