#threads; edith

[ulyflynn]

closed for: @edietello

where: docks near fisher's cove

The ride down to the docks was more familiar to him than the back of his own hand, the turns from Ocean Crest remained the same unlike his extremity where healing scratches that once held glass shards and stitched split knuckles still stung every time he used the hand clutch on his bike.

He parked up outside the Tello house in a space that he had once claimed as his own, the walk to where Javier’s boat was docked feeling like an endless stretch. It had been his idea to meet, his conversation with his sister fresh on his mind and still he can’t find it in himself to trust that it wouldn’t go sideways like most things he tried to right.

It’s too late to turn back as he nears the boat and the blonde, not needing to check his phone to know the time. It had to be seven thirty on the dot, Edie wouldn’t have arrived a minute earlier or later.

“Hey.”

[buddywellls]

closed for: @edietello

where: buddy and sola's

"Hey," Buddy greets, stepping aside once he opened the door to clear the way for Edie step into his space. A 'can I come over' text from her tended not to give much away -- much like the sender herself -- and his curiosity is piqued as he closed the door behind her.

"You want anything to drink, or?"

He leaves the question open ended, not feeling the need to elaborate on the offer to not talk given it's what they did best.

[lost-soul-in-time]

Edith has been busy lately, and it’s only now that she’s emerged from her cocoon of information in the restricted area of the library.

As much as her abilities may have begun to prosper with time and attention to detail, she’s still not fluent in her power. There are areas which she cannot tread to alone, spells she can’t control as well as someone with more experience may. That’s what leads her to wait for Merrick in her assigned room of work, hands holding onto the reason she’s here in the first place.

She knows the answer is in here, she just— she only needs to open it and prove that her instinct is correct. Black arts were something she never wanted to work with, especially seeing the affects of it with her brother, but it would only be this once. If her mother didn’t dispose of it, she must have known it would be of use to her someday, right?

The leather of the book possessed a subtle sheen over the black exterior and, although increasingly supple, the charmed lock over it allowed for not a single soul to see its contents. There’s a red hue over Edith’s fingertips, evidence of her burns from her own attempts at making the lock give way.

It would work.

She waits.

@merrick-of-violet

[wormful]

a starter for @honeybuckin from here.

"Please don't tell me you're covered in blood." ... "Whose is it?"

[writtn]

@popcultr liked this post for some starters.

" tell the truth . . . My dress looks cheap, doesn't it ? " It is way cheaper than the last dress she bought right before her family lost all their money. She crosses arms over her chest as her expression settles on that of a scowl. She can't stand the way the fabric feels, even though it's the same kind of fabric used to make other dresses of higher price tags.

[hells-greatestdad]

*Wraps her arms around his waist and lays her head against his back.*

"Did you need some attention?"

He's more than happy to give it.

[mackmontgomery]

closed for: @edietello

where: sharky's

With a careful step over the red tricycle that he's endlessly curious about the origin of -- where did OnlyFans Billy the Puppet get it? Did she always have it? -- Mack makes himself known to Edie with his best Melania Trump greeting along with the whisper of his DIY'd spindly Slenderman fingers along the back of her neck.

"Hellooooo."

[cigvrettedvet]

          edith was no stranger to having movie nights with her friends. but for some reason, it felt a little more exciting with indie. while those other nights were spent watching the corniest movies edith had ever seen, she and indie were able to watch the good stuff. however, edith was sure she had gone a little overboard when it came to snacks - chuckling to herself as she set everything up on the table in front of indie. “so . . . i wasn’t quite sure what you liked and i know i could’ve asked but i wanted to surprise you,” edith explained with a grin, “but i really hope you’re not a fan of twizzlers because i already call dibs,” edith replied, grabbing the pack just to make sure. “how about we start with your favorite for tonight? we have the same taste anyways so i already know it’ll be terrifying but good.”  // @persephonyed​

[nagaficat]

Edith Piaf Plays in the Background

The mysterious object she found in the Aukes’ base constantly tugs at Deirdre’s mind.  Someone used it to send her flowers at the precise moment she needed to see something cheerful and hopeful.  Perhaps the sight of them coupled with the need to find her son again is why she returned from the brink.  She needs to thank whoever it was.  She needs them to know just how important it was to her.

She sets the object down in the middle of a makeshift table in their base and sits in front of it.  It had disappeared a live core she had placed in it and she wonders if the flower giver had received that.  It is a shame she doesn’t have anything lovely to offer in exchange other than just her words.

“This leads somewhere,” she explains to anyone around who might care to listen.  “I believe that someone is on the other end and will receive whatever is placed into this light.  I owe them my gratitude and think I have an idea to find out who it is as well as test my theory.”

Deirdre pulls out her own journal.  It was something she was sure to pack in preparation for this mission.  Every since her memories were lost, she has written in one daily.  It had been the suggestion of Lord Arvis in an attempt to calm her worries that she might forget everything again.  The fear of memory loss is considerably less now that she knows what caused it but it is still a habit that she finds hard to break.

She tears out a page, pulls out a quill, and begins to write.

I do not know who you are but the flowers you sent through here are beautiful.  They found me at the perfect time and have brought hope to myself and my companions.  I wish I was able to send you something lovely in return but the landscape here is awfully dismal.  Thank you for reminding us that there is beauty still out there somewhere.

Much Love,

Deirdre

She draws a heart next to her name and folds the paper in half after the ink dries.  “If I am correct, I simply need to stick it into the light and it will be delivered!”  The paper is placed into the light and vanishes and Deirdre smiles triumphantly.

[laureljacobs]

closed: @edietello

location: driftwood

From the back of the coffee shop, Laurel raised a hand to signal Edie over when they spotted her. They pushed a still-hot cup of black coffee closer to the other side of table and stood.

"Thank you for meeting me," they said when the younger woman got closer, and extended a hand in greeting before sitting back down. "Apologies for dragging you here on your day off, but I appreciate you making the time."

She leaned back in her seat and, never one to beat around the bush, said, "I may have a proposition for you. An offer."

[ulyflynn]

uly 📲 edie.

Uly: Can I see you @edietello

[buddywellls]

buddy 📲 edie.

Buddy: Hey Buddy: Been a while Buddy: You doing alright?

[vtriol]

“ na, @inhaunts, where you going t'day? ” they lean over her shoulder, looking at what she scribbled on some stray pieces of paper. the room was barely lit by the morning sun, but edith seemed like she hadn't slept. “ you t'inking of goin' for the graveyard? ”

[dweemeister]

Mark Bridges wins the Academy Award for Best Costume Design for Phantom Thread (2017) – presented by Eva Marie Saint

At the 90th Academy Awards, the audience was treated to a sprightly Eva Marie Saint (Best Supporting Actress winner for 1952's On the Waterfront and co-star of 1959's North by Northwest), imparting a story about one encounter about famed costume designer Edith Head (a record eight-time winner and 35-time nominee in this category).

The winner that evening was Mark Bridges for Phantom Thread, a movie about an intensely dedicated dressmaker who has a tumultuous relationship with a model. This was second Academy Award for Bridges from his third nomination – previously winning for the silent film and Best Picture winner, The Artist (2011, France). As part of a challenge issued by host Jimmy Kimmel for this ceremony, Bridges also won a jet ski and a trip for two to Lake Havasu for delivering the shortest acceptance speech of the ceremony.

This was Phantom Thread's lone Academy Award win from six nominations, including Original Score (Jonny Greenwood), Supporting Actress (Lesley Manville), Actor (Daniel Day-Lewis in his final film role before retirement), Director (Paul Thomas Anderson), and Best Picture.

[writtn]

open to mutuals ( m, f ).

edith balisay. 25. life of the party.

❛ Aww, what's the matter ? are you feeling jealous ? poor thing. ❜

[pescastories]

◜♥ @winters-club 【Glamrock Chica】 // Starter Call◝

Honestly, being stuck here in this place after closing is the last thing she would've wanted, more or less anyone; yet here she was! The worst thing of them all was having to hide from the multiple animatronics that decided to give chase to someone like her. Of course with past things she encountered, she was able to hide behind one of the counters within the food court of the Pizzaplex from Glamrock Chica, hoping she wouldn't be easily caught.