Alondra  Is  Many  Things  –  A  Painter,  A  Ballerina,  An  Ethereal  Being  That  Shines 

📲 TO: heath ❤️‍🔥

briar: KING ‼️‼️‼️

briar: absolutely no reason to be alarmed but i DO think i broke our door

briar: shit’s chill though dw

Yellowjackets (2021-). Them's The Brakes.

breakfast at tiffany’s (1961) dir. blake edwards

ALEXA BARAJAS as MARI IBARRA Yellowjackets 3.04: 12 Angry Girls and 1 Drunk Travis

GLEN POWELL and DAISY EDGAR-JONES | HOT ONES VERSUS

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✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

mandatory  (  take  with  a  grain  of  salt,  she's  prone  to  dramatics.  it  was  an  invite  from  an  irritatingly  perky  girl  she's  already  forgotten  the  name  of  )  trips  to  the  rabbithole   may  be  part  of  pandora's  personal  hell.  she's  only  ever  here  for  slam  poetry  nights,  which  are  considerably  more  quiet  than  …  whatever  is  going  on.  now  she's  stuck  with  two  losers  and  a  shitty  vodka  cran.  she's  got  a  stupid  note  on  her  head,  again  presented  to  her  by  that  annoyingly  kind  girl  (  marjorie?  miley?  maggie?  ),  and  her  eyes  fly  to  the  similar  one  on  patti's.  a  little  tug  at  the  corner  of  her  lips  as  she  inspects  them,  “  …  no.  but  it's  up  for  debate,  often.  ”  a  pause  before  she  points  to  her  own,  “  do  i  look  like  a  tory?  ” 

After a day submerged in the bloody hue of the dark room developing films, Patti had decided to switch things up for the evening; the neon red of The Rabbithole, instead, little pinprick strobes that scuttled the tops of her knuckles like ladybugs. For reasons unknown, they were also wearing red contacts as if mid demonic possession. They'd slot into a booth with Pandora and two random transfers that they'd never met. Upon each of their foreheads was a hastily licked rolling paper, all bearing a different name. When the strangers they'd collected to play with for the evening had gotten up to buy Patti and Pandora another round, Patti leaned across the table and perched their chin on their fist, squinted in concentration. She'd written 'Jason Statham' on Bambi's paper. Her own was still a mystery. "Do I have a limp wrist?" @mindfulls

# GIRLZSPACE  —  a  dependent  multi-muse  written  for  eightiesbby  ,  loved  by  bambi  (22,  she/her,  pst) featuring:

—  GENESIS ARELLANO  ;  twenty6, radcliffe’s very own spoiled brat !

little  miss  “  i'm  buzzed  and  happy  off  of  two  wine  coolers  and  one  shot  of  shitty  vodka  ”  has  been  sauntering  her  way  around  the  store  for  the  past  two  minutes  dramatically  performing  lay  all  your  love  on  me  when  she  hears  naomi's  woes.  they  activate  something  in  her  (  if  only  because  genesis  is  always  looking  for  an  excuse  to  talk  to  naomi  anyway  )  and  she's  immediately  spinning  around,  doubling  back  while  an  easy  smile  finds  its  way  onto  her  face. 

“  socially  anxious  why  ?  we're  with  friends,  silly  !  ”  even  genesis  knows  that's  not  true,  but  she  hopes  it  quells  the  other's  obvious  unease.  she  holds  her  wine  cooler  out,  rim  tilted  towards  naomi,  “  you  want  some  ?  it'll  make  you  feel  better.  “  she  turns  the  bottle  for  a  moment  to  check  the  flavor,  ”  pink  pina  colada  sunrise.  whatever  that  means.  it's  so  good  !  ”

the music's a little too loud and the lights are doing that weird flicker thing that makes her feel like she’s stuck in a music video she didn’t sign up for. naomi’s in the corner, back against the wall, fingers curled around a sweating can of raspberry seltzer. it’s warm now but it gives her something to do with her hands.

“guess i’m the designated wallflower tonight,” she says with a crooked half-smile, glancing sideways at whoever wandered close enough to hear her. “don’t worry—i’m not judging anyone’s dance moves. just...observing. like a very socially anxious wildlife biologist.” she takes a sip, eyes scanning the room again, heart doing that uneven beat it always does when she’s pretending she’s not hoping someone will come talk to her.