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We're all stories in the end

@stxries / stxries.tumblr.com

Indie RP account  Olivia Crain - THOHH - mun & muse 21+
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&. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

  • ❛ i didn’t know where else to go. ❜
  • ❛ i’ll never be that me again. ❜
  • ❛ you can still be good. ❜
  • ❛ i thought you’d be here. ❜
  • ❛ don’t act like you know me. ❜
  • ❛ because i care about you, okay? ❜
  • ❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜
  • ❛ i was scared. i thought you had lost your way. ❜
  • ❛ am i supposed to just let you go? ❜
  • ❛ you deserve better than me. ❜
  • ❛ don’t make me do this. ❜
  • ❛ i’m not who you think i am. ❜
  • ❛ you don’t mean that. ❜
  • ❛ please just hold me. ❜
  • ❛ i don’t want to understand, i want you to stay. ❜
  • ❛ and why should i care? ❜
  • ❛ you look awful. ❜
  • ❛ i can’t do this without you. ❜
  • ❛ don’t let me lose you too. ❜
  • ❛ for what it’s worth, i really am sorry. ❜
  • ❛ it’s not your fault. ❜
  • ❛ i don’t know who i am anymore. ❜
  • ❛ is this the part where you kick me out? ❜
  • ❛ don’t we deserve to be happy? ❜
  • ❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜
  • ❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜
  • ❛ it was a nightmare, that’s all. ❜
  • ❛ it’s just a scratch, don’t worry. ❜
  • ❛ you know me better than i know myself. ❜
  • ❛ don’t go where i can’t follow. ❜
  • ❛ you’re better off without me. ❜
  • ❛ we all die alone. ❜
  • ❛ people get hurt if they get too close to me. ❜
  • ❛ i hate what i’ve become. ❜
  • ❛ i’m not going anywhere. ❜
  • ❛ is there anything i can do to help? ❜
  • ❛ i don’t even recognize you anymore. ❜
  • ❛ who did this to you? ❜
  • ❛ please don’t leave me. ❜
  • ❛ oh, now you care? ❜
  • ❛ don’t come any closer! ❜
  • ❛ i missed you so much. ❜
  • ❛ you don’t have to say anything. ❜
  • ❛ do you want me to leave? ❜
  • ❛ why are you avoiding me? ❜
  • ❛ you could have died, you know. ❜
  • ❛ i wish you were here. ❜
  • ❛ you’re not alone. i’m staying right here. ❜
  • ❛ i can be your family. ❜
  • ❛ of course i’m here. where else would i be? ❜
  • ❛ we just can’t seem to get it right, huh? ❜
  • ❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜
  • ❛ don’t push me away again. ❜
  • ❛ this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. ❜
  • ❛ you’re leaving already? ❜
  • ❛ this was a mistake. ❜
  • ❛ can’t sleep? ❜
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stxries​:

ok no I’m lost again

ok so small font does not work with the shortcut, noted. but how abt the reblogs

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I'm just tryna figure out how this new shit works

WAIT YOU CAN CHOOSE A SMALLER FONT NOW?? LIKE IT'S JUST SOMETHING YOU CAN DO??? wow. tumblr did one good thing while I was away

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Mike Flanagan during “The Bent-Neck Lady” Extended Director’s Cut Episode Commentary of The Haunting of Hill House

#;;liv isms#;;button eleanor crain#see this is the shit i talk abt way too often#the fact that even in death the house has the grasp it had on her when she was alive#she never gets better#shes just stuck in this nightmare of feeling like shes the only one who can save the kids#and help them ‘wake up’#shes not deliberately cruel#she doesnt want to hurt anyone#she genuinely thinks this is for the best#AND THATS SO FRIGGIN SAD
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How Do You Feel In Love?

You are a willow tree, providing shade and security

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You protect the only way you know how. You are a safe place, a lantern in the dark, the one who is a home to everyone you love. Your anger is big but quiet. The kind of white-hot rage that does the most damage when someone you love is at risk. You bend but do not break. In this way, no one is stronger than you are.

Tagged By: @inxthexshadows​

Tagging: whoever wants to do thisss

#'you bend but do not break'#i mean#this is wrong both in a mental n a physical way BUT#other than that#im here for it#although i feel like it's probably a bit more hugh than liv?
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Back stiffened when a voice answered what had been a rhetorical question, and an incredulous expression morphed upon Zelda’s features. She had been alone in the room, save for the dead body, but clearly that was no longer the case. A tad reluctantly, the redhaired witch turned to face where the voice had come from, to find the ghost of who could only be the woman now lying dead. Of course, the ghost lacked the gruesome details such as the blood and the gaping hole in her head, but there was no denying this was Olivia Crain.
“Wake up?” Zelda repeatedly slowly in confusion. The Spellman’s were told Olivia Crain’s death had been a suicide, not an accident from which the woman would have been sleepwalking and accidentally fallen to her death.
Setting aside her confusion for now, Zelda composed herself and approached the woman. “My name is Zelda Spellman, my sister and myself have been tasked with… well, with taking care of your body, Mrs. Crain.” There was a brief moment of hesitation on Zelda’s part where her lips puckered as if tasting something sour. She didn’t typically have to tell someone they were dead. “Your family is perfectly fine. They are the ones who contacted us.” She informed. “Are you aware of what happened, Mrs. Crain?” She was at least a little bit curious; they didn’t usually get the spirits of the bodies they dealt with.
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“My husband, he - he didn’t want me to wake them.” She seemed almost lost in her own thoughts, hardly acknowledging that the other woman approached her. All she ever wanted was to keep her children safe, to make sure they wouldn’t get hurt. And the things she’d seen...those horrible images of her sweet girl on a metal slab - much like the one Olivia’s own body was resting on - and her precious boy’s body, pale and stiff on the ground...she had to keep them safe, didn’t she? “ -- and he took our babies.”  She bit down on her lip, almost hard enough that if she were still alive, she would be drawing blood. “I just want to be with them, I..I want to keep them safe.”  That sweet girl, the girl her youngest had talked so much about - she had woken up. She wasn’t in pain, nor scared, nor alone. That was all she wanted for her children, for her family. Was she aware of what had happened after that? Her eyes - glassy and with a somewhat constant lost look to them - locked on the body. On her. She remembered wanting to wake up, needing to wake up. She remembered that woman, the redhead in the blue dress, helping her. “I...I let go of the railing. I - I had to.” But that. That horrific sight. That she couldn’t recall. 

#lcstinthewoods#v; the red room - ghost
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Theo always felt a bit detached from her siblings. She loved them and she cared for them, but she always seemed to be in another dimension when she tried to play with them. There was always something off or different that she couldn’t quite place. But, with her mother? She always felt like she belonged in her presence. That they were friends. Comrades.
The thought caused her to smile, but only slightly. She didn’t want the small curve of her lip to give her away– she had never been the best at expressing her feelings. Even if she did feel a lot. Theo listened intently at her mother’s calming voice. It caressed her eardrums with such importance and love– as if ever words leaving her mother’s mouth were the most well-hidden secrets of the universe. A small bubble of a laugh escaped her lips as her brows rose. That sort of clumsy behavior reminded Theo of someone. Herself. “Your skirt got caught?” A small, amused puff of air left from her nose. She added that image to the never-ending list of reasons why Theo would never wear a skirt.
Her features remained softened as her mother spoke of someday having a place of their own. She scooted on her bum closer to the woman and leaned slightly so that she was pressed into Olivia’s side. “I think I’d like that.” Maybe she could actually find some friends that weren’t her strange, wide-eyed siblings. “This place is kinda of cool though.” She admitted. 
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A smile appeared as her daughter let out a laugh, and she nudged her playfully. “I’m glad you find my pain funny.” She was happy to hear her daughter laugh, Theo wasn’t usually one to express her emotions; in fact, she probably had the best poker face Olivia had ever seen.  In a way she could understand it; shutting people out was easy, keeping them guessing was...secure. But she also wished the girl didn’t feel the need to do so. And so that moment - that moment was precious. 

She nodded. “I asked for my very first pair of pants after that - I was just mortified.” The woman continued, still jokingly. 

As Theo scooted closer, Olivia allowed herself to wrap an arm around her; something she felt like she hadn’t done in far too long. She had to cherish those moments, because sooner or later they’d all be ‘too old’ for such things. And Theo had always been ‘too old,’ seemingly since the day she was born. “It is, isn’t it? I almost wanted to ask your dad if we could just keep this house; but I think I’d prefer having our very own, special home. You can even help design your room if you want?” 

#inxthexshadows#v; beginning of the end - main#(they're TOO. PRECIOUS)
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re-drawing the floor plans? oh, that’s not gonna go over. not with chad, not with nora or vivian or anybody. he looks up at her again, brow furrowed. “that’s a shitty idea,” he scoffs, shakes his head. “nobody around here is gonna go for that, man – you’re gonna get yourself killed.”” straight to the point as always. “you should quit – unless you wanna die.” she questions how many dead are in the house and he genuinely has to stop and think ( there’s just so many ). “uh – like… twenty. twenty five.” he shrugs, grimaces. “i don’t know. people have been dying here since the house was built, so – i don’t know, i can’t keep track.” 
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Of course she didn’t...want to die, but they couldn’t hurt her - not really; could they? Surely not? Either way, at this point she was sure the throbbing behind her eyes might kill her faster than any ghost could, at least. “You...You can’t possibly mean that. You can’t - kill?” She did sound unsure, and truth be told, she was. 

Such a high body count would leave anyone unsure. She fiddled with a ring on her finger in order to somewhat distract herself. “That’s twenty five people since 1922.” It didn’t necessarily sound like that many when worded like that. But it was, it was a lot of people. 

#bloodykneestm
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She had always been at least a tiny bit scared of the visions in her head, especially when she first began getting them - but nothing compared to the absolute FRIGHT she felt when she had touched her mother and all she had felt and seen was DEATH. The person in her vision looked so much like her mother, but she still refused to actually believe it was.
Theo pondered her mothers words, eyebrows pinched together and eyes drawn to the floor thoughtfully. She couldn’t recall her visions ever exaggerating… they often left her confused, but she wouldn’t say they were exaggerated from the truth.
“So… you didn’t jump?” The child inquired hesitantly, fearful eyes peering up at her mother through her lashes. 
She had seen it so clearly, even with how quickly the scene had played before her minds eye, that olivia crain had willingly lept and became that unrecognizable looking body on the ground.

Somewhere deep down, she wanted to tell her daughter the truth. Theo was a smart girl, she caught onto things. And somehow, Olivia knew that she could tell her the truth, that she could explain it and that she would understand - but that look Theo gave her, that fear in her eyes; she couldn’t confirm that fear.

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She shook her head and attempted to at least somewhat reassure her daughter. “No - no, of course not. I would never do anything like that, sweetie,  never.” But she had, she had because that woman told her to. Because it seemed like the only way to end that nightmare.

But that nightmare seemed never ending. If it wasn’t those ghosts in the shadows, if it wasn’t the constant questioning; the bruises on her arms, the suggestion that maybe her husband had done something -- Hugh would never, he had never. It was the stress of having lost all that money; of not being able to flip that hell house, or build their forever house. They had promised the kids that they’d build their forever house. And that was what she hated the most, letting the kids down like that.

#lcstinthewoods#v; haunted past#;;queue
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