safiyaaydin

[safiyaaydin]

#— 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚢𝚊 ♡ .『 visage 』 #shE'S SO CUTE #I CAN'T

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#— 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚢𝚊 ♡ .『 musings 』 #does saf have a pet bird? #yes #yes she does

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#— 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚢𝚊 ♡ .『 musings 』

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#— 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚢𝚊 ♡ .『 visage 』

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Be the reason someone believes in the goodness of people.

#— 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚢𝚊 ♡ .『 musings 』

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#— 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚢𝚊 ♡ .『 musings 』

[safiyaaydin]

danilo

her pretty brown eyes are set on the text book and he almost wishes they’d fight back his stare with that fire tasting of mulled wine. danilo’s got his hands reaching out for he flame, for the burn. a challenge to uncover what lies underneath the surface of that pretty looking soul– white and four-eyed and spotless with her book as a shield. does she use it to protect herself or to contain what begs to spill? he searches for it, her gaze, as a hand discards the book right back to its original place, the corner of the table and danilo finds himself on his feet, fingers lingering above the table’s white surface, the remaining papers from forgetful (or neglectful) teaching personal, and a pen or two– one of which he takes a hold of. It’s black and cheap looking, the plastic tube showing signs of trauma as a star carves itself into the material and leave the end loose in his hands. he muses over her first reply, a smile lingering on his face but what that shows little warmth and the wrong kind of amusement. obsessed– the word is spelled out in his mind one more time. is he obsessed? an interesting proposition and one that’s hard to ignore or to deny even, as beat-up black converse squeak against the light-colored tiles and bring him closer to her table, one step at a time. no, not obsessed. intrigued, bored, entertained. “i’m honestly just curious, is it true love you think?” and he is, danilo rarely ever one to lie. not about the true love thing because that would be damn right delusional, but curious nevertheless as to how it all even came to be; how this hardworking, ass-kissing bookworm ended up where they both knew. he takes a seat on the chair right next to her, facing the student with a gaze that aims to undress and disarm. He knows he’s pushing it but he frankly doesn’t care as his fingers grab at the text book just for a second, just so he can get a better look at the contents in it… and a small spark of academic interest almost makes him want to do, well his job and help her out easing the lines on her forehead from that ever so deep concentration but then again, that would be working extra hours for someone he just doesn’t care enough about. As she utters the words and meets his gaze at last, determination shines. ‘ah’, he almost exclaims, though a smirk does bloom on his lips, brings light to his dark eyes. “that’s a little sad. maybe you should try harder”.

thread by thread, he’s unraveling her and it leaves her more unsettled with each second that passes. she can feel dark hues on her, his gaze penetrating and she doesn’t know what to do except hide. a hand coming up to brush through dark locks as she pulls out a strand of hair from behind her ear to act as a makeshift shield. something to put distance between his stare and the power it’s holding over her. ignore him. it’s not a reminder but an order, a fight or flight reaction as she refuses to give him anything else to hold over her head. she’s trying, so desperately trying to tune him out as she looks over her book in vein. symbols and words meaning nothing as she keeps her eyes on the book but attention is focused on his actions. she can hear him stand up, part of her hoping he’ll leave but instead he comes closer. steps drawing near her, one after another, and part of her wonders what would happen if she got up and left. instead, caution brown eyes watch as he joins her, back straightening in tension as he sits right next to her. “yes,” she deadpans. was it? she hopes so. it’s new and exciting, there’s a rush she gets from it that has her believing it is. after all, what else could it be if not that? “though, no one expects you to know what that is.” the way the words leave her lips is so strange, they’re unfamiliar and by safiya’s definition, they’re cruel. it’s not something she’d ever expect to hear herself say to someone except he’s proven to have a way of luring out a side of safiya that she didn’t even realize slept within her. he’s unnerving but beyond that, he’s infuriating. what made her such an easy target? she’s unsure though she wishes she had the correct weapons to fight back. this uncalled battle he’s placed them in being one she has no intention of playing though she’s well aware she has no chance of winning, regardless. fingers wrap tightly around her pen, knuckles turning white as he invites himself to touch her things. she’s not violent, she’s never been. even the thought of hurting a fly left a bad taste in her mouth. except he grabs her belongings without even asking has and it leaves her with a yearning to jam her pen between the hard lines of his hand, right in the middle of the hues of green and blue lines that ran through his skin. she holds her breath as he reads the problems, a small flicker of misplaced hope washing through her as she can’t help but pray for him to be of aid. jerk or not, he still knows more about the subject she’s so clearly starting to drown in. except his answer is nothing less of what she had expected, knowing he was completely useless when it came to any type of salvation. a sigh gets caught in her throat as her chest rises, huffing an exhale as she shows her disdain. she hates how easily he’s able to get under her skin, she may have been soft but she wasn’t fragile. except, his cruel words and endless mockery made her feel like the glass beneath her could crack at any moment leaving her in teams. “i don’t need a gold star, i just need to pass finance.”

#— 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚢𝚊 ♡ .『 interactions / ft. d. bianchi 』

[safiyaaydin]

✉️﹕the cutest (safiya) 💕

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐚: having drugs at a party? but also i don't think anyone knows who threw it which is definitely weird.... i don't know who threw it

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐚: oh good. i did not

𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐲𝐚: yeah. well, like the amount that were at that party. that is very strange?

𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐲𝐚: good, i'm glad to hear it was just the drinking

#— 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚢𝚊 ♡ .『 sms / ft. t. berlusconi 』

[safiyaaydin]

 character inspo. 

persephone, greek mythology •  elizabeth bennett, pride & prejudice • luna lovegood, harry potter • rory gilmore, gilmore girls • safe & sound, the civil wars ft. taylor swift • lexie grey, grey’s anatomy • audrey hepburn, actress/herself • grace kelly, actress/herself • athena,  greek mythology.

#— 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚢𝚊 ♡ .『 musings 』 #the way i made this moodboard years ago but it still applies to saf lmao

[safiyaaydin]

✉️﹕the cutest (safiya) 💕

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐚: anytime saf ❤️️

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐚: hmmmmmmm interesting... but yeah definitely more drugs at that party than i've ever seen before. not that i see drugs often. you didn't do them, did you?

𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐲𝐚: i wonder if that's a normal thing or if it was just as weird as that party. does anyone even know who threw it?

𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐲𝐚: goodness, no. did you?

#— 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚢𝚊 ♡ .『 sms / ft. t. berlusconi 』

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emilia

who: @safiyaaydin​ where: education department

she thinks safiya forgot her scarf at the house on the hill party, a ruby red one that was left behind where the brunette had been formerly sitting. she hates being surrounded by children’s art on the walls, a gnawing pit of guilt in her stomach and general discomfort. she knocks on the door of what she sees is an empty classroom with one student remaining. “hey, i bring you your scarf.”

it’s her safe space, the four walls inside the classroom where she’s able to learn and grow, getting one step closer to her dream. even as everyone has left, professor included, safiya lingers. stuff still speed out over her table as she mindlessly works on some of the following week’s homework. the creak of the door opening flagging her attention as she looks up, a smile on her face as she recognizes emilia. “hey!” she greets her, “oh, that’s where i left that! you definitely didn’t ned to come all the way down here to give it back but i really appreciate it. thank you. how’s it going?"

#— 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚢𝚊 ♡ .『 interactions / ft. e. johnson 』

[safiyaaydin]

✉️﹕the cutest (safiya) 💕

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐚: that sounds safer for sure, don't want you getting hurt

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐚: hmm... i don't know anyone who can only see out of one eye. i wouldn't be surprised if like everyone had weed brownies. or other drugs...

𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐲𝐚: thanks, teddy ♥️

𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐲𝐚: i think she couldn't see out of her eye because she got into a fight. you know, that wouldn't be surprising. i don't think i've ever seen that many drugs in my life.

#— 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚢𝚊 ♡ .『 sms / ft. t. berlusconi 』

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gael

WITH :safiya aydin ( @safiyaaydin​ )

LOCATION : safiya’s place where she doesn’t pay rent so pretty much she’s a squatter

“NO, NO,” Gael screams as his attention switches from his side of the screen to Saf’s just in time to see the girl’s character slipping on a banana peel. “You’re supposed to avoid the banana peels, not run over them because you will lose time,” he explains for what he thinks it’s the thousandth time as he presses pause, turning to grab the joy-con from her grip. “Do you want us to go through the controls again? Because as much fun as it is to kick your ass, it’s not as fun if you are either slipping on a banana peel or driving in the wrong direction.” He takes a deep breath before returning her the joy-con. “Let’s try this again and are you sure you wanna stick with Yoshi? He’s all cute but you could pick a lighter category character like Toad or Baby Peach.”

“dude, calm down!” gael’s screaming half-startles safiya, forcing her to look away from the screen as she shoots him a concerned look which perhaps wasn’t the best move considering how badly she was already failing at the game while looking at the screen. “i know, i know,” she assures him, it’s been a while since she’s played mario kart and quite frankly she’d never been good at it to begin with. a sigh leaves her lips as he pauses the game and takes the joy-con from her. lips falling into a thin line of disapproval as she shakes her head ‘no’. “gael, it’d be more fun if you let me learn. i promise i’ll get it, just give me a few rounds to warm up,” she assures him. she mouths a ‘thank you’ as he hands the joy-con back, safiya readjusting how she’s sitting in hopes that it may help her focus better. “yes, i’m sure i want yoshi.” it feels like she’s answered this question before, multiple times. “are you saying i’m too weak to use yoshi?"

#— 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚢𝚊 ♡ .『 musings / ft. g. ballesteros 』

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emilia

“yeah, there’s always been parties here.” growing up in the town of rye was having your first beer at birdies, where she now tended bar, and having your first byob bush party be in the old abandoned house on the hill. “i was like eight when they started working on this place, the project was finished. they were all set to move in and they mysteriously never did move into the mansion they built.” she takes a swing of her emerald bottle of jameson and takes a look around at the crumbling walls. the frame had survived various house parties and graffiti peeked out between exposed beams. she was proud of how resilient this place was.

“oh,” she answers softly. of course there was, the town of rye seemed like it was an endless stream of parties night after night. there was something always going on, no matter the place or the time. “have you lived here your entire life?” safiya asks, intrigued by the house’s story, “how long did they take to build it? do you know what happened to the family? it was just abandoned, just like that?” it dawns on her that she’s perhaps asking to many questions and she can feel warmth hit her cheeks in slight embarrassment. “sorry,” she smiles sheepishly, “i just find it all so fascinating.”

#— 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚢𝚊 ♡ .『 interactions / ft. e. johnson 』

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avery

        avery grinned over at the girl, biting down on his straw gently. she was soft spoken, the girl, and he didn’t want to scare her off too much on their first interaction so the man decided to put all jokes and sarcasm aside – for now. “i don’t think i remember my other names,” his accent twisting around the words tightly. “but i think ruler can speak for all of them, hm? he chuckled. “well aren’t you just the sweetest, keeping the businesses in.. well, business. i think they should give you the key to the city, safiya.” avery chuckled, looking around at the people around them as it slowly began to get busier and busier. “sociology, third year. study of the people.”

“ah, gotcha,” she answers, a smile curving on her lips at his answer. “yeah, i would say ‘ruler’ is definitely a powerful one. i’m sure your other ones are just as great, though!” she’s always been a fan of the different meaning of names, finding it that they usually tell a lot about the person. avery, for example, ruler — the name seemed fitting to the person, at least from what safiya was seeing. a chuck leaves her lips as she nods in agreement. “i mean someone has to do it right? imagine if it’s a mom and pop shop, how even one customer can make a difference. i’d feel horrible if someone went out of business because they lacked a few clients.” she mirrors his actions, brown hues scanning the cafeteria as there was suddenly more bustle. “oh, cool! that sounds awesome. so what’s your favorite thing about studying said people?"

#— 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚢𝚊 ♡ .『 interactions / a. faulker 』

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calista

her eyes are wide, lips parted in utter shock. the words that fall from safiya’s pretty lips might as well have come from a know-it-all valentina with her unwashed hair, the pencil tucked above her ear and those glasses calista bets she doesn’t trade for contacts because it completes her ‘smart-ass’ look. “deus you sound like my sister” calista exclaims with a little laugh and a shake of her head. the difference being valentina would rather eat her own hand than sit right next to her on her bed smiling and laughing with some lame yet cute movie in the background. “you and i have a very different idea of what pneumonia looks like”. she points out with a soft chuckle, “ but there is this thing, i don’t know if you’ve heard about it: it’s called showering at night?” a tease as she comes to sit back with her legs crossed, “revolutionary”.

“is that a good thing or a bad thing?” safiya can’t help but giggle. she knows a thing or two about sisters, though her experience is thankfully pretty positive. even when the four girls were at it with one another, it was never anything more than childish whims. “well, i think the reason i beg to differ is because of seattle weather. i swear, i never stopped raining back home. i guess i’m just immune to it?” perhaps a bit of a stretch considering how drastically different new york weather was to washington’s. she smiles at how cali points out the obvious. “i have, yes,” she answers, “but i like starting my day off with a shower. it just gets me up, energized, and in the right mindset.”

#— 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚢𝚊 ♡ .『 interactions / ft. c. reis 』

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seb

There’s a soft hum that escapes his lips as he thinks over Safiya’s query. There are faint, embarrassing memories store in his brain regarding parties he has had attended to in his lifetime, mixed with the experience of working in Birdies. “There was alcohol, fights, people hooking up— that’s how it goes, as long as I can remember” he sighs, grabbing a napkin and placing it on his leg. Albeit, the ingredients for parties were, for the most part, identical and the end results similar between the parties he used to attend to back in high school and the first Rye one he had been to— there were key elements that made each experience unique, to say the least. “I mean, this is the first time I saw someone throw something that’s worth more than my house to someone but the spirit is in there” Seb smirks, gesture that only becomes more prominent as the other shares the achievements she made throughout the night. “Look at you, branching out! I’m glad you got to meet someone and make friends. Calista’s a nice girl” he concludes. Taking a bite off his sandwich, he gives himself time to find words to describe how his night had turned to. “I took Teddy home pretty early, so that’s pretty much where I went, plus parties are not that fun when everyone else is wasted and you’re sober.”

lips fall into a frowning pout as she scrunches her nose in displeasure. that was one hundred percent nothing that sounded appealing to safiya. the fact that it’s how it’s always been leaves the girl with a displeased feeling. she really was hoping there were more to parties than met the eye, something that made them actually more alluring that the general consensus of things. brown eyes perk up in amusement as she shoots seb a perplexed gaze. “oh?” she laughs, “well, what exactly did they throw? i didn’t think an old abandoned house would have so many valuables — although, it is rye we’re talking about, so i guess i could totally be misguiding it.” there’s a sense of pride that envelops her, as if she did something right. “it was definitely a struggle,” she admits, “but thank you! she really seems like it. she invited me over to hang out, so i’m kind of excited?” she takes a bite of the vegetables, munching on them as he explains his whereabouts. “oh, that’s good! she told me how she hit herself with the door, poor thing. i’m glad you were able to make sure she got home alright. i think i tried lasting as long as i could but it was just a lot. yeah, lesson definitely learned."

#— 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚢𝚊 ♡ .『 interactions / ft. s. warren 』