Reaches over as if she’s going to fix his hand and… gently pushes his head away and ruffles hair. (This is opposed to how she treats her other little brother, Mr. Ashley Stubbs. He, she will shove his head into a wall and tell him to say uncle and then weggie him when she lets him go. Caleb is baby bro.)
SIBLING SILLIES (AT RANDOM.)
Hair just…sticks out in every which way now, lookin' all mussed up and ridiculous even after he tries to shake it back to normal. THANKS A LOT SIS. Expect a light tackling and wrestling match in retaliation.
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@copiesofme liked for a one-line starter
"I'm never one to give up, be done, or ever think of running from a fight that could be won."
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@copiesofme said:
“Things got.. complicated. I know an apology won’t do you any good but - he loved you.”
“Complicated... doesn’t even begin to describe the mess out there. There’s not much left, and what little there is won’t last.” Ultimately, they were doomed and she had come to understand it as such, but as long as C drew breath she figured she still had something worth fighting for. Humankind may have been helpless to prevent their eventual extinction, but they were not entirely hopeless. She carried the same ideals that her father had previously died trying to protect. The expression on her face lifts and brightens somewhat in answer to the not-quite-an-explanation. “You knew him, did you? My dad?”
“When I was a kid… For a while, I had doubts about it. I wondered how he could leave me and my mom, if he loved us. I wondered what was out there that stopped him from coming back for so long... But I never gave up on him.”
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It had felt as though Anne and Dolores had chosen each other. That child and that barely adult with nothing more than the minimum to their names. Anne had grown up content, and under the tender love of a found mother in the absence of her own, she had flourished. She had become a mother herself just as early, and as she’d spent the better part of the day helping Peter and Edith around the farm ( tending to horses has always been her favourite thing ), it was no surprise that when she let herself in the spacious living room, that her baby had fallen asleep, laid against Dolores in the same way that she had at only four years old. Anne smiled at the sight.
She was an impeccable mother, and was proving to be a fantastic grandmother, too. Anne moved into the kitchen to wash her hands, and drizzle a cupped handful of ice-cold water down the nape of her neck. She loved being outside and working, but with how fair her skin was, coupled with the ginger of her hair, she rarely had much fun when it came to the Summer’s heat. Anne moved to the fridge to pull out two bottles of beer, and sauntered into the living room, where she parked her backside right next to her mother and twisted open the first beer and offered it to her.
“Am I gonna expect a few more siblings soon?”
It was a light-hearted tease, and one often made when Anne caught the tenderness and softness in Doll’s brow around Sean. // @copiesofme
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“ i don’t trust anybody else. not the way i trust you. “ || @copiesofme
William fell silent for a moment as he gazed over at Dolores across the short span of darkness that fell between them. The world that the two currently found themselves in had been crazy and hectic, but he couldn’t deny that he liked the feeling of it... the feeling of being able to let go and pressured into making decisions that he would never have had to make in reality... it made him feel more free... Free to choose who he wanted to be and Dolores had been able to help him find himself.
Even though they had only just met a couple of weeks ago, he felt like he had known her for many years now. She felt easy for him to trust... she felt familiar and comfortable... she felt safe... she felt like home.
“Well I suppose that makes two of us.” A smile formed across his face as his fingers brushed up against her hips and brought her closer. “We make a good team.” His teeth raked awkwardly across his lips as if to say that probably wasn’t the best way to phrase what he was thinking. “When I’m with you... everything just feels... right. I haven’t felt that way before.”
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Alright ! Don’t forget I have two other blogs.
My ST sideblog: @gunspluraltm
Dolores Abernathy: @copiesofme
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happy new year @copiesofme !!
also bonus because she didn’t make the edit:
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@copiesofme / WANAHATON
"Don't freak out. I just need you to come with me." His hands hovered at his waste line in a low, we come in peace, sort of way. Calm, steadiness carried his voice through the space between them, against the current of wind. He’d tracked the scent beyond the edge of La Push lands -- a wolf, distinctly, but not one he knew. Which meant another youngster had come onto the scene, or, based on the unfamiliarity of the presence before him, he guessed it was the latter : someone new had come to town. "We’re kind’a on a hiking trail, here.”
SEND 💬 FOR A GENERATED DIALOGUE STARTER.
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@copiesofme said : “ what’s going on in that head of yours? Hm?”
“Nothin’--” She offered softly, “It’s nothin’.” The baby vampire was missing her sister so badly it felt like a boulder had settled on her chest. Thank God she didn’t have to breathe anymore because drawing in the breath it took to answer the Queen of Louisiana hurt more than she could’ve anticipated. The look on Eden’s face when she’d attacked their father haunted her, the acrid scent that’d filled the room as she became exactly what she’d prayed she could end; Her father. But so many of the elder vampires decidedly rejected the humanity she still felt. Eric and Pam had passed her back to Bill when she’d been overwhelmingly attracted to life, Bill-- All he wanted to do was mope about his own lost humanity and chase after Sookie, so no. She didn’t want to share this with Sophie Anne because the last thing she needed was a reminder of how less than she was because she still felt like a human most nights.
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🍒 + copiesofme <3
@copiesofme
when I say this is a melody stan acct, I MEAN THAT. (Insert lady gaga gif: talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, co... totally unique.) I am forever impressed by the sheer variety and range of your muses. I love having luka bother John & steal his things & force him to make her food... & He does it without complaint (okay maybe some complaint but what's a little bit of bickering amongst friends) his bg & twilight verse is so impeccably done & he is absolutely incredible!!! I absolutely love you & your blog & I'm rooting for you through all your hard work this month irl!!!!!!
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Dolores is 5’7
MUSE HEIGHT COMPARISONS
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HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE TOUCHED?
FERVENTLY. you crave a hug that cracks your ribs… the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.
tagged by: @proofwhisky
tagging: @killjoysanonymous (for any 3 muses u choose), @copiesofme, @paddyfuck, @unbearablyindifferent, and whoever else is reading this ;)
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@copiesofme :: b e l l a
❛ JACOB MENTIONED THERE WAS A NEW GUY -------- ❜ her gaze is a bit wary ; she’s never been great at talking to strangers. the wolf pack made it easy enough to feel like a family , though. HOPEFULLY HE WAS NO DIFFERENT.
❛ ‘m guessing that’s you ? ❜ her chin gestures up towards him as her hands remain stuffed in her oversized jacket , desperately trying to keep warm. SHE’D NEVER GET USED TO WASHINGTON’S COLD. it seemed to soak right down to her very bones. ❛ i’m uh ... i’m BELLA. jacob’s friend. ❜
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Sometimes, Anne liked to take a look around at what she had and take a moment to be thankful. Ingratitude had never been in her nature, not from when she was little more than a girl masquerading as a son for the sake of reputation, to right now in her early twenties, with her son sleeping on her lap. It was a warm evening, and one that suggested that the warmth of Spring would soon be upon them. Still, she had tucked her shawl around Sean and taken a moment to just bask. He had always slept best tucked between her and John, and it showed in how, any time she moved, his little arms would wrap themselves around her and she found it difficult to move for fear of waking him. So Anne sat, and she admired all that they had built.
When the stair to her home creaked, Anne’s head snapped to him. She’d gotten into the habit of being hypervigilant, yet so few people truly knew why. “Jesus, Charlie, you almost gave me a heart attack-” Anne said, moving a hand to her heart. “Lovely evenin’, though, ain’t it?”
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[ @copiesofme started following me ]
❛ don’t sit down there ! it’s broken . ❜
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I can’t hold it in anymore. So Dolores Abernathy had been such a force and presence on this blog that it’s safe to say that she will be by herself, temporarily? Or not? I’m not sure yet.
She’s gonna be on @copiesofme
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