#ninetyscnds

[whcwashe]

‘ i’m sorry i woke you. ’ || @ninetyscnds​ 

“ -- No, no -- it’s totally fine.” 

She frowns, just long enough to scrub roughly at her face before she shakes her head and blearily sits up. 

“Not like I sleep all that well to begin with.” She does her best to smile, at least to put him at ease. He always looked uncomfortable. Like he was trying to fit himself into a smaller space.  And her voice is hushed for some reason, despite the fact that there’s not exactly anyone else there to wake up. It just felt appropriate. Whispering when it was dark. 

“Are you okay?” She pauses, reaching for him just as quickly, not sure if she should pull him back into bed, or pull herself further up out of it. “Do you -- do you want to go back to sleep or should I turn on a light?” 

#ninetyscnds #hi hello i missed u

[graveycrd]

“So we meet again. Come on, take the coat off you look like a drowned rat. I mean that in a good way. You look like.. a handsome drowned rat,” it didn’t sound much better but he tried.

It hadn’t been long between when they first met and Bod attempted to convince the man that he could be useful, that Luke wasn’t batshit insane to have reached out to Bod. Two days, both of them nothing but gloomy, overcast, or simply openly pouring rainshowers, and Bod had been wondering if Luke was okay.

At least now he could get that answer, even if it came at the expense of a puddle of water forming under foot over his newest rug. The last one had been burnt up, and now this one drowned. Lovely.

“Well?” he held the door open to just a bit wider to usher Luke through further. 

@ninetyscnds​

#ninetyscnds #hellooo my loveee

[tetigitpermortem]

@ninetyscnds​ liked the starter call

Nellie hadn’t been speaking much since waking up from her coma. Partly because she was having trouble stringing full sentences together still, and partly because she had been spending most of her time conscious thinking over everything that had happened. With Luke sitting next to her hospital bed, there was one thought in particular that kept circling round her head. He might have been talking to her--she was hard keeping track of conversations--but Nell couldn’t hold it in any longer. 

“We’re the only ones,” she blurted out in a voice full of too many emotions. “The only ones she actually tried to-- and it wasn’t-- It- It was more than. . more than once, too. . . Two times. . .she- she tried two times. . .” Maybe Luke would understand, maybe he wouldn’t. Nell wasn’t entirely sure that she understood it. She wasn’t entirely sure it was all real, what she was remembering; it felt real, though. The memories. She’d largely blocked out what happened that last night at Hill House when they were children, but nearly dying seemed to have brought those memories to the forefront of her mind. 

#RP #ninetyscnds #c; nellie #dying is easy. living is harder (v; nellie) #starter #//hello have some angst

[alyafae-a]

Her shift started an hour ago and Abby already knew it was going to be a tough night. But then again, there were hardly nights she wouldn’t call tough. Still, she wouldn’t complain. Anything was better than sleep at night, when the darkness consumed everything, leaving her alone with her nightmares. 

Another patient; cuts on the face, bruises, bloody hands. Possible involvement of drugs.

A sigh; why did they always have to get into fights because of drugs ... and why do drugs anyway? She didn’t see the point. “Hi, I’m nurse Abby. Your papers say you have a couple of injuries, as I can see.” Eyes briefly look up from the papers before lowering again. “It’s unclear if you have any internal injuries. Can you tell me what happened?” Putting the file aside, Abigail began examining a few wounds, beginning to clean his hands to figure out how bad they were --- if it was even his own blood.

@ninetyscnds​

#ninetyscnds #𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑. abigail dudley #i just realized i have no idea how an ER works but lets ignore it! #hope this works for you

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@ninetyscnds​​ | spooky scary house visit starter

The skeleton of a house shuddered periodically, as if disgusted with itself and the monstrosities it contained. Nearly a decade of sitting next to a graveyard and somehow humans had managed to make things worse. Dan hadn’t trusted the realtors at all once he had seen how overjoyed they were at the prospect of someone finally ridding them of the property, but Herbert was convinced. He could not be swayed, two feet planted firmly at the doorstep at the old mortuary’s entrance until he was handed the key. Living there was about as isolating and cold as expected. Dust would drift down from the ceiling and settle amidst the flasks and beakers and bodies if Dan wasn’t careful to clean. No neighbours for miles, only a groundskeeper’s hut, but Herbert had purchased that too. So the first time Dan heard the knock, he couldn’t believe it. Visitors were rare and night visits? Practically unheard of. The sound echoed all the way down to the catacombs, where Dan was elbows deep into the torso of a John Doe, scraping the interior clean like the walls of a pumpkin. Instinctively, he peeled off his gloves and plastic apron, torn between hide the evidence and hide yourself. Names ran through his head as to who would be flagrant enough to make a house call at midnight. Herbert was out of town, far away in Europe. Dan feared police — called by some Good Samaritan who had happened across the suspiciously upturned graves . Maybe someone nosy who saw something they shouldn’t have. At best, a misplaced limb with sentience hanging off the old brass handle. He climbed the stairs two at a time, smoothing his hair down, and shook out the adrenaline tingling in his limbs. Get your story straight, Cain. And he opened the door.

“ Jesus — Luke. ” Dan was startled, possibly more than he would have been at the authorities. He leaned back for a quick glance past the other man, scanning the walkway behind him. Empty. He could manage that. “ Are you… lost? Would you like to come in? You must be freezing, man. ” 

#ninetyscnds #when luke showing up on your doorstep is more spooky than ghosts and the popo

[the-soldicr]

@ninetyscnds​ sent:

"Wow... you look different." 

  “best friend’s brother” type starters ||  O P E N 

               “  Is it   the hair?   -   It’s the  hair,  isn’t it? ”   Private Phillip James Hauley jokes in response to Theo’s  ‘ little kid ’  of a brother ( if he could even be CALLED that anymore ). He gives him a sheepish grin that he can’t help, and bitten nails rake over the stubble on his head self-consciously. He doesn’t even realize they still have dirt and blood  c a k e d  around the edges of them.

It had been a little while since he’d been back to the rolling foothills of his home state, and a long, long time since he’d hung out with Theo, or ANY of the other Crains for that matter. They’d become a damn near second family to him in his teens with how often they’d had him over and how many dinners were offered freely to feed the extra mouth after he and Theo were done practicing in the back.

So fucking much had changed. Being back in town brought a lot of bittersweet memories with it. Hard to believe a year and a half could have emptied him as much as it did.

But he  s m i l e s .            “ The, uh, The Army has us keep it  pretty  short.  Does it look  that bad? ”

He definitely felt more exposed without his proud scruff to scratch at or dark hair to run his fingers through when he was constantly exasperated, but since he'd practically sold his soul to become just another cog in a well-oiled machine, James was officially government property. The Army had their reasons, and he understood them well. He looked cleaner cut, more professional, but it still had felt raw and vulnerable, POWERFUL, even, to strip him of his identity and make him just one of the thousands of active recruits in their new green fatigues, working together as one.

But, no, it probably wasn’t just the hair -- he’d spent the last year and a half doing physical training at 4AM every day, gruelling hours running the same courses over and over, ligaments giving out until each and every obstacle became simple muscle memory. James had begun to shed his youth, leftover baby fat melting away into a more defined and solid form, jaw sharpening and voice lowering. The constant stress of the job, of dealing with his sisters, breaking the law with his vigilante dad, and Mom’s pain weighing in as his own... 

He really was still just a CHILD, and the world was already asking SO MUCH of him.

             “ And what, um, what about YOU,  huh kid? You’ve certainly gotten TALL. ”  He says as he smirks at him playfully. The distance in his gaze broke, shaking the thoughts of how much his missing sister must have grown herself out of his mind...                                He focuses on his friend’s brother instead, squinting at him.                                 “ Did you, uh, you lose your glasses?                                            -  I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your big bug eyes. ”

#ninetyscnds #( let's play a game called 'indigo will you stay in a single scene for once in ur life without derailing it to the backstory?' ) #( where everythings made up and the points don't matter. ) #( anyhow i already love this and i'm super excite. ) #meme response. #asks.

[bluechilipowder]

a closed starter for @ninetyscnds​!

“ SO, WHADDYA THINK? ”             Jesse beams in his pride to Luke, extending his arms out in the duplex’s empty living room. “ Now I KNOW I had that whole house before, but this place? TOTALLY FENG-SHUI, OKAY? I’m gonna get one of those BIG ASS PLASMA’S mounted up on the wall, a coupl’a zero gravity chairs, and then we’re in BUSINESS, yo! ”                                        He shouts, pounding rhythmically on the wall where his TV would be going & trying not to DWELL on the way the cards had landed with his family kicking him out on his ass for his meth manufacturing.

#ninetyscnds #AND SO IT BEGINS #placed this roughly around s2e5 ; breakage

[dxmagedrose]

@ninetyscnds​​ said: ( cont. from here if desired ! )

It’s a chilly evening. The bass from the club they’re sitting in front of is so intense it’s making it feel like little miniature earthquakes have their feet shaking, the long, loose laces on Luke’s shoes almost dancing on their own against the concrete. They’re sitting, together, on a bench, smoking a couple of cigarettes while watching the crowds moving in and out of the bar, as well as the people around them, next to them, moving across the street. Luke blinks with his eyelids out of sync as he leans his chin against her shoulder, a long arm wrapping around her slim middle. She’s gotten smaller since they started… whatever this was. It wasn’t proper dating. But they were still attached to each other as any normal couple would be. She smells like lavender soap and nicotine.

“Wanna g–, uhm go in? See if we can score?” he hums, nudging her ear to make room for his lips to kiss against the sharp point of her jaw. He stays here, purrs and hums as he sways them in their seat, squeezing her hips between his thighs.

“Or m-maybe you just wanna dance tonight, baby?”

GOD,  Rosa  l o v e s  this. She  p r o b a b l y  loves it  ( loves  h i m )  MORE than she should, angling her neck so her favorite drug addict could get easier access and absolutely just bathing in his affection as she breathed in swift and deep lungfuls of smoke. 

Her blood   b o i l e d ,   h u n g e r e d   for it, and   F U C K ,   it sounds like the BETTER of the two ideas to go  s e a r c h i n g  for trouble, to find that little piece of fucked up Heaven that Luke had introduced her to, closing her eyes and imagining it already. She can’t deny that she wants it that bad, that she’s starved for it, but with him pressed against her like that, cradling her, mewling a soft  b a b y  in her ear with that gravelly voice, his second suggestion gives her enough of a pause not to immediately cave under the cravings. She smiles, a soft giggle and gentle  m o a n  in her throat as she bares her skin for him, squirming in his lap.

CHRIST,  Luke made her feel  w a r m  and all kinds of  FUCKED UP  ---                                                            which was to say he made her  F E E L ,                                                                           and that was a bit of a new sensation.

(  HE WAS JUST AS INTOXICATING AS THE DRUG HE   T A U G H T   HER TO USE.  )

" Mmmmmmm,

           I don't see why we couldn't do BOTH, "   She offers sweetly instead, grinning up at him through rose colored lenses.                     " You know once we get that  H  we're  O U T  for the rest of the night.                                          So,  MAYBE,  for now we can go inside and you can put those hands all over me, "   She breathes, turning her head to look up into hollow eyes with nothing but PURE ADORATION.

    “ I'm SURE someone in there has got some ecstasy on them.                       We could  stay up  partying   A L L   NIGHT ,   go back to the motel & shoot up once we start coming down from the uppers . . . 

                                                   THE   F U N    DOESN’T  HAVE  TO   E N D   HERE.  ”

#tw: drug use mention #tw: toxic relationship #( i hurt. i love them. ) #ninetyscnds #||: && v; happiness with a capital H — private verse w/ ninetyscnds ( luke & rosa );

[damagecompiilation-a]

@ninetyscnds liked for a smol starter.

William couldn’t leave. If it were up to him, the house sharing his name would be a thing in the past, a bump in the road on his way to somewhere...clearer. A little less disconcerting and somewhere he wouldn’t have to hear the screams that had been ripped from him in that wall he’d shielded himself in. 

So, why did this one return? The one he might’ve been fond of the most if there was a word he had to choose -- no no, not fond. Tolerant. He had the most tolerance for the youngest boy. Maybe no longer a boy but he still had those same eyes. The ones that still grew a little wider when his cane tapped against the floor. William stared. Waiting. Expecting....for what, he didn’t know but waiting was something he had much practice in. 

#ninetyscnds #;his scratches sounded like rats in a wall. (interactions - william) #/yeet/ #i left this a little open? #but if you'd like something else just ask!

[whcwashe]

💋 + 👀 (if Liv's not down for any Luke kisses that's completely ok!!)

It feels absurd, just a little. How nervous he makes her. Nervous wasn’t the right word, there was nothing negative about it. But butterflies seemed like a childish concept. Not something adults got. And there was something more to it, that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Just a touch of fear, maybe. The kind of anxiety you got when you wanted to cling to something too hard. When you started to worry about missing something that wasn’t actually really yours yet to begin with. 

There was something safe, and familiar about him that she just didn’t want to lose. 

She’s not really all that good with words in the first place, not always. And she’s stuck, trying to figure out how to stop herself from sounding completely crazy in the middle of telling him that she really doesn’t want to see him leave. And he’s just too god damn tall, no matter how much he shrinks. Even with his shoulders pulled in, she’s still practically on her toes, because eye contact feels like it matters. And she doesn’t really know how they ended up here, lingering in the doorway. Because all of it feels too cliche. 

And she’s not really sure if it lasts a second, or a minute, when his lips meet hers, because neither really feels long enough, and she can’t remember what else she was going to say anyway. 

She’d hold him there, if she could. Just another minute longer, at least. 

“ – you could – I mean, you could … stick around for awhile, it’s not like it’s late …”

@ninetyscnds

#I #HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT IT TBH????? #ninetyscnds

[tetigitpermortem]

❝ I want the H ❞ from Nell !

SEND ME ❝ I WANT THE H ❞ AND I WILL RANDOMLY GENERATE A NUMBER.

9. One armed hug

“Luke! Look!” It was clear from Nell’s grin how proud she was of herself as she limped over to her twin, leaning on her new cane to compensate for the permanent damage in her right leg. “I can walk. . all by myself, now,” she said obviously as she came over to him. She kept her cane on the ground and wrapped one arm tightly around his waist. “Told you I’d be okay,” she mumbled against his chest. 

#asks #ninetyscnds #c; nellie #dying is easy. living is harder (v; nellie) #//thought about being angsty but decided to let nell be adorable and proud of herself

[alyafae-a]

3. Who was your first muse? 11. What made you start wanting to roleplay? 24. Where do you draw your inspiration from?

𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑: 3. Who was your first muse? 11. What made you start wanting to roleplay? 24. Where do you draw your inspiration from? 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 @ninetyscndsthese will be tumblr specific bc that’s the only relevant thing. tho i might add other details

3. Who was your first muse?

          lemme introduce you to my first muse: wisteria. wisteria is my oc, the daughter of kíli and tauriel, so she’s part elf/part dwarf. she’s the most precious thing you could think of and i am quite sad i don’t get to write her at all bc both canon and au verses would be super interesting. (my very first muse ever was alice cullen tho we don’t talk about it)

11. What made you start wanting to roleplay?

          since i only remember why i started rp on here, i’ll talk about that. i had this date with a guy (sounds fake) and we were watching the last hobbit movie. now, you need to know i’ve been following a kíli and a tauriel rp blog on my personal bc i was just into them a lot. after watching the movie i managed to go 5 days resisting the urge to try out roleplaying as well. five years later i’m still here. 

24. Where do you draw your inspiration from?

          oh well, there are various things. most music gets me in the mood, or watching videos (or rewatching movies/shows if possible), i read a lot (canon and fanfiction material) and of course talking to my partners gets me super hyped !! 

#ninetyscnds #* // answered

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pathology (2008 movie) sentences | Accepting!

@ninetyscnds​ asked: How do you know I won’t tell?

The coffee mug gripped between his hands has long gone cold, it’s contents forgotten in the midst of another argument. Dan was up early, brutally so, long before the sun had risen in anticipation of his colleague’s call. Time zones made it difficult to communicate and after a several month long situation regarding Dan’s failure to correspond to letters, Herbert wasn’t about to let him off the hook. Thus, he called when it suited him — Herbert deemed his time far more valuable than Dan’s back at home.

Much to Dan’s surprise, Luke had come lumbering down the stairs after him, half-asleep with the blanket over his shoulders, but that didn’t spare him the foul mood. Dan was seated at the kitchen table, hunched over his neglected breakfast while Luke squinted back at him from against the kitchen counter like a bird on its perch. He had grown fond of that spot; it made for the perfect angle to stare down Dan. Together, they waited for the landline to ring.

“ You’ll just have to trust me on this one. I’ve known Herbert for years. If he learns about us from anyone but me, it won’t be… it won’t be ideal. ” He peeked up from meal at Luke. “ It has nothing to do with you. I’m not trying to hide anything, this is just the way he is. You had to put yourself in the shoes of an eccentric, misanthropic genius with nothing more important in this world than his work. It needs to be me — all he wants is reassurance I won’t bail on the project. That’s it. ”

But there was far more to it and both of them knew that. Luke was smart and intuitive and he knew just how vast Herbert’s influence. Dan was being honest, but each piece of information had been carefully cut and framed from the truth. He couldn’t tell Luke everything. Not yet. Probably never, if Herbert was to remain a constant in their lives.

His voice grew to be more pleading, rapidly losing the assertion it once held. He knew of Luke’s defiant tendencies and each time it took a different approach to soothe the beast before it could lash out. 

“ Please. Just let me tell him when the time is right. ”

#ninetyscnds #wao #secret bf #i accidentally deleted the ask SOOOOO here it is! #good doctor // asks;

[plastiicparasite]

"I just want to go home."

Injuries Starters | Accepting!

But where is home for you, Luke?

Aunt Janet’s? It felt sofar away now. Steve could remember the events of the house like It wasyesterday, but his time with Aunt Janet was cloudy. It was if he was lookingthrough frosted glass – shapes, just the resemblance of a memory, but all the  detailslost. Then again, Steve had left his Aunt’s home earlier than any of hisyounger siblings. She was only a small part ofhis life, but the importance of her role was magnified by the other Crains,especially Luke. He would always be Aunt Janet’s golden boy, no matter the shit he pulled.

There was Shirley’sguest house. With the addition of Theo, of course, still lingering around likea leech, suckered happily onto the business. Once upon a time, Steve and Shirlhad been hopeful withLuke tucked away in the picturesque countryside, kept from society andsurrounded by woods. It felt like the holistic, healing environment he needed,the sort of bullshit sold to you by middle aged white women and her crystals.Of course, Luke had still managed to find a way back to dealers, only this timehe shot up among the squirrels.

And then there was thestaple of the seemingly endless list of rehabilitation centers, the definition of insanity, enteringagain and again with the same blind hope of recovery and the lurking shadow ofinevitable relapse. Steve wasn’t sure whether Luke was even registered. Had hebeen kicked out again? Forfeited his bed? Shirley would know, she was on top ofthese things. (Steve knew he should have helped her more, but she did a betterjob than he ever could.)

In the meantime, Steveheld Luke to his chest, hands resting on his back, conscious of each shudderingbreath his brother managed to choke down. His best guess – Luke was comingdown, hard, and he had lost his access, yet again. There was anunmistakable chill thatstuck to his brother’s clothes (too thin for the weather, he should give him acoat before he left). In the last week, a unique kind of cold had developed intown. It was a biting chill that dug deep into your core and sank into yourbones, swimming through the blood long after coming indoors. It was a fear ofSteve’s – to hear Luke had frozen out there, oblivious and unconscious in somefilthy alley where he wouldn’t be found until morning with a light coat offrost.  

“Look, buddy, stay thenight. We’ll – we’ll work on getting you home tomorrow.”

Steve had been throughthis before. He would get the usual: blankets, change of clothes, toothbrushand a bucket. 

#ninetyscnds #asks. #answered prompt. #v. ghosthunter.

[the-soldicr]

@ninetyscnds​ said here:

“I-I — I don’t kn-know what you mean–”

Rosa was gone, had left in the dead of night and Luke was left in the motel room with nothing but the ghosting presence of her in the room. She must have left in a hurry, because some of her clothes was still here, and now some guy was in the motel room having scared Luke awake. As the room was looked through, the guy clearly angry, Luke huddled in the corner, eyes darting over to the table full of their supplies and tools laid out. Was that what he meant?

“Sh-she’s not here, man,” he tried, fear rendering him stiff as a board. With jagged motions, he slowly tried to reach his hand over to grab the rest of their H, trying to hide it from view in case the intruder wanted to steal it.

“-n-not here, I-I-I don’t know where she went, okay? Can’t h-help you- j-just, leave me alone-”

James didn’t want to believe it.

He’d go through Hell and back a million times over. He’d let himself be BAIT,  GLADLY  submit himself in time and time again as a prisoner of war beneath his the enemy’s raised weapons if it would mean  n e v e r  having to enter that dim, grimy motel room in a broken attempt to  d r a g  his baby sister back from the depths of WHATEVER HELL she had found herself living in these days. IT WAS  H I S  FUCKING FAULT, all the pain she felt. He knew that.

But... she wasn’t fucking there. They’d been certain, so  C E R T A I N  that was where the youngest of the Hauleys could be found. They had tracked down aliases, credit cards, following the little breadcrumbs the little runaway had accidentally dropped through the years all alone, hospitals that had marked her name down before she could dash from there, too.  Jails that kept her OVERNIGHT.    Always on the run.   Like father,  like daughter.                                    ( Not that any of them were stupid enough to say that to her face. )

You’ve gotta find her, James. You have to make sure she’s still doing OK on her own. And he’d MEANT to. He’d  P R O M I S E D  them all that he’d get her and bring her back safe.                                                                                                            She’d been FOUND.

Only, the  LAST THING  the soldier had expected to find cornered in the room he’d FORCED HIMSELF INTO was the sad and lowly drug user guarding his stash all alone, caught like a deer in headlights. It seemed their little Rosa was doing so much worse than ANY of them had previously thought.

James stopped, shoulders hunched. He shook his head vehemently in denial, taken aback by the state of the cheapest room the broke addicts could afford, at Luke’s words. She was too fucking smart for this kind of thing. It wasn’t her. It couldn’t have been HER. A case of a mistaken identity. 

Dad had FUCKED UP. He just had to have. There was no way that it was his little sister this petrified  c r i m i n a l  was rambling on about. Rosa had wanted to be an actress growing up, obsessed with plastic jewels and fashion, walking around in Mom’s clunky heels as a little girl. She’d NEVER find herself in here. Not in A MILLION YEARS, let alone in the five since he’d seen her last.

“ I don’t - ” He started, exasperated as he shined his FLASHLIGHT at her frightened lover. There was NO DENYING the status of addiction in squinted red eyes and chapped lips beneath the strength of the lumens. Hollowed out eyes stick out THAT MUCH MORE.                         “ It’s--- Rosa Hauley, you-  y o u  don’t  know her, do you? ”  James BEGGED, his voice  s h a k i n g .  He didn’t want to believe it.                                                           SHE WAS TOO GOOD FOR  T H I S ,  FOR  H I M .                       “I swear to FUCKING GOD she BETTER NOT be who you’re talking about.”

ANGER flared up behind brown eyes--- but the longer he stood there in front of him with his flashlight raised, the longer his accusatory words HUNG IN THE AIR, he knew it was useless. Shoulders dropped, confidence STRIPPED off of him. The room was under her alias. She was only fifteen when she chose the streets over the rather empty Hauley house.

        “ Please... Just... come on, man, just tell me                                             you’re NOT talking about my little fuckin’ sister... ”

#ninetyscnds #( whoops didnt mean to make this as angsty as it became ) #( just a whole lot of unexpected ouch ) #( the fam has no clue what rosa's been doing all these years ) #( they've seen some shit via paper trails but had no idea it was this bad ) #( and like - james feels so guilty for mom he cant help but feel like subsequent shit for rosa ) #( i'm lowkey excited. ) #( also i apologize for how bad his characterization may be i made him up at 14ish bc of a canon chara i adored so im tryin to salvage him ) #( lmaooo ) #( he hasn't been touched since like 2012 other than by mentioning he exists so im doin my best ) #threads. #( tbh just a guilty daddy's boy who does what he's told and tries to keep the family at least on speaking terms ) #( PERPETUALLY STRESSED ) #( dealing with thomas is a full time fucking job ) #( james: ANGERY but actually just s a d. ) #( hope its ok )

[gatekeepcr]

@ninetyscnds​ asked:  "Acersecomic" Acersecomic: How much effort do they put into personal grooming and hygiene?

gemma is highly concerned with her image. she puts lots of time into primping and grooming. she showers daily and applies a thin layer of makeup; usually consisting of foundation, lipstick, mascara and eyeliner.  as a symbol of power , her appearance is highly important to her , and she avoids being seen without makeup at all costs. 

maintaining a position of power also means maintain a facade. she can’t be seen as vulnerable ,therefore her carefully applied makeup and curled hair mask her true self. it creates an illusion as to her strength , and gemma perpetuates this illusion. she maintains a very fit figure, especially for a woman in her fifties. 

#· * HOW IT FEELS TO BE ABANDONED BY GOD ––– answered meme. #ninetyscnds #· * I AM FEARLESS NOW / BUT IT COST MY SOUL ––– hc.