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hello hi , just wandering by to remind you that you are a real delight, the cats pjs. i am so happy you are back around and that i get to bear witness to your remarkable amounts of talent. you are the sweetest and most amazing person i have met and i cannot believe you have put up with me for this long. i adore you and will continue to do so forever <3 pls adopt me ilu <3
kenna, i needed this today, you are like a magic wizard of love or something, you always know when i need a lil gas in the tank & just appear to top me off. you simply reuse to let me feel anything less than dearly beloved. i hope you know how grateful i am to you for existing & for literally always being so kind & lovely & supportive, not just to me but to so many people, i honestly don't know how you do it. i hope you know that you are like a light in my life that never goes out, & that i will treasure you to the ends of the earth. i hope you know that the privilege of putting up with you has been one of the greatest gifts that tumblr rp has given me, & that i will put up with you forever without a single complaint. &, respectfully, no, i am not going to adopt you i am going to marry you — our partners can come too it's fine it doesn't have to be a whole thing — & we are all going to live happily ever after & sail off into the sunset on our fleet of soft ships together until the end of our days.
🪐 — MARIANNE SHERIDAN for margaery !
in art galleries in italy, two trains over from her family’s second home, she is given a chance to disappear. she imagines how she looks from outside of her body, imagines a mysterious kind of elegance that sits on her shoulders, has created every inch of her into a design of what she wants to be in their conscience. sometimes, she thinks she doesn’t exist outside of their thoughts of her, though she has cultivated a lifetime pretending otherwise.
@musecraft holds herself in a way that seems natural, a way marianne pretends to emulate, but always feels too sharp, like her bones are too splintered to fit that way. she has a habit of picking out people of interest, whether for good or bad reasons, finds herself gravitating to those who might bring something to her life. MARIANNE: it’s a bit derivative, isn’t it ? really she just likes saying the word derivative, one she practiced in front of the mirror when she learnt it, testing it on the tongue until it fell naturally, showing that she’s as smart as she’s always known she is. MARIANNE: i suppose some man just decided it was good once and no body thought to correct them.
IF ONLY SHE KNEW how carefully practiced her own posture was, hands folded neatly on front of her marianne might not think so highly of margaery. but part of the carefully crafted facade was that it should appear natural, rather than manufactured. it should not be clear to those who looked upon either of them that their idyllic composure was more veneer than reality. there was nothing more damaging to the illusion of poise than the idea that it was indeed falsified. but margaery had been perfecting the steps for years now, & her artful appearance was now nearly impossible to break through. she prided herself upon it, for it protected her well. & yet with marianne, moments of the truth creep in at the edges. they are not perfect, neither of them, no matter how hard they might pretend. & her opinion, harsh & unapologetic as it was, brought a smile to margaery’s lips. a real one, not one crafted to curve elegantly across her lips without wrinkling her flawless skin. no, this one was just a touch wider on the right side, leaving creases fanning out from the edge of her eyelids. ❝ it’s not terrible i suppose — art is subjective & the use of shadow adds nice depth. ❞ but she’s only fishing for something kind to say, & she gives up after a moment. the pretense really wasn’t necessary; not around marianne. ❝ but it’s certainly not in the running for my favorite piece in the exhibition. ❞