Nat but you can call me Bea. 18. Londoner. French bulldog enthusiast, coffee addict, June baby and little lamb stan. Forever bitter that I'm not a witch.
I never studied acting, yet the first time I auditioned & did a cold reading, I surprised everyone for my honesty & limpidity. They told me I could play any role because I have no walls, I don’t put anything between me and the character I have to play.
Teen Wolf AU → Lydia is the show’s main character
Teen Banshee: The show’s central character is Lydia Martin (Holland Roden), a high school student who finds herself drawn to death. Lydia attempts to maintain a normal life, keeping the fact of her being a banshee secret from everyone, with the exception of her best friend Allison Argent (Crystal Reed), who helps her through the changes in her life.
"Does my bow-tie clash? I mean I’m trying to go for a Brando kind of thing but it’s the only one Harrison would let me borrow" Augustus looked down at the flap of material around his shirt neck with a sense of confusion. It seemed no matter which way he tugged, it just wouldn’t work. Ties were his forte, bow-ties - not so much. Of course he told Harrison he was an excellent bow-tie tier, and made up some extravagant story as to where his collection got to, but unfortunately Harrison didn’t believe him.
"I’m surprised he let you borrow any of them" Audrey said, fixing in the butterfly of her pearl drop earring as she stepped out of the bathroom. Her emerald dress just skimmed the floor and her auburn hair had a way of cascading down it in just the right way.
She fixed it in and looked up at him, her eyebrows raising as a sigh left her lips.
"Come here." She said with an eye roll but a slight glimmer of a smile as he walked forward reluctantly.
"You’re crushing my pride you know" Augustus remarked, his eyebrows furrowing in a frown.
"I’m fixing your bow-tie. So I’m pretty much saving your life and reputation simultaneously.”
"Oh really now, because I think you might need a stool to reach it" he pointed out with a smirk as he noticed her going on her tiptoes to reach him. Her eyes narrowed as she tightened the material a little too firmly, but of course he didn’t flinch. "Ah, the perks of immortality."
"You’re ridiculous" Audrey scoffed as she got back to foot level and turned away, only to have her hand gently caught by Augustus who swirled her back into him.
"And you’re beautiful, but hey - whose keeping count." He smiled into a soft kiss which Audrey deepened only to pull back from.
"And we’re both going to be late if you don’t hurry up. Whoever said girls take longer to get ready clearly haven’t met you." The witch remarked, climbing into her stilettos and running her fingers through her hair to pull it up into a messy chignon.
"See I would, Miss McQueen…if only…if only it wasn’t for the-" Augustus squinted into the lightbulb above them and steadied himself against the wall.
Audrey put her hands on her hips as both her eyebrows raised.
"Are you serious?"
"I think I’m coming down with something….everything’s just a blur and…momma? Momma is that you?" Augustus slowly brought himself down onto the couch for a triumphant finale to his oscar winning proposal.
"Quick! Kiss me now, no time to explain!" He exclaimed with closed eyes as he now laid across the couch.
"Fine." He stood up, brushing off his blazer as he walked towards her with a suave as if that never happened. He offered his arm to hers and had an innocent expression of cheek playing up on his face. "What? It could happen. I could’ve eaten Garlic or showered in holy water by accident."
"I don’t want to go to the ball either, trust me. So lets smile, lets stay for five minutes, and then lets disappear."
"Is that a threat or a promise Miss Hepburn…"
"Both." Audrey replied. "Depending on how you behave tonight" She finished with a vindictive smile, which quickly broke out into a grin at one look at the doofus next to her. Who, of course, was grinning right back. It was impossible for him not to around her.
(SCREAMS FABERRY, um um um this will be like au season 2?? idk)
"And one for you, and Sam - here’s one for you and-"
"Rachel aren’t you jewish?" Quinn’s voice pierced through the choir room as she walked in. Her bare legs unaffected by the minus temperatures that roamed outside. Somehow they were still as golden as slender as ever, and as they marched into the classroom all that Rachel could think about was how they were ruffled up in her sheets only last night. She could still smell the sweet faint trace of Quinn’s perfume in her hair, and it would have to last her the day. Or at least till 4pm. That’s when it ended. That’s when they didn’t have to be the head cheerio and the glee club leader - arch nemesis and definitely not lovers. That’s when Quinn’s lips could be pressed against Rachel’s soft neck as her own hands crushed her girlfriends golden locks. Either that, or a Real Housewives marathon in their underwear with their legs entangled nearly as much as their lives. Quinn had sewn her presence so firmly into Rachel’s life that to live without those wild green eyes would be the greatest punishment of them all.
"Candy canes aren’t exclusive to Christianity, Quinn. And if you’d actually read the bible, you’d know that" Rachel snapped back, ignoring the faint ‘traitor’ she heard Puck call in the background.
"Brittany here’s yours" Rachel said, pulling out the sweet from her basket and handing it to the confused - but thankful - blonde. She hesitated when it came to Santana, whose menacing glare bored into her own chocolate eyes. Nonetheless, Rachel took in a deep breath and reached into her basket again.
"Santana." She said politely, handing the brunette her own candy cane. Just as she was about to go and take a seat, Quinn’s gaze caught hers. Her ash blonde hair was pulled tighter than normal, and Rachel could tell she was wearing her new bra. But thinking about the nude lace bra that wrapped Quinn’s perfect frame was a bad idea in front of the whole club, so instead she focused on puppies whilst she kept her composure.
"Don’t I get one?" Quinn tempted, a sharp eyebrow raising. And then it happened. A smirk. Just a single and subtle lift of one corner of her mouth. Her smooth plum lips sending a silent reminder of the truth. The truth underneath the mean nicknames that were all for the show. The truth that reminded Rachel that Quinn loved her as ardently as she loved her. A tiny smirk held the truth, and to know that very smirk would be running down the length of her neck in just an hour was worth all the faking.
Hesitantly, Rachel looked around the classroom to see if anyone was looking. But of course they were more entranced by their gifted sweets and where the hell Mr. Schuester was. And with a fleeting sense of courage Rachel raised herself on her tiptoe to get as close to Quinn’s ear as she could.
"Patience is a -" Rachel was cut off by the entrance of her poorly timed glee teacher. The two girls were pulled out of their bubble and an expression of pure frustration formed on Quinn’s face. Rachel’s own brows furrowed as she was forced to take a seat at the front and was denied the privilege of looking at her Quinn. That’s all that it used to be. Just looks. Looks that said everything that they said now. Looks that they mumble to each other in between their morning coffees. Looks that are seen in the smile between their kisses.
A whole hour passed. An hour of distractions that made the girls feel miles apart, but in a way the confined classroom was worse. So as the final bell rang Rachel Berry exhaled the greatest breath she’d ever taken and rushed out the classroom. It wasn’t long before her blonde stood behind her.
"Berry." Quinn stated, her hazel eyes focusing on Rachel.
"Quinn." Rachel stated back, staring up through her lashes as she shuffled up her posture to look as tall as she could. And then Quinn took a slow step closer, a step that brought a warm draft of her vanilla perfume floating Rachel’s way. Quinn’s lips slowly moved, but not towards Rachel, they were mouthing something instead. They were mouthing ‘bathroom’. They were mouthing the location where they could be as close as they want. A bathroom on the far end of the school that after hours was sure to be abandoned.
It took three minutes for them to get there. It took fourteen seconds for Quinn to push her up against the stall wall and crush her lips onto hers. It took even less for Rachel to sweetly push back as she wrapped her arms around the blondes waste.
Quinn pulled pack for a moment and Rachel tried to catch her breath, her own chest rising and falling against her girlfriends. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her dark lashes rising up as she searched Quinn’s eyes.
"You smell like cinnamon" Quinn commented, pausing for a moment before she met Rachel’s warm lips again with another short and gentle kiss, leaving Rachel hooked for more.
"You taste like cinnamon." she mumbled to herself as she pulled away again briefly. It was torture every time.
Rachel hesitated as Quinn’s enigmatic eyes stayed locked on hers. And just before she met Rachel’s lips once more she managed to say the only thing that mattered. Her love of cinnamon.
And just like that Rachel knew exactly what to get Quinn for christmas.
A2 THOUGH (btw I didn’t proof read and gross grammar and gross spelling and gross punctuation and gross life but LOVE ME)
It was only five in the evening, but the camp sky was already a velvet black. It seemed like the days were getting colder and it wasn’t long till Christmas day. As Alona got ready to leave the training centre for the day she caught sight of someone leaving the opposite changing room. Even in the darkness she could recognize that set of caramel locks. Alona’s face lit up in a smile, one that had began to be reserved only for Andreas. She called him over, and though he looked almost startled for a split second, soon a similar warm grin beamed on his face. And just like that she felt safe. Of course the camp was guarded and barricaded and had more than enough protection on it - and it wasn’t as if she didn’t trust anyone she knew, it was just that it was different with him. She was comfortable. He quietened her soul in a way no one could, and sometimes a few of his wise words, be they English or Danish, were all that she needed.
"Hey you" She chimed as they walked in sync, arms brushing in stride. A nervous glint struck his expression as their eyes met, but he quickly recovered, clearing his throat a little before he answered.
"Did you…" he hesitated and Alona paused too. "How was training?
"Same as usual. But hey, I saw you on the track today. You’re getting faster." Alona added with a raise of her eyebrow, a crimson burst appearing on his porcelain skin in the cold winter night in response.
"Really?" Andreas asked, his eyes brightening in a way she’d always envied. A crooked smile formed on his mouth too. A smile that she’d never get to meet with her own but would never get tired of looking at.
"Of course. Besides-"
Alona’s answer was cut short by something above them. As she squinted up at the sky, she was met with something quite different to only moments ago. The great canvas had quietly turned into a milky fog. But it wasn’t fog at all. Slowly at first, snowflakes fell like maverick pieces of fluff from a white cashmere blanket. The first gracing Andreas’s cheek with its presence. Alona’s now cold and pale hand gently reached up to the arch of his cheekbone and brushed it away. Her fingers missed the warmth of his touch as soon as they left his face.
"There" She quickly said, her glance immediately flashing to the floor. Her gaze stayed hooked on the ground, even though she ardently missed the comfort of his look. A sharp sense of duty gutted Alona’s stomach as she quickly thought of a change of subjec.
"Denmark must be beautiful during Christmas time" She said with a tight smile as she began walking again, he followed whilst the thin veil of snow melted under their feet.
"Well, yes. But I imagine that all places are beautiful during Christmas, don’t you think? It’s the people, they’re different around this time of the year."
"That’s just because of all the mulled wine" Alona said with an eye roll, regretting it instantly. She didn’t know why the world had made her so hard, especially since the world was so hard on Andreas yet he remained so kind. But nonetheless he smiled at her comment, and redemption was found in his eyes.
"We call it something different but yes. It must be the carols too."
"Carols?" Alona asked, her head cocking to the side as she looked up at him.
"Yeah, the carols were beautiful. Do you know any?"
"Know any carols?" Alona asked with wide eyes before quickly shaking her head. "No, I mean I don’t - I don’t sing."
"But do you know any?" Andreas asked warmly, his eyebrows raising. Alona sighed silently and rolled her shoulders.
"One or two. But if I sing them, you have to sing them with me." She ordered, shaking her head at herself but smiling as she spoke. She looked over and saw a bashful smile creep onto his face, and suddenly she never wanted to stop singing if he would always look at her that way. She’d wish she was a bird for it. "Deal?" Alona asked, with a hint of a smirk.
- "I think I’m coming down with something."
- "Do you want to help me make some mulled wine?"
- "Bah Humbug."
- "All I want for Christmas is you."
- "Well, I guess we’re right under the mistletoe!"
- "I wish I got someone else for Secret Santa…"
- "It’s snowing outside!"
- "We need to hide the presents."
- "I burnt my hand trying to roast chestnuts."
- "Wake up, I want my presents."
- "I am not dressing up as an elf again…”
- "Get out from under the tree!"
- "That’s the cutest snow angel I’ve ever seen."
- "Do you know any carols?"
- "Your hands are freezing don’t touch me!"
- "Do we really have to spend Christmas with them?"
- "Nice sweater…"
- "You’re so warm, don’t move."
- "That snowball went right in my ear."
- "We can’t share a scarf- what do you think you’re doing?!"
- "But it’s cold outside."
- "I don’t understand how me dressing up as a present benefits anyone…"
- "Stay still, I can’t reach the top of the tree!"
- "You smell like cinnamon."
- "I think my teeth have frostbite."
- "I’m going to be late, the roads are icy."
- "You look like Rudolph the red nose reindeer."
- "Come back here- you’re not leaving without your coat."
- "You’re leaving out cookies and milk to encourage an old fat man to break into our house?"
- "I think I got some tinsel up my nose."
i stopped playing and nowi’m just sitting here
LEAVE YOU PUTA
i hate remembering good times that i had with people who ended up being really shitty to me
Reasons To Be Happy:
- Dead trees still stand and so can you.
- You have five fingers on each hand. One day those fingers will travel from your lap to someone else’s and that person will know all the bad stuff and still want to kiss you.
- Seasons are guaranteed when nothing else seems to be.
Hello, followers. It is time to hibernate. Please join me in sleeping for the next few months. If we all hibernate together, none of us can be held individually responsible. Society will just have to adjust.
You are the adorable one, especially for this message!! Thank you so so much Charlie and I hope you have the best Christmas. So do you. I love you to the moon and back you precious queen!!! <3