OHMYGOD MY BABY SHE WAS HOLDING ME SO TIGHTLY I’M CURRENTLY CRYING MY EYES OUT THIS IS UNREAL SHE SAID THAT I WAS BEAUTOFUL AND SHE CALLED ME BUDDY AND SHE HUGGED ME SO TIGHTLY I WANTED TO TELL YOU SO MANY THINGS TAY BUT I DONT KNOW I FORGOT EVERYTHING YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND AND I LOVE YOU AND I WANTED TO HUG YOU ALL OVER AGAIN AND YOU ARE THE SISTER I’VE NEVER HAD AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THAT WORDS CANT DESCRIBE I WILL SEEYOU ON TOUR BABE
a spell for when you are not looking to curse someone, but wish for them to see how poorly they have treated you.
you will need:
☠️crow bones/piece of mirror/piece of glass
🌶pepper (cayenne is good)
🔥red, orange, and yellow ribbons/candles
cleanse your space.
take the bones/mirror/glass and coat them in the pepper. remember all of the injustices as you do so.
wrap the ribbons and tie them/drip the candles along the object. recite this incantation as you do: “with this reflection that you see you will taste how you’ve treated me while these colors hold you tight you will remember me in sleep tonight”
to break the spell, cut the ribbons/scrape some wax off. dispose of properly or cleanse and reuse the items.
Like if emily has a twin or was evil i would actually be so shook. Shook to the end of time. Shooker than when ezra turned round in ravenshood. More like ravensSHOOK. I feel the shookness in my bones just thinking about it
It’s always been the eyes. Always been the smile. The deception behind them is something she’s concealed very well. She needs to play the victim all while being the mastermind behind the scenes. Everyone she hurt, controlled, killed where just pawns to get to Alison.
It all started when they were young teens without a care in the world. Emily had a little crush on Alison but it just grew past infatuation. Alison truly had something about her that made Emily nervous but also intrigued.
After Ali’s death, Emily was rocked the hardest. She had written a front to back letter to Alison before she died, telling her how much she hurt her whenever she would make advances and Alison would shut her down. She regretted every word she wrote. That’s why she started everything out of denial…that was gradually turning into delusion. That’s also why every girl she’s been with either was like Alison in a way or had something to do with Alison. And with each girl, she had a look. The moment she realized how there were traits of Alison within them. The moment knew she wanted them.
Maya marched to the beat of her own drum and was daring like Alison.
Paige was a victim of Alison’s bullying. In a way, being with Paige, she was still tied in to Alison in her mind.
Samara and Sabrina, both small blondes like Alison, Samara having blue eyes like Alison as well
Talia, lowkey, bold, and unavailable just like Alison.
When Emily finally had Alison, it was like a dream come true. Everything she’s worked for payed off. Right off the bat, Emily left Paige for her. Not only did she have sex with her almost immediately but the song playing during that scene was incredibly telling as to how Emily feels towards Alison. Think about it….out of every love song they could have put for their first time, it’s a song referring to an obsession.
Since you’ve gone I’ve been lost without a trace. I dream at night, I can only see your face. I look around but it’s you I can’t replace. I feel so cold, and I long for your embrace. I keep crying baby, baby, please…
Oh can’t you see You belong to me? How my poor heart aches with every step you take.
Every breath you take Every move you make Every bond you break Every step you take I’ll be watching you.
Every single day Every word you say Every game you play Every night you stay I’ll be watching you.
This even showed the next night when Alison stayed over. From night all until school the next morning, Emily stayed up and watched Alison sleep. It didn’t even bother her that she had zero sleep to function for the next day. She was locked in such a trance in Alison’s presence, time passed by as if the hours turned into seconds.
“Every breath you take, every move you make, I’ll be watching you….”
But then it didn’t take long until things fell apart. She separated from Alison because she wasn’t fitting the role that she’s created for her
in her head all those years she’s been away. She wanted Alison to 100% depend on her so she can be her savior. But with Alison being sketchy, she disbanded from her.
And that’s when Sara came along. The biggest Alison replacement of all.
Emily saw the Alison she wanted within Sara. That’s why she clung onto her with a hawk grip, not letting anyone get close or be with her without her there. She refused to let anyone change Sara or take her away. Sara hadn’t seen her mother since she was brought back into society - Emily pushed her to get EMANCIPATED right away. In order to do so, you have to prove to the courts you have a place to live and source of income. Emily told her she can stay with her and got her a job with Caleb. This way, Sara would have no choice but to depend on Emily. Exactly how she wanted it. Exactly how she wished Alison would do to her.
When Sara betrayed Emily, she felt like her own creation turned against her. Her rage at this very thought is what caused her to physically knock Sara flat out. All these years of Alison toying with her, Alison dying and she being in denial, being with Maya and her being taken away similar to Ali, trying to find other girls to fit the Alison void in her heart but failing, being with Alison herself but not even her fitting the mold, and now Sara hurting her like this, all that pent up aggression came in the form of a violent right hook.
When Emily left for college, she was finally going to purge herself of all that Alison drama by being far away. And she was doing well until her father died. Then, as she told Toby, she felt there was no point to anything. She drowned spent all of her father’s money, leaving the country, drowning in alcohol and women but she still was hurting. She wished she had someone, anyone to lean on and take care of her during this hard time.
Then, a letter from Alison appears and everything she tried to disassociate herself from came rushing back all over again.
She came back to Rosewood via Alison’s plea and even went as far as doing the things that she asked of her. When Charlotte died, Emily realized how Alison was changing. She was vulnerable. Just like how she’s always wanted Alison to be towards her. Just so she can be the knight in shining amour in her story.
That feeling Emily got from that…it was like a high. She wanted Alison to be like that towards her all the time. When Alison checked into Welby, Emily knew this would be the perfect way to create this kind of dependency. If Alison is warped in the mind, she’ll need someone to take care of her. That’s where Emily can step in. When Emily visited Alison in Welby, how Alison was begging her not to leave her, it not only fueled Emily inside but she knew her plan was working. Why else would Emily so easily leave when Alison was crying out for her? She needed to build up that dependency. And when Alison got out and needed someone, who was there for her?
This was exactly what Emily needed. She needed to be Alison’s savior. The eggs, as being played into now, was a plan she came up with while Alison was held up. It was her ultimate go to. By the time Alison comes out and falls into her arms, if she ever got the idea to leave her, she would not. Why? Because now a baby is forever their bond now. That’s why she was “behind” Alison’s decision to abort until Alison finally realized the baby was Emily’s. Now all of a sudden, Emily is telling her to keep it. And Alison did.
Everything she’s ever wanted, being with Alison since a young teen, is finally coming together……Even if she had to force a hand in making it happen.
You always attempted to ignore the enticing yet new feeling that would creep into your veins every day. When your voice was hushed down to a whisper, your chapped lips slightly open, and your big, bright Y/E/C were gazing lovingly into Peter’s, your heart would quicken its beat while your mind, that was once filled with scrambling thoughts and tactics, but was now pulled to halt, your world would come to a sudden stop. You hated to admit it, but it was so utterly true. Having a heart so young yet filled with such adoration for one person can cause your brain to rewire itself to prefer this new fascination you had gotten yourself tangled into.
But when your glazed orbs would lock with Peter’s, you swore to yourself you would never love anyone ever as much as you loved him. You didn’t know what it was that caused your mind to set itself on Peter so quickly.
Maybe it was the way his beaming smile would curl as he came within sight of you. Maybe it was the butterflies that flied around your stomach at his sweet and soothing touch, his calloused fingertips would rake slowly up and down your arm as you lied together on the couch. Maybe it was the moments your different yet colliding personalities would counter off one another as you chuckled at something, his laugh dancing through your ears in pure bliss.
Or, maybe it was the way those beautiful, so so beautiful, brown eyes sparkled into your gaze from down the hall, hearts dancing together in the air around the two of you. And, maybe it was the way his stare pulled you into a still trap as his nose would rub against yours as he prepared to softly kiss your needy lips.
That’s what it was.
The way he looked at you as if you were the only soul he could ever, will ever, bring himself to love for eternity.
O is for the only one I see
You knew. The exact moment too.
That day his eyes were focused on his chemistry assignment while yours were focused on him. Your eyes would scan his figure as his eyes never left the paper once, his back muscles sneakily poking through to be seen underneath his blue sweater while his tongue peeked out to lips his lips in hesitation.
You had been sneaking glances at this boy for over three months now, and now matter how many times you prayed those gorgeous, bright brown eyes would turn around catch your gaze, it didn’t happen.
Due to your quiet, reserved manner, you knew you would never have the balls to go up and talk to Peter. Your brain would remind you every day, “While you’re staring at him as if he was the only person in the world, he’s never going to reciprocate”.
Your heart would flutter as he would look around the classroom casually, but then deflate as he would never make eye contact with your shy figure in the corner. Your thoughts in chemistry didn’t consist of atoms, cations, anions, and whatever else. They were consumed mostly of him, the boy you didn’t even know. No one else in the classroom mattered in your eyes, not even your teacher. Your eyes would flutter over to his figure numerous times throughout the period, secretly hoping that one day he would catch your stares and lock eyes with you, and that’s when you would be sure to smile sweetly at the handsome boy before you.
But, you ended up embarrassing yourself instead.
That same day, your feeling were urging stronger due to the fact his hair was curled slightly more today, and your eyes couldn’t help but gaze enticingly at the small curl that lay softly against his forehead. You wondered to yourself all period how someone could not even try an ounce and look so perfect, and how in the hell he could never catch your obvious stares.
Apparently so did your teacher.
“Mrs. Y/L/N, how about you spend your time gazing at your textbook rather than Mr. Parker.”
Your eyes immediately snapped to your teacher’s hard stare, and your cheeks instinctively flushed a bright red as everyone in the classroom whipped their heads around to face you, and snicker. Your eyes locked with your teacher’s and your heart dropped into your stomach as you attempted to process this seemingly sudden reality.
You feel Peter’s head whip around quickly, and for the first time, stare at you. Not daring to move to his new gaze, you fixated your eyes from your teacher’s down to the textbook lying open on your desk.
The snicker’s died down as your burning cheeks huffed a sigh defeat, your eyes scanning the pages of the book, no ounce of attention being paid to it.
Your heart was no beating quickly as you dared to lift your head slightly and peek out of the corner of your eye at Peter. But, your stomach soon churned as your Y/E/C hit a glorious and captivating brown.
Your teeth tugged at the bottom of your lip in embarrassment as Peter’s eyes locked with your for the first time.Your eyes scanned his face quickly, a smile beginning to form across his small lips. Your heart leaped as your brain signaled your flustered features to smile back, Peter’s pearly white’s popping out at you with such joy.
His lips curled as yours stayed closed, but turned up in embarrassment.
But, it was worth it. That was when Peter knew you were the only one he’d ever see.
V is very, very extraordinary
Nothing about you was boring. Peter was sure of it.
Everyone has their little imperfections, quirks, etc. But Peter began to think you had none of that. The little things you considered annoying, gross, or even ugly he perceived as incredible.
As your sweet voice would chirp on as you two lied on the couch watching a movie, about all the things you’ve been doing wrong lately, Peter would zone out. Your tone discussing the matter sounded flustered, and annoyed with every single detail you discussed. But Peter would pay no attention to you bad mouth yourself. His mind was focused on the way your emotions would manipulate your feature.
When you begin to rant about how you failed a test that you studied for, and how you knew you could’ve done so much better if you only did this and that and so on. Peter would gaze up to your eyebrows. He would watch the skin around them crinkle in frustration at yourself, your features turning dark instantly.
Then, you would blab on about how disliked the way you looked that day, or how you felt like people judged you for wearing leggings despite the fact you thick thighs that you hated. Peter would despise to see you talk horribly about yourself, your body specifically. His eyes would daringly linger on your legs when they adorned the pants, his hormones startling inside of him as they would hug your body so well. His stare would move to your lips, seeing them push themselves against one another at the defeat that would wash over you.
Your pink lips caused his urge to kiss you to grown, his eyes never looking away from the part of you he loved so much.
Everything about you was extraordinary. Nothing about you was boring, and he loved every part that was you.
E is even more than anyone that you adore
Peter never knew he could adore so much about one person. You never dreamed of someone as special and inviting as Peter to ever love you.
When the two of you began dating, you started to question yourself. How could someone like him, love someone like me?
It was odd really. You dared yourself to be content with the truth. That Peter adored you, and there was nothing you could about it. You didn’t want to of course, but it was just the way of it. You were never confident in yourself, so for this to happen was a whirlwind.
But, it didn’t matter. No matter what you did, or how you acted, or what you said, would never distance Peter at all.
When his soothing voice would brush softly against the shell of your ear, whispering sweet nothings to you, your heart would thump with the energy flowing between the two of you. Or, when his beautiful eyes would help his gorgeous smile form a soft expression as he laughed wholeheartedly.
Peter could feel the butterflies thump against his rib cage as your soft fingertips would run themselves through his curled hair, lulling him to sleep.
Being in love with one another was alluring. Almost as if being in love at such a young age was only crafted for the two of you.
Peter knew he would never be able to release himself from the grasp you had him in. But, he didn’t care. Nothing was ever going to change the fact that his love for you was something he could never grow tired of.
But not matter what anyone said, your hearts would never separate. Your affection for Peter Parker was much too steady for anyone to ever sway you.