xcoatlicuex:

@histrigger

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Coatlicue had not been expecting the call she received, the one that made her travel all the way over here. The fact that the woman that called needed help did not surprise her, mortals only ever remembered her when they needed something. She was a little surprised that the mortal had called her, it had been so long ago since the goddess had seen Monica. After a certain age, Coatlicue stopped keeping tabs on the children she’d help deliver.

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          ❛  you came. i wasn’t sure you would.  ❜  there wasn’t much to her tone, not anymore. not since jason had been riddled with bullets, not since a certain getaway driver had turned her life on its head. it was for that reason she’d reached out to the woman who’d helped her single mother bring her into the world, for once desperate loath as she was to admit it. her next words tasted like ash in her mouth, the urge to spit overwhelming. monica costello didn’t ask for help. she’d learned that lesson the hard way from a young age, but she’d never expected to be here, to be left raw and vulnerable.  ❛  i need … your help.  ❜  a beat.  ❛  —please.  ❜

 

sugar sweet

independent
DARLING
of edgar wright's
baby driver
est. june 28, 2017.
written by paris.

when it's so deep

if you make my buddy
see RED, you'll see
nothing but BLACK.

deep inside of me

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