mildred ratched, take my heart & break it idc it’s YOURS

|| Blossom and Siri could tell me to make an account from literally any show/film and I’d yeehaw my ass into it in a heartbeat.

|| MY, SOMEONE’S BOLD Like when she grabbed her shirt and pulled her in for a kiss… 👀

|| Oh, look who it is.

|| I really want to see a mcmurphy around here. give my girl her mortal enemy 👀

|| Shut up, YOU want to write Marie Laveau, not me. 🙄 This is why I shouldn’t be allowed to watch Coven. I want to write every damn character.

|| I’M GONNA DO IT.

|| All of the Ratched OCs popping up.. my heart is so full.

Don’t tell anybody, but she really misses Gwendolyn.

She isn’t . . . Oh, gosh, how embarrassing. She didn’t realise it was written all over her features.

She’ll never refuse peach cobbler. It’s a shame she didn’t enjoy her birthday, though; they can make up for it now, if she’d like? Does Sal think Gwen is just as aware of her expressions? Because that’s simply mortifying.

Oh, hello there. I didn’t . . . I’m not . . . Fine. I missed you. It’s so good to see you.

And now she’s blushing, too ! “I managed just fine. Hardly noticed you were away,” she tries to argue, though her lips give her away by curving into a playful smile.

It’s not fair. She should know the effect of that sinful little smirk of hers. “I’d like to say work kept me busy, but you were constantly on my mind, so I don’t think it counts.”

She huffs, attempting to perfect her usual stoic manner as she perches on the woman’s lap. “My my, are you flirting with me, Mrs. Briggs?”

She casually drapes an arm around Gwen’s shoulders, the fingertips of her free hand fiddling with the ends of her strawberry blonde curls. “Mm. That all depends on the invitation . . .”

|| Thinking about Mildred Ratched on this fine Wednesday morning.

|| Mildred, sweet angel, I miss you.