Wendy Case.
@falsewonderlust.bsky.social
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mother. counselor. keeper of secrets. #soarp #mature
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» wendy case
( ex-wife to jax teller )
» mommy
» drug counselor
» rehabilitated junkie
» former croweater

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soa rp which means triggers lie ahead. mentions of drugs, violence, organized crime. penned by harlot.
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{ twitter rp is so lonesome, lol. }
what up world, is ya girl wendy.
{ rpers on twitter piss me the fuck off. fall for anything and stand for nothing. }
{ that man can lick the crack of my ass. }
{ people really expect you to just forgive and forget the mfers who abused you. it's crazy. }
she stretched her arms over her head, closing her eyes gently.

“i'm sleepy.”
i'm gonna start growing weed.
anyways, what's for dinner?!
yeah i think i'm officially done with twitter. i can't do it anymore.
we need a remove this follower option.
just sits there, kicking her feet.

bored.
umm. . . anyone wanna write? no? kay.
god that bitch was annoying.
Reposted by Wendy Case.
One woman. Three brothers.
And a love story that doesn’t ask permission.
Grief met grit. Healing found heat.
Now it’s family—by choice, by fire, by every stolen breath that said stay.
Not your usual happy ending.
It’s better.

#TheHayesEffect #BuiltFromTheAshes
“WHY am i awake?!”
scratches her head with a squint, “something's a miss here.”
{ ai, racism, and porn have ruined twitter. it's so sad. }
{ that reply hurt btw. }
for myself. for being weak and ruining what i had.” with the back of her hand, wendy swiped her nose and shook her head.

“but you're right. i never would have guessed this would be us. that's sad, if you think about it. we act more married now than we did then.”
i ( hated ) you, jax. i did. . . after donna's funeral and the few weeks i spent with abel before leaving, i wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

i was wounded. unhealed. after rehab, i realized that i hated my weakness. the hate i felt for you, was really the hatred i felt —
she gave a few soft blinks to stave off the tears, but that didn't stop the soft sniffle from her end. it was poetic and bittersweet all at once, wendy was surprised she didn't melt on the spot.

“i wasn't ready for marriage either. i was deep in my own shit, i couldn't really ( do ) it. —
{ i'm gonna start being on here more too. it's less clunky. }
{ also twitter suspending deacon is bullshit. right when we were gonna start a storyline 😭 }