ooc; after ten thousand years i live
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I live?
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repost this & tag ten people you want to get to know better: wingedbyday, synkende, elseishouldkissyoutodeath, niveussurgens, and anybody else who wants to do it?
name: Alexis nicknames: Lex, Lexi, Idiot (according to Allie) birthday: May 27th gender: Female sexual orientation: Pass? favorite color: More than one, actually; all the colors of the sunrise. time and date at current moment: 1/6/155, 8:06 PM average hours of sleep: 2-3. Sometimes 4. lucky number: 3 last thing i googled: "sofa beds cheap" first word that comes to mind: Polaroid (I have a few hanging on my wall). one place that makes me happy: There's this little spot in Pikes Place that, if you go out the street entrance on the second level and take a right, is all overgrown with ivy and overlooks Seattle. It's one of the quieter spots. The view from there is absolutely incredible.
how many blankets i sleep under: 1-4. favorite fictional character: I have a lot? The top two are probably the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz and Captain Jack Sparrow from POtC (BECAUSE HE IS A GIFT TO THE CINEMATIC WORLD) animation: Iiiiiii usually don't watch Animations, so i'm just gonna say the first movie that pops into my head: The Labrynth (the one where David Bowie teases his hair and becomes King of Jim Hensons' people). tv show: Lately I haven't had any time to watch anything, but, when I do get the occasional few hours, I've been tending to watch Friends. favorite beverage: Peppermint Tea. It used to be coffee, but, after you wake up around 3 every morning to make it until noon, it kind of fades. favorite food: Toast with butter and cinnamon sugar.
last movie i’ve seen in cinemas: I honestly have no clue. The last movie I watched was Sgt. Peppers' Lonely Hearts Club Band (PETER FRAMPTON IS IN IT I HIGHLY RECOMMEND). dream holiday: BACKPACKING ACROSS EUROPE FOR A YEAR YES GOOD. dream wedding: Pass? dream job: I mean, usually I would say musician, but, lately, It's kind of faded. So. Probably what I'm going for right now: Museum Curator.
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In Italy (and, generally, Europe) we don’t celebrate Thanksgiving, and either way it would be too late for that; I, however, wanted to thank some people that over this year have been amazing to me, each in their own ways. I wanted to leave a special message for everyone, but I don’t have the time and, anyway, you already know all you need to. So, I just wanted to wish everyone an AMAZING 2015, and in particular to those mentioned below, because each of you (even though you might be surprised to be on here) has given me something precious, be it your friendship or even just the pleasure of your company, and that’s the best baggage to bring into the new year I can think of.
So, thank you: echoedmistakes | lunariis | inkstainedfeather | theprinceofbriars | adriansaddictions | elseishouldkissyoutodeath | wingedbyday | spiessig | kurt—rps | tentaculii | teinesmuirich | theinfamouscaptain | terrariiums | onemansinsanity-onecatsreality | littlevioletwolf | blxwnaway | renownxd | toobtainanimmortalsoul | wedideverythingwecould | ribbedistortions | yettosee | atouchofwinter | itsmxdness | imitxtor
For some it might be a repetition and an annoyance (sorry!), for others it’s a way to reconnect with, I just wanted you all to know that you’ve been what made this year bearable.
And to everyone I wish a glorious 2015, made of love, laughter, success, ambition, health, adventure, freedom, and anything you might need — and I hope we’ll still be wishing each other a happy new year 365 days from now ♥
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Exquisite beauty.
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Send me [ ♩ ] and I'll write a headcanon based on the next song that plays.
- Mumford and Sons -- Timshel
Helena is an exceptional woman; really, she is, right down to her core. Negating the fact that she's fiercely independent and highly intelligent (in terms of both science and being able to read people like a book), she's also uniquely kind and devoted to the remaining members of her family (ie: Phillip, at the end of things, and Evangeline while she lasted). When Phillip returned from the war, it had been around four or five years since the two had sen each other. She'd been just a little girl. A child. In the span of four or five years, she'd grown into a young woman nearly all by herself. Grace sure as hell wasn't an aiding factor in that. In that time spent apart, Helena lost her father, her brother, her mother (in certain terms) and, up until the day he stepped through the Palace gates, what she'd thought to be her remaining sibling--and, in a sense, she did. Phillip was not the teenager he'd been when he left. Not even close. Helena was a huge role in his recovery. Huge. I cannot even begin to make it clear just how much she helped him ease back into normality. She sat with him. She listened. She cared for him. She gave him drinks to help him sleep without nightmares. She did everything in her power and more to help him, and, really, it made all the difference. If there is one person in the world whom Phillip can trust--and I mean really, really, trust, more so than any Royal can hope to be able to do in Court--, it's Helena. It's always been Helena. It always will be Helena, even after Aurora. The two are loyal to each other, above all else.
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Send me [ ♩ ] and I'll write a headcanon based on the next song that plays.
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If my character was a personification, what would they represent?
Bonus: How or why do you think they would represent it (them, if more than one)?
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Some more 5x01 Nathan.
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Babygirl Stephanie Rose Bertram for Unleash’d Magazine
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Kiera Knightley by Ellen von Unwerth. Styling: Cathy Kasterine | Hair: Malcolm Edwards | Make-up: Sam Bryant | Manicure: Mike Pocock
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the first happy christmas // theprinceofbriars
It took Aurora but a couple seconds to notice that the studio was completely silent. When she heard nothing back after her so-called ‘threat’, the blonde decided to actually look at her love and notice that he was dead asleep on the mattress. The former princess rolled her eyes and shoved her petite body off the coffee table—marching over to the bed and flopping down on it. She laid on her side next to him, her head propped up by one hand and the other itching to start poking him. But, for a second, she hesitated. He was clearly exhausted. Aurora felt bad that he was so tired—but it was Christmas Eve! To be honest, she didn’t care if they spent it in this tiny studio—as long they were together. And he was awake at least some of the time. So the golden blonde began to poke his shoulder lightly, before said light pokes turned into light shoves. “Phillllip, wake up!”
Somewhere, somewhere deep in the darkness that covered his vision and wrapped around him like a blank, there was the sound of a voice--wait, no. Not just a voice. A particular voice. He knew that voice. Though, really, it was probably nothing. Just a dream. Fingers twitching, his hand raised to bat at the tickling sensation on his shoulder.
Phillip, wake up!
Okay, maybe it was something.
A groan escaped, then, before his eyes drug themselves open, fluttered in the sudden brightness, and focused on the pair of lilac ones' just a few inches away. Those hadn't been there before. For just a moment he tensed, went tight along ever single line of muscle that grew on his frame, flinched away and was reverted back to old habits and tactics that were reserved for entirely different circumstances. His free hand began to reach for a sword that wasn't there (and probably would have violated the terms of his lease) before something in his head clicked. Aurora.
Oh.
There as an immediate release of tension from the mans' entire being at the realization. "Christ," came the exhale of relief, "you--how'd you get in here?"
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the first happy christmas // theprinceofbriars
This time last year, her name was Rose, and she spent Christmas alone. Behind the counter of the seamstress shop—waiting to help anybody who needed a last minute repair on their clothes. It wasn’t the way anybody should spend Christmas, but under the curse, she didn’t know any better.
This year was going to be different. The golden blonde—now known as Aurora—had a bright smile on her face as she ran up the wooden steps and cheerfully knocked on the door of his apartment—seeing as how they had yet to move in with each other after all this. “Philllllip!” The blonde whined—overexcited and perhaps maybe a little overhyped on sugar—“Come on, you said we could go skating today!”
Aurora then moved the welcome mat aside and used the spare key to unlock the door. It was like she was a child all over again—but she was too excited to hold it back. The first Christmas reunited with her love meant something to her. She didn’t have to be alone anymore and neither did he.
Aurora sat herself down on the coffee table, kicking her legs restfully. “The longer you take the more mistletoe I’m going to make sure we have to stop under…” She threaten—though it wasn’t really a threat.
The Holiday's were always hell at the Hospital--so, of course, he'd been booked nearly 24/7. And, really, that made sense; the Emergency Room had been flooded with dozens of patients for every doctor. They were outnumbered by legions. Each Doctor, no matter their experience, had been called in for double shifts, overtime, and duties that bordered on insanity. Everyone was exhausted. Everyone just wanted to go home, throw back a couple of drinks, and call it a holly, jolly night.
With that in mind--although it wasn't necessarily fair or right--, it wasn't all too surprising that Phillip was spread across the mattress shoved against the window in the tiny studio he called home, eyes shut and lips parted just-so as light snores fell out. Not exactly a regal position, but, hey, this wasn't a Land for Princes or Kings. Crowns had been traded for ballots. Castles had been traded for White Houses. The world that they'd left behind had been drug out from under their feet and replaced with precisely-mown lawns. Presently, there wasn't all too much to be done about it. All that there was to be done was to carry on and get the job done; that's what he'd always done, anyways, Monarch, Captain, or Doctor--and, as it was, the job at hand had left him completely and totally drained.
