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Hey, Hey, L I S T E N
here, on this blog, you do not need permission to slip into my asks. just do it. even if we haven’t interacted before. even if you’ve sent 10 already. send me more. i love getting asks (in character or out of character) and yeah, i’m slow as fuck, but i promise you i will get to them. have at it, fill my inbox with memes or impromptu starters or just tell me how your day is going. it really doesn’t matter. just go ahead and do it. i promise, i don’t get annoyed seeing the same people in my inbox, actually it makes me happy because yAY MORE INTERACTIONS. so just do it.
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the weeknd, tears in the rain
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beep beep how’s my portrayal ?
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You taste of tragedy.
Your lips are ash.
Your hands are stone.
Inside your chest
Lies crumbling walls.
And in your throat
Are the embers of
Empires that burned
Before your eyes.
W. (via the-write-ideas)
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tHAT MOMENT WHERE YOU’RE READING A REPLY AND YOU JUST HAVE TO STOP FOR A SECOND IN AWE WONDERING HOW THE HELL YOU GOT SO LUCKY TO WRITE WITH SUCH AN AMAZING, TALENTED PERSON
q: your favourite book?
my personal favourite is the silver chair, particularly because of the scene where the lady of the green kirtle is trying to convince puddleglum, eustace, and jill that narnia doesn’t really exist and puddleglum replies:
“suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things—trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and aslan himself. Suppose we have. then all i can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that's a funny thing, when you come to think of it. we're just babies making up a game, if you're right. but four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. that's why I'm going to stand by the play-world. i'm on aslan's side even if there isn't any aslan to lead it. i'm going to live as like a narnian as i can even if there isn't any narnia. so, thanking you kindly for our supper, if these two gentlemen and the young lady are ready, we're leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for overland. not that our lives will be very long, i should think; but that's small loss if the world's as dull a place as you say.”
the very picture of faith, and from the mouth of a real pessimist, no doubt. it’s just such an amazing book, from moments like these to the simple expansion of lore, and i can’t wait to see it turned into a movie.
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“Alas, how little the heart forgets—”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Countess Margot Sizzo-Noris-Crouy, January 6, 1923
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𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍; an ask meme.
she must be mad is the debut poetry book by writer charly cox. it’s described as “a mental coming-of-age documented through poetry and prose written by someone who’s still in the thick of it.” if you like what you can find here, please consider supporting the author and buying it.
𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴 : 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙱𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴
- they will always exit too early
- you will grow stronger in it, if you try
- you share pancakes but struggle to look at each other
- you never got to tell him how your heart held out
- they don’t sound like firsts
- tell your body it’s anxiety isn’t a passion to burst on him
- my best teachers were disguised as lovers
- each line and freckle a constellation on your torso.
- time stopped to matter
- i could mutter an uttering of offers
- i could rhyme anything together and it’d still be enough
- it’s wine on a saturday and lies that you learn as foreplay
- it is what it is until it isn’t quite it anymore
- something which once bought pleasure is now forbidden
- she breathes a sigh drenched in yawns for coffee
- i feel safe because you’ve said it
- i watched you close your eyes and forget it for a second
- i’m bemused and sad and thinking
- there is plenty of room for explicits in complicity
- an octopus has three hearts
- he doesn’t have to unpick beauty from sense or smarts from lust
- i bet it’s a secret emotional hassle
- how does he feel anything when he’s got capacity for so much?
- you conjured colours i couldn’t see
- i apologise before its beauty
- i almost wanted them to sound like a flood
- you are a worthy warrior
- you are an unwanted potato in a packet
- we fall into a depth of expectation
- mistaken as a mistake
- love isn’t what you thought
- your heart is filled with chest banging love
- there is absolutely nothing you can do about it
Loras reminded him of his elder siblings in the most obvious of ways: his famed, lionhearted courage was not dissimilar to Peter’s and his beauty would have complemented Susan’s own (and for not the first time, Edmund was the slightest bit relieved that she’d been too busy with her duties to accompany him on the trip to Westeros). But he had felt a deep unease upon meeting the white-cloaked knight, and he hadn’t been able to rid himself of it.
In Edmund’s eyes, the Red Keep was nearly a city of its own It was larger than Cair Paravel, but not so large that he felt he required an escort everywhere, and so he’d taken exploring the castle in his scant free hours between trade talks. He’d greet even the servants politely and made conversation with whoever who would ask it of him, so he could only say his hellos when he saw Ser Loras, though the earlier chill still nagged at him.
❝ Ser Loras, wasn’t it? ❞
A kind face and an attitude that isn’t. / DDU-DU DDU-DU by BLACKPINK
Send “#b” and I’ll shuffle my music player, and use my favorite line from the next song as a starter. / accepting
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––––––––––––––––– this is a story about brothers.
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PSA: tumblr is blocking ‘promo’ from tags & search results
What this means for the indie rpc —
If you use the word promo in your tags (as many people do, simply as just ‘promo’, ‘self promo’, ‘dual promo’, ‘joint promo’, etc), your post will not show up in any search or tag tracking results.
One potential workaround that is currently functional (at least until tumblr changes it again), is to add punctuation to the word promo - a period at the end seems to be a popular solution (ie ‘promo.’, ‘self promo.’, etc.).
The big thing to remember is that even including the word promo in your tags without adding anything to disrupt tumblr’s filtering system, your post will not show up in any other tags either.
So please, update your tags to help promote your own blogs and those of your friends, as otherwise blogs are going to have an even more difficult time finding one another the more tags that tumblr blocks.
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thank u, next — lyric sentence starters
the following is a collection of starter memes taken from ariana grande’s 2019 album thank u, next. some lines have been altered to better fit rp purposes; and includes content such as: foul language, sex, and partying.
imagine
- why can’t you imagine a world like that?
- i knew you were perfect after our first kiss
- tell me your secrets
- i feel like we never act this ‘regular’
- we’re going to sleep till noon
- can you imagine it?
needy
- lately, i’ve been on a roller-coaster
- i can’t promise you how i’ll react
- i’ll wait for you
- i don’t give any fucks
- i’m obsessive
- i love too hard
- i can be way too damn needy
- tell me how good it feels
- i know it feels good to be needed
- i’m sorry that i’m up and down a lot
- i think i’m not enough
- go ahead, call me selfish
- i can’t help it
NASA
- i’d rather be alone tonight
- i don’t want to be in your arms
- there’s nothing wrong
- i can’t miss you if i’m with you
- time apart is beneficial
- i need space
- i need me time
- i would love it if you stayed the night
- i’m trying to self-discover
- you’re going to drag me under
bloodline
- you’re bad for me
- are you down?
- can you let me know?
- thank you
- leave me
- it’s time to go
- it’s just for show
- take it or leave it
- there’s no need to apologise
- you’ve got to let this go
- i’m not trying to make you mine
- i just want to have a good time
- i got nothing to say
- that ship sailed
- i know what you need
- i know what you want
fake smile
- i’m sorry, i have to leave
- can you walk me to my car?
- if i’m being honest, i’ve been through way too much
- i’m not going to make it very far
- i’m starving
- i’ve got to leave now
- i can’t fake another smile
- i can’t lie
- i can’t pretend that i’m alright
- it’s getting hard to shock me
- i want you to know that i’m grateful
- have you seen the things they write about me?
- i heard what they’re saying on the tv
- i know this is the life i chose
- i’m not going to lie about it
bad idea
- i’ve been worried about you
- come and save me
- i was the one who wrote it
- why can’t i let go of this?
- i’ve got a bad idea…
- forget about it.
- how about we take a little time away?
- forget about him!
- are you done?
- forget about me
- come over here to numb the pain
- we shouldn’t, but i know we will
- this isn’t real
- you should know i’m only temporary
make-up
- i like to fuck with you
- i love it when we make up
- i ruined my makeup
- change my mind
- say i’m right!
- it works every time
- promise me?
- i like it when you’re mad
ghostin’
- i know you hear me when i cry
- you know i hear when you cry…
- try to hold it in
- you’ve been so understanding
- you’ve been so good
- admit that it hurts you
- i’m putting you through more than anyone ever should
- i know it breaks your heart when i cry again over him
- it breaks my heart to see you cry over him
- i’m hating myself
- we’ll get through this
- we’ll get past this
- but i love you…
- i’ve got a whole lot of baggage
- i wish he were here instead
- he/she/put name here comes to visit me every now and then
- there’s so much to look forward to
in my head
- i’ve got a habit of seeing what isn’t there
- you’re in love with a version of a person you’ve created in your head
- the only thing you can fix is yourself
- enough is enough
- this has gone on too long
- i got caught in the moment
- my imagination is too creative
- i never thought you’d leave me
- i never thought they’d leave me
- i thought you were the one
- it was all in my head
- i invented you!
- we can work it out
- i saw your potential
- i did it to myself
- i thought you were someone else
7 rings
- i’ve been through some bad shit
- i’ve been through some bad things
- i’d rather spoil my friends
- i think retail therapy is my new addiction
- whoever said money can’t solve your problems must not have had enough money to solve them
- i got it
- i want it
thank u, next
- i wrote some songs about ___
- i almost got married
- i thought i’d end up _____
- i’ve loved and i’ve lost
- look what you’ve taught me
- thank you
- next!
- i’m so fucking grateful for my ex
- i’m not worried about anything
- i met someone else
- you move on too fast
- ___ taught me love
- ___ taught me patience
- ___ taught me pain
- one day i’ll walk down the aisle
- god forbid if something happens
break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored
- damn, this isn’t fair!
- i’m not used to feeling this way
- i’m thinking about it
- i took one look at your face,now i want to know how you taste
- break up with your ___friend!
- i know it isn’t right
- then i realised _____ was right there!
- this shit always happens to me
- i shouldn’t think about it
- you know what you’re doing to me
- damn, ___ can’t compare!
- i only hate ___ because i want you!
- you without me just isn’t right!
- break up with your ___friend, cause i’m bored.
The months of exchanging hand-written letters had begun with such bright ardour, but the charm had faded fast. As old as he’d once been, Narnia and his reign there seemed far away, and he’d been forced to grow up again. Ed hated to admit it, but perhaps he hadn’t been good about becoming an adult this time around either.
Sitting exams felt much harder than learning to fight a war, and he no longer thought himself as clever as he’d once done. Though he was still an able correspondent, he didn’t have much in the way of good things to say and he knew that his frustration had come through in ink. Gradually, he’d stopped writing because he’d grown weary – weary of making himself and those who knew him best quite miserable.
Years had passed without him posting a single letter to America, though he’d written a dozen and drafted yet dozens more in his head. Edmund hadn’t forgotten about those long summer days under the hot Alabama sun, but oh, how he often tried to. He knew that he had again been a coward and a traitor. Moreover, he knew that he did not deserve her, but on dreary days, he found comfort in remembering Jean Louise and wondering where she was now. She’d wanted to be a journalist, and he could only imagine her holed up, writing away furiously as an idealistic young intern (after all, she’d been a bit younger than him, and university took longer in America).
Perhaps it was no coincidence, then, that upon graduating (with a first from Magdalen College, Oxford, no less), he joined his parents for their annual trip to New York. Susan had moved there years ago, and she’d been asking all her siblings to visit for ages. Edmund had been the only one to take Su up on her invitation: Lucy was on a medical mission trip to India, and Peter was in the midst of a heated trial. He’d never been to New York, and this was his last chance before he began work.
And so he’d found himself wandering Washington Square Park while his parents and Susan paid a rather long visit to a friend they’d made during Susan’s first visit, back when he’d gone to Narnia that third time. His name was Truman, and he was from Monroeville, a town only a county line over from Maycomb. For a brief moment, Ed had wondered if Truman would know Jean Louise, but he’d dismissed that idea quickly out of hand. He’d been thinking about her quite a bit more lately, and perhaps it was simply the American air.
Edmund had paused to consider the marble arch when he rather suddenly made contact with someone. He took a tumble before he raised his head to see who he’d collided with – and his heart stopped.
❝Jean Louise. ❞
Take it back to the place where you know it all began. / High School Musical 3
Send “#b” and I’ll shuffle my music player, and use my favorite line from the next song as a starter. / accepting