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If They Had A Kid... (Meme)
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“ And no longer do my lips Kiss — they prophesy. “ est. 2014 // rebooted 2017 written by kadian
Anon hour starts now. Everything will be answered.
author: lostcap / poems used: x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x * do not remove this credit , thank you.
❛ what a modern fucking tragedy you turned out to be. ❜ ❛ what do you think the stars wish for then? ❜ ❛ maybe i could have loved you in any life but ours. ❜ ❛ i used to ache for a hurricane, an earthquake. ❜ ❛ i found a catalyst for disaster in you. ❜ ❛ is this what happens when the poem ends? ❜ ❛ i found religion in betrayal. ❜ ❛ things like us only exist in dreams. ❜ ❛ you can’t give your storms to someone else. ❜ ❛ nothing lasts forever, not even the rain. ❜ ❛ it’s okay to fear. ❜ ❛ don’t claw out your own throat while waiting for someone else to scream. ❜ ❛ you are memories and moments. ❜ ❛ in some other universe you’re asleep. ❜ ❛ everyone leaves. let them. ❜ ❛ you are not a ghost. ❜ ❛ you can’t haunt those that forget you. ❜ ❛ everything ends and it’s okay. ❜ ❛ my heart kept beating, out of sync with yours. ❜ ❛ maybe i get to have a reason for the ache you left in my chest. ❜ ❛ you exist still. ❜ ❛ we can’t remember how to be alive. ❜ ❛ the heavens burn for you and i. ❜ ❛ every star is another story, every night a different sky. ❜ ❛ we end to begin again. ❜ ❛ beyond every somewhere, we exist. ❜ ❛ the gods lie as often as men. ❜ ❛ i sit not upon a throne of bone. ❜ ❛ my kingdom wasn’t chosen. ❜ ❛ the dead of mine do not speak. ❜ ❛ history will write that you were the bravest of them all. ❜ ❛ all stars must burn. ❜ ❛ the greatest things must end. ❜ ❛ hell is just another place i guess i’ll go to keep you warm. ❜ ❛ if the monster always dies at the end of the book, why am i still alive? ❜ ❛ gods don’t care about what might have been. ❜ ❛ men shall fall and gods be forgotten. ❜ ❛ you will be remembered eternally. ❜
((Excuse me everyone, but The Fear with Harry Lloyd is on Netflix now, so I’m gonna be leaving reality forever. k bye))
((Audition Day! I'm about as good as I can manage. 😅))
Can we all just stop for a moment and appreciate Jason Momoa’s face. And then the rest of him. Because it’s all just really glorious. [x]
((MUN IS SORRY))
Pick up my muse!
send ⭐️ to pick up my sick or injured muse send 🌟 to keep my muse from doing something dumb send ✨ to pick up my muse in a romantic fashion send 💫 to pick up my muse with the intention of hurting them OR send 🔆 and a specific reason or ❇️ for the mun to decide
4th of July Gone Wrong Starters
"I'm pretty sure that's how my cousin lost his thumb."
"So, the fireworks might have gone through the window..."
"The store ran out of beer."
"Can you Americans be less obnoxious?"
"I just saw an old man run down the street in a flag speedo."
"Stop shooting those off! My dogs are going ballistic!"
"You're supposed to let go before it fires!"
"Are you sure bootleg fireworks are a good idea?"
"Will you stop singing Hamilton already?!"
"Captain America didn't fly into an iceberg for this."
"I don't want to celebrate a country where Trump is a viable presidential nominee."
"Is it supposed to be smoking like that?"
"Oh shit. The flag's on fire."
"That bootleg firework ate a hole through the roof!"
"Don't point that at your eye!"
"Stop aiming at people!"
"I... think this is a real grenade."
"Everyone at this bar is dressed like a founding father. A sexy founding father."
"I don't think fireworks are legal in this state."
"No, you cannot throw poppers in the toilet!"
"Ha. Look. That last one exploded in the shape of a dick."
"My great-uncle is talking about Nam again. Help."
"Oh good. I was wondering when your family would start talking conspiracy theories."
"I just saw a mosquito fly off with at toddler!"
"Is it legal to drink vodka on Independence Day?"
((HEPPY 4TH. Here are a few American facts: 1. Captain America likes men. And women. But also men. 2. Alexander Hamilton can rise from the dead and suck my non-existent dick. Thomas Jefferson too. 3. Donald Trump isn't my president. 4. Connor Kenway got his happy ending. Look it up and die of happiness, fams.))
A Brief Summary of IKEA from Mun's POV
((A child I've never fucking seen in my life has been following me around screaming. This Kiss has played about twenty times. I forgot what year it is. I have felt like throwing up eight times. All the white, suburban moms in unison are chanting, "Oh my god! This is so cute! We should put this in Leigh Mae's room, and this in Bradley's room." IF IT'S SO GODDAMN CUTE, SHOVE IT UP UR ASS.))
aimlessassassin:
In the trees a silent shadow had been watching with a keen eye, the stench of evil and foul intention had brought him here after seeing this congregate of men head into the woods after someone. Connor moved smoothly through the trees, leaping to one branch and to another, keeping himself quiet and one step ahead the group. Connor had soon decided to stay ahead and see if he could find out what they were chasing or hunting
Once he made quite the distance between him and the group he discovered what appeared to be an injured woman, Connor looked back at the group who was still quite the ways away until he heard the bushes rustle. Directly below him a man was creeping on this woman, he was quick to fling a rope dart at this man who had evil intentions. The dart had connected and stuck itself inside him allowing Connor to drop down into the bushes and hang the man high among the trees.
Connor was quick to step out of the bushes with his hands away from his weapons to appear non threatening, “Men seek to spill your blood, we mustn’t waste time. Allow me to provide assistance and you may live another day.” He spoke quickly, but at the same time cautious, he did not know this woman’s origin but then again she didn’t know his.
From the corner of her eye, she saw a white figure pass by in a blur. Part of her, the more superstitious roots in her, jumped to the conclusion that this was some sort of spirit cloaked in white. With her senses so completely dulled, she couldn’t validate what she had seen until she heard the man speak.
The pistol became heavy in her hand. She knew that she could either clutch onto the weapon or her consciousness, but not both. Ave surveyed the man before her again. His face was well hidden under the shadow of his white hood, and so she was unable to make out his intentions. Ave realized that the man could be her only chance at survival, if he wasn’t going to kill her himself.
She dropped the pistol to the side of her, watching the man wordlessly.
The rain had stopped, but the sky was still angry and threatening to pour again. What little light came through the clouds lit up the drops of rainwater on the pine needles before it fell onto her dampened skirt. Her head rested against the rough, wet bark of the tree.
Aven couldn’t remember how exactly remember how she ended up in the middle of the forest, nor did she really know where she was. Her eyes struggled to focus, and her leg and head throbbed. Somewhere far off behind her, she heard faint, but angry shouting. Ave knew that she’d need to move to stay out of trouble.
But upon moving her leg, she quickly realized what an impossible task that would prove to be. The sharp pain in her leg rang through her. She gently tugged the hem of her dress up to her knee to see a bright red gunshot wound. The red liquid soaked her skin, and she knew that she had lost quite a bit of blood.
Her attention wavered off as she heard a rustling in the bushes. Ave could feel eyes on her. She weakly reached for her pistol.
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