* BORN / AGAIN!

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👀 trying to figure out a way to bring this horrid man back in a less-horrid way. stay tuned, my friends. stay tuned.

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<small>so i went to see the first purge and WOW it was great! election year is still my favourite though ... but ugh my heart hurts, i miss writing as harmon, i haven't forgotten about him. give it a little while and i hope to be back soon. i don't want to abandon my dear mr. james completely!</small>

[fadgadget]

also for tdov please help me save for college and get out of this place

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bloodbaptised: [REST.]

hello , my beautiful followers. i know it’s been a LONG time since i’ve been here , & it may seem like i’ve abandoned harmon , but that’s not the case. i can’t abandon a character like him , one i’ve put a TON of hard work into & that people really enjoy seeing portrayed. but , it’s HIATUS time. it’s time for me to work on myself , on more important things. PLUS , with the newest purge movie arriving on july 4th , & the television series sometime after that , harmon will NOT be back until the series is over. there will be so much more new information i’ll be able to contribute to his backstory & to his character as a whole , even through the ENVIRONMENT of the program , especially if they make remotely a MENTION of him. this is NOT the end , my friends !! you can find me on d/is/cord @ fadgadget#4033 if you’d like to keep headcanons and such going. in the meantime , i wish you all the best of luck , & harmon & i will be back before you know it. ♥ xo , nicky james.

[wnq-writers]

Hero and villain. I have been both.

rustofstardust (via mohiican)

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———  ❝   &  YOU  ARE  BORN  ,  A G A I N !!   ❞                ( 18+  ,  VIOLENT  &  BLASPHEMOUS  THEMES  .  EST .  07/03/16. WRITTEN BY NICKY.  )

[birdborg-archive]

›› valentines day starters ♥

› you know, i don’t usually celebrate valentines day, but… › did you know that the victorians used to send people ‘vinegar valentines?’ it was like a proper way to say ‘fuck off’. › be mine? › happy valentines day! › ugh… another year, another day to sell hallmark cards… › i feel love in the air! › i don’t have a valentine this year.  › i don’t want a valentine this year. › ew, i don’t want to be your valentine. › want some chocolate? › want a kiss? a chocolate kiss! › are you gonna kiss me or what? › i’ve never had a valentine before. › you’re a good pillow. › want to be my platonic valentine? › you look beautiful … › hurry up! our reservation is for five! › i don’t like dark/white/milk chocolate. › just take the flowers already!

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BEST PICTURE NOMINEES (2018) AESTHETICS.  

repost, don’t reblog.

THE SHAPE OF WATER.    early mornings. art on an easel.  being trapped. flashy cars. self-righteous intolerance. speaking volumes without a word. being submerged. learning and adapting. raindrops on windows. bubbles rising in water. cats. taboo desires. tanks of water. kitschy nostalgia. kissing underwater.  silence. isolation. golden age hollywood. sign language. scales. egg shells. jell-o. the smell of cleaning supplies. creature features. the space race. red coats. monstrous fairy tales. lab coats. lunches in brown bags. the click of shoes.  smog. dance routines. slices of pie. toxic masculinity. chains. government secrets. seeing past flaws.  floating aimlessly. needles. greens and blues. deep, inexorable scars. gills. music from the 30′s. retro-futurism. bloody handprints. routines. record players. old movies. love in unexpected places.

PHANTOM THREAD.     a doll in a gilded birdcage. butter to bread. the death of a mother.  cycles. hidden messages. a disruptive presence. longing. wedding gowns. posh control. post-war.  brightly colored socks. inner turmoil. poison. an air of quiet death. hallucinations. family dysfunction. rich fabrics. curses. soft piano music. restrained anger. spinning out of control. artist and muse.  dark love. pastels. peace in the countryside. clockwork dynamics. perfection. wild mushrooms.  giving up every piece of yourself.  rags to riches.  ghosts. new year’s. lingering gazes.  needle and thread. fine dining.  hearing every sound.  being ambushed.  ego. flowing dresses. a person out of place. defiance. ink to paper. an artist tortured by their art.  obsessive personalities. peepholes. soothing elegance. silk. spiral staircases. driving at high speeds. high society.

THE POST.      typewriters. newspapers. tense climates. distrust of authority.  internal battles. a legacy at stake. secrets. cover-ups. defending what you believe. peering through windows. melodrama. political corruption.  behind closed doors. sniffing a scoop. ringing phones. lying for over a decade. cramming and crowding. cold grays. war.  fluorescent lights. treason. shuffled papers. the jungle.  a weight on your shoulders. fresh coffee. thousands of deaths.  burglary.  finding your voice. risking everything. propaganda.  tough choices. exposure. type being set by hand. workplace rivalries.  abusing power. security breaches. hierarchy. a bed strewn with papers and books. paranoia. orders. clicking keys. redacted files. desk clutter. cigarette smoke. precious cargo. vanished technologies. suspenseful conversations.  facing charges. courtroom battles. suits and ties.

DARKEST HOUR.   never surrendering. duty. countless negotiations. the flash of cameras. beaches. historic buildings. guzzling booze. resignation. utter catastrophe. bunkers. radio broadcasts. going against the odds. bathed in red light.  a sense of humor. allies. shouting matches.  small square windows.  selfishness. walking with a cane. war rooms. chandeliers. dust floating in air. righteousness. a poor reputation. an elevator surrounded by darkness.  a world at war. needing a miracle. interruptions. a last hope. cigar smoke. quoting poetry. photos of a loved one. a single sunbeam. monarchy. vanity. rescue missions. refusing peace. allied chambers. military uniforms. taking a stand. common folk. suicide missions. drums of war. tears down sullen cheeks.  reluctance. complete collapse. evacuations.  enveloped by fog. changing history.  blood, toil, tears and sweat.

THREE BILLBOARDS OUTSIDE EBBING, MISSOURI.      severe burns. police uniforms. sirens. the calmness of a deer.  strumming guitars. grieving. horrifying memories. sucker punches. a lack of respect. facing threats.  skin under fingernails. flicking cigarettes. awkward dates.  nasty rumors. claustrophobia. lush green pastures.  molotov cocktails. the fire of anger and revenge. strangers. no remorse.  bashing in windows. the midwest. provoking a fight. pointing fingers. being pressed for time. rundown old houses. grey morality. dark undercurrents. insurmountable losses.  cruel laughs. the american flag. dive bars. guilty no matter what. buildings in flames. ambulances. coughing up blood. spitting. chewing on fingernails. one versus many. black and red.  not understanding another’s feelings. a mother and child. the pain of others. a quest of justice. abandoned billboards. a hardened gaze.  driving to nowhere. small towns. last letters. absurd violence.

DUNKIRK.   burying a body. warm cider. narrow escapes. a race against time. a small boat. all hope lost. being unable to come home. taken prisoner. shipwrecks.  assuming the identity of someone else.  setting fire to it all.  smoke rising from a crash . sea foam. seaports. rendered blind. dropping to take cover. land, sea, and air. entangled in chain. toast with jam. suspense. waiting for escape. wounded men. lying in the sand. trauma. blank spaces. sinking ships. commended a hero. cocking a gun.  swallowed by darkness. bullet holes. obstacles and delays. a hero’s welcome. planes overhead.  the sounds of a ticking clock. bullets ricocheting off metal. people by the thousands. shell-shocked. the explosions of shells on shores.  the sound of destruction. rising tides. head injuries. target practice. compressed time and space.  the perennial threat of death. oil ignited into flames. lying for the greater good.  blocking out the noise.  primal dangers. taking command. sole survivor.

GET OUT.      deer antlers. suburbs. hypnosis. strange behavior. familial tension. chopping wood. uneasy stares. tears and a smile. deception. fight or flight. blindness. survival. sinking into the floor. watching but powerless. strapped to a chair. plugged ears. a failed handshake. car accidents. sunken places. something out of a nightmare.  going hysterical. bingo cards. smoking cigarettes. static on a television set. doing more harm than good.  a hint of a smile. a stranger in any environment that is foreign to them. waiting for someone to come when they never will. overturned candles. wealthy garden parties. constantly looking over your shoulder. silence no matter how hard you scream. trances. catharsis.  a battle of wills. layers being peeled back. a cup of tea. nosebleeds. addiction. last bits of life leaving a body. black and white photography.  sprinting at high speeds. conspiracies. surgery. blankly polite speech. noise of a spoon scraping across a teacup. a deer in headlights. staring at your own reflection. unable to sleep. loyal friends.

LADY BIRD.       california landscapes. budding romance. uniforms. consolation. plain and luscious colors. apologizing. boorish sex. prom dresses. secondhand dresses. strong personalities. the ups and downs of adolescence. the theatre.  being simultaneously warm and scary. 90’s fashion. dreaming of elsewhere. partying. signatures on a cast. living on the wrong side of the tracks.  not being bound by any era. rejection. sparklers.  thrift stores.  high school. identity crisis. a place that looks like a memory. going behind backs. disappointed parents. catholicism. poverty. busy new york city streets.  monotonous hometowns. shitty bands. anarchy. drifting in and out of friendships. menial jobs. red hair.  self-given names. coming-of-age. a broken arm. excessive drinking. first kisses. cupcakes. smudged eye makeup. bruises gained unknowingly.  strained relationships. screaming in the middle of the street. thoughtful letters. standing out. decorated bedroom walls. having a change of heart. expressing individuality.

TAGGED BY:    from @historied ... TAGGING: anyone ♥

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it’s me and you and angels, too, and time will end and we’ll transcend and rise above the ash and dirt.

          ARE  THEY  ALL  NOT  MINISTERING  SPIRITS  , SENT  OUT  TO  RENDER  SERVICE  FOR  THE  SAKE  OF  THOSE  WHO  WILL  INHERIT  SALVATION  ??            there’s  always  been  something  about  harmon  that’s  reminded  others  of  ANGELS.  not  the  ones  portrayed  on  television  ,  or  in  film  ,  with  pure  white  wings  &  friendly  faces.  no  ,  the  ones  described  in  religious  TEXTS  ,  deformed  ,  a  TERRIFYING  presence   to  those  who  witness  them.  harmon  realises  his  powers  of  intimidation  ,  &  uses  them  somewhat  to  his  ADVANTAGE  among  those  who  disagree  with  him.  tall  ,  sharp  ,  eyes  unblinking  ,  posture  perfect  &  with  his  STOIC  stare  ,  harmon  wasn’t  one  people  wanted  to  mess  with.          HE  WILL  RISE.  to  HEAVEN  once  more  ,  at  the  right  hand  of  his  heavenly  father.  to  POWER  ,  with  the  country  held  tight  in  his  grasp.  with  SAINT  ,  whose  name  fit  him  rather  well  ,  a  name  that  invoked  to  harmon  images  of  what  heaven  MUST  be  like.  it  reminded  him  of  all  the  HEROIC  stories  he  was  told  &  continued  to  learn  ,  &  maybe  this  man  was  deserving  of  the  title.          harmon’s  name  ——  HARMON  ,  MAN  OF  THE  ARMY  ——  had  always  suited  him.  obedient  ,  strong-willed  ,  BRAVE   …  standing  behind  the  men  who  led  the  country’s  BATTLE  against  its  own  rebellious  citizens  &  who  would  stand  in  FRONT  of  them  if  need  be.  it  was  a  strong  name.  saint  was  a  strong  name.  it  was  possible  their  NAMES  gave  them  the  strength  they  possessed  ,  to  believe  that  he  &  harmon  one  day  would  ascend  among  reams  of  DESTRUCTION  &  decay  to  prevail  against  those  who  speak  any  opposition  ,  to  rise  &  shine  &  GLOW  once  again.  saint  could  see  the  OTHERWORLDLY  in  harmon.  the  supernatural.  harmon  knew  it  ,  too.  there  was  a  certain  QUALITY  those  angelic  maintained.  it  was  all  in  their  EYES.          “  ————  you  –  you’re  RARE.  a  man  like  you  isn’t  common  anymore.  one  who  knows  his  –  knows  his  OWN  power.  we’re  –  we’re  ALIKE  that  way.  ”

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          harmon  loves  grand  old  cathedrals.  he  adores  them.  especially  european  ones.  people  have  come  there  for  hundreds  of  years  to  pray  the  same  prayers  as  he  too  says  every  day.  generations  of  people  ,  some  even  saints  ,  have  stood  within  their  walls.  &  ,  to  harmon  it  would  be  an  absolute  privilege  to  visit  them.  he  would  be  in  awe  of  the  gorgeous  architecture  ,  the  murals  &  the  stained  glass  ,  the  faces  of  jesus  &  mary  &  joseph  ,  saints  &  angels  surrounding  him...  he  would  sit  &  he  would  pray  &  feel  the  presence  of  god  there  with  him  as  so  many  devout  have  done  before  him.  he  may  even  shed  a  tear  or  two.

[aphrene]

ghost quartet sentence starters, part one.    lyrics taken from the songs “i don’t know” through “soldier & rose” from the musical ghost quartet, described as “a haunted song cycle about love, death and whisky,“ written and composed by dave malloy. as per usual, feel free to adjust lines to fit dialect, pronouns, speech patterns of your muse, etc. this stands as the first part in a series of ask memes.

now, i don’t know, but i’ve been told, and that’s true of everything i know.

i don’t even know how to begin.

i don’t even know who i am. i’m not here.

i’ve got a thousand one stories. every single one of them’s a lie.

let me read you a story, let me read you a romance.

i will read, you will listen, and this terrible night will pass.

when i was a child i used to play with all the voices in my head. 

i don’t know if this is me at all or just some ghost of me that i dreamed up just to sing myself to sleep. 

i’m sorry. here, have some whiskey.

sit first, and drink a bit. you need to take care of yourself.

it’s a beautiful name. old fashioned, you don’t hear it a lot anymore. 

i’m a little confused and more than a little frightened.

this is a circular story.

i don’t believe any of this.

don’t you remember?

when i was a baby, i was blessed by a stranger in waters i didn’t understand.

i’m infected with disbelief and blasphemy.

i’ll never have a holy land. 

i am a ghost in the eyes of my god.

i will become the next best thing.

i will light myself on fire.

it’s time to get out of bed and be the starchild i can be.

the game is on my phone.

she selects the sword!

there’s a man on the platform screaming about the apocalypse.

reveal it to me. reveal me everything. reveal it to me, please, right now.

i suffer from a family evil.

i am a slave to terror.

i have a morbid acuteness of the senses. 

i only eat the most insipid foods, only wear garments of certain textures.

the odors of flowers are oppressive to me.

my eyes are tortured by faint light.

there are only certain, peculiar sounds, like those from stringed instruments, that do not inspire me with horror.

i dread the future.

why did you leave me? why did you disappear?

i am a soldier and, as a soldier, i have gotten used to death.

ghosts don’t bother me anymore.

come here, soldier, look me in the eyes.

if i told you i loved you, would you give me some honey?

come here, soldier, sit down in my lap.

if i told you when i saw you i felt a little shock, and that all the stars and moons and skies and birds and trees and sharks and seas and even i began to cry and tremble.

my heart leaps in my throat. i feel electric pulses in my fingertips.

come here, soldier, let me suck your thumb. 

this is special and love is more than chemicals.

it’s me and you and angels, too, and time will end and we’ll transcend and rise above the ash and dirt. 

baby, i could never hurt you.

would you believe me?

do you believe in love?

i am a soldier. i don’t believe in anything.

if you’re gonna steal my honey, please wait until i’m drunk.

take me onto the dance floor and let me cry against your cheek.

i won’t speak. i won’t say a word.

i won’t come back to haunt you.

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[angstmemes]

Basic Angst Starters

[angstmemes]

angstmemes:

because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.

“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.

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mr.  baker  ,  your  smile  brings  me  so  much  JOY.

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WHAT CRYSTAL COLOR IS YOUR MUSE VIBRATING?

✨ EMERALD.

You radiate the powerful energy of a deep green Emerald. You have an excellent memory and a powerful sense of intuition meaning very few things will pass you by. Emeralds radiate confidence and you are an excellent public speaker. Ambitious and bold you radiate strength in the world. When faced with indecision you are a logical thinker and will always be guided by passion and intellect to make the right choice. You vibrate emerald energy making you a strong leader and honest friend at all times.

TAGGED BY: stole from @astresque !! TAGGING: anyone who feels like it. 

[jamsmemes]

(     *     BIOSHOCK PROMPTS   !    

trigger warning for murder.

❛  i choose something different. i choose the impossible. i choose… rapture.  ❜

❛  now you’ve rattled the monkey cage. here they come.  ❜

❛  what excuse do we have not to sculpt, and sculpt, and sculpt, until the job is done?  ❜

❛  what if now it is not my skill that fails me but my imagination?  ❜

❛  chin up, now. the lord hates a quitter.  ❜

❛  i’m here to show you a new kind of beauty.  ❜

❛  the path of the righteous is not always easy, yes?  ❜

❛  the reward will become clear in time: be patient.  ❜

❛  whichever way you slice it, good men died.  ❜

❛  i thought this would be a better life for us. can you imagine a bigger fool than that?  ❜

❛  if you press that button, you’ll learn what it means to truly be my enemy.  ❜

❛  you ooze in like an assassin and then try to sneak out like a thief.  ❜

❛  there’s two ways to deal with the mystery: uncover it, or eliminate it.  ❜

❛  i come to this place to build the impossible.  ❜

❛  that’ll take you straight to the devil himself. and then all debts will be paid in full.  ❜

❛  so there are no innocents. there are heroes, and there are criminals.  ❜

❛  who says you can’t teach an old hound new tricks?  ❜

❛  i believe in no god, no invisible man in the sky.  ❜

❛  even in the gathering dark, you light a candle.  ❜

❛  i feel… hatred, like i’ve never felt before, in my chest. bitter, burning fury.  ❜

❛  the artist has a duty to seduce the ear and delight the spirit.  ❜

❛  who could hate me so much they’d ruin me like this? what did i do to them?  ❜

❛  if you can’t come in from the cold, then you gotta grow ice over your heart.  ❜

❛  you’re not a moth… you’re an angel. i’ve never painted an angel… maybe i should!  ❜

❛  you give them hope. and for this, i am grateful.  ❜

❛  i don’t need to be judged by you… by anyone… screw you!  ❜

❛  i haven’t chosen a spot for you on the wall yet. let me know if you have a preference.  ❜

❛  if i have to kill one to save the other, so be it.  ❜

❛  thank you for reminding me that the light of the world has not yet been snuffed off.  ❜

❛  it’s about who can become less of a man and more of a monster.  ❜

❛  imagine the will it took to create a place like this.  ❜

❛  is there blood in the streets? of course.  ❜

❛  the great chain moves slowly, but with wisdom.  ❜

❛  as you drag me closer to the abyss, you pull yourself right along with me.  ❜

❛  i offer you a quick death. it will be preferable to what you will learn if you win.  ❜

❛  think about it for a second, and maybe the word will come to you: nostalgia!  ❜

❛  mark my words — your only reward will be a knife in the back.  ❜

❛  my strength is not in steel and fire, but in my intellect and will.  ❜

❛  in the end, all that matters to me — is me. and all that matters to you — is you.  ❜

❛  even in the book of lies, sometimes you find truth.  ❜

❛  a season for all things: a time to live, and a time to die.  ❜

❛  a man chooses. a slave obeys.  ❜

❛  you know what they say… never mix business with friendship.  ❜

❛  kills me to turn my fist to you, but business is business. don’t let it get you down.  ❜

❛  they say to save one life is to save the world entire.  ❜

❛  now there’s nothing left for you but a long cold nothing.  ❜

❛  you know, you should be thanking me! i brought you here! i showed you who you are!  ❜

❛  nobody never told you nothing but lies till i came along!  ❜

❛  i’d turn tail if i were you, kid. ain’t nothin’ here for you but tears.  ❜

❛  to question is to surrender. i will not question.  ❜

❛  they offered you the city… and you refused it. and what did you do instead?  ❜

❛  you saved them. you gave them the one thing that was stolen from them. a chance.  ❜

❛  and what was your reward? you never said. but i think i know… a family.  ❜

❛  would you kindly?  ❜

[ami7naa]