Can't someone else give it to them?

Francis Sheppard. A spell gone wrong changed her forever... "Is that it? Am I done?" ~INDEFINITE HIATUS~

[oscarhmtech]

Felicity Jones

[bornforthegoodfight]

“What do you want me to do? Kidnap her?”

☾ Remember Me (2010) Sentence Starters

Following him out, she called after him, “you’re leaving without something!” So much was uncertain, Fran had felt the entire world turn upside down but like a broken rollercoaster, it never came upright again. That was the purest and simplest version of the truth.

He seemed to spot the file in her hand as he replied, “What do you want me to do? Kidnap her?”

Shaking her head, she moved the file by her side, “that’s not what I meant.” In another breath, she felt the lump in her throat only grow, not lessen. “You’re right.” Letting that rarity of a phrase to be directed at him sink in for a heavy moment, she exhaled out as much of her pain as she could in order to make way for the next words that needed to be said. “It wasn’t about you,” she said, “it was about me.”

Motioning back to the office doors, she reminded him, “I’m not a hero by nature. It doesn’t come naturally to me, and this whole business for me has been like putting together IKEA furniture without the instructions. Maybe this whole thing has been me punishing you or me trying to set some universal balance right again, I don’t even know anymore. Maybe I wanted to see it: proof you still cared. Because all those years ago, you looked at those nine people, knowing I was trying desperately to save them all, and you didn’t think of what it would do to me at all.” Or worse, he knew what it would do and didn’t care, but she couldn’t believe that alternative. 

“I look at you and I never feel more fragile,” she admitted softly. “It takes every defense I have down. I don’t want to feel that way, I want to feel strong. I have to be strong right now. I can be selfish, and I can be a coward. Both of which have to be reasons in there for why I’m standing here having to explain this. Surprise, I’m not perfect.” Though she was sure it wasn’t any news to him, not any of this. “They came to me, the nine, and I needed to feel like I saved them. But it got twisted and it wasn’t about them either. It’s just me in here now, and sometimes it feels like all the hero parts got taken away that night in the basement. I’m making a daily choice to continue to try, and sometimes that still won’t be good enough.” Shrugging, she pressed her lips together, forming a deep frown.

“I knew your kingdom would thrive,” she continued after a moment, “I didn’t have any doubts. It didn’t fall off my radar, even in L.A. with Angel. I tried to, I tried very hard to forget, but you’re pretty impossible to forget, you know? But, that’s not important right now…do you wanna tell me about it? In your own words?“

[watson-emma]

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“Felicity is just so classically beautiful. Her face is stunning, she has these beautiful green eyes.”

[bornforthegoodfight]

i know we’re all going to have a lot of feelings about that. (bereavedxx)

the haunting of hill house   sentence meme.

{ precedes x }

She was retired. After Doyle and everything in the basement, seeing with clear vision what had become of her grandmother, she wanted to leave the necromancy behind and to exchange it for investigative techniques and skill. Yet, something kept haunting her. She couldn’t put the case of Hades and the portal called Styx behind her. It left the objects on her shelves, and it made the temptation to use them greater and greater.

Amelia Frances…

The call still came in her grandmother’s soft, lovingly manipulative voice. She had questions, about Hades, about Mikael, about whatever came next. One moment, she was at her desk, and the next, the door was locked and the lights out. Striking the match against the side of the box, she lit one candle then another until she was surrounded, cross-legged on the floor.

Closing her eyes, she opened herself up as an energy source. The memories of the basement flared up again, the grasp and that sinking feeling of being pulled where she’d never come back…to the places where the Librarian had gone. “This is a mistake,” she said aloud as she shifted to blow out the candles when she heard it.

“The heir…the Mikaelson heir…”

“The Mikaelson what now?” She popped back up, listening intently. “Henrik’s the heir.”

“No.”

The spirits spoke together, in something of a flurry and fuss, talking over one another, so Fran pulled out some paper and began to write as it came through.

“The.

Mikaelson.

Heir.

Born.”

Then the chaos stopped as it was replaced with a melody of voices.

“of a Siren.”

“When?” Fran asked.

“It’s already started” said one.

The pen fell from her hand, and she barely muttered a goodbye to the spirits as she took out the flames with a single wave of her arm on her way up to her feet. Running all the way to the Mikaelson house, she let herself in where she found Claire and Rebekah.

“Anikaia’s pregnant!” She blurted out.

“i know we’re all going to have a lot of feelings about that.” 

“I tried to tell Kol,” Rebekah started.

“No, it is Kol’s…” Fran corrected.

“That’s impossible.”

“What’s impossible?” Henrik asked as he entered the room.

“The Mikaelson heir born of a siren,” Fran repeated the prediction. 

“The what?” The Siren herself appeared at the top of the stairs. 

“Oh.” Fran muttered, not expecting to be the one to pass along the joyous news to the mother-to-be herself.

“You’re pregnant, apparently.” Rebekah did it for her.

“Kol can’t have children.”

“Yes, I’m afraid he can,” Fran replied, “but I guess it doesn’t hurt to be sure.” 

Elijah entered on hearing the commotion, and Fran sunk down on the couch beside Claire as Rebekah rose to get a pregnancy test for Anikaia. With a breath, she looked over, “penny for your thoughts?”

[nolwamahtars]

The Aeronauts (2019) dir. Tom Harper

[lizzysmcalpine]

Love, Rosie (2014) dir. Christian Ditter

[bornforthegoodfight]

✵ (shamefuleternity)

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

Their first impression of your muse: Instantaneous trust. She has always felt safe with Finn, and from the word go she wanted to be his friend and be around him all the time

Current impression: Hearing Henrik and Alice and George and Seph throw the words around, she can finally give the feeling a name: platonic soulmate. He’s a hero in her eyes, always has been, always will be  

Are they attracted to your muse?: Not that way, she recognizes he’s attractive bc them Mikaelson genes, but he’s just her person, her best friend, the Angel to her Doyle in a way 

Something they find frightening about your muse: That he’ll leave again because the family tensions won’t improve

Something they find adorable about your muse: How naive he can be sometimes about modern tech and things 

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: Yes, 100%, without hesitation 

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  Platonic, of course

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  Hero

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: Nope!!

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: Hugs all day, every day. Finn’s hugs are her favorite

[everysongaday]

PASSENGER feat. BIRDY - Beautiful Birds

[bornforthegoodfight]

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

☾ Remember Me (2010) Sentence Starters

She didn’t say ‘hello’ or ‘I’m back,’ instead she motioned for him to take a break from his painting and sit a moment. They didn’t need all the excess words. She never spoke so well through silence with another person in all her life.

“I found him,” she announced, setting down a case file for a long overdue debriefing. It felt silly, this way of doing things, but she could find no better way. “Covens like Vagus are very much families, so you can’t erase everything with one house fire.” Watching him as curiosity got the best of him and he humored her by looking inside the file, she stepped forward to point to one photograph in a sea of them as she explained, “this one’s my favorite because his hair is nearly the same color as yours. I like to imagine he did it on purpose, from the place deep in his subconscious where you lived all those years.”

Taking a breath, she continued, “he doesn’t speak about it, and he doesn’t look fondly back but these photographs are proof he was happy. He wasn’t trapped in some eternal nothingness of the Other Side, and he wasn’t lost forever in the place beyond that. I’ll give Esther one credit to her good column for that. She gave him a normal family, despite all their flaws. You got him back right when you were ready for him.”

Lowering herself into a spot beside him, she was still a beat to allow him reflection on the happy features of his baby brother. “This isn’t a statement on any conditions of the family. At the end of the day, that’s a decision you have to make. I just had an old promise to a man who found the grind of the power-grab never did anything for loneliness. No one’s perfect, Klaus, and everyone hurts everybody else. Comes with all those pesky imperfections, I think.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

With a sad sort of breathy laugh, she shook her head. “I’ll go the rest of my life knowing that,” she said, “I’m not angry anymore. I know you didn’t mean to, but it happened. We’ll have to figure out what forward looks like, but I had to make peace with all my family hurts, it’s time for yours. If unforgiveness is the route you want to take, that’s a choice, but I don’t think you’ve made one yet. I don’t want to be a detour. I lost Doyle, and I had to figure out what I wanted to be next.” Motioning to the folder, she added, “I like being an investigator more than a necromancer. I still love scotch, and my friends live in L.A. and in Mystic Falls. I’ll be here for both. I believe in good, and I don’t want to tolerate evil. You love your family, and if you thought you had some master plan for revenge in coming back, I think it was crap. You came back for them because you love them. Same reasons you and I started our journey all those years ago…you need family. They didn’t believe you, refused to let go of the past hurts, but now it’s your turn. What do you want to do with the hurt? And if they still don’t believe you, and you want someone to believe…I do.”

[nolwamahtars]

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[mikaelsonmongrel]

👄 + Fran

♔ — His eyes skittered left and right, assuring the coast was clear. While he wasn’t bound to honesty, it was what Francis deserved. “See, now you’re on the right page,” Klaus remarked, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Maybe a signature, cocksure snark to start would make this easier to answer.

“Francis is…” God, this was tougher than he thought it would be. Klaus didn’t trip over his words, ever, yet suddenly every single one he’d ever learned - and in the fistfuls of languages he knew, to boot - flew out of his head. His mouth opened and closed as he searched for something, anything, to say about Fran. There was just too much and not enough. Never enough. 

But he settled on, “Immeasurable.” 

A flicker of emotion, tenderness, crossed his features until he quickly schooled them into his usual Klaus Mikaelson mask. The feeling remained in his eyes, though, so Klaus turned his head away from the querent, lips pursing in annoyance. Just to look at him, you’d think he directed it at the asker, but a more perceptible eye and a mind for basic psychology could see that annoyance turned inward, as well. 

“She possesses an unequaled strength, a can-do spirit, that is enviable,” he continued, “and she does what is right not for the sake of being right. She genuinely wants to help people, make the world a better place. Imagine that. No agenda, no selfishness. She throws her whole heart and soul into her passion regardless of what the outcome may be.” Somewhere along the line, Klaus’ voice had softened, his tone almost reverent. “There is no one else quite like her in this world, I can say for a fact.”

[nolwamahtars]

Waltzing whispers of light draw beauty radiantly.

[princessamericachavez]

I’m a huge sucker for characters that chose to be heroic. Like, no big prophecy, no great chosen one moment, just someone who consciously decided to do the right thing because someone fucking had to.

[bornforthegoodfight]

✵

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

Their first impression of your muse: A sad (handsome) man looking for his long-dead brother. “Keep it business.”

Current impression: Good or bad, he’s the love of her life. He’s so lost, and she wishes so desperately for better in him and for him. She can’t be with him until they’re on the same page again, but she believes in him more than she’s ever believed in anyone else on this earth. 

Are they attracted to your muse?: Um…YES lol 

Something they find frightening about your muse: How isolated he can make himself, his ‘him vs. the world’ mindset he sinks back into

Something they find adorable about your muse:  his SMILE, not his smirk, his actual real smile

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  Without hesitation

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  She would, platonic or romantic, she likes spending time with him

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  Worthy

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: Never, ever

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: Yep!

[bornforthegoodfight]

✵

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

Their first impression of your muse: A little intimidated. Alice radiates strength, and Henrik’s stories were evidence of that prior to meeting, but she also felt how touched by grief Alice has been. So a mix of intimidation, worry she wouldn’t like her for her relationships, and empathy for her

Current impression: That Alice is “spunky, fiery, and kind.” She doesn’t remember why she was ever intimidated by her now friend. She’s hard-core rooting for her and Quinn

Are they attracted to your muse?:  Nope

Something they find frightening about your muse: Her temper 

Something they find adorable about your muse: The bestie-ness with Henrik! 

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  Of course

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  Platonic, for sure!

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  Powerful

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: No

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: Hug

[bornforthegoodfight]

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Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

Their first impression of your muse: Reckless, a little frightening because of his tendency toward poor impulse control, but he’s Klaus’s brother so benefit of the doubt was warranted

Current impression: “The brother I never had.” Still troublesome, but she feels the most sisterly toward him.  

Are they attracted to your muse?:  Ahahahhahahahahahhhaha....no. (sorry, Kol!)

Something they find frightening about your muse: His poor impulse control

Something they find adorable about your muse: The way he tries to hide just how much he loves his family and Anikaia 

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  In a heartbeat

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  Platonic, yep!

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  STUBBORN

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: No

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: Hug only

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Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

Their first impression of your muse:

Current impression:   

Are they attracted to your muse?:  

Something they find frightening about your muse:

Something they find adorable about your muse:  

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: 

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: