THEY MADE YOU INTO A WEAPON

AND TOLD YOU TO FIND PEACE evan rosier • slytherin • seventh year SO TELL ME, WHERE DID THE BLOOD ON YOUR PALMS COME FROM? SELF-DIVINATION, OR SACRIFICE? var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5358518"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=is a dying tragedy.&e2=are dying tragedies.&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

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❝Honey, just cause I talk slow doesn’t mean i’m stupid.❞

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❝You slept with my partner!❞

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❝This isn’t a democracy, it’s a cheerocracy.❞

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The Song of Achilles (2011)

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ya lit meme: ten series or books (3/10) — the song of achilles

we were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.

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❝True love is the souls recognition of it’s counterpart in another.❞

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❝You’ve been at my liquor?❞

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numbers: ( 1 - 304 ) link to generator: here content: various quotes from movies. does contain some adult content(drugs,sex,language).

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There was something he should feel. Evan knew this. If not horror, which he doubted anyway, this was no horror to him, or compassion, he was supposed to be feeling triumph maybe, even if concealed. But the golden, rich feeling of pride that comes with siege did not fill his chest. All Evan felt toward this, and the other village or the muggles and blood traitors that died was indifference. Deeply unsettled by this he tried thinking of a reason why he could not muster up emotion for this – maybe because neither he or any of his family was actively involved, maybe because he didn’t care enough. But should he not care? He should. 

Oddly numb he walked the cobblestone, not really seeing faces or hearing voices. No crying, no whispers, not even the tension of grief that lay across the whole street couldn’t weigh down his shoulders. Only when he more or less crashed into someone did he focus. “Watch your fucking step,” he hissed despite the fact that he had more or less just walked right into the other.

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Alecto hadn’t been surprised by her fathers reaction to her haircut–she knew that it was worthy of a serious punishment from him. It was mid afternoon by the time she was free, and while she was absolutely exhausted, she needed to get out of her house and go somewhere. So she went to the first place she could think of, Diagon Alley, forgetting about the destruction that had occurred. She frowned as she looked around, a frown on her lips. She couldn’t believe how…destroyed it was, but it didn’t change her mind either. She felt someone’s eyes on her, so she turned and shot the nearest person a look.  “Are you staring at something?”

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In the eye of Evan Rosier destruction always also carried beauty, one often of a distorted and possible macabre kind, but nevertheless beauty. He had skipped out on the party around dawn – he’d taken a trip across the country side but at last decided to pop into Diagon Alley, or at least the leaky cauldron and have some breakfast before returning home. In his intoxicated state he hadn’t quite thought about what had happened and was rather surprised upon his arrival. More or less mindlessly he kept wandering the shattered street, had some coffee but ended up again on the cobblestone. He felt so bloody indifferent towards all of this that it unnerved him deeply. So when his eyes found a face he recognised he couldn’t help but keep them on Alecto. “You cut your hair,” he only remarked dryly.

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“I’m reading our horoscopes, obviously, and it’s saying ‘you’re concealing something from someone important in your life’ and since I’m obviously a very important person in your life I thought I’d check.” She shrugged, flipping to the next page where an article about beauty potion spread across the page. “No matter, I have a paper due about future telling and I was trying to use this but that’s a waste of my time. I can seeeee my futuuuure and it’s paying someone to do it for me.”

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“Who says you’re that important person I’m concealing something from?” Evan teased, trying his hardest to let a smile sprout, but it was weak and the lack of gleam in his eyes betrayed him. “Of course you are important to me, but so are other people.” One brunette in particular, who was just coincidentally also into astronomy. “I’m not sure future telling based on astronomy will work for divination, Cissa.”

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“Because I was last in the room. I didn’t volunteer.”

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With a mere roll of his eye he dismissed her words. “Just set it down there, I don’t need you coming anywhere near me. You reek of mudblood.”

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“If you have to ask, very. You don’t really need any more, so hand it over.”

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“Well, now I’m trying to figure out if I can even trust you. Or your judgement. So wouldn’t that prove me to be much more sober?”

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first. he touches you and you light on fire. your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. the burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. it’s so hard to breathe. you’re suffocating daily. second. it hurts to watch him. he shines. he’s brighter than the sun, he’s too beautiful for your eyes. it’s hard to look at him. it’s even harder to look away from him. you’re going blind. third. your ears are tuned to his voice. you could pick him out in a sea of thousands. his voice makes pretty singers who sing pretty songs sound dull. his voice makes everything else sound ugly. fourth. the color of his eyes is blue enough to drown in. he is turning you into a clichéd love-wrecked being. you’re drowning, always sinking. down, down, down. fifth. you know him. you love him. through a thousand lifetimes, across millions of stars, you’d find him, you’d never leave him. you love him, till death do you part. ( sixth. he loves you, too. )

five things you know and the one thing you don’t. 19/09/14 (via eposetties)

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she is unravelling before him, and he does not even know it. for how do you tell someone that they’re part of why your world is ripping at the seams. piece by piece she falls apart for each day passing, and the boy whom she would tell all is the one she has locked out. their jokes falling wrong, and sharp quips becoming their new form of communication. closing her eyes, she turns her head away from him –– hoping he will assume it’s last days shenanigans making itself known rather than the frustration of having him so close but not being allowed to TOUCH. for he had been adella’s. he had been her best friends boyfriend and even if THEY had stepped over the line during the summer ( once ) she wished to forget it. sometimes even wishing for it to never have happened ( yet she knew that was a lie, she had loved it, felt whole ).

   “ i’m not, but thank you. ” and had she been true to herself she would have told him. told him of the worries, of the collision with gideon prewett, and told evan how ( in the middle of the night ) his arms were all she wanted. “ –– i’m simply not putting up with your antics this particular morning. especially when you use ‘i thought it was you’ as some sort of excuse. ”

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The longer he looked at her in silence the more he realised that he know nothing of what was going on in her life. Evan didn’t even know if she’d be home over winter break or stay at school this year, and he knew that neither did she know this about him – or anything else for that matter. Since their encounter on the astronomy tower their conversations had been shallow and brief. There was a desire in him to tell her that he was distant with his mother currently, that they had been silently fighting but when she turned her head away the fire behind it extinguished. Or rather he chose to ignore it, try to strangle the flame – like he was already doing with another desire of his. But what would life be like without sacrifices, no matter how much they kill us?

“You haven’t been putting up with me at all lately,” the bitterness in his words had not meant to be there, or at least so prominent, but the same way he couldn’t take back the night they had shared this summer, he couldn’t take this back. And if he was honest, he regretted neither.

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Adella took each breath, concentrating on the air filling and leaving her lungs. As her eyes travelled to his, though, she felt her body begin to relax. This was Evan, her Evan, the one she had spent countless hours with, the one who had once looked her almost as he was looking at her now. His dark eyes held an understanding, he knew exactly what to do, she reminded herself, you’re safe. What she was seeking could not have been fulfilled by anyone else, this was right, it felt right. 

Adella felt goosebumps travel over her skin as his hand moved lightly over her pale thighs, her breath hitching as he played with her skirt. Everything melted away in that moment. Everything that had been plaguing her thoughts, had her spending hours alone in the library, had her doubting her worth, it all shed away. Her crystalline eyes remained locked with his, the look in them intoxicating. Come here, those words would have made her walk through fire in that moment, their smoothness running over her body as if they were his hands. Allowing herself to be easily pulled forward Adella landed on his lap, her legs straddling his waist as they had so many times before. She brought her face forward, her lips brushing over his softly, their eyes locked. 

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Watching meticulously Evan saw her ribcage rise and fall with every breath; gaze gently caressing over smooth collarbone over breast down to her stomach where the fabric pulled taught upward at her inhale. His eyes had only flickered down for a few seconds before they came back up to hers, still gentle, still trying to soothe what felt uneasy. He was her safe haven and he knew so – actually, he even let pride swell in his chest. Somebody like him people didn’t trust, and there she was: giving herself to him, vulnerable, needing to be held and warmed, like a baby. And he would not let her regret this decision ( he might but that was of no importance then, this was about her ).

She was like cream beneath his fingers, soft and pliant to his touch. As though he was swallowed by the surf he felt complete blankness wash over him, his train of thought stopped right where it was – this would be sensual. His limbs did not need direction, did not need a second thought or a command. He moulded against her body like he was wax and she was hot metal, pressing against him. The faintest flush of colour dusted his cheeks, his face – tan and as finely cut as though Aphrodite had carved him out of marble – lit up with joy when a toothy smile cracked his mouth. 

The hand that had so gladly run along her thigh rested at her hip, but his wrist still lay atop bare skin along with the warm leather of his watch’s wristband. “Been a while,” Evan murmured, barely audible and his lips brushed along hers with every syllable. By then he had let his other arm slip from the backrest and his hands had buried itself deeply into her thick locks. In fact he had wanted to tease her a little, maybe kiss her neck first before he’d find her lips, but the proximity they already had was killing him, the craving for her taste too strong to let him play games – he had used to do so. But things had changed since. All the craving mingled with his faintly guilty conscience as he finally pressed his lips to hers and let the knot in his guts untangle in the fraction of a second. Nostalgia burned through his veins as he tasted her again and were he to be asked which year it was, he wouldn’t know.  

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“Are you sure?” Narcissa asked him as she propped her feet on the table in front of them. “Because Witch Weekly says you’re hiding something from me, and I’m only hiding a push up bra.”

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She could’ve just as well slapped him, the effect was the same. Flinching ever so slightly he blinked at her, eyebrows slowly furrowing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”