eternal hiraeth

you taught me the courage of stars before you left how light carries on endlessly, even after death with shortness of breath, you explained the i n f i n i t e how rare and beautiful it is to even exist

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over here now

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                                    Now all the s t a r s have gone                                                Faded into cracks of dawn                                 And I’m still waiting here                                                Waiting for you to come HOME 

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                                    Now all the s t a r s have gone                                                Faded into cracks of dawn                                 And I’m still waiting here                                                Waiting for you to come HOME 

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new account

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new account

[everbleak]

                                    Now all the s t a r s have gone                                                Faded into cracks of dawn                                 And I’m still waiting here                                                Waiting for you to come HOME 

[everbleak]

                                    Now all the s t a r s have gone                                                Faded into cracks of dawn                                 And I’m still waiting here                                                Waiting for you to come HOME 

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new account

[everbleak]

                                    Now all the s t a r s have gone                                                Faded into cracks of dawn                                 And I’m still waiting here                                                Waiting for you to come HOME 

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+ wayfaringmoments.

               The behaviour of the stranger is as odd as can be and once he hears him talking, it doesn’t take Nuka very long to understand what is actually happening. Although it’s not like things like this happen every day in their camp, he does know of the way the mutants travel through time. He has actually yelled at them before to be more careful with their traveling ways because he knows how easily it could go wrong. Perhaps it did go wrong this time, although he’s not entirely certain, of course. He’s about to reach a hand out to rest on the blond’s shoulder as a form of comfort, but then the boy is reaching for his dog and well, that doesn’t go entirely according to plan.

               “Okay, okay, calm down,” he says and crouches down. He looks at the dog and reaches out a hand, although not too far — gives the dog plenty of room still. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he tells the dog and pulls his hand back after it’s been sniffed. He stands up again and looks at the boy in front of him. “How did you get here? What’s the last thing you remember? ——— You’re not dreaming, by the way, but we’ll get to that in a second. What’s your name?” Perhaps he’s talking too fast for the other to catch up on all of his questions, but Nuka always talks in a rapid speed — it’s what you get when you think as fast and as much as he does. He looks around him until he spots a container full of water, reaches out to grab it and he turns back to the blond. “Here, drink, you must be thirsty.”

          Charlie assures himself he must have hit his head and fallen into a coma of some sort, not fully aware to begin with as to how they work; so of course there could be a dream transpiring while unconscious and he would have not known of this possibility prior to being in one. However, it’s the most vivid, most realistic dream he’s had and so there is some anxiety that refuses to leave him. The male looks up to the other, catching up on what’s being said before he’s handed a container. You’re not dreaming. Charlie hadn’t been expecting that, eyes widening as he looks cautiously to the water, gaze flickering back to the stranger as he refuses to reach out his hand. It’s logical that if it were his dream, the figment of his imagination would say that, but he can’t shake off the fact it still makes him incredibly uneasy. So he does all he knows how at this point, drawing his legs up to his chest and shutting his eyes tight while hands curl into fists at his sides. ‘ Wake up, wake up, wake up, ‘ he murmurs softly to himself, trying to imagine himself regaining consciousness. 

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+ barelyspeaks.

         in a way, she agrees. daxton had always been one so selfless, or too selfless. too kind. she would muster her actions with the information of others, with other people in mind, barely herself. her recoveries were never for herself, they were for other people. maybe that was truly her problem. ❝ i d-don’t know how to not care. ❞ the girl replies, her lips pursing into a tight line. there’s a nervous sigh escaping her lips, her eyes averting over to the other. ❝ doesn’t e-everyone care what others think ? doesn’t t-that make us better people ? ❞ maybe she’s clueless, maybe she’s just as naive as she remembers. ❝ there’s n-nothing wrong with w-wanting to be seen in a certain light.. ❞ daxton almost finds comfort in the way this female was harsh & straight to her point. with her illness came false kindness & sugarcoating.

        kayuqtuq is already tiring of this woman, knowing her kind from the moment she started speak: weak. this world was littered with a spineless lot of people seeking approval from others, having a kindness and mercy for those less than deserving of it; it disgusted her. at least back home she could named one or two people that stood before her that she saw as worthy of some acknowledgement, but here; here there was nothing but pawns on every corner, every street her eyes set sight upon. ‘ there’s nothing BUT wrong with that idea! ‘ she retorts hastily, a headache overcoming her as she knows all too well the other will never see.  kayuqtuq rubs her temples, letting out a groan at the conversation that has horrendously begun. ‘ idiot. ‘

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+ indomitablc.

      benji’s jaw drops a little at the sudden teasing, before his eyes narrow with a playful smirk upon his face. he turns so that his chest is pressed to eamon’s back, pinning him against the stove under the guise of reaching over to take a taste of the food. “mmm, well,” he murmurs against his ear, giving a shameless grind of his hips against eamon’s ass. “if you’d rather we just eat, that’s cool too.”

       he’s smirking at the reaction, hand reaching out to grab a spoon off the side of the stove. eamon tries a bit, pushing back into benji just enough to he has room to turn around and slip the utensil from his lips. ‘ it’s too bad you’re not making desert. i’ve always wondered what it’s like to eat off someone’s body. ‘ it’s meant to be sexy, and whether it is or not is lost to eamon, but he can’t help but imagine laughing in a mess of whip cream with such clarity that a smile becomes etched onto his features.

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+ heavychoice.

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he needs this, craves this more than any desire he’s ever felt for something else in life. and it’s no question the relationship, on his end, is anything but figured out, but this makes it worth it. not only does he fulfill something for himself, but he gives archie something back that which shows how all other aspects of aiden being a boyfriend pale in comparison. he’s anything but the kindest or most open, both of which they know very well, so aiden slows his hand just a tad, trailing a finger up archie’s bulge as he inches closer to the hem of his boxers. ‘ i’ve been thinking about you fucking me, archie. ‘ he leans up, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s neck as he uses both hands to start stripping the male of his pants and boxers. ‘ i want you to pin my hands above my head and fuck me till i can’t think straight. ‘

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+ carvedfromsins.

“cheeky.” he rolls his eyes but there’s a certain type of fondness laced within his words, his entire demeanour leaks of it, really. the apples of his cheeks rise and dimples carve his cheeks, teeth displayed in a smile that is both genuine and a bit goofy. it’s unusual, that’s certain, but azaiah figures he likes it. he likes the light buzz in the pit of his stomach and perhaps that is caused by being in graham’s vicinity as much as his newest adornment. “it hurt like a motherfucker, though. i swear i was almost crying afterwards. anyways, what have you been up to lately?“ 

it’s been a while since he’s felt this disconnected with the world, not able to belong with people around him despite any efforts to get closer. but  at the moment he feels a little better, a little less suffocated by the turmoil that’s entered his life recently. he can’t decide what it is, what has him just a little bit more relaxed and at ease, but he knows he doesn’t want to part  ways with it -- not yet. ‘ no need to lie, you can tell me if you cried a tear  or two, ‘ he smiles ever so slightly. ‘ and i’ve just been around. glad to see you again though. ‘ whether that’s a lie or not he doesn’t know, because he knows so well how to appear genuine that he stopped questioning the  truth a long time ago; it made things more difficult to keep track of. 

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+ likesweeds.

       lana was well aware that not everybody she knew approved or understood the reasons why she did what she did. there was this whole dilemma involving any sort of person who sold their bodies, were they strippers or prostitutes. it’s a stigma, it’s a subject that is out there and no one really wants to touch or question because it’s also an industry that makes a lot of money. and that was only one of the reasons why she was still around - it wasn’t everybody who made up to five hundred quid in one night out of tips that guys - and girls - shoved into her lingerie. with this job, lana never had to worry about not being able to pay for her bills because such a thing didn’t happen. the girl could deal with the inconveniences as long as her electricity wasn’t cut at the end of the month. she takes the tissue with a whispered thanks, starts cleaning the heavy make up off her face and has to take a deep breath in order to control the shaking. “ no, he didn’t, ” lana is quick to reassure him, hands falling to rest on the counter, long nails tapping against the surface. “ he followed me into the club and i managed to get my boss to stop him. they took him to the police station and everything, but still, ” lana shook her head, blonde hair falling on her face. “ it’s fucking scary, innit? ” in this moment, she’s craving for a bottle of something strong. 

       he decides to take her word for it, mentally putting the reasoning behind her shaken state with the man who had followed her around. morgan isn’t surprised however, knowing fully well that there are men like that, and more, who think they can do as they please -- especially when it involves women. he can’t say he agrees that it’d be scary, should he have been in her position, but with all that happens surrounding females, morgan can empathize that repercussions of any action she took could be far more hazardous than what he would endure. ‘ at least he didn’t follow you back home. that would have been worse. ‘ 

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so something important if you have any wish to continue rping with me

i’ve remade and am moving over to a new account after staying away from here for a few days and really thinking about what i want to do because i really don’t know whether to delete or not. every time i got on i felt like there was no purpose for me here and that no one wanted the plots they had with me. so i’m just going to try and get a fresh start?? i’m hopefully going to post a link or reblog a promo soon enough, and feel free to unfollow me here and forget i ever existed if you want. but if you wish to rp, especially if you want to continue to rp/talk about our plots, please tell me or just follow me on my new account and i’ll take that as a sign. the rest of my drafts are still in queue and should be done posting in a day or two. sorry if this has any sort of negative effect on your night/day or bothered you. thank you for reading.