of storms & saints;;　

❝ a farmer wants his son to be afraid of beautiful women, so that he will not leave home too soon, so he tells a story about how one drowned his brother’s cousin’s friend in a lake, not because he was a PIG who deserved to be drowned, but because beautiful women are bad, and also witches. --- & it doesn’t matter that she didn’t ask to be beautiful, or to be born in a lake, or to live forever, or to not know how men breathe until they stop doing it. ❞

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dcddysaid:

reblog if you are the hot sibling 

[fliightlessbirds]

" To survive myself I forged you like a weapon, like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling. " ( elijah @ rebekah )

* ━━ @tobewhoimnot | [ elijah &. rebekah ]

        Whatever he was talking about, he was wrong. He’d never do anything to hurt her, she was sure of it  —-  & yet….  The fact that there was an ‘& yet’ ( as small as it was, whispering from the darkest pit of her mind ) scared her beyond all else; beyond anything he could physically do to her. It was Elijah. If she couldn’t believe in Elijah then what else was there left to believe in? 

         “ Have you met me, dear brother? Nobody uses me — not for anything I didn’t already wish to do. “  The lies tasted bitter on her tongue as she spoke. It seemed as if her very existence until that point had been nothing but a line of men waiting patiently for their turn to use the vampiress for their own advantage. Average men she could blame on her heart. She had never been able to ignore the sweet promises it whispered her way with each potential suitor. But her brothers… No — wilful ignorance protected her from admitting all they had put her through. It was easier to blame herself for making the wrong decisions or playing the fool than to admit that they may have manipulated her. 

         She turned her back to him, all her focus on adjusting an already perfect table setting lest her mind wander to places it shouldn’t. If she could only make the outward appearance of everything around her more than perfect then there would be no reason for anything ( or anyone ) to question the validity of the perfect little life she had created for herself. And if no one questioned it, then surely it had to be true. “ Now, enough of that. Kol will be here any minute now so there’s no time for whatever fantastical nonsense you’re working on. Have you picked a bottle of red from downstairs yet? “

[theclassicsreader]

I want–I want–I want–was all that she could think about–but just what this real want was she did not know.

Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter (via theclassicsreader)

[fliightlessbirds]

* ━━ @tobewhoimnot​ | [ elijah &. rebekah ]

          It no longer surprised her just how willing she was to drop everything for her darling older brother. Anyone else and she would have demanded a fortnight to tie up lose ends  ( all those boyfriends weren’t going to dump themselves, after all )  & supervise as another packed up her most prized possessions  ( one-of-a-kind designs were just that ). Blue eyes had barely skimmed across the word Manosque, however, and she had already been on the phone about a jet, a bag thrown open on her bed with the first dresses she found. Anything for Elijah. Always. 

         & it helped, of course, that she had missed him terribly. As fun as her time gallivanting across America had been, the feeling of peace she felt the moment she stepped into the quaint bar and saw Elijah was unparalleled. A bag wheeled beside her, fresh from the airport, Rebekah let everything fall to the floor in favour of swooping low enough to place a kiss on his cheek, arms around his shoulders in as much of a hug as his seated position would allow her. She didn’t want to rise  --  didn’t want to let him go just yet  --  but she compromised by leaving her hand on his shoulder as she called for the attention of the nearest waitress. 

         “ I’ll take a white  ---  something local  ---  and... “ So used to the crowd she had been spending time with she glanced at Elijah quickly as if expecting him to order for himself. She changed her mind quickly however and took her seat next to him, her attention turned to pulling her bags closer. “ & a scotch, neat. “ A quick turn to her brother before;

          " --- & with the important stuff out of the way, what the bloody hell are you doing out here? “

[sonofneptunes]

love, caring. it ruins you. — R.M

[fliightlessbirds]

* ━━ demonsunleashxd | [ klaus &. rebekah ]

           The clicking of her heels heralded her arrival long before she stepped into view. Focused though he was upon the form before him, curves lined in swathes of colorful paints, Klaus tracked her progress from the front door as she drew closer. A faint smile, poorly masked, writ its way across his features and he answered her all-but-petulant question without so much as glancing up at her. His brush slid along skin, the deep blue hue upon it mixing with the still-damp crimson beside it.

           ❛ If you start eating my canvases, Rebekah, I’m the one who will have to account for it, Besides, you’ll ruin the paint. ❜    Paltry excuses. A few choice words to the right individuals, and none would be the wiser. The breach in etiquette would disappear, invisible to those affected. And as for the paint, well… truth told Klaus had mixed blood into his paints on more than one occasion. Often intentional, occasionally not.

           So far as blood was concerned, he could smell it upon her. He surrendered his brush to its jar of solvent and lifts his gaze to her. Eyebrows heft in a query of his own.    ❛ Just who ran afoul of your temper today? ❜    No condemnation, no exasperation. Only amusement glinting in his eyes, a wicked smile playing about his lips.

// @fliightlessbirds.

       His reply warranted a smile in reply, but as far as her attention was concerned the blonde only had eyes for the woman before her brother. As capricious as she often found his fancies, Rebekah had to admit that she looked exquisite  ---  wasted on a fate as useless as a canvas, but exquisite nonetheless. She made no attempt to preserve his work as she ran the backside of her hand down the woman’s cheekbone before she twirled a loose section of hair around her finger, completely entranced.

        “ & you’ll find another daft plaything to paint a fresh idea on and the world will go on. “ As far as she was concerned anyway, they were never his best work. They were fun, no doubt; entertaining to watch as he worked and gorgeous to behold when he was done, but ultimately ephemeral, and so she felt no guilt about fantasies about devouring them completely. “ Does this one have a name at least? “ Zinnia, maybe. If she were to guess. Heather, at a stretch... The romantic mind, who only wished the world to be EXACTLY as she pictured it, had decided on a floral name for the poor girl the moment she saw her.

        She let the hair fall from beneath her fingers with a dramatic sigh and a glance at her shoes. “ Just when did men lose their last announce of chivalry? “ Despite the teasing in her tone   ( with just a slight dig at her big brother )   there was almost a earnest wish to pinpoint exactly when the change had occurred. “ He rammed me into a door frame... All I did was point out that that was no way to treat a lady. “

[stubbornstrumpet-arc]

SOS

im doing an essay for uni on the way youth/family is portrayed in media and i need another teen drama with a strong emphasis on parent/child dynamics in one episode.  i’ve already got quinn being disowned by her parents in glee but i need something else to compare it to. please give me suggestions before i resort to esther trying to kill her kids because there’s going to be no academia on that. 

[fliightlessbirds]

@tobewhoimnot @atlassouled @thelittleqveen @katheriinefacade casually tags you all bc hopefully

[mjalti]

i wish i had the option of appearing only to the people i love, i dont want to exist to anyone else, if i have to be a physical entity, i wanna password-protect this vessel

[merflk]

moodboard: pansy parkinson

[thequotejournals]

The past beats inside me like a second heart.

John Banville, The Sea (via thequotejournals)

[tessacarstairs]

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[second-nature-blog]

[fliightlessbirds]

i’ve been spending 6ish hours every day looking for jobs and sending in applications and my god it’s fucking draining and can someone please just hire me already??????

[aly-naith]

falling series

Game of Thrones - The Great Houses

[clarastonem]

[creative-classpect]

“No guts, no glory”

So what you are saying is I should eviscerate my enemies to achieve greatness

[fliightlessbirds]

can i just point out that, on pottermore, pansy’s hobby is simply ‘fondness for unicorns’ ACTUAL DARLING sitting at the back of the class giggling with her friends while doodling unicorns all over her parchment and enchanting them. baby pansy with unicorn plush toys that gallop around her bedroom and sleep next to her. slightly older pansy who learnt to ride on a broomstick with a unicorns head attached to the top so she could pretend to be riding one instead. pansy being an actual, real, young girl with normal interests who is completely demonised for childish bullying (which will never be okay, but not enough to condemn her for life as an evil, heartless bitch) and being terrified by the commands of the scariest wizard alive.