SOFTER / STRONGER

[⠀⠀...⠀⠀ ] ⠀⠀⠀what⠀⠀ 𝒘𝒆 ⠀  did ⠀⠀ for ⠀⠀ love.

[fortifeid]

new pinned post coming soon but link to rules / muse list

feat. muses from :   marvel,  pacific rim,  agents of shield,   m*a*s*h,   now you see me,   the fall,   national treasure,   and the judge

f i’ve followed you first,  we probably A) write a fandom in common,  B) you write in fandoms i don’t write but do love,  and/or C) we’re already mutuals on my main blogs.

[fortifeid]

@suhspiria​​   /     william jackson  &  liam  :      “i wish i could tell you, but i can't. do you have things like that?”

the list of things he likes about jackson grows more numerous by the week :    his eclectic taste in movies and music,   the way his face lights up when he talks about what he’s studying,   his strange magic tricks that liam can’t ever seem to figure out.   jackson is,  in many ways,  something of an on - campus enigma :     the fly on many walls,   the drifter in many narratives,   the acquaintance to many but friend,   perhaps,  of none.    becoming privy to anything about the guy feels a little bit like being inducted into a secret society.    liam should feel lucky for that,   should capitalize on this moment of connection,   should build a bridge and not a wall.

but agreeing means admitting there are skeletons in the closet,   and  liam walsh doesn’t have skeletons in his closet,   only scarves too heavy for this climate and oxford shirts neatly pressed and organized by color.     

so he replies,   ❝  nah,  ❞  with the rise and fall of shoulders,   like shrugging off his backpack when he comes by jackson’s half - empty dorm room after class.    ❝  only,  like,   my nan’s soda bread recipe.  ❞      lies are easier when sprinkled with the truth  ;    since liam is a very good liar,   an honest warmth colors his tone,   even pulling a smile at the corners of his lips as he imagines the way her wrinkled fingers add just a wee too much baking soda to the dough.     ❝  but i respect the boundary.    forget i asked.  ❞  

[fortifeid]

i am vibrating w creative energy tonight

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muse for riley poole is high right now.... i have some drafts for kate, but otherwise,  hit me up if you’d like to plot w america’s true national treasure

[fortifeid]

i’m sorry in advance for the person i’m about to become,  but we’re getting speak now (tv) this week and then less than 2 weeks later i see fob live again and then we get horses in the sims 4 immediately after

[mcflymemes]

ROGUE ONE: A STAR WARS STORY NOVELIZATION PROMPTS *  assorted lines from the book by alexander freed, adjust as necessary ** credit to the amazing vicioushope for providing the content :)

if there’s anything else, make it quick.

whatever i do, i do it to protect you.

you’re confusing peace with terror.

you wanted to kill people.

we have to start somewhere.

you’ll never win.

we have a long ride ahead of us.

you called me. you knew this was important.

i don’t know! i shouldn’t have even said this much.

everything you told me, it’s real?

you also have to give me a chance.

what part of urgent message do you not understand?

do you want a warning? before i do it?

i will kill you then.

you want to get out of here?

you are being rescued.

you’re still mad, aren’t you?

it’s a chance for you to make a fresh start.

there’s a bounty on your head.

when was the last time you were in contact with your father?

i like to think he’s dead.

i’ve never had the luxury of political opinions.

trust goes both ways.

i’ll always protect you.

i’m surprised you’re so concerned with my safety.

i’m not concerned. i’m just worried our enemies might miss you and hit me.

doesn’t sound so bad to me.

no lie is safe.

rebellions are built on hope.

we’re not here to make friends.

what kind of rumors?

tell me you have a backup plan.

is your foot all right?

you almost shot me.

we’ve been in worse cages than this one.

there is more than one sort of prison.

i sense that you carry yours wherever you go.

are we not still friends?

i knew you were safe.

you left me behind.

you were ready, and i saw that, even if you did not.

i was protecting you!

not a day goes by i don’t think of you.

it’s a trap. isn’t it?

did they send you? are you here to kill me?

there’s not much left.

i’m doing this job because i have to.

i made myself indispensable.

if you’re happy, then that’s more than enough.

‘ this was not my doing.

it wasn’t supposed to happen yet.

your work exceeds all expectations.

you don’t believe me.

i’m not the one you’ve got to convince.

i thought we were past this.

i don’t want to know.

i’d prefer ignorance myself.

i’m coming with you.

i won’t be long. you’ll be fine.

must have been hell of a few days.

i’ll be right behind you.

you need to get back down there and find us a ride out of here.

you must be very proud.

they destroyed my home. i will kill them.

so what did we come for, if not vengeance?

would you like to be carried?

i could carry you anyways.

i need you to trust me, all right?

if a fight starts, try not to hurt anyone.

you lied to me.

you’re in shock.

you don’t know what you’re talking about.

i had orders! orders that i disobeyed!

but you wouldn’t understand that.

orders? when you know they’re wrong? 

we don’t all have the luxury of deciding when and where we want to care about something.

you’re not the only one who lost everything.

some of us just decided to do something about it.

you can’t talk your way out of this.

none of it would have made a difference.

you have to decide for yourself.

i’ve given up before, and it doesn’t help.

i’ve seen people lose everything because they happened to be in the way.

the time to fight is now.

there is no hope.

but i do. i believe you. 

every time i walked away from something i wanted to forget, i told myself it was for a cause i believed in.

i couldn’t face myself if i gave up now.

we’ve faced longer odds.

not really my problem, is it?

we’ll take the next chance.

i’m not sure i know how to fight to accomplish something. 

light it up.

it was a good plan.

you’re a terrible spy.

think before you answer.

your behavior is continually unexpected.

i’ll find a way. 

you know who i am. 

you’ve lost.

i’ve lost nothing but time. 

do you think anybody’s listening?

someone’s out there.

i’m glad you came.

your father would be proud of you.

[fortifeid]

hi i miss this blog, like this to lmk you’re still alive out there

[fortifeid]

make muses from the princess diaries w me

[fortifeid]

the chokehold that rewatching the princess diaries has had on me this spring break ?   merciless. 

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happy spring break 2 me !

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treasurhunt​:

@fortifeid​ said: this is not the first time i’ve been threatened . - from lula

                          HAZEL HUES LOOK UP AT THE WOMAN APART FROM HIM & the treasure hunters arms, which had been resting on the backrest of the turned around chair only second ago, pushed his muscular form upwards. Attentive eyes narrow at his opponent & a single step is taken into her direction, gaze not leaving the magicians features. She didn’t seem like much of an enemy to a man of his build & reflexes, but if there was one thing, Elijah had learned over the years, he traveled the world to raid tombs, it was that a woman should never be underestimated due to her appearance. “ & I usually never use a threat to get where I want ── a fact that should show you, how absolutely serious I am about this treasure hunt. Stay out of my way.”   

A MEME I CAN’T SEEM TO FIND ANYMORE

when  EMMA WATSON  is acting in a role and is trying to show that her character’s confidence in something is resolute,   she does this thing where she raises her head a little bit and locks her jaw.    it always works really well,   seems subtle enough not to be overplaying her hand while also making her look like a badass bitch who should be taken seriously.     so that’s what lula does,   maintaining eye contact as she does.    him standing doesn’t intimidate her.    not when she knows she’s in the right on this.   THE EYE tells her so in ways even she doesn’t fully comprehend.      ❝  this isn’t a treasure for you to hunt,  dude.     this is an active site where stuff is happening that’s way deeper than you are understanding.   ❞  

[fortifeid]

@analyticallyminded   /     jemma  &  riley  :      “i want you.”

images of scranton cast flashes of cool light throughout the apartment as a new episode of the office autoplays with zero out of four eyes watching   ( zero out of six, if you count his glasses. )  moments before,  he was sucking on the side of his right thumb so as not to waste the sweet ambrosia of pizza sauce.    one might argue that’s how this started,  but they’d be wrong.    jemma has been the tease from the start   :    her bare legs have been draped across his lap all evening,  and his old artic monkeys t-shirt that he got from their tour back in ‘06 hangs on her like a satin nightgown, falling delicately off her right shoulder.     so there was never any other way  this was gonna go down. 

his soft chuckle is a breeze against her collarbone.   the faded visage of chris mclure stares up at him with hooded eyes accentuated by underlying twin peaks of her nipples.     ❝  you got me, baby.   ❞  

[loiyar]

latest in CARLINVILLE ROUTINE , // daily visits to tavern , fit into even busiest of schedule , ; whether earliest mornings , or latest nights . ❝ wow , must’ve really been on your mind to get a plateful worth , ❞ pompous traits , // optics that squint , smirk that pulls . ❝ ANYTHING DIRTY , ?? ❞

current attire , // usual suit and tie , replaces with jeans and OLD METALLICA TEE , ; paint smears that blemish . childhood home , // newly permanent residence , renovations made to own . ❝ it’s been quiet , “ former soundtrack , // family chaos imbed into walls , ARGUMENTS OF FATHER AND SON echo every hallway . ❝ lauren’s still in chicago with her mother , ❞ ongoing process , // custody agreements , battle that could rip him from carlinville all over again . conversation , // one for another time , decision this time around , HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART would be part of . ❝ and dale , he’s been… well dale . there’s a camera around every corner . his most recent cinematic masterpiece , ?? morning routine of one hank palmer , ❞ additional comment haste , // potatoes pocket in side of cheek , eager words escape opposing side . ❝ grand premiere was last night , and i can confidently say , my morning wood made the final cut , ❞ smug gestures , // backward slouch into bar stool , arms cross over chest . ❝ don’t you fret , baby , i’ll have him burn you a copy , ❞

speaking of , // morning routine , one part specifically of such . her obvious attire , // DON’T THINK HE HASN’T NOTICED , way shirt slips ever so dangerously low . blast from past , // those teenage years , ; way heart races , palms that sweat , pants that shrink . moment necessary , // to regain composure , to locate signature imperious traits , ; a close lean forth . ❝ come by tonight . take a look at the renovations . THE TOUR STARTS IN THE BEDROOM , clothing optional , …and by optional i mean none , ❞

[fortifeid]

none of this is easy,     though hank is liable to do everything in his power to try to convince you that it is.     that it’s easy to process divorce and custody proceedings from afar,   easy to wake up in a house every morning wherein memories burst from every nook and cranny,     easy to sit daily in his father’s chair and be measured by his father’s canon.     these are simply the highlights,   of course,    the bolded headlines in a litany of responsibilities that weigh on him each and every moment.    he disguises the heaviness in one - liners.         it’s been quiet.      she catches them,   always,  carries worry for him as a bundle of twine in her chest that,   out of respect for him,   she only lets it unravel in private.    so to his face,   she follows his lead.    she smiles,  chuckles at the appropriate places,  like mention of dale’s cinematographic antics and hank’s grand debut.     ❝  i’ll have to get your autograph,  ❞   she says instead of posing a follow-up.      ❝   might be worth something some day.  ❞          it’s been quiet     remains unaddressed. 

onto flirtations instead.   tale as old as time.   and she’s glad,   if she’s honest,   that a little bare skin can still pique his interest like that.    but her sense of relief isn’t strong enough to overpower her love of being a tease,   and so she takes the opportunity to turn away,   pop open the undercounter.    the glasses inside are warm and wet.   she swipes a clean rag around the interiors while he stares at her ass in the light wash jeans that will,  inevitably,   end up on his bedroom floor. 

❝  does this tour include some sort of VIP,  after hours,   full night package?    or am i gonna get kicked back out into the street at 3am?   ❞     it’s a joke,   a flirtation,   but it also isn’t.   there’s the underlying question of logistics,   as ever there is with them now,    his chaotic schedule and aforementioned brother and everything else.    she busies herself with inspecting the perceived blemish on a pint glass so she won’t have to see which emotion he reads into first.

[fortifeid]

in awe of the fact that some people are morning people

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@analyticallyminded​  /     jemma  &  maya  :      “have i satisfied your morbid curiosity ?”

in the days following a trial they did not attend in person,  maya’s mother asked her father how they missed it   this monster that she birthed and he drove to work at sears every saturday morning for years.     if they should have known.     if they ever could have known.   

the first hint,   though they were far too lackluster to look for it,   was when she was nine.   she was only nine,   and how the hell do you feel so much anger at nine?    she was nine and crushing ants in her backyard all summer,  plotting revenge against a booger - eating boy who had wronged her in the science fair.   she was nine and burning holes in the gymnasium ceiling with her experiments.   she was nine,  and the fire was choosing her and she was choosing it back.  

MIT didn’t calm her fury.     hopkins didn’t either.   by the time she was twenty - five and stepping into the new millennium fucking one of the world’s richest men,   all she had was her vitriol.    killian couldn’t market it,    her crimes couldn’t caution it,  prison couldn’t beat it out of her.   icarus loses his fear if he regrows his wings every time.   so every promise she’s ever made to tony has been empty,   like hell,   when all the devils are here,    in her bones,    and the lifeblood running through her is all fire.  

so,     NO,   JEMMA.     but nothing ever has.    nothing ever will.

the grip on her coffee mug is ironclad,   as if she hopes to squeeze it so hard it shatters.    somehow,  she wouldn’t even feel the burn.     ❝   sorry.   ❞     and she is,   vaguely,   but only because it’s jemma,   who speaks so sharply only when someone has struck a nerve.    so she apologizes,   but doesn’t affirm,   because her mind is already swimming.    you don’t understand,   jemma.   i walked so that centipede can run.    i fell so that centipede could crawl.   

❝   surely you can see where i’m coming from,   though.    the project used elements of my research,   some of which I don’t even have access to anymore.   and you’re the only one who .  .  .    ❞     a lost cause.   she shakes her head.     ❝   sorry.   ❞

[fortifeid]

happy sunday, i don’t have work tomorrow so i can actually have a personality

[fortifeid]

i have a very busy 48 hours because i have a bunch of essays to grade,  but i have a lot of muse for a lot of my muses and def want to plot with more people