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Just popping in here to say I am still alive just busy with schoolwork. Hopefully will get some replies out this weekend <3 Thanks for your patience everyone !!

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tagged by: @thecajun tagging (only if you wanna): Guys im so bad at choosing really anyone

#✼ real good at digging up shit(headcanons)#✼ QUEUE its dark corners

thehalloftwotruths:

Her hand can’t touch her own body; it simply passed through it. After all, the dead cannot touch anything in the physical realm. “I do not believe that I said such a thing.” He said that she came to a predictable end, but then, he never said that this was the end. That she was actually dead. “Even so, one should bring voice to their own regrets, one should speak freely and not be shackled by their own emotions.”

Voicing regrets felt like something of intimacy, subjects too personal to share, even with an all-knowing being who was likely as omnipresent as death. “So what does come after? What’s awaiting me?” It’s sort of in avoidance, eyes not quite meeting him yet, too shook by what she’s witnessing. Fearing seeing the reactions of others. Last thing she wanted was to cause them pain.

#thehalloftwotruths #✼ QUEUE its dark corners

alwayshogwartsstudent-deactivat

Hufflepuff is one of the four Houses of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Its founder was the medieval witch Helga Hufflepuff. Hufflepuff is the most inclusive among the four houses; valuing hard work, dedication, patience, loyalty, and fair play rather than a particular aptitude in its members. The emblematic animal is a badger, and yellow and black are its colours. The Head of Hufflepuff is Pomona Sproutand the Fat Friar is the House’s patron ghost.

Hufflepuff corresponds roughly to the element of earth, and it is for that reason that the House colours were chosen: yellow represented wheat, while black was emblematic of soil. The Hufflepuff points hourglass contains yellow diamonds. Students sorted into Hufflepuff often demonstrate exceptional abilities in Herbology, owing to their correspondence to earth.

#✼ are its dark corners(aesthetics)#✼ real good at digging up shit(headcanons)#v; quills and charms #✼ QUEUE its dark corners

hellsdexil:

{ m. }

thumb tapped against the table. matt had ditched his normal laywer attire that day for jeans and a black hoodie. it was incredibly rare but for some reason, with the combination of rain outside and cooling temperatures of hells kitchen, it seemed fitting.

head gave a tilt to her question as he swallowed hard. truth be told, he didn’t really know. the last thing he remembered was, no he couldn’t tell her that. flashes of his lips brushing against elektras feverishly clouded his mind as he reached up and rubbed the bridge of his nose beneath rose tinted glasses. a groan escaping his throat as a slow sigh followed. this whole thing felt out of place. yet there they were, sitting having coffee like it was an everyday thing for them.

leaning back against the booth seat head turned to face the window. rain rolling down the glass in the glow of the sign outside. nothing he could see anyway, ‘ i wont lie to you, karen. i don’t remember. i just remember waking up… ‘

I won’t lie to you...

Lies usually followed though, had rolled off his tongue too many times for her not to feel some skepticism surge through her. Lips press together though, to hold back the tiniest hint of a smile, even possible empty words warmed her and meant the world. Led an internal prayer that it was true, that she could trust him on this.

“I see... Where did you wake up?” It couldn’t have been in rubble, he would’ve been publicly found or dead. There had to be something beneath the surface, someone who had gotten him out of there for some reason.

“Maybe I can buy them a thank you coffee.”

#hellsdexil #v; pursuit of truth (post s2)#the defenders spoilers #[I'm sorry how late this is !!]#✼ QUEUE its dark corners

memeasaurus-promptus

Platonic/Friendship Sentence Starters

“Want to take a walk with me?”

“Do you need a hug?”

“Dude, I’m taking you out shopping. No buts.”

“This couch is big enough for the both of us.”

“I stole your __ I hope you don’t mind.”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“There’s nothing wrong with friends holding hands!”

“You look like you could use a hug.”

“My socks look good on you. I wondered where they went.”

“Come here! Cuddle session!”

“Think I can squeeze in there with you?”

“Why did you put that all the way up there?”

“Can you open this for me?”

“Do you need help opening that?”

“Not gonna lie, your clothes look good on me.”

“You look comfy.”

“You look good today!”

“Can I brush your hair?”

“Can you brush my hair?”

“Can you get that for me?”

“I’m wearing your name tag obviously I’m you.”

“This couch is all mine I will push you off if you try sitting on it.”

“Budge up you’re hogging all the room.”

“I know that look- you’re up to no good.”

“Do you know where __ went?”

“I will roll you up in a blanket if you refuse to go to bed.”

#✼ memes #✼ QUEUE its dark corners

coconutscentedshawty

Parents can break your heart too…. and hard.

#✼ what is it to be a hero(musings)#✼ QUEUE its dark corners

nxtsoordinary:

He’d been afraid she wouldn’t come. Matt was still amongst the nuns at the convent two months after the building had come crashing down on him, so the invitation had been a good cover, a good mystery that Karen couldn’t resist solving. And here she was. He was finally without pain every time he moved, so it was a good time to make his presence in the world known again to those who mattered most.

He inhaled deeply when she stepped into the room, letting the mix of familiarity of the scents that clung to her comfort him. “It’s me,” he said softly. Matt pushed himself up from the bench he’d been seated on. He still had a bit of a limp when he walked, but he only took a few steps in her direction before stopping, trying to give her space.

“I was in bad shape, or I’d have had you come sooner…” Hopefully she could forgive him that, at least.

It was something she had dreamed of, a gut feeling that hadn’t let her down. He couldn’t have died, and here he was very much alive. She had promised herself the words she would say if she ever saw him again, ever was able to be held in his arms again, but they all seemed lost in her throat. Choking back tears, ones of relief rather than a mournful sort.

“I... really can’t be angry with that now can I?” there’s a sort of a laugh, relief pouring through it before finally taking steps closer.

Planning to enjoy it while it lasted, to give a proper hello before they approached sources of argument. Karen Page didn’t want to fight, not right now... She moves to embrace him, arms wrapping around his form in a hug as chin rests against his shoulder, all is done with care as to not trigger soreness or pain. “I am really glad you’re okay.”

#nxtsoordinary #v; pursuit of truth (post s2)#the defenders spoilers #[sorry for how long this took my dear]#[but yes angst but also happy angst??]#✼ QUEUE its dark corners

musingmemes

cuddly / platonic-ish memes

“your feet are cold.”

“movies are made for watching, not for asking questions.”

“you’re hogging the blankets!”

“we should cuddle… for warmth.”

“is that your hand on my leg?”

“scoot over.”

“can we watch something else? this is scary.”

“are you shivering?”

“if you start snoring, i won’t be responsible for what happens to you.”

“did you eat all the popcorn?”

“your hair keeps getting in my face.”

“are you even wearing pants??”

“stop kicking me!”

“you’re a good pillow.”

“do i look like a foot-rest to you?”

“do i look like a pillow to you?”

“i’m cold.”

“why can’t you ever just lay still?”

#✼ memes #✼ QUEUE its dark corners

[ @blackxhxt / x ]

Part of being her kind of journalist is to BLEND, and partake. It’ll give a fresh perspective for the column, and thus she is going with it, all of it. Undercover. Blonde waves as free as the spirits within, the only part not constrained as the dress that envelopes her feels stuffy. She thought she would hate it, find everything DEPLORABLE, yet there’s a spark inside her. Excitement for uncovered secrets. “The good stuff, huh?” She lets him lead, glancing at her companion for this. A seasoned visitor. Observing his every motion and detail for future writings. “So I’ve heard... where would you suggest first?”

#blackxhxt #[hope you don't mind me continuing this I really want westworld things]#v; the maze is not meant for you(westworld)#✼ QUEUE its dark corners

dichotomisi-a

netflix based ; with influences from 616 canon & ancient greek literature.

#✼ we all are heroes(promos)#uM YES YOURE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE #but really excellent writer im always so heart eyes #✼ QUEUE its dark corners

vintagepatriotism:

“If you’re looking for a lead you won’t find it here,” he was in no mood to assist a prying journalist. He knew nothing of what had been occurring in hell’s kitchen, Steven had been making it a point to keep his head down for the last few months. Keep below the fire, fly right as long as he could do so. The soldier’s shoulders roll almost apologetically, “if that’s what you’re here for at least,” he adds perhaps a bit too late. // @heroicjournalist

“No... it’s not actually.” She can’t blame him for thinking so, journalists must always be on his ass. The notebook in hand was misleading, on her way back from an interview and getting some luck swung her way. “I’m not writing a story, I’m telling you one. Something of truth going on that we need help with, that’s way out of our depths. If you have time of course, just, it’s important...”

#vintagepatriotism #v; become different stories (S2)#[thank you for the starter !! ]#✼ QUEUE its dark corners

JUST A NOTE: Back at school so I am going to be 100x slower. I probably will end up queuing everything. Seems easier to keep up and keep this blog active that way! Just want to thank everyone in advance for their patience.

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violentwavesofemotion-deactivat

In her eyes shone the sweetness of melancholy.

Virginia Woolf, from The Voyage Out (via citygods)

#✼ what is it to be a hero(musings)

thecajun:

@heroicjournalist

curious pair of brown eyes turned towards the sentence that caught his attention, a little smirk beginning to curve its way through remy’s lips. there was nothing more that he liked than attention, but even a narcissistic man like he had to keep low profile if he didn’t want to wake up to a knife at his throat. no, there weren’t many who liked the cajun’s shenanigans. and who could blame them? besides a pretty face, remy couldn’t offer anything else in return of the stolen goods.

remy fixed his sunglasses (despite him wearing contacts, his eyes were still sensitive to the sun) and cleared his throat, making himself comfortable to sit on the support of this bench. “they never seem t'get his nose right. if y’ ask me, they might as fine put in a picture of a toy instead of drawin’ him.” he snatched what appeared to be a ‘wanted criminal’ piece with his portrait and all. what an insult to a man like that. “mon dieu! was it drawn wit’ a foot?” always one for the dramatics.

Seated on the bench with legs crossed over as she organizes the notes from witnesses. And to her right is a drawing of the man formed by one witness who swore she had seen Gambit in action. Though it was admittedly very fast-paced and not the best lighting provided, but this was the closest she had to a portrait. Another sitting beside her caused a reflex of pulling her own files closer to her, not wanting the wrong people seeing what she got. A protection of her journalistic scoop.

But he grabbed one, the drawing, and Karen raises a single brow. “Sounds like you know him personally, or his face at least?” That or he was a prideful artist who dreamed of sketching witness described mug shots... most likely the former. At least she hoped, it could add a very interesting twist to her writing. “His weaker foot...” She jokes lightly, smile tugging at her lips as she sets the other files into a manila folder.

#thecajun #v; pursuit of truth (post s2)#[This is perfect !! lmao remy is so dramatic i love it]#[and from that one ask i answered too from you i already love this dynamic]#[sorry you got called out so quick remy; sorry karen was lowkey savage]