past & present

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update. I'm going to have to take a step back from this blog for a bit. My dad passed away a few days ago, and I'm in no capacity to reply to things. I lowered the queue to post 1 reply a day, so replies will still be posted. Thanks for understanding and for being hella patient. You guys are awesome. ❤️

[deathpov]

not to be nsfw but can someone hold my hand and do the thumb rub thing

[bustyprincesses]

When your RP partner is way better than you and you have to write your reply

[xbunnyclawsx]

[halfprincesshalfgoddess]

Thranduil deleted scenes compilation

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"ma Chérie.. I don't remember telling you when my birthday was.. how'd you find out it was February 14th?.. did you look me up?" @ Phoebe from Dacian from @thelittlebastards​

“I had help.” The challenge of not looking at a certain someone – Nebula – was as difficult as she expected, but Phoebe focused on putting the birthday cake down in front of him instead. “Happy birthday! I got you some gifts, but you’d better blow out the candles first.”

[andhewonherheart]

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scftheartiisms​:

valerie had known that mircella was being pursued, though she did not know the extent of what it was like. she did not know how dangerous they were, though if someone like mircella was so terrified of them finding her, they have to be pretty bad. of course, valerie was not able to protect her, though she would try her hardest to make sure no harm came to her. she knows who mircella is, how she has specific dietary needs so to speak. she has offered many time herself, though the girl has outright refused to use her as a resource for such things.

valerie had stayed back as the girl went onward, though she knew a massacre was happening. she could not stomach how people are being slain, but they were trying to hurt them, so it had to be so, right? she stood away from it all and imagined right now she was anywhere but here. blood had been kicked up and she was covered with some herself, though she wills away how her stomach churns and how she wishes nothing more than to drop to her knees and empty the meager contents of her stomach.

she had been watching from a hiding place of sorts, keeping attention away from herself as was expected of her. she was not getting involved this is not her place to. like a child holding a stuffed animal, she had gathered the small creature to her as she witnessed this event. she had it cradled in her arms, her eyes clenched shut as she heard the squelching noise of blood and viscera and the thudding of bodies hitting the floor. when the coast was clear, she set the bunny down, shell shocked and near frozen from what she has seen.

” d—dead ….. r—-right. “ her voice is almost non existent as she gazes around her at the carnage. she lets her focus rest on the other girl with the bunny in her arms, the image so nice and sweet, though after what just happened, it was haunting. taking a step more into the area where mircella is, she swallows thickly. “ m—may i … can i h—help y—you w—with …. with c—clean—cleaning up ? “ she feels about to be sick, not at her friend, just the loss of life.

She hated having to bring Valerie into all this. This was her mess, her life, but she’d allowed her friend to be a part of everything. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I can do this; maybe you could…take him home and then rest a little? I’ll try to be back before morning.” Mircella took a few more steps to be close enough to her friend – her only friend – and hand the bunny back. A thin smear of blood marred the rabbit’s white fur, but it was from one of the bodies and not because she’d wounded the little animal. Aside from Valerie, Mr. Wiggles was the other living being she truly cared for, and she didn’t want to see either of them hurt, let alone hurt them herself. There was one other reason why she was suggesting that Valerie go home: it was her way of giving the other a chance to run. To change her mind about the friendship they had and return to a more normal, less stressful life.

Mircella hadn’t missed the look of disgust that had briefly registered on her friend’s face, and she knew that to anyone else, this scene looked like a senseless massacre. Only those who were aware of what the entire cult had wanted to do to her might understand, and even then, they could have argued that not everyone deserved to die. It was a conversation and a damnation that she didn’t want to have with Valerie in case it ended with the two of them finally realizing that they were never compatible and that they had been forcing this friendship. “Please. Just go home. I’ll be okay, I promise.”

That was something honest: now that she didn’t have to look over her shoulder, she knew without a doubt that everything would be okay. No one would end up hunting her down and killing her in some twisted revenge scheme, and she could live the rest of her life the way she wanted and deserved. The floor was covered in inches’ thick blood, which clung to the bottom of her shoe and felt like molasses whenever she lifted her foot. It was also slippery, but she managed not to lose her balance as she turned from Valerie and began picking up the guts that had spilled out onto the ground.

[heartcontainers]

[peacefulapostle--a]

IF you shame people for rping over the age of 30 then I honestly want nothing to do with you. We all have our hobbies and we have things that keep us sane. There’s no harm in what we do. What’s the difference in writing a book by yourself and just writing back and forth with people you call friends? 

[thevastnessof]

i love that thranduil is terrifying and ancient, and then his son is always just like :) “good morning everyone” and making weird faces in the background when ppl are talking in lord of the rings

[davidlowery]

[dailychemsworth]

CHRIS HEMSWORTH as Thor Odinson in Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015) dir. Joss Whedon.

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becomelions​:

Their jokes and light hearted conversations would have to wait. The more pressing concern of where his good friend was, older friend, had his attention. Considering he didn’t live her, he knew that Evie would have more information. Well, it depended on what he had shared with her but Marcus wasn’t the type to keep secrets. It was why he asked her if she knew anything, Indiana would take whatever information she had. Hopefully he could piece if together if she didn’t have much. “South Africa…” He repeated, nodding to show he understood and heard her. However, he was still thinking and wondering what he had gotten himself into. The sounds in the backyard had been drowned out by the professor as a hand lifted to rub at his chin. “A lot happens down there.” He mumbled, tearing his attention from the letter and over to her. “I would appreciate that. Do you have the name of his research assistant? Anything?”

If anyone had information, it would be her. Of course Indiana could call some of his own contacts that he shared with Marcus but there were other people he knew Evie could call that he couldn’t. And just when he was about to get to working, she was flipping through Marcus’ address book and flashing a page in front of him. His brows furrowed before taking the book in hand and reading the information scribbled on to the page. “That name is familiar.” He half mumbled, pulling it closer to himself. “When did he meet with Francis Taylor?”

“Two days ago,” she answered immediately, the meeting standing out in her mind because she had gone out with him, parting ways with Marcus once Francis had arrived. She recalled a shifty man, but back then, she hadn’t thought much about it. “They met at the café in London, the one near the British Museum. Marcus came home around ten, and he was still in his study when I arrived thirty minutes later.” While Evelyn spoke, she had pulled the telephone closer to her and dialed the number of Hartford, Marcus’ current research assistant. He answered after two rings, and like Evelyn, he didn’t know where Marcus was. The suggestion that he had left for Africa without telling anyone shocked Hartford because their trip was fully funded and scheduled to leave in a week.

All this information she relayed to Indiana, and the sense of dread was growing. If he hadn’t left of his own free will, then it was likely that he had been taken. But to make sure that she had covered all the bases, she went down her mental list of people she knew to check whether he was there or not. He wasn’t. Nor was Francis Taylor answering the number that was scribbled on the address book.

Evelyn didn’t curse at all, but she made an exception this time as she returned the phone to its cradle. “He’s been kidnapped, hasn’t he?” she whispered, gripping the edge of the desk. It was something she found difficult to believe considering they had just had breakfast together two days ago. And yesterday, she had seen him working in his study, and now… “If you’re going to go look for him, I’m going with you. I have to. I was here with him, I was supposed to watch out for him, and he…” That was a thought that she couldn’t and wouldn’t finish.

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 Mary Lou Henchy.  Altered Carbon Season 1 Episode 5.

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