“I dream dark dreams. I dream of a figure moving through the forest, of children flying from his path, of young women crying at his coming. I dream of snow and ice, of bare branches and moon-cast shadows. I dream of dancers floating in the air, stepping lightly even in death, and my own pain is but a faint echo of their suffering as I run. My blood is black on the snow, and the edges of the world are silvered with moonlight. I run into the darkness, and he is waiting. I dream in black and white, and I dream of him. I dream of Caleb, who does not exist, and I am afraid.” -John Connolly //Ask/rp blog for my Hetalia OC for Maine.// M!a: N/A
“I guess that’s true. Unfortunately, I have nights like that more often than I should. No, I don’t think we have met before. I’m Eliott Claude. What’s your name?”
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Eliott started slightly,a bit surprised by the feeling a pair of arms wrap around him and pull him into a hug. The surprise lasted only a few second though before he started struggling to be free for a moment before sighing and glancing over at the man. “Please let go of me, Alfred.”
“Thank you.” Eliott replied softly. He wasn’t used to physical contact so the sudden hug hadn’t been very welcome. “Next time, a simple ‘hello’ will do, okay?” He said, trying to crack a good-natured smile.
“Well Finch was depressed and so was Violet, but Violet and Finch didn’t really, but they fell in love and then...” Eloitt stopped himself. “Ah, I can’t tell you. I’d spoil the ending.”
Don’t feel bad if you’re sensitive to negative feedback because apparently after one particular bad review Hans Christian Andersen was found just sobbing while lying face down in the dirt
THIS IS HONESTLY SCARY AS SHIT AT THIS MOMENT. IF HE FUCKING WINS, WHO KNOWS WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO US POCS. STOP TAKING THIS AS A FUCKING JOKE.
HONESTLY, IM AFRAID FOR MY FUTURE BECAUSE WHAT IF HE FUCKING DOES BECOME PRESIDENT??? HE WILL MAKE IT HARD FOR US.
YOU GUYS REALLY DONT UNDERSTAND HOW FUCKING IMPORTANT THIS IS. YOU
C A N N O T
LET TRUMP FUCKING BECOME PRESIDENT. YOUR LETTING SOMEONE WHO CANT EVEN FUCKING TAKE CARE OF HIS OWN BUSINESSES AND WIGS GET INTO OFFICE.
I DONT CARE IF YOU ARE NOT INTO POLITICS. VOTE FOR BERNIE SANDERS.
I DONT CARE IF YOU ARE LAZY, DO IT ANYWAYS.
I DONT FUCKING CARE IF YOU ARE WHITE, BLACK OR ANY OTHER COLOR.
PROTECT YOURSELF FROM THIS FUCKING STUPID ASS RICH MAN.
PLEASE.
You guys honestly don’t realize how important this is. That stupid ass man is in the lead with votes. You CANNOT let him win. To the people that don’t care, you will most definitely care once he’s in fucking office ruining everything more. You don’t understand how important this is to me. You don’t understand how scary this is for p.o.c .
or as ‘undecided’ so you have a choice during future elections so you have a choice for either side, trust me t comes in handy and you have a choice to pick whom ever you agree with the most!
Reason I registered as Republican years ago was to take this sucker down. No way am I letting Trump win the Republican nomination. And yes as Bernie if he gets the Democratic vote
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Eliott started slightly,a bit surprised by the feeling a pair of arms wrap around him and pull him into a hug. The surprise lasted only a few second though before he started struggling to be free for a moment before sighing and glancing over at the man. “Please let go of me, Alfred.”
“Thank you.” Eliott replied softly. He wasn’t used to physical contact so the sudden hug hadn’t been very welcome. “Next time, a simple ‘hello’ will do, okay?” He said, trying to crack a good-natured smile.
“I guess that’s true. Unfortunately, I have nights like that more often than I should. No, I don’t think we have met before. I’m Eliott Claude. What’s your name?”