fly away home

oh, don't you see that lonesome dove sitting on an ivy tree? she's weeping for her own true love— as i shall weep for mine. headcanon based andrea uris from stephen king's IT loved by sam

[sevenbirds-hq]

HAIL AND WELL MET, MY DUDES. 

we’re a brand new small discord rp that focuses on the characters in the adventure zone: balance’s stolen century arc and you’ll never guess who we need to round out our group– just one taako. we’re a group of friends who have mixed experience with the podcast- some of us have listened to all of it, some of us only parts and some of us haven’t listened to any of it– whatever your exposure to the podcast, so long as you’re a chill pal who wants to explore this awesome found family and incredible story woven by our dungeon master and best friend, griffin mcelroy, we’d love for you to take a chance on us. 

you can check out our PLOT and FAQ for more info and if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ASK! you can find TAAKO’S skeleton bio as well as any of the others on our page and if you’re inspired, feel free to check out our APP. 

let’s roll initiative.

[futuristicfartfury]

[mamcbird]

@stvrgvzcrs

[mamcbird]

mamcbird‌:

quietly drops this here 

[hepburny]

Audrey Hepburn lets her hair down in Paris When It Sizzles (1964)

[audraes-archive]

withextra :

DERRY GIRLS SERIES ONE sentence meme. feel free to change context/pronouns/etc as necessary. 

Sometimes, all I really want is to be left alone.

Is that my diary?

I’ll find some dirt on you yet. I’ve got people working on it.

I’m not a clone! I should be allowed to express my individuality.

Well, I’m not being an individual on my own!

If I say it’s the law, it’s the law, smart-o.

But Murder, She Wrote is on tonight. You never miss Murder, She Wrote.

Why’s he making that funny noise?

What’s happening, exactly?

Listen, I think there’s been a wee bit of a misunderstanding.

I’m willing to admit it, even if nobody else will, because I’m a beacon of truth.

“We’re going to beat you up,” but, like, in a jokey way.

Well, the thing is, that’s not actually funny, is it? 

Why are you reading between the lines?

You’ve never even kissed a boy before. You practise on your pillow sometimes, but you don’t think that’s the same.

The reading of the diary was bad enough, I could do without the quoting it from memory!

Look, whatever happens in there, we have to stick together, OK? We have to back each other up.

Well, I think it’s safe to say we all just lost a bit of respect for you there.

What part of me not giving a flying fuck are you struggling with, exactly?

I’m sorry you had to hear that.

You are a fucking embarrassment. 

You were “like” a thief in the night?! You actually were a thief in the night.

If she finds out about this, she will kill you.

I just think it might be time I moved on friendship-wise.

It’s so sad, it really is, it is so, so sad, but at the same time, you know, what’s done is done, so let’s crack on.

But it’s freaky! Don’t you think it’s so freaky?

I’m not gonna bother with any “never sin again” material, ’cos let’s face it, we’ve been there before.

I’ve had a lot of caffeine.

This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

Let’s just get it over with and never, ever speak of it again.

Could you put it another way? I didn’t understand a word of that.

What would I have to be winking about? 

It was only a friendly wink.

There is no such thing as a friendly wink!

I really think she’s playing some sort of twisted psychological mind game here.

Aye, that is a bit fucked up, in fairness.

Have you got a Union Jack splashed across your tits?

Is the point, “I’d like to get beaten up”?

Genuine question — why can’t you just be fucking normal?

She doesn’t love you. She’s just using you.

I should be up to something, but I can’t find the person I’m supposed to be up to it with, because this place is like a fucking maze.

It has eight bedrooms and a chocolate fountain.

She is hot and you’re not dead. Yet.

Before you know it, you’ll be faking your own death and assuming a new identity.

We’re placing ourselves in grave danger, which I’m not buzzing about, to be honest.

I am psychic. I did a course. I got a certificate.

So what happened back there was totally fine, but this — this is worth having a panic attack about?

That’d be fabby-dabby-do.

You’re gonna have to never say that sentence again.

There’s bound to be something in here we can steal.

A real life lesbian walks among us.

You seriously need to chill the fuck out.

Do you not think there’s an awful lot of lesbians about nowadays? 

You can’t move for lesbians. It’s wall-to-wall lesbians out there.

[mamcbird]

❝  he deserves background music, he looks so good.  ❞

tatbilb || no longer accepting@eternalrosx

a laugh left her, “okay but — what kind of background music?” maybe it was the wine the two had shared while sitting on the couch in the uris house but she felt very giggly at the idea of  this background music, “are we talking like… spy background music? james bond-esque?” she wasn’t even sure if bessa knew who james bond was. “or that swell of romantic string quartet music? or— or something out of one of those teen coming-of-age movies?” a full giggle left her at the next thought and she couldn’t help but giggle through the whole sentence, “or— or was it—it something like clown music?” 

[noahreids]

A Discovery of Witches → 1x07 (1/?)

[mamcbird]

crusadeking‌:

✝       HIS head shakes from side to side at her question, “I won’t lie to you, there was a time in my life when I wanted to be anyone else but me. But my Daddy made me see the light.” He wasn’t going to go into any details about his family, the Blessing bestowed upon them, and why the Church had been in the family for such a long time. There was more to the Crusaders than preaching the apocalypse and converting the non-believers to any means necessary; there was an invisible battle between heaven and hell - who had the most influence. God might’ve been almighty, but he had a wicked sense of humor.      “That’s good to know.” He commented on her religious backgrounds, nodding his head as if the fact impressed him, “Do you practice yourself? I hope being here isn’t making you uncomfortable.”  Isaiah found himself grinning again at the surprise on her features. Of course, it was strange for someone in his position to be damned but that was the fact of it, he was still trying to pay for the mistakes he had made as a child. “My Daddy believed that everyone had at least one sin. One sin that tainted our spirit and would damn us when the end came unless we asked the lord for absolution. My sin was wrath.” he took a sip of his beer and shifted in his seat so he could set the bottle down on the ground, “You asked me if I always wanted to do this and my answer was no. I saw things no child should have to see, things that haunted me at night and the lord offered me no light, nor guidance. I found comfort in sharp objects for three years and when that stopped working I committed suicide. I don’t use the word ‘attempted’ because on the way to the hospital I died; suicide is a sure-fire way to wind up at the gates of hell, there’s no forgiving that. Technically I was dead for two minutes, and believe me, those two minutes felt like twenty years. He hasn’t quite forgiven me yet, but I’m getting there, I think.”

she smiled a little sympathetically, “parents have a way of doing that — guiding their children. part of our responsibility as parents, isn’t it? to train a child in the way he should go.” it  seemed like an odd thing to push your child into though, she had to admit silently to herself. ministry was something she had always viewed as a calling — perhaps he had always had it on his heart but had been a bit of a jonah, someone who had tried to fight against that calling. “what did you want to do? before you decided to follow your calling, i mean.” 

“i’d be a terrible rabbi’s wife if i didn’t practice, wouldn’t i?” she asked a little ruefully, the corner of her mouth picking up in an almost teasing smile. his concern at her possible discomfort was sweet but she shook her head, light brown hair falling over her shoulders, “not at all. you have a beautiful church, isaiah.” her eyes followed where his had glanced before, out the window and to the people working outside, “and beautiful land around it.” 

wrath — well that was a doozy of a sin to have, wasn’t it? the smile on her face faded a little, her brows pinching in the middle, creasing a line between her eyes while she listened intently. there was a part of her that wanted to push — what kind of things did you see? what haunts you? — but her mouth stayed shut while he told his story. the pinched look smoothed into understanding and the sincere. sympathetic look was back. suicide was a sin but also, it was a way out for those who saw no other option —— maybe isaiah had seen no other way out of whatever darkness he had carried with him from childhood. her own beer was set down on the floor beside the seat she sat in across from him and andrea couldn’t help herself from reaching out to touch the back of his hand, “i guess he wasn’t done with you yet.” 

[mamcbird]

huntedvideo‌:

‘i didn’t know you were religious,’ there’s a considerate frown before he’s glancing back to the forked trail in front of them. it’s not often finley is given this sort of decision, but he imagines he should make his choice soon, lest it be made for him. ‘not sure what god’s gonna do for me, but here we go.’

pick your path and i’ll pray. / @mamcbird​.

“nothing wrong with asking for a little extra help from whoever might be listening,” she quipped back, the flashlight in her hands bobbing from one trail to the other. it might not be the worst thing in the world to ask for a little protection right now — depending on what lay at the end of whichever path he chose ( and she followed — because of course, at this point, why not? ) “you sure you want to pick that one?” 

[mamcbird]

hey. hey, you. yes, you. if you’re reading this i mean you specifically.

you’re an amazing writer and i love seeing how your character is growing and the relationships they’re fostering. i love reading your headcanons and your threads and learning more about your characters. i love watching the relationships they have with other characters grow and develop and the range of relationships you’re creating with them. there is no one out there who writes like you or who loves your character like you and it is incredible to watch. 💛

if we haven’t talked yet, i still mean you. please come into my dms or ask for my discord and talk to me about your character! i’m serious when i say that i love reading your work and about your character! 

if we talk every day, i still mean you. i love the passion you have for your character! i love hearing your new ideas or headcanons or breakthroughs that you have with your character and get so excited when you get to play them out! don’t ever feel like you’re bugging me or annoying me when you’re excited about your character because i promise, i am just as excited as you are!

if you write a canon character, i still mean you. it’s amazing to see you take a character that you love and write them! be unapologetic in your portrayal. you are unique and incredible and i am so proud of you and your character. 

if you write an oc character, i still mean you. you are incredible! you created this amazing character and you share them with me and i’m so glad that you do! it takes real bravery to put a piece of yourself like an oc out into the world and i’m so proud of you. 

i’m proud of you and i love you. 💛

[forestiel]

They stand together in a circle as the darkness creeps down into the Barrens, filling up the paths they have walked this summer, the clearings where they have played tag and guns, the secret places along the riverbanks where they have sat and discussed childhood’s long questions or smoked Beverly’s cigarettes or where they have merely been silent, watching the passage of the clouds reflected in the water. The eye of the day is closing.

[veilled-deactivated20160315]

hunger games trilogy || starters

feel free to change pronouns , tenses , etc .

❝  it takes 10 times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart .❞ ❝  why am i not dead ? i should be dead .❞ ❝ having an eye for beauty isn’t the same thing has having a weakness .❞ ❝  i wish i could freeze this moment , right here , right now , & live in it forever .❞ ❝  no one really needs me .❞ ❝ remember , we’re madly in love , so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it .❞ ❝  i am not pretty . i am not beautiful . i am as radiant as the sun .❞ ❝  you love me . real or not real ? ❞ ❝  ally . friend . lover . victor . enemy . fiancee . target . mutt . neighbor . hunter . ally. i’ll add it to the list of words i use to try to figure you out.  ❞ ❝  here it’s safe , here it’s warm .❞ ❝  i’m not like the rest of you . there’s no one left i love .❞ ❝  i’m very hard to catch , & if they can’t catch me , they can’t kill me .❞ ❝  stupid people are dangerous .❞ ❝  you don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope .❞ ❝  you’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug .❞ ❝  my nightmares are usually about losing you .❞ ❝  for there to be betrayal , there would have to have been trust first .❞ ❝  destroying things is much easier than making them .❞ ❝  here’s some advice . stay alive .❞ ❝  they’ll either want to kill you , kiss you , or be you .❞ ❝  you’re not leaving me here alone .❞ ❝  well , i don’t have much competition here .❞ ❝  you here to finish me off , sweetheart ? ❞ ❝  i stand by what i said . do you want me to lie about it ? ❞ ❝  because i’m selfish . i’m a coward . ❞ ❝  you & me , we’re even . no more owed . you understand ? ❞ ❝  if we burn , you burn with us .❞ ❝  what ? do you find this distracting ? ❞ ❝  i can still rip your throat out .❞ ❝  where’s loverboy ? ❞ ❝  i’m the kind of girl who , when she might actually be of use , would run to stay alive and leave those who couldn’t follow to suffer and die .❞ ❝  the kisses have the opposite effect , of make my need greater . i thought i was something of an expert on hunger , but this is an entirely new kind . ❞ ❝  hope . hope is the only thing stronger than fear .❞ ❝  a spark could be enough to set them ablaze . ❞ ❝  kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there .❞ ❝  whatever breaks you .❞ ❝  i am in pain . that’s the only way i get your attention . ❞ ❝  i’m not going anywhere . i’m going to stay here and cause all kinds of trouble .❞ ❝  imagine thousands of your people , dead . your loved ones , gone . ❞ ❝  i hate being so alone .❞ ❝  don’t make me sorry i restarted your heart .❞ ❝  they will kill us .❞ ❝  you know , you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him .❞ ❝  please feel free to take this personally . ❞ ❝  at some point , you have to stop running & turn around and face whoever wants you dead .❞ ❝  aim higher in case you fall short .❞ ❝  some walks you have to take alone .❞ ❝  whatever breaks you .❞ ❝  well , you’re a piece of work , aren’t you ? ❞ ❝  isn’t it strange that i know you’d risk your life to save mine , but i don’t even know what your favorite color is ? ❞ ❝  you are my life .❞ ❝  i’m here to help you make an impression .❞ ❝  you have no idea . the effect you can have .❞ ❝  if desperate times call for desperate measures , then i am free to act as desperately as i wish .❞ ❝  so when did I become so special ? ❞ ❝  you’re not afraid i’ll kill you tonight ? ❞ ❝  technically , i am unarmed . but no one should underestimate the harm fingernails can do .❞ ❝  i doubt they’ll figure out our plan , since we can barely understand it ourselves .❞ ❝  mess with us & we’ll do something worse than kill you . we’ll kill your children .❞ ❝  you’re kind of squeamish for such a lethal person .❞ ❝  you’re not going to die . i forbid it . all right ? ❞ ❝  i thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other. ❞ ❝  closing my eyes doesn’t help . fire burns brighter in the darkness . ❞ ❝  jealousy is certainly involved . ❞ ❝  what is the worst pain ? to me , it’s always the pain that is present . ❞ ❝  i’ve been down by the stream collecting berries . would you care for some ? ❞ ❝  may the odds be ever in your favor .❞ ❝  what i need is the dandelion in the spring . the bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction . the promise that life can go on , no matter how bad our losses .❞ ❝  ____ ? maybe some pants ? ❞ ❝  i can’t tell what’s real anymore , & what’s made up . ❞ ❝  i knew you’d kiss me . ❞

[culturethatcounts]

I just love this movie so much. 

[mamcbird]

gingcrsunite‌:

starter for @mamcbird​ !!

today had not been the best day. her father was home when bev came home, and things were strained, to say the least. after dinner, the man had passed out in his chair, and bev had found a way to softly sneak out. she knew that once he was out, with this much booze, he was out like a light. so, she’d made her way over to the uris residence, as stan always said when he picked up the phone, and she knocked on the door. when it opened, bev bit the inside of her cheek and looked up at the woman in front of her. “mrs. uris! sorry i’m bothering you this late but - do you think I could maybe stay the night?”

the knock had been unexpected — it wasn’t the dead of night by any means but it was still late. past visiting hours, as don would put it. the sound had shocked her from where she was curled up at the corner of the couch, finishing up a movie that don had given up only a few minutes before, and she muted the television set before standing up and making her way to the door. her eyes glanced up at the stairs, wondering if don had heard it and would come to check but when no one appeared, she turned her eye to the peephole. beverly marsh was standing on her doorstep. 

the door was pulled open quickly and before andrea could even ask beverly if everything was alright, the little girl was apologizing for the late night visit and asking if she could stay the night. “you’re fine, honey— come on in,” she reassured her quietly, smiling softly at her and then turning her attention to the empty street— so many questions rushed through her mind but the first one that came out was, “does your dad know you’re here, bev?” 

[mamcbird]

kaspbraktm‌:

“ YEAH! Like, I was just on my usual walk, you know? Decided to mix it up a little, right? And, he was just there, arm around some girl’s waist! ” Eddie was FAR TOO EXCITED to spill this, especially to Stan’s mom of all people. He had already called up Richie, who definitely told Bev who will then surely tell Bill, and so on. “ I DON’T KNOW who the fu- sorry - heck she was. ”

“with an arm around her waist?” juicier than she had expected and eddie’s excitement was as always contagious and andrea had to lift a hand to cover the smile that wanted to break out over her face. after she got her expression under control, she dropped her hand and shook her head, the smile already twitching at the corners of her mouth again, “nice save.” part of her wondered where on earth these kids learned to curse the way she knew they did — from the little slips they made here and there — but she didn’t have to think hard : richie. she leaned to rest her chin in her hand and huffed a laugh, “well that little casanova— i can’t believe he hasn’t said anything to me yet!” 

[mamcbird]

personsuits‌:

@mamcbird​ poked the ♥ for a lyrics starter. Fleetwood Mac - Go Your Own Way

         “HOW CAN I ever change things that I feel?”

oh ben— with his sweet, tender heart. “do you want to change them?” she asks gently, “or are you asking because you think it might be... easier if you could?” 

[mamcbird]

ofmaine‌:

“Mom.” It was a single word, but it was enough to let her know that he didn’t what her to do anything. Henry’s dad was just as crazy as Henry was, and no amount of a parent confronting him was going to do anything. If anything, it would just make things worse. People like Henry Bowers never got what they deserved, and he along with the other Losers were sure to constantly get harassed by him and his gang. There would be taunts about telling ‘mommy’ or something along those lines before there would be fists. Stanley usually didn’t get hurt as much as Richie, or Eddie, even Ben nowadays (Bowers definitely hated Ben), so that was something.

The Losers were all becoming teenagers, and he didn’t need his mother to defend him, as much as he still wouldn’t mind. Of course, he wouldn’t be cool if he admitted liking his mother’s company.

“It’s not like he’s out there looking for us,” he said, probably lied, because Stan was sure Bowers spend quite a bit of time looking for them or at least specific Losers. “It’s just if we run into him.” That probably wouldn’t be very reassuring for a parent of a bullied kid, but it just slipped out. “It’s fine. You don’t have to do anything.” He just hoped she didn’t plan on ignoring everything he said and going to Butch Bowers.

“stan,” she echoed in an imitation of the tone he had used with her, though there was a little bit of playfulness in that tone—— okay, that tone said, i got it; i don’t like it but i got it. he couldn’t blame her for worrying. with everything that was going on in town over the last few months — the disappearances, the dead kids — the last thing she wanted stanley to worry about was some ( asshole ) jerk of a kid with a chip on his shoulder. 

the look she shot him spoke volumes to just how much she didn’t believe that for a second — it hadn’t even crossed her mind that henry bowers would be crazy enough to specifically target stan and his friends as opposed to just giving them trouble whenever he ran across them, but now... 

“word of advice? less is more when you’re lying,” she said, unable to stop from reaching over to brush a curl back from his forehead, a little knowing smile and pointed look shot his way. “but fine.” again: letting him grow up meant letting stanley handle things on his own— no matter how much she hated it, especially with this new idea of henry seeking the kids out. she would share her concerns with don and they’d go from there — don was always a little more... levelheaded when it came to the kids than she was.

she stood up and moved over to the refrigerator, pulling out a pitcher of iced tea and then turned to the cabinet and pulled out two glasses, “so, aside from henry bowers not seeking you guys out and getting ready for your bar mitzvah, how’s the summer turning out so far?” she peeked around the open refrigerator door with a warmer smile, “you getting up into any shenanigans?” as if stanley was capable of shenanigans.