* WINTER WEATHER

personification of an english winter as experienced by bee  /  hiatus

[chasingjustiicearchive-deactiva]

This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergarten”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction

[lifeinpoetry]

before God co-opted this phrase that raises so many hands in the name of violent

justice, it more truly meant

“Only one eye for one eye.” It was never about wreckage or revenge. It always was about minimizing loss.

— Emily Paige Wilson, from “To the Woman Who Trolled Me on Twitter about Title IX,” published in Rabid Oak

[bnmxfld]

[hectcr-deactivated20190719]

We were having a “feelin myself” kind of day

[justhurtingalot]

Isn’t it weird how you can actually feel the pain in your chest and stomach when something really hurts your feelings

[midwintcr-blog]

❛ Is there anything you can’t do with that tongue? ❜

nsfw starters        //        @broomobsessed        //        accepting!

i grin into the supple flesh of oliver’s thighs. there’s many things my tongue can’t do , i never mastered the rolling of my r’s or how to tie a cherry stem with no hands. but here , buried in pelts and placed a front this adonis like figure my tongue has no limits. it laps , rolls , caresses ( SOFT KISSED TOO HEATED FOR MY COLD EXTERIOR LITTER OLIVER’S BODY AS HE WRITHES BENEATH ME ). trying to keep my well earned reputation , i am a trickster first and foremost ; icy and distant and… i nip at the base of his buttock before whispering a biting remark into the soft skin there.            

                    “ you should know by now dear oliver that my tongue is my greatest weapon… i mean it’s brought you to your knees in a matter of minutes has it not? ”    with that i bury my head between the crux of oliver’s legs , determined to prove my point.

[bob-belcher]

[lifeinpoetry]

I have my own hurts to nurse. / I have so briefly to be beautiful.

Emily Paige Wilson, from “A Doctor Tires of Her Patient,” published in The Boiler (via lifeinpoetry)

[midwintcr-blog]

your description has me intrigued, could you explain your muse just a little big more?!

ask about vale!!          //          anonymous          //          always accepting

okay so!!! i’m not sure how to best explain vale / his creation because ( as is usually the case with my ocs ) i made him in a fit of passion at 1am. BUT , i will try my best to explain who and what he is through my eyes.

vale is a human, though supernaturally inclined. his parents were both practitioners of witchcraft and were fascinated by linking a person to a specific time and place. vale’s mother was the one interested in time , whereas his father was intrigued by nature. when they started practicing their magic it was usually on woodland creatures, a sort of “can we bind this fawn to the spring so it is always young?” situation. eventually they wanted to go more ambitious. they wanted to bind a human life to a period in time. so! of course they did what any loving parents would do and decided to bind their son ( vale ) to the winter. 

their spell worked and at age nine vale became entrapped in an eternal winter. his parents however were not. as such they essentially ‘lost’ their son for 8 out of 12 months of the year ( think persephone in the underworld except vale can only be seen during the 4 winter months ) and vale lived with very little contact with his family or the outside world. as a result of his entrapment vale has very bad social skills and can be quite cold towards people he does not know. he also ages at a slower rate.

honestly this is a very rushed and unfinished biography, there’s a fair few details i haven’t yet finalized / factored in but yeah!!!

tl ; dr: vale is a human with supernatural powers entrapped within a bubble of time and that time is midwinter.

[lllllll-lllllll]

[vaememes]

* soft  smut  sentence  starters .

❛ That teabag was actually better the second time around. ❜

❛ The landscapers are coming over today to trim the bush. ❜

❛ We’ve got to make it quick, shouldn’t be a problem for you. ❜

❛ We don’t have to go all the way, just midway. ❜

❛ I wasn’t expecting you to go there. ❜

❛ Sex Rules, I pity the fools who realize to late. ❜

❛ There’s nothing wrong with a bit of tease before. ❜

❛ Maybe I’d rather take my time. ❜

❛ Slow and steady, there. ❜

❛ What’s your rush? ❜

❛ What’s the big hurry? We’ve got plenty of time to play. ❜

❛ You always manage to make it seem better every time. ❜

❛ What did you have in mind now? ❜

❛ I just wanted a taste. ❜

❛ There’s a place I’ll let you go that you haven’t been yet. ❜

❛ Maybe you could stay a little afterwards? I don’t like being alone. ❜

❛ Let’s see what you’re working with. ❜

❛ That’s a nice color on you, bet it’d look better off of you though. ❜

❛ What? You mean to tell me you didn’t come here to just cuddle? ❜

❛ I’ve got something in mind you might like. ❜

❛ I could show you instead. ❜

❛ Come here, give me a kiss. ❜

❛ I just wanted some time alone with you.. to do this.. ❜

❛ I’m going to run a shower, you can watch but you can’t join. ❜

❛ Is there anything you can’t do with that tongue? ❜

❛ A hug could easily turn into something more if you allow it. ❜

❛ I love that thing you do when we kiss. ❜

❛ You know exactly what to do and know exactly what I want. ❜

❛ I’ve always had a thing for you and I see why now. ❜

❛ You really do know how to keep it interesting. ❜

❛ Maybe we just take our sweet little time, make it last. ❜

❛ I don’t want to go fast. I want to go slow. ❜

❛ I’m ready, if you are. ❜

❛ Just gently going to do this.. ❜

❛ Shhh … Kiss me .. ❜

❛ You’re trembling … are you sure you’re okay? ❜

❛ Even at your slowest, I’m still at my weakest. ❜

❛ Could you, could we, maybe go a little slower?  ❜

❛ I want to show you something. ❜

❛ Are you going to just keep staring or are you going to come touch? ❜

❛ I have a great idea for us, something you’ll enjoy. ❜

❛ You can still look while you touch. ❜

[maurawrites]

Nick Robinson in ‘The 5th Wave’

[adrenaline]

by Collin McAdoo

[poeticque]

An annotated book carries the presence of others. They bring your attention to specific things, to their views, to what they managed to feel from it. I can think of few intimacies like that, sharing what encountered others, what was felt.

[jacquellinejoy]

[midwintcr-blog]

* MUSE AESTHETIC ;  repost, don’t reblog.

TAGGED BY: no-one cause i’m a dirty dirty thief!

TAGGING: i’m encouraging you to steal from me

the softest palms that never want to touch you until after a bottle of wine. ╱  “ just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl. ” ╱ pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. ╱ “ you’ll get it done before the day is up. ” ╱ guilt that isn’t yours to have. ╱ it’s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town. ╱ chains. ╱ “ how could you do this to me? ” ╱ the sharp sting of guilt. ╱ you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite. ╱ the family you never had. ╱ falling backwards through time.╱quicksand. ╱ drowning, but you don’t save yourself. ╱ “ you’re getting better. ” ╱ “ they smile like a snake. ” ╱ you’re the stars and the sky. ╱ there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to. ╱ they are your wings, there’s no doubt there. ╱ “ let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly. ” ╱ you edge a bit too close to the sun. ╱another ghost to take your place after every stumble. ╱ deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun.

rock candy melting in water. ╱ waves rise and leave the foam behind. ╱ the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually. ╱ happiness is the best front a man can take. ╱ “ i’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you before. ” ╱ you disagree; they’re more beautiful. ╱ discomfort at the tiniest of touches. ╱ the sky opens up when you see them.╱ rain comes down. ╱ poppy fields. ╱ your sanity hanging by a thread. ╱ “ oh god, what have you done? ” ╱ roommates weren’t supposed to be the smartest ones of all. ╱ they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. ╱ you try to help, but it only got worse. ╱ now they’re dead, it’s all your fault. ╱ adam & eve in the garden. ╱ a temptress in crisp button-downs. ╱ “ fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you? ”╱ they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. ╱ the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre. ╱ sugar and spice and a taste for the dark side.

yves saint laurent ╱ black opium on your pillow, a scented cloud drifting behind you like a cape. ╱ crisp green apples piled up on the table. ╱ your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. ╱ what a pretty one, they say. ╱ you laugh without humor. ╱ a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest. ╱ there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. ╱ the seat of power fits like a glove. ╱ heavy is the head that wears the crown. ╱ you share a space, but not a mind. ╱ they think you are weak; you are, maybe. ╱ “ what are you going to do with all of these pills? ” ╱ an empty bird’s nest. ╱ broken pencil tips. ╱ there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill. ╱ “ we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that. ” ╱ “ they weren’t there when it happened. ”

corruption. ╱ there’s a red string tying you together. ╱ the scent of whiskey on the horizon. ╱ “ you’re the best friend i’ve ever had. ” ╱ pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy. ╱ 99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky. ╱ you try to lift your head up, but it’s so much effort. ╱ always walking on sunshine. ╱ there’s a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you can’t be bothered. ╱ hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile. ╱ you drift, but you know where you’re going. ╱ no one has any dirt on you because you’re infinitely spotless. ╱ the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine. ╱court hearings. ╱ “ I miss you. ” ╱ siblings are a funny thing. ╱ they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece. ╱ blackbird screaming ╱ wake in nightmares ╱ are you an illusion? ╱ i don’t feel real. ╱ who is in control?

[etherealspectre]

midwintcr·:

                    “ there’s no place for you here spirit , make your reason for being here known or i will have to banish you. ”        //        @spectretm

A  MOMENT  OF  HESITATION ,  interrupted   only   by   a   smile    (  you’ve   got   her   amused !  )             ❛     banish   me ?   well ,   I   promise  I’m   no   poltergeist ,  so   there’s   no   need   for   all   that ,   ❜             she   pauses ,   +   brows   raise ,             ❛     — can’t   a   girl   just   say   hello ?   ❜            

[midwintcr-blog]

                    “ poltergeist or no your greetings are disrupting my peace and unless you make yourself useful or prove to be entertaining I would quite like to have my peace BACK. ”     i am not usually so aggressive with those who slip from the beyond. mother taught me to have respect , be cautious , this world and life are not my own but are loan to me and the beyond will make sure i know that. but i don’t think of her in this moment , instead i think of the book balanced on my seat. i wish to be reading it , not talking.