"Qui Vivra Verra."

The People will always rise, even when their government fails." Written by Rune || Read About and Guidelines

[montantaudessus]

OoR;;

THIS MUN HAD THE BEST ST. GEORGE’S DAY EVER.

[madeline-kahn]

The Light Between Oceans (2016) dir. Derek Cianfrance

[historical-rp-memes]

{ Put a rumour about another character in my inbox and my character will react to it }

[batgrabbed]

HEATHERS THE MUSICAL LYRIC STARTERS.

I believe I’m a good person.

I think there’s good in everyone.

I look around at all these people I’ve known all my life and I ask myself… what happened?

This ain’t no high school, this is the Thunderdome.

Hold your breath and count the days.

We’re graduating soon.

College will be paradise.

I know life can be beautiful.

If we/I changed back then, we/I could change again.

Hey, are you okay?

Things will get better.

Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze.

What did you say to me, skank?

We were kind before, we can be kind once more.

We on for movie night?

What can I say? I’m a sucker for a happy ending.

He is the smartest guy on the football team, which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.

I’m sorry, are you actually talking to me?

You’re a high school has-been waiting to happen.

Why do they/you hate me?

Why don’t I/you fight back?

Why do I/you act like such a creep? 

Why do I cry myself to sleep?

Send me a sign, God!

She is a mythic bitch.

I would give anything to be like that.

Maybe you should see a doctor.

For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure.

You could stand to lose a few pounds.

I don’t want any trouble.

Don’t you dare touch me!

Who could survive this?

I think I’m dying.

Are we gonna have a problem? You got a bone to pick?

I’d normally slap your face off and everyone here could watch, but I’m feeling nice.

If you lack the balls, you can go play dolls.

You just gotta prove you’re not a pussy anymore.

Why when you see boys fight does it look so horrible yet feel so right?

I shouldn’t watch this crap, that’s not who I am.

Could you be seen with me and still act proud?

It’s fine if you don’t agree.

I would fight for you if you would fight for me.

Happiness comes when everythings numbs.

The world doesn’t owe you a cent.

You’re planning your future, ____. You’ll go to some college and marry a lawyer.

The sky’s gonna hurt when it falls, so you better start building some walls.

Drink, smoke, it’s all cool.

Let’s get naked in my pool.

Let’s rub each other’s backs while watching porn on Cinemax.

It’s time for big fun!

So wait, it’s lime, then salt, then shot?

You’re doing it wrong!

You’re looking good tonight!

Woah, a hot guy/girl smiled at me without a trace of mockery!

Stoned. Zoned. I should quit.

Hey, is that weed? I want a hit.

I’m not afraid.

I feel like Bono at Live Aid!

Way to show maturity!

Quit it jackass, get off of me!

I didn’t need your help.

You need a jello shot!

I can’t believe you actually came.

It’s exciting, right?

Showing up here took some guts.

Why do you gotta be so weird all the time? People wouldn’t hate you so much if you acted normal.

There’s no alcohol in here! Are you trying to poison me?

I’m in your yard.

I’m a dead girl/man walking.

What’re you doing in my room?

Sorry, but I really had to wake you.

I decided I must ride you till I break you.

Tonight I’m yours.

Lets go, you know the drill.

I’m hot and pissed and on the pill.

You say you’re numb inside but I can’t agree.

So the world’s unfair, keep it locked out there.

How’d you find my address?

Let’s break the bed!

I think you tore my mattress!

Believe it or not, I knew about fear.

I hid behind smiles and crazy hot clothes.

The world, it held me down, it weighed like a concrete prom queen/king crown.

No one thinks a pretty girl/boy has feelings.

No one sees the me inside of me.

Jesus, you’re making me sound like Air Supply.

No one thinks a pretty girl/boy has substance. That’s the curse of popularity.

I am more than just a source of handjobs.

Call me when the shuttle lands.

I weep for all I failed to be.

You’re very quiet. What’s on your mind?

I’m bigger than John Lennon!

You got a left hand? Use it.

Don’t talk mean like that.

You make my balls so blue.

You are the only thing that’s right about this broken world.

I was a frozen lake, but then you melted me awake.

You’re not alone.

Our love is God.

We can start and finish wars, We’re what killed the dinosaurs.

I worship you.

I’d trade my life for yours.

I was hoping you’d rip my clothes off me, sport.

Ger off the fence! Get off the damn fence!

I don’t understand.

Stop being a dick!

What does that mean?

What the fuck have you done?!

My teen angst bullshit has a body count.

I can’t believe that you still refuse to get a clue, after all that we been through.

Fine, we’re damaged, really damaged but that does not make us wise.

We’re not special, we’re not different.

Don’t you want a life with me?

If you could let me in I could be good with you.

Don’t stop looking in my eyes.

I wanna be with you.

Hold me tighter. Even closer.

I’ll stay if I’m what you choose.

You’re the one I choose.

Deep inside of everyone, there’s a hot ball of shame.

Everyday’s a battlefield when pride’s on the line.

Our love can knock our walls down.

Tried to change the world, barely made a dent.

I have struggled with despair.

I prayed, but God’s not there.

There’s nowhere to hide.

You don’t deserve to live.

You’re pathetic because you whine!

You’re gonna die alone.

We’re all grown up and we know better.

I believe any dream worth having is a dream that should not have to end.

Oh my God. Is she/he dead?

Keep it together.

I’m so sorry.

Where have you been?

You wouldn’t understand.

You don’t know what my world looks like!

Sorry to come through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know.

You chucked me out like I was trash!

You left me and I fell apart.

You changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside.

I was meant to be yours.

Don’t give up on me now.

Society churns out slaves and blanks. No thanks.

Open the door, please.’

Please, can we not fight anymore?

You’re scared, I’ve been there.

Don’t make me come in there!

No one here deserves to die except for me.

I wish your mom/dad had been a little stronger. I wish she/he stayed around a little longer.

I wish your dad/mom were good.

I wish we met before they convinced you life is war.

I am damaged, far too damaged.

You’re not beyond repair.

You look like hell.

Hey! What are you doing?!

I miss you.

I’d be honored if you’d let me be your friend.

If no one loves me now, some day somebody will.

One day we’ll change the world, but let’s kick back tonight.

[lcfou]

@bittenfool

[montantaudessus]

starlightstirrups:

     He grew quickly, shooting up to six like a weed in the sunshine, and there was still more growing to do. “It’s me.” He had the instinct to hug her but he held off, not sure what would be appropriate, instead, Eli extended a hand to her. “Am I supposed to kiss your cheeks or somethin’?”

“Do you truly not know how to speak to me now, boy?”  She asked, laughing at his question.  So much taller than she now.  Slowly, she took both of his hands in her own, and pulled him in to a hug, “We are not strangers, you and I.”

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offrailty:

his arms stretch up to meet her, briefly hugging her neck before his fingers ( not chubby, but thin && svelte ) begin running through her locks. a laugh, bubbling like a crystalline stream, is muffled into her shoulder, && he beams with joy at the gentle affection. he is far from starved for the attention, but it is beyond appreciated. ❝—- yes, madame. ❞

a single look at the boy conveys the fact that he is ill. his hollow cheeks lack the warmth that his sister possesses; if he were placed next to the madame royale no one would believe in their relation. where she was flushed && cherubic, he was thin && pale, in addition to her possession of their mother’s features while he had taken more after louis. what he lacks in babyish hallmark, though, he makes up for in personality. bubbly && cheerful despite the life seeping from his body, the only exception to his positivity are his attacks of paranoia. several times he has accused his nannies && doctors of attempting to purposefully take his life, but never once has he questioned his dear emilie.

tired eyes shine with adoration as joseph looks up at his mother figure, && he places a gentle kiss at the tip of her nose. ❝—- thank you for walking with me. i’m sorry i couldn’t stay on my feet longer. ❞

She cannot help but let her own lithe fingers trace stark cheeks and a jaw that threatens to be strong if he can reach age.  How could she do anything but adore him?  How could she do anything but love her darling Joseph?  Especially with that sweet kiss to her nose?  Her laugh was bright, full of warmth and adoration as she scooped him closer still, in to her warmth, as though she could give it to him.  God, but she would give him all of her own eternity if she could.   Holding him closer still, she kissed his head again.

“Never apologize for your limitations, my dearest love.  You need not ever.  You are as you are, and I will love you all the same.”  She would never find fault with him for growing too weary.  As they continued their walk, she began to idle towards the stables, a place she knew he would find joy.  Ah, and if she could find a way....she would put him on horse in front of her and let him ride with her, “Would you like to go see the horses, Joseph?”

[montantaudessus]

starlightstirrups:

@montantaudessus

     “Long time no see.”

Ah, but his face was familiar as her own but...was it truly?  Could it be? “...You have grown so much...I almost did not know you.”

[naragun-deactivated20161113]

I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.

[starlightstirrups]

Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys. ‘Cos they’ll never stay home and they’re always alone. Even with someone they love.

[montantaudessus]

offrailty:

@montantaudessus liked ★

joseph leans heavily into emilie as they ambled through the gardens together, tiny hands grasping at her skirt. she has been there since the moment of his birth, an ever-present force in his life so much like a mother to him that he has started addressing her as such.

❝—- maman? ❞ he gently pulls on the fabric, head tilted back to look up at her. even after joseph knows he has her attention he stays quiet, too nervous of the coming request. bright eyes flicker down to his feet again for a few seconds, then his gaze returns to her face. ❝—- would you please carry me? ❞ he asks the question with great care, not wanting to upset her with his neediness. it’s just that his limp has grown painful, the medication that he had taken before they had set out having started to wear off, && his lungs are worn from his shallow, shaky breaths. truly, he wouldn’t ask for the assistance if he didn’t feel he needed it.

If anyone truly knew the woman, it would be Joseph.  The boy was dear to her as her own child might be, had she ever had one.  A woman never married, nor with any of her own, the sons and daughters of France meant more to her than anyone could know...and this boy.  This boy was the one that had yet been closest too her heart.  The walk had been for his health, the sunlight and warmth, the sweet fragrance of garden flowers, something to give the boy peace in an otherwise turbulent life.

Since the day he was born, she’d been with him, a caretaker and mother-figure.  Lost in her thought, she almost didn’t hear him, though the tug on her skirt certainly drew her attention.  Looking down at that sweet face, she tipped her head aside, taking note of his appearance.  The limp seemed to be troubling him, and his breath, “Ah, my little love...” Her voice was soft and loving, arms reaching down to encircle him, drawing him up so he straddled her hip, hold secure, “Of course.  You need only ask such things.”  Her lips brushed his brow, gently, “Are you enjoying your time outdoors?”

[yeahniall]

anonymously tell me your honest opinion about me

[alannasroleplaymemes-moved]

Send me a 💗 and I’ll talk about the relationship our Muses have.

Optional (up to Mun, specifiy in tags): If our Muses haven’t interacted, I’ll talk about the relationship they could or may have.

[miercna-blog]

                                Cymru am byth, un a phob

                                                                 ( promo graphic by @miercna )

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vykraznar:

“Oh, I was just wondering how the lady is doing, that’s all.” Andrei finally looked at her, bitter thoughts invading his mind. Truth be told, he didn’t care how her country was doing, he just needed an excuse not to talk about things, the things between them.  “You’re still beautiful as I remember.”

The awful part was that despite all she could hate him...he did feel..something for her.  As he called her beautiful, she could not help but let her eyes move to look at him.  He was beautiful as well, and she let her gaze rove over the curve of cheek and jaw, “....I could say much the same, Andrei...Still as lovely...”  After a moment, her hand slipped out to touch his, bringing that twinge of pain back...

[vaultbb-blog]

Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?

I am a baby and need reassurance that I’m not being too pushy by asking

[montantaudessus]

vykraznar:

“Would you like anything? Vodka?” A soft, sad grin appeared on his face. Not waiting for the answer, he decided to pour her a glass. “So, how are things? Politically speaking, I mean there’s nothing more to talk about now is there?” 

Her heart thudded dully in her chest, reminding her of the unpleasantness that had happened when last she was here.  Anger, raised voices, blows struck, “...Thank you.”  The drink was accepted, she taking a mouthful and swallowing quickly, shuddering at the taste.  Not her favourite.  She preferred wine, “...Do we really need to discuss the political situation of my country, Andrei?  That is not...”  It wasn’t a subject she enjoyed talking about.  She would rather talk to him....about this...or...something else... “We are well.  They still are anxious about me, but we are working with one another...”

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vykraznar:

“But you’re here…” Andrei muttered, avoiding looking at her face. It would have been easier if they could have stayed away from each other, but no, the attempts always failed, it was hopeless.It felt like the history between them was laughing at his face. “I thought you’re never coming back to be honest.” He kept muttering,still looking at the floor. “Sit down.”

The soft demand would normally have been met with anger and opposition.  Instead, the woman moved to the chair at his side, slowly moving, settling herself elegantly upon it.  She wished, somewhere behind the anxiety and pain, that he would look at her, those eyes roving over his face for a moment, “...And so I am here...”