undead flower.

amy dyer, the beautiful genius. ❝ do not go gentle into that good night. rage, rage against the dying of the light. ❞ indie in the flesh rp blog. ( pic source. )

[ideservetheguilt-blog]

AMY WANTS A MISTLETOE KISS aka me coming very late and not even bothering to look up the meme amy just wants a wee kiss from her BDFF

Send me ✵ to catch my muse under the mistletoe!

He hadn’t expected Amy to be at the Wilsons home when he dropped by but it wasn’t too much of a surprise when his BDFF was the one who answered the door either.

“Hi Amy,” He grinned, mumbling the greeting against her shoulder as he was bestowed their ritualistic embrace of friendship. 

“Mum told me t’ bring these over. Presents,” He lifted the bag that held Christmas gifts for Shirley and Philip. The fateful day was tomorrow and now that things in Roarton have been as calm as it had ever been, they were happy to celebrate the holidays like normal people again.

He’d just relinquished the bag to Amy when he happens to glance up at the mistletoe hanging overhead, “Oh, hang on.” He reaches out, holding unto her arms lightly to keep her facing his way, “I haven’t kissed anyone under these in ages. You get the honor of breakin’ the spell,” He laughs before pressing kisses to both of Amy’s cheeks.

[lackingheroics]

for mxregeous – amy proving she has a big heart.

(apologies for bad gif quality)

[wordsnquotes]

‘I’m not going to die,’ she said. ‘Not till I’ve seen it.’ ‘Seen what?’ Her smile widened. 'Everything.’

V.E. Schwab, A Darker Shade of Magic (via wordsnquotes)

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do not go gentle into that good night. rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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fraxdulentus:

       ❛ Heavens, what is it with you people… stop being so fucking cheerful! ❜

   “Okay, just -- tell me what’s wrong.”

[mxregeous]

fraxdulentus:

        ❛ It was created so people can recognise me, but I thought you know that already. ❜

   “Amazing, I wouldn’t have thought of that myself! -- What’s with the expression, though? You seem like someone keeps raining on your parade.”

[mxregeous]

fraxdulentus:

         and I know no one could possibly date or fall in love with someone like me.

   “what’s that face for, handsome?”

[jemswalker]

in the flesh aesthetics // amy dyer 

[we-are-sambakja]

Kieren Walker  × Amy Dyer | B D F F

[mxregeous]

   “I miss the, uh, midnight snacks.”

          Of course, it wasn’t often she got asked about her state of           being, so naturally, she said the first thing to come to her.           An honest one, really. It was with certain grief that she re-           collected the taste of caramel in her mouth, the way warm           cocoa would radiate the heat in her throat.    If she were to           change one thing about all this, it would be the eating. She           had nothing against sheep brains but   –  they could never           beat a cup of hot chocolate in her eyes.  Or a well-cooked           pasta. Or a pack of spicy crisps.  Or a good old Mars bar.

[mxregeous]

the fact that there are active itf blogs once more makes amy v happy even though i am very nervous about approaching people and also once more feel like i don’t do her justice

[purplebuddhaproject]

It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days… Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me…So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly my darling…

Aldous Huxley, Island (via disintegratiing)

[mxregeous]

sempiternalcadence:

“It was not a true death. Your soul… it was in a stasis. You are alive, yes and you emerged from that state of suspended animation. Like butterflies. Bloody butterflies but blood is the cost of life. I learned that lesson long ago,” he smiles faintly but there’s a chronic sadness in his gaze. Only rarely does it leave, but even now as he does his best to speak pleasantly it is there. The eyes, it’s always in the eyes, showing his age -showing a heart that hasn’t learned to mend itself. 

“I think you are right. Humanity is as varied as it is vast. Peace is not an easy thing. Memories are long and some wounds are deep but the world changes. People grow. Humans, all of you, are so beautiful. Every fault is outweighed by a virtue. It is good to meet someone with such faith,” and his smile widens a bit. He’s warmer, softer somehow like her words are secrets he can steal away and keep with him for a rainy day. He offers her a hand, his green sweater bunching around his shoulder with the movement and he instantly wants to push it back down but handshaking is polite and customary (in so much as he has read). “My name is Remiel. It’s a delight to make you acquaintance.” 

   The longer he speaks, the more charmed she seems by his words. Like a small undead deer lured towards the edge of the forest, like a grey mouse peering out from the mousehole, curious and somewhat comforted by the subtle music that the other’s voice carries. She has to admit, she has not heard anyone speaking so outside of the League, with words so carefully chosen and threaded, nor with such understanding for her condition. The feeling that she can trust this man comes from nowhere, but somehow she feels it is justified. Somehow she feels there is nothing to worry about.

   When he offers her his hand, she smiles again, too, once more recalling this politeness one such as her sometimes struggled to come across in the streets at the moment. Her hand is cold, skin like paper, but it holds a certain strenght when she presses his. She holds onto it, a second longer than necessary, her eyes finally getting the chance to see his up close. He’s hurting, she can tell. But again, she that is not something he would want to talk about. Her eyes avert, she steps back. After, she dares to look up again, smile. “Amy. -- It is a pleasure, too. You speak like a book, my friend.”

[mxregeous]

i have a serious problem which is listening to coldplay’s paradise making me emotional about amy because it is such an amy song i will cry you a river

[merthuriscanon]

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merthuriscanon:

Amy Dyer in every episode - Series One Episode Two

“Last thought I remember thinking was just that it was so… unfair. I’d been benched before I’d even got to play the game.”

[wordsnquotes]

She is proud, she is struggling with herself; but kind, charming, generous.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov  (via wordsnquotes)

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