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             —————————are YOU a believer ?

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Bellamy  DONT YOU DARE TOUCH MY PRINCESS   Blake (ง’̀-‘́)ง

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STEFAN SALVATORE  ｡ ° ･ ★  katerina petrova

       the way she speaks — it’s as if katherine, in all of her five hundred plus years of being vampire, was never taught how to take a damn hint.         ❛  the PROBLEM here  katherine is a pretty simple one. i hate you.❜      the words are harsh, possibly harsher than necessary, but she’s caught him in a mood, one that would prompt damon to make some smart ass comment about how he missed catching his rabbit that day or something to that degree.            ❛  i’ll admit, there was a time i thought that i loved you, but it turned out that was a lie just like whatever this show you’re putting on is. go perform it for my brother. ❜

          ❛  oh stefan...   ❜   there’s no edge to her tone, even in the face of his harsh one. katherine has long since become immune to the bite of words attempting to dissuade her from the things that she wants.

         instead, she steps even closer, her eyes never leaving his face, a hand reaching up to trace against one cheekbone with ghosting fingertips.     ❛  hate is such a strong word, you know. and passion can present itself in a confusing way.   ❜     in a flash she’s close enough that there’s barely any space between them, and her gaze hesitates on his lips for a moment before she peers up at him, doe-eyed, as though the most innocent girl in the world. 

         ❛  when will you realize that your love was never a lie, stefan ?  it was always real. once you come to understand that, we can be together again.   ❜      a sweet smile lifts the corner of her lips.     ❛  i know we will be together again.   ❜

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Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

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NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY  ––––  THEN WE SHALL BE SILVER. 

ind. multi-muse feat characters from ouat, star wars & man from uncle. by bren. 

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Congratulations, you have survived the war. Now live with the trauma.

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HENRY MILLS   ｡ ° ･ ★  emma swan

There was no way - he knew - that he’d get the tiger. Not that he really wanted one but it was fun to see what he could get his mom ( or at least one of them ) to say yes to. Sadly, neither one took to the tiger. Fun while it lasted it was now to move on to something else. A dog conversation wasn’t a bad idea even if it was no dire wolf. 

Perhaps he should stop trying to live by most of the fairy tales.  If anything he should consider a house cat at best. 

“ We have the animal shelter, though I can’t tell you for sure what they have there, let alone if they are actual animals or they were once people – on second thought, let’s forgo the pet idea for now. I wouldn’t want to take home a dog only to find out that they’re not supposed to be a dog.”

the alarm on her face was clear at the mention of animals that were once people. somehow emma had managed to find herself in a place in which this was a real fear ------taking home a pet just to find out it was a woman once? no, she would very much not like to be put in that situation. it might have been something she should have thought of, but she was grateful to henry for coming up with the very real possibility, and emma shook her head.   

❛  no, you’re right, that would be ---very bad, to say the least.   ❜ 

taking a deep breath she leaned back against the counter, arms folded across her chest.   ❛  why don’t we figure out something a little less unpredictable ?   ❜     she offered a shrug and then a small smile began to work its way onto her lips.    ❛   how about --- what to do for dinner ?    ❜ 

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JUST ELIJAH  ｡ ° ･ ★  buffy summers

          ❛  — yes, something like that. ❜    the honorable one, it was still amusing to elijah how that moniker had followed him through all of the centuries, it was a fallacy of course, but he allowed the name to live on because he;d discovered that it would have made him seem more trustworthy, and that was something he’d rather enjoyed.             ❛  just… elijah, please. ❜      as far as SLAYERS went, this one had been to hell and back, though apparently not in the literal sense, but what elijah knew in detail was simply through the grapevine. vampires loved to talk, especially when a little compulsion went a long way. still, in comparison to the slayers of years past, he’s uncertain if he should be impressed or not, but she’s still standing and that says a lot more than it would generally let on.       it’s the tirade of questions to follow and elijah was prepared for every one of them but some of the answers that he had risked posing more questions. instead of answering with any promptness, however, he picks up his cup of tea and takes a long, much needed sip of it before letting a sigh slip out to savor the taste and the warmth that coats his throat. it’s a human delicacy, one that he’s grown fairly attached to over the years, but he finds himself incapable of enjoying it with all of the yapping in front of him.         ❛  we don’t know her name, but i’m certain that she is a slayer, the human was some girl my brother had grown fond of, the name is unimportant, she would run with vampires, so to speak, so perhaps that’s why she thought that the girl was one of them. we don’t know and haven’t had the chance to find out ourselves. i’m telling you this out of courtesy, however. i would much rather you find the girl before my brother does. the unnecessary violence will only draw more unwanted attention here. ❜

❛  fine ------just elijah.   ❜

         the humor is gone and she’s interested in getting right down to business. if an original vampire is convinced that one of her slayers  (  not that they belong to her, but she gave them the power they’d received --- or rather given it to them sooner -- so buffy feels kind of accountable for their actions  )  is responsible for the death of a human, she figures she might as well listen to what he has to say.

        now, her interest is piqued. the dead chick is a vampire groupie --- that changes things. not that buffy is judging, per se, she would be pretty hypocritical considering her very vamp-centric relationship history. but at least for the time being, she’s not on trial for her taste in men, and they can just casually leave those details by the wayside.    ❛  what makes you so certain ?   ❜   it’s not accusatory, merely curious, but she leans in a bit --- unintentionally, for the most part --- brows pulling together to accompany the frown tugging at her lips.     ❛  how do you know one of the vampires she’d been hanging around with didn’t just get tired of her and want to get rid of her ?   ❜     of course, normally if a vampire were to kill a human, they’d be drained. even if buffy was going to imagine a clever vampire, trying to frame a slayer, she can’t see them being able to resist a warm meal.

       a sigh, and she tilts her head, as if seeing him for the first time.    ❛  so, you came here out of courtesy to talk to a vampire slayer so that your brother --- i’m guessing you’re referring to the psycho one------   ❜     eyes widen as she realizes what she’d said, and buffy’s face contorts into a cringe.     ❛  ------no offense, just what we’ve heard. anyway don’t you guys hate slayers ?  why on earth would you want to protect us from him ?  not that i don’t appreciate the courtesy, that is.  ❜   the last part added on hastily, as she worries she’s digging herself an even deeper hole the more she talks, and buffy makes a show of drinking from her cup finally, as if to hide her face.

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NEWTON  ｡ ° ･ ★  dana scully

“Yes, it really isn’t as if I could deny that.” He let the air sit; it was heavy, and thick, but better than to continue with this subject matter. The trajectory of this conversation would have to change. He’d never had a thick skin, but, now, more than ever, Tommy couldn’t sustain, endure, talk of loneliness. But he could tilt his head, and give a smile, if a small one, and continue, the dullness and distance to his voice left aside. “Maybe.” Slow reiteration. His hands dropped to his pockets. That overcoat was choking him. Evening, and the sun scraped the life from the ground. Damn this place. Fuck it. He must have looked paranoid.

Ms. Scully didn’t seem uncomfortable. He did feel the weather more acutely than most. “Acutely” wasn’t the right word. It wasn’t a stab but an ache. In these conditions he struggled to feel his whole body. It all served to disconnect him. The heat, and the talk of loneliness. “Maybe”, muttered. “Yes.” A quiet shuffle, turning to pace about the slim space they shared. And sharply he turned his head, his jaw chafing the shoulder of his coat, and full of the promise of escape, for once he met her eyes. “Would you perhaps care for a coffee, Ms. Scully?” He didn’t need to explain. She might well not, but she must have noticed his discomfort, his need for shelter.

❛  sorry, i just------   ❜   she can feel the shift, the discomfort in the air and can see the flash over his features so briefly and almost as though it hadn’t happened at all. she hadn’t gotten to where she is today --- even if some would consider it a fall from grace, of sorts --- without being more perceptive than most, and she shakes her head, shaking away the topic as though it had been nothing at all, just a passing thought carried off on the wind.    ❛  ------i get carried away sometimes, i don’t mean to bore you with my troubles.   ❜

her smile appears, then, eyes a bit brighter at the offer, and she nods.   ❛  i would love a coffee.   ❜   it seems as though all at once the need for caffeine bears down on her. where before she’d felt perfectly content, all of a sudden the lethargy began to drag her down like it had been pulling on her bones all along.  ❛  but please, call me dana.   ❜   she doesn’t really know why she offers her first name. perhaps a small peace offering after so obviously making him feel uncomfortable. whatever the cause, it has been laid out on the table now, and she wouldn’t be able to take it back even if she were willing. there’s the slightest lift of one shoulder in a shrug, and though it falters momentarily, her smile returns warmly shortly thereafter.

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JEFFERSON  ｡ ° ･ ★  emma swan

          he’s picking apart the pieces one by one, throwing the useless to the side — holding onto what he believes is necessary dear. within a moment, his hand twitches in a weak attempt to reach out for her, but it falls limp at his side again before the other buries itself in his hair. he wants to turn away, pace around the room and express his thoughts out loud, but he’d learned that this was not something he needed to do in front of emma. he worried it would scare her away.         it was her hands on his face that snapped his attention.         ❛  emma i don’t know the answer to that. ❜ his response is honest, yet sharp as his eyes fall shut and his hands shift to cover her own.  ❛  ——- the last time, we saw it coming, physically watched as the curse took over everything, or… ❜ he shrugged weakly,  ❛  i wasn’t. i was buried in trying to make a damn hat. ❜ he wanted to believe her positivity, he wanted to drink it in as if it was some magical elixer to make the racing of his heart take a break, but it was irking him much like a slow riding poison.         ❛  honestly EMMA, i don’t know what to do, i mean  ❜ the response seems logical enough by his standards,  ❛  i can’t think of what else someone would want with a hat, especially one of mine… especially since… well,  ❜ another pause so that he can take a breath and he leans in just close enough to rest his forehead against hers. he won’t say it aloud — but he NEEDS this strange level of stability.  ❛  that hat should have been DESTROYED when it entered the portal in the first place. ❜

          he’s still struggling between reality and fantasy, and she can see it almost as if it’s written across his face in clear thick lettering. all emma can do is offer whatever comfort she knows how, and hope that it will help to ease his frustration, his anxiety over what might be true, and his own fears.

        her thumbs trace small circles over his skin as she listens ------ really listens ------ to his words, his worries, his confusion. her jaw clenches as she considers the possibility that someone else would be trying to use his hat.     ❛  but --- maybe --- if someone has it and is trying to use it, maybe it isn’t for any evil plot. maybe it’s someone just wanting to go home.   ❜     of course, regina had been adamant about the fact that their previous home was no longer, and emma didn’t know the consequences of someone attempting to enter a place that had been wiped from reality. she sighs.

          ❛  you believed in me once, when no one but henry did, when even i didn’t.   ❜    her hands drop from his face to take his in her grasp, and she offers a small smile, something she hopes will be comforting --- if only a little bit.     ❛  believe in me now, that i will do whatever i can to get to the bottom of it. okay ?   ❜

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confidence is not a dirty word

while we sit around and try to promote positivity on this site, i tend to see an awful lot of negative responses to people who are confident in their writing. contrary to popular belief, it is not a requirement of tumblr rp to be insecure, and while i understand that many people are, that doesn’t mean those who aren’t are assholes or pretentious or full of themselves. how can one promote positivity and then turn around and demonize someone for feeling good about their own talents? being confident in your own writing ability is not a crime. taking pride in one’s writing is important, and should be praised, not detested.

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