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//Ahhhh happy birthday my fellow ginger angst inferno c:

AAA thank you so much you’re so sweet!!!

@stormward

[longsilvcr]

Modern!James Flint ↳ happy birthday @pastdriven

Do you walk in the valley of kings? Do you walk in the shadow of men Who sold their lives to a dream? Do you ponder the manner of things In the dark

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pastdriven:

guess whose birthday is tomorrow

guess whose birthday is today

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guess whose birthday is tomorrow

[lostcap]

It’s a tragedy, the way our story goes; maybe, perhaps, almost.

if it’s love, it must be more than most | p.d (via lostcap)

[captain-flint]

We are good people and we’ve suffered enough.

[flintno-deactivated20170511]

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

[pastdriven-blog]

devitiis.

Isiah has never felt so open. The impulse to push the world out — to project only a hologram of himself, a collection of surface truths —  isn’t there. He wants this stranger to know who he is, ALL of who he is, wants to invite him in and show him more than he’s shown his own mama. It’s a strange new concept, but he isn’t scared.

And in this moment, above all else, Isiah wants to kiss him — slow and sweet with only a little bit of tongue. Why? Maybe Isiah loves him. Maybe love isn’t as complicated as people would have you believe. Maybe it really is just this simple. 

Right now, as Isiah ponders over the meaning of the color in the man’s cheeks, it doesn’t appear at all unreasonable. 

 ❛  I’m happy, you look happy — i just wanna fuse our happiness together, feel me? Like physics. I dont — I don’t really understand a lot about physics, but I know sometimes when you put two things together it can make a whole new thing, and I want that. ❜

Maybe he shouldn’t have been considering it.  He didn’t know this person,  didn’t know anyone there,  and a kiss was something so personal for him.  He doesn’t remember the last time he’s kissed someone in such a serious way.  But maybe it was the people around them getting to him,  since some of them overheard the conversation and he could hear a few people supporting possible kisses,  seeing how they immediately turned to someone else to lock lips.  It was sweet.  Everything about pride,  so far,  was,  so what was wrong with him getting an innocent kiss?

                                              ❛     I  am  happy  —  so...  okay.     ❜

With a nervous inhale,  James pushes himself to lean in close to the other,  hovering his lips just in front of the others’.  Then,  just because he can,  he gives the faintest of teasing grins.

                                                            ❛     Well,  kiss me.     ❜

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devitiis.

@pastdriven 💕

Isiah’s been kissing people since he showed up. It’s his first pride, he’s feeling flushed and bubbly from a bottle of Nuvo sloshing around in his messenger bag, and he’s never had the opportunity to ask so many random men for some sugar without fearing a thirty-five thousand dollar hospital stay. So, needless to say, he’s having a fuckin’ ball. 

All Isiah registers is a blur of red hair and green eyes before he’s slinging his arms around the man’s neck and blurting out the same question he’s been asking all afternoon.

                ❛ Hey, can I kiss you? ❜

James wasn’t a newcomer to pride,  but he’d never participated this much in any of the other times he decided to come.  It had taken a long time for him to accept who he is and even longer to convince himself going to pride was the right thing to do,  so it’s only natural it took just as long for him to suck it up and join in on all the smiling faces. 

So far,  he doesn’t regret his choice at all.

Everyone is laughing and dancing and welcoming him in without any hesitation,  shoving colorful beads over his head so they dangle against his chest and forcing a rainbow flag into his open palms.  He holds it tightly,  already knowing it will be put on his wall,  where all his other memories are displayed proudly.

Even with the surprise of how accepted he is,  immediately,  the surprise he gets from a pretty boy leaning all over him and asking for a kiss trumps everything else.  His eyes widen and he knows his cheeks get much pinker than before from all the attention he’s been getting.

                                           ❛     why, uh  —  why do you want to kiss me  ?     ❜

[cuthalions]

Can’t you see it? It isn’t utility that’s behind his investment in me. Nor necessity, nor dependency.

[pastdriven-blog]

  you know, I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and James is actually straight... here’s why I say that

april fools lmao could you imagine

[iwt-v]

You asked me once what I would do, what I would sacrifice if it meant having Thomas back again. I honestly don’t know what I would’ve done. I honestly couldn’t say I wouldn’t have done what you did. I told you I’d see you through this. Put things back together again so that we can move forward. 

I  m e a n t  i t.

[x]

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➺

meme  / @propitiari / NOT ACCEPTING !!

The taste of blood has become so familiar to him.  After days upon days of atrocities, you slowly get numb to things your hands have done.  You start to see killing as the only means necessary instead of the last resort it truly is.

The end to Thomas effected him more than he ever wanted to admit.  The day he left London he’d wondered how he and Miranda would go on without the lost man.  And he could feel,  even then,  how he was changing.  

After a decade,  his lips pulled back into a toothy sneer and his hands have become clawed weapons.  Men and women alike feared him and he did whatever he could to keep it that way.  If he slipped up just once,  he’d be burn down to the ground.  He ran on anger and grief and betrayal and some nights he couldn’t breathe with the things he’s done.

This was his slip up.  This was where  Captain James Flint  ended  /  licking his own blood from his lips and holding a gash on his stomach  /  he was sure of it.  The fighting gradually died down some time ago and he’d refused to become just another body in the pile,  so he’d pulled himself to a tree off to the side. 

He’d been distracted during the battle,  thoughts veering off to think of lost loved ones,  as they always tended to do.  Of course the last battle had to be the one that ended him.  Ended him before he could confirm Silver’s words.  Was Thomas alive?  How would Flint become the man Thomas fell for again?

                                               ❛     Thomas  —  I’m sorry.     ❜

[wordsnquotes]

What if we just went home and read books to each other?

Gary Shteyngart, Super Sad True Love Story (via wordsnquotes)

[fyp-philosophy]

Evil destroys even itself.

Aristotle

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servinglies.

               ❛  I could have expected it, picking up a book. Please, hovering by the door is entirely unnecessary, and I suppose I wouldn’t get a visit so late at night if it wasn’t some sort of emergency  ——  so do me a favour, and close the door behind yourself.  ❜

open.

             ❛     I —  yes,  sir.     ❜       there’s a pause in his words as he quickly follows the others words,  calloused palm gently pushing the heavy door shut behind him.  he returns his attention back to the man,  fingers returning to fiddle with the hat he’d politely removed.       ❛     my apologies for the time,  I didn’t realize it was so late.     ❜       he allows himself to step further into the room,  taking in all the details he could.