here comes a thought

hi i'm jess. this is just a lil sideblog for writing and inspiration and such. you can find my main blog right here.

[thequotejournals]

Light thinks it travels faster than anything, but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.

Terry Pratchett 

[junodawsonbooks]

Amongst the monsters, I am well hidden; who looks for a leaf in a forest?

Nights At The Circus - Angela Carter

[wildfireresources]

dude-mcpersonface requested: favourite cursive handwriting fonts

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[lifeinpoetry]

                      How blind they are not                                                        to see the edge             I have become. I am a knife unsheathed.

— Rodrigo Dela Peña, Jr., from “After Félix Resurrección Hidalgo’s Las Virgenes Cristianas Expuestas al Populacho” published in The Margins

[lifeinpoetry]

What I had once mistaken for death was, instead, a door.

Rachel McKibbens, from “the second time,” published in Vinyl

[sleemo]

“Hope is like the sun. If you only believe in it when you can see it, you’ll never make it through the night.”

— Leia Organa

[lifeinpoetry]

A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.

Gillian Flynn, from Sharp Objects (via lifeinpoetry)

[lifeinpoetry]

The Sun isn’t gold;       neither am I. We both brood in an airless space      in secret, burn—

— Cassandra Farrin, from “The Whale,” published in Frontier Poetry

[redacts]

character questionnaire //

full name: soledad carvajal  nicknames: sol date of birth: july 27, 1865 gender: female sexual orientation: pansexual nationality: mexican ethnicity: mexican

eye colour: dark brown hair colour: black scars or birthmarks: claw marks mar the extent of her front; fang marks form a half-moon on her left collar bone, and a matching set adorns the back of her shoulder.   zodiac: leo myers-briggs personality type: istp - the virtuoso  moral alignment: true neutral school: ilvermorny - wampus grades:

ancient runes ( b ), astronomy ( b ), charms ( a+ ), defense against the dark arts ( a- ), divination ( a ), herbology ( a- ), history of magic ( c ), potions ( b- ), transfiguration ( a+ )

wand: blackthorn, 12 ¾ inches, snallygaster heartstring core, solid patronus: ocelot boggart: that ugly beast standing over her son’s bloody and broken body. mirror of erised: she holds her son on her hip while her brother lounges on the back patio of their small home. there is no war; they are at peace. (her body is still scarred; she is still a beast -- she’s come to find certain pleasures in being a coyote and cannot imagine a life where that doesn’t exist) amortentia: gardenia, juniper, cayenne what is their happiest memory?: giving birth to her son, holding him in her arms for the first time.  what is their worst memory?: her son was attacked by a werecoyote. sol attempted to intervene but was too late, and was likewise attacked in the process. her son was killed and she was turned. a close second was when her brother was killed in one of the initial skirmishes when the mexican revolution first broke out in 1910.  favourite food: aguachile, though she could literally eat pepitas every day of her life and be happy.  favourite drink: anything strong. maybe bourbon, maybe mezcal.  favourite colour: deep green favourite season: spring -- the weather isn’t too hot just yet and things are gradually coming back to life. favourite holiday: new year’s day. it’s a fresh start, and, frankly, an excuse to drink.  character strengths:  independent, experienced, adaptable, loyal to some, (playfully?) sarcastic, persevering  character weaknesses: hardened from loss, stubborn, irritable, impatient, reckless, selfish, potentially disrespectful 

[lifeinpoetry]

I wrote // like I was waiting. Face to face with memory, the letter / misses. I saw I was ready to make use of loss.

Natalie Eilbert, from “Judges,” published in Granta (via lifeinpoetry)

[redacts]

character questionnaire // 

full name: edward francis tonks nicknames: ted date of birth: october 3, 1886 gender: male sexual orientation: bisexual  nationality: english ethnicity: korean

eye colour: brown hair colour: black scars or birthmarks: a particularly nasty burn on his neck from one of the first potions he ever attempted on his own. didn’t quite turn out the way he intended.  zodiac: libra myers-briggs personality type: esfj - the consul  moral alignment: neutral good school: hogwarts - hufflepuff grades: 

o.w.l. scores: ancient runes (a), arithmancy (o), astronomy (a), charms (e), dada (o), divination (a) herbology (e), history of magic (e), potions (o), transfiguration (o) n.e.w.t. scores:  arithmancy (o), charms (e),  dada (o), herbology (a), history of magic (a), potions (o), transfiguration (e) 

wand: alder, eleven inches, unicorn hair core, slightly springy  patronus: pine marten boggart: anyone, but especially andromeda, lying tortured or dead at his feet, killed due to their proximity to a muggleborn. the immense guilt of being culpable for their deaths weighs heavy on his shoulders, haunts him inescapably.  mirror of erised: he stands alongside andromeda. his mother and father coo happily at his child, proud to have lived long enough to see grandchildren--proud they have all seemed to find happiness together.  amortentia: cardamom and wood smoke what is their happiest memory?: ted’s eight, it’s his father’s birthday. he and his parents stay up well into the night (and well-past his bed time) baking hotteok, a traditional korean dessert.  what is their worst memory?: his father passing away three months before he received his hogwarts letter. (the loss, still unbearably raw, coupled with being unable to share this exciting new world with the man, made the first few months at hogwarts rather miserable.) favourite food: his mom’s spicy fish stew (he’s a mama’s boy...... whatever) favourite drink: anything sweet favourite colour:  scarlet favourite season: autumn - he quite enjoys the cool, crisp air; it’s a refreshing season before things turn to dirty slush.  favourite holiday: halloween; chilly air, candy, the decorations, clever costumes. (Christmas is a close second) character strengths: meticulous, observant, compassionate, loving, loyal, sensitive, thorough, dependable character weaknesses: soft-hearted (the biggest pushover.....), restless, overzealous, perfectionist, overprotective. does Too Much, stretching himself too thin 

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ted tonks / potions professor / order of the phoenix

                  I will love the light          for it shows me the way,                                                yet I will endure the darkness                                                for it shows me the stars. 

[redacts]

name/alias: jess pronouns: she/hers who are your favourite marauders canons?: augustus rookwood maybe? subterfuge, betrayal, daring escapes and the potential for revenge. all of that is right up my alley. what are you most looking forward to about dogs of war?:  interesting takes on existing characters, fun twists on the usual plots, a friendly environment, etc etc,,  what is your favourite event in history?: yall im going to be honest im really not much of a history buff so ill say 20′s era prohibition bc gangsters who is your favourite historical figure?: uM idk i recently read about jeanne de clisson so ill go with her the link to your reblog of the site advert: (link here) what gif describes you best?:

[dogsofwarrp]

💣 THE DOGS OF WAR!

cry havoc! and let slip the dogs of war is an upcoming au marauders roleplay set during world war 1 in 1916. darkness descends on europe as a new power begins to grow; tom riddle and his followers want carnage, and even the old gods of grindlewald and the ministry of magic struggle to stop him. the world has become a swirling vortex of death and destruction and london lies at the epicentre.

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[vulcansmirk]

I ache to feel the sunlight fill me up with warmth again, but I swallowed too many shadows and I've become one of them.

There’s a gap between skin and bone, and it keeps the cold inside. – s.s. (via vulcansmirk)

[shirazade]

Medalion Rahimi photographed by Lionel Deluy

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