révolutionnaire

a revolution is an idea. —— frédéric corbin • managed by jana

[revnaire]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

magma writer.  molten rock that still has to surface.  you're the perfect mix of fire and earth, and your story shows it, having the best of both worlds. you're the writer that holds fire on their fingertips and kisses their lovers goodbye in the most painful way. you're able to build long stories that burn on the inside. you break the human soul, touching with infinite grace the right cords. you are an artist of the elaborate pain and heavy angst only a constructed and long story can give. if i could see in your eyes, i would be looking at your soul dancing on an unstable floor, flames all around it, to protect it and to forge it. your love burns hot and infinite inside of you, and sometimes, when it slips out, you're afraid that it could burn too much. but the right people will know how to love you, and every bright tongue of fire your soul is made of. your stories are the ones that make the world change.

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

i remember your birthday. remember your favorite color. remember your coffee order. your favorite movies. your favorite songs. where you like to eat out and what you’d get. which shows you’d watched more than once. what kind of poems you wrote most. all the different places you thought of living someday. how you’re not usually on good terms with your parents. the way you’d brush your hair out of your eyes. what made you flinch. the smile that was genuine. how you could ramble about things you liked to do. your handwriting. where you’d hide the parts of you you hated. your voice before you’d cry. the way you looked at me when you caught me looking at you. the smell of your clothes. i don’t know what to do with all these things. they say to get rid of any your stuff so i can move on. but these pieces of you are just here with me.

[revnaire]

name.  frédéric rosen. alias.  corbin. title.  baron chastain. age.  24 years old. current locations.  odalis,  ianthe  /  bellrose,  acantha  /  anywhere his uncle sends him. home estate.  chastain house,  his mother’s ancestral home. current position.  right hand of basil rosen. relationship status.  wouldn’t you like to know?

compared to his more prolific cousins,  frédéric has avoided the limelight that comes with close association with the royal family for as long as possible  ( it is impossible for someone with his last name to avoid it forever,  the kingdom was built on rosen money and severin wit ).  in his eyes, it was a success that he has kept his head down while princess theresia was looking for someone to hold her hand as she navigates this mess --- and what a fine mess this is,  with the king dead and prince johannes just as dead.

frédéric has admired his king and he has trained with his prince,  and both have been almost family for him since he was but a boy,  so he misses them too,  but he is not cut out to help princess tessa deal with this.  he is better suited for other tasks,  the sort that his reckless, reckless cousins would take themselves,  but even déodat and asce cannot handle themselves in fights the way he can.  and there is . . . peace in this,  peace in following the coin princess and making sure that she does not get herself killed.  there is peace in this because what he could not do for his king,  for his prince,  he can do for her now,  for the closest thing to a true friend he has ever found in odalis.

[quotemadness]

As long as we don’t die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.

John Green (via quotemadness)

[theghostgirls]

folklore 

[adv3nturelust]

So what’s next? You heal. You grow. And you help others.

[delta-breezes]

Doug Shearer | @dougshearerphotography

[nightlock]

i think we all just need to listen to super trouper by abba

[spacedust-sapphic]

i may not be in glasgow but i sure am sick and tired of everything!!!

[luthienne]

and how I am always running / running and running

Mahtem Shiferraw, Your Body is War; “Journey with Dante” (via luthienne)

[elsasfrozen-archive]

TAYLOR SWIFT’S FOLKLORE SENTENCE STARTERS ( part 1 )

disclaimer: some lyrics were slightly modified 

the 1

“i’m doing good i’m on some new shit” “i thought i saw you at the bus stop” “but we were something, don’t you think so?” “if my wishes came true it would’ve been you” “i have this dream you’re doing cool shit” “if one thing had been different, would everything be different today?” “it would’ve been fun if you would’ve been the one”

cardigan

“when you are young they assume you know nothing” “i felt like an old cardigan” “a friend to all is a friend to none” “you drew stars around my scars but now i’m bleeding” “i knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs” “i knew you’d come back to me”

the last great american dynasty

“how did a middle-class divorcée do it?” “their parties were tasteful, if a little loud” “there goes the maddest man/woman this town has ever seen” “she/he had a marvelous time ruining everything” “fifty years is a long time” “i had a marvelous time ruining everything”

exile

“i think i’ve seen this film before and i didn’t like the ending” “i’m not your problem anymore” “who am i offending now?” “there is no amount of crying i can do for you” “you didn’t even hear me out” “you never gave a warning sign”

my tears ricochet

“if i’m on fire you’ll be made of ashes, too” “i swear i loved you” “i didn’t have it in myself to go with grace” “i didn’t want to have to haunt you” “i can go anywhere i want, just not home” “you would still miss me in your bones” “you turned into your worst fears”

[weltenwellen]

Vincent van Gogh, Ever Yours: The Essential Letters

[revnaire]

what is your underlying motif ?

the home. whether it’s your warm embrace, your unwavering reliability, your smile that says “welcome back”, your motif is the home. your the equivalent to coming out of the rain to the fire on and your slippers waiting by the door. your uncanny way of making people feel alright, you’re treasured in these trying times. i respectfully request you take care of yourself, the world will never been as kind to you as you are to it. anne lammott said “lighthouses don't go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining” and though unconventional, lighthouses are inhabited and your cup runs over with generosity. because you probably don’t hear it enough, thank you.

tagged by: borrowed it with no intention to return it tagging: @fllamau​, @ardentelle​, @nightchased​, @youngforevr​, @s-extilis​, @sommersdai​

[revnaire]

‘ i can’t stop thinking about you. ’ ------ sent by @nightchased​

he was not easily flattered. he might not be as stubbornly doubtful of other people’s intents as some of his friends were, but frédéric had caught enough flies with honey to know how the game worked. but he was also too much of a hopeless romantic  ( though he would much prefer to be called a hopeful romantic )  not to entertain the thought, once in a while. though to be honest --- he was doing far more than to entertain any thoughts, right now. he was acting upon them.

how else would he ever have ended up like this? helping out with the nightly cleanup at the restaurant and getting randomly assigned to help out joné? he might have to tell freya that at times, she was a little heavy-handed in how she set things up, but he was not exactly looking forward to that conversation. there were other conversations he was more interested in, right now --- such as the one he was having with joné right now.

‘ ‘ you flatter me, but i like that we’re on the same page, ’ ’ he said with a wink as he switched a tablecloth and flung the old one into the laundry basket, grinning as it landed perfectly. ‘ ‘ do you want to grab something unhealthy to eat when we’re done here? i got recommendations aplenty for all kinds of cuisine. ’ ’

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

The Black Unicorn: Sequelae by Audre Lorde

[rouxls]

wouldst thou like to live fergaliciously

[connectivitty-blog]

cell phone headcanons

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:                              - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone                              - my muse’s last text to your muse

[revnaire]

‘ it’s probably better off this way. ’ ------ sent by @nightchased​

if there was one thing frédéric would claim a relative amount of expertise on, it was picking up on nuances, on the tiny differences in tone --- or taste. of course this was something he had honed in the kitchen, but it could be applied in a great many ways, one of them being conversations. and it did not take much to perceive that there was frustration left in joné.

‘ ‘ while everyone preaches about being a bigger person, i always maintained that sometimes, you have to pick a hill to die on, ’ ’ he said, and surprise grew inside of him as there was no chorus of groans coming from his side. then, his friends were thankfully not present right now and could thus not provide the usual background noise. ‘ ‘  of course, i may be a bad example --- allegedly, i’ve not been neutral on anything since i was four. ’ ’