▌ ❛ milk thistle.

if you press your knuckles together for long enough, your fists will feel like magnets. if you spend two years trying to clench your jaw hard enough to shatter your face, it will feel like quiet shipwreck when you open your mouth to speak.                          carter conary. private. written by alyssa.exclusive to mirrorcd, biirdisms, & paniisms.

[rightisms-blog]

continued from   ——   here.

                there’s a roll of the eyes they  definitely  know well,  but a smile, too.     

                                ❛ those are great ideas and you  know  it,  ariel. ❜

[crankiiest-blog]

                              he’s broken, but you love him anyway                               not  because   you   want   to  fix  him,                               but  because,  he’s the only one  who                               knows you’re just  as broken as  him.

[wnq-writers]

You protect me from myself and I’ll protect you from everything else.

tremendouslyadverse   (via ambershearde)

[facelesssnaps]

can I stay. by musicandphotography

[rightisms-blog]

continued from   ——   here.

            he knows the second they are spoken that those were the wrong words to say.   not then. not there. the narrowing of isaac’s eyes only validates it. shit.  ❛ i didn’t mean  ——  ❜ his voice is cut off by the other’s lips on his  and he knows, in any other situation, he wouldn’t complain, but this is different. the edge is usual, expected even, but it is sharper.     it doesn’t bruise, it cuts.     even in the situation at hand,  the other’s voice sends a familiar warming through his body that seemed to be incredibly  welcome  every other time.  now, it just makes his own anxiety grow.  he gets the courage to finish his previous sentence, tucking any shakiness away.      ❛ i didn’t mean it like that. ❜     he’s already thinking what he bets is on isaac’s mind.    (  then how did you mean it?  )     he shivers as he imagines how it’d sound in his voice, before realizing he doesn’t know.  perhaps to remind him that even now,  even like that,  he loves him?   that feels right.   he’s silent only a moment longer, before:      ❛ a reminder   ——    ❜   he doesn’t finish.  his fingers go to his face,  to one pale line in particular,  on instinct.

[rightisms-blog]

❛ i’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me. ❜

just you wait.

                  he is just as shaky as they are.  long arms are wrapped around them in a way too reminiscent of when they were kids for it not to be painful.  it isn’t the first time he’s felt like he hasn’t taken care of them properly.

                                              ❛ no, ariel  ——  listen to me. ❜

          pale blue eyes  ( the same shade as his own )  are staring back at him with something he’s never see before.  fear.  he pulls them closer,  but just far enough way that his eyes are still on theirs, intent.  ❛ i taught you to be brave, okay?  as brave as you can be.  but!  ——  i also taught you that you don’t need to be,  alright?  you’re allowed to not be strong. just …  come to me sooner.  let me help. ❜ 

[mabwrites-blog]

alissa/carter + 6

6. things you said under the stars and in the grass.

they agree to spend one night of labor day weekend out in the woods, parked in his car, a pile of blankets and sleeping bags in the back seat / trunk area.  ( alissa told mary and george that she’d be at tina’s, studying for a final they had when they got back ; carter told isaac he’d be doing an overnight errand.  both were good lies, mostly because ––– in their own ways ––– they were partially true.  alissa fully intended on studying the way carter looked when he woke up and carter intended on running the errand of kissing alissa numb.  so it worked. )  having already gotten away with so much, the air between them felt thick and giddy.  alissa kept smiling.  grinning, actually.  they parked and walked and eventually got in the back and alissa knew she needed to look at the stars ; she supposed their reflection in carter’s eyes was the same thing.  and eventually, she does a thing both brave and stupid and almost a little bit selfish: she’s on top of him, trying hard to kiss him properly with the smile stick-stuck to her face.

her cheeks are so flushed that they burn, radiant like sun.  she can’t say it in english ––– it’s too forward and mushy ––– but between kisses, she manages:  ❛ parfois je pense à ce que vous ressemblez quand vous dormez dans mon lit. ❜  she pulls away, takes a deep breath, tries to gather her strength.  ( carter deserves a confession of love, alissa realizes, in a language he can understand. )  ❛ thank you for doing this.  for taking me out like this.  you really didn’t have to and it’s just so nice and –––– ❜  AND I’M RAMBLING.  

             ❛  i love this.  i love you.  ❜

[alonesomes]

I am thinking about the crescent scar on the roof of his mouth that he got when he fell with a straw between his teeth and how it felt to run my tongue over it. How it felt to taste the moon. If love is anything tangible, it is his mouth, his mouth, his holy god damned mouth. He says my name and the whole sky is talking.

Caitlyn Siehl, Tasting the Moon (via alonesomes)

[mabwrites-blog]

five times kissed — calissa B)

i. i’m in tatters thinking about her.

                              alissa called him forty times.  they were in sets: the first,  an hour after the curse break. ten.  second, five pm that evening.  twenty.   he misses each and every one.  he knows what they’re about without chec-  king the voicemails.  carter hears each in his head, her vibrato heavy.  carter   wonders how dylan told her, but he knows.  teeth clenched.  just like he can   hear alissa’s pleading, he can hear gary and dylan:  he doesn’t deserve   you, liss. and they’d be right.  ( oh, but they’d be wrong, he’d be wrong. )

                             when alissa closed her eyes that night, she still imagined  the kisses from last  ( last? two years before now? two from? )  september & she let the haunt of his lips find themselves beside her ear, or the skin of her  face, or her collarbone.  september air comes through the window.  fingers & words crawl through his hair, a blond ocean.  carter.  carter.  carter.

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[rightisms-blog]

you keep out of trouble and you double your choices. - biirdisms

just you wait.

                   he  knows  she’s right.  she’s right and  she’s                    told him  over and over  again.  and yet  ——

                                ❛ it’s not that simple. ❜

[blackstarising]

important otp question: who in your otp holds the other back by the hood of their sweater when they’re about to do something stupid

[hawkaye]

I deserved it.

[mabwrites-blog]

alissa/carter + 1

because i misread this, i will be answering this instead as: things you said i am.

the fifth night carter stays over by accident, she’s half asleep beneath him, his head on her shoulder, rising and falling with the tide of her breathing.  alissa lets out a hum that vibrates against his temple.  it takes ten minutes before alissa’s right-hand fingers find themselves in the golden mess of his hair, a thing made up of curls, curls that make it look like forest.  ( later on, she’ll come to regret this comparison. but for now, it feels right.  holding him feels right.  they feel right. )

she puts her head to his, and her lips find a spot near his ears.  the way the world feels at two a.m. has finally gotten to her, creeping up on her like vines along her skin, slow and steady.  ❛ you’re a better man than you know, ❜ she says, and the corners of her lips tug upward sleepily.  her eyelids feel heavy, but alissa newbury day is too drunk with sleep for it to matter.  ❛ you have a good heart.  you don’t think you do.  do you know how much i want you to think you do ? ❜  alissa hears the back of her mind whisper to her, a hushed yell: STOP. YOU’RE IN TOO DEEP.  so she sighs, rolls over into fetal position––– there’s a chance for him to take big spoon, if he wishes.  if he takes it.

                                                         ❛  you are a boy i am proud of.  ❜

[rightisms-blog]

i'll make the word safe and sound for you. -biirdisms

just you wait.

                        he should tell her that she can’t.   he should say he’d like to indulge her in that sort of fantasy,  but there will always be  something else  …   ——  and yet,  he can’t find the strength to.   can’t he just let himself live in that fantasy for a while longer?   would it really be so hard to believe her?   his face is buried in her hair.  (  it’s dried awkwardly from the rain but the familiar scent is comforting all the same.  )   he feels like he’s been clinging to her for forever and he isn’t exactly wrong.  the painkillers have very much kicked in,  but that didn’t take away the fear.  the fear that he’s too weak to make sure it doesn’t happen to them.  alissa had sworn to look out for them,  as she always did,  but the idea still hung over him.    he remains silent, tightening his grip around her.   he says the only thing that feels  right.

                                                                                  ❛ i love you. ❜

[lottewrites]

HAMILTON : AN AMERICAN MUSICAL  → STARTERS

❛ he was longing for something to be a part of. ❜

❛ and the world is gonna know your name. ❜

❛ there’s a million things i haven’t done, but just you wait. ❜

❛ you never learned to take your time. ❜

❛ talk less…smile more. ❜

❛ who’s the best? c’est moi! ❜

❛ the plan is to fan this spark into a flame. ❜

❛ i’m not throwing away my shot. ❜

❛ i may not live to see our glory, but i will gladly join the fight !  ❜

❛ they’ll tell the story of tonight. ❜

❛ tomorrow there’ll be more of us. ❜

❛ i’m looking for a mind at work. ❜

❛ look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now. ❜

❛ oh my god. tear this dude apart. ❜

❛ i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love… ❜

❛ dying is easy, young man… living is harder. ❜

❛ then you walked in and my heart went ‘boom’! ❜

❛ you look at me and suddenly i’m helpless. ❜

❛ i am so into you. ❜

❛ i’m just saying if you really loved me, you would share him. ❜

❛ love doesn’t discriminate from the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i’m willing to wait for it. ❜

❛ i am the one thing in life i can control. ❜

❛ call me son one more time —…. ❜

❛ i don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing. ❜

❛ that would be enough. ❜

❛ and we could be enough. ❜

❛ let me a part of the narrative in the story they will write one day. ❜

❛ you have no control : who lives, who dies, who tells your story. ❜

❛ history has its eyes on you. ❜

❛ awesome. wow. ❜

❛ i’ll make the world safe and sound for you. ❜

❛ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ❜

❛ what’d i miss? ❜

❛ run away with us for the summer. ❜

❛ take a break. ❜

❛ well, hate the sin, love the sinner. ❜

❛ no one else was in the room where it happened. ❜

❛ and then we’ll teach them how to say goodbye. ❜

❛ we both know what we know. ❜

❛ i will choose her happiness over mine every time. ❜

❛ god, i hope you’re satisfied. ❜

❛ i saved every letter you wrote me. ❜

❛ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ❜

❛ be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive. ❜

❛ when you were mine, the world seemed to burn. ❜

❛ the world has no right to my heart. ❜

❛ i hope that you burn. ❜

❛ everything is legal in new jersey… ❜

❛ i’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me. ❜

❛ it’s quiet uptown. ❜

❛ they are trying to do the unimaginable. ❜

❛ there are moments that the words don’t reach. ❜

❛ forgiveness. can you imagine? ❜

❛ i had only one thought before the slaughter. ❜

❛ i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. ❜

❛ what is a legacy? it’s planting seeds in a garden you will never see. ❜

❛ death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i survived, but i paid for it. ❜

❛ have i done enough? will they tell my story? ❜

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Hamilton Soundtrack Sentence Starters [1/6]:

“Got a lot farther by working a lot harder” “By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter” “Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of.” “There’s a million things I haven’t done, but just you wait, just you wait…” “In New York you can be a new man.” “You never learned to take your time!” “We fought with him.” “Me? I trusted him.” “What’s your name, man?” “Pardon me, are you [name], sir/ma’am?” “That depends, who’s asking?” “I’m at your service, sir” “I have been looking for you” “I’m getting nervous” “I got sort out of sorts with a buddy of yours. I may have punched him, it’s a blur, sir.” “You punched the bursar?” “He looked at me like I was stupid. I’m not stupid” “God, I wish there was a war!” “While we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice: Talk less, smile more.” “Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for.” “Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead.” “Ah oui oui, mon ami, je m'appelle [name]!” “If you stand for nothing, [name], what’ll you fall for?” “I am not throwing away my shot!” “I’m young, scrappy, and hungry.“ “You keep out of trouble, and you double your choices.” “Oh, am I talkin’ too loud?” “I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.” “I may not live to see our glory!” “Raise a glass to freedom.” “Something they can never take away.” “They’ll tell the story of tonight.” “I’m looking for a mind at work.” “So men say that I’m intense or I’m insane.” “They have not your interest at heart.” “Oh my god. Tear this dude apart.” “Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution.” “The price of my love’s not a price that you’re willing to pay.” “And NO, don’t change the subject!” “I will fight the fight and win the war.”

[rightisms-blog]

❛ returns.   ——   an overdue redesign of this blog has finally happened.  however, this blog isn’t exactly a blog for felix anymore. at all, actually.  it’s much more developing his storybrooke identity,  carter conary.  because i love him a lot.  for the time being, i’ll only be roleplaying with  @biirdisms  &  @paniisms,  but i am here.    ——   alyssa.