❝ They seek him here… ❞

❝ They seek him there Those Frenchies seek him everywhere. Is he in Heaven? Or is he in Hell? That demmed elusive Pimpernel.❞

[thememesource]

❝ casablanca ❞ ( 1942 ) sentence meme

Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.

I stick my neck out for nobody.

Oh, he’s just like any other man, only more so.

But what a fool I am talking to a beautiful woman about another man.

I have no conviction.

I love you so much.

Oh, it’s a crazy world.  Anything can happen.

Kiss me as if it were the last time.

You despise me, don’t you?

Where were you last night?

Will I see you tonight?

How extravagant you are, throwing away women like that.

When it comes to women, you’re a true democrat.

I like to think that you killed a man. It’s the romantic in me.

But everybody’s having such a good time.

I’m not fighting for anything anymore except myself. I’m the only cause I’m interested in.

Here’s looking at you, kid.

I wish I didn’t love you so much.

Each of us has a destiny - for good or for evil.

And remember, this gun is pointed right at your heart.

Where I’m going, you can’t follow. What I’ve got to do, you can’t be any part of.

Round up the usual suspects.

I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. 

[sinkxme]

How do your faithful friends react to finding out you're a HUGE NERD Percy?

“Well, dear Shade, ‘finding out’ that I am a ‘huge nerd,’ as you say, would imply that it was not fairly evident from the start and was, in fact, hidden. As it was not, however, I cannot say it was too shocking for any of them.”

[sinkxme]

How do you keep Marguerite's THREE CODE NAMES straight though?

“It’s simple enough, truly,” he says with an almost childish sort of amusement.

“Even more so when she is the only person who could be all three. You see, I’ve never loved, much less, been with another person before her, excuse my ill-manners for saying such a thing. I still happen to be with her, by some miracle. And she is the only woman ever to occupy my thoughts, thus about whom else would I dream, hm?”

[margueritestjust-a]

If Percy is Eagle One

Been There; Done That: Marguerite

Currently Doing That: Also Marguerite

It Happened Once in a Dream: Still Marguerite.

If I Had to Pick a Dude: Andrew

Eagle Two: Armand

[sinkxme]

#((Andrew doesn't know why he's 'if I had to pick a dude' but he doesn't question it))

“Well, sink me, Andrew! It was you or Tony. What the devil was I supposed to say?”

[sinkxme]

“I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly.”

From the Meme Abyss

@livingsouloflove

“Is that so? Well, sink me! I hadn’t the slightest idea I was such a confounding individual!” he replies, that inane little laugh punctuating his exclamation.

“Pray do tell what you have heard of me that has caused such confusion and let us see if we can reconcile these differing accounts, hm?”

[sinkxme]

❛ You’re thinking about something, and it makes you forget to talk. ❜

From the Meme Abyss

@margueritestjust

“Done it again, have I, darling?” he questions, an apologetic smile coming to his face even as he holds his hand out to her. 

“It seems my thoughts are quite determined to carry me away tonight. Forgive me, but what were you saying?”

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[ @ofthebravc continued from here ]

Slumped asleep in the middle of the field, Caestor at first was not roused by the sound of his dearest friend’s voice. Wincing, at last he came back to himself, groaning as the sunlight met his eyes – which he promptly shut tightly. “Percy, keep your voice down, dearest fellow…sweet is the music of your speech, but sweet as well was the wine earlier in the evening!” Was it not the traditional position of the Groom to somewhat over-indulge, so long as he was safe in doing so, during his bachelor party? Truthfully he could not much remember the earlier delights of the evening. The food had been good, the wine had been excellent, and the company of his friends even better – not to mention the fireworks – but now the reality was crashing in, in form of a headache. And, apparently, a hangover. Nature’s warning that he was only human and not quite as young as he once had been, evidently! “What time is it?” Suddenly filled with a horror that was (undoubtedly) comical to any others around to hear it, he sat bolt upright even as he winced all the more. “Please tell me that I have not slept right through the wedding in a drunken haze! I don’t wish to upset her, Percy, I don’t wish to upset Moth ever, ever–” Sleep was close to taking him again. Thank the Gods he, in fact, had a week yet to go until the actual wedding!!

Percy cannot quite help the smile that pulls at the corners of his mouth or the light of it in his eyes, yet––for the sake of his friend’s dignity and the horrendous headache the other undoubtedly suffers at present––he does refrain from laughing. No matter how difficult a feat.

“Steady, man. Steady,” Percy soothes from his place kneeling beside him, a hand coming to rest on the other’s shoulder. “Unless I am much mistaken, I suspect that there is very little possibility of such a thing ever coming to pass, both due to your nature and temperament and your dear lady’s own.”

“As for the wedding itself,” he begins, a spark of what perfectly fine and sober Caestor might identify to be mischief dancing behind those bright blue eyes. “It’s certain to be talked of as a lovely ceremony, though your presence might have dramatically improved it.”

Before his friend can get too riled by the statement, a chuckle at last escapes and he lets him off the hook. 

“Emion, peace. You are yet the better part of a week away from wedded bliss. I’ve only come to retrieve you as I suspect a bed would be far more comfortable than the ground.”

A beat. His grin almost widens as he adds, “Also because your bride-to-be all but had me to swear to look after you and your welfare while she was away, and I have no intention of breaking that oath––or neglecting others previous––by doing any less. So come on then. Let us get you to your feet and then to a bed.”

[rarerpmemes]

➳ ALICE IN WONDERLAND BY LEWIS CARROLL; STARTER SENTENCES.

❛ It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then. ❜

❛ We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad. ❜

❛ Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. ❜

❛ If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see? ❜

❛ Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle. ❜

❛ I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.’ ❜

❛ Curiouser and curiouser! ❜

❛ One of the deep secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others. ❜

❛ Why is a raven like a writing-desk? ❜

❛ If everybody minded their own business, the world would go around a great deal faster than it does. ❜

❛ No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time. ❜

❛ Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality. ❜

❛ Everything is funny, if you can laugh at it. ❜

❛ I’m afraid I can’t explain myself, sir. Because I am not myself, you see? ❜

❛ My dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that. ❜

❛ Off with their heads! ❜

❛ Well, I never heard it before, but it sounds uncommon nonsense. ❜

❛ No wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise. ❜

❛ It would be so nice if something made sense for a change. ❜

❛ It’s always tea-time. ❜

❛ I don’t know the meaning of half those long words, and I don’t believe you do either! ❜

❛ Look after the senses and the sounds will look after themselves. ❜

❛ Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile high to leave the court. ❜

❛ You’re thinking about something, and it makes you forget to talk. ❜

❛ Birds of a feather flock together. ❜

[rarerpmemes]

the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald; starter sentences.

❛ So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. ❜

❛ I hope she’ll be a fool – that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool. ❜

❛ Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away. ❜

❛ And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy. ❜

❛ I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity. ❜

❛ Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead. ❜

❛ You see I usually find myself among strangers, because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me. ❜

❛ There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired. ❜

❛ In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. ❜

❛ Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope. ❜

❛ Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall. ❜

❛ Can’t repeat the past?…Why of course you can!❜

❛ It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people. ❜

❛ So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight. ❜

❛ All I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘You can’t live forever; you can’t live forever.’ ❜

❛ I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others–young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life. ❜

❛ No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart. ❜

❛ It takes two to make an accident. ❜

❛ Personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures. ❜

❛ He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man. ❜

❛ There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind… ❜

❛ But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires. ❜

❛ I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it! ❜

❛ I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library. ❜

❛ Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window. ❜

❛ It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again. ❜

❛ The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain. ❜

❛ I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known. ❜

❛ So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight – watching over nothing. ❜

❛ Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply. ❜

❛ The rich get richer and the poor get – children. ❜

❛ I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone’s away. There’s something very sensuous about it – overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands. ❜

❛ The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun. ❜

❛ Murder your darlings. ❜

❛ It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such – such beautiful shirts before. ❜

❛ Human sympathy has its limits. ❜

❛ A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about. ❜

❛ I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. ❜

❛ I can’t describe to you how surprised I was to find out I loved her, old sport. ❜

❛ I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife. ❜

❛ That voice was a deathless song. ❜

❛ I was a little shocked at the elaborateness of the lie. ❜

❛ All the bright precious things fade so fast, and they don’t come back. ❜

❛ But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. ❜

❛ She was incurably dishonest. ❜

❛ What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do? ❜

❛ Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on. ❜

❛ Most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don’t in the beginning. ❜

❛ I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around. ❜

❛ I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade. ❜

❛ God knows what you’ve been doing, everything you’ve been doing. You may fool me, but you can’t fool God! ❜

❛ He’s so dumb he doesn’t know he’s alive. ❜

❛ I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything. ❜

[ofthebravc-deactivated20190125]

“The morning always comes.” [ sinkxme; Percy to Caestor ]  || moving over @othcrworld’s inbox

“That it does,” said the clearly anxious Caestor, “and normally I would be very glad of the morning, my dear fellow – if it did not look set to dawn today blackened by the fumes of a host of dragons!” Scouts had reported the distant, murky haze the evening prior, choking the Eastern horizon and the edge of the sea. Lady Ammery Pogal had been the first to react; she had lead her folk West with all haste while the light had held, and her knights were riding to accompany the civilian evacuees from villages around Fordhavan to the more inland lands favoured by Caestor himself. Caestor sat up awaiting their arrival, his posture tense and worried. Would she even reach them in time? How fast was the dragon-host approaching?  His one hope was that they might roost overnight, as dragons preferred.  “The King has been made aware, Percy,” he sighed, “and he is mustering the others right this very moment, I should suspect. As soon as Ammery arrives, we should aim for the capital, I think. My heart says that ere first light breaks, we shall be needed to begin to make our stand – and we should be armoured ready for this stand!” @sinkxme

[sinkxme]

How easily, as always, does Emion speak Percy’s own mind, regardless of how unfortunate in this circumstance that it must be so.

Dragons. He could have gone his entire life without threat of dragons. What terrible things they have always seemed to him in myths! And yet, whether he wishes it or not, they approach. 

Already Percy had sent his own people toward the capital. Only he and a few of those from his land remain. Him because he refuses to leave Caestor or to depart before he knows that Lady Pogal and her people would arrive safely; the latter in large part because those select few refuse to leave their lord.

“I cannot but think to myself, that your heart is quite right. It is very likely indeed that the dawn will bring with it destruction and death…”

He can only pray that the losses will be few, and that his brother and others of his small band will not be among them. 

It is selfish, he knows. And yet the thought cannot be stopped. He would lay down his own life for any of them, if given reason, and that would be doubly true of this one standing beside him, his eyes locked on the horizon, his noble heart beating in fear for those whom he cannot yet attempt to protect, for those whom he might not be able to protect even if they did arrive in time.

Another reason that Percy finds he hates dragons. They do not discern between the noble and the kind. The simply destroy everything.

Yet, he cannot allow himself to despair, and certainly not as Emion seems so tense and worried. No. He must be strong, and he must believe that their final chapters would not be written in the bloodied red spread by Dawn’s rosy fingers. 

And so, he puts on a smile, small and grim but real, and turns to the other, one hand coming to grasp his shoulder.

“But that is for the morrow, and we shall face it together, when it comes. Until then, we are waiting, and it will do no good to do more than that. For now, you should lie down to rest, Emion. I will let you know when they arrive and be certain that final preparations are completed for us to go to the capital.”

[inthegroundontime]

@syntheticxanomaly:

I’m going to say (if not Armand) probably Anthony. xD

((”If not Armand” implies that it’s probably still Armand. XD Do you really think Marguerite would claim relation to him if he was hopelessly tone-deaf? At the very least, she would tease him mercilessly for it. 

And tbh, from all we’ve characterized of Tony, I can see him being off-key solely for attention. A laugh from pretty girls in the audience. Percy to call him out on it. To annoy the shit outta Andrew. To win a bet (I was gonna say “with Hastings” but the more bets these two have, the more I’m concerned they have a shared gambling problem). ))

[sinkxme]

// Yes. Yes to all of that. Especially that about Tony doing it for attention and laughs. xD

[inthegroundontime]

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Opinion on;

Character in general: Bri, you have first hand witnessed my declarations of love for Sir Percival Blakeney, Baronet. You have dealt with my ridiculous fangirling admirably for months. You tell me how I feel about Percy! … Okay, real talk though - I adore him. I love his bravery, his loyalty, the sheer ridiculousness of his concept never mind the ridiculousness of his public persona, I love his cunning, his passion, his devotion. I’ve decided to hold all men to the Percy Blakeney Standard and if they can’t match him or exceed him in these areas, they aren’t worth my time.How they play them: WALDEN IS AN AMAZING PERCY. I mean, Walden is a fantastic writer in general. She has such a wide range of skills as a writer and roleplayer and I think some of her best work shines through in Percy because he’s a character that demands range. She plays his hurt in a way that breaks my heart, his love and devotion in a way that makes me swoon, his heroism as a tricky balance between selflessness and martyrdom. He’s very human and that’s something that I think the original novel and other productions hint at but never quite nail. Walden has it down - not just his speech and mannerisms, but the subtext of the character, the complications we don’t get to see. Her Percy is so incredibly nuanced and it is an honor and privilege to play with/against him as Marguerite. The Mun: Walden is one of the most talented writers I have ever met. She writes for a wider range of characters (canon and OC) and genres than almost anyone I know and each one feels incredibly real and incredibly compelling. As a person, she is fun and funny, very intelligent, and a great friend. We have some great conversations about everything from the dorky to the Very Real. She’s full of insight about a number of things and is incredibly thoughtful. She is also very thoughtful in friendship - she has been one of the people who has been most supportive of my writing over time and it absolutely floors and humbles me every time to know that someone I admire so much admires me. Her writing is amazing and I catch myself rereading her posts like they’re my favorite drabbles or novels, over and over again. We’ve seen each other through probably over a dozen blogs in the time that we’ve known each other and I love that even when we lose touch for a bit, we always find a way back to one another with a new crossover, a new AU, or a new fandom. Seriously, I owe this blog to her. If there was a dedication section, hers is the name you would find there. “For Walden, who is a much a hero as her character and who has the patience of a saint”. 

Do I:

RP with them: Absolutely!Want to RP with them: Abso-friggin’-lutely. 

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Walden is an amazing friend and an amazing writer. Her Percy is a gift and if you’re following my Marguerite but not her Percy, I don’t know what to tell you except that you are missing out big time. 

Tagging: @sinkxme

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

[sinkxme]

[ @margueritestjust continued from here ]

She laughs. It is a mirthless sound; a pained sound. Marguerite whirls around to face her husband and she studies him. This ignorant fop, so unlike the man who wooed her, seduced her, married her! She has given up on asking where the Percy Blakeney she fell in love with is: he is a memory, a figment of imagination, a ghost and nothing more. This man who stands before her, who cares not a whit for anything but buckles and lace, is her husband. That is the sad truth. He cares for nothing more than trivialities. He is not the passionate lover she recalls, nor the equal she dreamt of. He cares not for her and so this obsequious martyrdom is nothing more than laughable.

Because if she doesn’t laugh - she will cry. For all she’s lost, all she’s sacrificed, all she hoped for and will never know. For her own folly, for her own pride, for her own hand in losing her husband’s love. 

“Oh, la!” she says. “Don’t sound so glum, Sir Percy. You have given me the gift of laughter - what greater gift could you possibly offer your wife?”

“What indeed!” he exclaims, a sharpness and bitterness to his tone that might well cut even the hardest of stone hearts.

And then he comes closer, tumult behind those perpetually half-lidded blue eyes as he looks down upon her. 

“Not a house. Not a fortune. Not the greatest society in the world left to fawn over and marvel at the feet of ‘the fashionable Lady Blakeney, the cleverest woman in Europe.’ No, those things seem too easily taken for granted and cast aside!”

“What indeed could a husband ever have offered you better than 'the gift of laughter’? Certainly not his life, or his trust, or his heart! Of what interest would these meager offerings be to a goddess of your superior inclinations and appetites?” 

Yet, just as quickly as it had come, whatever had been tormenting him disappears, his anger replaced once more by lethargic indifference or perhaps it is only resignation. All but for his words.

“No… No better sacrifice could there be made upon your altar than for him to be the mockery of all of England and laid prostrate before you, willing for his very nature to be the whetstone by which you might sharpen your famed wits… What indeed, madame! How fortunate you are to have such a husband; and how fortunate he is that he, as so many others, can be at your disposal, to put to use in any way you see fit, or to cast off by the same.”

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A scent of roses in her hair             A silver laugh that plays the air                              A wave of heat and Marguerite is near you… interpreted by deanna book / film / musical influenced muse & mun 21+