FLAMES//ASHES ❞

i am perpetually torn between grace and violence

[spitfyred]

ohhhhhhhhhhh shit, ya b is back. i’m looking to be fairly active again in the PST evenings so please direct me to your nearest starter.

[babysun]

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[naragun-deactivated20161113]

I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.

[lyricallymnded]

champion // fall out boy

[spitfyred]

skvtewitch:

Circe’s eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes narrowed. It still hurt that her parents were dead, but she didn’t expect this weirdo to let her go for that, but because of how odd this might’ve looked to anyone observing. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” she replied, denying that she was trying to pocket her. If anything, the teen was better at lying by omission. Shaking herself, she rubbed one of her arms with her hand to massage away the feeling of the woman’s grip. Something didn’t seem right about her. From her hold, to the way she felt while speaking to her, the teen couldn’t place it. It’s not like she could be something in the realm of what she was anyway, right? Such thoughts and feelings seemed like nonsense to her, so she suppressed them. Glancing from the woman to her hand, she nodded slowly and hesitantly placed the trinket onto her pale palm. “I’d rather have the hot meal than figure out how to trade this anyway,” she mumbled, “but not like, soup or anything boring because that won’t help me.”

          madailein rolled her eyes at the blatant lie, but relief flooded her body as her pendant was returned. as quick as it hit her hand, it was stowed away in an even better hiding spot than before. it had been careless of her to leave it so easily accessible, egotistical really, to assume that street rats wouldn’t try and mark her. snorting at the teen’s demand, she nodded. ❝  aye, i’ll have ye know i’ve had some meat buildin’ soups in my time. but s’up to you.  ❞ mads said, shrugging, before turning on her heel and walking confidently towards a square she had passed earlier teeming with local vendors and food trucks. ❝  an’ i’ll have none o’ this thievin’ if i’m buyin ye food. these are hard workin’ folk who pour their lives inta craftin’ food and workin’ their fields.  ❞ she shot over her shoulder, assuming the girl would follow. it was, after all, a promised free meal. 

[spitfyred]

          hello friends! sorry that i’ve been a bit inactive. i’ve had a rough go of it the last few weeks, the last few days in particular. but i’m here and i’m about to jump on my drafts so!!! expect some replies tonight. i’m also working on another blog so.... look out for that one soon! 

[sanctamater]

roseygraphics:

   reblog this and say nice things in the tag abt the person you reblogged this from. 

[prvzrak-archive-deactivated2016]

A coffee pot can be a coffee mug if you just don’t fucking care 

[lawyer voice] the prosecution makes a compelling argument, but have you considered this *puts middle finger up*

[roosterteethaesthetic]

[spitfyred]

guess who’s really fucking annoyed with one of their roommates??? this bitch. like. i’m losing my patience with this weird superiority thing that she’s developed in the last year. i’m losing my patience with being treated like a fucking burden in 9/10 interactions. i’m losing my patience with being treated like a child. and i am sick and fucking tired of being the only one held accountable for things. but what the fuck ever. it isn’t like i work just as much as she does & fucking parent the second i walk back in the door. it isn’t like i have no private space. it isn’t as if i bought/procured next to everything in our apartment. it isn’t like i pay an extra $200 in bills every month plus buy all the food plus cook 90% of the hot meals in our house. it’s fucking fine. 

i fucking love being treated like this and having my child treated like a burden in just about every interaction i witness. it’s not like you knew what you’d be signing up for. it’s not like i wasn’t 100% upfront about it. but heck! it’s fine! because like, if push came to shove, nobody fucking prefers me anyway! so i’ll shove all my feelings aside and get over myself so that i can provide for my kid and not struggle even more than i do right fucking now. 

lmao life is great and i’m fucking fine. right?

[feministism]

[spitfyred]

pleasurefed:

         This wasn’t her laundry room, and the only clothes she’d brought with her were currently in the dryer, so it really wasn’t for Nasrin to say what the dress code might be. Besides, it wasn’t the underwear that interested her in their current and unlikely predicament– it was the creature inside the underwear in question that had caught her attention. Finding fey was rare. Finding fey in a big city was even more rare. Finding them by accident in the laundry room of her one night stand was just bizarre. But then, Nasrin enjoyed bizarre circumstances– they were far more entertaining than the usual drudgery of the world.

         A smile proliferated across her features, slow and reserved. “Don’t feel like you have to cover up on my account.” She sidestepped a counter housing someone’s abandoned box of dryer sheets and inhaled the scent of detergent and lint, trying to get a feel for what brand of fae this girl was. Something Seelie maybe?

          she didn’t have a way to explain it, perhaps instinct would be the closest way to pin it, but as the door opened madailein immediately found herself more curious about the building than she had before. what had walked in - because she could sense that this wasn’t a human - was a feeling she had recognized before. sure - not since before jesus had water walked his way into the hearts of gullible men, but she would recognize the feel of a demon anywhere. she had fond memories of a romp with one in greece. 

          releasing the hem of her shirt, madailein rested her elbows back on a machine. it gave her the opportunity to take in the demon before her. she was stunning, that much was clear from a glance. a charming smirk spread across her lips.  ❝  well i’d be doin’ a poor show of it if this was my best attempt a’ coverin’ up. now. what’s a demon like yeh doin’ in a place like this?  ❞

[spitfyred]

skvtewitch:

Circe had been without a meal for nearly three days. The cold always made it more difficult for the teen to pick pockets as frozen hands never made the best of tools. However, she wasn’t suspecting her latest victim to even notice she was trying to pick her pocket, not to mention be able to latch onto her before she had a chance to react. Scowling at the woman, the teen tried to wiggle free from her grasp. “I’m sure my mam would’ve if she was still alive.” She snapped. “But you’re looking worse than I am right not, aren’t ya? Grabbing a small unknown teenager out in public.”

          madailein stared at the little girl, who looked just shy of young adulthood (guessing ages wasn’t really mads’ forte given her immortality) before cackling. ❝  oh jeysus, ye think i’ll be lettin’ ya go just because your mummy and daddy are dead? i know the hustle ye’re running, i’ve been at it longer than you’d believe.  ❞ cocking her head to the side, madailein sighed. ❝  but i’m a soft ol’ biddy.  ❞ her iron grip released, before she held out her palm expectantly. ❝  give me trinket back, an’ i’ll buy ye a hot meal. i can promise ye won’t find a soul who’d think it was worth mor’n a quid.  ❞ there weren’t many who would give this child a fair exchange for magical items, even if the girl knew what she had (there was a sniff of magick around her, perhaps a young practitioner or one touched by a god). worse off, madailein had identifying charms on her belongings. any magick peddler with a sound mind in all of europe would know her mark.  

[spitfyred]

i don’t know how to properly convey to y’all how intensely madailein feels things. like.... so??? intensely?? 

[spdrparker]

every episode of iron fist w/ colleen wing [s01e02]

if i say anything, i’ll just end up crying… this was a fail, guys. these exercises are about trying to teach you how to perform in the real world, so do better.

[spitfyred]

@skvtewitch liked for a starter

          it had been decades since she’d been in belfast - probably since the late 60s when things had really started getting out of hand. as much as it had changed visually, it was still somehow the same. in her mind she could see it as it had been spanning centuries. it was a light touch on her pocket that jolted her from her thoughts, arms whipping out to latch on to the perpetrator. madailein cocked an eyebrow at the small redhead. ❝  yer mum never tell ye to stay outta strangers’ pockets? never know what ye’ll find in’er.  ❞