rage against the dying light.

there is such virtue in low places, but one day, they will be exalted on high. this life has a day after.  literature multimuse. penned by zachariah. 

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like this post for a starter!    please specify whom  or  i will pick for you <3 

[persephonememes]

sentence prompts ➝  poetry starters

‘  life— the thing that happens to us.  ’

‘  you owe no one your forgiveness.  ’

‘  how’s that for a happily ever after?  ’

‘  silence has always been my loudest scream.  ’

‘  when I die, do not waste a minute mouring me.  ’

‘  “no” is short for “fuck off.”  ’

‘  you shine brighter than all the starlight there has ever been or ever will be.  ’

‘  i bet you regret making an enemy out of me.  ’

‘  we cannot control what we remember  ’

‘  i don’t even believe in people.  ’

‘  it takes courage to grow up and become who you really are  ’

‘  i am a world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.  ’

‘  whatever it is that stirs your soul, listen to that. everything else is just noise.  ’

‘  i like the disaster of the night sky, stars spilling this way and that as if  they were upturned from a glass.  ’

‘  resist much, obey little.  ’

‘  be patient and tough; one day this pain will be useful to you.  ’

‘  i am a dreamer with empty hands and I like the chill.  ’

‘  i deserved someone who was willing to stay  ’

‘  you’re everywhere except right here and it hurts  ’

‘  time doesn’t obey our commands  ’

‘  girls like her were born in a storm.  ’

‘  only the brave and the broken are kind in this world.  ’

‘  people aren’t born sad; we make them that way.  ’

‘  some people are born with tornados in their lives  ’

‘  there is nothing scarier in their minds than a girl who knows the power of her flames.  ’

‘  tell them to be proud of every bit of themselves—  ’

‘  some are made of witchcraft and wolf and a little bit of vice.  ’

‘  these scars have never diminished your worth, they are the stories that make you whole.  ’

‘  and you say you are broken, but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.  ’

‘  but what could you possibly see in her?  ’

‘  everything, I see everything in her, because the stardust that makes her is the same stardust that makes me.  ’

‘  did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul?  ’

‘  you clutter my mind  ’

‘  i close my eyes and see infinite galaxies  ’

‘  i long for a life i have control of  ’

‘  and all i have now are memories that feel like dreams  ’

‘  don’t be afraid of getting hurt  ’

‘  you have to fight to be alright  ’

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playersmerely:

     “not yet crowned, not yet king.” harry drinks as much as he can, smile still tempered as ned talks on. how rambling he did get when he imbibed! to talk so much and say so little was truly remarkable. “as prince of knavery i decree this – swap you clothes with me, and when we arrive within my father’s sight it will be i in rags and your neck will be unscathed. say you are a travelling duke, who happened upon me in the forest, and i took you to drink as part of my thanks for accompanying me on such treacherous paths as do cross these woods.” hal bounces his leg, jostling ned in his lap, grin growing wide, infectious. “what say you, good duke and savior?”

  “THOU’RT KING OF A KINGDOM OF THY OWN,    sweet wag.”   poins teased,  raising his  bottle as if to indicate  all of  eastcheap  --   a whole tavern full of rogues,   all at hal’s  command!   what an unlucky king this was.  ned,  of course,  listened to the  JEST  his prince had in mind,  arms slinging around his shoulders   and  &  head  canted to the side as he  LISTENED.   

 “thou knowst  i am  all for a good jest,   my darling lord   --   yet art thou so eager to worsen  thy  person in thy father’s  eyes?  wouldst  thou do so just to see me  come home with thee?”    his suspicious expression lightened with a smile,  and he fondly  patted hal’s face,  not ungently.   “methinks thou wouldst cook up a scheme so foolish just to see me undress.     aye,  good lord.  thou hast convinced me.” 

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                  “ uh — ugh. “ ophelia deigns not to speak, not to comment on the new sprung lilacs that’d just been trampled under an unobservant foot. she instead sighs and shakes her head, prepared to leave the matter but next are some small white iris’ – yes, she shouldn’t have placed them in the grass, but there was something so oppressive about flowerbeds, “ if you could stick to the little path. i would appreciate it, surely. “ / * @staysgold !

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   WHEN THE YOUNG GIRL’S  voice hits the ears of the weapon bearer,  initially,   he just stares at her in something akin to  CONFUSION  --  unsure of why he’s being addressed for simply  walking   ( sometimes,  tybalt could be like this;   sticking too much to his own head  ).    but then,  when his head dips downward and he looks at the  poor flower  bending underneath   dirtied  sole,  immediately  his  mouth curves into an  o shape,   and he  retreats to the path  only  a few steps  behind.

 “ --      oh.   my mistake.   these are your flowers?   they look wild,  i mean --  they’re not in a garden or anything,”   he remarked,   in slight,  honest remorse,   meeting the girls  eyes  and  frowning.   “didn’t  mean  to  kill them,  little miss.” 

[wowiloveoscarisaac]

oscar isaac holding a cat at john goodman’s hand and footprint ceremony

I found this on @/oscarisaacposts on twitter

[aropippin]

Winnie, go. Go and have everything.

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playersmerely:

       he steadies ned on his lap-throne, chair shifting beneath them and giving them whining scrape of wood against stone, drunkenly grinning in tandem. “trying to be rid of me so quickly?” he angles his chin up, mouth pursed for a moment, as if trying to catch the bottle’s lip with his own, willing a drink without lifting a finger. “ – if you want me gone so badly, perhaps you should accompany me home. i hear these roads are prey to thieves at night.”

 “OH,  YES.   MOST CERTAINLY.    i want to sit down in your chair,  don’t you see?   it’s my favorite chair,  and you’re sitting it.”   he  teased,   laughing,   bringing  the  bottle  HELPFULLY  up to  hal’s  lips to drink from   --    not without,  of course,  PURPOSEFULLY  spilling a little  bit on him.    ever the jokester was this one.   ned  couldn’t stop  chuckling   --   a laughing,  talkative  hyena  of a drunk was this thief   --  yet  still,  he managed a sly smile  at  hal’s  words.     “oh- ho- ho !!    and what?  be hanged the moment your father catches the sight of these  rags?    you accuse me  of wanting you to go    --      yet  here you are,  begging me  come and be killed!    cruel thing.  thou’rt a worse thief than i.   all hail  harry,   king of knavery,   is what i say.”   he teased,   still LAUGHING.   clearly,  he meant nothing malicious by these words  --   he betrayed nothing  but  fondness. 

[leoholzer]

Oscar Isaac’s Filmography - Ex Machina │1/5│

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“ned, where’s my hug?” from hal :)

  “HAL,  I HAVE TO GO –”   whined the slightly older man from his place across eastcheap.   this was standard;   every day,  three  fifteen,   ned parted from hal and the boys in the midst of their   late lunch   in order to pick up his  siblings from  school,  drop them off at home,   and  POSSIBLY  return  –   if he didn’t have to  babysit them,   or make dinner.    yet,  still.   hal was impossible to  resist,   and,   in ned’s head,   he tended to joke that hal would probably banish  him   if he didn’t  agree to his demands.   ha ha,   what a future that would be! 

he made the trek back to their normal  table with an  air of  faux-irritation,   as if hal was really putting him out and  FORCING  him to come back and show him the barest form of affection.   ned just loved to cause a scene,  sometimes.   but,  still:   he was glad when hal stood to meet him,   their forms  entwining easily  in a tight,  familiar hug,   hal’s arms  wrapped tight around ned’s  shoulders,   and ned’s,   hal’s  back.     before they parted,   he turned his head     (   grinning that unmistakable  grin!    )  to press a kiss to  hal’s temple.   “right. i’ll see you later,   you blasted  affectionate thing.”    he teased  quietly,   for hal’s ears only. 

it was when  falstaff,  bardolph,   and  peto   started to    “awww”   and  whistle  that  ned  pulled away,  smiling,    cuffed hal  FONDLY   /    GENTLY   across the head,   and said:     “    –   alright,   boys,   i’ll see you later. no one do anything funny while i'm gone, or else i'll have you all hanged.” 

[coldasyou]

Musical Theater Meme: Costumes (1/3) - Winnie’s dress (Tuck Everlasting) 

[scvedbylove-archive]

@staysgold | winnie wildest dreams 

          “nothing lasts forever.” he’s learning that more & more, especially of late. it’s funny, isn’t it? it should have been burned into him from the start, from the time he was an infant & his family had been ripped away from him. everything dies. he hadn’t really UNDERSTOOD, not until cedric. & now, sirius. gone. the plans they’d made, the future he’d hoped for – a family – all of it’s gone now. he sighs. “sorry,” he says, because it feels wrong to drop all of this onto her. his voice, even to his own ears, sounds small. “just… sorry.”

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    BROWS CREASE IN GENUINE SYMPATHY    for the  older boy  sitting beside her.    winnie knew all too well what he spoke of,   the image of her father’s smiling face  conjured immediately to her head    --    yet still,  an image of the   tucks  came to her mind.     the tucks were  forever.      pink lips closing into a line,   winnie  scooted a little bit closer to  where harry  sat,    and reached out to  press her  smaller hand   on  top of his. 

 “harry   ...    if  there’s  anything i know,   it’s that ...   well,   everything  must  end.”    again,  the thought of the tucks!   she managed a soft,   kind smile  for the other’s  comfort,   disregarding the image.   “and sometimes,  the fact that nothing lasts forever is what makes it all the more    ...   beautiful and precious,   you know?”

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“once, i was told that all men get what they deserve.” hermia @ tyb 👀

     THE PRINCE OF CATS   GLANCED   at the  woman  as  she  spoke,  DARK  brow  raising  slightly.    his muscular  form  shifted slightly,   wrists crossing over the other,   head tilting slightly    –     his chestnut gaze  flitted up toward the ceiling,    as if he was bidding some higher  power  control his words with a little more  grace,    before   he finally  looked back upon  hermia. 

   “   –    sweet lady,”     he begins  tightly;   polite speech was never quite his forte.   he’d rather say nothing at all.     tybalt continued  simply:    “in the experience of my life,    i have found that not to be so    whatsoever.  one might dream idly of justice,  but truly    …    it will not occur if you do not bid it to  with your  own  words and actions.” 

[cristinazavala]

parte de un cuento ilustrado sobre “el guardián entre el centeno”

[julietcapulct]

fortinbras getting to denmark like:

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“i haven’t felt this helpless in years.” ham @ fort !

   DARK EYES  LOOK WITH A DEGREE OF INTENSITY   upon the man of almost  horrifically  similar  circumstances as he.   truly,  it plucked  at  fortinbras’s   HEART STRINGS  in a way that he couldn’t quite  explain   –  maybe it was because he   wouldn’t wish his current situation on anybody whatsoever.    even his own composure,  which tended to be rock solid,  was rocked by the death of his father;  the  irritation that came  from his uncle to power  was enough to nearly  drive him into making  some  rash decisions,   the sort of which  hamlet was no doubt  presently  ENGULFED in. 

 fortinbras  looked over  at  hamlet  &  heard his words  with sympathy  in his expression.    he saw the way the  fellow  prince  looked;   the bleakness of his demeanor,  the dark circles  beneath his eyes,    all the like.    the man’s lips closed into a line,    and after a moment,   in an unexpected show of  support,  moved his hand  to  press against  hamlet’s,   nodding solidly. 

 “     –    fear not,   hamlet.     brother.     you  needn’t  feel helpless.”     grip tightened  on his  arm;   so did the intensity  in fortinbras’s  gaze,  the determination  that was easily seen.       “i will help you in this quest that you tell me about.        why should we not be  allies?       ‘tis  vengeance  you seek,  and vengeance  that  i,   too,   hope to gain against the ones who have wronged my noble state.      there is  a way for us both to come out on top   –   i am sure of it.       what say you?”

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*.   @princeandrci  /   starter call.

  YOUNG EYES LOOK WITH   distinct distaste  at those around the two;  arms cross tight  around his  chest,   as if to shield from the  COLD,  before  holden remarks  unhappily:     “i swear to God,  everybody  here’s a bunch of   goddamn phonies.      i don’t even know what t’  do about it.   it’s upsettin’  the hell outta me.” 

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*.  @iskronet​   /    starter call.

   FORTINBRAS  PULLED  THE  FUR COAT   a little  tighter  over his  chest;  although in the  past  hour,  this was the only   slight tell he’d  given  that he was   COLD.    he was a man made of ice,  truly  --    with the solemnity of a  king,    prince  though  he was.   truly,  he almost  seemed inhuman  in his  composure.

“your highness,   might we consider having a fire?”     it was a question spoken like a statement,   like his answer was already decided without the input of a queen.     a soft,  slightly humorless chuckle  on his lips,   fortinbras remarked,   “i fear the worst:  my fingertips turning blue.”