#love tragedy

[bioloyg]

Sam Reid knows how to serve cunt, face, his lines, you name it. As does Jacob Anderson. Two bad bitches pit against each other for an entire series.

[natureandprose]

Ghost

They call her Ghost, a secret this sheltered girl of sixteen peaking behind closed doors and curtains of a hidden creaky house, with generations of deaths.

The boy who enters the front door delves into her world, future meets past a manifestation, beyond the shadows where curiosity lights them up.

They collide, enveloped in newness of sunsets and nights fish and chips and rides in the countryside bursting with laughter and love.

Procreation, a plan in sight, but the outside world is unwelcoming, and a girl who is invisible does not want to be found or seen.

Ghost won’t be taken, and the boy finds his new home, six feet under in the family cemetery more secrets buried, and a love that wilted.

[random-sweet-things]

Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever worthy of a good honest love, but then I remember I'm not even a love child.

~ I can only dream of finding it

[tierqueer]

status: crying about wolfstar again <\3

[goddessofrainbowland]

It's never too late if it's the right time.

[redsamuraiii]

A Japanese Love Tale

Listen to this song and read the story below for full effect.

Once upon a time in Feudal Japan, there were two lovers from different clans. A proud Samurai and a high-born lady. These two neighboring clans were close allies that fought many battles against common enemies that it’s almost impossible to defeat one of them without involving the other, so over time, the enemies learned at their own peril to leave them alone and they were at peace for many years. So the lovers were set to get married to strengthen the ties between the two clans. However, jealousy shattered their marriage when a war broke out due to treachery, one clan believing the other to be causing it, when in fact, it was orchestrated by one man who resented the idea of his crush marrying his rival. The two lovers got separated by the war, each making a promise they would re-unite one day when it’s all over but the Samurai died in battle and the high-born lady, overcame with grief, killed herself wanting to be with him in the after life. By the time the two clans realized who was the mastermind, it was too late. It is said that the two souls could not find peace and found each other in the after life but got resurrected as a demon, full of anger and hatred, that it kills every newly wed couples it encounters in the village.

Over time, weddings became more bloodier than the battlefield that people began to wed in secrecy for fear of being killed by the demon. They were several attempts to kill the demon but none had succeeded. It seems almost impossible that it could even be killed. The killings spread beyond the village to the surrounding region and caught the attention of a traveling warrior monk or Yamabushi. He went to the investigate and hunt down the demon across the mountains, forests and villages, until he finally found it and tried to reason with the demon to ask why but failed as it only hungers for blood. But strangely enough, when the Yamabushi looked deep into its eyes, there was only sorrow. But seeing that the demon had kill many innocent people and with the villagers wanting it dead, the Yamabushi had no choice but to kill it as he was the only one who could kill it as the demon fears warrior monks. The villagers rejoiced after the demon was killed and wished to reward the Yamabushi but he refused. So the villagers asked, why would he went out of his way to hunt down this demon without any desire for rewards, is it because he’s a monk? Because even monks need money for the temple. The Yamabushi smiled tiredly and said, no, it’s because the demon killed his wife on the first night of his marriage, along with his whole family who tried to protect her. He thought he was dead but only to awake in a mountain monastery where a traveling monk had found him.

So in a bid to get rid of his heart from pain and sorrow over the loss of his loved ones, he became a monk to let go of his past and his worldly desires which will only bring him pain. He too was a Samurai before he became a monk like the one who found him in the blood bath of his home years ago. Although he was a Samurai, the training to be a mountain warrior monk is not as easy as it’s difficult in its own way and the burden of his tragic past pulling him down makes it all the more difficult to endure that he contemplated committing suicide to reunite with his loved ones but he endured and pushed on to move forward. After many years, he finally overcome the obstacles and found inner peace. He began his pilgrimage as a traveling monk across the lands to learn new knowledge when he stumble upon the rumors of a demon killing newly wed couples which triggered his past memories and was consumed with vengeance that he feels he is not worthy of receiving any rewards from the villagers he helped saved because he not only did it out of the goodness of his heart but mainly because he wanted to avenge his loved ones. The villagers were stunned to silence and cried, knowing what he feels as they too lost their loved ones but assured him that he is more than worthy for saving them. The Yamabushi finally bid them farewell and went on his way along the lonely road.

The Yamabushi had always wondered why the Gods kept him alive while the rest of his family were taken away from him but now he found his answer. He continued down the lonely path until he disappears in the fog to the mountains.

[notesfromwest]

Han

I watched him play the piano,

He sat all alone.

A mournful song to match his soul.

And he sighed but never paused,

When he heard me draw near.

And before that very moment

I never knew,

That he knew,

That I knew,

Of the monster that he is.

He was beautiful all his days,

And I feared him as much as I loved him.

I would force a symphony to play for an eternity,

Just for him,

If he asked I’d even steal the violins.

So I could see his smile, as the players searched in disarray.

But now,

Cause I know,

That he knows.

That I know,

Of his compiling sins,

Perhaps his notes will distract us for tonight.

Have you ever heard a song,

With no words, and only soul.

I fear my pen can’t even reach that far.

There is blood, dripping down, from the keys that he plays.

And I know

That he knows,

We will never be the same.

And at the risk of execution,

I beg for an audience with the King.

To spare him his life, oh God, please.

And I wished that I didn’t know,

That he knew,

That I knew.

Cause from that moment on

Only the melody ever got through.

Now in the hands of the King,

There is only one sane thing to do,

For an assassinating musician.

And I will forever hold,

That image of his silhouette,

Playing in the dark.