#mudwoven

[rcadia]

𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔.      /     sansa  stark  aesthetic  board  @mudwoven

[pahriahsxxxxx]

Deadass the love of my life, one of my wifeys, the jake to my ryan. You’re one of those writers that I HAVE to stop and read all your threads on my dash because you’re SOOO incredibly passionate and thorough with all your muses. Even the ones I’m unfamiliar with I feel like I know partially, mostly because you’re so talented at deciphering each muse’s thoughts, voice, and ambitions! I love you fam 👁👄👁 marry me

 cianaaaaaa    ,     the    way    you’ve    got    me    Emo    as    usual    🥺   i   really    don’t    know   what    to    say    because    this    is    all    too    kind    !    i   really   am   so    lucky    to   have   you   as    a   friend    &    as     a    person    who    supports    me    always    .    i   panic   sometimes   bc   i   think    we    don’t    talk    as    much    lately   but   then   i   realise   it’s   that   perfect    level    of     comfort     we    have    where   there’s    just    no   pressure    on    one    another    which    is    rare   to   find    :’)     &    you’re    so???    kind???    like    everything    you’ve    said    here    is    just    REVERSE   UNO   B*TCH.    honestly   i   just    am    forever    astounded    at   your   raw    talent   &    the    effort   you   put   into   each   &    every    one    of    your    characters    .    you   write    such    poetry    ,     every    thread    so   beautifully    unique   to   the    point   that    i   feel   like   i    could    like    guess    the   muse   you    are    currently    writing   from   the    textured    descriptions    you    give    .    you   also    never    repeat    yourself    like     HOW    AND    WHERE    do    you    get    the    inspiration    to    be    so   wonderfully    creative    ?!     save    some   talent    for   the   rest   of   us    ,    jeez.   honestly   ,    you   are   one    of   a    kind    .      everything    you    touch    is    gold   .      and    i    just    love   you    okay?    you    are    my    ryan

[nightmaera]

i wanna take ur theme out on a date and make sure she has a good time and get her some red wine and offer up my entire soul. DAMN THIS THEME BE HOT. good job ily

HONESTLY!!!!!   idk who she is but i cannot stop thinking abt her!!!!  i just know she is a powerful being  .         AAAAAAaaaAAA  tysm  !!!  i love u <3

[healere]

White people are more uncomfortable when they’re called a racist than they are when they ARE racist LMAOOOO sad 🤡 pray for them

White people be thinking that because they had a black friend in fucking junior high that it exempts them from being racist.

🤪 🤪 🤪  it’s so funny how they really think using black folk as a prop is proof of their anti-racism like ... it just makes y’all look worse. 

[puinsh]

❝    that   shit   follows   you   home             ..      no  matter  how  hard  you  try ,   it  follows  you    home .   ❞         @mudwoven​  ,   𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎   +   sam.      

[toscrve]

@mudwoven​ ;  *twerks on steve's lap* happy birthday zaddy DONT BLOCK ME PLEASE

   picks up his phone immediately. ‘hey shuri... yeah, it’s steve! would you mind coming to pick up your brother? ...he’s in brooklyn, new york... yeah, i’ll send the coordinates in a second...’

[cozeios]

@mudwoven said:    'A HOME IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT.' jack crawford @ bedelia du maurier.

    𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝚆𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙷 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚇𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝚂.  he listens with one ear plugged with wax—odysseus sailing past the sirens, only he is deaf both to danger and insight.  he will underestimate hannibal lecter, and it will be his downfall.  it seems nothing bedelia has to say will change this; she wonders why he bothered to puncture the delicate blister of safety she’d constructed for herself if he had only planned to heed every other word she says.  resentment and irritation flare under her breast—she had forced herself to answer his call, had brushed aside her self-preservational instincts and returned herself to hannibal’s sphere of influence, only to be party to another one of his victories.

    bedelia hopes she is mistaken, but doubts that is the case.

    her head angles gently, gaze latching onto jack’s.    “i was content with what i had made for myself,”    she says evenly, picking through her words with care.  though her diction may betray her general malcontent, she is careful to maintain a mask of inscrutability.  to insinuate dissatisfaction rather than grant it free rein.  it is easy to do so.  second nature to show caution in revealing the truth of her feelings; she has long since learned the necessity for it.    “that anonymity is... lost to me, now.”

    whatever hope she’d had of evading hannibal is in the past.  bedelia does not doubt that her efforts have already spared her life, but a great feat achieved once does not lend itself to repetition.  her presence here has returned her to the heart of the maze, and the walls have shifted around her; to find her way out once more, she must choose a different route.  it has already been proven that such a retreat as she attempted is traceable; if jack crawford can find her, then hannibal lecter can as well.  she had been confident, before, that removing the temptation would be sufficient—that dangling herself just out of reach would force him back onto his heels.  now that his match with will graham and the fbi is drawing to a close, the entirety of his focus is liable to turn back to her.

    but there is safety in closeness, and the prospect is not entirely undesirable.

[odisn]

'I KNOW NOTHING OF ROMANCE.' from natasha romanoff.

ROMANCE  IS  EASY ,  RELATIONSHIPS  ARE  HARD .       between the pair lie a mountain of failed dynamics   :   for Thor ,  a sibling he couldn't reconnect with ,  a father he couldn't emulate ,  a mother torn trying to keep this family together as they drifted   ;   like trying to catch an ocean in your palms .     Natasha perhaps feels different ,  perhaps the same   --------------   their stories diverge and intertwine at different points ,  after all .

romance is easy .   romance is impulse ,  is desire ,  is fleeting sensations that come and go and leave you dizzy as you try and comprehend your stance on the world .   does its simplicity hold us back    ?       Thor wonders ,  toying absent - mindedly with his emptied glass ,  watching the light reflect and refract through the vessel .

❝       do you wish to ,  someday     ?     or is that a fantasy long acquired and forgotten by those in this line of work    ?      ❞  

                                @mudwoven    /    p.