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[coalessscence]

@of-tea-and-cardigans replied to your post “i have a job interview today so ajdhfjg everybody cross your fingers...”

Good luck!! I’m sure you’ll rock it!!

thank you sm!! it went super well! 

[thepeopleversus]

@icelandicandamess​ at least there are no parents getting all in the refs face. Barba takes care of that

//That’s what he’s best at. Yelling at people on behalf of parents. It’s his calling.

@of-tea-and-cardigans Idk what age range you're picturing but I was totally imagining like five year olds lol

//I was absolutely imagining five year olds.

[berlinallover]

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet (did i send you this one? i meant to~)

Obscure Feelings

Kurt was breathless.

It had only been seven years since the last time Kurt had been here, and the place was beyond recognition. The last time he had been here, there had been suffering. There had been anger and blood and the horrible, terrifying idea that escape was impossible. The air itself felt oppressive, like breathing it was dangerous.

Kurt had been seventeen then, and the Berlin Wall still stood here.

Now Kurt was twenty three and standing on liberated ground.

The Wall had come down only a few months ago. The wall that Kurt had been so sure -- so convinced would be standing for decades, maybe centuries to come, was gone as if it had never been. Berlin was beginning the 1990s as the strong city it was meant to be. All the suffering Kurt had seen, all the starving mutants and persecuted “others” that had lived here, all those that had tried to escape only to be shot as they scaled the walls. All of it was gone.

The prayers of Kurt’s broken heart had been answered. His home was free.

A warm hand took Kurt’s, and he blinked out of his memories as he felt a gentle touch wiping away tears he hadn’t realized he was shedding. He turned and looked, and was met with a gentle smile from his beloved.

“Hey,” said Peter, his voice soft and understanding. “It’s alright. Everything’s okay.”

Sniffling a bit, Kurt nodded. He broke into a wide smile, no less bright with the tears still streaming down his face. He could feel it in his soul. He could feel the warmth here, the freedom. The freshness to the air that Kurt hadn’t believed existed anywhere in the world until he came to America. There was opportunity here again. He didn’t have to pray for Germany anymore. Germany already had God working for her. And she was going to be okay.

“I know,” said Kurt. He wiped his eyes and smiled across the divide. “Alles ist gut.”

He took a deep breath, and, holding Peter’s hand tightly, stepped across the line that used to be the wall. And for the first time, Kurt walked into West Berlin without any fear in his heart.

[berlinallover]

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Obscure Feelings

"Zey used to think it vas a costume," said Kurt, huge golden eyes peering around the flap of the brightly colored tent at the passing crowds. "Zey thought zat I vas vearing body paint. But I heard a man call me... Ein Mutant." He turned back to his foster mother curiously. "Vhy vould he say zat?"

Margali didn't look up from her sewing. "I don't know, kleine Perle. Maybe he vas a very rude man. Zey say things like zat sometimes."

Kurt watched her a moment. He finally walked over to her, touching her arm. He was getting to be a lanky thing, but he was still small. And he needed her to move her arms so he could clamber up into the chair beside her. "It is because of die Blau Frau, isn't it?"

Margali pretended not to acknowledge it, but Kurt saw her fingers hesitate in their sewing. "Who?" she asked simply.

"Margali," said Kurt quietly. "You know. Ze vone on ze television zat you did not vant me to see, who saved ze President of America. Ze vone zat looks like me."

She didn't speak for a moment, then she looked at Kurt with a solemn expression. "Yes," she said. "It is because of die Blau Teufel."

Kurt blinked, startled by that turn. "Wie bitte?"

"She has exposed ze people here. She has forced your kind out into ze light. Now zey vill think of you and ze o'zers as freaks." She had a fire in her eyes that Kurt had never seen before, and he felt a bit afraid. "She had no right to do zat."

Kurt frowned a bit. "But... Isn't it better?" he said slowly. "Isn't it better to be seen so zat... So zat ve vill be accepted?"

Margali looked away. "You vill never be accepted, Kurt. Zey vill never understand."

Kurt stared at her a long second, his heart sinking low in his chest. He felt sick suddenly. He hadn't thought he was a freak -- but now it was hard not to.

He climbed down from the chair and walked back to the flap of the tent, peering out cautiously. They couldn't all think that, could they? They didn't really believe he was a monster...

As he looked out at the passing figures, he saw a group of them notice him. One of the young women shrieked like she’d seen something terrifying, and all of them broke into harsh, cruel laughter. Laughing at Kurt’s face. Laughing at him for being born.

With tears in his eyes, he shut the flap and turned away. They weren’t anyone. They were just passing people Kurt would never see again.

But they thought he was a freak. A monster. And Kurt knew that he might never seen them again, yes, but he would never forget.

[qceenie-blog]

MY BABE @of-tea-and-cardigans GOT ME THE NEWT SCAMANDER PHOTO SCRAPBOOK AND LETS JUST SAY QUEENIE IS LIKE WAKE ME UP INSIDE JK BUT REALLY DRAFTS AND SHIT ARE COMING TONIGHT first tho i’m going to see christmas lights at the zoo which makes me very happy as well :D

[magnetiicpersonality]

of-tea-and-cardigans replied to your photo “#QuicksilverVibes Like five minutes after I took this picture Time in...”

YOU ARE PRECIOUS

//Oh you~~ <3

Please, continue being nice to me.

[magnetiicpersonality]

🍀☠⚓️

Positive munday stuff!

☘ Is there anything that makes you instantly want to follow someone? (I think this is the one you meant????)

There isn’t, actually. I have like a billion sideblogs and I go crazy if my dash is really fast, so I’m incredibly selective about who I follow. Generally if I think they’ll give me stuff to reblog on my own blogs that’s a big plus, or if I’ve made friends with the mun and wanna see their OOC posts. But like I’ve written with people for months before, suddenly remember I’m not following them, and have to go in and fix it. Then I sometimes unfollow people and realize I miss seeing them on my dash. It’s all about me trying to be strategic in my following so I don’t overwhelm myself, and generally failing pretty badly at it!

☠ What keeps you happy? 

Generally I’m happiest in writing when I have good enough chemistry with another writer that we can both start mutually exploring our character’s deepest feelings and wants and fears, and then exploiting it so everybody’s miserable. :D Letting my characters “be themselves” is really exciting and always pays off really well.

⚓ Are there any small details you tend to like in roleplays? 

REPEATED THEMES!!!!! When things come full circle, that’s my fucking weakness. Especially when it’s more emotionally distressing the second time. Shit son.

[magnetiicpersonality]

of-tea-and-cardigans replied to your post “@itsaboutsurviving”

boooooo

//BOO YOURSELF