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He said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did.

Francesca Lia Block, The Rose and the Beast: Fairy Tales Retold

#between the shadow and the soul #words #queueme

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famous first lines of poetry pt. 1: bold the ones that apply to your muse.

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I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // Tyger Tyger, burning bright // I have done it again. // Do not go gentle into that good night. // The sea is calm to-night. // Let us go then, you and I, // April is the cruelest month, // Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // There is a place where the sidewalk ends // I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) // Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // Whose woods these are I think I know // Let us twain walk aside from the rest; // Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, // I taught myself to live simply and wisely // It so happens I am sick of being a man // I wandered lonely as a cloud // Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // O my Luve is like a red, red rose // O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; // Out of the night that covers me, // It was many and many a year ago, // You may write me down in history // Do not stand at my grave and weep // Some say the world will end in fire // Some say in ice. // Hope is the thing with feathers // The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // No man is an island, // Remember me when I am gone away, // I met a traveller from an antique land // ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves // This is thy hour O Soul, // When we wear the mask that grins and lies, // Death be not proud, // And death shall have no dominion. // Laugh, and the world laughs with you; // The art of losing isn’t hard to master; // To see a World in a Grain of Sand // Is there anybody there? said the Traveller // Nobody heard him, the dead man, // That crazed girl improving her music. // Come to me in the silence of the night; // Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // When you are old and grey and full of sleep, // In Flanders’ fields the poppies blow // I thought of you and how you love this beauty // Life, believe, is not a dream // It may be misery not to sing at all, // If tarry space no limit knows // Come live with me and be my love, // Had we but world enough and time, // My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense // Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art- // Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. // Heaven is what I cannot reach! // My dear, my dear, I know // In visions of the dark night // Shall I compare thee to a summers day? // Break, break, break // She walks in beauty, // I had a dream, which was not all a dream. // He clasps the crag with crooked hands.

#memes memes memes #//this looked fun so i had to #queueme

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BOLD EVERYTHING YOUR MUSE HAS DONE:

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tagging: @gentlegiantingvar @lokigodof @stillwciting @amongthcwreck + anyone else this intrigues. Tag me if you do it so I can see what you chose.

#nxchtmahr #memes memes memes #//freya is like so pure #//that needs to be fixed #queueme #from the mind of the wolf

@amongthcwreck

Sometimes, characters want contact that has nothing to do with sex or violence. Send one of these for your character to reach out to mine.

2. Across the Shoulder hug

It had been three weeks since the sky people descended from the heavens and came crashing into the forest. Two since Freya agreed to aid them in any way she saw fit. And one since her pack forsook her for fraternizing with, what they considered to be, the enemy. Anyone who wasn’t part of the pack was the enemy to her family. They had survived for centuries on this very notion. It was what kept them from perishing up until the humans decided to have their petty nuclear war; when things were at their most dire.

They didn’t live in those times anymore. Humans have returned, after the most brief of absences. While the ones who evolved from the nuclear disaster were just as dangerous, if not more so, as the humans from before. These sky people were not. They were all incredibly young, lost. They needed some sort of guidance or they would surely die. Freya sought for her pack to be that guidance. But they didn’t agree. They threatened to exile her if she continued to help the sky people. But she couldn’t just leave them at the mercy of the others.

She took the banishment and didn’t look back. In fact, she hadn’t thought about it until she witnessed a sweet moment pass between the siblings Bellamy and Octavia. The pangs of loneliness had never been so poignant until that moment. She fled. Into the familiar woods to mourn the loss of her pack in solitude. She would never have a moment like that again. Not with any member of her family. What had she been thinking? Going against her own brethren for a collection of wayward adolescence. She barely knew any of them and they hadn’t seemed very grateful when she appeared to stay for good.

The only one she felt any sort of connection with was Bellamy. They were usually at an odds. Confrontation seemed to be his preferred manner of social interaction. But he reminded her of the strongest members of her pack. There was a familiarity in his actions that were akin to her brother, Bjorn. She respected Bellamy, even if he didn’t think much of her.

Leaves crunched beneath boots behind her and suddenly Freya wasn’t alone anymore. She knew who it was before he came to sit next to her. His scent quickly becoming as familiar to her as her own. Bellamy. She noticed a wet stain on the rock below her and realized she had been crying. Freya sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes. She felt the weight of his arm reach across the length of her shoulders. She smiled a little. The gesture was a comforting one. “I’m afraid you’ve found me at my weakest.” Freya stated. Drying the last of the tears from her eyes. “I’m not normally this pathetic.”

#amongthcwreck #v:004 #//is this godmodding?#//i feel like this meme sort of forces you to #queueme

Wants

An au like The Thing where my muse is trapped inside a station in a desolete place. The other muse or muses are trapped as well. Along with an alien creature that quietly begins assimilating their bodies into its own. It can look like anyone at any given time. Who is the alien and who is still alive? Will we find out before they all die?

#wishes #out of fur #give me this #queueme

BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE.

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TAGGING: @amongthcwreck @foreverandeverwasalie @gentlegiantingvar @witch-of-annwn ~anyone else who would like to do this~

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched

#meme #headcanon stuff #queueme

DAds

I hate when you're trying to argue with your dad about a social/political/opinion and it gets to the point where you have to throw out them statistics and your dad is still like, "No. See, you don't know anything about the world."

#queueme #dads #fuck