#rosewand

[kclibri]

andddd queenie ☄ !!

▋    INCOMING TRANSMISSION  # ???    SIGNAL SCRAMBLED.❛  QUEENIE, I’M CALLING YOUR NAME.  ❜   –   TRANSCRIPT AS FOLLOWS.

Today I found the railroad tracks.  They ran straight and long through a field of tall green grass, like tracks left by parallel skis in the snow.  But the winter has thawed now.  It is springtime again.  At least …  it looks like springtime.  [ SILENCE, 45 SEC. ]  …  I walked along the tracks as far as I could.  The grass was so tall, I could put my hands out on either side and skim my fingers along the blades.  But I couldn’t find the train …  Then I grew tired.  I lay down.  I waited to hear the rumble of approach beneath my skull; to be crushed beneath its wheels in a sudden bolt, like an annihilating arrow …  but it never came.  [ SILENCE, 20 SEC. ]  Why won’t it come?  …  Queenie, are these the rails that brought you to Star City?  Or the ones that took you away?  I remember the smart clip of your heels on the platform; your matching luggage …  When you told me you were proud to know me, that you would point me out in history books and say, ‘ I knew him before he flew, ’ I shook my head and laughed.  I said it didn’t matter if I was remembered, if I was praised, if Stas Arsenievich became a household name or was lost forever.  What was important, I said, was only the present; only to do now the most wonderful thing one could think of  –  and hang whether anyone remembered.  [ LAUGHTER. ]  What a fool …  [ SILENCE, 30 SEC. ]  …  You know, Queenie, thinking of it now …  I think …  I wish I had … exercised a little more foresight.  I think it would be nice to be remembered.  When I close my eyes and strain to listen, out across this vast … this barren wasteland …  I wish I could hear someone calling my name.  [ SILENCE, 10 SEC. ]  But there’s nothing.  Not even the sound of a distant train.  [ SILENCE, 30 SEC. ]  And when I awoke, it was snowing.

END.    //    @rosewand

[vigilawyer]

//\ !!

❛    a lyric / quote for our muses.    ❜     ⊹     @rosewand ,   queenie !

honestly,   the song  “ i was wrong “  by  a r i z o n a  really suits the vibe that we have going on for our current thread,   and kind of the general feel of queenie & matt’s relationship when it comes to pre-matt telling queenie that he’s daredevil,   and maybe the immediate moments after.   i can’t use the whole song though because that’s not what this meme calls for   (  i will link it here,   though!  )   so here’s the snippet that i feel most pertains to them:

used to be so warm,   those daysi try not to rememberi got lost in the storm of my wayscouldn’t pull myself together,   ‘self together

and i’ll be the first to tell you,   you were rightoh,   you were right,   oh,   you were rightwon’t try to say i’m sorry this time:but i want you to know that i was wrong.

[lawyeir]

 america  was  a  nearly  frightful  place  to  be  ,  though  not  quite  so  terrifying  that  matthew  wanted  to  turn  tail  and  return  right  back  to  where  he  came  from  .  it  was  a  bit  of  that  ,  and  a  bit  of  the  newness  of  it  that  he  found  he  wanted  to  know  more  of  .  england  sat  waiting  ,  but  so  did  new  york  ,  and  his  ship  ,  at  least  ,  had  managed  to  take  him  safely  here  .  now  it  was  only  a  matter  of  existing  here  safely  .  he  had  a  map  in  his  hand  ,  but  it  didn’t  seem  to  be  doing  much  good  ,  and  ,  anyways  ,  he’d  found  the  perfect  building  to  take  cover  in  .  the  smell  was  alluring  and  reminded  him  of  the  paper  shoppes  back  home  .  all  he  needed  do  now  was  catch  someone  who  might  know  where  he  could  go  .  so  he  did  :  the  first  who  came  wandering  past  .            ❝      excuse  me  .      ❞            bright  ,  cheery  smile  .            ❝      i  seem  to  have  lost  my  way  .      ❞

@rosewand   /   sc.

[peacefulapostle--a]

@rosewand  ||  <3′d for a shippy thing

      SUNLIGHT  BEGINS  TO  SHINE  into  the  window  of  her  house. He’s  found  himself  in  her  bed  for  multiple  nights  in  a  row.  After  letting  himself  give  in  to  her  charms  and  he  was  simply  unable  to  resist  her  any  longer.  Not  that  it  was  hard.  Joel  finds  her  unbelievable  sexy  and  a  smart  woman  does  turn  him  on.  It’s  his  stubborn  streak  that  has  kept  him  at  bay.  When  he  opens  his  eyes  an  arm  is  already  tucked  over  him and  he  slides  to  turn  over  to  face  her.  His  lips  press  into  shoulder,  then  her  neck,  before  nuzzling  into  the  crook  of  it. This  is  a  side  of  Joel  that  NO ONE  sees  and  only  reserved  for  the  special  few. 

[maskforged-a]

@rosewand         /        x

        expressing only mild criticism,  he's being quite unfair to the generations of students who have regularly trembled in the wake of his venomous temper.  but he won’t chastise her so cruelly  ----  not when he’s finding something greater in queenie than her current skill set in potion-making.  his impatience is further distinguished by her illuminating smiles and soft glances his way,  completely devoid of distaste.  

he pays attention to how brightly she glows with her renewed confidence,  and the perfect way her white robe has slipped down her shoulder :  a picturesque image of how he views her,  prompting those words from him.  

the nickname she has chosen for him feels familiar,  like a warm summer’s breeze from days long past.  but he chooses not to linger on it,  and finds the way her gaze tilts bashfully his way to be an ample distraction.  corners of thin lips curve upwards in subdued amusement with her following words.

❛   the potion  would  be a close second.   ❜

he’s still inclined to tease her as something  must  be done to counterbalance his plain honesty.  sensing her fatigue,  he flicks his wand,  and the ingredients once strewn all over the desk begin organizing themselves. 

 ❛   you’ve earned your break for today ..   ❜   turning to her fully,  he does not miss the opportunity to hold her and give the curve of her exposed shoulder a lingering kiss.

[grcndel]

i don't know if this is a misconception bc i've tried like four times to phrase it but give me your opinion on the idea of grendel being a necessary adversarial force on which civilization and its heroes build their identities!!!

LISTEN TO  ME TEAR DOWN THE ENTIRE FANDOM AND / OR LITERARY CANON MEME

i know what you mean !!   the whole  ‘ you are the basis upon which humans realize their humanity;  you have to be a brute  /  an evil  /  an ugliness so that the opposite may exist ’  thing.

and i think that, when John Gardner had the dragon tell Grendel that exact thing in the novel, it was intended to be taken as complete and utter bullshit.

Grendel is, in no way, the inherent  ‘ opposite ’  of a human being.

the reason human beings rejected Grendel, and continue to reject Grendel, so adamantly, is the same reason why humans hunted the gigantopithecus to extinction  –  he was too much like us for our own comfort.  

Grendel does not serve as an adverse opposition to humanity so much as he serves as a reminder of humanity’s ability to be brutal, cruel, and horrific.  we didn’t like recognizing these traits alongside traits we considered to be exclusively  ‘ human, ’   so we pushed him and abused him until he no longer felt the desire to express his own humanity.  WE are what turned Grendel into a monster.  WE are what decided he was to be defined as  ‘ opposite ’  of us  –  WE were scared of the truth.

after all; Grendel, like a good number of humans, was  ‘ born good. ’   he has a sweetness in him, a sense of empathy and higher intelligence, a sentience, a conscience, a desire to do good unto the world despite his tarnished reputation  …  and that fucking terrified us.  

that reminded us that even the kindest people among our own species are capable of the most monstrous things.

[aurorskills]

THESEUS  &  QUEENIE  !!

the  “  our  kids  won’t  interact  but  we  do  what  we  want  “  series  with  @rosewand

[devilbeside]

( @rosewand / closed )

His head is spinning, though at this point he can’t quite tell if it’s from the alcohol or the mother of all beatings he’d taken in the bar he’s just been carted out of. At least he doesn’t have to worry about picking Penny up until the morning. She’s at a sleep over. He’ll have to explain his appearance to her though, come up with another lie and say he fell or some such. But right now his head is pounding and he can’t quite THINK. He’s got a piece of gauze shoved up under his nose that’s only just stopping bleeding and he’s trying to listen to the nurse but he’s not quite focused. She’s pretty. Fuck, he’s gone. “...’snot as bad ‘sit looks...” It probably is. He doesn’t really know how it looks but he knows he took a knock to the head and then some and he knows that it hurts but he doesn’t mind that. At least he can feel something.