— EVEN WHEN YOUR KIND APPEARS TO TRIUMPH

STILL WE RISE AGAIN.

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Phantom-heart, this is your pain. Feel it. You must feel it.

Agha Shahid Ali, from The Veiled Suite: The Collected Poems; “The Country Without A Post-Office,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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From He Who Gets Slapped (1924)

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@dishonoredblade decided to hop on the pain train !

16 years .

it had been so long , so long since haytham had last seen him . he had thought that he had forgotten him .

when he spotted the man across the docks , his breath caught , as if in awe . the other man’s beauty had not lessened since their last encounter , and haytham was still caught off guard by it , even after so long .

around them the world slowed , and it was only them . when they finally came face to face , haytham had no words . none that could express how he felt , anyway .

his actions spoke for him . he pulled the other into a hug , biting back tears of relief . he has once believed that he would never see the other again .

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a power struggle ..ft. @femmekill

haytham was not the type to leave himself … vulnerable to another . he could see that she was trying to lure him into trying something foolish , something he would deeply regret . his anger tried to spur him forward , to encourage him to do it anyway .

though , he is not one to follow his emotions , but rather , his head . so , while the blades that were normally hidden gleamed in the dark , he did not move . always let the enemy make the first move , so you can make the last .

 ❝ if you think you can goad me into attacking you like I am some sort of child , then you are mistaken . ❞ a vicious poison to match her own , a glare that could burn down buildngs to match .

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@giveusdeath asked for pain !

the fire around them burns menacingly , threatens to consume them . they are out of options , out of time . she wants to panic , but she refuses to . the fire is made of hatred , revenge . it thirsts for their blood , and every passing second it is closer to getting what it desires . she should have killed benjamin when she had the chance .

it’s been nearly half a minute and haytham feels like she will suffocate on the smoke in the air long before they burn . she doesn’t deserve that mercy . from what she knows , ziio did not get such mercys , either . and he deserved far better than what she does . finally after a moment of desperate , frantic searching , she sees a way out on the far side of the room .

❝ connor ! that wa— ! ❞ she begins , only to be cut off by the ceiling crashing down . it is a fiery reign of terror from god , threatening to purge her of her sins . she stands paralyzed for a moment , before barely escaping god’s wrath , only to discover that she was on the wrong side of the burning rubble when she regained her footing . she’s going to die here . she will finally answer for all she has done wrong . she looks about for a moment , begging that there be a way to get to her son . but there is not . she is trapped .

she can see her son , on the other side of the burning mountain , looking for a solution as well . but she knew there as none to be found . as he’s looking , more of the ceiling caves in . it collides with the floor where connor had been not a half second before , and she knows . she knows . this is her fate .

❝ — go , connor ! get out while you can ! ❞ she’d be damned if it was his fate , too .

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TEMPLARCROWNED.    /   JUST  A  MAN,  EVER  FOOLISH.

he holds his breath , as if he was trying to avoid inhaling poison . a look of disdain settles in his eyes , of disgust , almost . he was never one to leave himself indebted to another , especially for a task he could handle himself . his only need for an someone on the outside was to creates less ties to the templars .

❝ — you are not wrong . ❞ he began , letting his eyes look about the room . ❝ however , i do not leave myself vulnerable to others . good day . ❞ he says, a coy smirk at the edge of his own lips as he stsnds , preparing to take his leave .

she  leans  back  only  then,   crossing  one  leg  over  the  other.  o’  so  coy.   ❝       don’t  let  the  door  hit  you  on  the  way  out,  darling.     ❞     a  brief  pause,     ❝     have  a  grand  time  explaining  your  failure   to  your  superiors.   ta-ta  !   ❞        a  mere  assumption,  truly  –  led  only  by  vague  whispers  that  had  found  their  way  to  her  ear.

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❝ — what superiors ? ❞ he says in a faked tone of ignorance , as if he didn't understand what she was implying . oh , he knew . but he had no superiors . not any real ones , anyway .

❝ oh , and darling , ❞ he begins , a tone of mock sweetness and barely concealed venom , ❝ your drink is already paid for . ❞ and with that , he's off . he doesn't bother to look behind himself , to see her reaction —- whatever it may be .

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TEMPLARCROWNED.   /  JUST  A  MAN,  EVER  DISAPPOINTING.

his own lips remain downturned as their conversation carries on , though it is going about as he expected . he is half-tempted to tell her of the templars , explain to her that he is more than one man , as she had put it . but he doesn’t . he must play his cards carefully .

❝ — that depends on what you would want . i can offer many things . ❞

it  remains  to  be  seen  what  he  can  offer,  for  now   –  she  will  have  him  at  her  mercy.  at  beck  and  call.    she  always  had  a  fondness  for  dogs.      ❝       a  favor.  one  to  be  carried  out  whenever  i  need  it.  that  is  the  price,  and  a  favor  for  a  favor  is  equal  –  no  ?    ❞  

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he holds his breath , as if he was trying to avoid inhaling poison . a look of disdain settles in his eyes , of disgust , almost . he was never one to leave himself indebted to another , especially for a task he could handle himself . his only need for an someone on the outside was to creates less ties to the templars .

❝ — you are not wrong . ❞ he began , letting his eyes look about the room . ❝ however , i do not leave myself vulnerable to others . good day . ❞ he says, a coy smirk at the edge of his own lips as he stsnds , preparing to take his leave .

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TEMPLARCROWNED.   /  JUST  A  MAN,  EVER  DISAPPOINTING.

❝ — money . power . things i’d expect you’d want . ❞ as if it were that simple . nothing ever is . he straightens his back , pulling away from the table in response to her leaning forward . he would rather observe her behavior from a distance , if allowed .

❝      your  expectations  are  dull.     ❞    she’s  amused  at  his  retreat,  and  does  not  do  the  same.  she  remains  forward.    ❝      you  are  but  one  MAN  you,  could  not  give  me  those  things   —  not  that  i  need  them.     ❞    cue  the  cheshire  grin,       ❝       what  else  can  you  give  me  ?       ❞

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his own lips remain downturned as their conversation carries on , though it is going about as he expected . he is half-tempted to tell her of the templars , explain to her that he is more than one man , as she had put it . but he doesn't . he must play his cards carefully .

❝ — that depends on what you would want . i can offer many things . ❞

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TEMPLARCROWNED.   /   ? 

❝ — is that so ? i’ll do my best not to waste your time , then . ❞ his words are smooth , sweet —- as if made of honey . ❝ i understand you can help me with work that requires … discretion . ❞

❝       i  can.     ❞   a  soft  nod  before  she  purses  her  lips.  so  carefully  does  she  lean  forward,  as  if  curious  –  tilting  her  head.    ❝       but  what  —  pray  tell  —  is  in  it  for  me  ?     ❞

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❝ — money . power . things i'd expect you'd want . ❞ as if it were that simple . nothing ever is . he straightens his back , pulling away from the table in response to her leaning forward . he would rather observe her behavior from a distance , if allowed .

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 ❝       make  it  quick,  won’t  you  ?    i’m  a  busy  woman.     ❞   /  @templarcrowned

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❝ — is that so ? i’ll do my best not to waste your time , then . ❞ his words are smooth , sweet —- as if made of honey . ❝ i understand you can help me with work that requires … discretion . ❞

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fictional kiss things that end me

being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward

one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other

pressing their foreheads together while kissing

speaking normally, then after the kiss their voice is hoarse

guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately

staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

running their thumb over the other’s lips

when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves

ripping the other away - “no we shouldn’t” - but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close

one sliding their hand into the other’s hair slowly

their entire body freezing for a second when their love kisses them

accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart

when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

then licks their lips and says “please”

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troye sivan // lost boy

[wnq-writers]

i got so good at pretending to be okay, i was almost convinced that i was.

Kai Masa

(via wnq-writers)

[miyku]

[thequotejournals]

It’s a lot easier to be angry at someone than it is to tell them you’re hurt.

Tom Gates (via thequotejournals)

[jarring]

me: *has feelings*

me: Pathetic. Disgusting. Won’t Let It Happen Again.