she's just like the weather

Hi there! I'm Farli Norden, and I'm way too curious for my own good. I live in a nice little flat in New York with my 'menagerie' and a floating collection of...wildlife. My kitchen is probably a biohazard and there are stacks of books everywhere but it's my place and I like it. I've just recently started branching out my socially, but I love meeting new people, so feel free to drop me a line. [Independent RP blog, any and all universes. Farli is a changeling faerie, so be prepared for shenanigans. Faceclaim is Hayley Williams; tracking farli and trywithoutwords] Current M!A: None

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FARLI HAS MOVED

==> mercurialaphonic

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[cancey I just thought you should know that Eddie Redmayne's singing voice is bright blue]

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I really like the idea of those “tumblr university” posts you see a lot, so I’ve decided that I want to write a story for it.

So, with that in mind, whoever reblogs this by January 25th will be included in the story in some way! 

GO FORTH AND REBLOG MY DARLINGS 

[quasarkisses]

are you a god

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Farli looked up from the glass she was cleaning, vaguely irritated. What was it with humans seeing through the glamour these days? She really needed to mention that to Jorge. Shaking her head a little, she smiled at the man in what she hoped was a welcoming manner.

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“Hello.” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m lost. My name is Harvey. I’m not a criminal. Help?”

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Farli looked at the man again, shaking her pale hair out of her eyes. Half-truth, truth, truth. Can't hurt to help him out, even if he doesn't quite need it. He probably new what part of New York he was in, but he was lost in the sense that he'd never been in this particular bar. She glanced about, wondering idly if any of her coworkers had shown up yet--they hadn't--and rummaged in her half-apron for her notepad. She scribbled on it quickly and slid it across the counter for him to read. Is it directions you need? Or are you looking for someone?

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fiercependragonette has returned to the ring

Farli raised a brow as the pale-haired girl entered the bar, feeling nothing but amusement and a little bit of resignation. She traced a finger over the countertop, leaving her signature silver writing behind. You know I still shouldn't technically let you in, unless you managed to age six or seven years since you were last here.

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Everyone who reblogs this by 12:00 AM (Time zone: -6) on December 30th will get a very awesome drawing of their muse/persona!

warning: My drawings look somewhat like this—

So I don’t know if you like them or not…

Everyone’s doing this and it looks fun so… Why the fuck not?

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((-Waves hands in air eagerly-))

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((holy frick please))

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All sins tend to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is damnation.

W.H. Auden (via tigersniper)

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Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

Josephine Hart   (via moord)

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If there was one thing she missed about Canada, it was the snow. This half-rain muck that fell from the sky in New York was just depressing. Stepping out of the alleyway where she’d locked up the bar for the night, she lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Perfectly aware of the stranger near her, she offered another smoke with a sidelong look and a crooked smile.

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The blonde shivered a bit, taking the cigarette with a small smile. “Thanks,” she said quietly, not quite sure who this unfamiliar person was. Pulling her lighter out of her pocket, she lit up, taking a thoughtful drag. “This your bar then?”

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Farli shook her head, inwardly cringing a bit. She really needed to talk Jorge into fixing up the glamour on the place, if humans were still able to notice it. Though this particular human seemed like she'd seen some of the more 'interesting' parts of town. She snapped her fingers once, twice, thrice--and a lick of silver flame appeared in her palm. She cupped her hands together, cigarette between her fingers, and blew gently into them, the glow spreading to warm her skin. She didn't mind the cold, it was the damp that got to her.

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I'm giving you my identity early. This is Loki's Mun XD Merry Christmas or Eve depending. - No Longer Secret Santa, Still Wearing Green Though

[I WAS RIGHT

FUCKING SUCCESS]

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djunx and nebesnyy-kukolka stepped into the ring

If there was one thing she missed about Canada, it was the snow. This half-rain muck that fell from the sky in New York was just depressing. Stepping out of the alleyway where she'd locked up the bar for the night, she lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Perfectly aware of the stranger near her, she offered another smoke with a sidelong look and a crooked smile.

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Charles de Lint, Dreams Underfoot

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Dave Eggers, What Is the What