salvation comes at a price

IND. SEL. MARCUS KANE

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super duper smol self promo bc i am a weak ass mf and i love the newsroom way too much right now. fuck.

just in case y’all were wondering what i’ve been doing lately. i’ve been binging this goddamn fucking show.

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hi i’m elizabeth and this is completely my fault :)

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indiemitchell:

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

[everyturnanycost]

i was younger than YOUNGER than you are now. when i was given my first command. i lead my men straight into a MASSACRE. i witnessed their DEATHS first hand. i made e v e r y mistake. and felt the shame RISE in me. and even now i lie awake knowing HISTORY HAS ITS EYES ON ME.

let me tell you what i wish i’d known. when i was YOUNG and dreamed of glory: you have no control: who LIVES who DIES who tells your story. i know that we can win. i know that greatness LIES in you. but remember from here on in HISTORY HAS ITS EYES ON YOU.

//written by lucy

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                                     LET’S CALL IT HOPE.

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i find it hella attractive when a girl has a smart mouth on her and can be a little bossy. like yes, boss me straight into your bedroom.

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griffinmatriarch:

                    it simply wasn’t her to seek protection nor reassurance of past actions or deeds , yet the scars so inlaid upon his wrists would serve an CONSTANT reminder of the time when she was not in control ( lack of control does not suit , do not allow it again ) , && she finds it increasingly difficult to push it so easily aside , to write it off as a lack of self - but she swallows his words , his reassurance of trust within her that she does not hold herself any longer .         ❝  after all we have seen … D O N E …  ❞              but within seconds has she broken off , head tucking beneath his chin out of fear of what she will find upon continued met gaze .                                    ❝  can we ever come back from it all ?  ❞

               ❝  we’ll keep doing the next right thing until we come out the other side.  ❞   eyes close and marcus nuzzles her hair,  breathing in the smell of her  ( like the first time he’d seen the month of May,  blooming flowers and sunlight and the truest fresh air he’d ever experienced ) .  ❝  it’s what our people have ALWAYS done.  ❞   silently he wills her to look at him,  to see how genuinely and honestly he doesn’t blame her.  their people are  s t r o n g ,  but more than anything,  ABBY is strong ;  his faith in her outstripped his faith in himself long ago.  if she could have saved any of them,  she would have.  he tucks the tip of his thumb under her chin,  guiding it upwards.  

                    ❝  you haven’t survived this long for your strength to fail you now.  ❞

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hedaiisms:

gcanbura:

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Hinterlands IV

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capxre:

Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.

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mcthersguilt:

HALLUCINATION.  an experience involving the apparent perception of something not present.   this wasn’t possible. marcus couldn’t be present.  there was no way skaikru had battled their way through azgeda battalion , had risked life and limb for prisoners that may or may not , survive.   she refused to believe that anyone would save them , that they’d ever see the outside of these cages.  not when muscles had been coiled for so long , bodies bent into tight positions , held for endless day and night , waiting for a rescue that would never come.  they were all going to die here.

     but then again  ,  as gaze travels the room , she discovers that others too were reacting to the gunshots , hands curled around irons bars , drawn faces pressed into spaces between them , awaiting the entrance of savior. form moves into view , recognizable even from afar. that same erect stature , scruffy beard. she thought she’d forgotten him , that his memory was fading from exhausted mind , but his voice breaks the still air , her name , and she realizes then how familiar it is. how the sound alone can remind her of a home she was dragged from.  it draws emotion to the surface , clogging her throat , tears flooding her eyes , obscuring her vision.  

     the withering doctor recoils to the rear of the small cage , back pressed against the bars , face tucked into the crook of her arm , as though she feared the gun would miss the lock and hit her.  as though she were too fragile and would shatter under the touch. it had been too long since anyone had touched her , perhaps it would be acid upon her flesh.  perhaps he will never open the cage door , and they will die like this , together , but apart. separated by iron walls , unable to be reunited despite the best of efforts. but then , the lock clatters to the ground , and cage door shrieks open.  eyes flutter , as though seeing the world for the first time , freeing tears that fall upon hollowed cheeks.  ❛   m  ——   marcus  ?  ❜   she inquires quietly , slowly raising head from her arm.

     it’s okay.  how long had it been since she had heard those words ? since anyone had offered her comfort and human understanding  ?  she dares not attempt to count the nights. caramel hues fall upon his outstretched hand , and then leaping up towards his expression. he seems horrified , as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing (  she could only imagine how she must look  ).  hesitantly , her hand extends , trembling ,  and takes marcus’s.  it is in that moment that sob slips forth , one held just below her chin.  it bubbles past chapped lips , falling into the space between them as she pushes herself to the edge of the cage.  leg straightens slightly , only beginning to unfold when the pain of unused muscle causes sharp gasp.  gaze falls to the floor below them , realizing how daunting this simple task would be. she’d dreamed of walking out of here so many times , but now , when door stood open , she was incapable.  ❛ i ——  i don’t think i can.  ❜

     the only thing worse than watching her shrink back this way is knowing it’s his fault ;  teeth rake over his bottom lip harshly as a silent punishment.  snapping the lock was a crude way of doing things but it was the only option he could think of,  and there was no way in hell he was going to leave her there for a second longer than he had to.  ❝  i’m sorry,  i’m sorry,  ❞  he whispers, putting the rifle back over his shoulder.  what have they done to her, what have they done, what have they done.  ❝  i’m not going to hurt you.  ❞  her sob escapes,  tears him in half,  and he wants to rip azgeda to shreds for breaking abby griffin  ––  a feat which shouldn’t be possible.  around this version of the woman he loves he’s almost awkward again,  doubly careful,  uncertain.  ❝  i’m sorry.  ❞

     his heart lands in the pit of his stomach.  the sound of her pain is intolerable  ––  why can he do nothing but hurt her,  now that he’s finally arrived to help ?  his expression folds into one of concern and he reaches out towards her,  stopping her from moving.  of course she can’t walk,  she’s been trapped for longer than he can bear to think about.   ❝  that’s okay,  ❞  he assures quietly.  ❝  i can carry you.  ❞   with ever-so-tentative motions he slips one arm under her knees,  the other wrapping around her back.  she’s scooped up into his arms as easily as a child and he holds her close to his body,  eyes fluttering closed for a moment with an odd sense of relief.  one step closer to safety.

     his attention moves over to his team as he gathers his senses.  ❝  i want half of you to do a pass over the area,  make sure we’re not missing people.  if you find anyone from azgeda  ––  ❞  destroy them.  make them pay.  make them wish they’d never laid a hand on skaikru.  but looking at at abby again makes things clearer,  as it always has.  first we survive, then we find our humanity again.  ❝  ––  defend yourselves as necessary.  everyone else,  get the survivors to the med base.  ❞   they’d set up a small camp at a safe distance away,  volunteers prepared to care for anyone sick or injured.  this was still more than they’d bargained for.  he looks back down to abby,  gives her arm a reassuring squeeze  ––  under ordinary circumstances he knows she’d be mortified to be so helpless,  but this is as far from ordinary as they’ve ever been.  ❝  is this okay?  i mean,  it’s not okay,  but ––  am i hurting you?  ❞

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It's Sexual Sunday so...

send my muse inappropriate questions

flirt with them anonymously or not

try to make them blush

kiss them at random

send me terrible pickup lines 

get my muse hot and bothered 

Pretty much this is your excuse to do what you want to my muse and see if you can get away with it. So go crazy! 

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     the air shatters with the sounds of rifles firing ;  marcus has never felt less guilt upon watching bodies crumple to the floor.  images of where his people  ( abby )  might be,  the torment they  ( abby )  might be going through, it’s been breaking him from the inside out since their disappearance.  ( where is abby where is abby where is –– )

     there’s a voice in the distance,  small,  hoarse.  it catches his attention as soon as the room falls silent and he lets out an indistinct shout,  tearing forwards and through the bunker’s halls,  mind nothing but a silent prayer that he’s right about the voice he hears.  ( what have they done to abby? )  panic whips a storm up in his gut and blood pounds in his ears as he bursts through what would turn out to be the last door.

     his knees nearly buckle.  emaciated bodies,  locked in cages that would be too small for a dog to stay in for long,  much less human beings.  ( don’t look at their faces.  they’re gone.  the survivors are the priorities,  the survivors need to be saved. )  eyes flicker around as he and the rest of his team circle the room and search for movement,  any movement,  and then finally he sees a tiny hand curled around the metal bar of a cage.   ❝  abby !  ❞

     abby has always been thin but she is downright skeletal now, skin sheet-white aside from the blooming colours of sickness and injury.  never in his life has he felt a stronger pull to hold her,  protect her  ––  normally he knows she is strong to a fault,  but it’s achingly clear now that even if she had room to stand she wouldn’t be able to.  gun safety be damned,  he slams the lock with the stock of his rifle until it snaps and then grasps the door,  throwing it open.  ❝  it’s okay,  abby.  ❞   forcing back the impulse to tug her out and into his arms,  he settles for just an outstretched hand.   ❝  you’re going to be okay,  i’ve got you.  ❞

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firstwescrvive:

       ❝ i figure i’ll head out IN THE MORNING. which does give us all night to say goodbye… ❞ she grins again and ducks in for another kiss. if they’re going to be separated again, you’re DAMN SURE she’s going to soak up every moment with him she can. she loves how she feels in his arms, his hand warming her FROM THE OUTSIDE IN. 

       ❝ i miss you already. is that stupid ? ❞

        ❝  of course not.  honestly,  i ––  i HATE not knowing where you are.  ❞   if she’s safe.  but their time is finite,  so marcus does what he’s often had to do lately  ––-  pretend the future isn’t coming.  hang onto the moment with a drowning man’s desperation.  walk abby back towards their bed until her knees graze the edge of the mattress,  still unwilling to put space between them.

❝  how about i give you something to remember me by ?  ❞   it’s a ridiculous line and he knows it,  a smirk flickering at the corners of his mouth despite himself.  the things he does for her.

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pramheda:

       ❝ i know what alie did to you, and i’m SORRY, but i know a thing or two about dealing with an apocalypse. i can HELP you. ❞

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     ❝  i think you’ve helped ENOUGH.  ❞  maybe the sharpness is unwarranted,  but the sight of her face turns his stomach,  reminds him of nails through bone and abby’s ice cold expression.

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griffinmatriarch:

                                                                 not a single word in utterance ; not yet . still is there an ache within her breast , beneath a splintered rib cage adorned with what she could only claim to be GRIEF ( earth shattering , you did not come away unscathed from your past ) , sharp intake of breath from fingers tracing her spine , && oh she cannot help but to lean back enough to convey desire for furthered attentions .    ❝  no , i don’t want to sleep … i can’t .  ❞    nightmares would plague lithe frame when eyes close , && she doesn’t BELIEVE herself strong enough to suffer through just yet .    ❝  your wrists …  ❞          vague comment , gaze tilted downwards whist concern dances within the lines of her face - ( you did that , on your shoulders will rest that BLAME ) .

               he should have found some way to SAVE her,  uncovered some form of protection from the pain she’s been dragged through.  sounds of her screams,  tears,  fear will never leave him,  but a shiver rolls down his back at the tiny gasp she lets out as he touches her and he thinks maybe,  perhaps,  a sound like this can make those memories easier to bear.  ❝  they’re healing,  ❞  comes a quick assurance,  flattening his hand at the base of her spine.  ❝  you didn’t do this.  i know who you ARE,  and you weren’t in control then.  ❞   and he proves that he means this the only way he can think of,  he draws her in closer and meets her lips with his ;  a desperate,  yet careful search for warmth.  ❝  i still TRUST you.  ❞