Hazel Barra @unyieldingsummer-blog - Tumblr Blog

starwreathed:

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—- ▌ ☾ ❞▐ ❝ Come on run away with me, I know I sound crazy. Don’t you see what it does to me? I want to be a lost girl. This is our last chance, a better reality. Come on, we can get away. I promise if you’re with me, say the world and we’ll find a way. I need to be a lost girl, a last chance, an ‘everything better’ plan. ❞

She had only met the girl quite recently - she had been on the run, just after dyeing her hair and changing her name when she had quite literally bumped into Artemis. She had been fascinated from the beginning, even though cautious by default. You never know what kind of monster might slumber behind a pretty face.

Still - running away on her own was a challenge, but with someone else by her side, someone who seemed as fierce, as free-spirited as Hazel herself? How could she possibly deny?

“-- Where would we go?”

#I LOVE THIS ALREADY #starwreathed #okay I don't know if you had a chance to look at Hazel's bio yet #but basically she used to be engaged to Oliver #who hit her whenever he lost control #she went by 'Helen' back then #but eventually ran and changed her name to Hazel and stuff #and I read in your verses page that Artemis protects women #so I feel like this could fit?

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#about a girl: quotes #about a girl: aesthetics

sometypeofblog

I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride.

Al Capone (via sometypeofblog)

#about a girl

Sorry for the delay in replies, college is fucking me up. I’ll try to get to everything tomorrow, thanks for bearing with me!

#out of winter

pridefulmorningstar:

“Exactly– because if you meant it, I feel embarrassed that I actually heard you say that.”

“Then I most definitely meant it - you’re really not as irresistable as you think you are.”

#pridefulmorningstar #dum dum dummm

pridefulmorningstar:

“I think it’s a miss at trying to scar my ego. Good try though.”

“Is that why you’re checking whether I meant it or not?”

#pridefulmorningstar

pridefulmorningstar:

“Obviously– I would have noticed that. But seriously, did you actually mean that?”

“What do you think?”

#pridefulmorningstar #i have no idea what she said #she probably lowkey insulted him #but i'm pretty sure that's a mini smile on her face right there

pridefulmorningstar:

“Did you really just say that, out of your actual mouth? Wow.”

“Well, I didn’t say it out of my actual rear.”

#pridefulmorningstar #snatches the open #for reasons

ofeuphorics:

unyieldingsummer

“Did you know that there are 88 known constellations, but every year more are becoming visible, while at the same time it seems like constellations in general seem to be moving counterclockwise.– Hi.” How someone could say that in one breath is beyond human knowledge, but it wasn’t like she was trying to impress her or anything.

For a moment Hazel was so close to mentioning that yes, of course she knew - she was working at an observatory, after all. The words got lost before they could slip off her tongue, though, just in time for her to realize that Bailey wasn’t trying to lecture her but show off her (newly?) gathered knowledge.

“No, I did not know that”, Hazel lied with her face lighting up fondly, lips curled into a warm smile.

“Hi.”

#-makes grabby hands-#give it all to me #ofeuphorics

stillcas:

“Is there cowardice in the acknowledgement of fear?” “Is there cowardice in being glad you lived?”

[She still found herself startling whenever Castiel showed up out of nowhere, once again another philosophical question on his lips.]

“-- Good to see you, too. Why are you asking? No, it’s not.”

#stillcas

violentlyimpulsive:

Not the first time he had been considered mad. In this world it seemed to echo like the mortal realm from his own. People typically didn’t walk around with swords. In this world, it was obviously the same deal. Dean scowled just a little in response anyway.

"I’m not mad. I’m trying to help you…and if you’re asking if I plan on killing you. Not in the immediate future. I don’t even know where I am…but since I’m feeling particularly impatient right now, maybe you should tell me what you’re running from.“

He held up a finger before she could respond, voice lowering dangerously.

“And don’t lie. I know a lie.”

Yes, his behavior was increasingly odd. He looked above her head. Nothing there.

"There’s not magic in this place and it’s ridiculous. Do you know how stupid your world already is for me?“

Not in the immediate future. Hazel wasn’t stupid - those words certainly didn’t calm her, but let her know that killing her wasn’t completely off the table. It was a possibility, one that she’d rather not entertain, yet had to keep at the back of her mind.

Another careful step backwards. The man was most definitely mad - he didn’t know where he was? Carrying a sword and talking about magic? If her family would hear --

That reminded her that she had indeed run from something, someone, and a quick glance over her shoulder followed to make sure Oliver hadn’t found her yet. No one else was here, just the stranger and Hazel herself.

Was that supposed to calm her?

“If my world is so stupid for you, maybe you should simply leave again and go somewhere you feel more comfortable. Somewhere with magic.”

Somewhere she wouldn’t be. Did he honestly threaten her in case she would lie?

“My reasons are none of your business, and I would prefer if you wouldn’t try to daunt me. Right now, if I understand correctly, I know my surroundings better than you do, and you are the one requiring assistance, not me.”

#violentlyimpulsive #she sounds super brave #but she's super terrified #trying not to sound it #like THAT GUY HAS A FUCKING SWORD #he does scare the living shit out of her #she's just trying not to show

aboycries:

sympathy was not something he’d ever had much experience in receiving or delivering: the blakes were not, and had never been poor — it was only when the family ties crumbled under precarious weight that bellamy found himself stranded off the deep end. so he’s not certain on how to reply to the assistance offered to him, even if only in minute amounts. he recalled a time a stranger had given him the change for a vending machine, simply because he only carried notes. even that had dumbfounded him: generosity was a facet he’d never become accustomed to. he swallows thickly, hesitance shown in returning money to the confinement of his pocket. “ —— okay, thanks. “

he knows how retail works: that any unchilled products were sent to WASTE at the end of the day. it made sense, somewhat: if staff were allowed to take the food home, they’d just make extra to cater for their own needs. bellamy would, at least. he was by no means selfless. “ is there… something spare? “

Hazel was glad he didn’t try to argue - she wasn’t in the mood to beg him to accept her offer, so for him to simply accept the free coffee made everything a lot easier.

A light shrug at his question. She didn’t want to make him feel like she pitied him, simply because Hazel herself was a rather proud person who didn’t gladly accept anyone’s help.

“Yeah, I’d have to throw it away, anyway. Can’t sell the leftovers tomorrow, and I wouldn’t know what to do with it, anyway.” She hoped this way he wouldn’t feel like she was offering handouts - of course the food would go to waste, anyway, but this way he could pretend that he was doing her a favor and not the other way around.

#aboycries

tobeblamed:

“ oh, so I’M the monster … hmph. lady, ‘m here for a REASON. someone’s been killin’ people and the marks on the victims suggest werewolf. ”

“I’m almost completely sure he isn’t the only werewolf in the region. He hasn’t been killing anymore, I would know. Are you blindly going to murder every good person who may or may not be responsible for a crime? Would you do that to normal human beings as well?”

#tobeblamed