Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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shark vs the universe
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Keni
The Bowery Presents
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Phantogram Three
Claire Keane
Love Begins
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Lmao so my laptop's intern battery decided to die so I'm back on my old laptop but I have no more icons ( well, I can still use the one I have on this blog and save them ). Anyway, the saddest thing is that I may have lost a lot of PSD and like 99% on my work ( a play, some digital art, etc... ) but I have aleady got the Hard Disk Drive from the ruins of my old buddy and I will try to see how I can get back my files from it.
❝ sometimes I wonder if you’re real. ❞
Hundred Starters | N O T A C C E P T I N G A N Y M O R E
WHISPERS FADING IN THE NIGHT, promisses of a future binding them. With sweet touches and fingers entwining, eyes share secrets only the both of them know. And while words work wonders to betray what their hearts long for, silence answer to their call in a better fashion. It is only through absence one can crave for something, and the remaining minutes separating you from what you need and want are always the sweetest : EXPECTATION keeps the flame of passion lit.But a confession always comes and shatter those dreamlike moments - yet, IT IS IN THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WAY that her voice rings. —— Do you ? “ a smile blooms on his lips, almost hidden in the darkness of this room. Innocence oddly fits this situation, something he hardly knows but wishes to learn by her side, if she would only allow him. Romance, after all, is far more charming in its fragility. —— Perhaps, am I just a ghost ? Or am I simply a man, made of flesh and bones ? But, my dear Elizabeth, there is only one way to find which suits me the most. “
GENTLY, in the most chaste way, fingers dances on her cheeks, chassing wild strands of her raven hair. Seconds slowly fades away, as if they were suspended in time : only remains the song of their breath melting in a silence once again crowned. And after a moment of hesitation, lips find their way to hers, softly pressed in an EMBRACE ( this kiss tastes like wine, a liquor he could so easily get drunk from ).
🌈
‘Colonel Hamilton,
you have kept me waiting at the head of the stairs these ten minutes. I must tell you, sir, you treat me with
disrespect.’
❝ if he can get away with this, then so can i! ❞
Hundred Starters | N O T A C C E P T I N G A N Y M O R E
GOD KNOWS HE WOULD HAVE FOLLOWED if only it wasn't a nation that was at stake. God know he would have encouraged her, even, if it was not for the sake of her glory that he had to stand in her way. But how can he let her do such a thing ? Surely, duels are a common thing in the men's world, yet, for her to pay the price of a quarrel with her blood, let alone her life, is a thought too PAINFUL to become a reality. And so, with a sorry gaze, and a crooked smile, he kills all hope of any developpments to her sudden craze, the weight of duty breaking his back in two. —— I don't belive this to be a good idea, Lia. “ IT IS SINCERITY THAT TAMES HIS PASSION AND HERS, a breath of worry that empties his lungs. And yet, in the blink of an eye, mischief comes back on his lips and in his eyes : for one can save themself from pain but still whip the back of their ennemies with rumors. —— But with one or two letters, slanders can easily strike your adversary as much as a bullet would have. “
DOn'T U TalK To Ur FAThER LikE ThiS yOunG GIRL
dAD LIstE N it s noT M Y faULt mOM H8S U noW.
❝ sometimes I wonder if you’re real. ❞
Hundred Starters | N O T A C C E P T I N G A N Y M O R E
LIPS CURVED IN A SMILE, discrete yet real, he sits across from her, violine eyes trying to see right through her game. But her WITT is the pillar of her complex mind, words so easily meaning what they should not. She plays so easily with a man's mind, and work wonders with opinion she bears in her heart like flames she'd love to see spread into a FIRE. What tale is she telling this time ? He wonders, his mind spinning as she probably wants it to be. —— I believe, dear sister, that it is a compliment you're making ? “ Of course, it is how he wants to design her thoughts, to crown himself with the glory of a laurel crown : it'd be so sweet to be considered by such a soul that he'd gladly call his equal ( if not more ) —— One that I would accept with great joy if only your words were meant to bear such a meaning. If it were not the case, then, you would make of me a sorry soul, deceived to have not matched the standard of your intellect - one that I revere. “
astrovillain:
hamilton // the room where it happens
❝ o! how sweet love must be! ❞
Hundred Starters | N O T A C C E P T I N G A N Y M O R E
—— I thought you to be an expert, dear friend. “ HE SCOFFS, stars shining in his eyes to the light of mischief. Indeed, a married man and, more than anything, a french, it is no matters of romance that should escape his knowledge ! —— I heard you made many women swooned, marquis, but now you cry about your lack of affection ? Surely, it seems to be every married man's malediction : to sigh and long for company when they're surrounded by an army. “ His laugh, almost CHILDISH, fades when his lips sink into his glass of ember, the bittersweet taste of his drink setting fire to his brain. —— Or perhaps is there some confessions you wish to make ? “
eaglehoe a réagi à votre billet “ur gross and ur face is dumb”
HOW DARE YOU
bitch please, u dared first
❝ why do you keep lying to me? ❞
Hundred Starters | N O T A C C E P T I N G A N Y M O R E
LIES POISON HIS TONGUE, killing his joy in the blink of an eye. He is the embodiement of what he always despised, a shadow that brings whith itself the desolation of a family lost. Whatever he does, like a prey caught in a SPIDER WEB, fighting, struggling, he always ends up lost, chained to his mistakes. —— I'm sorry, darling. “HER EYES, broken mirrors whose shards go straight for his heart, seem to look at him, full of questions that are yet to be said. His hand comes and stroke her head as he did when she was just a girl ( one that she will always be ), his pale gaze upon her. —— There are things I just cannot bring myself to tell you. “ Reality collides way too often with those DREAMS they once thought they could reach. Yes, he will never say how things won't go back to normal, how Philip will never knock at their door again and that time really passes by so fast. The birds songs around her comes and fade, last remains of a melody that sounds way too innocent for them now.
ur gross and ur face is dumb
So is that what you say every morning in fron of the mirror ???????
psst !!! we haven't interacted before i just,,, admire from a distance because i really love the way you write hamilton,,, it's not often that i see a historical hamilton and really you've done a wonderful job on him!!! and your blog is a literal aesthetic and thats like my fave <3 <3 please keep writing,, i really enjoy seeing you on my dash!!!
OUT OF INK - Hey so this has been sitting in my inbox for too long, I'm sorry but HEK thank you very much. I also love your portrayal and look very forward to interact with you because DAMN your writting is amazing and you sound like such a nice person so hek to the yeah, you rock !!!! Thank you once again ♥
S01xE07.
to the people with the same muse as me:
let me congratulate you for your fantastic taste on characters
also,
come and discuss headcanons with me
plot twin verses with me
come gush about their history and questionable life choices and asshole attitudes and the little quirks that made you fall in love with them with me
I’M NOT HERE TO COMPETE WITH YOU, I’M HERE TO DEVELOP ARCHS AND HAVE FUN WITH THIS CHARACTER THAT WE BOTH LOVE
come at me dudeski.
Some people are just born to fight, I think. It’s not that they’re born brave. It’s not that they’re born strong. It’s just that the universe has decided that this one, this one will have grit and fire and steel in their blood. And it’ll be tested, this cosmic mettle of theirs. They’ll face trial after trial, be broken and damaged in countless ways. But this one was born to fight. Maybe it’s not the life they would have chosen. Maybe they’d love to lay down their arms. But they were born to fight. It’s what they know. It’s what they do best. It’s all they can do.
Fyodor Dostoevsky from The Brothers Karamazov
Hey guys, just letting you know that with the holidays and a sudden and surprising news from some members of my family, I will be in a SEMI HIATUS until next week. See y'all soon !!
