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[whispers-inthetrees-andseas]

Moving to a new blog

I’ve had this blog for 4 years. It’s gotten cluttered and is horribly tagged because I was a tiny little RP virgin when I made this account. It’s time to get a nicer home for these children.

Right here: @songs-in-nature​

I’m still working on getting the new blog together, but these muses will soon be moving to a new home. Same exact history and interactions, just on a new url.

[whispers-inthetrees-andseas]

Moving to a new blog

I’ve had this blog for 4 years. It’s gotten cluttered and is horribly tagged because I was a tiny little RP virgin when I made this account. It’s time to get a nicer home for these children.

Right here: @songs-in-nature​

I’m still working on getting the new blog together, but these muses will soon be moving to a new home. Same exact history and interactions, just on a new url.

[whispers-inthetrees-andseas]

Moving to a new blog

I’ve had this blog for 4 years. It’s gotten cluttered and is horribly tagged because I was a tiny little RP virgin when I made this account. It’s time to get a nicer home for these children.

Right here: @songs-in-nature​

I’m still working on getting the new blog together, but these muses will soon be moving to a new home. Same exact history and interactions, just on a new url.

[latenightcornerstore]

So you see yourself as a revolving door: a place people keep passing through but never want to stay. You get used to the idea of impermanence– never fall in love without an exit strategy, a way to untangle your heart when they leave you. (And they always leave you. That part, at least, is constant.) When you become, instead, a dead end, a back alley, a Do Not Enter, they want to know why you are suddenly unavailable. You show them hands calloused from all this giving–ask if they have ever loved a day in their life, ask why everything you had was never enough to satisfy. Trouble is, you see yourself as a peace offering: a willing body meant to keep the quiet quiet. And you throw yourself at every open mouth. So your method of coping looks more like taking your body to market just to see who’s willing to buy it. This is how you give yourself up in pieces, but never notice what you’re missing. It’s how you use sex as just another way to hurt yourself. How you become nameless in the face of all the things you want in parts and pieces but refuse to accept in full. Love becomes a fairy tale that scares you. Kisses, safe only in small doses–it’s dangerous to get attached to the things that never want you. Or worse, the ones who want to keep you: like an animal, like a trophy, like bragging rights. When all you’ve ever wanted is somebody who would keep you like a promise.

STAY by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

[from89]

Cristina Robles

[whispers-inthetrees-andseas]

Moving to a new blog

I’ve had this blog for 4 years. It’s gotten cluttered and is horribly tagged because I was a tiny little RP virgin when I made this account. It’s time to get a nicer home for these children.

Right here: @songs-in-nature​

I’m still working on getting the new blog together, but these muses will soon be moving to a new home. Same exact history and interactions, just on a new url.

[songs-in-nature]

Home ~ Whisper ~ Rahim ~ Rules

Indie OC RP blog

4 years RP experience

18+ mun

Multiverse and multiship

Versatile with nearly any fandom

[umkayla]

[snail-bby]

Heligan Botanical Garden

[whispers-inthetrees-andseas]

Moving to a new blog

I’ve had this blog for 4 years. It’s gotten cluttered and is horribly tagged because I was a tiny little RP virgin when I made this account. It’s time to get a nicer home for these children.

Right here: @songs-in-nature​

I’m still working on getting the new blog together, but these muses will soon be moving to a new home. Same exact history and interactions, just on a new url.

[andrewtkearns]

[oneinchbarrier]

[whispers-inthetrees-andseas]

distoretion:

whispers-inthetrees-andseas:

Rahim kept up the soothing motion. It seemed to be working, the tenseness leaving her body by the tears dripping on his shirt. “Hey, hey. Calm down now.” He shushed her gently, finally lifting his other arm to wrap around and start rubbing up and down her back. “Unless I’m told to fuck off, the only reason I say goodbye is to go home for awhile. That’s all.”

Her body slowly relaxed in his arms, the rhythmic motion of his petting making her feel more secure as each stroke reminded her he was still there. She sniffled, trying to take a deep and steadying breath as he’d told her to do earlier.

“I’ll have to remember never to do that, then,” Ellie said, leaning into him a little bit more as she shifted to rest her face on his shoulder, not bothering to feel guilty for the way her tears soaked into the fabric of his shirt.

If there was one thing he could do well, it was calm a frantic woman. Not something people could commonly brag about, but it was true for him. A few more moments passed with Rahim comforting her. The silence finally broken by him again. “Ya feeling better now?”

[whispers-inthetrees-andseas]

fallenisandros:

whispers-inthetrees-andseas:

“Oh, you weren’t? I didn’t know that.” How unfortunate. Losing a world of color couldn’t be easy. But he didn’t seem too bothered by it, so she wouldn’t make a big deal about it. “Well, my Taipa won’t bite if I tell her not to. Which I’ll be sure to tell her. I’ve no reason to command otherwise.”

“Well unless you can read minds, I wouldn’t have expected you to know,” he said with a laugh.

“Huh, so, can you do that with other animals?  Or is it because that one’s your familiar?”

She nodded her head side to side with a wry smile. “Fair point.”

“No, it’s just Taipa I can actually communicate with. I’ll talk to other animals, certainly. But they don’t under stand my words. It’s body language that wild animals respond to.”

[classyhustleronline-deactivated]

Down to Chisholm Creek by Wayne Greer

[tetheredwingarchive-blog]

urbanoutfucks:

reblog if ur mom is smart and beautiful

[whispers-inthetrees-andseas]

distoretion:

whispers-inthetrees-andseas:

“Ellie. I’ve never once in my life left someone who wanted me around. It’s not how I roll.” This had flip-flopped a whole 180 degrees, turning into Rahim comforting her instead of Ellie yelling at him. His hand slipped up to stroke her hair gently. One of the more effective ways to calm a woman having a bit of a freak out. “It’s okay. No one is leaving ya behind. Deep breath, El.”

Had he heard her thoughts? Had she somehow said it aloud? She couldn’t tell. All she knew was that he was saying exactly what she needed to hear. Whether it was the truth or not, he was promising her. Now it was up to her to decide if she wanted to believe him. 

And she really, really, wanted to believe him.

“You have to tell me, ok?” She felt like a child, crying into his shoulder like this while he softly pet her hair. And if she was going to be a child, she might as well ask him all the ridiculous requests that a child would ask, until she felt better. “If you ever want to leave for real, or even if you don’t but feel like you have to. L-like if you think I’m super mad again, or you find out you’ve only got two weeks to live or-” 

Rahim kept up the soothing motion. It seemed to be working, the tenseness leaving her body by the tears dripping on his shirt. “Hey, hey. Calm down now.” He shushed her gently, finally lifting his other arm to wrap around and start rubbing up and down her back. “Unless I’m told to fuck off, the only reason I say goodbye is to go home for awhile. That’s all.”

[varyathevillain]

suddenly, florist AUs

So I work as a florist for some time, and one day you walked into the shop and I just fell in love with you at almost first sight?? And in the end when you wanted to walk away with a bouquet you bought for someone, I gave you lavender rose on the house, just because I thought it’d be a nice gesture. But because you liked the flower shop so much, or for some other reason, you started buying flowers at us all the time and consulting with me, and almost every time I gave you a flower, making up excuses for it. But today you walked in, red in face, and told me that your friend saw all the flowers from me that you collected in herbarium and told you all the meanings, and now you ask me if I did meant all of that, and I’m trying to collect all the thoughts in my head, like – what do you think of me now? and did you actually make a herbarium??

(variation of the ending for the AU above) I actually had no idea that all the flowers I gave to you had such meanings, because I just work here and am no expert in language of the flowers, but yes, apparently my intuition gave you all the right flowers to explain my feelings for you 

Because I really needed money I signed up for a temporary job in a flower shop, since you really needed a pair of hands to help. I have almost no idea how to tend to flowers and compose a bouquet, and you, the strict manager, are really, like, really frustrated with me by the end of first day. I try and try and try, even seek help in the books and internet, and you’re still mad with me because I do a lot of things wrong and you have to help me with both flowers and customers. But instead of firing me, as I supposed, you ask me to stay after work so you can teach me the basics. And it’s so cool, thank you sooo much, you kinda saved my life and you’re not that bad as I thought you were? And are you that short-handed on personnel?

You’re this person we had to hire because not everyone wants to have a job as a florist, so we’re short on employees, and on your first day you make so many mistakes it’s embarrassing and I have to help you a lot. A LOT. But I’ve found that you’re struggling with money (not that I’ll tell you that I’ve found out), and you really want to stay on this job, and even found this book no one else in our shop read in forever and tried to make something by it. So I decide to help you. And yes, we’re that short-handed on personnel.

You’re this person I meet a lot throughout the last year, and you’re that grumpy, not very social person with whom I have nothing in common with, and we merely had two? three decent conversations? Apart from a few snarks we shot at each other. And one day, [for some reason] I walk into this little  flower shop not too far away from my place of work, and see you. As a florist. Humming something very pretty while you tend to flowers, and you’re such a different person than one I met before, even your face is different, like it’s lit up with some beautiful emotion I can’t describe. And now I can’t help but stare at you with awe.

Everybody thinks that if I am a florist, I must know the meaning of every single flower I work with. And now even you, the person I wanted to ask on a date, ask me if there’s a hidden message behind this bouquet I gave you! There’s NOT!!… Apart from that I wanted to ask you on a date. Not the point here.

I am a secret agent/thief/[insert anything applicable here] that needs to get into this one place which is heavily-guarded. The only way to seek its faults in defenses without attracting unneeded attention is to apply for work in a flower shop near it. And so I work here for almost a month, and my plan is coming smoothly… except for you, who works here too, and who confronted me right now, telling me what my actual profession is and what I want to do. Who are you to deduce it so well?! This was supposed to be a secret, dammit!

I work as a florist for a long time and you are the new employee who’s acting strange. For me, being raised on detectives since I was a child, is not that easy to determine who you actually are, but in the end I’ve done it. And you know what? I want IN, because I really need money [because (insert reason here), optional], so what do I need to do for you (or your group) to accept me as your assistant?