does this darkness have a name? is it your name?

raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice,
you'll make it now
[ falling slowly // once OBC ]
 
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@fangirl-francesca
 
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valerie sighed softly, grabbing her box of cigarettes from the side. she lit one up, grinning over at clare, her hair all mussed up. she rolled onto her front, keeping the cigarette away from the covers. did not need her dad bursting in at that moment, even if he probably already knew that they were sleeping together. "so did you actually need something when you came over, or did you just want to...well." she glanced to the messed up covers and raised her eyebrows.

the water there is deeper than anything you've ever seen
jump right in and swim until you're free
[ atlas hands // benjamin francis leftwich ]
 
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@fangirl-francesca
 
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micah felt horrible. he was gasping for breath when he stumbled into his bedroom, letting the door close behind him. he was panting, long fingers trembling as he desperately tried tugged at the knot on his skinny tie. none of his siblings were dealing well with it, and he knew that they should be together, but it was stifling. the atmosphere made him want to blow a hole in the side of his head...he needed to get away. still shaking, he tensed when the door opened behind him, turning to greet his guest, with his fingers still locked in the knot, which was lower than it had been before.

[ drumming song // florence + the machine ]
 
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@parmaviolets
 
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I SHALL START ONCE WE'RE READY UNLESS YOU WANTS TO?

[ read my mind // the killers ]
 
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@parmaviolets
 
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contrary to popular belief, marc was not a stupid man. he wasn't even close to the intelligence of his middle-younger-sister or his middle-younger-brother (were smarts a middle child thing?) but they were special cases anyway, since they were like...super smart. he was hardly one to dissect meaning in poetry or a novel he was reading - he liked what he liked; no need to analyse a deeper meaning for fucks' sake - but that did not make him an idiot in terms of knowledge. however, his penchant for the ladies only really went as far as getting them out of their clothes and then out of his bed in the morning. sure, for his wife, he would do all the ill-thought out romantic gestures and be an utter gentlemen (which he already was because papa cacciatore may have been a feminist, but he was also decidedly old-fashioned in certain respects) but he was useless when it came to telling her his feelings. every time he tried, he only succeeded in offending her, or getting frustrated at his lack of eloquency and getting less coherent. carina knew this, but she was hardly a mind-reader, so figuring out what he meant wasn't easy.
 
the thought of her carrying her ex-fiancé's baby unsettled him, to say the least. ultimately, she would always have his support, but that didn't mean he wasn't a little...well...squicked out by the whole thing. and now she was definitely pregnant. it made him hurt a little, because he'd missed her pregnancy with imogen (since, you know, they'd never met, and she wasn't carrying his child), and he'd wanted to do the same things for her during this pregnancy that he'd done with the twins'. okay, he would still keep her off her feet as much as possible, and take over the little chores she did to make sure that she wasn't hurting, and would do the cravings runs, and whatever else...but he couldn't kiss the bump, or get excited at a kick because it was not his child. not even close.
when he woke up to the sounds of her throwing up, though, there wasn't even a hesitation in his mind as he got up and went into their bathroom, sitting behind her, and pulling the loose strands of hair around her face back with his fingers. sure, he'd been a bit of a moody fu-ck the last few weeks, but she wasn't going to be doing it alone.

yeah it's been almost a month since i've made a set o.o so...um. yeah.
 
welp. i'm about one hundred pages off finishing the series, and i'm beyond in love with it.
especially the martell/targaryen relationship.
the sand snakes, arianne + dany together would be like...omfg. amazing.
and yeah.
i just sometimes have the feels c:

hey baby c:
 
so today is your birthdaaaaaaay c:
AND THIS IS GOOD BECAUSE BIRTHDAYS ARE GOOD <3
 
and i'm really not good at the mushy stuff okay, but you're awesome and you're IN YOUR PLAY <3 and everything is fucking awesome and you're cute and yeah
 
happy birthday c:
 
also ted's love interest in this episode of himym is called zoe.

you're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be
and i don't want to go home right now
[ iris // goo goo dolls ]
 
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@chaseyourignorance
 
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they were up to chapter three. a few lines every few days. and he'd managed two full chapters. it was amazing. his speech was really improving, though he still had a lot of issues to overcome. still, she was more than happy with his progress. and their friendship.
a few lines every few days and a little bit more in love each time.
because it was true. she did love him. somehow, she'd managed to fall for him, but yanno, whatever. she would...take her time. unless she got the hint that just maybe he liked her too. and then...well...who knew what would happen. she knew full well that she wasn't in control of her actions when that would happen. still...it wasn't likely.
she was on her way around to hi room. her file pressed to her chest, her hair loose - she'd figured out that he preferred it that way - and her feet bare. no point wearing shoes most of the time. she was indoors on carpeted floor. when she got to his door, she no longer knocked and waited outside. now, she just knocked and let herself in.
"afternoon," she greeted with a smile, "ready to start chapter three?"

* alice in wonderland *
 
→ alice lockworth
→ eighteen years old
→ alice was raised by a single father - a literary professor - who delighted in telling his daughter tales of far away places. as a small child, she would curl up in his office and listen to him reading whatever he happened to be studying at that time. his discussions on adult books deepened her knowledge to the point where she has received the highest marks available in virtually every english based class. she has a love of books, but has veered away from fairytales and fantasy.
when she was a little girl - no more than seven years old - she found herself slipping through a hole in her garden, chasing a little white rabbit. her adventures in wonderland took up no time at all in the normal world, causing her to - as an adult - believe that she was a fanciful child whose tales of wonderland were no more than an active imagination. in fact, she has even started to write her "experiences" up into a manuscript for a children's story. in the last few years, she ha withdrawn from her friends and delved into her schoolwork and external research with a vengence. something bothers her. something that hints that maybe - just *maybe* - everything with wonderland is not quite as it seems. it's small things - glimpses of a face that doesn't belong to her in a mirror that flash away when she blinks. it's looking through her old things and finding spots of red paint on her favourite dress; the blue one that she believes that she wore in wonderland.
it's the constant feeling that someone is watching her.
 
+ wonderland ;
→ the mad hatter remembers alice in great detail. her remembers everything about her. he worked tirelessly after she left, trying to find a way out of wonderland and into the real world. at first, he managed to appear in her mirror and in her reflections. just glimpses of him. he hoped that she would recall him. she never did. she never thought of it as anything more than a trick of the light. wonderland threw itself into a state of civil war after she left. the red queen reigns over the darker side, where savage beasts and bloodthirsty citizens search for the girl who destroyed them. the other side ought to be the side fighting for good - the angels. instead, they're different. the white queen's madness appeared to be a condition which spread through her people. the white's queen's army is far more dangerous than the red's, and worse...they know how to get into our world.
 
@parmaviolets

that roll back when she's laughing at me
[ rhythm of love // plain white t's ]
 
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* anais adélaide adair
* sixteen
* student at hmbc
* work with humanities based subjects
 
→ anais grew up in rural france, and speaks with a slight accent, that she's mostly adapted out of. she doesn't sound american, but her voice has a refinement that often makes people assume that she is of a high class. they're not wrong of course, but the assumption is always made before knowing her. she adored growing up where she did, although frequent trips to the city were often in order, due to her father's position. he's a french politician, though he decided to finish his political career when anais was nine, in favour of expanding the family business to the states.
 
→ as a much-longed for only child, anais is very close to both of her parents in different ways. she and her mother have the chance to act girly and gossip together, and shop through antique stores and go for lunch - all the high society things that are liked. still, she is spoiled by her mother. despite this, she is one hundred percent a daddy's girl and constantly strives for her father's affections. they're in abundance of course, as he dotes on her, but he doesn't approve of the amount of material possessions her mother lavishes on her. he believes firmly in women's rights and wants anais to be her own person outside all inconsequential posessions. it doesn't stop him from spoiling her too from time to time.
 
→ she knows her way around people. she's manipulative and smarter than she appears, and often hides behind a persona of a silly blonde to work things to her advantage. she doesnt' dumb herself down for boys of course - she simply doesn't reveal all of her intelligence right away. she likes to keep herself shrouded in mystery so that people will work to her advantage. she by no means wants to be the "queen of the school", but she's quite content with people not realising that they've been duped, and liking her. truly, while she does often twist people and work them to her advantage, she is a good person. deep down. it's simply that she has little desire to get properly close to anyone around her.
 
→ maths and english and subjects as such don't keep her attention as much as humanitarian subjects do. she takes geography, psychology, sociology and history in order to keep herself entertained, which prompted her to add biology to the list. she's fluent in french and english, due to her nationality and place, but wanted to add another in. she takes latin classes at school, interested in learning the language.
 
→ secrets are her friends. to this day, she's never told a soul something that some has explicitly asked her not to tell, but she has been known to use information for her own gain. people don't know much about her really, but they *think* they do. they assume and she neither confirms nor denies. she has a reputation for being good in bed, which is surprising to her considering that she's an out-and-out virgin. it doesn't bother her one bit. people can guess what they like, but she's hiding nothing that she's ashamed of.
well...
that's not entirely true.
 
~ holliday grainger ~

[ dear maria, count me in // all time low ]
 
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feel free to comment~ this is open for location, people, plot, etc c:
 
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*note. i think that it's dear maria. i can't remember and i can't be bothered looking it up so.