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Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

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rp partner: so idk how u feel about really dark threads and violence and gore and stuff but–

me, putting my finger against their lips: i’m in

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THOSE FOREHEAD TOUCHES WHERE THE PERSON GRABS THE BACK OF YOUR NECK TO ANCHOR YOU IN PLACE ARE SO IMPORTANT.

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@beaniesandmachetes·

THE TINY JOB AT THE LIBRARY is his reprieve from the horrors he faces at home. Just about every day the events are the same. Granted as he’s gotten older and TALLER the abuse has stopped somewhat, but he’s far too goodhearted to rear back on his own father. On the weekends, Jacoby typically disappears and goes to work during the time he isn’t at school. To the dismay of his father at least he can’t show up to make a scene so in a way its his safe place. On the outside to everyone else Blake Rawlings has made Jake seem like the outsider; the no good trouble maker, which couldn’t be farther from the truth. 

Most of his days are fairly normal and quiet. That is how he likes it since the rest of his life is chaos. As he looks up from his shelves of books from refiling he notices the young man standing not too far away. For a moment he thinks there is a mirror that has been placed in the middle of the room without his knowledge. How could this be? Eyes squint in confusion and his heart pounds as he tries to discern what the hell is going on.

“I’m dreaming right? There’s no way there’s another me standing right here.” 

        He doesn’t move closer just yet, just waits for something----because monster or not, he knows something will happen (and he just hopes he won’t be forced to hunt something down). But the sincere shock and confusion showing up in the other boy’s face is more than enough to make the sudden ‘flight or fight’ instinct melt away from his muscles--an almost stupid reaction from all these years trying to be a hunter but it’s not like it really matters now. Now he’s got more important stuff in mind to worry about.

       He steps closer, slowly, takes the moment to really look at the other boy now that he’s close enough--they’re identical, that’s more than obvious now but there’s something else hidden in there, something he can’t really put his finger on but the thought is quickly dismissed as the other finally says something. And well it’s not like that same thought hasn’t crossed his mind but he doubts the whole situation is this simple.

       He’s a Winchester. Nothing is ever simple in his life, after all. ❝ I don’t think so. My name is Sam. ❞

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thingsforrp:

‘My neighbour just said we looked alike and I thought it was exaggeration but holy ducks we’re literally identical’ AU ‘Hey stranger I noticed we look too much alike and basically please let me take pictures with you to confuse my friends/family’ AU ‘I just saw a picture of you on my friend’s social media and holy fish sticks are we clones?’ AU Muse A accidentally discovers they can step through mirrors. When they do so they find Muse B stood on the over side Muse A is talking to themself in the mirror one day when their reflection, Muse B, starts talking back. Muse A discovers time travel and ends up back in time, meeting their past self, Muse B Muse A comes from the future and tries to stop Muse B making a mistake Muse A travels back in time with instructions to kill their past self, Muse B Muse A is a witch/wizard/mage and is practicing a spell which backfires and splits them in two. One muse is the good side of the personality and one the bad

AUs for muses with the same fc

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           i don’t want to ruin this the way i ruin everything else in my life !!

                                                                                iconless multimuse rp blog // loved by dante

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I promise you my pain wasn’t poetic.It was days without sleep and pretending I was stable enough to continue.

(via tullipsink)

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1000 Picspams Challenge | #658 Archetype Inspirations | Millenial Gospel

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defeatedsoldier:

❛  right.   ❜   not skipping a beat, even if his heart felt as though it was beginning to drop at the question sam just asked.   ❛  how’re you feeling?  ❜  the questions of what sam remembered were staying in the back of his mind, but he didn’t want to focus on the negative. he needed to know sam was okay, that sam was still fighting the good fight and they could go back to something simple— whatever that entailed.  ❛  if you’re feeling well we could go back to the motel.  ❜

      He nods softly at the man’s answer, looks away from the strange face and takes a moment to just stare at the white wall--the question makes him hesitate for a minute longer and he tries to think about how he’s really feeling. The pain in his body doesn’t feel so bad now but things in his head are... difficult. He knows there are things he should remember, faces he should recognize but nothing comes to his mind but a blank page that feels endless and uncomfortable whenever he focuses on the lost memories for too long. 

     ❝ I don’t... ❞ He starts as the other talks again, struggles for half a second–almost forcing himself to recall what the doctor had said earlier and it shouldn’t be so hard. ❝ 'm sorry, I... I don’t--remember you. ❞

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hatkept:

         THE MAN WITH HIS HEIGHT SHOULD BE quite intimidating, but for some reason Carl isn’t phased. He knows what to do to protect himself and he knows not to let his guard down. There have been too many close calls to allow for any missteps thus far. It worries Carl when the man hesitates, but then when he answers the one visible eye grows a bit wide. It’s not often he hears a number so large, but the man also didn’t lie. At least he thinks so. He furrows his brow and lifts his chin. “Why?” It’s all he asks because his answer depends on whether or not he’s invited to come back to Alexandria. Upon hearing the man’s answer he knows that he could have been easily in the same position. “All those people tried to kill you?” Seems a little far fetched but Carl knows its not impossible after everything he’s been through.

        He can’t help but almost smile at the boy’s change of stance--it’d be cute if the situation was any different, if the world wasn’t as fucked up as it is now. ❝ Not all of ‘em. ❞ And he brushes his fingers on the old amulet resting over his jacket, tries not to let the memories pull him down in that moment but it feels easier said than done. And maybe he shouldn’t be so honest, maybe he could just go away and forget this whole conversation but he’s tired of the way he’s been surviving. ❝ The one in Illinois-- he got bitt’n. Never wanted to be one of ‘em so... ❞ He takes in another deep breath, forces himself not to think about the blood and the gunshot--he should be past that. ❝ I had to. ❞

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Madness is not hysteria. It can be very quiet…

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters (via books-n-quotes)

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first. he touches you and you light on fire. your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. the burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. it’s so hard to breathe. you’re suffocating daily. second. it hurts to watch him. he shines. he’s brighter than the sun, he’s too beautiful for your eyes. it’s hard to look at him. it’s even harder to look away from him. you’re going blind. third. your ears are tuned to his voice. you could pick him out in a sea of thousands. his voice makes pretty singers who sing pretty songs sound dull. his voice makes everything else sound ugly. fourth. the color of his eyes is blue enough to drown in. he is turning you into a clichéd love-wrecked being. you’re drowning, always sinking. down, down, down. fifth. you know him. you love him. through a thousand lifetimes, across millions of stars, you’d find him, you’d never leave him. you love him, till death do you part. ( sixth. he loves you, too. )

five things you know and the one thing you don’t. 19/09/14 (via eposetties)

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hum hymns from lost languages; create halos from broken words and wings from stolen tongues

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I need all the aus right now.

you’re getting married to the wrong person so imma gonna crash your wedding

we were deeply in love but I broke your heart (even though I’m still in love with you) when I moved away with no explanation or goodbye but now I’m back home and we run into each other at the super market 

i’m the captain of the football team, you’re the ‘geek’, but i still have a massive secret crush on you even though i’m afraid going out with you will fuck up my reputation

i’m a teacher, you’re my new student and god damn i want you

i’m a big corporate tykoone, you’re my new temp

i’m 32 and just lost my wife, you’re my 20 year old neighbor

we’re both married and are having an affair (complete, 100% angst)

i’m a wanted criminal on the run, you’re the young wild-child wanting to escape your boring life and live on the edge

our parents are the enemy crime lords, but i still love you

i’m a gladiator, you’re a roman elite

i’m a werewolf, whom you find wounded on the side of the road (as a wolf) and take in/nurse back to health – i can’t shift back into human form because it’ll freak you the fuck out. you share your secrets and hopes and dreams with me, and i fall in love with you, so, when you’re away from home, i shift back into a man and try to get you to fall in love with me too. 

i’m an assassin, you’re my target

i’m a trouble youth, you’re the head of a youth home that takes me in

i’m a soldier, you run a war-protest group

i’m a soldier, you’re the girl i met and fell in love with before i shipped out to iraq, only to go missing, presumed to be dead. two years later, i show up on your doorstep – only, you’re married with a baby. (based on traveling soldier, by dixie chicks)

i’m a play-it-safe banker, you’re the live-on-the-edge girl that gives me a ride to the gas station when my car breaks down

we’re stuck together, trying to survive during the zombie apocalypse

i’m leading a rebellion against the king, you’re his heir

all the aus. 

every au

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exblccdjunkie:

Sam was still in shock. So much had happened since he had ended up in Apocalypse World. He had gotten split up from his brother and Jack. They had run into Lucifer, but not his mother, which sent worry spiking through him. And now, here he was running from this world’s Michael with an alternate version of himself. The only thing keeping him from freaking out was his past experience with crazy. This was probably one of the strangest things that had ever happened to him, though.

The hunter nodded, trying to slow down his breathes and keep from making too much noise. Whoever this version of himself was and whatever he planned to do, Sam was sure following him was better than getting between Michael and Lucifer while they fought. Anything was better than being near Him anyway. Sam braced himself to run.

         Well at least the other isn’t freaking out as badly as he’d expected and that’s a good thing. He offers him a soft smile, moves his hand to rest it on the man’s shoulder for a moment--as if to reassure him, if that was even possible right now. ❝ Good. ❞ He takes in a deep breath and allows himself to peek over his shoulder for a second just to be sure--and Michael was still too focused on Lucifer or whoever that one was to pay attention to them, so maybe they have a good chance to run without being noticed right away.

         He moves to stand up slowly, keeping an eye on the two archangels fighting and yea, they really need to get out of here because whatever happens next won’t be pretty and he doesn’t want to stick around to find out who wins this time. ❝ C’mon, let’s move. Now. ❞ There’s only a moment of hesitation before he starts running, trying to move as quietly as possible in the devastated ground.

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❛ I said if you are going to do such things you should at least do them properly. ❜

   “And what does it matter to you how I hang a door curtain of all things?” Eyes narrow and she refuses to look at him. “It’s not like it’s permanent. It’s only until they get the damn heating and air fixed so we can shut the stupid doors.” He doesn’t need to know that the reason she’s pushing for them to be fixed is so that she can stop seeing that girl all the time. She can’t handle it.

   Felicia should have known better than to get attached but, oh well��� she got attached. And she’d gotten herself hurt believing that someone like Sam could’ve seen something in someone like her. She shouldn’t have bothered moving, should probably start looking into another apartment building or something.

   It just hurt. She thought they’d had something.   

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         “ True forms are hard to see. Most of them are too bright for anyone to handle. ” Not to mention that some people couldn’t handle it, but Michael would do his best to do whatever was needed to keep Sam content. If that meant keeping himself as looking human? He would. 

           “ You’re special sam. A reason that I… along with all the other Angels believe in you.”

      ❝ True forms? ❞ He repeats, curiosity filling his voice--he doesn’t even allow himself to feel stupid for making such a question, too interested in whatever the man has to say to really care about it in that moment. He steps closer, the old warning of ‘not talking to strangers’ completely forgotten. This man isn’t bad. He knows that--he just does.

           ❝ What do you mean? ❞