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Ten Thousand Saints (2015), dir. Shari Springer Berman and Robert Pulcini

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Everan — Hawk Shifter — Familiar and Medium - FC: Asa Butterfield

5+ years RP experience

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Everan — Hawk Shifter — Familiar and Medium - FC: Asa Butterfield

5+ years RP experience

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Everan — Hawk Shifter — Familiar and Medium - FC: Asa Butterfield

5+ years RP experience

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Everan — Hawk Shifter — Familiar and Medium - FC: Asa Butterfield

5+ years RP experience

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Bram shivered, as he looked down, picking at the frayed hem of his knee. It wasn’t that he was cold, everything in this world just felt so foreign and loud. False lights blared down on him, and the rustling burn of human made equipment spun and churned from all around him. Maybe this had been a mistake. His uncle and dad always said to stay away from the human world; they were cruel, and rude, and too proud to show any respect to their fae kind. But then why was it, his father chose to always go there and play with their children instead? Yes, he knew well his dad needed to eat imagination to live, but he didn’t have to live there. That was his choice, his idea. It wasn’t the only way. 

Did he speak of these things? No. But he wouldn’t understand, anyway.It didn’t matter. That empty hole lodged within him, the one he’d become so familiar with. In fact, the part that made him angry was that for a flicker of a moment sitting there, he actually for a SECOND wondered if he was okay. Why should he be worrying about him. He was the bloody kid.

Bram had been so consumed in his thoughts, and shutting out all the damn whirling sounds, that he hadn’t noticed that someone had approached, just standing off to the side, staring at him as if the guise he had put to front as a human, had completely been wrong. Insecurity suddenly strangled him, and for a moment, he contemplated just disappearing entirely. That’d be the easy route. Less confrontation the better. That was his motto. It was why it was just easier to run away than have a sit down and just try to say something. He didn’t want to hurt his dad’s feelings…. which was why he perhaps wasn’t disappearing on this guy staring at him, either. He didn’t know.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze up to meet the stare of the other boy, surprised to find that in fact, this other boy wasn’t even a human. He could tell. Relief flushed over him; his back and shoulder muscles relaxing, as a tilt of a smile lifted just a little in response.

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Who knew how long Everan stood there, watching this fae amid the streams of people. Even after he was noticed by the subject of his attention, he continued to stare in silence. A smile was not returned--at least, not by his lips, as such a gesture was physically foreign to the hawk’s features ... but it was ever present in those eyes of crystalline sky, the gaze that seemed to see into infinity which at that moment held a shimmer of a smile.

He didn’t know what this person was doing there; this stranger was not connected to his duties ... at least, not so far as he had been informed; but then, Everan never questioned the orders or requests given to him; he simply did them. This? What was this?

It was different with Ruby. With his Person, he had instantly known; he had felt it; they were meant for each other and he could sense it deep within the very fiber of his being. But this stranger? It was truly strange.

Everan could see it; there was the vague and flickering, ethereal thread of fate between them, but it seemed to fade in and out of his vision, as though it could not decide whether or not to exist. He could almost hear it, too, like the soothing hum of a Tibetan singing bowl, its sound inundating between muted and present.

What did it mean?

Free will. That was what it meant. It was a calling for Everan to make a choice. To be an animal, a hawk, and to simply do things and live by instinct was one thing, to follow orders from beyond was another ... but this was something completely different. This was his own choice.

And Everan chose to move then, the thread only visible to himself and becoming all the more corporeal in his vision as a single strand of opalesque light. Without a word, he moved to the stranger and sat upon the back of his bench. A simple gesture, perhaps, as he sat beside and slightly above the fae. Not a word was spoken as he gave him another shifted look, then turned his gaze to the straggling travelers around them.

Threadbare Misfits || Everbram

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rebelhelps:

I’m 30 and face a lot of age discrimination in the tumblr rp comm so admitting my age sucks.

I was reading through the comments in the tags, and I noticed a lot of:

“As long as you’re not creepy, I’m okay!”

“As long as you’re not a pedo!”

People over 29 are not automatically creepy or pedos. They are just as likely to be either as a 20 year old; most are less creepy because they are more experienced. Age discrimination is pretty gross. Does anyone really think that 29+ yr olds are going to think less about the concerns of smutting with someone under a age of majority? No, they probably think about it more because they haven’t been a grown child for years and face the real world more then the kiddos around.

Saying “As long as you’re not X” is pretty gross because it is implying that they are more likely to and contributes to the very reason why people over 29 are so reluctant about sharing their age — It IS age-based discrimination.

Also, just because someone is 30 yrs old does not mean they are something less than because they are still interested in rping. If you do the math based on the theory that most rpers begin around the age of 15-17, they may have been rping since the early 2000s, and some for even longer. That is 15+ yrs, so why would they suddenly be disinterested in something they have been doing for longer than some rpers are in total age. Do you know how many years of experience 15 yrs adds up to? If you want to become a good writer, then seek out those with the most experience.

If you don’t discriminate against rpers for being younger, then don’t do it because they are older. Nothing in life should have a time limit or expiration on interests that make people happy and bring no harm to others.

Personally, I hope to still have a passion and love for rping when I’m 90 yrs old and sitting in my nursing home. Never forget, kiddos, that you’ll be “old” someday and facing people telling you not to love the things you love because you’re past your expiration date.

Can you reblog this if you’d RP with someone over 30?

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Everan — Hawk Shifter — Familiar and Medium - FC: Asa Butterfield

5+ years RP experience

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Ruby hadn’t seen the hawks staring, as she had been busy trying to the small spots of blood off in the sink, But she could feel it, something on the back of her energy itself. She didn’t mind it, though. It was strange the things she had gotten so used to with Everan being around, and yet at the same time, none of it felt ever strange at all. Being around the hawk made her feel more at home and comfortable anywhere than she ever had in her constantly moving life. It was nice, like a rock, finally that she could just know would be there, even when he wasn’t literally there. She couldn’t quite explain it. Maybe that was because there weren’t words invented enough for it.

But yes, she had felt something foreboding on the edge of the air, just out of reach, and that.. she couldn’t explain either, as she turned around, handing him back his shirt and told him of the vision. 

She waited for him to fix himself, always gently amused in a good way at how he carefully he pruned himself in the mirror. It was adorable.

She sighed at the eye signal that Everan did. Of course, he knew. He could always see her, probably more so than she could even see herself. Everan was a wise hawk, a messenger, and one who could see beyond things that were right there. They were a bit similar in that last aspect, but she supposed when it came to one’s self, ego and confusion and other insecurities and thing mudded up the clarity someone else like Everan might see. It was much easier reading other than yourself.

Stepping up to him, she took his wet fingers gently in hers. “All I keep seeing, is a pulling to something I’m afraid is going to be horrible. It’s dark, so dark, and I can’t breathe. I .. almost wonder, if that place I just randomly finger pointed to on the map, wasn’t an accident at all. Most things in life aren’t. People just don’t realize it until it’s come to pass and then can see where it fits into the plan.” She didn’t know how much of her english he would understand of that, but she knew he’s at least ‘feel’ it and get the jist hopefully at least. “I need to be here. There’s something here.”

A knock came at the bathroom door. “Come on. Let’s eat and talk out there. You still need to try sliced pig, remember?” she said, hoping to put aside some of the ominous drop she just related. “Although, this is Delphi. The menu could surprise me. I have no idea what they might serve here.”

Instead of her hair, now his gaze was focused shifted now to their hands as his ears trained upon the sound of her voice, the words coming from her mouth. Just because Everan could not speak English well did not mean he couldn’t understand her emotions.

Hands still dampened slightly--and a bit cold, as they usually were--it was expected that his fingers would curl and press to hers, basking in the warmth of her skin. He didn’t say anything, of course; but it was clear just from the vibe he radiated that the hawk did not like the idea of his Person being in dark, afraid and alone. And he knew, of course he knew, that them being here was no accident, that everything happened for a reason ... he just didn’t know that reason himself. Just because he was a messenger didn’t mean that he knew or understood the contents of that message for himself. If he did, then Everan would surely have told Ruby with exquisite detail. He would tell her everything.

But she was right; most people didn’t realize just where something fit into the plan until much later. Even himself. In a way, it was comforting to know that he had something in common with humans ... maybe he was becoming more like them than he realized.

I need to be here. There’s something here.

He had to say it. He couldn’t not.

“Here ... is familiar.”

Just what had he meant by that? Just what he said. Delphi, being there in this town in this country, he could feel just how familiar it was ... and he couldn’t place it. He knew that in all his life as a bird, he had never once set foot in Greece, nor had his feathers grazed the air of Delphi ... and yet he could feel a pull toward the mountains ...

Right! Sliced pig! Curious ... cooked ... pig. He still wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that, but he would rather leave the confined space of the locked toilet and avoid repetitive knocking to the door. As they exited into the restaurant, they received odd stares from the woman awaiting access to the restroom, thus prompting a curious stare back at her from the hawk.

Hoarding the Shiny