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hi. this has been a long time coming. i simply don’t have the muse or time to have as many blogs as i do currently, even after parsing them down from the eight or nine i had before, so this blog is going to be put on an indefinite hiatus. i don’t know when or if i will come back to this blog in particular, but if you would like to continue writing with me, i can be found on @marshaljustice or @bravefought. my personal is @deadbrave. i love you all and i’m sorry it had to be like this, but i don’t forsee anytime in at least the next two years that i will be capable to handle more than the two blogs i have muse for. i wish you all the best. 

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SCHITT’S CREEK APPREICATION WEEK: Day 2 → Favorite Character

I just don’t think I’m finished with this place. My business is here. My… my husband is here. And I’m just not ready to mess that up… just yet.

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songeurame​:

   oh, will turner had been the subject of many of elizabeth’s dreams, ever since the day her father rescued him. she always wanted more than what she had… it was not a materialistic want, no. it was a want for adventure, for autonomy, and for the cute pirate boy. she had gotten all of it, if only briefly, and she would never regret any of her choices. elizabeth knew she was beyond lucky to have her husband back home and the only want she had left was for her family to be whole, happy, and healthy. a soft sigh left her lips. “oh, william turner, how you flatter me,” she gently teased as she carefully pulled his face from her neck so she could look him in the eyes that she loved so much– even with all of their years of sadness. “now, how about we make some tea and enjoy a meal, hm? you cannot live on dreams alone.”

            will had been taught over and over again while growing up that he would never be enough for elizabeth; an orphan, found lost at sea, offered nothing but the kindness of strangers in a stranger place, the warmth of elizabeth who’d always been too kind to him, even in his more monstrous moments. even when they had first formed a relationship, a part of will was still terrified that he would never be enough to satisfy her, not when people like captain jack sparrow and james norrington existed, a shitty pirate and a mediocre blacksmith born from destruction and loss. will thanked the stars every day that he was allowed with elizabeth, even those that he was trapped at sea and tied to the dutchman because he knew that she was still out there, that she watched over his heart with love and care. dropping his forehead against elizabeth’s, the smallest smile inched its way onto will’s lips. “that does sound much preferred to what i’ve been dining upon these past few years.” 

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WARDROBE APPRECIATION

movie: the conjuring: the devil made me do it character: lorraine warren

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songeurame​:

   no going back. yeah, bram was aware of that. and he didn’t want to go back– ever. simon was truly his other half, the reason he would be covered in wrinkles in his old age. “i believe you,” he teased and rubbed his nose against simon’s cheek. the confident cheese was much appreciated. but even that didn’t last very long, did it? a hand gently ran through simon’s hair as he spoke. “babe. you just turned twenty-one. you have time to figure out what you wanna do,” he reassured. “and you won’t ever be a lazy slacker husband, not to me.” the casual mention of marriage, even in this context, still made bram buzz with a odd sense of giddiness. that was still some time away, but the thought instilled some sort of pride in bram. “we have so much time ahead of us, simon. just worry about right now.”

           how lucky for the two of them, to find their other half far easier other people their age, in their prime, their youth, afforded many years of affection between them. especially in the deep south, as gay men--luck really was shining down upon them, and simon was more than thankful for bram, his boyfriend was practically heaven-sent. simon’s waned but did not falter: in his drunken state he could profess his deepest fears without the normal blow to his psyche that they had on him. “i know i have time, there’s just so much pressure to know your future exactly when you’re applying for colleges in junior year and i just. i’m scared i won’t even have a fixed point i’m working towards, i’m not sure i’m passionate about anything aside from you.” simon’s head dropped to bram’s shoulder as his lips wrapped around the straw of his beverage and sipped. “i’ll try, i just don’t want to let you down. you’re the most important thing to me.” 

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Thomas Thorne in Ghosts SE1E03 “Happy Death Day”

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fortmiinable​:

   after so many years without so much as an affectionate word, elizabeth was not shocked that will had become somewhat unaccustomed to it. no, they could never get those years back. their son was a man. their hair would soon turn gray and their skin would no longer be entirely smooth. but they were together. that was what mattered most. she could hold him in his moments of despair, much like this. elizabeth gently rocked their bodies together. “you are worthy of life,” she whispered against his temple. “you are worthy of love. you are worthy of happiness,” she reassured him. "i will not allow you to believe otherwise.“

         will had fucked up a lot of things in his life but his worst mistakes, in his own opinion, were the consequences of taking up the duty of captaining the flying dutchman. when he was just a young boy apprenticing with the blacksmith of port royal, all he’d ever dreamed of was settling down with elizabeth swann, the governor’s daughter, and creating their own family together. it had always been a foolhardy want, so when the dream became a reality, it hurt more than will would ever admit to know that he wouldn’t be able to take part in that world, chained to the dutchman as he was. curled up in elizabeth’s arms much like a babe clung to their mother, will found solace and comfort, face pressed into the warmth of his love’s neck. “you are every dream i’ve ever imagined come to life.” 

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David Rose + dramatic entrances and exits

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fortmiinable​:

   “oh no, i was not complaining,” bram giggled at his boyfriend’s attempt at pulling an adorable face as he shook his head. he leaned in to press a kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek. simon was adorable regardless of sobriety. “please, continue to shower me with love and affection.” the giggling stopped at simon’s words, however. a slight frown turned his smile upside down. “babe. why do you think you’re stuck?” bram knew it likely wasn’t about him but that didn’t stop the sinking feeling in his stomach.

             “you better not be! ‘cause even if you were, i wasn’t going to stop. you’re family now, bram. no going back.” leaning into the affection, simon’s grin only grew, cheeks deepening in color from pink to a nice rosy red. “you know i will. ain’t nothing i love doing more than loving you.” which was a cheesy line that would very much embarrass simon the moment he was no longer drunk, or suffering the hangover consequence. “not with you, o’course. just. like. what i want from the future, ya know? i don’t know what i wanna be. i don’t wanna be some slacker husband you have to care for who’s too lazy to get a job.” 

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“Ed… remember me. She tried to turn you agaisnt me. Because she thinks our love is our weakness. But it’s not. It’s not. It’s our strength”

The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It. (2021)

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featherchan​:

Sailor Mars struggles to breathe and stand. Struggling to regain her composure, due to Queen Beryl’s frightening power, which was overwhelming and weakening her senses. That she shivers as she was reminded of being in the presence of Sailor Galaxia, how her fearsome and frightening power has killed her more than once. Suddenly, she felt a firm hand on her shoulder. Causing Sailor Mars to look up to see Tuxedo Mask standing next to her. His power shielded her. Casing her with his calming aura protecting her from Queen Beryl’s darkness. Allowing the fresh air to greet her lungs and breathe at ease. “Since you refuse to receive my most gracious offer. You leave me with no choice but to pursuit you with force….” Pulling her cloak aside. A sinister being tainted by Queen Beryl’s aura emerge from the shadow. As its body shifted and move. “Kill the girl but spare the man…” Beryl order it. “But you’re allow to beat him around until he see his senses…” “Jugglelu!” The sinister being reply to its master, as it took a form of a female juggler. Attacking head-on. It tossed several balls in her hands towards Sailor Mars and Tuxedo Mask. Reacting to it, Sailor Mars got to her feet, as she pushed her King aside, out of harm’s way. “TUXEDO MASK! MOVE!” As the balls exploded where they last stand.

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           though tuxedo mask is suffering just as much beneath queen beryl’s power as his companion is, he fights to keep himself upright, to remain the backbone that he is known for being. with every breath that he takes, tuxedo mask exudes an aura of calm protection, the shield that sailor mars needs to stay in the fight, even when queen beryl’s darkness is overwhelming and all consuming, a strike of evil straight to the core of their very hearts, light dimmed from its usual bright shine. “you are stronger than her, sailor mars. hang tough.”             tuxedo mask clenches his jaw, eyes akin to steel as he stares down queen beryl and then her henchman, bumbling creature tainted by the darkness surrounding the evil royal. pushed to the side, tuxedo mask’s arms wrap around sailor mars’ waist to keep them both upright, quickly dropping when he moves to join the fight. with a cry, tuxedo mask pulls a handful of roses from his pocket, throwing them at the juggler, successfully scratching its eyes and hands. “jugglelu!” it cried in anguish, heels of its palm digging into its eyes. 

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         LET’S FIND THE PLACE WHERE HAPPINESS BEGINS.

extremely selective, low activity & canon divergent multimuse. feat. characters from harry potter, the hunger games, pirates of the caribbean, sailor moon, charmed & more!  

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BBC Ghosts - S2E04

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So, this is the path you’ve chosen? After all, he is a blacksmith. No. He’s a pirate. WILLIAM TURNER in the Pirates of the Caribbean (Film Series)

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My favourite Lorraine Warren hairstyles throughout The Conjuring series <3 bonus:

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fortmiinable​:

   “a little?” bram snorted at the understatement. then again, he hardly ever made a big deal out of his birthday until simon came along. and no, he still hadn’t quite gotten used to the spiers’ special birthday blowouts. he shook his head as he watched his boyfriend practically try to turn a pina colada into a feeding tube. but he couldn’t stop from nudging simon’s shoulder at his final comment. “hey, you have direction. don’t start getting sad drunk on me.”

               “what, would you rather i not spoil you? ‘cause i can do that. imagine a birthday without boatloads of affection, of gifts, this adorable face.” simon pulled a strange expression which was likely incredibly far from adorable but was certain to make bram laugh as hard as he himself was into the rim of his beverage. “’m not sad drunk, just...thoughtful drunk. you know. some of us know exactly what we want from the future and i’m still...stuck. ain’t sad. just a fact.”