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[ofthewhitehands]

deathless ♚ sentence meme  // Accepting

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go. ( RHAEGAR // @rhaegxr​ )

She sat with her eyes on the child, listening  to the quarrel  they often had these days. “We are bound to  one another. You could never leave me now.”

She looked to him then, and every moment of complication, every emotion welled inside her. She loved him in her sad distorted way.

They needed time to heal. To find each other again on better more solid grounds.

“ We should give him a name. The poor thing can’t be nameless forever.”

[heygutlcssa]

I LOST THE MEME

@cagesings ASKED; ❝  here it’s safe , here it’s warm .❞ (JOHANNA)

He wanted better than this. He wanted to hold her hand and do something special for this. He wanted it to be a good day for her. He wanted to take her to the library and request a room to watch VHS tapes. He wanted to take her down to the roller rink or to the bowling alley. He wanted to sit at that one ancient diner with the Formica countertops that were wearing down and get her a hot dog or a milkshake or whatever would make her happy, just so long as it was a good day to remember.

He wanted the anniversary of the day he met her to be something special. The Judge had ensured it wasn't. He couldn't take her anywhere and all that has been accomplished was another shouting match among other things. If the judge ever fought his own battles, Riff's fists would have gone through his face. He shouldn't have to ask for these things. He should just be able to take her out without it feeling like a warzone.

It wasn't like they were the only people in this kind of situation. Girls got pregnant all the time. People like them got married all the time. Unlike the normalcy of their sorry situation , they didn't have to struggle.

Riff felt he would have preferred to.

He simply felt so angry. He felt helpless. What was worse was the imminent threat that her Judge could still manage to take her away from him.

He shifted in the tub to be closer to her, letting her fingers rub and run through where they wanted. He'd rather be back home in that tiny shower. he'd rather struggle with her there than be in whatever this was.

"You sure this pot ain't cookin' him?" Is all he can ask. " Just wanted to go out an' find you one a those berry cake things." She had told him about them before. He wanted to end the day with that. With something special just for her. " It ain't safe here, Jo." It's all the more of an apology for the worst day they e had in a while he can muster.

[mxlouloute]

PROMPTS   FOR   THE   HEAVY   HEARTED

@ycllowhaired​ ASKED:  “ being alive is exhausting.  ” (JOHANNA)

“You ain’t wrong.” Dolores sighed pouring the girl a drink. She’d looked like she needed a hand. She looked like...”I got a dime somewhere if you need to go call somebody. diner closes in an hour.”

it wasn’t hard to miss that look. it was one Dolores had worn time after time.

[humanforthis]

* FRANK HERBERT'S DUNE PROMPTS  // Accepting

@impercre​ ASKED:  "something cannot emerge from nothing." (CHANI)

“You imply then, that there could be something.” He smirked, extending a hardboiled hawk egg to her, having peeled away the shell for her during the midst of their conversation so private and tucked away from the rest of the Keep. For all their fighting, it did not mean that he did not pay attention.

Certainly, off-world eggs would be significantly cheaper and easier to come by, but these temporary truces always gave him interesting views of this planet and its people. The egg, for instance, being a delicacy and a rarity among her people. She had said something, once, of having one to share with her father on some specific day every one to two years apart- whenever the egg could be gotten. He did not forget that that memory fell on this date. 

He could not undo the horrors his house had thrust on her people, but he could offer her some sense of tradition and a time to mourn where he was certain she hadn’t had during the war.

[shardfated]

It’s about the yearning. the devotion // ACCEPTING

@ircnwrought​​ ASKED: ❝ You were my new dream. ❞ (TRISTAN)

To any Auradonian girl this would have been the happily ever after, but to Evie, it was a common occurrence and she was hardly moved.

What was a knight ( a disgraced one at that, if the rumors were to be believed) compared to a King? If he had the influence of Arthur’s army and could pull them from his side, she’d gladly keep him until she could sway them to her own. The knights of Camelot were loyal to a fault and therefore hardly of any use at all. Arthur wasn’t the world’s greatest dictator for nothing, after all, despite the story he had painted for himself in this country.

If they had been on the Isle, she would have laughed, would have broken his heart into thousands of pieces and taken what she needed to survive.  Here, however, she could not simply throw him away. He might be needed at a later time. Besides, he was...

                                                                                                                             Kind.

He never asked anything of her and never exposed an ulterior motive. Showing him her sharp cruelty  seemed a poor choice. That was the only reason. There wasn’t anything else. There couldn’t be.

“ And what of your Isolde? The way you talk about her? Oh, you stop my heart. Don’t give up on her yet. The death of love is such a sad thing.”

Let him think her an angel’s kiss. Let someone think that anyway, if he didn’t already believe it. At least someone thought she was good.

[essenceofhispenance]

I LOST THE MEME

@atreidestm​ asked:  "i’m not going anywhere without you." (PAUL)

“ You have no need for me here, beloved.” Her fingers trace rhythmless  patterns through his temples and hairline. “ The sietches need me to continue my father’s work. Our son needs me. I do not have a place amid the razzia. Your fedaykin grow restless, it is your leadership they need, not me standing at your heel.”

She never knew what to expect from him in these days. She longed for the marriage of youth and their days together amid the sietch. Before the god within him swallowed him whole.

He was the Atredies man, the vehicular avatar that carried her man’s face, but none of himself. He was the out-freyn, the manipulator, the cruel being that commanded her people as an act of warfare like revenge.  He is the prophet that devours his own flesh to build his own myth, the king without a crown,  the spirit that remains omnipotent.

He was Muad’Dib the God, the Mahdi. He was all knowing, the past, present, and countless roads to the future opened before him.  He is omniscience made flesh. he is without blindness. What does he feel beyond the duty to lead his children of his faith? to further build his faith, for what is a god without his religion?

Lastly, he was her man, her Usul, who was flesh and bone and grace and kindness. Usul was flawed and perfect. Usul laughed, Usul gave water to the dead. He was the out-freyn boy parading around in a man’s skin. She loved him. She loves him.

It is Usul she hopes that responds. Usul was the only being in that body that she did not fear.

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[ofthewhitehands]

SENTENCE  STARTERS:  THE  BEAR  AND  THE  NIGHTINGALE  BY KATHERINE  ARDEN

@messanique ASKED what tale will you have tonight?  (SANSA)

"Old Nan still has better stories." Lyanna said as her fingers carefully corrected little Arya's embroidery. Each stitch was traditional, with purpose and on purpose. Nevermind the knots that had found their way to the cloth, Lyanna would not let them go to waste. her work was aways traditional.

It was known that Lyanna had no care for southern styles. She still wore her sarafan and her belt with it. She still prayed to the old gods daily. She put flax in each child's crib and tied the first of her spinning to each of Catelyn's children ( and to little Jon too). The gods had eyes and needed to know of the children.

Children moved so quickly, and grew like weeds. even seeds needed time to grow roots, just as eyes needed time to take in their surroundings.

"Have I told you of how Garth the Green trapped Death in a sack?"

[heygutlcssa]

I LOST THE MEME

@ircnwrought ASKED: “I came because you need me.” (MARIA)

"I'm...married." he hadn't meant to be out for so long, but a drink at the end of his shift wasn't something he could easily turn down. Not at this time of year. Not when Tony's birthday was just around the corner. He tired his best to be cheerful and celebrate the way Tony would have wanted-- take Maria out dancing, eat well, and do something to make the most of his day. He usually came home after work, but not tonight. he was out late tonight.

He'd made it home to their front porch, plopped himself down on their porch furniture, and was nothing more than a happy drunk.

" Rosie's the best girl. I'm lookin' for her. Shouldn't'a come. Lookin' for my girl. 'm married. I need my girl." He smirked to himself then haphazardly dug through his pockets, nearly slipping off the porch furniture he sat on. " Almost, almost married. Don't tell, gone a ask her. See?" He held up the box and opened it, nearly dropping the gold ring inside. " 't's for Rosie. Need Rosie. I..got a go home." He was already home. The ring was something he'd saved for for a while. They'd been through a lot and he wasn't about to lose her again.

[heygutlcssa]

QUESTION PROMPTS

@soldwrecked ASKED: “ why are you looking at me like that? ” (JACK)

"You mean it?" If ever there was a look she could have given him, this one took the cake. She looked at him like the sun rose and set with him. Like he was the match to light her spark. If ever there was a woman in love, it was Graziella.

"You want to marry me?" a little small town nobody who had taped newspaper to the insides of her shoes to make them last longer. She had a crooked nose and she could never afford to get her hair properly dyed. She laughed to loud and dreamed of little nice things like butter knives and paper doilies and still sighed as if they were worth millions of dollars and therefore were beyond her reach.

"For real life?"

[heygutlcssa]

QUESTION PROMPTS

@soldwrecked ASKED: “ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ” (JACK)

"i want you take that hope chest out in the yard and burn it." She'd just gotten out of the hospital. It had been a rough go around. She'd left the hospital a lot quieter than she had come into it.

She'd been so excited. She'd filled that trunk with tiny crochet and knitted baby clothes. she'd made little quilts out of old jackets and worn cotton shirts. She even painted the room a bright and happy yellow.

A crib was still sitting in the cardboard box it had been delivered in.

"We ain't got a use for it now." she had been to the hospital , but there was no satisfactory solution. the baby was gone before they even got there.

[heygutlcssa]

The Ultimate Relationship Tag

Send ‘✩’ for the following: (RIFF & GRAZI) @aintdumb

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Riff Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Grazie Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Grazie, but Riff is always hot on her heels because that is the literal love of his life. his abandonment issues won't let him lose her, especially after Tony goes to jail. Do either of them get physical? yes, but not with each other. How often do they argue/disagree? 50% of the time, but the makinging up is done and super affectionate by the end of the day at the lastest Who is the first to apologise? they are both stubborn. so while Grazie with say it first, Riff will be showing it first. He doesn't say sorry, he either buys her something nice or fixes what needs fixing.

Sex:

Who is on top? Grazie, though they get creative with their positions because of Riff's back. sitting and standing are preferred. Who is on the bottom? Riff. Though sitting or standing is prefered. Who has the strangest desires? Grazie Any kinks? kind of? Riff is getting better at telling her when he's not comfortable with her suggestions. Who’s dominant in bed? Grazie 85% of the time Is head ever in the equation? yes If so, who is better at performing it? both Ever had sex in public? yes Who moans the most? Grazie Who leaves the most marks? No marks, he fights enough as it is. Sex is a safe space, he freaked out the first time she tried. Who screams the loudest? Grazie Who is the more experienced of the two? both have had about the same amount of partners Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? both, mood dependent Rough or soft? both. How long do they usually last? 10 - 20 minutes Is protection used? its 1957 birth control doesn't become available till 1960 but the catholic church banned all forms of artificial contraception, pill and condom included in 1930. condoms are hard to come by in this time period as well, so no Does it ever get boring? no Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? under an afghan on an easy chair while the rest of the jets were sleeping on the floor and other furniture around them

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? Riff doesn't. But accidents can happen. If so, how many children do your muses want/have? Riff dies before that can be something they discuss Who is the favorite parent? Grazie Riff is deceased. Who is the authoritative parent? Grazie Riff is deceased. if he were alive, Riff Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Grazie Riff is deceased. Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Grazie Riff is deceased. Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Grazie Riff is deceased. Who goes to parent teacher interviews?Grazie Riff is deceased. Who changes the diapers?Grazie Riff is deceased. Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby?Grazie Riff is deceased. if he were alive Grazie would not let him do it. he gets too grumpy when he's tired and therefore it just not safe for their child if he has to be the one to be there in the middle of the night Who spends the most time with the children?Grazie Riff is deceased. with encouragement if he were alive Riff would be preasant, but he's pretty scared about handling them when they are tiny Who packs their lunch boxes? Grazie Riff is deceased. Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Grazie Riff is deceased. though Riff, if he were alive, would not hesitate to answer any questions the kids would have and the answers would not be age appropriate Who cleans up after the kids? Grazie Riff is deceased. Who worries the most? Grazie Riff is deceased. Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?Grazie Riff is deceased. but if he were alive it would be Riff

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? both Who is the little spoon? Grazie Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? both Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Riff How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Who gives the most kisses?If she lets him Riff will stay in a comfortable snuggle position all night long What is their favourite non-sexual activity? dancing Where is their favourite place to cuddle? anywhere that's accessible and safe for them Who is more likely to playfully grope the other?  Riff How often do they get time to themselves? Riff is almost always with his gus, but he also almost always has Grazie with him. Unless he's off with Tony, he's with Grazie and the Jets.

Sleeping:

Who snores? neither If both do, who snores the loudest? N/A Do they share a bed or sleep separately? both, but together is preferred If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Who talks in their sleep? cozy up together. Riff talks in his sleep when he's having bad dreams. Grazie wakes him up What do they wear to bed?If his anxiety is bad Riff will sleep in his jeans and undershirt/tshirt, otherwise underwear. Grazie has cute nighties Are either of your muses insomniacs? Riff is, he's up and down all night and when his back hurts he doesn't sleep Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? no they can't afford them Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Who wakes up with bed hair? yes. Grazie has her pin curls in so her hair is read to be styled for the day. Riff has bed head. Nothing Vaseline can't fix when he wakes up Who wakes up first? Riff Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? they eat on the go What is their favourite sleeping position? Riff can't lay down well because of his back so he sleeps in his armchair. if he's at Grazie's he'll sleep sitting up against the headboard of her bed, but she pulls him down for cuddles and then has to help him up in the morning. Who hogs the sheets? Grazie Do they set an alarm each night? no Can a television be found in their bedroom? they can't afford one Who has nightmares? Riff Who has ridiculous dreams? Neither? Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Grazie Who makes the bed?  Grazie What time is bed time? no time is bedtime Any routines/rituals before bed? Grazie pulls her hair in pin curls and gets herself all pretty, Riff picsk the lock to her place and flops on the bed if he isn't with his guys or does not want to go home. Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? both. they don't talk to each other before coffee and a kiss.

Work:

Who is the busiest? Grazie Who rakes in the highest income? Grazie Are any of your muses unemployed? Riff is, the garage he worked at got torn down and he's too anxious to try and find a new job Who takes the most sick days? neither, they're strapped for cash as it is Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Grazie Who sucks up to their boss? neither What are their jobs? Riff was a mechanic and Grazie works at a bakery Who stresses the most? both Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Riff used to enjoy his job, Are your muses financially stable? no

Home:

Who does the washing? both Who takes out the trash? Riff Who does the ironing? Grazie Who does the cooking? both if you can call it that Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Grazie Who is messier?  Riff has hoarding tendencies so... Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Neither, though Riff is more likely to save the card board roll " just in case" Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Neither. Riff doesn't want to be thought of as dirty. Who forgets to flush the toilet? neither Who is the prankster around the house? Riff does dumb stuff with the guys, but whereever he and her are crashing is a safe space. They don't want it to feel unsafe with practical jokes. Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Who mows the lawn? they don't own a car Who answers the telephone? they don't own a phone Who does the vacuuming? they don't own a vaccum Who does the groceries? grazie Who takes the longest to shower? grazie Who spends the most time in the bathroom? grazie

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? yes How many cars do they own? no Do they own their home or do they rent? rent Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? in the city Do they live in the city or in the country? in the city   Do they enjoy their surroundings? no What’s their song? Love Me - Buddy Holly What do they do when they’re away from each other? crimes Where did they first meet? she was dating his best friend and Tony brought her around How did they first meet? through Tony Who spends the most money when out shopping? Riff is more prone to steal things because he has no money. Grazie is thrifty, though has lots of nice-ish stuff Who’s more likely to flash their assets? neiter Who finds it amusing when the other trips over?Riff would find it funny after he makes sure she's okay and gets all the kisses he can out of the situaion Any mental issues? yes Who’s terrified of bugs? neither Who kills the spiders around the house? both Their favourite place? Doc's drug store Who pays the bills? both Do they have any fears for their future? Riff has no thought for the future. this probably scares Grazie Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? neither they go to a diner if they eat out Who uses up all of the hot water? both because they shower together   Who’s the tallest? Riff Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? riff Who wanders around in their underwear? Grazie and she knows it drives Riff wild Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? both What do they tease each other about? inside jokes, funny comics in the newspaper Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? neither Do they have mutual friends? yes Who crushed first? Riff   Any alcohol or substance related problems? yes Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Who swears the most? Riff

[heygutlcssa]

“ELISABETH DAS MUSICAL” SENTENCE STARTERS

@ycllowhaired​ ASKED:  “ why can’t i come with you? ” (JOHANNA)

" Cause if the nutcase comes back early and sees both a us gone he's gone a hit the fan. " Not that  they hadn't been planning to leave for some time now, trying so desperately to get out of their current circumstances. He knew she wanted to go as badly as he did, but the fact remained, any and all doctors visits were not something they could afford on their own and they certainly couldn't afford a hospital. The baby on the way was the only reason that Riff remained rational enough to think all of this through.

" 'Sides I ain't wantin' you to shimmy down the drain pipe the way you are." He sighed looking between her, that growing bump, and the window. " I can't wait till the next time he decides it's right for us to go out with his guys watchin' over is constantly. If I don't get a smoke I'm gone a bust." He was out and his lack thereof of nicotine certainly was effecting his moods. "I'll be back before you know it. Get my stuff, get us some zingers and a goddamn newspaper."  The ones the judge let him read already had the want ads removed. Actually most of the paper itself was removed.

He was tired of not being in control of his life. Of not being able to look for a decent job and being turned down at every corner. " You and the little bits," the baby, "want anything? I'm good for it-- get you anything you want."

Post

[heygutlcssa]

starters from the 1967 book, THE OUTSIDERS by s.e. hinton

@ycllowhaired​ ASKED: “you shouldn’t be smoking.” (JOHANNA)

“Did the doctor say?” He’d rather have his pipe, but that was up in the loft. One of the other hands had given him the paper and some tobacco a little earlier and he had spent the last five minutes struggling to roll it into a cigarette. Cigarettes were more expensive so he’d never bothered to buy them. His pipe was enough.

“Don’t sleep, don’t smoke? Hell, what am I supposed to do then? I’m fine.” he wasn’t fine. The doctor was coming back in the morning to check on him. Their employer had placed Riff in the parlor in the main house, and per the doctor’s orders had darkened the room having given his diagnosis of a concussion and a few broken ribs. He had called Riff lucky, the breaks felt clean and from what the immediate examination produced, no surgeon was required. If he made it through the night then there would be strict bed rest ordered for at least two weeks to come. Given the storm that led to the accident there was much work to be done. Riff didn’t like to be so idle. He didn’t like that his chest hurt. He didn’t like being stuck in the parlor and wanted nothing more than to go rest in the comfort of their loft. He’d already gotten the lecture by the doctor and his employer about the health and safety concerns regarding climbing the ladder up into the loft. It was best that he stayed put.

“We could just go on home. Lot less nosey people at home. What with all that’s gone on today--” today being an accident that nearly drowned and killed him, “--people will be nothin’ but nosey, i know how you feel about the noses, Jo.” not that he much cared for health and safety concerns. He just wanted to go back to the loft with her.

[heygutlcssa]

Send “💋” to kiss my muse out of nowhere.    

@ycllowhaired​ ASKED:  💋 / to riff!

 “What was that for?” He asked, opening his eyes in some state of surprise. He was the one to vie for kisses and soft moments. Each one one filled in with little “can i’s” and ‘will you’s” because she needed the time. anything less and it would backfire into something of a repressed horror given the free permission to run rampant through those yellow curls. he always tried to be patient. He did try, but he was not always as understanding and she did not always explain.

but that was then and this was now. Under a shade tree in the edge of the field she had kissed him and he could not help but smirk, “ I must be dreamin’ bright eyes. Try that again, let’s see if this is me awake.” Maybe she would let him kiss her back.

[heygutlcssa]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

@ycllowhaired​ ASKED:  “ would you run away with me? ” (JOHANNA)

“Been askin’ you for months, Pidge.” he said quietly, but then everything that lived and died between them was quiet. Even their most violent  and most passionate of feelings were done in silence. 

There had been only one afternoon that he was able to steal her away to the docks. he had promised her the seaside. The docks of London were the best he could do. It had been the best afternoon amid the fog and the stench of fish simply because they could stand on the pier and both scream out into the sea.

He had never been so in love with a sound as he had been when she sounded so strong. if he could give her anything in the world, it would be another afternoon to scream.

“kiss me.” he whispered, the house and its eyes be damned, “ kiss me and let’s go.” He hoped she meant it this time. he hoped she would actually leave.