#freya speaks

[almostfoxglove]

okay fine, you can have more pedro / pedro character parallels that haunt me

and the crotch adjust™

that's all okay bye

[freya-at-law]

Hey, darlin’

@br00klyn-bucky

Hm?

*she looked up from her papers*

You look oddly familiar for some reason. What brings you here?

[goddessofloveanddeath]

I have arrived!

My brother has been doing nothing but be on this app and ignoring me, so I have taken it upon myself to see what this is all about. No declarations of undying love, please. It's my first day~ <3

[jennifernicolejewelry]

[dirtyshirleyluvr]

dangerously close to falling asleep on my break rn. the lack of sleep over the course of the last month or so is really catching up to me isn’t it

[freyasmagicshop]

Welcome to my Magic Shop 

My name is Freya, and I’m 31 years old. I created this little corner of the internet not just for myself, but for anyone searching for words that feel like home—quotes and poems that shimmer with magic, inspire the weary, ignite hope, and bring gentle healing to the soul.

This Magic Shop is my own humble homage to BTS’ vision: a sanctuary for the heartbroken, a refuge for the lonely, and a soft place to land when the world feels heavy. It is a space woven with love, where you can rest your heart and find solace in the beauty of language.

I hope these words find you when you need them most, offering comfort, strength, and a reminder that you are never alone.

Welcome to the Magic Shop—step inside and stay as long as you like 💫

Looking for something specific? 🔍

for a stormy soul – for emotional or intense poems. for a breezy afternoon – lighthearted, uplifting pieces. for when the sun hides – for sad or introspective content. for a golden hour – for romantic or inspirational poems. for the winds of change – for motivational or transformative quotes. for a heart on fire – for passionate or fiery poems. for a tender heart – for gentle, comforting pieces. for a cracked soul – for sad or melancholy works. for when you need a lift – cheerful and motivational content. for the dreamers – whimsical or imaginative quotes. for the midnight thinker – reflective or deep poems for late-night musings. for a slow morning – soothing or optimistic pieces. for when the clock stands still – timeless or profound works. for the start of something new – inspirational and fresh-beginnings vibes. for when the flowers bloom – happy and optimistic works. for falling leaves and old dreams – nostalgic or autumnal pieces. for fields of wildflowers – carefree, happy works. for when roots run deep – thoughtful or grounding pieces. for rivers that never rest – poems about change or persistence. for when the stars whisper – celestial or dreamy works. for a forest of feelings – deep and complex emotional content. for the hopeless romantics – romantic quotes and poems. for chasing rainbows – motivational or hopeful works. for the hours that don’t exist – dreamy or surreal pieces. for when the moon listens – intimate or emotional reflections. for galaxies within – deep and introspective works. for a comet passing by – fleeting, bittersweet moments. for a shooting star’s wish – hopeful or yearning poems. for hearts stitched together – healing and emotional content. for bittersweet melodies – nostalgic or wistful works. for clouds with silver linings – hopeful but slightly sad pieces. for a soul in bloom – transformative or personal growth works. for tears and triumphs – pieces about struggle and perseverance. for when hope feels heavy – comforting but realistic poems. for handwritten letters – sentimental or old-fashioned poems. for hearts full of fireflies – hopeful and childlike wonder. for main character moments – empowering or self-focused works. for when you need to roar – bold and empowering pieces. for picking up the pieces – healing or rebuilding vibes. for standing in the sun – proud and radiant works. for battles worth fighting – motivational or brave poems.

I hope you enjoy your time in the Magic Shop 💜

[the-life-we-fear]

Starter Call

Character: Freya

[almostfoxglove]

ARRAN DON'T PLAY W MY HEART LIKE THIS I AM THE BIGGEST EYES EMOJI @ YOU RN

Yuko Shimizu.

[almostfoxglove]

I wish you would bless us by writing a lil drabble about Javi

You two dated but you got sent back to the states and he had to stay in Columbia. You go back after a year and pick up where you left off and it's sweet and lovely because so much happened to him in that year

✉️ I wish you would write...

HI HONEY BEE omg. okay. listen. you know how I feel about javi & angst but also javi & love so HEAR ME OUT HERE OKAY, JUST STICK WITH ME. I'm gonna have to pop this under a cut because I've never once in my life been concise.

let's say you're the same girl javier falls for first,

and you used to work at the us embassy, one floor below his desk. spent your days with your head down and no small number of nights waiting up after javier called, telling you he was on his way. you only ever got twenty minutes warning, tops. often less. sometimes you wondered if he'd called you from the car, like he'd taken off toward you apartment before remembering to tell you he was coming.

for a year, you fucked on and off as his job or interest allowed. for you it was the perfect, pressure-free release. for javier, it was torture. having you like that, taking you apart as you unraveled him, always plagued by this nag at the base of his skull, greedy and vicious, that wanted more. he thought you'd eventually ask him to stay the night, or ask him for coffee, breakfast, anything, but you never did.

then your dad got sick. or your mom? he doesn't know. all he knows is that one day he goes into work and on his casual, totally unrelated but necessary loop past your cubicle, you are gone. desk cleared off. that little photo frame of you and another girl—your sister, he always guessed—vanished. your coworker, when they catch him staring, says you had to leave. that someone is dying back home and you went back to be with them while you could.

he nods, maybe grunts, and is gone, a cigarette already lighting itself in the cup of his hand. swallowing the bitter scorn he briefly feels rising in his throat that you didn't tell him shit. didn't even bother to say goodbye.

because you didn't have to, he thinks. he sure as hell hasn't told you shit about his life back in the states. so why the fuck should he care? why does he?

he doesn't have any way to contact you, but javier knows himself. he wouldn't call even if he did.

a year later, you return to colombia and cross the concrete slab outside the embassy. in your absence, escobar has died and the cali cartel has risen like cerberus in his place. you steel yourself as you approach the pewter steps, hoping you might slip back into the routine of the job you left behind without any fanfare. you don't want to explain your absence—you want to pretend it never happened. you just want to do your job.

but javier is smoking on the steps, and he sees you coming. and though neither of you ever really acknowledged each other at work in all the time you slept together—not even passing hellos—you watch in mild horror as he drops the cigarette from his hand, crushes it under his polished shoe, and stomps down the steps in your direction.

he looks different. you've never seen him in a tie, let alone a whole suit. your steps slow as his legs scissor the distance, crossing the courtyard as if nothing at all exists beyond the two of you. your frown doesn't phase him, your halting. nor the half-baked "what the hell are you—" that you get out before he's made it to you and yanks you against his chest.

he reeks of smoke and nerves. the only time you've felt the iron-grip of his embrace this tight is during particularly vigorous fucks, and they always, always unlatched the moment you were both done.

and yet javier is hugging you, tightly. out here in the open, with other people milling about, sometimes turning their heads to catch a sidelong glance at the man who mumbles into your hair, "m'sorry" with a strange awe in their eyes, like he's some kind of celebrity.

his voice, though, carries none of that vanity. he sounds throttled, ruined, wrecked. it is the shock, you think, that has you allowing this display. that has your arms cautiously, loosely wrapping around his waist, too stunned to process anything but a single question: what the hell happened to him.

you don't know what he's apologizing for. you don't know what strange, alternate dimension you've found yourself in. "javi—" you whisper eventually, arms slacking as if to pull away, but javier's grip only crunches tighter around your frame.

you aren't sure why your heart skips over itself.

you aren't sure why a little part of you, dazed as it might be, likes that he won't let go.

"hermosa," he mumbles, his breath hot in your hair. "m'sorry."

[freya-at-law]

*she set the files she had in her bag into a file cabinet she unlocked. She locked it back up, then locked up her office.*

*she then proceeded to walk down a couple of blocks to her normal bar for a drink.*

Hvorfor måtte jeg like en så dum mann?

*she uttered under her breath*

*as she went to go sit at the bar to order a pint of the cheepest beer*

[almostfoxglove]

@chronically-ghosted TAYLOR I STG I'LL CRY TEARS OF LOVE ALL OVER YOU!! this is so kind ahsfkjkaj I am so so glad to have met you (and to freak the fuck out over our man max any day of the week) thank you so much for this :,) I LOVE YOU SM PAL. I HOPE YOU GOT/GET SHOWERED WITH ALL THE LOVE!! <3 <3 <3

t: @almostfoxglove

first of all, let me say i am so glad to find another max phillips freak on here - i need MOAR! secondly, i am so glad i've found another max phillips freak who is a FANTASTIC writer. i get so excited to see when you post something new (max phillips or otherwise) and then screaming about it with you makes it even better. you are incredible, inside and out, and i hope you get all the love you deserve this weekend! (which is like ALL of the love)

You've got mail, @almostfoxglove !!!

Happy Pedro Hours

[nitanael]

FREYA 🤍

GET YOUR TIKETS! GO AND WATCH THIS MOVIE!

[linovadraws]

In my excitement for A Power Unbound, I've been relistening to A Restless Truth and remembering how much I love this book, ahhhhhh.

A Maud and Violet to match my Robin and Edwin drawing :)

[plushieprotectionsquad]

The gang goes to college! I'm really happy with how these photos turned out, except for the portrait mode being weird in Bean's photo lol

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

definitely not what was going on in this scene, but he fumbled her so bad.

[the-life-we-fear]

Riley Keough as Daisy (Daisy Jones & the Six)