#meme: book.

[jannwrites]

book meme : A MONSTER CALLS by PATRICK NESS.

a selection of lines from the novel a monster calls. modified slightly for rp purposes.

what happened in the nightmare is something no one else ever needs to know.

don't be stupid. you're too old for monsters.

shout all you want. i've seen worse.

you really aren't afraid, are you?

i'm sorry i wasn't up.

was that you i heard last night?

i thought i was dreaming but i could have sworn i heard your voice.

there's the smile i love.

i wish you didn't have to be quite so good.

don't think you haven't lived long enough to have a story to tell.

why did you butt in when it was none of your business?

i'm kind of used to it by now.

open up. i want to talk to you.

it is not what i want from you. it is what you want from me.

i am everything untamed and untameable.

i am this wild earth, come for you.

stories are the wildest things of all. stories chase and bite and hunt.

you know that your truth, the one that you hide, is the thing you are most afraid of.

we need to talk about what's going to happen.

nothing i do seems to make you frightened of me.

you thought i might have come to topple your enemies. slay your dragons.

you would not say that if you heard the screams of a man killed by a spear. or his cries of terror as he was torn to pieces by wolves.

i know injustice when i see it.

sometimes people need to lie to themselves most of all.

how long are you here for?

i'll come back, though.

i'm fine on my own.

you would give up everything you believed in?

that's quite a mess you made.

i know i must look a fright.

this is a talk, isn't it? everybody always wants to have a talk lately.

stories don't always have happy endings.

you still do not know why you called me, do you?

stories are important. they can be more important than anything. if they carry the truth.

i no longer see you.

there once was an invisible man who had grown tired of being unseen.

it was not that he was actually invisible. it was that people had become used to not seeing him.

if no one sees you, are you really there at all?

i will make them see me.

you think i'm ever going to be afraid of you?

what secrets do you hide that are so terrible?

there are harder things than being invisible.

i've never been more sorry about anything in my life.

i think, deep in your heart, you've always known. haven't you?

it's okay that you're angry.

i'm pretty angry myself.

i know everything you needed to tell me without you having to say it out loud.

i wish i had a hundred years. a hundred years i could give to you.

i did not come to heal them. i came to heal you.

it will kill you if you do not. you must say it.

a part of you wished it would just end. even if it meant losing them.

you were merely wishing for the end of pain. your own pain.

it is the most human wish of all.

you do not write your life with words. you write it with actions.

[daily-spooky]

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[homosexualfairy]

[gettingnutsfromsquirrels]

[catchymemes]

[poetryforall]

-Rumi

[typhlonectes]

[several-breathing-eyes]

I've always wondered why the Romans think demigods all of a sudden started getting claimed? They couldn't know about Percy's deal with Olympus, so what do they think happened?

The gods were probably like "as a reward for fighting in the war we will now claim you all!"

The Romans were probably pretty proud of that.

Then like a year later this conversation happens:

Annabeth: and then after Percy made the gods promise to claim all their children-

Jason: THAT WAS YOU?!

Percy: yeah. Why did you think the god suddenly started claiming everybody?

[jannwrites]

book meme : WHAT MOVES THE DEAD by T. KINGFISHER.

a selection of lines from the novel what moves the dead. modified slightly for rp purposes.

i'm delighted by obscure passions, no matter how unusual.

it's cold and poor and if you don't die from falling in a hole or starving to death, a wolf eats you.

god, but it was a depressing scene.

i am, for the most part, not an imaginative soul.

he was the gentlest of souls, though he did collect rather odd things.

i swear to you, if i had not heard his voice, i would not have recognized him.

you look like you've been dragged arse-first through hell.

you have grown into an outrageous liar.

in some ways, it's rather refreshing to be treated in the same way as a fungus.

i will tell you, this is a recent dissolution.

i think it might be enough to make anyone ill.

i do not know how to deal with this sort of death, the one that comes slow and inevitable and does not let go.

death that simply comes and settles is not a thing i have any experience with.

i knew most of them would die anyway, but if they died in front of me, it felt worse.

we were friends once. i hope we still are.

i hear things now. everything. my own heartbeat. other people's breathing sounds like thunder.

sometimes i fancy i can hear the worms in the rafters.

but this place has made me afraid.

you don't pull punches in the morning, do you?

what sins could you possibly have?

you know i'm not a superstitious soul but i swear there's something wicked here.

they say mushrooms spring up where the devil walks and where the fairies dance.

perhaps they believe that the fungus is part of them.

it's in god's hands, not mine. perhaps not even his.

are you a witch, then?

don't listen to him. the dead carry lanterns down in the deep.

this place breeds nightmares.

he complains of nightmares. says the walls breathe them out.

i begin to think that this place has killed all of us, in its time.

most of us go to the devil without him having to personally oversee things.

the dead don't walk. you of all people know that.

really, what good would it do? have you not seen enough bodies in your time? maybe it helps other people, but it's just one more face to haunt your dreams.

headache is always preferable to heartache.

perhaps this miserable place has weighed down my spirit and left me vulnerable.

they don't fear ghosts where you come from?

i don't believe the dead actually care about those things.

[name], i have come to think of you as a sensible person, but there is something quite unsavory about all this.

you don't believe in possession, of course.

the dead may walk but i will not walk among them.

this thing, whatever it is, it's what's killing you. devouring you alive.

i've been dead for at least a month.

i could never help anything that killed you.

i know exactly where i would place the match.

[daily-spooky]

[sleepy-bebby]

Top left clockwise: Keith groover, Jordan Simons, Bret Crow, Harry Hansen

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[exyzedd]

i mean really he be stirring up a storm and will act like it's one of those bottle tornadoes