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𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄 , 𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖 ． ． ．

a 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 not on what it means to overcome & rise above , but the importance of maintaining to avoid succumbing . a focused view on what it means to be both the 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 object & the unstoppable 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 . a testament of courage under fire ; even if the fire burns like dying 𝐒 𝐓 𝐀 𝐑 𝐒 .

． ． ． 𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑛 𝑒 𝑣 𝑒 𝑟 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 .

[ 𝑎 ʟᴀʟᴀᴍᴏᴏɴ 𝑝 𝑟 𝑜 𝑑 𝑢 𝑐 𝑡 𝑖 𝑜 𝑛 ]

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆

i’m 30+ , she/her & this is a semi-selective role play blog for layla el fauoly of marvel’s moon knight. with layla’s debut to the comics last summer her content could be subject to change as i decide on what i wish to keep and/or incorporate in my own way. i do pull heavily from 616 and find ways to weave layla into the existing canon. while looking to the show for pieces of her history and lore.

all my rules can by found in my pinned post !

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❝ 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 - 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃

L U N A T I C , cratered with a ɢᴏᴅ’s ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀᴘʀɪɴᴛs . the deep structures of my mind have been irreversibly changed by communion with an ultraterrestrial intelligence . this is my 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑. this is my temple . but i take my weakneꜱꜱeꜱ && turn them to my advantage . i take my ꜱcarꜱ && make of them my 𝑤 𝑒 𝑎 𝑝 𝑜 𝑛 𝑠 . ❞

． ． ． ． ． 𝑆 𝐸 𝐿 𝐴 𝐻

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Assorted Dune starters

A collection of sentence starters from across the series of Dune novels (that I’ve read up to this point).

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I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration.

I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn my inner eye to see its path.

Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

Greatness is a transitory experience. It is never consistent.

The person who experiences greatness must first have a feeling for the myth he is in.

This is what uncouples him from belief in his own pretensions. The sardonic is all that permits him to move within himself. Without this quality, even occasional greatness will destroy a man.

Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.

How would you like to live billions of lives? Think of all those experiences, the wisdom they’d bring!

But wisdom tempers love, doesn’t it? And it puts a new shape on hate.

How can you tell what’s ruthless unless you’ve plumbed the depths of both cruelty and kindness?

Religion must remain an outlet for people who say to themselves, ‘I am not the kind of person I want to be.’ It must never sink into an assemblage of the self-satisfied.

There are some things no one can bear.

I meddled in all the possible futures I could create until, finally, they created me.

There are some problems in this universe for which there are no answers. Nothing. Nothing can be done.

There might be a certain fastidiousness to dying without a trace – no remains, nothing, and an entire planet for a tomb.

Power attracts the psychotics. Always. That’s what we must avoid within ourselves.

What would it be like to live a life where you knew all the things that could go wrong?

I can think of nothing more poisonous than to rot in the stink of your own reflections.

The difference between a good officer and a poor one is strength of character and about five heartbeats. He has to stick by his principles whenever they’re challenged.

It is wise to have decisions of great moment monitored by generalists. Experts and specialists lead you quickly into chaos.

The expert looks backwards; he looks into the narrow standards of his own specialty. The generalist looks outward; he looks for living principles, knowing full well that such principles change, that they develop.

You must look at it with as few preconceptions as possible, asking yourself: “Now what is this thing doing?”

Abandon certainty! That’s life’s deepest command. That’s what life’s all about.

We’re a probe into the unknown, into the uncertain.

If certainty is knowing absolutely an absolute future, then that’s only death disguised!

To exist is to stand out, away from the background.

You aren’t thinking or really existing unless you’re willing to risk even your own sanity in the judgment of your existence.

In doing good, avoid notoriety; in doing evil, avoid self-awareness.

Men must want to do things out of their own innermost drives.

People, not commercial organizations or chains of command, are what make great civilizations work.

I do not have to be what my father was. I do not have to obey my father’s rules or even believe in everything he believed.

It is my strength as a human that I can make my own choices of what to believe and what not to believe, of what to be and what not to be.

Odd how she can capitalize words only with her voice.

Power bases are very dangerous because they attract people who are truly insane, people who seek power only for the sake of power.

I distrust the extremes.

If patterns teach me anything it’s that patterns are repeated.

My oppressions, by and large, are no worse than any of the others and, at least, I teach a new lesson.

Most people are not creatures of reason.

Peace encourages aggression.

If there is no enemy, one must be invented.

They want chaos. War is the most readily available form of chaos.

I dissipate energies in one place and point them toward another place.

What you cannot control, you harness.

You have the makings of a saint.

Do you understand how painful it can be to find a saint in the wrong place and the wrong time?

People have to be prepared for saints. Otherwise, they simply become followers, supplicants, beggars, and weakened sycophants forever in the shadow of the saint. People are destroyed by this because it nurtures only weakness.

Never attempt to reason with people who know they are right!

“Make no heroes,” my father said.

The fools merely fail to assess the coin in which they must inevitably pay.

Too long a parasite and you cannot exist without a host.

Most civilization is based on cowardice. It’s so easy to civilize by teaching cowardice.

I despair of teaching you other ways. You have square thoughts which resist circles.

Life cannot find reasons to sustain it, it cannot be a source of decent mutual regard, unless each of us resolves to breathe such qualities into it.

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𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙼𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙴𝙻 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙷𝙰𝙼

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴍᴜᴛɪɴᴇᴇʀ ᴏꜰ sᴛᴀʀꜰʟᴇᴇᴛ

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑶𝑫𝒀𝑬𝑺𝑺𝒀 𝑜𝑓 𝑴𝑰𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑳 𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑯𝑨𝑴 - 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑒𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 & 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠𝑜𝑑𝑦；𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑠．

．．．𝑙𝑒𝑡’𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑦

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－ 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘥； 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥． 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘥； 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 – 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 – 𝘚𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸．

HER BROTHER HAD LOOKED HOLLOWED OUT.

𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵； 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯， 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 – 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦．

𝘚𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵， 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 – 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 ． ． ．

𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥， 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥； 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦， 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘹 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 –

- AND OVER.

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵； 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦．

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ɪɴᴅɪᴇ . ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ . sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ . ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀ/ᴏᴄ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ . ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ+

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SICK 🔪

PART ONE.

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Because the All or Nothing approach to every issue is not the humanitarian approach some of y’all out there seem to think. Lumping an entire group of people, who exist the world over, and saying they’re evil or bad lacks any kind of global or anthropological thinking. You’re equating Zionism with something like fascism, and that’s incorrect. There are fascist Zionists, yes. Just like there are good and bad in ANY person group, but not all Zionists are fascist. In fact, considering the entire global population, most are not.

Additionally these monolithic labels distract from the nuance of how actual evil seeps in. The way that it opens the door for actual antisemites and islamophobes to slip in on either side. This isn’t just some topic to wave a purity flag around so you can punch down on people in fucking roleplay on goddamn tumblr dot com

Think about what you type before you post it How it’s said. Yes it is “your blog” - but it is EVERYONE’S space as a whole community. People will have to see it, those words bleed into a culture of thought. Don’t gaslight the behavior behind just “airing out opinions, in your blog” then it needs to be tagged appropriately. Talk about it with friends in a space that belongs exclusively the group (like a discord server) but stop pretending this has nothing to do with social clout when it is being presented on a social platform where anyone could see it who happened to stumble that way. Especially when these posts aren’t even tagged appropriately.

So if you can’t settle yourself with critical thinking and thoughtfulness before you go screaming into the wild blue beyond of the internet - then yes, please, you gotta get tf off my blog. Truly. I don’t think you’re a bad person, but if you’re that opposed to being aware and conscientious of the entire scope of what you’re saying - then we just aren’t compatible in anyway, and I’m sure you’ll agree.

listen y'all i'm never here but i've seen two posts on the topic today and i can't just not say anything so:

being zionist does not equal being racist or islamaphobic

as a person who attends a seminary and is training with rabbis-to-be who identify across the spectrum of zionism and anti-zionism and who has been deeply DEEPLY struggling since oct 7 with a lot of learning and unlearning it makes me sad and angry to see posts from people who "don't want to interact with people who identify as zionist".

every zionist I know does not condone the actions of the government of israel. at the same time -- millenials and gen z with a relationship to israel palestine have ONLY know netenyahu as a leader except for like...a year. before oct 7, almost all of my friends in israel were constantly attending anti-government rallies. and after? even though they'd all finished their service months or years before, many of them got sent right back in. they didn't have a choice.

many zionists I know have attended ceasefire rallys and care deeply for the humans who are affected by this war on all sides. you can be anti-occupation and still be zionist. none of these things exist separately from each other.

i'm not out here to try to change your mind, but i will ask you to consider the implications when using a term that has long LONG been associated with judaism (many israelis still today use zionism to describe their relationship to either their home or to judaism in general) as a term you're calling racist. it's antisemitic.

my school friends hear me say a lot that i wish we focused on "ahavat amo yisrael" or "love of the people of israel palestine". my heart broke october 7 for a lot of reasons, and all of them have to do with the people who's lives have been lost of who have lost friends and family on both sides.

this war didn't start in 2023, and it certainly isn't ending in 2024. this is a decades long struggle that started when the allied forces decided to give the land that was palestine to the jewish people as a state. it isn't ok that a group of people was given land that belonged to another group of people. but that fact has nothing to do with the actual people involved.

i am more than happy to have a conversation where we listen to each other about our views. i will not engage in a conversation where the purpose is to try to convince me to change my mind. it's really ok if you see this and you need to hardblock or softblock me. this is all coming from a place of love for me because i know so many people who are in pain when people reblog things or say things that equate zionism to being a bad or evil person. we're all tired.

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𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒, 𝐁𝐘 & 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄, 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑��𝐂𝐓 to say that unhappiness in her company was hard to come by; and in point of fact found himself trying to force a more serious look when they were in proximity, if only not to suggest something untoward to the crew. It might not have been the thought to cross anyone’s mind, but there was something terribly old about James in that way – it was less for the whispers he thought might circulate about him, and more what he thought some might think of her.

A finger, threading through hers, unapologetic in the way he sought to hold Christine’s whole hand under the cloak of the lab table; warm in his palm, small - reminding James of holding a small bird. It also heightened his awareness to the boundaries of his own strength.

James trailed a thumb over the interior of her wrist; causing him to summon the steel of all his will to not let the free falling joy this small exchange incited him to reflect on his face.

It was, in absolute, a communion with Starlight.

The way Christine spoke settled so warmly in his thoughts, it created a fog in which he lost the thread of their conversation and was left only thinking about his own morale. Thinking how much it could be lifted if only he could lean forward to kiss her, just the once. Just for now.

But that was not their luck at the moment, it was rarely their luck.

Their luck was better defined by clever schedule changes, pockets of time that should have been better spent professionally, but they simply made up for lost time with double the effort. James would have bet everything he believed in that Joseph knew or at least suspected. Though James has considered that M’Benga has suspected something or anything, between him and Joseph’s head nurse dating all the way back to when they were stationed on J’Gal.

General Dak’Rah was due to come aboard the Enterprise in less than a month. A subject they all very pointedly did not bring up to each other or at least the ones who were more intimately affected by J’Gal, the Klingons, their war.

James let go of a hundred year old sigh where he saw Starlight’s smile waiting - as true and as brilliant as the cosmos themselves.

“ 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆, ” he began, not nearly as dry as he wanted it to sound, “ . . . 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑’𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝑷𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂’𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚. ” Leaning a heavy arm on the counter, blocking the onlookers behind him, his voice lowering, “ – 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡; 𝑶’ 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒚𝒔, 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒔. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆, ” he said this with subtle and quiet dramatics, with that clever hyperbole mingled with earnest feeling he had turned into a conversational art – noticeable to only those he loves.

So, as it were, noticeable only to – the Starlight above his head.

𝚃𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

@nursc

The unhappiest guy on the ship is in charge of morale.

❛⠀⠀you are not the unhappiest guy on the ship.⠀ ❜⠀ a pregnant pause as she pretends to consider.⠀ ❛⠀⠀well. the one with the meanest scowl. and definitely the one with the grumpiest attitude when it comes to physicals.⠀ ❜⠀ fingers skim his hand under the table, conscious there are other people in the science lab. ⠀ ⠀❛⠀⠀but you’re hanging out with me. ergo, you can’t be unhappy.⠀ ❜

it is as simple as that. she won't allow him to be grumpy. even if this means fighting demons, his included, bucky is expressly forbidden from becoming the unhappiest guy on the ship.

❛⠀⠀but, come on. i’m curious. what’s the first step in your plan to boost crew morale? a sing-along? dance contest? ⠀ ❜ ⠀ eyebrows lift as she leans closer, voice dropping to a mock whisper. ⠀ ❛⠀⠀a one man production of camelot? ⠀ ❜

the newsroom, election night, part i, sentence starter meme

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Reblog if it's okay to invade your ask box.

Always

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reposting because my whole heart

Advent Day XVI ~ All is Calm, All is Bright @whtwclf

Sometimes Beth worries that she asks or maybe expects too much from James. With his hands he built this house back up. It had belonged to his parents, of that she is sure and from his day those decades ago it might likely have belonged to his grandparents, too. in a way it's funny that once more multiple generations are living under the same roof again. He'd tell her if she said so aloud that he enjoys working with his hands. That it gives him a sense of peace using them to create rather than destroy. She notices the more he putters around, sometimes muttering to himself, sometimes making plans with her, the less frequent the nightmares are. She doubts they will ever go away completely but the length of time between them is a hopeful thing. Even the rocking chair that she's in was one he made for her. Without drawing strength from the earth Beth can't really lift or move it on her own, but everything about it describes it's maker. It is white oak, heavy and sturdy and will support her weight for years. It will hold more than that. Much more. It's stained a beautiful deep cherry-wood colour. Hides the occasional smudge of blood, spit-up, chocolate. She had no idea he was going to make it for her but she loves it just as much now as she did when he gave it to her. James goes out Yorktown Heights to cut down their own Douglas or Fraser, and makes sure to wrap the stump carefully. He drives upstate with her to set it free in the wild, and appreciates how she uses her mana to replant the tree to keep it alive. He doesn't make fun of her for preserving nature. He also brings home cider and doughnuts from the fruit and fir farm. She grows the ivy and shapes the pine bough that becomes their door wreath but James isn't one for trying to short out the city power grid by illuminating the entire eastern seaboard with decorations. She loves to listen when he mindlessly croons snippets of carols he recognises. Presents under the tree are always a delight; chemistry and Erector sets to encourage expansion of the mind, art supplies or music to encourage the arts. Whatever little thing that gets ever so sweetly asked for. Never a weapon, never ultra-violent video games. Books and clothes. Not just at home, either. James has been a Secret Santa for local hospitals, shelters. Boxes of food too. Blankets that Beth knits during those long hours of insomnia throughout the year. Scarves and shoes, gloves and hats. No one in the neighbourhood goes without. Wrapping paper and ribbons are saved when they can be for reuse later and he always apologises after the fact. She dotes on him affectionately and reminds him he's being environmentally aware. She rather likes the way he drawls his hatred of single use plastics.

Right now though, making sure the hand-made stocking are not only hung but filled and relying on him to make sure all the presents are wrapped and waiting under the tree. It's amazing how quiet he can be when he needs to sneak around. He knows which boards will creak, and he knows exactly what distance there is between every stick of furniture they have. He doesn't wake Mia who had insisted on waiting up all night for Santa, and who was asleep by nine pm. He tucks her in. Then he makes the trek upstairs. She glances over at him as he takes up the space of the door frame. Their eyes meet in the dim light coming in from the hallway and the little lamp that throws a galaxy of constellations onto the ceiling. "Heya, doll." "Hi-hi." Those two things are the softest of whispers between them, his darker tone wrapping around her like an embrace. He carefully saunters over to her and holds a sprig of mistletoe over her head. She tilts her chin up and offers him the kiss he claims. "Trade you," he says. Beth thinks about it for a moment but then nods. He waits patiently for her to unlatch Andy's mouth. Their infant son wasn't exactly nursing in any serious fashion but hadn't let her go just yet. He tucks the mistletoe behind her ear then scoops the baby from her arms. Once she's sure he's got a good hold, she shakes out her arms and covers herself up with her robe. James carries Andy to his crib ~also hand made first for Mia and now for her brother~ and settles him in it, before tucking him in with the same care and love as he had the boy's sister. Beth comes up beside him and ducks under his arm, the metal cool on her neck, her shoulders. "I know you could stand here all night, Mistah Barnes," she murmurs, watching him in profile. "But Christmas gonna come real early an' dere won' be more sleep until midnight."

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exploring strange new worlds...

montgomery from star trek - mixed media influence and 21+. told by olivia | sideblog

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A man on a mission, changing the vision, I was never welcome here. ©

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"If I disappear, will you look for me?"

It was hardly his fault that being a super soldier allotted him the privilege of a higher operating gut culture or simply put — he wasn’t being eviscerated by food poisoning the way Sharon was. James did feel a pang of misery on her behalf; their hands brushing intentionally as she ghosted by him.

“ 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒆, 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉. ”

She hadn’t even stopped to look at him before the words were out of her mouth;

“𝐼𝑓 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟， 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒 ？”

James looked her up and down, then with a cavalier shrug threw back — “ 𝒎𝒂’𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒖𝒈𝒉 — 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒉. 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝑰 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.”

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what is your muse's ideal first date?

“ A steak dinner - prepared by me - that’s followed with two hours of rigorous love making. Bed by nine - thirty. ”

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romance & relationship headcanons!

i know this topic is a bit overdone, but i wanted to make a more sfw romance & relationship headcanon meme! most if not all of these questions are related to romance and topics that may arise within romantic relationships, but without explicit nsfw topics!

1. what is your muse's sexual/romantic orientation? 2. has your muse been mainly attracted to masculinity, femininity, androgyny, or an even split (between two, many, or all of the options specified)? 3. has your muse been mainly attracted to men, women, non-binary people, another identity not specified, or an even split (between two, many, or all of the options specified)? 4. does your muse find any specific features particularly attractive? 5. what is your muse's ideal first date? 6. would your muse kiss on the first date? 7. where is your muse most sensitive? 8. is your muse a good kisser? are they experienced or inexperienced? 9. is your muse monogamous or polyamorous? would they be interested in a polyamorous relationship? 10. has your muse ever been cheated on? would they ever cheat on their partner(s)? 11. how comfortable is your muse with their appearance and their body? 12. does your muse get flustered easily? how would they typically react to compliments from someone they are interested in/dating? 13. what traits does your muse value in a romantic partner? 14. what traits does your muse want to avoid when it comes to choosing a romantic partner? 15. how does your muse feel about valentine's day? 16. what is/are your muse's love language(s)? 17. what are some of the signs that your muse shows their care/love without saying they love/care about their partner? 18. how does your muse feel about marriage? would they ever want to get married? 19. how many serious relationships has your muse been in? are they experienced or inexperienced when it comes to dating? 20. how does your muse feel about public displays of affection? would they engage in them? 21. is your muse more flirtatious or shy, or does it depend on the context? 22. does your muse tend to take on a more dominant or submissive role in the relationship, or does it vary based on circumstance? 23. would your muse be good at recognizing their partner's needs right away, or would it take some time? 24. is your muse proactive in communication with their partner(s), or is this something they need to work on? 25. does love and romance mean a lot to your muse? do they seek it constantly or let it come when it does? 26. is your muse more likely to be loud and proud about being in a relationship, or are they more quiet about it at first and open up about it over time? 27. is your muse more confident or shy when it comes to approaching someone they like? 28. would it bother your muse if they had differing interests from their partner(s), or would they delight in it? 29. how important is having (a) physically attractive partner(s) to your muse? 30. would your muse ever be in an open/non-exclusive relationship? would it make them insecure, or would they be open to trying it? 31. does your muse develop crushes easily? would they be open about it to a friend or keep it to themselves? 32. does your muse have an ideal "type"?

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𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 (a collection of prompts inspired by quotes saved on my Pinterest boards. Some have romantic undertones, but not all of them. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary) 

"We won't forget about each other, right?"

"I broke my rules for you."

"I'm scared as hell to want you, but here I am, wanting you anyway."

"Why should I apologize for the monster I've become? No one ever apologized for making me this way."

"I am the monster you created."

"You attack one of us you attack all of us."

"History is written by the victors."

"I was born to make history."

"We're just kids. We aren't supposed to be heroes."

"'Beautiful' is a lazy and lousy way to describe me."

"I will be brutal."

"I want so badly to protect you from the world, because I know all too well how bad it can be."

"You see the best in people."

"Power belongs to those who take it."

"If you don't terrify people a little bit then what's the point."

"Where you go, I go."

"We could be the greatest team that the world has ever seen."

"Together or not at all."

"Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out."

"You frustrate me incredibly."

"If I disappear, will you look for me?"

"Do you think I care about anything but you?"

"Come on, dance with me. The Earth is spinning, we can't just stand on it."

"Enemies make the best lovers."

"A knife? Are you flirting with me?"

"I almost had you, didn't I?"

"I trusted you."

"In my defense, I was left unsupervised."

"Broken people understand broken people."

"If you don't want a sarcastic answer, don't ask a stupid question."

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𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒．

𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑖𝑡． 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡．