// faeryshawke & glowyapostate are my favourite people today

"You startle my heart,
it leaps like bread
from a toaster
in a whispering
kitchen aching sweet
with butter
& cinnamon."
Breakthroughs ✮ Amanda Oaks

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Poem-A-Day Challenge / Poem Your Heart Out - 5/30 : Prompt here. (via amanda-oaks)
tagged → #sweet nothings

glowyapostate:

The initial shock of the slap quickly turned into a mischievous smile.

"Partners in crime, eh?" Rick gladly opens the box offering it first to Marian, followed by a slight shrug at her question.

"I’m busy. Most women I meet has just been in an accident or been abused or has a terminal illness… I just don’t think it’s the best time to pick someone up. Also the whole doctor and patient thing is a bit weird to start with. I have a hard time keeping up my relationship with Ser Pounce-A-Lot to start with." he pauses for a second as he steals a look at his driver.

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"But you have less excuses for being single. Or will we meet that someone special tonight?"

"Oooh but think of the fun you’d have sneaking them in and out of the hospital. Like a prison break! We could tie bedsheets together. It would be - dare I say - romantic?" A well timed dreamy sigh. "And then it’s back to intensive care before her wheelchair turns into a pumpkin."

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"Less? Me?" Hawke snorted, putting a bit more oomph into her turn than necessary while gravel snarled beneath her tires. "I spend most of my time hovering five thousand meters above the city. Where am I going to meet a man? In the clouds? Maybe the top of the Flatiron building? Unless I find an actual superhero,” Fingers crossed. "Not a chance."

To punctuate her words, she plunged her hand into the marshmallow bag and drew out a fistload. Someone special indeed. Hawke had sent out one such invite, sure, buffered by a casual ‘bring a friend’ to alleviate any pressure. But: she’d never gotten any response and they’d just turned down the road out of mobile reception.

"The only action I’ll be seeing this weekend is if one of you needs CPR. Again.

The 9th gif in your folder is your muse’s reaction to meeting the mun for the first time.

freckleelf:

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[ ♔ ] meet the puppeteer

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name: Lauren.
height: 5’7”.
eye color: Hazel.
birthday: July 13th.
favorite color: Green.
best school subject(s): Music.
current shirt color
: Turquoise.
day or night: Night.
religion: Joss.
gender: Female
sexual orientation: Straight.
celebrity crush: Aidan Turner.
coffee or tea: Tea.
favorite food: Dumplings.
tagged → #out of pancakes

notes: 
Above all else, this.


current quests:
Shadow | ghost-of-the-spire
Doors to Arrival | queenofthe-easternsea
misc.banter | bluemountainbofur
misc. banter | maidenofnanelmoth
misc. banter | glowyapostate
Untitled | themelteddog
completed quests:
misc. para | queenofthe-easternsea
Sparks Fly | semi-open
Raggle Taggle | apathlikeatrack
Corona, Chantilly Lace | glowyapostate
Sweet Talk | spare-heir
After Hours | pariahnolonger
Untitled | namelesskraken - dropped
wishlist: 
n/a

notes: 

Above all else, this.

current quests:

Shadow | ghost-of-the-spire

Doors to Arrival | queenofthe-easternsea

misc.banter | bluemountainbofur

misc. banter | maidenofnanelmoth

misc. banter | glowyapostate

Untitled | themelteddog

completed quests:

misc. para | queenofthe-easternsea

Sparks Fly | semi-open

Raggle Taggle | apathlikeatrack

Corona, Chantilly Laceglowyapostate

Sweet Talk | spare-heir

After Hours | pariahnolonger

Untitled | namelesskraken - dropped

wishlist: 

n/a

tagged → #codex

20th of Solis, 9:40 Dragon

Rain on the ocean. Marian was sitting, alone, in her favourite part of Isabela’s ship - the crow’s nest (or the Hawke nest as the captain had taken to calling it) - with her head tipped back to catch the deluge. She felt it soak through her too-long hair, racing in splintered rivulets down her throat and past the collar of the borrowed sea coat.

"I suppose you think this is funny," she said, as much to herself as the rumbling clouds. Stretching out a palm, she let the droplets pool between her callouses and crooked fingers; overflowing at intervals. Three years, six, nine, twelve, one.

Thirty-three.

Galecutter lurched over a swell and Hawke grasped the side of the basket for support. Being pitched overboard once had been quite enough thank you very much. Unlike the last time, this was no squall trying to claw the ship apart. Just another rainfall, bouncing against the wool that covered her shoulders. Below somewhere, Nathaniel and Isabela were trying to out-sleight-of-hand eachother at Wicked Grace while Anders…oh, who knew. Probably redrafting his will.

"Missus ‘awke?"

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A pair of gray eyes were peering at her through a tangled, copper fringe. She wasn’t the only one aboard in desperate need of a haircut. “Yes, Cricket?”

"Cap’n says to come down nowsabouts," his grin was pure anticipation. "We’re ‘aving birthday cake!"

Hawke stared at him blankly. They were a week out of port. “Made from what?”

"Some’fink special, she says," he paused to shake the rain from his cap. "Not fish."

"Well, it just so happens ‘not fish’ is my favourite flavour. After chocolate anyway," levering to her feet, she gestured for the boy to lead their descent toward the slickened deck. "If she’s managed to find candles as well we can practice your counting."

//tonight was the right amount of distraction from mashing up dog vitamins. thanks guys.

tagged → #out of pancakes

namelesskraken:

[text BirdBrain] and they call me a nerd

[text BirdBrain] but this is why i like you

[text BirdBrain] you should probably add when and where i need to make the drop

[text BirdBrain] no wait lemme play along

[text BirdBrain] NOT THE SLEEVES ANYTHING BUT THE SLEEVES. IT HAS SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR!!1!111!

[txt: SquidRow] You’ve been called worse. I can attest to that personally.

[txt: SquidRow] Flattery? That’s new.

[txt: SquidRow] oh shit, right: mAC tIr’s PUb. yOU HaVE uNtIL tHe ENd of tHe cAKE BO$$. COM3 aL0Ne.

[txt: SquidRow] You call that begging?

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