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tetramother:

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     “You know, in all honesty it’s still surprising how there’s so little known about the universe around you; there’s even little known about the ocean itself, & that’s more easily accessible than the stars!”

She doesn’t quite mean to rant to someone unknown, though it’s a rather common occurrence for her whenever someone tends to visit the astrology tower - either there was some university student that mistook a constellation for another, or some strange person who thought stars were little spaceships painting the sky (Yes, one of THOSE)

     “Sorry, I didn’t mean to - was there something you needed ? “

    Shadow’s eyebrows raise in slight amusement at the statement, though he certainly can’t disagree with it. He listens to the woman speak, more than happy to listen to her. He doesn’t know much–– Shadow is mostly traveling to travel. He sees and absorbs, but he doesn’t always know. There’s a certain relief in not knowing.

His mind wanders back to Chicago, the roof with Zorya Polunochnyaya. There are mysteries in the stars. Countless ones, he imagines. He perks up when she cuts herself off.

    “Oh, no. Don’t worry. I’m just... observing, I guess. I’m happy to listen, if you’d like to, uh... talk. About the stars, I mean.”

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mistressnorth:

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        “You have met Zorya Polunochnaya, haven’t you? I find the whole moon plucking business very uncomfortable.” She knew when she was doing it. How could she not? Of course, she didn’t really pluck the moon from the sky, but yet… “You haven’t lost it, right?”

      Shadow nodded slowly, letting out a quiet chuckle despite himself. “Yeah, uh... It’s weird. But, uh... I’ve seen worse, if I’m bein’ honest.” He can feel the weight of the silver coin in his pocket. “No, I... I haven’t.” He pauses, wondering if he should ask the question. Curiosity gets the better of him. “How do you know her?”

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heartmeasured:

        ‘ life ain’t always a dance on roses, shadow. you of all people should know. ’ a smug gleam appeared in his eye while lips curled into a sly smile.  so many questions, so little time. ‘ it WILL, sooner or later. ’

     shadow let out a huff of breath and shook his head. ‘ no, no. of course not. don’t know why i asked. ’ he looked up at wednesday, hands resting on his hips, eyes bright with frustration. ‘ am i REALLY more useful to you completely in the dark? because the way i see it, you’re just leaving more opportunities for me to get fucked and fuck up.  ’

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prophetgrieved:

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         ❝       looking  for  another  gig ?     ❞      @shadow moon!!!

shadow looks up, eyebrows drawn together. something tells him that, as was the case last time, he may have less of a choice in this matter than he’d like.  

            ❝     uh... no. no, man. i’m good.     ❞

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springmother:

                        ✿ . : “I’ve heard.” She likes to stay informed, honestly she’d known the very moment he landed back in the states. He was a friend, and she intended to protect him. “What was that like?” A smile, a subtle change of subject. She sits with him, well really she pulls him to sit with her. She crosses her legs, propping her chin in the palm of her hand. Interest shines in leaf green eyes as she watches him.

     Shadow raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?” He looked down and let out a soft chuckle. “Well, I appreciate you keeping tabs on me.” Part of him was unsettled by the thought, that the gods could still be watching him. But this was Easter, who had probably never harmed a fly. He shook off the feeling, but was grateful for the change in subject. “It was good. I saw a lot of beautiful things. It was, uh... Good to get away for a while. Clear my head.”

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Laura has officially moved here!

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so laura’s going indie once i finish the ep is anyone surprised

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valkiriya:

slides the dash $2 …….. ship with me

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the-witch-in-the-willows:

*spritzes rose water on my depression*

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explain the reason for your url

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here’s another poll im probably gonna follow my heart but let’s see what public opinion says

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Important character development question: would they lick someone’s hand if they tried to cover their mouth?

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here’s another poll im probably gonna follow my heart but let’s see what public opinion says

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tired of scrounging for blood sacrifices? pension not as satisfying as devouring the souls of the innocent? sick of those young punks taking over your worshipers? then you’ve walked right into a scheme that will change your life. and it begins with YOU and ME.

private, selective wednesday from american gods. written by surly.

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@fivexfaith liked for a thing!

“Buy you a drink?”

It’s an abrupt proposal, but one made with confidence. Laura has learned to compensate for her height when hitting on people. She’s gotten away with more of demure angle in the past, but she finds she likes taking charge a little better. She’s finally free, for starters. Free from school (though it was fun while it lasted), free from her damn mother (for now she’s living on her own–– well, on her own with Audrey), free to travel and make some money (not much, but enough when you shop smart), and free, finally, to have some fucking unbridled fun.

She’s sidled up against the bar, hips perched sideways on a barstool. It’s forward, sure, but she’s always found forwardness hotter in girls. It’s less threatening, but a definite show of interest. Her expression is open, though, smiling. It is not insistent or inundated with lust. The offer is there, and should the other woman turn it down, Laura can simply wish her well and slink off to the jukebox to lick her metaphorical wounds.

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richard siken sentence starters.

quotes are all taken from various poems out of richard siken’s poetry book crush.  feel free to change pronouns/etc if needed.

❝  tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.  ❞

❝  tell me we’ll never get used to it.  ❞

❝  there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.  ❞

❝  i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.  ❞

❝  i want it back now, baby. i want it back.  ❞

❝  i’m sorry. we know how it works. the world is no longer mysterious.  ❞

❝  that’s a nice touch.  ❞

❝  i like him and i want to be like him.  ❞

❝  i’m sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart.  ❞

❝  history repeats itself.  ❞

❝  there are many names in history, but none of them are ours.  ❞

❝  you could drown in those eyes.  ❞

❝  but damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.  ❞

❝  sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.  ❞

❝  i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.  ❞

❝  you wanted happiness, i can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.  ❞

❝  there is no way to make this story interesting.  ❞

❝  i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that i ran out into the street to prove something.  ❞

❝  tell me we’re dead and i’ll love you even more.  ❞

❝  you will be alone always and then you will die.  ❞

❝  i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.  ❞

❝  who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down.  ❞

❝  i take it back.  ❞

❝  here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.  ❞

❝  you still get to be the hero.  ❞

❝  what more do you want?  ❞

❝  love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying.  ❞

❝  no one will ever want to sleep with you.  ❞

❝  you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things i want to ask you.  ❞

❝  you had not expected this.  ❞

❝  walk a mile in my shoes.  ❞

❝  a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river.  ❞

❝  you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore.  ❞

❝  hush, my sweet. these tornadoes are for you.  ❞

❝  that sounds overly valorous.  ❞

❝  do you love yourself?  ❞

❝  i don’t have to answer that.  ❞

❝  you wanted more.  ❞

❝  i had a dream about you.  ❞

❝  there’s nowhere to go. there’s nowhere to go.  ❞

❝  in these dreams it’s always you: the boy in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge.  ❞

❝  will you love me even more when i’m dead?  ❞

❝  you didn’t show up. i kept waiting.  ❞

❝  i swallowed crushed ice pretending it was glass and you’re dead.  ❞

❝  i don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back.  ❞

❝  you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that. i had a dream where you said that. thanks for saying that. you weren’t supposed to.  ❞

❝  hello darling, welcome home.  ❞

❝  please keep him safe.  ❞

❝  i just don’t want to die anymore.  ❞

❝  you want to die for love, you always have.  ❞

❝  you didn’t think you’d feel this way.  ❞

❝  you saved my life. i owe you, i owe you everything.  ❞

❝  please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up.  ❞

❝  you’re all i ever wanted and worth dying for, too.  ❞

❝  drive into that tree, drive off the embankment. ______, make something happen.  ❞

❝  we are not dirty.  ❞

❝  you keep singing along to that song i hate. stop singing.  ❞

❝  here is the sink to wash away the blood.  ❞

❝  this is not harmless. you are not breathing.  ❞

❝  i will come back from the dead for you.  ❞