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so i might be on at the weekend but i’m spending a lot of time at my boyfriends right now, so i might not be around until like tuesday / wednesday !

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                           BOOK STARTERS VOL.32     ( WICKED )    ( GREGORY MAGUIRE )  

❛ Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny. ❜

❛ People who claim that they’re evil are usually no worse than the rest of us. ❜

❛ Happy endings are still endings. ❜

❛ We believe in all sorts of things that aren’t true; – we call it history. ❜

❛ Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil? ❜

❛ In the lives of children, pumpkins turn into coaches, mice and rats turn into men. When we grow up, we realise it is far more common for men to turn into rats. ❜

❛ Girls need cold anger. They need the cold simmer, the ceaseless grudge, the talent to avoid forgiveness, the side stepping of compromise.  ❜

❛ Love makes hunters of us all. ❜

❛ There is much to hate in this world and way too much to love. ❜

❛ You confuse not speaking with not listening. ❜

❛ As long as people are going to call you a lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention. ❜

❛ The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say. ❜

❛ Not everyone is born a witch or a saint. Not everyone is born talented, or crooked, or blessed; some are born definite in no particular at all. ❜

❛ We are a fountain of shimmering contradictions, most of us. ❜

❛ The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness. ❜

❛ I know you don’t want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! ❜

❛ Even at the very worst - there is always choice. ❜

❛ Maybe the definition of home is the place where you are never forgiven. So you may always belong there, bound by guilt. And maybe the cost of belonging is worth it. ❜

❛ Cross a man and you struggle, one of you wins, you adjust and go on – or you lie there dead. Cross a woman and the entire universe is changed. ❜

❛ That was such a wonderful time, even in its strangeness and sadness. Life isn’t the same now. It’s wonderful, but it isn’t the same. ❜

❛ I don’t care for approval, and I don’t mind doing without. ❜

❛ It’s where I live. A permanent state of bereavement. This is nothing new. ❜

❛ Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Always the godfather, never the god. ❜

❛ The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew. ❜

❛ Evil is an act, not an appetite. Everyone has the appetite. If you give in to it, that act is evil. The appetite is normal. ❜

❛ How many haven’t wanted to slash the throat of some boor across the dining room table?  ❜

❛ Even God used silence as a strategy. ❜

❛ I learned failure early and mastered it. ❜

❛ It isn’t whether you do it well or ill, it’s that you do it all. ❜

❛ This is why you shouldn’t fall in love, it blinds you. Love is a very wicked distraction. ❜

❛ Wisdom is not the understanding of mystery. Wisdom is accepting that mystery is beyond understanding. That’s what makes it mystery. ❜

❛ Wrong takes an awful long time to be proven, in my experience. ❜

❛ Such brightness, as you know, decays brilliantly. ❜

❛ I take responsibility only for the future, not the past. The past can’t hurt you the way the future can. ❜

❛ Tell me to mind my own business, tell me to go fuck myself, to piss off, go on, say it, but don’t tell me nothing’s wrong. ❜

❛ The truth isn’t a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on. ❜

❛ One can’t make peace with another by force. ❜

❛ I am a forgettable leaf on a tree. ❜

❛ That’s all I want; — to do no harm. ❜

❛ I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is. ❜

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“how’s your summer?”

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How are you viserys?

                 “that depends.” viserys started, looking over the other. “i guess i’m doing alright. still not on the throne, or HOME, but i’m not dead so i can’t complain.”

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☕

TOUCH-STARVED MEME  (  ACCEPTING  )     /     @threecardtrick

☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc 

                  viserys had been seeing quite a lot of thomas after their initial meeting, after the lawyer had agreed to take on his case against walder PRO BONO. they had become close, or at least on viserys’ end they had. he had grown attached to the older man who had shown him so much kindness, and sat patiently whilst viserys told him everything. after all, thomas needed to know everything he had been though in order to work the case in the best way. viserys told him how it was okay for the first month or two, but how it had quickly changed for the worst. he told thomas everything, of being plyed with drugs and booze, made to be addicted to the substance that he later found out was heroin. he told him of the men, of what they did to him, of his sister and what happened to her. it was hard, and he struggled but as soon as thomas leant forward to take his hand, squeezing it in reassurance, he visibly relaxed a little bit. he knew he was safe with thomas, and that the older man would never hurt him. after all, he was doing this for viserys and in return he was getting… what ? the nice feeling of helping someone ? he was doing it out of the goodness of his heart, and it had been a long time since someone had done something like that for him.

         “what do you tihnk our chances are ? we don’t have much proof… a lot of it is my word against his. unless there’s someway to get proof ? i think some of them filmed what they did to me, but without their phones that’s not going to help unless they shared them online.”

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My muse is feeling touch-starved.

Send one of the following touches for my muse’s reaction. Bonus points for a description/context of some kind to make it easier for your partner to respond!

❤ - gentle or loving touch (romantic or platonic!), such as face caressing, holding your muse, rubbing their back, petting their hair, hugging them tightly, etc

ღ - kisses of any kind (romantic or platonic) such as cheek kisses, hair kisses, mouth kisses, kiss to the hand/fingertips or eyelids, etc. feel free to specify a body part!

☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc

❥ - rough, violent, or dominant touch, such as gripping the back of their neck, holding them down, shoving them into a wall, digging their nails into them, grabbing their jaw, etc

❣ - add this to any of the above to make it sexual. 

¿ - write your own touches!

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traumathoughts:

Trauma makes fear.

Fear isnt always curled up and eyes watering, wanting for arms to hold you and protect you.

Sometimes fear is rage, eyes still watering, biting any hand that comes close to you.

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might be around for a little bit in the morning but if not i won’t be back until probably wednesday night / thursday !

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Send in Kinks and My muse will rate them.

Definitely Not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes | There go my pants | Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

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                           people like us aren’t meant for happy endings.

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mikaelsonsister :

are you wondering about turning a meme into a thread ? 

do it.

if you’re worried or concerned that i may not be okay with it, you have nothing to be anxious about. i approve turning memes to threads 100%. actually, i prefer it ! you don’t even have to ask ever, okay ? it is always, always, always okay with me.

so, go ahead. turn that meme into a thread. 

i am so bad with starters, but i always want to interact with everyone, and this is, in my opinion, the best way to do it. 

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THOMAS.

“i would,” he blurted out, because he can’t help but feel sympathy for the poor boy and his misfortune. how could his heart not bleed for his dire circumstances? perhaps it was because his own childhood had been unhappy (though not quite to this level), that he wished to help him. “i will,” he affirmed. “i’m a lawyer. i own my own firm.” he’d worked hard to get to where he was, to being his own boss. he could take on any client he chose. so why not try to help him? why not do something good? that was what pro bono cases were supposed to before: helping those who couldn’t otherwise pay for representation. 

             viserys was perplexed at the offer. this man was still practically a stranger, and he was offering to help the boy in such a huge way. if walder had to pay for what he had done, pay viserys and dany both, they would not struggle again. he wouldn’t have to work here, and live like he had been doing. he knew dany was struggling too, even if they didn’t talk as much as he had wished. 

            the blond sat, perched on the edge of the beds that they placed in the backroom as he looked across to thomas. “you will ? you mean it ? i-- my sister, dany... it’s not right i get something and she doesn’t. would you represent her as well ?” dany had tried to kill herself because of walder, and she had almost succeeded. the whole experience had been traumatic for both of them, and they still hadn’t told the other everything that they’d been through. they still had their SECRETS about their time living with walder... but if it went to court it would all come out. “i want both. money and jail time. i want him to pay for what he has done and ROT in prison. can you do that ?”

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JON SNOW.

EYES WANDER ACROSS THE COUNCIL. it’s strange to receive one such a request from the prince, as there’s nothing the northern king wishes to hide from his closest advisers, nor his sister, lady of winterfell. “dragons,” he repeats in quiet surprise. “so the stories are true.” at the mention of questions and RUMORS it becomes evident that this meeting is more needful than the boy first realized, and at viserys’ final words jon gives a slow nod.  “we will speak alone,” he agrees. wine and water is served, WEAPONS removed, and jon waits patiently for the council to evacuate the premises ( though not before davos whispers a final, ‘i don’t trust him your grace’ in jon’s ear ). within moments both wolf and dragon are standing alone, and the former beckons the other toward the table. “ask me your questions, prince of DRAGONSTONE, and i’ll tell you what i know.” 

                   viserys co-operated, letting them remove his obvious weapons and search him for concealed ones. he waited patiently at the side of the room as the room was EVACUATED, and just jon and viserys remained. when beckoned ( like a damned dog ), he made his way to the table and sat, pouring himself a goblet of wine and drank a hefty gulp before looking up at jon snow. “do you know who your mother and father are ? your REAL parents ?” he asked, getting right to the topic in hand. “i’m not sure you’ve heard the rumours, all the way in the north, but some documents have been found, jon. documents that say lyanna stark is your mother... and RHAEGAR TARGARYEN your father. the math works out. i’m five years older, and you would have been born the year he died. i was five when he died. it makes sense as to why EDDARD took you in, and raised you as his own. his sisters son, his nephew.” 

                the targaryen paused, eyes finding the others as he looked to see how he reacted to the information. to see if perhaps he had any idea at all of his heritage or the rumours that had spilled throughout the realm. if it were true, jon snow was no snow at all. he didn’t understand why rhaegar would BETRAY elia martell, but the documents said it all. “i believe you are my half-brother, jon.” 

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THOMAS. 

“yes, theoretically, if he was convicted in both criminal and civil court,” he explained, though the fact of both things were happening not easy. trials were long, arduous processes. many people might think that both weren’t possible at the same time but they were. “no… you wouldn’t necessarily have to testify, if he was willing to settle out of court. depending on how reluctant he was to go to trial.” who would want to be slandered through the newspapers like that? “law firms do things like where they only take a cut of any final payment. or doing pro bono work, which means that they don’t even take a cut.”

“i’m barely affording the rent to sleep on my friends couch, never mind even giving some lawyers a cut of a very expensive bill. no one is going to help a targaryen PRO BONO.” it was a nice idea, but it wasn’t going to happen and viserys wasn’t about to get his hopes up. not when they’d been dashed so many times. now, a better life was only a good dream on a bad couch. maybe an older gentleman with money would take a fancying to him, whisk him away and make him a sugar baby. that was the best he could hope for --- in his eyes, anyway.

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THEON GREYJOY  (  MY LOVE  ).

              “Who is–?”

Theon’s brows knit into a tight frown, unable to understand just what it was that Viserys was saying. One calloused, scarred finger moved to tip Viserys’ chin up, urging him to look at his lover.

              “There is no one else I want. You… you don’t have                 to worry about losing me. It won’t happen. I am                  yours. ‘til my dying day.” 

           “do you swear it ?” viserys asked, biting down on his lower lip softly as theon tilted his chin up. at the words that left his LOVERS mouth, he nodded, feeling stupid for even doubting  theon and his loyalty. his love.  viserys wrapped his arms around theon, pulling him close and pressing a kiss to his neck. “i am sorry for doubting you. i believe you, above all others.”

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THOMAS.

thomas had lived too long to be surprised by anything. to not know the deepest, darkest depths of humanity. but it didn’t make him any less saddened and appalled by what he heard. how could people do things like that? “he———” he wasn’t even able to finish the sentence. if what was said was true, it was child abuse. plain and simple; as if such unspeakable horrors could be. “he could go to jail for that. he can be sued for that,” he told him, wondering if he knew about the actions that he could take against his former foster father. for all those years… 

“sued ?” viserys asked, brow furrowed as he stopped dead and looked at the man. “you mean for money ? can he go to jail and get sued ?” he had never thought about it, mainly because he didn’t have the money to do anything about it, and when that thought crept into his mind again he shook his head. “it doesn’t matter anyway. i can’t AFFORD the court costs even if we won. and i’d have to see him again, wouldn’t i ? so would my sister. we’d have to testify ?”

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THOMAS.

he did cringe, just a moment, at the obscene language. as if there was any way getting around the reality of the situation. this was not fine. he can see how pained viserys was. “i’m sorry, i don’t mean to judge…” he apologized, as that was not his intention. it wasn’t that he judged so much as he found the whole situation to be unfortunate. for someone to find themselves in these kinds of desperate circumstances. he thought back a moment at what was said. “what do you mean by this being better than your foster home?”

              “walder frey was my foster father, though you may as well have called him a pimp.” viserys answered simply, but didn’t go into much more detail. he didn’t like to talk about his time in walder’s house. he was free from that now. he was alive, and more importantly so was his sister. they had gotten through the worst of it. “i was there since i was fourteen.” he admitted, meeting thomas’ eyes and the look in them said it all. walder had abused him and his sister, though his sister didn’t suffer the sexual abuse, or being pimped out. it had almost killed his sister, and he was surprised that he hadn’t died from an accidental overdose.