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Hey everyone,

This post is only here to let you know I’m officially back and explain why I disappeared. It wasn’t a big deal, but it certainly wasn’t lack of muse either – I was having connection issues for a long time, but now internet had completely stopped working. That, coupled with it being the last weeks of the semester at uni, made me go completely silent here. We’re having winter break here so now I don’t have uni things, and we cancelled the internet we had but now have a different provider that is working wonderfully. Hopefully I’ll be able to catch up now :)

I’m glad to be back and ty for sticking with me <3 

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Willabeth Appreciation Week 2017 ↳ Day One: General

Elizabeth, I should have told you every day from the moment I met you: I love you.

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I probably won’t be here today because insecurities but I’ll do the starters and all tomorrow c:

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                                     ————           pirate’s  life 

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this particular song gives me so many feels 

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heart this thing for a lyric based starter

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“Well then you wouldn’t be here, would you?”

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At the jail, it was only after you learnt my name that you agreed to help. Since that’s all I wanted, I didn’t press the matter. I’m not a simpleton, Jack. You knew my father. I knew him. Good man, good pirate. I swear you look just like him.

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Just wanted to say that you really nail the very core of Will's character. I scrolled through the entire blog to read your writing. Totally worth it.

I honestly have no words to thank you enough for this? Will is so important to me, and I have doubted my portrayal of him so many times, but I woke up today and checked my blog and was greeted with this lovely message. It means a lot to me, anon, it really makes me so happy that you liked my writing of him that much. Thank you for taking the time to send this.

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How I feel with every RP

RP partner: (writes fantastic starter with intricate dialog and plot settings)

Me: I have to go I'm too stupid to talk to you

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WHICH HEAVENLY VIRTUE ARE YOU ?

charity

The Heavenly Virtue that is strongest in you is charity. You are giving of yourself, your time, your thoughts, and your efforts to benefit others. A strong theme in your life is your generosity and even a willingness to be self-sacrificial for worthy causes that have propelled you into action.

tagged by: @ofseamyths tagging:  @wineinthewidow @rumgone @multiplejacks @hangtherules @cfmothers

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@ofseamyths || cont.

he is concerned, worried to say the least, this sight, this scene is one he never knew he’d find himself facing, a part of Henry was ready to let it all behind, but him … this man … his dad, he has endured perhaps too much to pretend or expect the same, he has felt and seen everything and more.

memories linger, and they  won’t be easily wiped from his very soul ( maybe never, perhaps they’ll stay with him like an invisible scar )  FEARS A WORMHOLE. He lost his father once, he won’t let that happen again.

‘  WE ARE TOGETHER NOW ‘  his eyes move frantically as if they were trying to decipher William’s inner sensations, his THOUGHTS, he needs to know what is really going on  ‘  Father,  you can tell me anything, we’ll face it as one, as a family, you’ll be fine, YOU ARE NOT ALONE  ‘

the grip tightens as calloused fingers dig deep above his shoulder  as saying: you have me, you will always have me, i am real, i am here for you !

He did his best to spare them any concern; didn’t want to see the worry now reflected in son’s eyes ( instead burdening himself alone with his fears and nightmares and flashbacks and hallucinations, facing own ghosts as best as he could, hoping someday they’d leave him be ). Fears he might be losing his mind whenever real blurs with own mind’s tricks. Perhaps has already lost some of his sanity, 20 years journeying through worlds to guide souls to rightful places. 

Will is still shaken by the vivid image, much to shrug it off completely; breathes, swallows and tries to compose himself still. Dark eyes meet Henry’s and guilt overwhelms him --- a child should not be put through that. What has he given Henry, other than worry and absence and danger? 

Blinks, allowing eyes to remain closed a moment longer. It does help, to hear son’s words and feel his touch. He’s real, and touch of reality pushes farther the monster in his imagination. Jones cannot harm them, not anymore ( yet knows the dead can be returned by more than one way, knows that the presence he imagines feels as realistic as if the man had been brought back somehow ). “ ------ Aye. I know, son.”

“Don’t worry over me. I’ll be fine, Henry. I just need... re-adapting, I guess.”

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While dogs were common in the Caribbean, wolves were not. Creatures of the mainland had no place on the islands that made the area. So when the hooded person walked in with a white wolf on a leash beside her, people stopped to look. The wolf was easily as high as her hips and the satin colored leash stood brightly against the white fur. The stranger sat down at the bar and removed her hood. Long blond hair and ice blue eyes. The wolf settled beside the owner, watching.

Commotion calls his attention as well, curious gaze thrown over shoulder, searching for the cause of it. An uncommon sight, surely; yet Will does his best not to stare, as the figure walks closer and eventually claims a place at the bar. Although he catches a glimpse of her – a woman, he can see now that her face is unconcealed – his attention is, in fact, in the white animal beside her. Unfamiliar as he was with it, it didn’t look like a pet (yet there it was, watching and waiting upon its owner).

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On my word, do as I say. Or I’ll pull this trigger and be lost to Davy Jones’ locker.

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alt!

send me “alt!” and i’ll introduce you to a charecter i’ve rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else! 

--> a character I’ve wanted to rp

I was never the hero you wanted me to be.

Yet could not simply ignore the endangered girl, and in the moment thin arms are placed around her and fragile voice says ‘You’ve saved my life’, it feels like she could be the hero Trish saw in her. It feels like, for once, she is. 

So much naivety. 

Horrified realization of what was to come as elevator door closes comes too late; she’s not fast enough to hold the door, and racing through stairs does not help. Yet Jessica runs, gun shots half heard but still echoing. She had to be faster, had to do something — yet cannot do anything but open the door and watch the dead man’s body hit the ground. 

Smile.

There are no comprehensible words in the world, then. Deaf to the noise surrounding her, looking without really seeing anything but confusing blurs, feet stumble towards the exit; she has to leave, to get out, to go away. Horror, panic, failure — it is too much, so much she feels completely numb instead.

He was back. That was a fact now.

Knowing it is real means you gotta make a decision. One: keep denying it.

Mind only changes automatic reactions when she is outside, in the middle of the street. There’s a cab driver saying something, words ignored like everything else. So you’re running. Hadn’t ran before, instead tried to help, and this was the result of it. 

No. Running wouldn’t have helped either. He was back, and he would find her again, and someone else would be hurt for it. Someone had been already — she couldn’t simply walk away and expect somewhere would be far enough, safe enough, while cowering in fear Kilgrave would find her again, while people like Hope Shlottman suffered for being controlled and involved in this mess. Her mess. 

Turns around instead of opening cab’s door; walking away would have been easier for the moment, perhaps, but in the long run, it would be just another fucking nightmare to haunt her. 

Or two… do something about it.

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@lostiisms respondeu a sua postagem: multiplejacks: piratebvrn replied to your post: ...

au where potc is the exact same, but orlando just makes weird legolas faces in the back the entire time

what do you mean that wasn’t what he was there for in all the first three potc movies