#altarofmyego

[selfishsoulstm]

“ and the saddest part of all? you’ll cling to the good memories, as if there were any. ” ( Anya to Xander)

poetry sentence starters. // accepting!!

                ❛    ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s   ᴀ   ʟɪᴇ   ﹐   ᴀɴʏᴀ.   don’t   pretend   we   didn’t   have   good   times   together.   we   have   plenty.   and   it’s   all   i   ever   think   about.   have   you   forgotten   all   of   that   ?    ❜    he   asked   ,   his   voice   raising   as   his   emotions   for   this   situation   had   too.   all   he   wanted   was   a   second   chance   and   anya   was   making   it   so   difficult.   it   seemed   like   this   one   (   huge   )   mistake   he   made   had   made   all   the   good   things   he   did.   it   made   everything   else   about   their   relationship   completely   disappear...   which   only   made   it   that   much   harder   for   him.   ❛   you   can’t   tell   me   you   forgot   all   the   good   parts.    ❜

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[heavynlymuses-a-blog]

ember & jonathan

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[dragvnflare-a]

HE Y FU CKFACE! ❤❤

If I’m your tumblr crush send me a “hey fuck face”

jeez i fricking love you and your muses. consider this a hey fuck face right back at you bbs !!

[morghereah-blog]

altarofmyego replied to your post: morghereah: northernhonora: * WARNING !  I ...

Oh. So he’s him, too. Welp. Thanks for this post @morghereah because I was wondering why I was getting that squick kind of feeling from the deceiver person on discord.

Yes he is , here is the info given about how He approached the Sabrina fandom.

[trustsbuilt-gone]

“Oh, I hate you sometimes.” ( from Ebony ❤ )

𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

        a half-crooked smirk overtakes youthful features trailed closely by a light tap of the nose. she was cute when she was angry, even if she could straight up punch him in the face anytime she wanted.     ❛    that just means i’m doing my job.  ❜  he flicks open his sunglasses with a cocky expression as they veil over steel blue eyes.    ❛    -------- and business.. is. good. ❜

[socialiteborn-blog]

“now, i know i said i wasn’t coming over until this afternoon but i could only be a thirdwheel to blair and chuck for so long.” nate said in offer of greeting as he found his way into serena’s room, two coffees and a paper bag containing a couple of croissants in hand. “plus i bought breakfast.”

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[nxrthborn]

| @altarofmyego |

The trip from Essos to Bear Island was a long one, time seemed to drag on the more they spent sailing through the waters. But drunken nights had CURED the boredom that took him and made up for the long days that added up. Soon, however, the month and a half long trip had FINALLY come to an end. Approaching the home of Lady Mormont, Pytre bowed before the other noble. 

“The North has sent me to protect you, with your houses loyalty to the Starks and the war that is currently taking place with the Dragon Queen and the Lannister, we have no doubts that you are in danger.” Pytre talked of his house like it were not his own, he never did like to parade his own title around. 

[tribesire-blog]

’ Are we going to have company again? ’ ( from Rosaline )

𝚁𝙰𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙳   𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚁𝚈 :      begs  for   recognition.      Live  company   was   wholly  the   purpose   of   the   little  game   Shane   &&  his   tribe   had   concocted      /      feed   or   breed      ——      there   were  N O   other   options      (   who   was   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙷𝚈   to   initiate   into  their   fold   and   who   was   𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶   more  than   livestock   ?   )      Oceanside   mansion   lured   many,  but   few   left  there   ALIVE.   Brisk  exhale   remained   an   elicited   response  ‘ neath   soft   timbre      /      his   vocals  gentle   as   per   usual,   Shane  responded   with   not   a   thing  to   hide   or   be   ashamed  about;   this   was   the   cycle  of   life      /      vampires   just  happened   to   be   dominating   the   food   chain      ❝    We   have   company  almost   always,   it’s  our   means   of   getting   food   WITHOUT   raising   questions.  No   one   comes  snooping   about   for   missing   people  who   are   more  than   likely   “intoxicated”   or   “inebriated”   by   their   POISONS   of   choice.  Chalked   up   to   overdoses   and   alcohol   poisoning  𝙻𝙴𝙵𝚃   𝙱𝙴𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙳   to   drown   in   the   ocean.    ❞

✟ - THE LOST BOYS MEME  //  ACCEPTING.  @altarofmyego

[paddyfeet]

“ are you jealous? “ ( from Hedwig )

         ❝  i think you WANT me to be jealous.. and honestly, i’m not. but you can bet your cute ass i’ll rip someone’s head off if they try anything.  ❞

[selfishsoulstm]

“ you’ve gotten so used to being hurt that happiness scares you. ” ( colton @ Rick)

poetry sentence starters. // accepting!!

               ɪᴛ’s   ɴᴏᴛ   ʟɪᴋᴇ   sʜᴇ   ᴡᴀs   ᴡʀᴏɴɢ.   what   she   said   was   painfully   true   and   it   rattled   him   to   the   bone.   ever   since   losing   lori   ,   it   had   been   one   thing   after   another   that   kept   him   emerged   within   the   darkness.   losing   his   friends   ,   who   were   practically   his   chosen   family   ,   to   walkers   or   even   people   -----   it   cracked   his   heart   ,   one   by   one.   his   face   falls   into   his   hands   then   they   slid   into   his   hair   where   he   lightly   tugs   on   his   strands.   he   finally   brings   his   face   up   to   look   at   colton   ,   tears   filling   his   bloodshot   eyes   ,   he   sniffles   lightly.   ❛    i   don’t   know   what   to   do   ,   colton.   nothing   makes   sense   anymore.     ❜

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[bcarexiled-blog]

altarofmyego ; dacey mormont & jorah mormont

he had seen his cousin lyanna. no words were crossed, but there was glances exchanged about them, if they were to survive the war, there would be talks in the house of mormont. he knows the remains of his family are in winterfell but he never thought he would see them again. it’s quiet in the night when he sees her; the little girl he once knew as his niece was standing now a woman only steps away. “dacey”. he remembers then, HE WROTE A LETTER HOME. thinking he would die of greyscale, speaking of his regrets and his death. but he was alive, maybe they threw it? he would expect it of them, as he was a disgrace to the them. “you have grown up, dacey.” he speaks fondly, though respectful, unsure and keeping his distance.

[dentlaus]

@altarofmyego clicked the ♥ for a sin.day starter

“---Sansa.” her name leaves his lips in a breath as he holds her close to him, a hand coming up to cup her breast.

[fanglcrious]

“Even now just looking at you feels wrong.” ( Vanessa @ Seth )

           ❝  -----------  NO, No you don’t get to do that. You don’t get to walk back into my life.  And act like we still have something. You walked out on me, cause you couldn’t take the fact that I don’t abandon Family.  ❞

MEME  //   @altarofmyego

[seesgood]

RANDOM SUNDAY LOVE: LIA IS LEGITIMATELY THE NICEST PERSON I HAVE EVER MET IN RP AND I LOVE HER AND I WOULD KILL WHOEVER DARE HURT MY LIL BEAN. We haven't really rp'd much BUT THAT WILL CHANGE SOON BC YES. Also perfect actual Care Bear.

I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY BC I’M JUST WAY TOO EMOTIONAL RN??? 

[agameofsouls]

@altarofmyego // persephone.

he had been standing in the corner of the room, watching her dance across the floor with various partners. the way her dress flowed through the air was like watching living art, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. she moved like a flower petal caught in a spring breeze, and fuck, did it take his breath away. just seeing her dance and laugh was something he could have watched endlessly.

it was a curious interest he held in her, and it was one he couldn’t shake, not even if he tried -- and he had tried. there was just something, or more like it was everything, about her that captivated him so fully from the day they first met, up until she had been taken to the underworld. it had broken his heart when that happened, because he feared that her warmth would be taken from the world altogether. he was beyond grateful he had been wrong.

two songs later, he finally pushed himself off of the wall that he had been leaning on and made his way through the crowds of people to approach her. he towered over nearly everyone he met, and especially her. while he knew far better, she seemed so delicate compared to him, and he often did not approach for fear of his destructive nature taking any of her softness away.

but tonight, he couldn’t help it. he couldn’t sit still any longer unless he danced with her, and that was precisely what he intended to ask as he held his large, calloused hand out to her. this was probably the first time he had ever felt any sort of fear about rejection, but he was born of courage, so he did it anyways, with a smile on his face. “ could i have the next dance? ”

[ipsivolant-blog]

💑 for Parrish and Stiles!

@altarofmyego sent the kissing emoji for a FIRST KISS between STILES and JORDAN

Jordan has a few quirks. He can’t look at cabbage leaves without squirming. The feel of bleach products under his nails makes him feel sick. He keeps a stash of sweets in his drawer for when kids get brought into the station so he can keep them at ease. Constant ticking noises still make him nervous ( and he goes absolutely ballistic every time Strauss sits clicking his pen around the station ). He’s got the world’s biggest weakness for raspberry jelly doughnuts. He doesn’t do dates.

Or, he USUALLY doesn’t. He’s making an exception. 

Is it really even a date? 

It’s pouring down with rain as he drives her home, heart in his mouth and he thinks maybe he’s screwed it up. The movie theater screen kept freezing and the heavens opened as soon as they left. Everything feels a little stunted when he pulls up outside her house. Outside his boss’ house, fingers twitching against the steering wheel as he tries to think about what to say. It’s never felt this hard, he thinks; he’s never not known what to say. But he cocks his head towards her nonetheless, struck by the raindrops casting freckle-like shadows over her face.

He wants to see her again. He knows that. He tries to tell her that, but he’s cut off; warmth on his cheeks from the pads of her fingers, heat on his lips from the breaths that separate hers. He’s shocked, first, but he eases, and it’s very weird and very new and he doesn’t quite know where to put his hands but HELL if he doesn’t want to spend the rest of the night here, like this.

No such luck. He fumbles to turn off his headlights and turns back to Stiles, right as a front door opens and… shit, his boss is stood in the opening in a dressing gown with his arms across his chest. Mortified doesn’t cover it, but what is there to lose? He leans back in for another - a shorter, sweeter kiss - squeezing her thigh before he leans back against the headrest with a laugh.

If he finds himself in Stilinski’s office on Monday? If he gets assigned exclusively noise complaints for the next six months? 

It’s so worth it.