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SHIP LIST.......im trash sorry

Sat, 08 Mar 2014 14:37:55 GMT

Posted by: unburdens

( this is long as fuck... )

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snarkity snark

Thu, 09 Jan 2014 20:05:31 GMT

Posted by: notvaljean

"I still don't know why you want to do this." It's bitching, completely unnecessary bitching, but it wouldn't be Jean if he didn't. He strips his dirty, sweat-stained shirt off and tosses it aside, secretly gleeful that he's messing up Armin's personal area and hopefully leaving a sweat or dirt stain somewhere. "We both know you don't like me."

He's nothing if not honest. Jean leans back, cracking his shoulders and neck before eyeing Armin suspiciously. "So what's your angle?"

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well i'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday } teen wolf au

Tue, 07 Jan 2014 06:34:46 GMT

Posted by: 74

( katniss should have known her father was a hunter from the very beginning. all of those clandestine trips into the woods, every murmur of don't tell your mother. the weapons training -- he told her that they needed to hunt for meat. supplement his meagre earnings as a construction worker. he used to be a coal miner, back when they lived in kentucky and jobs were good. deep down, katniss always knew that something was wrong about this picture. the weapons her father taught her how to use seemed too complex for deer hunting. she didn't understand why they needed silver arrowheads all of a sudden, especially since they always seemed so expensive.

her father always told her that he'd explain everything when she was older, some indeterminate date in the future. he never got that chance. she was eleven when her father's body turned up in the woods. the authorities said it was a wild animal attack, a grisly business. and all thoughts of arrowheads were tossed away in the attempt to make sure that prim didn't get taken away by social services in the midst of their mother's depression. the weapons gathered dust in their attic.

five years later, and she knows the truth. more so-called animal attacks had shown up in beacon hills. the fatality rates were high. her father used to sing her songs about wolves when she was a child -- once again, warning her not to tell her mother. wolves that could turn into people. but they weren't just songs.

it's dark in the woods right now. by the height of the moon, she'd guess about one or two in the morning. dark, and impossibly quiet -- she's careful not to make any noise of her own, but with their ears, maybe it's futile.

( katniss tries to pretend that she's not bitter, but there's more than enough hatred in her to go around ).

but she hears a twig snap behind her. she noticed the sloppy trail. she doubts that the foliage is destroyed enough to be one of them. katniss whirls around, bow in hand, and calls out to the darkness. )

Who are you?

( it's dark, but she can shoot. and their movements are going to give them away sooner or later. )

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WE'RE GONNA DIE, IT'S JUST A MATTER OF TIME. } thg au masterpost

Sun, 24 Nov 2013 02:41:36 GMT

Posted by: demolitionist

panem et circenses
we own you.

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when she touched him, he turned ruby red.

Sun, 10 Nov 2013 06:33:37 GMT

Posted by: bings

( you got me all fucked up on love )

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( thg | drabble ) welcome to the new age.

Thu, 04 Jul 2013 23:18:00 GMT

Posted by: 74

( i'm waking up to ash and dust. )

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you're just damage control for a walking corpse like me, like you.

Wed, 26 Jun 2013 04:09:00 GMT

Posted by: 74

❝perhaps in the world’s destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. oceans, mountains. the ponderous counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. the sweeping waste, hydroptic and coldly secular. the silence.❞

- ᴄᴏʀᴍᴀᴄ ᴍᴄᴄᴀʀᴛʜʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ

( zombie apocalypse megapost. leave me a tag or prompt! )

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( au masterlist meme )

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 02:52:11 GMT

Posted by: 74

( we're all just stories in the end )

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MUSELIST.

Sun, 09 Jun 2013 17:27:10 GMT

Posted by: 74

( holy water cannot help you now )

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lies you tell yourself to sleep at night

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 05:03:10 GMT

Posted by: 74

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open post | reincarnation

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 22:39:14 GMT

Posted by: musain

❝Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we’re bound to others. Past and present. And by each crime and every kindness, rebirth our future.❞

Your characters keep meeting across time and space, dying and being born again. Every lifetime is an adventure. For reference / inspiration: the Cloud Atlas trailer

how to:
♛ tag in with your characters: write about who they were in the past, give them alternate names, make up alternate history: there are no hard and fast rules.
♛ tag others: is it a love story for the ages? a rivalry that spans centuries? is there something that draws them to another, something they can't quite pin down? an overwhelming sense of deja vu? or was it just someone you saw in a dream?
♛ have fun, and be excellent.

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