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GC characters as random fuckin lyrics from songs I like because I make QUALITY CONTENT on this here blog and don't just milk the same 'x as y' format over and over again no siree

Andrey: "There will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword. He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord." -Soldier, Poet, King, The Oh Hellos

Natasha: "My youth is yours, trippin' on skies, sippin' waterfalls. My youth is yours, run away now, and forever more." -YOUTH, Troye Sivan

Sonya: "As the world comes to an end, I'll be there to hold your hand." -King and Lionheart, Of Monsters And Men

Marya: "I chIMED IN WITH A 'HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF CLOSING A GODDAMN DOOR?" -I Write Sins Not Tragedies, Panic! At The Disco

Anatole: "if 'I love you' was a promise, would you break it, if you're honest?" -idontwannabeyouanymore, Billie Eilish

Helene: "We're lost somewhere in outer space, in a hotel room where demons play. They run around beneath our feet, we roll around beneath these sheets." -Coming Down, Halsey

Dolokhov: "This is for the snakes and the people they bite. For the friends I've made, for the sleepless nights. For the warning signs I've completely ignored, there's an amount to take, reasons to take more." -Twin Size Mattress, The Front Bottoms

Bolkonsky: *screaming* -Every Twenty One Pilots song ever

Mary: "Saint Calvin told me not to worry about you, but he's got his own things to deal with. There's really just one thing that we have in common; neither of us will be missed." -Saint Bernard, Lincoln

Pierre: "she's a lady, and I am just a line without a hook." -Line Without A Hook, Ricky Montgomery

Like promised the addition to a discussed mafia AU.

Dinluke version of Pacho's dance in narcos it's just so good. 👌

Abyss pt. 2

Hey guys, I literally just made two separate posts for this one thing b/c of the 

✨ ✨aesthetic ✨ ✨

Hope y’all don’t mind

I dance on the edge of nothingness and somethingness

I have no voice, no face, no body, no home

No one to turn to, no one to hold, or have hold me

I have watched as the people waste what they have

I have watched as they destroy their beautiful world

Now I say, no more

faeries are not real but i wish thwy were so i could spray one with raid

Maybe this will work for college

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

Welcome to one of my sporadic posts based on prompts I saw on the internet. Hope you enjoy!

Today’s prompt: this one immortal decides to be in at least on painting, newspaper photo, or picture every few decades. The rest of the immortal community is not amused - prompt from https://pin.it/2cml81A

You click on the random spam text your friend sent you. It’s a YouTube link to what looks like another inter conspiracy theorist. Your screen goes dark then lights up, presenting a young person, short pixie cut hair dyed a deep aquamarine blue. They started, “It is a fact of life that everything changes. Nothing remains the same, art, food, social norms, the economy. But over the centuries there has been one reoccurring face in at least one painting, photograph, or newspaper.” A series of photos flash across the screen, newspaper clippings from the 1820’s, Renaissance paintings from long dead artists, and photos from certain movies all focused on one small figure in the background. ”Join me as we journey into the theories surrounding this mysterious figure about who they are, what they want, and most importantly why they’re here-“ You stop the video immediately in irritation. Of course your ex has an entire conspiracy fan base surrounding her. The immortal community makes break ups more complicated than necessary.

Abyss pt. 1

Heyo

This is my 1st prose poem in awhile, so hope y’all enjoy

Life happens

Worlds are born in fire and light

Forests sprout up from the fertile soil

Fires tearing apart the very molecules that bind

But despite it all

People laugh, love, cry

Die

Their emotions, their movements

shake the universe to its core

How I wish I could be a part of that

Fall Showers

Welcome back to my random bits of sporadic inspiration

Hope y’all enjoy as I finally write some stuff about fall. (I know, I know. It’s about damn time.) Hope y’all enjoy!

I sit under an old ash tree on a secluded hill. Its leaves are a kaleidoscope of yellows and oranges, sunlight dancing to and fro in the small crevices their fallen comrades have left behind. I take a deep sip from my thermos of hot tea, inhaling the steam and earthy smell of the leaves. I look out at the small town I’ve known all my life. Small wooden houses with different hues of red and blue roofs surrounded by the early dusk fog. It’s coming. I grab my things and race from my perch to town. To shelter. I don’t want it to find me. I can’t let it find me. Once I reach the bottom of the hill, I hear a deep, rough growl rumble. I freeze, knowing I should be running, screaming, fighting, or anything other than standing still. I shake myself out of my fear but I’m too late. I feel a cold, sharp edge run into my abdomen and I see my legs run out from under me. I fall to the ground, desperately clawing myself away from it. The world goes black as I notice the leaves falling around me. At least I think- I hope they’re leaves. Let me have this calm fall day as I leave this earthly plain. . . .