full of wondrous chance
anna; he has a codename but doesn’t have a name; he’s not human enough to possess one. he’s a machine, an asset, a thing, a soldier. nothing he has is his; even the arm does not belong to him, and especially his mind.

it’s almost one am and i should go to sleep i have classes in the morning

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The Witching Hour: The Buried Moon
Moon was her name. She was the light that illuminated the darkest of nights, her hair of yellow and white, her smile the most beautiful thing, her heart pure and kind. 
She went to the black waters and green bogs with a dark hood over her head to see the monsters and horrors and scare them away with her light. 
Into the marshes she went and did not return for fiends and wicked spirits found her, and they shrieked and they kicked as she swallowed a cry. They buried her before dawn, buried her deep in the water of blackness, where she could not shine nor shout for help. Bony their fingers were, bloody their faces, evil their eyes, and frightening their laughter. Alone, she was under a stone that the monsters had put on her chest, crushed and bruised as her cheeks filled with black and cold water. 
She was freed by men lead by a witch with a sad and wrinkled face. And Moon took off her hood and shined bright but her cheeks were dimpled and cracked, her gaze distant. She returned to the night sky with round face full of craters, casting yellow and white light upon the marshes and the evil spirits that lived there.

The Witching Hour: The Buried Moon

Moon was her name. She was the light that illuminated the darkest of nights, her hair of yellow and white, her smile the most beautiful thing, her heart pure and kind.

She went to the black waters and green bogs with a dark hood over her head to see the monsters and horrors and scare them away with her light.

Into the marshes she went and did not return for fiends and wicked spirits found her, and they shrieked and they kicked as she swallowed a cry. They buried her before dawn, buried her deep in the water of blackness, where she could not shine nor shout for help. Bony their fingers were, bloody their faces, evil their eyes, and frightening their laughter. Alone, she was under a stone that the monsters had put on her chest, crushed and bruised as her cheeks filled with black and cold water.

She was freed by men lead by a witch with a sad and wrinkled face. And Moon took off her hood and shined bright but her cheeks were dimpled and cracked, her gaze distant. She returned to the night sky with round face full of craters, casting yellow and white light upon the marshes and the evil spirits that lived there.

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musicals-are-punk-rock:

les amis putting trick candles in enjolras’ birthday cake.
enjolras’ face getting redder and redder because he can’t bLOW THE FUCKING CANDLES OUT.
les amis covering their faces with their hands to hide their huge grins.
grantaire lying on his side in the corner just dying with laughter

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buckying:

With Thanksgiving/Christmas/The New Year all approaching I wanted to have a way to show my appreciation and adoration to all of my friends and followers on tumblr. So, as a thank you, I will be making 10 edits/graphics/gifsets/mixes, one every week, until the new year. Here’s whats up: 

-Since its a thank you for following this train wreck you’ve gotta be following this train wreck. -Reblog this post-Starting October 27th I will randomly pick a url every week until January 1st. (If my math is correct, fingers crossed, that is 10 weeks of 10 winners!)-Winners can choose an edit, graphic, gifset or mix of whatever they want. Have a favorite poem that goes perfectly with your otp? You got it. Want a gif set for you favorite fic? Its all yours. Been hoping for a picspam to go with meta? On it. Want a url graphic? Sure thing. Want stuff for your OC’s? I’m your gal. (I obviously don’t know or make things for every fandom but I will try my best for whatever you choose, even if its something new.) -Here’s examples of my style and what I make. -There isn’t a minimum of how many notes this needs to get. Honestly, if only one person reblogs this I will be happy to make them 10 things. Im just trying to find a way to say thank you for putting up with me. (But that said, feel free to reblog as many times as you want up until January 1st,)-I think thats it. THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU AND BEING SO WONDERFUL. I love you all! 

buckying:

With Thanksgiving/Christmas/The New Year all approaching I wanted to have a way to show my appreciation and adoration to all of my friends and followers on tumblr. So, as a thank you, I will be making 10 edits/graphics/gifsets/mixes, one every week, until the new year. Here’s whats up: 

-Since its a thank you for following this train wreck you’ve gotta be following this train wreck
-Reblog this post
-Starting October 27th I will randomly pick a url every week until January 1st. (If my math is correct, fingers crossed, that is 10 weeks of 10 winners!)
-Winners can choose an edit, graphic, gifset or mix of whatever they want. Have a favorite poem that goes perfectly with your otp? You got it. Want a gif set for you favorite fic? Its all yours. Been hoping for a picspam to go with meta? On it. Want a url graphic? Sure thing. Want stuff for your OC’s? I’m your gal. (I obviously don’t know or make things for every fandom but I will try my best for whatever you choose, even if its something new.) 
-Here’s examples of my style and what I make
-There isn’t a minimum of how many notes this needs to get. Honestly, if only one person reblogs this I will be happy to make them 10 things. Im just trying to find a way to say thank you for putting up with me. (But that said, feel free to reblog as many times as you want up until January 1st,)
-I think thats it. THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU AND BEING SO WONDERFUL. I love you all! 

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weretaire:

i want you to think about a revamped modern les mis stage show for broadway all set to songs exclusively by fall out boy

i want you to think about enjolras wearing a red leather rip-sleeved vest screaming “HEEEY YOUNG BLOOD" at the top of his lungs with phoenix wings on the back of his jacket and lots of fire and live violins ravaging the auditorium

i want you to think about montparnasse talking to eponine with lyrics like “where is your boy tonight i hope he is a gentleman” and the beggers sarcastically hissing in the streets “the best of us find happiness in misery”

we need to start funding this right away

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cruelmagic replied to your post “daily reminder that i’m in love with cruelmagic (◡‿◡✿)”

i love you too. i miss you.

last night i couldn’t sleep so i was trying to decide how are we going to organise books in our flat: by height by colour by author randomly bc who cares about order by how much we like them by what we should read first by how thick they are by when we bought them by language by name of the main character by number of ladies

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gżegżółka | a polish mix to make you fall in love with the language so full of traps you will break your tongue time and time again

niebo do wynajęcia robert kasprzycki | trudno mi się przyznać ania | długość dźwięku samotności myslovitz | a my nie chcemy uciekać stąd jacek wójcicki | piękna i rycerz anita lipnicka | wrony piotr rogucki | lu, li, la zakopower | upojenie anna maria jopek & michał żebrowski | bracka grzegorz turnau | ostatni edyta bartosiewicz | śmierć na pięć republika | kantana marek grechuta

gżegżółka | a polish mix to make you fall in love with the language so full of traps you will break your tongue time and time again

niebo do wynajęcia robert kasprzycki | trudno mi się przyznać ania | długość dźwięku samotności myslovitz | a my nie chcemy uciekać stąd jacek wójcicki | piękna i rycerz anita lipnicka | wrony piotr rogucki | lu, li, la zakopower | upojenie anna maria jopek & michał żebrowski | bracka grzegorz turnau | ostatni edyta bartosiewicz | śmierć na pięć republika | kantana marek grechuta

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