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❛ my name is [name]. you may have heard of me. ❜

❛ you should be dead. you should be dead twice. ❜ 

❛ it’s not the first time i should be dead. i’m a fair hand at avoiding it. ❜ 

❛ how odd to watch a mortal kindle then dwindle day by day, knowing their bright souls are tinder and the wind will have its way. ❜ 

❛ only priests and fools are fearless, and i’ve never been on the best of terms with god. ❜ 

❛ i am a myth. the very special kind of myth that creates itself. the best lies about me are the ones i told. ❜

❛ so this is the difference between telling a story and being in one, the fear. ❜

❛ nothing but the truth could break me. what is harder than the truth? ❜

❛ i’ve never told this story before, and i doubt i’ll ever tell it again. ❜

❛ if not for him, i would never have become the man i am today. i ask that you not hold it against him. he meant well. ❜

❛ if there is one thing i will not abide, it is the folly of a willful pride. ❜

❛ oh, [name]. i had no idea. ❜

❛ the saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is false. time heals most wounds. the rest are hidden behind this door. ❜

❛ may all your stories be glad ones, and your roads be smooth and short. ❜

❛ it’s not their fault that the world is full of hard choices and hunger and loneliness. what can you expect of people when demons are their neighbors? ❜ 

❛ there is no joy! any joy that grows here is quickly choked by weeds. i am not some monster who destroys out of a twisted pleasure. i sow salt because the choice is between weeds and nothing. ❜

❛ i’ll see you where the roads meet. ❜

❛ i’ve learned that the best way to stay safe is to make your enemies think you can’t be hurt. ❜ 

❛ there are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man. ❜

❛ clean, quick, and easy as lying. we know how it ends practically before it starts. that’s why stories appeal to us. they give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack. ❜

❛ i loved it like a child, like breathing, like my own right hand. ❜

❛ i’m about to die of terminal curiosity, you know. ❜

❛ piss on etiquette. etiquette is a set of rules people use so they can be rude to each other in public. ❜ 

❛ you’re always so cautious. i’ve never known a man to step so carefully. ❜

❛ let the others tell whatever stories they wish, but between us let us share secrets. ❜

❛ you were a little wild around the eyes there. i don’t think i’ve ever seen you out of sorts before. ❜

❛ half a loaf is better than none, and i’m tired of having no loaf at all. ❜

❛ there’s nothing like the certain knowledge of your own death to tucker you out. ❜ 

❛ you always tell me the most beautiful lies. ❜

❛ you’re as safe as i can make you. ❜

❛ she’s obviously stupid for you. and you’re just plain stupid, so it’s a great match. ❜

❛ i love you, [name]. sometimes i think you’re the only honest person i know. ❜

THOU is the subject (Thou art…) THEE is the object (I look at thee) THY is for words beginning in a consonant (Thy dog) THINE is for words beginning in a vowel (Thine eyes)

Further to the PSA:

Thou/thee/thine is SINGULAR ONLY.

Verbs with “thou” end in -st or -est: thou canst, thou hast, thou dost, thou goest.  Exception: the verbs will, shall, are, and were, which add only -t: thou wilt, thou shalt, thou art, thou wert.

Only in the indicative, though – when saying how things are (“Thou hast a big nose”).  Not in the subjunctive, saying how things might be (“If thou go there…”) nor in the imperative, making instructions or requests (“Go thou there”).

The -eth or -th ending on verbs is EXACTLY EQUIVALENT TO THE -(e)s ENDING IN MODERN ENGLISH.

I go, thou goest, she goeth, we go, ye go, they go.

If you wouldn’t say “goes” in modern English, don’t say “goeth” in Shakespearean English.

“Goeth and getteth me a coffee” NO.  KILL IT WITH FIRE.

Usually with an imperative you put the pronoun immediately after the verb, at least once in the sentence (“Go thou” / “Go ye”).

YE is the subject (Ye are…).  YOU is the object.

Ye/you/your is both for PLURALS and for DEFERENCE, as vous in French.

“i can’t believe you.”

“are you serious?”

“we’re not finished. i’m not just going to let this go.”

“so you don’t trust me?”

“fuck you.”

“you know me! and the fact that you still think i’d do that hurts the most.”

“i miss the old you. i don’t want the person you’ve become.”

“you never understand.”

“you said the same thing last time.”

“i’m so tired of constantly doing this with you.”

“you don’t even try to see it from my perspective.”

“i’m not apologizing.”

“hell if i care.”

“this is fucking bullshit.”

“why are you always the one who’s breaking my heart?”

“i can’t do this anymore.”

“you don’t mean that.”

“i hate you.”

“you never keep your promises.”

“out of all the things you’ve told me, what was true?”

“i can’t even look at you.”

“do you even love me anymore?”

“i’m fucking done.”

“i shouldn’t have ever trusted you.”

“you’re being unfair.”

“i’m not going to keep being your little secret. i deserve better.”

“i’m leaving.”

“just… just go.”

“i thought you’d be the one to make me happy.”

“you don’t even pretend to care about me.”

“i don’t even remember the last time you told me you loved me.”

“don’t go.”

I think some people on Tumblr dot com have forgotten the point of fiction. 

Which is this:

To write about and explore things freely, to step outside of reality, to take the world and play with it, put things together, split things apart, twist things, delete things, create things, use emotion, fuck things up, heal things, go to dark corners, go to light places, play with fire, play with ice, do whatever the fuck you want to do.

What is not the point:

To adhere to every single social activism rule, PC rule, to please the purity police, to worry about whether a character is good or bad, to avoid darker subject matter because it could “offend someone”, to avoid anything, really. 

For breaking the ice in the worst possible way, featuring themes including: kidnapping, murder, stalking, injury, monsters, and just general meanness. [Brackets] indicate spaces to include your own words to personalize your ask!

Angry

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Fuck this.”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Fuck that!”

“I fucking hate him/her/them/you.”

“Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUCK!”

“Shut the fuck up.“

“Get your fucking act together.”

“Keep your shitty nose out of my fucking business.”

“Leave me alone, or I’ll fuck you up.”

“Get your fucking hands off of me!”

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

“Who stole my fucking shit?!”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

“You wanna fucking go, punk?”

“Get the fuck over it.”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

Sad

“Fuck life.” 

“No, I’m not fucking over it.”

“Why the fuck did he/she/they have to go and die?”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

“Why did things have to go so fucking wrong?”

“I’m gonna eat fifty fucking cartons of ice cream and then pass out and die like a warrior.”

“Try to fucking stop me from leaving my room. It’s not gonna happen.”

“The love of my life just decided that I was worth fucking nothing.”

“I fucking miss him/her/them.”

“Who the fuck cares?”

“All of this fucking shit was for nothing.”

“I fucked up my own life.”

“I can’t believe I did this fucking shit all over again.”

Insults

“Fuck you!”

“I fucked your mom last night.” 

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“You just think you’re fucking hilarious, don’t you?” 

“Who the fuck died and made you king/queen/ruler?” 

“Go to fucking hell, you piece of shit!”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Motherfucker!”

“Wow, that’s fucking small.”

“Get the fuck over yourself.”

Sexy

“Fuck me.”

“I don’t ‘make love’, I fuck.”

“I’d fuck you all night long.”

“You look like a fucking dog in heat.”

“You look so fucking hot right now.”

“Fuck–faster~”

“FUCK, I’m gonna come!”

“I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“You’re one cocky motherfucker. Let’s go back to my place.”

“I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

“F-fuck–please–~”

“I’d let you fuck me any day.”

“You better use a fucking condom.”

“Tell me what you want me to fucking do to you.”

“Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?”

“Fuck, it’s big.”

“Let’s make a fucking baby.”

Situations

“Give me a break. I’m in the fucking hospital.”

“How are YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”

“Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”

“I’m gonna need a fucking lawyer.”

“This is all YOUR fault, you dumb fuck.”

“It’s not MY fault we’re in fucking handcuffs.”

“Fuck, I’m so wasted.”

“What the fuck did we do last night?”

“Where the fuck am I?”

“Fuck. SHIT. There goes my car.”

“Wait–fuck. Isn’t that my house?”

“Fuck it. Might as well have fun, if we’re going to get caught.”

“Why the fuck do you have gasoline?”

“Where the fuck did that baby come from?!”

“It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.”

they were two sides of the same coin.

    ❛    Murder began with Kane and Abel.                 Rome began with Romulus and Remus.

                                      …aren’t so different, after all…