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[id: 1. “break the lock on my own garden gate, when i get home after dark, sit looking up at the stars outside, like teeth in the mouth of a shark. (refrain) i used to live here, i used to live here, i used to live here, i used to live here.”

2. a delapidated barn in a snowy field, burning down.

3. “in the car, i tell you ‘i want to go home’ so you take me to a field on fire.”

4. “i am healthy, i am whole, but i have poor impulse control, and i want to go home, but i am home.”

5. an abandoned white house with a red roof being overgrown by leafless trees.

6. “and i’ll never go home again (place the call, feel it start).”

7. “americans are always so afraid of coming home… i would tell any wandering american now ‘of course you can go home again, and as often as you please. it’s only a motel.”

8. a black and white drawing of a small house, which has been broken along two lines, forming three sections at off angles to one another.

9. “and all we know for sure, amidst this fading light: we’ll not go home again.” /end id]

ancestry

You wear an ancestor’s face.

for @tolkiengenweek​ day 1: family. inspired by this post. for @bagginshield​ <3

Rating: G | No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Arwen & Lúthien Characters: Arwen, Lúthien, various other relatives of Arwen Word count: 807

[transcript: 1. “but if i gave up on being pretty, i wouldn’t know how to be alive. i should move to a brand new city and teach myself how to die.”

2. “i was an injured voice. precious body war-torn & tornadoed by argument. someone must have wanted me. once.”

3. “Harper: when you pray, what do you pray for? Joe: i pray for god to crush me, break me up into little pieces, and start all over again.”

4. “i always wanted to die clean and pretty, but i’d be too busy on working days.”

5. “i am most gorgeous at a distance. so it is with any bottled poison.”

6. “he thought about wanting to feel like he had been made for something more than dying.” /end transcript]

[transcipt: 1. “but i understood. (start highlight) you can ruin anything if you know too much.

2. “i want to be myself again. i want to be six. i want to stop knowing everything i know.”

3. “ARCHIVIST: it’s — hard. it’s like there’s a, a door, in my mind. a-a-and behind it is, the entire ocean.

BASIRA: what happens if you open the door? (PAUSE)

ARCHIVIST: i drown.”

4. “PRIOR: dreaming used to be so… safe.

HARPER: it isn’t, though, it’s dangerous, imagining to excess. it can blow up in your face. threshold of revelation.”

5. “till human voices wake us, and we drown.” /end transcript]

[id:

1. “ramblin’, where to begin? i taste the summer on your peppery skin. been saved, the warm of the waves, i felt a slip into a watery grave.”

2. several pale skinned teenage girls swimming in a dark green river with arching deciduous trees overhead.

3. “let every vessel pitching hard to starboard lay its head on summer’s freckled knees.”

4. a river. in the foreground is high grass and behind it and to the left, lights strung over the smokestacks of a boat. to the right is a long pier with the word LOVE in large cursive letters propped on its surface. across the river can be seen massive white silos and a long hill covered in dark green douglass firs. the sky is pale blue-violet fading to pale gold at the horizon and the whole image is washed in the purple tinge of a summer evening.

5. “and i took a drag on your cigarette and pinched it ‘tween my finger and my thumb to let it die, and the sun burned low on the radio.”

6. a corner of a kitchen. there is a window to the left almost off-camera that sheds bright morning sunlight through an orange plaid curtain onto a small table made of light wood holding a few mugs and clear mylar snack bag. to the right, much more dimly but still warmly lit, is a tiny stove with a silver kettle and an oven below, a sliver of messy counter, and some cabinets. to the right of the stove are a spoon trivet and a waffle iron, and hanging above it is a three-ring egg mold.

7. “and you were waking, day was breaking, a panoply of song. summer comes to springville hill.”

8. a few empty diner tables with plastic tablecloths printed in a red gingham check and wooden chairs in a room lit orange by the setting sun. on the wall just above one of the tables the shadow of an open sign is thrown sharply, bleeding into the corner.

9. “and i’m not going on just to sing another sing-a-long suicide song.”

/end id]

the decemberists + summer

tagged by @bagginshield thank you!!

instructions: search your name on pinterest with core or aesthetic (like “navii core,” “navii aesthetic,” “naviicore aesthetic”). choose 9 photos and make a moodboard.

i cheated and used the pinterest board @cirth-ithil made for me, lol. ty river ily <3