May 16

There was no death in the world, not unless she allowed it. No hunger, no thirst. She saw the rain, but it touched not a hair. She saw the sun, but it cast not one living shadow upon the streets.

She cried, and all the world wept with her. She laughed, and all the world shared in her mirth.

Echoes chanted up and down the main street as she walked through, hollow sounds birthed of hallowed constructs. All the clocks stopped at noon when she passed, and then midnight when she returned.

The city was emptied of crime until she broke a window, relieved a mannequin of its clothing, and looked at herself in a mirror wearing a dress that was a size too large. She smiled at her reflection and all the world adored her. She blushed and all the world swooned.

She returned home at midnight, guided by the light of stars that so desperately desired for her to give them meaning. Orion was gone. Leo and Gemini were gone. Andromeda was undiscovered once more. For as long as she kept them from being known, they never would be.

She sat and cried in her room, wearing a dress that would never fit. She slept, and all the world dreamed of lost things.

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everythingrmstitanic:

A colourized photo of the RMS Titanic during her launch. 

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loverdosis:

lokilovers:

omg

I HAVE WAITED FOR THIS MY ENTIRE LIFE

might i just say

they spelled “kneel” wrong

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221bitssmallerontheoutside:

#fuck this tree in particular.

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May 1

“What would you have me do?” he asked. “I can’t stop what’s coming down that road. Better men than me have tried, better women, and look what that got them. Unless you known some way to win out that none of the others tried - please, enlighten me.”

There were tears in both their eyes. The lives they had lived, were living, and always dreamed of, blurred before them. Became something abstract, no longer attainable.

“We can’t just leave,” she said. “We were married just there. You kissed me, and told me you loved me, and I can see us standing there everyday. I can see our children, see them standing under the garden arch with us. They would’ve dressed in white, we would’ve seen them walk the paths we’ve made. If we leave, we let it all go. Nothing will be left. Nothing.”

He placed his hands on her swelling belly and kissed her. They tasted the tears on each other’s lips. Their hearts skipped a beat when the realization came, that there was nothing either of them could do.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, and began to pull the pictures off the wall.

November 20 (Star Wars)

The light of Revan’s war machine bloomed from the vales, chasing away the stars. He stood on the ledge, the voices of his commanders spouting orders and updates barely registering in his mind. He watched a squadron of CH-14 skyhoppers dive in from over the nearby mountaintop, moving in perfect formation over the treetops, unleashing their payloads over the right flank of the Mandalorian lines. Flames mushroomed toward the skies once more. Leaves were blown free from the forest in all directions, burnt to floating embers. Sound followed the images and thunder rolled through the camp.

December 6

The noose swung against the breeze and the hangman pulled the lever to test the trapdoor. The door slammed open, wooden planks complained. “She’ll drop ‘er, like a stone with all that sin upon ‘er soul.”

The governor nodded. “Appreciated.” Dust was billowing up onto his suit and he didn’t care to be out here much longer. He watched, impatiently, as the hangman reset the door, all the while wondering just where the marshal’s deputy was. “How long do you suppose it’ll be until he shows with the prisoner? Surely it must be well past noon already.”

“Won’t be long now. Marshal’s always late, always on time, if you catch my meaning.”

“I really don’t,” the governor said. “If a man says noon, it should be the common definition of noon. County doesn’t pay him to work by a Chinese clock.”

“He’ll be here,” the hangman said with boundless confidence. “You’ll see that girl hanged.”

His mind for appointments and meeting receded, and he realized a woman would soon die in front of him. He drank from his flask and turned from the gallows.

“Noon should mean noon,” said the governor.