you are the fire and i'm the chimney, you'll burn away and i'll choke on your memory

@littlemisscumberbatch
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now :p

@defendergalaxey
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me; mini mcguinness, 17 {freya mavor}
you; george weasley, 21 {oliver phelps}
setting; ottery st catchpole, 1999
 
~mini mcguinness walked along the hill in no exact direction, swaying slightly in her floral print dr martens as she sang along softly to her mp3 player, the depressing lyrics of the eighties melodramticists filling her ears and blocking out all further thought and emotion. this was how she distracted herself when her emotions were getting the better of her and she had no lsd blotches, marijuana filled joints or syringes close by her, stupid dad and his tightfaced rules. plus now that she was how many miles away from home exactly, she needed something to cheer her up besides her friends ridiculous conversations. so she sang away in her choir-like voice,''take me out tonight, where there's music and there's people, who are young and alive...''
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me; harry potter, {age?}
you; {name?} {age?}
setting; {?}
~ {you start?}
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@sofia-xo
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me; mini mcguinness, 17 {freya mavor}
you; george weasley, 21 {oliver phelps}
setting; ottery st catchpole. 1999
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~mini mcguinness walked along the hill in no exact direction, swaying slightly in her floral print dr martens as she sang along softly to her mp3 player, the depressing lyrics of the eighties melodramticists filling her ears and blocking out all further thought and emotion. this was how she distracted herself when her emotions were getting the better of her and she had no lsd blotches, marijuana filled joints or syringes close by her, stupid dad and his tightfaced rules. plus now that she was how many miles away from home exactly, she needed something to cheer her up besides her friends ridiculous conversations. so she sang away in her choir-like voice,''take me out tonight, where there's music and there's people, who are young and alive...''
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Oh the shame that sent me off from the God that I once loved
Was the same that sent me into your arms
Oh and pestilence is won when you are lost and I am gone
And no hope, no hope will overcome.
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Awake my Soul by Mumford & Sons
 

 
@ihaveahorcrux
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me; dubheasa welch, eighteen (kaya scodelario)
you; lord edmund battlesby, thirty-six (benedict cumberbatch)
setting; 1847, galway bay
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Dubheasa held up her long skirt from being torn by the rocks and pebbles that adorned the sad excuse of a road, the Holt's had torn it up with their carraiges and fierce horses and had no intention for patching it up for those who must travel on it on foot. She shook her head as she fixed the cotton bag carrying the nettles she had picked from the side of the road, she had to have something for her poor father to eat as she awaited the Lord to take their food from them once again. She would not have minded if their potato crop had not failed yet again. That man, he was like a dark angel, it was no wonder that he lived in tthat manor house all on his own with no company except his many servants. He was as cold as the evening breeze that came over the cliffs.

@brownandfriendly
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me; dubheasa welch, 18 (kaya scoldelario)
you; lord edmund battlesby, 36 (never married) (benedict cumberbatch)
setting; 1847, galway bay, ireland
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Dubheasa held up her long skirt from being torn by the rocks and pepples that adorned the sad excuse of a road, the Holt's had torn it up with their carraiges and fierce horses and had no intention for patching it up for those who must travel on it on foot. She shook her head as she fixed the cotton bag carrying the nettles she had picked from the side of the road, she had to have something for her poor father to eat as she awaited the Lord to take their food from them once again. She would not have minded if their potato crop had not failed yet again. That man, he was like a dark angel, it was no wonder that he lived in tthat manor house all on his own with no company except his many servants. He was as cold as the evening breeze that came over the cliffs.

Her beauty knows no tick of time
She's the song of the nightingale
The torture and the remedy, the tragedy
In the passionate tale.
- Mississippi Isabel by King Charles
 
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♡ name; anastasia, but you can call me stacey, or fluffykins
 
♡ about me; i am you, i am me, i am everything, i am nothing at all
 
♡ hobbies; dancing in the rain, sketching daisies, writing about alternate realities where my life is pretty bloody perfect
 
♡ likes; pastels, doctor who, sherlock, torchwood, british actors, candyfloss, indie music, daisychain headbands, moccassins, romantic tragedies & unicorns
 
♡ dislikes; mainstream culture, eccentric people, the colour orange, broccoli, redneck americans, people who use the word 'gay' as an adjective & lightning storms
 
♡ personality; witty, anti-social, ohsocharming & incredibly awkward
 
♡ celeb crush; david tennant & benedict cumberbatch aka. THEY'RE MINE.
♡ other; like i said, they're mine….
 
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@emmyinwonderland voila madame c:
@fere-libenter-id-quod-credunt

@down-but-not-out
 
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me; dubheasa walsh, 18 {kaya scoderalio}
you; lord edmund holt, 36 {benedict cumberbatch}
setting; 1847, galway bay
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Dubheasa held up her long skirt from being torn by the rocks and pepples that adorned the sad excuse of a road, the Holt's had torn it up with their carraiges and fierce horses and had no intention for patching it up for those who must travel on it on foot. She shook her head as she fixed the cotton bag carrying the nettles she had picked from the side of the road, she had to have something for her poor father to eat as she awaited the Lord to take their food from them once again. She would not have minded if their potato crop had not failed yet again. That man, he was like a dark angel.

Oh, thought that I owned these grounds but they're no longer mine
I have to find another way home
And you, you were all that I got, you kept me hanging on
I have to make it on my own now.
-Tomorrow by Niki & the Dove
 
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the ninth set of the thirty five favourite people challenge is dedicated to the ohsofuckingamazinglyorgasmic;
∞ Benedict Cumberbatch
 
… where do I even begin to describe how amazing he is?
The list can just go on, and on, and on.
 
- he is one of the leading male actors in the world and he deserves to be recognised as that
- he successfully portrayed a modern day version of Sherlock Holmes, something many people were sceptical about
- he is one of the most humble, lovely celebrities you could meet
- he doesn’t even know how amazing he is, and I personally love that about him
- he has a strange sort of beauty, he’s like a sculpture by a Greek romanticist
- he has the fashion sense of a visually impaired toddler
- he has an INCREDIBLY dirty sense of humour
- his writing is just plain atrocious, but that just makes him cuter
- …. i could write more, but i think it might go past polyvore’s limit

 

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@littlemisscumberbatch you like? c:

...unless you use words like these.
 
#note; they are in order of size eg. one liners, paragraphs.