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Anthony Foust Official Birthday Party



i. you were born back when people still believed in beginnings, in fresh starts and re-sets, and trying again, all  over. you are no quitter. you wouldn’t know how to quit love even if you tried; even if it was suffocating you and you were sure to die. no, you’re no quitter. (january)

ii. you are a child of melting snows. you are a child of the future. you do not live in the now, you do not settle, you do not make plans. one day you will love. when, all else is right. you are a child of melting snows, but darling, in life there are always fresh snows somewhere, spring is always not-quite there. (february)

iii. the earth smelled like frost when you were born. you have a razor-sharp mind and a quick tongue, but some people still get under your skin. and like frost under your mother’s feet, you crack, you melt, you become mist. (march)

iv. april showers bring may flowers. you are forever preparing the world for other people. your friends for their true best friend, your sister for your brother, your lover for the right one. you only love in interludes. (april)

v. god you are everything. the grass is never as green and the sky is never as high, and the breeze never as soft. you are perfection. but life does not deal in absolutes, and love is flawed. you will not find what you are looking for. (may)

vi. you are everyone's favourite afterthought. you are what tenderness feels like. darling, you are a field of dandelions swaying in the wind. you fix people. you let them build homes inside you. you make them whole. you are an afterthought. a rest-stop. it hurts in a place no map leads to. (june)
vii. when you were born the earth was scorched. you are a child of heat. you are a child of desert. you can do without love almost as long as you can do without water. and a little, a little goes a long way. it’s a good thing too, because baby, your pride makes loving you so damn hard. (july)

viii. quiet is how they describe you. they don’t know of the song you carry inside, of the screams unsettled in your lungs, of the poems and stories you have under your belt. you are the quiet one - the quiet revelation, the surprise, the coming out. the becoming. (august)

ix. melancholia. you are rain, you wash people clean. you are a builder, you help them rise. you are the wind, you help them fly. you are everyone’s best friend and no one's favourite lover. you disappear under the weight of good deeds. saints are revered, but not loved. it is difficult to be with someone on a pedestal. (september)

x. you are a shape-shifter. you do not know your face. you have been lost since you can remember. sometimes you are found at the bottom of a bottle, or in thick smoke coming out of his lungs. sometimes you are found. but not in love, no in the ashes of love. you are what endings look like. (october)

xi. the clouds were so low when you were born your sister thought she could reach them. overachievers. nothing is ever good enough. no one is ever enough. people are just a promise of what’s to come. how does it feel to live your life in the promiseland? (november)

xii. when you were born the sky was white. not light blue, not powder blue, but white. you are pure love. you are the one. but people are always looking to go back, to start over, to re-set. you are the one, but all it does - is make people realise they do not want to become. (december)

—  marina v., you are the month you were born in.
Without Hope

“Missy, wake up.”

It wasn’t something he should have done. It was interfering, but he could not help himself. A weakness for her had been ingrained since his own Missy’s survival of the incident XI loathed to remember. Today he had materialised in a forest aboard a spaceship of stupendous size, his TARDIS howling her cloister bells that he should not remain. Something was happening and he did not have long.

He recognised the voices, male and female, the same person. He listened to their conversation, desperate and righteous. So close, he heard footsteps heading toward him through the grass and the shriek of laser fire. She could not see him as she fell, laughing and jeering at her mutual murderer.

In a split-second decision as she lay still and her eyes began to cloud, XI rushed forward and scooped her into his arms. He bore her back into his ship, placed her into a time suspended room, and returned to Gallifrey. There he delivered her to the care of the Citadel’s infirmary and gave permission for her to be restored. He could argue with the Council later.

“There might be a lot of cross people over this,” he said to her from her bedside, “but I heard you. I couldn’t help it. You’re on Gallifrey, just… not your one.”



EXILE ;; a mix for a cursed immortal pair stuck in an apocalyptic future 

     ❝ How many goodly creatures are there here!
     How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
     That has such people in’t. ❞


i. Exile – hurts // ii. Bad Moon Rising Cover – the mourning ritual // iii. World on Fire – les friction // iv. Human – daughter // v. Paris – black atlass // vi. Sail – awolnation ft. unlimited gravity remix // vii. Ghost Town – beware of darkness // viii. Pet – a perfect circle // ix. Keep The Dogs At Bay – seether // x. Run Boy Run – woodkid // xi. Cloud Nine – evanescence // xii. I Will Not Bow – breaking benjamin // xiii. Kill Of The Night – gin wigmore // xiv. To Be Alone – ben howard // xv. Bad Things – meiko ft. dntst rework // xvi. The Rope – hurts