#couragebore Tumblr posts

  • gloomstalk
    15.02.2022 - 3 monts ago
    @couragebore ( howl )     :     [  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  receiver’s  hand

    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒, 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.     the  touch  is  soft ,  surprisingly  unflashy  considering  the  man  that  offers  it . . . and  maybe  that’s  what  steals  her  full  attention ,  in  the  midst  of  it  all .     her  gaze  moves  between  her  hand  and  his  face  for  a  moment ,  her  cheeks  turning  red  ( curse  her  redheaded  genes ,  she  knows  that  her  blush  spreads  across  her  face  like  dandelions  in  the  summer ) .     her  mouth  opens ,  to  say  what ,  she  isn’t  certain  --  hovers  open  for  a  second  while  she  tries  to  remember .     but  the  first  thing  that  comes  to  her  mind  isn’t  necessarily . . . romantic .          “ you  stole  my  train  of  thought , ”          she  protests ,  though  it  holds  only  half  of  the  heat  it  normally  would .

    #couragebore #couragebore : howl. #ic : sophie hatter.
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  • spectrophobias
    08.02.2022 - 3 monts ago

    ❛ do you think we’re friends in every universe? ❜ finnick to johanna!!

    "no. we're not even friends in this universe." johanna deadpans, her knee-jerk reaction to be just a bit of a dick about it. why own up to something as embarrassing as having a friend when she can just tease him about it instead? "also, i don't believe in other universes."

    but then she grins, elbowing his ribs in a way that somehow manages to be both rough and affectionate, glancing over just to see that wounded expression he gets when she gives him a hard time like this. two absolute drama queens, living their best lives!

    "but if we were friends in this universe, which we're not, i'd assume that's a pretty good sign. i mean, i can't imagine there's any version of me meaner or more fucked up than this one. if you can manage to befriend this me, you can do anything."

    okay, so maybe now she's just being a little excessive. finnick isn't just her friend, he's the best one she's got, and they both know it. she's even admitting it to him, in her own weird little way. they are friends in this universe, so of course they would be in other ones too. that much should be obvious.

    "what's got you so soppy today anyways? the things you ask me usually aren't that dumb."

    @couragebore

    #SHES SUCH A SHIT AND I LOVE HER FOR IT #naughty girl brat rat #shes trying ok........ #shes like dummy!!!!!!!!!!! #obviously theyre bffs no matter what #couragebore #muse; johanna mason
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  • rubyfall
    22.01.2022 - 4 monts ago
    ✱  late  night  texts  sent  to  .  .  .  ANDREW  MINYARD  (  @couragebore​​  )  from  RENEE  WALKER

          THE POST-VICTORY FRENZY ENSUES THOUGH THIS NIGHT IS TAMER THAN MOST. the foxes have returned to their rooms at an early hour considering it was a weekend but that had never stopped them before. they have gone their separate ways yet the hall was still teeming with life behind closed doors. renee herself was making a mess of her own bathroom pulling jugs of developer and conditioner out from under the sink all while she typed out a message . 

    1:12 AM   [  TEXT  TO:  EL PELIGROSITO 💛 ]  i know you might be agreeing to this because you're drunk but i've already packed all my dye so  you can't back out now 

             the contents of her backpack have been dumped out in favor of clips, brushes, and a plastic mixing bowl. while she readies herself the phone lies blissfully silent ━ the other goalkeeper was sparring with his words, especially over text. all the warning she was giving was more formality than communication, she knew he was expecting her regardless.

    1:16 AM   [  TEXT  TO:  EL PELIGROSITO 💛 ]  also is neil awake? does he need a trim? i can bring scissors along with the rest of my supplies

            again, silence. the door to the dorm clicks closed behind her. the aforementioned scissors are already in tow no matter the lack of response.

    1:20 AM   [  TEXT  TO:  EL PELIGROSITO 💛 ]  i only have pink orange and green left in terms of color  orange feels a little too spirited for you but we can mix it with the pink… purple might be nice!  i'll see you in a few
    #allison does makeup and renee does hair together they are actually the foxes beauty squad lol #finally putting my 2 years of working in haircare to use here!!! #not andrew being in her phone as legit the little dangerous one cannot make this up (actually i can!!! ) #.  ˚ ⋆ ✷  (  𝚟    .  ic  /  renee walker  * #.  ˚ ⋆ ✷  (  𝚒𝚟    .  asks  /  renee walker  * #.  ˚ ⋆ ✷  (  𝚟    . couragebore  /  andrew minyard  *
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  • rubyfall
    20.01.2022 - 4 monts ago

            BETWEEN TWO BREATHS YOU SHARE EACH INTAKE AS YOU DO CONSPIRACY. often they talk of the fantastical; anything and everything under the sun that had nothing to do with the game they were about to play. exy had been a way to kill time for andrew ━ she was not so sure if that was the case anymore but she knew better than to ask (  it would be an honest reply though wholly unnecessary  ) instead of brimming hypotheticals they jog in silence various scenarios poised on the goalkeeper's tongue but they stay quieted. ANDREW  MINYARD'S VULNERABILITY WAS EVERY BIT A FOX; WITH ITS  TEETH AND SWIFT RETREAT. if you were to catch it you had to wait with open palm and risk the bite. 

     ✱ andrew  (  @couragebore​  ) caught in rare display of unprompted admittance, ❛ i’ll keep saying i hate everybody, but maybe i don’t . ❜ and it hangs in the air, a startling hopeful thing, with wings rather than claws.

          ❛ because that is what's easier to confess to. ❜ despite her spiritual inclinations, religion did not often come up in conversation between them. though this time it was difficult not to draw a line between what was occurring and confessional. ❛ i hate you; three little words that hug you tight as a blanket ━ it's familiar. ❜ she would know, she had enough of it caged within her chest to flood this whole court. her mother was more like a wound than a person, she used faith to staunch the bleeding but no amount of prayer had yet to stop her from seeing red. I HAVE A LOT OF POORLY WOVEN SUTURES ,  JUST LIKE YOU. if she were to twist and turn in a certain she risked tearing herself asunder. 

           ❛ easy to reach for… like a knife. ❜ past violence recounted in a breeze, a light exhale, it was more relief than regret. TWO SIDES OF THE SAME BLADE, THE PASTEL PALENESS OF THEM BOTH COALESCING INTO AN INDISCERNIBLE MASS. they near the end of their last lap at a crawling pace until they reach a subdued stop. ❛ maybe you should try saying the opposite. ❜ far simpler in speech than practice yet when phrased so plainly it seems to be a more conquerable beast. ❛ i think you can let me hold onto this one. ❜ this knife in particular, this final dagger of resentment, this is a weapon she can do no harm with (  relinquish this to me, just this once  ) she has danced with her loathing long enough ━ what was another partner in the mix?

    #i am still getting the hang of renee so forgive me if this is wonky jean BUT THEM <333 #.  ˚ ⋆ ✷  (  𝚟    .  ic  /  renee walker  * #.  ˚ ⋆ ✷  (  𝚟    . couragebore  /  andrew minyard  * #couragebore
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  • neverafters
    20.01.2022 - 4 monts ago

    🍒 + neverafters please, i love that bitch

    send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them.

    sorry this is for mutuals only

    you know what? okay. this new blog is all about good vibes and that means a lil self love so something positive about myself? (okay yeah, i could literally only think of flaws so this self love thing needs a little work i guess fdsjhfdsfds buT) my slides are cool. sometimes i can make pretty things on photoshop. i'm starting to study people's writing more, which helps me see where my strengths and weaknesses are. i think i'm better at like dialogue and getting inside my characters head, but do not try to get me to write prose. i try to be kind?? and supportive?? and this is really hard but i said a lot of okay things about me so now i'm gonna talk about you hA

    hi jean. uno reverse card bitch :) i remember the first time we talked, we connected so fast ?? which is usually really hard for me with new people but you immediately felt like a friend and not just a stranger on the dash and i just think that's neat. you write all your muses so well and reading through your writing makes me want to get to know your characters better. you seem to have such a good grasp on each of them as characters and it's clear that you care a lot about your muses. i still think your carrd graphic is one of the coolest things i've EVER seen on this hell site and idk i just think you're neat. and i'm so excited to write with you bestie !!

    #couragebore #POSITIVITY TAG — blows you a kiss.
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  • badboysupr
    18.01.2022 - 4 monts ago

    Leo: tries to stay mad at Jason Jason: 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Leo: ffs

    #couragebore#(ooc) #fdhnaodhnjao THIS IS IT OKAY #this is the thread #jason gdi ur too powerful #and it's not helped by leo already having so much of a soft spot for you #yOU DON'T EVEN REALIZE UR USING UR POWERS FOR EVIL #JASON GDIIII
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  • sunpathos
    18.01.2022 - 4 monts ago
    ❝    how    could    I    abandon    my    children?    ❞

    @couragebore​    liked   for   a   one    liner.

    #couragebore #𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾.  esme  cullen #𝗍𝖺𝗀.  interactions #for e/dward! let me know!!
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  • sunpathos
    18.01.2022 - 4 monts ago
    ❝ were you really spying on me? ❞

    @couragebore​    liked   for   a   one    liner.

    #𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾.  annabeth  chase #𝗍𝖺𝗀.  interactions #couragebore #for j/ason! i hope it's alright!!
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  • badboysupr
    18.01.2022 - 4 monts ago
    @couragebore || cont.

        Leo didn’t see Jason for two days after that.

        No one did, which was of course reason to worry and put up an overall fuss that should’ve made Leo feel better since the attention was off him and his blunder, but. Just when he thought he couldn’t feel worse, the gods laughed and gave him this to deal with. His bitterness came from two different places. One was the obvious guilt again, the obvious blame he pinned on himself that festered all the more now that his friend had just gone AWOL and no one had the faintest idea when—or if—he’d return. And the other…?

        Leo almost didn’t want to admit it to himself, immature and unfair as it was to think or feel. But as everyone else on the ship went into a tizzy at the son of Jupiter’s absence, a small shred of Leo pondered whether they’d even care if it had been him. He was the one who had messed everything up, after all, right? What did it matter if their bothersome little repair boy vanished into the night in the same fashion? It didn’t, he knew. Each time he caught that poorly disguised glint of distrust on any of the other demigods’ faces—particularly that Percy guy—Leo believed it more and more.

        He hated thinking the only reason he stuck around was a protectiveness of the Argo II, or maybe just the thought that he was the only one here with the best knowledge to handle it (and hopefully not cause more problems). But the more likely reason was that he personally couldn’t just fly off like some people. He didn’t know where he’d go, what he’d do. And as soon as Piper connected the dots of what happened that night—namely, Leo had been the last one to speak to Jason before his disappearance—he had a really hard time abandoning her when she looked so miserable and desperate for more of an explanation.

        Did he give her one? Not really. He didn’t tell her about Jason’s outburst. He didn’t tell her Leo had pushed him too far. He didn’t tell her that Jason running—or, uh, flying—off was probably at least eighty percent his fault. Leo just, without making any amount of eye contact, said he’d be back, that he needed alone time—that was all. He couldn’t guarantee that. It was a lie, of course. But if he said it enough times, maybe he’d eventually convince himself, too.

        Leo hid away in the machine room most of the time: his own means of being alone and ducking the interrogative questions for even a few hours. Frankly, it wasn’t like he had a ton to work on specifically, but he always managed to find something. Even if that meant taking something perfectly fine apart just to reassemble it again. When Jason found him, that’s where he was again. Tucked in the walls, surrounded on all sides by machinery, because at least in there, he couldn’t hear his own thoughts.

        Jason could’ve been there for a few minutes or an entire hour. When Leo emerged from the ship’s skeleton, mumbling a steady stream of mixed English and Spanish (like he used to as a kid: before he realized they were two different languages), it took him another beat to notice his rigid and motionless friend waiting nearby. Then, he nearly jumped out of his skin. A mix of a yelp and a swear that might’ve been in the latter language burst through his lips as he dropped his wrench (on his foot, naturally) and staggered sideways.

        He wasn’t given too much time to recover before Jason began talking like he wasn’t just away for a couple days—almost jarringly normal, if not quieter than usual. Jason apologized. Not even waiting for any form of a greeting back, he just leapt right to the point, and Leo was so stunned—both by his presence and his words—that the cogs in his brain screeched to a halt in contrast to a racing heart. He couldn’t tell what his own emotions were doing, but for some reason… Why was he suddenly more bitter?

        And was it at himself, or…?

        “Everyone’s been worried about you, man,” he said first, almost offhandedly as he picked his wrench up and stepped around Jason to set it on a worktable. Leo chose to ignore the mention of this not being his fault; he himself wasn’t quite ready to see it that way, but he wasn’t about to try arguing with his friend again after last time. “Do they know you’re back?” Probably not, considering no one was making a huge deal of it like they would otherwise.

        His jaw set, and he feigned immense interest in a collection of blueprints for any excuse not to meet Jason’s eye. Leo sure as hell was not strong or mature enough for that. But he did manage a humorless snort as he considered the plea for forgiveness because… c’mon, dude. How dumb did he have to be to think Leo wasn’t a complete sucker for him, no matter what he did? He didn’t even have to ask. Leo wasn’t exactly merciful enough to make that clear, though.

        Drumming his fingers on the table, he dared a sidelong glance in Jason’s direction. “So, uh, where did you go? I haven’t exactly been storm-tracking.”

    #couragebore#(v: main)#(prose) #long post cw #AAAAAND here we get to witness an ugly side to leo 8') enjoy #gfhnajodghf i love them sm tho i'm cry over this thread T~T #and jason being such a sweetie IMMEDIATELY going to apologize to him ??? #it's so nice and i adore him ;;
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  • spectrophobias
    17.01.2022 - 4 monts ago

    ❛  wanna  tell  me  what  that  was  about ?  ❜ Jason to Hylla???

    "nope. it's none of your business." hylla says briskly, hands balled so tightly into fists that her knuckles have paled. she needs privacy, needs to get away from all of the prying eyes of this stupid camp, so it's only her luck that she runs into jason when she's so close to snapping. she doesn't know how reyna can stand it, being in a place that's swarming with children and other annoyances like this, especially when she had never seemed entirely like a child, herself.

    that's always what it comes back to when hylla visits new rome. the fact that reyna is here and hylla is not, and that she would never in a million years want to be. they can be cordial if they keep each other at an arm's length, but too much time together and they almost always end up butting heads. there's too many things still left unresolved, things that hylla doesn't even know how to start to fix, and sometimes she worries that there's no point in trying, even when she wants to.

    she doesn't know which part of her behavior jason is referring to specifically this time. it could have been the raised voices and the slammed door, or it could have been the way she had nearly bowled over a group of teens and snarled at them to stay the fuck out of her way, or just the way that she was storming across the grounds looking ready to wipe out anyone who draws get in her path after that. she doesn't really care why he's questioning her, she just knows that it makes her even more angry. reyna talks to him, she knows that she does. she knows in the back of her mind that she's lost her right to be bitter about such things, but she still is.

    "unless, of course, you can make reyna stop being such a brat about things. what did she expect me to do, spend the rest of my life waiting on her hand and foot? all these years, and she's still being ridiculous. i'm not her fucking parent."

    @couragebore

    #AS ALWAYS I APOLOGIZE FOR HYLLA SINCE SHE WONT! #couragebore #muse; hylla ramírez arellano
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  • spectrophobias
    17.01.2022 - 4 monts ago

    ❛  you  don’t  have  to  be  nice  to  everybody . ❜ Finnick to Annie

    "if i don't, who will?" she asks, winding an already wavy lock of hair around her fingers. she isn't arguing with him but genuinely asking, almost hoping that he has an easier answer. not everyone has been particularly kind to her since she won the games, and even annie has to admit that it's a little exhausting trying to meet all of that with kindness. for the last year, it's felt like everyone had something to say about her, from criticisms over her win to her looks to her mental state. even back in the relative calm of their district, she knows that there are plenty of hushed rumors about her still. and she tries her hardest to ignore them, holding her head high when she goes out and greeting everyone with a smile, even the ones who stop talking abruptly when she goes by, like she's too stupid to piece together what that means.

    "maybe they're having a bad day, or a bad week, or even a bad year. maybe they've just had a bad life. people aren't usually mean for no reason. and why would i want to make things harder for them?" even if it's not a good reason, annie had come to realize that there's usually some sort of justification behind people's actions. if the ladies at the market have such sad and boring lives that gossiping about her is what brings them joy, she can give them that. it doesn't always feel good, but it feels better than being mean back. annie has snapped back once or twice, and it always ends up making her feel worse.

    "sometimes it feels like being nice is one of the only things i have left. i won't let anyone take that from me too. even if sometimes that means i'm too nice, because i think sometimes the worst people are the ones who need it the most."

    @couragebore

    #she meets johanna and is like see!!!! #her thesis has been proven!!!!!! #sometimes mean people are the biggiest softies of them all................ #couragebore #muse; annie cresta
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  • singofus
    15.01.2022 - 4 monts ago
    @couragebore:
    EROS HAS BEEN AROUND A LONG TIME, since before the days of the Olympians and Titans both. He’s wandered every corner of the earth many times over, but it’s the one thing he never grows tired of. He loves the surface, even if he was bitter at it for the longest time for being the realm where he belongs in place of the realm of his birth. It helps him sometimes to remember it, to wander the less populated places of the world. Though he adores humanity, they can grow so exhausting.
    It is with these dual purposes in mind that he once again travels this forest, but it feels different this time. Somehow it feels more alive. He doesn’t have the words to explain that sensation, or the feeling that he is being watched, until he feels a whisper in the back of his mind. He’s not fully certain it’s there at first, but then it comes again and again, and it drives him deeper in.
    He does not answer the voice, trying to follow it instead. It grows more insistent the longer he ignores it. He can feel the impression of anxiety, of fear, that would have sent a human running, but he is not a human. He is not even a god, technically speaking. He is Passion incarnate and such tricks do not work on him. His sharp eyes look through the trees but he sees no one. Perhaps a forest spirit? He’s not sure.
    The tone of the voice changes and he stops, his bare feet gentle on the ground. His golden wings flutter behind him, restless. It is not natural for his kind to be still. “My purpose?” he repeats. “I have been to this forest before. I wished to see it again. What is your purpose, little one, that you play such games? Am I trespassing in your forest, perhaps? It belonged to no one last I came.”

    Pan does notice the god try to follow his voice and soon began to shift the direction it seemed to come from. It was a little relieving that they seemed unable to tell Pan was not close by. They fell for the illusion that much.

    Although the being may be calm, ignore his questions, the animals of the forest first grew restless and then fell quiet as Pan's anxiety became more apparent. They were preparing to run at the first note of that horrifying scream.

    Hearing they had been to the forest before, Pan couldn't help but be a little curious about that. Then that immediately changed to offence at the 'little one' term. He was no dryad! He bristles at that despite the knowledge that they didn't know what he looked like. The best he could do was suddenly increase the intensity of that persistent feeling of being stalked, showing off more of his power. Little one, hah!

    "I don't own this forest, but I am its protector. I make sure everyone who enters is not going to disturb the wilderness it holds." That was partly true, but he also just wondered if this was some kind of trick or someone was sent to find him. He could not see signs of deception but that did not mean it wasn't there. Right now he had no time to divine an answer either. "It's also my home. I have a right to know who enters it."

    This was no game, they had already proven themselves no fun to stalk.

    #(had to adapt this so the xkit rewritten trim post thing works) #. | a foreboding and mischievous shadow amongst the trees (pan) #. | stalking and chasing (domain) #couragebore
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  • spectrophobias
    23.02.2022 - 3 monts ago

    what kinda physical touch would just absolutely destroy u rn? marni wallace edition !

    just a good ol hug!
    like a nice hug where someone holds u around the shoulders and you grab onto their back like a lifeline and bury ur face in their neck. u wanna lean against someone and cry so bad look at u

    tagged by: @flcraldaze

    tagging: @marblewon @couragebore @suchmayhem @debtwon @warnsyou ! 💙

    #YEAH........ yeah............ #m; marni#:)))))) #thank u for tagging me 🥺 #and ofc nobody has to do this i just love u all
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  • dubovoye
    02.02.2022 - 3 monts ago

    FUN  OOC  STUFF.

    name / alias:   evered 

    nickname/s:    none really, but i don’t mind ev

    height:    5′6″ and a touch

    nationality:     canadian

    favourite fruit(s):      pineapple and blackberries and cherries and peaches ! fruit is good idk man it tastes good

    favourite season:     autumn bc im gay and unoriginal

    favourite scents:    pumpkin spice, baking bread, vanilla, gingerbread, and apple cinnamon

    favourite animals:     cats, horses, alpacas and llamas, and whales !! oh and squid

    tea, coffee, hot cocoa:     tea usually, but hot choccy when i want to treat myself or i feel sad :(

    average hours of sleep:     9-10 ideally, but usually 8

    when my blog was created:     feb 15, 2019, so we’re coming up on 3 years on this blog pretty soon actually!

    random fact:     uhHhHh orchids! moth orchids are a funky house plant because how we grow them in pots just isn’t how they usually exist in nature, and so taking care of them is only different from taking care of other plants bc we’ve just Fucked how they are supposed to exist in nature, and have to account for that with a bunch of extra steps

    favourite food:     hmm , dessert pastries. pies , cakes, cookies, etc. fried chicken also

    favourite t.v. shows:     zoo !!!!!!!!

    favourite movie:     uhhh idk . realistically it’s probably moana but i also love the maurice movie too

    favourite vine:     i want to see my little boy here he is  or  what do you have A KNIFE , NO!

    sexuality:      ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk anymore. i thought i was pan, and then a lesbian, but at this point im just Vibin

    pronouns:     they/them

    favourite book(s):     ooOoOo maurice by e.m. forster, war and peace by tolstoy, the song of achilles by madeline miller, winter’s orbit by everina maxwell .... and many more probably

    favourite video game(s):     ............................ minecraft  😔😔😔😔😔

    favourite band(s):     don’t have one, i just listen to songs at this point

    favourite subject:     political science

    guys or girls:     what does this mean? what does it mEAN ?????????

    last time i cried:     lmao like last night

    what i should be doing:    lesson planning :/

    favourite fandom:     all of me n ros’ weird little two person fandoms at this point ewdfrgtfrd

    TAGGED BY:     stolen! from @poetsung​ and @aleximedicus​

    TAGGING:     @andessence , @odairing , @screenviolense , @couragebore , @warnsyou , @morsquies , and You reading this right now <333333

    #the problem is that i dont Want to read kant so im doing this instead #but i shall trundle off to my weary wares...... #mun
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