whispers i won’t be here until sunday so ?????????? p ls i’m doing a hecka dance program
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+ s i l a s !
“ wait !! i didn’t expect you to say okay. ” silas is nearly squealing,
embarrassment flooding his features. “ — okay, okay. i can do this.
i’m gonna fuckin’ DECK him. that’s what i’ll do. ” silas cracks his
knuckles, standing from his seat. “ be ready to bolt. ”
really, she SHOULDN’T be so ( g i d d y ); candied brims parting
to allow another round of hushed SNICKERS to fall before she’s
glancing either side. her sister, on her left, wears a demure smile
& her brother’s got the glass rim of a bottle glued to his foul grimace.
( god, how she wants to piss them off. ) hues flicker up towards silas,
partly in admiration & partly in the slightest inkling of fear, as vanya
herself readies herself for the R U N.
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i want cute threads ????????? like super cute punch me in the face threads ??????? i need cute student revolutionaries kissin at a protest and holdin hands and bein fuckin cute im such trash i
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+ s i l a s !
* ★ : 。 * closed started for @andblood — based off of this.
“ — i’m just sayin’ !! i could punch your dad. right now. i mean, he
could probably slam me across the fuckin’ room, but … seriously.
i’m here to piss of your family, yeah ?? let me at ‘em !! “
( oh god, she’s not able to stifle her giggles anymore. ) ‘ god, yeah --- ---
fuck it, y’know what i mean ?? you’re here to get me disowned, let’s
just fuckin’ go for it. ’
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+ k a i !
SILENCE IS BLISS. none understand that more than the
ebony-haired slim silhouette positioned in the grass,
slender fingertips losing themselves in a sea of green.
the question h a n g s in the air, a heavy weight ( intruding )
upon kai’s train of thought. dark brown hues turn to her
companion, framed by contentedly narrowed lids.
‘ being forgotten doesn’t mean we never existed, ’ she
INSISTS. ‘ the earth won’t forget us when we return to
it. ’ a pause, characteristic inquisitiveness stealing the
peace from her features. ‘ does it worry you ? ’
BROADENED SHOULDERS elevate in an indistinguishable
shrug ; disquietude isn’t an expression that regularly finds
itself ( g r a c i n g ) his features. stormy OPTICS find solace
in the way the male lets papery eyelids flutter closed for only
a moment. ‘ see, esa es la cosa. i don’t know. i want to be
remembered for doin’ somethin’ G R E A T. --- --- so, if i
wanna do somethin’ great, what do i do ? it’s ... ... ’ he is
lost for words ; no vocables form upon a parched tongue as
diego scrambles for the right fillis to bring the thoughts that
beg to be released to life. ‘ i wanna leave, like, a LEGACY.
i just don’t know how. how am i MEANT to leave a lasting
legacy in the twenty-first century ?? ’
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stylehq fuck its a long story
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ill do things later im pissed
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update : im gonna have a rl sketchy few days bc ,,,, g od how do i explain ??? shit is goin down fr nd i gotta be on Top of everythin
also i took 5sos off my banned list bc i forgot how cute calum hood was i hate myself
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+ l o u c i l l e !
❝ look, if you’re lost, just SAY it !! ❞
she mutters, crossing her arms as
she shivers softly. she’s trying h a r d
not to make a big deal out of this, but
the ideas of being stuck in who-knows
-where is not something IDEAL to loucille.
❝ i won’t be m a d okay ?? just tell me
where you think we are and we can try
and figure it out TOGETHER ?❞ her figure
is curling inwards, looking shorter than
usual. she knew her outfit wasn’t the right
one the minute they stepped out. now
she’s sweater-less and s t u c k in a place
that she knows not one BIT about.
‘ i --- i --- i THOUGHT i knew this place ! ’ & when
defeat finally TUMBLES off of bitten, chapped corals,
it’s bitter. something acerbic lingers upon vanya’s
tongue as she labours over the syllables that ( r o l l )
away in discomfiture. her cheeks flush, a sanguine
shade that betrays her previously-defiant countenance
in every way possible. spindly arms cross over her
stomach in an attempt to shrink into herself, & ALL
van r e a l l y wants to do is let the ground swallow her
entire entity whole because HOW could she get lost ? she’s
never been lost here before ; she didn’t even fathom that
it WAS possible to get lost amongst winding roads &
scenery that blurs by from an unwashed car window.
a heavy sigh breaks the seal of her lips momentarily,
before fawn hues gaze upward through blackened lashes
at the other. ‘ i, um. i could call my sister. or one of my older
brothers. ’
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+ a n g e l i c a !
Angelica extended the nape of her neck, gathering the
pool of ringlets to rest upon a single collarbone,
dragging the cheap sunglasses Peggy had bought
them up her face and resting them atop of her head.
“I was just going to say,” she began in her ordinary
haughty drawl that Eliza knew was anything but, “that
I wanted to know if you had any more sunscreen. I
can practically feel my skin peeling over here.”
‘ it should be in --- --- gotcha ! CATCH ! ’
adroit digits abandon her polaroid for
barely a minute ; they wrap round the tube
that her sister so KINDLY requested &
toss it into a carelessly lethargic arch, aiming
in the elder’s general direction. insouciant
( gaiety ) lights up the female’s lips as she allows
symphonic giggles to pour, luxuriate & rich,
from brims that taste ever so slightly of neutral
chapstick & s e a s a l t. ‘ ang, we gotta do this
again, ‘mkay ? i wanna come back. ’
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ft some bad poetry that eventually manifested itself into vanya !!!
five times they told him he was wrong
and one time she knew she wasn’t
( 10:04 pm. )
i.
‘boys don’t play with barbie dolls.’
juvenile negativity spits itself with dripping disgust
from kindergarten lips; the world
is nothing but a blur of pastel colours and sweet
tastes that melt on childrens’ lips
and he is barely five
but his imagination holds no room for plastic trucks
and sports
he is consumed with quixotic dreams
of princesses in foreign lands
and the beauty that finds itself coiled in tight ringlets
that cascade down the elegance of sloping shoulders
princesses were so much prettier than truckers, anyway
ii.
‘boys don’t play with their mother’s makeup, you freak.’
puberty has laid a bitter hand upon his back
whilst mascara and misery find darkened paths
that run in parallel lines down ivory cheeks that he worked to perfect
and he isn’t pretty, they told him so
the world told him that he could never be pretty
even when satin rustles against his thighs
and he loses himself in the way lace lays butterfly kisses
upon his skin
they have told him that he isn’t pretty
and it’s only natural to believe them
because who knows you better than people who don’t even know you ?
iii.
‘god, you’re disgusting. man the fuck up.’
except that he isn’t a he
and there is no room left for him to ‘man up’
because he isn’t a he
but he won’t let it spill
because crystallized fire is only fuel to their flame
and though oasis optics beg to shed
he won’t let them
and instead
he will smile
and maybe strategise the way he will tear himself apart later
because what’s more manly
than smiling at your own pain
iv.
‘you’re only doing this for attention.’
this is not a cry for attention
this is not a cry for sneaky gossip behind half-turned backs
this is self-acceptance
and how its claws threaten to rip gaping vortexes
between ribs that he pulls together in an attempt not to break
even though breaking sounds like such a viable option
and god knows how he wishes he could let himself shatter
into a million, thin glass shatters
and god knows how much he wants to stop
stop the way he hates the eerie image that dances in the mirror
stop the way he hates the way the fact that they still consider him a ‘he’
because god, it punches him right in the fucking gut
and it’s not really like he needs another reason to want
to spill the contents of an aching stomach out again
or again or again or again or again
but it looks like there’s no other option
again
v.
‘you’re a freak.’
maybe it is her confidence that threatens them
or maybe it is the fact that she looks better in heels than they do
or maybe she has just lost the ability to care
about what they whisper when she struts by
because god, she is so much better now
and she doesn’t need to break her mirrors or her wrists anymore
and she won’t ever need to tear herself apart to entertain a fantasy
and she will never have to look at herself like that again
and she is finally what she wants to be
and she has left him behind
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▒ ┋✧ + firebrcnded !
a ( s u n n y s m i l e ) lights up eliza’s brims ; &
whilst sorrel hues are shrouded by cheap plastic,
each inch of her magnanimous grin has vaulted
into temperate irises. balmy zephyrs blow dulcet
symphonies around her solid shape, & bright
sunlight GLIMMERS against her skin. with a gentle
flick of her head, she’ll arch back to hoist up a
d e l i n e a t e d brow. ‘ y e s ? ’
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ofcholer >>> andblood !
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he is the dangerous boy with the wild heart and I am the girl who never stops trying to coax the softness out of his shell. he makes me feel free and I give him the freedom to be, to hurt, to feel, to love. his lips taste like thunder and I have always tried to brave the storm.
i tried not to love him, by j.h. (via alyxofrp)
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rest in peace, prince. a true musical legend, our world got a little less magical today. i hope that wherever you are, you’re still killing it. you were a massive inspiration to me, & i can’t thank you enough. i love you, & i will never forget you. rock on. x
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