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guess who is at flamecon in nyc at this very moment, drinking pinot noir and chilling?  This asshole (me, not robin)!

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@fearprophet 💚’d for a starter!

“And who are you, again?” Lex asked, having not been able to recall the name of the man he was looking at.  He was attractive, for sure, but apparently not memorably so -- for now, anyway.  Lex was fickle that way, and never quite sure if he liked how someone looked.  

Maybe it had to do with not paying attention to his own appearance except as a costume.  He didn’t really care.

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i’ll be around this whole weekend, so if anyone wants a starter, hit the like button and i’ll get one to you.

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gunpowder, gelatine, dynamite with a LASER beam – do you think the x-men movie set in the 1960s could’ve done with some trans representation?  well, then, do i have the indie rp blog for you!  hit like or reblog if you want to interact with a TRANS GIRL version of the xmcu take on ALEX “HAVOK” SUMMERS.  written by m, played by warhol superstar candy darling – she’s a KILLER queen!

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breakrefuser:

a “you’re my best friend but please be my fake s/o for my family Christmas party you’ll get free food and we’ll be at a nice cabin but my family always asks why I don’t have a s/o and I need this from you shit we slept together this is awkward” plot

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                                     Now, I’m not looking for absolution, 

                  ��                        forgiveness for the things I do.

                                       But, before you come to any conclusion,

                                                 Try walking in my shoes.

promo by Hailey

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reblog if your muse is trans/nb!

Working on a masterlist of trans and non-binary characters. Please specify your character’s gender and pronouns in the tags!

(if you reblogged the other post previously, you should already be on the list)

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Gone Girl (2014) dir. David Fincher

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love, he says, is not real. he’s said it again: with his nails digging in my collarbone, those flighty night-howls always drowning his voice.  but it’s still shaky: i think he’s like a faulty clockwork that won’t admit it’s malformed / breath trembling when he says it yet his greedy fingers want more to grasp upon. define pressure point for me, & I’ll tell you what’s his. love is not real, he says when all lights are out, hips moving carelessly. ( when i say I love you, he never laughs, but  his lips tremble & he whispers, don’t do this to me )

Demi Ev./ pressure point (via nehmesis)

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first. he touches you and you light on fire. your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. the burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. it’s so hard to breathe. you’re suffocating daily. second. it hurts to watch him. he shines. he’s brighter than the sun, he’s too beautiful for your eyes. it’s hard to look at him. it’s even harder to look away from him. you’re going blind. third. your ears are tuned to his voice. you could pick him out in a sea of thousands. his voice makes pretty singers who sing pretty songs sound dull. his voice makes everything else sound ugly. fourth. the color of his eyes is blue enough to drown in. he is turning you into a clichéd love-wrecked being. you’re drowning, always sinking. down, down, down. fifth. you know him. you love him. through a thousand lifetimes, across millions of stars, you’d find him, you’d never leave him. you love him, till death do you part. ( sixth. he loves you, too. )

five things you know and the one thing you don’t. 19/09/14 

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martyrsheart

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I don’t know when it happened, but I became so bitter you started to hate the taste on my lips. It was easier. The big, barking, bad world took a bite and wanted another and I offered my body like a sacred sacrifice.

– Schuyler Peck, Mad World (via schuylerpeck)

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Kiss me in public. Put your arm around me so people know I’m with you. Call me babe in front of our waiter. Pull me in because I’m just not quite close enough to you. Make me watch that one tv show that’s your guilty pleasure. Tell me your biggest fear and I’ll promise to protect you. Kiss me at red lights because if you don’t then I’ll kiss you. Show me the one song you can never listen to without crying. Don’t hide the tiny details about you. Because I’ll remember every one of them.

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(inspired by @mymycorrhizae)

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this rage/never asks for much/but sometimes it takes/all of me.

Lana Rafaela (via wnq-writers)

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D.H. Lawrence, “Last Words To Miriam”

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