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        MUSE AESTHETICS:  LYRICS EDITION.

bold what applies to your muse, repost, don’t reblog! tagged by:   @urlicorice​ tags:    @wannabelieve​

to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die. | under a bus, with my fingers crossed. | it feels like nothing matters in our private universe. | take me, i’m yours. | i’ll be a rock and rollin’ bitch for you. | you want the real story? you shouldn’t ask me. | i’m so drunk, i don’t mind if you kill me. | i don’t pretend to know what you want, but i offer love. | you’re so mean, baby! | she will have her way. | i’m bored; come on, let’s get high! | why don’t you walk away? | where i go, there’ll be no kind welcome. | into temptation, right where you belong. | we’re still outsiders. | i never feel pain, won’t you hit me again? | oh, i just don’t know where to begin. | practically all is nearly forgiven. | black words slipping off my tongue. | couldn’t it be easy to believe? | you are afraid of me; that’s why you’re so unkind. | sinner; i have never learned. | desolate in anger and safe in isolation. | do you feel the pressure? | i wanna be forgiven. | spare us the theatrics and the verbal gymnastics. | how i needed you when i needed you. | history has been cruel. | do you see what i see? | is there anybody in there? | i’d beg for some forgiveness, but begging’s not my business. | we may never meet again, so shed your skin and let’s get started. | every day i love you less and less. | there’s nothing that you love that i’ll ever miss.

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   like for a starter  !!

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   like for a starter  !!

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   like for a starter  !!

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“ the team with the better six is stronger ,  you dumbass!         independent  //  highly private iwaizumi hajime from haikyuu !!  as loved by iri ,  non spoiler free  /  semi - active .

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me: going 100mph (100 mistakes per hour)

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PINKIE - CHAN.

❛     —- -  LIFE  HAPPENS.       ❜

 denoted  in  response  to  a  stranger’s  quizzical  stare.  this  is  a  whispered  confession,  a  flower  of  revelation,  your  soul  ghosted  upon  paper  like  charcoal,  like  blood,  like  air.   this  is  your  ruination,   it  is  the  call  of  the  void,  black,  unseeing,  beetle  -  eyed.  unforgiving.   this  is  the  end  of  endings.  these  words  do  not  come  without  a  price.  theses  words,  which  for  so  long  have  pushed  against  birdboned  ribs,  the  fissures  of  elated  stomach,  your  backbone  — -   squirming,  writhing,  pleading,  demanding,  as  we  all  do,  to  be  realised.  to  be  known.   

 fingers,  bandaged,  seeping  cherry  ripe,  black  eye,  cut  lip,   and  the  half  empty  bottle  of  a  thousand  something  dollar  whiskey  cradled  in  frail  hands.  all  the  markings  of  a  warrior  after  a  long  war.  the  night  bleeds  an  awful  black,  and  you  tilt  the  bottle  towards  the  stranger  in  a  knowing  peace  offering.    ❛     BUT  ALCOHOL  HELPS.    ❜ 

  liquor bottles scratch the fingers cherished to a dancer ,  feet delicate and precious to heart  -  wrapped in bandages with cracking bones and breaking skin ,  left to rest against scarlet  /  broken trainers .   fingers he own comes forth ,  parting cherry lips that touch glass bottles ,  all belonging to the younger girl that sat a mess before him  -  wiping red sickening off and pulling the glass towards him .  gulping back the burning taste and left kiss around bottles edge ,  resting against stone wall too allow aching back a break .   black eye ,  cut lip ,  the bleeding of humanity rested upon them both .  suiting their gentle faces and bitter ways .  ❛   damn right it does !  ❜    meeting the boy of giant growth and soft dances ,  was a mistake itself .  laughter erupting as alcohol splatters past closed eyes and against gentle blonde hair .

 ❛  jeez !   i told my friend that  -  that you aint meant to say alcohol !  we aint drinkin’ poison !  this is ... whiskey right ?  ye’ think they mix it with a key then ?  whisk ... key !  get it ?  ❜   poison runs inside your veins ,  not in the drink you take over and over again .

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YOUNG BAKUGOU.

footwork ?   ───  subject repeated by silent mouth as back moves to lean against cool wall.  a body   constantly burning   with heat ready to blow finds relief in sudden shiver that runs up strained muscle of his back and shoulder   ..   bead of sweat still managing to drip down a tense temple, as teeth begin to chew the inside of his cheek. crimson pools burning holes onto sensei’s forehead    //   bakugou was no stranger to the   sloppy demeanor   carried by the man he was meant to respect    (   ha  !   )   some might find his ways to be  MODERN   and maybe even  COOL   ;  but rage filled youth cant help but feel besmirched, were they not good enough to be taken seriously ?  he’ll think as hand rises at the same time as body snapping back to attention, matching that of fellow students. he will not wait to be called upon however, instead approaching as he speaks,     ❛    i  have a question.    ❜    tongue sharp but voice not matching that of his usual malicious tone. instead lip filled to the brim with a genuine curiosty. boy stops in his tracks once he’s close enough to catch a whiff  . 

───────    ❛    yeah  ..  why are we bein’ taught anythin’ by a drunk  ?   ❜

      ❛  oh?  ❜    as the boy steps forwards ,  hands that rested against the desk lifted to hold each arm  -  crossing arms over chest and fingers (oh missing thanks to friends of past) to gently rest against heated body .  though sight not strong and body intoxicated ,  he was a teacher all the same .  allowing tongue to slice through the thoughts all children seemed to hold .  interesting ...   ❛   bakugou katsuki i assume ...  why?  simple .  you were kidnapped ,  midoriya over there has broken more bones and flesh then a child should ever experience .  todoroki is new to his flames still .  should i mention the rest of you ?  you all lack stance ,  control over your normal human bodies  -  you all focus on the quirk and not yourselves .  why a drunk? because im a great drunk !   the pro heros have confidence in my teaching abilities and so should you all .  now ,  katsuki bakugou .  please stop staring at young todoroki over there and get back in with the others ,  unless you wish to stay behind and train some more?  ❜   his words tumbled like a volcanic eruption ,  after speech he sits back with arms thrown behind his back and sends words out through loud expression  .    ❛ OOOOAH !  that was rather mature of me huh ?  aha nice!  ❜

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TOUKA.

            ❝            OH YEAH? MIGHT AS WELL      be yours.      ❞    She said this in such a playful manner, her voice all    silver-tongue    and    sweet    as she gave him one of those infectious smirks one would remember for a thousand miles,    ❝      For all we know, it could’ve ended up in between your butt cheeks at some point in the night. I    never    would’ve doubted it.       ❞    She tugs her hair behind her ear, and takes in the sight of him, wounds inculcate his skin, old and fresh ones as the smell of sex was something she has grown used to. He was such a handful, she knew this, and yet, she can’t help herself, but to feel a soft spot for him,    ❝      C'mon, you    big baby.      ❞    She pulled him by the arms,    trying again,    as she removed his hands away from his face,    ❝      We gotta tighty you up for the day. If you don’t get out of bed, you’ll leave me no choice but to    kiss    you, and we both know, we    don’t want that.    So get up!       ❞

  ❛  too much detail !  ❜   joy drips from groaning body with lazy smile of breaking teeth ,  nuzzling the fabric closer to him as the smell drowned him ,  losing to waves of pain and suffers  -  feeling skin open and away from blankets and exposed to the others sight .  but not even caring for the soft eyes ,  knowing she has seen worse of him  /  groaning louder when hes pulled up ,  weakly sitting forth to rub his eyes .   staring forth and groaning ,  shaking head fast and faster until she spoke forwards  /  a shiver of ice down his aching spine of nerves and muscles , meaning to joke but true fear slithers forth .

   ❛  please dont !   that would be weird for both of us ......  ❜  eyes looking elsewhere ,  knowing if gaze met he would either freak or kiss  -  a boy born off troubles to drown alone ,  lifted like an anchor against the waves by the mermaid who sings .   what a twisting song .  ❛  y’know we .... that would be .... eh ,  u m  .  aha  -  so what are we doing today ... ?  ❜ 

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urlicorice.

            ❝      IT’S 2 IN THE AFTERNOON!      Why are you    still    in bed?      ❞     She removes the covers from his face and reaches out to pull him out of bed,    ❝      We were supposed to meet each other at noon, and now I’m over here trying to    haul    your ass out of your very own apartment!    ❞    She blows air into her hair, and looks around the room, throwing her hands over her hips as she looked unimpressed,    ❝      Is that your    underwear    I see on the floor?      ❞

   body ached with thrumming beats of aching ivory and broken veins  -  crimson painted corner of swollen lip and graze suited brow that furrowed in the morning light .  arm lifting with its own wounds to cover his features ,  a long drawn out grown tumbling past as body tossed to the other side  -  meeting pillows all bunched up together .   smells nice .....   ❛  mmm ...  ❜    its ruff and deep and full of holes ,  however voice broke out before rubbing sore eyes to lift up  -  seeing the other making face tighten into a small grin  .  stupid really ,  because that hurt .   ❛  if its not a thong ,  then yes .... two ......... mmm. ...   oops . ❜

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  lacking oxygen caused ribs to shiver and heavy gasps for air past broken lips ,  bent into himself to sit on the floor  -  training hard for the coming performance in korea .  a gift given and happiness causing fingers to grip giant hoodie and lips to shiver in joy ,  heart raising to think such an opportunity came up for him .  however attention snaps when people screamed ,  excitement towards the person that just walked in .   brown eyes lifted and stared ,  slowly registering who this person was ...  wait why is he here in japan ?     //            @decidemn.  yanis.

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my plan B for everything is to die before it happens

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okay but …… im thinking hase being a starting teacher at U.A .

to add to this ,  he would be a movement teacher  -  teaching the kids how to dodge and avoid attacks .  teaching them how to hold themselves in battle and to get the best out of their quirks in certain positions .  though drunk he is clever when it comes to movement .

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i.   someone once told me ,  that shooting stars are really just angels throwing away their cigarettes  before god could catch them smoking .   //   broken child.

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    ❛  class dismissed .  ❜   when the bell rang his freedom came ,  sitting down into his chair to rest sore ,  bleeding legs and numb cheek  -  ice held against it to sooth the throbbing pain of tooth ache .  yet clear unknown drink was still gulped like water ,  resting back in wooden chair before noticing the student in front of him .  deep sigh of golden flakes exhales ,  going to sit up to act the age he was meant too ,  never will i sign up for this shit again .   ❛  what y’want kid?  class is over .  you can go home now . ❜   home was built of warmth of love and comfort ,  love is family  -  enjoy that child .     //       @statictouched.