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      there was a creature beating in his belly, waiting to be free. a wild, screaming thing, black-bodied & with claws that tore into all he once was. into all he would be. it wanted to seep from within, it wanted to taste the blood of the man who so desperately clung to it. it was a powerful thing, really & truly.it was blinded by rage & arrogance but it provided something so terribly lethal that it could not be ignored. something eternal. in it’s desire to eat away it it’s host, it had rooted itself in side of him… it was darkness. it would lay waste to all who opposed him. 

                                           indie kylo ren.  // penned by xan. // est. dec. 2017

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if you can't keep up with your blogs don't make them tbqh

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yo ya yo yo what time is it? time for xan to learn how to manage their blogs. 

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[ W I N N I E   T H E   P O O H ] + indie rp blog for winnie the pooh + + dont even look at me if you’re not christopher robin + + roleplaying since 382 B.C + #нσηєу уσυ αяє му ѕυηѕнιηє❁ (self) #ιмαgιηαтιση ιѕ тнє кєу тσ ѕєℓƒ ∂єѕтяυ¢тιση❁ (ic) #¢няιѕтσρнєя яσвιη gяєω υρ тσ вє α ƒυяяу❁ (angst)

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the conversation escalated quite quickly —— one moment, they were talking about gotham city, then the next, jason was talking about how he died once. okay. she wasn’t sure how to respond. ❛ oh. ❜ is all she’ll manage to say to him, noticing how casual he sounded. if you died once, wouldn’t you keep it to yourself? ❛ umm…how’d you die? ❜

               “crowbars. explosions. just the usual, “ he’s speaking casually, but he’s not looking at her. in fact, he seems incredibly focused on packing his new pack of cigarettes, hitting them against the palm of his hand. cognac eyes watch the other out of the corner of his eyes, searching for a reacting. he doesn’t expect her to bevel him; he almost hopes she doesn’t, “ when i say dead, i mean like... dead. clawed my way out of my grave dead.” there is something tighter to the words, ‘  like i said, the usual. “

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cxnsurgo // deserved better.

♡♡Ronnie nods his head, can’t find the right words to respond and only finds a bitterness in his chest. Drug culture was something Ronnie found himself submerged in, always had. You met some choice character when walking the streets at night, you met some interesting people when your father was a drug dealer.

He finds himself falling into silence, lips pressing into a thin line. His skin is crawling, while his stomach twists uncomfortably. He has to remind himself to take in steady breaths of air, finds his mind slowly drifting into that D A N G E R O U S head space. It was rare for Ronnie to talk of his father past a snide comment and there was a reason for that. No matter how many years had passed (F I V E) his father always had a way of breaking him down without even having to be present.

Hands curl into fists without much thought, nails d i g g i n g into the flesh of his palm. It causes a prickle of pain to shoot up his spine, a small reminder that he was here and not with his dad.NERVOUS eyes move up to stare into cognac ones “ᴅᴀᴅ’ꜱ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀʟᴇʀ, ʜᴇʀᴏɪɴ ɪꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴛʜɪɴɢ.”

“ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɪꜱ… ɪᴛ’ꜱʀᴏᴜɢʜ, ʜᴜʜ?”

he feels the shift into silence more deafening than a siren slicing through the chaos of a gotham night. making itself known to all, waking sleeping children & causing them to pray it wasn’t for anyone they knew. he breathes out slowly, watching the way the other’s hands ball into fists, how natural breathing turns into something more controlled... he wonders vaguely if ronnie’s father was still around. if he was, how would he react to the feeling of cool metal against his temple? the barrel of a gun ready to paint the wall in his memories. it was easier to focus on that than his own memories, his own demons. it was easier to focus on ronnie & the way his knuckles turn white with the intensity of balled fists & dark pasts.

he breathes out slowly; emotions had never been his forte, nor would they ever be... digging his heels into the past, into the lingering affects of what had once been. growing up... it’s rough. the words weave in between his own thoughts. memories of his parents; of the run down apartment he had adopted when they has vacated his life through death or... other means. the those thoughts mix dangerously with bittersweet nostalgia of suit that had never quite been his. the one that had dragged him to his grave.

fifteen. he’d been fifteen when he died. the thought rises in the back of his throat like bile & he presses his lips together into a thin line. he didn’t remember much of it; the taste of his own blood, the scent of his burning flesh. him facing his own mortality? 

             “ uh --- yeah. rough. super... rough. “ god, he needed a cigarette. 

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         “ yeah. i died once. “ his tone is casual as he cuts into idle conversation. he doesn’t really care what they’d been talking about prior; he’d lost interest a good while ago. now he lets his words hang in the air, watching the other out of the corner of his eye.  is he joking? is he telling the truth? only he knows. 

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              so i do want to make a little post regarding a few things in my life, explaining why i’m not really as active as normal? because i love writing & it’s honestly making me pretty sad that i don’t have the energy to write like normal? anyways, i have a job now. i’m in a show. i’m having some health complications that i try really hard not to talk about because i have no idea what is going on yet & i just now fixed my insurance situation that was going on a while back. peter is my main blog, indisputably; writing him brings me so much joy. i won’t be taking a break from him, but i’ve said it now & i will say it again; i will never stress myself out over a roleplay blog. what does that mean? all of my blogs will be on low-activity until the end of october. i might have to stretch that time frame out some because when the holidays hit, they will hit very hard. i’ve lost quite a few very important people this year & the holidays are going to be tough on not only me, but my family as well.

 so, yeah — to summarize this rambling mess i have some physical stuff, emotional stuff, show stuff & job stuff to deal with. i love y’all & i’m still here but i’m not going to push myself to do something i do for fun if i don’t have the energy stuff. you can, however catch me on sky.pe or dis.cord! i just wanted to give a little update. 

sky.pe: xanipoo1 discor.d: spidergay#7780

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last night i got permission from @brokenlazarus​ to use this headcanon & i wanted to make my own post about it! i’m going the draw a progression of the white in jay’s hair here in a bit & make an addition to this post, but for now i’m going to explain how i’m going to apply it to my interpretation of jason!

undead. jason is undead; let’s not forget this. we can joke all we want about him dying but that’s something we always have to keep in mind. jason todd has been to the other side. he doesn’t remember any of it but that probably makes him a tinge more in tune with more supernatural circumstances? he’s a pretty firm believer in ghosts/spirits, but he’s not really afraid of them? i think he has this very subconcious understanding of how to act & the fact that something is there. he leaves the tv on for spirits that might linger in his house. he likes to put music on when he leaves for them. 

aging. due to his submersion in the lazarus pit, he no longer ages. he can be killed but will not die on his own & the only mark of the passage of time he bears is the progression of white in his hair. the longer he’s around, the more white is there. it eventually happens it his brows & lashes too, similarly to how the streak in his hair was there. i think the blue in his eyes has a similar progression but it is more gradual. 

glinted eyes. another side-effect of the pit. in certain lights or in the dark, jason’s eyes will glint with a gree very similar to the pit he was submerged in. it’s always very subtle & easy to mistake as you seeing something wrong, but it does tend to give people a very uneasy feeling. it kind of resolidifies the fact that jason todd was dead & no matter how alive he seems now, he’s been to the other side.

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mini-musings:

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    sup, fuckers. no but seriously there are a ton of new people?? that i woke up to?? y’all should like this for a starter when i get off of work!!

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me: i should be asleep me: jason peter todd would be so confused about his sexuality as a youngin & be kind of afraid of telling bruce that he’s not straight (tm) not because he wouldn’t feel like bruce would support him bcs he knew damn well bruce will always love him no matter if he’s gay, straight or a motherfucking lizard...but because saying it to someone else makes it real & when he eventually did talk about it it would be so hard for him because he wears his heart on his shoulder but this is different than that to him & im crying & i’m really emotional for my pansexual son 

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Rocky horror car wash photos with @typicalserialkiller and @snappedwings

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y’all should ask me questions ‘bout ya boi, jason

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POPULAR TEXT POSTS + ASK MEME  (  PART 3  )

❛ i need a reasonable paying job, something like $2,000 an hour. nothing too wild. ❜ ❛ idc (i do care) ❜ ❛ ‘are you taken?’ yes bitch, taken for granted ❜ ❛ half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half is, well, an asshole ❜ ❛ you’re yelling? at ME? the one person who has never done anything wrong ever?????? ❜ ❛ you will find your home, you will find your place. you will find your people. give it a little bit of time but it will happen. ❜ ❛ in order lead a happy life i’m gonna have to disappoint my parents a bit. ❜ ❛ any body else here not good at anything??? ❜ ❛ you can’t force people to appreciate you. ❜ ❛ *puts on baseball cap* i am the dad now… ❜ ❛ i fake smart.. like i’m honestly a dumbass idk shit but i know how to seem like i do.. i’m smart-passing.. ❜ ❛ every straight woman who ever called her platonic friend her ‘girlfriend’ owes me $50 ❜ ❛ i am a professional at misreading tones and overreacting to problems that most likely don’t exist ❜ ❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life, i will be impressed with myself ❜ ❛ you can’t cure sadnesses with a shower but honestly there is no purer place to suffer ❜ ❛ patiently waiting for a kind soul to come along and make everything a little softer, brighter. ❜ ❛ honestly i don’t even play an active role in my life, shit just happens and i’m like oh this is what we’re doing now? ok ❜ ❛ no offense but if i die and no one uses a ouija board to keep me updated on memes i will literally haunt you all ❜ ❛ imma start charging people for hurting my feelings $3 an hour ❜ ❛ i have finally reached the age of most young adult protagonists yet my life is still uneventful??? where is my cool story??? my cool talents??? @ universe i’m pissed ❜ ❛ hello, police? i accidentally stepped on my cats foot and need to be arrested ❜ ❛ *tries to watch 45 minute episode in 20 minutes ❜ ❛ please don’t just come in my life, take my heart and leave. please don’t do that. ❜ ❛ concept: me, 10 years from now, living in a pretty house with my love, sipping a hot cappuccino on a rainy autumn afternoon. our dog curls up next to me in the window bench while our cat snoozes on the bed. i’m financially stable and i’m never tired anymore. the bees are safe. ❜ ❛ i can’t believe what walkie talkies are called ❜ ❛ the gorilla could have died and been done with in like a week but none of you know how to be normal ❜ ❛ me: *is bitter but is also right* ❜ ❛ just saw a girl in high heels long boarding to class. godspeed, my queen. ❜ ❛ i’ve never belonged anywhere, i’m always just in between ❜ ❛ too young for unnecessary stress, i gotta live ❜ ❛ i may not be beautiful but at least i know a lot of useless information ❜ ❛ i’m like always sleepy. i feel like i should be used to this by now and stop complaining about being sleepy but i can’t. always, i’m sleepy. ❜ ❛ lmao no offense… but what’s the point of being mean to people for no reason ❜ ❛ drunk me is the me i really want to be. confident, hilarious, and most importantly, drunk ❜ ❛ “alcohol isn’t supposed to taste good” buddy watch me drink the fruitiest/sweetest shit i can find and enjoy it because i don’t hate myself enough to even begin to consider drinking like.. beer ❜ ❛ tfw you’re already fully aware of the unnecessary self destructive bullshit you’re doing but you can’t bring yourself to do anything to stop it ❜ ❛ hey sorry for not replying i didn’t want to ❜ ❛ honestly how am i gonna make it in the world???? i get a little teary eyed any time someone compliments my personality ❜ ❛ true bonding is when you and your friends are all angry about the same thing ❜ ❛ *touches your hand and looks seriously into your eyes* i am a piece of shit ❜ ❛ lets play ‘how rude can i be until you realize i don’t like you’ ❜ ❛ i love drunk me but i don’t trust her ❜ ❛ hate when i am wearing makeup and still look shitty like what else am i supposed to do? get enough sleep? eat right and exercise??? as if ❜ ❛ i’m not on a high horse. i’m not even on a horse. i’m face down in a ditch on the road of life ❜ ❛ i hate when people ask me what i would do in their situation because 9 times out of 10 i would literally never be in that situation in the first place ❜ ❛ i barely remember the last 6 months honestly like am i even alive ❜ ❛ you had me at ‘hello’ and lost me at ‘i think your friend is cute’ ❜ ❛ i’m pretty sure by now ‘tired’ is just a part of my personality description ❜ ❛ wow i really liked that song now i think i’ll listen to it another seventy times in a row ❜ ❛ ‘shit it’s 2 a.m.’ i say every day at 2 a.m. as if i’m surprised ❜ ❛ i’ve been stressed out since like the third day of second grade ❜ ❛ telling other girls they look pretty is like cracking a glow stick full of positivity and female friendship ❜ ❛ i want to be sun kissed and also people kissed ❜ ❛ about me: glowing, eating peaches, drinking wine in lingerie, not texting your desperate ass back  ❜ ❛ i highly recommend never having feelings ❜ ❛ due to unfortunate circumstances, i am awake ❜ ❛ i’m gonna solve mysteries so fucking good ❜ ❛ what did people even wear in 2008 ❜ ❛ i’ll just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  my way through life ❜ ❛ you know what sucks? everything bye ❜ ❛ me? overreacting? probably ❜ ❛ people asking me what kind of music i like is such a stressful experience ❜ ❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life i will be impressed with myself ❜ ❛ if you listen carefully you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜ ❛ any time you like a boy just know you played yourself. always keep that stored in your mind for later ❜ ❛ hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof ❜ ❛ what i lack in personality i make up for in…….. nothing ❜ ❛ me? cancelled ❜ ❛ an app that tells you how raven something is ❜ ❛ be with someone who will take care of you. not materialistically but takes care of your soul, your well being, your heart, and everything that’s you ❜ ❛ i love the infinite multiverse theory because that means there’s a universe where i’ve pulled every single fire alarm i’ve ever seen ❜ ❛ name a more iconic duo than the lengths i’ll go to both get attention and to avoid it… i’ll wait ❜ ❛ i just want to be treated very gently and smell like vanilla and wear only matte dusty rose lipstick ❜ ❛ 2017 is going to be a very healing year because it’s going to force us to accept that 2007 was ten years ago not three and i think that’s the root of our collective issues ❜ ❛ i just wanna do cute things with you like crush the patriarchy, fight for gender equality, and help to destroy racism ❜ ❛ i may not be that funny or athletic or good looking or smart or talented… i forgot where i was going with this ❜ ❛ how is 2016 already almost over?? like this bitch came in, fucked us up, then left like she gave us a gift ❜ ❛ supercalifragilisticextentialcrisis ❜ ❛ stop breaking your own motherfucking heart ❜ ❛ co-napping is a beautiful thing. knock out with me so i know it’s real ❜ ❛ *on the verge of tears* ok not that i care, but ❜ ❛ it’s not you…. it’s your zodiac sign ❜ ❛ i want to be loved so bad it’s pathetic and embarrassing ❜ ❛ my heart is filled with hate and swag ❜ ❛ ‘i don’t care’ i say, caringly, as i care deeply ❜ ❛ i highly recommend never having feelings ❜ ❛ we all ugly to somebody, don’t trip ❜ ❛ do i have a crush or am i just idolizing this person for being vaguely nice to me? ❜ ❛ my parents were arguing today and my mom said that justin timberlake wouldn’t treat her like this ❜ ❛ kissing is hella rad but no one is kissing me so that makes me hella sad ❜ ❛ everyone’s having their mid-life crisis at like 19 ❜ ❛ there are just people out there that are the embodiment of the sun like the things they say do light up the world and make you feel warm they are human sunshine ❜ ❛ dermatologists HATE me… everyone hates me. i’m so alone ❜ ❛ you know when you realize and you just… realize ❜ ❛ a girl can respect herself and still take booty pics wtf y’all talkin about ❜ ❛ i’m not badass i’m sadass i cry about everything ❜ ❛ inspired by animal crossing, i’ve started doing this thing where i mail my best friends a framed picture of myself and then never speak to them again ❜ ❛ i didn’t know double texting was such a big deal?? i have a lot to say ❜ ❛ can someone please just be proud of me like fuck i’m trying ❜ ❛ cosmo sex tip #367: when you’re in the mood, tell you partner ‘my spidey senses are tingling’ ❜

(  you can find the other popular text posts memes on my old blog: 1, 2 )

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