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spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.

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spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.

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Your name will be whispered by bloody mouths and broken teeth

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hey so. anyone interested in shipping? 🥺

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hey so. anyone interested in shipping? 🥺

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you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out

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*leaves 'for a smoke' and comes back speckled with blood*

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Metalhead (Ragnar Bragason, 2013)

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Metalhead (2013)

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@rickgrimesdoingrickthings from here!

"Trust you?"

Spit adorned her lips like a rage-spike crown. Vega paced, and paced, and felt the snakes in her chest constrict.

"How the fuck can I trust you?"

"You-- you fucking vanish on me for six! Years! And then you lead these skitstövlar," this was where the saliva cast out, from her mouth to his face, "To my people?"

She'd nearly killed Khan for less. Her heart shatterings were falling through her chest like glass. That shine in his eyes-- she would have seen it if rage and grief weren't overtaking her. If she could See with that jade rather than cut with it.

"I did trust you, Rick, I fucking, I..."

loved you.

But there's no out that she can see. Nothing to help them. The cuffs cut into her wrists like teeth. Any resistance meant death to her people.

Her own lip trembled. She'd hit him before kissing him, but hell if she didn't want to do both.

"Just keep them safe. I'll do whatever I have to to keep them safe. At least promise me that."

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@autresdieu / Luca:  NUDE :  for one muse to walk in on the other while they’re changing. ( shirtless luca, sorry?? )

"Hey, you hear about--"

Ah. Fuck.

Vega's never been good about knocking. Never been good about thinking three steps ahead, two steps ahead, a half-step with one foot in front of the other. Something about the late night high that settles in, evaporating thoughts meant to thrive in the daylight. Her timing is evolutionary.

Her eyes; traitorous, wandering through rectus abdominis valleys about six beats too long.

Stuttering in her chest clicks the pieces back into place, dying just a little more when friends prove pretty.

"I-- fuck."

That should have been a,

--"Sorry."

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@autresdieu / Luca whispered, " i'm real. touch my hands. i'm right here. "

There's something wrong with it; her gaze is a haze of kaleidoscope, peripherally aborted thoughts that flit in and out like flame-licks. Panic sets in like an old friend, caresses her lungs with a flat-tongued sort of ardor. Creeps and crawls up her arms until she's only spider and only webs. Sometimes the nights are like this, hollowing her out, when the crowd gets too loud or the lights get too bright.

--Whatever was in that fucking. Joint.

That's all it is-- not the way her brain misfires, not the way it drives a knife so lovingly, deeply into her back that it penetrates her sickly gut. Not, not. Of course not.

Luca's voice anchors her, and threatens to drown her. Filling her empty chest with water instead of reality sounds a bit too nice for her particular brand of existence, so she listens, latches on. All claws and a death grip that translates into a shaking barely-there sort of grasp. Later, she'll tear herself asunder for clinging. For being flayed open so obscenely.

"You're-- you're real."

It sounds just as fucking stupid falling from her mouth as it had in her head.

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no don't look at me respectfully I want you to be so obsessed with me you want to tear me apart