#dakotapost

[bachigiris]

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seabirds blue lock sideblog.

tme + white + likes + follows from @sinisteryuri

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[bizlybebo]

i swear i am actually a very normal and well balanced person in real life i simply am able to hit post far too frequently on here without thinking

[intertexts]

had a throwaway thought vaguely related to the tranches but The Character will literally have u doing insane person behavior. realized that out of all of them dakota would be the one distressed about someone who's not on the insurance driving & had to like sit and stare at the wall for a minute.

[raining-anonymously]

sorry for dakotaposting (it will happen again)

[herethereverywhere]

but also something about dakota in the first 5 episodes of the prime defenders and dakota now. something about how dakota did put up a front, especially at school. something about how tide and pd never had any expectations of how dakota was supposed to act. something about how dakota protects himself from the world but never, ever, from the prime defenders.

[thoughtsbygemini]

The Feeling of Color

Green. That was his favorite color. Not just any kind of green, more like the forest-y viridescent color you see on the leaves of trees. Green. That was the color of my eyes. He told me they reminded him of the woods near his old home. Soon, he grew tired of the color and his preference turned blue. Ha. Blue, isn't that ironic? Blue is the same color I turned when I stood outside in a blizzard begging him to stay with me. Blue became more than just a color that day, it became a feeling. I froze to death that night. I remember leaving my body and looking down at my now blue skin and frosted lips. Wondering if this was a dream. If only you opened your door for me. If only you didn't lose that feeling for me. What’s that damned feeling called? Red. That was the color that flowed beside me as I tried to relieve the pain I felt. The pain you caused. Remember the time you were so infuriated with me, all because I went to a party? I came home to you that night feeling pink. Pink rosy cheeks and bloodshot eyes as I swayed side to side, a little tipsy. Everything went black after that. Your warm brown eyes turned black, maybe even your heart did too. I woke up the next morning and felt purple. The same deep plum shade that was spread across my face with tinges of green. They matched the long purple bruises stretched out across my neck. I forgave you for that, you said you were so sorry- that you felt so red in rage and something took over. How did I love you so? How do I continue to miss you and feel the velvet feeling of lust and love that burns inside of me? Or how about that time I introduced you to my best friend? You were so shocked it was a male and accused me of fucking him behind your back? Everything was white after that. My mind and body were finally at ease and I was drifting. I felt relaxed and calm, a piece of me hoped this would last forever and I would not wake up. Funny that I somehow still received my wish but on your terms- not mine. You made me feel like all there was in the world was black and white, your way or no way. Now I see that there is color and all it took was my life. Death is such a beautiful shade of onyx and I am covered in it. I am free now. Life was holding me hostage as if I were a prisoner and at first you were the warden locking me up into this life. You would tease me and dangle the option of eternal rest in front of me but never fully gave in. At first I was scared, for I did not want to die. I never knew how pleasing this could be. Then after almost kissing the grim reapers lips for the third time… I knew I wanted to do more than kiss death; I wanted to fuck the reaper. When you would call me a whore and sabotage my physical and mental being repeatedly I used to cry, did you notice when I began to be silent? Did you notice that I stopped trying to fight back? I wanted to slip away into the darkness that consumed my mind and allow it to take my soul. I loved you deeply and I thank you eternally for giving me what I’ve been dreaming of. Because you didn’t open your door and left your favorite color for the blue eyes that remind you of the sky, I died. I felt her icy blue gaze wash over me and I loved it. I begged for you that night. And as I lay outside in negative 12 degree weather- I begged for pale death to transport me. With you death seemed so tempting and promising, I yearned for it. Once I was without you death was there. Everything in me was decaying and I am finally replenished. Black. That is MY favorite color.

[intertexts]

man i really need to do some more wibbyposting and dakotaposting.....

[raining-anonymously]

sorry for dakotaposting(it will happen again)

[thoughtsbygemini]

The Act

I thought you showed me you, and so I showed you me We spoke of possibilities that coincided and became “we” Little did I know that you were a man of many faces Showing different sides of you as we went through phases

But I have a secret too I do not love you Never have and never will

I know it might be hard to get, but Im a woman with many skills One of them was acting like you were the one I wanted Because in the back of my mind, my old lover still haunted I only dreamt of him You may have been putting on an act, and lover so was I When you think its surely over, the show will just begin