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Warnings: swearing, forced proximity

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The sound of running echoes through the storage house. Prowl halted his advancement with an irritated vent, doorwings fluttering in agitation. His investigation had led him here but now he was in a chase. 

Instead, a tiny fleshling's escape had disrupted everything. Watching it flee in panic, he briefly considered the merits of giving chase versus simply calling for backup. But allowing an organic to get themself killed wasn't something he wished to write out reports over. 

With a muttered Cybertronian curse, Prowl continues  giving chase. lights flickering to illuminate the warehouse's shadowy depths. His scanners locate the human's heat signature as they continue running and throwing things behind them to try and stall him. 

The human takes off under more shelving, taking an opportunity to throw a paint can in Prowl's direction, he swiftly raises an arm to block the flying projectile with an irritated hiss. When they try to scale the scaffolding, his strides lengthen enough to gently yet firmly enclose grasping fingers around their torso before more perilous stunts could be pulled.

"Desist this behaviour at once," he droned, holding the squirming human away from his body protectively but firmly. His doorwings twitched in irritation.

"I said I would not harm you. Now explain or I shall be forced to manually sedate you." His tone remained dispassionate though patience waned. He needed to know where the other traffickers were, if there were others. 

Cooled air blew from his vents as piercing optics assessed the organic, ever analytic processor weighing their next move.

Panicked breathes come from them as they squirm, "let me go!, let me go!" They shriek. Prowl suppressed another irritated groan at the tiny organic's persistent shrieks and useless struggles against his secure yet harmless grip. 

With another exasperated vent, "Cease this immediately. Panic will not aid your predicament. Now answer: how did you come to be here?"

"I don't know! You fucking kidnapped me!" They shout. Prowl cycled his vents with long-suffering patience, doorwings fluttering with barely-contained irritation. These organic creatures proved taxing. 

"I can assure you with 100% certainty that I did not 'fucking' kidnap you," he replied dryly. "Were that the case, would I now be wasting valuable processor power tolerating these hysterics instead of my intended operation?" 

Optics remained focused on them, Patience thinning, "I require information." His biolights flashed exasperatedly. "Now stop flaying. I intercepted your traffickers' signal and followed it to this warehouse,Tell me of your captors - numbers, appearance, probable location. I will terminate their operation, then see you to safety and medical care." Slowly he brought the creature closer, servos cupping protectively, Prowl raised an orbital ridge, vocals polished with aloof confidence. 

"I don't know asshat!I don't know, they kept me locked in a box, I could only hear them or see them when they brought me food" they whimper. while trying to hit his servo with their hand, wanting him to let go. Prowl cycled another steadying ventilation, recognizing the human was spent more than expected after the distressing ordeal. 

 His doorwings tilted slightly lower in a posed effort to seem less intimidating. "Very well." He resigned himself to improvising. "You require medical care and safety until you can be relocated. You will come with me back to the station."

His call brought over an enforcement cruiser, he filled them in on the situation. After he's done he transforms Depositing the human inside not so gently as he takes off, Prowl coordinated his team via comms to wrap up operations.The drive proceeded in uncomfortable silence.

Prowl's doorwings flickered tautly as he faced off against a surprisingly immovable Optimus Prime, it was rather strange seeing him back in the force. 

"With all due respect, Prime, you cannot expect me or any other officer to alter standard duties caring for an unruly petro-rabbit," he retorted coolly. "It creates disruption and liability. The logical solution remains finding accommodations better suited among its own kind."

Optimus' field pulsed mild reproof. "Prowl, the human has no such option, until a ship can be organised for safe transport,  No one has come forward for guardianship, and due to the circumstances I doubt anyone will. It now falls to you." His tone allowed no argument.

Prowl suppressed a disgruntled noise. "While protecting all sentient life aligns with your doctrine, I have covered several orns of duties already and can not be diverted to care for this...squishy."

“Prowl this is not up for debate” Optimus states, it makes Prowl want to snarl back at him but he holds back storming out of the office, picking up the human as he goes. 

Despite Prowl's protest the human ends up in his guardianship, and he is forced to take them back to his apartment. The drive is rather uneventful; both of them are quite not wishing to speak to the other. And he's not happy about the situation. 

Prowl set them down none-too-gently upon a seating unit in his private hab, before whirling to pace agitatedly across polished flooring. His doorwings flared in sharp, irritated angles. “Ow what the fuck asshole!” Thye shout while rubbing their sore joints. 

"This situation has become utterly untenable," he spat without glancing at the organic, servos gesticulating crisply to emphasise each word. "I am a law enforcer and tactician, not a crèche worker to cater to some fleshy creature disrupting my operations” 

He jabbed an emphatic digit toward the human. "You will remain here, while I am absent. Do not wander or touch anything. Refuel only at designated intervals so as not to inconvenience me further."

Prowl knew he should modulate for the soft sensory packages organics possessed. But rationality abandoned him in the face of such unprecedented upheaval to his routine.

"Once communications are restored, the earliest ship will relocate you back to your kind. Until then..." He cycled a furious ventilation. "Do not compromise my operations or wander further than your unwanted presence already has." His frustrated field pulsed like an agitated bear, before he spun on a heelstrut moving to his table to overlook datapads and check how things had been progressing. He begins taking comm calls as he types away. 

They flip him off, turning their back to him, their eyes linger on the soft cloth Prowl had laying on the table. They look back at him, eyes linger for a moment watching him argue over comms with others but at that moment they didn't care, they were sore, tired and just wanted to sleep. His engine revved with barely-contained outrage. How dare that little organic upset his living space so profoundly

Prowl paced in his office, doors twitching erratically as comm traffic flooded with commentary on his new "ward." Finally he slammed a fist on the console, engines snarling. "The first transport capable will deliver it back through the spacebridge."

He jabbed frustratedly at a datapad, recalibrating schedules disrupted by this nonsense. Unwelcome surprise flashed across his HUD."first ship available, you are gone. Until then, do not tax what remains of my patience." His words were scorching weapons aimed to inflict. 

They ignore him moving towards the cloth, curling themself into it and making a makeshift bed and blanket. Shivers rack their body over how cold the apartment is but they aren't willing to say anything instead turning away from Prowl and hunkering down into the cloth.

 Green makes her presence known with noises, the flyt taking to Prowl's shoulders, chirping at her owner as she snuggles against prowl. Prowl vented hot air through clenched dental plates, 

His plating clamped tighter as Green chirps around his helm in useless attempts to soothe. With a swat, he sent the pet flying off in a frustrated burst of motion. Even his flyt pet proved irritating at that moment!

They let out a choked up gasp as Prowl picks them up, wrapped in the cloth, "where are you taking me!" They shout. Prowl rumbled with barely-restrained ire as he carried the bundled human toward his personal berth. "Silence," he snapped when it squealed. "I require recharge and will not suffer your disruptions further." Cycling another vent, as stomped toward his hab suite. A brief check of climate controls explained the shivering organic - it was no wonder, given the mech ran hotter.

With a few taps, the thermostat warmed to a more suitable temperature.  He moves towards the berth dumping them onto the hard surface, Prowl loomed over the human once more, entire frame radiating impatience.

His plating clamped taut as he deposited it onto the berth beside himself, looming over the tiny squishy form. "You will remain here undisturbing while I power down," he hissed, Biolights flashing irritably.

Green tries to investigate what had taken her spot on the berth only for Prowl to knock her away, when the flyer pestered, Prowl scooped up the human bundle none-too-gently. "Cause me any disruption and you will face consequences fully." With that less-than-comforting threat, Prowl grumbled low in his chassis and shuttered his optics, forcing stiff joints and wire-frazzled processors to unwind through firm self-discipline.

They squirm lightly trying to get comfortable, they eventually find themself pressed against Prowl's chassis, it's warm and the sound from it eventually lures them to sleep, cloth wrapped around their body. Their eyes shut, out of exhaustion as they cuddle against the mech.

Prowl peepers down beside him, entire frame tensing at the unwelcome sensation. He glanced down to find the human entangled against his chassis plates, curled almost...comfortably? beneath the outer edges of his field.

Green buzzed overhead, clearly agitated at losing her favoured recharge spot. Prowl shot the flyt a warning look, bidding her silence. His processor whirled, examining how to extricate from this undignified scenario without disturbing the human.

His field registered its small organic frame finally relaxing in restful recharge, tiny vents puffing soft exhalations against his plating. Prowl cycled a quiet ventilation, surprised by the peculiar gentleness such a fragile life exuded up close.

It unnerved him. As did the grudging tenderness prompting him to simply remain, allowing recharge to continue undisturbed. Prowl glared at nothing, discomfited. 

The human meant nothing - a temporary obligation soon rectified. Yet...he did not move to dislodge them either, His engine rumbled ever-so-softly, His field pulsed disturbance even as recharge didn't come to him, systems fighting the illogic of sharing space with such a fragile life form. But it would have to do until he could be rid of the organic contaminating his dwelling at last. Pit takes the inconvenience...

Just a klik. Then order would resume, they would be gone soon enough. 

[beaningeneraldenial]

First Contact is between Scar and Clown (HoTgUy and Jester)

AKA Scar makes an enemy on day 1

The hermits, upon entering the rift, are spit out in different parts of the city and left to fend for themselves.

Scar finds himself in the most peculiar of spots because of course he does. He ends up in an abandoned construction site, hanging off of an iron pole or the edge of the scaffolding (he can't tell from this position under the thing) and goodness did he not plan this far ahead.

Granted, none of them had planned ahead because there isn't anything to plan when you have no idea where you're headed. But this is just unnecessary.

He manages to get down at some point (it's difficult without his mechanical wings. At least he has his bow on him still– it's his whole brand!) and he stumbles around the site a bit bruised.

And then he stumbles upon a meeting of two people. There is an avian and a person wearing this weird, silly hat with horns and a mask he can only see the side of.

"Oh, people! Hello!", he exclaims, not hiding his excitement at the prospect of civilization.

The two strangers look him up and down, scrutinizingly. He notes that the avian's pair of wings are blue, yellow and another colour but it's a bit too dark to make it out. The one with the silly hat is taller than the other and Scar thinks they might be of the same height. The click of heels against the concrete floor clue him in on the fact that the "silly hat" guy is wearing heeled boots that add to his height quite a bit.

"Who are you?", the avian asks but Scar ignores him, instead locking on the other guy's outfit. It's jester-like and puffy with a corset but the mask is quite scary (with the toothy ear-to-ear and cross-slit eyes and all).

Scar, ever so oblivious to what "two shady guys conversing in an equally shady location" trope ends up in, decides that now is a good time to poke fun for conversation purposes.

"Oh! Are you a clown? Your outfit is very stylish! Could you tell a joke?", he says so fast that the two people in front of him are... confused, to say the least.

The clown is the first to snap out of their shared stupor.

"You're about to find out" he says in a low voice that would spook a normal person, pulling a serrated knife out of a hidden pocket of his outfit.

Scar, however, isn't a normal person. Barely any hermit could be considered normal, actually. The moment he sees danger, some inner instinct of his recognizes it (because if it were up to his consciousness, he'd be toast by now) and muscle memory pulls his HoTgUy bow from his back.

He doesn't need to aim because his body does it for him. Knock, pull, release.

His arrow finds the clown's skull and his body is pinned with surreal force on the wall behind him, right next to the avian.

They both stare as the body begins to dissipate in smoke and dust.

"OH NO, I KILLED A MAN", comes Scar's delayed reaction, followed by a very terrified screech of the avian.

"HOLY SHIT", the avian shouts in horror, wings flared and feathers ruffled. "Oh my God, I'm out!"

He leaves before Scar can apologize for the psychological trauma he just subjected an unsuspecting bystander (pffft).

Eh. He can make it up to them if he comes across them again.

Right now, he just needs to find Grian and Xisuma.

(He doesn't notice the added heart on his health bar, like he doesn't notice most things. Like the eyes that were peering at him from the dark corner over there)

[buddyfightbarista]

stolen from @finleystevens

https://rpxprompts.tumblr.com/post/185216790810/muse-aesthetics-sleeping-at-last-atlas-bold

bold what always applies to your muse. italicize what applies to your muse conditionally.

darkness.   the mind was made to illuminate the heart.  /  we carve our names on the surface of history.  /  all our strength came out of the woodwork.  /  we only know this light as darkness crashes against it.  /  it’s a cruel trick how we find ourselves when we lose everything else.  /  our mistakes they were bound to be made.  /  the smell of the falling and burning leaves.  /  the bitterness of winter.  /  the sweetness of spring.  /  there was bad blood in us.  /  the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.  /  firewood burning bright in the dead of winter.  /  were we broken right from the start?  /  forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn.  /  just live what little life your broken heart can.  /  just live what little life your mended heart can.  /  darkness exists to make life truly count.

space one.   space and time takes violent things, angry things, and makes them kind.  /  we are infinite as the universe we hold inside.  /  we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes. / i am desperate, if nothing else.  /  no one can unring this bell, unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new.  /  i am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune.  /  somehow i’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.  /  all of this mess is just my attempt to know the worth of my life.  /  the night sky once ruled my imagination.  /  let my change of heart occur.  /  fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.  /  there was an avalanche of change.  /  we laid our names to rest along the dotted line.  /  we were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering.  /  another lie from the front lines.  /  our backs against the wall, we’re surrounded and afraid.  /  though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end.  /  a second chance to make amends.  /  losing track of what we’re fighting for.

space two.   a secret under lock and key.  /  while collecting the stars, i connected the dots.  /  i don’t know who i am, but now i know who i’m not.  /  make my messes matter, make this chaos count.  /  you taught me the courage of stars before you left.  /  how rare and beautiful it is to even exist.  /  a stained glass variation of the truth.  /  stitch by stitch i tore apart.  /  if brokenness is a form of art i must be a poster child prodigy.  /  an open book with a torn out page.  /  a model citizen of doubt.  /  i’m pinned under the weight of what i believed would keep me safe.  /  show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins.  /  the heaviness that i hold in my heart is crushing me.

land.   a little broken, a little new.  /  the impact and the glue.  /  some truths are sharper than knives.  /  truth’s got its sight set on you.  /  if truth is north, then i am true south.  /  i set out to rule the world with only a paper shield and a wooden sword.  /  i bear little resemblance to the king i once was.  /  i bear little resemblance to the king i could become.  / half your heart has yet to come home.

life.   all we held dear was on the line.  /  my heart reconciled all the darkness and light inside my chest.  /  i saw the future unfold in silver and gold.  /  you are grace, you are light.  / i can’t keep my head from spinning out of control.  /  is this what being vulnerable feels like?  /  i’m only steady on my knees.  /  i’ll run the risk of being intimate with brokenness.  /  a thousand fingerprints on the surface of who i am.  /  let the scaffolding inside of me be strong enough to hold this tired body up.  / i was given a gift of hope.  /

sense.   fall in love in a single touch, and fall apart when it hurts too much.  /  all i want is to flip a switch before something breaks that cannot be fixed.  /  pain is a well-intentioned weatherman.  /  god, i want to feel again. / i am aware of what light tastes like.  /  like fists unravelling, like glass unshattering.  /  i’m well aware of the shadows within my heart. /  i want to be astonished.  /  nothing less than a work in progress.  /  sacred text on post it notes.  /  the light goes out, my heart goes still.

emotions.   the calm water in the middle of an anxious sea.  /  the starting line of an adventure.  /  the faint outline of the divine.  /  losing my balance again and again.  /  each brave step forward, i take three steps behind.  /  its mind over matter.  /  a single lose thread and it all comes undone.  /  in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means.  /  with a broken heart, transformation begins.  /  i feel the pressure building until i can’t breathe.  /  reckless but honest words leave my mouth.  /  it’s fight or flight.  /  a last minute man of faith.  /  kerosene on a flame of doubt.  /  it’s too late for holy water now.

[indyflanery]

MUSE AESTHETICS: SLEEPING AT LAST — ATLAS

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DARKNESS.   the mind was made to illuminate the heart.  /  we carve our names on the surface of history.  /  all our strength came out of the woodwork.  /  we only know this light as darkness crashes against it.  /  it’s a cruel trick how we find ourselves when we lose everything else.  /  our mistakes they were bound to be made.  /  the smell of the falling and burning leaves.  /  the bitterness of winter.  /  the sweetness of spring.  /  there was bad blood in us.  /  the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.  /  firewood burning bright in the dead of winter.  /  were we broken right from the start?  /  forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn.  /  just live what little life your broken heart can.  /  just live what little life your mended heart can.  /  darkness exists to make life truly count.

SPACE ONE.   space and time takes violent things, angry things, and makes them kind.  /  we are infinite as the universe we hold inside.  /  we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes.  /  i am desperate, if nothing else.  /  no one can unring this bell, unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new.  /  i am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune.  /  somehow i’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.  /  all of this mess is just my attempt to know the worth of my life.  /  the night sky once ruled my imagination.  /  let my change of heart occur.  /  fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.  /  there was an avalanche of change.  /  we laid our names to rest along the dotted line.  /  we were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering.  /  another lie from the front lines.  /  our backs against the wall, we’re surrounded and afraid.  /  though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end.  /  a second chance to make amends.  /  losing track of what we’re fighting for.

SPACE TWO.   a secret under lock and key.  /  while collecting the stars, i connected the dots.  /  i don’t know who i am, but now i know who i’m not.  /  make my messes matter, make this chaos count.  /  you taught me the courage of stars before you left.  /  how rare and beautiful it is to even exist.  /  a stained glass variation of the truth.  /  stitch by stitch i tore apart.  /  if brokenness is a form of art i must be a poster child prodigy.  /  an open book with a torn out page.  /  a model citizen of doubt.  /  i’m pinned under the weight of what i believed would keep me safe.  /  show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins.  /  the heaviness that i hold in my heart is crushing me.

LAND.   a little broken, a little new.  /  the impact and the glue.  /  some truths are sharper than knives.  /  truth’s got its sight set on you.  /  if truth is north, then i am true south.  /  i set out to rule the world with only a paper shield and a wooden sword.  /  i bear little resemblance to the king i once was.  /  i bear little resemblance to the king i could become.  /  half your heart has yet to come home.

LIFE.   all we held dear was on the line.  /  my heart reconciled all the darkness and light inside my chest.  /  i saw the future unfold in silver and gold.  /  you are grace, you are light.  /  i can’t keep my head from spinning out of control.  /  is this what being vulnerable feels like?  /  i’m only steady on my knees.  /  i’ll run the risk of being intimate with brokenness.  /  a thousand fingerprints on the surface of who i am.  /  let the scaffolding inside of me be strong enough to hold this tired body up.  /  i was given a gift of hope.  /

SENSE.   fall in love in a single touch, and fall apart when it hurts too much.  /  all i want is to flip a switch before something breaks that cannot be fixed.  /  pain is a well-intentioned weatherman.  /  god, i want to feel again.  /  i am aware of what light tastes like.  /  like fists unravelling, like glass unshattering.  /  i’m well aware of the shadows within my heart.  /  i want to be astonished.  /  nothing less than a work in progress.  /  sacred text on post it notes.  /  the light goes out, my heart goes still.

EMOTIONS.   the calm water in the middle of an anxious sea.  /  the starting line of an adventure.  /  the faint outline of the divine.  /  losing my balance again and again.  /  each brave step forward, i take three steps behind.  /  its mind over matter.  /  a single lose thread and it all comes undone.  /  in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means.  /  with a broken heart, transformation begins.  /  i feel the pressure building until i can’t breathe.  /  reckless but honest words leave my mouth.  /  it’s fight or flight.  /  a last minute man of faith.  /  kerosene on a flame of doubt.  /  it’s too late for holy water now.

[publicabsent]

MUSE AESTHETICS : SLEEPING AT LAST — ATLAS.

bold what always applies to your muse. italicize what applies to your muse conditionally.

DARKNESS. the mind was made to illuminate the heart. / we carve our names on the surface of history. / all our strength came out of the woodwork. / we only know this light as darkness crashes against it. / it’s a cruel trick how we find ourselves when we lose everything else. / our mistakes, they were bound to be made. / the smell of the falling & burning leaves. / the bitterness of winter. / the sweetness of spring. / there was bad blood in us. / the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. / firewood burning bright in the dead of winter. / were we broken right from the start? / forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn. / just live what little life your broken heart can. / just live what little life your mended heart can. / darkness exists to make life truly count.

SPACE ONE. space & time takes violent things, angry things, & makes them kind. / we are infinite as the universe we hold inside. / we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes. / i am desperate, if nothing else. / no one can unring this bell, unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new. / i am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune. / somehow i’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul. / all of this mess is just my attempt to know the worth of my life. / the night sky once ruled my imagination. / let my change of heart occur. / fault lines tremble underneath my glass house. / there was an avalanche of change. / we laid our names to rest along the dotted line. / we were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering. / another lie from the front lines. / our backs against the wall, we’re surrounded & afraid. / though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end. / a second chance to make amends. / losing track of what we’re fighting for.

SPACE TWO. a secret under lock & key. / while collecting the stars, i connected the dots. / i don’t know who i am, but now i know who i’m not. / make my messes matter, make this chaos count. / you taught me the courage of stars before you left. / how rare & beautiful it is to even exist. / a stained glass variation of the truth. / stitch by stitch i tore apart. / if brokenness is a form of art i must be a poster child prodigy. / an open book with a torn out page. / a model citizen of doubt. / i’m pinned under the weight of what i believed would keep me safe. / show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins. / the heaviness that i hold in my heart is crushing me.

LAND. a little broken, a little new. / the impact & the glue. / some truths are sharper than knives. / truth’s got its sight set on you. / if truth is north, then i am true south. / i set out to rule the world with only a paper shield & a wooden sword. / i bear little resemblance to the king i once was. / i bear little resemblance to the king i could become. / half your heart has yet to come home.

LIFE. all we held dear was on the line. / my heart reconciled all the darkness & light inside my chest. / i saw the future unfold in silver & gold. / you are grace, you are light. / i can’t keep my head from spinning out of control. / is this what being vulnerable feels like? / i’m only steady on my knees. / i’ll run the risk of being intimate with brokenness. / a thousand fingerprints on the surface of who i am. / let the scaffolding inside of me be strong enough to hold this tired body up. / i was given a gift of hope.

SENSES. fall in love in a single touch, & fall apart when it hurts too much. / all i want is to flip a switch before something breaks that cannot be fixed. / pain is a well-intentioned weatherman. / god, i want to feel again. / i am aware of what light tastes like. / like fists unraveling, like glass unshattering. / i’m well aware of the shadows within my heart. / i want to be astonished. / nothing less than a work in progress. / sacred text on post it notes. / the light goes out, my heart goes still.

EMOTIONS. the calm water in the middle of an anxious sea. / the starting line of an adventure. / the faint outline of the divine. / losing my balance again & again. / each brave step forward, i take three steps behind. / its mind over matter. / a single lose thread & it all comes undone. / in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means. / with a broken heart, transformation begins. / i feel the pressure building until i can’t breathe. / reckless but honest words leave my mouth. / it’s fight or flight. / a last minute man of faith. / kerosene on a flame of doubt. / it’s too late for holy water now.

[hairstyleforteen]

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Changing your part When you change your hair part, it will create more volume at the top of your head Chances are you have a part and a favorite place to part with your hair. The part is where your hair likes to fall in a natural way. However, the problem is your hair is most likely to fall flat in that direction, and you are training your hair to be that way.  If you flip your hair to the opposite side, your hair's crown will get instant volume. Do this procedure while your hair is still wet to keep it from looking lopsided. To achieve the most height, try a deep side part on the opposite section when your hair is dry, spritzing some hairspray on to it to keep the hold. The result is a model like look that revives the 80s look. It's a very sexy look.  Back brushing  To create soft volume back brush the under layers of your hair up to the roots. Teasing the hair has had a bad reputation. This process doesn't necessarily mean aggressively back brushing your hair with a fine-tooth comb, resulting in tons of tangles. You can actually achieve soft volume in your hair by back brushing the roots using a soft paddle brush.  A good technique is to pin up the hair's upper layers while the rest is back brushed. Work on your hair layer by layer. Hold each layer away from the head tautly and brush it in a downward motion up to the roots in three consecutive strokes. To make the volume last for the long term, spray each area with some hair spray.  Once you have done brushing and applied hairspray in sections, let the rest of the hair to fall down and leave it smooth. Blow-dry while your hair is flipped over If you haven't perfected your blow-drying method, have no worries because the best shortcut to obtaining volume in hair is simply flipping your head in an upside-down manner. This may sound effortless, but many hairstylists do this method to achieve the ideal look. They flip the hair over after the hair has been dried after a haircut.  This method works because when your hair is upside down your roots are effectively lifting off your scalp, which is an ideal way for them to dry. When you want your hair to be at least a hundred percent dry, use this method and follow it with a final smoothening using a round brush. However, it should be noted that if you have bangs, you should always dry your hair right side up.  Boosting your hair roots You can use a hair product specifically for root boosting on damp hair right before you undergo a blow dryer.  Root boosting hair products are hair-loving friends.  They function as scaffolding to your hair. Root boosters give structure and support for the lift you need so you can manipulate and create near the roots helping you achieve and lock down your style all day long.  Look for a specially designed product for fine hair so it won't look or feel weighed down. 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Coloring treatments can roughen up hair cuticles giving you more body and bounce.  If you do not undergo coloring treatment a little secret from those who do color their hair know that coloring treatments also provide texture. Bleaching the hair adds body since it roughens up the hair cuticles and prevents it from being too slippery. This can be an advantage for someone whose hair is always flat and difficult to volumize.  However, you don't have to get an entirely new color for your hair to get the volumizing effect of a color change. If you get a few highlights in your hair's sub-layers and tone it, you can get just enough boost in your hair cuticle without having to worry about reverting to the normal color of your hair when it regrows.

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[minghs]

MUSE AESTHETICS :  SLEEPING AT LAST  —  ATLAS

bold what always applies to your muse. italicize what applies to your muse conditionally. 

DARKNESS

the mind was made to illuminate the heart.  /  we carve our names on the surface of history.  /  all our strength came out of the woodwork.  /  we only know this light as darkness crashes against it.  /  it’s a cruel trick how we find ourselves when we lose everything else.  /  our mistakes they were bound to be made.  /  the smell of the falling and burning leaves.  /  the bitterness of winter.  /  the sweetness of spring.  /  there was bad blood in us.  /  the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.  /  firewood burning bright in the dead of winter.  /  were we broken right from the start?  /  forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn.  /  just live what little life your broken heart can.  /  just live what little life your mended heart can.  /  darkness exists to make life truly count.

SPACE ONE

space and time takes violent things, angry things, and makes them kind.  /  we are infinite as the universe we hold inside.  /  we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes.  /  i am desperate, if nothing else.  /  no one can unring this bell, unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new.  /  i am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune.  /  somehow i’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.  /  all of this mess is just my attempt to know the worth of my life.  /  the night sky once ruled my imagination.  /  let my change of heart occur.  /  fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.  /  there was an avalanche of change.  /  we laid our names to rest along the dotted line.  /  we were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering.  /  another lie from the front lines.  /  our backs against the wall, we’re surrounded and afraid.  /  though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end.  /  a second chance to make amends.  /  losing track of what we’re fighting for.

SPACE TWO

a secret under lock and key.  /  while collecting the stars, i connected the dots.  /  i don’t know who i am, but now i know who i’m not.  /  make my messes matter, make this chaos count.  /  you taught me the courage of stars before you left.  /  how rare and beautiful it is to even exist.  /  a stained glass variation of the truth.  /  stitch by stitch i tore apart.  /  if brokenness is a form of art i muse be a poster child prodigy.  /  an open book with a torn out page.  /  a model citizen of doubt.  /  i’m pinned under the weight of what i believed would keep me safe.  /  show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins.  /  the heaviness that i hold in my heart is crushing me.

LAND

a little broken, a little new.  /  the impact and the glue.  /  some truths are sharper than knives.  /  truth’s got its sight set on you.  /  if truth is north, then i am true south.  /  i set out to rule the world with only a paper shield and a wooden sword.  /  i bear little resemblance to the king i once was.  /  i bear little resemblance to the king i could become.  /  half your heart has yet to come home.

LIFE

all we held dear was on the line.  /  my heart reconciled all the darkness and light inside my chest.  /  i saw the future unfold in silver and gold.  /  you are grace, you are light.  /  i can’t keep my head from spinning out of control.  /  is this what being vulnerable feels like?  /  i’m only steady on my knees.  /  i’ll run the risk of being intimate with brokenness.  /  a thousand fingerprints on the surface of who i am.  /  let the scaffolding inside of me be strong enough to hold this tired body up.  /  i was given a gift of hope.  /  

SENSES

fall in love in a single touch, and fall apart when it hurts too much.  /  all i want is to flip a switch before something breaks that cannot be fixed.  /  pain is a well-intentioned weatherman.  /  god, i want to feel again.  /  i am aware of what light tastes like.  /  like fists unravelling, like glass unshattering.  /  i’m well aware of the shadows within my heart.  /  i want to be astonished.  /  nothing less than a work in progress.  /  sacred text on post it notes.  /  the light goes out, my heart goes still.

EMOTIONS 

the calm water in the middle of an anxious sea.  /  the starting line of an adventure.  /  the faint outline of the divine.  /  losing my balance again and again.  /  each brave step forward, i take three steps behind.  /  its mind over matter.  /  a single lose thread and it all comes undone.  /  in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means.  /  with a broken heart, transformation begins.  /  i feel the pressure building until i can’t breathe.  /  reckless but honest words leave my mouth.  /  it’s fight or flight.  /  a last minute man of faith.  /  kerosene on a flame of doubt.  /  it’s too late for holy water now.

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[bianca-alexander88]

Last night, I had a dream I was at a moderately sized house party full of close friends and welcome strangers, something like a casual holiday party in someone’s home. The house changes many times throughout the dream. In the beginning, myself and the other party guests are getting ready to head home as it is late — about 4:00am. The house becomes my current home on Edderton Avenue and we are all looking out the front windows when we see a large white van speed down Rockman (which runs perpendicular to our street) for about the length of a city block, only to make a sudden, sharp, 90 degree turn left straight into the side of the shabby white house on the corner. The van is totalled on impact and, instantly, three psycho murderous clowns leap forth from the flames; the clowns stand approximately nine feet tall, are lanky but wide and have six inch jagged teeth protruding from their sinister grins.

As they begin racing towards our house, we collectively sense that the clowns are coming to kill us all. Everyone scrambles to find a place to hide within the house — there is no way to get out of the house, it is like a sealed vault of doom. People hide everywhere: under the bed, the pantry, inside the walls, but some are just too slow and, as I turn to see the clowns burst through the front door, they throw an ice pike, striking a brunette girl directly in the forehead and pinning her against the wall, gushing blood and dying instantly. I scramble for the safe, but decide that since there is no way out the safe either - it may as well be it’s own coffin. Then I find a panic room, and turn to close the door behind me, only to be confronted by a sinister clown. He points a gun at my forehead to shoot me, but is unexpectedly shot in the head from behind by another clown, who then proceeds to shoot himself in the head — utter chaos, no reason, only death. I alone am safe, surrounded by the carnage that are the massacred bodies of all the other guests. 

Suddenly, I am driving with Maxine, Hely and Brian Curry in my high school Festiva, a tiny white “clown car,” towards my Nan’s house which is located in a lower middle class suburb of types. As we drive down the backlane, I am relying the wild story of my clown dream to my friends…. and Brian, who chimes in that, of course I wouldn’t have gotten into the safe, it may as well have been it’s own coffin, restating my own thoughts in my previous dream verbatim. I have de ja vu in my dream. As we approach my Nan’s house, I notice it backs onto a fenced in dog park through which a large St Bernard dog leaps and bounds, playing fetch. I smile. We walk into my Nan’s house, a side by side, and up the stairs, I hug her and tell her about the dream.

Suddenly, I am in the dark ceiling of a busy establishment. I know I need to follow the wobbly scaffolding I am on towards an attic folding style ladder to get down. I crawl on my hands and knees through thick dust and debris to reach the ladder. I lower myself down face forward, only to see Hely’s surprised smile at the bottom. We are in Sushi Ya on Corydon, and I have come out of the ceiling right to the front door.  Sushi Ya is packed; patrons create a steady buzz of conversation, busy staff run about in a panic and the sushi chef glares at me. I walk out with Hely and her boyfriend out onto Corydon and we begin to walk down towards our old place on McMillan. I begin relying the story of my overlapped dreams, much to Hely’s dismay as she is sensitive to horror stories (particularly the dream within a dream narrative). As we walk, we pass by a variety of ethnic food stores and are badgered by pushy sales people, eager to sell us goods. 

I continue on with the story and as we walk, somehow we find ourselves in the University of Winnipeg’s gym locker room. Hely’s boyfriend is now gone, she and I find ourselves locked in this seemingly inescapable never ending change rooms. As we push through the exit door, it takes us right back through the entrance door. We gasp for breath, running for what seems like forever, until we hear a menacing laugh — the clowns emerge from around the corner, and we are trapped — doom is eminent. I wake.

(November 3, 2014)

[the-storytellers-seer]

WIP Wednesday...Actually on Wednesday!

So, after screwing around with SEVERAL other drafts of chapter one, I went back to my FIRST attempt and found that I didn't hate it. I think I'm going to keep it! So now to the editing, where I will anxiously attempt to find all my errors, think I have it done, post the chapter, re-read, realize I missed ALL THE THINGS, and spend the next week compulsively editing it on AO3.

Have a blurb!

“Good evening, Master Mage, my name is—” Sarea began with a wide—although slightly tremulous—smile on her lips.

“You have a great deal or nerve showing your face here, boy.” The wizard interrupted Sarea’s greeting, ignoring her entirely.

Beside her, she felt Teldryn tense. “We’re here to find out what’s going on at Raven Rock.”

“And you believed I know or even care?” the wizard countered with a snort.

Teldryn shrugged. “I told her that you might be powerful enough to have some idea. But if the spell is too powerful…” he let his voice trail off.

“Bold of you to insult me in my home. Although, you always had more brawn than brains. Made you an easy pawn for them.” The wizard’s obviously cruel words were spoken in a casual manner, but Sarea felt Teldryn’s muscles tense under her hand.

“I’m not anyone’s pawn.” Teldryn growled.

“No, you’re worse.” The wizard climbed down his scaffolding and strode over to them. 

“If you don’t want to help us, then we’ll go.” Sarea interrupted, tugging lightly on Teldryn’s arm.

The man beside her remained as unmovable as a statue.

“Do you not ever feel remorse, boy?” the wizard pressed. “Do you ever wish to reverse Fyr’s cure? I could help with that.” The old wizard’s lips drew up in a mockery of a smile.

Teldryn didn’t respond, but Sarea felt a tremor go through him. She squeezed his arm to try to pull his attention away, but he ignored her.

“Let the corpus eat you alive while buried in the mass grave of the people you betrayed.” Neloth continued, his voice dropping to a near whisper, but losing none of its venom. 

Under her hand, she felt his muscles jump, but Teldryn remained still and silent. His face a hollow, unreadable mask.  

“We didn’t come here for this.” Sarea stepped in front of Teldryn, blocking him from Neloth’s cruel gaze. “Do you know anything about the compulsion spell and Miraak? If not, you’re worthless to us and we’ll leave.”

Neloth’s sharp ruby eyes finally locked onto Sarea, and it took all her effort to not shrink back. “And what do you expect to do with the information, girl?”

“I’m going to put a stop to the spell.” She said simply.

The ancient wizard laughed in her face. “You? Girl, whoever is casting that spell is leagues more powerful than you. Go home to your empire.”

“I’m a Nord.” She protested. “And I’m not going home. I’m here to speak to Miraak and I won’t leave until I’ve done so!”

Sarea mentally congratulated herself keeping the tremor out of her voice. She was aware that compared to the knowledge and power the man in front of her possessed, she was barely more than dirt. But she was tired of the way he was treating her mercenary and amazing tower or not, she was ready to leave and camp in the ashes before she stayed a minute longer than she had to.

Neloth’s sardonic gaze pinned her in place for several long minutes before he finally said, “Speak and be done with it.”

[vastiitas]

rough scaffolding of how he lost his arm in the ovw verse-

tldr; bounty hunters + talon overwhelm in coordination and sheer numbers at a desert industrial complex. collapses a building on himself and everyone upon being cornered with very little options left. is pinned by rubble in the aftermath. shoots his own arm off with peacekeeper or risk getting secured and/or killed. blearily manages to tourniquet it. staggers off onto a train and blacks out.

Talon engagement - result of the 60m bounty on his head (and then some). Overwhelmed by the numbers of both contractual hunters and talon forces who have made a truce to coordinate. It's at an industrial complex set out in the desert. They try to herd him and he recognizes the tactic quickly, but the pressure is disgustingly intense. Dispatching one group in order to break through the pre-meditated route is met with greater and bigger reinforcements. He is forced to comply to buy himself time, uses well-placed shots on equipment and stun grenades to shut down flanks and dispatch his pursuers.

Eventually, cornered. In a last ditch effort, he collapses a building on himself and everyone there. Comes out of it with an arm pinned beneath rubble. Tries to get it off. Fingers scraping uselessly against concrete, knuckles bloodying and fist bruising as he fights with it. Tries to leverage it, but it's too heavy - the weight crashes back down and a scream guts out of him, cut-short by the guillotine of pain.

Muscles and lungs burn from the exertion.

He tries a lot of things, but it doesn't budge.

Being buried alive was easier than this.

He hears helicopters in the distance. Doesn't know for sure if it's Talon or more bounty hunters, the law, or some benign news crew looking for the latest scoop, but reckons this isn't the dice he wants to bet on. Steadies a breath between gritting teeth, presses the barrel of his gun against the inside of his elbow. The metal is cold. He screws his eyes shut.

Six rounds empty into six consecutive blasts. Vision sears white. The ringing of a freshly discharged gun has never felt both so distant and loud at once. He staggers off to the next warehouse; blindly and blearily manages to find a medicinal kit and haphazardly binds a tourniquet. chokes down on some shitty pain killers. wishes to god he had alcohol.

He's lost his hat somewhere when the building came down. Reckons he has a concussion. He plants his bloodied serape somewhere as a point of distraction, hooks it up against one of those sand sifter things where, once the serape is tugged free, the thing tips over and dumps all of its shit on the people beneath. It's hard - he's off balance, his vision isn't quite right. He manages.

Distraction. Buy time. Make space.

Ducks out of sight, straggling for the train tracks; boots crunch on thick yard gravel. Distantly behind him, people are yelling. Startled.

Good, they fell for it.

Shakily, he rolls out Peacekeeper's cylinder and struggles to guide a bullet into its carriage between the sloppy efforts of holding it between his teeth and his thumb and forefinger. He locks his gaze onto a line of oil and gas silos, locks his wrist, and sets up the shot. The taste of iron floods his mouth as Peacekeeper cracks the bullet; her handle bucks a knock-back that slams into the meat of his palm.

Iron sings, screaming.

The world bursts into fire.

Distraction. Buy time. Buy space. Dazzle them with a show they can't ignore.

Enemy attention forced to the opposite direction, he drags himself onto one of the trains that had made the mistake of stalling for resupply. Shoves the train throttle forward smearing bloody prints all over the controls. Blacks out.

[laputian]

MUSE AESTHETICS :  SLEEPING AT LAST  —  ATLAS

bold what always applies to your muse. italicize what applies to your muse conditionally.

DARKNESS

the mind was made to illuminate the heart.  /  we carve our names on the surface of history.  /  all our strength came out of the woodwork.  /  we only know this light as darkness crashes against it.  /  it’s a cruel trick how we find ourselves when we lose everything else.  /  our mistakes they were bound to be made.  /  the smell of the falling and burning leaves.  /  the bitterness of winter.  /  the sweetness of spring.  /  there was bad blood in us.  /  the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.  /  firewood burning bright in the dead of winter.  /  were we broken right from the start?  /  forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn.  /  just live what little life your broken heart can.  /  just live what little life your mended heart can.  /  darkness exists to make life truly count.

SPACE ONE

space and time takes violent things, angry things, and makes them kind.  /  we are infinite as the universe we hold inside.  /  we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes.  /  i am desperate, if nothing else.  /  no one can unring this bell, unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new.  /  i am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune.  /  somehow i’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.  /  all of this mess is just my attempt to know the worth of my life.  /  the night sky once ruled my imagination.  /  let my change of heart occur.  /  fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.  /  there was an avalanche of change.  /  we laid our names to rest along the dotted line.  /  we were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering.  /  another lie from the front lines.  /  our backs against the wall, we’re surrounded and afraid.  /  though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end.  /  a second chance to make amends.  /  losing track of what we’re fighting for.

SPACE TWO

a secret under lock and key.  /  while collecting the stars, i connected the dots.  /  i don’t know who i am, but now i know who i’m not.  /  make my messes matter, make this chaos count.  /  you taught me the courage of stars before you left.  /  how rare and beautiful it is to even exist.  /  a stained glass variation of the truth.  /  stitch by stitch i tore apart.  /  if brokenness is a form of art i muse be a poster child prodigy.  /  an open book with a torn out page.  /  a model citizen of doubt.  /  i’m pinned under the weight of what i believed would keep me safe.  /  show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins.  /  the heaviness that i hold in my heart is crushing me.

LAND

a little broken, a little new.  /  the impact and the glue.  /  some truths are sharper than knives.  /  truth’s got its sight set on you.  /  if truth is north, then i am true south.  /  i set out to rule the world with only a paper shield and a wooden sword.  /  i bear little resemblance to the king i once was.  /  i bear little resemblance to the king i could become.  /  half your heart has yet to come home.

LIFE

all we held dear was on the line.  /  my heart reconciled all the darkness and light inside my chest.  /  i saw the future unfold in silver and gold.  /  you are grace, you are light.  /  i can’t keep my head from spinning out of control.  /  is this what being vulnerable feels like?  /  i’m only steady on my knees.  /  i’ll run the risk of being intimate with brokenness.  /  a thousand fingerprints on the surface of who i am.  /  let the scaffolding inside of me be strong enough to hold this tired body up.  /  i was given a gift of hope.  /  

SENSES

fall in love in a single touch, and fall apart when it hurts too much.  /  all i want is to flip a switch before something breaks that cannot be fixed.  /  pain is a well-intentioned weatherman.  /  god, i want to feel again.  /  i am aware of what light tastes like.  /  like fists unravelling, like glass unshattering.  /  i’m well aware of the shadows within my heart.  /  i want to be astonished.  /  nothing less than a work in progress.  /  sacred text on post it notes.  /  the light goes out, my heart goes still.

EMOTIONS

the calm water in the middle of an anxious sea.  /  the starting line of an adventure.  /  the faint outline of the divine.  /  losing my balance again and again.  /  each brave step forward, i take three steps behind.  /  its mind over matter.  /  a single lose thread and it all comes undone.  /  in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means.  /  with a broken heart, transformation begins.  /  i feel the pressure building until i can’t breathe.  /  reckless but honest words leave my mouth.  /  it’s fight or flight.  /  a last minute man of faith.  /  kerosene on a flame of doubt.  /  it’s too late for holy water now.

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Smart Scaffold Safety Tips

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Make Daily Inspections For Scaffold Safety a Priority

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To Erect A Scaffold Safely and Properly, Follow The Instructions

When renting scaffolding, you should be given instructions and a list of the pieces. Check your list twice to be sure you have all of the assembly components, including cross braces and unique locking pins. Make sure you attach each piece of the scaffolding according to the scaffolding instructions exactly when assembling it. It follows that you shouldn't skimp on the installation of safety bracing and outriggers. These tools are designed to keep workers safe, yet an accident could happen without them.

Be Conscious of Your Environment

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MUSE AESTHETICS :  SLEEPING AT LAST  ---  ATLAS

bold what always applies to your muse. italicize what applies to your muse conditionally.

DARKNESS

the mind was made to illuminate the heart.  /  we carve our names on the surface of history.  /  all our strength came out of the woodwork.  /  we only know this light as darkness crashes against it.  /  it's a cruel trick how we find ourselves when we lose everything else.  /  our mistakes they were bound to be made.  /  the smell of the falling and burning leaves.  /  the bitterness of winter.  /  the sweetness of spring.  /  there was bad blood in us.  /  the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.  /  firewood burning bright in the dead of winter.  /  were we broken right from the start?  /  forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn.  /  just live what little life your broken heart can.  /  just live what little life your mended heart can.  /  darkness exists to make life truly count.

SPACE ONE

space and time takes violent things, angry things, and makes them kind.  /  we are infinite as the universe we hold inside.  /  we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes.  /  i am desperate, if nothing else.  /  no one can unring this bell, unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new.  /  i am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune.  /  somehow i've fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.  /  all of this mess is just my attempt to know the worth of my life.  /  the night sky once ruled my imagination.  /  let my change of heart occur.  /  fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.  /  there was an avalanche of change.  /  we laid our names to rest along the dotted line.  /  we were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering.  /  another lie from the front lines.  /  our backs against the wall, we're surrounded and afraid.  /  though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end.  /  a second chance to make amends.  /  losing track of what we're fighting for.

SPACE TWO

a secret under lock and key.  /  while collecting the stars, i connected the dots.  /  i don’t know who i am, but now i know who i’m not.  /  make my messes matter, make this chaos count.  /  you taught me the courage of stars before you left.  /  how rare and beautiful it is to even exist.  /  a stained glass variation of the truth.  /  stitch by stitch i tore apart.  /  if brokenness is a form of art i muse be a poster child prodigy.  /  an open book with a torn out page.  /  a model citizen of doubt.  /  i'm pinned under the weight of what i believed would keep me safe.  /  show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins.  /  the heaviness that i hold in my heart is crushing me.

LAND

a little broken, a little new.  /  the impact and the glue.  /  some truths are sharper than knives.  /  truth's got its sight set on you.  /  if truth is north, then i am true south.  /  i set out to rule the world with only a paper shield and a wooden sword.  /  i bear little resemblance to the king i once was.  /  i bear little resemblance to the king i could become.  /  half your heart has yet to come home.

LIFE

all we held dear was on the line.  /  my heart reconciled all the darkness and light inside my chest.  /  i saw the future unfold in silver and gold.  /  you are grace, you are light.  /  i can't keep my head from spinning out of control.  /  is this what being vulnerable feels like?  /  i'm only steady on my knees.  /  i'll run the risk of being intimate with brokenness.  /  a thousand fingerprints on the surface of who i am.  /  let the scaffolding inside of me be strong enough to hold this tired body up.  /  i was given a gift of hope.  /  

SENSES

fall in love in a single touch, and fall apart when it hurts too much.  /  all i want is to flip a switch before something breaks that cannot be fixed.  /  pain is a well-intentioned weatherman.  /  god, i want to feel again.  /  i am aware of what light tastes like.  /  like fists unravelling, like glass unshattering.  /  i'm well aware of the shadows within my heart.  /  i want to be astonished.  /  nothing less than a work in progress.  /  sacred text on post it notes.  /  the light goes out, my heart goes still.

EMOTIONS

the calm water in the middle of an anxious sea.  /  the starting line of an adventure.  /  the faint outline of the divine.  /  losing my balance again and again.  /  each brave step forward, i take three steps behind.  /  its mind over matter.  /  a single lose thread and it all comes undone.  /  in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means.  /  with a broken heart, transformation begins.  /  i feel the pressure building until i can't breathe.  /  reckless but honest words leave my mouth.  /  it's fight or flight.  /  a last minute man of faith.  /  kerosene on a flame of doubt.  /  it's too late for holy water now.