#this town has teeth

[chekhovs-insurrection]

[thistownhasteeth]

this town has teeth is a collection of poetry, made and managed by @pigeonprose.

this town has teeth is for when you're haunted by more than ghosts, when it's not your eyes staring back at you in the mirror, when a dead man's cafe recommendation is pretty good, actually, when fear and freedom get caught in your throat, when the narrative is aware of you, when you're wanting to burn it all down and hoping it takes you with it, when the armies of troy are right there and you are going to make them pay for what they have taken from you. it's also for the hundreds of jerboas in the deserts of pakistan, who are blissfully unaware of their own existence on a cosmic level but see the sun rise each and every day over the sand dunes and maybe that's the same thing.

I hope you find what you're looking for here. and if not, I hope you can tear it out with your claws and your teeth. the suburbs fucking ruined us and we will fucking ruin them right back when the revolution comes.

until then, we write.

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[thistownhasteeth]

love is about trust- ash alaska

[clockworkreapers]

so we all know the main characters of course... but these two I really like in the books- for very different reasons

[pa-pa-plasma]

hey i feel like we're really sleeping on that time Danny possessed Vlad & framed him for assaulting a minor

Editing with the clip because people don't believe me. Episode is 41: Eye for an Eye.

[hashileio]

i swear im normal about him

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[dxppercxdxver]

day four!! of bweirdOCtober!! underappreciated oc day!!! wrote a little ficlet about gertrude, our favorite kittycat who is the worst in the world to look at and touch and be in the presence of generally

steep road, high and weary

The foul creature enters their lives when his incorrigibly curious sister pulls it from a bag of grain in the train car they’ve stowed away in.

When Aoife first presents the thing to him, Brendan thinks she’s somehow caught and plucked a chicken from a nearby farm, if not for the fact that the train hasn’t slowed for hours and he simply cannot fathom why in the world she would do such a thing. Upon closer inspection, however, the wretch wriggling about in Aoife’s iron grip is some sort of cat. It blinks up at him with big, watery eyes, set in wrinkled pink skin stretched over the protruding bones of its tiny skull.

“María,” he says gently, watching the mangy kitten squirm and mewl pathetically, “what have you got there?”

“Kitty!”

Brendan forces a smile that he fears Aoife will recognize as a grimace, and turns to Isaiah for help. Of course, he’s buried in whatever book he’s read cover to cover since they left Louisiana, hardly batting an eye when Aoife runs up to him and plops her finding in his lap. The poor animal merely turns its nose up, disgruntled, before burrowing into the lining of Isaiah’s waistcoat, sticking its sniffly nose out into the dusty air.

Despite the sudden intrusion, Isaiah merely sniffs, turning the page. The gargoyle tucked in his clothing hisses.

Sighing, Brendan pinches his nose, desperately looking for a place to gently usher the kitten out of the train car (and presumably to its death) whenever Aoife isn’t looking. Of course, his sister is coddling it, prodding at its paws and tail and whatever else of it doesn’t fit inside the folds of Isaiah’s clothing. She coos at it like it’s her own child, dropping whatever detritus she can find on the floor in front of it, coaxing it out. Isaiah raises an eyebrow at the dead plants and rocks piled up on his stomach, but when Aoife looks up at him, he ruffles her hair and goes back to his book.

“Darling,” Brendan says quietly, settling in on the other side of Isaiah, “we can’t take it with us. We barely have enough to feed ourselves, let alone a… kitten.”

At his words, the creature pokes its nose out of its hiding place, expression somehow reproachful. Needle-thin kitten teeth are bared, and its abnormally large pupils are blown wide. For a moment, Brendan has half a mind to snatch the thing from its nest and hurl it from the train in one fell swoop, but he could hardly bear to see Aoife heartbroken, and as much as the miserable critter sends a chill down his spine, needless cruelty has never suited him. Instead, he waves at the kitten, hesitant, and it snarls.

“Let the girl have her,” Isaiah murmurs, turning another page.

“But—”

“Oh, please?” Aoife is pleading now, clutching Isaiah’s leg, and both she and the cat turn their owlish gazes on Brendan. He knows Aoife well, knows that expression means tears are soon to follow, and after ripping her from their home for strange horizons, he doesn’t have it in him to take this one thing away from her.

“Alright,” he relents, and Aoife cheers, scooping up her new charge and twirling it over her head.

“Did you hear that, Gertie?” she beams. “You’re going to be my best friend forever and ever!”

Brendan cocks his head.

“Gertie?”

“This is Gertrude,” Aoife explains in a way that doesn’t really explain anything, too busy affixing a ribbon from her dress around the creature’s–Gertrude’s–neck. Gertrude looks none too happy to be dressed up as she is, but from what little Brendan has seen of her, he doubts Gertrude looks happy about much of anything.

Leaning against Isaiah’s shoulder, Brendan watches Aoife dote on Gertrude, dragging a piece of straw across the floor that Gertrude bats at with bony paws. The creature looks rather more like roadkill than something flesh and blood, but Aoife is laughing for the first time he’s seen since they left the coast. He closes his eyes, rubbing his cheek against the coarse cotton of Isaiah’s shirt.

“She’ll be alright.” Isaiah’s words are hushed, spoken to the crown of Brendan’s head. And with the rattle of the train beneath them and Aoife’s giggles filling the air, Isaiah’s chest rising and falling against his shoulder, Brendan can almost believe it.

[littleplantfreak]

its also Hana’s fault I’m thinking abt Togame and Endo 🧍‍♀️

[lugarn]

some bl person: can you believe this thai company is snapping up lots of actors? they're building SOFT POWER and everyone should be afraid of that!

me, as always: do you think you can talk about your criticism without demonizing a whole ass country for the same shit the west has been doing since day one?

[dovabunny]

Despite being and omega, Soap is the best hand-to-hand fighter on the base, undefeated even against Ghost.

What he doesn't tell people is the he's not the best DESPITE being an omega, he's the best BECAUSE he's an omega. He gets smug at the compliments because he doesn't want to tell the 141 that he got this good at defending himself barehanded because if he didn't.... Well. That's not something he wants to think about.

[thistownhasteeth]

small dogs- ash alaska

[daughterofsarenrae]

Im gonna throw something

[tortoisesshells]

burke for character bingo please <3

Burke Devlin

Character Opinions Bingo

[altarboysalteredboys]

i am actually being so fucking fr here when i say that a significant portion of my community and self are built on the people i met and the experiences i had while larping and it is slowly killing me to be cut off from that because ?? i don't even know ?? management at the company hasn't communicated to me why i haven't been hired for a literal year and the only thing i can think has changed is that i'm visibly disabled now and openly speak about my physical limitations

[sezja]

My dentist's receptionist fucking loves me

[whentherewerebicycles]

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