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jaxon ables. twenty-seven. achilles. not a b o y anymore, you grew out of bright eyes and bright smiles. turn in your childish o p t i m i s m and pick up a weapon, soldier.

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thaliabelcourt:

“You don’t give me much of a choice anyway, Jaxon,” she replied, frustrated. It was exhausting, really, but it was like a defense mechanism that got activated every time they were around each other. “Let’s just… let’s just keep quiet.”

“Not much of a choice to act like a sullen child? Honestly --- whatever. Do what you want, Thalia. I don’t care,” he huffed, shoulders slumped in somewhat of a momentary defeat.

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gusserrano:

“Yes because saying what I think and believe is a front,” he replied back, unable to find the humor in the other’s words as the only thing he wanted was to be alone. Was that so hard to accept? No one told him that he had to play nice with anyone while he was stuck here, only that he had to be there, and Gus wasn’t exactly Malia, playing nice to get in close with the rest of the students. “God forbid anyone mean what they say and it be taken as a joke. Hilarious.”

Jaxon, heartbeat not accelerated even a beat as Gus excited himself over the sarcastic retort, made an aimless stab at the house salad on his tray as though he couldn’t have been less interested. “It was dry humour, Serrano. Honestly. As if I care to psychoanalyze or scrutinize you and your bratty tendencies,” he muttered, shoving a biteful of greens into his mouth. Not that he appeared to be stopping there, lips parted again after a hard swallow and tugged down into something of a frown, burdened by irritation now. “Not that anybody cares what you think in the first place, not with the way you act. Hell, you’ve only ever acted like a child with penchant for dramatics so it’s no wonder nobody gives a shit. And frankly, I don’t care to deal with one of your temper tantrums either. You don’t want company? Then get up and fucking leave.”

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romanwest:

“Almost the same. I’m doing some promoting here, you know. Basically involves talking up a couple clubs, hanging around in them.” Roman had no idea what club promoting actually entailed, but that sounded about right. If Brad was some sort of celebrity, it’d make sense. Sadly, Brad was probably d-list at best. 

“Club promoting? That sounds rather fun,” he replied, even where he harboured no true interest. That was the name of the game during their time in Miami anyway, to seem as least like themselves as possible and entirely like, in Jaxon’s case --- Marcus Hwang. “Though m’ job’s not nearly as glamorous, I’m jus’ a graphic designer.”

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roman west | THE KID ISN’T ALRIGHT

[fuckfeargivemefreedom]

I like her, She looks evil, And I want to make her scream my name.

(via palesorrowing)

[cameronbaum]

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Masterlist of Memes

Symbols

☹ My muse is visiting your muse on their death bed

♫ A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffle

☻ A drabble of our muses on their wedding day

☺ my muse trying to piss yours off

ت our muses running into each other after not seeing each other for several years

ヅ for a situation that got both our muses arrested

シ my muse walks in on your naked

Ü your muse walks in on my muse naked

ϡ a goodbye letter from my muse to yours

♥ you muse suprises my muse with a kiss

۵ my muse kisses yours to shut them up

ღ a forehead kiss from my muse

웃 my muse torturing yours for information

유 my muse trying to seduce information from your muse

♈ a holiday drabble featuring our muses

♉ our muses are together when they get ambushed

≑ my muse wakes up in your muse’s body

?  my muse will ask your muse a question they always wanted to ask

+ my muse has died and your muse is included in their will

◈ my muse’s reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised 

♊ my muse will do something stupid to impress your muse

✃ your muse visiting mine in the psych ward

♋ my muse visiting yours in the psych ward

❅ my muse rescues yours

✪ my muse seeing the ghost of your muse

● my muse’s turn offs

○ my muse’s turn ons

△ our muse’s get in a playful wrestling match

⍢ my muse gives yours a hickey

✧ our muses having dinner together

☎ my muse drunk dials your muse

✈ our muses on a flight together

☼ my muse giving yours a massage

♡ my muse flirts with your mue

☣ your muse visiting my muse in prison

♌ your muse visiting mine in prison

X my muse doesn’t remember anything from the night before. They have blood on their hands, and your muse is beaten at their feet.

☁ our muses are trapped in a fire together

〰 our muses are at the beach together

❢ my muse has lost their memory, and at the sight of your muse starts to remember things

✑ my muses daily routine

❂ a new years eve memory from my muse

✬ our muses share a new years eve kiss

✆ your muses name, ringtone, and icon in the muse’s phone

◙ a christmas gift from my muse

♍ a sexual story from my muse

₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together

❊  a regret my muse has about your muse

♎ your muse tracing one of my muse’s scars

♏ my muse tracing a scar of your muse’s

♐ my muse hearing your muse scream

♑ our muses go out for coffee together

♒ my muse visit’s your muse’s grave

♓ my muse injures your muse

✄ your muse injures my muse

☩ a dream my muse has about your muse

☨ my muse searching for your muse

☦ my muse trying to cheer up your muse

✞ my muse taking care of a your muse while their sick

✛ my muse trying to calm your muse down

✜ my muse trying to get your muse to recover from amnesia

✝ a confession from my muse to yours

✙ our muses shopping together

✠ our muses watching the stars together

« a past memory with our muses

» a daydream my muse has about yours

✐ a mistletoe kiss

✎ our muses going to a costume ball together

✏ our muses are evil and out reaking havoc together

♔ a kiss on the cheek

♕ a kiss on the palms

♖ a kiss on the back of the hand

♗ a kiss on the nose

♘ a kiss on the eyelids

♙ a kiss on a bruise

Sentence Memes

“You belong to me”

“I found you”

“I’m in jail”

“You make me so hot”

“I have to leave”

“Please don’t leave”

“And what about our parents?”

“Who did this to you?”

“You shouldn’t have done that”

“What happened last night”

“We never tell anyone about this”

“So, you want to play games?”

“Does that require pants?”

“Lets just have a lazy day”

“Then go kill the bitch”

“I’m pregnant”

“You broke me”

“Don’t touch me”

“You can’t fix this”

“There’s nowhere we can hide”

“I’m not listening”

“Who do you think you are?”

“I don’t need you here.”

“Did I fall asleep?”

“A little evil goes a long, long way.”

“I will not die.”

“I don’t care.”

“I have no regrets.”

“I feel numb.”

“All monsters are human.”

“You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine.”

“You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine."”

"How many time have I told you to be more careful?”

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”

“Are you crazy?”

"Do you trust me?”

“How did you escape?”

“Is that blood behind your ear?”

“Take. This. Off. ”

“What’s in it for me?”

“What’s in it for you?”

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fire & flood ( jaxon + cora )

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cloakedshvdow:

         ( you & him are not we ) that’s how she approached the situation. that was how she connected the fall from the rise. take heed, she would mutter to herself. the boy with claymore tongue, the very wolf of her own pack would follow today. it was just another session of brain and brawn. with clenched fists and tightened jaws, they would make it through it smoothly. the thing about jaxon and cora - they worked will together. being in the same spin for four years, it was easy to change on the fly. she cracked her knuckles, allowing the crunch to echo between them. they were both solid room. a glass wall approached them. it was another training session. nothing different than before. the door locked with a click as the alarm blared out three times.

         the room began to fill with water at the final alarm - eyes steadily watching as she glanced around the room. there was an air vent. outcome one. there was a door on the other side of the room. locked, but possible to kick down. outcome two. then, there was the glass. outcome three. the brunette glanced towards the man beside her, a wild grin lacing around her expression. the thrill of dying was probably one of the things she loved about these sessions. “ you try the door and i’ll check out the vents? ” cora’s voice laced out smoothly, almost too calmly for the situation at hand. that’s how she went with missions. it would how she would react – even with a gun pressed against her temple

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All it seemed like now was repetition, training simulations which blended into one another like the blare of orange that sunrises brought so easily dissipated into an afternoon blue. The rush of it and coursing of adrenaline no longer came at the prospect of being swallowed up by a rapidly rising water level but instead by the competition he made with his partner. “Loser’s gonna bottom,” he spoke lowly into her ear at her suggestion, a joke at best but likely still enough to get her thrilled. After all, he --- as well as anyone, knew how much Cora fed off of competition, the challenge presented by his prodding jeer.

Laughter bounced into the air from him, but never genuine ( anyone could’ve understood that ). His amusement retained a hollow, mocking sound, as though he hadn’t found the slightest hilarity in spite of himself. Nevertheless, he made his way to the door with weighed and varied options. First, pulling the door --- locked. Not that he’d expected differently. Then, setting his feet and balancing out his weight, he kicked hard into a place neighbouring the lock. Nothing. He tried again, earning a bit of give from the door but not nearly enough yet to have opened it. Glancing back at Cora, his dark eyes looked for progress in her own movements.

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vera-hawthorne:

Vera’s lips simply quirked in reply, edges of her mouth falling into a lazy grin at his reaction. She’d been expecting some sort of more volatile reaction but was content with the one she received, shrugging her shoulders in response. “Oh, clearly.” She pressed on, sarcasm dripping in the gold in a honey laced tone, masked with a sweet smile. “Well, I’m always open to the company of more than one, in that case.” Vera countered, the jest in her voice in contrast to her usual snark. She let him walk, her pace slowing down considerably as if she wanted to check him out before they’d reached the infirmary and she caught up again. “So, was it a woman, or a man that you got in a ruck with?”

With a compulsive need such as Jaxon’s to prove himself, her jeers were a challenge wrapped in crimson and heavy with strategy --- something a person so arrogant as him couldn’t ignore. As the word compulsion implied, he couldn’t help it when he stopped in his tracks, turned to Vera with a freshened resolved. “If you’re going to all but beg me, I might as well show you,” he teased, hands to his pockets and feet guiding him closer. “Cora gets a bit rough sometimes, yeah. I’m pretty sure it’s just a kink.”

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romanwest:

Roman took his hand and shook it, looking smug. He was supposed to be a self involved fake celebrity finally having some of his fame validated, after all. “It’s nice to meet you, Marcus. You from around here, or visiting?” It was strange to think he was talking to Jax, who always seemed to be scowling when Roman saw him. 

He made a point of smiling politely when met with a handshake, though, recoiling as fast as allowed afterward without seeming rude, for sake of the man that lay beyond Marcus. One who wanted nothing more than to get the mission over with. “Pleasure’s all mine, mate. Though, ‘m not from around ‘ere, actually livin’ in California right now. ‘m just visiting Miami for a job opportunity. What about you?”

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thaliabelcourt:

She was so tired of the general negativity that seemed to linger between them every time they were around each other that she found it hard to remember how it felt not to be like that. “Fine, sorry for caring about your well-being, it won’t happen again,” she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Passive aggression, really? Thalia, I don’t have time for this,” he grumbled, running a hand through his hair --- curled up at the edges by the sweat brought on by training. It seemed all they ever did was fight, like there’d been nothing but animosity even when he knew he cared about her once, perhaps still did. It frustrated him.

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i. don’t say his name. remember the dead birds. remember the red moon. it’s a bad idea. ii. when you do try to say his name, only say it in the dark. alone. whisper it. this is sacred. iii. offer him plums. offer him roses. offer him blackcurrants and creamed honey and champagne and camphor and birch twigs bound by locks of braided hair. offer him blood. iv. wear your love. match your scarves to his eyes. fasten a necklace of teeth around your throat. pretend they’re his. v. if you make promises, keep them. he can find you if you hide. more than that, your heart will break if he doesn’t look. vi. devotion is always an act of beauty. vii. he has no cathedrals. no temples. no kingdoms, save what you clutch in your heart like a gargoyle. this is not a failing of his. it is a failing of the world. fix it. viii. show him your scars. ix. no. show him. don’t cover yourself up. it’s useless. x. you will weep over the lack of him. you will feel it like a stone in your belly. you will never feel more human. xi. peel away your skin. bones. blood. muscle. meat. find him in all your crevices. whatever remains is just you. xii. when you die, he will follow you. he may have killed you. you may have killed each other. this was never going to end well. you know this already. xiii. do not begrudge him his monstrosity.

natasza stark, how to love a god, part ii (via anexpansionlikegold)

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♔⁇☢✘

send ♔ for an angry text

( text ): Whatever, Cora.( text ): Go ahead and fuck him. I don’t care.( text ): In fact, you seen Vera? 

send ⁇ for a worried text

( text ): C, where are you?( text ): Damnit, Cora, answer your phone.

send ☢ for a desperate text

( text ): Call me back, please.( text ): C, I need you.

send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent

( text ): I thought you liked to play games.( text ): Just not when the joke’s on you, I guess.