Ugly Truths

“We may say we're looking for love, following dreams, chasing the dollar, but aren't we just looking for a place where we belong? A place where our thoughts, feelings, and fears are understood? - Ridley Jones” {Indie Batman OC} {Please read rules and file}

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Do you make a nest by yourself or... with someone else? :)

You....you need to get out?? But also, I’m sleeping on a couch, I can’t ‘nest’ with someone on a couch.

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how often do you get butterflies?

Butterflies? You really need to get some new writing cliches. If you must know, I don’t get them too often, but when I do, they’re intense and apparently like to tie knots in my intestines.

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Do you have something you sleep with at night?

Besides my blankets? uhm... I can’t say I do...Just lots and lots of blankets, I tend to make nests out of them when I sleep so, there’s that

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{Online finally!! Sorry everyone, they keep making me work 6 hours shifts and it’s ugh}

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{I have to work til closing again noooo}

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Gotham Gag Reel - Robin vs The Door

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tear in my heart | twenty one pilots

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He steps closer, a hand trailing along the side of the building. Nails, unusually long for a man but perfectly manicured, scratch against the rough brick, gently clawing the side. Scarecrow’s boots make soft sounds on the asphalt. 

“Ah, but not Le Petit Chaperon Rouge,” he coos, voice low and dripping like a poison. The French pronunciation comes out perfectly - he was not the type to forgo perfection.

Chuckling, Scarecrow steps ever nearer, backing the young woman closer towards a wall. “The clever wolf, ever so hungry, tricks naive little Red Riding Hood in to telling him where her grandmother lived. He raced ahead of the girl, discovering the grandmother in her little cottage, and swallowed her in one big gulp. And then the clever wolf, still so hungry, waited for his prey.

“’Oh grandmother, what big eyes you have!’ the little girl cries. And the wolf lures succulent Red Riding Hood to the bed, and sates himself on her with one large bite. And there is no huntsman to save Red Riding Hood and her poor grandmother.” 

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This man was going to hurt her. She had known before he was, but now, she could hear it in his words, could see it in his glowing eyes.

“The wolf is clever, yes, but the wolf is no where as refined in words as you are.” Her words surprised her, as she had expected to meet her fate in silence, but instead her words were filled with flattery, though quavered with well-placed fear. “The wolf was unable to woo little Red Riding Hood into straying from the path, so instead used deceit. He was proven a brute with little finesse, unlike you.”

Pressing her body into the wall, Mara knew her next words needed to be wise. Taking a breath, she changed her stance, squaring her shoulders. Her eyes were filled with terror but didn’t waiver as they locked with her attacker’s. Her lips parted, quivered before she spoke, her voice level, a fake calm.

“Perhaps you’re mistaking yourself. Perhaps you are the naive little one in the hood, and I, dear sir, I am the wolf who has eaten the grandmother, lying in wait for my prey.”

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The San Remo, from The Ramble, Central Park

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TO SPREAD POSITIVITY.

;; I challenge all of you to send me URLs! Send me URLs of your Tumblr crushes, your best friends, strangers you like to see on your dash. Send me any URL you want, and I’ll talk about the things I like about them and their blog. You can do this on or off anon, it makes no difference, just send me URLs you want me to praise. just put ‘positivity’ in the beginning of the ask and I’ll know what to do.

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Don’t be just everything she wants Be everything she needs When she says she loves you Tell her you love her too…

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Jason:

She remembered. Interesting. ”I figured you might appreciate the sentiment.” There was a bitterness to his tone that seeped out of his mouth and tainted his lips. It seemed Mara had moved up in the world as he had fallen off. Good for her. Nails dug into the flesh of his palms, some anger clearly lingering. Jason didn’t feel like being the gentleman anymore. He wanted to destroy anything he could get his hands on, he wanted to scream profanities until his voice gave out, and yet, there he sat. Perfectly still. An exaggerated sigh escaped through his nose. With a set jaw a tight smile was offered. No need to be obnoxious and snap at her just yet. “Please, take a seat. We have a lot to talk about.”

How far his act had fallen. This surprised Mara more than anything else. Even the criminals in here who had fallen from grace still had an air about them, dignity in their words.

When told to sit, she gave him a nod. He was obviously seething. How much of this rage had he been holding back that brief time they had talked? Curiosity began to gnaw at her, though she quelled any prying questions with a deep inaudible breath. 

“Jason....” It felt like she was antagonizing him, saying his name so casually. She fell silent a moment, before focusing on his expression, voice low, calming. “Say what you need. Scream it if you have to, but I won’t begin until you curb your rising temper. If you don’t vent now, you’ll boil over later and I won’t be able to help you in intense isolation.” 

Professional first, a friend second. That was the rules and this time, she was going to follow them.

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Ortigas Pasig, Philippines | 2015

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Intuition and Institution

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She spoke as if her words might shatter him. Every syllable was soft, a thin cloak of silk brought about his shoulders. To anyone else, her voice would sound of a mother’s swaddle, a safety net impervious to the world’s cruelty.  But Roma did not feel the gentle touch of silk or a mother’s care. Instead, he felt her word’s grate against his skin like broad-toothed sandpaper. She was nice or playing at nice and, given what he’d done to the sweetest girl he’d ever known, neither trait appealed to him. 

“It was an easy mistake. You don’t need to apologize.” His voice steadied itself and he looked back up, eyes locked to her face but not her gaze. Roma adjusted himself in his seat, straightening his back and clearing his throat. Composure reconstructed, he put on a smile (because quivering was rude) and readied himself for the usual game of question-and-answer. 

“Resentment? I have no reason to resent you, we just met! Well, except maybe for those shoes. Don’t quite match the pants there…but I’m not exactly CoCo Chanel in this get up so don’t feel too bad.” Roma spoke with a practiced stage voice, following the tempo of any decent stand-up act. He tried to exude playfulness and avoid offense, though his intentions were often overlooked by those he teased. Sitting there, strapped to a chair and utterly at her mercy, he could only hope she was the sort to appreciate a little humor. 

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Quirking a brow, Mara leaned back in her chair. Oh, he was good. She dropped most of her kindly act, taking up one that one would see between two friends meeting up. She didn’t laugh at his jab for fear of guards outside interrupting, but she did offer him a wide smile.

“With that I agree. Wasn’t my choice, khaki is such a disgusting choice, but alas, I was told wearing sundresses upset the ‘natural balance’ in the inmates.” She made a noise that could only be described as angered disgust, her face darkening for a moment before she looked back at Roma, the casual smile back again.

“So, being that you aren’t a paying patient of mine, that makes things much more enjoyable for both parties.” A pause, her smile widened. “Well, as enjoyable as it can be for you. You can take things much easier here, I don’t have to force you to answer questions in a certain amount of time. However, fo this first session, I’ll only ask you one question. Do you think you deserve to be here?”

It was a simple question, one to which the answer was always rather similar, but every case was different. Perhaps this one was as well.

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Bright - Echosmith (2013)

Did you see that shooting star tonight? Were you dazzled by the same constellation? Did you and Jupiter conspire to get me? I think you and the Moon and Neptune got it right ‘Cause now I’m shining bright, so bright

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