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ie: “welcome to the new blog! it’s literally @bindlestars–archive but no longer a sideblog, isn’t that cool

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SARA TEASDALE x JANG SI-YOUNG

‘Morning Song’, Flame and Shadow (1920);

ig _heodang, published 14 March 2019

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misstheground‌ :

“A giggle every now and then, fine,” Shoya conceded, pushing past the butchering of her name. Again. “But not all the time. Every day.”

A bit poppin’ at the seams. “Does that mean you recommend taking it for repairs? I should get it into the station’s queue as quickly as possible when we arrive. You might be stuck here for a while.”

Her face went all tense for a quickie moment at that, like she couldn’t think of a worser fate than bein’ stuck for a while.

Then Gag-Arm caught herself, and she rearranged the parts of her expression right again. “Prolly might be, yeah. You’ll make it, but y’ ain’t gonna go further — not real safely, anyhow.”

She kicks back, head back ’gainst the wall like there’s cotton-all to cotton-to... “Could stand a handful’a pieces for the leg, I figure.” Plenty of space to nick bits, around a repair station... “Anycase, ’s my concern, right? You look t’ your flyvver.”

[skymade]

“Have you ever needed something so badly that you lose yourself just to have it?”

— Effy Fritz, "Body Permanent" (via buttonpoetry)

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misstheground‌ :

Shoya felt arms wrapping around her. Opened her mouth to protest, clearly and succinctly. Instead, to her horror, all that came out was an agonizing groan. The touch felt like fire burning straight through her chest, and the movement – well, it was a wonder she didn’t throw up all over her carrier.

“I – am going – to kill you,” she ground out, painfully, even as she grabbed a handful of shirt (and hair) as tightly as she could. “I need a doctor, I do not need you.”

Oww — Gag-Arm yelped and took a swat at Shoya’s face, and she was none-too-gentle about jostling her. ( Regretted that, too, in less’n a quick jiff: the weight pinged her bum leg, twinges and tweaks twitching up from heel to the seam of metal and skin. Oww. ) Ungrateful fuckin’ wet sock.

“How close d’ya reckon you’ll find a doctor allaway out here? You’ll see a kiss-off a’fore you get to a planet with halfa hospital worth your spit—” Another yank on her hair pulled another yelp out of her. “Diu lei lo mo chau hai! Hol’ still, you wheat-stupid—”

She caught a slower breath; stopped; glared. “I’m a get-enough hand for patchin’ up, and I’m your better-est” ( only ) “option.”

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tagged by: @skymade​ tagging: @finnigankale @misstheground

ONE ( alias / name )  brigh

TWO ( birthday )  nov 11 THREE ( zodiac sign )  the least-scorpio scorpio lmao 

FOUR ( height )  5′2″ ish

FIVE ( hobbies )  writing, board games + ttrpg, larp, having strong opinions about comics i’m not reading, web development, mixing tea

SIX ( favorite color/s )   gold, grey, red, bronze, green SEVEN ( favorite books )   boneshaker, gone girl, sabriel, murder on the orient express

EIGHT ( last song listened to )   "juice” - lizzo NINE ( last film watched )  pacific rim

TEN ( inspiration for muse )   this thread from shing yin khor’s twitter

ELEVEN ( meaning behind your url )   “bindlestiff” is an old slang for hobo

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skymade‌:

   “Down my throat?” She’s amazed by that, truly. Gag-Arm seems to’ve changed her entire world with those words. ( Some of the only she’s said that makes total, complete sense in her translator. Unless it doesn’t, and she’s still got it wrong. )

   “But it’s bigger than my mouth! And so pretty.” But pretty things were meant to be destroyed, sometimes. So she shrugs, opens her mouth as wide as she can – hooks fingers into the sides of her face to stretch it more. She tries to ask if it’s good enough, but with no teeth or lips or tongue meeting anything, it’s just, “Aaah aah-aah?” 

“Dunnit have t’be all in one champ.” Judgey — but she’s laughing. Willow is... hotta luck that she’s a real dish, prob’ly.

Pie, thatwas. Friendly-like. Fine t’have around.

“One bite, ’at is. You c’n cut it up for pieces.” She tilts back against the most chair-like section of this flyvver’s engines, showing a catty half-moon and a shrug. “Only figured y’oughtta have a sommit. An’ I certainly ain’t ’bout to warble through any birthday tune.”

[screenshotsofdespair]

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misstheground‌:

“It is not!” Shoya replied, exasperated. Plenty of people had irritated her before, but no one had ever gotten under her skin quite like this Gag-Arm. (Perhaps it was because she had a habit of being annoyingly correct.)

“It is not. For example, the damage on the outer hull is not a joke. Did you get to see it while you were out there?”

“There’s nobody’s gonna be here inna thou, Shaya,” she brought up, smirky like it were some great gag. The grand inevittebility of Death. Kickit timely or what, everybody had at least that bag a’ worms for a laugh. “Find a giggle every now’n’en, huh?”

A’right, it was for a flat fact that the hull was.... not gorgeous. “After a fashion—” Here to mean A hot jiff of a glimpse before the air swept out for the black, but no bad blood. “It might be a bit poppin’ at the seams, yeah.”

[aheroicdeath]

Above us, only stars. Below us, only stars. To all sides, only stars. Inside us, only stars.

Welcome to Night Vale  (via empathicstars)

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skymade‌:

   “Yeah,” she says, slowly, like she’s processing something sluggishly, faraway, and it’s only just starting to dawn now. “Yeah. A code! We care about the code.” 

   Was the only thing the person above her was saying that made any sense at all. 

   “Code sounds better than rules, too, don’cha think? It sounds, like – all secret and fun.” 

   She shifts in her boots, pushes them against the ground as though she’s hoping, a little, that they’ll scuff, leave a mark of her there. 

   “What’s your name? Mitt?” 

“Any’in’s better than rules.”

Her brows made a run for her hair, but she doesn’t mean the eyeroll to be... well, mean. “I’unno about ‘fun,’ quitelike. Few track miles more honest, though, anyways. Rules ain’t more’n laws dressed up. A code means somethin’, ey?”

“’M Gag-Arm.” Sat comfortable, real leg hooked over the prossie, she ruminates for a jiff — Ey, somebody’d hadda teach her to talk proper once’atime too, right, — she tacks on, “Mitt ’s like... ge’a know. Meet ya, I s’ose.”

[lilac-rph]

       Show me my silver lining                       —  I try to keep on 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛.

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misstheground‌:

Shoya groaned, rolling her eyes. “I do not know what you are saying. Speak clearly or do not speak at all.” Pain made her more crotchety than usual.

Deciding she would rather deal with it on her own than with this strange woman, Shoya attempted to set off down the corridor, leaning heavily against the wall for several labored, slow steps. “I am fine. Fine. Fine…” Her foot caught against nothing and she just barely caught herself from collapsing to the floor.

Strong possibility this was just outright more’f a trouble than it was ever gonna be worthwhile. She’d figured that from the get-go, but Gag-Arm only just narrowed her eyes and watched while the Birdie stumbled. Egg. Ought’ve left her and let her see how far she’d get on her lonesome.

“Ain’t how fine looks,” she answered, autty enough to sound a little robot. Considering it through — Her leg was in get-enough condition lately. Not liable to tip her over, ’specially not as easy as the other woman apparently was gonna fall... Onna quick scrutiny, Shoya was roundabout less’n a buck.

Be clear, eh? A’ight.

Gag-Arm ducked and took a pretty flagrant advantage of Shoya’s wobbles to leverage her over her shoulder and across her back. Trainman’s carry, she thought it ’d be called. “’Ere’s the thing. I’on’t need anybody comin’ lookin’ for me on account of your cold corpse gettin’ left lyin’ around after y’ kick-the-bucket refusin’ to care’a your own huò injury.”