起死回生 ( ap. )

[deathwoken]

FUCK OFF PUSSYYYYY

“Pussy?You always struck me as more of a dick kind of guy.”

[ask-subway-mei]

bulge ｌｏｃａｔｅｄ

[deathwoken]

@tornhonored

[deathwoken]

Genji is with me

“Always for friends.”

[deathwoken]

tornhonored:

It was a life that kept him in chains. A life that his skin, now marked by it’s harsh gaps and coils, is embedded with. A life that he now holds his head high for and a life he oft found himself nearly dying for. It was all he would know. His inner child perhaps craved something else. But duty had been beaten into him. ( in ways he wished were untrue. ) And it was a powerful calling. He is avoidant of his brother’s gaze. Firm, however, young eyes muddled with the burn of uncertainty. “No longer. One of us must appease them. And it shall be me. By birthright, by choice. I am not a boy, Genji. Time is fleeting and when the time has come I must take father’s place. Such fancies are not to be humored.”

The contrast between the way the brothers were raised was a painful one. Painful for Hanzo; the heir, but not the prodigal son. His brother holds himself as he is expected too. Remaining strong in the face of such a bitter future. Unwilling to be swayed to see any other path, there'll be no escape from it for him if he is content to submit to the wishes of the elders. A dark future where those crones will dig their talons in deeper, effectively making Hanzo their puppet. More so than he already is.

“Any man dreams of freedom once he is caged. You do yourself a disservice by lying to yourself. Denying that you want it, if only for a day. It is not some childish fancy; it is a basic need strong in any human being.” Fists clench at his side while shoulders sag. The entire topic leaves a foul taste in his mouth. “They do not treat you right. They never will.”

[deathwoken]

[deathwoken]

ofmaw:

“You remember the fact that you’re alive. Despite all odds. Hell, you’re probably a good example and-” a knock against his own chest. Hardly flesh beneath- a thin layer of skin had it not been for his own augmentations, “so am I. Be it out of spite, you’re still spittin’ and kicking.” To say he had followed Genji for no reason was a lie- Genji had a number on his head. So did his brother. They both had, for different reasons. Yet Genji’s particular story had him decline an offer.

Seemed like Genji needed the revenge instead.

“Shimada Genji, right?” Rhetorical question. “You got a lot on your mind.”

His mind races with replies. Ready to spit back: I do not feel alive or I am more machine than man, it makes no difference. It's the bitter anger itching just under the surface. Body hunches, tensing in his attempt to push back against the wave of negativity and instead listen. Wise words that would sink in eventually. After they pushed through clouded mind. “Yet we can not survive on spite alone. The fire that is born from anger will burn those that stand in its way, as well as burn the one who brought it into being.” He does not lift his gaze to look upon his company, toying with his face plate in hand. Separate the lower part to bring that to his face, leaving only eyes uncovered.

“I am, and I do.” Genji does not feel like rising, yet he forces himself to do so-- face the other properly. A stranger who sounded like kin. The dull thud had not gone unnoticed, stirring his curiosity. “I do not think we have met before.”

[deathwoken]

"How'd you find my address?"

“I followed you.” Not an answer anyone (least of a young girl) would like to hear. He was well aware of just how creepy such an action made him seem, and where he to do this without a good reason it certainly was unsettling.

“Something seemed off. I wanted to ensure your safety without alerting anyone. To avoid stirring up trouble whenever possible is preferable.”

[deathwoken]

“Some days are more difficult than others. The progress you have made feels like it has crumbled into nothing.” It does not matter who it is that hears him so long as he is heard. To speak and release them to the wind with the feeling it is being heard. Some days are hard and anger itches under the surface – no amount of meditation helps and his agitation shows in the tense- ness of body and strained forced calmness in his tone.

“How do you see your achievements when you lose sight of where you are.”

[recklessbarbieklaus]

friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you

[batgrabbed]

HEATHERS THE MUSICAL LYRIC STARTERS.

I believe I’m a good person.

I think there’s good in everyone.

I look around at all these people I’ve known all my life and I ask myself… what happened?

This ain’t no high school, this is the Thunderdome.

Hold your breath and count the days.

We’re graduating soon.

College will be paradise.

I know life can be beautiful.

If we/I changed back then, we/I could change again.

Hey, are you okay?

Things will get better.

Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze.

What did you say to me, skank?

We were kind before, we can be kind once more.

We on for movie night?

What can I say? I’m a sucker for a happy ending.

He is the smartest guy on the football team, which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.

I’m sorry, are you actually talking to me?

You’re a high school has-been waiting to happen.

Why do they/you hate me?

Why don’t I/you fight back?

Why do I/you act like such a creep? 

Why do I cry myself to sleep?

Send me a sign, God!

She is a mythic bitch.

I would give anything to be like that.

Maybe you should see a doctor.

For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure.

You could stand to lose a few pounds.

I don’t want any trouble.

Don’t you dare touch me!

Who could survive this?

I think I’m dying.

Are we gonna have a problem? You got a bone to pick?

I’d normally slap your face off and everyone here could watch, but I’m feeling nice.

If you lack the balls, you can go play dolls.

You just gotta prove you’re not a pussy anymore.

Why when you see boys fight does it look so horrible yet feel so right?

I shouldn’t watch this crap, that’s not who I am.

Could you be seen with me and still act proud?

It’s fine if you don’t agree.

I would fight for you if you would fight for me.

Happiness comes when everythings numbs.

The world doesn’t owe you a cent.

You’re planning your future, ____. You’ll go to some college and marry a lawyer.

The sky’s gonna hurt when it falls, so you better start building some walls.

Drink, smoke, it’s all cool.

Let’s get naked in my pool.

Let’s rub each other’s backs while watching porn on Cinemax.

It’s time for big fun!

So wait, it’s lime, then salt, then shot?

You’re doing it wrong!

You’re looking good tonight!

Woah, a hot guy/girl smiled at me without a trace of mockery!

Stoned. Zoned. I should quit.

Hey, is that weed? I want a hit.

I’m not afraid.

I feel like Bono at Live Aid!

Way to show maturity!

Quit it jackass, get off of me!

I didn’t need your help.

You need a jello shot!

I can’t believe you actually came.

It’s exciting, right?

Showing up here took some guts.

Why do you gotta be so weird all the time? People wouldn’t hate you so much if you acted normal.

There’s no alcohol in here! Are you trying to poison me?

I’m in your yard.

I’m a dead girl/man walking.

What’re you doing in my room?

Sorry, but I really had to wake you.

I decided I must ride you till I break you.

Tonight I’m yours.

Lets go, you know the drill.

I’m hot and pissed and on the pill.

You say you’re numb inside but I can’t agree.

So the world’s unfair, keep it locked out there.

How’d you find my address?

Let’s break the bed!

I think you tore my mattress!

Believe it or not, I knew about fear.

I hid behind smiles and crazy hot clothes.

The world, it held me down, it weighed like a concrete prom queen/king crown.

No one thinks a pretty girl/boy has feelings.

No one sees the me inside of me.

Jesus, you’re making me sound like Air Supply.

No one thinks a pretty girl/boy has substance. That’s the curse of popularity.

I am more than just a source of handjobs.

Call me when the shuttle lands.

I weep for all I failed to be.

You’re very quiet. What’s on your mind?

I’m bigger than John Lennon!

You got a left hand? Use it.

Don’t talk mean like that.

You make my balls so blue.

You are the only thing that’s right about this broken world.

I was a frozen lake, but then you melted me awake.

You’re not alone.

Our love is God.

We can start and finish wars, We’re what killed the dinosaurs.

I worship you.

I’d trade my life for yours.

I was hoping you’d rip my clothes off me, sport.

Ger off the fence! Get off the damn fence!

I don’t understand.

Stop being a dick!

What does that mean?

What the fuck have you done?!

My teen angst bullshit has a body count.

I can’t believe that you still refuse to get a clue, after all that we been through.

Fine, we’re damaged, really damaged but that does not make us wise.

We’re not special, we’re not different.

Don’t you want a life with me?

If you could let me in I could be good with you.

Don’t stop looking in my eyes.

I wanna be with you.

Hold me tighter. Even closer.

I’ll stay if I’m what you choose.

You’re the one I choose.

Deep inside of everyone, there’s a hot ball of shame.

Everyday’s a battlefield when pride’s on the line.

Our love can knock our walls down.

Tried to change the world, barely made a dent.

I have struggled with despair.

I prayed, but God’s not there.

There’s nowhere to hide.

You don’t deserve to live.

You’re pathetic because you whine!

You’re gonna die alone.

We’re all grown up and we know better.

I believe any dream worth having is a dream that should not have to end.

Oh my God. Is she/he dead?

Keep it together.

I’m so sorry.

Where have you been?

You wouldn’t understand.

You don’t know what my world looks like!

Sorry to come through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know.

You chucked me out like I was trash!

You left me and I fell apart.

You changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside.

I was meant to be yours.

Don’t give up on me now.

Society churns out slaves and blanks. No thanks.

Open the door, please.’

Please, can we not fight anymore?

You’re scared, I’ve been there.

Don’t make me come in there!

No one here deserves to die except for me.

I wish your mom/dad had been a little stronger. I wish she/he stayed around a little longer.

I wish your dad/mom were good.

I wish we met before they convinced you life is war.

I am damaged, far too damaged.

You’re not beyond repair.

You look like hell.

Hey! What are you doing?!

I miss you.

I’d be honored if you’d let me be your friend.

If no one loves me now, some day somebody will.

One day we’ll change the world, but let’s kick back tonight.

[sigrunvalkyrie]

@deathwoken

            Angela shook her head, smiling at him warmly. “I know that it’s not necessary, but I want to. Besides, it lets me check on how you’re doing.” She sat the bag down on one of the benches and held her hands in front of her, gently gripping her tablet. “Do you have time for it now?” It may seem like a simple formality, but Angela wanted to make sure that Genji felt like he had agency when it came to their check-ins and meetings. Overwatch tended to make Angela feel like there was far too much out of her control and she didn’t want to extend that feeling onto anyone else.

[deathwoken]

He reaches into the bag to retrieve the bottle, turning it over in hand for a glance at its contents before he picks at the cap. It's in part a genuine attempt to open it, and in part a way to stim with his good hand, rubbing digits along the rigid edge. The feeling's still there. “Aha! It does make a perfect excuse to check your patient.” There's no anger, annoyance, or malice in his voice though his tone falls a little flat. Shoulders relax, rigidity eased out of his frame to convey he's at ease. With her that comes easy.

He sits, eyeing her tablet for just a moment, nodding softly. “Go ahead, I am ready.”

[deathwoken]

wwarchild

i made my blog a week before release i'm dead squirtle

{Same actually? IDK why but I put the creation date on my first blog (McCree lmao) and that’s like, may 17th.}

[deathwoken]

{Hi guys!! I’m finally getting better and with that I’ll work on my drafts. My boy’s post reminded me we’re gonna be veterans in this community soon. I’m old, guys.}

[deathwoken]

I need healing

[deathwoken]

ridesagain:

         ❝ …c’n you climb walls, too? ❞ 

“Yes. I am quite good at it.”

[ridesagain]

deathwoken replied to your post:             Entire dashboard is babies.

I won’t be so tiny when I climb onto your shoulders

         ❝ …like a little kid? ❞ 

[deathwoken]

“                    . . . I was thinking more like spider-man.”

[i-am-not-a-guardian-deactivated]

if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.