PIT BULL.

MAY THE DRAGON NEVER BE MY GUIDE.

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messy mobile to do list post ... i want to refresh my theme and give it a better background and stuff? maybe actually a picture of Marcus instead of just aesthetic stuff. and i want to make sure all my links and pages are up to date and actually present. etc. and reblog some choice meta and drabbles from my archived blog.

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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈

sentences from amrit brar’s shitty horoscopes series. you may adjust as needed. part i.

BOOK VIII: MEDICINE

❛ you might not be afraid to die, but that doesn’t mean you’re ready. ❜

❛ you were a plague none were prepared for. ❜

❛ you are the mind and the malady, the medicine and the machine. ❜

❛ assholery is incurable. unfortunately. ❜

❛ no one’s going to notice the difference between you pushing dandelions or daisies, so leave them something worth talking about. ❜

❛ there’s no rule stating that parasites can’t be pretty. ❜

❛ justice: just us. ❜

❛ anathema - me without you. ❜

❛ you aren’t obligated to be anyone’s cure. ❜

❛ some are the bandage, some are the knife, some get creative.. ❜

❛ soothe what you can, fight what you can’t. ❜

❛ the only difference between a pathogen and a person is that one is far more creative with how they’ll infect you. ❜

BOOK IX: THE BODY AND THE WRECKAGE

❛ stranger things have happened. like you. you are happening all the time and should probably stop. ❜

❛ let none be the noose. ❜

❛ take what you can and run. ❜

❛ gratuitous violence: unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking, and so like everything else you love. ❜

❛ understanding builds bridges, suffering grows gardens, antipathy sets both on fire for shits and giggles. ❜

❛ there is a variety of sadness that makes a home in your guts and never quite leave. ❜

❛ you could have been anyone, operating this body. the good news is that you won! the bad news is that you’re stuck with it. ❜

❛ being loathsome and lovely in equal measure is probably a talent. somewhere. ❜

❛ why fear the dead, when you can fear the living? corpses in motion, cruelty and kindness. ❜

❛ if you’re forging your own path, be prepared to light your own pyre. ❜

❛ what possessed you to come this far? no, honestly. was it cute? ❜

❛ you can’t wrestle apologies from the sea or the sun but by fuck are you every going to try. ❜

BOOK X: LOVERS & LOSERS

❛ pick a place and die there. ❜

❛ i know you mean well. ❜

❛ may fortune favour the fuckups. ❜

❛ remarkable that one plane of existence can host so much (and so little) distance. the spaces between people, ideals, fingertips, the sky and the sea. ❜

❛ learn it’s best to bite your tongue. temper the nest of hornets in your loveless mouth. ❜

❛ i worry. i worry. worry. ❜

❛ time sours, rots, renews, sours again. ❜

❛ grief and growth live hand-in-hand. ❜

❛ sleeping, like dying, delivers you from one world to the next - to rest in crypts and wake in gardens. ❜

❛ words in couples carry weight: “fuck you.” “hell no.” “oh god.” “sorry mom.” ❜

❛ make room for small, fragile things, even with bones like cement and a leaden heart. ❜

❛ you win some, you lose some, you lie, cheat, and swindle some, you vanish on a crisp winter’s day never to be seen again. ❜

BOOK XII: ILLUMINATE

❛ quiet reflection is next to impossible if you mental landscape is one long scream. ❜

❛ you inspire me to be better! a better “what” is up for interpretation. (person? arsonist? alien?) ❜

❛ we don’t know where you came form, but we need you to go back. ❜

❛ the dark doesn’t intend to hurt you - only the creatures who plot during the cruel, cold light of day. ❜

❛ i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun, tucked away in your chest. ❜

❛ there’s asking for forgiveness, there’s asking for permission, and then there’s saying “fuck it,” and doing what you may. ❜

❛ if only it were easy! to wish and want for nothing. if only you weren’t less human for it - wishing and wanting for nothing. ❜

❛ in the end there is no blaze of glory. ❜

❛ love to distraction, die due to carelessness. ❜

❛ in the span of your life there’s plenty to avoid: the wicked, the merciless, the things you want for no reason other than wanting them. ❜

❛ you are dazzling and terrifying - those words are not as removed from one another as you may think. ❜

❛ flirt with death, tease the inevitable, give the void a saucy wink. ❜

BOOK XII: OBITUARIES

❛ things to bother believing in: love, switchblades, extraterrestrials. ❜

❛ let the record show that they were ill-equipped to deal with you. which is unsurprising, since you ill-equipped to deal with you. ❜

❛ you’ll be fertilizer regardless, might as well have interesting stories for the dirt. ❜

❛ there is an exhaustion that comes with living in an embrace like a vice, a kiss like a canker sore. ❜

❛ fear is an absence of understanding. horror is the act of understanding perfectly. ❜

❛ to labour in love, to toil in tenderness. ❜

❛ your love will always be rooted deeper than any grave. ❜

❛ you’ve long seen your downfall spelled out in another’s bones. ❜

❛ the victor spoils, the loser learns. ❜

❛ the body is rot waiting to happen. ❜

❛ you will have never loved for nothing. ❜

❛ the aftermath of you life afford you three real options: obscurity, legend, or horror story. ❜

[lifeinpoetry]

I feel myself pressed harder into this life. 

Sometimes it’s so near and docile I can feel my hand take hold of it. 

Other times it’s that old, alarming sorrow, that animal scrambling 

to its feet, desperate 

to be living. 

Because it’s mine, I wait for it to die. Then I bury it.

— Carrie Fountain, from “Burn Lake 3,” Burn Lake

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hello, what year is it.

[nerdisma-deactivated20171202]

[venturespetrock]

[rose-burn]

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will someone PLEASE write tomas ortega im suffering

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i cannot be stopped from making verses because “sad ex-priest” is, somehow, a timeless concept

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obscured cancelled tv show fandom verses for the hurrah (its an itf verse)

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bringing religion or god and marcus’ former title as a priest into the bedroom is one of the worst things anyone can do. he hates it. it’s an immediate turn off, it’s deeply uncomfortable. he has an intricate, life-long, intimate relationship with god and faith, and turning it into a kink is beyond inappropriate. 

and ... uh ... he’s a csa survivor. he was abused by a priest. so it’s extremely triggering, on top of everything else.

[heartbreakhur]

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🍷hello

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the demon: you act like brother simon was the first, but his is not the face you see when you close your eyes. (taking on the voice of marcus’ father) where are you, marky-boy? i know you’re in here. marcus: my dad was a mad dog. i did what needed to be done. the demon: you tell yourself that. but your mum were long dead, and the door right there. you could have run. you could have gone for help. you chose to take that gun off that wall. that’s why it haunts you. not because you regret it, but because you enjoyed it. it makes you wonder if that violence in your heart was always there. or if it gets passed from one generation to the next. marcus: you know something? you’re the first one that ever got that right. the demon: lucky me.

[quixoticrobotic]

making headcanons that selectively ignore things that were established in canon

[misericordii]

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‘ so you have learned how to wait, then. ’ it’s a marginally more gracious way, perhaps, of saying she might well have - unintentionally - shot him if he’d picked the lock while she was out, instead. ‘ i’ve been told you like to let yourself in. ’

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leaning in her stoop, “ figured it’s the least i can do. ” now if that isn’t a weighty sentence and a half - says something in it about two and a bit decades plus two exorcisms, one failed, one successful. plus the patter of an afternoon’s rain is one of those sounds that he’s made familiar but quiet, something - halfway peaceful, atmospheric white noise. 

marcus scratches under his jaw, fingers scraping through two weeks of unshaven hair, and remarks, “ which one told you that ? tomas deserved it. ” bennett never did, but then he never really has deserved anything marcus has made him suffer through. “ i was just returning the favour. ”

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(slides 10$ across the table) write tom/as orte/ga so i don’t have to