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[hatigave]

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[hatigave]

genuinely  i've  been  having  an  awful  time  lately,  so  to  randomly  get  a  message  like  'hey  your  blog  is  pretty'  shot  me  up  into  the  stratosphere  strapped  to  a  rocket  of  pure  joy.

[hatigave]

hi! ur blog is lit so gorgeous! i was wondering what font u used on ur icon and ur pinned graphics? and also if u made the pinned graphic on photoshop? thank u so much!

aaah  pookie  thank  you  so  much  !  this  genuinely  means  the  world  to  me,  as  i  do  try  to  put  a  lot  of  effort  into  my  graphics.

the  font  i  use  on  my  icons  is  old  newspaper  types,  faux  bold  and  faux  italic.

for  the  font  in  my  pinned  i  made  that  'graphic'  with  carrd  !  however,  i  did  not  save  it  (  boo,  i  know  )  but  i  think  it's  georgia,  size  0,75.  thin  weight.  letter  spacing  0.025.  and  uppercase  appearance.  i  just  tinker  on  a blank page carrd  until  it  looks  right,  and  then  i  take  a  screenshot  of  it.  you  could  probably  do  it  with  photoshop,  but  i  thought  carrd  would  be  easier  ¯_(ツ)_/¯

when  it  comes  to  my  other  graphics,  they  are  all  made  with  photoshop.  althought  i  think  you  can  use  photopea  for  basically  all  of  it  too.

[lookedinfinite]

maeve has never had a sweet-tooth, or at least, she cannot remember ever having one.  maybe it was simply... trained out of her.  plenty of foster families never had anything in, would hand out biscuits or sweets like meals if it meant shutting up the children in their 'care'.  she prefers her food fresh, preferably prepared by herself,  preferably not long since removed from the ground or a bush.  food is for survival.  as much as she enjoys the process of cooking for those she loves, she's never had much interest in actually eating it beyond the needed. 

"I'm from a variety of places." vague, vague enough she knows it's borderline rude, but she can't help it. the thought of discussing herself makes her throat burn with bile. but it takes conscious effort to continue  -  to add more despite how she'd prefer not to. "I've only been to lunenburg once, but I liked it."  she's mostly lived in cities, her main work has required it. but that doesn't mean that's what she prefers, where she would be if that wasn't a necessity. she's always preferred being outdoors over being crushed by concrete jungles. "and I'm told they do decent cakes here. but I've never tried them."

[hatigave]

dennis  knows  he  is  acting  like  a  dog  eager  to  return  to  its  master's  heel.  he  does  not  care  that  her  heel  is  far  from  his  place  to  sit.  does  not  care  that  he  does  not  know  her,  and  that  she  does  not  know  him  in  turn.  it  is  enough  to  know  in  his  heart  that  she  is  kind      ;      just  that  it  is  enough  to  even  imagine  having  a  proper  place  in  this  world.

he  is  lost,  just  like  she  is,  because  she  is  from  a  variety  of  places.  the  omens  do  not  waver  when  she  says  it,  so  she  does  not  lie  to  him.  ❝  do  you  want  to  share  one  ?  a  cake,  i  mean  .  .  .  well  a  slice,  not  an  entire  cake.  ❞  not  once  this  entire  conversation  have  his  eyes  strayed  from  her  features.  he  keeps  his  gaze  fixated  on  her,  and  her  goodness.  too  afraid  of  seeing  it  slip  away  from  his  grasp  to  the  point  where  he  could  never  have  it  again  so  close  to  him.  ❝  i'll  pay.  i  have  to  repay  you  for  this  conversation.  ❞

[perfectmetaphore]

@hatigave said "i don't always know what's going to help" | James Norrington

It's bad again. Another one of those nights where Silver wishes to fucking God that he hadn't survived himself. Better yet, that he had never been put on this earth, in a world that has never been a particular fan of him. Why else would it pick on him so grotesquely? Mark his skin and heart with scars that just don't want to mend. Or the demons that just love to jump out at him when he is vulnerable. It's the memories they bring that are the worst. Pictures turn to motion, a reminder of everything that has hurt him. Everything that still hurts him.

This isn't the first time. No, James has seen the worst of him. He has seen him when he is pulling at his own hair trying to regain his sense of sanity. Has seen him doubled over the toilet, or those times when he is screaming out of sheer terror at nothing in particular. For it is those pictures in his head, the phantom pains, the chronic pains. Everything that comes to haunt him all at once.

Shallow breath falls from his lips. Chest moves in an uneven, but calmer rhythm than before. He is leaning against the bed, sitting on the floor. It feels better on the floor, cooler, less restricting. When James speaks, he simply chuckles. It is raw, hurt... scared. But still, there is a certain dark humour there.

"I don't either"

Silent tears are still falling. He can't stop them and it is pointless anyway, to try. Pointless to hide from his husband who knows him well enough to understand when shit is about to hit the fan. His hands are shaking, well, his entire being is shaking from the aftershock of the panic attack. Absently he is fidgeting with the wedding back around his finger, as if this can ground him further. Put distance to all that hurts and pull him back to reality.

"It's interesting how very paralysing fear and panic can be, don't you think? Just rendering you so completely useless..."

Silver stares at the ceiling, lips have fallen open as if he's about to continue speaking. Every word is a rasp, as if his throat is trying to keep his voice from escaping.

"... so fucking stupid"

There is a lot to his story that he has kept away from James, from everyone really. No one has pushed, and Silver is grateful for that. Even so, he feels guilty. James, at the very least, should be allowed entrance to everything that is dark, twisted and painful inside his head. Everything that makes John Silver so pathetically weak.

[hatigave]

at  the  end  of  the  day,  james  just  hopes  that  silver  knows  that  he  will  always  try.  he's  not  stupid      ;      he  knows  that  there  is  no  magic  cure.  knows  that  there  isn't  a  wand  hidden  in  a  drawer  somewhere,  something  small  and  simple  for  him  to  wave  that  makes  everything  alright  with  the  flick  of  a  wrist.  love  isn't  enough  to  take  all  of  it  away.  but  he  hopes  that  it  is  at  least  enough  to  soothe  the  ache  of  it  all.

perhaps  it  is  the  weight  of  his  upbringing  that  is  dragging  him  down  in  times  like  this.  the  idea  that  he  always  has  to  know  what  to  do  grows  heavier  with  every  passing  day.  how  cruel,  to  not  know  what  could  help  the  one  he  loves  most  in  this  world. 

he  tries  to  make  himself  small  as  he  slumps  to  the  floor,  a  bit  away  from  his  husband.  a  weak  imitation  of  how  he  would  approach  dogs  he  didn't  know  back  when  he  was  young.  palm  open  and  a  direct  line  clear  to  the  door  for  silver  to  dash  to  if  he  ever  needed  it.

❝  it's  not  stupid,  it's  biology.  ❞  his  understanding  is  clinical.  as  simple  and  sterile  as  an  antiseptic.  he  does  not  understand  that  what  he  does  not  feel,  and  makes  up  for  his  lack  of  firsthand  experience  by  seeing  the  world  as  something  painfully  simple.  ❝  it's  designed  to  keep  you  safe  .  .  .  it's  just  rather  unfortunate  that  it  happens  when  you  don't  particularly  need  it.  ❞

fingers  tap  gently  against  the  floor.  invite  silver  to  take  his  hand  if  that  would  help.  james  doesn't  know,  but  he  imagines  that  a  hug  would  have  the  opposite  effect  right  about  now.  ❝  do  you  think  it  would  help  to  do  that  five  things  you  can  see,  four  things  you  can  touch,  exercise  ?  i've  heard  great  things  about  it  after  all.  ❞

[lunamonchtuna]

— June Gehringer, ‘I get so jealous of euthanized dogs’ (via lunamonchtuna)

[muyuun]

I LOVE. having multiple threads with my rp partners !! it’s like on some days i feel like writing long stuff, on others i feel more like writing short stuff, sometimes i’d rather write some intense situations, and other times i’m more in the mood for lighthearted topics. having several different types of threads with a person enables me to keep rping with them even if i’m stuck @ a reply for another thread we’re having !! it’s great, honestly !? if you wanna have 1 more thread or 20 more threads /w me that’s 10/10 👌👌👌👌 just write that starter or send an ic ask & we’ll go from there or hmu for plotting k man i love threads i love writing all the things

[perfectmetaphore]

@hatigave said ❝ Careful. I bite. ❞ ⎯⎯⎯ | Ellis

Is it a threat or a challenge? Not that it really matters to Silver, for he can already feel an interest stir within. There is no hiding when he drags his eyes over the man before him, takes him in only to meet his eyes with his own piercing blue.

"Is that a promise or a warning?"

Perhaps it's stupid of him to lean into danger, but Silver cannot help himself. He seeks trouble. Seek the things that have the potential to bring harm rather than good. But he doesn't care. Safety bores him, or perhaps it is something he has never known. At least not in a long while. And what happened the last time he had the walls of safety around him? It nearly killed him. Yeah, no more of that.

"And if it's a promise, then are you sure you can handle what I have to offer?"

Silver leans in closer. It is not much, but it is enough for the stranger to know his exact intentions. To give him time to pull away or simply punch him in the face. Either is a good telltale to whether his advances have been accepted or rejected. And so he smirks. He knows he looks good tonight, knows he looks good most of the time. There is just something about that dishevelled look of his. Icy blue eyes, thick curls. His tanned skin and lean body.

His only real strength, appearance and words.

[hatigave]

all  he  ever  wants  is  to  be  someone  else.  to  discard  the  costume  of  the  tower,  which  hasn't  fit  him  for  years.  to  step  away  from  the  mad  dog  with  the  sharp  teeth,  only  to  find  that  he  longs  for  the  leash.  ellis  is  thankful  for  his  job       ⎯⎯⎯       for  the  ability  to  change  shape  and  story  every  single  day.  who  he  is  today  won't  be  who  he's  going  to  be  tomorrow,  and  today  .  .  .  well  today  he  just  doesn't  want  to  be  lonely.

❝  today  it  is  a  promise.  ❞  he  smiles,  even  when  it's  all  teeth  and  very  little  truth.  everything  about  him  is  fake  these  days,  from  ego  to  home  address.  still        ;       stranger  doesn't  need  to  know  how  low  he  is  being,  and  ellis  can  act  his  fucking  ass  off  when  a  cute  thing  is  on  the  line.

❝  don't  you  worry  your  pretty  little  head  'bout  a  thing.  i'm  pretty  fuckin'  confident  i  can  handle  you  just  fine.  you,  on  the  other  hand,  should  just  let  me  buy  you  a  drink  first.  let  me  get  you  in  the  mood  and  all  that.  ❞  ellis  knows  he  is  both  talking  shit  and  stalling  for  time.  it  is  quite  the  burden,  wavering  confidence  when  faced  with  icy  eyes.  ❝  if  you're  down,  that  is.  ❞

[hollandeir]

❛ punch it, dude. don’t be a pussy. ❜ — @hatigave

❛ all right, all right! hold on. i'm trying to focus. ❜ when tiffany had invited him along on her workout, shane assumed they'd be running alongside each other on treadmills, or lifting weights together. nowhere in their most recent text exchange had she mentioned a punching bag.

he's overthinking it, trying to remember the last time he's punched anything at all. shane swings, misses, and the momentum carries him forward in such a way that makes him nearly stumble into some equipment. he can't help it: he laughs, no longer frustrated. ❛ well now i know to just let people rob me since i have no chance in hell of defending myself. ❜

[hatigave]

shane  should  be  glad  for  the  kindness  of  a  punching  bag,  rather  than  the  unforgiving  cruelty  of  a  wooden  plank  with  limited  foam.  next  time  (  as  if  there  is  ever  going  to  be  a  next,  if  she  keeps  up  the  giggles  at  seeing  his  attempt  at  punching  )  she'll  teach  him  how  to  do  a  perfect  backflip,  and  brainstorm  silly  little  names  for  his  new  signature  move.

❝  stop  overthinking,  pooks  !  there's  no  reason  for  you  to  get  robbed  in  broad  daylight      ;      you  just  have  to  get  out  of  your  head.  ❞  tiffany  knows  she's  a  horrible  teacher.  a  whole  lot  of  ❛   just  feel  it  ❜,  and  a  bit  more  of  ❛ it'll  all  come  natural  once  you  understand  how  to  do  it  ❜.  she  also  knows  that  she  believes  in  shane's  ability  to  knock  somebody's  lights  out.  ❝  just  think  about  someone  who  has  pissed  you  off  .  .  .  a  shit  ex,  maybe  a  rival  you  really,  really,  hate.  ❞

[vanityangel]

"I've never seen Solo Sikoa beg and plead for his safety before!" Call an ambulance! ...But not for Solo Sikoa.

[unprotectedmechs]

(flirting) you look like you bruise really easily haha. i can smell fear btw

[starbuck]

“…to me” is one of the most powerful disclaimers we have on here… is this character analysis accurate? debatable. but it’s real… to me.

[sanscest69]

I just realized that many many people have jobs

Rb with your job, wtf do you people do while offline???

[xavrdolan]

Uncle Yanco dir. Agnes Varda

[hatigave]

i  keep  asking  for  this  every  couple  of  years  .  .  .  but  when  will  someone  give  me  the  night  at  the  mu.seum  au  for  willem  that  i  so  desperately  crave  ?!

[aneurins-barnard]

ANEURIN BARNARD as RICHARD III THE WHITE QUEEN Episode 8 The King is Dead

[hatigave]

@timelovcd alexander & archie : 020. a lakeside pavilion on an especially hot day

sunset  is  not  far  away  now,  seeing  as  the  day  has  passed  them  by  and  the  evening  has  rung  the  bell       ;       announcing  its  coming  through  the  still  trees  and  cicada's  song.  it's  easy  to  love  life  when  life  is  kind,  and  there  is  warm  water  agreeable  enough  to  dip  one's  toes  in.

❝  what  do  you  think,  ❞  the  question  means  nothing,  yet  everything  all  at  once.  archie  does  not  specify.  grows  bored  of  speaking  clearly  and  without  the  added  charm  of  the  occasional  riddle.  a  frog  calls  for  its  mate  in  the  shade  of  the  foliage  on  the  edge  of  the  lake   ⎯   or  so  romantic  heart  is  quick  to  assume   ⎯   and  archie  can  feel  the  swelling  in  his  own  throat  and  the  childlike  longing  for  a  vocal  sac  to  mimic  the  sound.  ❝  one  more  day  here,  or  are  you  needed  elsewhere  ?  ❞