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@laidbear
# 𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑. 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑
uncomfortably exploring ; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵 & 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, & 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘦 - & 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘪𝘥.
smooches bear on his probably dry elbows
Hi, I continue to miss bear.
i have this constant feeling of wanting to leave all the time, i don't know when, i don't know where, but i only know that i want to leave
LOUISE GLÜCK x RAFAEL M. MILANI
‘Parados’, Ararat (1992);
Untitled photographs, Fata Morgana series (2016)
psychologically i know there is something wrong with me. like on a fundamental level. if a vampire were chasing me through the woods i would be elated the entire time. even if it meant me dying like Yayyyyyyy enjoy the meal lol
“I’m a top” “I’m a bottom” ok well I’m a creep. I’m a weirdo
𓋼𓍊𓋼 𓋼𓍊𓋼
𓋼𓍊 𓋼𓍊
𓍊𓋼 𓍊𓋼
𓋼𓍊 𓋼𓍊
𓋼𓍊𓋼 𓋼𓍊𓋼
what if i were to, idk, return.
love talking about weather. like yes girl the heat or lack thereof ❤️
* it was like when you make a move in chess and just as you take your finger off the piece, you see the mistake you've made, and there's this panic because you don't know yet the scale of disaster you've left yourself open to . . .
. . . i keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. ( and these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, ) but in the end it's just too much. the current's too strong, they've got to let go, drift apart. that's how it is with us. it's a shame, but in the end we can't stay together forever.
VALERIE / V / KIDDO // WHOLLY LOVED, POORLY PROTECTED, CANON-DIVERGENT PORTRAYAL. FROM THE DEPTHS OF CYBERPUNK 2077.
* it was like when you make a move in chess and just as you take your finger off the piece, you see the mistake you've made, and there's this panic because you don't know yet the scale of disaster you've left yourself open to . . .
. . . i keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. ( and these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, ) but in the end it's just too much. the current's too strong, they've got to let go, drift apart. that's how it is with us. it's a shame, but in the end we can't stay together forever.
VALERIE / V / KIDDO // WHOLLY LOVED, POORLY PROTECTED, CANON-DIVERGENT PORTRAYAL. FROM THE DEPTHS OF CYBERPUNK 2077.
"Hmm." Yes, there's a little pause there - not judgement, necessarily, but it's definitely not a point of view Isaac can identify with. He's simply someone who needs a lot more forethought into something like this. Clearly.
"Careful who you tell that to." Isaac says with amusement, regarding Bear's skinny arm and the temporary tattoos that are left. "I'm absolutely just winging it, but also these aren't permanent so the stakes are negligible."
Isaac starts selecting the tattoos he wants to use and applying them to Bear's arm with the wet cloth. His own positioning is less haphazard than the way Bear slapped the temporary tattoos on his arm, but the end result is no less ridiculous, all things considered.
and really, that was the problem. they weren't permanent, the stakes were WORSE than negligible ; they were downright nonexistent. “ wouldn't it be extra silly of me if these were, like . . . not actually temporary? ” he would ask, throwing the possibility into the universe as if that was enough to make it the truth. “ you'd be stuck with what i did forever -- but i bet you'd learn to love it though, you could come up with all sorts of stories for how they happened. ” and bear would, of course, feature in each and every one ; even if that meant having to stick around in order to make up the stories himself.
“ not to be dramatic, but you may have a gift for this. ” he said upon glancing at his arm, giving fingers a wiggle in order to make tendons roll under the newly acquired art. “ you ever wanna go dumpster diving for the real deal, just say the word and i'm there. ”
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. ❜
"yeah?" rainbow grins excitedly, then scrapes her nails across the webbed surface of her top, if you can call it one. she still hasn't taken off the cheap lingerie onesie she bought for pennies online since she left the club with it tucked into a miniskirt, elevated with the right accessories into e-girl chic. he's totally gross for wanting to swap into her sweat, even if she did tell him it was a super slow night. still she's just as gross for hanging out with him without a shower and a change; maybe that's why she hands it right over, delighted, as she covers her chest with one hand, then shivers. "kay, gimme."
fucking sick, honestly. but that could be said for most activities bear got up to. somewhere deep within the filing cabinets of a welsh social service office a page made note of just how being ICKY gave bear a sense of power ; the power to repel those he wanted to keep away, and the power to know that even when disgusting others would still want him. tragically, the person who made said note wasn't around to talk him through just why swapping nasty clothes at the end of a long night wouldn't solve any problems.
thrilled with the ease at which she'd agreed to do such a stupid thing, bear wasted no time in worming his way into the thing he'd been given, making a show out of sniffing it while doing so. “ you're about to feel real boring, mate. ” he said, slingshotting his own shirt her way. size wise they really were't that far off from each other, but when it came to style? on the night in question, the most he had to offer was a nearly transparent t-shirt, threadbare from years of use. it was still a vibe -- a very different vibe, but a vibe nonetheless.
"My Ma decorated it, but everything's still good." So he'd left it, he means. It's usually only him who's ever in here - who else would care about the decor?
The question about bedrooms is odd, but Isaac leads the way out of the living room and up the stairs. "Four." He says as they reach the landing, gesturing down the hallway. "The one at the end is mine, and there's one with a bed if ever I have a guest, but the other two are empty at the moment." Isaac swings open the doors to the three spare rooms, but not his own. The biggest of the three rooms has a neat, if plain, bed made up in a room of blue walls, where the other two follow the same cream colour scheme. One has a few boxes Isaac hasn't bothered to take to the attic. "That one's a bathroom. There's also an office downstairs that I use when I'm working from home. I assume you don't care about the mudroom and things like that."
four. a good number. round. one for personal use, one for guests, and two to use as one pleased. really it was the perfect number to have ; any less wouldn't be enough, and any more would be overwhelming when it came to keeping track of what went where. as it wasn't bear's home, he didn't have to worry about such things, but it was hard not to notice such a perfect number when it came up in conversation.
& as bear watched three doors swing open, it was hard not to chuckle to himself given just how hard he'd been hyping up the number four only seconds prior. “ i care about mudrooms, ” he said. “ just not right now. ” taking the open door as an equally ope invitation, bear made his way into the blue-walled room, walking the perimeter of the bed as he looked around. “ before you took the other room was this one yours? ”
