ALEA JACTA EST

I scrape the skin of my knees on hard concrete on purpose. Blood runs down my legs like a premonition. I understand nothing and evertyhing. I hate you. I hate you with an evil inside my stomach, but I'll always be soft for you, and that's the problem. We stood in the dark and my whole head was filled with wine and I begged you over and over again to ‘be mine.’ You said you hated who I was becoming. I gave you blood. Blood! Gallons of the stuff! But it was never enough.

[rpxmusings]

                                WHEN I CALL MYSELF A SHELL, I MEAN :                                                                 //  a used up bullet casing                                                 //  the aftermath of something lethal                                                                 //  an echo of inflicted evil

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“Can you teach me how to shoot?” also

【 ♛ ;          Teach her to shoot? Ares paused, thinking for a moment before grinning. ❝ That’s got to be the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me. ❞ A hand presses against her lower back, lips against her ear as leans in to whisper. ❝ And you’ve certainly said a lot of dirty things. ❞

[dimadoneri]

A Man Escaped By Robert Bresson 

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“Am I doing this right?” duh our babies

【 ♛ ;          Ares sighs, adjusting her fist and posture for what feels like the umpteenth time. It was always crooked, and if she punched like that, it would surely break her wrist.

          ❝ You’re lucky you’re cute. ❞

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Sparring/Training Sentence Starters

Requested by Anonymous

“Come on, then! Hit me!”

“Your stance is all wrong.”

“Am I doing this right?”

“I feel like I’ve been chewed up, spat out, and run over repeatedly.”

“Get down and give me 20!”

“How many miles/kilometers are we running?!”

“Hey! Watch where you’re swinging that!” 

“Nice punch! Now do it again!” 

“You won’t hurt me, I promise.” 

“My grip feels off…” 

“Have you ever used a(n) __ before?” 

“I don’t want to hurt you…” 

“I think I’m going to feel that tomorrow.” 

“If you can lift me up, then you can lift these weights just fine.” 

“On a scale of one to ten, how much did that hurt?”

“Here, you put your feet like this…” 

“Relax. I’m trying to help.” 

“Can you teach me how to __?”

“God, we stink.” 

“Are you doing okay?” 

“Are you alright?” 

“If I do fifteen push-ups, can I be done for the day?” 

“Come on! Another round!” 

“You can win this time!”

“Work your angle a little more and you got it perfect!” 

“What are you doing up at this hour?” 

“Where did you get that bruise?” 

“Hey, no, stop. You’re going to break your fingers punching like that.”

[doona-baes]

[lilylionandbone]

Dolce & Gabba Fall 2019 Alta Sartoria runway

[uranodioning]

“are you a top or a bottom?” i’m a threat

[aqua-regia009]

Giudizio Universale / Last Judgment (Detail), 2016. By Roberto Ferri

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amelorates‌:

Organic coffee in hand, Nike might look like just about anyone——not specifically the goddess of victory. She might’ve put a lid on the whole godhood-thing in order to win her glory on Earth fair and square, rather than just taking it——she’s always liked the chase. But now she’s squinting right back at a face that’s just familiar enough that she already doesn’t like it.

“When did you show up?”

【 ♛ ;          Oh, shit. He recognizes Nike all at once, eyes widening when Ares realizes just what he unknowingly waltzed into. ❝  Jesus Christ, it’s you. ❞  You know how much it takes for a god to speak the name of another diety, and not even one of their own pantheon.

          ❝  I could ask you the same question, Nike. ❞

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@fieryhunt

[text 13:42] Stop fuckin sending me nude pics when I am in class.

[text 13:43] It’s very distracting.

[text 13:49] Okay maybe one more.

[ text to TWINK ] school is stupid. i’ll tell u everything u need to know

[ text to TWINK ] u just have to ask very nicely

[ text to TWINK ] skip class & come over

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[aeforia]

[the-dionysian-one-deactivated20]

Don't we all.

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psiithurr‌:

     ❝ Like I  said ,  I rather  protect  than harm. ❞  Carmilla repeated, moving a foot back      as the god came closer.   With a small   w a v e   of a finger roots slowly  EMERGED       from the ground, quietly snaking its way to Ares.  She knew it was  most likely  futile      for her  to protect  her and Daisy,  but that wasn’t  going to  stop her.  Besides,  Ares      was only    e x p l a i n i n g   how to   use   a dagger and   UNSETTLING   or  not  it      didn’t  mean he  was  actually going  to  hurt  her.  Gods  were always  so  tricky  to      understand.  ❝ Maybe you can    t e a c h    me how to use it, but for now if you give      me  your word  that you won’t hurt  me ,    D  a  i  s  y    or this forest I’ll give you a      sandwich.❞

【 ♛ ;          Ares chuckled, seeing her shy away satisfied him. A little bit of fear was good. It was also very Machiavellian; a man who the god of war held dear.

          He noticed her subtle motion, canting his head and furrowing his brows. What’s this? The rose had thorns? Her power smelled like the pure, uncorruptable nature of his sister, laced with the reservoir of life as the source of her strength. He did not startle, however, choosing instead to shrug in submission.

          ❝ Cross my heart and hope to die, ❞ he purred. ❝ Your dog, your self, and your beloved forest are safe. I wouldn’t dream of pissing off Persephone; she can be quite difficult when angry. ❞ Especially with Hades wrapped around her finger.

          A single dactyl circled the skin above his heart, finishing his little display with an invisible X slashed across his chest. He wasn’t really one for promises, but gods could not lie.

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@amelorates​ has entered the ring !

【 ♛ ;          Staring across the pavillion, Ares squints, racking his brain to try and place where he’s seen this person’s face before. Any longer and he’s going to be pissed he can’t remember.

         ❝  Hey, ❞  he approaches.  ❝  Do I know you from somewhere? ❞