A WILDFIRE AT MIDNIGHT.

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[menacin]

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[menacin]

sepiol.

     ❪ darlene snaps like gum and can be just as annoying. in the space where she interrupts him, elliot’s fingers slot into his back pockets and he levels her with a frustrated look that lingers. i don’t make excuses for the forgetting, either. what am i meant to say? sorry? i can’t help it? am i supposed to bite back? fight with her? do i want to? am i too tired for fighting her or do i just know that i’m in the wrong?

     of course i know i’m wrong. there’s a horribly exhausted moment, and elliot’s hands fall down to his sides again. something works in his jaw. something in the back of his head suddenly reminds me that i don’t have to defend this. i don’t need to defend it. ❫

               ‘I’m not going to stop seeing him.’

she’s a rubber band that doesn’t break. pull, stretch, throw as often as she lets, but she always snaps back, regardless of whose fingers she stings. his frustrated look is one of absolute rage, one that burns with the same flame that bursts into life when their mother is brought up. she looks at him like he’s someone who just punched her and she’s not in a mood to play nice in return. 

she snaps at elliot. slams her hand down on the table and exhales heavily. looks at the table. not at him. don’t look at him. you’ll hit him if you do. you’ll lash out. so she stares at the table. and then she looks in the opposite direction of him. takes a long drag of the cigarette she’d lit earlier and let burn in her hand. speaks around the smoke in her throat. the fury in her chest. 

‘ fine. i’m meeting him. ‘

[menacin]

memoryserved.

It would be innocent, if entirely false, if Kennedy were to act like Darlene surprises them. It would be blissfully sweet to reply to her from a place where people don’t expect people to sleep with them for basic shelter, but they’re in the same city and they’re in the same conversation and they may as well be honest both ways. “No,” Kennedy shakes their head. “I – I can see why you’d think, but, no, it’s just an act of charity.”

Honesty extends itself to not feigning comfort where it isn’t. Kennedy twist one hand against the other, looking away, and looking back. “I’m not looking for anything back.”

there’s a long moment of silence from darlene, where she simply stares at the other until something seems to tell her that this is safe, that this won’t end in a scrabble for darlene’s stolen gun on the floor in the middle of the night. darlene briefly, very briefly, wonders if it’s a voice or her instincts she’s listening to in this moment before she aggressively shoves aside the thought. with more force than necessary, darlene drops her cigarette and crushes it under her heel, blowing the last of the smoke in her lungs out her nose. makes an attempt at not looking like an asshole. even smiles a bit. 

‘ alright. we’ll get along great, then. i’m darlene. ‘ even sticks out her hand in greeting. 

[menacin]

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onceuponawildflower:

the-inspired-lesbian:

If you don’t live with mental illness, don’t make assumptions about what is and isn’t a symptom.

Depression isn’t always sitting in a dark room, crying. It’s forgetting important things like appointments and due dates. It’s living in a messy home. it’s forgetting to brush your hair or teeth. It’s failing an assignment you are 100% capable of doing. It’s finding the negative in every situation, even the most positive ones. It’s questioning why anyone wants you. It’s not allowing yourself even one mistake. it’s being exhausted when you haven’t achieved anything for the day. 

Anxiety isn’t just stressing or being nervous. It’s losing the ability to breathe. It’s aches in your body. It’s cancelling plans with people you love. It’s taking the longest route because you know it will have the fewest people. It’s questioning everything. It’s your stomach always dropping. It’s your mind constantly making up “what if” scenarios and scaring you. 

PTSD isn’t just violent flashbacks. It’s getting angry and upset or reacting to something without realising why it’s happening. It’s not trusting anyone. It’s avoiding things people never think of as negative. It’s nightmares while you sleep and while you’re awake. It’s felt in every inch of the body. 

Anorexia isn’t just failing to eat. It’s physical and mental pain. It’s looking in the mirror and finding only negatives. It’s thinking all day about food and being scared of it. It’s never feeling good enough. It’s complete self destruction. It’s crying because people saying “just eat it” makes things worse. 

Mental illnesses are often romanticised or dulled down to just one or two symptoms. But mental illness impacts a person in every way. If someone has a mental illness and they’re doing something you can’t understand or they’re not doing their jobs, don’t call them lazy or dramatic or useless. Understand that mental illnesses may be housed in the brain, but the illness spreads throughout the body and into every aspect of life. 

I’ve had three of the four listed above, and let me say, this is so important. Please inform yourselves and those around you.

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more than romantic silver beams ; a vision with apple cheeks set in a permanent blush , the one who allows light to be shone onto the familiar things and not so familiar things – casting them in an unfamiliar , disquieting light . ruthless as She is beautiful , the woman sits upon an undulating throne && wears the skull of a Great Old One as Her crown. the DEVOURER of ammutseba and ayi’ig. the moon. lumina. queen fleur cynzia constanta of earth’s moon. zion serpens. fleur constanta.

[menacin]

help me

[menacin]

irlfleurmal.

                                              she has to be somewhere else soon. caught up between pricey upholstery and a business suit, haphazardly undone. oh, it can wait.  her own smile happens, timid and crocked,  behind that charcoal veil of hair and ribbon.  tries her luck, catching a strand of hair and tucking it behind darlene’s hair. useless, considering her care free mop,          ❛  i’ve never been to the pier before.  ❜

a rare ( and real ) smile spreads over her lips as her hair’s touched, nearly purring at the touch. darlene leans in, her voice a loud whisper as she grabs the hands that evaded her and pulls her when she backs up, grinning. ‘ good. i know all the secrets. ‘

[menacin]

d43m0ns.

      once again, all he can do is stare at her ( or rather, at the hollow and broken shell of what she used to be ) in response, unable to believe any of it still. yet his puzzlement is quickly shoved aside by a sudden rush of anger, & the words trapped in his throat start flowing out. ‘ seriously, that’s all you’ve got to say? what the fuck darlene? ’ 

she’s always been this hollow, elliot, she’s just a professional liar who’s too tired and annoyed to bother hiding it. darlene’s fucking exhausted with being around people again. she needs to get on a train and go somewhere no one knows her name. instead she’s here. ‘ you’re the one who woke me up, dickhead! what do you want? ‘

[menacin]

1lunar.

❛  a cigarette if that interests you,  ❜  fleur speaks through her smile. she lets her fingers drift to tighten the knot of her tie before she’s offering aforementioned lit cigarette .  (  we can understand that. or i can. family ideals are important to fleur. ) 

‘ hell yes it does. ‘ a flash of a grin and a gleam in her eyes that’s almost excited. the cigarette’s taken with expert fingers, leaning back and blowing her smoke at the ceiling happily. she’s probably the most relaxed she’s been in weeks. ‘ anything else? i’ve been bored for a week. entertain me. please? ‘ the last word is added with an arm flopping into her lap and the cigarette tipping with her sad frown. 

[menacin]

irlfleurmal.

                                            her hand bumps,  a happy accident . it lingers against the other girl’s knuckles before moving on, almost without missing a beat .     ❛   i mean, it doesn’t have to be a date .   ❜  // @menacin

thin smile, light creeping into normally hollow eyes. she brushes her fingers against the other’s retreating ones, almost playfully, adding a slight tug to it. ‘ it doesn’t have to not be. ‘

[menacin]

character ideas:

a group of girls that are all sirens and having a band called the siren girls and only sometimes deciding to drown the people who say they’re bad bc they’re sirens

nyx, greek goddess of the night and automom to all night creatures and might be crushin on the moon

gay super religious kids that actively support their rights and don’t think they’re wrong or bad because they’re gay and will defend their religion and their sexuality 2 the deah

genderfluid poseidon who sometimes turns into a puddle when they don’t wanna Deal With Shit

personification of lust that doesn’t give a shit about sex but explores bloodlust, wanderlust, and desire not centered around sex that manipulates people into following their dreams

personification of sloth that has a sloth and sells vintage furniture 

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