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ɪ'ᴍ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ HEART; ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴛs ᴡɪᴛʜ TIGER STRENGTH && ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ PAIN.

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#( this is the blog you can find me on! )#[ ✘ || outnumbered –– ooc. ]

OUTFOXED. Hey guys! Just a little note to let you know that I’ve decided to take a break from this blog. I love Todd and his muse hasn’t died one bit, it’s just that with my school picking up I really need to focus on one muse and I cannot keep Joey and Todd afloat for now. Once things die down, then I will absolutely be able to come back to this boy because honestly I already miss him even though I haven’t been gone too awfully long. I’m sorry for the kind of half-assed PSA but here it is! You guys can find me on my other RP blog (which is currently active) @bengalisms. I’d love to RP with all of you there as well!

#( x. outnumbered )#( this makes me sad ugh )

sad-vaporgirl

G L O W ダーク 2 0 1 6

#[ ✘ || soft spoken –– aesthetics ]#[ ✘ || made of stone and ice –– mother ]#[ ✘ || dipped in gold –– childhood ]#[ ✘ || waiting for better things –– queue ]

wordsnquotes

— I’m in pain all the time. — Where? — Inside. I can’t explain it.

Clarice Lispector, The Hour Of The Star (via neverwrites)

#[ ✘ || locked inside a padded room –– musings ]#[ ✘ || waiting for better things –– queue ]

idiona

art

#[ ✘ || where the soul lives –– art ]#[ ✘ || painted passion –– likes ]#[ ✘ || soft spoken –– aesthetics ]#[ ✘ || waiting for better things –– queue ]

|| 1000liveslived || PAIGE.

While Paige truly enjoyed spending time with the older man, she often felt bad because he felt the need to treat her.. of course not only her. She wondered who treated him once in a while, though she figured his girlfriend often did that as well, but still! More people should show Joey their appreciation.. of course Paige would do so, if he would actually give her a chance to do so.

His words had her scoffing back laughter, tucking her chin back just a touch and tilting her head a bit as her lips pursed through her smile, looking at him with that look of ‘I’m not buying it’.

“If I tattoo you, it would only make all the others jealous and then they would try to one up my tattoo, and lets face it,” she held out her hands with her palms up, “They can’t,” she burst out laughing. She was kidding, of course. Paige was actually a very humble person, so when she spoke her sarcasm and her teasing tone was laid on thick.

Joey never truly felt the desire to be treated. He had been so accustomed to coming second that often he forgot that it was alright to take centre stage and be treated and pampered by his friends and family. Of course Mickey always made him feel spoiled rather than treated. She was a remarkable woman, and he was so lucky to have her. But Paige? The idea of her treating him made him puff his chest out to try and defend himself against it.

Not because he didn’t like her, or felt like she shouldn’t treat him. It was simply an instinct. The same thing happened with his brother, and the amount of times the pair wrestled over a check was rather astounding considering they didn’t see one another all that often. The look on her face had him smiling and chuckling just enough to let her know he found her amusing, shifting his weight to his left foot he tilted his head to look at her.

❝ Well you’re not wrong –– But at least I would get a whole bunch of badass tattoos... Only problem is finding the real-estate. ❞ He says, holding his arms out to show her and himself. His arms were basically off limits, covered in tattoos everywhere. His legs were questionable as well. Ribs maybe? Depending. ❝ I like this confident Paige, she should come around more often. ❞ He muses, smiling as he drops his arms.

#[ ✘ || the writing on the wall –– thread ]#[ ✘ || v. 4 –– canon ]#[ ✘ || sister of ink with an artful heart –– paige ]#[ ✘ || waiting for better things –– queue ]

wnq-writers

He’s a mystery; a self-contradiction. He is nothing that he appears to be; and everything that he appears to be. He is hiding, conflicted…open, and closed. There is more to him than meets the eye…which makes me wonder - why?

deep3snplottwists (via theimpalpable)

#[ ✘ || gentleman without gentle hands –– father ]#[ ✘ || you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece –– muse ]#[ ✘ || locked inside a padded room –– musings ]#[ ✘ || waiting for better things –– queue ]

shadessofpurple

it’s good to leave everything behind for a while

#[ ✘ || promise you'll catch me –– mickey ]#[ ✘ || soft spoken –– aesthetics ]#[ ✘ || waiting for better things –– queue ]

|| 1000liveslived || MICKEY.

Despite the fact that the kiss was brief, Mickey could feel the love he expressed in the simple contact. How he could always show her the love and tenderness he felt towards her in all the small ways never ceased to amaze her.

A soft sound of laughter rose at his offer, nodding, “I believe we do, yes,” She agreed, her smile growing as she reached up to cup his painted cheek, giggling. “We might want to at least try to wash some of this off before we bathe,” she giggled a bit more, reaching up to kiss his lips again.

“I’ll grab us towels, you grab the bath bomb?” She offered, moving to pull away, taking a couple steps back from him, though her eyes remained firmly on him, not watching where she was going in the slightest. He always captured and kept her attention, no matter what it was they were doing.

It seemed that every gentle action they shared was dripping with love and affection for one another. So wholly devoted that there was no room for doubt that their love was strong, or that the other was completely invested in the other. Joey had never expected love to be so straightforward. He had seen in complicated and beyond repair and he only assumed that love was made like that. But with Mickey? Beyond what he could ever have hoped for.

He leaned his head into her touch just enough to be able to feel her warmth easier. His smile was even and bold, highlighting those small dips in his cheeks as he did so. The fact that she was agreeing with him had his heart racing like a pre-school boy holding a girls hand for the first time. She worked wonders, this woman.

❝ Alright. ❞ He says, laughing through his words as he watches her take her gentle steps back. God she was beautiful... ❝ I hope it’s not one of those glitter ones. I know I have a nice golden tone to my skin but I don’t literally want to have golden skin. ❞ He comments, taking a step forwards with her in full intention to head to the bathroom.

#[ ✘ || the writing on the wall –– thread ]#[ ✘ || v. 4 –– canon ]#[ ✘ || promise you'll catch me –– mickey ]#[ ✘ || waiting for better things –– queue ]#1000liveslived

rarararambles

Visit Original Link

Fear in itself will use you up and break you down like you were never enough. I used to fall, now I get back up…

#[ ✘ || piano keys –– music ]#[ ✘ || waiting for better things –– queue ]

indie-pale-grunge

#[ ✘ || soft spoken –– aesthetics ]#[ ✘ || painted passion –– likes ]#[ ✘ || take it back my friend –– bad habits ]#[ ✘ || where the soul lives –– art ]#[ ✘ || waiting for better things –– queue ]

syx-blue

First Meetings

mollisvocali

|| syx-blue || SYX.

“Huh,” Syx pursed his lips and nodded, “That’s good then.”

He had no idea what to do or talk about but he was determined. He wanted to bond with the people in Emma’s life, the ones she talked so fondly of. This is what normal people did, right? Even his Uncles thought he needed to socialize more.

“Do you like robots?” he blurted out at near random, “Do… you want to see my robot?”

Joey pressed his lips together at the boys interest and comment on the subject. Part of him wanted to pry the boys brain and find out why his curiosity was there, but based on his attire and the few piercings of his own it was no doubt a personal fascination with body-modification. Joey himself was a shy person, but the skill of being able to hide it came with his age, forcing himself into conversation to try and break the habit.

❝ Robots? ❞ That had his brows raising. ❝ Hmmm, well to be honest –– I don’t know much about them. My knowledge of robots is RoboCop. ❞ He explains, shifting his weight before he looked back to the boy. ❝ Never mind... It’s old men stuff –– show me. ❞ He says, assuming Syx had never heard of RoboCop before. Or if he had, maybe not seen the show itself.

#[ ✘ || the writing on the wall –– thread ]#[ ✘ || v. 4 –– canon ]#[ ✘ || waiting for better things –– queue ]#syxblue

wnq-writers

Don’t tell me I’m perfect. Lies aren’t compliments.

rustofstardust (via wnq-writers)

#[ ✘ || locked inside a padded room –– musings ]#[ ✘ || waiting for better things –– queue ]

edit by me ––––– original [ x ]

#[ ✘ || you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece –– muse ]#[ ✘ || soft spoken –– aesthetics ]#[ ✘ || waiting for better things –– queue ]

|| sassy-blue-dork || SHELDON.

“Okay I have got to introduce you to the world of club music,” Sheldon laughed, leaning back on his hands, “Eh, the people aren’t that bad,” but then as long as he could dress how he wanted, Sheldon was always comfortable around people, “The music is amazing. Just getting lost in the beat and moving with the bodies around you. It’s transforming…” in those clubs he’d finally gotten a glimpse of who he really was.

Laughing, Joey shifted his weight and turned both his knees towards Sheldon to see him better, to try and converse with him a little more openly. The sound of the Club sounded... Not something Joey would like. But the way Sheldon described it, it sounded kind of beautiful. A bunch of people simply enjoying themselves in other’s presence.

❝ That actually sounds pretty cool... ❞ He says, knowing his words sound fake despite the genuine nature of them. ❝ Maybe you could take me sometime? Show me the ropes? You know how nervous I get around –– a lot of people. ❞

#[ ✘ || the writing on the wall –– thread ]#[ ✘ || v. 1 –– canon divergent ]#[ ✘ || waiting for better things –– queue ]#sassybluedork

wnq-writers

Hero and villain. I have been both.

rustofstardust (via wnq-writers)

#[ ✘ || locked inside a padded room –– musings ]#[ ✘ || waiting for better things –– queue ]

fuckyeahrotties-blog

#[ ✘ || forever loyal –– charlie & vince ]#[ ✘ || soft spoken –– aesthetics ]#[ ✘ || painted passion –– likes ]#[ ✘ || waiting for better things –– queue ]

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