when i die, fuck it, i wanna go to hell.

[praetorridvs-blog]

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I brush the dust off, gain composure for another round When did my life become a series of countdowns?

[cvllins]

catch me at @animvlus bc i’m a loser.

[occiscr-blog]

bold any fears that apply to your muse!!! italicize what makes them uncomfortable!!! ( and add your own if they aren’t listed )

the dark ( in open areas ) | fire | open water ( sea/ocean ) | ( any ) deep water | being alone | crowded/enclosed spaces ( agoraphobia ) | confined spaces ( claustrophobia ) | change | failure | war | being controlled/lack of free will | prison | blood | drowning | suffocation | public speaking | natural animals ( any kind ) | supernatural monster/animals ( any kind ) | heights | death/dying | intimacy | rejection | abandonment | the unknown | the future | not being good enough | scary stories | talking to new people | poverty | loud noises | being touched | powerlessness

[brotticelli]

i. boy with gunsmoke for breath. boy with rebellion in your bones. ii. your city is ignited. your city is screaming your name. your city is raising its fist, your city is slamming its body against a police shield and smiling a red, bloody smile. iii. your voice is the loudest shout at the head of the picket line. your voice is all war and they love you for it. your voice is breaking, but it is holy. iv. you are a god and they will follow you anywhere. you are apollo and you have traded your silver bow for a shotgun and a mean right hook. v. boy who screams anarchy from the roofs of police cars. boy born for revolution. boy, the world is yours. all you have to do is burn.

révolutionnaire | m.c.p (via brotticelli)

[onceuponamusing]

       // NOBODY ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ                                   ʜɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ //

      // ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴏɴᴇ                             ʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴡ ᴏɴ ᴀ GRAVE //

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[wnq-writers]

I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you.

T.S. Eliot, East Coker (via wnq-writers)

[occiscr-blog]

hush. aaaalright, time to at least try to sleep.

[occiscr-blog]

he hadn’t expected the reaction he got in return, shocked to find what had happened in the moment that he wasn’t looking over at michael. it was almost scary in a sense, an overwhelming feeling, he wanted the man to open up, not unravel. but, he was more than quick to gently rub a hand up and down in circles over his back, gently murmuring when he had found the time to.

“it’s okay, michael. don’t be sorry, how someone feels is out of their hands, no matter the person. you have no reason to be sorry, dear. everything will be alright, okay? i love you, so much more than words will ever be able to transcribe, & i’m here to take care of you.” worry spiked to its peak once again, breathing in deeply while he continued his movements. to see someone who held themselves together so well that it looked effortless so fragile was astounding, not bad, but surprising.

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things were quiet for a little bit before the silence was broken, ryan giving a soft hum to acknowledge it as soon as the other started speaking. his heart fell deep in his chest at what he heard, a thing that has only happened enough times to count on one hand. almost instantly, his arm instinctively tightened a little bit around michael’s waist.

“it’s okay. i promise you, i never will. i’ll be here for as long as the moon is opposite of the sun.” it was a thing he loved to do, compare what they had to astronomical figures. ryan was the moon, michael the sun. the adorable freckles splashed over his pale complexion were the stars, ryan’s eyes taking the place of their sky. “i promise.”

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it was nice to know that it wasn’t hidden or kept away from him, it was barely even developing into what michael could put into words, & part of that seemed to reassure ryan that he truly was doing all he could do. it was nice.

he sighs softly at the light pressure, almost happily, looking down to him. “as long as it really is alright, i’ll leave it be. as for worrying, it’s kind of wired into me now, love. i worry for you all the time, it’s practically subconscious by now. but, thank you for telling me, of course. i’m sure it wasn’t easy to bring up.”

[softerworld]

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“i do, & i love you too. always will.” a small twitch at the corners of his lips turned them up into the softest of smiles, loosely circling an arm around michael’s waist now that he could. it was nice to know that he was trusted with things like this, a dose of reality, if you ask ryan. he doesn’t tell people things commonly, so it’s only expected that others don’t as well, but michael has slowly changed that outlook.

“of course. & i thank you for that.” ryan presses a kiss to the younger’s soft auburn curls, holds back words behind the sign of affection because they’re not filtered enough for him to trust them. instead, he murmurs a soft apology. “i’m sorry that i didn’t notice how you were feeling. forgive me?”

[gavinxliterallyeveryone]

I aspire to be Michael’s mom one day

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a soft breath of relief was released as the silence was interrupted, but when words were spoken, he wishes he could take it back. almost immediately, but slowly, ryan looks over to michael. his tracing stops & starts a few times before he even tries to find words.

“promise me that, that you’ll ask for help if you need it. i don’t want you to feel.. that way.“ feelings weren’t his thing. feelings were not concrete, you cannot see them or physically hold them. as a science, they were quite frightening. but he still wants to help. michael is important to not only him, but so many other people, & assisting is such a small thing to do in return for opening up.

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“how are you feeling?” a quiet question as ryan resumes tracing over any lines on the younger’s hand, no longer looking towards him. instead, he shies away from it & lets his head fall back, looking up & around the room.

he’s already beginning to feel worried about michael. a tug on his heartstrings times ten, it was a horrible feeling, especially knowing that he felt worse & couldn’t truly identify why.