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I   LIVE   ?

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Lofoten Islands Norway

© paul watson

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ONE   POINT  IN   TIME   howl  will never   visit   is   the   day   of   his   mother's   death.   he   ,   at   points   ,   has   returned   to   periods  of   time   where   she   was   still   alive   but   those   are   long   ,   painful   stories

[darklingaleks]

Who can I turn to now?

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that’s a terrible story.

                  IRE   SETS   ITSELF   WITHIN   HIS   DISPOSITION     ,   teeth   clenched   in   a   crossfire   of   emotion.   its   a   DEFENSIVE   RESPONSE   ,   moment   of   silence   peaked   by   the   words   spoken   to   him.   it   was   a   soft   comment   ,   one   that   could  be   shrugged   off   ---   BUT   HE   WAS   NO   ATLAS.   he   DROWNED   with   the   weight   of   the   world   &   sometimes   it   came   in   waves.   breath   held   as   he   allowed   those   feelings   wreak   havoc   to   his   HOLLOW   BODY.

                 there   was   a   hole   within   his   soul.   small   ,   insignificant   to   others   yet   DID   IT   BLEED   WHEN   PRODED   ---   bitter   laughter   flowing   as   the   FLOODGATES   OPENED.   head   shaky   as   his   visage   morphed   into   a   cracked   facade.   face   twisting   as   CRUEL   INHIBITIONS   controlled   his   words.   "   oh   ?   I   can   do   BETTER   ---   TRULY   !   YOU'VE   HEARD   NOTHING   YET   !   "   it   was   sad   ,   the   amount   of   OVERDUE   EMOTION   that   clouded   his   better   judgment.  

                 THEY   WEREN'T   MEANT   TO   BE   FIGHTING   ,  they   were  meant   to   CARE   for   one   another.   yet   THERE   THEY   STOOD   ---   A   STAND-OFF   !   steps   taken   towards   jason   meant   to   INTIMIDATE   "  there's   one   story   that   hurts   most   to   tell   ---   "   stopping   in   front   of   the  other   did   he  reach   to   touch   ---   a   gentle   caress   to   jason's   cheek   ;   softness   that   conflicted   with   his   tone   ;   "   there's   these   TWO   BOYS   ,   they   live   in   a   far-off   city   so   dark   that   only   the   shine   of   neon   feels   like   the   sun   any   more.   they   were   alone   ,   each   in   their   own   right.   SEPARATED   &   DIFFERENT   ---   but   society   judged   them   in   different   ways.   you   could   say   THEY   WERE   IN  LOVE   ...   "   a   wilted   smile   gleams   ,   breath   hitching   as   he   keeps   their   gazes   locked   ,   a  hint   of   sorrow   catching   in   his  tone   "   at   least   ...   ONE   of   them   was.   but   SOME   THINK   what   happened   was   merely   an   ACT   OF  LOVE   disguised   by   something   so   HORRIFIC.   to   this   day   no   one   REALLY   knows   though   ...   not   even   the   two   boys. "

                 his   fingers   moved   softly   against   the   taller   boy's   cheek   ,   a  gesture   but   a   PHANTOM   TOUCH   left   behind   ,   "   the   one   boy   ,   he   wanted   to   be   PERFECT   for   the   other   boy   ...  said  he   would   DO   ANYTHING   for   him.   HOW  FUCKING   STUPID  ?   ISN'T  IT ?   the   boy   was   SO   BLINDED   by   love   that   the   other   boy   used   it   against   him.   he   wanted   TO   CAPTURE   that   love   the  other   boy  held   for  him   ---  he   wanted  to   KEEP   IT   FOREVER   on  him  always.   &   the   other   boy   was   naive   to   think   this  meant   anything   in   the   realm   of   HAPPINESS   because   there   is   NO   SUCH   THING   in   this   world  ---   in  ANY   world   where   war   exists.   "

                 his  head   tilting   ,   contemplative   look   crossing   his  features   as   his   fingers   rose   to   trace   the   other   boy's   eyelid   ---   the   one   adjacent   to   where  he   had   one   no  more.  "   his   words   were   SO   SWEET   to   the   naive   boy   ,   it   felt   like   whispered   promises   OF   FOREVER   against   his   skin.   but   ...   it   didn't   last.   &   the   boy   could   do   nothing   but   scream   as   the   BOY   HE  LOVED   took   a   knife   to   his   face.   &   he   ...   he   FELT   IT   ALL   ---   every   single   second   as   he   took   his   eye   ---   just   so   everyday   he   would   remember   why   exactly   LOVE   HURTS  more   than   anything   else  in   this  world.   &   maybe   that's   why   that   boy   can't   let   himself   have   anything   like   that   anymore."

                 hand   dropped   as   his   gaze   did.   a   breath   taken   as   a   soft   ,   bittersweet   confession   left   his   lips   to   evade   the   tension   left  from   his   tale   ,   "  broken   people   aren't   meant   to   fall   in   love.   once   THEY'RE   RUINED   ---   they're   no   good   for   anyone   anymore.   they   belong   to   who   broke   them   forever   ...   there's   no   escaping   that.   "

* 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 | @timedtm

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                 BY   SLIGHT   LIGAMENTS   WERE   THEY   BOUND   TO  PROSPERITY   &   RUIN.   truly   justified   at   odds   end   ,   were   they   merely   THE   BEAUTIES   OF   NATURE   !   as   if   FRANKENSTEIN'S   MONSTER   were   stitched   together   before   his   eye   ,   ruins   that   cling   to   a   sense   of   humility   in   the   formation   of   shadows  meant   to   share.   HE   WASN'T   AFRAID   OF   THE   DAKR   for  he   leaned   in   when   the   creature   approached   closer.   BLASHPHEMY   ,   WAS   IT   ?   to   seemingly   laugh   in   the   face   of   devilish   endeavour.   it   sparked   mischief   in   his   eye   ,   a   LIKE-MINDED   horror   of   beauty   that   left   nothing   but   decay   for   life   in   meaningless   ruins   scattered.

                 his   words   were   of   truth   ,   but   the   monster's   response   brings   amusement   to   wash   over   his   demeanor.   an   eyebrow   raised   in  challenge   ,   taking   a   step   closer   to   match   in   stride.   gaze   straying   to   check   his   features   over.   a   slow   draw   that   stretches   on   ,   only   to   quickly   match   his   again   ;   "   do   you   FEAR   that   I   make   your   heart   race   ?   "

* 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 | @humanbeta

[orbitcus-blog]

❤ 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝.

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wow   soft   reminder   that   howl   is   PRONE   to   asthma   attacks   usually   triggered   by   PANIC   /   HIGH   STRESS   ,   IRRITANTS   in  the   air   ,  or   PROLONGED   AEROBIC   ACTIVITY.

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* 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 | 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃.

       ghosts were something greyson had been wondering about for a while now. if he existed, that definitely meant that they could too, right? so why not go headfirst into one of the (apparently) most haunted places that they could get their hands on? while it might not completely show on his face, he was excited, hoping that they found something. even if that something tried to kill them.

      “oh, yeah, totally.” a roll of his eyes. he’d come to fear death a lot less, since actually, well, dying. “just be nice to them, alright? they might not all be dickheads.”  /  @orbitcus  ;  cont.

                 AMUSEMENT   DUSTED   HIS   VISAGE.   short   laughter   spilling   from   the   confines  of   his   throat   ,   "   WHEN   EVER   am   I   not   nice   ?   "   words   accentuated   by   the   complexity   of   a   smile   ---   BITTERSWEET   IN   NATURE   competing   to   crack   his   features.   seemingly   conflicted   to   his   persona  ,   honesty   lay   in   the   facts   alone   ---   OR   MAYBE   IT   WAS   FEAR.   fear   that   he   could   LOSE  HIMSELF   in   the   shadows   of  his   past   just   by   gracing   his   presence   with   the   paranormal.   it   was   something   he   thought   not   to   dwindle   on   ---   THE   WITCHING   HOUR   WAS   APPROACHING   !

                 a   glance   back   at   the   other   before   taking   steps   towards   the   entrance   ,   "   lets   go   MAKE   SOME   FRIENDS   THEN   ---   shall   we   ?   "

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* 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀-𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 | 𝐋𝐂𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃.

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          she isn’t the most threatening to look at,  they still think of her as a weakling.  she feels powerful,  but dark.  it’s not her,  she doesn’t feel like herself anymore,  but as long as howl was there;  she knew she was safe.  their hands were intertwined as they sit out on the bench,  trying to act like normal kids …  but their not,  not anymore.  her eyes glanced down on her legs,  can’t even smile right now.

          ❛ i miss them.  i miss kitty,  i miss margot,  i miss dad.  i miss just hanging out with other teens.  i just miss being …  us.  ❜

                 HE   COMES   FROM  DIRT   !   ash   that   gathers   within   HIS   COLLAPSABLE   LUNGS   ,  collected   from   years   of   malnourishment.   BUT   NOW   ---  HE   CAN  BREATHE   !   IMAGINE   THAT   !   it   was   easy   to   GIVE   IN  to   the   temptation   of   death   ,   an   almightly   mistress   that   kisses   so   sweet.   TO   ACCEPT   THIS   BITE   MEANT   KEEPING  HER   SAFE     ---   COMEDY   !   he   knew   he   failed   the   only   source   of   warmth   &   light   within   his   life.   &  he   could   only   fault   himself   for   her   melancholy.

                 body   turning   fully   to   address   lara-jean   did   he  put   her   hand   into   his   lap.   a   soft   ,   albeit   bittersweet   in   nature   ,   "   ...   hey   ...   "   a   shake   to   his   head   as   he   reached   to   poke   her   cheek   ,   "   we   are   STILL   US   ,   no   matter   what.   "   a   rise   to   his   feet   ,   apology   deft  to   his  lips   ---   he   could   never   speak   what   he   DIDN'T   KNOW   how   to   say.   hands   never   parting   did  he  begin   to   swing   them  together   ,   "   FUCK   THE   VAMPIRE   KING     ,   who   the  hell   says  WE   CAN'T   be   kids   for   a   day   ?   "

[latenewt]

thomas brodie-sangster as samuel emerson in phantom halo

[shuckitnewt]

Emoji Battle with Thomas & Ki Hong

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* 𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 | 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐓𝐌.

HEART SKIPS A BEAT, why was he so flustered? it was just dancing. they were just going to dance. it’s not like he hadn’t done something like this before.

CLEARLY HE HAD LEARNT NOTHING FROM HIS CONTINUOS VIEWINGS OF DIRTY DANCING, IT’S NEVER JUST DANCING. 

it’s just the way howl looks at him, how close the smaller boy actually is to him, he can’t help but feel ANXIOUS, if it wasn’t for the music he’d be dying of embarrasment by now. and he feels the other’s hand and he let’s out a chuckle. it wasn’t uncomfortable NERVOUSNESS  it’s simply the undoubted nervousness that came with JASON being around howl other boys like this. 

AND WORDS MEANT just to tease him do the trick, he let’s out another giggle, wanting to hide his face in his own hands, but his own hands were to BUSY to fill in for that job. HE INSTEAD simply decides to look down slightly. A FAILED ATTEMPT to hide the very present blush on his cheeks. ROMEO. what was that supposed to mean? his heart fluttered and something tells him that caused JUST THE RIGHT effect on him. a silenced filled with a melody familiar to him, for a moment he stops hesitating, his hand softly placed on the other’s waist. and he eases into A PLACE OF COMFORT, he can do this. HE CAN TOTALLY DO THIS. 

he gives the other a genuine smile, as he begins to sway them along the song, soft careful,  HE’D BE EXCITED AT THE PROSPECT OF HAVING ELVIS, the elvis, performing, if he wasn’t so busy TRYING NOT TO MESS UP. but the music finally does it’s job properly relaxing him, unconciously mouthing the words HE CAN’T BRING HIMSELF TO SING OVER IT, eyes closed. NOT REALIZING, the softness in the moment, but rather experiencing it. he takes a chance to gently spin howl, eyes opening and he smiles at him, A RUSH OF JOY slamming into him. HE’S ENJOYING THIS MORE THAN HE WOULD ADMIT TO. 

                    A   RARE   ODDITY   THESE   TWO   !   yet   picture-esq   ,   the   smirk   only   deepening   upon   howl's   face.   snark   at   its   finest   ---   as  if   his   heart   didn't   CATCH   at   the   delicacy   with   which   the   other   led   him.   as   if   he   was   SOMETHING   DELICATE   ;   it   stitched   shock   into   his   brow   (   EASILY   HIDDEN   )   ---   WHAT   A   RISE   !   howl's   visage   faltering   at   the   ease   with   which   ebbed   the   other's   ANXIETY.   eye   drawn   to   the   other's   lips   ;   transfixed   to   the   serene   expression.   howl's   facade   breaking   only   at   the   other's   sudden   move  ,   laughter   spilling   from   his   lips   in   alarm.   the   sound   but   a   twinkle   that   sounded   unlike   ANYTHING   the   boy   ever   uttered.   a   STRANGE   COMPLIMENT   to   elvis'   melody   ---   leaving   joy   in   its   wake.

                 his   gaze   caught   on   jason's   ,   smile   matching   the   taller's   as   their   chests   pressed   together.   WAS   HE   FOR   REAL   ?     shifting   himself   closer   did   he   tilt   his   head   back   ,   "   well   look   at   that   ...   "   disbelief   that   clouds   a   singular   iris   ---   though  his   features   contrast   dearly   ;   "   you   sure   know   how   to   SWEEP   A   GUY   off   their   feet.   "   a   lilt   to   his   tone   ---   an   ESSENCE   of   something   that   welled   within   his   throat.   IGNORNACE   ---   WHAT   A   GOOD  FRIEND   TO  HAVE   !   moment   OF   CONFLICTION   ebbed   away   as   he   chose   to   rest   his   head   against   jason's   chest.   eye   slipping   shut   as   he   focused   on   the   other's   heartbeat   ,   voice   but   a   whisper   "   what   are   you   DOING   to   me   ?   "

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phlipshea replied to your post: CUTE   BOY   WALKS   BY   !   howl  :   [  ...

meanwhile : i knew u were trouble when u walked in

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CUTE   BOY   WALKS   BY   !

  howl  :   [   taylor   swift   vc   ]   you   belong   with   me  

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“ we’re gonna see a thousands ghosts tonight. ”

                   ARE   THEY   THE   YOUNGBLOODS   OF   THE   NIGHT   ?   TRUE   HORROR   WILL   SEND   THESE   CHILDREN   RUNNING   !   they   were   ignorant   ---   WERE   THEY   NOT   ?   boys   who   stray   where   death   lays   ,  as   if   a   traveling   circus   collecting   new   acts.   peaked   CURIOSITY   ---   rumours   of   PHANTOMS   that   drift   with   the   wind   ;   moans   of   agony   catching   like   shrill   screams  with  null  banshees   to   ward   off   their   pain.   perhaps   it   would   make   others   run   for   the   hills   ---   BUT   NAY   !   here   comes   the   DISCOUNT   GHOSTBUSTERS

                a   gaze   fixated   on   the   house   ---   alone   ,   for   it   sat  ,   as  if   normalcy   was   too   easy   to   DISTORT   REALITY.   a   smirk   gracing   his   features   as   he   met   the   other's   eyes  ,   eyebrow   raising   ;   a   teasing   lilt   to   his   voice   ,   "  unless   SOMEONE   gets   scared   ...   "   a   shift   towards   greyson   ,   eye   holding   a   look  of   pure   MISCHIEF   ,   "   but   DON'T   WORRY   ,   I'll   hold   your  hand   when   it  happens.   "

* 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 ! | @soulmisplaced