tired as the moon in winter

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im sorry i havent been here lmao theres just been a lotta do but... i’ll b around soon :-(

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disfigurxd

A   sudden   intake   of   air,   a   calmness   within   the   breeze,   a   reminder   of   what   fueled   his   lungs   as   his   heart   rate   slowed   down.   The   panic   subsided   as   her   lute   voice   filled   ears   of   DOUBT.      “    I   just           don’t   enjoy   being   belittled   and   demeaned,   last   time   someone   did   that   to   me   it   was   my   father,   and   to   spite   him   I   crashed   his   car.    ”     He   wiped   his   brow,   and   scratched   the   back   of   his   head   under   his   blue   coat’s   collar   that   had   scuffed   and   tickled   at   his   hairline   all   day.      “    They   look   down   on   me   Ana,   I   canfeel   it.    ” 

      ❛ yes,    they    do. ❜      she    confirms,    raising    a    brow    at    the    gust    of    ferocity    that    has    suddenly    entered    jack’s    voice.        THEY    BATTED    AT    HIM    LIKE    CATS    IN    BIRD    CAGES,    hungry    and    sharp-toothed    and    scary.    if    they    chose    to    bite    then    his    head    would    be    on    the    floor    or    in    their    stomachs.    that    was    what    scared    him.    she    doesn’t    blame    him;    but    at    some    point    in    a    career    like    this,    killing    the    cats    as    the    little    parakeet    you    are    becomes    part    of    the    job.      (she    wonders,    wryly,    if    he    will    ever    manage    this).

        ❛ but   you’re    better    than    them,    aren’t    you?    if    they    were    SMARTER,    they’d    be    in    your    position. ❜   she    seems    to    give    this    speech    so    often,    just    in    different    forms.   it’s  a  confidence-booster,    and    coming    from    her,     A   TRUTH   SPEAKER,    it    also    chimed    as    fact.

                  ❛ if    they    say    anything    you    don’t    like,    just    crash    their    cars.❜  

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@rrachum

     ❛ you  age  too  well,  angela.  you  look  the  same  since  i  last  saw  you.❜   THERE’S  A  LITTLE  ENVY  IN  HER  CHEST,  now  that  she’s  got  white  hair  and  an  old  voice  and  age  pushing  against  her  hands,  drying  them  out  and  wrinkling  the  skin.  but  there’s  been  harder  factors  than  just  the  ripening  to  sixty.  she  feels  younger  now,  though.  now  that  she’s  back  with  SOME  of  the  faces  she  knew  (but  not  all).

[othercheek-blog1]

ugh i need more threads. like 4 a starter.

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ugh i need more threads. like 4 a starter.

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💌

valentine’s day asks  ||   accepting!

      it’s  a  lovely  little  thing.  pretty  white  and  pretty  pink  and  pretty  red.  when  she  rubs  a  thumb  around  the  border  there’s  glitter  on  the  pad  and  that  minute  detail  just  seems  all  the  more  cuter.  homely.  nice.  she  opens  it  and  the  words  match  that  niceness  of  the  outside.  cursive  letters  and  sprawling  text.   A  SISTER  IS   A  FRIEND  AND   A  FRIEND  IS   A  HOME.  happy valentine’s day,  azizam.   she  smiles  a  bright  white  smile  as  she  closes  it  again  and  reopens.

                ❛ haleh,  you're  too sweet.  mine  isn’t  nearly  as  good.❜

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It’s Valentine’s month💕

Send an emoji to

💕-Give my muse a rose

🌹-Receive a rose from my muse

❤️-Hold hands with my muse

💘 -Ask my muse out on a date

💖 -Get asked out by my muse

😘-Kiss my muse (wherever you’d like)

💝-Have my muse kiss yours

💌-Give a Valentines card to my muse

💞 -Receive a Valentines card from my muse

[othercheek-blog1]

hmm this is a different and perhaps an odd little giveaway thing but, LIKE/RT for a chance to get a video edit from me of a muse of your choice (in ovw, though you can ask if it someone outside and i know them). 30secs-1 minute. give me song suggestions if you’d like. no OCs unless you have abundant resources for them you can give me for this im sorry ;-( winner will be chosen on the 8th. (feb. 2018)

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girl no1 wants a video edit. i can’t believe. let me make videos. im extending this TO THE TWELFTH. 

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disfigurxd

ANA,    she   was   the   moral   compass   of   the   entirety   of   Overwatch.   Despite   his   heading   position   he   could   give   in   to   only   her.   It   was   his   job   to   listen   to   his   subordinates,   but   the   only   one   worth   listening   to   was   her.      “     I   have   a   board   meeting   with   the   directors   tomorrow,   I   feel   STUPID   next   to   them,   I’m   just   a   soldier.    ” 

❛ JUST  A  SOLDIER,  jack?  that’s  more  than  this  board  meeting  could  ever  be.❜    she  speaks  in  that  strange,  all-knowing  way.  but  a  voice  like  that  (and  words  to  match)  were  the  main  reason why  most  listened  to  her.  what  could  you  say?  she  belittled  the  small  things  and  sized  up  what  mattered.  it  wasn’t  just  attractive,  it   was  right.  ❛ don’t  worry.  you’ll  be  fine.  even  businessmen  listen  to  leaders  more  than  other  businessmen       ——— and  that’s  all  they  REALLY  are, no? ❜

[othercheek-blog1]

hmm this is a different and perhaps an odd little giveaway thing but, LIKE/RT for a chance to get a video edit from me of a muse of your choice (in ovw, though you can ask if it someone outside and i know them). 30secs-1 minute. give me song suggestions if you’d like. no OCs unless you have abundant resources for them you can give me for this im sorry ;-( winner will be chosen on the 8th. (feb. 2018)

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warflowered

  Ana is a comfort, in the midst of her grief. Cold and pallid fingers soon grip around the other’s, squeezing them as tight as she could, hoping it’d bring some life to them. But, she would be met with the same state as they were prior. With her blood running cold, as eyes focus on the faint glow of the operating light. She questioned, if her comrades had been right. Had she subjected this girl to a life of pain ?  Would she even survive the strenuous work the young doctor was conducting ?  Haleh refused to think about it, instead welcoming the endless playback of the hours prior. Her body was weak, from exhaustion and tears. Perhaps she was a fool, thinking she could save a single life. ‘ She’s stable, I think. ’ Her tone differs from her usual jubilance. A sigh parts her lips, forcing her head to drop low. ‘ Doctor Ziegler hasn’t informed me otherwise. I haven’t reported to Jack, yet. He probably knows by now, with how angry the others were. ’ But she cared little of their opinions, or their words. Any outbursts would be met with a level of defiance, and a cold stare onward. She knew Jack could do little to change her habits, and no amount of threats could really take hold on her status. No one’d let him, not at this point. Though, Haleh knew better than to go that far. Even with her level of defiance she tended to stay relatively controlled  in her behavior. Saving the girl was based off of impulse, nothing more, nothing less.  ‘ It was horrible, Ana. It’s the worst I’ve seen since Korea. ’

         she’s  sure  jack  knows.  the  world  knows  everything  as  it  happens,  around  here.  the  report  of  the  girl  had  been  signed  and  sealed  before  haleh  had  even  considered  saving  her.  ana  bites  her  lip,  the  thought  itself  summoning  a  dream  of  baseless  what-if’s  and  her  retorts  to  them.  would  haleh  be  criticized  for  heroism,  would  haleh  be  criticized  for  recklessness?  what  is  recklessness,  if  you  don’t  die  because  of  it        ———    DID  IT  EVEN  COUNT?

         ❛ you  did  the  right  thing.  you  saved  her. ❜  ana  reserves  herself  a  little,  voice  quieter.  more  somber,  serious  in  the  pretty  notes  she  sings.  blue  light  has  gone  red.   ❛ with  angela  is  better  than  beneath  all  that,  in  and  out  of  consciousness.  don’t  worry  about  jack,  i’ll  tell  him  for  you  later.  he  won’t  say  a  word  wrong  against  this,  and  if  he  does,  he'll  hear  what  i’ve  got  to  say.❜    poor  things,  the  both  of  them.  haleh  and  the  girl.  the  pang  of  guilt  and  disgust  (disgust  towards  what?  where  rubble  decided  to  fall,  where  someone’s  daughter  decided  to  stand?)  rises  in  her  throat  like  nectar  but  she  swallows  it  down  with  sweetness  and  talk.  ana  amari  HURT.  she  hurt  from  every  scrab  and  scratch  and  bruise  the  world  collected,  but  she  knew  how  it  can  heal.  physically,  with  fancy  surgeries  and  prosthetics  and  careful  hands.  mentally;  with  some  other  method.   ❛ haleh,  sit.  you  look  like  you’re  about  to  fall  over.  do  you  need  something  to  drink? ❜  

[othercheek-blog1]

‘ welcome back to me screaming ’

DO IT FOR THE VINE

❛ haleh.  i  am  trying  to  nap.  i  want  to  live  in  peace.❜ 

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‘ hey, how you doin? i’m doing just fine. i lied. i’m dying inside ’

DO IT FOR THE VINE

they begin to cry. the tanks are dead. the dps? gone. the enemy junkrat advances on the two support heroes… he throws his concussion mine. they wait for death.

but papa jeff has saved them. he has nerfed this ugly man. they lose 110 hp instead of 120,

[littlelovelymemes]

*   —  —   VERY SERIOUS RIP VINE SENTENCE STARTERS

‘  when will you learn? when will you learn that your actionS HAVE CONSEQUENCES!  ’ ‘  can i get a waffle??? can i PLEASE get a waffle!!!  ’ ‘  go suck a dick, suck a dick suck a motherfucking dick  ’ ‘  you better stop! biTCH STOP  ’ ‘  do you ever like wake up and do something and you’re just like what the hec– fuck is goin on  ’ ‘  what’s good, brah you don’t know me! you don’t– WHAT IS GOOD! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW ME! ’ ‘  it’s summer i got my hat on backwards and it’s time to fucking party  ’ ‘  anyone ever tell you you look like beyonce?  ’ ‘  I LOVE YOU, BITCH. I AIN’T EVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU BITCH  ’ ‘  BITCH I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO YOU’LL BE A DEAD SON OF A BITCH, I TELL YOU THAT  ’ ‘  and they were roommates!  ’ ‘  oh my god, they were roommates  ’ ‘  oh my god, i love chipotle chipotle is my liiiiife   ’ ‘  this bitch empty YEET!!!!  ’ ‘  WHERE ARE THOOOOOSE  ’ ‘  THEY ARE MY CROCS  ’ ‘  bitch disgusting  ’ ‘  yeaaah. yeAAAAAH.  ’ ‘  so no head?  ’ ‘  THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU!  ’ ‘  i’ll kill you. i’ll kill you. i’m not even worried about it.  ’ ‘  ahh, fuck. i can’t believe you’ve done this  ’ ‘  aHH STOP! i could’ve dropped my croissant!  ’ ‘  what’s up me and my boys are going to see uncle kracker  ’ ‘  give me my hat back, jordan!  ’ ‘  do you wanna go see uncle kracker or no!?  ’ ‘  i sneezed! oh, i’m not allowed to sneeze?!  ’ ‘  look at all those chickens  ’ ‘  i smell like beef  ’ ‘  i gotta go home cause i forgot to… vacuum my room  ’ ‘  actually, megan, i can’t sit anywhere. i have hemorrhoids.  ’ ‘  is there anything better than pussy? yes! a really good book  ’ ‘  mom, i’m peein on myself  ’ ‘  sorry, i’m on the toilet. i hope the ice cream don’t melt, bitch  ’ ‘  honestly i don’t remember, i was probably fucked up. yeah, i was crazy back then  ’ ‘  I WON’T HESITATE, BITCH!  ’ ‘  just shut up and die slowly, okay?  ’ ‘  two bros chillin in a hot tub five feet apart cause they’re not gay!  ’ ‘  mother trucker, dude! that hurt like a butt cheek on a stick!  ’ ‘  i said WHOEVER THREW THAT PAPER, YOUR MOMS A HO  ’ ‘  you remember one time i liked you? GOOD! cause it never happened  ’ ‘  if your name is junior and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hand  ’ ‘  i’M WASHIN ME AND MY CLOTHES, BITCH! I’M WASHING ME AND MY CLOTHES  ’ ‘  waddup i’m jared, i’m nineteen, and i never fucking learned how to read  ’ ‘  whAT THE FUCK IS UP, KYLE? NO WHAT’D YOU SAY? WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE! STEP THE FUCK UP KYLE  ’ ‘  oh my god why can’t you just take the fricken compliMENT  ’ ‘  is that a wEED? i’m callin the police!!!  ’ ‘  yo, drink this vodka down the hatch c’mon  ’ ‘  it is wednesday, my dudes. aaaaAAAAAAH  ’ ‘  there is only one thing worst than a rapist… a child!  ’ ‘  get to del taco, they got a new thing called fre shavocado  ’ ‘  *to the tune of ghostbusters* i’m an adult virgin  ’ ‘  hi my name is tre, i have a basketball game tomorrooooow  ’ ‘  babeyou’reafuckingbitchiwantyoutogetthefuckoutofmycarcauseiwannabreakupwithyou i fucking hate you   ’ ‘  todays forecast we can clearly see that somebody got me fucked up. FUCKED. UP.  ’ ‘  whAT’S UP FUCKERS  ’ ‘  FUCK YOU, THAT’S WHY  ’ ‘  he needs some milk!  ’ ‘  you are my dad. YOU’RE MY DAD! boogie woogie woogie  ’ ‘  yEAH NO SHIT, HONEY  ’ ‘  oooooh my boy going to prom. fuck it up! fuck it up! fuck it up!  ’ ‘  hey, how you doin? i’m doing just fine. i lied. i’m dying inside  ’ ‘  honey, you got a big storm comin  ’ ‘  i wanna fucking DIE  ’ ‘  road work ahead? uh yeah i sure hope it does  ’ ‘  the yo-yo master did not answer, he just kept on yo-ing  ’ ‘  welcome back to me screaming  ’ ‘  you know sometimes i think to myself what are you waiting for you dumb stupid fuuuuuuck!  ’ ‘  do you ever shut the fuck up?  ’

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hameya:

       ❛    —   the  beads ?  oh,  they  aren’t  new.   ❜   a  hand  reaches  up  to  pinch  the  golden  adornments  in  between  her  fingers  with  an  almost  REVERENT  care,  gaze  growing  distant  as  she  allowed  her  memories  to  take  her  to  another  place  entirely  —  a  world  that  her  grandmother  was  still  a  part  of.    ❛    teita  gave  them  to  me,  before  she  died. i  never  thought  i’d  wear  them,  until  i  cut  my  hair.  she  was  right  —  they  do  suit  me.  she  always  had  such  an  eye  for  details  like  that.    ❜

❛ it’s  very  nice.  it  suits  you. ❜ she’s  afraid  that  she  sounds  DISTANT,  and  she  is.  when  ana  amari  speaks  to  her  daughter  her  eyes  seem  fixated  on  the  months  they  haven’t  spoken  rather  than  where  they  are  right  now.  she  doesn’t  mean  it;  it’s  just  where  he  mind  takes  her.  the  captain  absently  traces  the  tattoo  beneath  her  eye,  face  a  little  softer.  soft  as  it  can  get.  the  leaderly  lines  of  her  face  that  usually  contoured  the  boldness  of  herself  had  faded  for  the  day.  left  there  an  outstanding  but  unarguably  grieving  woman.   ❛ she  always  knew  what  was  good  on  someone. i  like  them.❜

[hameya-deactivated20180404]

I’VE NEVER BELIEVED IN DESTINY.  No, the stars never whispered my name, my future. I grabbed my own fate with two hungry hands, pulling and pushing and molding my life, leaving smudges and dirty fingerprints all over a once clean soul. My mistakes belong entirely to me. No, the stars never mapped out a path for me to follow, never planned my downfalls, my triumphs. I RULE THE STARS, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND. I take their dust and inject it in my veins; I breathe in their light as                                     I LIVE, I LIVE, I LIVE.  /    pharah of overwatch.     cred.