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#i'm just #not feeling great about 90% of my blogs and i haven't been for a long time #i haven't had motivation to do anything and it's been getting to me because i feel like i owe people to keep going and that's just #not what i want #idk idk #maybe i'll be back idk #i'm keeping bellamy (which is a great joke really since he's the muse i'm arguably the most insecure about) and i've made a blog for sevro #from pierce brown's 'red rising'#so yeah #if you want to follow and do stuff over there that's cool #| queue

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( . )( . ) ONE MORE TIME

( . )( . ) for my muse’s reaction to yours shirtless not accepting.

-–––––––– EVERYBODY HAS SCARS.

fuck knows she as more than her own fair share of them. she read somewhere once, the words of someone trying to be profound, that saidyou weren’t supposed to go through life unscathed. scars are stories ; some fluffy bullshit like that that’s supposed to make you feel good. johanna has earned all of hers, good and bad. she doesn’t need some credited person to use their words like a band–aid for her. she has scars. -––– raleigh does too. she’s always been more open about her body than him, but after the accident it became even moreso. he always wore long shirts, never really allowed other eyes to see his skin. to see his scars. johanna sometimes thinks that they’ll look like yancy on his skin, the way the holds himself. she’s seen them before, a while ago, once. he was mad, or at least upset and frustrated that she saw it. saw him. but it seems like something new when she opens the door to his room to find him in the middle of putting his shirt on. the scarred side is to her, and lines like the connectors marr his body. she stands still and silent for a moment, knowing he hasn’t realized she’s there just yet. she takes a step in, and his eyes find hers. a look of panic as he tries to rush and get his shirt on, but johanna steps into his space quick enough and stops him. her hand moves the fabric away and off of him, and she’s sure he hates this, but he has to stop fucking hiding. at least from her, that’s all she asks. fingertips skirt loosely upon the surface of the scars as she dips her forehead onto his shoulder. a loud and heavy exhale comes from raleigh at her touch. she doesn’t look at his face, gives him at least the privacy of his emotions as she cartographs the lines upon him from the accident. a quick, silent movement on her part. if he stopped paying attention for even a second, he’d not notice it. but she moves her head, and plants a quick kiss upon his warm skin. she hopes that she’s learning how to make him feel okay. she hopes that she can be that bandaid on a wound, the kind that’s large enough to make it stop bleeding and let it heal.

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charliecox

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murphyhatesme

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"What have you done?" [DIVERGENT VERSE]

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He rolls the ball between his hands. Palms it back and forth once, twice, three times before bouncing it off the wall before him. The ball is old. It does not bounce as well as he hoped, and he must stretch to catch it when it returns. He does this a second time before looking up to Megan standing next to him and giving her a rather lopsided grin. The expression aches the dark, purpling bruise that has spread across his cheek. "Nothing. Just got a little over-ambitious with a punching bag."

#getsherhandsdirty #v | ordinary acts #| queue

getsherhandsdirty:

“I’m guessin’ you’ve got some Hater-ade to help wash those down, huh?”

"Now you're just being rude."

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"You're not an asshole. You're just trying so hard to be." pls

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“Says you.” He says it in jest. Arches a brow as he turns to look to Arya. The wildling woman with a direwolf at her side. Both, beneath the prickly exterior, are truly good allies and quite kind. If he's trying to be an asshole, then so is she.

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getsherhandsdirty:

Challenge accepted.

The brunette rises quickly from her seat, hand snapping out to tug the clock out from under Raleigh’s fingers by it’s electrical cord.

“I’m tempted to beat you with it.”

She whips the clock away and Raleigh is left still grinning. He likes Megan ---- she can give shit as good as she gets. With an exaggerated sigh and stretch of his arms, he flops back onto her bed, mussing up the sheets. "Go ahead."

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lriswcst

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finally got around to doing this. apologies for the shitty handwriting and picture!! tagged by: illripyourthroat tagging: getsherhandsdirty ; magicxecustos ; morguliis ; jonaslies

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illripyourthroat:

HER HEARTBEAT PULSES in her head with an incoming headache ; the sound of B L O O D rushing & B O O M D O O M, B O O M D O O M, breathing into her. & all she can think of is that she’s still fucking alive. raleigh’s dead, his g h o s t or whatever the fuck you want to call it summoned to her by the talisman in her hand. she told him she’d never use it. what’s dead is dead. she’s been alone for so long. she also told him she’d kill him. she also told him, that night, the night before -– she told him he wasn’t a monster, she didn’t hate him, &, &, & -– SHE LOOKS UP towards him ; his presence both o b v i o u s & not fully formed. he cannot touch her. HE’S DEAD. blood of another is crusted on her arms. she would wash it off but what’s the point? she doesn’t care. she’s going to get more in just a bit. she’s resting, catching her breath, seeing if this goddamn talisman works for her & -– surprise! it does. looking back down, she shakes her head vigorously & her words come out forceful, like if she shows her A N G E R her T E A R S can be ignored. ( please, don’t bring up hertears. )

❛ you can’t comfort me, raleigh. you can’t! you’re dead! don’t give me this bullshit. this is on me. we both know it is. you should hate me. please, hate me for this. ❜

To watch someone you love wrestle with pain, and not be able to do a damn thing about it ... Raleigh is certain this is his own special brand of hell. He watches Johanna's eyes brim with tears as she turns the talisman over and over in her hands. She said she'd never use it. What's dead is dead, there's no point bringing it back. There's no point bringing him back. "I don't hate you, Jo. I could never hate you."

And Raleigh thinks, maybe, that he never actually hated her at all. From their goofy first date -- "You know, I don't make a habit of going out with weird men." "Neither do I." -- to her holding a silver blade to his throat, he has never hated Johanna Mason. Resented her, perhaps ( if only for the full moons she stubbornly refused to leave him at ), but that was never for long. Now, he doesn't know what to do. Ghostly hands stuff beneath his armpits, arms crossed firm over his chest. He wants to touch her, oh does he want to touch her and comfort her, but she's made it very clear he can't. It'd be better for both if he just not try. "Don't do this," the plead is soft, shaken with barely held back terror. The blood on Johanna's arms is not hers but it mars her skin all the same. Her knuckles are bruised. Her whole demeanour strained. He knows her, and knows this isn't good. "There's no point in both of us dying, Jo."

illripyourthroat

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getsherhandsdirty:

The thud of his heart felt beneath her palm is what reminds her that her hand is still pressed to his chest. ( His nice broad chest. ) Fingers curl, nails that aren’t as clean as they could be catching on the material before she’s pushing herself away from him, returning their personal space with a chuckle puffing past lips curled into a smirk. “Hate to break it to you, but this—” she motions between them and then around them “—this is all a joke. A friend thought it’d be funny to put me on whatever-the-fuck site you found me on in an attempt to try to hook me up.” Megan was more than perfectly capable of hooking up on her own. Now, whether or not she wanted to was a different story… And lately that was a negative. Cuteness factor aside, personal interests came third, fourth, fifth, and sixth.

"Sorry to disappoint."

he listens intently, watching her with interest as the people about them bustle by. he's surprised, actually that no-one has asked them to move quite yet -- they really are in the way here -- but it disappears for a moment when she finishes her story. a grin breaks out, despite the fact that she's basically turning him down before they even know eachother, and raleigh cards a hand through his hair, ruffling it. with a breathy chuckle he steps around megan, to stand a little out of the way for the rest of the patrons, before turning his attention back to her.

"on a scale of one to ten, how likely are you to believe me if i say your story is exactly the same as mine?"

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maxthieriot

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"We will be victorious. We fight. That's what we do." [DIVERGENT VERSE]

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"that's what dauntless do, megan." the fact that she is different, not dauntless, but divergent, is still hard for her to grasp. deft hands twist the bow staff and the weapon whistles through the air. raleigh slides it suddenly, swinging it around to jab the end at megan. it pokes her in the forehead, right between her eyes. not hard, never hard. his brow knits. "get it through your head. you have to think like a dauntless to get through this next test, sure. but otherwise you are divergent, and you can't afford to forget that."

#getsherhandsdirty #v | ordinary acts #*strokes wise man beard* listen here u shit of a grasshopper #| queue

What kind of woman doesn’t own an axe ?

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