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“It’s me. I’m the gift - J”

     “Then make yaself useful an’ fetch me some crisp, cool water.”

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"Nah. A gift is to be treasured. Right?~"

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"Nothing feels right. Nothing feels the same." (Jared)

"Did you expect to feel differently?"

A solemn expression followed an awkward tug of his sleeve- a mere distraction from his emotions.

"I sure as hell don't feel right."

His voice was gentle, almost mumbling as he fidgeted with the black fabric between gloved fingers.

[notquiteblessed]

the plural of jean is jeans

20 icons from the anime all of the crowning prince of being a dumb butt cutie pie aka Jean Kirstein below cut

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► Angsty Sentence Starters

Vague but also situationally specific somehow.  Change things around as necessary (pronouns, names, etc.).

I don’t think I ever loved you.

I’ve always been second-best, or not an option at all, so what makes this any different?

You lied to me and you’ve got it worked out in your head that you did me a favor.

There’s nothing they can do for you…

I meant to hurt you. If I didn’t, things would’ve only gotten worse.

How long have you been keeping this from me?

You knew how much it meant to me!

I can’t do this.

I can’t watch you kill yourself day in and day out for people who will never appreciate you.

Look at you, do you even know what you’re doing to yourself? 

Do you know what you’re doing to me…?

You’re of no use to anyone like that.

Your opinion doesn’t matter; No one asked for your input.

Close your eyes and count backwards from ten. Breathe, in and out - That’s right. I’m here, I’m here…

I feel like I’m losing my grip.

Nothing feels right. Nothing feels the same.

I loved you. I stood by you no matter what you said or did. I held you when you cried. I fought your demons for you, and this - this is how you repay me? 

You can’t just explain it all away with, “I did what I had to do.” Fuck you. 

You ruined not just my life, but everyone else’s too.

I can’t trust you.

I can’t love you.

You are nothing to me.

Every night, I reach for them and every time, they aren’t there.

They’re gone. What am I supposed to do now…? Who am I supposed to be?

I was there. I watched them… I watched them die.

Day in and day out, I feel like a ghost in my own life. 

Does anyone really understand?

[controlledhues]

“I am afraid to touch you I think you will cry out in pain I think you will be warm, like skin.”

— Margaret Atwood, from Selected Poems I: “Three Desk Objects” (via intopermanence)

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I simply do not vibe with my father

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//Since everyone's talking about post-Rocket verse, it's made me realise that I don't really have much of an idea of what would happen to Jared or Alex...

With @agent-009 's Domino, Jared would probably settle down with her and do their utmost to avoid anyone recognising her for being an Agent... He might even have to visit his parents' for financial support as an absolute last resort to being unemployed. Which would be chaos.

Alex would probably be the third wheel for a while, laying low after separating from the two and trying to find work that he could easily hide in. Most likely something IT related where he could hide away in an office. Either that, or a Pokémon ranger to make up for his time in Rocket.

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Attempting to make garlic bread without use of a garlic press was a big no-no.

Maybe he'll feed it to his Raticate instead.

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Who are you to your friends? Jared you're a well of secrets your friends value you deeply. they know that you need your own time often, that sometimes the last thing you want is a endless flutter of voices around you. but they know that when they need to, they can reach out to you and you'll always welcome them with wisdom and deep care. they might wonder about you sometimes, about what it is that's hidden deep in you, but they mostly respect it, though curiosity is a hard thing to handle sometimes. you are the well. your friends are the bucket, the rope, the coins at the bottom beholding wishes. Alex you're the spring flowers your friends love you, your affection, your energy. you give the best hugs and leaning on your shoulder is just about the best thing ever. sometimes it almost seems like all your friends are a little bit in love with you and you're a little bit in love with each and every one of them. your soul is a warm, lovely thing.

Tagged by @hatsudenki

Tagging: @kyohansha @haematophiliac @fangs-and-knives and whoever else wants to do it!

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“A real shame.” Jared silently remarked to himself, eyeing Jax cautiously. He didn’t trust anyone who enjoyed medical procedures. Yet, he was grateful that the cuts hadn’t caused too much damage.

He glanced over to the various tools that the medic had arranged - rather too meticulously for his liking. Had it been something akin to his brother’s DVD sets, he might have laughed at the obsessive act of order. But this – it showed a man that either had complete confidence in his abilities, or a maniacal control freak. He dearly hoped it was the former.

Jared blinked at the question. He couldn’t remember the last time he had any vaccine since he was a child - not counting the time after his Raticate had bitten him. However, he barely opened his lips before he let out a yelp, not expecting the sting to come so suddenly.

“Ya could have warned me!”

The grunt snapped, looking down at the wounds which Jax had just applied pressure to. He bit his lip, breathing in and out his nose as the pain gradually dulled.

“I had a jab about 3 years ago after a bite. Nothin’ else since I was a kid. Could you at least tell me before you start putting needles in me that it’s comin’?”

     There’s no reaction from Jax as he dabs at the top wound a few times with the cotton wool, which soon becomes soaked in blood from the dried pieces. He goes about cleaning the best he can, wiping around and between each cut until there’s no longer any dried blood. Discarding the cotton wool in a small bag, he picks up another piece and too drenches that in the antiseptic from another tube he opens.

     “Anticipation of coming pain is never fun. I prefer to act without you realizing lest it be something big that is to come. Now, do hold still. I need to ensure everything is cleansed well.”

     And so goes the cotton wool back onto the top wound, wiping it a few times. He does this process three times in total; getting clean cotton wool, dousing it in antiseptic and then wiping each wound in turn.

     “Oh how brave you are. This must be stinging.” Comes a small laugh, a smirk upon his lips. “Though some children do seem to react less than you did when I first touched the wound.”

     Discarding the last piece into the bag, he looks over the small trolley of things.

     “But do not fret, I will get the jab after you are patched up and then stick the needle riiiiight between your eyes so you can watch.”

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Jared winced as his wounds were dabbed over and over again, gritting his teeth as he desperately tried not to show pain. Especially since Jax seemed to take pleasure in it all.

"You put anythin' near my face and I'll break yer nose." The man glared, fingers curling tightly as he felt the sting of his wounds. "The only reason I reacted is cause you didn't tell me - I can handle a bit of pain, y'know."

The grunt carefully eyed the trolley, examining all of the items on it. He quickly began to regret even going out earlier that day. He might have sold the Growlithe for a profit, but all he came back with were cuts and bruises.

"Just do what you have to do and get it over with. I'll pay ya for making it quick."

He was serious, looking Jax in the eye as he desperately wished he could be out of there.

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“We’ve been old enough to drink for years.” Jared smirked, opening a bottle with the corkscrew that Alex had come back with. “Twenty-four. Still in our prime.”

Alex passed a glass to Jax, letting his brother fill them up before raising a toast.

“To health, good fortune and, uh… Not dying in Rocket!”

     “To good health, good fortune, and destroying our enemies before they destroy us!”

     Aaaand he necks the contents in one go.

     “Mm! I picked a good wine. Though–” He coughs, “A bit strong. I do hope you both enjoy my choice.”

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The twins moderately sipped at their wine, feeling the strength of it trickle down their throats. It was tasteful, and clearly had an affect on Jax for him to down it in one.

"It's delicious." Alex smiled, pretending not to notice Jax's sudden drinking.

"Absolutely." Jared read the label on the bottle. "Didn't know you had such good taste, Jax. Maybe we should celebrate more often!"

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@haematophiliac replied:

"Old enough to drink now, mm?" He questions, before suddenly laughing. "I jest. How old are you both, however?"

"We've been old enough to drink for years." Jared smirked, opening a bottle with the corkscrew that Alex had come back with. "Twenty-four. Still in our prime."

Alex passed a glass to Jax, letting his brother fill them up before raising a toast.

"To health, good fortune and, uh... Not dying in Rocket!"

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Jax waltzes up to the pair, a new bottle of fancy-ass wine in each hand. "One for you, and one for you!"

"Well, this is a nice surprise! Thank you very much~" Jared grins, passing a bottle to his twin.

"Wow... This is generous. Thank you." Alex is positively stunned, looking around as if to find something.

"We need three glasses and a corkscrew, pronto!"

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"Hope you can handle a wild party, cause guess whose birthdays it is today~"

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Shay had a point. Not that Jared was going to tell her that anytime soon. Rather, he laughed bitterly at the comment about asking for a promotion. “Oh sure, cause it’s just that easy to rise up the ranks, ain’t it?” Another swig prompted his brother to snatch it from his hands and take a sip himself - more so to prevent his twin from drinking too much. Jared would have protested had he not been so wrapped up in his argument. “I don’t even care if we were needed, we get paid for it and that’s enough. And besides, being promoted means more responsibility and an even deeper tie to Rocket. That means less freedom.” “You guys wanna turn this conversation around or what?” Alex asked, the stress visible in his voice.

     “A’ight. A’ight!!” Shay snaps in response to the whole situation and conversation, throwing her arms up in the air and spilling some of the vodka from the bottle still in a hand. “Wotever. Jus’… Y’know. Tryna do better meself an’ wanna help people.” The last sentence, while muttered, sounds bitter as hell, as though she doesn’t really want to. Does she though? Who knows.

     “So go on. Anythin’ been ‘appenin’ in recent? Anybody die? Injuries? Must be somethin’. Oooh did a Pokémon go mad an’ destroy shit? Or maybe…”

     She stands up and reaches over, grabbing the nearly empty bottle of water from in front of the pair.

     “Maybe the whole office flooded!”

     And she squeezes the bottle, shooting the remainder of the water at the twins.

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Normally, getting covered with water unexpectedly would have made Jared even angrier. However, this time was different, what with the alcohol and the heat having affected his head and his mood. Instead, he laughed a few moments after his twin giggled, harmlessly throwing the empty bottle back at Shay.

"There's so many injuries, I'm not sure it's worth even tellin' ya about. As for deaths..." He shrugged. "Only my hopes and dreams."

"Shay, I think he's drunk too much already." Alex piped up. "He's actually laughing."

"Enjoy it whilst you can, both of ya, cause it's never happenin' again. I'm too old."

"You're twenty-four."

"Too old."