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Pretty much finished moving things over, so I'll be discontinuing this blog now.
Today's moving day! Once I've reblogged all my headcanons and other necessities, I will be moving Taurus to this one so that he will still be available for interaction.
——I’m no
H E R O
;; but that doesn’t mean
I wasn’t b r a v e.
PSA that I will be moving Taurus onto my multi-muse blogs considering the lack of blog attendance on my part. Current threads will be replied and reblogged there.
This blog will be deleted once things are all said and done (I’ll give it until Monday for deletion), so if anyone is interested in the blog, please message me. Thank you.
PSA that I will be moving Taurus onto my multi-muse blogs considering the lack of blog attendance on my part. Current threads will be replied and reblogged there.
This blog will be deleted once things are all said and done (I’ll give it until Monday for deletion), so if anyone is interested in the blog, please message me. Thank you.
me pokemon looks a lot stronger
You are strong
You are not
Allowed
to
b r e a k
PSA that I will be moving Taurus onto my multi-muse blogs considering the lack of blog attendance on my part. Current threads will be replied and reblogged there.
This blog will be deleted once things are all said and done (I'll give it until Monday for deletion), so if anyone is interested in the blog, please message me. Thank you.
—- I want … something permanent.
Something that can’t be {{ taken }} away ;;
[ Is that too much to ask? ]
Wheezes because that was the longest thing I've had to write for a thread in the entirety of my roleplaying career.
What will he do? Here was a question that Hermes had always avoided. Making choices meant consequences. Consequences led to regret. Regret led to hurting. So Hermes had made the choice to ignore all responsibility, allowing his life and decisions to become shallow. Everything was based off of instinct and want— never off of deep and reflective thought of what would come after. But the fact that this spirit was making him think… It was something that Hermes wasn’t very welcome to.
"Yeah. I don’t know how to react. I started talkin’ to you because I thought I could just have fun, maybe have sex with you once or twice, just someone I could have a lil light somethin’ with. But then you just had to be your smug lil self, with your damn smirk and lil one-liners that made me wonder if you liked talking to me or not." He was rambling at this point, his voice slowly rising in volume. Hermes was aggravated, annoyed at the fact that someone had managed to bring out this part of him. Responsibility, thought, it was all something that he had put far far away, so that he would never have to see it again. But Taurus was slowly uncovering it, brushing the dust off from the lid and opening it up like Pandora’s fucking box. Surprise.
Hands shakily pulled his shades off, showing the fiery red irises that were hiding behind them. They reflected anger, defiance…fear. “Does it not matter to you that I just yelled all o’ that to you? I’m guessing it really means nothin’ if you just keep goin’ all counselor on me, doll. ” His voice was loud and clear, his gaze staring straight into his. Taurus really was different. He was keeping his head, his thoughts together. But Hermes?… Look at him. An emotional, raging wreck. “And all you ask is what’ll I do. Bullshit— it doesn’t matter to you.”
Back to listening, though he hand managed a step forward with the god. Although... He took a deep breath in, then back out. As much as he would have liked to just ramble on like Hermes was currently, loosening his grasp of self-control would be entirely equal to one step forward and two steps back. That would be inconvenient. No, reaching a tier of emotion like Hermes... As mild of a thought as it was, it scared the spirit. There was just so little security in it, and seeing the god--his foil, even--it was almost a sort of preview into what a careless choice could lead into. No, he was perfectly fine appearing as an apathetic rock. Things were less muddled this way.
He shot back at fiery eyes with his own calming set as he managed to hold himself back from a sudden ascent towards violence. While he never truly liked the idea of turning to violence, he was starting to think that it might be a better choice than this. Taking the anger that was more or less justly directed at him? He could take it. He was in possession of traits that often frustrated others, after all. It was fair. He could take it, and he would.
But the fact that he was accused of something that the god still had yet to even understand----his jaw tightened and his fingers curled into his palm and all he could hear was stay calm stay calm stay calm d amn it S TAY CALM----
His hand shot out before he could stop it, whipping across the blond's cheek with an immense crack of skin against skin, absinthe irises wide with the frustration and anger and hate he had stuffed down into the darkest recesses of his mind where they waited countless years to see the light of expression once more. Did it hurt to happen? Was it the right move to make? Did he even care about what he was doing? Yes and no. But he didn't have time to spare at the moment for such a trivial sequence of questions. Everything seemed red.
"Does it matter to me? Does it matter to me? Are you honestly going to ask me that at a time like this while you flip out like a child in the midst of a tantrum? Did it ever occur to you how I might feel about this entire situation? Did you even bother to stop and think about how the choices you make affect others? I highly doubt it, because if you did then you wouldn't be in this mess to begin with! You ridiculously sad excuse for a self-aware being--" Volume rising, he straightened, teeth grinding against each other as he looked Hermes dead in the eye without a shred of hesitation.
"You don't know me. You don't know a single thing about me, and yet you seem to have convinced yourself that you know me well enough to tell whether or not I care. What if I do care about what you're doing? Did you ever stop to think about that? Even once? It's difficult to care about someone when they accuse you of the converse, but perhaps that's the problem. You push and push but when the shove finally arrives you can only get out of the damn way in the end or turn the situation around to where someone else is thrown into the crossfire that is your lack of responsibility and self-esteem. You say you don't like to be tied down, but that's not true. You just can't handle facing the consequences of your choices!
"I do care about you, despite how brief our time was simply because I thought that under that 'cool kid' facade there might actually be a half-decent being in the end that would be worth knowing. But with the way you act, it's only making it harder to keep doing so. How can you possibly expect someone--anyone--to care about you when all you do is take it for granted?!" His breath came out in short huffs, voice giving out near the end from the simple fact that rarely did he ever speak so much so loudly; the strain almost had his voice entirely faded.
No, there weren’t supposed to be questions. It was supposed to be simple, understandable making out. Hermes thought Taurus was attractive; Taurus thought Hermes was attractive. They should have been great bed buddies— but something stirred inside, making Hermes take it back and want more. “That’s the thing, doll. I don’t know what I”m thinkin’.” Obvious, is it not? The god didn’t exactly think things through— everything was on impulse and want. When he wanted something, he didn’t think the consequences through. “I never think. But then with you, it’s—” A huff of frustration, raking his hands through his mussed blond hair. “Complicated. You’re different, ‘kay? You’re always so impossible to figure out, I can’t tell if you actually like my company, but I always wanna bother you anyways cause… Cause I want to. And I don’t get it. I should have been bored of you by now, leaving for some other chick or guy to play with.” That wasn’t exactly a compliment, Hermes. “But it’s like I’m fucking stuck with you. I can’t leave.”
Somehow, Taurus expected this type of run-on rambling. The god was a talkative one; there was little he wouldn't say. Simply listening as he went on had made way for more than enough information to be spilled on his proposed question. Freely admitting his lack of understanding on why, as well as the introduction of a small--if anything, direct--reasoning, would it be arrogant for Taurus to say he expected something akin to the mercurial god's reaction?
Absinthe optics carefully regarded the other, instinctively noting the particular tone of his voice. The way he cut off and began again, his breaths of frustration. But more so, the way he had said his last sentence. He had yet to respond with words, as his mind worked furiously at stringing together the appropriate response. Though he suspected it would be received differently than he would hope it would, as he himself still had yet to entirely sort out his emotions.
"Your reasons are happen to point to one obvious conclusion." He spoke softly, the tone of voice he normally used during his work as a masseur. "About how you're so used to pseudo attachment that when the genuine feeling comes, you don't know how to react, because it's not like your other attachments--which to you are essentially items with a one-time use." A pause, and another question. "What will you do?"
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