NEEDLE & THREAD.

sew me a new fuck to give. independent post-dr:ae oc. SMOKING & SELF HARM TW.

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'M not yer fuckin' boyfriend:

♥ ✧*:・ﾟ✧ .・゜゜・ ・゜゜・      “What are you working on, there?”

     “Sewin' together a scarf. Autumn's comin' up an' I don' wanna be cold an' shit, y'know?”

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concept: your mouth is full of huge, sharp teeth. you tear apart muscle and gnaw through bones. you crave blood. you are powerful.

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[edentimm]

i dont exist so you can find me attractive and acceptable

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Well, she's gonna shift around so she can face him a bit better and stare. "Apparently there are rumours. You've heard them, too, right?"

     “…Yeah, ‘t’s pretty hard not t’ hear ‘em. That shit’s spread all over the school.”

     A sigh. He had to place the crochet tools on the table so he could give her his full attention. He learned that even if he tried to ignore her, she wouldn’t quit the creepy staring, so it was no use.

     “…’T’s yer fault, y’know. Ye kissed me an’ we got caught. An’ ye starin’ at me in class doesn’t fuckin’ help.”

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Sits on his lap.

     Guess he wasn’t crocheting anymore. There was a girl on him. He tensed up, looking up from his hands to see that it was her. Can he ever catch a break?

     “Wha th’ fuck d’ye want now?

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breathes

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monachuu replied to your post;

//this will forever be Oshino's nickname for Tay

     “Please no.”

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Why did you choose the name Taylor for him? Just curious. :o

oh! there’s a couple reasons, actually,, i know that taylor is traditionally an english name which is why there’s a special reasoning behind why i did it!

- taylor is a morphed version of “tailor”. it’s not uncommon for you to name your kids after what you want them to grow up to be in other countries. so he’s taylor the tailor!

- taylor is a gender-neutral name... which means that he didn’t have to start awkwardly going by a different name or anything like that when he started transitioning... he’s still taylor!

- BC OF THE PUN POSSIBILITIES?? taytor tot. fucking. taytor tot.

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Anguish gal:

♥ ✧*:・ﾟ✧ .・゜゜・ ・゜゜・

“What?” Something like that had taken even her by surprise. Instinctively, she pulled her head back, staring at him with some sort of semi-stunned expression on her face.       He was okay with her staying?                   Wasn’t he literally just telling her to fuck off?   She pulled away completely, stepping back until she was stumbling over the bag she’d placed on the ground. Somehow she regained her composure, but her eyes were wide, and her chest was hurting. This was weird.             “No, I have to– I have to go. Immediately.” 

     Good riddance. When they parted, the first thing he did was pick up the spreadsheets off the floor and turn around so he didn’t have to make eye contact with her again. He sorted through the papers, trying to ignore how flustered he felt. Suppressing anything that had just happened completely.

     “Yeah, I had t’ go too, anyway.”

     Thank fuck. What was he going to do if she actually wanted to stay and bug him more? He took out his lighter and started playing with it, even in the building, to show Kimiko that he wanted to deal with anything but her right now.

     “...Fuckin’ bye.”

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                    I LOST MYSELF IN MAKE-BELIEVE.

                              YOU CAN’T BREAK ME.

                                        { ind. post-DR:AE oc --                                          penned by GRACE.                                             smoking & abuse content warnings. }

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What makes you say the opposite of what every cell in your body wants you to say?

Jandy Nelson, I’ll Give You the Sun (via theliteraryjournals)

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Tragedy girl:

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       “I…” Did she want to stop? It was getting a bit too meaningful for her. Especially since neither of them were parting distance and were talking onto each other’s lips.     “Am I not a good kisser?” Where did that question even come from? She’d told herself not two seconds ago that she’d stop it. But her body wasn’t moving. Maybe she just didn’t want to stop it, enough.         “I’m… sorry…” Kimiko closed her eyes, pulling her hand from his, finally, and instead slinging both arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug. Emotionally tight.     “I’ll leave if you really want me to. I’m sorry.           You don’t ever have to talk to me again or anything.” 

     He kind of awkwardly wrapped his arms around her, too. He didn’t hug back nearly as tight, though. His hands kind of just rested on her back, rather than pulling her into the hug. What could he even say that was comforting?

     “No, yer not a bad kisser at all. I don’ think so, at least...                                        An’... um, ye can stay if ye really want to.”

      Did he just say that? Why did he say that she could stay? She couldn’t. He wanted her gone. Isn’t that what he’s been asking for this entire time? So why the fuck did he say she could stay? Maybe it was that dumb part of him that enjoyed the weird kisses and hand-holding and hugging speaking for him. But he couldn’t take it back now.

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we're serious roleplay blogs i swear:

♥ ✧*:・ﾟ✧ .・゜゜・ ・゜゜・      “…” Whatever this was it was uncomfortably… sweet, save from the taste of his tongue and the bitterness that came with every kiss. Still, it was the kind of thing that lingered so horribly she actually felt good. Nobody had kissed her this willingly before.      Her hand slid forward, trailing off into the space behind him as her arm pulled up to rest on his shoulder. The fingers of her opposing hand were still entwined with his own. It was strangely romantic for just an intimate situation between friends.     Which was why Kimiko cut it short after noting that her heart was beating too fast for this to be tame. Her lips pursed, but she didn’t move back too far. In fact, she barely parted with him at all. Her face felt hot.            “I’m sorry.” 

     “No harm, no foul.”

     It was kind of hard to process all of the thoughts in his head going on at once. How to get away from her as soon as humanly possible, and how he had just willingly kissed her. It was hard to think with the pulse of his heart ringing in his ear, and the distracting heat that flushed his cheeks.

     It... Wasn’t a bad feeling, though. It made him feel like somebody wanted him. And her kisses were so sweet and soft, granted her coat of flavored lip gloss. This side of her was much more welcoming, and a lot less draining than the side of her that just stared at him, unblinking.

      He almost didn’t want her to actually leave. Almost. He still only really kissed her for her to leave him alone, and his motives were unchanging.

      "Like ye said, it was jus' a friendly kiss... Between friends. I'm totally willin' to stop, though."

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people need to eat i guess:

♥ ✧*:・ﾟ✧ .・゜゜・ ・゜゜・     Despite the gesture ending, she was still ghosting his lips, staying close as she listened to what he had to say. She kept her eyes on his, even when they were so close like this. 

          His voice was on her own breath, and she felt her chest tighten up a little bit in confusion. He wasn’t really resisting her, was he? Did he like it?     “…It isn’t a big deal. This isn’t a big deal.               We can just be friends. Friends can kiss and it doesn’t count.”  Almost as if proving her point she pressed in again, like she had no money and there were free samples; just going in for more.    The next time was short, and her fingertips              lightly dug at the skin of his neck, though,                              their lips were practically touching still when she whispered. 

     “Try it?”

     Friends? Is that what you would call... this? Friends? He didn’t know exactly how to describe how he felt about Kimiko... Was it a friendship? It definitely wasn’t love. Though, how could he tell? He’s never really even felt love before. Maybe that was that strange feeling he got when he kissed her? Probably not. Love required effort -- and it required for him to actually care about Kimiko.

     Well, no, that was wrong. He didn’t not care for her -- but it was safe to say you couldn’t truly care about someone who drained the emotion out of you so easily like you’d care about a family member. It wasn’t that strong of a caring. One that could be classified as ‘love’.

    “Try it, huh?”

    Was that what would get her to leave him alone? Fine. He only had to dip his head a little to pull them back into a kiss... But now he was the one insinuating it. Was this the same girl he had punched? Slapped? Yelled at? Oh well. Their kisses were nice. He couldn't stop to think -- he was exhausted and wanted her gone. If this is what it took, he didn't care.

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