THY WILL BE DONE. @singingrass-blog - Tumblr Blog

i’m both relieved and regretful to say i think i’ve finally outgrown this site. haven’t really missed it this past week and i think it’s finally time for me to move on. to all my active writing partners: i’m really, really sorry for leading you on if you feel that i have. i truly wanted to remain here and write job and be happy for a long while, but the amount of negativity and high school mentality is just not doing it for me. i’m still going to be writing any and all of my characters on discord if anyone wants to add me (just be sure to tell me who you are). i also might move on to other websites in the future - but for now, i’m just gonna say i’m really sorry to lose some of you but, to the grand majority of tumblr: good fucking riddance.

#( queue )

singingrass-blog

i’m both relieved and regretful to say i think i’ve finally outgrown this site. haven’t really missed it this past week and i think it’s finally time for me to move on. to all my active writing partners: i’m really, really sorry for leading you on if you feel that i have. i truly wanted to remain here and write job and be happy for a long while, but the amount of negativity and high school mentality is just not doing it for me. i’m still going to be writing any and all of my characters on discord if anyone wants to add me (just be sure to tell me who you are). i also might move on to other websites in the future - but for now, i’m just gonna say i’m really sorry to lose some of you but, to the grand majority of tumblr: good fucking riddance.

#( queue )

i’m both relieved and regretful to say i think i’ve finally outgrown this site. haven’t really missed it this past week and i think it’s finally time for me to move on. to all my active writing partners: i’m really, really sorry for leading you on if you feel that i have. i truly wanted to remain here and write job and be happy for a long while, but the amount of negativity and high school mentality is just not doing it for me. i’m still going to be writing any and all of my characters on discord if anyone wants to add me (just be sure to tell me who you are). i also might move on to other websites in the future - but for now, i’m just gonna say i’m really sorry to lose some of you but, to the grand majority of tumblr: good fucking riddance.

#( ooc )

melisica

Justin Haynes

#( born at the foot of the rockies )#( this his wind sways the grass to dance )#( queue )

singingrass-blog

apologies for my absence both here and on discord these past few days, i’m (yet again) going through a busy little while working both jobs and volunteering and meeting with rl friends. i’ll do my absolute best to zigzag between here and @agunthing and get replies done and answer messages on discord over the next few days. thanks for your patience!

#( tbd )

Deep Ass Starters.

Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!

"What's holding you back?"

"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."

"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"

"Let me in sometime!"

"It's not that easy, you know."

"Help me understand."

"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."

"Why are you always so cold?"

"Why are you always so happy?"

"Are you really happy now?"

"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"

"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"

"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"

"It's a problem, I get it."

"This is all kinds of messed up."

"That's not exactly a good coping method."

"So what happened, with your parents, really?"

"What was your childhood like?"

"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."

"You were bullied? What for?"

"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."

"You can't just run away all the time."

"You can't just hide all the time."

"Are you still thinking about them?"

"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."

"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"

"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"

"You never talk about it, why?"

"How come you're so different around them?"

"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."

"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."

"What was your ex like?"

"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."

"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"

"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"

"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."

"Are you scared of being hurt?"

"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"

"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"

"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."

"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"

"You use people to make yourself feel better."

"I'm scared of being used again..."

"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."

"How long has it been since you lost them?"

"You're too attached."

"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."

"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."

"Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"

#( meme )

cowboynoir:

‘Well, I was kinda pushin’ it. Look at you, you’re the action hero. You’ve got the legs– the right kinda legs to stride into whatever. The unknown. Me, I’m just trying to keep up,’ it’s kind of bullshit but Ari knows what he means, flapping his words away with one hand, ‘I don’t need a sidekick. I’m a one man band.’ He pats Job on the arm and steps around him to let them out of the room.

Though the little snort that leaves him at the comparison to an action hero is quickly stifled, Job still can’t help but smile as he says, “Yeah -- right. Only thing missing’s the strong jaw. And bulky arms. And courage. And basically everythin'.”

He’s happy to be out of their room; happy to be out in the sun where no one will ask him of churches or preachers. “Anyways -- what do ya do when you’re not, y’know, solvin’ crimes?”

#cowboynoir #( cowboynoir: thread 002 )

tesha-es

#( brother bear )#( queue )

ventisettes:

a slim figure supported by the doorway. his hair is wild and he’s got a cigarette hanging out the side of his mouth. he imagines he looks like billy the kid, only strung out and tired and pathetic. it takes a moment to process the request—aided by a cloud of nicotine—and then a moment more to understand that blowing smoke in someone’s face is awfully obnoxious. he offers an apology in the form of soft eyes and a crinkled brow ; he’s not sure if it’s understood.

he’s gotten his lighters and matches stolen by trailer trash before. he’s not sure if he wants to give it up. and he looks at the pack, realizing there are only five or so matches left. fuck. he’s an asshole if he says no ; he’s a fool if he says yes. five will barely last him another day, and he’s gotta make it last a week until he gets some commission money, and that’s supposed to go towards pot and acrylics, not matches. besides, he’s never even seen this guy. he’s skeptical, untrusting, slightly moody at best. and while this guy is probably harmless, probably a good guy—good karma isn’t worth withdrawals.

❝ um. ❞ a tentative look accompanies the unsure look he presents. he hunches in on himself like the guy will reach out and snatch the pack, then realizes it makes more sense just to tuck it in his back pocket. ❝ i… have a cherry ? ❞ and yes he does, glowing orange at the end of his stick, weeping ash and smoke.

Job is clearly intruding -- he realizes this as he watches contemplation and a variety of emotions play on the young man’s face -- and while the itch to get a lungfull of smoke down his throat becomes increasingly insufferable the longer he’s awake and hasn’t had his morning fix yet, this by no means has been his intention. Set on leaving the stranger alone, he opens his mouth to speak; closes it before he gets the chance; opens, then closes it again and, when the guy at the door finally offers him the amber of his smoke as a means to light his own, settles for a grateful smile instead. “Only if it ain’t no trouble. I can go look someplace else. Really, done fucked up lettin' my own lighter run out.”

#ventisettes #( ventisettes: thread 001 )

bonewitchery:

Grizelda seems to draw back as she watches him, hand remaining raised for a moment or so after he takes the ring, only to lower again. Strangely, her face has softened some, the harsh furrow of her brows has relaxed into a furrow of concern, the thin line of her lips now parted and the tense set of her jaw gone. In all her years, she has become well aware that she can be a harsh old bitch, careless with her words and her tone–even if it was perhaps for the best, something Job needed to hear. Still, she could have been kinder but kindness does not come as easily to her as it once had.

She says nothing for a few long moments, the silence in the cottage deafening. It seems even the fire has stopped crackling and nearby, Scabrous sits perfectly still, staring up at his mistress. Judgement is practically a cat’s purpose. “…Don’t cry.” She says eventually, voice still as harsh as ever despite her change of heart and the softness of the words. “If you must cry, cry for something worthwhile. Don’t cry because an old witch gave you a telling off.”

In the very corner of her mouth, there is a slight twitch, evidently an attempt at a reassuring smile and she breathes out a ragged sigh. “But…yes, off with you. Back to Mundus Novus.”

Grizelda’s having noticed the water in his eyes somehow makes it worse -- the shame of it. Not only is he a selfish coward, but a wuss as well -- crying when he has absolutely no right to, crying when it is others that should cry because of his inaction. Wrong again -- he is always wrong thinking any sort of interaction beyond official ones is something that he can and should have. He doesn’t deserve them and can’t maintain them anyway, even if he tried. He’ll be leaving soon enough just as he always does and, just like always, the witch will soon forget him too.

“I uh... pardon; iunno what that means.” With nothing for him to collect, everything he’s ever owned either hanging from his body or stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, Job stands there another moment longer, both hands stuffed deep in the aforementioned pockets, before making his way for the door, eyes looking over his shoulder as he expects the witch’s answer.

#bonewitchery #( bonewitchery: thread 002 )

aphelionbruise

#( let love in )#( word to the wise )#( queue )

apologies for my absence both here and on discord these past few days, i’m (yet again) going through a busy little while working both jobs and volunteering and meeting with rl friends. i’ll do my absolute best to zigzag between here and @agunthing and get replies done and answer messages on discord over the next few days. thanks for your patience!

#( ooc )#( tbd )

taromancies-blog

‘ WHEN I WAS TWELVE, A FORTUNE-TELLER TOLD ME that my one true love would die young and leave me all alone. everyone said she was a fraud, that she was just making it up. but i’d really like to know why the hell a person would make up a thing like that. ’ by qt.

#( promo )#um #yas????#perfection in its purest form