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whatever, dropout. 🤘 she / they pfp heynhay fanfic + babble

[soulreapin]

welcome to the space station. . .

✩ soulreapin / soul / reagan

✩ writer + thinker + talker + hater

✩ voltron: legendary defender / arcane / stardew valley / all for the game (nora sakavic)

✩ you can find my ao3 here and my carrd here

✩ the ask box is open! i cannot guarantee a timely or coherent response but you’re welcome to try; anon is welcome.

tags:

#soulasks #soulfics #soulhcs

[soulreapin]

I don’t want my hair-clip back.

Two of the tines are broken, and my hair is too shaggy for a claw.

What I want is left behind where those broken tines are. I want it back on his porch, on his bed—on the backseat of my car.

From the plastic digging into my hand, feeling the concrete besides the dusty bike bake into my flip-flops, I want the past.

I want an I miss you. I want an I’m sorry.

I want back the “you taste good.” I want it back like the tree yearns for the fruit. The same way branches feel lighter without the fruits of their labor dangling above the ground.

Behind the feeling of “you’re beautiful,” I cannot taste tonight’s breakfast. It clings like smoke on the backs of my teeth, floating around like the ghost the body has turned into. Heavy, and sticky, I want it like the syrup smell in the morning. Attached to his memory, sure, but attached to me even stronger.

These all come with that small, shitty piece of plastic. And I have them in the other things—the lipgloss on my desk, once caught in his teeth, the containers on my desk, once smeared on his fingers. They all remain in my possession, easily passed back to my memory.

This claw clip does not hold anything deeper. Darker. But it is my final hold on the best-worst time of my life. While the clip resides on his shelf, where I have left it to rot besides the things he cannot throw out but cannot look at either, I could be allowed back in. Reclaim the time spent as good things earned.

I take the clip back: it’s over. Harder than the closed door of his truck the last afternoon I kissed him. We become nothing—lovers to dust and friends to dirt. Lipgloss becomes lipgloss and Ikea joins the pool of bad things under your tongue.

It’s too much to stay, but far too little to go. I stare at this clip through walls, through time and space and weekends and I’m sorries. Hoping for what? An open door, a hand on my shoulder, his mouth on mine?

Or am I hoping for thrown cups, hard words and glossy eyes? What am I looking for that will make me happy enough to split free from this?

But I am no more than me. I am looking for what will set me right, what can prop up the pieces I am tying together? A what, or who, or how?

I want like wood for fire, like salt for water. I want in a way like broken glass. I spend my nights, for now, leant out the window for smoke. It wreathes like a cloth over the dim streetlights. It sticks down my neck, pulls at my hair. My claw clip will pull it away.

[varienceth0rn]

The first episode of smiling friends is literally a trial by fire 😭

[soulreapin]

i am COMPLETELY undone by unphased by casual touch x any kind of touch sets off fireworks and floating hearts

evenmore so when its the “stoic” one ex keith

like imagine with me lance stood in the kitchen doing idk. fuck all. keith comes up and presses his fingers into lance’s spine (so he knows he’s there) and maybe sticks a hand in his pocket for the thing he knows is there and this is all fine in keithland

however lanceville is in shambles. obliterated. on fire, population 1 soon to become zero

[soulreapin]

trawling the tumblr of people who i maybe half know is poetic in some kind of weird bullshit way and i like the smell of hair dye more than touch that makes me nauseous and all of this is somehow much more myself than ive ever been

[soulreapin]

happy thanksgiving from soulreapin!

while i fade in and out of voltron i love you all dearly and cherish my fellow authors

[hotdogcabbagesausage]

surprise bitches. i just felt like it

courtesy of: @artbycs @mushed-kid @soulreapin @supersilly109 @twinchromatid @featherlight-whispers

[soulreapin]

soulreapin has been consumed by grow a garden

and for the record so would keith

grow a garden SWEAT. im talking absolute jungle all the good pets everything. probably knows jandel purely online

[feiyufly]

Longest Night

Mae, Bea, Gregg, & Angus - Night in the Woods

for @nightinthewoodszine (2022/2023)

[arie-zzz]

Keith Voltron the crimes I would commit for you

[soulreapin]

hi everyone

ive asked this before but would you all like to see some original work

im out of the swing of fanfiction and kind of writing as a whole but i have some original stuff that ive been hanging on to

[soulreapin]

hi everyone its soulreapin but im venting on tumblr.

im just having a REAL hard time lately. my friends hate me. except a couple. i am so goddamn greatful for the few. i am exactly who i am and im getting shit for that.

ive been trying so hard to be a better person than who i was the day before but i am struggling to find meaning in anything if all i get is the same response no matter how i behave.

sorry guys love you all. stay cool

[chiimeramanticore]

do me a favor and reblog this and put in the tags what time it is for you and what you're currently doing/thinking about

[catsushinyakajima]

how r so many of my moots from the time zone two hours behind me. 1:30 pm

[soulreapin]

1:51 am.

all my friends hate me and im trying so hard to be a good person. but why am i bothering when im catching shit for making the same jokes everyone else does.

[stratos-ane]

sex haver and drug doer

[ronan-sinbad]

Voltron!

[imafuckinstar]

should i read tsats because on one hand it would give me more solangelo but on the other hand im afraid it will not be as good as the other riordanverse books

[moonpils]

a quick little drawing from ‘i need someone like you to lighten the load’ by slowklancing and @sunnyjolras

i’m not even half way through yet but Romelle’s and Lance’s friendship was so cute, i needed to physically see it with my own two eyes lol.

super keen to keep reading 🤞🏼