#{;memes}

[defendingtheice]

ø (for Jesse)

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

ashton: hey sorry for the late text, just.. wanted to see if you wanted to hang, I might really need a drink, idk, still deciding if its worth breaking my on-season rule.

ashton: fuck it, yeah it is, I need a fucking drink.

[dragonveined]

WHAT ENTERS THE ROOM BEFORE YOU DO?

THE EXPECTATIONS

You arrive already reading the room. Who needs reassurance. Who expects competence. Who is quietly hoping you’ll fill a gap they won’t name. You adapt instinctively, almost reflexively - sliding into what’s required before anyone asks. People feel understood by you. Seen. Held. Sometimes too quickly. They mistake your attunement for availability, your flexibility for obligation. The work here is remembering that you are allowed to enter without performing. That your presence does not have to be useful to be valid. Colours: Soft beige, pale blue, overcast light Scene: Adjusting yourself mid-conversation, then pausing, wondering when you last checked in with what you wanted.

[aliberation]

WHAT ENTERS THE ROOM BEFORE YOU DO? THE ENERGY

you arrive like warmth does, without asking permission. Before you speak, before you settle into a chair, something in the room softens. Conversations loosen their shoulders. Silences stop feeling accusatory. People don’t always know why they feel safer around you; they just do. Your presence is porous. You feel atmospheres the way skin feels temperature. Joy clings to you easily. So does unease. You often carry emotions that were never formally handed to you - just left in the air, assumed you’d hold them. Still, there is something grounding about you. You remind people that gentleness isn’t weakness, that openness can be steady. Colours: Honey, warm amber, sunlit linen Scene: Sitting cross-legged on the floor while others talk around you, quietly anchoring the room just by being there.

[fellsparks]

WHAT ENTERS THE ROOM BEFORE YOU DO? THE CAUTION

You arrive quietly, like a breath taken before speaking. You choose where to stand. Where to sit. Who to look at. Your presence isn’t loud but it’s deliberate, weighted with attention. People often miss you at first. That’s fine. You’re not here to be consumed immediately. You are gathering information, reading undercurrents, noticing what isn’t being said. When you do engage, it’s precise. Thoughtful. Real. And by then, you’ve already seen everything. Colours: Slate, mist grey, muted sage Scene: Sitting near a window, watching reflections more than faces, storing details you’ll remember later.

[void-keeper]

@mephisto-reporting tagged me for this meme. The song featured is Red River Valley. There are several renditions of it where people change the lyrics. I would never be able to come up with a ship name, the entirety of Persuasion is their ship name, okay???

[silksindicate]

let me assign you an affection language

A Knife Called Grief You have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? You can run but not without them. You want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything.You want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. You want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. Because you know you’d do that for them.

Tagged by: @angie-long-legs

Tagging: @top-shelf-tender and anyone else that feels the desire!

[ashton-ryder]

Do you think Roman is attractive?

"..no? This sounds like a trick question, Charlie is that you and if so what did you want me to say." @romanxdrake @pxtitxrosx