#how eloquent

[falltothesun]

U ever had a fat black pair of balls in your mouth?

Not yet :)

[rkplaced]

plotted  with  @maccaillte.

            felix  hasn’t  seen  his  family  in  a  very  long  time.

            really,  he  hasn’t  been  in  contact  with  anyone  since  he  joined  the  army  —  it  seemed  like  as  soon  as  he  was  old  enough  to  run  away  from  his  brothers,  he  did  just  that,  &  it’s  hard  not  to  see  his  choice  as  deliberate  when  he  intentionally  deviated  from  the  career  path  that  both  of  his  older  siblings  had  pursued.  he  didn’t  want  to  be  a  cop,  he  wanted  to  serve,  &  that’s  exactly  what  he’d  done  ...  but  although  he’d  never  dream  of  going  AWOL  as  a  soldier,  he’d  effectively  ghosted  the  few  family  members  he  had,  leaving  them  high  &  dry  in  a  turn  which  was  (  admittedly  )  cold,  unkind.  those  are  words  that  can  describe  a  lot  of  things  he’s  done,  though.  at  the  end  of  the  day,  he  was  never  a  good  person,  &  he’s  only  proven  this  much  while  he  was  gone  —  both  by  leaving,  &  by  ...  doing  some  other  things.  maybe  it  was  for  the  better.  that’s  what  he  thinks:  that  they  were  better  off  without  their  little  brother  in  their  lives.  for  the  past  few  years,  felix  has  been  intent  on  keeping  things  this  way  forever,  or  ...  until  he  dies,  at  least,  at  which  point  his  body  would  probably  be  sent  to  them.  it’s  not  like  he  ever  intended  on  making  friends,  much  less  finding  himself  a  new  family.  &  while  his  loneliness  had  remained  firmly  established  all  that  time  ...  well.  the  rest  of  his  plan  didn’t  end  up  going  exactly  the  same  as  it  had  in  his  head.

            he  doesn’t  want  to  talk  about  what  happened,  &  doesn’t  know  if  he’ll  ever  be  able  to.  but  despite  this,  he  can’t  deny  the  fact  that  he’s  been  (  honorably  )  discharged,  can’t  pretend  like  he  wasn’t  nicely  kicked  out  &  flown  back  to  the  city  where  he’d  been  picked  up,  years  of  loyalty  suddenly  amounting  to  jack  shit.  he  doesn’t  have  anything,  he  doesn’t  have  anywhere  to  go,  he’s  ...  lost.  on  some  level,  he’s  scared,  although  fear  isn’t  something  that  felix  ever  admits  to.  &  despite  his  reluctance,  despite  his  belief  that  he  was  never  going  to  see  his  family  again  ...  well,  his  life  has  been  turned  around,  &  he  has  to  do  something  now  that  he’s  back  in  detroit.  that’s  why  he’s  here,  looking  rough  around  the  edges  &  standing  at  his  eldest  sibling’s  door.  when  they  finally  answer,  he  stiffens,  posture  straightening  as  he  stands  at  attention.  soldierlike.  most  things  about  him  are  soldierlike,  including  the  way  he  speaks  ...  but  right  now,  he  fails  to  think  of  anything  remotely  proper  to  say.  hoping  his  sibling  recognizes  him,  he  shifts  in  place,  adjusts  his  cold  stare,  &  settles  for  a  belated,  ❝  …  hello.  ❞

[yayen-chan]

I wrote down the dream I had when I was half asleep on my writing discord server

[campingwiththecharmings]

got to watch Oscar's NYCC panel cuz they streamed it and omg he's so cute fml 😭😭😭

[applebutterbabie]

I let my friends cat make a text post. Heres what he has to say: Aqua w ,X)'

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

Fuck you

A variation on my favorite Deuce lyric.  We can sing it together, homie.“So when you point the finger I’ll flip one back and say FUCK THAT!”“I fucking hate you (I fucking hate you)I thought that you pussies knew (I thought you pussies knew)No matter what you doHell’s gonna break loose”“Fuck fake ass friends,My story’s just beginning This is where yours ends.”Oh wait, how about some Rage.“Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!!”I’ll go even further back with ya.Here’s some Throwdown“T his is a war. so you've gotta stay strong and rise above. and lever let the motherfuckers tear you away from what you love. gotta fight back and reclaim what's truly yours. take revenge on the world and declare your fucking war. your war. stay gold. stay true to yourself and your friends and never let go. you want a piece of my fucking time? well back up and back off. get in back of the line. you want a piece of my fucking mind? well fuck you. fuck you. “Anyway, if that’s all you got I think you should go back to school and learn how to present your case because I don’t have clue one what you’re talking about, my good bitch and I honestly do not care.

[stpdwriter]

you know when they greet you good morning and then suddenly the world is vibrant? ughhh

[shieldarchitect]

@destruction-personified continued from here:

Guzma held his limp arm, a large, deep gash dripping blood heavily down onto the floor. He growled in pain.

“Just got into a fight with some drunk dude, fucker pulled a knife…”

He gestured with his good arm to the other blood stains spattered across his clothes, obviously not coming from any injuries on his own body.

“Then I pulled mine, let’s just say he’s a lot worse off than I am…But his knife was a lot bigger than mine and I think he severed one of my biceps. Ain’t too sure. All I know is this hurts like a bitch and I can’t move my arm.”

He smiled nonchalantly.

“How’re you doin’?”

Whatever she was expecting him to say, it certainly wasn’t that.  Her offer to get him to a hospital dies before it reaches her lips at his explanation and she takes  a step back, trying to stutter out some sort of response to his revelation.  The normally witty architect appears to be stunned into silence as her face goes pale between the sight of so much blood, his own explanation, and his nonchalant demeanor to the entire debacle.

“The fuck?”