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not me contemplating a return to tumblr.

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𝙼𝙸𝚃𝚂𝙺𝙸 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 .     listen i did this 3 years ago and it was like twice as long this is an improved curation ok.  change pronouns / tenses / etc as you see fit live your best life love u

“ you’re growing tired of me. ”

“ you love me so hard but i still can’t sleep. ”

“ sorry i don’t want your touch. ”

“ it’s not that i don’t want you. ”

“ sorry i can’t take your touch. ”

“ it’s just that i fell in love with a war. ”

“ i will be the one you need. ”

“ i just can’t be without you. ”

“ it’s not real enough. ”

“ can you come to where i’m staying? ”

“ i need somebody to remember my name after all that i can do for them is done. ”

“ how many stars will i need to hang around me to call it heaven? ”

“ would you tell me if you want me? ”

“ i didn’t know i had a dream until i saw you. ”

“ my god, i’m so lonely. ”

“ i don’t want your pity. ”

“ i just want somebody near me. ”

“ i just need someone to kiss. ”

“ give me one good movie kiss. ”

“ i know no one will save me. ”

“ i hear my heart breaking tonight.  do you hear it too? ”

“ i could stare at your back all day. ”

“ i thought maybe we would kiss tonight. ”

“ baby, will you kiss me already? ”

“ i know who you pretend i am. ”

“ when you go, take this heart. ”

“ come inside and be with me. ”

“ one morning this sadness will fossilize. ”

“ i will forget how to cry. ”

“ you’re all i ever wanted, i think i’ll regret this. ”

“ you’re my baby, say it to me. ”

“ i always want you when i’m finally fine. ”

“ tell me no. ”

“ i’m not happy or sad, just up or down. ”

“ i’m tired of wanting more. ”

“ you have a way of promising things. ”

“ i’ll love some littler things. ”

“ i want a love that falls as fast as a body from the balcony. ”

“ i want to kiss like my heart is hitting the ground. ”

“ i don’t know what i’m waiting for. ”

“ so please hurry, leave me. ”

“ please don’t say you love me.”

“ wild women don’t get the blues. ”

“ i don’t know what to do without you. ”

“ i don’t think i could stand to be where you don’t see me. ”

“ i don’t smoke except for when i’m missing you. ”

“ if you need to be mean, be mean to me. ”

“ stay with me, hold my hand. ”

“ there’s no need to be brave. ”

“ i say your name in hopes you’ll hear it in the stars. ”

“ i always wanted to die clean & pretty. ”

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detransition, baby: pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from detransition, baby by torrey peters. (some have been paraphrased for accessibility.)

we might as well talk about it.

everything about being a parent feels like a secret test.

that was a thoughtless thing to blurt out.

can i ask you something directly?

you and i just come from very different places.

maybe i wasn’t that kind to you.

what is it? can’t you tell me now?

i don’t want to get my hopes up.

i want to be a milf, but a subtle milf, you know?

it’s okay to have doubts.

i don’t have doubts. i know what i want.

that sounds very dramatic. very romantic.

signs are meant to be read — be careful what you put on them.

listening to that dickbag is a form of self-harm.

all pain merits care.

depends on whether or not you can find a place for yourself.

i want to figure out how to be something to you. with you.

maybe try recognizing the chances you have.

jealousy’s like a hangover: when you’re in the midst of it you wanna die, but nobody feels sorry for you.

put the phone away. don’t look at it.

don’t go. please.

you’re the one who wasn’t here.

stop debating the philosophy of family and get to work making one.

i’d be glad if you told me everything.

i’m so happy to be here with you.

that much giggling was totally purifying.

i was a little worried how you’d take it.

it’s a dumb affair. people have them.

do you think you could give me some space for a few minutes?

don’t panic. don’t rush to fix everything.

just use a little goddamn discretion and it will be fine.

i’ll change when it’s worth it for me to change.

i can’t say i get you emotionally, but i’m trying to understand intellectually.

sometimes your body knows what your mind doesn’t.

just sleep over, okay?

i drove here. i can give you a ride.

this is humiliating, but i’m glad to see you.

will you please give me a hug?

i wanted the good parts without the hard parts.

i’ve been so afraid to call.

you can always find the politics to justify what you want.

i remember my own bullshit, thank you very much.

i’m much more culturally relevant and funny than you.

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Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

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RICHARD SIKEN / WAR OF THE FOXES Change pronouns as necessary and tweak sentences as appropriate!

I am faithful to you, darling.

When you bang on the wall you have to remember you’re on both sides of it but go ahead, yell at yourself.

Some people don’t understand anything.

He’s easy to desire since there’s not much to him.

No one wants to know what’s in his head.

To make something beautiful should be enough. It isn’t. It should be.

You’d break your heart to make it bigger.

Will you defend yourself? From me, I mean.

Let’s kill something.

I prefer to blame others, it’s easier.

All these ghosts come streaming down and I wish I had something else.

We all move forward anyway. Ripples in all directions.

What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.

All thoughts finish themselves eventually.

Can we love nature for what it really is: predatory?

When you have nothing to say, set something on fire.

I wanted to explain myself to myself in an understandable way.

Something’s not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it.

The enormity of my desire disgusts me.

Look away but I’m still there.

Want something to chase you? Run.

Take only what you need.

Never finish a war without starting another.

I’ve seen your true face: the back of your head. If you were walking away, keep walking.

The fear: that nothing survives. The greater fear: that something does.

All these things and what to do with them. We carve up the world all the time.

I like dead things. They cannot hurt me.

We like things related to our survival: soup, arrows - they expand the range of the species.

My body is a graveyard.

People like to think war means something.

Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other. We know who our enemies are. We know.

There are many loves but only one war.

You will need to comfort him, or we will never be finished with this.

You cannot have an opponent if you keep saying yes.

Its roots in the ground and its branches in the air, a tree is pulled in two directions.

The boy is a bird, bad bird. He falls out of trees.

You cannot get in the way of anyone’s path to God. You can, but it does no good.

Some say God is where we put our sorrow.

In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.

What can you know about a person?

Difficult thing, to be scrutinized so long.

Even when I look away I am still looking.

Everyone secretly wants to collaborate with the enemy, to construct a truer version of the self.

How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?

Why build a room you can live in? Why build a shed for your fears?

There wasn’t much left but it felt like him, wild and scared.

The best part of spirituality is reverence. There are other parts. Some people like to hear the sound of their own voice.

If you don’t believe in God, then who are you talking to?

But truth doesn’t count in law, only proof.

Was I discovered or invented? Feels like I’ve always been here.

Measure yourself against the truth and not the other way around.

Perfect and completely dead.

People don’t learn anything unless they are afraid of being left behind.

Logic is boring because it works. Being unreasonable is exciting.

I am your arrival, there is no refusal, we are here, you see, together, we are already here.

This is also part of the story: how the story changes. This is something I forgot to tell you.

You might like it here. I think that you might like it here.

I tell you these things because I love you.

It’s nothing like I thought it would be and closer to what I meant.

Maybe we will wake up to the silence of shoes at the foot of the bed not going anywhere.

It reminds me of where I was going without you.

You know what it’s like to be alone: gimlets and vermicide. You know what it’s like to be alive, so forgiveness.

You asked me once, What are we made of? Well, these are the things we’re made of.

I turned my ears in all directions. I’ll live alone or in between.

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else.

Your body told me in a dream it’s never been afraid of anything.

I live in big spaces, so I’m left alone in big spaces.

We made ourselves cold. We made ourselves snow. We smuggled ourselves into ourselves. Haunted by each other’s knowledge.

To hide somewhere is not surrender, it is trickery.

I try to guess your trajectory and end up telling my own story.

I surrender my desire to be healed.

Take it or leave it, and for the most part you take it.

Shame comes from vanity. Shame means you’re guilty, like the rest of us, but you think you’re better than we are. Maybe you are.

There is no new me, there is no old me, there’s just me, the same me, the whole time.

Don’t try to make a stronger wind, you’ll wear yourself out. Build a better sail.

You want to solve something? Get out of your own way.

What’s the difference between me and the world? Compartmentalisation.

I hope it’s love. I’m trying really hard to make it love.

I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary.

I’d rather quit. I’d rather be sad. It’s too much work.

I mean, maybe it’s better if my opponent wins.

What happens when I no longer want to meet you?

Nothing lasts forever: we know this.

Longing and suffering? Of course, of course. You want it to mean something.

You can disconnect it or you can try to glue it all together.

We could pull it apart, spend our whole lives pulling it apart and have no time left to do anything smart with the pieces.

The sooner you embrace it, the sooner it will leave you.

You are what you cover up.

Noise and more noise. Noise up to heaven.

One wonders why a story like this exists.

I want to give you more but not everything. You don’t need everything.

Someone has to leave first.

He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand.

All this was prepared for me. All this was set in motion long ago.

I stayed as long as I could. Now look at the moon.

What does all this love amount to?

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valentine's day application

Name: Age: Do you like to cuddle?: Can we make-out?: A night in or dinner out?: Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: What makes you a good Valentine?: Would you cook for me?: Would you let me cook for you?:

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kiss meme / @vylingas​ / 29. staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

“you should give him what he wants.” 

will’s fingers glide idly over the smooth mahogany of hannibal’s desk, brushing against the edge of his unfinished drawing. patroclus died on the battlefield, just to be inside achilles’ skin one last time. it’s a matter of record. in another circumstance he’d bring up plato and xenophon’s arguments, an almost playful rebuke, but now there’s an awful sort of wanting tugging at his stomach like he’s swallowed a fish hook. he indulges it for a moment, closing the final distance between them; the event horizon of chaos is not forgotten but deliberately abandoned, the chessboard knocked aside. will can all but taste the wine on hannibal’s breath, notes of cherry and tobacco, sees the firelight flickering in hannibal’s dark eyes as they trace intently along his high cheekbone, over the pout of his mouth. he barely has to tip his chin up for their lips to meet. in any other circumstance it would be chaste, almost tender. 

“one last supper. just us three.”

judas betrayed with a kiss. it’s a matter of record. 

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50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Send in a number and a pairing!

Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.

French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths.

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

Butterfly kisses against the other’s cheeks.

A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.

One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company.

A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.

Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.

Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear.

Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot.

Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.

An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

An awkward kiss given after a first date.

Starting with bunny kisses before moving on to soft kisses.

Cleaning the other person’s lips with a lick and a kiss.

Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

Kissing tears from the other’s face.

A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.

Kisses shared under an umbrella.

Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

A kiss pressed to the top of the head.

Tentative kisses given in the dark.

Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.

A lingering kiss before a long trip apart.

A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.

One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

Short and sweet kiss after meeting up for a date.

A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

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(either we eat God or he eats us)

Caroline Walker Bynum, “Women Mystics in the Thirteenth Century,” from Jesus as Mother: Studies in the Spirituality of the High Middle Ages (via abandonarium)

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“The Wrath of the Lamb”

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just so we're clear, saying "wow this feels like we're in north korea/afghanistan/syria/venezuela/pakistan/[insert another country in the global south]" is racist and orientalist. this is happening here, in the united states, and if you had your head out of your ass you'd know that 250 years of white supremacy and genocide and capitalism and colonial violence and imperialism have led up to this moment. the united states did not only ALLOW this to happen here, the united states created this and has been enacting fascism since it was created.

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“if you’re nice to me, i’ll be nice to you.” / @dispatched​

“is that so?”  as content as he seems here, with their strangely domestic arrangement and no mission to drive him, frank always keeps himself busy. sometimes it’s tinkering with the water system, sometimes it’s taking apart his guns, and sometimes it’s combing through will’s bookshelf. other times they keep each other occupied. he recognizes that tone, the way frank’s muscles tense incrementally under his button-down shirt and the charge in the air between them. will grins, sly and mischievous, a suggestive light dancing in his heavy-lidded eyes.

“i’m listening.” he shifts his weight on the couch, letting one hand travel idly to rest on frank’s thigh. “going to make me an offer i can’t refuse, captain?“

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frank.

“ - yeah.” 

that bit of acknowledgement comes at the end of a breathy exhale while a smile spreads wider. he’s barely audible over the sound of the water under the boat, the wind that rocks them. it feels a little like reading fucking wedding vows, baring himself open like this, in a way he swore he never would again. upon effectively killing his family, he’d sworn himself in for a lifetime of boredom, the worst type of punishment. he never wanted to settle anywhere or with anyone ever again, but – he found will, and will found him. no longer does frank feel quite so alone in the solitude of his own head. he hadn’t even known he’d felt like that until now.  

frank shifts, then, mindful of the way his weight rocks will’s boat under him, until he’s in his space. while they’re close like this, frank can see his own reflection in will’s blue eyes, in the dark centers around his pupils. he’s beautiful, like he always is, but it strikes frank how beautiful he is in the daylight and on the ocean like this. frank considers saying it out loud but he’s never been good at saying what he means out loud, so he lets his actions speak for him. a big, gloved hand cups will’s cheek – he wishes it weren’t, regardless of the cold that nips at his skin, especially while they’re on the water – and his thumb strokes over the raised edges of the scar bill had left behind. he’s beautiful with that – more so, even, in a different sort of way than bill. 

balanced on his knees on the boat, frank practically puts his weight on top of will when he leans in to kiss him. it doesn’t last long but it’s open-mouthed, full of whatever yearning that’s struck him the past few moments. when he pulls away, he maneuvers himself almost awkwardly, until he’s situated on will’s lap, long legs strewn perpendicular. it’s not terribly comfortable but frank manages to do it so he can settle without worrying he’s cutting off will’s circulation or baring too much of his weight down.

his other hand returns to cup the side of will’s throat, stroking along the bristles of his stubble there as he considers his statement, brow furrowing. 

“ – he doesn’t scare me,” a beat. “does – does that scare you? him coming after you or uh - or having to see him again?” he wants to know more, so, quieter, frank says, “if - it came down to it, i could do it for you. but i think it’d be better if you did it yourself. if it ever had to come down to it.”

the sun highlights the bridge of frank’s broken nose, the silver in his beard and most of all the soft devotion in his eyes that punches will in the gut when he looks at it directly. he smiles when frank’s gloved fingertips brush the jagged scar beneath his cheekbone, his eyes fond and thoughtful beneath heavy lids. the scarring hasn’t changed him, not the way it had changed billy russo, because he doesn’t give a damn about it. no, if anything it brought them closer together, forged whatever it is they have like some sort of crucible. maybe he should be grateful, somehow, to russo.

he isn’t. not after what he did to frank. judas died in that grove, at the moment of his betrayal. everything that happened after was  preordained, players going through the motions.

“i’m not afraid of anything he could do to me,” he says after a beat, watching the play of light off of frank’s features rather than frank himself. he can imagine all too clearly the knowing glint in hannibal’s eyes, the curl of smug disdain on his lips at the smell of gun oil and menthol cigarettes lingering on his skin. maybe frank has nothing to fear from hannibal lecter, but will’s failed to kill hannibal before, even with all the justification he’s ever needed. it would be an oversight, put generously, to not at least entertain that possibility. “but i, uh—i couldn’t kill him before. i couldn’t even send him to prison. stupid, really.”

his thumb brushes across frank’s lips, brief and affectionate, almost like an apology.

“—you want it to come down to that.” he’s not asking, because he knows. of course frank wants that. it’s loving and possessive and greedy, it’s exactly what he’d want, too. it’s what frank’s already given him. one hand rests at the small of frank’s back, just low enough to be intimate. it should be awkward, sitting like this with frank halfway in his lap, but it isn’t. “it’s okay. i think—“ he licks his lips, tasting salt air in the space between their mouths. “—i think it has to. one way or another.”

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hannibal.

    𝙱𝙾𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝚆𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙾𝚁, 𝙽𝙾𝚆.  this has never been untrue; it has always lacquered their bodies, the same way an insect can never truly be freed of its exoskeletal shell, but the shields he and will graham bear have grown undeniably thicker in the time that has passed.  more cumbersome.  there had been a time, once, when hannibal had let his fall away—when he’d turned up the visor of his helmet, removed his gauntlets.  loosened the plate at his breast.  there’d been an… intoxication… in such revelation—in exposing the delicate length of his throat to the very man who sought to crush it—but he had intended them to be equally vulnerable.  equally exposed.

    the greeks, hannibal knows, recognized the power of desire.  attributed it the destructive potential it was owed—a force as violent and mutable as the sea, capable of both great beauty and great devastation.  in indulging it, they had opened the door to possibility and ruin.

    to be seen allows you to be hunted.

    he regards will silently—does not deign to contradict his claims, but lets the silence between them speak his scathing doubt.  the corners of his mouth insinuate an upward curl.  a nearly genteel expression, were it not for the specter of conceit which graces each curve of his face, the dark intensity cast in the very depths of his eyes, beneath the veneer of detached politeness.  blatantly, his gaze, like a light beam, drops to will’s index finger and lingers there a moment, allowing the heat of his focus time to penetrate the thick glass between them.  when he drags his eyes upward again, they slide up the length of will’s figure as they go—the caged predator ogling its spectator.  roles reversed by power of will, and dignity reclaimed.

    irritation lies thorny beneath his skin, but hannibal does not permit will to perceive it—his somewhat smug indifference stretches thick and false over ungainly truth of his emotions.  his lips twitch, and he turns to pace through the cell, stilling with his shoulder toward will.  a display of disregard.    “wonder what your wife would think, if she knew your success hinged on the intellectual acuity of the chesapeake ripper.  perhaps it would mean nothing to her.  have you shared the more lurid details of your past?  or is that another of the lies of omission which pad the downy mattress of your marital bed?”

“molly’s never paid much attention to gossip.” it’s the truth, albeit weaponized, the reduction of what they’ve been to each other as gossip and both of them equally damned by it.  

there’s information out there, easy enough to read between the lines even if he’s not directly mentioned, because freddie lounds wasn’t about to let something as insignificant as a gag order keep her from the story of her life. it’s not as if molly would ever go looking for it. whatever she’s filled in from will’s silences, from the half-joking ex-somethings, from the raised edges of the scar he’d never let her touch—as far as she’s concerned that all ended in blood, years ago on hannibal’s kitchen floor. hannibal doesn’t need to know that.

“she knows i’m consulting. she knows enough.” he lets it hang for a beat, provocatively vague, the possibility she’s seen it all. will’s keenly aware of the heat of hannibal’s gaze, the way his eyes trace his silhouette; is all too aware of the way his stomach turns over inside itself like a car trying to start. he draws a thoughtful breath, unbothered by the mention of intellectual acuity. they’re far beyond that now, though he lets hannibal’s arrogant disregard chase off any vestiges of regret still clinging to him. the room smells sterile, astringent, nothing like the reek and rot of his own cell where he’d sat marinating in thoughts of revenge and righteous fury. 

he can’t conjure that kind of hate anymore. to hannibal, that might be as insulting as anything. it would be to him. he can see his own distaste mirrored back at him in the glass. 

will stuffs his hands into his pockets, chin tilting as he surveys the blank wall over hannibal’s shoulder with the same affected boredom. “it sounds like you’ve given my marital bed some thought, doctor.”

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muse survey: battle edition: bold what consistently applies, italicize situational, not always.

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fight honorably  / fight dirty  /  prefer close-quarters / prefer range /  chat during  / go silent / low pain tolerance  /  high pain tolerance / attack in bursts /  attack steadily / go for the kill  / aim to disarm / fight defensively / strike first  / provoked easily /  provoke their opponent  / tease / get visibly frustrated  / shout while attacking  / use strategy  /  focus on their battle / experience conflicting thoughts during battle /  rush in recklessly  /try to read their opponent before fighting /  fight wildly  /  fight calmly and,  or apathetically  / fight with anger /  fight with excitement / fight because they have to /  fight because they want to  /fight without regard to wounds  /  run away when wounded  / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade  / prefer a gun /  prefer to use their ability  /  prefer a bow  /  prefer a shield  /  prefer a pole arm  / prefer a personalized weapon  /  prefer magic or spells  / prefer brawling  /  their greatest weakness is physical  / their greatest weakness is mental /  their greatest weakness is emotional /  transform for battle  / fight as they appear / rely on strength /  rely on speed /  use everything they have / hide their full potential /  exhaust quickly  / high stamina  /  doubt their strength / proceed with caution  /  behave arrogantly  /  brag after landing a hit  /  belittle their abilities  / use psychological tactics/  use brute strength  / avoid civilians /  strike down civilians  /  damage surroundings / avoid damaging surroundings /  signature fighting style / making it up as they go /  mastered skillset / learning their skillset  / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork  / messy fighter  /  elegant fighter  /  accept defeat / refuse defeat  /  beg for mercy /  compliment their opponent  / insult their opponent /  use unnecessary movements  ( flips,  twirls )  / move efficiently /  barely move  / prefer to dodge / prefer to block  / defend their blindside /  has no blindside  /  use all available advantages ( ex :  use a gun but also throw punches,  kick out while blades clash,  etc. ) /  strictly use one main method  / play around / hold back / fight ruthlessly / show mercy  / wait for opponent to be ready  / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death / fear pain  / fear killing  / has PTSD /  avoid fighting  / has lost a fight /  has won a fight/ has killed / refuses to kill  / want to die standing / would succumb slowly

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[behaviorisms]

the millennium series by stieg larsson death, violence, suicide mention.  

“i’m a survivor. i do what i have to do to survive.”  

“you’ll have my support if you need it.”

“i’m just a freak, that’s all.”

“you don’t believe in god?”

“thanks for being my friend.”

“sorry. i wasn’t listening.”

“you’re going to have some serious bruises for a while.”

“that was brave but awfully stupid.”

“you look like you just woke up.”

“everyone has secrets. it’s just a matter of finding out what they are.”

“up until then, i had thought about killing myself.” 

“this is… not healthy.”

“what would you do if it was me?”

“i think you’re awake.”  

“would you like company?”

“i’m not a child any more.”

“if your questions piss me off, i won’t answer.” 

“everyone has to have something to believe in.”

“fuck you too. need help?”

“i’m going to kill you!”

“a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, and all that crap.”

“you have to concentrate on getting well.”

“usually it’s other people who don’t give a shit about me.”

“you look like a car crash.”  

“why don’t you want to talk to the police?”

“i can keep a secret, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“you’ve been hurt and had surgery.”

“i need somebody to tell me if i’m doing anything stupid.”

“they’ll twist what i say and use it against me.”

“what kind of weapon is it?”

“what i’m thinking of asking you is unethical and it might be illegal. but morally, it’s the right thing to do.”

“no bones broken?”  

“i wasn’t going to let that motherfucker kill you.”

“go home and get some sleep.”

“if you’re nice to me, i’ll be nice to you.”

“that was a serious mistake.”

“don’t ever do anything for nothing.”    

“that’s not a detail, it’s a whole novel.”

“you’ve had an operation and you’re in the intensive care unit.”

“am i being arrested?”

“you don’t give a shit about other people.”

“i thought you’d died.”