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been distracted because i’m back at school and have had 12 hour days for residential training - i’ve also learned that i lack a green thumb. i managed to kill (? ? ? ? ) my aloe plant in less than two weeks. 

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untethered by absolution we are fugitives from our temples / exiles from our bodies. there is nothing left to surrender, but to surrender what is holy in us.

Yves Olade, from “Hunter’s Moon,” bloodsport (via lifeinpoetry)

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MUSE AESTHETICS : LYRICS EDITION

Bold what applies to your muse, repost, don’t reblog!

Tagged by : thank you, @leonherz ! Tagging : everyone who hasn’t done this! : )

to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die. | under a bus, with my fingers crossed. | it feels like nothing matters in our private universe. | take me, i’m yours. | i’ll be a rock and rollin’ bitch for you. | you want the real story? you shouldn’t ask me. | i’m so drunk, i don’t mind if you kill me. | i don’t pretend to know what you want, but i offer love. | you’re so mean, baby! | she will have her way. | i’m bored; come on, let’s get high! | why don’t you walk away? | where i go, there’ll be no kind welcome. | into temptation, right where you belong. | we’re still outsiders. | i never feel pain, won’t you hit me again? | oh, i just don’t know where to begin. | practically all is nearly forgiven. | black words slipping off my tongue. | couldn’t it be easy to believe? | you are afraid of me; that’s why you’re so unkind. | sinner; i have never learned. | desolate in anger and safe in isolation. | do you feel the pressure? | i wanna be forgiven. | spare us the theatrics and the verbal gymnastics. | how i needed you when i needed you. | history has been cruel. | do you see what i see? | is there anybody in there? | i’d beg for some forgiveness, but begging’s not my business. | we may never meet again, so shed your skin and let’s get started. | every day i love you less and less. | there’s nothing that you love that i’ll ever miss.

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Shingeki no Kyojin - Season 2 - Episode 5 (Ep.30)

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           THE  WORDS  DO  MUCH  MORE  THAN  JUST  UNSETTLE . They  make  him  halt.  Smile  knocking  off  into  a  expression  akin  to  a  frown;  Reiner  has  been  playing  this  game  since  BIRTH.  Been  moulded  into  the  perfect  warrior  from  birth,  then  the  soldier  at  the  training  grounds.  To  be  himself  was  to  promote  death,  &  he  could  only  be  the  EPITOME  of  it  all.  His  back  turns  rigid,  eye  contact  lost  in  a  matter  of  seconds.  (  Would  now  be  an  acceptable  time  to  salute  ?  )  His  immediate  facade  has   been  stomped  on,  but  the  Warrior  does  not  need  to  change  completely  ;  he  can’t  afford  to  loose  the  memory  once  more,  not  when  remembering  it  could  lead  to  the  TRUTH. 

“     Yeah…  Probably  ain’t  the  time  nor  place  for  a  soldier  to  be  informal,  Sir.     ”

 Expression  remains  grim  as  he  waits  for  his  next  order,  pliant  with  nature.  His  minds  still  whirring,  of  course.  But  it’s  with  grand  reason  he  waits.  Surviving  would  never  have  been  just  a  pure  luck  incident,  but,  of  course,  there  were  other  things  that  had  benefited  in  Reiners  power.  Ranking  2nd  ONLY  under  the  prodigy  known  as  Mikasa  Ackerman  proved  he  must  also  have  some  sort  of  exceptional  strength.  He’s  unsure  of  what  the  commander  knows,  &  making  sure  the  man  stays  under  his  game  will  prove  to  be  more  than  tricky…  But  he’s  willing  to  give  it  a  shot.  

 “     What  do  you  know  so  far,  Commander?     ”   The  prompt  of  where  he  should  begin  /  the  wonder  of  what  he’s  got  to  work  with  spills  softly  from  his  lips,  determination  plastered  upon  his  face.  

before  the  younger  man  had  made  his  entrance,  absent  notes  had  found  themselves  inked into the margins  of  proposals  &  reports  &  contracts to be signed  — since company  made  his  appearance  the  commander  had  ceased  to  write  (  of  course  ) ,  but  the  pen  lingers  between  his  fingers,  rolling  back  &   forth  &  back  &  forth  without  thought  as  he  considers  the  fast  transformation  of  soldier’s  features  from  sculpted  amicability to professional sternness  that  was  familiar  (  fitting )  to  one  who  has  seen  war   —  the  commander’s  own  experience  would  deem  the  changed  expression performative,  something  born  out  of necessity;  though  such  may  not  constitute  the  whole  truth .  .  . it  is   certainly  enough  to  make  one  think.   THINK  :  there  are  those  whose  nerves  command  them  to  act unnaturally when  confronted  with  authoritative  rank  — yet,  his  impression (  though  limited  )  of  the  other  did  not  name braun  as  one  of  those  nervous  few  . . .

then  WHAT  is  your  motive  ?  certainly,  you  have  no  obvious  reason  to  be  on  guard. this  interrogation does not  cast  you  under suspicious  - though  that  can  change.   he  sets  the  pen  down, folds  his  hands  atop  the  desk.

               “    no. it  is  not. that  being  said — do  feel  free  to  have  a  seat,  have  a  glass  of  water . . . forgive  me,  soldier,  for  having  been  vague.  i  am  not  asking  you  to  fill  in  the  blanks  and  the  details  of  what  i  know. i  am  collecting  your  account  &  your  personal  testimony  as to  recent  events. “

the  apology  is  ritual;  he made no mistakes   — he   knows  that,  &  such  knowledge only  serves  to  make  the conversation  even  more curious.

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      gotta remember that the whodunnit may not be as important in our story… you need to figure that it’s a horror story, that someone might die at every turn. you have to care if the smokin’ hot lit teacher seems a little too interested in his female students. you have to care if the team wins the big game. you have to care if the smart, pretty girl forgives the dumb jock.

                             sounds like friday night lights.

      exactly. you root for them, you love them, so when they are brutally murdered… IT HURTS.

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i understand i epitomize sporadic activity omg, but i’m . . . chilling. also i’m starting the move back to ny tomorrow. drafts are coming. theoretically metas, too, but i’m chilling. either way, i have things drafted & i’m thinking about them! hope everyone is well!

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» Shingeki no Kyojin • one gifset per character «

Erwin Smith「 エルヴィン・スミス 」“If you begin to regret, you’ll dull your future decisions and let others make your choices for you. All that’s left for you then is to die. Nobody can foretell the outcome. Each decision you make holds meaning only by affecting your next decision.”

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Mikasa!

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&. / leonherz

     ♘.┋ CAREFUL NOW, A VOICE MUTTERS SHARPLY; increased stress staining palms with sweat, heart beating heavily. Behold, this weapon was keen to strike; behold watch its muscles working beneath layers of skin, how defined arms grew stiff under passive pressure. – expressions blank still, inert drift of eyes avoiding direct eye contact. THEY SAID: never counter the glare of a predator for you will not be able to see what their HANDS do in the meantime. Plus those deemed weak should never hope to STAND TALL in the presence of someone oh so powerful. – cue the crease of her brow, the shift of posture when hands clasped behind straightened back; usually slouching shoulders a mere memory. Oh, alerted & TENSE; weapon dismissing commonplace urge to make oneself small whilst conditioned mind already sped through strategies & murder.

             She wonders: if one were to engage & break rib cage’s last few ribs, how long would LION need to counter, how long ‘til splinters of bones would pierce vital organs, how long ‘til crimson would squirt out of agape mouth, dripping down bruised lips to stain donned shirt whilst lungs would collapse & throat grow dry? How long ‘til he blacked out? How long ‘til he would perish, suffocated by own blood? Ah, Annie you already know how effective a sweeping kick would be, how easily skeletal structure would yield under the impact of an unbent limb. – SMITH’s corpse would be heavy & ungainly, most likely hard to drag & difficult to hide. Approximately 180 centimeter or more featuring a weight most likely almost doubling husk’s own … her father’s size, if she recalled correctly. She wonders once more: would COMMANDER’s leg snap as abruptly as his? 

            “– depends on the situation.”

             Practiced reply, stark & stoic. Languidly drawn, tone of voice matching the indifference readable on grim features. – WEAK ONE was an expert in the art of calculating & judging, grasped a scenario quicker than most thus making one versatile. Pray tell, LION why do you pry? Papers speaking of scrawny / LOST LOST LOST girl’s talents; final graduation akin to a noose around torn mind’s figurative neck. – she holds her breath for a blink, a second & eventually a moment; waging options, waging scenarios whilst TITAN BLOOD began to boil in anticipation. Could not two play this game of CALL & RESPONSE? Could not two indulge in playing dumb for the sake of avoiding exposing inner workings? Annie, oh Annie, play your part. Slow & dull girl (’weapons don’t think’), possessing no mind of her own.

         “…I excel at combat, sir.”

atmospheric  change   comes  with  fast-moving  instinct. NOTICE,  NOTICE whispering  telltale  signs  of  change.  she  has  made  herself   as   non-threatening  as  possible.   necessity,  experience,  suspicion  all bring  him  to  question  the  intentionality behind  such  posture  & behind  the  evasiveness  of  her  communication. he  finds  nothing  condemning  in  the  failure  to  maintain  eye  contact,  but  it  begins  to  hint  at details  of  character  —  after  all,   if  that  character  should  be  as  intentional  as  her  stance,   then  perhaps  evasive  gaze  creates  a  bold  structure  of  DISRESPECT.  if  it  be  disrespect  for  his  ( what ? what element of him  &  the  faction  he leads  ? ),  then  he  does  not  take it  to  be offensive. still,  however,  it  does  bring   awareness  to  level  up.  one  step,  two.  wasn’t  this  a  matter  of  procedure ? not  anymore.  

her  file  rests  next  to  him  on  oak  surface,  &  while  he acknowledges  that  the  information  obtained  from  recorded  observation  of  her  training  contains  a  certain  emptiness  — it’s  something. it  speaks  of  style.  of  strengths  &  weaknesses  & how  resourceful she  might  be.  the  description  in  her file  does   support  the  suspicion  that  intentionality may  be  integral to her  being.  if  his  suspicious  nature  finds  itself  validated  in  this  way,  then remember,  annie : YOU  THINK  OF  HIM  AS  MEAT, but  you  know  so  little  of  him.  combative  style  &  physical  endurance  evades  popular  attention  now  that  his  accomplishments  manifest  themselves  most  within  decisions  made  from  behind  his  desk.  

but  he  does  have  his  limits,  as  all  men  do  ——  HOW  LONG  would  he  need  to counter ? HOW  LONG  would  it  take for  his  physicality  to  collapse  ? the  answer  is  obvious  :   it  would  take  as  long  as  it  would  take  any  other  man. mostly.  his  frame  is  built  by  the  indifferent  hands  of  mortality,  of  course,  but  adrenaline  courses  easily  with  his  veins  ( produced  by  a  sheer force  of  determination,  ambition,  drive,  call  it  what  you  will  — ).  ADRENALINE  accomplishes  inhuman  feats  &  although  they  may  be  unevenly  matched  in  some  regards  . . .  to  reduce  him  to   meat   is  no  easy  feat.

indeed,  this  is  not  a dialogue  between  predator  &  prey.

          “ so  you  consider  yourself  poor  at  analyzing  some  situations ?  what’s  your  read  of  this  meeting,  might  i  ask ? “

he  pauses, laughs   to  himself  soundlessly  with  one  forceful  breath — she  speaks  &  the  illusion  of   her  being  a  non-threat  remains  ever  present.   s u s p i c i o u s  though  he  may  be  . . .   conclusions  based  upon  this  interview  cannot  /   should  not  be  definitive.   NONE  OF  THIS  IS  CONCRETE.

          “  i see . . . why  is  that ?   ”

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Planning the revolution-win

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                           INDEPENDENT  AND  PRIVATE  MULTIMUSE  PORTRAYED  BY  CHARLES                            FEATURING JOHN MURPHY, HANNIBAL LECTER, AND CEDRIC DIGGORY.

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muse aesthetics: horror edition.

you know how it goes, fam! repost, don’t reblog / bold whatever applies / tag however many people you want / feel free to add stuff in any category, too!

tagged by: @dealkept​   &   @leonherz​ 

tagging:  i keep answering these things 50 years late, so i never know who has already done them. tagging anyone who thinks green tea is refreshing!

gothic horror. gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. spiders. books.

classic horror. black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. transatlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. alcohol in glass decanters. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. dark alleys. empty streets. driving at night. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the american south. the american northeast. england. analog cameras.

slashers. bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. suburbia. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. household objects turned into improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. character masks. scrunchies. queerness. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion.california. the american midwest. ambulances.

paranormal horror. malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. mausoleums. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at something you can’t see. black ooze. old photographs. faces you can swear you’ve seen before but can’t for the life of you figure out where. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

cryptid & urban legend horror. aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw-marks. bite-marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. abandoned houses. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking / backpacking.

thrillers. daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. asylums. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms with nobody inside them. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots.

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&. / disscciative

          “       Something  the  matter,  commander?     ”  Smile  bleeds  through  a  false  facade  where  the  boy  steps  in, taking  a  moment  to  gander  the  simple  quarters  he  occupied  in  for  the  time  being.  The  battle  against  the  female  titan,  Annie,  had  seemingly  raised  the  Survey  Corps  on  higher  alert,  making  the  higher  ups  more  sceptical  upon  who  in  fact  could  be  trusted  within  their  ranks.  Something  to  which  would  be  suspected  from  one  as  nefarious  as  himself.  He’s  an  oddity  in  their  prior  battle,  but  he  has  a  story  entailed.  A  story  filled  with  corruptions  &  lies             Armin  had  gained  a  head  injury,  Jean  was  still  struck  with  grief             their  stories  had  to  be  mismatched  in  tow,  letting  the  “VICTIM”  share  his  explanation  instead.  “     You  look  awfully…  troubled.     ”

routine  confidence  radiates   from  the  youth.  strong  build,  solid  stance,  &  combative smile.  a  champion  of  a  soldier,  surely . . . it  matters  little  to  him.  charisma  does  not  construct  a  worthy  character;  he  knows,  thinks  the  statement  true  of  his  own  character. (  a charismatic command ? a  command  of  integrity ?  are  you  sure ?  )

—— the  female  titan  is  not  the  cause  of  alert  /  suspicion  /  distrust  racing  in  his  veins . . .   NO.  this  has  been  coming.  he  knows  it,  &   he  is  not  alone  in  his  anticipation . . .  but  it  is  only  now  that  they  can truly  be  pushed  into  action.  age  &  experience  has  made  him  familiar  with  the  turns  &  tricks  of  the  maze   :   corruption.   &  so  he will  hear  your  story   (   &   he  will  probably  think  little  of  it   —— REINER  BRAUN,  you  are  not  formally  under  suspicion  yet, after  all.    H O W E V E R ,  you  should  be  dead.  the  mortality  rates  that  followed  the  trail  of  the  giant  is  enough  testimony  to  that.  

but  it  is  interesting  ——  that  the  soldier  should  turn  a  report  into  a colloquial  &  familiar affair.  ( HE LOOKS TROUBLED ? ) altogether a bizarre decision. unperturbed  is  his  tone  as  he  replies  with  marble  features.  still,  some  amusement  does  twist  at  his  for  the  nature  of  his  coming  correction.

          “ —— not  that  comfortable, soldier.    “  

          YOU  ARE  BOLD.

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be greedy about breathing… be / greedy about breathing…

Cynthia Manick, from “Notes Toward a Poem on Self-Care…” published in Foundry (via lifeinpoetry)

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