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i’m temporarily moving trini to my multi @fugacios.    this isn’t due to lack of muse,    because trini is my number one,    but right now,    i can’t handle multiple blogs,    so it just makes more sense to move her there.    once i get more energy i’ll probably end up moving her to a new single blog,    but until then,    she’s over there.

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the thing is, if you just do stuff and nothing happens, what’s it all mean? / from kim

you’re no good when it comes to conversations like this.    really,    you’re no good when it comes to any conversation,     but especially not those that involve anything serious——      anything outside the realm of cars or art or,    occasionally,    beating people up.    this much is obvious when you don’t immediately reply,    chewing on your bottom lip,    searching desperately for something to say.    a brief panic washes over you when nothing comes to you right away,     but you’re able to brush it off,    because this is kimberly.    she knows you suck at talking.

“     it means you...      —— tried.    i guess.     ”     shrug gives away your uncertainty,    because you don’t know the right answer.    it feels like you never do,    always doing the wrong thing,    saying the wrong thing.     (     it got billy killed once,     got your mother to hate you.    )     “     why?    what do you want to happen?    ”

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hi i love @destabilizes

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wanlidas·.

her glare is matched with a goofy grin,     because her response is exactly what you expected.       ❝    it can’t all fall on me.    i’m makin’ all the plays but you’re not doin’ anything to help.    ❞      what you’re saying:      she has to put herself out there too.       but you understand why she’s hesitant,     you only hope that now that she’s out on her own and away from her family,      she might actually give herself the chance.     hands hold up in defense.      ❝   you get to spend quality time with me tonight whether or not we go to the party.      so it’s either deal with me ALONE,     or with a bunch of other people,    ❞       you warn.     you’d be just as happy spending a quiet night here with her,      but you want to keep trying to get her more comfortable with other people.    you can’t always be here,    and you wouldn’t tell her this,     but you worry about her      (     you’re afraid that even in this new world of college,      she will still only shut herself off to everyone,     and you don’t want that for her.       it didn’t work for yourself.     )    smile grows wider as her arm hooks with yours,   despite the sigh it comes with.       ❝   no more frat boys.    i know you think i live to torture you,     but i’m a better dude than you give me credit for.    ❞       you offer a shrug of your shoulders as you lead her out the door,    looking back down at her with a grin.     ❝   met this guy earlier,      he’s an art major.    said they throw really cool parties where they just throw paint at crap.      sounds like the perfect place to channel that anger   —-   yeah?    ❞ 

he’s got a point.    in fact,    you do the polar opposite of help,    usually closing yourself off entirely,    driving other girls away both because of your parents and because of kimberly.    (    you don’t pity yourself for it,   either;     you’re comfortable with being alone,     with never having to experience heartbreak.     )      “     maybe you just don’t know my type.     which means it’s still on you.    ”     you’re not sure whether what he’s said is supposed to be effective or not,     because you really would prefer spending time with only him if the alternative is a bunch of strangers,    but maybe it won’t kill you to try it.    you’re about ninety-eight percent sure you’ll regret it entirely by the end of the night,    when you’re overwhelmed by the amount of people around,    but for now,    you’ll ignore it.    not because you think you need the exposure,    because you don’t,     but because you think that he might.     like maybe it’s easier for him to surround himself with a crowd of people so he could forget the pain of losing his mother.    or,   distract himself from it,    at least.     you could be wrong,    but if you’re not,    you want to help;    because as much as you complain about zack,     he is your best friend.    you’d do anything for him,    even if it means completely torturing yourself in the process.    “     that doesn’t sound so bad.     ”     you admit,    because anything sounds better than a bunch of frat guys coming up to you in hopes of getting laid.     “     is he hot?     the art major.     ”      you’re asking for him,    not you.     obviously.

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Who’s in?

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hiatus.

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vastaeta·.

❝       i think you OWE him a coke.      ❞        

STARTER CALL    :    ACCEPTING.    *  @sabortooths.

“     i think i owe him a punch in the face.     ”

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crimeinal.

his  fear  of  rejection,    eradicated  by  her  smile,    is  replaced  with  something  joyous:  laughter  skating  across  his  tongue.  her  delight  mirrors  what  he’d  felt  back  when  he  was  young  and  tragic;  just  a  child,    but  ruthless,    bewitched  by  this  lifestyle.    his  heart  had  faltered  when  he’d  filched  his  first  car  —-  the  growl  of  an  engine  harmonizing  with  tires  squealing  against  a  blacktop.    a  feeling  of  pure  ecstasy;  just  the  ghost  of its  memory  ignites  his  chest.    he  retrieves  the  keys  from  his  pocket,  thumbs  along  the  jagged  tooth,    still  beaming.    “    i  can  do  you  one  better  –  it’s  yours.  i  can  get  it  painted  if  silver’s  not  your  thing,    and  any  modifications  y’want,    you  just  need  to  tell  me,    and  i’ll  get  ‘em.  the  paperwork’s  flawless,    and  i’ll  handle  the  insurance—-    ”    without  awaiting  an  answer,    he’s  tossing  the  keys  towards  her.    “    and  you  can  take  me  for  a  ride.  sound  like  a  deal?    ”

“     no.     ”      disbelief drives her tone,    though a tinge of awe still remains.    the idea of owning an old charger      ——       one that she doesn’t have to spend extra money fixing      ——        thrills her to no end,     but she’s hesitant to accept the offer.    so far,    she’s worked for everything she has herself;     it took years of saving from summer jobs to get her motorcycle,      both because her mother refused to help,    and because she wanted to know she did it on her own.    she can’t just take a car,    especially one like this.      but the thought is tempting,    a request for a stinger yellow paint job on the tip of her tongue.       “     i ——       can’t.    no.     ”

the keys dangle in her hand,     heart still thrumming with excitement despite the rejection.        “      but i’m driving it.     ”        obviously,    she wouldn’t turn down that opportunity.     she’s already moving to the driver door,    lowering herself into the car.     the interior’s much different than her dad’s van or jason’s truck;     the steering wheel thinner,     seats leather,    rather than the suede she’s used to.    something she’s only seen from the outside of windows at a car show.     key turns in the ignition,    engine roaring to life,    and for just a moment,     she’s able to forget all the bad in her life:     her mother,    her father,    rita’s attack,    billy’s death,     all of it becomes nothing more than a distant memory,    out of reach.      “     holy shit.    ”

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swordlesbianopinions‌:

that lesbian feel when ur like ‘i want a gf!!’ but then u like actually have a crush and youre like I Would Rather Duel To The Death With The Grim Reaper Herself Than Admit I Have Feelings Of Any Kind At All Ever

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*signing prompts

a collection of prompts featuring sign language. 

❪ i missed you. ❫

❪ how was your day? ❫

❪ i have an idea. ❫ 

❪ i can go. ❫ 

❪ it’s real, you know? ❫

❪ i love you, too. ❫

❪ i’m right here. ❫ 

❪ you’re a good person. ❫ 

❪ can i hug you? ❫

❪ i could cry. ❫

❪ do you know how much i love you? ❫

❪ you’re you. that should be enough. ❫

❪ i trusted them. ❫

❪ you had us worried. ❫

❪ if you ever pull a stunt like that again – ❫

❪ can i borrow this? ❫

❪ we should go. ❫

❪ can we talk? ❫

❪ what did you imagine? ❫

❪ was it a nice dream? ❫

❪ what’s up? ❫ 

❪ i did it. ❫

❪ where were you? ❫

❪ i don’t remember. ❫

❪ i’m not angry. i’m disappointed. ❫ 

❪ it’s alright. ❫

❪ everyone pretends. ❫

❪ it reminded me of you. ❫

❪ you should take care of you. ❫

❪ i was lost. ❫

❪ it happens. ❫

❪ hey. ❫

❪ what do you feel? ❫  

❪ hold my hand. ❫

❪ is that blood? ❫

❪ you’re bleeding. ❫

❪ run. ❫

❪ sorry. ❫

❪ are they gone? ❫

❪ does it hurt? ❫ 

❪ don’t go anywhere. i’ll be right back. ❫

❪ take it easy. ❫

❪ what are you doing out of bed? ❫

❪ how do you feel? ❫

❪ would i lie to you? ❫ 

❪ i don’t like to talk about it. ❫

❪ i didn’t know. ❫ 

❪ you’re wrong. ❫

❪ it was my choice. ❫

❪ what are you thinking about? ❫

❪ can you walk? ❫

❪ this is going to hurt. ❫

❪ you’re safe now. ❫

❪ i was worried. ❫

❪ i’m okay. ❫

❪ i’m scared. ❫

❪ i don’t know how i feel. ❫

❪ i was messed up. i didn’t mean any of that. ❫

❪ can you stay? ❫

❪ i needed that. ❫

❪ time for bed. ❫

❪ it’s getting late. ❫

❪ don’t go. ❫

❪ are you sick? ❫

❪ you’re burning up. ❫

❪ promise. ❫

❪ thank you. ❫

❪ see you later. ❫

❪ i’m a survivor. ❫

❪ i don’t lose. ❫

❪ i don’t care. ❫

❪ fuck you. ❫ 

❪ unbelievable. ❫ 

❪ asshole. ❫ 

❪ shit. ❫ 

❪ yes. ❫

❪ no. ❫

❪ friends? ❫

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five little rangers. how cute.

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valiently‌.

“      depends  on  the  creature.    ”    echoes  of  his  father  carry  on  each  word,    and  dean’s  chest  aches  at  the  recollections  pricking  like  barbed  wire  at  his  mind.  he  was  so  much  younger  than  her  when  the  roles  were  reversed,    when  john  sat  marked  by  slaughter  and  stinking  of  alcohol,    his  eyes  tired,    void  of  light.  there’s  a  visceral  fear  that  he  mimics  him  in  more  than  just  sound;    a  palpable  fear  that  manifests  a  tremor  in  his  hands,    forcing  the  needle  from  his  fingers.  nails  dig  into  the  meat  of  his  leg;    his  tongue  feels  bone-dry  and  thirsts  for  a  splash  of  whiskey.

“    sometimes,    there’s  just  …  nothing  you  can  do.    ”    his  tone  is  much  smaller,    but  strong  enough  to  not  betray  his  musings.    “    a  leviathan’s  blood,    once  it  entered  your  system,    would  cause  a  reaction  that’d  make  your  blood  turn  black,    destroying  you  from  the  inside.  death  was  instantaneous  –  but  not  painless.    ”    the  sharp  face  of  dick  roman,    his  gleaming  smile,    is  a  memory  that  burns  like  acid.    “    they’re  all  in  purgatory  now,    though,    thank  fuck.    ”    his  resilience  is  waning;  the  dryness  of  his  mouth  seems  to  mutate  to  fire,    and  he  quells  it  with  a  sip  from  the  bottle,    dark  liquid  sloshing  down  his  throat.    “    some  creatures  like  wraiths  and  the  djinn  can  inject  you  with  mind-altering  chemicals.  wraiths  affect  your  dopamine  levels,    and  essentially  drive  you  to  madness—-    it  disappears  after  the  wraith  dies,    though  that’s  the  only  cure  i  know  of.  the  djinn  do  something  similar–  pump  you  full  of  poison  that’ll  put  you  in  a  coma,    into  a  dream-world  where  your  biggest  fantasy  comes  true.  it  can  wear  off  naturally,    but  a  group  of  hunters  did  develop  a  serum  to  counteract  it,    made  from  middle-east  herbs,    blood  of  a  lamb  sacrificed  in  certain  rituals  …    ”    the  cut-off  is  abrupt;    the  smile  he  offers  is  near-sheepish.    “    i  sound  like  my  brother.    he  never  knew  how  to  shut  up  when  talking  about  this  stuff.    ”

she doesn’t like the helplessness that comes with his answer.     for a moment,    all she can remember is billy,    his body cold and lifeless,    soaked in the water he drowned in;     she can remember how she felt that night.    the guilt,    the fear,    powerlessness.     rita may be gone,    but the knowledge that other things exist,    things that could easily kill her friends,    has fear snaking it’s hand around her heart.     trini’s not worried about getting poisoned herself;    it’s the images of her friends dying that quickens her pulse,    curls the corners of her mouth downward.    losing billy again,    or jason,   or kimberly,    or zack ——

blunt nails dig into her thigh,    to remind her that it’s just her imagination.    they’re all okay.

“     that doesn’t sound so bad.    just dreaming.     ”       she’s almost curious to know what she’d see,    though she has a pretty good idea.    a world where her mother isn’t constantly disappointed,    where her father’s work didn’t unintentionally create a barrier between them,     where she could tell kimberly how she feels without choking on her words or changing the subject,      where zack’s mother got better ——      that’s when she realizes that maybe waking up is the bad part.      “     you don’t have to shut up.     it’s cool.     you shouldn’t...     be embarrassed.    to know a lot.    ”      like when billy goes on and on about something that none of the others understand,    or when she starts talking about the mechanics of a car.      “     it’s cool.    ”

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trini’s relationship with her dad is going to get fixed when she’s older but her relationship with her mom will always be... not good

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@wanlidas·.

❝   she pushed you off a cliff with love,   ❞       you correct,     teasing grin on your features as you point back at her.       

maybe it wasn’t love,    but you believe so anyway.     that’s how you feel now,    even looking back on your first days together.      you hardly knew them back then,     yet thinking of how easy and how fast it was for you to call them your family,     you don’t like to believe that anything between all of you was less than that:    love,    care,    compassion.     you’d give your life for them in a heartbeat   —-    each and every one of them,    no hesitation and no question.     you’d trade places with them.     you know that billy felt the same,     that he would have been content knowing that it was only him to go.     you didn’t know it back then,    but these people would change your life.    they would change YOU and everything you ever knew about yourself.    you’re not the cold,  distant,   careless guy you used to paint yourself as   —-   you’re someone who would give everything you have just to see these people smile.     especially her. 

❝   and you don’t blame her for that,     do ya?       she just wanted you to be part of the team.    ❞        you all did.       you felt it back then too,     that if she didn’t agree to go along with all of you on any of this,     you wouldn’t have the strength you do with everyone included now.      you need her.     all of them,    they’re too valuable to lose   —–     if you really lost billy,    you’d all fall apart.     it’s a comforting thought,    despite how scary it is too,     because that means that you really are worth something,    and that fuels you to keep being better     (     for them,    for your mom,     for you.    )       ❝    i don’t believe it for a second,     yenno.      i think i’m her favorite.   ❞       proud smile grows over your features,     but the look in your eyes tells her that you don’t truly believe that,     and that’s okay.     you’ve spent most of your time getting to know trini,    because you’ve always felt a closer connection to her.     she’s comfortable for you.    

as soon as she hits you,     you scoff dramatically,     moving your hand to hold over the area.      ❝    damn,    crazy girl,     you forget that you’re the strongest,   ❞        you taunt,     and maybe that’s not true,    or maybe it is.     in your eyes,    she has more strength than just physical.    it’s emotional,    too.     you see it in her everyday   —-    she’s here because she keeps fighting,     and you want to give her credit for that.  

“     she didn’t even know my name.    ”       not that you gave many people the opportunity to find out.    the only time your name had ever been called around her was the first day of bio during attendance,    your name in the middle of the others,    easy to forget.     you hadn’t even bothered to correct the teacher until after class,     because the thought of calling out trini in front of all the others nearly paralyzed you with anxiety.    and you managed to slip beneath the radar after that,    like you always have,    invisible amongst the crowd.    except to zack,    apparently.    he’s the only one that bothered to find out your name.

which was weird.     before him,   nobody really cared enough to do that.

being included was another weird thing for you.     having them all chase after you that monday after the trainwreck,    all insisting that you talk to them,    figure everything out together.     you’d assumed it was out of pity at first.     that they were only bothered because you’d been there,   too,    the night of the explosion,     because they felt obligated to ask you to come with them to figure things out,     that they’d just shrug it off and forget all about you after you declined.    instead,    you got dragged into the revine,    and you became a part of them,    whether you initially wanted to be or not.

“     billy’s probably her favorite,    actually.     ”       he’s probably all of your favorites,    or close to it.    whether that’s because he’s the one that brought you all together,    or because he literally died for you   (   because of you   ),      you’re not exactly sure.     or maybe it’s just because he’s billy.     

for a moment,    you almost consider hitting him again,    but harder,    just to watch him dramatically complain,    but you keep your hands to yourself,    bunching the cuffs of your sleeves in your hands instead.     “     shut up.    it was just a slap.    you’ll live.    unfortunately.     ”

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wanlidas·.

you know she likes to be alone,     and you understand it too.     you have always been the kind of person who likes the silence that your own head can provide   —–    even in a place filled with other people,     sometimes it’s still easier to be by yourself and to do your own thing.      but you never mind when it’s one of the rangers by your side,    especially her.     you’re not shy,     and you have no problem meeting new people   ——    but you’re good at pretending.     that doesn’t really matter you.    it’s HER who does,    and you’re here because you think it will be easier for her to break out of her shell if she has someone like you around,     unafraid of making a fool out of yourself just to break through a crowd.      ❝   and everyone would think it’s adorable,   ❞      you quickly insist,     smile spreading wide over your features.       ❝  me,   on the other hand,    i’d be a GREAT wingman.   ❞       because you’d talk her up for hours.     brows furrow and you scoff,    head shaking.      ❝   you DON’T want to meet girls?     i thought that’s what i was here for.    ❞       it’s a joke,     because really,    you just wanted an excuse to hang out with her,    but now you’re curious.     but after knowing her for a while,    you’re well aware of when and when not to PUSH,    so you don’t.     ❝   jokes on you,    crazy girl.     your look works for you,   ❞       you taunt,     arm held out to insist she grabs it.    

a glare is cast his way,    without a word,    because he should know the last thing you want to be is considered adorable.     you’re already dreading the night ahead of you,    despite knowing he’ll be by your side the entire time   ( he better be,   anyway,    if he’s so dead set on dragging you along. )      “     you say that,    yet i’ve been single the entire time i’ve known you.     not so great,    are you?      ”      you know that’s entirely on you,    not him;     you’re the one that turns everyone away,    whether verbally or with an unwelcoming stare,    too focused on a girl you don’t stand a chance with to give anyone else even a second of consideration.    “     nope.    so maybe you should leave.     ”     yet you’re already getting up from your seat to reach for his arm,    hooking yours around it,    though you make sure to give an eye roll and a heavy sigh to let him know you don’t want to do this.    “     where is this thing again?    i’m not spending another party surrounded by frat boys,     so if it’s that,    i’m out.    ”     really,    you’re just looking for any reason not to go,    because anywhere surrounded by loud,   drunk people that you don’t really care to know isn’t exactly your scene,    but deep down,     you know he’s right.     you should at least attempt to socialize,    because you can’t just avoid people your entire life,    no matter how much you wish you could. 

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valiently·.

“      little  late  for  practice,    isn’t  it.    ”    its  delivery  is  flat,    lacking  the  inflection  of  a  question:  in  its  place  is  something  with  harsh  edges,    feigned  acidity  usually  reserved  for  initiates.  his  voice  is  like  shattering  glass  in  the  empty  space  of  the  arena;  his  footfalls  thunder  as  they  echo  against  concrete.  he  pauses  two  feet  from  her,    brow  arched,    eyes  severe;  they  shift  from  trini  to  the  row  of  punching  bags  in  a  sweeping  gaze.    “    want  a  living  target  to  go  against?    ”    /    @sabortooths

“    maybe i’m dedicated.    ”     maybe.    or maybe she still finds it a little too difficult to fall asleep sometimes,    leaving her with little choice than to exhaust herself to sleep.    training,   she’s found,   works best;    it offers far more benefits than letting her mind run until her eyelids become too heavy to stay open any longer.     her hands reach out to steady the bag before her,    still swinging from her last hit.     she stops to consider it for a moment,    her breath beginning to steady,     before she finally offers a hint of a shrug,    moving to a more open space.    “    sure.     ”

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don’t reblog. i’ll make a detailed headcanon about this eventually, but here’s all the places trini’s lived in her life:

inglewood, california.    ages 0 -  10

phoenix, arizona.    ages 10 - 14.

honolulu, hawaii.    ages 14 - 15.

dallas, texas.      ages 15 - 16.

angel grove, california.    ages 16 - present.