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anyway if you fuck with n*zis / hydra / kl*nsmen / racists you might as well not with fuck me or my blog. i dont want that shit around here. by putting it in your muse and on your site, you’re giving that sort of system a platform. there’s no if, ands, or buts about it. don’t put n*zis on the dash, don’t write them, and don’t give them a platform or any exposure . 

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jesslynshepard:

friend: can i send you this meme / turn this into a thread? me:

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tentative plotting/starter call?

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as of right now, here’s where you can find me. 

@loverscorned​

active.

Lila West. 

Freelance artist and self-appointed pain in the ass with severe boundary issues.

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semi-active.

Anna Clayton.

Criminal defense attorney… Aka British (!) Lois Lane with just a dash of trauma-related masochisim and paranoia.

@valentinoworn​

very low activity.

Emily Charlton.

Editor-in-Chief of The Plunge, and/or sentient ball of angry anxiety.

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*  SHAKESPEARE  AESTHETICS.

Macbeth:

the howl of wolves. moonless nights. dirt under fingernails. stained silk.  chattering teeth. voices hoarse and cracked. rotting fruit. echoing drums. dry heaving. hanging cobwebs.  stifling humidity. bloodshot eyes. the roughness of rusted steel. wild rosebushes. muscle cramps. the sound of splintering wood.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream:

crackling fires. ivy crawling on stone. the faint music of running water. petrichor. dirty, bare feet. tattered clothing.  thistledown. wilted wildflower crowns. late evening birdsong. curling leaves. a symphony of croaking frogs. drifting feathers. the eerie sound of windchimes at night.  humming bees. beds of clover.

Romeo and Juliet:

warm golden lamplight. worn shoes.  crumbling brick walls. whispered poetry. embroidered satin. cool, hazy mornings. tousled hair. rosewater. flushed cheeks.  distant orchestras. unfinished marble statues. cobblestone streets. loose threads. ink smudged on parchment. tapping fingers. dust illuminated by sunlight. poison vials.

Hamlet:

shattered glass. a cluster of fraying ribbons. unanswered knocks on doors. lingering dampness. white noise. inexplicable drafts. migraines. bleeding ears. the taste of metal. reflected mirrors. dry, cracked lips. the sound of tearing paper. fogged windows. memories of dreams. tarnished silver. protruding veins.

tagged by :   @governingmouse (Thank you!) tagging :  @overlourdes, @monstricidal, @bcnquet, @indetrit, @ifhollicould

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Black Mirror: Hang the DJ (2017) Directed by Timothy Van Patten

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Do not mistake my composure for tolerance.

Arthur and Merlin (2015), Dir. Marco Van Belle (via wnq-movies)

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therapy / talking about trauma / post - trauma starters. feel free to change things as necessary. 

would you like to talk about it?

please tell me what’s bothering you.

hey, are you okay?

i don’t have to know everything. just what you’re comfortable telling me.

i’m your friend. of course i care.

there’s nothing bad about going to therapy.

would you like to try a different approach?

i – i didn’t know that. i’m sorry.

is this helping?

i’ll try not to ask a lot of questions.

i’m always here if you need me.

shh, it’s alright. shh. 

we’re safe now. you’re safe now.

it was just a nightmare.

sweetheart, you have to tell me these things.

you know i’d never judge you for that, right?

i’m worried about you.

is something going on? 

everything you say will just be between you and me.

what method do you prefer?

do you need help falling asleep?

anything i could do to help?

why are you like this?

i understand. 

sweetie, is there something you aren’t telling me? what’s wrong?

let’s get you cleaned up.

this is good. this is important. 

you’re healing, and healing takes time. 

we can do more tomorrow.

how about you get some sleep, hm?

bedtime.

it’s ok not to be ok.

tomorrow is another day.

hey, hey, hey. look at me, look at me. it’s okay.

breath in for seven seconds, exhale for eleven …

do you need some space?

remember, look for things that you can touch. ground yourself.

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I don’t know how many of my mutuals have Harry Potter aus, but I’m highkey craving a Harry Potter au.

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beedork:

                         Sherlock raises an eyebrow at that, watching her with an impertinent expression, a slight smile cracking at the edge of his lips. But he doesn’t reply to her first statement, merely sips his tea and watches her over the rim of his mug. When bored, the next best thing to a case for entertainment, is annoying others. It wasn’t intentional at first… but now it is. 

                           “why, no, Anna… I hadn’t considered such a thing. I usually have sex but that too, is noisy, and my girlfriend DUMPED me, you see…. and there are no cases to keep me occupied unfortunately.” 

    Misery indeed... It’s almost endearing, if not purely nostalgic. Sherlock’s antics, however irritating, and they certainly were, so closely resembles home. And so he’d been abandoned, once more, another girl finally reaching the extent of her patience.

     “I can’t IMAGINE what might’ve scared her off...” She quips, making little attempt to feign surprise, amidst budding annoyance. Boys. “I’m sure Nathaniel could use someone to sift through archives, if you’re really so desperate for something to do.” 

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s2. e1.

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bcnquet:

         “Selfish as it might seem, and a lending to the boredom of a life too long entrenched in a one-way rut–” He banks on honesty now, again, feeding upon the fact that she has yet to send him on his way, has yet to shut him DOWN. Nothing– NOTHING– has been offered to suggest that his visit here tonight is in threat, or malice. And as wary as she keeps herself now, the questions continue. Carry on.

         “–I am desperate to share thoughts with like minds. More than simply this: the interesting, and the stimulating. You and I haven’t found much common ground outside of the law, but if you’ll allow me the pleasure, I would like to explore your thoughts further on some of the matters. Over something more formal, perhaps.” The wine is gone; politely, the glass is set to a safe space, and his smile pivots. “I can promise you a very notable dinner.”

     He’s lonely... In the moment, it makes sense---- albeit a bit of a mundane explanation to be beating down doors at odd hours of the night. Nonetheless, she can empathize to an extent; neither’s choice of occupation offering much in the way of companionship. A loneliness she’d never minded, not really, in safety of her own home, surrounded by familiar faces...

     A breath. She considers the invitation--- desperate! Hyperbole meant to flatter, she could only assume. A fitting conclusion to his abrupt intrusion of her home. “And you are AWARE that this poses to create a conflict of interests.---- I could no longer represent you in any future legal setting.” Her agreement is there, amongst the terms set. It’s the first inkling of firmness to her voice; these, boundaries not to be crossed. 

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Third base is having a panic attack in front of your boyfriend for the first time

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butscrewmefirst:

                    SHE’S NO FUN! WHAT’S MORE IS that this woman is scolding elizabeth. or rather, warning her to take what she can get.          “ has anyone ever told you just how bright your personality is? ”          it’s unlike the countess to be so bothered, but her tone doesn’t quite convey her irritation ; she’s only taunting the other now. with a sigh, however, she drops it.          “ why don’t you just tell me what’s on your mind? then i’ll tell you what’s on mind. ”          fair enough, yes?

     BRIGHT was a new one---- cocky, bossy... and adjectives much less complimentary in between.... but never bright. It earns a laugh, bemused as she turned over the comment in her head, but warm nonetheless. “No one of particular note.” 

     What was on her mind... Her smile fades in favor of a thoughtful purse of her lips. Nothing---- nothing of interest, surely... Passports, moving, reassembling her life. Harry. “Mundane things... I need to find an attorney who can expedite my divorce without stepping on anyone’s toes at the Consulate. -----Have you ever been married?” 

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“You’re going to tell me all your deepest, DARKEST, secrets.”

Independent Lila West of Showtime’s Dexter. 

Written by Alex.

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I kinda wanna make a Dexter muse... Either Rita, Hannah or Lila...