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* yeet ! i’m bringing back bill first : ^ ) if u need me ill be ... how u say .. revamping 

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Bitten meme (season 3) | 8 outfits

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NEED A PLACE TO HIDE.      midnight’s cast;  unholy veil concealing nightmares and mayhem for most  ..  but for others ?   it’s welcomed.   delicate patters trickle and seep ‘gainst window’s pane.   limbs softly sway ‘tween dimly lit streetlamp beams.   widened gaze; observation merely recounts hardening realizations.   ‘cross the street, storm drain’s opening beckons springtime flooding water  /  you know what they always say ! april showers bring may flowers   /   and all he could see was the sailboat. 

BUT I CAN’T FIND ONE NEAR.     vivid slicker shimmers through soaking downpour. puddles ripple and recede as rain boot treads   /   maybe you should be out there  ..  maybe you should be watching   /   and georgie’s facade beckons sunshine through the grey.   yet ― attention strays from his brother  ..  for ‘neath the pavement and gathering leaves  ;  it lurks  ..  leering.   he blinks once  (  twice !  )  before rubbing oculars.   despite darkness’ shadow  ;  he’s capable of making out something.   washed out facade  /  what was this  /  unnerving grin   /   was this real  ?   /   and wicked masking of scarlet. 

we all float down here   —   and you’ll float too  ..   

WANNA FEEL ALIVE.     repetitive parroting begins chanting within whispers. clouding his mind.   gradually becoming louder and louder   /   and you’ll float too  ;  you’ll float too   !   /   georgie’s galoshes suddenly become encased and nimble frame crashes ‘gainst pavement.   it’s grasp swiftly snatching as the child’s attention chases his mache craft.  

take good care of her  ––  she  ?  ––  yeah, georgie. you always call buh  ..  boats she.

without any notion of thrashing or escape  ;  flood waters steadily begin staining crimson. his own name screeched out of terror and desire of rescue — but it would never come   /   billy   ! 

OUTSIDE I CAN FIGHT MY FEAR.     drenched in sweat;  slender frame jolts forward ‘neath comforter.   reality snaps focus.   william denbrough  ;  chest inflates with gasping oxygen.   momentary silence passes before overwhelming emotion controls.   tears burn, palm claps ‘gainst brims  (  shielding  )  sorrowful whimpers from escaping  /  for if you woke your parents  —  there would b hell to pay.   gradually,  knees curve into his chest  ;  don’t be a baby  ..  you’re eleven  ..  time to grow up !    lower lip trembles as harsh memories strengthen more than his backbone.   caressing minutes offer lacking empathy and instead of remaining swallowed by sadness  —  aggression begins writhing.   searing.   seeking.   fingertips begin curling and pressing ‘gainst hand’s heel.   like gazing within ocean’s surface  ;  wake provides little information to what remains hidden. 

what was to come.   but he knows   —   he must be the one to defeat it. 

BILL DENBROUGH   /   @traumnas. 

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also returning from war w. my son ?   absolutely. 

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*  haven’t posted in a while but u kno what; it’s now or never for a munday  💅

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overwatch   :   one  skin  for  every  hero. ashe   —   gangster.

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Don’t do anything stupidly heroic. Garden-variety heroic. You got it.

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dievoted·. 

@flourush.     HM!

khaled vc : congratulations .. u played urself

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ardentflames·     /     a.  daniels.

❛          FREE  RIDES  DON’T  JUST  COME  ALONG   !          ❜

send  ‘ lyrics ‘  for  a  lyrical  starter   !   specify  muse  or  leave  it  to  chance. why  don’t  you  get  a  job  ?   —   the  offspring.

@flourush.

KAREN SETTMAN ; CRAFTED DECEPTION.      saturday,  doused with aromas of unwelcoming alcohol.   presentation,  solidified by brains and brawn.   crimson stained brims curl;  clasping their sworn secrecy.          ❝          nothing comes free in life.          ❞          an unforgiving reality of overpopulation and cryo-sleep.   she masks her true personality  (  which  )  would chirp something witty and sarcastic  ..  but — that wasn’t karen.          ❝          what will it be then ?          ❞          tightened tousle shifts ;  sweeping blazer’s collar.           ❝          a free drink ?   a favor ?   you name it.          ❞

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unpredictableavenues·     /     e.  waugh.

oh he loves a good drunken gossip in the evening ! & nothing quite gets the truth flowing like two of his famous ( m a g i c  infused ) cocktails. color eliot a little impressed really … that she’s still on her feet; seriously, sometimes they make people  f l o a t.   “ hmm ! she sounds like a real bitch. what’s her deal then, huh? borrow your favorite cardigan & never gave it back? what an absolute monster. “

I WANT IT ; I GOT IT.          ❝           oh !  way worse -―           ❞           glassware delicately prints gloss;  another sip’s stolen.   addictive alcohol offers unfiltered recollections and harsh confessions.           ❝           she broke more than one ‘girl code’ rule.   first day on the job ; she was already shit talkin’ stacy and monique  ..  second day,  she started hittin’ on amber’s man and word on the street was -―            ❞           slender frame leans forward;  slight.            ❝            they were sexting by the end of the night.            ❞          manicured brows rise and subtle shrug lifts.           ❝          not t’mention   ..   she also broke my gucci aviators.   dunno why she was wearing them in the first place;  she doesn’t know me like that.            ❞

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*  BRUSHES OFF MY BLOG  /  *  like this for a small starter 

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illhearts·     /     aedus.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄,   slight,   and  unnoticed  by  the  man  it  radiated  from  and  he  allows  a  smile  to  form  on  features  as  green  eyes  focus  on  the  individual.   “   do  you  want  to  see  a  trick  i  learned?   ”

@flourush.   starter call.

MARBLE CHISELED;  ANXIETY SHATTERS.          ❝          uh -― !          ❞          lithe palms extend and slender frame prepares.          ❝          if your ass is about t’pull a fast one ― think again !   i’ve seen the dark knight,  buddy and i’m not about t’become a permeant pencil holder !           ❞

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vaniti·     /     b.  maddox.

      ❛    em    —-   ❜      she of confidence,   exuberant,   drawn so low to morbid and grief stricken.   what were life without a little suffering?   little proven to be understatement.   hand that reaches taking hold of opposing,   grip strong upon emma’s,   within a few seconds finding that courage to bury own feelings.   keep them down    ;    lift others.      ❛    you did not go wrong.   none of this,   none of what happened    —    that’s not on you.   it’s on that sick,   twisted creep,   and you do not get to blame yourself for that.    ❜

HELP;  I’VE LOST MYSELF AGAIN.     hushed scoff expels from withering ribcage.   where;  roses bloom,  flourishing for shadows and darkness.   where;  easily disintegrates their hope diminishes  (  birthing  )  harsh regret.          ❝         oh c’mon,  brooke ―         ❞         reflective oculars shift;  observing beautiful countenance.   even sorrow looks majestic upon you.          ❝          that twisted creep is trying to get to me -― but,  he’s taking everyone else with him !   this is on me because i can’t ―  ..          ❞          save everyone.          ❝          riley;  will  ..         ❞         their names,  burn of ash and failure.          ❝          i could have stopped it  ..  i should have stopped it.          ❞