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HALLO i’m back i love marvel sm

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               MY  WHOLE  LIFE  HAS  BEEN  THE  EYE  OF  SOME  STORM  THAT  I  DON’T  UNDERSTAND.                                                 stanley  uris  of  it.   movie  based  with  novel  influences.                                                                                   by  kyran.

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hello it’s me, having no purpose in life once more because i watched season 2 of elite in one go

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              SIBUNA  ISN’T  PART  OF  THE  NORMAL  CROWD  of  kids  that  one  would  usually  find  someone  like  adam  xu  hanging  around  with  .  on  a  normal  day  ,  he’s  with  the  rich  kids  .  the  ones  who  live  in  gated  communities  with  high  tech  security  systems  in  place  to  protect  themselves  from  the  horror  show  that  comes  once  a  year  .  adam  xu  is  ,  after  all  ,  known  for  being  an  incredibly  shallow  young  man  .  today  ,  though  ,  he  sits  at  a  table  with  someone  outside  his  usual  crowd  .  sibuna  . 

              A  HAND  PUSHES  THROUGH  DARK  HAIR  as  he  listens  to  her  recount  her  stories  from  last  year’s  purge  .  the  thrill  of  it  all  sends  goosebumps  up  his  arms  .  this  is  what  purging  should  be  like  .  parties  are  fun  and  all  ,  but  the  real  purging  happens  in  the  streets  .  with  an  international  guest  list  this  year  ,  adam  wants  the  most  authentic  purge  experience  possible  and  this  is  it  . 

             “  you  absolutely  have  to  let  me  come  with  you  this  year  .  ”  there’s  an  inhuman  kind  of  excitement  in  his  eyes  .  “  i  want  my  friends  from  china  to  experience  the  real  thing  .  ”

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          she  sits  at  the  table  like  she  owns  the  world  and  everything  in  it,  scarred  elbows  on  the  tacky  laminated  surface,  picking  at  her  teeth  with  a  pen  cap.   she  usually  doesn’t  keep  company  with  rich,  snobby  little  bastards  like  adam,  but  he  listens  to  her  stories,  and  she  fucking  loves  to  talk  about  herself.

          her  nails  graze  the  stubble  of  her  haircut,  and  she  grins  with  a  wicked  glint  in  her  eyes-   the  purge  crawls  ever  closer,  and  her  gory  fascination  with  the  event  of  getting  all  that  anger  out  makes  her  legs  jiggle,  her  toes  tingle.   she’s  watching  him  with  a  lopsided  smile,  all  teeth  and  blood-red  gums,  before  she  laughs.

          “  you  can  come  with,  yeah,  but  don’t  i  gotta  sign  a  waiver  or  something  so  that  your  mommy  and  daddy  don’t  come  for  my  fuckin’  throat  if  i  lose  you  or  any  of  your  pals?   ‘cause  i  love  a  good  fight,  but  i’m  not  about  to  let  some  adults  get  on  my  case.  ”    a  pause,  she  sucks  her  teeth  in  thought,  “  and  we  gotta  get  you  some  masks  or  something  if  you  don’t  have  them  already,  i  let  you  walk  around  with  me  all  fresh  faced,  and  i’ll  jus’  be  askin’  for  trouble  instead  of  making  it,  you  get  me?  ”

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ik im never on but i’m feeling some plots while i get to starters ppl have written for me so uh like this to plot either on tumblr ims or we can trade discords! i’ll send the first message if you like this so dw!

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various starters

❛  you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep.  ❜

❛  hurt me once, I’ll kill you twice.  ❜

❛  never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive.  ❜

❛  death is the only god that comes when you call.  ❜

❛  I am teeth. I am royal. you are nothing to me.  ❜

❛  the sun will rise and we will try again.  ❜

❛  we’re just kids. we aren’t supposed to be heroes.  ❜

❛  I like my women like I like my Absinthe: bitter and intoxicating.  ❜

❛  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ❜

❛  she wasn’t looking for a knight. she was looking for a sword.  ❜

❛  don’t dehumanize bad people, because it’s their humanity which makes what they’ve done so terrifying.  ❜

❛  she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening.  ❜

❛  magic is not good or evil. is a knife evil? only if the wielder is.  ❜

❛  I don’t want your crown. see, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down.  ❜

❛  they broke my wings. they forgot I have claws.  ❜

❛  all that blood was never beautiful, it was just red.  ❜

❛  what do you do when there’s no hero in the story? simple. you kill the monster and crown yourself.  ❜

❛  how terrible it is, to love something that death can touch.  ❜

❛  you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you.  ❜

❛  I feel divinity in my bones like aching. like fire.  ❜

❛  you make me feel and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. now.  ❜

❛  you are losing my interest and that is very dangerous.  ❜

❛  she will burn your kingdoms down, herself with it, if it means your ruin.  ❜

❛  it’s okay to be scared. it means your about to do something brave.  ❜

❛  she looks like divine absolution.  ❜

❛  I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find and impossible to forget.  ❜

❛  be careful with words. they can be forgive, but never forgotten.  ❜

❛  you not wanting me was the beginning of me wanting myself.  ❜

❛  I’m tired of fighting. for once, I want to be fought for.  ❜

❛  never run back to what broke you.  ❜

❛  I was quite, but not blind.  ❜

❛  your gut knows what’s up. trust that bitch.  ❜

❛  we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.  ❜

❛  do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.  ❜

❛  I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, wishing it was a donut.  ❜

❛  you can miss something but not want it back.  ❜

❛  you can’t save people, you can only love them.  ❜

❛  I came, I saw, I made it awkward.  ❜

❛  we buy shite we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t like.  ❜

❛  you’re always one decision away from a different life.  ❜

❛  my brain has too many tabs open.  ❜

❛  I’m not saying I hate you, just that you’re like the Monday of people.  ❜

❛  there’s no ‘we’ in fries.  ❜

❛  apology accepted, trust denied.  ❜

❛  death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now.  ❜

❛  life happens. coffee helps.  ❜

❛  I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s.  ❜

❛  I rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony.  ❜

❛  very early in my life it was already too late.  ❜

❛  is that a threat or are you flirting with me.  ❜

❛  was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives?  ❜

❛  I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand.  ❜

❛  I do bad things, and I do them very well.  ❜

❛  you drink too much, you cuss too much and you have questionable morals. you’re everything I ever wanted.  ❜

❛  they will kill you, but first they will have to catch you.  ❜

❛  drugs might kill you but they’ll never break your heart.  ❜

❛  good girls are just bad girls that haven’t been caught.  ❜

❛  a pretty face doesn’t guarantee a pretty heart.  ❜

❛  no airbag, we die like men.  ❜

❛  true evil is, above all, seductive.  ❜

❛  it takes more courage to suffer than to die.  ❜

❛  you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time. but the wolf? he only needs enough luck to catch you once.  ❜

❛  justice is vengeance in prettier packaging.  ❜

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✧*:･ﾟ✧   PINTEREST ,   ANGST   ADDITION   |   SENTENCE    STARTERS   ✧*:･ﾟ✧ tw : this post contains a number of triggers, such as mentions of : childhood traumas, abuse, drugs, death, alcohol & overall violence. tag accordingly and change things if you need to. 

“ i was raised feral and i mostly stayed that way” 

“ hit it until it breaks “ 

“ i mean, im going to hell anyways…” 

“ everything i like is either expensive, illegal… or wont text me the fuck back ! ” 

“ i never had the chance to be soft. i was always bloody knuckles and broken shards of glass. i wanted people to be afraid of hurting me.” 

“ i hate getting flash backs from things i don’t want to remember. “ 

“yes its dangerous, that’s why its fun. “ 

“ i dont give a fuck, staring: me! “ 

“ i drink to forget alcoholism “ 

“ to be honest, im full of shit.” 

“ fuck an apology, im not sorry for anything. “ 

“ i wasn’t born to be soft and quiet. i want born to make the world shatter and shake at my fingertips. “

“ here’s to the ones whose fathers broke their hearts before anyone else could. “ 

“ don’t play games with someone who can play better. “ 

“ if you ever wanna learn how to black out and sabotage something good, i’m your man. “ 

“ i’m not violent. i’m not malicious. i am a result. “ 

“ do i look like a fucking people person?” 

“ i hate people who take drugs… like cops, dea agents and customs officials. ”

“ you know you should’ve have survived that, right ?” 

“ you believe in ghosts and vampires, but you don’t really believe in yourself… do you?” 

“ nearly almost dead, but not quite. “ 

“ if you met my family, you would understand. “ 

“ you can’t offend me, i lack emotion. “ 

“ i am ready to die a violent death. “ 

“ when life gives you lemons, squeeze them into peoples eyes. “ 

“ violence may not be the best option… BUT it’s an option. ”

“ my good intentions always turn out bad. “ 

“ can you like, not bring that up? thanks. “ 

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my bag gets so heavy when im in college but its worth it bc i get to do replies during my break if i bring my laptop

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she  looks  so  much  more  frail  than  you  know  she  is  .  it’s  almost  enough  to  make  you  feel  weak  ,  too  –  almost  .  you  cross  your  arms  and  eye  her  warily  ,  ready  to  viper-snap  and  catch  her  should  she  stumble  .  there’s  something  reassuring  about  knowing  you  can  keep  her  upright  if  you  need  to  .     ‘     got  stuck  babysitting  again  .  ‘s  a  shitty  gig  ,  but  it’s  the  only  one  in  town  ,     ’     you  say  ,  raising  a  thick  eyebrow  over  the  rim  of  your  shades  .

one  of  her  cats  winds  around  your  ankles  expectantly  ,  and  you  reach  down  to  scratch  between  its  ears  .  you’re  wicked  cool  ,  but  you’re  not  made  of  stone  .  just  look  at  the  little  guy  .     ‘     alternatively  ,  i  heard  my  dumb  friend  got  herself  all  kinds’a  fucked  up  and  wanted  to  make  sure  that  the  carapacians  weren’t  making  moves  on  her  territory  .     ’     the  chess  guys  are  harmless  ,  but  they  provide  a  decent  cover  story  .     ‘     rox  ,  your  place  looks  like  shit  .  worse  than  my  place  .     ’

          you  grunt  for  a  moment,  nausea  sinking  your  little  booze  filled  island,  you’re  well  trained  to  the  point  of  holding  what  food  you’ve  eaten  and  the  ugly  mix  of  liquor  in  it’s  place  in  your  stomach,  evidenced  by  a  swallow  and  a  fumble  for  the  empty  glass,  holding  it  in  your  fist  ‘til  it  hurts -  stability,  it’s  there.  a  breath,  and  your  hazy  gaze  turns  to  dirk,  squinting  for  a  moment,  before  you  grin.   “  aw,  shaddup,  shu...d.   you  ain’t  babysitting  me,  di-stri !  ”   fight  juice-  or  maybe  vodka ?   or...  that’s  probably  the  name  you  gave  it-  rots  in  your  veins,  teeth  clasp  on  your  tongue,  enough  to  hurt,  but  not  enough  to  cause  damage,  you’re  trying  to  hold  yourself  back,  but  from  what?   it’s  something  that  feels  weird,  not  normal,  not  roxy-  it  feels  horrible  and  this  was  sooooo  much  easier  when  you  can  keysmash  your  words  and  chillax  rather  than  do  anything  else,  like  hold  up  pretences  for  friends  in  person.

          another  swallow,  ground  yourself,  kick  your  feet,  float  in  your  self-made  pool,  loneliness  can’t  drown  you,  you  have  company  and  drink  definitely  makes  you  emo-shunally  vulnerable,  but  if  you  refuse  to  concentrate  on  that,  maybe  it  will  go  away.  “  the  chessy-chess  bastar...s...  star....  they’re  not  gon’  do  anythin’,  dirky.   you’re  makin’  upppp--  ”   you  point  a  finger  at  him,  and  wobble  again,  hold  your  feet  firm  on  the  ground,  it’s  fine.   “  you’re  makin’  things  up !  c’mon,  talk  t’...  t’good-  good  ol’  roxa-lox-a-rolal !  ”

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i always forget about munday but here's proof im alive and im an eb*y disgusting

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‘     7ULZ  !     ’     you  aren’t  careful  or  kind  by  nature  ,  but  the  way  you  sweep  in  to  brush  your  nose  against  hers  is  calculated  to  perfection  –  not  too  fast  ,  not  too  bright  .  when  your  helmet  bumps  her  forehead  ,  it  doesn’t  bruise  .     ‘     F0UND  Y0U  !  W4N73D  70  C0M3  533  Y0U  B3F0R3  3V3RY7H1NG  G035  70  5H17  !     ’     and  you’re  grinning  ,  but  you’re  nervous  ,  too  .  you  haven’t  told  many  about  your  journey  (  only  latula  and  kurloz  ,  fated  palemate  ,  who  will  join  you  )  ,  but  that  doesn’t  make  your  departure  any  easier  .

          it  makes  her  incredibly  nervous  to  think  about  their  future,  she  has  to  admit  that.   latula  likes  to  give  off  the  vibe  of  the  most  chillaxed  vibes  evaaaa.   she  grins  brightly,  teeth  sharp  as  she  closed  her  eyes,  shades  balancing  on  the  edge  of  her  nose  as  she  goes  up  on  her  toes,  hands  taking  his  shoulders  for  balance.   “  h3y  b4b3 !!!!   1  know  you’r3  going  to  b3  4m4z1ng,  just  m4k3  sur3  you’r3  c4r3ful,  4lr1ght ??   1t’s  go1ng  to  b3  sooooo  toooot4lly  r4d1c4l !!!   4  total  h3ro ! ”

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–– everybody else has a family. i just have parents. everybody else has a home. i just have a house. a lonely little house, with a tiny little bed, and the carpets have smelled weird since the day we moved in. everybody else has dreams. i just have setbacks. everybody else has a network. i just have facebook. everybody else has connection. i just have collisions. // art cred.

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sailing  –  now  there’s  a  thought  .  you’d  only  ever  considered  living  stationary ,  much  like  your  old  home  ,  but  who  says  things  don’t  change  ?  you  certainly  have  .  death  does  that  to  people  ,  you  suppose  (  not  that  karkat  would  know  anything  about  death  ,  you  may  add  ,  not  without  a  hint  of  petulance  )  .     ‘     wwith  you  ?  and  livve  wwith  twwo  humans  ?     ’     you  snort  ,  pulling  at  a  loose  thread  in  your  scarf  .  kanaya  won’t  sew  it  for  you  any  time  soon  ,  not  that  you  blame  her  .     ‘     bet  they  wwouldn’t  wwant  me  anywway  .  no  ,  i  like  bein  on  the  wwater  ,  kar  .  think  i  should  just  get  out  a  evveryone’s  thinkpan-space  for  a  bit  .     ’     loneliness  ,  even  self  inflicted  ,  batters  you  .  you  know  this  .  that’s  what  you  wanted  to  talk  about  .     ‘     no  ,  i  made  up  my  mind  already  .  wwanted  to  ask  you  if  you’d  do  me  a  favvour  .  if  you  wwill  .     ’

          his  legs  cross  underneath  him,  chin  resting  in  his  hands,  blunt  claws  drumming  against  the  corner  of  his  mouth.   karkat  looks  at  eridan,  nose  scrunched  tighly,  dark  brows  low  over  his  eyes.   “  CONTRARY  TO  MASS  FUCKING  OPINION,  I’M  NOT  THAT  TERRIBLE  TO  LIVE  WITH.   I  LIVED  WITH  MY  LUSUS  FOR  SIX  SWEEPS,  AND  HE’S  WAY  MORE  OF  A  CRABBY  ASSHOLE  THAN  YOU.   PLUS  I’M  JUST  SAYING  YOU  CAN  STAY  WHENEVER-...  Y’KNOW,  IT  GETS  LONELY  OR  WHATEVER  THE  FUCK  POETIC  WAY  YOU  WANT  TO  PUT  IT.  ”   he  says,  head  tilted  to  face  eridan,  before  he  nods  slowly,  continuing  to  drum  his  fingers  against  his  mouth  as  he  speaks,  shifting  his  knee  to  balance  his  elbow  better.  “  DEPENDS  ON  WHAT  YOU  WANT  ME  TO  DO,  BUT  GO  ON.   YOU’VE  GOT  MY  UNDIVIDED  ATTENTION. ”

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you  came  to  check  on  her  ,  obviously  .  okay  ,  so  ,  you  feel  like  you  could  strangle  her  right  now  ,  but  in  five  minutes  you’re  going  to  remember  just  how  much  you  care  about  her  and  lose  any  and  all  ability  to  hold  a  grudge  .  you  sigh  ,  quiet  ,  and  take  the  glass  with  you  as  you  sweep  around  her  room  ,  cleaning  what  you  can  .     ‘     someone’s  gotta  feed  your  cats  ,     ’     you  bite  back  ,  dry  as  ever  .     ‘     here  .  water  .  drink  it  .  now  .     ’     roxy’s  head  gives  her  hell  at  the  best  of  times  ,  and  gearing  up  to  begin  a  game  that’s  going  to  twice  -  fuck  an  already  fucked  world  is  definitely  the  worst  of  times  .

          the  room  is  a  state,  bits  and  pieces  pulled  down  where  you  grabbed  them  for  balance,  clothes  littering  the  floor,  patches  where  you  spilled  gin,  and  an  empty  bottle  that  rests  on  its  side  near  your  desk.   your  nose  scrunches  as  you  take  the  glass,  holding  the  stem  gingerly  as  you  roll  it  for  a  few  moments.   “  oh yeaaaaah,  you... yuh...  t-toooootally  came  here  to  feed  my  cats,  dirky.   issss-  is’okay !   i  believe  you ! ”   you  slug  back  the  water  like  a  shot,  and  pull  a  face.   “  i’on  think  yee--- yoouuu  can  mix  gin  right,  pal.  ”   you  drag  out  your  words  and  speak  with  a  voice  that  teeters  between  quiet  and  loud,  afraid  of  the  silence  that  brings  loneliness  in  company  and  yet  too  afraid  to  break  down  the  barrier.   it’s  suffocating.   in  an  effort  to  try  shake  that  sense  in  your  bones,  you  stand  upright  suddenly,   nearly  knocking  over  your  chair  and  yourself,  ‘til  you  brace  your  hands  on  the  desk  with  a  rattle,  and  wince.   “  why’re... wire,  heh,  you... why’re  you  really  here,  huh ?  ”

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timaeustestified  ,  begin  pestering  @fuilteach.

‘     seriously  ,  roxy  ?     ’     you  try  to  keep  anything  too  accusatory  out  of  your  tone  ,  but  something  tells  you  that  you  aren’t  doing  a  good  job  .  gloved  fingers  reach  out  and  pluck  the  empty  martini  glass  from  the  table  by  the  stem  ,  letting  it  flip  over  in  your  grip  .     ‘     and  how  many  came  before  this  one  ?     ’

          handling  your  liquor  inappropriately  is  probably  one  of  the  better  things  you’re  able  to  do,  along  with  listening  to  your  friends-  dirk  proooobably  showed  up  for  something,  after  all !   pounding  head  rests  on  the  tbale...   *table,  and  you  can’t  really  see  straight,  but  you  can  see  dirk,  and  he  looks  ...   well,  like  dirk  always  does.   you  drop  your  head  back  down  to  the  table  with  a  groan,  reaching  out  lamely  for  the  glass.   “  li....uch-... likeeee....   four....?  ”    a  longer  pause,  “  ...teen ?   or  ten ?   think  i’d  DIE  after  fourteen.   whaaaa-  whad-.. d’ya...  what  are  you  doooin’  here,  huh  dirk ? ”

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hi its me. if I added my conspiracy theorist oc what would yall think hes seven foot tall and wears alien merch and is greasy but he also wears funky sunglasses so.

edit: more fun facts abt him to tell u guys his Story

his parents suck and his dad leads a small paranoia cult in his hometown, which believes there's poison in the water put in my gov officials so that means no washing whatsoever

hes from White Pine County which has the largest suicide rate in America.... only if you believe every suicide is one. he doesn't.

he wrote a thesis length theory about the idea of white pine being a place that is subject to a mass suicide/murder rate due to their proximity to ar*a 51

he wrote the theory in cryptovirology and then coded it by using lines from Jennifer gibbons the pugilist and discomania, cryptophasia, and jargon, before dividing it into seperate parts and putting a different crypt on each part to answer before unlocking it, before he moved it computer to computer and sd card to USB to microSD...

more spooks ensue

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“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.” tyler and mark...

FIND  A  WAY  TO  A  BETTER  PLACE.

          he  feels  the  heat  flare  up  around  his  ears,  ducking  his  head  and  turning  himself  away-  as  if  nice  words  and  kindness  are  some  war  against  him,  his  defenses  go  up,  and  iron  bars  are  sliding  across  his  words.   tyler  wishes  everything  about  this  would  feel  natural,  would  feel  fine,  and  good,  and  okay,  but  even  now,  everything  feels  like  tacky  glue,  stuck  to  him  and  feeling  odd,  heavy,  a  weight  he  had  carried  for  so  long  and  was  still  unused  to.   he  presses  his  lips  together  in  a  thin  line,  before  he  quietly  speaks.   “  uh-.. yeah,  i-… uh…  the… nature…  is   nice.   it’s-… thanks  for  hanging  out  with  me.   you  don’t  always  have  to,  but-… it means-…  just… thanks,  mark.  ”   his  voice  trembles,  something  he’s  frightened  of  is  rising  in  his  throat,  the  tension  is  his  body  comes  and  goes  in  tsunamis,  leaving  damage  and  wreckage  in  his  wake.   he  doesn’t  look  at  his  company,  but  picks  idly  at  the  blades  of  grass  beneath  them.   “  do  you-…  is  this  one  of  the…  places  you  go  to  a  lot ?   on…  walks.  ”