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p sure all my friends r dead

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guess who remembered their logins

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shouts into this fucking wretched blue abyss 

         if i make a discord what will happen

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                           VALIDATE YOUR MEMBERSHIPS                          AND WE’RE OFF TO THE RACES…

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* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS Send me a NUMBER for your muse to : 

001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse.  003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object.  005. — Throw something large at my muse.  006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm.  018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood.  029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

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If you are scrolling through Tumblr trying to distract yourself from something you don’t want to think about, or you’re looking for a sign. It is going to be okay. Just breathe. You are alive and you matter. 

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

veilled:

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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dying and coming back gives you considerable perspective

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somebody: hey are you okay?

me, beating my repressed memories back with a stick: fine, why do you ask?

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fuck yall and your bad boys. wheres my bad girls. wheres my secretive and mysterious love interest. wheres my outcast gf. wheres my cat rescuing, leather wearing, motorcycle riding wife???

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                           VALIDATE YOUR MEMBERSHIPS                          AND WE’RE OFF TO THE RACES…

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          do you know what in all my years i had never once thought to do a tribute / victor verse for jackson what have i been doing with my life

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Send ‘a moment of weakness’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence }

Your muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

Your muse is smashed drunk and incoherent.

My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.

Your muse is tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

My muse is all tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.

My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.

Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.

My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.

Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.

My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.

Your muse has been beaten badly and is in bad shape, mine happens to find them.

My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out.

My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.

Your muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

Your muse is temporarily blind.

My muse is temporarily blind.

Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

Your muse has blackmail over mine.

My muse has blackmail over yours.

Mun chooses.

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❛ what a historic and beautiful and deeply haunted establishment. ❜

                    ➢ ASK ( john mullaney - kid gorgeous @ radio city )

          “ Wouldn’t exactly call it beautiful.” 

     Jackson grimaces at the ancient place. It’s just an old factory. An huge, hollow carcass of a building surrounded by fields and tracks burying more of the same. Corrugated metal sheets heave and dip at least 100ft above their heads, wooden walls eroded with damp, with rot, with mold and insects. It’s a graveyard alright. But there are no bodies left here.

          “ —– Don’t tell me you actually believe in that CRAP – ? ”

     There is nothing haunting this place. But perhaps she might think differently if she knew the faces of the children who died here. ABANDONED ARENAS are fairly high up her to-do list these days, with smaller rebellions quelled in the districts and life moving on from the games and the war — but there are still ugly reminders scattered about the landscape. 

     Any of the tributes killed in the 47th Hunger Games were long dead. Its Victors too. Jackson presses the nose of her rifle into the grain of a decaying wooden beam, its splinters melting like butter.      

          “ Whatever’s in here isn’t worth the roof falling                in on us.   I say we MOVE ON.”

     Arena’s were places to be forgotten; but not before they were excavated for their riches —– Technologically they were well-crafted, biological potential so rarely militarised, so much potential gone to waste. It was worth picking them apart before they razed them to the ground.

     LIGHT FLICKERS – The smallest flinch of her head. Her barrel is about to raise but it is nothing but the late afternoon sun glinting through one of the many holes in the roof, reflecting off of something half buried in the dirt. The toe of her boot scuffs away the soil to reveal the rusted hunting knife. Faces ghost across her mind now, ones she seldom sees as frightened, fighting children. ( Finnick.  Katniss.  Peeta. )  But the last of their games ended five years ago. And the games this arena housed were over thirty years before…      Jackson would have been 17 then 

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i speak fast normally so when learning a new language i sit on my own in my room and try and say shit as fast as i can bc obviously accuracy and grammar are secondary speed is the only indicator of smarts