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being a shifter and having to deal with people constantly mischaracterizing your s/o is not for the weak

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Y’all will never see a void state post from me cause no matter how much I try. I don’t understand it. In my brain it’s just the meditative state. I’ve read too many post now and I still don’t get what the difference is.

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(rebloging is not enough i need to scream it into a megaphone)

being a shifter and having to deal with people constantly mischaracterizing your s/o is not for the weak

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dont you wanna do the post that you are procrastinating ??? (not now LOL..oh okay im going

okay distraction! starting satc (im scared carrie is gonna pmo that’s why i was recalling this life-changing watch)

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that look funnnn; thanks for the tag!!@blushpinkdoll

coffee or tea. Umm. Umm. Aaaah. early bird or night owl. (I can’t choose). chocolate or vanilla. (weird relationship between me and chocolate..). spring or fall. (I can’t chooseee. winter..!). silver or gold. pop or alternative. freckles or dimples. snakes or sharks. mountains or fields. thunder or lightning. egyptian mythology or greek mythology. ivory or scarlet. flute or lyre. opal or diamond. butterflies or honeybees. macarons or eclairs. (I dont like éclaires..not sorry). typewritten or handwritten. SECRET GARDEN or secret library. rooftop or balcony. spicy or mild. opera or ballet.( of course) london or paris. (Of courseeeeee). vincent van gogh or claude monet. denim or leather. potions or spells. (OF COURSEEEE.. but i love spells) ocean or desert. mermaids or sirens.(im sorry here but.what’s the difference..?). masquerade ball or cocktail party (love them so much)

Tag list (no pressureee): @peachywings @v1lsxe @nanasrealities @delicatelullaby @evesfate @a1sft @sozhuo

let's play ✨️

coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | vincent van gogh or claude monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party.

tagging to do this (no pressure!): @silvercatwriting, @sorenverse, @milkywaymilf , @eaux-fortes, @nettlegarden, @bellasrarezas.

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I just wanna…

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dans la vie..you do whatever you want..

(im still struggling to take off my pp..)

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Bon bah voilà voilà. (par contre depuis tout ta l’heure je teste vraiment toute les couleurs a part celle que j’ai et j’aime bien…i feel like im cheating on my color!!! again..just a color, just an account..ça va pas. BIG BREF)

idk what im doing

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Arghiuhqbcjkxubchijnx,k I DONT KNOW WHAT I WANT (ummmm go to sleep girl..)

idk what im doing

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SPEECHLESS. (literally gasp) the vibe arghhhh

WHAT A BUNCH OF A-HOLES. . .

a bunch of sad, emotionally constipated nobodies who accidentally saved the galaxy once twice countless times now (you're welcome).

VIOLETA SOLÉ , BIRDIE

runaway royal turned weapons whiz. solo smuggler with a knack for sabotage, punk, and surviving shit she shouldn’t. rocking pink hair, a sharper tongue, and a soft spot buried under six layers of sarcasm. found herself in the kyln and left with a crew of galactic morons—still not sure if that was an upgrade. definitely didn’t eat the last pack of oreos.

“technically it was an explosion, but in my defense, i didn’t know pressing that button would do anything.”

SOUNDTRACK: paranoid, black sabbath ⋆ should i stay or should i go?, the clash ⋆ psycho killer, talking heads

PETER QUILL , STAR-LORD

legendary outlaw, he says.

thinks he’s the main character. raised by pirates, emotionally stunted by 80s pop culture. flirts like it’s a full-time job. deep down? just a kid who misses his mom. knows way too many obscure earth references.

“dance off, bro!”

SOUNDTRACK: come and get your love, redbone ⋆ i ran (so far away), a flock of seagulls ⋆ hooked on a feeling, blue swede

GAMORA , THE DEADLIEST WOMAN IN THE GALAXY

adopted by a warlord. turned assassin. betrayed him. has trust issues and a mean right hook. if looks could kill, hers do. secretly the mom friend. don’t tell her.

“if one of you calls me mom one more time, i’m throwing you all into space.”

SOUNDTRACK: bad reputation, joan jett ⋆ barracuda, heart ⋆ seven nation army, the white stripes

REMUS LUPIN , NOCTURNE

shadow-born, void-touched, soft-eyed war machine. always tired. his power terrifies even him—so he wields it gently. but cross someone he loves and you’ll find out how many arms the dark has. sirius’s partner in crime (and in literally everything else).

“can you just shut the fuck up? thanks.”

SOUNDTRACK: the killing moon, echo & the bunnymen ⋆ starman, david bowie ⋆ bang a gong (get it on), t.rex

SIRIUS BLACK , MAVERICK

guns, knives, bite marks, and charm. looks like a rockstar, fights like a street dog. no powers, just pure unfiltered chaos and loyalty. will flirt mid-fight and still win. brings snacks to battles. don’t ask where from.

“i don’t need a weapon. i am the weapon. but like—pass me that one anyway, it looks sick.”

SOUNDTRACK: i wanna be your dog, the stooges ⋆ sympathy for the devil, the rolling stones ⋆ dude looks like a lady, aerosmith

DRAX , THE DESTROYER

revenge-fueled warrior with the body of a god and the social skills of a wet sponge. takes everything way to literal. will punch first and never ask questions. surprisingly great at metaphors now (he’s working on it).

“if someone insults you, just rip out their spine. then you don’t have to talk about your feelings.”

SOUNDTRACK: the immigrant song, led zeppelin ⋆ another one bites the dust, queen ⋆ i wanna be sedated, ramones

MANTIS , THE EMPATH

looks like a cinnamon roll, could knock you out with a single touch. empath with the heart of a poet and the social skills of a stunned baby deer. unhinged in the best way. emotionally devastating observations delivered in the softest voice.

"you feel so much. it’s beautiful. and very stupid."

SOUNDTRACK: dreams, fleatwood mac ⋆ strange magic, electric light orchestra ⋆ disintegration, the cure

ROCKET , RACCOON

a raccoon? no. a genius-engineered weapons specialist with aggression issues and zero filter. talks big. shoots bigger. mess with his tech and you’ll wake up duct-taped to a bomb.

“why talk when you can blow shit up and then talk?”

SOUNDTRACK: back in black, ac/dc ⋆ no sleep till brooklyn, beastie boys ⋆ sabotage, beastie boys

GROOT , just… GROOT

he is groot.

“i am groot.”

SOUNDTRACK: mr. blue sky, electric light orchestra ⋆ lean on me, bill withers ⋆ i am… i said, neil diamond

i would like to add that this post is HEAVILY inspired by this post from @jallydoof, you should go check her out!!

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and…that’s on skypin™ @v1lsxe my eyes just widened while my heart jumped (againnn!!)

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i’m gonna need you to tell me EVERYTHING about your s/o. like, everything. who liked who first? who made the first move? what’s he like with you???

miss violeta thank you i’ll be honored to respond this invitation you see(love u!!)

so……my dumb blond.

❄︎ who liked who first?

you’re asking the wrong girl (no you’re not, even maybe the most honest one). you know what’s funny. that’s the joke. that’s the tragedy. that’s the entire plotline.

he’d say me, i’d say him, pansy would say both, and blaise would just raise his brows like finally. but truly, it’s been there since the beginning in the worst possible way. the bickering, the tension, the way i used to rolled my eyes at him and he scoffed at me.

i think we started caring in canon. and i think we both tried not to fall. we failed beautifully.

❄︎ who made the first move?

technically me. technically him. technically war. technically a thousand missed moments that led to the one we finally couldn’t undo. we couldn’t. i couldn’t… I told myself it meant nothing. he kissed me like it meant everything. and then i said it would never happen again. it did. and again. and again. but all the little moves before that? the remembering things trough out those years i didn’t expect him to remember. yeah he did that. saying out loud he cared before i even admitted to myself. him again (unexpectedly).

❄︎ what’s he like with me??

you don’t want me to start, you really don’t (i say side eyeing with a smile.)

gosh. he’s so… he’s the worst. he’s insufferable. he’s smug and impossible. teases me like it’s his job, rolls his eyes and scoffs all that while staring at me like I hung the stars. he makes me furious.

and then… and then he turns around and asks why do I love that book so much followed by a meaningless ‘it’s not like I care’ just to make me say it. and then he’s different. so different. makes me laugh when I’m sad. or when he can’t find the words to apologized. it’s soft confessions before the morning sun hits where we’ll act like it didn’t happen, but won’t pretend like it didn’t. he can’t. I can’t. but also.. he’s tender with me. so much it ruins me. he has this way of saying my name like it’s something holy. the way he kissed the top of my head smiling. the way he mumble “the things i would do for you lina hudson’’ while im falling asleep on his chest. those small moments i made him truly himself and saw a whole new world. not malfoy. but draco..

…and me with him?

a disaster. a comedy. a full-blown poem about war and a thousand tenderness (*wink*). we’re not perfect. we fight, we care, we’re mess up, we’re idiots half the time. but we love each other like we were always going to. like we were meant to fight just to realized everything. its beyond ‘love’- but im shutting up..for now.

Im trying not to say too much cause there’s literally a post about it all in the oven (in my draft fighting with dust). im literally kicking my feet trying to not to say too much..!

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NOW THATS BESTIE SOULMATE CORE RIGHT THEREEE! love you both helppp I’m not okay now…!!!

okay wait. the way you wrote about your marauders dr best friend just cracked my ribcage open. what’s the vibe between you two? humor? Sense of caring for each other? an anecdote?? i want to hear it all!!🙂‍↕️

oh god. don’t get me started on pandora. actually no—get me started. immediately.

she’s my platonic soulmate. like, capital-S Soulmate.

not “we get along” soulmate. not “we have matching bracelets” soulmate. i mean our souls shook hands before we were born and agreed to cause problems together in this lifetime soulmate.

she is the moon to my chaos, the lavender-scented calm to my sports-bra-wearing, adrenaline-fueled rage. she braids spell-thread into my hair while i rant to her about how filch breathed in my direction wrong. she kisses my cheek every time she leaves a room. i squeeze her like a stuffed animal i’m afraid will vanish. we are obsessed with each other in the healthiest, most violently affectionate way imaginable.

vibe-wise? we’re laughter in the library and cuddles in the ravenclaw dorm. we’re me ranting about how filch gave me a weird look, and her patiently listening while humming and smudging my aura with a crystal she charged under the last full moon. it’s kisses on the cheek and aggressively stolen chocolate frogs. it’s “i found this weird rock and thought of you” and “i made you tea with flower petals in it, now sit and tell me everything.”

i sneak into her dorm just to nap in her bed. she lets me. it’s just understood.

anecdote? ok here:

she’s sitting in the courtyard, braiding something beautiful and enchanted out of clover and gold thread. i walk up behind her and absolutely tackle her in a hug. she just blinks up at me with this sweet little smile.

 “hi.”

 “did you send me that chocolate frog that sings Bowie?”

 “mhm.”

i kiss her cheek like i’m making a declaration of war.

 “i fucking love you.”

she just giggles like she knows.

and honestly? she does.

she knows how I love her. how I’d hex someone into another plane of existence for her. how I’d stand beside her through every weird, whimsical belief she has.

and I know she’d burn down the world if I asked.

she doesn’t believe in coincidence. she believes in magic. and the day we met, she looked at me like she’d just found proof that soul recognition is real. she remembers the first time i flopped beside her in the library and stole her sugar quill without asking. she remembers thinking, oh. there you are.

and YEAH. HERE I FUCKING AM.

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they’re watching me baldly….

so many good drafts but no motivation to finish them !!

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so great.!!🤏🤏🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

RETREAT

⛧ my room in my 90s band dr.

— welcome. this is the space where the lines between practicality and spontaneity are completely blurred and also yes I am a proud hoarder- I mean collector (same thing) and no you can’t and should not touch anything.

when I say that I don’t get over anything ever and that everything lingers in my head for extended periods of time, I believe my room is a evidence as everything I’ve ever owned is stored somewhere within these four walls, painted in blue to represent serenity and inspiration (I wasnt thinking all that when I painted them I was just being different)

— here we have a sample of things that I keep in here that matter a lot to me. this is my way of indirectly showing off (although it’s really not much)

♛ buttons, buttons, and more buttons. This is not even me pretending, I always had a thing for buttons that I would actually get in trouble for it cause I would ruin clothes just by tearing the buttons off and keeping them… just because. I really like keeping them in bottles and jars and slap time stamps on em’ so If I find them one day while cleaning it’s like a time capsule like “look at this jar of buttons from ‘87!!!” and nobody cares but me.

same with the heart shaped rocks except those are actually cool because I can’t wrap my head around the fact these rocks are shaped this way spontaneously. I’ve deluded myself into thinking that Mother Nature makes these rocks for me and gives them to me as little souvenirs. Let’s not act like these don’t matter I mean how many heart-shaped rocks have you seen in your lifetime? oh okay. Mother Nature loves me and she hates you.

the needles and threads are for the little modifications on my clothes whether it be adding a few patches to my jeans or whatever else I feel like doing. Did you know that I wanted to have a fashion based career before pursuing music? Before dropping out, my dream was becoming a fashion designer and I worked in one of those dry cleaning services in my underground days. I’m glad I never went through with it because it clearly isn’t a passion of mine, but at least i can avoid having wardrobe malfunctions on stage because I make my own clothes.

the dandelion jars are literally just wish jars, but I just found out that you can actually preserve these with like hairspray and stuff so that’s what I’ve been doing and it’s really cool because now I won’t have to worry about throwing them out, them falling apart or withering away inside the jar. another win for me.

that’s all. byeeeee!!!!

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you’re too real for thattttaahjnan

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