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disliking miles is a red flag for gwen, btw. if you don't like miles... get it together.

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complete graphic overhaul <3 pinned post is next.

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the thing about gwen is that she's not a "girlhood is grief" "girlhood is godhood" sort of girlie. girlhood is her mother brushing her hair and calling her gwenie and loving her so completely that gwen won't ever feel Unloved again because the memory of that love is so ripe. girlhood is mj who argues with her about everything doing her make up before the shows. girlhood is glory falling asleep on her shoulder and betty laughing with her over coffee and their tiny shitty apartment filled with things that remind them of each other. girlhood has never been grief to gwen it's always been the very absence of grief. it's not even godhood it's just love. love in its purest girm.

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complete graphic overhaul <3 pinned post is next.

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🕷️      @ofsoul    ›    raven said . . .        i'm not judging you. i'm trying to figure out what happened to you.     ›    still accepting.  

gwen is sat on the couch. she is trying not to think about the weary, bone - deep exhaustion that rattles beneath her skin ( she must be holding someone else's tiredness, because it feels like more than one person should be made to endure ). she is trying to look at raven and not see the black spots that crawl across her vision. there is a bruise growing over her shoulder, a black eye clearing itself up on her face. her mask is in her hand, blonde hair puffed up from being shoved inside of it. when she lifts her head from the safety of her hands, she's met with raven's concerned face. " i'm not trying to be difficult, honestly . . . listen, i was fighting alongside kon and then, boom, he turned around and threw a punch at me. that's all i know about it. maybe he's gone dark side. "

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gwen truly believes love is enough. for anything. for everything. she fixes everything can be fixed if there's more love. she thinks you can do anything if there's love there.

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&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

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sparkle emoji. like this for a starter!

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the rabbit hutch, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from the rabbit hutch by tess gunty.

you really have a way of rolling with the punches.

you don't think people will believe me?

i know people won't believe me. they can't.

you don't know me. you don't know if i'm good or bad.

i tend to make irresponsible claims before i've had my coffee.

in all my years of prayer, god has never once called me back.

you're just a series of messy, contradicting behaviors, like everyone else.

i had a dream that you were the bogeyman. can you believe it?

if it gets to be too much, you can and should leave.

i want applause at my funeral.

money's not always enough, you know.

i try, and it doesn't come to me. motherhood just doesn't come to me.

i just want a life that's a little more lifelike. don't you?

why the hell would you stay?

i'm smart enough to understand that i'm not that smart.

you're trapped inside yourself no matter how many degrees you get.

i'm not judging you. i'm trying to figure out what happened to you.

you're going to risk your life for pizza?

promise you won't worry about me, okay?

you're not nice, but you're kind.

it's like the earth was trying to swallow me whole.

i'm never alone when i'm with you.

you don't happen to have a cigarette, do you?

are you here alone?

the ordinary can transform you, too.

it's like if manslaughter were a place.

you're a terrible actor. please tell me what's wrong.

____ is my number one love language.

are you on drugs?

i didn't know what to do, so i lied.

it could be transcendence. or a panic attack.

do you think not talking about it is going to help?

i'm so proud of you, no matter what.

you can see a hell of a lot, when you look.

you can't trust a man with an empty face.

just stay safe out there. keep an eye out. i'm very intuitive.

human tenderness is the last real thing.

it just started to rain. you're welcome to stay a little longer, if you want.

it's gonna be okay. we'll be okay.

you look like someone who's never slept through the night.

why can't you be normal?

it was an act of alien warfare.

i want to guillotine the whole internet, before it guillotines me.

let's be high for this conversation.

i am so sick of violence against women disguised as validation.

we think we want to kill each other, but what we really want to kill is the cage.

i'm trying to love everyone and drain myself of self, you know?

i think i hate you.

you can hit me harder than that.

you will never touch any version of me again.

i kept your secret because i mistook it for mine.

we could have been friends, in another life.

i'm so afraid i can barely breathe. it feels like a panic attack all day.

you don't have to feel like this.

the devil sneezed on me at birth. that's why i'm so bad.

don't look. i'm going to kiss you, but you'll never be able to prove it.

you're not afraid to get real. i love that.

i don't have an emergency contact.

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are we just ignoring the prospect of gwen and hobie jamming together

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gwen has a soft animal for a body. it begs her for mercy as she tries to avoid johnny's gaze, escaping the bruised sympathy that seems to spin free from him. when his gentle voice hits her body, she curls in on herself and makes another wounded noise ( it is not exactly a sob : it is a tremble of noise, a cruelty dealt to her own body ). his arm is held out towards her and she presses her hands against it, falling against him like she's intent to empty her grief out in the space against his chest. only then does she begin to truly sob, the noise breaking free from the ruthless crown of her mouth . . . she drops her heartbreak into his lap and feels pathetic for not knowing how to collect herself. " sorry, sorry, i shouldn't have come here. " even as she says those parting words, she buries her head in his shoulder, letting the shaking of her body be absorbed by him. " i can't even explain it, i just-- i lost someone and they can't come back. i lost . . . i lost someone. "

the   night   trembles   beneath   the   artillery   shells   of   rain ;   flinching   at   the   door   like   an   animal   that   has   only   ever   known   the   touch   of   a   cruel   hand.   it   cowers   away   from   the   lamp - lit   warmth   of   his   apartment ,   slinking   back   as   if   shamed   by   wreckage   it   has   so   clearly   wrought.   gwen   stands   before   him   like   the   sistine   chapel   of   tragedy ;   like   she   is   the   dirge - soaked   epicenter   of   pain   upon   which   fate   delights.   his   heart   breaks   for   her.   for   what   she   must've   been   through.   plans of the night forgotten , he's   at   her   side   in   an   instant.   crossing   the   room   before   he   even   realizes   he's   moving.   “ hey ,   none   of   that.   you   know   you're   always   welcome   here. ”   he   chides   gently ,   voice   cut   sick   with   concern.   he   extends   an   arm   in   open   invitation ,   easily offering   up   the   promise   of   a   gentle   embrace   if   she   wants   it.   “ talk   to   me ,   gwen.   what's   going   on? ”   

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🕷️      @arachstar    ›    hobie said . . .        we'll go, together.     ›    still accepting.     

hobie's apartment is a safe place. she has a spare set of clothes shoved away in his drawers and a toothbrush in his bathroom : there's a little slice of life she has carved out here ( they are spread out on his couch . . . her legs are sprawled out, knees pointed in odd directions, her body transformed into the outline of easy comfort ). there's a burger in her hands that is bigger than her entire head, from the place down the street that they both like, the one where the smiling cashier calls her gaia. she takes bite after bite, letting her cheeks blow out into chipmunk - like proportions. she tugs a blanket, curled over the side of his couch, over the both of their laps with one grease - stained hand. she'd bought it as a present for him. a little market just around the corner that was only open on sundays, where the sun spilled its grime over the streets, where people bumped shoulders and didn't stop to smile apologetically. she liked how ghostly their ignorance made her feel. " i don't know . . . what if the whole club thing isn't my thing? what if my thing is something a lot more --- lame? are you going to eat those fries? "

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🕷️      @ithas    ›    victor said . . .        do i sound pessimistic? i do not mean to be.     ›    still accepting.     

the ticket to her concert sits on the table between them. gwen has been sucking on an iced coffee that tastes too much like cinnamon ( it had been recommended to her by mj . . . maybe the other was trying to poison her, one disgusting drink at a time ). though it burns her tongue, she takes another too generous sip just so she doesn't have to speak for another beat. " yeah, " she sighs, eventually. she pushes the coffee beside the ticket, palms lying flat against the table. it was a busy morning --- people came and went around them with the same ferocity of nervous butterflies. a server hovers near their table and doesn't leave until gwen nods them away, awkward and graceless while sleep still clings to her. " you sound like an asshole. sorry, i was trying to think of a nice way of saying that and i couldn't, so . . . are you coming or not? 'cause i can give the ticket to someone else. if you don't want to come. it's no big deal. "

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🕷️      @arachnidiots    ›    liam said . . .         i haven't been here for a long time, remember?        ›    still accepting.     

gwen is sat on the edge of her bed, hoping her roommates don't hear them. mj is at her worst when she's nosy : she takes a sporadic and often well - meaning interest in gwen's life ( every few months, she insists on caring but gwen has gotten very good at fending off her attempts at friendship ). liam's shirt, which has more colour than all of gwen's wardrobe, has been replaced with one of gwen's oversized black ones. she has turned the radio up until it turns frizzy and complicated in the space between them . . . liam's words break through the silence. " yeah, i know, " gwen sighs, wanting the subject to drop away into nothing between them. she forces herself to keep talking, though. it feels like they're being plucked from her. " sorry. i've been really shitty about seeing people lately. i . . . it's been hard. "

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i think pretending like gwen and mj are the bestest of friends is the wrong call

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🕷️       @torchies    ›    johnny liked . . .         for a starter!         ›    still accepting.     

gwen is lit from the inside out with her own embarrassment. there's a wound in her stomach, a black hole opening up and eating the sky alive ( peter had loved comic books so much : she wonders if the heroes had ever died in the stories he read . . . she wonders how much time she really has left, considering the trauma her body endures every night ). she leans on the frame of his door, still soaked from the rain outside. everything hurts, inside and out, and she doesn't know how to tell him that in a way that makes sense. her eyes burn. the pain between her shoulders is ruthless, like wings had been snipped from that pale place, like a part of her body had recently been stolen from her. " i'm sorry, " she says, voice a soft croak. " i didn't know where else to go. "

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🕷️       @ghstbrthr     ›    sam liked   . . .         for a starter!         ›    still accepting.     

they're sat together in front of a billboard, gwen's fingers warm around a burger the size of her face. below them, so far below that everything comes as whispers, traffic hustles by. she's glad that she doesn't have to deal with rush hour traffic anymore : she can be anywhere she wants with just a flick of her wrist ( she doesn't really get invited out to places anymore, though, so she supposes the rush wouldn't matter to her ). behind them is a half - faded advert for a perfume brand that had been discontinued in the 90s. when was the last time anyone was even up here? she felt like an urban explorer . . . maybe she should start a youtube channel. speaking of which -------- " all i'm saying is, if you're gonna upload facts about me to your silly twitter, they should at least be true. i'm 5'7, not 5'5. "