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Omg D ory are you back? <3 :-)
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“  these are howls of impotent rage;  forget them ,  dearest ;  you and I have the power ;  we two shall bring good order to our house at least .  ”   —  the himitsu twins : womb to tomb .   credits
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paniceia · 3 years
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@hayvani canım ... @dettached hanım ...
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paniceia · 3 years
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whoever is holding onto the thighrell url  . . .   how does it feel to possess so much power and not use it 
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paniceia · 3 years
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👉👈 small hiatus 👉👈
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paniceia · 3 years
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Tonight (March 17 2021) in Atlanta, at least eight workers are dead after a series of targeted shootings in massage spas. The shooting is the latest in escalating Anti-Asian hate crimes, which have increased nearly 150% over the past year alone.
Below are a few links to organizations to consider supporting, all of whom are fighting for the rights of AAPI, as always feel free to add on any (credible) links or updates:
Gofundme for the AAPI Community Fund
Stop AAPI Hate
Asian Americans Advancing Justice
Red Canary Song
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paniceia · 3 years
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@pahriya​  😔😔😔😔😔​
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paniceia · 3 years
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paniceia​:
vampire nuns
what people think i meant : sexy vampire nuns  what i actually meant :    :) 
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paniceia · 3 years
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iravide​ .
happiness  softens  itself  against  his  barbed  tongue  like  a  dissolving  pill.       a  smile  weaved  of  its  own  falsehood,     a  face  strained  beneath  the  faint  imprint  of  worry       (        A  HOSPITAL  BED  POISED  BEHIND  THEM   :       the  scene  is  one  aching  with  its  own  brutal  tension,      frenchie’s  eyes  held  closed,       his  breathing  laboured        —       fucking  dickhead  couldn’t  stop  himself  from  taking  a  dander  right  into  harm’s  way       ).       the  worry  -  ripe  lines  on  his  face  grow  slack  at  the  sound  of  paws,     golden  dog  finding  burrowing  warmth  in  the  room.    ‘     OH,   THEY’RE  A  PAIN  IN  THE  ARSE  WHEN  THEY’RE  YOUNG,    AREN’T  THEY?      what’s  the  lady’s  name?       ‘
this  dollop  of  honey  made  flesh ,      made  soft ,      the  pad - pad - padding  of  paws  until  a  wet  nose  the  colour  of  olives  demands  attention  in  the  warmth  of  his  palm ,      a  nuzzle  for  a  HELLO  MISTER!  ,      a  lick  as  an  improvised  slab  of  steak  over  a  wound ,      a  promise  that  whatever  is  broken  has  the  power  to  heal  itself  back .      THE  MONITORS  SPEAK  A  FOREIGN  TONGUE ,     private  anachronisms  in  the  landscape  of  a  heart ,    drugged  peaks  and valleys  in  fluorescent  green . 
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 ‘    AND  YET  THEY  GROW  UP  SO  FAST ;    allow  me  to  introduce  you  to ----  MAXIMILLION  PEGASUS  !     max   enjoys  romantic   walks  on  the  beach ,    pets  behind  the  ear ,    and  lots ,   and  i  mean  lots  of  heart - shaped ,   strawberry - flavoured  treats !     max  ,   meet  -----  ?   ’    a  dramatic  pause  to  allow  the  other  to  fill  in  the  blanks .
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paniceia · 3 years
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pov:   it’s 1999 and you’re watching the matrix for the first time
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paniceia · 3 years
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matrix  rpc  rise 
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paniceia · 3 years
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vampire nuns
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paniceia · 3 years
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𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙸'𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁
ONE ( ALIAS / NAME ):  dory<3 
TWO ( BIRTHDAY ):  february 27 
THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ):  pisces sun , libra rising <3 girlboss moon<3
FOUR ( HEIGHT ):   162cm ....... 
FIVE ( HOBBIES ):  writing ,  i say as i barely write ,  making ugly collages ,  unironically reading academic papers . 
SEVEN ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ):   i haven’t read a book in so long but ------ the other dream by vladimir poleganov 
EIGHT ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ):        :) 
NINE ( LAST SHOW WATCHED ): bory and betul forced me to watch t100 
TEN ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ):   i’m so dumb i don’t understand whether this means what inspired me to write / come up w my muses or what usually gets me in the right mindspace .  in the case of the former ,   i either stumble upon a character from a movie / show i haven’t watched but whose idea / design i dig  or   it’s an exploration of themes of family / found family / morality vs amorality / salvation in religion / and just all sorts of juxtapositions !��  in the case of the latter ,  music<3 ,  and the original source material for canon muses
ELEVEN ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ):  it’s a play on ‘panacea’ , except with ‘panic’ thrown in the mix to spice it up <3
tagged by:  @cansizlar   &   @imbalanceofpower  (  i hold ur hands gently<3  ) tagging:   @iravide ,    @lovetoretm  ,   @wickean ,    @herhaunt  ,   @godles  ,  @oncetragic  ,   @melancholya  ,   @hamlt   &   anyone who wants to do it 
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paniceia · 3 years
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          vincent graves,   a crime-based original character as featured on  #lovetoretm.     [   an independent and selective multimuse   /   by emery.   ] 
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paniceia · 3 years
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  inbox  call  !
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NAKATOMI  BUILDING .   once  a  millennium  star  at  the  heart  of  los  angeles ,  now  a  graveyard  of  jewelled - glass  which  he  has  to  wade  through  barefoot .      THE  FLOOR  IS  LAVA!     except  it  wasn’t ,   it  was  a  carpet  of  cellophane  that  could  CUT ,  CUT ,  CUT  into  ribbons  the  soles  of  his  feet ,  it  was  a  virgin  territory  of  shards  and  he  was  her  colonizer .     (   𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙳  𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁  𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳   ) .     each  step  stings ,   presses  a  bloodied  sunset  into  the  floor .   ONE  SMALL  STEP  FOR  A  MAN ,  ONE  GIANT  LEAP  FOR  --------   shit .     pain  buries  its  baby  teeth  deep  and  dull .     amid  the  profanities  that  coat  his  mouth  like  wax ,  there  are  stuck  words  ---  the  whats  and  the  hows  and  the  why  me .  
HE  OFTEN  WONDERS ,  when  did  his  memory  yield  to  muscle  memory   ?     for  how  long  has  his  identity  been  held  together  by  scar  tissue   ?      his  heart  was  a  transplanted  time  bomb  ;    each  tick  beats  paroxysms  into  his  reflexes .     each  breath  an  origami  cosmos ,  a  deleuzian  echo  ------   SHOOT ,  KILL ,  SHOOT ,  KILL ,  SHOOT ,  KILL .    how  many  times  have  you  died ,    JOHN  MCCLANE ?   you  walking  mausoleum ,  you  camphor ,  you  ballistite ,   you  spark  at  the  end  of  gunbarrel .   
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‘   what  gave  it  away ?  ’    smile  caught  in  the  snare  of  grit - teeth ;  more  a  slit  across his  face  than  a  grin .   ‘   could  use  a  cigarette  ‘   a  pause  ‘   or  shoes .  ‘   an  afterthought .  
[  meme :  " looks like you need some help . "   @wickean​   ]
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paniceia · 3 years
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opinions? 
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