Soooooo I wrote this incredibly self-indulgent thing about Miles. I have many feelings about how he keeps himself so tightly in control. It's gotta go somewhere.
Disclaimer it's quite dark, so mind the trigger warning and keep yourself safe <3
TW: self-harm, not what I would consider graphic descriptions, but it is the central theme and way more than a mention
The lock clicks. He slips his suit jacket off. Loosens then removes his tie. Untucked, buttons undone. It’s all laid out on the bed. Step by step. Shoes set to the side and trousers swapped for silken pajama pants.
The bathroom door closes behind him. The second lock between him and the world. The shower comes on. Towel laid out on the counter.
His drawer, second down on the left. He pulls out the small black bag. Gold zipper. Supple leather. Inside, his collection. Three packs of new razor blades. An open pack of blades; used ones tucked into the back. A single hypodermic needle. A crafting knife. Two unopened band aids.
The rest of the drawer’s contents is ignored, antiseptic and suture kits, butterfly closures and rolls of gauze, in favor of practiced hands sliding the tin of blades from the bag and the blade from the tin.
He sits on the toilet, lid down. Elbow straight. Fist clenched. The first slice with a small inhale. Bright and sharp and stinging. Familiar and comforting. Line after line as red blooms from the wounds. The ecstasy second only to the Kiss. Rivulets follow gravity down. Strategically placed tissues catch the mess.
Stained crimson, they fall into the waste basket. He flexes his wrist, testing the pull of the broken skin, blots the last of the blood away. Blade inspected and stowed; everything returned to it’s place. Pajamas folded on top of the toilet, he steps into the shower.
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Hmm. I didn't want to do this, but after receiving a lot of harassment here and on Ao3 I'm debating abandoning ACOHAS. It is just... not fun to go there and expect negativity all the time about THAT ONE THING so my internet experience would be much better by simply stopping with that one fic BUT it also is the fic of my heart and I have so many arcs I want to complete, so I have really mixed feelings on it :(
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God I wish I could just talk about how good guardians of the galaxy volume 3 is without people thinking I'm a marvel enjoyer and that my standards are too low to properly evaluate the movie
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don can do wjatever he wants forever. don should be given a license to kill. no i dont think the boy who chose to stun a wild demon by throwing a rock at its eye instead of using his gun because ‘i figured if we didn’t have to kill it, that’d be best’ would use that license but he deserves it regardless
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last line tag 👀👀
thank you to the lovely @frenchiefitzhere @zozo-01 and @konnorhasapen for the tags - i'm TERRIBLY late to the party and can't remember who hasn't or hasn't been tagged, so consider this an open tag for today!
The flap of a butterfly's wing, the tornado that topples the Spire. It all begins and ends with water, nowadays. Would this all be true, if I didn't care for you? Caught, as ever, in your own crossfire.
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oh, i can't help myself - just one more!
The pressure builds and builds, smashed flat against the surface of the sky, narrowing and narrowing until it's needle-sharp and spiteful. One way or another, this will be the end of it all. Hot and cold and death electric. Something's got to give.
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Its hard to believe it at first but you absolutely will find someone better than your ex, in fact you'll find several. You'll be surrounded by amazing people sooner or later, just take care of yourself, be gentle, dont give up. It takes time and when you're in pain it feels like an eternity, but you will wind up somewhere better 💜
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Maybe being held while crying is good actually
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waiitt i just remembered the promised neverland existed. exists, present tense. i have no idea if it was actually good or if i was just like 13 but that shit scratched a crucial and oft-neglected fiction genre itch of watching small children Go Through It Like Just Having Genuinely The Worst Time You Can Imagine without any support from adults/with active hostility from adults who have way more power over them. which. is putting into perspective some of my own childhood and anyway that was probably the most tense i have ever been watching anything in my life that shit was horrifying. full body clenching my way through like 12 episodes of television. im gonna go watch it teehee
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