#wrungsong

[giantsorcowboys]

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[arch-wistcrias]

                she’d been all over europe in the past few months, from spain to portugal to italy to france. five nights in russia were followed by a week in norway, and a month in switzerland. she’d made friends and lost friends and in the process lost herself. coming back to amity park, she’d started to find herself again. there really was no place like home. though the idea of the world continuing to spin without her here was not something she was accustomed to, she was glad to see it had for dash. time away had done them both good. 

“ I’m proud of you, ” jazz said, all the while wondering how often he’d heard those words. “ better late than never. and you know... I always had a feeling you could. ” 

@wrungsong cont. 

[didntlie-blog]

his model was pretty impressive . it’s clear scott had put a lot of thought into it , and joyce could tell , loved it for that reason . ‘ it’s like you have your own little world in here , ’ she muses , sliding a gentle finger across the scenery .  there’s a semi permanent smile set at the corners of her lips . ‘ how long did this take to build ? ’

@wrungsong .

[erobret]

@wrungsong : shape of water au

          darkness . loneliness . isolation . taken from the rippling waves of the ocean and thrust into an enclosed metal chamber , waters tossing as none were gentle with her transportation . then moved to a tank , glass all around -- only to see shapes move past for she dared not get too close to the transparent walls of her prison . she often cried , a sorrowful lament that was muffled through thick glass . more of a humming they’d hear but wouldn’t fall under spell of her siren song .

[clericlost-a]

@wrungsong​  /  LUCAS asked WILL  : ‘is that blood?’

THE FOG BREAKS LIKE A WHIP THROUGH MISTED MIND  heavy / weighted / tethered to his soles  &  rooted somewhere even farther below ,  momentary  CLARITY  swirling through eardrum drains until it  LIFTS .  fissures out between trembling fingers  &  rains down in heard peripheral  ——  douses ice cold across his scalp until eyes cant over ,  a full-body  TWITCH  wracked from heightened awareness that he shields with a swivel closer to the source of the sound ;  LUCAS .

chilled gaze thaws ever so slightly ,  eyelids fluttering once ,  twice ,  processing the words on delayed record  SCRATCH  crackle .  struck strange ,  the question itself ,  continuing to stutter over turned around in his head until he bothers to take in line of  SIGHT ,  follows it to his own body  ——  near the wrist in particular .  another blink ,  &  he lifts his hand to eye level to inspect ,  a distant spark of surprise blooming between furrowed brow at the image of  RED  embedded beneath his nails ,  filling fingerprint labyrinths  &  trailing down his palm . ❝  i ...  ❞  INHALE / EXHALE ,  gears whirring backward in search of something as simple as basic recall  (  it should be simple ,  but his body has done things without his permission before  )  until the scarcest of  PRICKS  ignites along the back of his neck .  a beat ,  a second ,  REMEMBER ;  own fingertips ghosting across the knobs in his spine only to bury themselves there ,  dug deep into gooseflesh surface as if to  FREE  the  ——  thing shuddering there like it’s alive ,  like a slug coughed up in a sink ,  a foreign limb slithered down his  THROAT  ——  shivering beneath the skin ,  a  PARASITE .

no .  not anymore .  not again .  merely a  FEELING  this time ,  an awareness injected against one’s own will until he just  KNOWS ;  he’s back  (  he’s back he’s backhe’sback  )  ——  BREATHE /  FEEL ,  just a feeling .  one he can’t help but  ITCH  to get rid of ,  anxiety settled thick on the back of his tongue  &  tasting of acid swallow ,  jaw working ,  lungs expanding ,  &  he blinks back to the present .  registers  BLOODSTAINED  fingers for but a millisecond longer before wiping it on his pant-leg ,  gaze finally meeting  &  settling somewhere below his friend’s own .  ❝  it’s nothing .  just  ——  i’m okay .  ❞  there’s a pause that he wishes felt  UNNATURAL ,  less accustomed to in recent days ,  now that friends lie far more often than they used to .  ❝  PROMISE .  ❞

[duskgathers]

@wrungsong.

nightmares have driven him from the gryffindor’s common room to stroll outside. it’s a calm, temperate night -- one that harry enjoys being outside in, really. still, he can’t help but shiver, mind still plagued with memories. it’s in this half-dazed state that harry sees the familiar fair locks of luna lovegood walking outside -- although, as haunted as he was, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was hallucinating the younger student considering how late ( or early ) it was. 

‘ luna ! ’ he calls out, confident that no one would overhear considering how far from the castle they were. he jogs to catch up with luna, and he’s not even breathing hard by the time he arrives to her side. ‘ couldn’t sleep ? ’

[dirkgentle]

‘you have a cute laugh.’ / from todd

“ I have a cute EVERYTHING, Todd, but thank you for noticing! I have been trying, you know. Quite unlike you, I might add. YOU are so totally cute even when you don’t want to be! Makes me look all kinds of yikes in direct comparison --- I   r e a l l y   should have invested in a REVOLTING assistant, but alas. ”

[rainbowlandrusus]

wrungsong replied to your post “i’d die for jonah from boys in the trees and this is A FACT.”

get ready for the pain of having NO fandom n NO rpers!

WE WILL BE OUR OWN FANDOM AND RPERS.

[erobret]

AMI & TOKOYAMI 001

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains You raise me up to walk on stormy seas I am strong when I am on your shoulders You raise me up to more than I can be

@wrungsong

[gsarchived]

      the press isn’t anything foreign to her. even if she hadn’t stepped into the role of a stage magician until she was twenty, she had her entire childhood to watch her father and his fame. and even if she hadn’t had that, she’s over thirty now. it makes her feel old, but she’s had a decade to get to used to the hounding of the press.

zatanna squints one eye at the flash of the cameras, watching the men behind them scramble to get a good pic. if there was one thing she wish she could erase from the fame, it was the paparazzi. dark hair gets flipped over her shoulder as she turns back towards the blonde, lips pursing. ‘  are they following you, or me?  ’

@wrungsong.

[islestrandeda]

                              “       i’m going to be honest with you,      not that you deserve it but i like to think of myself as fair,      ----       “       who is she trying to kid      ?      she’s not fair.      not to those who have hurt her,       wronged her.      and sure,      it wasn’t specifically ben who wronged her,      it’s the people he happily surrounds himself with and that in uma’s eyes      ----       means he’s wronged her and he deserves everything that comes his way.        “       you can’t just click your fingers and expect everyone to fall in line,     ----            you’re not king over here,       far from it in fact.          “      if anyone’s going to rule beside uma it’ll be her number one,      harry,      and nothing,     not even vengeance on mal,      will change that.       if ben thinks he can come to the isle and give herself and her crew the      ‘      SECOND       BEST     :       COME      TO      AURADON,      I’M       SORRY      I     DIDN’T       CHOOSE      YOU      BEFORE       ‘       prize,      he better think again.      she’s not interested in him and his half     -     assed proposals,       they’ll get to auradon,      without his help.       she doesn’t need him,      no   -   one over here needs him.       /      starter call       @wrungsong​.

[tiimescout]

“my kink? love” / from mckinely!

❝ ----what is a kink? i always thought they were those knots you get in hoses. ❞ surely what connor was talking about had to be similar! though how a kink in a hose could have anything to do with love, arnold didn’t know. ❝ do you mean love gets your heart in a knot? ❞

// @wrungsong​

[tendercuriiosity]

@wrungsong   ❤’d

Amanda had followed Martin through backstreets and alleyways until they reached an abandoned car yard, smirking as he kicked down the poorly secured gate, and watched as he strode away; smashing windows, denting mental and howling as he went. After a moment she picked up her own bat, gripping it tightly and swinging at the nearest window she could see. Laughter bubbled up her throat but got caught when she heard a sound that wasn’t herself or Martin.

She spun around, bat ready to swing at the intruder when she froze at the sight, “What are you doing here?”

[seesgood]

❝ you’re really just like...cool, with all of this. ❞  her head cants to the side as she studies him, trying to figure out what his whole deal is. scott is his best friend, that’s obvious. but even then, she still doesn’t expect him to be as okay with everything as he is. and whats more is that they all seem fine with him being involved. he’s human. fragile. the elena of their group except --- he doesn’t have a flock of salvatores. ❝ aren’t you at all scared they’re gonna turn you into puppy chow? ❞

@wrungsong          /          starter call ! 

[cindercreated]

“ it seems a tad dramatic ” / from jonathan b ( v. let the magic begin )

Pressing her lips together, Ella nods mutely as they both watch a third year boy throw a fit at the fact his parents gave him only three gifts for his birthday this year. Crying, kicking and cursing seem to be his only forms of communication at this moment.

“We shouldn’t judge,” she says finally, “we don’t know what he is going through. Don’t you remember being that age? Everything seems like the end of the world.” says the wise seventeen year old, an age everyone knows gives a person full enlightenment. “It is… loud though.”

klei entertainment I accepting

[erobret]

@wrungsong : nagisa !

          love of the ocean but forbidden it was for is she were to be seen then there was no telling what would befall the little siren . a normal life was to be lived upon land --- as normal as one would hope . her beauty had gotten her far , her voice farther . life in the spotlight was what was given her and still it was not normal . thus schooling had been an option but often her mind wondered to the rolling waves that she could not go see .

          how she hated pools , never satisfying her with their chemicals and small spaces . it was all she was given , however . often times she went there to sink to the bottom , eyes skyward to imagine herself in the salt water embrace of the sea . some worried for they knew not of her abilities , just assuming she could hold her breath for quite a while . pink tresses floated about her face , humming echoing around her but too quiet to be heard from above the lazy ripples .