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[ why be passive aggressive when you can be aGGRESSIVE AGGRESSIVE ]

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he can't help but smile at her enthusiasm, nodding. 

                   "yes, grandma and grandpa. and                     aunt teresa and uncle gio and--                     everyone. everyone is coming."

he leans back against the counter, runs a flour-covered hand through his hair. 

                    "correct. but?" 

he's smiling. 

                    "there's something else in there."

        “Grandma and grandpa?!”                          It’s said with excitement, of course – is                          Thanksgiving really that close? Either                          way, she’s thrilled – because what eleven                          year old isn’t excited to see their grandma                          and grandpa – especially when you don’t                          have school?         With a smile spread across her lips and the spoon         offered in front of her, she does as told -- the flavor         spills over her tongue and she nods in approval.                                      "Triple chocolate fudge?"

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Who would you use as a fem face claim for Octavius?

frankly, and i’m just gonna be. totally honest here. i don’t like cis-swaps. as a trans person, it makes me feel like you’re equating gender with genitalia, and saying “let’s slap boobs and a vagina on this person. now they’re a girl.” i’m fine with trans head-canons, but yeah. there’s only one cisswap blog i’ll likely ever interact with and i’m just. not a huge fan of the whole thing. sorry!

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okay. okay. like this for a starter. let's see if i can get back into this tonight.

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hi i’m here on mobile and three things:

1. i know i was gone a long time. i’m working through some personal shit, so my presence is going to be spotty at best until i’m not at the hospital every night after school.

2. because of stress and anxiety and a host of other things, i’m only keeping three of my blogs active: this one, hawkeye, and my personal.

3. i’m trying really hard to get a good fresh start, so i’m going to drop a lot of threads. if you want to continue a thread, or you want to plot, hop into my inbox. i’ll make a starter call later tonight.

okay, i think that’s it? hi i’m r and i’m a piece of shit. but i missed you guys so much and i can’t wait to be back full time.

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             all my blogs are officially on semi-hiatus! i start school tomorrow. and i won’t be home, most days, until 6 pm because of rehearsals. and then i need to do homework. i’ll try and get on as much as possible, but y’know, i don’t wanna stress myself out unneccesarily. this is supposed to be my escape, so that’s what i’m keeping it as. if you need me, my skype/ig/twitter/kik are all available to mutuals, and my personal blog is over at ableismkills. love u!

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                             some      legends       are told.                              some turn to   dust  or to gold.                              but you will (   remember  ) me                              for        C  E  N  T  U  R  I  E  S.

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starter call!!!

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❝NOT HAWKETTE. NOT LADY HAWKEYE. NO, JUST HAWKEYE.❞

                                                        BLOG ★ INFO ★ ASK 

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We kissed. Breathed the stardust dangling around us. And in the dark, illuminated. The universe shouted at the top of my soul’s lungs “I’m alive!” And everything suddenly had meaning. All the poems and all the paintings I’ve met before suddenly came rushing into me like one great flood of emotions. Finally your eyes spoke “Yes you are, dear.”

(j.d.a)

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[[ SCREAMS FOREVER ABOUT TINY OTP ]]

I KNOW TRUST ME I KNOW IT'S ALL EM'S FAULT SHE STARTED THIS. SHE PUT US ON THIS TRAIN.

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octavius' mind really only sticks on a few words. (he's allowed to be a little distracted, okay? emotional vulnerability. look it up. he did.) first thing: never is a heavy promise. but jedidiah looks so sure that octavius can't NOT trust him.

and then there's-- well. he feels like his brain has short-circuited and all he can think is jedidiah, jedidiah, love, love, love. like a prayer. like a hymnal. like something not even the gods can look at without squinting.

                      "i love you. te amo,                        te amo, jedidiah."

a kiss, pressed as gently as possible to jedidiah's mouth. it's like he's walking on glass that could shatter at any minute and he doesn't even know why. he doesn't even thin he CARES, really. as long as jedidiah stays right where he is; with him.

❝ embarrassed? ❞

   ❝ me? ❞

    ❝ naw. i don’t know th’        meanin’ of th’ word. ❞

his words were but a whisper; a hint of his trademark smile creeping up on the corners of his lips. 

  ❝ i jus’ play it off that way      sometimes ‘cause i… ❞

     ❝ i git conflicted. ❞

         ❝ ‘cause on th’ one hand,              there’s me an’ you. and              trust me when i tell ya,              boy, what we have ain’t              never gonna stop. ❞

   ❝ but on th’ other….. ❞

now he’s hesitant; biting back his own words for fear of making octavius even MORE nervous and/ or worried.

   ❝ on th’ other…there’s th’       rest’a our family. ❞

   he glances back at octy’s face again;    checking to see if he’d opened his eyes    again. 

        ❝ octavius. ❞

 and now his other hand is coming  up, gloveless as well, to cup the other  side of the Roman’s face. 

             ❝ hey. jus’ know that…                 that i love ya, okay? ❞

          ❝ an’ that’s the truth. ❞

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yep yep yep i'm gonna be on xridinghood or solliicitus for the rest of the night. the thought of school is terrifying and i'm gonna avoid it the best i can. help m e.

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he leans into jedidiah's touch without thinking about it, but still barely meets the other's eyes. it's embarrassing, really, that he's so NERVOUS about this. he feels like he's stumbling around, unsure of everything. no-- no, that isn't quite true. there is one thing of which he's 100% positive. saying it, though, is proving more difficult than any battle.

                 "i know, i know. i-- you                   have to believe that i                   do, jedidiah. it's just--                   new. and intense."

he turns his head slightly, presses a kiss to jed's wrist. his own hands reach out almost greedily, wanting any contact he can get, and land softly around jedidiah's waist.

                "you're sure-- about us? you                  really aren't..."

a quiet exhale; eyes closing of their own accord.

               "...embarrassed?"

❝ ——what is it, octavius? ❞

   ❝ tell me, dammit. ❞

     ❝ don’t leave me out t’dry. ❞

and now he’s concerned; heart sinking at the tone of the other’s voice. 

   ❝ hey. ❞

  ❝ look at me, pardner. ❞ 

   an un-gloved hand is now     roughly cupping octavius’s    face; bringing it around to make    sure he had his full attention. 

      ❝ i ain’t ashamed’a us. ❞

   ❝ this? this feelin' between us? ❞

he gestures between them with his free hand; briefly placing his  palm on octy’s chest. 

   ❝ it’s electric. it’s like…there’s       a thousand volts’a electricity       flowin’ ‘tween us right now. ❞

   ❝ and i know you feel it too. ❞

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What are your opinions are roleplaying with OCs?

shrugs i mean i'm all for it. i love ocs and im totally cool with rp'ing with them. i just gotta have access to a bio/about u feel ?? and we have to be mutuals but that's just an all-around rule for me

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                                                  there are S T O R I E S.                                                   stories about w o l v e s                                                   and girls. B O T H have                                                   s h a r p            t e e t h.

                                                 (  fandomless little red.  )

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whispers ACCENT

2/10!!