I Tear Amnesia Apart, Rise Up As An Armed And Implacable Reaper Of What Is Happening To Me, Of What Has

me: *points to space* !!!!!!

friend: ????

me: *points to space more violently* !!!!!!!!!

UGH, tfw you’re trying to find something for reference that was from like, one or two blogs ago, written by someone else, and you don’t remember if you reblogged to save or only liked. much less for sure which blog it was on.

nightiingaled‌  /  kit.

❤️ for a starter || @kienokoru​

Rage. It does not make her, it does not become her. Or so she tries to remind herself. But it does exist, in abundance. A river running deep within her veins, deeper than pain, deeper than the nanites. Or was it SORROW?

❝ I hate them! I hate them ! I hate — ❞

Loud bangs echo over her shrieks in the derelict hangar, fists making contact with steel. Steel bends under the burden of her force and crimson splatters like paint in her wake. Again and again, Kit’s rage stained the steel, a masterpiece of emotion and fear.

Behind all the violence, another sound — footsteps. Blinded with rage, Kit launches loose debris at the intruder with a warning wail.

  while he’s not certain what he’s expecting to come across as he tracks down the source of the loud noises, he knows it can’t be GOOD. of this, shiro grows more certain with each step closer, with each increase in volume as he closes in. of course, he’s proven right as he enters the hangar and his gaze finds kit. ---kit, dented steel, and RED spread across it.

     “ whoa whoa whoa, hey--- ”  pace quickening in an instant, he only pauses to dodge out of the way of the thrown debris.  “ kit, hey--- ”

he knows he has to be careful. anyone in such an emotionally volatile state can be potentially dangerous, but kit can be that much more so if she chooses to be. that said, shiro tosses concern for himself out the window and, once he reaches her, he GRASPS for her hands. it’s part to prevent her from causing herself more damage, and part an effort to ground her, to bring her back to the moment. touch always helps him when he has his own episodes, so he hopes it’ll do the same for her.

     “ kit, ”  he starts again, tone gentler but still with enough FORCE to hopefully reach her.  “ kit, look at me. ”

wow hey guys, remember me?

‘how do i interact with you’

write me a starter. send me an ask. punch me in the fucking face i don’t care just write with me

People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them and their response is “you’re safe with me” – that’s intimacy.

Taylor Jenkins Reid (via 9realms)

shieldedchild​.

“Okay, fair, but…” True to their sibling nature, she snatched his prosthetic hand and splayed out his fingers like they were hers to splay.

“Consider this: I could paint your nails, or your approximate to fingernails. I could do jet-black, so you could be discreet and fashionable.”

     “ yeah? ”  stifling an amused chuckle at her suggestion, he flexed his fingers, head tilting slightly to one side. fashion had never been something that came to mind when he thought of katie, but if she was THIS invested in customizing his arm, he could indulge her a little.

     “ that would be a lot more subtle. alright, let’s do it. ...do you even have any nail polish around here? i don’t think i’ve ever seen you paint your nails. ”

new theme, just bc i can.

shiro cried a lot as a kid. he’s always been a very emotional person, has always felt his emotions strongly, and as a boy he had little handle on controlling them. he’d get overwhelmed easily and when frightened, worried, anxious, sad, and even when happy enough, he’d often start to cry. it wasn’t until he was in his teens that he finally started managing to control these sorts of reactions.

You’ll get there one day kid, happy birthday 🖤

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