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ANIMAL: wolf or lion tbh (lioness specifically. i have reasons!!!) COLOR: white / purple MONTH: february SONG: spaceman  -  the killers NUMBER: 11 DAY OR NIGHT: night PLANT:  aconitum variegatum SMELL: sweat, ozone, fresh laundry SEASON: spring FOOD: mac ‘n cheese  (& it’s still josh keatons fault) ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: pisces ELEMENT: air, aether DRINK: coffee

tagged by:  @shieldedchild <3 tagging:  uhhhh @grimesucker, @fearfcrged, @savedgames, @countrywestern, and anyone who wants to steal it?

@grimesucker.

i read too quickly & thought shiro's name for dox was 'slut mom' 

he was considering changing it after receiving that text tbh

tag dump.

≠ ━ 「 lean on my pride; i’m a lion 」 musings. ≠ ━ 「 i’ll morph to someone else; defense mechanism mode 」 headcanon. ≠ ━ 「 though i am bruised / face of contusions / know i’ll keep moving 」 character study. ≠ ━ 「 got nothing but dreams inside 」 visage. ≠ ━ 「 trying to blow out the pilot light 」 aesthetic. ✧ ━ 「 prompt me 」 meme. ✧ ━ 「 prompt me 」 sentences. ↻ ━ 「 answered 」 ic. ↻ ━ 「 answered 」 ooc. ☆ ━ 「 only wrote this down to make you press rewind 」 psa. ☆ ━ 「 spread the love! 」 promo.

@grimesucker​ sent:  [text]: Quick question. What’s the protocol on going back to a bar after going home with one of their bartenders?

 tfln  ☆☆  accepting

[ txt: slum mom ]  you mean your boyfriend? [ txt: slum mom ]  i THINK you’re okay to go back [ txt: slum mom ]  protocol is not asking me about these things [ txt: slum mom ]  i don’t need to hear about your sexual exploits [ txt: slum mom ]  please & thanks

I tear amnesia apart, rise up as an armed and implacable reaper of what is happening to me, of what has happened to me.

Gently my emotions. Gently my distress over what is disappearing. Gently my wild urge to live.

— Abdellatif Laâbi, from “Chronicle of the Citadel of Exile,” In Praise of Defeat

@purposeclaimed   /   fantasy sc.

     ‘ lance, ’  amusement is EASILY felt through telepathic connection, and almost visible in the puff of breath that rises in a thin cloud from the werewolf’s maw.  ‘ it’s not that cold. ’

  he can feel the small dragon burying himself DEEPER into the thick white fur of shiro’s neck and, while it’s funny, it seems a bit excessive. the snow is falling gently in TINY FLAKES, and none has yet to remain on the ground for long. it’s a little CHILLY, sure, but nothing a dragon shouldn’t be able to handle. picking his way carefully through the undergrowth, shiro shakes his head.

     ‘ you’re being overdramatic. ’

☆ @stolenbystars​ is back!!! gets a thing

     “ hey. ”

  it’s a hushed attempt to get the other’s attention, coming from off to the side. shiro’s hesitant to draw the attention of adam’s parents, but then... he’s nervous about the attention he’s TRYING to get, too. cheeks flushed slightly, he runs a hand awkwardly through his hair and glances BRIEFLY off to the side once the other boy looks over.

     “ uhm. any chance you’re not too busy? i thought... maybe we could hang out? ”

ever want to just slash at your arm or some part of yourself bc killing yourself isn’t an option but you fucking need to do something?

my arms already have reasonably fresh scars from the last month or two and i just!!!! idk!!!! i can’t sleep today away too, so!!!!

Praise this body For nothing has killed it yet Even my own two hands

— Jill Khoury, from “Litany for Survival,” published in Inverted Syntax

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.