I’m  Alive  I  Just  Don’t  Have  The  Energy  Yet  To  Write  Stuff  Atm.   super 

i’m  alive  i  just  don’t  have  the  energy  yet  to  write  stuff  atm.   super  drained  by  life.

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4 years ago

    in  any  sense  of  words  left  in  him ,   𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳  𝘪𝘴  𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥.

    he  had  never  travelled  before  in  his  life,   cooped  up  only  in  stifling  corners  of  black  rooms  and  choking  smell  of  blood  in  dark  rooms,   until  a  few  months  later  have  seen  him  in  SWEDEN.    overwhelming  than  baltimore  and  its  woods,  with  bustling  crowds  and  big  bricked  houses  and  having  nowhere  familiar  to  run  to;  and  yet,   he  finds  familiarity  in  the  dark  at  the  back  of  a  truck,   with  sharp  and  cold  metal  promising  hurt  by  the  men  who  drove  it  somewhere.

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                        ‟     ...    ❜      he  stayed  still  behind  crates,  smelling  gunpowder  and  high  risks  of  uncertainty  especially  as  with  every  bump  on  the  road,  he  can  only  hear  the  wild  racing  of  his  heart  and  the  heat  of  his  mother’s  palm  on  his  cheeks.   careless,   reckless,   useless   —— surely  by  now  with  the  reminders  of  the  tip  of  his  father’s  wrath  on  his  skin,   alex  would’ve  learned  a  hell  of  a  curve.

    unfortunately,   getting  separated  on  their  first  international  getaway  is  unintentionally  not  on  his  list;   and  hopefully,   the  german  words  drilled  into  him  before  they  get  there  is  enough  to  keep  him  alive.   before  then,   escaping  capture  from  an  accidental  kidnapping  - -   alex  made  sure  not  to  make  a  trace  of  life  when  he  chose  this  as  a  hiding  spot  - -    is  the  topmost  priority.    honestly,   he  should’ve  checked  the  truck  first  if  there’s  someone  in  there  before  he  jumped  in  to  hide ...    STUPID  !  

                                   ▬▬▬▬  &;   @russianllterature​​  , plotted.


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5 years ago
Some Graffiti Near My Dad’s House. “The Urge To Destroy Is Creative”. Do You Believe That?  Fionn
Some Graffiti Near My Dad’s House. “The Urge To Destroy Is Creative”. Do You Believe That?  Fionn
Some Graffiti Near My Dad’s House. “The Urge To Destroy Is Creative”. Do You Believe That?  Fionn
Some Graffiti Near My Dad’s House. “The Urge To Destroy Is Creative”. Do You Believe That?  Fionn
Some Graffiti Near My Dad’s House. “The Urge To Destroy Is Creative”. Do You Believe That?  Fionn
Some Graffiti Near My Dad’s House. “The Urge To Destroy Is Creative”. Do You Believe That?  Fionn
Some Graffiti Near My Dad’s House. “The Urge To Destroy Is Creative”. Do You Believe That?  Fionn
Some Graffiti Near My Dad’s House. “The Urge To Destroy Is Creative”. Do You Believe That?  Fionn

Some graffiti near my dad’s house. “The urge to destroy is creative”. Do you believe that?  Fionn Whitehead in HIM miniseries (2016)


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4 years ago

AFTG INDIE RP MASTERLIST!

               i’ve revamped it from the old one because i accidentally deleted it so here we are! to be added either message @vixexyn or reblog this post with your info in the tags (character name / canon or oc or verse)


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4 years ago

░  ┊   @gcroinya​  。• ◞ 

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@jozthen​ said:  it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

Inquisitive gaze lingers,  scolding and relentless.   One that wordlessly whispers  ‘should’ve known better’  every chance it gets.   Words are not needed,  her expression says it all and,  really,  is there something left to say but at all?   Sometimes a bruise is just a bruise,  god knows she had her fair share of those marking every inch of pale skin;  like a map of violence,  only there was never any treasure to find. 

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“Listen,  kid,  you might have charm,  but your right hook is abysmal.”     She holds nothing back,  rarely does.   Not that bite that drips form her words,  not that grin that tugs at the corners of her mouth.   Learning how to defend oneself is vital,  at least in her books,  and that will be the topic she settles on.   Not the bruise,  pale and blue,  not the implication that it carries.

Water drips down her wrist from the bag of ice she’s holding.   They ran out of ice-packs long long time ago,  so a couple of cubes wrapped in a towel will have to do.   It’s a gesture that counts,  is it not?     “Maybe we should work on that next time.”

                        miscellaneous angst starters.  || not accepting

    he  is  not  built  to  stand  his  ground   —— his  mother  made  sure  of  that.    better  to  outrun  the  nightmares  than  getting  caught  back  up  in  them.    so    natha - -    neil  learns  to  bite  back  complaints ,   or   ‘ whining ’   as  mary  would’ve  placed  it  if  she  were  still  alive ,   from  the  other  person  who  at  least  gave  a  shit  in  giving  him  a  fighting  chance.    literally.

░  ┊   @gcroinya​  。• ◞ 

                                    ‟     What about the left ?   Fared better ?     ❜          the  brunet  reaches  for  the  damp  compress;   iciness  begin  to  numb  fingers  that  clenched  tighter  and  hurt  less  than  the  pain  they  have  to  endure  against  the  californian  sand.    carefully  situating  the  wet  bag  against  his  left  cheek ,   liking  how  the  cold  dissipates  heat  and  relieves  him ...   before  placing  it  on  his  right  side  to  hold  it  there.    the  boy  shifts  slowly  and  checks  which  is  movable  and  which  is  tolerable ,   assessing  damage.

    looking  up  from  the  floor  he  sits  on ,   observing  the  other  of  unknown  origins.    how  she  didn’t  mince  anything  with  neil ,   like  his  mother  did ,   and  how  he  tries  to  hold  back  the  fear  slowly  creeping  in  his  chest.    as  much  as  he  has  respect  in  females ,   he  thinks  how  terrifying  it  would  be  if  they  met  before  within  his  father’s  business  circles  and  that  neil  couldn’t  remember;   how  this  woman  could’ve  had  a  hand  in  teaching  him ,    just  like  his  father  instructed  lola  to  teach  him.    he  frowns  and  ignores  the  awful  turning  of  his  guts  inside.

                                  ‟     I don’t know why ...   you’re doing this.     ❜          neil  begins  with  a  cautious  tone ,   choosing  wise  words  that  won’t  offend  the  lady.    why  now ,   of  all  times ,   did  a  beacon  appear  when  he’s  almost  tipped  to  the  edge ,   ready  to  give  up ?          ‟     What do you get out of it ?     ❜     


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4 years ago
So,   i’m  Required  To  Work  Full  Time  Starting  This  Week  19.04.2020  Until  I 

so,   i’m  required  to  work  full  time  starting  this  week  19.04.2020  until  i  don’t  know  when  and  which  is  why  i  am  clarifying  that  i  am  always  of  low  &  sporadic  activity.   as  usual,  replies  and  ask  responses  will  be  queued,  and  you  can  still  dm  me  here  though  i’m  more  active  at  discord  (just ask me).   additionally,  matt  is  active  in  wire  @mattmrdck_  so  come  talk  to  him  there  in  real  time  (if  i’m  not  passing  out  lmao).    thank  you  for  being  understanding  and  awesome  in  these  difficult  times.


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𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦,

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