k im still super lazy n just wound up moving my theme code over instead bc i got 2 much hw to do n obviously⌠priorities first fdkjfnf
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k im still super lazy n just wound up moving my theme code over instead bc i got 2 much hw to do n obviously⌠priorities first fdkjfnf
ANYWAY!!! iâm still using the same url so hmu @cohrode!!!

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k im still super lazy n just wound up moving my theme code over instead bc i got 2 much hw to do n obviously... priorities first fdkjfnf
ANYWAY!!! iâm still using the same url so hmu @cohrode!!!
i wanted 2 revamp leoâs blog but thereâs too much to clean up so i decided fuck all n... Iâm gonna be remaking him KJNDFKJNBF
If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.
Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
For a moment, Takumi doesnât say anything. Leonâs message is loud and clear; itâs obvious that he doesnât want to be disturbed, but Takumi is curious. Curious, or concerned. Either way, he wants to know. Takumi takes a step closer, shuffling his feet rather than a deliberate step. ââŚWas it something? Or someone?â He doesnât know why heâs this curious, but Takumi doesnât want to miss an opportunity to know something more.
   âI said what I said, Takumi.â His voice takes on a more stern, harsh tone, and Leonâs wrenching away from the approaching prince. Shame burns in his chest, because he didnât want Takumi to discover any potential weakness. To him, this was weakness. He says not a word, and refuses to meet Takumiâs eye. The mageâs taut grip slackens, and fingers slip from the fabric that conceals the gauze on his shoulder. âYouâre worrying,â Leon says with a sigh -- admittance coming in the form of his short breath and tired expression. â...I didnât want that to happen.â

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iâm sorry darling, i never meant to love you; to love you like i doâ like a hungry thing thatâs always eating. and iâm sorry i have claws claws and teeth and jaws glass shards and broken ribs; all these sharp things that are craving you.
a love like starvation | m.a.w (via dvoyd)
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Heâs going to build a graveyard inside of you & you are going to let him. ii. He is a pyre, burning away what once was & creating what should have been.    He tells you he was born for war & destruction; you believe him, you already know. ( Destroy me ) you think;     you have never been afraid of storms. iii. He smells of blood & ash;   you burn when he kisses you,   taste swallowed battle cries upon his tongue.  There is nothing soft about him, jagged edges  and sharp corners ripping you open  little by little      heâs going  to tear away what once was, and make room for something better. iv. Thereâs  no more neutrality left within you, he has torn it out, thrown it away.
You are not a soldier,  you do not like the  front lines or the scent of copper in the air,   but he looks at you, a battlefield reflected on  his face and hope lingering in   the depths of his irises and you pick up your swords. v. Heâs going      to build a utopia  inside of you & you are going to let him.Â
Leo + Flowers for lineart practice. I bet heâs a plant nerd!!!
His hands are tangled in the sun and he should leave burn marks where his fingertips linger. He doesnât. But sometimes you look to him, and know to your bones that you wonât come out of this whole.
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What is the holiness of empire? It is to know collapse. Everything can collapse. Houses, bodies and enemies collapse when their rhythm becomes deranged.
Anne Carson, Excerpt of The Fall of Rome: A Travellerâs Guide from Glass, Irony and God (via milvertons)

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The abruptness of Takumiâs voiced intentions startle Leon. He surprised, because his behavior is something he still isnât quite used to (he doesn't think he could ever accustom to the chaste nature of Takumiâs desires). He jolts, and crimson flicker in a downward sweep -- fleeting from the impact. His cheeks flush with laughable ease, and Leon silently curses to himself. He doesnât respond immediately, and the unshakable shame wells in the pit of his stomach, threatening to have him grimace -- revolt.
   He doesnât.
Takumi stays, despite that. Heâs always lingered, like a ghost -- breathing stigma into his lungs. But with time, that stigma transforms into something else entirely. It blooms, and itâs incarnate is a warmth Leonâs never known in this melancholic life.Â
   â...I could do without the insult -- Takumi.â
By now, Leonâs learned to mirror intimacy. Fingers find the cloth of Takumiâs garment, and trickle through the wrinkles gingerly, careful to not tear (he canât allow Takumi see into the fear that's never stopped existing). Leon learns through Takumiâs eyes, watching for the usual light that shimmers when Takumi watches him. When he sees it, Leon knows heâs doing something right. He always looks away right after, and the discomfort melts away to make room for the solace in Takumiâs silent reassurance.
His fingers grip, and the palms of his hand presses into Takumiâs side -- sinking into the dip of the Hoshidanâs waist. Leonâs convinced himself before that he only mimics affection. Now, heâs not so sure (it shouldnât feel so real). Leon sighs. âCome over here,â he hums. Feet shift in his stance, and his free hand comes to nestle the back of Takumiâs head -- ashen locks of hair spilling between the spaces of his fingers. Leon looks anywhere but at the other prince, and heâs too aware of his chest threatening to burst. However, the ghost who haunts his heart plucks the strings so easily (how does Takumi do it? Leon decides that heâd probably never know).
In a single breath, his lips are stolen without a sound. Â Â Â Leon has always preferred silence.
âWhatâs that?â Takumiâs pointing to Leonâs shoulder where thereâs bandages. itâs pretty obvious what it is, but Takumi canât hold back his concern, as strained as it is.
   â---Nothing to concern yourself with.â Leon jolts as though he were burned, and the prince pulls at his collar -- the white cloth shrouding the evidence of injury.
âItâsâIâm not flustered! Iâm angry.â ââ And Takumi says this, only because it seems to be the one emotion he is sure about.
   âHahaha -- is that denial I hear?â A pause, and Leonâs gaze ventures elsewhere -- his smile falling into something else; an emotion that he couldnât name. âNo matter. I should be off then, if youâre really not attending.â
HADES : Can you hear the screams when darkness is velvet? Can you hear the wheel turning and the song of the scavengers? But it is poetry, you know âpoetry comes from the guts and is spat out in a cry.
Pauline Albanese, The Closed Doors
hey, full offense, but if youâre going to send anon hate for someone hcing their character as gender fluid, youâre an absolute piece of shit!! âĽ

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when u genuinely forget u made a starter call
âWhâŚwhy would I want to waste my time doing that. And maybe if youâd stop staring, it wouldnât be red.â
   â...Do I fluster you? Thatâs new --- since when?â