R E P U L S I O N E R .

                           I.  GOOGLE DOC.        II.  VERSES.        III.  HEADCANONS.                              IV.  STARTER CALL.      V.  PINTEREST.      VI.  SPOTIFY. 

        “ fuck. ” unlike the subject of their project, fred had never been much of a poet. pain had seized his right arm in its jaw. and yet, the raven-turned-trojan striker only appeared more irritated than pained. shit. shit. shit. fred hunched over in his chair and closed his eyes, his injured arm hugged close to his body. at this moment, there was nothing remotely poetic about his thoughts.

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favorite character:  the one and only lara croft.

second favorite character: jacob --- because he’s basically a chill version of @griefruined​. or jonah. ( to be honest, i’m not that attached to him, but he’s still my number 1 bro. )

least favorite character: james whitman. don’t like his face. don’t like his attitude. coward. stinky coward man.

the character i’m most like: none really? lara falls on her face ( & to her death ) a whole lot though and i can relate with that.

favorite pairing: lara and sam. i was gonna rant about how they were robbed, but you already kNOW.

least favorite pairing: lara & that damn pole i had to watch her repeatedly get impaled by in the first game.

favorite moment: THIS

BOLD   what applies to your muse     /       repost,  don’t reblog .

𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁𝚈:     chipped nail polish.    glitter highlight.   tall trees with smooth bark.    tangled hair.    the taste of cinnamon sugar.   talking too loud and too fast.   overgrown flowers in your hair.    crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature.   flirting.   walking home at three am with no coat.   platonic hand holding.   blowing smoke out of your nose.    dragonfly wings.    chaotic good.   freckles.  fairy rings.    secret meetings.    gender nonconformity.   leather.    smudged eyeliner.    forbidden fruit.

𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙿𝙴𝚁:    computer errors.   a shiver down your spine.   haunting beauty.  hard liquor.  crowns of thorns.   shadowed alleyways.   decaying plant matter.     shattered mirrors and broken glass.   corrupted memories.   stopped clocks.   the scent of stale cigarettes.    tattered black hoodies.   walking your friends home.   the crescent moon.   the sea.    a graveyard on a foggy day.   cold rings on cold fingers.   absolution.    looking out of the window of an airplane.   soft kisses.

𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷:     graffiti.    pretending to know what you’re doing.   worn paperback books.   growing up too fast.   parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.   lace and combat boots.    moth wings.    candles on every surface.    a weathered deck of cards.   turning the music up.   fireflies in jars.    calloused fingers.    drawing on your skin.   sunlight filtering through clouds.   petrichor.   a dying rose in a jar.    wearing a crystal pendant.   illusions of spells.   black cats.   mint gum.    chapped lips.    dirt under your fingernails.  the cycle of life and death.

𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚆𝙾𝙻𝙵:    murders of crows.    frostbitten leaves.  wolves howling at midnight.   knocking on your door.   leaving food out for stray animals.   the twang of an acoustic guitar.    honey.    tiny red buds on trees.    claw marks on the walls.   golden eyes.   slightly too long stubble.   knitted fingerless gloves.    sleeping on the forest floor.   always find your way back home.