#about c

tagged by @crowtits like a week ago oops

last song: heat lightning by mitski

currently watching: the world cup

currently reading: a room of one’s own by virginia woolf (been meaning to get to this for years i honestly don’t know how i hadn’t already read it)

current obsession: the world cup, i think the last time i watched this much football was the last world cup

currently working on: getting my reading stamina back up & being on my phone less & figuring out what i want to write

currently wearing: shorts & tank top over a bathing suit bc might go to the beach (gasp)

last google search: hugo spritz recipe

favourite flower: atm peonies and lilacs but i can never decide on just one

Things won’t go the way the “leaker” thinks it will 🤣

Also, she was present. with letters and rose.

More for H than C but it’ll affect him too. Just grab popcorn cos it’ll be interesting to watch how it’ll all unfold.

I’ll probably make the post public when it hits because it seems like it is indeed fated or “scheduled”.

But they are incredibly protected, omg.

I keep chasing the way you made me feel, like a perfume I smelled off a stranger in passing.

You can call me C/Blue or Coran. You can call me boo/dude/bestie/asshole (affectionate). You can tag me in games, posts, and memes. You can send me asks pertaining to metas or just really cursed ideas you wanna spill on me.

I tag Supernatural posts with #spn and NSFW of any kind with #dangerously lemon scented. Anon answers are tagged #anon and answers are tagged with #ask c. I am CBlue on AO3. I write and occaasionally draw. I do take requests but no promises on the time constraints. If I get asked to tag anything specifically, I’ll add it to this.

how can we have more

that we have witnessed

out there there is

no vocabulary in our learnt dictionary —

(shouldn't speak of this, shouldn't have to) — there is

more more we want to claim,

(hear us!) hear,

than that bleeding

out from our gaping mouth, throat slit;

our pen bleeds but can it pierce

more heads than the aimed guns, the bullet

points belatedly warn of the shots resounding fallen

on dead ears;

when what we see isn't what is

reality nor night terror nor illusion nor fake news nor

truth; when

a word to us and all

collateral damage is a threat,

life and death;

then what word