#dashgame;

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | over-sleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing| drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

nightmares and discord

your intensity is fearsome. when you feel hurt you don’t often seek out equal and fair revenge but rather drown them in hysteria and watch them burn. you’re temperamental and your emotions are on display for the world to see. you’re the last one any human would want to upset, because even though death would not directly befall them, doom and chaos would ensue, surrounding their life until their death.

pick some things and i'll give you a tragic love story

Your Result:

jack & ennis

[brokeback mountain] you’re quiet about your feelings, but they run deeper than you let on. you crave connection, yet the weight of expectation or fear often holds you back. love, to you, is both sanctuary and torment. it's something you want to protect but can’t always claim openly. people might see you as reserved, even stoic, but beneath that exterior is a tenderness you rarely show, one that aches to be understood without words. you know how it feels to love in silence, to carry someone inside you long after they’re gone. you embody the bittersweet truth that sometimes love doesn’t need to be spoken loudly to be real. it lingers like smoke on the horizon, persistent, impossible to forget.

tagged by @kataireo (paging you so you can see the result)

top/bottom/switch and why

"I'm competitive. I'm not coming first." Frank's not ashamed of it. Two soldiers fumbling around behind a port a potty before next shift, there's no time except heavy breathing, zippers coming down and someone getting pushed against a wall before they taste a brief moment of bliss and then they're done and he walks away fixing his clothes. He's done it plenty of times before. Probably do it a few more after.

PATRON SAINT OF BLOOD

patron saint of the life that flows through our bodies. patron saint of violence. patron saint of love. something that does not watch over but exists within: not for protection but for vitality. there is no passion without a beating heart at its core. when that heart breaks open, someone has to be responsible for what it bleeds...

TAGGING : took it from @mnknt.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊

stolen from @ofgain

Dandelion

You grew up too fast and all you know is the calluses on your fists and the thousand invisible scars that you pretend don't ache. Your anger burns so bright, so hot or maybe not at all, so deep you could never tell it was there. You are yours and you will defend that to the death after so many years of being ripped apart and denied your own agency and maybe you are still facing the bastards who stole your innocence but you will survive because that's the only thing you know how to do without breaking, the only thing you know besides protect, protect, protect, protect, yourself or sometimes those few others you claim as yours.

You are a thousand sharp edges but impenetrable, a traumatized child so covered by thorny armor that you promised yourself you're grown now, you're stronger than anyone who has ever hurt you. You're safe. Nothing will ever hurt you again. You're so alone though sometimes, in a world that sees you as too much or too broken or too angry or too hurt, and you want to scream with the too-much of it, prove that you're okay, that you're self-reliant, that you are strong enough to stake your claim on your body, on your mind, on your heart, on your people, and protect it from any who dare take it away from you.

You are the sea in tempest, a howling sky, a tsunami in motion, a force of nature, no matter how much you sometimes yearn to be still, to be safe, to be small. You are a dandelion, stubborn and determined to grow in the rockiest of soil, and bloom again in spring.