May 8
to be loved is to bleed;
to love is to raise the bloodied fist.
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to be loved is to bleed;
to love is to raise the bloodied fist.
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you’re okay . you’re okay . balls of her hands are pressed closed eyes , petite form pacing across tiled floor . stray water droplets cling , caramel expanse flushed red . scalding water in the bath . she’d scrubbed every inch until it stung , and still didn’t feel clean . breathe . three . three . six . none of her tricks are working . halted movements at the sink , slender digits gripping vice like at porcelain . silken robe is impossibly soft , yet she swears it might as well be steel wool every moment it ghosts over the wound at her abdomen . pain . she’s in pain . choked sobbed flies from throat , panic pressing the breath from her lungs . she doesn’t remember when she started to cry .
@makehimbleed | wanted angst !
PSA
Peter would like you to know that his best friend’s middle name is ‘Theopolis’
Rejoice in this fact.
This has been a PSA.
tell me darkness is all you’ve ever tasted. tell me my lips are like ambrosia from olympus. tell me this body is made of moon beams. tell me the stars are woven in my hair. — juliette banner // as penned by caitlyn tell me your hands crave the feel of my fingers. tell me that loving a monster is knowing the monster is nothing but a man. tell me oblivion is not enough to tear you from me. — harry osborn // as penned by bri tell me the journey down to hell was worth it.
@makehimbleed cont. from here
It felt so long until he returned to the States. It felt so different returning, stepping foot from the ship with all that he brought back from his long trip with his friend, Newt Scamander. He was so different from the boy that left. His hair had grown out, he had color in his face, brown eyes full of life. He was sure Harry had to make a double take before realizing who had come requesting to see him. His old black cat trailed up after her master and sniffs at Harry before rubbing against his legs. “I missed you to.” They left on a bit of a bitter note. Harry not wanting Credence to leave, he was happy that Harry was okay now.. maybe the letters that appeared out of thin air shown Credence was still thinking of him.
The hug was much needed and the boy held his friend tightly to himself. “I can’t wait to show you what I brought back..” He had brought his own little case. Sure the law to not associate with No-Majs were still around but he didn’t care. Harry deserved this.. and he looked good. For the few years he had woken terrified that he’d learn Harry passed away due to the disease he had. He was happy his friend was safe and looked okay. “Trust me, that cat is the only normal creature you’ll see so savor it.” The old black cat looked at Harry and meowed.
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@makehimbleed // you think i’m dangerous?
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she listened to him. it was something she didn’t think he’d get out of him, but even her lips were loose with the amount of wine she drunk tonight. she leaned against the headboard of the bed, paying attention to harry. his guilt was something she didn’t understand.
“you shouldn’t be hung up on it.” the words come out easy. she shifts herself, stretching out one leg while the other was tucked beneath the opposite thigh. there’s a need to make him understand. this is what she does. she knows what he’s talking about. the only other person who knew about her violent tendencies-- and her own murders-- was zeke. but something was tugging at her to let herself trust harry. he could understand. right?
“--i killed my mother. i’m not hung up on it, and it’s better that way.”
@makehimbleed
After an hour long lecture of listening to her professor analyze T.S. Elliot, Jessica couldn’t wait to get out of the class for some fresh air. She could care less about poetry due to the simple question, how is that going to help her when she’s a private investigator? She shut her eyes for a moment not wanting to ramble off in her own mind with rhetorical questions.
Jessica sat down on the base of the fountain that was by the building that held her next class. She took this time to go through her backpack to switch out text books; however, when she set down her notes for biology the pad fell into the water, ruining them, “Son of a--!” Jessica went to fish it out.
As she tried drying out the notebook, Jessica could feel eyes on her. Without even looking she spoke up, “I don’t suppose you have spare notes for biology 101?”