#wordmeme

some  one  word  prompts . ; accepting ; comiiics word: trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

EVEN NOW, JASON FLINCHES AT THE INTIMATE TOUCH. they have kissed and embrace one another but this is another level of intimacy that he is just not used to. his whole body is covered in scars and wounds from the years, and even if the pit had cleansed most of the ones from his robin time, it didn’t heal them all, and each night added new ones to his body. hands trade on Ollie’s hands smooth down a path of scars, from his torso to his side, little sprinkle of white tissue can be seen, not properly healed.  A gulp through his throat, as his own hand distracts itself playing with ollie’s curls as they lay in bed with ease. 

“The Pit didn’t heal every wound. Those I think are from the autopsy. The coroner tried to do his best.” But jason doesn’t need to see the autopsy pictures to know how bad he looked or was. He had been beaten and tortured, he had been blown up. how his body remain partially together was a mistery to him. “Just like this one.” And he brings ollie’s hand to his cheek, the rough trace of the carved J on his cheek. he keeps hold of the hand though, fingers lacing with one another. “it’s another reminder i have to live with. i’m broken in many ways.“

Put a word in my askbox and I will give you a bad AND good memory from my muse’s past that associates with said word.

Bad memory: The execution chamber was in chaos the lights hadn’t come back on yet, that day the King Killer was supposed to be killed however the pack had come together to save their Alpha , almost out of the window the lights finally came back on as she climbed out one of the officers aimed and fired his gun the bullet dug it’s way deep into the woman’s leg, drops of crimson blood dripped from her wound leading behind a trail as she limped away quickly to the get away van.

Loss; Alone

Want; Her

unrelenting, uncompromising, adamant

and

boiling point, conflagration, magnesium

and

Dopey: Tell us an embarrassing story.

So, this one time I was high, and walked back from my friend's apartment to my dorm. It was snowing really bad, right, and so when I walk into to the dorm, I'm pretty much all wet. And I'm walking through the lobby and I hear someone go, "Is it raining?" and I go, "No, but it's snowing!" all dumb and happy like because I just think someone's being stupid. But then I keep walking...and people are looking at me funny...and I keep thinking about it...and then I realize that no one actually said anything. I just said that out loud to no one. So then, even though I got the munchies a little bit later, I didn't even dare to go back out through the lobby because I didn't want them to be all, "are you okay?" and look at me weird. Also, ever since then, I've been really paranoid about whether or not people are actually talking to me when I'm high.

Picture: Post a pic of your lovely face.

This was me in London during the summer after my senior year. One of my favorite pics of me of all time.

Word: Write out your URL in your handwriting