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You can only hold a smile for so long, after that it’s just teeth.
Invisible Monsters, Chuck Palahniuk
Source: wordsnquotes
Muse Aesthetic ; repost don’t reblog.
Tagged by: stole it. Tagging: steal it.
the softest palms that never want to touch you until after a bottle of wine. ╱ “ just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl. ” ╱ pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. ╱ “ you’ll get it done before the day is up. ” ╱ guilt that isn’t yours to have. ╱ it’s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town. ╱ chains. ╱ “ how could you do this to me?”╱ the sharp sting of guilt. ╱ you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite. ╱ the family you never had. ╱ falling backwards through time. ╱ quicksand. ╱ drowning, but you don’t save yourself. ╱ “ you’re getting better. ” ╱ “ they smile like a snake. ” ╱ you’re the stars and the sky. ╱ there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to. ╱ they are your wings, there’s no doubt there. ╱ “ let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly. ” ╱ you edge a bit too close to the sun. ╱ another ghost to take your place after every stumble. ╱ deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun.
rock candy melting in water. ╱ waves rise and leave the foam behind. ╱ the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually. ╱ happiness is the best front a man can take. ╱ “ i’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you before. ” ╱ you disagree; they’re more beautiful. ╱ discomfort at the tiniest of touches. ╱ the sky opens up when you see them. ╱ rain comes down. ╱ poppy fields. ╱ your sanity hanging by a thread. ╱ “ oh god, what have you done? ”╱ roommates weren’t supposed to be the smartest ones of all. ╱ they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. ╱ you try to help, but it only got worse. ╱ now they’re dead, it’s all your fault. ╱ adam & eve in the garden. ╱ a temptress in crisp button-downs. ╱ “ fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you? ”╱ they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. ╱ the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre. ╱ sugar and spice and a taste for the dark side.
yves saint laurent. ╱ black opium on your pillow, a scented cloud drifting behind you like a cape. ╱ crisp green apples piled up on the table. ╱ your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. ╱ what a pretty one, they say. ╱ you laugh without humor. ╱ a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest. ╱ there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. ╱ the seat of power fits like a glove. ╱ heavy is the head that wears the crown. ╱ you share a space, but not a mind. ╱ they think you are weak; you are, maybe. ╱ “ what are you going to do with all of these pills? ” ╱ an empty bird’s nest. ╱ broken pencil tips. ╱ there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill. ╱ “ we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that. ” ╱ “ they weren’t there when it happened. ”
corruption. ╱ there’s a red string tying you together. ╱ the scent of whiskey on the horizon. ╱ “ you’re the best friend i’ve ever had. ” ╱ pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy. ╱ 99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky. ╱ you try to lift your head up, but it’s so much effort. ╱ always walking on sunshine. ╱ there’s a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you can’t be bothered. ╱ hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile. ╱ you drift, but you know where you’re going. ╱ no one has any dirt on you because you’re infinitely spotless. ╱ the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine. ╱ court hearings. ╱ “ I miss you. ” ╱ siblings are a funny thing. ╱ they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece. ╱ blackbird screaming. ╱ wake in nightmares. ╱ are you an illusion? ╱ i don’t feel real. ╱ who is in control?
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me: *is bitter but is also right*
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UNFORTUNATELY PERHAPS FOR HIM, his reaction amused as much as it annoyed, Katherine feasibly a bit too eager in her gesture toward the nearest trashcan, sarcasm in full force with a smile. ❝ Don’t want them, throw them out. It’s not like it’s… a gift or anything. ❞
There’s a twitch between his brows, the knee-jerk pity to some less than stellar banter that he doesn’t manage to suppress quickly enough, then his gaze already drops to the Olympic calenders in his hands, infamous for their May picture — a dynamic black and white photograph of two wrestling men that, in its overall composition, is so unfortunate that it has been the target of enough inappropriate jokes for the Olympic bureau to recall the product entirely — before it briefly flicks back at her.
“Well, I reckon this was your job already two weeks ago. Where did you even find these?”
“Well. This is —— ” his body sways, his eyes narrow, a hint of condescension playing around the corners of his mouth. “ — very interesting. Thank you.”
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you loved like a conspirator against everything / that has power to defeat us
From “Bison”, Anne Michaels
Source: granta.com
BATTLE STATS.
REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG.
GENERAL
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ — strength ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ — offense ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ — defense ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ — speed ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ — durability
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ — accuracy ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ — agility ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ — stamina ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ — teamwork ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ — stealth
SPECIFICS
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ — close combat ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ — bladed weapons ( swords, daggers ) ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ — blunt weapons ( clubs, staffs, axes ) ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ — ranged weapons ( archery, guns ) ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ — superpowers / abilities ( magic ) ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ — traps / setups ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ — medic
LASTING INJURIES
slightly impaired hearing on both ears from prolonged exposure to artillery.
COMBAT SCARS
several small scratches on his hands and forearms from handling weaponry and moving through rough terrain; a scar on his lower abdomen from being stabbed with a carving knife (1957).
FIGHT STYLE
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commander / duelist / honourable / dishonourable / would have others do their fighting / stealthy / long-ranged / mid-ranged / melee / technological / sorcery / superhuman abilities / has fought in a tourney / a lover of fighting / a hater of fighting / cowardly / reckless / strategic / uses underhanded tricks / renowned for their skill / trained / untrained / keeps skills a secret / won a battle / lost a battle / ruthless / merciful.
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>> EMOTIONS & FEELINGS.
- unrest —— a constant air of business, of busying yourself, of being useful; productiveness is fulfilment, work a hip new lifestyle.
- jealousy —— a slow burning behind your sternum, a sudden irritation; you’re obsessed with comparing things.
- spite —— the agonizing three years of disregard, the indifference toward the bits and pieces of your life that you have scarified, the open humiliation on worse days; you need to get even.
- loneliness —— your workplace, your apartment, your family; the anecdotes you collect along the way and tell nobody.
- lust —— tense, hard, unthinking; the soft pillow you suffocate your sorrows with ( — and pressed against the central park tree, with your lips on his neck and his hands down your pants, both urging forward, you cannot distinguish it from love anymore ).
>> COLORS.
- black.
- white.
- dark browns.
- beige.
- navy.
>> SCENTS.
- smoke ( old and new; from your shirt after work or blown through your nostrils on top of the roof, mixed with crisp air ).
- hair pomade.
- aftershave.
- leather.
- gun metal.
>> CLOTHING.
- starched, ironed uniform —— immaculate, proud; well cared-for and well cared-about, you pay attention to how you sit to avoid crinkles.
- shirts and dress pants —— always long-sleeved, always formal, neutral colors ( black, white, dark blue and browns — patterns and bright colors are for eccentrics and carnies ), matching shoes and accessories.
- trench coats —— wool, black or chocolate brown; of the same expensive brand as the rest of your winter garment.
- tracksuits —— either gray or black, for running only; you don’t lounge around.
- the one sweater you possess —— navy blue and washed out, ratty in all the ways everything else isn’t; it says New York Eagles in bright yellow letters and you bought it at the airport because you were cold, now you wear it when you’re hung-over, fishing for the last crumbs in last night’s chips bag.
>> OBJECTS.
- two watches for two occasions —— one for work, one for yourself; one is stainless steel, the other gold and silver, you know when not to show off.
- the cigarette in your hand —— an extension of your body.
- the lighter in your pocket —— a necessity that you’ve grown fond of, even when you throw it onto the furniture without looking.
- a black pen —— yours, not theirs; it cost you 300RM and it’s a comfort object you’re not even aware of until you lose it.
- a plaid shirt you do not wear —— tucked under your pillow during the day and beside your chest at night; a silent mourning, the long, lingering dread of a future where it will only smell like you anymore.
>> VICES & BAD HABITS.
- excess —— of working, of self-discipline, of cult of the body; of drinking to cope or reward.
- intrusiveness —— personal space is a problem you’re not completely aware of; too much interest, too.
- smoking —— a bad habit you picked up when you were seventeen; an automatism you do not think much about until he, in the darkness of your not-yet-shared bedroom, frowns at it.
- five finger discount —— you do not need it, you do not really want it, but you enjoy the thrill of taking it; perhaps nostalgia plays a role too ( — the fondness you feel when you remember the few wild nights out, the stolen trinkets you still have, the mournfulness that comes with both ).
>> BODY LANGUAGE.
- cadet discipline —— straight shoulders, rigid back, hands folded behind it; the judgemental look you give to anyone who strays from those virtues.
- side-glances —— maybe out of nervousness, perhaps because you’re lying, or simply to see what your parents want you to say.
- the sudden bobbing of your throat —— fear, tension, a poor attempt to hide how much his hands under your shirt excite you.
- a big smile —— all teeth, all honesty; you want them to know you’re happy to see them.
>> AESTHETICS.
- clean, white sheets —— the destination of three glasses of whiskey without ice and replaying the regret of not striking up a conversation with anyone four times, watching the bedroom spin around you; the left side of his face that emerges from them six months later, the one-eyed, half-lipped smile.
- a tidied workspace —— your life arranged around it.
- the inside of a black chrysler windsor deluxe —— the smell of leather, polish and this morning’s coffee; a map, a cheap plastic pen and a spare pack of cigarettes in the glovebox, no fingerprints.
- fresh sweat and talcum powder —— your right that knocks all air out of him, the hard smacking of his head against the floor mat, the terror of unexpected defeat; hitler youth boxing champion from fifteen to eighteen, you’re not letting anyone win.
- empty streets before dawn —— and you, alone, running.
>> SONGS.
- hudson / vampire weekend.
- non, je ne regrette rien / edith piaf.
- you were a kindness / the national.
- sweet dreams / eurythmics.
- love is blindness / jack white.
MUSE BODY LANGUAGE.
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DEFENSIVENESS:
arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip/baring of teeth
REFLECTIVE:
hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to bridge of nose // pursed lips, knitted brows
SUSPICION:
arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose
OPENNESS & COOPERATION:
open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on edge of chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders, droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward
CONFIDENCE:
hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up/shoulders back // arms folded just above navel
INSECURITY & ANXIETY:
chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent/closed gestures // clearing throat // “whew” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer/marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically
FRUSTRATION:
short breaths // “tsk” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // rubbing hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth/grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers w/ notable tension in brow // shoulders back, head up — defensive posturing // clenching of jaw/grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales
One must lie low, no matter how much it went against the grain, and try to understand that this great organization remained, so to speak, in a state of delicate balance, and that if someone took it upon himself to alter the dispositions of things around him, he ran the risk of losing his footing and falling to destruction, while the organization would simply right itself by some compensating reaction in another part of its machinery – since everything interlocked – and remain unchanged, unless, indeed, which was very probable, it became still more rigid, more vigilant, severer, and more ruthless.
The Trial, Franz Kafka.
psa.
I’m not bringing this blog back just yet, but I have decided that once I do, I will be turning it into a single-muse blog - which means that I am going to drop Erich and only keep Connolly anymore. Additionally, I might be selective with the relationships and overall development of his character that's going to make it past the reboot. I haven’t made any final decisions in those regards, but obviously I will let the people in concern know once I have and make a respective post about all changes that I intend to have him undergo. Until then: may 2018 bring all the best for you and hopefully see you soon! x
I think it’s time to make it official and say that this blog will be on HIATUS from today on, possibly lasting until the start of season three of TMITHC. This also means that whereas I will still occasionally check in on here, it won’t be as regularly anymore. If you wish to stay in touch, however, you’re very welcome to ask for my Skype / kik.