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[‍ ‍ ‍ ⌢ ‍𝒑r͟e͟tty ‍ 𝐡𝒂𝒕𝒆 ‍ machine ‍. ‍ @depresshood]

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@youthrot ❝ Yeah, it has...❞ the sentence feels strange on Tate's tongue; texture plasticine. he shoots a meek smile, inquiring playfully,

❝ Wanna kick my ass at something? ❞

he's referring to board games, but wouldn't object to literal pain. If anything, it's ( probably ) fair.

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@youthrot a wry huff of air slips past Tate's lips over Violet's words; nodding wordlessly in agreement. eyelashes batt once more for good measure, endlessly grateful for her unexpected appearance. tears spill freely & lightly stain cold flesh, throat clearing to finally speak up:

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< @youthrot >

[‍ ‍𝓫ittersweet 𝓶elody. ‍ ‍ @controIIedshock]

two signals、means two living things. two entities. they're both vying for control of the brain : that's why they're present in all of the lobes. but they're at odds with each other. we think they're tormenting each other.

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< @youthrot >

[darling、 dearest . @rebloomng]

and i want your violence, your silent sedation, your moon eyes, your telescope, morbid fixation. and i want your pyro, your born—again virgin, your hands on my insides, your fingertips crawling.

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< @youthrot >

[ᥫ᭡ @godssdesire]

⠀⠀⠀˛ break my 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 , my 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔 , my 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌 . . but please don't break my 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 . ՙ

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< @depresshood >

[‍ ‍ՙ 𝕾𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐒‍ ‍ ‍‍ 𝕿𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 ‍, ♱ @hellslyrics]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀tracing your * 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 . to me they're 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 . they make you 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 . they tell your story , show how 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 you are . let me 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 them .

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< @depresshood >

[ً @MORTlSUMBRA]

⠀her ⠀lips ⠀are ⠀like ⠀the ⠀galaxyʹs ⠀edgeˏ ⠀and ⠀her ⠀kiss ⠀the ⠀color ⠀of ⠀a ⠀constellation ⠀falling ⠀into ⠀place.

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< @depresshood >

[𓆩♡𓆪 @angelwoes]

we've been circling each other--like wolves gone hungry, like stars gone nuclear, like vines gone berserk; like lightning & thunder, like cyclones & whirwinds, like earthquakes & after; like heart follows break, like bone follows fracture, like lips follow gaze.

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< @depresshood >

[ً @holyaches]

don't talk about him like he belongs to you. especially in front of me.

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@depresshood Tate reverts back to sunbeams in the blink of an eye, digits resuming soothing strides. limbs nestle themselves further, ears perking at the mention of a gift. the blond softens, drawing in a breath before mouthing 'thanks.' wordlessly.

❝ You, uh, wanna do yours first? ❞

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@depresshood shoulders shrug at Connor's notion while lips purse. he's tempted to pick at the query, let petulance seep. Tate's brows knit, irises donning a poignant glare,

❝ Should know the answer by now, freckle boy. ❞ wholesome smile distorts into a lupine smirk, voice coarse.

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@depresshood his delivery's sparse on purpose; a roughish attempt at 'returning the favour.' it'd seem more credible if Tate weren't visibly beaming, however.

digits brush small circles across familiar ivory, more than happy to do nothing else with his yearly freedom.

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@depresshood Tate bites back a grimace over his piss poor punctuality, knowing there's good reason.

❝ Well, I've been a little busy... ❞ lets the words trickle; akin to wax. Digits snare a semi-tight grip, continuing languidly,

❝ Got you some pretty neat shit, yknow that .ᐣ ❞

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he's dusting off sharpie laden sneakers in silence; facial features taut.

it's been a while since he last showed up...