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i'm gonna be archiving this blog / dropping some threads. please don't kill me. i'll let you guys know when i have things set up.

      ever wanted to interact with a female superhero , perhaps a bit of an antihero , with 64 distinct personalities    –    all of which have different powers    –    that may attack , maim , or even murder some bad guys ?    not to mention , she’s part of the super team doom patrol !    then you have come to the right place !    here’s a band new crazy jane blog , fuckers !

      guess who has no self control.

      I AM ACTUALLY HERE TO DO STUFF !!!    -- BUT    --    MORE IMPORTANTLY    --    WHO IS GONNA MAKE ME A PRIDE ICON ? :3 also , since it's his month , el is definitely feeling loving !

      bonjour my dears , i'm feeling a -- weird kind of way , so i'm gonna try to do replies.

Fifty years. Who gets proof of concept like that?

eternalbled / julia.

     “   fine,   ”      she doesn’t say it with anger,   or barely even above a whisper.  fingers reach up to push loose strands from her face before dropping again against her thigh.  she watches him with his drink,   and she can’t help but wonder if she should indulge herself.  its an absent thought,  something bigger was at hand.      “ if you don’t want to talk about it,    you can listen to me talk about it.   ”        it might push his buttons,  she reminds herself.   but he was there for her before,  she could do the same even if it means forcing the words out of him. 

      the singular answer seems to be the end of their little banter ; & yet the woman proves otherwise , pressing the subject matter that liquor has managed to drown away.    liberated palm brushes over face , quiet groan suppressing through the swallow of vodka.    there’s no point in fighting , nor does he have the energy for it.    ❛    fine.    ❜    there’s attitude in the retort.    seat is taken on the nearest couch , hand waving in dramatic fashion for her to speak.    ❛    talk away , julia.    ❜

arborvitas / julia.

       “i know we haven’t always been friends, historically…” that was saying the least of the rocky road they’ve taken to get here, but eliot being the only other person who knows what it feels like to have a monster pilot his brain has at least given them something in common. that and missing q. “but i mean it, el. you really turned up for us and i know it wasn’t easy.” the moon might still be pissed at them, but at least she’s not in pieces. 

      endless days of sleep did little for his mental stability.    as if his brain wasn’t fucked up enough ; the lack of sleep made him see things , experience things that he could never describe to anyone    –    except perhaps the woman standing right before him.    the pair rarely interacted while quentin was alive , but now they had a few subjects to tackle together.    two glasses are produced , vodka pulled out from the cabinet.       he doesn’t want to talk.    not about this.    ❛    –    was it easy for you ?    ❜    is he the only one that still sees him ?

      continued from here       //       @magicomplex

      wouldn’t that be just    –    wonderful ?    for them to have a goddamn break every once in a while ; for the world to just leave them all alone , or maybe have the actual master magicians save the world every once in a while.    cigarette hangs loosely between maws , inhalation allowing the smoke to swirl within his lungs.    the exhale is followed by speech.

      ❛    wouldn’t that be lovely ?    we deserve a vacation.    ❜

the magicians music + eliot in 5x06

biirdbone / emma.

         “Aww, wonderful! I love having friends. And I love secrets.”   Sickly sweet smile, as if she didn’t just threaten him with possible permanent damage. The blonde, now confident that the magician isn’t going to snitch on her, can go back to playing human. Holds out her arm to him in offering.      “Would you mind showing me to the library, friend?” 

      hues narrow with a twitch , nose wrinkling in discomfort of their newfound rapport.    lips crease into a forced smile.    it disappears the moment flask lifts , taking a final swig before it’s placed back in his vest.    once he swallows the burning liquor down , his arm intertwines with his little acquaintance.    ❛    well , what are friends for ?    ❜    he coos in response , beginning his stride toward the library.    ❛    i didn’t take you for a bookworm.    anything in particular we’re looking for , sweetheart ?    ❜

This is my family. I found it, all on my own. — LILO & STITCH

soulscatter / eliot.

HE SWALLOWS down the nausea that is trying to climb up his throat. it is already often enough that he looks in the mirror and sees the monster wearing his reflected back at him. but now to see it in person too… it’s enough to make him ill, a cold sweat breaking out across his skin. he’s not entirely sure that this isn’t another hallucination brought on by his ptsd. 

       ❝ he’s dead, ❞ he snaps, the rage slicing it’s way through as the words are           snapped from his teeth. ❝ he died getting rid of you. he died BECAUSE           of you. ❞ there’s a tremor in his voice as he spits those words at his own           face. 

      –    dead ?    there’s a sliver of confusion that slithers to the creature’s brows ; the emotions that roam through his mind only work to perplex him further , unsure of how he should feel at the news.    on one hand , quentin is the one that trapped him in the void.    on the other    –    he was the latest of play - things.    he’ll have to find someone else to amuse him.

      ❛    he is dead    –    because he wanted eliot back.    ❜    the monster muses. ❛    he died    –    & now we will play.    ❜