fingers are numb

kinda fucked up how credence has to stand next to mary lou day in and day out and listen to her spitting hatred towards the evil monster that is ‘stalking their city’ and know that she’s talking about him, handing out pamphlets he can’t feel between numb fingers as he is more and more convinced that the devil is inside him… kinda fucked up

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1-9-17 // Some photos I took at Niagara Falls. The snow was covered with thick, sleek ice. Walking came with the risk of falling. It was a frozen wonderland at sunset. I wore two pairs of gloves because it was so bitter cold, and windy, but my fingers went numb anyway. There was mist flying into our faces from the falls. Only two other people were there besides my friends and me. Despite the conditions, or perhaps because of the conditions, I think it was worth it. This visit was beautiful, and I’m glad we went when we did.

Things the signs remind me of

Aries: sloppy first kisses, bruised knees, moshpits, adrenaline rushes, dirty converse, staring at each other from across the room, midnight adventures, sex in a car, talking about heartbreak

Taurus: holding hands when it’s cold, music festivals, drinking herbal tea surrounded by scented candles, picking grass out of the ground, black coffee, museum dates, 50′s diners, new and soft bedsheets, flower crowns, falling in love with small towns

Gemini: mischievous eyes, parties in the basement, confused feelings, knee socks, excitement growing in the pit of your stomach, breaking into old buildings, skinning your knees, numb fingers, endless conversations, kissing someone in front of your ex

Cancer: rain on windows,wanting something more, midnight visits to the beach, feeling alone in a room full of people, old rock n roll, writing on the walls of school bathroom stalls, denying compliments, freckled cheeks, kissing someone first, finding a love letter/poem that was written to you

Leo: calling someone beautiful and actually meaning it, the courage of getting over your first heartbreak, sun kissed skin, getting your way, soft promises whispered in your ear, drunken laughter, looking in the mirror, falling in love with strangers, neon signs, feeling butterflies in your stomach

Virgo: winged eyeliner, helping someone in need, taking deep breaths of cold air, stacks of books, drunken kisses, strange addictions, being able to not wear makeup and actually feel good about yourself, dinner dates, retro theme, finding secret hideouts 

Libra: letting all of your opinions be known, old record players, bloody knuckles, doing illegal things with your friends, crushes that don’t really mean anything, crashing at motels with your lover, champagne, smiling into kisses, the feeling of smoke filling your lungs, heart shaped lollipops 

Scorpio: sexual jokes, staring at someone you love and they stare back, feeling of skin on skin, chapped lips in the winter, playing murderer in the dark, the feeling of regret, leather anything, playing with Ouija boards, screaming until your lungs are about to burst, chipped nail polish 

Sagittarius: flirty conversations, running on a cold night, making decisions on instinct, breaking the rules, stilettos, laughing uncontrollably, falling in love with cities, the light in someone’s eyes, chokers, big brown eyes

Capricorn: rosy cheeks and nose on a cold winter day, fishnet stockings, looking out the window of a moving train, sharing your deepest secrets at 3am, pale veiny eyelids, wanting to run away with someone, needing alone time to energize, taking the back roads home, journals filled with writing 

Aquarius: skies full of stars, exotic eyes, leather jackets, tarot readers, finding something mysterious and not being able to stop thinking about it, kissing at red lights, being stuck in small towns, area 51, black and blued eyes, long nights spent playing video games

Pisces: cigarette smoke, feeling someone’s sadness, fingers tracing the inside of your thigh, Salem witches, saddened eyes, forbidden love, abandoned haunted houses, throwing knives, the feeling of knowing something no one else knows, other worldly looks

Do you know that kind of pain where you actually feel your heart pounding on and on and you feel like your very last breath is on its way
When your whole body feels light as a balloon and your toes and fingers start to numb out
You’re shaking and trembling but the tears just cease to exist
Your whole being is screaming and growling like your soul is pleading to finally leave its home
You just sit there, eyes wide open, flat figured and a heart fighting to dislodge from your chest
Everything, everything is ready to leave your body,
But you still think as long as the tears haven’t showed up yet, you’re “strong” and in control
—  datragic-poet 
Destruction from Habits (M)

Originally posted by chimchams

Jungkook x reader x Jimin
Word count: 7.3k
Angst, romance, smut
For @inktae
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A/N: so you guys might have noticed I haven’t been postin’ but that’s because I was working on this, so enjoy!

2016


During the season of winter hid the warmth of the sun as it tries to claw its way through the clouds after the showers of rain or the coldness from the breeze. The tips of your noses turned a vibrant pink when you stayed outside for too long and your fingers attached to your hands numbing from the lack of blood rush. It was around the time of year where you could wear your sweaters and stylish boots without having to feel hot and exhausted from the sun’s ray of heat or use up to three fluffy blankets to cover yourself from the cold. Family time was important, spending days ranging to talking about life or folk talks from long ago.

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So I was driving home....

Listening to Spotify and “Fast Pace” comes on….
well I haven’t gotten a proper listen to the song so this is basically my first time hearing it.

AND SWEET LORD HEAVENLY JESUS I WASNT EXPECTING WONWOO TO SAY

“You’re going to fast baby, I don’t know what’s wrong baby"

IF ANY OF YALL DIDNT THINK ANYTHING DIRTY THEN BLESS YOUR INNOCENT SOULS

I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO PULL OVER CAUSE I LEGIT STOPPED BREATHING, MY HANDS TIGHTENED ON THAT STEERING WHEEL SO MUCH MY FINGERS WERE GOING NUMB

jeon wonwoo will be the death of me.

I didn’t think this would take two weeks.
Welp, I was being very lazy when I started this, it was lunch at moi school and I started drawing this in my sketchbook. I managed to forget about this for about a week and once I finally got back to this drawing I had started being lazy, very lazy. I’m just happy that I managed to have time to finish this.
I have a lot more ideas for any Poth related ships. And I have so many drawing I’m still working on…so….yeah. More pictures!!!! YAY!!!
Also I use my phone for my digital arts so yeah. My fingers flipping hurt so bad right now (≧︵≦) but soon I’ll have my Wacom Tablet hooked up and crap.
(Btw my Fav ship is not Poth. Heh heh, its Gothcest which I’m gonna draw soon!!!!!!! Heh heh, I dunno whether or not to make it something angsty or something happy. Maybe a bit of both eh?????)
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Fell!Goth- @nekophy
Fell!Palette- @angexci

Make the First Swing Count

Joy hefted her father’s axe, swung it in a wide arc over her shoulder and buried it in the maple log. The papery fibers creaked and took the axe in almost completely. She tapped the head with a ball peen hammer, and the log fell apart.

“C’mon now,” her father said. “You shouldn’t need a crutch. Make the first swing count.”

Joy bent to pick up another log and her father cuffed her on the back of the head. She bit her lower lip, eyes watering, and put the log on the stump. Her fingers were numb from the cold.

“Make the first swing count, dammit,” he said. “Unless you want to freeze to death this winter.”

Joy wrapped her numb fingers around the axe handle, pulled it behind her shoulder and struck.

Her father yelped, and the log fell apart.

“There we go!” he said. “One fell swoop. Keep her shoulders firm but your arms loose. That’s my girl.”

Her father took a rag out of his pocket and put it to his face. The stink of starter fluid made Joy’s nose tingle. Her father took two deep breaths and put the rag away.

“All right,” he said. “Couple hundred more swings like that and you can call it a day. Want a puff off the rag?”

Joy shook her head.

“You’ll be fine out here,” said her father. “You’re too far north for them to bother you. And if any of them do make it this far up, you have the Mossberg. Use the MREs to get through the winter, and then put in a garden in the spring. The lake’s only a few hundred yards away, so water will never be an issue. You can fish, and I left you my traps.”

Joy’s knew there were tears running down her face, but she couldn’t feel them on her numb cheeks.

“Hey now – this has to be done. I got tagged when we went through Chicago. I can already feel the change coming. Let’s get this done before you get too tired. You still have a lot of chopping to do.”

Joy’s father again produced the rag. He took four or five ragged breaths, knelt in the mud, and laid his head on the stump.

“I love you,” he said. “Please. Make the first swing count.”

Joy picked up the axe and swallowed the hard ball of snot building in her throat. She pulled the axe to her shoulder.

“That’s my girl,” her father said.

I have my issues with bioware, which I feel like is putting it maybe too lightly, but dragon age has gotten me through some of my most suffocating depressive episodes. 

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“What is it?” You ask Ivar worried, but he doesn’t answer.
Slowly you’re getting angry. Never he talks about when he’s clearly in pain.
“Does your legs hurt? I could make a bath with…”
“It’s not my legs.” He interrupts you harsh and you wince.
“My shoulders, my arms.” He adds whispering.
Wordlessly you stand up and pull his shirt over the head while he watches you confused.
“Lie down on your stomach.” You say quietly, not knowing if he’ll like it.
But to your own surprise he does it and you sit down on his butt before you start to massage his shoulders.
A groan leaves his mouth and shocked you take your hands away.
“No, it feels good.” Ivar says, his eyes closed.
Again you put your hands on his shoulder, kneading the flesh there while he let out little noises in enjoyment.
Your fingers feeling numb, but you don’t stop as he suddenly starts snoring.
“Ivar?” You ask and smile as you see his relaxed face and the open mouth.
As quietly as possible you stand up as he grabs your ankle and you nearly fall on the ground.
“Stay.” Ivar mumbles and you nod, lying down next to him.
He wraps an arm around you, his face snuggled in your neck where he murmurs a ‘thank you’.

Ravenclaw x Ravenclaw friendships: They’re whispered words, screaming minds, fingers numb with thoughts too big to be written down. They’re dreams filled with wistful thoughts, tracing impossibility onto tear stained sheets of paper. They’re calling each other in the middle of the night, discussing theories and finding meaning in things that haven’t been discovered yet. They’re changing air into smoke into stars, making the world their own, a hundred miles an hour, overflowing, spilling, inconceivable magic. They’re half finished diagrams, almost made plans, barely there, promises traced onto bare skin. They’re galaxies trapped in minds wild with worry, winding roads that lead wherever you want them to. They’re feeling your heart drumming quietly in your chest, wondering what would happen if everything stopped, if nothing had to end. They’re closing your eyes and seeing more than you ever could with them open, a world made for living, places made for leaving.

Ravenclaw x Gryffindor friendships: They’re light, soft and pale, pressed glass on your cheek, waking up anywhere but your bed. They’re sleeves rolled up, hair piled on top of your head, pens tucked behind your ear, inspiration resting on the tip of your tongue. They’re stories of far away battles and hidden caves filled with precious jewels, adventure painted across an outstretched map. They’re piles of books with mugs balanced on the top, scattered paper, journalling with pressed flowers and love letters and old ticket stubs from places you’ve already been. They’re eyes caught in the sun, mountains below them, only ever going onwards, upwards, outwards, towards, towards, towards. They’re laughter caught in a breathless whirl, spinning with their hands held tight in your own, never letting go, loyal to the end. They’re tipping your head back at the stars and seeing a home the ground could never give you.

Ravenclaw x Hufflepuff friendships: they’re constellations made by far away stars, places you haven’t visited yet. They’re hiding in empty swimming pools, night spilled fracture lines, light reflected through a broken mirror. They’re staying up too late and waking up too early, weary yawns into knuckles and kisses pressed onto palms. They’re smiles like spun sugar at breakfast, seeing the universe reflected in each other’s eyes, reading poetry from lips shaded pink. They’re gasping breaths when no one else can hear, hiding hurt no one else can see. They’re talking pain into silk, weaving misery into tapestries stained with desperate last words: I love you, I need you, why wasn’t I enough? They’re picking up pieces of each other and examining them, studying them, dusting them off and putting them together again. They’re arm in arm, skipping, dancing a rhythm you can’t hear yet. They’re reaching, reaching, stretching across the void, pulling back, pulling in, safe in each other’s arms.

Ravenclaw x Slytherin friendships: They’re the night, hushed whispers in hues of blue, possibility itching in your fingertips. They’re raging, driving in the pouring rain, colours running past your window. They’re a hand held out behind you, barely touching, barely feeling, almost, almost entwined. They’re open spaces, open minds, hearts alive inside steel cages, towers too high to reach. They’re vulnerability wrapped in a thundering sky, love dripped across pages, letters stained with ink. They’re the sky after rain, a fresh start, make them proud, make them hear, make them see, make them feel. They’re stories woven between just parted lips, faces pressed into pillows, smiles in your eyes, courage in your heart. They’re watching the horizon rushing forward, wondering if you could go through it. They’re souls laid bare on a canvas, a work of art, unforgettable, endless, rushing joy. They’re skin painted with the sky, memories of where you wish you belonged.  

(Hufflepuff)