Jozthen

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— ” true. no one here can keep up with me, i’m aware. but you can work harder than this, josten, and if you don’t stop whining and just focus, you’ll never getting better. “ —   replied, but a quiet voice in his mind - his conscience, maybe? -  reminded him that he already had lost track of time. for how long were they training?? it doesn’t matter. he needed to be sure that they could win.

    for  once ,    he  appreciates  the  floor  under  his  weight;   legs  stretched  yet  body  unresponsive  to  whatever  the  mind  attempts  setting  on ...    what ,   with  shoulders  hunched  and  arms  laying  low ,   his  hands  resting  in  the  gap  between  his  lower  limbs.    the  only  reason  that  neil  is  becoming  aware  of  his  limitations  is  when  numbness  begins  to  settle  along  with  slight  tremors  that  he  can  feel  in  his  fingers. 

    the  way  that  a  thousands’  worth  of  exy  racquet  slipping  through  his  grip  during  the  recent  drill  several  minutes  ago  is  a  tall  tell.  

                                          ‟     I’m  trying.     ❜          voice  strained ,   holding  back  frustrations  veiled  in  the  exhaustion  creeping  in  his  system ,   and  avoiding  having  another  tiring  same  old  arguments  with  kevin.    of  course  there’s  no  time  for  neil  to  sit  on  his  ass  because  the  games  aren’t  going  to  win  by  themselves;   but  ——                    ‟     You  don’t  need  to  remind  me  about  the  nooses  around  our  necks.     ❜

    it  hurts ...    but  nothing  worse  that  he  hasn’t  survived  before.    the  anger  dissipates  under  the  silent  acceptance  and  grumbling  under  his  breath ,    annoyed  that  as  when  he  stands  up ,    the  redhead  has  to  hold  onto  his  knees  for  a  while  before  straightening  up.    wincing  slightly ,   frowning  greatly  at  the  disappointment  he  received  when  he  moves  his  right  shoulder  in  a  circular  motion.    testing ,   testing.

                                         ‟     ...Let’s go.     ❜ 

perth  is  experiencing  a  once  in  a  decade  storm  this  sunday  til  tomorrow  so  i  just  slept  since  i  still  have  upset  stomach.   anyway,   time  to  write  stuff  here.

tag dump.

*taps mic* how does my entire ass taste like?  /  dash comm. i said please‚ i tried to be nice.  /  wall comm.i  have a bit of an attitude problem.  /  musings. at the equally weak flutter in his chest.  / audio. love you‚ hate you‚ don’t care. just make them look at you.  /  video. i should wear less gray? maybe you should breathe less air.  /  wardrobe. like his world stopped and started with neil’s mouth.  / nsfw aes.   this is the moment you stop being a rabbit.  /  headcanon. mouth full of white lies.  / reply. against everything neil knew‚  but he’d queued this path. you know‚ i get it…   / crack.

- Neil Josten’s Drag of the Century, Chapter 6, The Raven King

(     *     BLACK MIRROR PROMPTS   !    

seasons 1-2.   feel free to change pronouns / titles as needed !

❛  i won’t have to do anything.  ❜

❛  everyone’s laughing at us.  ❜

❛  you don’t know that.  ❜

❛  we can’t not laugh.  ❜

❛  nothing is going to happen.  ❜

❛  you’ve got a phenomenal voice.  ❜

❛  you think i’m being cheesy? all right, i am being cheesy.  ❜

❛  i just want something real to happen. just once.  ❜

❛  have you prepared a speech, is that it?  ❜

❛  we’re so out of our minds with desperation, we don’t know any better.  ❜

❛  show us something real and free and beautiful.  ❜

❛  it’s only so much wonder we can bear.  ❜

❛  fuck you, that’s what it boils down to.  ❜

❛  i’m a serial monogamist. i’m staying faithful to my cornflakes right now.  ❜

❛  you lied.  ❜

❛  not everything that isn’t true is a lie.  ❜

❛  you know when you suspect something, it’s always better when it turns out to be true.  ❜

❛  it’s totally batshit crazy i can even talk to you.  ❜

❛  i shouldn’t have drunk last night. next time, ould you try and stop me?  ❜

❛  sorry, hang on. that’s a very difficult sentence to process.  ❜

❛  there’s no history to you.  ❜

❛  you nearly killed us back there.  ❜

❛  yeah, well, i wasn’t expecting you to be there, was i?  ❜

❛  i’ve just saved your lives.  ❜

❛  a wee “thank you” would be nice.  ❜

❛  i should’ve just run you over.  ❜

❛  you’re not going to win.  ❜

❛  why not be honest?  ❜

❛  i was lashing out. i wasn’t even articulate.  ❜

❛  i notice you keep that pretty quiet.  ❜

❛  so i return to my original question, is that really what this is for?  ❜

❛  prove me wrong. hm? speak.  ❜

❛  i’m here to ask you an important favour.  ❜

❛  look, come on, there is a little bit of a conversational drought happening here.  ❜

❛  not big on conversation.  ❜

❛  practice makes perfect.  ❜

❛  maybe i’ll bore you.  ❜

❛  people want to be noticed. they don’t like to be shut out. it makes them feel invisible.  ❜

❛  people just want to be heard.  ❜

❛  you’re a locked box. i mean, that’s a good thing.  ❜

❛  most people are too easy to read, especially if you know minds.  ❜

❛  using party tricks to pick up girls isn’t knowing minds.  ❜

Hello! I've seen some people put in their blogs the rules/ask page/muses page/etc in this kind of box that pops out of nowhere instead of redirecting to another page, perhaps you could tell me how it is called and if possible suggest me some codes that work for that, please? Thank you!

From octomoosey’s tutorial page which you can HERE! 

How to add popups 

How to style popups - how to add link styles and info.

How to style popups - how to style and move text/images/title.

How to style popups - how to add images/icons to make a verses or relationships popup.

How to insert an image as a popup link

Sliding tabs within a popup

How to make styled titles for your pages and popups

How to add backgrounds to your popups

Other tutorials:

Popup box tutorial by agirlingrey

Tabbed popups by agirlingrey 

Popup box tutorial by str-wrs

Popup box tutorial by raiidens

Themes:

Single popup code with multiple slider navigation by octomoosey

Masterlist by nphofrph

-C

Congratulations on the quote of the year, Madej.

spent two days coding and i’m so tired oh my god. TO DO:   about page,   verses page,   icons so at the meantime i’m just gonna write iconless.

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@jozthen​ said:  it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

Inquisitive gaze lingers,  scolding and relentless.   One that wordlessly whispers  ‘should’ve known better’  every chance it gets.   Words are not needed,  her expression says it all and,  really,  is there something left to say but at all?   Sometimes a bruise is just a bruise,  god knows she had her fair share of those marking every inch of pale skin;  like a map of violence,  only there was never any treasure to find. 

“Listen,  kid,  you might have charm,  but your right hook is abysmal.”     She holds nothing back,  rarely does.   Not that bite that drips form her words,  not that grin that tugs at the corners of her mouth.   Learning how to defend oneself is vital,  at least in her books,  and that will be the topic she settles on.   Not the bruise,  pale and blue,  not the implication that it carries.

Water drips down her wrist from the bag of ice she’s holding.   They ran out of ice-packs long long time ago,  so a couple of cubes wrapped in a towel will have to do.   It’s a gesture that counts,  is it not?     “Maybe we should work on that next time.”

                        miscellaneous angst starters.  || not accepting

    he  is  not  built  to  stand  his  ground   —— his  mother  made  sure  of  that.    better  to  outrun  the  nightmares  than  getting  caught  back  up  in  them.    so    natha - -    neil  learns  to  bite  back  complaints ,   or   ‘ whining ’   as  mary  would’ve  placed  it  if  she  were  still  alive ,   from  the  other  person  who  at  least  gave  a  shit  in  giving  him  a  fighting  chance.    literally.

                                    ‟     What about the left ?   Fared better ?     ❜          the  brunet  reaches  for  the  damp  compress;   iciness  begin  to  numb  fingers  that  clenched  tighter  and  hurt  less  than  the  pain  they  have  to  endure  against  the  californian  sand.    carefully  situating  the  wet  bag  against  his  left  cheek ,   liking  how  the  cold  dissipates  heat  and  relieves  him ...   before  placing  it  on  his  right  side  to  hold  it  there.    the  boy  shifts  slowly  and  checks  which  is  movable  and  which  is  tolerable ,   assessing  damage.

    looking  up  from  the  floor  he  sits  on ,   observing  the  other  of  unknown  origins.    how  she  didn’t  mince  anything  with  neil ,   like  his  mother  did ,   and  how  he  tries  to  hold  back  the  fear  slowly  creeping  in  his  chest.    as  much  as  he  has  respect  in  females ,   he  thinks  how  terrifying  it  would  be  if  they  met  before  within  his  father’s  business  circles  and  that  neil  couldn’t  remember;   how  this  woman  could’ve  had  a  hand  in  teaching  him ,    just  like  his  father  instructed  lola  to  teach  him.    he  frowns  and  ignores  the  awful  turning  of  his  guts  inside.

                                  ‟     I don’t know why ...   you’re doing this.     ❜          neil  begins  with  a  cautious  tone ,   choosing  wise  words  that  won’t  offend  the  lady.    why  now ,   of  all  times ,   did  a  beacon  appear  when  he’s  almost  tipped  to  the  edge ,   ready  to  give  up ?          ‟     What do you get out of it ?     ❜     

#cute, soft boy