#it's sad that anyone tells her to get injections or dye her lovely hair

[missmitchieg]

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #paget brewster #oh sweetheart <3 #it's sad that anyone tells her to get injections or dye her lovely hair

[absumink]

April: the sky looks like it was injected by a needle-point sewing machine, my eyes look like a paint-by-number dream. nobody told me life eventually got stale, i thought the people who warned me of dullness were all crybaby misfits who were prudes towards colour. maybe i should've payed more attention in science class when they spoke about how the illusion of getting cold is really the absence of heat. my father started making buttermilk hot-cakes every Sunday, he said the weather is just right. it's really because he buys too much cream.

May: heat has crept up on me. the stale breath of the orchids down the street started seeping down the drainage pipes and up evaporated concrete. i didn't have time for lunch because I'd rather be filled till i'm full on decadence and watch plagiarized clouds till my pupils dilate. i turn fifteen and watch my skits start to wrinkle, i'm just paranoid; but maybe my life really is collapsing. my mouse pad was peeling so i ripped it right off. it's sad that i have a tendency to pick at the imperfect, that may be why i have so many scabs. summer is relaxing alone while bluebirds are basking in riverbanks, the wind feels like ghost-silk on the nape of my shivered neck. this is what it's like to be afraid of home.

June: savoury solitudes are spread across my bedsheets. i've been trying to find sweet ones for too long because i'm tired of sleeping on spiced spruce and sourdough that rots of dead roots. the shipwrecks of ice-caps have found their way to the bottom of the pond. i used to run above seaweed when i was six till i got sick of the feeling of fingers on my feet. i wear socks now so my toes don't get so pale. the ocean's sea spray stings my throat but only for cleansing because it knows im hooked on the alcohol that i've let control me. sometimes i wake up in the dead of night, watching it screech up my floorboards in red and yellow and blue. the band-aid on my left ring-finger-knuckle is gnarled and frayed from how many times i scrub it with salted soap. i've wasted eight now.

July: my brother buys a shirt that has the pattern as one of my own, similar at least kids at school scream profanities, it's for a girl. he doesn't care. i remember when he'd crack as deep as a sidewalk crevasse when someone else disagreed. i daydream about what it's like to live a life that free. my body has never looked normal to me, i've always hated how my thighs remind me of jelly fish in southern oceans and my smile as wry as bruised bone structures at age ninety-nine. gulf streams soak up too much of my black pants so I'd rather not put them on at all. but i have to, i'm insecure. speaking of, the pockets on the side of my jeans cup my hands like my mother used to. her skin was softer than this denim. but then again she washed the dishes four times a day. i'm now used to the dampness behind my knee-caps and screams under the slits of my tongue.

August: a birthday party under the saturated sun leaves me singed on the back with a ringing in my cars. my brother is growing up and it's not long until he's dead. it's like everything ?ye ever loved is evacuating from flames. i don't see them but i'm engulfed anyway, i smell nothing but God. there's grapefruit slices in the sky and my window broke its nose trying to breathe so loud i woke up. i remember when sunrises looked more cool toned and took no back to alpine mountains, now it looks like the devil under my bed has thrown up blood and burn stains. pain accumulates on my palms, when he looks at me i'm blue, no i'm red. at least, i feel like it.

September: i see him again and statistics are proof i am no longer shallow. something tickles my throat when we kiss so after i go home, i gargle with cough syrup. my teeth are putrid of grape flavouring and dye number 16185. the dog across the street finally shuts up and whimpers when the sky bleeds. it's not that i'm afraid. i mean. i am but it doesn't matter. my new desk at school smells like rotting moons and werewolves that scream at new ones, maybe they haven't yet marked their territory. tomorrow i'll find carved hearts and ill-fated fantasies. my father said i shouldn't get so caught up in love; i am too young.

October: banshees lay their heads on my shoulders and their tongues shackle to my wrist. i feel as if i can't move without waking up the guard dogs and making them shriek. everyone i ask tells me to keep going, they must not know what it's like to balance demons against your hips and listen to the secrets they say underwater. i wish my collarbones would be striking enough to strangle me like the briar brushes strangle rabbits at the edge of my neighbours yard. fences twist metal words from safe to scared from new to old and old to young. they have stories engraved in their bones. i see him at school and i puke out nervous water weeds, the ones that have sprouted inside me. he says i'm becoming broader and that i should stay small, he can pick me up that way. he sounds like a city man 3 thousand in his pocket and his name scrawled on half the town. i loved a small town boy who smelled like the cherry tree its front of my bedroom blinds, not whoever he is now.

November: i'm homeschooled and i don't see him anymore. he swore he'd come around but his excuses echo how little effort he's flossed between his gums. i guess i shouldn't be complaining but the air i'm surrounded with now tastes technicolor ebony, a muted damsel in distress, a silenced plead. snow attempts to bite at my cheeks, i bite back, except it won't budge and i do. i'd trade the clothes i'm in and the food in my stomach to go back to when things were easy. all the mistakes i made no far have been moulding between my pillow cases. i didn't mind the stench before but now that i spend my life indoors i'm starting to cough a lot more. my father won't make breakfast so I'm stuck with bread and curdled milk.

December: i don't wash my clothes. i've been wearing this sweater for a month and a half and i've only showered twice. every time i step into cold air i look at myself and wonder how anyone could love her. people look for happy girls with shrivelled hips and baby blue eyes. i am the opposite. my front door lock has rusted shut because of how no one will open it anymore. our house is a spirit home made of aged mumbles and clenched fists, the old ache of love has bludgeoned me. i forgot to colour my hair black, he said that was his favourite shade and at the time my hair was a charcoal brown. i promised i'd fix myself and he promised he'd stay so i believe that makes both of us liars. how cliché.

January: people say a new year is a fresh start but the sixty seconds between yesterday and today has done nothing but make me nauseous. i'm done hurdling over high trees trying to reach heaven. i think i'm here already. he hasn't called in 3 months and today i don't care. because people say a new year is a fresh start and maybe their fresh start can be shared. i've stopped missing sun rays because i have hope they'll come back tomorrow. if not i'll still have hope then. i refrain from cracking my knuckles. he did too. it makes me sick to my stomach, which has already been bruised. i'm not fixed but i'm getting there. every afternoon i've began blowing the snowflakes off our tree swing so i can swoon below the sky. i'm waiting for blue to move to gold and gold to wave goodbye.

Februaq: Hallmark's profit went up this month but it was no longer because of me. 'he' is just a pronoun and love is something i'm no longer familiar wills. am i complaining'? no, not any more than i am about my body. which, by the way, isn't as bad as it seems. i still feel like i'm an antiseptic to an open cut but i hope it'll pass like everything else has. a program on television told me i needed weight loss pills and wrinkle cream? i think i look fine. skin folds come with aging and maybe i'll still look beautiful its pounds over one hundred-twenty-five.

Mairh: team broke through my stained glass walls and strained my eyes to purple. everything's in a blue hue and i'm afraid i've gotten bad again. i've worked so hard to climb this peak, this prominent place of ease. i am scared that what i'm looking for at the top of the next one. the veins in my arms haven't yet grown back. they look more like agitated vines on corroded brick walls. rain has visited me again and unfortunately it's making me miss how comfortable i felt knowing i was slowly dying. alas, i'm no longer worried of the dark that looms after six. i go walk for five miles in hopes someone will strike me with their front license plate instead of passing me with their back one.

April: well, this is it. relapse is okay, recovery is better. i'm not afraid to love. yes i am vulnerable but i'm not strung together with cuttable cord. my limbs are stationed with metal pipes and i'm not as fragile as i was before. nobody told me life eventually got harder, i thought the people who warned me of the lack of light were pessimistic outlanders who were afraid of their own shadow. maybe i should've payed more attention to the world when it told me i'd eventually come home. the sky now looks like cotton candy and my eyes breathe burgundy butterflies. i've travelled further than i started, i understand that's the whole point. i find beauty in the most mysterious things, this ground beneath me has bellowed in praise. i've accepted things may become difficult, but i'm no longer afraid of the change.

— ; g.k.

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[blue-jays-mama-blog]

{One of my oldest OCs, and may baby. So, I present to you, Jay Overwaters! ♥}

Name: Jay Blu Overwaters

Nicknames: Blue Bird, Feathers, Blue, Baby Bird, Crybaby, Water.

Age: 19

D.O.B: April 2nd 1998

Ethnicity: Shifter {Shifter is basically a humanoid that can turn into one animal. [Enter Link]}

Residence: Hallowed out oak tree/ Sharing a home with a human friend

Occupation: none

Education: Homeschooled

APPEARANCE

Height: 6'8 ft

Weight: 102 Ibs

Hair: Naturally dark brown, and shabby. But has a human friend who likes to dye it blue.

Eyes: A dull grey, which are very common for Shifters

Skin: He is very tanned, a light caramel like color

Jewelry / Others: He wears verious sized blue feathers on random points of his outfit and in his hair.

PERSONALITY:

  Overall: Jay is usually very sweet, and innocent. He is like a lost child, and will cling onto anyone who is willing to deal with him. He tends to get very clingy, and chooses who to trust very carefully. He can get scared fairly easily, and it isn’t much of a chore to make him cry. He’s considered very much a push over, and a cry baby. He can get angry, and can turn violent if angered enough. He does not break anything, or harm anyone, but instead finds creative ways to harm himself. This can also happen in one of his panic attacks, or in a sad enough state. Jay also can get jealous very easily, and will end up crying at the idea of loosing a dearly beloved one.

His personality, and clingy nature tends to turn people off, and not many seek any sort of relationship with him. And most will shutter at the amount of emotional support they’d have to offer at any hour of the day. He treasures his beloved one’s dearly though, and will often end up getting himself hurt before he tells them his actual woes.

  Likes: • Snow; He likes the cold nipping at his skin. And the threat of frostbite always interests him. Though his Shifter type is a bird, he doesn’t feel the need to move for the cold weather. • Flowers; Jay has a child like wonder for flowers. He likes how they very from shape, color, sent, and use. • Child Shows; He is forever a small child mentally… He enjoys the innocent humor, and odd voices. • Small Animals; “They make excellent cuddle buddies” • Wool; He likes the way it feels against his skin, and can only fall asleep with a wool blanket. • Naps; Jay enjoys a few good naps a day. Shifting takes a lot of energy, and leaves him psychially drained, so he likes to take a quick five minute nap when given the chance to help his body get back into place and his muscles relax back into human form. • Crafting; Jay especially likes to make small flower braclets and crowns. Though he can manage to make small decorations with roots and leaves if no pretty enough flowers are around. • Coffee; Though coffee makes Jay a jittery, hyper blue mess, he likes the taste of it. And if given enough, he can only speak nonsense, and he communicating soley in a baby voice.

  Dislikes: • The Sound Of Metal Hitting Against Metal; Jay hates most metal thing in general. Metal bracelets, necklaces, or earrings. But the sound of metal hitting against more metal, or just chains jingling, Jay with freeze up, or try and run away immediately. • Cats; Being that he turns into a bird when he Shifts, it’s natural he’s uneasy around cats. He’s trying to get over it though. • Guns & Knives; He hates most weapons, but guns and knives in specific. He gets jittery around them and very silent. • Modern Medicine; Jay doesn’t trust anything from the government, or it’s medicine, and will complete refuse to willingly go to the hospital. And believes in homemade remedies, and natural herbs to heal him. • Deers; “Because, deers… Ow,” • Feeling Trapped; If Jay feels like he’s done something wrong and will be locked up for it, he’ll go into a full blown panic attack • Cars; Fastly moving metal cylinders with wheels terrify him. The high change of the possibility of getting in a crash, or being struck makes his skin crawl. Jay can’t give himself the strength to climb in a car.

  Fears: Monophobia- The fear of being lonely. Carcerophobia- The fear of imprisonment. Agoraphobia- the fear of appearing distraught, or having a panic attack in public.

  Hobbies: • Collecting feathers • Gardening • Making flower crowns

  Flaws: • How clingy he tends to get • His panic attacks • The scars around his neck, wrists, and ankles • He can get hurt easily

  Abilities: • Jay can turn into a Blue Bird

• Jay has developed a way of surviving in the wild. And can live alone for years in the forest.

  Fun facts: • His arms are double jointed.

• Despite how many times he’s hurt himself, he’s never taken a razor to his skin.

• Jay is very strong, but he won’t intentionally hurt anyone.

• He, despite not really liking make-up, he can give really good makeovers

• Theme song; https://youtu.be/KICaNDVQfUA

• A rough idea of his voice; https://youtu.be/zrbSo5vTbMg

BACK STORY:

Jay was born to a very happy family, with one older sister, and one younger one. His older sister, (Jaime) loved to tease him, and flaunt that she was older, even by just a few minutes. And his smaller sister, Roo, had been born when he was fourteen.

Jay lived a normally easy life, tending to his family farm with his parents and siblings. Jay’s family was primarily of wolves, Jay having taken after his great grandmother though, and being the only bird of the family.

He was a free spirit, and unafraid to get into any fight back then. He didn’t give up easily, and would defy anyone who posed a threat to him or his family.

When he was fifteen, Jay was at the edge of his family’s property, The neighbor’s were in the midst of remodeling their large farm home. Jay’s family had a fence up to separate them from the humans. Roses had grown along their side, and as Jay was going to retrieve water to tend to the flowers, a large piece of metal fell, somehow Cushing the fence and scaring Jay enough for him to accidentally Shift.

The neighbor’s wife, who seemed to have an infatuation with you underaged male, had seen and called for her husband. Shifters aren’t welcomed by humans, and will either be captured, or killed when discovered.

Jay Shifted back, and ran back to his house. A few hours later, a large truck rolled up to the house, and six men in large suits of armour forced their way into the home, and took Jay. His parents screamed and his siblings fled as the men killed their parents at their resistance.

Jay was shoved in the back of the truck, three men with him. They forced him into a straight jacket, chained him, and muzzled him. Jay tried to resist, but was beat every time. Halfway through the ride in the back of the padded truck, Jay was blindfold, and noise cancelling headphones were placed on him.

Six hours later, the truck came to a stop, and Jay tried once again to struggle as they dragged him out of the car and into some building. Jay fought against his bindings to no avail, until he was dumped into a new padded room, and gentle hands set him free.

A small girl shared a cell with him, and it wasn’t long until the doctor came to take him away, then her. They dragged a struggling Jay to a experiment room. Where his wrists were chained to the wall behind him, and his ankles were shackled into the ground.

They injected him with various needles, and when he was too weak to struggle anymore, they released him from the chains, and was forced to Shift. Which was nearly impossible with how weak he was. As a blue bird, they proceeded to pluck some of his feathers, and inject him and pull blood.

This torture continued for three more years, everyday, until one of the oldest Shifters there finally put up a fight, which caught most of the guards attention. Jay led the girl out, but she was shot as soon as they left their hallway. Jay was blinded by anger and attacked the man that killed her.

He ended up accidentally killing him, with his own gun. Jay, now numb, continued to run out and fall onto the grass as the door was sealed and locked behind him. Others that had managed to escape were also on the ground, some still running. Jay Shifted, trying not to worry for the others as he flew away. Not wanting to be brought back in.

Jay lived in terrified solitude for years, in a forest on the border of a small village. After his first spotting, which was him washing his clothes in a small pond, before scurrying off with arms full of sopping clothes, rumors quickly spread about the town. Some that he was a demon haunting the forest. Or that he was just a psycho who couldn’t survive in modern society.

He lived in silence and solitude for a few more years before he picked up on an odd pattern of things happening by the pond. A small basket would always be left at the edge, Jay watched the basket for an entire day before sneaking a bit closer and digging through it. Certainly no one was coming back for it. He pulled out a few pastries, and started to eat them. He had spent twelve hours watching this basket, the person wouldn’t be coming back now.

This pattern continued every other day, the basket mysteriously appearing in the morning, Jay watching it for a while before going close every time.

Until one afternoon, Jay had decided to nibble on the sweets as he cleaned his clothes. He had just ring out his shirt and finished the second pastry, when clumsy feet stumbled again a log and hands splashed into the water. Jay yelped and dropped his shirt back into the water. A small girl stood back up, staring at him wide eyed, frozen like a deer in headlights.

“You’re so thin.” The girl mumbled, and Jay immediately forgot his shirt and ran.

“Hey! No! Please wait!” She called and ran through the shallow lake towards him. Jay didn’t stop, despite how much she called, he managed to duck into a bush, and shift. The girl ran past him, and paid no mind to the blue bird flying back towards the lake.

He shifted back once he reached the lake, tears brimming at the edges of his eyes as he collected his shirt and ran back to his tree.

He climbed through the hole in the side of the tree. Nothing was inside the tree, except for the large nest on the bottom, thin layer of stolen wool blankets to add a little comfort for his human form. He had hung his shirt in a low hanging limb of the tree to dry.

It was simple to say Jay didn’t eat from the basket anymore after that, knowing the human would be there to ambush him.

It didn’t take long before the basket ceased to appear again, and Jay went to the lake only to collect water for the week, and to clean his clothes. Though he only washed his clothes once a month now.

One morning, when Jay was filling the stolen jug silently, boots approached as Jay knelt by the edge of the pond. Jay jolted up and nearly screamed at the sight of the human again, she quickly grabbed his arm and Jay froze up, tears immediately falling down his cheeks at her touch.

“Hey, no! Please don’t cry. I’m not gonna hurt you.” She gently cooed, trying to calm him down.

It took a few months, but the girl managed to get Jay to warm up to her, and took him into her home. She lived in the outskirts of the town, and Jay was able to run out the back door and into the forest again whenever panic would arise.

Jay gree close to the girl (who he found out was named Emily), and had since replaced his missing siblings with Emily. Which he knows isn’t healthy, but can’t help himself.

Emily is also the only human he trusts with his secret, and didn’t have too strong of an opinion on them. She found a way to hide Jay’s eyes, often times, when they are just about town, Jay poses as her blind childhood friend, cloth tied around his eyes. But when the two leave the town and go to the city, Emily has colored (non-prescription) contacts that turn his grey eyes into green ones.