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yonblu · 1 year
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I AM SICK. I KNOW THAT. i will never be cured. this is always going to be who i am. but i can still live. I CAN STILL HAVE A LIFE. & i won't let you ruin that for me anymore. // moon knight, by vince.
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yonblu · 1 year
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sorry for disappearing i lost time
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yonblu · 1 year
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YONDU HAS TO THINK QUICKLY, and he does. He briefly considers throwing the stolen items at them, but figures he's got a good enough chance at getting back to his ship if he can get out of this dead-end. So he purses his lips and lets out a shrill whistle.
His arrow shoots out from its holster and whizzes past the bat ( almost like he missed his shot ) but it comes shooting back a few seconds later, right into Yondu's open hand. He catches it, whistles again, and the thing flies upwards, taking Yondu with it. He lands on the roof without any grace, but his lack of finesse doesn't stop him from making a run for it as soon as his feet hit the ground.
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"LATER, BAT! It makes you feel any better, ain't no one expects th' whistlin'!"
cassandra has seen a lot in her time in gotham city , but she has never seen this specific thief before. she wonders if he knows where he’s heading , and she’s interested in knowing if he has an escape plan. the rooftops are a nice welcome to her this night , but she’s quick to admit that although a not so difficult trek, his efforts were at the very least, gutsy.
the BLACK BAT gets her answer sooner than she thought as he meets face to face with his dead end. he’s not from here, especially when he “surrenders”. everyone in gotham knows that even feigning it is either asking for a death sentence, or letting your opponent know that you have something else up your sleeve. she swiftly jumps down and nimbly lands on her feet , indifferently noticing his shift in posture. her head cocks to the side and she points at him, the bottom of his coat, the items in his hand.
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“ hand over – stolen items … blue thief. ”
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yonblu · 1 year
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@wasdiamond
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❛ It’s different with us, Yondu. You didn’t particularly want children before you wound up stuck with one. You fell into fatherhood, you didn’t… plan for it for months or grow that life inside of you. I read so many books, I watched all those videos and the other mothers around Beach City. I knew the sacrifice I was making but, I think a part of me still held out hope that it’d be different. That I’d be able to see and hold my baby, that I was wrong about what had to happen. That sort of thing changes you forever, physically and mentally. I just wish I had, had more time with him before he was running off to find himself. ❜
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"YOU GOTTA FORGIVE ME for not relatin' to all this... sentimental parent-y shit. Me? I didn't want kids in th' first place. So I ain't never had a taste fer' real... y'know, parentin'. Petey fell into my lap by pure chance."
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"BUT HEY, LISTEN! Me an' Petey? Thick as thieves, even after all that fightin' an' arguin' an' shit. Hell, one point he didn't even figure me to be his own father, but now look at us! Huh? You an' Stevey'll have yer' time together. Kid's got about - uh, 'bout a hundred years left. That's plenty a' time to get in that quality bondin' time."
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yonblu · 1 year
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obsessed with whatever distracts me from the horrors of being alive
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yonblu · 1 year
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THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS.
Who doesn’t love soul-crushing angst? Send me a 💔 and I’ll generate a number, 1-75, and post a starter based on what scenario I get. 
Please note that some of these scenarios may be triggering.
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yonblu · 1 year
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the idea behind the japanese art of kintsugi is that cracks in an object are part of its history. you know, those bowls that break & then the cracks get filled with gold so then they’re even more beautiful ? we’ve all been damaged, but it’s good damage because it makes us more who we are.
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yonblu · 1 year
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"Gosh, you have such a dirty mouth, I could plant roses in it.."
Hahaha.. all of the lusty flowers draw blood like a vampire - eUë
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yonblu · 1 year
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Who hurt you
you want a list or what
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yonblu · 1 year
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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?
LONELINESS BORN OF ANGER.
you learned from a young age you are not like others, and others hate you for it. you've been mocked and tormented your whole life, and it birthed a violence in your heart. you yell at your younger siblings when they slip up. you don't want them to suffer the same fate you did. at once, you are both miles above and miles below your peers. you are not polite. people no longer dislike you because of you, but for your biting words. it's better this way, after all. at least now you know it's your own fault.
tagged by: stolen from @soleiltm // tagging: you <3
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yonblu · 1 year
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just finished gotg vol1. starting vol2. crying screaming sobbing etc etc
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yonblu · 1 year
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miscxllany​.
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❛ I don’t want anything from you. ❜ This wasn’t the first time her continued kindness would be question, the receiver fearing some anterior motive. Suhad was certain it wouldn’t be the last either. Albeit, she carries on. ❛ Is it so terrible to be thanked for all you have done for her? It’s not disingenuous, you know. We are allies in this, in parenthood, and it’s not an easy job to have. Some appreciation now and then is nice to hear, that’s all. ❜ Perhaps Maddox set too high of a standard for how delightfully pleasant and amicable this co-parenting situation could be. It seemed like every other father figure brought into the mix was less than inclined to work with the hijabi as he had. All of the, less inclined to get to know her and develop a close friendship over these years. Even through the struggle, she’d move ahead and power through. Merle and Yondu would just take more work, more time was needed to bring down walls.
It was a welcome challenge, being taken on graciously. Her soft smile returns, ❛ So, you don’t want to know anything about me, you don’t want to talk about you and compliments are out of the question. What ever are we going to talk about? ❜ It should be obvious to him, the topic of conversation was to return to the one piece of common ground here: Hannah. ❛ She quite likes it up there, among the stars. She tries to text me, to send photos and updates while away. It’s sweet that she keeps me in the loop but, none of them really send unless you all are close to a satellite. Then it all comes in droves, days worth of updates at a time. ❜ A pause, her attention leaving her own prep and returning to the other once more. Suhad’s trying to make eye contact, to engage him in this conversation. Was it working? ❛ Does that ever happen with you? The opposite I mean, where she sends all of those updates from down here but they only come in when you’re near satellite? ❜
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HE KEEPS PEELING. Yondu isn’t used to this kind of appreciation, not from anyone other than his husband. And since he’s still in disbelief that he’s even worthy of being spoken about like that, it’s very hard to believe that anyone complimenting him is actually genuine about it. It’s uncomfortable. He doesn’t know how to respond, so he keeps peeling carrots.
Suhad doesn’t get the eye contact she’s looking for, because he’s doing everything he can to look anywhere else. But then she talks about Hannah, and he can’t help the smile that flicks across his face at the mention of her. “She’s always takin’ pictures. Lotta’ them selfies, or whatever, with th’ crew or whatever. Keeps tryna get me in on ‘em, but I ain’t one fer’ takin’ pictures. Ain’t got a smartphone, neither, so all I can do is text an’ call. An’ she sends me those lil’ pictures of faces in her texts but they jus’ come up as boxes fer’ me.”
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yonblu · 1 year
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starter call !!
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yonblu · 1 year
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@ravagercherri​   //   YONDU SLAMS A GUN DOWN IN FRONT OF HER. It’s broken. He folds his arms, raises his eyebrows expectantly.   “You talked a big talk ‘bout how good you are at buildin’ weapons an’ shit, stowaway, so you got ten minutes to figure out what’s wrong with this here gun an’ fix it, or I toss you out the window an’ let you rot in space.”   Is that an impossible task? Maybe. But Yondu’s still on the fence about whether or not to let her stay. Kraglin talked a big talk about how they need someone who can help with the upkeep of all their weapons, but Yondu’s got a feeling that it’s just sentiment getting the way. So he’s gonna make her prove her worth. Which is a hell of a lot more than she would’ve got if Kraglin hadn’t gone to bat for her.
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yonblu · 1 year
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@wasdiamond​   //   “PINK!”   Yondu’s eyes widen in surprise when he sees the diamond, because this is an unexpected reunion. The last time they’d parted ways hadn’t been on good terms, and Yondu was going to give it at least another three months before he showed back up to make amends. He doesn’t like it when she finds him. “You, uh - you conquerin’ this planet, then? Small galaxy, huh?”
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yonblu · 1 year
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@inhxuman​   //   YONDU MAKES A RUN FOR IT. Sprinting through back-alleys and weaving his way through the streets, nervously glancing up every so often. Someone is following him. The way they sprint over the buildings faster than he can run around them is intimidating   ( not that he’d ever admit it )   and it’s clear they know their way around better than he does. God, he hates Terra. There’s always some asshole dressed up in latex trying to foil is plans. Stupid humans. Stupid -- “Shit!”
Dead end. Yondu manages to skid to a halt before slamming into the brick wall in front of him, barely regains his stance before his pursuer lands in front of him. The alien turns on his heal, wonky grin on his face, hands up in surrender. His stolen goods are in one hand, wrapped in brown paper. He shifts, as subtly as his can, so his arrow has the room to fly out from beneath his coat.
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          “Okay, ya caught me. Justice prevails, an’ all that.”
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yonblu · 1 year
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What you gon’ do when there’s blood in the water?
                                                    Ind . Prv . Sel .                                       Oc Multimuse written by Loomis ©
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