#The door

[flowerytale]

Margaret Atwood, from ‘January’, The Door (2007)

#margaret atwood #the door #poetry #poem #january #typo #fragments #words #*

[balasha7sanbardo]

please please please PLEASE do me a favor and unfollow me if you have a problem with me dump posting about palestine or if you’re pro-israel/a zionist or neutral about what’s going on. I’m not gonna stop and you have no place here.

#neutrality is not an option #this is my life and my reality #if you don’t want a part of it #the door #my people have suffered enough #if a post makes you uncomfortable check your fucking privilege #palestine #free palestine #if you don’t stand for something you stand for nothing #bye bye

[metamorphesque]

   — The Door, Margaret Atwood

[text ID: Anyway my dearest one, / We still have the moon.]

#margaret atwood #poetry #poem #the door #moon #literature #quotes #dark academia #dark academia aesthetics #romantic academia #classic literature

[frycekseuthanasia]

Michael really IS slayy

#the magnus archives #tma #michael #michael distortion #the spiral #the distortion #aaaaaaa #pasgfaszhds #tma michael #michael distortion fanart #art #the door #tma door #tma spiral

[pale-grunge-dark]

#goodbye #leave #exit #love #typography #emergency #heart #love heart #the door #pale #grunge #dark #2014 tumblr #aesthetic #aesthetics #white #pale grunge #sad girl

[moiraineswife]

Lan and Moiraine: "Door"

1x06 / 2x01 / 2x01

#wheel of time spoilers #wheel of time #moiraine damodred #moiraine sedai #lan mandragoran #molan #the SADNESS #the ANGST #the P A I N #why yes of course i did decide to do my first character study of the decline of moiraine and lan's bond via that AGE OLD TROPE #the door #really tho. she's very particular abt her door. even bayle closes it for her after she just screwed him over #and got him hunted/followed by fades/possibly dead. man knows what he's about. #lan deliberately leaving it wide open feels very...well deliberate #are they being passive aggressive children about this whole thing in many ways? #yes. yes they are. is that HURTING ME TO ME VERY CORE!? #yes. yes it is. #the difference tho between them both going to a meeting together - Mo glancing at the door #and knowing; instinctively; that Lan will close it for her. which he does. before they BOTH take this meeting #vs her having to give him that order “door” in a deliberately cold and dismissive way #and him closing said door but now on the wrong side of it #vs him finally just having enough and telling her to go fuck herself (politely) #and just leaving it wide open while she stares out after him - oddly exposed #well that did done just GOT TO ME OKAY!? #anyway. i hope u understand this gifset. and i hope it causes u the pain it caused me #thank u and have a good night #molan gifset #wot s2 #wot spoilers #wot show spoilers

[illusory-scripted]

i just think its so hard to ignore izzy hands' development in terms of his relationship to ed. hes loyal. always has been. when ed was a killing machine, his loyal dog was ever so beside him. when ed was continuing to kill, cutting, killing, shooting, turning on his allies, on himself, on izzy. he was still there. ever so loyal. tail tucked between his legs, a broken fighting dog, bruised, beaten, broken, a husk of the brave man he was. people will often bring up lengths that dogs will go through of refusing to bite until they're truly pushed over the edge. izzy lost three toes at least. he found himself subject to verbal abuse, edward truly going off his rails, intending to take the crew down to the bottom of the sea with him. izzy hands watched everything fall apart, watched himself fall apart. he truly loved ed, and only stopped when ed was being nice. there was no more yelling, no senseless violence, no rage. edward was trying to become a good person. izzy hands is so loyal to the violence. its all hes ever known.

when he finally tells stede about what happened to ed. when he talks about what the crew had to go through. he misses the kindness. he wants to feel safe for once. he wants his loyalty to be appreciated, not utilized. he wants better. he wants to be better. izzy hands has always been a dog, a loyal one, and he fucking deserves better.

if this mf dies this season its over for me

#izzy haters LEAVE #pointing #the DOOR #if you hated s1 izzy it counts #izzy hands #ofmd #ofmd 2 #ofmd season 2 #ofmd spoilers #ofmd 2 spoilers #our flag means death

[scribbleseas]

an indignant pawn story: the door

Description: Taking place hours after the events of The Indignant Pawn, Ciel Phantomhive anxiously awaits an update from the room in front of him.

Warnings: extreme grief, violence, mentions of blood, crying, regrets, laughing at really inappropriate times, just really really sad, angst & no comfort.

Author’s Note: Hi, Everyone!

For those of you who might be seeing my work for the first time, this is a spinoff short from my first complete fan fiction: The Indignant Pawn! I suggest checking it out if you are interested in a hitwoman/runaway royalty!reader x Ciel Phantomhive, a lot of deception, fierce enemies to lovers, and a couple that will fight the world for each other. If that sounds cool to you, I highly suggest heading over to the masterlist linked below before you read this.

Anyway, I hope you like this! Even though it’s a little depressing, lol. In all fairness, an explanation was asked of me. I work for ya’ll.

Happy Reading!

Stay Alive,

Dan

THE INDIGNANT PAWN MASTERLIST

MAY 13TH, 1895

SCHLESWIG-HOLSTEIN, GERMANY

For the first time in eight years, tears ran down Ciel Phantomhive’s cheeks. His throat was raw. His nose was running. A tumultuous combination of rage and grief tore at his heart as it beat in his chest. It worked overtime. His lungs worked overtime as his breaths came in ragged inhales, forcing air in, forcing air out. A forming headache throbbed in his temples.

Crying changes nothing, he reminded himself. Crying wouldn’t repair the damage in Y/n’s chest. Crying wouldn’t have stopped the bullet that was meant for him— it was meant for him. There was no denying it.

And that’s what made his guilt gnaw at him. He should have been bleeding. Dying. It was his adversary, his bullet, and his inaction that allowed Y/n to get shot.

“My Lord,” Sebastian started, only for Ciel to silence him with a glance before fixating his stare on the door. Don’t you dare speak to me, you traitor.

“At the very least, you should change, sir,” Sebastian was the only one to speak in the waiting room. Everyone else sat in silence, save for Lizzie’s sniffling. The room smelled of antiseptic and it was cold, but nobody complained. Nobody moved.

Ciel ignored the suggestion. He stared ahead at the door separating him from the operating room. From Y/n. If he could trade his place for hers, he would. It should have been him. It should have been. What was Y/n thinking?

She wasn’t thinking. She was selfless, protecting him on instinct.

She was selfless….And the world was cruel.

She didn’t deserve this.

He did. He should have protected her on instinct— but his weren’t nearly as swift as hers. It hurt to admit, but there was no other explanation.

“Ciel, he’s right,” Lizzie tried. “Your clothes are…” she said weekly, unsure of how to remind Ciel that he was covered in Y/n’s blood; and that his wedding suit was soiled with the bride’s blood. There was even a red tint on his hands, the sick smell of iron on them, no matter how Lizzie tried to clean them off for him. He didn’t care about his hands or his clothing.

Y/n was likely dying. How could he think to change when he could lose her?

After she lost consciousness, the medic arrived and did all he could to stabilize her before there was no choice but to transfer her to the nearest hospital for emergency surgery. As the medical field expanded (especially in Germany), surgeons liked to make teaching lectures out of every surgery. However given the high-profile victim and near-impossible condition Marie was in, the hospital ensured her procedure was private.

To them, it would be Princess Marie of Schleswig-Holstein dying. Only the real Marie had already been dead for months before then!

The irony made the corner of his mouth twitch, and a heartbroken cackle threatened to rip out of his sore throat before Lizzie said his name again, sobering him

“…Ciel?”

“Elizabeth. Honestly,” Ciel warned flatly. The oak door separating the waiting room from the sterile operating room was beginning to antagonize him. By now, Ciel committed most of its knots, age lines, indents— even the tarnish on the brass knob. He detested that door. He wanted to kick it off its hinges…almost as much as he wanted to kick his demon’s head off his shoulders. Stomp on the severed head. That. Deceitful. Bastard.

He needed to punish that wretch for utterly disobeying his order. They had a bloody contract for a bloody reason, did they not?

“I’m sorry, Ciel,” Lizzie took a sharp inhale, chastened. She pursed her lips and released them. Her wary eyes lingered on him for a beat longer, concerned for him. She watched him strike Sebastian so hard that his knuckles started bleeding. And then, Ciel spent half the carriage ride laughing hysterically at her side. He’d laughed until his sides hurt and his cheeks pinched. He was laughing at the situational irony while his tears grieved its fallout. After all, Y/n only came into his life because she was tasked with killing him! And she was on a surgery table because she wanted to save his life!

Not to mention, she was sure Mariana would sabotage them. She was convinced. Ciel had reassured her in vain.

Herr intuition was perfect. Diego even warned them. They should have called off the wedding. The princess should never have to save the Earl— it was an affront to those childish tales she loved so much. It was a torture to be saved. It hurt less to be the martyr because they aren’t responsible for toiling in the changed world without them.

Ciel looked back to the door. Nothing lasts forever.

Someone you love is someone you can lose, Ciel recalled.“Someone I love could be someone I lost…” he mumbled in extension of the thought, tensing when he realized he spoke the latter aloud.

“I know, Ciel, but you should have something to eat, at least. Or have some water, or tea. You’ve been standing there for hours. Sit,” Ciel’s cousin reminded him, but he didn’t dignify it with a response. He couldn’t sit and eat. He wouldn’t.

“My Lord, I have an update…” the lead surgeon shouldered through the operating room’s door and into the waiting room. His face was marred with exhaustion, having performed a surgery so late into the night and without a break.

Ciel held his breath.

Please be alive, Y/n. I need you.

#the indignant pawn #the door #ciel phantomhive x reader #ciel phantomhive x you #ciel phamtonhive #ciel phantomhive x y/n #ciel #ciel x you #our ciel #ciel x y/n #black butler ciel #ciel x reader #ciel phantomhive #our!ciel x you #look it’s short but mighty

[legendarytragedynacho]

The Doors

#the door #music #musician #musica #rock #rock music #singer #rock singer #classic rock #psychedelic rock #jim morrison #ray manzarek #freddy krueger #60s psychedelia #lizzard king

[time-alien]

The Door (Part 1)

Seems like something resides in here

Next

#The Door #Deltarune #Deltarune Comic #Kris Dreemurr #Kris Deltarune #Deltarune Kris #Susie Deltarune #Deltarune Susie #Deltarune Fan Art #Deltarune Fanart #Comic #Fan Art #FanArt #Undertale #UTDR #Fan Comic

[wangmiao]

Jiang Wu as Cheng Tianle & Li Naiwen as Maolü in The Door (2017) | 完美有多美

#the door #cdramaedit #cdramasource #asiandramanet #cinemapix #worldcinemaedit #dramasource #dailyasiandramas #the door 2017 #完美有多美 #filmedit #filmgifs #userthing #dailyflicks #fyeahmovies #jiang wu #li naiwen #cdrama #userkunedits #cmovie

[flowerytale]

Margaret Atwood, from ‘The Last Rational Man’, The Door (2007)

#margaret atwood #poetry #poem #the door #typo #typography #quote #quotes #fragments #words #*

[derangedrhythms]

Margaret Atwood, The Door; January

TEXT ID: Crisp scent of white narcissus: January, and full snow. So cold the pipes freeze. The front steps are slick and treacherous; at night the house crackles. You came in and out at will, but this time of year you'd stay indoors, plump in your undertaker's fur, dreaming of sunlight, dreaming of murdered sparrows, black cat who's no longer there. If only you could find your way from the river of chill flowers, the forest of nothing to eat, back through the ice window, back through the locked door of air.

#margaret atwood #the door #january #poetry #cats

[ginger-by-the-sea]

#the door #the wallpaper #settee #pop of color

[twisted-w0rds]

The Door ( 2009 )

Mads Mikkelsen

#mads mikkelsen #the door #my love 🖤 #his lips tho

[fanelectricboogieloo]

silly ideas of expansion packs for this game

#slay the princess #stp #the knife #the table #the door #the cabin #that weird bird thing that holding the knife #fanart