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athousandbyeol · 3 months
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midnight. [forcebook fanfic]
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it's force's mistake to find shelter in the safeness of kasidet's wings, thinking he'll fly and reach for the stars beyond the realms of his endless nightmares. because once force opens his eyes, he falls. down. down. down.
chapter 1. / chapter 2.
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hazbinbossbrainrot · 2 years
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Family Portrait - P!nk
Who: Octavia (mostly)
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Bonus:
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uneasy-eyes · 1 year
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[poem] broken family bars
I take what I can get–even if they are crumbs. I treat girls like little sisters and boys like my sons. Always preparing for a future I still don’t understand. No help coming? I learned to manage with my own two hands. I’m a good mom and dad, like I was raised to be. I’m a good mom and dad, but who takes care of me? ~actuallyFrankie
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invigoratorypoesy · 2 years
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Run away
I can't run away , I can't stay here anyway, its a hell , its a deep well , its choking , its hardness is getting all over my head , the voices are shouting in my ears . My heart is beating loud , the door is closed but I can hear it aloud . Its frustrating , its disgusting , people are all happy and dancing outside , why everyone else is so proud . Its tiring , its killing me inside , now beat me to death , i'm already brain dead . Those creepy sounds , like the barking hounds , just take me away , I want to be astray . Bring my grave , bring the doom to the world and get me away . I want to run away but I have to stay here anyway.
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grady70 · 20 days
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haiku for unit 213
thelastdayhesmiledandstoodquietlytofeelGod’srainbowblesshim
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shannon41511 · 7 months
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pbnmj · 11 months
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also by the way i am always obsessed with how spider-people just click and can work together without anything being said in spiderverse . mcu spiderman being like "omg ive never worked in a team” “how are we going to work together” “well im on a team so i’ll lead us" like that was the most boring way to do it . spiderverse instead saying "we just know how to work together because our histories and lives are so linked, its like knowing someone your whole life. seeing the self in the other. our lives rhyme.” LIKE I LOVE YOU GUYS
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notherpuppet · 10 days
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Young Seraphims
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uncanny-tranny · 9 months
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Amatonormativity has destroyed so many people's understanding and acceptance of themselves, and it's heartbreaking.
Yes, it is normal to be in your 20s, 30s, or older and not have lost your virginity, had a first kiss, or a partner. It is normal to say that you aren't ready for those things, too! It is normal if your life doesn't follow the "college graduate -> engagement -> buying a home -> 2.5 kids and a dog" trajectory that so many people have idealized.
So many people associate maturity with losing your virginity, or having a first kiss, or a serious relationship, and I think that's a dangerous association. Maturity isn't gained through those things, and you don't have to have those experiences to be considered "mature" or "grown." It is not a bad thing to go at your pace. Nobody else can live your life but you. If you end up having those experiences, that's great! But it should be done because you want to experience them, not because you feel "broken" and "immature" without them.
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novelist-becca · 1 year
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Man.
Imagine being Eda here.
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You did everything in your power to keep your daughter (who just cracked open your walls) safe and away from the fight. Argued with her about her safety and even helped carve her palisman.
Only for it to be in vain, because she ended up being killed by Belos anyway. And you got a front row seat.
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You don’t even know what to do as you watch the light orbs that used to be your kid float away.
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At this point, Eda doesn’t give two shits and let’s the owl beast take the reigns.
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You can practically hear her grief and agony in “I don’t think I can control myself right now.”
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blueprint-poetry · 1 year
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the children are. . .
You broke her heart, all in the selfishness of adult intractability, instability, innocence turning to wizened rebuff. We catch the children in the chest; don’t deny we’ve gotten exceptionally good at uppercuts, and honey, they can’t throw ’em like we can. Don’t forget every move you make is twisting at the love bound to sour, as these things only know how.
How do you answer the questions she posits at night? All this life wasting away in a burned out mind. We can’t answer for what we’ve done, but they’ll demand it, and all the well for it, let them. I’m not afraid of the answers, I know where I lay my head. I’ve never slept well— I woke to fear and a quickened heart long as memory serves, black out tantrums for the fears I can’t acquit— burning in the womb from the moment I sparked to it.
But her innocent heart will take the hit, and for that I just can’t take it. Children don’t understand what we’ve complicated. Contemplating the weight of our existence, discontent in our every moment, driven to our lines of division.
He’s just a kid— some day I’ll see him with a busted lip. Cause someone once told him to fight for his broken heart, and I can’t help but think how badly we’ve helped it along, cause some day he’s gonna question it. Children always wonder what they did.
Oh baby, don’t take the weight of it. We grew up long before you did, and us grownups have a way of compartmentalizing love where you still give it so freely.
Baby, don’t ever stop giving it freely.
—blueprint poetry
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isagrimorie · 2 months
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Voyager is our Home.
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Good News: I can now honestly say I've survived being hit by a truck.
Bad News: I am very sore
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invigoratorypoesy · 2 years
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Hatred
I became this way , because they made me the one who i'm now , it wasn't a choice that I chose but the only option to live with this burden and move on . Tears that were gulped , anger that was controlled all became stiff and now I am just a result of that explosion . The remains of hatred , the remain of patience , the pieces of anger , disgust and loneliness climbed my head , and now i'm diving in the hole of madness that they created for me . I was made from them but they made me hate them , I am filled with hatred , but can't hate them .
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grady70 · 1 month
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para el 7
mbrazfield (c) 2024 today they’ll bury the 7and hell has now imploded silence in his scream the noise in between rage and shamedissipated away in the fogthere will be no matchin a durge to the bravadoof your life you way your deathtoday they will not buryrage pain hate sting fatehelplessness is not charity dignity is gambled awayyour darkness washed awayclearing the way for come what maylarger…
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kneelingshadowsalome · 2 months
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PLEASE I need to know what meeting Königs mom would look like 😭
His childhood home is like stepping into a time machine. König’s mom is a hoarder and her son apologizes to you for having to navigate through the mess. You have to step over piles of old magazines and clothes stuffed into plastic bags, some of them full of König’s old baby clothes. His toys were never thrown out, his room exactly as he left it when he was 17. Tons of unfinished sewing projects are stacked over armchairs, tables and the couch.
There’s no place to sit down except at the dinner table, but the food is good. König's mom serves you a hearty goulash and looks at you so warmly it’s a little uncomfortable. Says it’s so nice to see König finally bring home a girl, and you get the impression that she still thinks of her son as a 15 year old boy although the man sitting at the table is one of the most feared soldiers in the world. You don’t know what she’s saying because she doesn’t speak English, and König translates her words to you while looking down at his food, discernibly uncomfortable too.
You stay at a nearby hotel for obvious reasons, but when you see König slipping a fat stack of 500 euro notes in her hand in the kitchen, you try to discreetly look away. From the corner of your eyes you notice König’s mom rising on her toes to reach and hug his son in silence, and that’s when your eyes well with tears.
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