Saying Goodbye
It’s never easy to say goodbye. I hate it, but it’s just another part of this whole living thing we have to get through.
Our kitty, Monster, passed away yesterday after sharing her life with us for ten years. We are going to miss her so very much. Her unique personality was entertaining, amusing, and captivating. Her attitude made her presence known, no matter the circumstances.
Yes, she had…
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Ballad of Secrets
The Canary fell, but was not the first
An age of deceit, a broken curse
Slain at the hand of his ally another time
The light of The Stars has dimmed, gone past its prime
The Moon has set, a new era come
As The Sun shall rise, all pain undone
And as Mars died in a final war
Putting an end to the blood and gore
The Slayer's sword fell from her hand
And she joined the chorus, the rest of her band
And as Pluto stood at the Secret Keeper
Ready to meet the grim reaper
He was not yet done
He never would be
But Pluto was among them now
Now, and for all eternity
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For anyone feeling happy…
Dear Thomas.
This is the first letter I could remember writing. Obliviously I don't know if I wrote any before the Maze. But even if it's not my first, it's likely to be my last. I want you to know that I'm not scared. Well, not of dying, anyway. It's more forgetting. It's losing myself to this virus, that's what scares me. So every night I've been saying their names out loud.
Alby, Winston. Chuck. And I just repeat them over and over like a prayer and And it all comes flooding back. Just the little things like where the sun used to hit the Glade at that perfect moment right before it slipped benath the walls. And I remember the taste of Frypan's stew. I never thought I'd miss that stuff so much.
And I remember you.
I remember the first time you came up in the box... Just a scared little Greenie who couldn't remember his own name. And from that moment you ran into the Maze I knew would follow you anywhere.
And I have. We all have. If I can do it all over again, I would, and I wouldn't change a thing.
My hope for you is that when you're looking back years from now, you'll be able to say the same. The future is in your hands now, Tommy.
And I know you'll find a way and do what's right. You always have.
Take care of everyone for me. And take care of yourself. You deserve to be happy.
Thank you for being my friend.
Goodye mate
Newt.
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Hello I realised I haven't sent you an ask in a while
How has life been?
Also happy holi cause like it's holi now
~The one and the only butterfly anon ofcourse
hii lol i have been doing nothing but reading fics and listening to music for like a week and i am. barely exaggerating when i say that so life is goodyes
happy holiiiii:)
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hello love :)
can i request an earth 42 miles morales x reader story where she found him injured in a valley and he was still in the prowler suit but she didnt care (or she just didnt see clearly since it was night time) so she aproached him and miles was like go away even threatend her at some but but she then tells him to shut up so she can work in peace. She already studies in medicine and she vent to a grocery store when she found him and she quickly ran home to get the suplies she thought she needed. So basicly she doesnt care if he kills her she just wanted to help him and thats it so at the end milles is just quet and doesnt know how to respond to her like doesnt she know who he is sure its dark out side and they cant see each others faces clearly but the suit should by now give away his identite. So once she stiched him up she just sais her goodyes and just leaves him there and he is just so shocked that in this wretched place called New york there is still a person this kind or just pretty stupid to do that. So lets say milles didnt clearly see her face and vanted to see her again to see she didnt give anything about him away no other reason, he didnt want to see her so he could feel the same warmth she gave him when she cerfouly touched him he didnt want to hear her soft voice again that for some reason eased his pain when she praisd him that he was doing a good job staying still and not moving. Really no other reason so for weeks hes been searching for her but never found her until one day just randomly in a store he by chance heard her voice when she was talking to the cashier so he quickly ran out and suited up so he could follow her home to see if shes as nice as she makes her self look like and not to keep her safe or anything. So when she gets home she finds him sitting on her couch and shes pretty high up so ofc she freks out cuz THE Prowler was in her apartment (she lives alone her momma and papa are divorced so they send money to her for the apartment bills and other suplyes she needs)….
So like u can continue this however u want like i just thought this far, if its too much feel free to decline this request. Sorry for my shitty gramer english is not my first lenguage and dont forget to eat and drink yeah? :)
Hi! No worries we all start writing somewhere : ). Continuation of this 》
Genre: Lowkey flirty at the end¿
Wordcount: 0.4k
[ A/N: Yeah, ngl, not really proud of this one. I feel like i can't get his personality right.]
You sigh when you finally arrive home, kicking off your shoes in the process of it. Studying medicine was anything but easy. Today you had a full day of classes, along with a bunch of homework. You had eventually gone to the library to finish it, before making a quick grocery stop as well.
The minute you turn around, you freeze. There's someone sitting on your couch. Upon closer inspection, you realize it's the prowler, someone you had recently come across. You had helped him when he was injured. You do not remember ever inviting him into your apartment, much less tell him to make himself comfortable.
" Hi." His distorted voice sounds from his mask.
You huff, not having the energy for this today.
" Yeah, uhm, I don't remember inviting you to my hous- WHY ARE YOU SITTING ON MY COUCH WITH YOUR DIRTY BOOTS ON MY CARPET?!" You scold him.
To your surprise, he listens, taking off his shoes as he gently puts them down beside the couch.
" Thanks. So what are you doing here? Are you injured?" You ask him, checking him out before walking off into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
He doesn't react for a good minute, his mask covering his face, shielding whatever expression he's housing. To your surprise, his mask unclasps, and fold into itself on the back of his head.
It surprises you. He's handsome but seemingly also tired. You're not entirely sure what he's trying to create between you.
" Wanted to see you again." He tells you straight up, making you even more confused.
" Why?" You ask him.
He shrugs, glancing around your place, seemingly looking for an answer.
" Was wondering what you was like outside of your work. You're nice. It's rare to find people like you." He says, stepping closer to you.
Your expression remains guarded, but you don't step away.
" You were injured, Prowler. I wasn't about to just leave you to die." You tell him.
He cocks his head with the shadow of a smirk on his lips.
" My names Miles." He tells you, setting the rest of your words aside.
You raise a brow in question.
" Better get used to me, Chiquita. We'll be seeing each other more often." He winks before stepping back.
Soon enough he's putting his shoes back on, and his mask gets back on his face.
He's gone barely a minute later.
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