Hi :) I know most, if not all, of you follow me for my art but I wrote a fanfic for the first time in ages.
It’s a rajbow and juliayne fic :) hope you like it if you decide to read it.
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Hanif Abdurraqib, it’s not like nikola tesla knew all of those people were going to die | Anne Carson, H of H Playbook | Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain | Franz Wright, Heaven | Toby Whithouse, shooting script for Being Human S1E1 | Franz Wright, Heaven | Erin Slaughter, I Hope My Salt Lamp is a Weeping Deity | Richard Siken, Straw House, Straw Dog & My Country: The New Age, Episode 16
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Something I wrote based off of something that’s not canon in my Kirby interp’s timeline anymore
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It has been years— no, millennia since the last of his family and friends had succumbed to old age and faded away. His once strong wings are now patchy and bony. His horns were chipped and worn—practically crumbling away—and was missing its golden glow. The bright fuchsia hue of his body had faded into a sickly pink, his bones the weakest they’ve ever been. Galacta Knight had lived far longer than he should have. Impossibly longer. He knows.
The butterfly reaper watches him approach as he limps towards it. Its ghostly white eyes offer nothing but an unreadable stare. For not the first time, Galacta pleads to it.
“Please let me die,” he rasps, “I am very tired. The ones I loved and befriended are long gone. With too much time, I’ve lost my sense of purpose. I’ve lost everything.”
A hint of betrayal flashed in his company’s eyes, but dissolved as quickly as it came.
“Then wend and maketh yourself new friends,” Morpho Knight stated, it’s tone of voice eerily calm. Anger bubbled at the back of Galacta’s throat.
“There’s nothing left!” he groans. Long ago had he lost his ability to yell.
He grabs Morpho’s gloved paw with urgency. It’s wings twitch, and mirror the drooped posture of Galacta’s.
“Por favor,” Galacta pleads. “Déjame morir.”
Morpho’s glow dims ever so slightly. Something flickers behind it’s eyes. Frustration? Exasperation?
… Sadness?
“It is not thy timeth yet,” Morpho only says.
It recoils from Galacta’s hands as if it were burned. Ignoring the whimper from said knight, it morphs into a butterfly and flutters away. It’s glow disappears into the darkness.
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forever sick and tired of the way tiktok teens and society in general treat homeless people. yes, I'm sorry the man thats been violently rejected from society and denied his human dignity was rude to you that one time, but jesus christ please just have an ounce of empathy. homeless folks are, surprise, actual people, with personalities and preferences and dietary restrictions. homless people are allowed to not like certain foods. their control over their lives has literally been stripped away from them, atleast give them the choice of what they eat. all of the comments on this post are people fantasizing about harassing a disenfranchised person because he was mean. just because a homeless person wont play into your weird savior fantasy doesnt mean theyre undeserving of food or money or even just basic decency. always remember that we are all just a couple bad days away from being just like them, on the streets with literally nowhere safe to stay, being judged by well-off white women masquerading as progressive activists and expecting you to act like theyre mother theresa.
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untitled.
you sit beside me under the tree
I offer you my heart in the midst of casual
conversation, like a piece of fruit, and you
say you are not hungry-
so I retreat my extended hand and take my
pocketknife and carve my heart into
slices like a peach.
I sit beside you under the tree
eating my own heart in front of
you, the blood running, sticky, sweet, down
my hands and forearms and chin-
I wonder if my love for you has become,
more than anything else, an exercise in
devouring myself.
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Sometimes I read something where a character is in dramatic/dangerous situation and think “hmm that’s probably not how a real person would react…”
But then I remember the time I hit some ice on a highway and lost control of my car going like 60kph, and rather than screaming or panicking I simply said, calmly and out loud despite being the only person in the car, “I’m going to crash” before hitting a concrete divider… and I realize that people really do react to stuff in weird ways and whatever the character is doing is probably realistic for someone ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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dieting/food talk below the cut, including specific calorie mentions
jeeeesus it's hard to keep my count under 1000. i've been doing this for, shit, close to two weeks i guess? minus a couple days bc... i think we went somewhere with? food?? i'm trying to remember lol. i'm sure i've gone over a few times, altho i do try to supplement that with exercise to make up for it, but i've mostly been good i think. it's been helpful doing a kind of unintentional ~18hr fast, only eating between 12-6pm, because then i don't really start getting super hungry before i wake up my stomach for lunch. but the problem is that when i eat that first time, i get Hungry hungry. and having to think about food all the damn time is exhausting, especially if i'm going out anywhere. bluhh.
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