#always room for hope at the end
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Wild
Supercorptober 2023
"You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves."
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
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She was supposed to go to Metropolis. She was supposed to go and tell them what to keep and what to sell and what to give away. Kara's gentle arms and quiet words are the only thing that stop her before she tells them just to burn it to the ground instead.
But the ground she steps out onto is not unforgiving pavement— it is soft peat and loose stone.
The heavy oak door creaks open as she steps inside, the light following behind her as the floorboards give under her feet. She wanders through the front room, collecting fragments of her past along with the dust that falls from the air onto her shoulders. She lets her fingers trace the faded wallpaper and pauses at the kitchen door, eyes finding the four lines etched into its surface, each just a little higher than the next. She pictures her mother there, kneeling down to make each one. She kneels down too, her hand hovering over the surface. She counts the lines one by one. Four short marks. Four short years. She rubs her thumb back and forth over the last like she could somehow etch it back into the wood or back into herself — whatever would be easier.
But time doesn't work like that. It moves forward, even when we ask it to stop. Stops when we ask it for even just a second more.
She stands up and turns away from the door, stumbles out onto the small path of land, gulping in the damp air. Her breath comes in short gasps, the air heavy as it settles in her lungs. She walks until the stone beneath her feet becomes a meadow, becomes heath, becomes a blanket of tall grass. It's wild and overgrown and whips at her legs. The world in all its urgency to turn did not stop, did not end here the way the marks on the door had. So she keeps moving, keeps walking until the house is no longer there at all — until the two of them feel like nothing more than two small dark shapes on opposite ends of the earth again.
"Lena?"
She turns slowly back towards the house. Her feet slipping over the uneven ground and muddied earth.
"Lena, wait."
Kara is a few feet away, her blonde hair darker than it should be, her coat damp with more than morning mist. Lena realizes then that it was raining, feels her clothes starting to stick to her skin.
"You're here?" Lena asks, confused, like maybe she had really willed herself across the world somehow.
"I am." She pauses. "I'm sorry."
"You came." She says again, stepping forward, her feet heavy with the weight of the grass and dirt clinging to them.
Kara was in front of her in what felt like only one step, arms catching her as she fell into them.
"I did." Kara murmurs, "I'm sorry," her breath a warm contrast to the cool air, "I didn't want you to be alone. I'm sorry."
Lena doesn't say anything, just holds onto her tighter. The rain starts to come down harder, and Kara gently brushes a strand of hair from her cheek. Lena lets her head fall onto her shoulder, the ghosts of her past weaving their way between them. Kara lets them in willingly.
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Kara's hand feels warm and steady on Lena's back as she guides her through the front door again. She shivers as they enter the kitchen. Feels all the places the damp earth has seeped into her clothes.
"Do you have anything here? Something warm?"
Lena shakes her head, thinking of the hotel across town where all her things still sit neatly packed away.
"That's okay — you're okay."
She hears the shuffle of something near the door, the sound of a zipper opening and closing, along with the soft muttering of Kara behind her.
Soft wool makes its way into her hands shortly after. She notices the sweater is hers, a deep forest green that matches the forest outside.
Kara holds a change of clothes of her own.
"Why don't we get warm, and then we can go from there. The rain is already done."
Lena nods, grateful for the distraction, for the change of pace.
When she emerges from the room, Kara is waiting for her back in the kitchen, a cup of tea in her hands and another on the table she got from somewhere that isn't here.
"Better?"
"Better," she says quietly, "thank you." She takes the cup of tea, "for this," glances at the marks on the doorframe again, "for coming."
Lena hopes it is enough to make Kara stop apologizing for doing nothing wrong.
"Always." Kara watches her, blue eyes gentle and soft.
It seems to.
"Look how little you were," Kara murmurs.
Lena's throat tightens. Four short years, four tiny marks in the wood."
"I wish..." Lena begins, but the words fade away.
Kara takes her hand. "I know," she says softly.
"Come here," Kara pushes herself away from the counter, pulling Lena with her, leading them both towards the wall.
Lena turns in her arms as her hands settle on her waist, and Kara pulls a pencil from her pocket.
"You ready?"
Lena nods. Closes her eyes as she hears the scrap of the pencil above her head, focusing on the feeling of Kara's soft kiss against her temple instead.
"All done."
Lena turns in her arms. Five short marks. The weight of all the years between them.
Lena takes the pencil from her and reaches out for Kara's waist. She can feel the way she lets herself be moved, the way she gives under the gentle pressure of her hands.
She lifts up onto her toes, and lets out a small huff of effort as Kara keeps her steady. The pencil marking out one more line.
She settles back down on her feet.
Kara takes a step back, so she's right beside her.
The lines sit off-center from each other, and hers is just a few inches shorter. But it's an odd comfort to see them together all the same.
And for a second, she thinks maybe it was selfish to ask Kara to be a witness to this part of her in such a way. To force this part of her to catch up with the wild landscape outside that has already moved on — moved forward. But then Kara's hand finds its way into hers, fingers threading together, solid and real. She leads them back outside, back through the heath, back through the tall grass, until they reach a small patch of ground that the rain seems to have spared. Kara lays her jacket on the grass, and together, they lay down, disappearing into the wild green sea around them and approaching night above them.
Lena turns her head, strands of dark hair spilling across Kara's chest and the crushed stems beneath them. She lets out a shuddering breath and feels as all the regret and sorrow that drew her back here slips away into the indifference of nature and Kara's love.
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#sg prompts#supercorp#supergirl#supercorptober#supercorptober2023#mary oliver#heaviness disguised as softness#softness disguised as heaviness#always room for hope at the end#each one of these is going to be inspired by a piece of poetry or prose#going to do by best to do all 31
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the wandering painter, part one
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#artists on tumblr#illustration#animated illustration#animation#backgrounds#animated gifs#background illustration#myillust#landscape#plants#scenery#summer#hiii! just wanted to share an artwork i made that's super fresh from the oven ksfknsf#'the wandering painter' will be a series that consists of artworks that has elements that i struggle to draw and am trying to improve on!#ive always really struggled with the process of painting (for example) clouds fields grass grasslands flowers etc#despite the end result coming out satisfactory imo but i cant deny that it most of the time feels like a fluke#so this series would consist of my journey of improving how to draw said elements/areas more confidently :D#this artwork in particular - i studied and practiced how to paint/draw silver grass better along with grasses and clouds#i feel like im sorta getting the hang of it but theres definitely room to study and experiment how i can paint it better#so yeah! nonetheless i really hope you'll like this! and i hope you'll have a lovely day/night ahead <3333
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interesting
#honestly this doesn’t surprise me#but also no matter what team you’re probably always gonna at least listen to the other offers#but do you think they were sitting in each other’s driver rooms whispering about leaving#they’re complaining to each other on the phone throughout the break#i like to think they were giggling about it#kind of hope they still end up on the same team#that would be amazing#esteban ocon#pierre gasly#eo31#eo#pg10#pg#alpine f1#alpine#alpine racing#formula 1#f1#formula one
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oh also heres whatever this is
#i like them a normal amount :]#the togepi plush in venams room always gets to me. why do you have that.#also little throw back to like a year ago or something. i hope no one gets that but i still think im funny for it. kind of#idk i couldnt sleep so i ended up scribbling things out while watching youtube#and sorry for the m2. i cant do anything rejuv related without her in it somewhere. i hate her#pokemon rejuvenation#oh right also if anyone hears this what do we think about venam with snake bites. is that anything. idk i dont know naything about piercings
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happy 2023 byler tag!
✩ thank you for an amazing year! - e.
#byler#byler edits#mike wheeler#will byers#will x mike#mine#mine:gif#dec. 31st is never kind to me; because i just sit in my room and think about how much of a failure i've been during the year#it has never been. i choke on memories and truths i held back and regrets.#i always begin the year without any new year's resolutions because for a person like me who didn't think could live past 17...#... they are useless#but this year#here i am - and i look back on 2022 and i realized how incredibly kind and soft it has been#in the first half i fell for the light#and in the second - i joined tumblr again and with each day passed here; with all the amazing friends and people that i met ...#... i feel like i've become a better version of myself. i started feeling a part of something again after years of flying solo.#so thank you for making my 2022 a lot better - i hope i made yours even just a 0.00001% better#so here is a shitty edit i made to celebrate the ending of this year :D#enjoy!
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I finally did it!! I composed my first cover online with and on my computer ever... (+ LOUD SOUND WARNING for headphone users, the ending especially gets loud...my apologies in advance!) -> AZ's what-if battle theme
#pokemon#pokemon music#az pokemon#pokemon az#pokemon xy#pokemon x and y#pokemon legends z-a#in hindsight the pacing and rhythm is off at certain parts but honestly i am proud at how decent my first attempt turned out to be.#Anyways nothing can be truly perfect#there is always room for improvement.#he was the beginning and the end...hardest description for a character ever#i made the beginning a callback to AZ's past as a king with regal tones#then shifted to a sorrowful passage before entering a respite and changing to a more hopeful#uplifting one where it shows AZ's gradual acceptance of inner peace + discovering the thrill of battles#in other ways you could see the uplifting tone as the kinder side + noble aspects of AZ's character that could have been seen in XY#like he loved pokemon right? And he did care for his kingdom too with his technology and stuff#the rising and falling pitches also can be reflective of his stumbles and regression to his grief along the way
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why does everything have to be a hecking issue with my sister
#she keeps getting on my case about the Theatre Boy thing which I would just like to hecking leave in the past#she keeps getting on my case bc I wear short shorts and spaghetti strap tank tops AROUND THE HOUSE AS LOUNGE CLOTHES#she's like DO YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT MODESTY and I'm like YOU WALK AROUND IN SHORTS AND A SPORTS BRA ALL THE TIME#(possibly bc I thought I could get away with wearing lounge clothes with a long shawl thing overtop the other day to worship practice#but I did in fact change my trousers after my mama pointed out that it wasn't super modest)#she keeps making comments about how I do inappropriate stuff on my phone bc I... watch one(1) sitcom?????#shows like that are IRREVERENT AS HECK like come on of course I'm not going to be totally open with my kid sister about them#I am an ADULT I can make my own choices about what content I will put up with in media#I can make my own choices about clothing if I think my mom's idea of ''anything more than an inch above the knee#is immodest'' is silly and restrictive for my body shape and comfort level personally#like... why does she have to act so high and mighty around me? she's in MIDDLE SCHOOL and I know I haven't always been the nicest to her#but I'm making the effort. I'm trying to get along with her and what I get is disdain on the daily in return :/#our mom said it's probably bc she was hoping I wouldn't move back in so she'd have our room to herself and now she's mad#that I'm back bc she has to share a space again and like I KNOW middle school ages SUCK I've BEEN THERE#but still I just. want to get along. but she picks on me and then I get frustrated and then I snap at her and it just doesn't end well#it's a nasty cycle tbh. I'm praying about it.#Lu rambles#personal#delete later
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Just wanted to share the video of this sicko Zionazi soldier gleefully destroying children’s toys in a shop near Jabaliya refugee camp.
This is just a very, very miniscule look into the much broader and systematic creed used to de-humanize and torment helpless Palestinians.
People like this piece of trash are cowards - they can only kill and torment women and children. They’re terrified of fighting an actual resistance.
#youtube#free palestine#end israeli apartheid#hope you rot in Hell buddy#there's always room for more people like you#israeli terrorism#ethnic cleansing#settler colonialism#palestinian genocide
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Falling
Not Everything Feels Like Something Else
A bit of a choose-your-own adventure…the story starts halfway to the ground
What does falling feel like?
Surely, there is pain.
But was there some beauty in it?
Not everything feels like something else?
also thanks again to @eqt-95 for reminding me I had this WIPs … it was fun to finish!
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There is a point right between floating and falling.
There is an uncertainty to it.
A feeling of both passing through the sky and it passing through her.
Weightless and heavy all at once, sometimes it's hard to tell — she is too familiar with both to know the difference.
But soon, all that contradiction gives way to inevitability.
And it's inevitability that propels her downward.
Because even if she could lie to herself.
Gravity could not.
The ground would not.
Her cape snaps violently behind her, leaving a trail of red unraveling from her body. She twists, grasping at the tattered fabric, trying to find purchase, to climb her way back into the sky. But it slides through her fingertips, unraveling further with each desperate tug until they both slip further through the clouds.
There is no uncertainty left, then.
There is nothing left.
Only the waiting.
She goes from being a body in motion to a body at rest, and it isn't just the act of two objects colliding — it is an act of one swallowing the other — it is as if the whole earth opened and closed around her in an instant.
Her body presses into the ground.
Dirt all at once under her and all around her. Her limbs spread out in a desperate attempt to grasp onto something solid. But the earth offers no help — the weight of her body and the weight of the soil merge into a new kind of gravity.
The ground beneath her, a patchwork of damp soil and crushed grass, clings to her. Blades poke into her skin, mud seeps in through her cape until it pulls even heavier around her shoulders.
The texture is foreign, alien, yet somehow familiar.
She can taste the dirt mingling with the coppery tang of blood in her mouth. She can feel its gritty texture against her tongue as she runs it over her teeth. The earthly flavor lingered as if the ground was trying to work its way inside her body — she has never felt more human.
She tries to spit it out, but her mouth is too dry.
So she swallows it instead.
She has never hated the taste of something so much.
There's a noise—or maybe it's silence, the kind that echoes. It's heavy like the rest. Her ears ring with it. Her body vibrates with it. She can still feel herself sinking with some residual velocity. Wonders for a second if she is still falling. But then the dirt presses deeper into her skin. She feels nothing left of the weightlessness that she must have just consumed.
Did she imagine the fall? That trail of stars that had followed her tumbling back to earth – were they nothing more than a memory? How many times had she been chased by them? Maybe she should let them catch her. Replace the earth that had become a part of her with them instead. Would they still feel familiar?
But lying in a crater of her own making, the indent of her body feels like proof enough.
Why turn it into something it's not.
The earth feels like earth.
The sun feels like the sun.
The pain feels like pain.
Why turn it into something it's not.
The stars are in their place, and she is in hers.
So then why is there this tugging behind her sternum as insistent as gravity, pulling her not down but up?
With a groan, she raises a trembling hand to the back of her neck, her fingers fumbling for the clasp of her cape. It is tangled around her body, her legs, pinning her down. She tries again and then again, but her fingers refuse to cooperate — the ground refuses to give her up. Her frustration mounts with each failed attempt. Defeated, she lets her hand fall back into the mud.
The pulling in her chest settles into an aching...up will have to wait.
The earth, content with its part of her, lets the sun take its turn. Its light spreads across her face, but it's warmth from the inside out—foreign, alien, yet somehow familiar.
It grows closer to her skin.
It grows fingers.
Then hands.
Then a voice.
More familiar than Rao.
More familiar than Sol.
"Just breathe..."
Lena's voice takes the place of the ringing in her ears.
Kara feels her fingers on her skin; her gentle hands brushing away the dirt and the blood to cradle her face.
"That's it," Lena murmurs, but Kara doesn't remember doing anything.
She opens one eye and then the other, feeling tears prick at the corners. Her fingers twitch, tired yet impatient at her side.
All the words she knows crowd somewhere at the back of her throat, unwieldy and misshapen after having done nothing but rattle around in her head.
They don't sound right.
They taste bitter, coated in dirt and blood like the rest of her.
"I-I fell." are the only ones she manages to scrape past her teeth.
Lena's hands move to the ruined cape still wrapped around her body, unclipping it from her shoulders and untangling it from her legs.
When it's finally unraveled and discarded, she settles back on her heels, hands coming to rest on her own thighs, unbothered by the mud and grass and bits that cling to them.
Kara touches each of her fingers one by one, easing their ends together until she has weaved them all together.
"Did you fall, too?" Kara's eyes search her body as if there were no other way for her to be here. As if falling was ever the only way to reach each other.
Lena's brow furrows and there is a flicker of confusion. She wants again for more words, for better words, but is left still with only what can make its way out.
"No, Darling," she answers, voice gentle as it soothes the raw edges of Kara's panic.
Without her cape, the ground is even colder.
She wants to sit up. To be closer to the sun. To be closer to Lena.
She tries to sit up.
But even if the earth is willing to let go, gravity is not so kind despite that tugging feeling in her chest again.
But this time she does not have to wait.
A hand slips beneath her shoulders, around her waist.
She is heavy until she isn't. The earth tilts in time with her body. Or maybe it's the other way around.
"Easy."
She leans against Lena, allows herself to be still, even as the ground still moves beneath her.
She knows she will not let her go.
Kara closes her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on her back. She breathes in the scent of earth and grass and tastes the lingering grit of dirt in her mouth. She picks out hints of tea, and ink, and bergamot rind. She draws it all into her lungs — the Earth and Lena together and even the bits of stars that followed her down too— her ribs protesting but eventually relenting.
Lena cards her fingers through her hair. Kara turns into her, lets her head fall into the space between her shoulder and her neck — feels her heartbeat through the thin sun-drenched fabric, moves with the gentle rise and fall of her chest.
Around them the world is alive with subtle movements; right here they are alive by the same measure.
The earth feels like earth.
The sun feels like the sun.
Pain feels like pain.
Love feels like love.
Why turn it into something it's not.
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#supergirl#supercorp#Kara is going to feel some feelings friends#protective Lena Luthor#a little bit of a choose your own adventure#the story starts halfway to the ground#but remember there is always room for hope at the end#hopeful endings
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I mean, you know I love an American aesthetic.
#Miss Americana!!!!!!!!!!!!!#going right for the best tight end of all time (whatever that means)#as her first american boyfriend in years iS SO FUNNY TO ME AND SO TAYLOR#anyway yeah torn between just wanting to treat this in the most adult way possible for me#and trying to see it in its truest light#and also finding the fun in it#because it IS fun to me#whatever gene people have where they're like 'i could never care about a celebrity's personal life'#yeah i don't have that. i have the opposite of that#also i just love romance and the color red and sporting events and gifs and a story#so#the sports/pop star romcom set-up my mind is always dreaming about in the room with us now#but also none of my business and I want everything to be good and right and also just truly not my business!#So in a way (as always): there is nothing to say#Nothing to predict on#nothing to hope (But I like to speak a little anyways as a treat)#alskskskskkskejeje
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just... john deciding to retire after being awarded the title big boss, he's just immensely traumatised tired and he doesnt want.. cant fight anymore
adamska demanding why john is quiting everything and learning the truth from john about his mother and not really understanding why john would quit but he respects his decision
john uses his skills to hide himself away from the world and adam uses his skills to visit john from time to time (bc really you think he'd stop being a spy or stop missing john? never)
years later, as adam is visiting john in his surprisingly ever growing farm, john asks about his retirement and adam laughs
"retirement? i dont think i'll even get to that age"
this makes johns heart clench, he knows better than anyone else that everyday could be adams last "but if you got to, what would you do"
"i don't know" he shrugged "i never thought about it"
"you should join me"
"what?"
"you should join me, i have plenty of space and i could use a helping hand"
"you can't be serious"
"i am, you should give it a thought"
and the conversation ends there leaving adam quite baffled
though the idea sticks to his mind and finds that he actually quite likes the idea of growing old next to john in their his farm
and so another couple of years later, adam finds himself in front of johns farm asking if he has an extra room for him to which john receives him with open arms and a warm smile
#obviously he never ends up using that room past the couple of weeks cause for some reason he always ends up in johns bed#and they live gay ever after#mgs#metal gear solid#revolver ocelot#big boss#mgs big boss#mgs ocelot#bosselot#mine.#also hello?? i really hope people are still into mgs ha ha#pls ocelot is my stupid little scrunkly#hes my little pathetic wet tissue and i love him so much#this is like the plot of a fic i started writing years ago and like totally forgot#i have good ideas for them i just need to...... write
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Though the days blurred for him in Snezhnaya, Diluc could always tell when the day his birthday would come. It felt like a curse, the horrid feelings he’d so associated with that day never once failing to take hold of him, like a beast intent to tear out his throat. On day in particular, he would have honestly preferred that instead.
Even after coming back to Mondstadt, the day is something he loathes greatly. But Adelinde and Elzer, and Tunner and the rest of the staff do make it easier on him. There is always something special implicit in the way they go about their day, but never enough to dredge up the worst of the feelings. Just enough for it to seem like an appreciation of his effort and care for them. He’s truly thankful for it.
#hc; diluc#suicide ideation mention tw#//Almost forgot that tag. ACK#//athe one thing that sours his mood and the day for him every time is Kaeya#//That Kaeya isn’t among those who ‘celebrate’ him; is away; likely in mourning all by himself#//That when he DOES run into Kaeya; the man’s got that flouncy peacock facade on and feels more like a stranger than ever#//There were times when Diluc was tempted to beg for him to go back to the boy he was before; just for that day#//So they can mourn Crepus together; so they wouldn’t be ALONE on such a day#//Because in the midst of a crowd; it always feels so lonely without him by his side as always#//He hates that feeling so much; HATES feeling that palpable distance between them#//He wonders if Kaeya might feel that very same loss#//It annoys Diluc to no end that Kaeya seems to have moved on from their broken bond so easily; leaving him to mourn it alone#//Though times when he can see hints that Kaeya also aches to bridge the gap again set him at ease#//He just wants ONE birthday (and many more to follow) where Kae is back in the dining room with him#//Celebrating with their Winery family; like the good old days#//For now; Diluc is content with dining with his closest staff#//And humoring Kaeya’s antics at the Angel’s Share#//Two little worlds he hopes to bridge once again; and permanently so
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#personal#whats literally so funny was that as soon as i saw him walk in the room last year i knew he was gonna be trouble for me#however i never knew itd be this kind n this deep JDJDNDJJDNDJDNDNDN#we are like........ way closer than i ever anticipated. im terrified that we wont have anything to talk about once school ends#i wanna say so much to him but i... theres so much school stress i just.... i dont wanna add anything extra on top for myself or for him...#hhhhhh god lmao. this time last year i hadnt even spoken to him n now im like..... in this Thing that is maybe mutual but maybe isnt#god....... this shit is so hard NFJFJJFJFJFJF#i only see him like 3 more times in the near future......#then i gotta wait a bit.... but i dont want to 😭😭😭#i wanna see him every week.... at least... but its probably gonna be on a month basis even IF THAT....#god what if it all fizzles out............#hhhhhhhhhh#im gonna try to keep it going. im just..... idk. im scared#i hope he tries to keep it going too.....#its just hard.... when its 2 ppl that like.... only talk when they need to...... try to keep in touch JFJDJDJDJDKKDKDKDK#the most we go now is a full day without talking...... like either i'll message or he will#usually its me.... but... im more talkative i guess ... IDK#all ik is that i Know hes not talking to anyone else at school LMAO#one of my friends was like.... ya dont bother putting him in a group chat .. he never answere#while im over here like.... LOL he messages me back always within minutes/seconds#and if hes offline... as soon as hes back online.#JXJXKKXKXKXKZ GOD.#n e way. see him today............ looking forward to it but also nervous 😳#i'll be fine once i see him tho... its just the Anticipation#feel really comfortable around him LOL. never thought id say that#anyway
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Feeling absolutely shitty just wanna get high n curl up in a cocoon but ive got six hours left on this shift
#auds talks#i hope it's an extremely slow night#or at least no private rooms or super talkative ppl who let me kno their transphobic opinions#i think i might cry#cause like im at WORK im not going to argue with you#i just stare blankly till they say something else that's less horrible#plus im not good at “debating” anyway#the other person always just ends up yelling at me that im wrong no matter what facts i present
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second-to-last chapter of Empty Hands and Empty Rooms!!
i think there's just one more chapter left!!!! (though it might take uhh a minute, because not only am i back at work, but about to start 10 hour days and saturdays for two weeks UGH)(and then of course, the book-exclusive epilogue i cannot wait to get to)
#so close to the end!!!! really hoping it's ending ok#life happens and readers drop off from reading but it always worries me that maybe it got boring or took a direction they hated#ANYWAYS work is a public works project now which is such a nice change from tech companies#you sure do get tired of their 'don't use our elevator don't park on the (EMPTY) lower floors out of the rain don't breathe our air'#we're adding projectors to classrooms!!!#not thousand dollar lights to conference rooms for a gc that claims we're ''lucky'' to have parking#lmfao bitch its in our contract you dont have a CHOICE about that
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ngl i have so many thoughts about penelope sitting in the back of my mind, she's such an interesting character...
#i'm gonna try to avoid using penny when talking about her just so i don't confuse my pokemon moots ;0;#but yeah... just the imagery surrounding her has got me pondering#like the fact that the room she spends most of her time in at tangle tower is quite literally a gilded cage#or that she's wearing an outfit that's strikingly similar to her mother's if not the same exact outfit...#i also can't stop thinking about how i feel like she doesn't even have any true ill will towards anyone currently living at tangle tower#even flora (the character you could expect her to dislike based on her motivations) is someone she has some care for...#ALSO HER FUCKING REACTION WHEN YOU SUGGEST HER MOTIVATION WAS LONELINESS UGH!!!!#just.... fuck dude#i do hope we get to see her again#random idea i've thought about too is harrow getting involved in tracking down penny and it ending w/ a face-off between the two#i think that'd be cool...#wait shit my brain is making a connection with another idea i had hold on#*rubs my gay lil hands together* hmm 😈#sorry that my rambling's always relegated to the tags it's easier to parse my thoughts in short bursts like that#tangle tower#mj.txt#tangle tower spoilers
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