knew I felt unloveable and then continued to make me feel even more that way
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"take your bloody hands off of me!" from claire
@retrograderesemblance
The air was thick with smoke from musket-fire, and shouts arose from varying vantage points as Ben remained hunkered low behind a tree. He and his men had been out on a reconnaissance mission – it was supposed to be quick and open-and-shut – yet despite assurances of otherwise, they’d been thwarted by a small group of loyalists.
Aiming his flintlock as silently as he could, Ben glanced around the tree in his cramped position, his vision momentarily blinded by sweat as he searched through the woods. His cheek stung from a shallow cut he’d received from a low-hanging branch, and with a grimace, he paused to wipe his sleeve across the wound. Blood and perspiration smeared across his white cuff and further dirtied up his uniform.
Bang!
Fresh musket-shot zipped through the air and Ben dove to the side before running in a zigzag. Not pausing to look over his shoulder, he wove in between various trees and tore through the underbrush, all the while searching for the perfect place to take cover. Nearly losing his balance across the forest floor, he righted himself again and stumbled onward, but not before slamming headlong into a figure…something petite and warm.
Cursing, Ben managed to keep his flintlock from discharging as he landed harshly onto the stranger. He was suddenly peering directly into two wide eyes, and his breath caught once he realized he’d fallen over stop of…a woman? What in God’s name…?
Scanning the stranger from head to toe, he balked in mortification once he realized this woman was indecent – her odd-looking shift ended well above the knee, and her stockings, though a decent enough cover, were a peculiar color and fabric. Good God, who would have been cruel enough to steal this woman’s skirts? And why?
"Take your bloody hands off of me!"
Oh. Well, that had certainly been sobering...
Amidst trying to keep himself from being overheard by the enemy, let alone targeted, he now had to deal with a screeching, hysterical woman on top of it all. Had he been any less shocked, he might have slapped the sense into her -- he'd seen the camp physicians do this more than once -- but he remained stock-still and frozen before stammering, "I...I-I...m-madam, I am only trying to help...please! You must keep your voice down!"
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Why'd you and your ex break up? Was it over his thumb dick?
Lol no. It was a compilation of too many offenses.
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Made a decision. Sticking to it. I will at some point archive the ShortFormBlog content. But at this point, this is a personal Tumblr. I may even, shocker of shockers, change the name. I’ll highlight things I’m working on, but I also just want a spot where I can throw random opinions into the void.
This Tumblr has 21,000 posts on it. I would much prefer to put the 21,000 posts somewhere else where they can be mothballed but keep the community I built here. (Hey @staff, any ideas?)
I am a huge advocate of protecting the past, but I don’t want the past to hold me back, either. So yeah, this is just an Ernie Smith Tumblr. I will post news sometimes. I will post other things. But the takeaway is that I will post.
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everyone’s hugging their 14 year old self when really i wish i was hugging my 16 year old self. you thought you had to be grown up but you were still just a kid. the world was falling apart and you were stuck in the middle of it. it wasn’t your fault. you just wanted to experience that teenage love you can only have once, but she used you. you can love again. mom loves you she was just in pain. your body is yours, it’s no one else’s. you’re 20 and loved. the world is dark at times but sometimes you’ll look around and it’ll be bright and beautiful.
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You ever want to call someone out for being lying piece of shit. But just don’t have the energy anymore…….
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I stand here... with arms down
Not heated, I've calmed down
It's just I felt you slip away from me
Like you didn't even know me...
Oh, like you didn't even care
About the life we built for us
Only, only, only for us
Only, only, only for us
Before you stand your ground, what are you doing?
'Cause everything around us will be ruined
Again we'll have to search for what we had....
When the past is the past..
It's just that.. it pains me..
To know that.. you don't feel me..
Through all mistakes that we had overcome
I never thought this'd be the one
Oh, I guess this life will always have a way
Of finding us at bay..
Like us, like us, it fades away..
Like us, like us, it fades away....
Before you stand your ground, what are you doing?
'Cause everything around us will be ruined
Again we'll have to search for what we had....
When the past is the past, let the past be the past
Before you stand your ground, what are you doing?
'Cause everything around us will be ruined
Again we'll have to search for what we had...
Let the past be the past
Before you stand your ground, what are you doing?
'Cause everything around us will be ruined
Again we'll have to search for what we had...
Let the past be the past... let the past be the past..
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I hope you’re well, wherever you are.
May you find what you’re looking for in this world.
Happy April 14th, D.
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"people show their true colours in life threatening situations" no, they show you what they act like when they're mortally terrified, an emotion notorious for literally turning your entire brain off to the point where people who go into those situations as a profession need to be literally trained on how to not have that happen
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