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lilislegacy · 2 days
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*percy controlling akhlys’ poison to use it against her and choking her on her own tears and saliva*
annabeth: never do it again. never do anything like it again. i’m begging you
many years later
*percy and annabeth’s teenage children being held at knifepoint by enemies, seconds away from being killed*
annabeth: percy, do it
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llove-me-anyway · 16 days
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Buck being held at gunpoint *mildly inconvenienced*
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Buck being caught by Eddie on his “first date with a dude” *life and death flashing before his eyes*
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armenelols · 8 months
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Daily reminder that it happened twice for someone to be compared to Oromë while riding into battle. The first one was Fingolfin. The second one was Théoden.
Fingolfin, burning with so much rage, Beleriand ablaze, his nephews dead, eyes so bright and inhuman and otherwordly that he gets mistaken for a Vala. And he challenged Morgoth to a fight, and wounded him seven times, and scarred him for the rest of eternity, and orcs made no boast about that duel, and no songs were sung about it, for the sorrow was too deep.
And Théoden. Just. Théoden. Whose mind was poisoned, whose son was dead, and the world was falling apart around him, but who would not stand down and would not give up. And the armies of Rohan came, the hosts of Mordor wailed, and terror took them, and they fled, and died, and the hoofs of wrath rode over them.
Something about Fingolfin riding out to challenge Morgoth in wrath and despair, raging at the world and nothing going as it should be — something about Théoden riding out in wrath and hope, because there is a better future and he will be damned if he doesn't do everything in his power to lead the world to it.
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a-dauntless-daffodil · 2 months
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a Charlie who spent the last few years kinda physically and emotionally isolated from people, now trying not to scare off the cute wounded dumpster lady she brought home-
and Charlie's still juuuuuuust out of practice enough that Vaggie (having fallen asleep sitting against a wall) not only wakes up gently covered in Charlie's coat (aww), but also with Charlie herself crouching Less Than A Foot Away From Her Face, Staring And Frowning With Worry
Vaggie: *groggy and in pain* *sees a demon* *AAAA*
Charlie: "Hi"
Vaggie: "AAAAH!!" (reflexively punches)
Charlie: (right before getting punched) "Are you feeling any bet- ARUGH!!!"
Vaggie realizing this is the nice demon? who helped her??? and she just punched the nice lady demon in the face????? hard enough to knock Charlie ass over tea kettle?????
Vaggie: (jumps up to help) "SORRY! I'm sorry I didn't-"
Vaggie: (back slams into wall)
Vaggie: "ah"
Vaggie: (faints from pain)
cute dumpster lady slumps unconscious to the floor, or rather onto the floor Charlie is already inhabiting. Charlie now has cute dumpster lady limp in her arms AND a black eye and one of these is really freaking her out
Charlie: "Oh nooooo. Oh shit oh fuck don't be dead don't be dead, first time alone with someone in years please please PLEASE don't say I've killed her- hey? Hey! Open your beautiful eyes! Y-your eye, your normal looking eye- I- Fuck fuck fuck-"
(vaggie groans)
Charlie: "-Ohhh thank hell. Whew."
next time Vaggie wakes up she thinks she's alone... until she looks around and sees Charlie peeking nervously around the edge of the open door. and it's, kinda hard to be freak out by a demon when she's huddled down as small as she can make herself, waving one finger at Vaggie tentatively, and whisper-shouting that she's got snacks and juice if Vaggie's feeling hungry
years later, Vaggie still feels really bad about the black eye thing. Charlie loves it though. she specially loves teasing that, technically, Vaggie was the one who hit on her first
Charlie: "Remember that time you punched me in the face?"
Vaggie: "I still have nightmares about it yeah."
Charlie: "I can't believe we'd barely even met, and you were already-"
Vaggie: "Babe no."
Charlie: "-you were already hitting on me~"
Vaggie: (groans in pain) (and with love)
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markscherz · 5 months
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you’re super good at taking selfies congrats
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and we haven't even scratched the surface
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tekitothemagpie · 5 months
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The Thing Is - Ellen Bass / The Unpublished Poems of E.E. Cummings / Birthday - Andrea Gibson
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dark-night-hero · 1 year
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Imagine when Itoshi Sae realizes things a little far too late.
Imagine Itoshi Sae wondering when it all started? Messages rarely received, calls barely make it through the night, the way you look so distracted when the two of you were in a video call, the fewer parcels he received. The way you look distracted and sometimes even out of it when he was in a phone call with you talking about whatever stuff he rant about.
"I'm sorry Sae, can we call things off tonight? I'm pretty tired from work." You spoke with an apologetic gaze over the scene. "Huh? Oh, yeah sure." "Thank you, then I'm hanging up then, Sae." The call ended just like that.
Imagine the way he starts wondering, when did it start? The lesser time the two of you had for each other. When the two of you started your relationship, both of you almost could not live without a single text or phone call per hour. It's been three days since he last saw your face over the phone, nine hours since you might have accidentally put him on ready. Were you that busy?
9:46 p.m
Sae: You good in there?
Sae: You left me on read, so I'm just checking up on you. Did something happen?
11:42 p.m
You: Sorry, something came up and I have to work overtime at the company.
You: It's lunchtime out there, right? Make sure to eat properly, I'm going to sleep now.
Imagine him wondering when you started looking like that? When did you start looking so dull even when talking about all your favorite, the things and stuff you love, you both love. And when was even the last time you've watched him play?
"I'm sorry, Sae, what were you talking about again? I didn't quite hear it." For the first time in this fifteen minutes video call, you finally spoke first words after telling him talk, well more like spoke things you can't seem to understand nowadays. Not that you really can not, but nowadays, it seems like... It feels strange.
"I was talking about our next game next week in there, at 27th, I was wondering if you could make it-?" It sounded desperate, as if he was looking forward for you to come. Maybe he was. He have not seen you in person for a while now. "27th? Oh God Sae, I have an important board meeting that day, I'm sorry I wouldn't able to come..." Strange enough, it scares him how despite your voice sounds genuinely disappointed of the unexpected circumstances were, you look rather unbothered.
Imagine as he was looking forward to seeing you again once he got back into his home country. There, you were usually greeting him with a smile on your face. But now, it wonders him when did you started looking at him with such dull eyes and a rather forced smile on your lips.
"Is everything okay? You look.." like you don't want to be with him right now. Uncomfortable. "Huh? Ye.. Everything is alright right now. You're here now." Why do you look like you're trying to convince yourself right now? Did you even realize you did not even try to go for a hug like you usually does the moment you see him at the airport?
Imagine Itoshi Sae wondering where it all went wrong as he watched you pack your things as he stood there at the door right after you told him, "Things aren't working anymore between the two of us that's why... We should take a break."
Imagine as he sat down on the sofa at the spacious living room, he turned on the television to at least bring noise into the silent room. Only to find your favorite slow playing that sent a pang on his chest. He did not even dare turn it off. He just stood up and went into the kitchen when he found a still hot meal at the table, a note left right beside it.
Do not misunderstand, I still love you. Heavens, God I do Sae. I love you very much, but I can no longer do this alone. You know what I'm talking about Sae. I can't be in this all alone when it should be the two of us together. I'm sorry. I really do, but I really can't do this anymore. I hope you don't starve yourself, not tonight, not tomorrow, and the following day. Please do take care of yourself, I hate to see you neglecting yourself.
- (First name)(Lastname)
Imagine the way he scoffs and rolls his eyes, the note slowly crumple in his palm. But then, eventually, he let out a sigh and sat down the seat right in front of the meal left on the table. He doesn't have an appetite. And yet, as his shaking hands picked up the cutlery on the table, as he piece by piece ate the meal on the table. A single tear falls down, followed by another.
Imagine, the more he thinks about it. The more he realizes, he was the one to blame for all of this. It was never you. It was him all along, was it not?
"So the thing was, one of my coworkers-" "I'm sorry, can we talk about this next time? I'm really tired, we just finished a game and.." "Oh, I'm sorry. You didn't inform me you have a game today, I could have watched." "Hmm. Yeah, I forgot." Then he groan, "Sorry, I'm really tired I'm hanging up." "Okay dear, I love y-" Call ended.
yesterday, 8:47 p.m
You: Jgh, what about you?
You: Oh wait it's probably around lunch in there, have a nice day, dear. Please do eat a proper meal. :)
yesterday, 9:30 p.m
You: Dear?
You: You left me on read, is everything alright in there?
You: I hope you're alright.
yesterday, 10:28 p.m
You: Sae?
You: I know you're busy, but can you at least tell me if you're doing well in there?
yesterday, 11:47 p.m
You: I'm sorry if I'm bothering you right now, but I'm worried.
today, 3:24 a.m
You: I just contacted your manager, idk why I haven't done that in the first place, but at least I can now sleep knowing you're just knocked out after practice. I'm going to sleep now, I'm sorry for the spam messages, I love you. :)
"I didn't know you had a game today." You spoke over the phone. "Huh? I didn't tell you?" "You didn't." There was a bitter smile on your face. "Sorry, I must have forgotten about it. It's nothing important, after all." "Nothing important, you say.." "What was that?" "Nothing dear." You laugh. "When will your next game be? It's been a while since I've watch you on the field." "Oh that? I'm not sure." There was a few moments of silence after that. "(First name)?" "Yes dear?" "I got to go." "Alright, take care, I lov-" Call ended.
"You see, I've seen this great place for couples and newlyweds for a perfect vacation-" "Can't we just stay home?" "But dear, we've talked about this-" "It's been a while since I've been given a vacation, can we just.. Can't we just stay at home?" Frustrated, he didn't even look at you, nor was he able to pick up the hits you've been giving him, even the way you were caressing the empty spot on your ring finger, and lastly, the crestfallen look on your face that was quickly replaced by a fake smile. "... Alright, let's do that."
Imagine the way it was all coming back to him at that very moment. The way he just sat there, eating and crying, he could not even utter a word nor let out a sound of pain. Because he deserves it, he deserves every bit of pain he was feeling right now for taking you for granted and realizing it, a little too late. You have already left, and right now, all he could do was wait. Wait for you to come back, even if you might never wish to do so.
[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°
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llovelymoonn · 8 months
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ellen bass poetry of presence: an anthology of mindfulness poems: "the thing is" \\ marya hornbacher waiting (via @weltenwellen) \\ tory dent collected poems: "us"
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singlecrow · 1 month
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If your response to "Harry Potter is the creation of a violent transphobe" is "well actually I never liked it anyway" your concern is with your moral defensibility rather than its transphobia
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tohot4u · 3 months
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Macaque doodles cuz I’m going through a artstyle crisis
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sluttyhenley · 10 months
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Bruce Springsteen Series
If I hadn’t gotten up, I would’ve missed it.
Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen
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bansq · 4 months
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There are two wolves inside of me; one wants to see how long I can grow my hair, the other wants to shave it all off immediately.
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lucdoodle · 10 days
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I WAS WONDERING WHY MY FILE TOOK SO LONG TO LOAD HOW DID THAT HAPPEN BRO???!! 😭
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thechekhov · 8 months
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you guys are so kind, commenting about how I cut Silas' hair for the portraits, and made him look like a shaved chihuahua, but the truth is much dumber
I simply forgor
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frownyalfred · 1 month
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john constantine x alfred ......a veil has been lifted from my eyes. i feel like constantine would be lounging around wayne manor recovering after helping bruce with a mystery, and alfred would somehow ignite his daddy issues.
bruce is not happy. bruce is incandescent. bruce thinks alfred could do MUCH better, like martha kent. clark asks bruce to keep his mother's name out of his mouth because she is not about to wade into this water.
alternatively. martha kentxjohn constantinex alfred
why are you actually making this sound a little plausible, anon? (daddy issues are no match for one Alfred Pennyworth!)
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