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frownyalfred · 7 months

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the thing I love so much about writing a Mandalorian Batfamily is that in Mando culture, the forehead tap they do (Keldabe) can be very sweet and gentle and also the most passionate thing ever where you’re basically head butting your brother and might actually hurt yourself if only one of you is wearing a helmet but it doesn’t matter, that’s how much you love them and that simply describes the Batfamily to a T. Just slamming your heads together in love and relief so hard one of you bleeds.

#thoughts #mandalorian batfamily AU #bloodletting my beloved #something something harsh but all consuming love #wordless love #mandalorian culture #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batfamily #Star Wars

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presiding · 3 months

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by @ferretrix & inspired by sergey kolesov's karnaca studies. commissioned for dishonored 2 rewrite, the monster in the hull

#dishonored #emily kaldwin #dishonored 2 #karnaca #the monster in the hull #clutching my head in my hands. SO BEAUTIFUL.#LOVE. LOVE the leviathan take on emily. its!! so!!#*wordless pointing*#my commissions #ferretrix #sergey kolesov

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decarath-s · 8 months

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Listen ofc all of the Unreal Unearth songs are amazing because it's Hozier we're talking about but holy fuck-

Personally the song in this album that smacked me across the face at first was Abstract (Psychopomp), and I can't believe more people are not going feral over it like I am, look-

H U H

I saw you perform this ultimately fruitless yet incredibly significant, humane and selfless act of kindness. You put your own life at risk for something others would have considered "too small". I saw you run into moving traffic, stain your own hands, just to offer a little comfort to this poor animal in its dying moments. I was terrified, I knew I had no choice but to love you.

#i think the whole idea of the push and pull of life and death is very present through the album but the 'i will fight to get to live this #one life' hits me so so hard #the idea of springing into movement for something so much smaller than you but with so much value #the idea of both the savior's and the animal's eyes shining with anguished tears #its insane #also look into the phsychopomp mythological context it's interesting #hozier #andrew hozier byrne #unreal unearth #text #that unstoppable surge of emotions to give all life the value it deserves #PLEASE add your thoughts kn the tags or comment's I'd love to hear them #ALSO!! i Believe that lyrically this song is simpler than his usual work and that shows a new kind of genious #im wordless again

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ghouljams · 9 months

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We haven’t touched on Cowboy!Ghost’s, well, ghosts before, and I literally couldn’t get this out of my head last night. I’m going to treat this like actual fic, I feel so fancy...

Warnings:

Hurt/Comfort, Graphic depictions of animal death, PTSD, Ghost going through it

Pairing:

Ghost x OC (Goose) [can be read as x reader]

Summary:

Early days of Ghost and Goose’s relationship. Ghost has always prided himself on his ability to handle any situation, no matter how bleak. So why does he find himself so ill equipped to handle something as small as a couple chickens death?

A coyote got into the henhouse last night.

You can hear its yips and snarls, the aggressive barks of your cattle dog as it darts at the chicken wire, the starling lack of clucking. You whistle for the dog, and it races to go check on the other animals. The last thing you need is for the coyote to get into it with Mav when you pull its sorry ass from the chicken pen. You yawn, trying to hold onto the hope that at least some of your ladies got somewhere safe before the carnage started. You’ll stop by the tractor supply later and grab some chicks to bolster your flock again.

You stop. Watching Ghost stand frozen in front of the pen, shoulders tight, barely breathing. His eyes a million miles away.

The pen is littered with half shredded chickens. Feather and muscle strewn about. The wild frenzy of a half starved predator laid out in front of you. The loose organs and scent of death turns your stomach, you can’t imagine what it does to a fresh soldier. Ghost’s finger twitches, beating a rapid tattoo against his thigh, his gun is still neatly holstered. You suppose that’s for the best, or maybe a signal of the worst.

You think about your first fourth of July after your Daddy’s second tour. The way he’d disappeared into the house like a ghost. The way your momma handed you off to your granny and followed after him. How your granny had told you: sometimes you see something so bad it never leaves you.

"Go wait in the house," you tell him as soft as you can, pulling at his arm to try and pull his attention. Ghost nods mutely, eyes still glued to the blood soaked earth and torn limp bodies. "Go on," you press a little more firmly, you lead him away from the henhouse, out of sight of it, "I'll be in shortly."

Ghost follows your direction, ears ringing, head stuffed with cotton. Everything feels far away and yet so brightly present. He can smell gunpowder and burnt flesh, can feel the wet warmth of blood on his clothes where he knows there isn't any. Can hear the shouting. He pushes the front door to the house open and holds the brass handle tight in his fingers for a long moment, just standing, waiting. As if he'll hear the pang of gunfire over the infinitely patient silence.

He goes to the kitchen and puts the kettle on. Stares at the black iron as it sits on the burner and waits for the yip of the coyote, the last gunshot. It doesn’t come. You take his hand in the silence and turn the burner off. Lead him to the table and sit him heavily in one of the wooden chairs. Ghost keeps his eyes forward, his shoulders rigid. He waits. He doesn't know what he's waiting for. For the memories to stop.

His hat is removed, set carefully on the table. A warm cloth touches his face, wiping gently at the crease in his forehead, at the stern set of his brow. Your fingers reach for the edge of his mask and he grabs your wrist, eyes finally darting to yours in a panic. He can't. It's too much, too hard. He can't.

Somehow you seem to understand, fingers sliding instead to cup his jaw, to rub your thumb against his cheek over the soft cotton. The washcloth wipes his brow again, still warm and soothing.

"You're safe," you murmur, "Safe and sound right here with me. And Daddy.” You tack Price on, as if you might not be enough to convince him. As if it isn’t your touch that’s bringing him back, your eyes that hold his with such kind patience it makes his heart hurt. “We won't let anything hurt you."

Ghost doesn’t say anything, can’t make his lips move or conjure a thought as to what he might say. If there is anything to say. Is there anything to say?

You tip his head forward, press the lightly damp cloth against the back of his neck. He lets his hand drop from your wrist as you move your hand from his cheek to scratch your fingers through his hair. Gentle, calming touches. Never asking more from him than his comfort.

He settles his hands on your hips, and for a moment he can pretend you’re his.

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waitingforthesunrise · 5 months

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And what do I do? I live. I try to make sense of life. I lean on my kitchen counter and get lost in the soup. I gaze at flowers and sunbeams and the cracking paint. I am in love and I am in pain and they are becoming less like lovers and more like friends. I like it that way; when I’m at the breakfast table, my head is quieter. I watch sunrises and I go insane, very quietly, over the twists and turns of poetry. I still smile when I cry. I am so loved, so fucking loved, and I hold the love carefully between my hands – like a present I’m still shocked to receive.

I stand in the grass and close my eyes; the trees laugh, softly, caressing the wind, and I am a life in a life full of little lives.

What is worship but a wordless cry – how good it is, how good it is, how good. How good is the laughter of friends and the sharp decoration of a pinecone? How good is the blue slide of sky, how good is my song, how good is a voice raised loud in joy?

And I live. I try to make sense of life. I cry in restaurant bathrooms. I dance. I pull my car over to take pictures of sunsets. I am in love. I tuck my pain into bed and kiss her forehead gently. Rage grabs my shoulder; I stare back. I am a life in a life full of little lives and I still don’t know how that happened. How good is it, to have people who your heart can rest with? How good is it, to see the stars? How good is it, to know I will cry again – I will wonder – I will let my heart be ripped clean and yet. And yet. I go on.

What is worship but a wordless cry?

I am glad to be alive.

#this was meant to be about gratitude and i got carried away a little lol #its been. a year.#last october/november/december was some of the hardest moments i've ever been through #and now. this november. io be honest. I feel more loved and happier then i ever have #and my tumblr family has had SO MUCH to do with that #my wordless cry is that i'm glad to be alive with you #original poetry #original writing #creative writing #female writers #writers of tumblr #ari writes

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tardxsblues · 1 year

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curlymedusa · 2 years

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💙✨❤️ my spread for the @earlyseasonsklzine ❤️✨💙

#voltron legendary defender #voltron #vld #klance #Allura #lance mcclain #keith kogane #myart #earlyseasonsklzine #So proud of this one!!!#I love making wordless comics

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soundsfaebutokay · 2 years

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If we take into account Joey's comment that all three albums form a trilogy, and ruin is "the thing that ties everything together," then we have a story that begins with

Run to show that love's worth running to

and ends with

If I don't make it back from where I've gone Just know I loved you all along

Excuse me while I slowly but surely descend into madness about that.

#*wordless cry of agony*#ruinanniversary2022 #Love Run (Intro)#Inkpot Gods #The Amazing Devil #ruin #Love Run #The Horror and the Wild #Joey Batey #Madeleine Hyland #music #my faves #my TAD obsession #ruin2022

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skoulsons · 1 year

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The thing is-

This isn’t a palm-to-palm, four fingers wrapped around the edge of each others hand type of hand hold. This is personal. This is connection. This is pleading. This is a pledge of loyalty. This is care. This is comfort. This is words unspoken. This is so much wrapped into one thing. It’s Ellie coming back after being shoved away by him with every ounce of power he could muster, rejected by him, being told “leave. You go,” and coming back after finding a needle and thread, pulling his coat off and grabbing his hand immediately. Not placing her hand over his, grabbing it. Interlocking their fingers. Watching him, telling him, without a single word- I’m not leaving. I’m here. We take care of each other, so let me do this for you. Let me care for you. Let me take care of you. Let me love you, because there’s a chance here, and as much as you want to protect me by telling me to go, that’s not how this works. We’re stuck with each other. I’m not letting you die.

#oh look #more wordless communication #just like episode 5 #MAN I LOVE POETRY #am I okay? no not at all.#more to come about this specific scene soon!! I will not shut up tonight!!!!#the last of us hbo #tlou spoilers #joel miller #ellie williams

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theloveinc · 7 months

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No more of “would you still love me if I was a worm” shit. DO you love me enough to keep me in a cage in your living room if I turned into a flesh eating zombie? Answer me. Happy Halloween.

#LMFAO there’s this tik tok account that makes these crazy wordless stories thru sims clips #and I love them #and most recently it was one where the couple were zombies who died tragically but still loved each other #WOULD U FEED ME SPOILED MEAT AND WATCH TV WITH ME EVEN IF I HAD TO BE CHAINED TO YOUR WALL #YOU BETTER SAY YES #lowkey I wanna write this lmfao #it’s the monster high #caitie blabs

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kuzakat · 2 months

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#heres the wordless version of chapter 12s art ✨️#dibper #murder boyfriends au #this isn't love this is a bloodbath #dib #dib x dipper #dib membrane #dipper x dib #dipper pines #invader zim #gravity falls #crossover #izgf #iz x gf #crossover ship #kuza art

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red-moon-at-night · 6 months

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Hey this MV sure has a LOT of split second graphics huh

A very short MV but maybe, just maybe, I'll forgive the milgram team with the love letter to graphic design (you know, because that's mikoto's job) and sheer volume of semi-decipherable and semi-indecipherable text/iconography/colour choices...

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