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suppose-i-was-worm · 9 months

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I Put a Spell On You

Real Married (Part 2)

“Danny, I would like to request that you return the favor from the other day in kind.”

Damian set his books down next to Danny’s at the library table casually, as if he hadn’t just implied that he wanted to fake date Danny again.

Swallowing, Danny returned his attention to his laptop, typing away resolutely and hoping his blush wasn’t too red.

“Sure, what’s the occasion?”

He thought he saw Damian smile smugly out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned his head, his technical-husband had on his typical blank expression.

“My family is under the impression that I have a significant other, and Grayson was so excited. I cannot bear to disappoint him.”

Danny chuckled.

“Yeah, from what you’ve told me, that tracks. When do you need me?”

“I would like to hold the ruse for at least a month, culminating in a gala at which point we will be free to stage a breakup.”

Squinting, Danny stared at his friend. Fake boyfriend.

“You’re doing this to get out of going to galas again, aren’t you.”

Damian shrugged.

“That is one of the benefits, yes.”

Danny laughed and saved his work, closing his laptop and taking Damian’s hand.

“Alright, boyfriend. Take me out to lunch.”

His husband lifted Danny’s hand to his lips, a smirk dancing across his face.

“Anything for you, Beloved.”

~~~

The next month was wonderful- Danny swanned around on Damian’s arm half the time, and let himself indulge in all the little touches and lingering kisses that he wanted. Damian hadn’t told him when they were meeting his family, but given Damian’s nature, his family probably kept an eye on him somehow anyways.

He especially liked it when Damian wore jeans- a rare occasion, but it meant he could slide one hand into Damian’s back pocket possessively. It made the part of him that was the ghost king 24/7 feel like he was doing something right when it came to his consort.

Danny couldn’t help that he was a guardian spirit. Or that it felt like he was guarding Damian somehow the more he staked his (fake) claim.

Sam and Tucker spent at least an hour teasing him about it when he told them what was going on.

“Danny, you really should tell him how you feel.”

Danny pouted at Jazz.

“He’s not the kind of person who would be okay with that, Jazz. It’s fine, though, I found the ritual to dissolve the marriage. I’ll tell him after the gala.”

Jazz looked at him judgmentally.

“You have to tell him the truth, Danny, or you’ll be heartbroken in the end.”

“I already am.”

~~~

The dreaded gala came before Danny wanted it to. Damian had taken him to get a suit fitted, somehow keeping a hand on him throughout the entire process.

They looked good together- Danny in a black suit with dark green accents and Damian in a matching green suit with black accents. It was a whirlwind getting into the gala, cameras flashing and snapping the entire walk into the venue, Damian’s hand heavy on Danny’s waist.

Danny did his best to focus on the warmth on his hip instead of the nerves roiling in his stomach. He had to not only fake date Damian tonight, but fake fight him and fake break up with him.

He also promised himself that he would tell Damian about the ritual after. The heavy tome that he’d gotten from the Realms sat innocently on his apartment table, disguised to look like a textbook.

“Beloved?”

With a start, he looked up at Damian, who was watching him with concern flickering in his emerald eyes.

“Are you alright, Beloved? We can leave if you are overwhelmed.”

Danny shook his head, noting that Damian’s family was waiting for them a little ways into the venue.

“It’s no more overwhelming than anything here in Gotham.”

Damian smiled gently and leaned down to kiss him, sparking a cacophony of camera flashes and reporters yelling questions.

The two of them made their way past the doors and into the throng of party-goers.

“You must be Danny. I’m sure there’s no need for us to introduce ourselves.”

Danny smiled at Bruce Wayne guilelessly.

“Of course not! Damian speaks highly of all of you. Thank you very much for the invitation tonight- everything looks wonderful.”

Bruce Wayne smiled back, a sharp glint in his eye as he sized Danny up. Danny didn’t flinch, holding the billionaire’s gaze without hesitation.

After a few moments, the older man nodded and turned away, his smile growing wide and insincere.

Danny, a person with no self control, looked mischievously up at Damian.

“I don’t know, Dames- Bernard in psych might be right. The butts do match.”

Three of the other Bats near them snickered, but Damian just looked fondly down at Danny.

Ancients, Damian was a good actor. Danny knew he was just letting himself enjoy this, but Damian surely must be putting on an act. He couldn’t feel the same way, not in a million years. Their connection was forced in the first place, and Danny couldn’t- he couldn’t take more advantage of that than he already had.

Damian led him onto the dance floor, and then into a slow swaying dance.

Danny, pressed close to his soon-to-be ex-husband and the love of his life, couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I found the ritual to fix the- marriage thing.”

“Oh?”

Nodding, Danny focused on their feet.

“Yeah. It’s at my apartment. We can go take care of that after, if you want?”

Damian was quiet for a long time, so Danny finally worked up enough courage to look up at the other man.

“Are you- angry?”

“No, Beloved.”

The crease in between his eyebrows told Danny differently.

“You look angry.”

“I am not.”

Danny stopped dancing and pulled away from Damian. Okay, might as well start this fight, then.

“I don’t like you lying to me, Dames.”

He heard whispers start to wash over the room as they looked at each other. Danny put his hands on his hips.

Damian crossed his arms.

“I thought you were more observant, Daniel.”

“Don’t call me that.”

The rest of the sentence caught up to Danny.

“What was I supposed to be observing?”

“You really hadn’t noticed? You- of course you hadn’t. You were so focused on finding out how to end this that you never looked at me.”

Danny took a step back at the venom in Damian’s voice, his eyes widening.

“Never looked at you? I- I looked at you the entire time! If I had my way I’d never- Ancients, Damian, you’re the one who doesn’t-“

He cut himself off, feeling ice start to creep across the floor as his emotions took hold.

“Doesn’t what?”

Damian’s voice was quiet, but dangerous, as if Danny had said something horrible.

Danny stayed quiet, stubbornly looking away.

“Doesn’t what, Danny.”

He made the mistake of looking back at Damian, and the anger on his husband’s face made him snap.

“Doesn’t love me back, Damian! You- you were forced into this arrangement in the first place, and I appreciate the help you’ve given me, but I don’t- I don’t want you to feel obligated just because I’m so besotted!”

Danny was practically yelling by the end of his confession, and the look on Damian’s face had changed from anger to shock during it.

“You- Beloved.”

Damian stalked forward, and Danny could only stand frozen until the taller man gathered him into his arms and drew him into a passionate kiss.

It took a moment for Danny to realize what was happening, but then he participated enthusiastically, melting into Damian’s embrace.

When neither of them could breathe, Damian pulled back a fraction of an inch.

“I do not want you to leave me, Danny. I want to tie you to me in this world as we are tied in the next. Please- I beg of you, and I do not beg often. Stay with me, Beloved.”

Danny wrapped his arms around Damian’s neck and drew his husband into another kiss.

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zonerobotnik · 9 months

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I just thought about a scene where a witch or a sorceress hears about Pariah trying to take over the world and being fed up.

So she travel to the Ghost World and deal with him face to face.

Witch: "I'm giving you one chance. Get lost or face the consequences."

Pariah: "Who dares to speak to me like that! You mortal worm!"

Pariah tries to kill her with a ray, but she disappears shortly before it hits and reappear beside the burnt ground.

Witch: "Very well, you wanted it. And yes, I am mortal, like you were once."

Pariah: "What are you aiming for, blasphemer?"

Witch: "What I am aiming for? Simple. The fact that I, something mortal, can exist here, always implies that something else can also exist."

Pariah: "What are you talking about?"

Witch: "I sometimes read about a spirit named Clockwork. Do you by chance know from whome he and his predecessor Kronos got their scythes from?"

The witch raises her arms. Revealing a glowing signet.

Witch: "You have a ring, so do I, let's see whose better. He is here."

Pariah shoots another ray, but it simply vanishes around the glow of the ring.

Witch: "In the name of the seal of the ring of the king you were once submissive to, whome you read your list to, spirit who appeared in a rose to the creator of false life! I demand you to do my bidding!"

Darkness like mist surrounds the two of them, countless eyes of every colour appear in the darkness and stare them.

Witch: "Do it!"

An enormous black trunk, a black hand spindle and a black book with a black feather appear before the witch. She opens the trunk and kick it over, revealing dust, small pieces of bone and a broken in skull.

The witch inspects the thread.

Witch: "Oh dear, how worthless, so many rotten pieces of thread, so much blood."

She takes the book and opens it at the last page, takes the feather and pierces her arm with it. With her blood she crosses out the last word.

Pariah screams.

The spindle glows as the thread shoots forth, directly into Pariah's chest and the pile of dust. Both glow bright black before dust and Pariah connect.

The black mists disappears and there stands a naked, 7 foot 8 man where the ghost king stood.

Pariah: "What in the name of- ARRRGHHH!!!"

He screams in agony as his crown and his ring sear his skin and flesh. He throws them both away and steadies his breath as he knees on the ground.

Pariah: "What, what did you do, you whench?"

Witch: "A miracle. I did a miracle. You are alive again."

She steps towards the ring and the crown.

Witch: "Also, do you know what you just did? You threw them away. You voluntarily threw them away. On your own accord. You no longer want them. You lost your claim on them. I think I will keep them, for safeties sake, of course."

He tries to grab the jewellery, but she already made them dissappear.

Witch: "As for you, I think a cage would do well, we don't want you to kill yourself after how much work I just put into reanimating you."

Both dissappear in bright red fire.

7 foot? She SHRANK him, too? Pariah Dark is HUGE.

For the record, Vlad here is one of the tallest guys in the cast. This is how big Pariah Dark is to him. He's HUGE. Also, Witch, HE LOST CLAIM ON THEM A WHILE AGO, HE'S NOT THE GHOST KING ANYMORE. She can't actually use them unless she bests Danny in battle, and they will vanish from her hold after a while because Clockwork wouldn't allow her to keep them.

#ask zone stuff

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phantomphangphucker · 5 years

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Ectober Week Day 4: Artifact - Realities Little Joke For Infinity

A semi-vanquished ally is here for the end game, but way more confusing and completely unable to be taken seriously.

Strange looks to Wong, “is that everyone?”. Who squints back at him, sounding a bit incredulous, “what, you wanted more?”.

AntMan punches down a ship, the small slowly forming portal behind everyone going largely unnoticed. Before massive missiles start slamming into the ground and a little ugly brown van blows up.

Captain Marvel faces Thanos with a harsh desperate glare. Grabbing his hand and struggling to hold it, to stop him from snapping his fingers. Hearing Strange gasp, slightly started, and both her and Tony turn their heads slightly to look. Blinking, firmly confused, they didn’t have anyone who made green portals did they? As a kid? Teen? Just hops through, smirking slightly and sitting down on the rim of the portal. Followed by a blast knocking Thanos back and one of the stones flying away. The kid swings his legs, carefree, “yes he wanted more”. Then the kids blue-eyes look around at everyone, before he hops to the ground and starts walking forwards, swinging his legs wide and silly as he waves slightly, “what’s up? Was told some crazy shit was going down and, this is a quote by the way, ‘lose the stars to gain the stars. In a clashing of gold fists against one who consumes life’. So, uh, care to explain?”.

Captain Marvel gestures with her hands at the fighting going on. Thanos punching Thor as they clamour over the drooped stone, makes for pretty good added emphasis. The black haired kid tilts his head slightly, hums, and nods, “okay yeah, giant fight and giant purple asshole seems rather self explanatory”.

Hawkeye shots arrows at one of Thanos’s goons as it charges at the damn kid, what the Hell is he even doing here? Blinking a bit in disbelief as the kid just sidesteps a goon and then kicks it in the head, sending it flying. Hearing the kid snicker, “well that was easy”, before siding over to Tony.

Tony glances between the fight and the kid repeatedly, blasting at a goon while trying to figure out what’s going on. He’s all for more help, pretty actively desperate for it actually, but how old is this kid? He doesn’t even look all that bothered by what’s going on. Screwing up his face as the kid just hops around a little, “battle suit, nice. Looks for all the after-world better than Skulker’s. I’m Phantom by the way, from the future. Here to fix your shit, cause apparently you need it”.

Tony squints at him as he blasts away another goon, “how old are you? Better yet, who the Hell sends a random unarmed kid to a battlefield?”. At least Peter had his damn suit. This ‘Phantom’ looks like he just got out of school. But hey, the name implies he’s probably a hero of some kind.

Phantom smiles toothily, “oh that’s easy. Sixteen and some sixty billion year old dead guy did. So what’s going on here? Obviously these army beasts are problem pests, like skeletons, and purple nasty is, well, nasty”.

“Kid, this is the middle of battle. Not really the time for chit-chat and debriefing”, while sending Strange a ‘what the Hell look, will this work out?’.

Phantom laughs and uppercuts a spaceship with a massive mouth, it exploding apart, “naw! Fighting's the best time to open your yap. I mean Zone, talking while getting or giving an ass kicking is basically my shtick!”. Danny kicks another goon, “back in blacks get ready for a heart attack because my dead-ass is here”.

Making Tony shake his head, obviously this kid was extremely strong, “Christ kid. Purple guy’s Thanos. Removed half the life in the universe, trying to stop that. Used the thing on his arm to do it. Infinity Gauntlet, super powerful but needs some stones, just snapped his fingers and we all lost someone we goddamn loved. Now he just wants to destroy everyone, so don’t goddamn waste my time kid. If you’re gonna help then help”.

Phantom chuckles, “tsk tsk tsk, touchy are we?”, tapping his chin dramatically, “though yeah, that’s pretty fucking bad. Gonna take a gander and say this shit can be undone and stopped?”.

Tony groans calling Strange over and pointing at the kid, “is he useful?”. While a few other magicians take over dealing with the massive waterfall.

Phantom just tilts his head as Strange looks him over, before Strange furrows his brows, “I can’t see him in any timeline”.

Tony blinks, “what?”, being distracted enough to get slammed in the side by a rock.

While Phantom waves Strange off, “expected, cape boy”, lifting up the gear shaped necklace he’s wearing, “‘tis a Time Medallion. Basically excludes me from time. Technically this past isn’t my timelines past, so if I take this off I’ll be transported back to my own timeline. But I’m here to make this past my timelines past! So hooray! Complicated time shit to stop the world from ending”, back handing another goon and putting that hand on his hip, “so how’s we gonna stop this crap?”.

Strange sighs, ‘complicated time shit’ was one of the banes of his life. “That makes you an unknown to me but fine. Wearing the gauntlet allows the wearer to have one wish, regardless of what it is, granted. At the expense of losing one of the things they care for most or self-sacrifice. But the person must also be able to bear the power of it, though this power could be shared”.

Tony grunts as he flies by, “which is our plan! Now stop being a distraction!”.

Phantom tilts his head and laughs, “well that explains that! So basically this guy’s a strong SOB and doing some reality bending shit with a hunk of arm metal. But he’s doing it like a dick, probably over some weird philosophy”, Phantom slides to the side, avoiding a goon, “don’t worry your pretty little heads. Imma be an ironic copycat and I always did need to lose the one thing I cared for most”.

“Kid, we need help fighting right now, not for the later hand joining circle! Help stop people from dying and let the grown ups handle Thanos!”.

Phantom swings off his back pack and shoves his hand in it, “oh you misunderstand”. Standing up with a massive shit-eating grin, something looking concerningly similar to the Infinity Gauntlet on his arm.

Strange eyes this kid, obviously that wasn’t actually the same gauntlet, other wise paradoxes. Just so many paradoxes. Not even having to ask as the kid speaks cheerily, “this is the Reality Gauntlet. If you know how to activate all the stones, it grants you control over all of reality. Everything really. No limits. No down falls. Purple grape ‘bout to be my bitch”.

Multiple people around cough or choke. There was something even more dangerous and powerful? And some random kid had it?

Watching as the kid waves erratically, with a goofy smile, at Thanos. Who glares with at first anger then deep confusion. Grumbling out, “though I’m unfamiliar, that is nothing but a cheep imitation. Nothing surpasses my grand design and purpose”.

Phantom snorts and laughs exaggeratedly. Flicking his wrist, which somehow seems to result in a bunch of the goons turning into ducks and piles of worms? Twitching his hand again, the trees and rocks seemingly coming to life and chasing after the ducks.

Everyone stops and stares around for a beat, highly confused. Antman muttering, “well what the fuck”.

Tony blinks at this random kid, “thanks?”.

Thanos glares, punching away Captain America and grabbing the stone off the ground. Before charging at Phantom, not about to be seriously harmed by another small creature he doesn’t even know, who laughs and flips in the air. Most watching as Phantom just starts floating before transforming into a glowing black and white kid. Thanos grumbling, “you are a mortal yet dead. Interesting but no matter. I will crush you all the same”.

Phantom laughs and it echoes. Flicking his wrist again, followed by spaceships turning into hundreds of bouncy balls. Phantom flipping in the air slightly, “halfas the word!”, turning his legs into a freaking tail and simply flying out of the way of the titans punch, blasting a green energy ball out his hand as he goes; stopping Thanos from attempting to snap, “so you’re Thanos. You honestly don’t seem all that good at this. I mean nice army and all. But hey, I guess I’m just used to stronger opponents”. Phantom kicks away a random goon, “but props for all the dramatics!”.

Thanos grumbling, “you are foolish to think you can stand against or face things above me. For nothing exists above me”.

Phantom laughs again, “oh I’m something far above you. For you see, I am Phantom. Future guardian of the land of the dead and Earth. Long after all of these fucks, and you, have perished. Even the king of ghosts has fallen to me. If you really want to speak about the most powerful being in the universe. Well then”, giggling, “it’s a sixteen year-old half dead kid and you’re a just a grape”.

Phantom waves his hand and suddenly Thanos turns into a bunch of grapes and falls onto the ground unceremoniously. Infinity gauntlet clattering down next to it.

Tony blinks, “you...you have got to be kidding me”.

Phantom shrugs and sticks out his tongue at the pile of grapes, picking up the Infinity Gauntlet and putting it on. Looking his arm over with a little smirk, watching the power flow through it with mild amusement, everyone else too stunned to move. Phantom chuckles and holds out his two gauntlet covered arms, “too bad they don’t truly match. But hey, this aesthetic is still fucking sick”.

Tony walks up in front of the kid slightly, “do you even know what you’re doing? How powerful that thing is?”.

Phantom hums and spins in the air, “Of course I don’t. I never know what half the crap I do is. That’s the fun of it”, floating upside down and cross legged, “I realise you all seem to take this hero shtick pretty seriously and with heavy hearts. I may be a battered one whose lost plenty myself, and seen worlds destroy and life fall to perish. But I’ll never be weathered and beaten down. Imma a little shit basically”, looking around, “anyway, any o’ y’all know how to fix all the shit? Or should I just start trying random shit or hitting it. That usually works out for me”.

Strange steps up, “are you intending on using the gauntlet alone?”, sighing, this was suitably strange but if it works then it works, “you simply have to push your will into and snap your fingers”.

Captain America frowns, “are you sure you’re willing to give up something dear to you? This is our fight”.

Phantom smiles and for once it seemed more soft and serious even, “oh of course. I figured out that riddle. See for me to exist I must partly die. Lose half my life and the one thing I held most dear. My desire to become an astronaut and see the stars. Sacrificed in the name of fulfilling the role of a hero in a world were no others exist. Damned to exits forever more and ensure protection of everything and one. Yet unable to ever fulfil my one deepest dream and wish”.

Tony blinks, firmly stunned, that was incredibly depressing. But Phantom seemed to be implying that he had to use the gauntlet himself. And that he knows exactly what he’ll lose, that it’ll half kill him, and the fate it’ll force upon him. That was a lot of sacrifices.

Everyone gets stunned again when Phantom laughs, “it’s a blessed half-life indeed! Gaining the best thing by losing the best thing. What beautiful irony”, sighing happily, “ahhh life just loves playing jokes on me. Nothing like a good joke at my expense”. Watching as the kid simply holds up the glove, waits for a beat and snaps his fingers. The people around gaping over the complete nonchalance and watching the mess clean itself up. The people they care about returning in earnest and others appearing in flashes before going back to where they had been before all this. Orange portals slowly closing in the background.

Tony tears up ever so slightly and hugs Peter, whispering, “kid”. While Peter nods rapidly and squeezes back.

Phantom sighs, “ahhh I can just feel and see myself getting 6 billion electrical volts to my whole being now. Sweet sweet tingly nostalgia”.

Antman squints at him, “you have issues”.

Tony walks up closer with Peter, a smiling Phantom floating to land on the ground; hair swaying around untethered to gravity. Tony clears his throat, “thank you. I mean it”.

While Peter awkwardly waves, “hi, um, I’m Peter”, smiling slightly, “nice to see a teen owning the old folks huh?”.

Phantom gives Peter a silly thumbs up before laughing and waving off Tony, “‘tis what I do tincan. Self sacrifice for the betterment of everyone else, is what I see and know day in and day out”, bowing dramatically, “I’m in the sheets with broken bones, bloodied wounds, and never enough sleep”, standing back up straight, “but you know what you could do for little o’ me? A smoothie. I could really use a smoothie. One of those ones with all the little crushed berries. The good shit. Then I can head back to school”.

Half the people asking, “your in school?”. While Tony nods, he really had just came from school...like this was some sort of everyday thing, “whatever you want kid”.

Phantom waves everyone but Tony off, “course. No one actually knows I do what I do, so I’m treated the same as any other teen. The whole secret identity shtick”, shrugging and speaking thick with humour, “but hey, if the world knew they’d experiment on me so I think I’ll take my parents shooting at me instead. Dissection is honestly not that glamorous. Kind of boring after the third time”.

Tony breathes out, “Christ that’s messed up”.

While Strange disappears and reappears with a smoothie, extra large, and shoves it at Phantom. Feeling both humbled and disturbed. Especially being the most familiar with what exactly would go on in any kind of dissection.

Phantom nabs it looking eager and innocent. Like getting a nice drink was the biggest worry he had. Everyone watches him sip it and smile happily. Sighing with contentment, “ah yeeeeeeessssss that’s nice. Been a few days since I’ve had the time to drink or eat anything”, before looking at the Infinity Gauntlet and it promptly exploding into dust. Smirking, “there, problem solved. TimeDaddy will be tickled green”.

Everyone just gapes as he spins around in a little circle, looking cheery and waving at everyone, “whelp been nice and I’ll be taking the drink with me”.

Tony puts his hand on Phantom‘s arm as he grabs the medallion and starts the motions to remove it, “are you sure there’s nothing more you can use or need? You seem like you need it honestly”.

Phantom shrugs, “naw, I’m good. I’m a plenty suffered thing. Which is good”, smiling bright and wide, “so long as I’m suffering then others suffer less”. And like that the medallion is slipped off and the glowing teen is gone.

Everyone standing around feeling awe, shock, respect, and a sense of grief. Happy to have everyone back properly but unable to get the strange oddly mirth-filled Phantom, one who seems to live an existence that’s basically torture, out of their heads.

End.

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aqua-gem-in-eye · 5 years

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"With an auspicious and a dropping eye, with mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage" -Hamlet act 1 scene 2

So Hamlet right, I must have rewatched Hamlet (the Mel Gibson version, frankly about 5 times already... passed over the last week on the Hulus and will continue to do so because uuuhhh idk, maybe its that I've recognized that it is the adult version of The Lion King story but also I really think I love how prolific it is) Hamlet jr. not Hamlet the 👻 phantom or Danny phantom uh wrong show... the former Royal Dane deceased, rest in piece oh no but he can't because he did not recieve penance from a clergyman in his untimely, MURDEROUS death! Claudius you murderous bitch >:^0 Yes not that Hamlet but his predecessor baby Hamlet, like baby Jesus but with more vigor and spite. Hamlet. is. hilarious. here. (I can't get enough, its 🍠👈 hamalicous... think thats a yam 👀) suave precursor I got to say, I love Glenn Close, I love Helena Bonham Carter. I think they are what make the movie fantastic. Trust. look up the scenes with 👑 Queen Gertrude and Ophelia respectively and you'll see why ! The 1996 unabridged version is the more preferred version without precedent because it has the whole script inside of it hence the movie being 4. hrs. long. Nevertheless both are great, casting never failed to recant an epic tale on either end.

The quote I have up there meant a lot to me while revisiting the scene, so as not to equate the act of balking at the sight of seeing an incestuous impart of a heart's desire im going to consider that this was the Golden Ages of England where Arts 🎨 flourished and thespians 🃏 ran the streets like love infested 🐕puppies, the poor little damned men. oh and Theaters flourished too. >:^) Too many concepts, ideas, perceptions were elucidated. Out in the open came things to be discussed about, written about, accepted or dismantled. William Shakespeare I guess you're somewhat bearable. im joking omg bad joke he was a great man ?! So yeah technically one of the spouses is dead...oh define dead ? hm not today. This is also supposed to 🐝 the age of like chivalry but it's not because this script goes along the lines of people wanting instant gratification which is really more today's speed you know 2019 rise and grind (which is doing wonders for me because I'm literally waking up rising and grinding !!! my teeth you fools, pay me no mind. yay to the victorious 👏 round of applause, I love you, my babies who don't give up and if you do that's okay ! you have plenty of time to recover "the air bites shrewdly" you rest and eat from the berries 🍓 my angel) right so Hamlet after his encounter with the ghost ceaselessly bruised in his mind implies how noxious matters are in his kingdom. He says in a few lines about his mother Queen Gertrude, "pernicious woman" or "weak thy name is woman" not to say this all falls on the head of women. no no no. this is really about humanity not waiting around for the smoke to clear. Why is there smoke in the first place !? Do not adhere to that smoke ! I pick at phrases such as Young Wild & Free for examplar and whilst I do like what it can offer (picture me as a 🐴🐎 horse speedily running along the mounds and ranges of grass in a very rural and green place) to be Young Wild & Free in some regards I do lend myself to those ideals some... whilst being Young Wild & Free it's more like young... wild... and not so congruently free... a lot of things take a lot of processing and take a lot of pondering that leads to possible notions of true freedom. though are we free? Maybe covertly so but everything is backwards. Lest the quote goes I am mourning the decision to marry hastily to someone that is forbidden unto me and I celebrate in the funeral of my familiar who I cherished. bitch. what. the. fuck. If only you'd seen the snake in your garden Gertrude, now you are like them feeble and blind. No one is really 😇 innocuous in these situations, there is no good or bad just humans being humans. But you will be judged unconditionally. whether you think it is through God or a higher power, dang it their already a monarchy ! 🌎 Earthly or NOT from Earth 👽 all of it is temporal but the actions deliver resonance, they loom over for a time and then they don't, but then again, they might come back to set up camp, still there is significance in that. Its like exhuming the bodies of people who spectated the interactions around them, you know the ones you can pick out from literature and books, those people who took time to write it all down... maybe there are those who created their own monologue in their heads to justify the means on their own in secrecy (i mean yeah there are the deep thinkers but to know that they think deeply and that it may not ever be discovered or known the thoughts that they carried is fucking disheartening)... its almost catholic in a sense that you are on your lonesome stark at night or in daylight, twilight.... what have you! and your thoughts are finally your own. but with books and literature its boding to know that expressions can live longer than spoken words. yeah maybe they found solace in that. Mirth and dirge... how can both be mixed, how can both be intertwined in uncongenial components ? I don't understand it. If there is something still unresolved that ruminates in your heart make it salient that you find a resolve for you, by you. Good night sweet prince. Adieu ~

#these are just thoughts #dont take me seriously #mines

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