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I don’t remember where this story was from but it was about how the writers older brother died when he was young and years later had a son who, had never met the brother had the same mannerisms as him. Ok I think I remember the key words were “my son drinks from the water fountain like my brother” or something

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i am looking forward to doing more plotting around here but i do sadly put most of my creativity into schoolwork rn so apologies abt that-- but do know that lil non-plotted things are always welcome and appreciated <3

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"orange pekoe, huh?" apples really do have a habit of landing close to the apple tree. "do you just carry that everywhere you go?"

 ❛Yes, but mother nature cannot destroy the void. Sorry for getting off topic, but this is something I have heard my father say more than once while lecturing me about time. Would a box of Orange Pekoe Tea make you feel better? I have one in my backpack.❜

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watched miracle workers, tried to think of where em would fit into that universe, realised that he'd be stuck downstairs with daniel radcliffe helping humans by moving one leaf at a time

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&. 𝐡𝐨𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  lyric  dialogue  prompts  taken  from  various  hozier  songs.  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ i’ve walked the earth and there are so few here that know how dark the night and just how cold the wind can blow. ❜

❛ i’ve no more kept my warmth than blood upon the snow. ❜

❛ it’s not my arms that will fail me, but this world takes more strength than it gave me. ❜

❛ the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you. ❜

❛ i’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. ❜

❛ i’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife. ❜

❛ good god, let me give you my life. ❜

❛ so tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes. ❜

❛ every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside. ❜

❛ you knew who i was with every step that i ran to you. ❜

❛ would things be easier if there was a right way? ❜

❛ honey, there is no right way. ❜

❛ i fall in love just a little, a little bit every day with someone new. ❜

❛ when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes, i feel like a person for a moment of my life. ❜

❛ you don’t know what hell you put me through. ❜

❛ there’s something tragic about you. ❜

❛ i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me. ❜

❛ i have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me. ❜

❛ i’d be home with you. ❜

❛ there’s nothing sweeter than my baby. ❜

❛ no grave can hold my body down, i’ll crawl home to her. ❜

❛ what did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth? ❜

❛ i will not ask where you came from. i will not ask and neither should you. ❜

❛ just put your sweet lips on my lips. we should just kiss like real people do. ❜

❛ i know who i am when i’m alone. i’m something else when i see you. ❜

❛ you don’t understand, you should never know, how easy you are to need. ❜

❛ don’t let me in with no intention to keep me. ❜

❛ don’t feed me — i will come back. ❜

❛ i’ve known the warmth of your doorways. through the cold, i’ll find my way back to you. ❜

❛ still my heart is heavy with the hate of some other man’s beliefs. ❜

❛ i need you to run to me, run until you feel your lungs bleeding. ❜

❛ when i was a child, i heard voices… some would sing and some would scream. ❜

❛ i learned the voices died with me. ❜

❛ don’t you ever tame your demons, but always keep ‘em on a leash. ❜

❛ you’ve done me wrong for a long time. but after all you’ve done, i never changed my mind. ❜

❛ honey please, try to love me. my love will never die. ❜

❛ nothing fucks with my baby. ❜

❛ if i was born as a black thorn tree, i’d wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies. ❜

❛ ain’t it warming you, the world going up in flames? ❜

❛ i couldn’t utter my love when it counted, but i’m singing like a bird about it now.❜

❛ i’m almost me again, she’s almost you. ❜

❛ i’ve had no love like your love. from nobody. ❜

❛ make your good love known to me, or just tell me about your day. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ that’s the kinda love i’ve been dreaming of. ❜

❛ i fell in love with the fire long ago. ❜

❛ with each love i cut loose, i was never the same. ❜

❛ i had been lost to you, sunlight, and flew like a moth to you. ❜

❛ know that i would gladly be the icarus to your certainty, oh my sunlight. ❜

❛ i have never loved a darker blue than the darkness i have known in you. ❜

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impostor syndrome vs. trying to just do my diploma: fight

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emmanuel closes his eyes, feeling the cup through touch alone, travelling along the edge, feeling perfection where it had previously been chipped, scratched, worn. "satisfied?" the very word has his eyes widen. nothing whatsoever exists to satisfy him specifically. it is not his world to hold this way.

"i, um. i apologise, i didn't mean to sound so —" his throat feels dry, so he pauses, pulling the cup to his chest, as if trying to familiarise it once again. "i am grateful. it's just — not the same cup, anymore."

he frowns, obviously struggling against his feelings in order to appease his brother who did nothing more than fix what had been broken. what better could he have asked?

“It is.” Selaphiel's voice is soft, quiet, a bare whisper. Although his eyes do not meet Emanuel's, he can't stand to see his own reflection projected onto them or what emotion may lie inside the other angel's eyes.

“What is broken is made anew. Glory be.” He will not understand the concept of something so final if pressed. It is something to be swept under the rug. “Are you not satisfied?”

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relentless kindness. inexorable mercy. he looks away almost instinctively when something so minor gets touched by a power so great. he takes over the cup and rotates it in his palm, puzzled now. "thank you. this — wasn't necessary." there is something to be treasured about sorrow, something to be adored about the finality of things. he doesn't wish to seem ungrateful, but he suddenly very much doesn't know what to do with himself.

“Give it here.”

The teacup is cradled against the palm of his hands. Selaphiel hummed softly, a small beam of light enveloped the broken fragments until a small clinking sound rung out. It is handed back to Emmanuel, good as new. A miracle, if anyone were to call it that.

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"superglue? won't that seep into the taste of tea?"

"i bet we can fix it, come on. have you got an superglue?"

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"replacement? oh... i don't know about that. — after all, the sands of time shall take all. it's — natural. knowing this does not stop me feeling sad, though, as much as i'd like for it to."

 ❛I am sorry to hear that. What did your favorite teacup look like? Maybe I can help you find a replacement, as I have a large collection of tea cups at home.❜

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Ghost Of My Ghosts, Sol Rios

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the angel staying over at my house asked for a nightlight in their room and i told them buddy, don't you produce your own light? what're you gonna do with more? and they said they wanted to see why people like it so much. and also that the nightlight i own is blue and they're been trying to understand color. anyways i think they've stared at it for an hour now

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did this last night

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"pilea peperomioides. also known as the sharing plant, for the ease with which you may propagate it and give to your friends!"

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give this a like for a silly little short starter from yours truly (emmanuel 💛)

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it would be so easy for emmanuel to put people down, to push the fact that he knows more than they do into their face. to casually mention that he does know what it feels like when the world turns under your feet. but he doesn't. he's just some guy. and i love him your honor --