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hi lark i warned you
i love josh so much,, so have yet anohter poem about him,,,,,,,,,,,, symbolism 👍👍
yeah im just making stuff up now (WHEN ADELE COMES HOME AFTER MEETING JANETTE FOR THE FIRST TIME, SHE BRINGS HIM FLOWERS. I DONT KNOW WHY, BUT IT JSUT FITS EVEN THO SHE WOULDNT APOLOGISE, EVER, EVEN IN A ROUNDABOUT WAY LIKE THIS SO?? IMAGINE A UNIVERSE WHERE ADELE FEELS SLIGHTLY BAD ABOUT IT??? BUT KEEPS CHEATING??? or like, she doesnt want him to find out so its like,, lovebombing??? dont fucking know, whatever, SHE JUST GIVES HIM FLOWERS ONE TIME. OKAY? THANK YOU.). like, flatout making stuff up lmao. barely any of this poem is canon but its okay, its character-accurate (in my mind)
im so fucking normal about josh i swear, i SWEARRRRRR
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You came home early today.
The smile on your face is stretched thin,
but you press a bouquet of yellow flowers into my hands.
“What for?” I ask you.
You don’t reply.
I put the flowers into a vase,
place them on the dining table.
‘They’re beautiful,’ I think.
I try to ignore the feeling that they wilt
every single time I look at them.
You tell me,
“Take them down,
It's been weeks.”
I feel bad for them.
for their wilting and falling petals.
I take them and press them
in between the pages of a book,
leave it up on a shelf.
The vase goes in the sink.
You don’t notice its absence.
You find the petals inside the book by their yellow.
“Why did you keep them?”
I explain, “I felt bad for them,
they didn’t deserve to be thrown out.”
You laugh and toss them in the trash.
I rescue as many of the petals as I can,
when you’re not looking.
They’re dry and falling apart by now,
but I hold them together as best I can.
I put them in the back of my phone case.
You never really see me in the first place,
so you never learn about my small act of defiance.
They’re still pretty to me, even in their brokenness.
My mind never lingers on why you brought them in the first place;
an apology for something that I never knew about.
(I’m pouring them out into your (her) grave before long,
wishing that it were enough to cover the crisp
blue
flowers.)
LIME WHEN. LIMEEEEE I’M. I CAN’T OUGHHHH
NO BUT YOU’RE RIGHT SHE WOULD BUY HIM FLOWERS. Since she stayed over at Janette’s- she would return home early OH MY GOD!!! LIME YOU GET THEM LIKE NOBODY ELSE FRFR ALSO THE LAST PART. SHAKING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS AUDGDJFHKS
like. the timeline. her getting the flowers-and then him pressing them in a book and putting them in his phone casesrjehdjsgdofhfhd LIMEEEE
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crying while writing this chapter rn
it’s probably the most emotional chapter i’ve written so far and i’m not prepared to go back and edit it in the morning
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Is it weird I think Annalise and Logarius should fuck?
Something about a cursed queen and her technically prison warden makes me think of a smut fantasy lol
Hard to believe Logarius resisted that Vileblood Queenssy
Reading this immediately after writing a very dark scene with Logarius was quite an experience ngl
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It is not even funny how bitchless I am right now. Out of pure rage of looking all over the internet and finding little to no sub tf2 fanfics I finally realize something… I have zero bitches. How can someone have bitches and still have so much free time to 100 percent positively tell you all the mercenaries are all submissive and breedable? No one that’s who. Or.. maybe you do. Yeah maybe you do have some, which is great. But I don’t. But to be honest with you idc I have set too high of a standard to date anyone anyway. like who can beat this?
Yeah that’s what I thought
Enjoy the rest of your day/afternoon/night fellow tf2 simps this was your daily angry ramble from subby tf2
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