#escaping

[soulinkpoetry]

Some days it’s from others, some days from yourself.

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[bashibuzuk]

[mossycobblestonewrites]

I was driving home and just listening to my music when inspiration attacked me. I'm an avid country/folk/bluegrass music enjoyer (fight me) and a song from one of my favorite bands came on...

Anyway,, I started brainstorming, and I have chronic "make au and then aus of that au" syndrome and now we are here;

DANNY PHANTOM AU(S)!!!

Lock-down -> you know how Amity is constantly described as not being on the maps? That, now make it worse, the GiW has taken over the town and it's now basically a prison (this one is not fully made because monkey brain liked the other one better)

Allegheny -> fully based off the song lmao, Danny is born in raised in an isolated town. The town is run by the GiW who have been a thing the entire time. The town isn't that much different, the kids go to school, the ghosts still attack. The Fenton's work for the GiW but so does every adult so it's not like they're special. The kids don't like their tyrannical town government (think hunger games the capital visiting the districts, think internment camps, combind them in a blender) everyone is exhausted but it's like, they are in the middle of nowhere, they have no access to the outside, and ghost are attacking so like - are the GiW really in the wrong? Every house is the same but the Fenton's still have a lab in the basement, Danny's accident still happeneds, but everyone knows about ghosts and no one trusts them (think the red scare.) Phantom is born from desperation, Danny sort of bought into the GiW propaganda, but becoming a ghost really changed his perspective. His new goal is to escape, after all, you either work the factory line, man the truck stop gas stations, and join the white suits.

I'm eating Allegheny AU,, I'm gonna write more for it methinks, later though because I have homework and work work and I also have to sleep unfortunately,,, brainrot spreads...

[mysterious-secret-garden]

Louis Boulanger - The Ballad of Lenore, 1830.

[comicbookcovers]

Quittin' time, part 4

[reanimateobjects]

[theaskywalker]

Imagine being the youngest Scamander and helping Newt break Theseus free from the Erkstag

Masterlist

[stoicmike]

You can turn your back on a terrible family -- or let yourself be sucked back into it. -- Michael Lipsey

[random-xpressions]

Yes, poets are imaginary fools. Much better off than being stuck in this sick world of yours...

Random Xpressions

[anne-chloe]

Trust Me | Seven |

Jareth/Goblin King x F! Reader

Summary : As Sarah's next door neighbour, you're often Mrs Williams' last resort as a babysitter. Sarah had never liked this, but she can be extremely unreliable at times. One stormy night, Sarah grows frustrated with her baby brother and babysitter, resulting in saying a phrase that she later wants to take back. Now, you are stuck in The Goblin Kings realm with little hope to returning home again, unless Sarah can reach the castle and defeat Jareth in time.

You practically threw yourself through the hallways, calling for Tobey and Jareth. Neither of them were anywhere to be seen, and they hadn't been with you when you woke up.

You sprinted down some steps, coming to a hallway with multiple rooms. You spun around in a circle, already feeling exasperated and overwhelmed from the choice. You couldn't risk being lost in The Goblin King's castle, not when Tobey needed you more than ever. Not when Sarah had jumped through hurdles to try and find you in the Labyrinth.

You picked a room at random. It was a library. You crossed into the middle and stared in awe at the thousands of books that lined the walls, each all rising hundreds of metres to the ceiling. You couldn't even see the top, it was that high up.

A glass ball rolled out from one of the aisles. It rolled towards you, landing against your foot. You immediately picked it up, watching with wide eyes as Jareth appeared, holding Tobey in one hand and a timer in the other.

8 minutes.

"You should stop interfering," Jareth warned, his amusement long since washed from his face. "You'll only cause yourself harm."

Frustrated with his words that constantly belittled you, you pulled your arm back and threw the glass ball across the room. It smashed against a bookshelf, shattering into tiny pieces. You spun around on your heel and headed for the door which you came from.

Locked.

It seemed as though Jareth was deliberately keeping you away. Perhaps Sarah was getting closer to him, and she was almost there to save Tobey.

Or maybe Jareth was sparing you some kindness, and he didn't want you to see Tobey turn into a Goblin? With only 8 minutes left on the timer, it was entirely possible that Sarah wouldn't make it.

You wandered over to the bookshelves.

But why would Jareth confront you like that? He was cruel and calculated; he wouldn't warn you away if you hadn't been getting close to him. Sure, he had locked you inside the library to keep you from leaving, but there must be another way to leave the library.

You looked at each book carefully, trying to find one that might seem out of place. Your fingers traced the leather bound books, feeling for something that you might not see straight away.

Then, you stopped.

A book that had been placed upside down. You bit your lower lip, praying that it would lead to some sort of secret entrance if you pulled it down. And as a satisfying click resounded through the air, you knew that your intuition had been correct.

To your right, a doorway opened up. You grinned and bolted for it, stepping into the darkness as the door shut behind you again. You glanced at the spiral staircase that only led up, meaning you'd have to follow it.

You climbed as fast as you could, not stopping to take a much needed breath. You couldn't waste any more time. You'd wasted roughly 2 minutes searching for that hidden door.

A glass ball came bouncing down the steps. You reached out to grab it, frowning as Jareth appeared once more. He looked annoyed, his lips curled downwards in upset.

"Can't you see that I'm trying to protect you? Everything I am doing is for you. Don't be such a brat." Jareth said through gritted teeth. "Turn back and wait for me. This will all be over soon."

You dropped the ball and let it continue bouncing down the steps, listening with a smile as it shattered at the very bottom. You continued upwards, feeling triumphant that you were beginning to make The Goblin King impatient with your disobedience.

If Sarah hadn't have made it to the castle, then you would have admitted defeat and sat quietly. But with the chaos in the city and Jareth warning you to stay away, it only meant that you were indeed getting closer to escaping. And that must be infuriating for Jareth.

You reached the top of the staircase and froze in surprise. You had entered the same staircase room from one of the first tricks Jareth had set up for you. You looked around frantically, seeing many more steps, all leading in awkward positions, upside down and on the walls, all defying gravity. You blinked in disbelief, another glass ball rolling to meet your feet.

You picked it up.

"Last chance, [Name]," Jareth muttered. "Go back to the throne room and wait for me. Don't make this any harder than it needs to be."

You ignored him and dropped the ball, once again listening to it smash into pieces at your feet. You stepped into the middle of the room and glanced around, taking in the sight of all the staircases. Which one did you need to get to? You couldn't tell, seeing as how they all overlapped one another. It made you feel dizzy.

Then, you gasped loudly, watching as Tobey came into view, crawling upside down, just out of reach.

"Tobey!" You called, watching as he looked down (or from his perspective, up) at you. He seemed to recognise you, and he laughed while holding out his hands, wanting you to grab him, to hold him. "Stay there!"

You bolted for the nearest staircase and made your way up. You entered through a doorway and reappeared at another staircase, furthest away from where you wanted to be. You knew this entire task would be frustrating, and so you kept your tongue in cheek as you moved on as fast as you could.

Then, to your surprise, you saw Sarah entering a doorway and reappearing across from you. She spotted you immediately, relief evident on her face. But you saw her distress and desperation. You knew that time was still ticking.

A glass ball bounced across the staircases. Your eyes followed its movements, and you flinched as it bounced into Jareth's hand. He stood closest to Tobey, who sat at his feet. Jareth moved away from Tobey and walked to the edge of the staircase, where he stepped off and plunged towards the floor bellow.

The ground opened up, showing a maze of more stairs underneath the floor.

"[Name], there's only 2 minutes left!" Sarah desperately called out. "How do we get down there?"

You peered over the edge. Your heart hammered in your chest. Jareth had free fallen all the way down, and it was clear his expectation was for you to follow him. So, you looked back over to Sarah, who began chewing her nails nervously.

"We jump," you told her.

Sarah looked at you incredulously, as if you had grown a second head. "Jump?" She repeated, "are you insane?!"

"Do you trust me?" You asked her, growing impatient with the time ticking away so fast.

Sarah nodded. "Of course I trust you."

And I trust The Goblin King.

You closed your eyes and stepped off the staircase, now falling fast into the endless abyss bellow. Wind whipped at your hair as the staircases passed you by, the ground finally coming into view.

Just before you hit the ground, someone caught you. You breathed a sigh of relief and slowly opened your eyes, tilting your head back up at Jareth, who merely scowled down at you. He seemed reluctant to set you down on the floor, his hands lingering at your sides.

Behind you, Jareth watched as Sarah floated to the floor. She landed gently, her eyes narrowed at him in distaste.

Sarah then joined your side, her hand grabbing yours. You hugged her gently, relieved that she was truly standing by your side again, and not as a Goblin, but as herself.

"Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City," Sarah immediately started, reciting the very same lines she practiced repeatedly from her book. Her hand shook in yours, and you gave a reassuring squeeze.

All the while Sarah spoke, Jareth couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"To take back the child and keeper that you have stolen, for my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great—"

"Stop," Jareth said, lifting up his hand and cutting Sarah off. He suddenly approached you, his hand grabbing your free one, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. You found the gesture undeniably soothing, but you still continued to stare with a firmness at The Goblin King.

"Everything I have done has been for you. Your expectations have exhausted me. You don't have to leave here, you can stay. All I ask is that you fear me, worship me and love me." Jareth had somehow managed to pull you away from Sarah, who was watching in alarm.

He curled his arms around your waist, holding you close to his body, embracing you in a way that he feared would be his last. Jareth lowered his head, his lips brushing against your own, his eyes low and pleading. "Do all of this, and I will be your slave."

You lifted your hands, placing them delicately on either side of his head. You leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss on his lips. You pulled back, with Jareth looking hungry and desperate for more. But you smiled at him and slowly shook your head.

Having listened to Sarah a hundred times as she recited this speech, you knew exactly how it would end.

"You have no power over me."

And the bell chimed in the distance. Jareth's grip loosened on your waist, and you swore you saw tears in his eyes as he finally let you go.

The world began to crumble around you, and before a bright light consumed you, you found Sarah and pulled her into a protective embrace.

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[x-heesy]

uǝɯɐ ʎp👀lq

𝗙𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗬 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗣𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗬 🛸

It's not the drugs that make a drug addict. It's the need to escape reality.

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𝗠���𝝝𝗗 𝗕𝝝𝝠𝗥𝗗 / 𝝠𝗣𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 /𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗗𝗥𝗨𝗚𝗦𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗦𝝝𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗛𝝝𝗟𝗘𝗦 / 𝗣𝗨𝗡𝗞𝗦𝝠𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗗𝗘𝝠𝗗 / 𝗟𝝝𝗩𝗘 & 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗟𝝝𝗩𝗘 / 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 & 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 / 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗜𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗜𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝝠𝗟 / ​𝗡𝝝 𝗚𝝝𝗗𝗦 𝗡𝝝 𝗠𝝠𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 / 𝗣𝗥𝝝 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗠𝗙𝗭 / 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗛𝝠 𝗦𝗬𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗠 / 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙 𝗬𝝝𝗨, 𝗬𝝝𝗨 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗡 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙 / 𝗜 𝗗𝝝𝗡’𝗧 𝗚𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝝠 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞 / 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗧𝟰𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗡 / 𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗥𝝝𝗜𝗗𝝝𝗚𝗥𝝠𝗣𝗛𝗬 / 𝗙𝝝𝝝𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚𝝠𝗥𝝝𝗨𝗡𝗗 / 𝗧𝗥𝝠𝗦𝗛𝗠𝗘 / 𝗧𝗥𝝠𝗦𝗛𝗖𝝝𝗥𝗘 / 𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗥𝝝𝗜𝗗𝝠𝗥𝗧 / 𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗣𝗘𝝝𝗣𝗟𝗘 / 𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝝝𝗥 𝗗𝗜𝗘 / 𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 & 𝗖𝗥𝗬 / 𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗠𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 / 𝗕𝝠𝗟𝗖𝝝𝗡𝗬𝝠𝗥𝗧/ 𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗚𝗬𝗦𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗥𝗭 𝗡𝝝𝗧 𝗪𝗘𝗟(𝗟) 𝗖𝗨𝗠

she wakes from sleep, deep from ambien treats

down for hot wet drops from Columbian beans

then she drives goodbye with her kid back seat

moving fuel chewed from a desert heat

I sit alone, with my fragile bones

got my crackberry malls and my twittered drones

bleeding eyes, multiplayer moans

got my youporn love feeling facebook stoned

who’s got the power,

when we follow the noise?

it’s our drug of choice

then I walk downstairs for a midday break

got no time to dine, there’s no sun on my face

so my food machine spits out fresh direct

and stumbles sandwich crumbs on my keyboard desk

so I scan sales in the amazon rain

last chance dance to heal our lonely pain

maybe if I buy her that diamond star

to fill that plastic wrapped widget packed hole in my heart

who’s got the power,

when we follow the toys?

it’s our drugs of choice

and then she takes a drink, like a gladwell blink

suddenly face to face with the way she thinks

she asks, what’s the source of the clothes I wear,

the meat to eat, as the trash burns through the air

where does it come from

where is it going

where does it come from

where are we going

though she chokes of smoke from the 10 o’clock blues

seeing god’s facade fuels the family feuds,

she seals her ears with pod filled tunes

and walks the talk as her mood future moves

everything’s possible in our time

everything’s possible in your mind

I want to fall back into life,

don’t fall don’t crawl,

just rock n roll, and choose your fuel

yes the drugs I use, they feed my fuse

let’s replace the waste with waste that’s food

we’ve got the power,

when we choose the view

to use our drugs of choice

Superhero - Drugs and Choices 🦸‍♂️

[thestuffiammadeof]

She sat there,

hands folded across her lap,

small and hunched,

looking about at the giant pit she found herself in.

Crumbled towers of pedestals from long ago

on every side.

She finally realized she had created one for everyone

but herself.

The deepest attention seeker of all,

basking in shadows.

Misfortune was too simple a word to describe

her current situation.

Her life.

What could she do now?

Everything had culminated into this moment.

The moment where nothing was left

but herself.

She looked down.

And cried.

[mysterious-secret-garden]

François Pannemaker, Albert Doms (engravers) - Tam o’ Shanter. From 'Pictures from English literature', 1870.

[b0bthebuilder35]

[vthetease]

My sheets smell like stale Red Bull. My sheets smell like stale Red Bull and my room is too hot. My sheets smell like stale Red Bull, my room is too hot, work was so stressful.

Work was so stressful, but I have no one to tell except my dad, who also works at my job. Work was so stressful and I used to come home to this bed and tell you all about it. Our bed. My bed. My room. The room I used to share with you. The room that is too hot for me to take a nap in right now and I'm frustrated because everything smells like stale Red Bull and I like it when it smells good like my febreze or perfume. But I miss what good used to mean to us? Our sex. Our love. My sheets used to smell like me. My sheets used to smell like you. Like us. But I smelled you. Everything used to smell like you. It was not good or bad, but it was you. Your presence. My sheets smell like stale Red Bull, my room's too hot, I'm trying to take a nap but I can't because I'm stressed and my room is too hot and everything smells like stale Red Bull because one broke open in my backpack at work and my chest hurts and my head hurts and I forgot how you smelled. I forget. I didn't want to forget how you smelled. I don't remember your cologne. I don't remember your body wash, or your sweat. I don't remember your presence here anymore. It feels like it's becoming mine again. I will take stale Red Bull over the fumes of your fire everyday for the rest of my life.. and soon I will find solstice in the lingering.