Further, for thy sake
Open my mouth and scream aloud with me
Arise and then break out
Denote my place within humanity
The image of a face is on a wall with solid iron claws
A happy face of me
It's not a nightmare, just some nonsense
🎶🎧🎵 RECKLESS BATTERY BURNS - Ghost and Pals 🎵🎧🎶
New Hardware is a fanfic by @west-brooke - read it :) /th /aff
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“I came across a fallen tree, I saw the branches of it looking at me,
Is this the place we used to love? Is this the place that I’ve been dreaming of?”
But it’s Remus when he’s alone after the war.
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achilles was doomed the moment he met patroclus :>
you guys ever stop and think that achilles was meant to die the MOMENT he met patroclus. i mean think about it for a second. in the iliad achilles was persistent in not fighting until agamemnon begged him to and agamemnon REFUSED to beg. if achilles didnt meet patroclus then he wouldn't have fought. he most likely would've left troy and went back to pythia bc he was THAT pissed at agamemnon. he wouldn't have killed hector, so apollo (paris shot him but lets be honest he didnt do shit) wouldnt have killed him.
now if you think of it in tsoa terms he knew that he was going to die if he killed hector. so he just wouldnt have killed him anyways. his mother wouldve probably told him and she probably did in the actual reading (at least i think she did) and achillles probably would've never killed him during the war. then agamemnon would disgrace him, not beg, and achilles would go off.
BUT since achilles met patroclus, found him as a friend and then lover bc lets be honest they were hella gay for each other he then got mad when hector killed him. mad enough to go back into fighting kill hector and then get killed himself.
what a gay ass love story
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Bakugou who isn’t above begging you for kisses. Has no qualms about pinching your cheeks in between his fingers, getting all close in your face while he pouts his lips at you.
“Where’s my fuckin’ kiss?” Says it like he’s so offended that you didn’t immediately cover him in kisses after he’s come in from work. Followed you all around the house while you chattered on and on about your day, only taking a breath to ask how his was, finding yourself cornered when you turn around. He’s all big and hulking, would be a terrifying sight to anyone who didn’t know that he was just a stupid clingy teddy bear.
“Gimme my damn kiss, woman,” he’ll bite at you when you’re too busy rattling off about how much you’ve missed him when he finally comes home after a long mission away. Grips your jaw between meaty fingers as he smashes him mouth against your own, tears mingling between your lips to make the kiss salty, but he swears he has missed your taste more than anything in the world.
“Can I please get my kiss?” He asks when he’s sleepy, dead tired and up far too late for his own liking. You’re up in bed beside him, tapping away at your phone, keeping him up bc you’re not cuddling against him. He paws at you, frowning, until you lean down and cup his cheek in your hand as you kiss him so softly, so sweet and gentle, that he can’t help but hum and sink lower into the cushions. He still grumbles when you pull away, but it’s enough to suffice tonight.
“I don’t care about your stupid morning breath, just kiss me already.” He’ll complain when he’s leaving for work in the morning, sitting on the edge of the bed where you sleep. He looks down at you with a soft smile, eyes gushing with love as he watches you frown and twist and yawn yourself awake. He won’t leave until you peck at his mouth once, twice, so many times that you have to push him away with a reminder that he has to go now lest he be late. He kisses your forehead before he leaves, and wishes you a good day.
“I’m alive now, ain’t I? Kiss me just to make sure I’m really here.” He tells you quietly from where he lays bandaged and bruised on his hospital bed, his good fingers weakly gripping your own as he watches the tears drip from your chin. His mouth is like a welcome home, his lips chapped and dry from dehydration, but he’s alive and this kiss he’s asked you for is enough proof of that.
Bakugou loves your kisses, and will never be above begging for them. They’re the only thing that keeps him grounded to this world, and for that, he’s forever thankful.
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DID YOU SEE?? TAKE A VACATION IS BACK ON SPOTIFY.
I MADE THIS IMAGE AS SOON AS IT WAS TAKEN OFF SPOTIFY AND I HAVE BEEN FUCKING HOLDING MY BREATH WAITING TO BE ABLE TO USE IT
SHES BAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!! MY WIFE HAS RETURNED FROM THE WAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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hi darling, what's your fav song? & i love what you write🩷🩷🩷
Heyy sweetie😆
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[Image description: A digital drawing based on the film Shallow Grave. Alex Law is at the centre of the piece, face set in an anxious grin. His eyebrows are furrowed in worry. There's a drill hole in his forehead that's dripping blood, and also a knife in his left shoulder that is also bloody. He's stuck in a vast pile of dirt, which travels up to his waist. One of his hands is slightly submerged while the other is pulling a telephone out of the dirt. The latter one is near some drops of blood on the ground. Further down, there's a pile of money seemingly beneath the dirt. Further up and behind Alex, there's the silhouettes of two graves and a shovel leaning on the second one. The first is very bloody, while the other has less blood splattered on. The night sky is dark and starless, though there is a bright red moon in the sky. The colours for the piece are similarly red-toned.]
Inktober - Day 24 (Shallow)
Film - Shallow Grave (Danny Boyle, 1994)
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