one of my favorite decisions in Derry Girls is never once referring to Orla having a father and that her name and Aunt Sarah's name is still McCool, because Orla, sprite-like creature that she is, having no other biological origin and being magicked into being by psychic vibes or the universe is AS believable to me as Aunt Sarah having gotten pregnant by a man and completely forgetting who he was or where it happened because she doesn't live according to the human concept of time or reason.
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the neck-breaking realization i've given izzantar gerard way black parade era hair
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The first time Eryn and Molly met was because Tommy left her alone in eryns house to use the bathroom 😭😭
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So today I learned through my dad that our neighbor across the road has two cats. One has a long tail and is called Tails. The other has a short tail and is called Knuckles. Tails is mostly friendly, but Knuckles prefers to hide in the shed and will bite the hell out of you if you try to pet him.
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This. I found it. This is why I started writing Hymn.
This
Damian doesn’t quite understand. The answer seems lacking. But he tucks it away for later, and listens to his instructors, and trains and bleeds and spits and rolls to his feet and wins.
and this
Damian wants to scream. Damian wants—
Damian is not allowed to want. Damian is not for himself. He is a destiny, he is heir, he is the tool to be molded to save the world, he knows this, but Damian—traitorous and weak and tangled with horror—
Damian wants to stop.
and this
He finds a page calling itself BatWatch. It is full of pages and pages, years of sightings, events, descriptions. There is an entire page of frequently asked questions about whether Batman is a good person or not, and what the proof is. It is cited by category, date, and cross-reference. Damian consumes it all.
His mind is a tangled, tearing mess. By the time two of his grandfather’s agents spirit him off, a page still open on Batman’s work the previous night to rescue a group of immigrants from a trafficking ring, Damian’s lips are sealed and his heart aches so much it hurts, even with his training.
and this.
The warmth is enough. He clings to it like a rope on the side of a mountain, this new mountain he is climbing. He doesn’t know how high it is, in the clouds, and he doesn’t know if his rope is sufficient, and he doesn’t know if he has made the right choice.
But.
But he cannot kill the rabbits. He cannot hurt—he will not kill when it is not needed. These people speak one thing with their mouth and then hold another in their hands, and Damian will not be their fool.
Damian holds onto the warmth. He smiles in his heart with every curl of his grandfather’s frown, and he lies in the night, and he whispers the prayers in his mind while his mother is gone, while his mat is locked up, while he cannot stand and kneel and move to the words.
He holds onto hope, that strange medicine of fools, and weaklings, and his own tangled thoughts, now. He called Batman. He asked . He lies in the dark and tells himself tomorrow, maybe.
it's about leaving and finding and questioning and hope.
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Tubbo used to say please and thank you to Siri
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