Selflessly sacrificed everything... died to save others... then came back from the dead. Happy Easter to Buffy Summers and Dean Winchester 🙏🐇❤️
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[ID: an edit of Guy Gardner sprawled out and getting hit by a fly swatter. The photo is blurred to make it look like it's in motion. END ID]
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don’t think about arthur morgan and his itty bitty baby daughter that he cradles carefully in the crook of one enormous arm. who sits on his soft belly while he doozes and smacks his face until he wakes up. who he sings campfire songs to when she won’t settle for her nap. and who he built a bassinet and a home and a future for.
also don’t think about big burly gruff man trailing behind a little toddler and nodding gravely as she tell him the names of all the chickens. and rides into town with him on a fat speckled pony and falls asleep while he’s talking to the farrier so he has to carry her on his hip through town
SHUT UP. I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THINKING ABOUT IT. BAD FOR MY BLOoD PRESSURE.
When shes born she is so small, small enough that her head fits in his palm and her legs only just dangle either side of his elbow. Arthur sings to her the duck camp-fire song, and he grabs her hands and claps them together when he goes "quack quack". When it's cold he tucks her in between him and his jacket so she's all nice and warm and safe.
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nov. 13th 2023
₊˚ෆ 350 words / not beta read! / in no way, shape or form formatted correctly! / many punctuation mistakes! / i swear ik how to format normally!!
ᕱ ⑅ ᕱ a/n: hello all!! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა this came to me while i was talkin to my psychiatrist the other wk & it just wouldn't leave my mind!! ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა this is v self indulgent & v personal & i was originally gonna keep it to myself but i thought that maybe someone out there could resonate, even if it's a lil bit <33 so here's a lil poetry/prose moment :3
i am kind to the world because
the world has not always been
kind to me.
for i have begged for places at tables only to learn i never had solace there to begin with — assuming that my worth was equivalent to the scraps that litter the floor.
i have foolishly taken the hand of societies predisposed values — blindly agreeing that being rigid is the only means of protection.
i have been preached about taking my time then chastised for not keeping up — choking on the fabricated realization that the only place i’ll ever meet the requirements for is the last one.
i have been told to appreciate the wonders of the world we live in — then swiftly reminded to only admire the beauty from afar for it’s fleeting and i’ve yet to prove my worth
i have been conditioned to believe i am a lot of things.
but, i am not the masses.
i am
so
much
more.
i am so sickeningly sweet that i give cavities a run for their money,
i am so brilliantly luminous that even the sun itself seeps envy,
i am so abundant with love and adoration that my body can’t help but burst at the seams to share it all.
and with that,
i will always leave an open seat at my table — a warm meal and good conversation at the ready for all who need to rest.
i will always extend my hand with only the purest of intent — displaying proudly that soft and strong do not have to be autonomous to live in harmony with one another.
i will always take time while it’s still ripe for the taking — it’s monetary value far outweighing that of a solid gold medal.
i will continue to gaze at the world with fondness — the blinding beauty of it all synonymous with the delicate flame that burns deep within and glows outward.
but most important of all,
out of everything i am, i was, and will eventually blossom to be.
i am kind to the world because
the world has not always
been kind
to me.
- c
๋࣭ ⭑ yuukimiyas © '23 / please do not copy/repost/translate anywhere! / all dividers by @benkeibear
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