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Trying to hold it together.
#broken.#pieter bruegel the elder#wounded#holding it together#pink#bandage#wound healing#salt in the wound#wound
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[ lips ] sender caresses receiver's lips with their fingertip.
their truce has been extended since that night in rivington. the mutual decision, their shared effort, has never been voiced aloud or so much as acknowledged, but arlis does not doubt that this stalemate is felt. her attention is divided so many ways already, split and scattered and demanded until there is nothing left in reserve, that she's grateful for it.
things are simpler when they're not at each other's throats, both figuratively and literally in that way only they can manage.
it's become something of a routine, their conversations in the early hours of the morning when most of her companions have yet to stir. his mind keeps him from his rest, her body from her own. tonight, they've lapsed into a shared, comfortable silence before the inn's hearth. tonight, it's easy enough that it almost reminds her of all those years ago, all those nights spent plotting in his office over the affairs of the lower city, this gang and that guild and some alley. it all seems so painfully insignificant now that the world will be shaped by one of them.
but not both, never both. there is no ending in which they endure together. worlds are not meant to be shared: it will only be one of them at the end.
she's pulled from her somber thoughts by the recognition that enver is staring very intently at her, dark gaze gleaming against the dying fire before them. she leans forward to stir the embers before arching a brow.
"something on your mind?"
he huffs a breath somewhere between amusement and annoyance in response, but his gaze does not shift. her other brow arches as she adjusts the blanket over her lap.
"you're peering, enver."
his hand lifts unexpectedly and moves towards her cheek. she thinks of moonrise, of the chill of that terrible gauntlet against her skin, but this time his fingers pause just they reach her. once the initial confusion passes, arlis realizes he is asking for permission. (another recognition, she did not flinch. not this time.)
slowly, cautiously, she leans forward into his outstretched palm. he looks her over in the dying firelight, tracing each of her features carefully with his gaze, but there is something different in his eyes than at the towers. she had felt a bruised sum of tattered parts then, frayed and lacking. it had been easy to recognize the cruel bemusement, that harsh curiosity when he'd taken in the dark shadows beneath her eyes and the pallor of her skin. now? she isn't certain what she senses in him now, except he touches her with a care she hadn't thought him capable of.
"it's gone from you, all that shadow. not even a trace left." his voice is a murmur. she thinks she detects the faint sheen of admiration. "death didn't suit you, arlis."
but his hand does not retreat from her, nor does she retreat from his hand.
they're still and they are close enough now that she can smell the leather and oak imbuing his clothes, the warmth of coriander intermingled. she is afraid to breathe, afraid to move lest this strange, delicate thing shared between them be shattered. after all, it occurs to arlis that she does not want it to end.
finally, enver's thumb travels feather-light down the slope of her cheek to the corner of her mouth. she can feel the callouses lining his thumb, rough against delicate lip, but then he moves it so carefully, so gently that her breath hitches in her throat. her eyes flutter shut and she leans forward into his touch. she had always known him to be capable of precision, but this? this is tenderness and tenderness requires more.
his thumb falters, all but trembles when he reaches the bow of her lips, however, and her eyes open once more. for the first time she can remember, he looks uncertain. has his hand forgotten what gentleness feels like, must it relearn after all that cruelty? has it atrophied after all this time, the reflex to touch another kindly?
her fingers lift to reach softly around his wrist not to hold him in place, but rather to steady him, to serve as an anchor. it serves as more than permission. it's offered as a request.
their gazes lock and enver exhales harshly. one final moment's pause, one last chance for them both to turn from what can only spell disaster, abandon this portent that has her pulse quicken behind the cage of her ribs, but then his thumb moves once more and her grip remains.
no matter, some distant part of her thinks, they've both always had a particular talent for escaping fate.
#*v : act iii.#* banedictus : but i go with you; as long as there is one of us there is both of us.#broken.
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sorry i bited youre brain and. it gets broken
not surprised. it gets broken 😔👍
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one day
i will
have sex
and i
will be
filled
with
love
from
the top
of my energy
body
to
the tips
of my
existence.
one day.
#w#i am#broken.#i#am whole#yet#shattered.#no one#ever.#EVERR.#should have to go through what i went through#i will do everything in my fucking power#to bring that man#to his#own#god#damn#knees.#amen.
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#I’m getting so much joy out of this#hello serotonin I’ve been missing#boop#this post has broken my notifications
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SWAM PAST MY OLD JOB TODAY I THINK THEY MISS ME
#splatoon#splatoon 3#salmon run#splatoon salmonid#king salmonid#splatoon salmon run#splatoon megalodontia#splatoon 3 salmon run#salmonid#containment broken
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PLEASE for the love of the universe read anti-colonial science fiction and fantasy written from marginalized perspectives. Y’all (you know who you are) are killing me. To see people praise books about empire written exclusively by white women and then turn around and say you don’t know who Octavia Butler is or that you haven’t read any NK Jemisin just kills me! I’m not saying you HAVE to enjoy specific books but there is such an obvious pattern here
Some of y’all love marginalized stories but you don’t give a fuck about marginalized creators and characters, and it shows. Like damn
#science fiction#fantasy#xenogenesis#earthseed#the broken earth#frankly I think many of the critiques of my own work are valid#but when I see the same criticisms applied to authors who fundamentally changed the genre#I’m like#hold up
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The MAGA obsession with “proving” Kamala Harris’ race is apparently so bad that BEN SHAPIRO and is like “y’all… wait” 💀
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David Tennant for Prime Minister, please.
edit- Since this is getting so much attention, edited to include descriptions of screenshots.
This woman has lost her fucking mind.
Jo, are you okay?
#Fuck your Rowling#Fuck terfs#David Tennant#Fuck Harry Potter#And everyone who watches Rowling’s new Harry Potter show#little whinging fuckers#gender taliban?#have you completely lost your mind JKR#maybe just stop being a little whinging fucker JKR#if he's smart he would never want this job because it's a horrible one but we'd be so much better off with a sane person in charge#But seriously Rowling are you okay?#does she look tired to you?#well I guess this has broken containment#He didn’t actually say you’re name JKR#he just called out transphobes and you assumed he was talking about you#which says you know exactly what you are and identify as a transphobe#says a lot#described
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i went to get my t-shot yesterday and it took me an hour and a half to get to the clinic and as soon as i got on the bed the nurse dropped my t-shot and it broke and now they're trying to make me pay for the replacement. i think the fuck not lmao
#why should i have to pay money because SOMEONE ELSE dropped my medication!!! make it make sense#also they kept referring to 'the medicine that got broken' please drop that youtuber apology line and lose the passive voice#it did not 'get broken' YOU BROKE IT#madness. utter madness.
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Strange and silent angels came to meet you in the field — to circle darkly overhead, to show you where to kneel.
#artists on tumblr#illustration#gothic americana#vulture#the other kingdom opens#like a pair of broken jaws#jennabarton
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I’m too gullible with people. I’ll have encounters and be like “aw they seemed nice ☺️” and then everyone around me will be like NONONONONO THAT WAS THE DEVIL!!!!!!!
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And lemme know your age (if you feel comfortable!), and when you got your first phone in the tags!
If these options are scuffed I'm sorry, I genuinely have no clue how many phones people are "supposed" to have had (hence the poll)
#polls#I'll go first: I'm 22 i got my first phone at 12 and im on my 3rd phone#never broken one but i left the last one on the feckin bus :(#it was a hand-me-down from me mum so it had a good life#lost me damn photos tho
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