#i've never known peace

[howifeltabouthim]

All her life, she had sought something she couldn't name. Love? Wealth? Beauty? But none of those things were exactly right. What she sought was peace. The peace of having something no one could take away from you. Had she ever been at peace for a single minute in her life?

Susie Yang, from White Ivy

[bookwyrminspiration]

quil are you. are you okay.

hey why would you immortalize my spelling mishap like that. why would you do that to silly ol me. don't you know of the long history of bloodshed and violence and suffering and war autocorrect and I have with one another? (all jokes)

SECONDLY! I fully admitted in those very tags that I know I'm wrong I know the canon pronunciation provided to us directly from shannon is OR-uh-lee I know it's wrong just like I know cyrah is pronounced see-rah and refuse to stop pronouncing it kai-rah. every day I wake up knowing I'm so so wrong and just live like that because it's been eight years of mispronunciation at this point I've just accepted it

so yes, yes I am okay. I'm wrong and will continue to be wrong but i'm okay :)

[deathbyfiction]

[lolaused2run]

Me: I love angst!

Also me: IF THIS DOESNT GET RESOLVED I WILL COMMIT HEINOUS ATROCITIES

[direwombat]

tagged recently by @simplegenius042 and @g0dspeeed to share some wip stuff (thank youuuuu~🧡🧡🧡)

this is a combo of old (first snippet) and new (parts of the second) from katc ch 7, that i spent some time editing today and liked well enough to share. enjoy some snippets of syb's internal philosophy (and it totally not being compatible with jacob's. nope. nosiree. couldn't be her)

[Sybille] lowers her binoculars with a grimace. The men she could handle, but her experience with wolves begins and ends with the ones she’s seen at the zoo and in nature documentaries. She knows enough to have zero desire to gain firsthand experience in what those teeth and jaws can do.

That wolf will sniff her and Boomer out immediately if she isn’t careful, and while there are fewer soldiers and alarms stationed here compared to Falls End or John’s Ranch, the men posted here are obviously more disciplined. The Peggies in the Valley are all young. Disorganized. They’re content to chatter idly while half-assing their patrols. They saunter around with lazy fingers held over triggers, half-paying attention to their surroundings and shoot without regard for collateral damage. They remind her of new recruits back in the army: wide-eyed, baby faced privates fresh out of boot camp who all think they’re going to be the next George Patton. 

Greener than a golf course, John’s troops are all too eager to chase glory and be named heroes by the Father.

But here, in the Whitetails, the Peggies maintain their posts with the stoic professionalism that she’s only seen from career soldiers. They move with a sense of purpose that comes from spending years serving in the line of duty. There’s a rhythm to their motions. Order. Soldiers who are aware of their place, acting as cogs in a much larger machine -- aware that the job they’re doing is important while also recognizing their own fragile mortalities. 

An army is like a clock. Every single piece of its internal mechanisms plays a critical role in keeping it ticking. Even the smallest of cogs, if broken, must be removed and either fixed or replaced. So too is the soldier. 

It took her years to learn that lesson. In a culture that emphasizes individuality, it’s difficult to accept one’s place as a singular part of a larger whole. But, she’s better for it, she thinks. Stronger. At peace with the fact that when she dies, someone will come and fill her place, and the world will keep on turning. 

For the sake of her conscience, she pretends that the men here have learned the same lesson and made their peace as she has.

and a section from a little later on from the same scene (after she's cleared the outpost):

“My brothers. You know why we train.”

Her jaw clenches and she hauls herself to her feet using the desk to keep herself steady. A small CRT TV rests on its corner and on the screen is none other than the Herald of the Whitetails staring back at her as he goes on to answer his own question. “So that it becomes second nature. Instinctual. We train so that we can act without thinking. Everything we do has a purpose.” 

Where the sermon blasting from the speakers outside had Sybille rolling her eyes, this one forces her lips to curl into a snarl. She’s struck with the impulse to refute, to argue, to fight back, but every half-cooked defense breaks before it makes its way to her tongue. After all, how can she rebuke his words when she’s living proof of their veracity. Even before joining the Army, she learned the importance of listening to her gut; of acting fast and trusting her body would do what it needed to do to survive when rational thought failed her.

She almost prefers operating in that state. It isn’t just the rush of adrenaline that makes her blood sing. It’s also the state of zen she finds once she’s stripped away all of the higher functions that make her human and becomes something primordial. 

Humans are animals, after all. Too many people tend to forget that.

But she hasn’t.  

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[reksink]

Two Redraws, Two Children of Destruction

[daydreamingoncloud9]

they're so sick for this

[femmesandhoney]

my mom is friend's with a guy who's paralyzed and can only control some movement in his hands/fingers and very minimally his arms. he has specialized equipment from his wheelchair, to reconstructing his bathroom, specialized bed and machines to get in and out of it, all this expensive medical gear to accommodate his paralysis. his wife is his carer, though he's grown enough and has lived long enough with it that he's able to do many things on his own. but even then he cannot easily travel with his wife and kids, cannot just on a whim do things he wants to do without struggle, and has to be aided by others to do things that many of us take for granted like washing ourselves. being paralyzed and with minimal mobility, especially when you've lived much of your adult life with full mobility and control of your body, is a terrifying and a hugely expensive experience that changes the trajectory of your life. anyone playing down how that man injured that woman deserves a world of karma, they don't realize how serious it is or just do not care about Bird in the slightest.

[taientime]

march 7th birthday gal

[flickeringflame216]

and if all the people who told you one day it won't hurt all the time and there will be a sunny day and you will be able to notice how beautiful it is were right. what then.

[anarkhebringer]

Hey why are they the best actually

[arcann]

it is kind of a bit traumatizing how badly the h/ades game did end

[reverie-starlight]

...if i asked you guys to make assumptions abt me/roast me based on my type in anime characters, would anyone do it???

[elitehoe]

I JUST KNOW WITH THE STIPULATIONS THESE PETTY BITCHES ARE DEFINITELY GOING TO GET DEATH TRIANGLE TO THROW A CHAIR AT NICK AND PROBABLY THROW A PUNCH AT MATT

[cyatzura]

did you guys know that it takes a lot of time to write at least 50 pages

[bau-drabbles]

the hotch angst is killing me 🥺 i love it so much but it hurts me so bad 😫

i'm sorry :") i've tried to write fluff but i can't muster up anything. i've been so low these past couple weeks, hotch better go through my suffering with me too 😩