#it’s poetic
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starscour · 2 years ago
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hope and will.
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grimxark · 2 years ago
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the lost light as a sentient being but not in the literal sense, sentient in the way an old forest is sentient, beaming with life and gossip and laughter and cries, sentient in the way that the people within it make it sentient. It hears prayers whispered within rooms and it mourns loss because its residents mourn. The Lost Light is only alive because those within are joyous to be, and once the journey ends and it stops being home, it’s conscience and sentience is carried by the former residents and its husk becomes lifeless once more. The lost light is sentient in the same way your childhood home might be. She is only alive because you want her to. Because you love her
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anxiousotters · 5 months ago
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Have we considered the idea that Cody didn’t paint his armour grey in TBB S2, but rather the 212th gold paint stained and he couldn’t scrub it off?
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sleeplessv0id · 4 months ago
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what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy
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strokeofserenity · 26 days ago
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flowrrs4u · 3 months ago
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I am good. I am loved.
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futuristic-koala · 2 months ago
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imsayak · 8 months ago
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People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.
~ Nikita Gill
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moonlitfairytale · 8 months ago
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Natalie Wee, Least of all
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jaggedjawjosh · 9 months ago
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lenainwonderland · 6 months ago
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- Vladimir Nabokov
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zaffiri-saffici · 26 days ago
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Nicky was always meant to be stillborn. He was never supposed to live after birth, but Rio gave Agatha more time with him, and in turn he got more time with Agatha.
Whether it was implied or not, he was always the son of Death. He was always supposed to go home to his other mother. When Death finally beckoned him home that night, Rio wouldn’t allow him to join her until he kissed Agatha’s cheek. And he knew, instantaneously, to kiss Agatha not once, but twice.
Once from him, and once from Rio.
Though he was always meant to join Death at her side, Rio gave Agatha the chance to be his mother, too, and now I am a mess about it and will be thinking about this for a long time.
11/4 edit: Wow, y'all have completely overwhelmed me with your love for this little meta, so as thanks, I turned it into a bit of fic we can all cry together about.
Read "Once (Twice) from Nicky" on AO3.
11/19 edit: So I have Agathario brain rot now (ty Jac Schaeffer) and couldn’t help starting a longer form fic because this family just makes me a mess. So, in light of this, I am selfishly adding the link to this fic below so we can all be messes together.
Read “Five Stages (in Grief’s Embrace)” on AO3.
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peaceishim · 6 months ago
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enesl · 3 months ago
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Be with someone who makes you happy.
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strokeofserenity · 4 months ago
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Margaret Atwood, “The Blind Assassin.”
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