#teach me about your heart

[travelersrest]

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[introspectivememories]

thinking bout 14yr finnick winning the games and thinking about the victors+effie looking at this child and going "fuuuuck!!! guess we're co-parenting now"

[charterandbarter]

"To duel is to die, Daichi Misawa. If you can't take that, then run while you still can. Because you shouldn't be dueling at all."

Many thanks to @cardbored-box for their AMAZING depiction of my oc, Shion Shizuki, from my YGO GX fic Highlander Clause! Thank you for taking my commission!

Oh, Shion. He's just one guy trying to do the right thing. This is surprisingly difficult when god's a gamer and you're getting blasted by the existential horror of the isekai genre. TFW you think 'I need an adult. oh my god. I'm the adult. ' and you gotta grow up *again*. But these other kids are growing up with you, too. In fact, they're growing up for the first time in their lives.

What else can you do, but try to help them?

Save him, Gren Maju. Save him from this destiny bullshit. Save him from the Heart of the Cards. And--though it may feel impossible- please save him from himself. God knows no one else will.

Yet.

[cypresswood3]

So I wrote that post about considering a rarepair and went straight to sleep because I'm a bastard like that.

So, uh... an au, I suppose? Crucify me.

Arthur Lester is... an interesting young man. Somehow, his inner turmoils seem to spill out without him saying much – it's in his movements, in his eyes, in this ever-so lost expression, like he's never truly there. Like he never truly knows who he is and what he wants. And when those truths start creeping up on him – and they do, on occasion, – he turns and runs and denies until they're suppressed and dormant in the back of his mind again.

Bella doesn't quite see that. No, she's got concerns of her own, she's young, she's looking straight ahead into the bright future in front of her. She doesn't have neither the experience nor the years to see it in him. And even if she had, she'd lack the familiarity to let her recognize it.

Arthur Lester keeps coming over for dinners. It's Bella's idea, he tries to convince himself, pretending that her eager agreement somehow had more weight than his hesitant propositions. "My father's a good man," she assures again and again, and he nods, hiding his trembling hands behind his back.

Daniel Saltzman might be a good man, Arthur thinks as he stares holes in the wooden crucifix on the wall above him, but I am certainly not.

And he never meets the eyes of the man he is soon to call his father, for he knows Daniel Saltzman would see right through him.

He knows his eagerness to please this man takes root in sin and sin alone. He knows it's not fear that makes him sweat and shiver while he's given stern looks and strict talks in Bella's absence. He knows she's equally absent in his thoughts when his to-be father-in-law gives him reluctant, unenthusiastic praise.

And he knows he can't forever pretend it's a father's love he years for.

[itspileofgoodthings]

one time my mom was talking about something, I don’t remember what, and she said “have you ever known the poverty of having nothing to say?” and when I say nothing has ever punctured my heart quite like that statement

[broodygaming]

I'm listening to the audiobooks of the His Dark Materials series again. I've read / listened to them many times but not for a few years.

Gods it's just hitting me again how awful what's happening to the kids in the first book. It's always awful, but I always forget how scary and visceral it is. You feel the fear and the finality and the tragedy of it. It's hard to even comprehend because we don't really have an equivalent in our world, right? Like maybe traumatizing a child so deeply they're never the same and then die. Die from sheer trauma to their spirit and body.

And it's just hitting me that they not only.... so deliberately ruin these children. They leave them out in the cold frozen woods to slowly die. They just. I can't even put it into words. They just ruin them and throw them away. They kill them and then kill them again.

Of all the characters in this vast series of names and places and tragedies and injustices - this little boy named Tony and his Ratter really weigh on my heart. Your alcoholic absent mother may not remember you in this fictional world, but in this real world I know I will.

[boxwinebaddie]

oh freckle, freckle⠁.. what makes you so s p e c i a l?

[travelersrest]

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[thebirdandhersong]

the miserable angry person I become when I haven't eaten is, in a word, atrocious. it is 9pm I have not had my dinner murder is about to be on the menu if I don't fix this soon

[iamunabletothinkofablogname]

MY FRIENDS ARE SO FUCKING COOL???

[cbuttonduo]

everytime i hear stories about people not feeling comfortable in their marching band sections it just makes me so sad. like i remember someone telling me that their SECTION LEADER??? would make fun of how they march almost everyday. SECTION LEADER. are you kidding me. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THE LEADERSHIP. ITS IN YOUR TITLE. ugh whatever. but its like? help them????? instead of making fun of them????? the thing about band is that every person is working together to make the performance. if someone is struggling you should offer help, or else it takes away from the quality of your section and the band as a whole. you are only hurting the band, even more so you are hurting another player. mamy such cases. peace and love

[mayonaisalspray]

hooughhh yep feeling really good about the future right now

[itspileofgoodthings]

when will Catholic Instagram influencers realize they can’t “sis you are infinitely worthy” their way out of everything

[widevibratobitch]

laalalalala another vent post because i have no therapist to pay for listening to my bullshit

[whichofsummer]

Father, how did it feel when your daughter crossed the distance, her eyes gleaming even with the looming of war?

For the future in her eyes was full of love, but diverging from the one to your chest you tightly clasped.

How big a lump did your throat battle with?

How hard was it to stop yourself from already grieving?

How badly did you want to take her away, as you held out your hand, as if she was still the babe you promised the world to in an age past?

How hoarse was your voice when you finally spoke?

"Tell me," You smiled, as she set her hand in yours. Her keen eyes already seeing how hard those two words were for you to utter.

For her happiness, even with all the grief it brought, was still yours.

[aroace-shumika]

shmk and rks are the same to me in that they can be domestic and sweet BUT they have to be weirdos about it. absolute must.