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does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

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I think people look there best a little dishevelled, like the type that says you’ve gone out and lived, even if it was just,, going to work for the day. Like, baby hairs curling every which way from where you pulled it back, like a half tucked shirt, you know

It just feels like the realest version of people, you know? Like, the version of you who just woke up, stumbling about at home, not yet dressed, is an authentic version of you, yes, but the person you make yourself for the rest of the world to see is also a real version of you.

But the dishevelled midpoint feels the realest, because it is a midpoint: it’s who you make yourself mixed with who you naturally become when left for a significant amount of time

Im just fond of the dishevelled half-state, that’s all

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Insomniac Hour

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This happens a few scenes after Monster Fight, just for context.

So, yeah. Enjoy!

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Nys can’t sleep.

Through Lillian’s steady, sleeping breaths and the filtered moonlight of the window, he can practically feel the clock ticking, the hours wasting away. And they know, they do, that they should be trying, at the very least, to sleep. To close his eyes, and quiet his mind.

But his brain is restless, and so’s his body.

So he counts the time between each of Lillian's breaths (7 seconds on inhale, 8 on exhale), and the number of knots in the wood grain in the planks of Lillian’s bunk (3, one in the top left corner, and the other two middle-right), and he even tries counting sheep.

Nothing works. His mind is still in overdrive.

It’s been a long day. Since waking up in the hospital, their memory had been fragmented, mixing up what happened when and how. And Nys’ brain has seemingly decided that this is the perfect time to try and process it.

He replays and organizes his thoughts and memories, staring at Lillians bunk above them.

The fight. Lillian brought him to a monster fight to distract them

At some point, they fell. No, they were pushed, some guy had shoved himself to the front, breaking the railing and pushing Nys in. Asshole. At least he left his glasses in their room, so he didn’t have to replace them.

Then they’d been face to face with the beast, and it’d had that look in its eyes.

The next part is fuzzy: lurching forward, a sword to the chest, terror, pain, darkness. And then they’re in hospital, and the guy who stabbed him is his nurse, somehow, and the doctor who healed him up just had to fucking comment on Nys absorbing her fucking magic.

Nys gives in to the ever present need to move, and performs one of the only acts of magic he can. 

Their feet hit the floor soundlessly, and as Nys paces, he feels the telltale trickling, like sand through an hourglass, of each creak and groan from the floorboards being absorbed. His chest and back twinge from the movement, but Nys needs to move, and at least like this, there’s no sound to wake Lillian, and no one to comment on Nys doing magic.

Because that’s the thing, isn’t it? Everyone always has to comment, always have to act like the truth isn’t so glaringly obvious that it makes them look stupid when they act like it’s all a matter of trying.

“Just do it, it’s not that hard.”

“You just need to try harder.”

“Just light the candle.”

“You’re just being lazy.”

Just, just, just.

Nys is always just being something, being difficult, being weak, when it comes to magic.

No one ever wants to look at someone like them and think that, maybe, just maybe, subtractive magic is a thing that regular, everyday people have. That, maybe, no, he’s not being difficult, he quite literally can’t just do it, he can’t just light the fucking candle, he can’t just do magic the same way it’s done with balanced magic. They can’t do it because it would use up a dangerous amount of his energy.

He can’t just do it.

He’s just tired.

But as much as Dr Vult’s comment had grated on him, the conversation Nys had had with the high priestess that morning had eaten at them more, had since they left for the fight.

Because the Order of Lantern’s didn’t want them anymore. Didn’t want him, because they thought Nys had gone too far. 

Because “Violence is never the answer” and Nys “should have known better, should be better”.

Really, Nys should have known better to think that anyone would ever want them once they caught a glimpse of the terrified, angry, violent thing that lived in his chest.

No matter how justified it had been.

Fuck, he’s tired.

So Nys tries, once more to sleep, to shut his eyes and shut the world out.

And yet after everything, after after being fucking stabbed, it’s still the look in the beast’s, the lion’s, eyes that haunts him. It’s burned into their eyelids.

He opens his eyes, and he lays there, splayed out as much as he can and eyes wide open.

Cal had said the beast would be locked up until the morning.

Lillian had said that they wouldn’t be doing anything tomorrow (today?).

The window didn’t lock.

The decision came easily, and suddenly Nys was getting dressed, shuffling out the window, and sprinting through the cool night air. He had a monster to find.

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Monster Fight

@flashfictionfridayofficial for the prompt

Uh. Hi? It's been a hot minute since I've actually done this?

I'm working on an old wip of mine (I've actually done a couple of these before for this wip lol), and this is the second half of a scene, so apologies if it doesn't quite make sense. lmk if you want to see the first part of this, y'all. So. Yeah.

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Quickly and quietly, he approached, and, quick as a whip, sliced clean through the back of the monster’s hind leg. Later, Nys would appreciate the thought that went into the attack. Later, they would realize that the creature, like humans, likely had an important tendon stretching from the muscle to the heel. But in the moment all there was, was the arena, the sun and the heat, the crowds and the railing gripped in their hands. 

The beast roared, enraged and pained. Its next swipe went wide, frenzied and wild, knocking Rie into the arena wall. She slumped over, potentially dead. Probably dead. The lion whipped around, limping, bleeding, to face Calder.

They were so close.

The crowd surged around him. Pushing, shoving. The only thing keeping him up was the railing.

Until it didn’t.

Something, someone, tried climbing over the seats, shoving Nys further into the railing. The crowd kept pushing, and pushing, and pushing, and with a final groan and snap! the railing gave way.

And Nys was falling.

Falling.

Falling. 

Falling.

Until they weren’t.He hit the ground hard, knee slamming into packed, blood soaked earth, hands scraping, rolling to try and minimize damage, like they’d been taught. Landing face to face with the beast itself, gaze blinding, bleeding, afraid.

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I just got my wisdom teeth pulled. Here’s a list of things I noticed:

IVs suck. IVs to the underside of your wrist because your veins refuse to cooperate suck more

Being put under makes the entire room spin. I hated it

You can’t stick out your tongue?? It pulls at the numb/bleeding bits??

I have never shaken that much in my life as after waking up

Being high as balls isn’t all that bad lack of verbal inhibition wise?? Waking up my brain was slower than molasses in January but I still had control over what I was saying and shit

Had a bit of a cry right after, god knows why

Im about two hours out and im pretty clear headed

Im so so tired right now. And yet. I can’t sleep, even though car rides usually knock me right out

Being knocked feels like one hell of a nap. Waking up feels like waking up from an accidental 4 hour nap where you go Who am I Where am I What time is it

I’ll add more when I’m not swallowing blood every two seconds

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🚨 We Need Your Kindness to Survive 🚨

Hello, My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.

The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.

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We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.

Our Current Situation:

💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income. 🍞 Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources. 📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive. 😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.

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it is actually so incredibly ironic that the show about destiny and the fear of not correctly following your stories beacuse you might quote “go poof” got cancelled.

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Odysseus crew: *watching him from the afterlife*

Elpenor: Look, he's hunting down the suitors! He's gonna kill them all!

Eurylochus: Maybe you were right, Polites. Violence has only lead to more violence. Perhaps the Captain would be better off showing mercy before he goes too far.

Polites: Are you fucking kidding me?! You heard what they were planning to do to Penelope and their son!! He should butcher every one of them!!!

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Odysseus:

Penelope:

Odysseus:

Penelope:

Odysseus: Pe-

Penelope: yes I would still love you if you were a worm

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Black cats are lucky. (via leahweissmuller)

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I’m trying to figure out a timeline

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Please, please, look at my donation campaign and help me. I have newborn children and my son Ahmed needs treatment. He is a heart patient and suffers from two holes in the heart. He needs help and treatment. We do not have money and we are stuck in Egypt because of the Gaza war. My wife and I lost my jobs and there is no source of income. I would like you to help. To care for my children and provide the necessary treatment for my child Ahmed, please donate even a little thing to save my child’s life

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URGENT: HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

The Israeli occupation forces launched drone strikes on my husband, Fayez, and my son, Mohammad.

my husband was hit in the head, while my son Mohammad was wounded in his legs.

Although my husband's condition has stabilized, my son is still suffering immensely and urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

So I started a fundraising campaign to save my son before he dies.

Ddonate Via Paypal 👇

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺 .

I need your help please donate and share, evry contribution, no matter how small, brings us hope in these dark times.

Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.

So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.

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