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Artist: Imagine Dragons
Album: Night Visions (Deluxe Version)
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#this is an amazing song #music
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#per is this you #burd
You have hurt me deeply.
argentconflagration thank you for reminding me 750words exists omg i should get back in the habit of using it its been like a year
i haven’t written like anything in months so i am trying to very very gradually get back in the habit and i am doing this by writing about a davejadekarezi foursome so you know, whatever works
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#im sad cause like i kind of didnt notice that id stopped writing #i just sort of assumed i would always want to write #alexa talks too much
and apparently i wrote this little scrap of a terezi thing which i dont remember at all but which hurts me
You dreamt about her again last night. You could see her, actually see her as your brain somehow remembered what sight was like. She danced in the air, pale and majestic against the stars that have since gone out. This is who she would have been, if she had lived to breathe Alternian air for a little longer. Instead she hibernated: hidden, foetal, inert save for the heartbeats and amniotic breaths you could barely discern when you pressed your hands to her shell and tried your best to extend your mind.
But in your dream she was free and powerful, no longer caged by a doomsday egg.
It hurts. Blood rushes through your eyeballs charged with some bizarre magic, and it stings and aches and you just want it to be over. You know you did the wrong thing. As you were letting the words ‘heal me’ slip quietly from your mouth you knew you were doing the wrong thing.
So later, you climb onto a horn pile and clutch your stuffed dragon—the white one, the one you called Pyralspite. The one who reminded you of your lusus.
why, past me
why must you hurt me in this way
and apparently i wrote destiel???? that was like sorta serious but really not? i dont remember this
Dean grimaced. The hotel room was tiny, and an unidentifiable smell pervaded the dusty air. At least it was just for one night. He looked back over his shoulder at Castiel, who was fiddling with the coffee machine. “I wouldn’t even bother with that, you’d have better luck using your socks as a filter,” he commented. “Lets just try to get unconscious as fast as possible and pretend we never stepped into this shithole. You can take the bed, and I’ll crash on the floor or something.”
"The bed is large enough for two people. I’m sure that would be more comfortable for you," Castiel replied. Dean frowned, too tired to argue. And then they got into bed together and there was lots of sexual tension which might be interesting to write if I actually knew the characters at all. Then Castiel kissed Dean on the lips and Dean returned the favor and then they fricked are you happy now.
Your patience is drying up. You were supposed to leave ten minutes ago, and Dean is still in his room, with no sign of planning to emerge. In exasperation you open the door. You’re slightly startled to see your brother and his patron celestial being locked in a kiss. Dean looks up at you for a moment, and there’s a slight pause of total silence while everyone’s brains register what’s happening.
Castiel is the first to regain his composure, and while his face is unmistakably flushed, he just nods at you and comments, “You said we were leaving now, right?” As he straightens his jacket and exits the room, the only thing you can think to do is elbow Dean in the ribs and ask, “So which one of you finally made a move?” He only mutters, “Shut up,” and follows after Castiel. But you think you glimpse a wry smile on his face.
#capncurt #capncurt im tagging you because you *must* have dragged me into this i can see no other explanation #alexa talks too much #my trek through old 750words entries
just looked back at my 750words entries and found this??
think of her skin damp with sopor and shining in the light of the sunrise and how her cool body feels against your warm one think of harshness, how he rubs up against your nerves like a cat’s tongue, grating like a siren or the buzz of malfunctioning mainframes kk is a pulse that makes you want to live, not kismeses but hatefriends, someone to elbow in the ribs while you’re playing video games but she can see the hole inside him better […] he hung around with highbloods, a death sentence waiting to happen, his only hope that when he was inevitably found out, they’d have enough pity on him to save him from the queen […] he shrank back, intending to waste away in ice until his cold fury grew hot and demanded justice. he can’t betray that he’s lost everything, that he’s truly a vagabond cut off from the web of society by knives and syringes […] spend enough time around the psychic freak and the blind seer, and he’ll be found out.
and??? that’s really cool??? i can’t believe i wrote that???
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#I LAUGHED TOO HARD
if yr atheism involves belittling people’s faith and attempting to prove to everyone that god doesn’t exist don’t talk to me don’t come near me don’t breathe on me thanks
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#reasons why i id as agnostic
my life got about a thousand times better once i stopped censoring myself
and by censoring i don’t mean i suddenly embraced indiscriminate swearing; i mean i stopped trying to sugarcoat my past or my feelings; i stopped lying by omission; i stopped having guilty pleasures; i began unabashedly enjoying whatever i liked; i became very honest; i cut out of my life poisonous people and negative ideals, and i am so, so much happier for it
via: marinab0t ▪ origin: mrsdallogay ▪ source: mrsdallogay
remember when teen titans had that really powerful arc about rejecting abusive family and that surrounding yourself with good people who make you happy is the most important thing and no one should force you to do anything you don’t want to do and sometimes friends are better family than the people who you’re actually related to