There’s a world between the day and the night,
Where armies of darkness battle guardians of light,
Where weak and wounded, the smallest stand strong,
Alone and outnumbered, yet they still soldier on.
A world of ‘what-if’s and ‘what-might-have-been’s,
Where we rise and we fall, and get back up again.
It holds far-off futures, long-ago pasts,
And all of humanity in a looking-glass.
A world conceived in thought, and shaped with words,
Where our yearnings, where our dreams, catch fire and burn,
Where valor and honor hold their heads high,
And rallying, we turn the darkest of tides.
The dark that dwells here is loathsome and fierce,
But by the slightest of sparks is stricken and pierced,
One truth dealing death to thousands of lies,
Goodness will conquer, beauty will survive.
We hold this world close, deep within our hearts,
It’s too tender a dream to bear harsh remarks,
It’s our work of art, it’s our own story,
Our creation, our comfort, just a fantasy.
I've dabbled in poetry. I'm not very good, but I thought this was ok.
Pediatrician damian except he treats every kid with the same amount of respect and attentiveness that he would give an adult.
Pediatrician damian who will tell parents with barely concealed distaste to shut up when they talk over their children during an appointment.
Pediatrician damian who is always watching his patients, searching for if the injury they got from "falling" is actually just that or if the injury has to do with the impatient and anxious parents nearby.
Pediatrician Damian who cares so SO much about every kid and who he learns to be comforting and gentle for because he doesn't want to cause them any more anxiety before their flu shots.
Pediatrician damian who is still a hero at heart and who has kicked ass when his hospital was briefly taken hostage by rogues. Who immediately jumped into a fight because the crying of tiny terrified children echoed in his ears and he was filled with enough righteous anger his 10 year old self would stagger.
Pediatrician damian who does everything in his power to make sure every kid who needs it gets Healthcare.
Pediatrician damian who refers to his patients as his kids.
Pediatrician damian who I'm SOBBING OVER
@puppiesandnightlock I have a lot of feelings bestie 😭
I accidentally hit the send button before I finished typing, but how are you?
hi! I know it's been a long while, just, um. My life's been a little messy for the past few months. I was mostly on here because of fanfic stuff, but got a ton of anon stuff in my inbox about how pathetic my writing was, so kinda was pulling out of that, then things with family and school kind of all blew up at the same time, and my best (and only irl) friend who, well we'd talked about dating at some point, but we kind of broke things off and stopped talking to each other, so. yeah. this a kind of me just taking a quick look around for old times' sake. everything's just a mess right now. if I haven't posted by september, i'm probably off for good, one way or another. thanks for messaging me. i don't really have friends. he was the only one i've really had for the past 5 years. it's... nice. sorry for dumping this on you. i'm just not in a great place right now.
--elizabeth
Sir Christopher Lee met Rasputin's assassins, saw the last guillotine execution, hunted Nazis, recorded a heavy metal album, spoke 9 languages, was Ian Fleming's cousin (James Bond) & was the only actor in “The Lord of the Rings” to have met J.R.R. Tolkien
reblog if you've lived so long on the doorstep, you've forgotten how to be inside
"smalltalk" is a doorway. we need doorways. we need not to linger in them forever. small & big-talks and all in between have their place; many rightful complaints regarding the prevalence of smalltalk are really complaints about being trapped in the threshold when we desperately want to let & be let in.
I never really shipped Odydio until last night 12am thinking about how Athena favoured Odysseus for his wits while for Diomedes his strength (though the two did not lack in the other quality, it just wasn’t their standout thing) and so together they are basically Athena Incarnate. Like, the unstoppable war machine Athena. All they need is someone who’s good at weaving and- oh would look at who it is! PENELOPE. ODYSSEUS’S WIFE. PENELOPE.
So yeah. Odydiolope (or some other better ship name) is literally Athena incarnate, the Athena trinity, the holy-god-fucking-shit-we’re-so-screwed duo on the battlefield, and the holy-god-fucking-shit-we’re-so-screwed girlboss trio at like… any other domestic setting.
Nim Pianna and Arla Fett. Started a fic (You’re Safe) with that pairing on ao3… and I think it’s a completely new tag, I came up with the ship months ago while reading How a Romance Novel Saved the Galaxy by Ariana Deralte (ArianaDeralte), but… yeah. Thoughts?
...i will be right back
Out of the 130 options in the picker wheel here (all are gender neutral),
And yes: there is a 'no epithet' option in there.
I got The Oathtaker.
I formally apologise for all the unread codywan week fics, I wish I could dive into them but unfortunately my brain has decided to abruptly leave the battlefield husbands behind and focus on a beach divorce instead.
Cherik has my heart now.
What if Boba is less like… well, like Boba, and instead of going with Aurra Sing, he ends staying on Kamino for a year or two with his brothers. Before he leaves he tells then that he may not like or get along with most of them, but if they ever need info stolen or someone killed (on either side), really if they ever need a bounty hunter for anything, to comm him, and he’ll give them the friends and family discount.
Cut to later in the war, the clones don’t know Palps is a Sith, they just hate him for so, so many reasons. And then Thire, while on a comm with Fox’s batchmates, after finding Fox once more injured, covered in blood, and with no memory of where he’d been or what he’d been doing for the past week, asks how much it would cost to kill the chancellor. They spend a few weeks cashing in favors, scraping together credits (every clone in the GAR gives a few) and then reach out to Boba.
A week later Palps is taken by surprise, sniped through the head, and then disintegrated by a kid in Mandalorian armor.