Khaidrate - Khai-Dye

When I Needed You

On the night Blockbuster dies, Dick goes through one of the worst experiences of his life. But this time he’s not alone, this time someone comes to save him. Someone familiar, though he doesn’t figure that part out until much later.

shut up Dimitri

Sylvain: Dimitri! Would you say that you’re an ass or a tits man?

Dimitri: With all that I have done I do not believe I deserve to be called a man

Sylvain: 

Sylvain: Alright! Felix! Would you say you’re an ass or-

fiddlesticks

Alone in shadows, night and day, Their thoughts unravel, thread by fray. The silence wraps around their skin, A whispered scream they feel within.

The room grows small, the air too tight, The walls close in with every night. They speak aloud to empty air, And no one’s there, and no one’s there.

The ticking clock, a hollow chime, Twists reason into fractured rhyme. Faces flicker in the gloom, Fading ghosts that haunt the room.

They claw at echoes in their mind, Seeking voices they can't find. Words like splinters, sharp and cruel, They crack beneath this endless rule.

Loneliness, a poison slow, Roots within and starts to grow. And in the mirror’s haunted stare, A stranger stands, but no one's there.

~ Khai Moffett

"Change, change will preserve us. It will move mountains...it will mount movements"

I don't know about y'all, everything uncle sheo said made perfect sense to me. Oblivion was a love story.

Bruce: We are a Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss family NOT a Manwhore, Mansplain, Manslaughter family

UGH SO GOOD

allegiance-guide

Dick: This is a list of possible places Damian could’ve run off to this time Bruce: Bruce: This is a globe. Dick: Yeah, we have no fucking clue where he is

you telling me americans don’t have these tasty little morsels?

Solitude

I reached out my hand in the darkened room,  stretched thin with hope that pierced the gloom,  

A whispered plea to find a friend, someone to stay, not just pretend.

I stitched my heart with threads of grace, a gentle smile, an open face,  

Built bridges tall with trembling hands, to hold them close in shifting sands.

But one by one, they turned away,  left me to the hollow gray, each promise made, each thread unwound, each face that left without a sound.

I chased their shadows, begged them stay, watched as they all slipped away, until my voice grew thin and dry, and all my tears refused to cry.

Now silence hums where echoes bled, a quiet home inside my head, I’ve locked the door, I’ve thrown the key,  

And vowed to let no others see.

For it’s safer here where darkness weaves, no hopes to break, no hands to leave, I’ll walk this path alone, and know,  

No one stays; they always go

~ Khai Moffett

God it makes me so fucking mad when things that I stand for and things that I believe in like LGBTQ rights or black lives matter or abortion even are labeled as politics or a liberal pov because NO it’s literally just human rights, like if I say “black people should not be viewed as threats just because of their skin color” and you say “i don’t want to talk about politics” just like ??? Did I mention politics?? 

If you get offended when I don’t want to listen to your point of view, it’s because your point of view is invaliding someone’s existence. If you’ve been told again and again that your views are derogatory and hurtful, maybe instead of complaining, you should rethink your viewpoint.