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okkotsuus · 10 months

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CHASING MEMORIES (satoru g. + suguru g.) !

features: satoru gojo ... suguru geto

contents: tw. spoilers. death. major character death. reader death. grief. loss. blood. descriptions of wounds. crying. unrequited love. killing. toxic relationship (technically). 1.5k words.

tagging: @saeonara

notes: this is lowk doodoo poopy but idc i wrote it at 1am as a cry for help, someone save me from stsg angst brainrot.

loving suguru geto is the kind of experience that is ingrained into every fiber of your being. it works its way into every waking thought. it contaminates every last drop of cursed energy in your body. loving suguru geto is an all consuming thing: more potent than any disease to every afflict a human.

the way his eyes shine when they finally reach you. the way his voice sings your name like the sound of the morning birds. the sound of his laughter that choruses like windchimes. these things never leave you. no matter how hard you may try.

this is a truth to this world that satoru gojo would learn far too late.

many things had caught satoru gojo unaware during his youth: toji fushiguro’s strength, riko amanai’s death, and suguru’s defection. but once he reached twenty-seven, he had thought that he had it all figured out.

he was the strongest sorcerer, untouchable. he had a class full of students that would be able to lead the world one day. but most importantly, he had you.

you who lights up his world like the damn sun. you who is the single person he turns off his infinity for. you who he is able to allow his muscles to untense around. to satoru gojo, you were the world and every good thing in it; everything he ever needed and ever will need.

but, to you, satoru gojo was a stand-in. he would not realize this until that fateful day: the day he was caught unassuming once again.

satoru gojo looks upon high school with a fond sense of nostalgia, missing what was once. the only thing he doesn’t miss was your disregard to him. the you who would flutter around suguru like he was the earth to your moon. the you who looked at him with that sense of utter adoration in your e/c eyes. the you who loved his best friend and didn’t even think of him as a friend.

it was satoru gojo’s idea to not call you to help he and suguru with protecting the star plasma vessel, despite your cursed technique being the one thing that could have insured her life. oyt of jealousy, he wanted to part you and suguru for but three days. he would regret that decision for the rest of his mortal life.

when riko amanai died, a sense of guilt flooded him: knowing she died because of his selfishness. but suguru felt the same for himself: despite it being everything but his fault. satoru didn’t see it until it was far too late. but you did.

you saw the tire in suguru’s eyes as the light in him died. you saw him begin to wither away, not lifting a fork to raise sustenance to his mouth unless you practically begged him to. you saw the way his hair and skin grew dull, lips cracking and oozing saccharine lifeblood. it was only you that was able to see him spiral from the very beginning.

then, that night when suguru left for that mission in the countryside: deep down, you knew he would not return. because you knew suguru geto in the way that newborn babies know how to breathe. in the way that the plants know the sun’s sweet, amber glow. in the way that the river rocks knew the gentle lap of crystal-blue rapids. you knew suguru geto in the way that nobody would ever know anything.

and that’s what made it hurt.

for a long while, you found yourself unable to do anything after he left. you would find yourself switching between crying in shoko and satoru’s arms, even masamichi on rare occasions. to you, suguru was the world. you thought of suguru how satoru thought of you.

what you didn’t know, was that suguru had tried to come back for you. on a night where you weeped against satoru’s blazer for the nth hour, suguru geto was at the window. but satoru knew, his six eyes picked him up almost instantly. again, he chose to be selfish, clutching you tighter where suguru could see. satoru doesn’t recognize the person he was during this exact moment: breaking his own best friend’s heart and preventing his one love from seeing him.

a part of you left with suguru, what remained of you was cherished by satoru like a flower. slowly, over years, you allowed your heart to open, to love satoru gojo. but never once did you love him like you loved suguru geto. somewhere in himself, he knew, but he stamped that feeling so far down that it wouldn’t see the light of day. until, today.

today when your e/c eyes meet suguru geto’s once again. but this time, it would truly be the last time. he was a mess, disheveled and bleeding out in a way you knew would be unable to be healed: even by the one and only ieri shoko.

you crashed to your knees at his side, feeling your kneecaps shake for the briefest moment under your skin from the force. fat tears rolled down your cheeks, crying like you had never cried before. satoru knew he shouldn’t interfere, but he, selfishly, stands just within ear and eyeshot.

words pour from your lips like a tsunami, confessions of everything you had felt these last ten years. desperately you press your hands against his wounds, deluding yourself that the pressure will stop the life from quite literally spilling out of him. your hands are warm and sticky with his blood, iron filling every breath you take in. suguru reeks of death before he even dies.

suguru just smiles, eyes creased as his lips pull. that does nothing to ease you, if anything it sends you more frantically pressing your body to his, begging him to hold on, to let you call shoko. his hands are the same, slightly calloused and oh-so warm, as they cup your cheeks.

“my love, there is no saving me.” his words shake you, not in the way of being told something you didn’t know; but rather, in the way of being told something you had been desperately trying to deny. you weep, silently, allowing the only man you have only truly loved to find the last bit of strength in himself to push you off of him.

satoru begins to realize the truth at that point. he helps you onto your shaky legs, leading your outside the alley and propping you against the brick wall. only then he returns to his best friend’s side to finish the job.

words cannot describe what satoru feels, every memory of his childhood swarming him. the world cruelly forces him to be the one to end suguru’s life, lest he become a cursed spirit. they exchange their final words, suguru uttering well wishes for you and him: something satoru finds almost ironic now. then, he’s dead, but satoru cannot bring himself to destroy his body: nor can he ask you or shoko to.

satoru leaves that alleyway to hold you against him: needing to find out if what he had known all along was true. but all he finds is you crumpled against the ground: not a single injury on you.

it is at this moment he remembers the part of you he overlooked. your cursed technique was called: life link, it allowed you to link two souls together through your cursed energy. slowly, the realization set in, in the years he had known you: he had never sensed your cursed energy to be at full.

he sees it all now: everything the six eyes had told him, everything he denied. the way you would look at him when he goofed off, as if you were looking right through him. the way you would always want to make sure he had eaten, that he slept. the way you never once spoke of suguru to him. it was all because you never got over suguru geto.

it was in that moment that satoru gojo realized that you never loved him. you loved the memory of a man that satoru reminded you of. he realized that you never looked at him: but rather the image of suguru geto that he embodied.

he doesn’t cry, he has known it the entire time, but it still aches in his chest as he stares down at your lifeless body. he remembers seeing the line of cursed energy that connected you to suguru geto all those years ago, but he denied it so vehemently that the six eyes stopped registering it.

it was on this day: december 24th, 2017, that satoru gojo killed both his best friend and his lover.

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parad-ice-lostandfound · 8 months

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Prompt: The story about a prince and a traveller <3

Pairing: Malleus x Gn!Reader (Yuu)

Genre: Slight angst (?), Fluff I dunno

TW: Uh, although this is GN! Reader, the reader or Prefect or Yuu is referred to as "Mama" at one point in this. It is meant to be a gender neutral form of address (but if there is another form of address that is more fitting in the scenario please let me know), minor character death, heavily based on Orpheus and Eurydice's story.

AN: Not really happy with the ending of this, but its been in my drafts for far too long. It would have been more angsty, but my sister (who I usually make read my fics to check if it sounds coherent and/or is good) as well as my friends who I showed the initial draft to said that it would be too cruel and that I should make it a happy ending so here we are! Hope you enjoy!

One upon a time, there used to live a prince.

The prince was the heir of a prosperous kingdom. His wise eyes looked over his subjects with the love of a friend and the vigilance of a father. All he ever wanted was for his kingdom to flourish and grow, for his people to live happy lives. And he worked hard to ensure their protection, so that they may spread their wings under his watchful gaze and soar to new heights, bringing honor and prestige to their kingdom. In turn, the people of the kingdom loved and respected him, singing his praises to the birds in the sky and the flowers blooming in the soil. There was no one in the kingdom who would speak ill of their prince, for he was beloved by all.

But, the prince was lonely. He had loving friends to lean on, and trusted elders to learn from, but his heart yearned for that one person who would transform his happy yet monotonous days into pure bliss. His one true love.

And how fortunate was he to find it, in the most unexpected of places, at the most unassuming of times.

He found his solace, his refuge in a traveler from far, far away. It was love at first sight, though the prince would come to realize it much, much later.

The traveler was an intriguing, mysterious figure; quickly endearing themself to each person they came to know. Many vied for their hand, for their affections, yet their eyes seemed to sparkle for only one; the prince.

After many trials and tribulations the two were finally able to be at each other's side. The prince took the mysterious traveler as his spouse, his to love and nurture and adore forevermore. Yet such bliss, was fated to be short-lived.

Death came calling soon, far too soon for the traveler. No matter how much effort the prince expended to save his beloved, their life slipped through his fingers like grains of sand.

The prince was stricken with grief. He mourned for the untimely loss of his pride and joy, and his people mourned alongside him. His heartfelt cries and pleas reached the heavens, moving the hearts of the Great Seven themselves.

One day, the prince was visited by the Thorn Fairy in his dreams. "Child, I have heard your prayers. Your devotion to your beloved is commendable, but the other side can often be cruel. It is best if you let those who have left rest where they rightfully belong, for the price to bring them back is often steep. Are you willing to do anything to have your beloved by your side once again?"

"Anything," the prince replied, with a conviction that moved the fae's heart. The fae sighed, and said, "Very well. If your love is true, and your decision final, then I shall not stand in your way. But be warned; one misstep, and your love will be lost forever. Do not look behind, for nothing exists there except regret."

The prince woke up in a dark cave, the Thorn Fairy's last words ringing in his ears. A warning, and a hint.

The prince followed his instincts; standing up and walking towards the small pinprick of light he could see in the distance. The floor of the cave was damp and cold. It seemed as if the shadows were clinging on to his legs, beckoning him to stay, to rest a while, but the prince continued moving ahead.

After what seemed like hours, (for the prince could not say if time was passing or if it was frozen. All he could do was walk and walk and walk-) the prince heard footfalls of another person, walking behind him. A voice called out to him, the tone so timid and fearful than he had ever heard it be, yet unmistakable. It was the voice of his beloved traveler, his most adored spouse.

The prince nearly turned to look at them, wishing to see what state they were in. He barely caught himself from doing it at the very last minute, remembering the fae's warnings.

Do not look behind, for nothing exists there except regret.

The prince kept walking ahead resolutely, one foot placed in front of the other with a haste. His heart beat wildly inside his chest, as if it was trying to escape its bony prison. The footsteps of his beloved echoed louder as they followed him.They called out to him again, hoping, perhaps, to get a reply; to get a confirmation that their love had truly come for them. But the prince did not answer, in fear of being tempted to look behind. Silently, he walked on ahead, his gaze trained on the light that seemed to get bigger and brighter as he walked towards it. Only a little more, and then...!

His beloved's voice grew frantic the longer he did not reply to their calls. The prince, in his hurry to reach the light and reclaim his beloved, had started walking faster, much faster than they could keep up. So they ran behind him, calling out to him. And fell, just as the prince took one step out of the cave.

The pained hiss that left his beloved's lips was the last straw for the prince. He turned, his eyes widening as the figure of his beloved knelt inside the cave, so close yet so far away from the sunlight, from him.

"No, no, no, no!" The prince exclaimed, falling to his knees and letting out an anguished wail as he wrapped his arms around his beloved. His beloved, who was gradually crumbling away into dust. Even so, they had a calm smile on their face, their hands coming up to cup his cheeks.

"I love you," was all they said, before they returned back to eternal rest.

...

Malina pouted, her hands resting on her father's shoulders as she looked up at him with wide teary eyes. Maleah, her twin, sat beside her on their father's lap, frowning as she asked, "Why did the traveler not return to the prince? He was out of the cave, was he not?"

Malleus gave his two children a gentle smile. "He may have been out of the cave, but the traveler was not. He turned back before they could take a step into the sunlight," he explained to her patiently, eyes shining with amusement as he watched her frown get deeper.

Malina sniffled, her big teary eyes sending a stab of concern through him, and Malleus held her closer. "But that's not fair..." she whined, hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

"What's going on?"

"Mama!"

The two little girls scampered off his lap, making their way to their other parent who picked them up with a confused yet fond smile on their face. "Father was telling us the story of the prince and the traveler," Malina said as she wrapped her short arms around their neck.

They narrowed their eyes at Malleus as they held the little princesses in their arms.

"Malleus."

Malleus chuckled, the sound soft and slightly hesitant as he made his way to where the three of them were standing. "Apologies, my beloved," he said in a soothing tone, his hand rising to tuck a wayward strand of hair back in its place, hoping that the loving gesture would take away some of their anger.

"We will be having a talk about this later," they huffed, and Malleus nodded, placing a gentle kiss on their forehead.

He watched as they brought the young girls back to their bed, settling the little ones and promising to tell them a better bedtime story than the one their father had told. Malleus smiled as he sat behind them, his arms wrapping around their waist loosely while he placed his chin on their shoulder. A soft rumble left his chest when they raised their hand to run their fingers through his hair as they regaled the two sleepy girls with tales of knights and princesses.

Soon Malina and Maleah drifted off into sleep, holding each other close. Yuu sighed, a fond smile playing on their lips as they looked at their children.

"Hornton."

Malleus pressed his lips against the nape of their neck and smiled. "Yes, my dear child of man?"

"You are a menace," they chuckled, and Malleus smiled.

"Perhaps."

They hummed, the sound light and sweet as it carried into the otherwise silent room.

"One day, they will learn that it was all a true story," they said.

"I believe they would like our version much better, when the time comes," he mumbled against their shoulder, the great dragon fae being lulled to sleep by his beloved's soft voice.

"Definitely, Hornton. Definitely."

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capybaratrait · 2 months

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But Daddy I Love Him!: A Disney Princess Legacy Challenge

I didn't really like any version of the Disney Princess Legacy so I decided to do one myself! I tried not to repeat traits, skills... But sometimes I couldn't figure out, sorry! I also included a color scheme based on the princess. You have to complete the aspiration, career and max the skills, unless stated otherwise. I also included some extra goals!

It's not playtested, so I might make changes as I play. I have an edited lifespan that makes Young Adulthood and Adulthood a little bit longer, but Teenagehood and Childhood shorter. My guess is that you could finish the challenge in normal lifespan, but you also can do it in long or with a custom lifespan, or even turn aging off if you want to! Whatever you want to do!

Also, I had to be quite... Creative in some of the princess descriptions, because their personalities are very similar.

Also, there's not really any general rules. Your heir can be any gender you want (Everyone can be a princess!), if you want to cheat, cheat, if you wanna change something, change it!

Generation 1. Snow White 🍎

Packs: Cottage Living, Parenthood

Running away from a terrible family, you find yourself in a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere. You dedicate yourself to keep it clean and make it a home. A hopeless romantic, you dream of finding your true love and form a beautiful family.

Traits: Cheerful, Romantic, Childish

Aspiration: Soulmate

Career: Stay-at-Home Parent

Skills: Cooking, Parenting, Cross-Stitching

Colors: Red, Blue and Yellow

Make seven friends

Marry your first love and stay with them all your life. Don’t woohoo before marriage

Befriend wild animals (bunnies, birds, foxes)

Have three children

Grow an apple tree of magnificent quality in your backyard

Generation 2. Cinderella 👠

Packs: High School Years, Cats and Dogs, My First Pet Stuff

Your parent instill in you the importance of being a hard-worker, but you can’t help but wish for a better life! With your two siblings making your life impossible, you spent your teenage years working a part-time job and saving as much money as you could to get away from them. As a young adult, you move to your own place and start working in the world of fashion.

Traits: Ambitious, Overachiever, Perfectionist

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

Career: Style Influencer

Skills: Writing, Painting, Charisma, Photography

Colors: Silver

Have a bad relationship with your two siblings

As a teen, reach max level of a part-time job of your choice

Always have a rat and a cat as your pets

You need no one to achieve success! But, eventually, you find someone as rich as talented as you have become (aka, don’t marry/move with before you have completed at least 3 tiers of your aspiration)

Generation 3. Aurora 🛏️

Packs: Nifty Knitting, Get Famous, Parenthood, Island Living

Unlike your parent, you don't even have to move a finger to get what you want. Born and raised in a wealthy family, you might be getting a little spoiled. That’s why your parents send you to live in your uncle/aunt’s house. There, you learn some good lessons, like the importance of generosity and hard work. Although some things never change… And naps are still your favorite pastime!

Traits: Lazy, Creative, Generous

Aspiration: Lord/Lady of the Knits

Career: Career Hop

Skills: Comedy, Knitting

Colors: Blue, Pink

Move out to your uncle/aunt’s house as a teen. There, they teach you discipline. Make sure you get at least two good character value traits!

Meet your future spouse at your uncle/aunt’s, but don’t start dating him until you are a young adult. They have to be a mermaid!

As a young adult, you don’t really know what to do. Career hop everytime you receive a call!

You love to knit! It is something you can do while sitting. Unlock all types of clothing and buy objects available with the Knitting skill

Generation 4. Ariel 🧜🏻‍♀️

Packs: Island Living, Snowy Escape, Parenthood

As a teen, you discover that you are not a normal sim: you are a merfolk. Your curious nature makes you move out from your family house to the place where your parent was born and raised, and reconnect with your roots. But when you fall in love with a normal sim, you decide to renounce your other form and become a boring, normal human.

Traits: Geek, Adventurous, Child of the Ocean

Aspiration: Beach Life

Career: Conservationist

Skills: Logic, Fitness

Colors: Red, Green, Purple

Get the Irresponsible character value trait

As soon as you become a young adult, move out to Sulani

Complete the Seashells collection and another collection of your choice

Befriend a dolphin

Stop being a mermaid when you fall in love with a human sim!

Generation 5. Belle 📚

Packs: High School Years, City Living/For Rent, Growing Together, Cats and Dogs

Ever since you were a kid you loved to hide under the covers with a good book and immerse yourself in a world full of magic where everything is possible. You love to read, it is your favorite thing in the whole world, and to think you also could create those beautiful stories? That's your dream. You also love your family, but you want to have your own life, so after graduating high school you move to a shared apartment looking for a little more independence. Turns out your roommate is a monster, but for some reason you can’t stop thinking that there is goodness deep inside them…

Traits: Bookworm, Creative, Good

Aspiration: Best-Selling Author

Career: Writer

Skills: Writing, Charisma

Colors: Yellow

Try to become a valedictorian or at least graduate with honors in High School!

Share an apartment with a sim with the evil trait. Fall in love with them, and try to change its trait for another one with the self-discovery system!

Keep a rose in your house

Always have a dog in your household

Generation 6. Jasmine 🧞‍♂️

Packs: Get Famous, High School Years, Get Together, For Rent, Romantic Garden Stuff

Stubborn and impulsive, you are not interested in love at all, especially with your parents pressuring you to give them grandkids and introducing you to suitors all the time. You want to triumph, be something for yourself! You might come across as a little self-absorbed, but you have a good heart and will help everyone in need. You move to Del Sol Valley looking for fame, and there you find someone that sparks your interest… But if you do commit to someone, it will be your decision. Your parents will have nothing to say in the matter.

Traits: Self-Absorbed, Hot-Headed, Party Animal

Aspiration: World Famous Celebrity

Career: Actor/Actress

Skills: Acting, Dancing

Colors: Blue

Have a bad relationship with all the sims your parents introduce you, especially with one of them

Fall in love with a sim in the criminal career. Your parents do not approve of them, so they have a bad relationship

Go on a vacation to Tomarang and adopt a tiger!

Make three different wishes with the wishing well over the course of your life

Generation 7. Pocahontas 🌳

Packs: Seasons, Outdoor Retreat, Discover University, Spa Day, For Rent

You grew up in the buzzling city of Del Sol Valley, a place that never sleeps, full of luxury and fake appearances, but you never felt comfortable there. You always had a connection with nature, and as soon as you reach young adulthood, you leave your parents mansion, looking to find inner peace. A natural leader, you decide to devote your life to guide and teach young generations.

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Self-Assured, Vegetarian

Aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast

Career: Education

Skills: Research & Debate, Herbalism, Wellness

Colors: Brown, Blue

As a child and a teen, be in scouts and collect all the badges!

Have a failed relationship before finding the one you form a family with

You are a deeply spiritual person. Max the friendship bar with one of your dead grandparents

Get the Wise trait as an elder

Generation 8. Mulan 🐉

Packs: StrangerVille, Paranormal

You have a huge sense of responsibility, so you join the military thinking that that is the best way to help people. But then, you are transferred to the town of StrangerVille, and start suspecting the military wants to cover something related to the Secret Lab in the outskirts of town… And you are gonna figure out what it is.

Traits: Clumsy, Active, Family-Oriented

Aspiration: StrangerVille Mystery

Career: Military

Skills: Fitness, Logic

Colors: Green, Blue, Yellow

Fall in love with someone also in the military career. You have to have a bad relationship with them first

Befriend three other co-workers

Matchmake your friends!

Get the Brave reward trait

Generation 9. Tiana 🐸

Packs: Dine Out, Cottage Living, Growing Together

You have a passion for good food, are a very hard-working sim and will do anything possible to achieve your goals! You start working at a restaurant hoping one day you will open your very own, where you will make people happy with your dishes. Oh, you also are obsessed with frogs, but you don’t know where that comes from…

Traits: Foodie, Animal Enthusiast, Self-Assured

Aspiration: Master Chef

Career: Chef/Restaurant Owner

Skills: Cooking, Gourmet Cooking

Colors: Green, Blue

Open your own restaurant after completing the aspiration. Reach the 5 stars!

Complete the frogs collection

Have a best friend

Adopt at least 1 child; They will be the heir. Have a strict family dynamic with them

Generation 10. Rapunzel 🌞

Packs: Get to Work, Horse Ranch, City Living

Your parents were always very protective of you, and you never understood why, until they confessed to you that you were adopted. Because of their strict parenting, you couldn’t do crazy things and learn from your mistakes; you crave adventures and want to discover who you really are. You really are a creative force! You love painting, you love singing, and you also seem to have a gift to make other people feel better, so you decide to become a doctor and spend all your free time looking for your biological parents.

Traits: Art Lover, Music Lover, Genius

Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire

Career: Doctor

Skills: Painting, Logic, Singing

Colors: Pink, Purple

Find your biological parents as a young adult or an adult

Have a very long hair

Have a horse in your household

Have 4 kids in total. 3 of them have to be triplets!

Note: If I finish the legacy, which I don't think I will because I never finish them 😂 I will make extra generations for Merida, Moana and Raya.

#Sims 4 legacy #Sims 4 legacy challenge #Sims 4 legacy challenge rules #Disney Princess Legacy Challenge #Sims 4 #Sims 4 gameplay #ts4challengehub

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tortured-gaylor · 14 days

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from the journal of ava: but daddy i love him notes

according to swifties, this is a little mermaid reference: she gave up her voice to be with the man she loved

idk i haven't seen the little mermaid since i was 5, i'll take their word for it

i just learned these people only raise you to cage you

links back to who's afraid of little old me?: "you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me"

growing up famous, she was never able/allowed to just be or do what she wanted. this is also made clear in the miss americana documentary. seems like scott especially tried to keep her quiet and caged

she has used cage imagery often throughout her career in music videos and visuals (look what you made me do music video, the shadows in the visuals during the midnights set at the eras tour, the speak now ornament, the glass cage in the willow music video,...)

the spotify library installation also had a cage, but the birds were free on another shelf

sarahs and hannahs in their sunday best, clutching their pearls sighing "what a mess" i just learned these people try and save you cause they hate you

this seems to allude to religious people being homophobic. they try and "fix" you by praying for you

she's the odd one out, doesn't fit in with the norm (the sarahs and hannahs)

they slammed the door on my whole world, the one thing i wanted

again with the controlling

is the muse the whole world? is it simply freedom? or is it something else entirely?

now i'm running with my dress unbuttoned, screamin' "but daddy i love him"

like the love story music video

song themes are similar to love story as well with the disapproving father

i'm having his baby... no i'm not but you should see your faces

GAGGED

you should have indeed seen my face

dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid

idk what to tell you

it's queer

her parent (likely her dad) planned her whole life out for her and she fulfilled this "destiny", even if that life doesn't suit her

tendrils tucked into a woven braid

links back to seven: "your braids like a pattern"

the saboteurs protested too much

homophobes

lord knows the words we never heard, just screeching tires and true love

links back to getaway car

this could mean words of acceptance, likely from the church(goers) again

i'll tell you somethin' 'bout my good name it's mine alone to disgrace

she's done being sheltered and ready to make her own decisions, decide who she is all by herself

god save the most judgmental creeps who say they want what's best for me sanctimoniously performing soliloquies i'll never see, thinking it can change the beat of my heart when he touches me and counteract the chemistry and undo the destiny you ain't gotta pray for me me and my wild boy and all this wild joy if all you want is gray for me, then it's just white noise and it's just my choice

this is her saying people have no business being all up in her relationships. they seem to think they have the moral upper hand and get to decide what's best for her, even if they don't know her or her partner at all

she pulls an uno reverse on them by asking god to save them, just like they did for her

this could mean she's gonna love who she loves, despite what the world wants/expects from her

this calls back to the people "saving" her cause they hate her (so homophobes again)

this is a reach but did they try to strip her of her pride colours and she finally decided to ignore these very loud voices?

scandal does funny things to pride but brings lovers closer

✨ shared trauma ✨

for real though, scandal could be her being outed by whatever tabloid

forced her deeper in the closet, but closer to the (also closeted?) muse

we came back when the heat died down

the scandal forced them to keep a low profile for a bit but they came back (stronger than a '90s trend?)

went to my parents and they came around

reminds me of That™ miss americana scene

also reminds me of how the dad in love story eventually came around

time, doesn't it give some perspective?

there's something in this line but i'm not sure what

#but daddy i love him #the tortured poets department #ttpd #taylor swift #gaylor #lgbetty #friends of dorothea #gaylor theory

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apprehensiveacorn · 11 months

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I read The Art of War by Sun Tzu and highlighted the quotes that made me think of New Life Sparrow. This is self indulgent and I cannot explain the joy I felt reading that book

Below the cut are all quotes that remind me of New Life Sparrow, in one way or another, with commentary from me!

Chapter 1 — Laying Plans

“By means of these seven considerations I can forecast victory or defeat.”

Sparrow would say this really confidently and then immediately get wrecked by a fireball

“Hold out baits to entice the enemy. Feign disorder, and crush him.”

Sparrow would reference this quote as he is very actively in disorder. If he actually decided to get serious, I’d see him using this as a strategy

“If he is secure at all points, be prepared for him. If he is in superior strength, evade him.”

He would reference this quote, specifically the latter portion, getting chased.

Like, ‘A famous tactician said that if your opponent is stronger than you— *explosion* you should probably run!’

Chapter 2 — Waging War

“Thus, though we have heard of stupid haste in war, cleverness has never been associated with long delays.”

“The skillful soldier does not raise a second levy, neither are his supply-wagons loaded more than twice.”

He forgot the fucking gas. Brother is too forgetful to abide by this quote, but that will not stop him from quoting it

“This is called, using the conquered foe to augment one’s own strength.”

He’d say this over a dead iron golem, or with magma cream in hand

Chapter 3 — Attack by Stratagem

“Hence to fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy’s resistance without fighting.”

Generally, he doesn’t seem to like fighting (people he has deemed of good moral (*cough* the pirates *cough*))

“He will win who knows when to fight and when not to fight.”

Sparrow would totally say this, actively staring at a threat he knows he cannot handle (like a bastion or something. Maybe a boss of some sort) before absolutely booking it

Chapter 4 — Tactical Dispositions

“Sun Tzu said: The good fighters of old first put themselves beyond the possibility of defeat, and then waited for an opportunity of defeating the enemy.”

‘Defeating the enemy’ would be ‘achieving his aspirations’

Pep talk :)

“Hence the saying: One may know how to conquer without being able to do it.”

Sparrow would say this to save his wounded pride

Chapter 5 — Energy

“The quality of decision is like the well-timed swoop of a falcon which enables it to strike and destroy its victim.”

Birds. Birds. Birds. Birds.

Chapter 6 — Weak Points and Strong

“Appear at points which the enemy must hasten to defend; march swiftly to places where you are not expected.”

Sparrow: The element of surprise! *gets knocked down by a spinning machine*

“An army may march great distances without distress, if it marches through country where the enemy is not.”

“You can be sure of succeeding in your attacks if you only attack places which are undefended. You can ensure the safety of your defense if you only hold positions that cannot be attacked.”

“If we do not wish to fight, we can prevent the enemy from engaging us even though the lines of our encampment be merely traced out on the ground. All we need do is to throw something odd and unaccountable in his way.”

He’d throw a bundle of fish in the water to get a shark to leave him alone, like in raft.

Chapter 7 — Maneuvering

“Thus, to take a long and circuitous route, after enticing the enemy out of the way, and though starting after him, to contrive to reach the goal before him, shows knowledge of the artifice of deviation.”

He sort of goofy silly where you’re like ‘awwww <3’ until he says this shit. If he legitimately wanted to do damage I think Sparrow could (either that or he’d be a loony toons villain but shhhh)

Chapter 8 — Variation in Tactics

“There are roads which must not be followed, armies which must be not attacked, towns which must be besieged, positions which must not be contested, commands of the sovereign which must not be obeyed.”

If a superior told Mr. New Life Sparrow to commit war crimes, Mr. New Life Sparrow would probably desert the army

Chapter 9 — The Army on the March

“The rising of birds in their flight is the sign of an ambuscade. Startled beasts indicate that a sudden attack is coming.”

Chapter 11 — The Nine Situations

“The different measures suited to the nine varieties of ground; the expediency of aggressive or defensive tactics; and the fundamental laws of human nature: these are things that must most certainly be studied.”

Chapter 13 — The Use of Spies

“Be subtle! be subtle! and use your spies for every kind of business.”

Excited fool

#acronage #new life smp #new life sparrow #new life owen #owengejuicetv #nlsmp #nlsmp sparrow #nl!sparrow #the art of war #the art of war by sun tzu

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ghost-town-story · 3 months

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FebruarOC Day 11: Kestrel

(Just so y'all know what you're getting into with this one, it's mildly spicy (but not explicit) and there's a lot of talking about death. Hence why the mature label, and a lil sample before the read-more)

100%

When you’re twenty-seven, you find out what dying is like.

It’s not quick, fast and painless. It’s long and drawn out, slowly watching your timer tick down, gradually losing oxygen with no way to fight back.

It also tastes like bitter almonds.

99%

Of course, other people have prettier words for it. Magic, they call it. Nova, is what people like you are called.

You don’t care what it’s called. Dying is dying, no matter how it’s dressed up.

97%

The first time you meet him, he teaches you how to shoot a gun. He’s cold, emotionless, detached.

Somehow, that doesn’t discourage you from wanting to know what’s behind those distant walls of his.

94%

The first time you see him smile is when you pick out a new name. Kestrel, to match his Falcon.

“Are you sure you want to join the ranks of the birds of prey?” he asks. You’ve gotten better at reading him, can hear the challenge in his tone.

“I’m sure.”

He grins then, sharp and deadly like his namesake. “Welcome to the club.”

91%

You end up in his bed.

“Just this once,” he murmurs, before stealing your reply from your lips.

87%

He asks you, once, what it feels like, being a Nova.

“It’s like drowning,” you tell him. “Where every second you know you’re running out of air, but no matter how hard you fight, you know you can’t save yourself.”

86%

“And,” you add, “the air tastes like bad almonds for some fucking reason.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You know what that taste is?”

“Nova magic, apparently.”

“Fair. But also,” he wraps an arm around your waist and leans in to murmur the last word in your ear, “cyanide.”

“How the fuck do you know that?”

His only response is to grin, sharp and humorless, and when the light flickers it looks like his teeth are stained red.

83%

You end up in his bed again.

79%

And a third time.

77%

You stop keeping count.

74%

He never acknowledges how often he ends up in your bed, or vice versa.

68%

But you ask him why, once, in the dead of night when the darkness covers you and you both can pretend that nothing else exists.

“Because if I don’t say anything, then it doesn’t exist,” he answers. “And if it’s not real, then it won’t hurt.” He caresses your throat, nails dragging against your skin, then he leans in and steals your breath.

And he’s right, in a way. When all you can taste is coffee and whiskey, breathing in the scent of gunpowder, it’s easy to forget about drowning and cyanide.

61%

So you pretend you don’t hear the silent words, for his sake.

57%

That doesn’t stop you from being selfish, though. After all, if there’s any benefit to this timer on your life, it’s that you won’t be the one hurting when it finally runs out.

So you whisper those words in the dead of night, when his breathing is slow and he can’t hear you, because they can hurt him but they won’t hurt you, and you’re selfish enough to say them but not enough to make sure he hears them.

49%

You never expected him to die first.

42%

Maybe you should have known. Should have expected. Should have done better, been better, helped him, saved him—

37%

All you taste is bitter almonds

35%

cyanide

33%

and his blood on your lips.

24%

You wish it had been you instead, and it’s selfish and awful but at least he had been prepared for it happening, because you’re not and it hurts and you just

13%

can’t.

You’ve spent the last few years resisting your timer, fighting for air so you could have another year, another month, another day, another hour, another minute, another second with him.

You’re done fighting now.

Your timer runs out.

%ERROR%

But you don’t die.

%ERROR%

You come out breathing on the other side, and the air tastes like petrichor.

%ERROR%

It’s is a gift you never expected to have.

%ERROR%

Without him, it feels like a curse.

#writing #in which i write #nova #februaroc #februaroc 2024 #i'm very excited for the emotional damage imma inflict on my friends with this :D

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total-drama-atlas · 1 year

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Episode seven timeeee

I’m still mad MK got booted so early

Okay yeah I like the new Chris. The voice fits. Is it the iconic original? No, but it’s really good.

The intro still sucks tho

Zee spitting his soda all over chase >>>

Priya is such a character I love her

Wayne and Raj are so sweet I love them I would die for them

This moment would be a lot more enjoyable if it quit BUFFERING SO MUCH

“The shark??? Did he make out with the shark too?? No, he just doesn’t want to tell me about the kiss… DOES HE THINK I WONT SUPPORT HIM??? I GOTTA SHOW HIM HOW SUPPORTIVE I AM WITHOUT BEING WEIRD ABOUT IT!!” wayne my beloved

the merger in ep7???? that’s just wild, that makes the accomplishment of making it to the merge… less of an accomplishment.

“So only ONE of you can win immunity.” “That’s fine. There’s only one of me 💅”

I think I’m going to like Julia as the new Heather.

“Like you, Ripper, this challenge is very simple.” “AWESOME” he’s so dumb but not in the endearing way Wayne and raj are idiots.

okay maybe ripper does have some comedic potential

WHAT WAS THAT CLOSEUP ON THE BIRDS LEGS 💀

when I was a kid I told my mom I wanted a pet bird and she told me about a guy in Florida who had a pet cassowary that attacked him and killed him and it was really gross and gory. Idk if it’s true but that did not stifle my desire for weird pets

i feel bad for zee that he has the hiccups this ep :( he doesn’t deserve that

“Just because no one’s ever called me smart doesn’t mean I am.”

Julia i love you Julia i love you Julia i love you Julia i love you Julia i love you Julia i love you Julia i love you Julia i love you Julia I lo

I love bowie guys

“Hey not so bright guy that no one wants” perfect description of chase

WHAT WAS THAT GROWL THIJG CHASE DID WTF

Wayne is so sweet you guys 🥺🥺

“You’re my only equal” “jk he’s like three levels below me”

RAJ BLUSHING IS SO CUTE OMGGGG

Emma just walking away to give Bowie and Raj alone time was so real of her

“sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything-“ “stop, i really liked kissing your face” why did he phrase it like that and why was it so funny

THEIR SECOND KISS GDHSJAJAJA THEYRE SO CUTE

Julia’s scheming is so funny because Chase is so dumb that he actually thinks calling out Emma’s supposed backne is going to get her back

I LOVE HOW EXCITED EMMA IS FOR BOWIE AND RAJ

i feel like Emma and Wayne could bond over it too. Besties perhaps

I love her white girl dancing I gotta go find that poll

i couldn’t find it if someone finds it please rb this w the link tahnksss

Emma reminiscing about her and chase… i don’t like it. Girl run!!

Emma and chase were on different teams?? Wdym she always votes for him? She hasn’t had a chance to? It’s just- you’d really think you’d work harder to get it right

td characters with a normal amount of fingers is weird bro

Rajie runnnn

Millie hun she said to BOLT

MILLIE YOU DO NOT DESERVE PRIYA, FIRST YOU LIE ABOUT VOTING WITH HER, THEN ISE HER TO STAY IN, THEN LET HER SAVE YOUR LITERAL LIFE ONLY TO BASICALLY SAY YOU WOULDNT DO THE SAME FOR HER

that took an interesting turn WHY IS ZEE RIZZING UP A BIRD AND WHY IS IT WORKING

okay hold on the baby bird is so cute 🥺

PRIYA DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER

you know i bet the hockey bros would be somewhat more compelling if I knew anything about hockey

WAYNE AND RAJ ARE SO WHOLESOME I LOVE THEM THEYRE SO BABYGIRL

Zee is so funny “I’m not ready for a family :/”

chase i hate you i hate you I ha

bro you had better not give her the half you dropped. you had better not try to give her that i swe

jerkface

Emma why did you kiss him he’s so crusty musty dusty

Bowie only showing concern for Raj when both Raj and Wayne are really messed up

i hope Wayne and Raj stay in the game I love them sm

I also like how this season Chef actually is the one explaining each character’s possible reasons for getting eliminated. Chris and Chef share the work a lot better now and tahts good.

The way everyone goes “WHAT” and did the head turn- that was perfect

NOOOOOOOOPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIOOOOOOOO

NOT THE HOCKEY BROS

NOT WAYNER AND RAJIE

NOOOO

IM SO UPSET

“My dad used to drop me and my three brothers all the time! And two of us are fine!” honey I don’t think you’re one of those two…

I wish they’d bring the ship back :(

I liked the ep until chemma and then wayner and rajie left :( i loved them sm

#total drama #tdi #total drama island 2023 #total drama island #total drama spoilers #td #td spoilers #tdi 2023 #total drama reboot #tdi23

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kpopjust4u · 2 years

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Tainted Red *Chapter 3*

Post Date: 30th August 2022 Paring: ATEEZ Choi San x Reader Word Count: 2.1K Content: Fantasy, Vampire!San, Human!Reader/ Slight Angst TW: Mentions of blood/ Violence/ Mentions of thoughts of r*pe (not San)/ Mention of Blood

Summary: After going into a downward spiral of guilt, hunger and anger, San takes his time to escape the forest. Unintentionally bumping into you to save your life, but does he stay to chat this time?

MASTERLIST

It was an impossible task to find San, the seven friends spent their time until the sun shines bright, rays cracking through the trees. After his disappearance, they couldn’t even consider what he could be up to, and to be quite honest, not a lot scared or worried them but this did. Especially as he drained that guy to the bone.

“He’ll come back, he’s probably sulking in his room already,” Hongjoong reassures Seonghwa as the others scope the whole forest grounds, the sounds of leaves rustling as they rushed back at the speed of light to their elder’s feet.

“He better be, or we’re screwed,” Seonghwa hisses in a whisper as a reply to Hongjoong who just nods, not wanting to bring much attention to their conversation from the younger friends who stare at them with disbelief plastered on their faces.

Hearing laughter coming through the forest, they pick up the last of the evidence and rush back to their house deep into it. It was a surprise that no one has even discovered the house, it was like it was invisible to mortals who may trespass.

Maybe it was a good deed from the witches they bumped into years ago, wanting to do everything they could to make sure that no poor souls get taken away and never be seen again. Or maybe the exterior was enough to make the hearts of mortals lodge in their throats and move the other way.

“San!” Wooyoung screams through the house, hoping for a reply but only the sound of birds flapping away from the area could be heard, “Stop sulking and come out!”.

San’s ears perk at the faint call of his name from inside the town. It would’ve been impossible for normal human ears to pick up on that but he purposely ignores it, caressing the ring on his finger. Going back into his deep thought, accidentally bumped into civilians on the streets that passed.

It was torture, the look on the poor guy’s face as he realised he was soon to be greeting death within seconds as San devoured the last drop of his blood before the thud of his body drops onto the greenery of the forest floor.

It really didn’t help that getting scolded by the oldest out of them, made his mind race with ideas. It seemed impossible for San to be able to think of anything other than you, visions in his mind of him doing exactly to you what he did to the innocent civilian.

“He’s got a family and they’re never going to know where he is!” San screams, completely wrecking his bedroom, “What if I can never hold my thirst around HER?!”.

But he couldn’t stay away from you, after the destruction of his room, he notices the shining of a silver ring out of the corner of his eye.

Bullseye.

How could he protect you if he could only be out at night? How could he face you if his skin starts to sizzle away in direct sunlight? This was his chance to find you, and keep you safe. Even if he had to play mind games with you to keep you away from the forest as much as possible, better yet; get you to move across the world.

Too far for him though it was best for you. He couldn’t be that far away from you.

He’s once again pulled out of his trance when he hears a familiar voice coming out of the coffee shop just down the road from him. His ears burned, needing to know if it was exactly who he thought it was, who he hoped for it to be.

His stone-cold and dead heart beats at the sight of you coming out of the shop, laughing with a friend. It was like you were plucked right out of a movie, too perfect to be real.

Your hair falls down past your shoulders, the light tinting it as it glistens in the sun like glitter and your skin? Oh, how San admired the way your natural tone looked in the sunlight.

But again, he was at war with himself. How could he go up to you as he knew you when he wiped all memory of him from your conscience? But how much risk would you be at if he made you remember?

His mind went from utter admiration for you to distaste and anger, hearing the foul and gross mind of the “friend” you were with. Briskly, he turns away from your direction, forcing himself to remain in a calm state before he tore that guy's head off of his shoulders.

‘Oh what I could do to her, she wouldn’t know what’s coming to her. Such a pretty little face who needs to be taught a lesson the guy thought, and almost instantly San knew that he not only had to save you from his own hunger for your blood but from the disgusting pieces of shit that walked the earth. Who wanted to hurt such beauty for their own pleasure?

“Get off me!” You scream, but you were nowhere to be seen outside the coffee shop, but behind it in the small alleyway.

San’s non-existent blood flow boils through his skin, pushing through the crowds with much force to find you, and oh that wasn’t so difficult. The smell of your blood that was once subtle and sweet was strong and overpowering, almost making it too easy for San to find you instantly.

With brute force, he pulls the guy off of you, throwing him across the alleyway as they scarper away in shock and worry.

“Don’t fucking touch her again!” San shouts after him, “Or I’ll kill you myself”.

It was a wonder how his anger didn’t turn to hunger once his eyes lay on your face, your lip was split open and blood ran down your face.

In a state of panic, you shy away from San whose only concern now was to make sure that you were okay but it was merely impossible as you tried to escape his presence, shocked after what you just experienced with the guy, hoping he wasn’t going to be another one of those guys.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, here,” San softly spoke, pushing down every urge that he could so he could assist you in handing you a part of his shirt that he rips off to help clean up the blood from your lip and chin.

“Remember me, please,” he whispers, and your panic seems to fade almost instantly, completely in a daze as you looked right into those eyes that you got lost in before.

San manages to get close enough to gently rub your chin, cupping your face with his other hand to keep your head still despite how much it stung when he gently pressed the cloth to your lip, holding it there to stop the blood.

“Thank you... San?” you reply so quietly, but San had no issue in hearing you say it as he nods.

“How did you know I was here? Where did you go that night in the forest? I was worried sick that you got really hurt, or worse,” you add on, full of questions as your face of pure ecstasy at looking at his eyes turns into confusion, holding the cloth yourself as he takes a step back.

“I heard you scream... I didn’t know it was you,” well that was a lie, he knew but he couldn’t tell you that.

Thinking of a way to ignore your other questions, he attempts to question you about how you’ve been and all, but you weren’t going to let it down that easily.

“Answer me, San. You’re okay, you’re here? Thank you for saving me,” you demand, but turn soft once you remembered that he did just save you from that pervert.

It should be the last of your worries as to where he was considering he was in front of you now. The minute your eyes reconnect, you’re back in a trance, but you weren’t the only one. San inches closer to you, the smell of your blood is nowhere near as distracting as the feeling that draws you to him.

“Maybe you should go to the hospital, and get your lip checked out. Looks pretty bad,” San deters you away from any other questions, making you focus on your injury as you look down at the blood-stained cloth in your hand.

“Come with me?” you ask almost instantly, not really thinking much of it as you take hold of his hand.

The warmth of your hand on his made him shiver slightly, the way he could feel your blood pumping through your body, the way it warmed his slightly. However because you were in shock earlier on when he cupped your face, you didn’t realise how cold he was to the touch, pulling away almost instantly.

“You’re so cold,” you thought to yourself, forcing a smile.

“Oh I’m sorry, my hands are naturally cold. Only when it’s extremely hot weather am I actually warm to the touch, it’s pretty cold out right?” San says, forcing a small laugh as he blows into them, then putting them into his pockets to seem as normal as possible as you nod in agreement.

“I’d love to come with you, but I’ve got to get home, is there someone who could go with you?” he finally answers your question, saddened when you shake your head, “Unfortunately not”.

A hospital was the worst place that he could go, he was just about holding well enough to not let his urges push through, but in a hospital? He has no chance. Though when you inch closer, cupping his cheek, his eyes meet with yours and he couldn’t say no again.

“Come on, let’s go,” he smiles, assisting you out of the alleyway, and making eye contact with the guy who pretended to be your friend, his suppressed hunger coming straight back up.

As he storms right over to the guy he threw across the alleyway, you call after him and attempt to pull him back but it was impossible. He was unbelievably strong against your force.

The guy who came out of it with barely a scratch on him attempts to act all big and manly but cowers away when San gets right up into his face, practically growling and spitting it.

“You’re going to stay away from her,” San hisses, as the guy nervously laughs, looking behind San to see you shy away from his gaze, “Or what? What’s it to you? I’ve never seen you around before, and definitely not around her”.

“Oh don’t worry about that, just worry whether or not you’re going to live past tonight,” San smirks, eyes turning black.

At the sudden exposure to what San almost looks like, the guy falls back onto his behind, shaking and quivering at the sight as San scoffs at the sight, entertained at the way he could easily scare these poor excuses for a human.

As San attempts to walk back towards you, the guy screams from behind, “Y/N, stay away from him! He’s a monster! He’s evil! He’s the devil!”.

In pure amusement to the sudden remarks, knowing full well you just witnessed San only just telling him to stay away and not even laying a finger on him, you shake your head at his bold accusations.

Forcing a laugh to join you at the pity of the guy who got caught in the act of trying to rape you, San puts an arm around your shoulder. You should’ve attempted to dodge that but there was a feeling that crept up that you couldn’t explain. It was like you felt safe around him, and you were slowly going to have to trust that gut feeling after the events that happened.

When you were in amusement and feeling of being in San’s presence, San couldn’t help but imagine how he could destroy that guy, how much blood he’d spill just to keep you safe as you made your way to the hospital.

San saw you get taken into a treatment room to be checked up upon but as he thought, it wasn’t safe for him to be inside of a hospital. The amount of blood he could smell, the amount of blood he has seen with patience being brought in that have had extreme accidents made him panic.

Of course, he fled again, disappearing into thin air the minute you come out of that room, looking around the waiting room for someone who’s just done another disappearing act on you.

How could you be so foolish? How could you genuinely believe someone would be there with you, especially him when he’s done this once before and now you were wondering, “What’s really going on with this mystery guy that calls himself San?”.

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The Life of The Prophet Muhammad: The Battle of Uhud and Afterwards

The Expedition of Sons of Nadr: Part 3

THE EXPEDITION OF DHAT AR-RIQA

(4th Year of the Migration, the month of Jumadalawwal / 625)

It was two months after the expulsion of Sons of Nadr Jews from Madinah.

It was heard in Madinah that the tribes of Anmar and Sons of Salaba gathered in order to fight Muslims.

The Prophet immediately made preparations and left Madinah with four hundred (or seven hundred) mujahids. He proceeded to the place called Dhat ar-Riqa and set up the headquarters there.

The polytheists could not face fighting the mujahids; so, they went up to the mountain. There was only a woman left; she was held captive.

The Messenger of God waited there for a while. When the time for noon prayer started, they performed the noon prayer in the form of salat al-khawf (prayer of fear). How to perform salat al-khawf is described in verses 101-102 of the chapter of an-Nisa.

The fact that the Messenger of God performed prayers in congregation even in the most dangerous moments shows us how important it is to perform prayers in congregation and that it must not be ignored.

A Miracle

It was during the expedition of Dhat ar-Riqa.

Ulba b. Zayd, a Companion, found three ostrich eggs and brought them to the Prophet.

The Messenger of God said, “O Jabir; cook them.”

Hazrat Jabir cooked the eggs in a bowl and brought them.

The Prophet and the mujahids ate from that bowl until they were full but they saw that the eggs remained the same in the bowl.

Mercy of God upon Believers

It was during the same expedition.

One of the Companions found a young bird. The bird’s mother or father darted into the hands of the Companion who was holding the young bird as if it was sacrificing itself. The Companions were amazed by the acts of the bird. The Messenger of God said to them:

“Are you amazed and surprise by the act of the bird to save its young? By God, the mercy and compassion of your Lord toward you is more than the mercy and compassion of this bird toward its young!”

The Complaint of the Camel

The Prophet had left Dhat ar-Riqa together with the mujahids and was heading toward Madinah. When they arrived at a place called Harra, they saw that a camel ran toward the Prophet and sat before him with respect; it moved its neck forward and talked to the Prophet.

While the mujahids were looking at them in astonishment, the Prophet said, “Do you know what this camel says? He is complaining about the oppression of its owner. It says its owner made it work for many years and now he wants to slaughter it.” Then, the Prophet told Jabir b. Abdullah to bring the owner of the camel.

When Jabir said, “O Messenger of God! I do not know the owner of the camel”, the Messenger of God said,

“The camel will take you to its owner!”

Indeed, the Prophet took Jabir to its owner as if it was ordered by the Prophet.

Hazrat Jabir said,

“I took the owner of the camel to the Prophet. The Messenger of God talked to him about the camel and said, ‘Is what the camel said true?’ The owner of the camel said, ‘Yes, o Messenger of God!…’.”

The Name of the Expedition

It is stated in the resources that all of the people that took part in this expedition were infantry, that their bare feet were torn by stones and thorns, that their nails fell off and that they wrapped their feet with pieces of cloth; therefore it was given the name Dhat ar-Riqa. Riqa is the plural of “ruqa”, which means a piece of cloth sewn on a garment to cover the torn part; that is, patch.

Abu Musa al-Ash’ari says the following regarding the issue:

“We went on an expedition with the Messenger of God (pbuh). We had only one camel. We rode the camel in turns. Our feet had been pierced. Both of my feet had been pierced and my nails had fallen off. Therefore, we wrapped our feet with pieces of cloth. That expedition was called Dhat ar-Riqa since we wrapped our feet with pieces of cloth.

God’s Messenger’s Miracle of Abundance

Abdullah b. Amr b. Haram, the father of Hazrat Jabir, from the Ansar, had been martyred in Uhud. He had six daughters and a lot of debt.

His creditors were Jews.

Abdullah b. Amr had two orchards with various palm trees with dates; however, their crops were not enough to pay his debt. He owed forty loads of camels of dates to only one Jew.

When the season of dates started, the Jews started to ask for their money and urge him. Hazrat Jabir offered to give them the whole yield of his dates but they did not accept it.

Thereupon, Jabir went to the presence of the Messenger of God and said, “O Messenger of God! You know that my father was martyred on the day of Uhud. He had a lot of debt. I offered to give the whole yield of my dates to his creditors but they did not accept it.” He asked the Messenger of God to help him.

The Messenger of God talked to the creditors of Abdullah b. Amr b. Haram and offered them to give the whole yield of his date groves in return for his debt by they did not accept it. The creditors did not accept the following offer the Messenger of God, either: “Accept some of the debt this year and the rest next year.”

Thereupon, the Prophet said to Jabir, “Go now; I will come to you tomorrow before noon.”

The next day, the Prophet went to the date grove of Jabir together with Hazrat Abu Bakr and Hazrat Umar. He said to Jabir, “Go and collect your dates. Gather the good ones in one group and the rest in another group. Then, inform me about it!”

Hazrat Jabir fulfilled the order and went to the Messenger of God to inform him. Hazrat Jabir summoned his creditors, too. When they saw the Prophet, they repeated their demands.

The Messenger of God walked round the biggest dates pile three times and prayed; then, he said to Jabir, “Bring your creditors next to me.”

The creditors came. They were given dates from the dates piles in return for their credits. All of the debt was paid.

Hazrat Jabir narrated what he had seen as follows:

“I had only wished God to pay my debt; I would be pleased to go to my sisters with only a single date after my debt was paid. However, the Messenger of God gave lots of dates to my creditors but not even one date decreased!”[26]

The Jewish creditors were astonished by what they had seen.

It was an obvious miracle of the Messenger of God!

THE EXPEDITION OF BADR AL-MAW’ID

(4th Year of the Migration, the month of Shaban / 625)

As it had been mentioned before, While Abu Sufyan was returning from Uhud, he said to Muslims, “Let us meet you in Badr next year.” Hazrat Umar had said, acting upon the order of the Messenger of God, “All right! I hope it will be the place of fighting between you and us.”

One year had passed after the Battle of Uhud.

The Messenger of God started to make preparations in order to keep his promise.

On the other hand, Abu Sufyan, the leader of the Qurayshis, was continuing his preparations for the war. However, there was a big drought and famine in Makkah that year. Therefore, Abu Sufyan did not intend to fight that year though he encouraged people to do so.

The Tactic Employed by Abu Sufyan

Abu Sufyan, who wanted to give up the decision of going to Badr, wanted to prevent the Prophet and Muslims from going there; he was looking for ways of doing it.

He met Nuaym b. Mas’ud, who had not been a Muslim yet, in Makkah. Nuaym had come to Makkah for umrah.

Abu Sufyan said, “O Nuaym! I had promised Muhammad and his friend to fight in Badr. Now, the time for the fight has arrived. However, there is drought and famine in Makkah now. It is not appropriate for us to fight now. Therefore, we do not want to fight Muhammad this year. If we confront him, it will increase his courage.” Thus, he expressed his intention and worry; and he made Nuaym the following offer:

“Return to Madinah at once! Tell them that I have gathered a force that cannot be resisted; dissuade them from fighting against us in Badr! If you do it, we will give you seventy grown-up camels.”

Nuaym returned to Madinah at once. He started an intense propaganda in favor of the polytheists in order to obtain the prize. He kept on saying that the Qurayshis had gathered an army that cannot be resisted. When the munafiqs also supported him, the Muslims started to lax. Jews and munafiqs were delighted by the situation. They showed their joy insolently by saying, “Muhammad cannot make anybody fight against the polytheists!”

The Final Decision of the Prophet

Hazrat Abu Bakr and Hazrat Umar informed the Prophet about the situation at once.

The decision of the Messenger of God was definite. He said, “I swear by God in whose powerful hand is my existence that I will go to Badr alone if nobody from Madinah comes with me!”

Those resolute and courageous words struck like lightning in the heart of the Muslims and eliminated the fear and hesitation in their hearts by the permission of God at once.

The Messenger of God appointed Abdullah b. Rawaha as his deputy and left Madinah with one thousand and five hundred mujahids. Hazrat Ali was the standard-bearer. There were only ten cavalrymen in the army.

Mujahids also had their merchandise with them because there was a fair in the place where they were heading toward every year. The expedition coincided with the fair. If the enemy came, they would fight. If they did not come, they would do business.

The Prophet arrived in Badr with his army and started to wait. However, the enemy forces did not appear.

The army of the polytheists commanded by Abu Sufyan had two thousand soldiers; they made preparations and left Makkah but they were able to reach a place called Majinnah only. They did not have the courage to move one step further; although they outnumbered the Muslim army, they could not dare to fight Muslims. Consequently, they returned to Makkah.

The Messenger of God stayed in Badr for eight nights.

The Arab tribes that came to visit the fair saw that the Muslims maintained their power and that they did not lose their courage and hope. The Qurayshis lost their prestige in the eye of other Arab tribes.

When the mujahids saw that the enemy would not appear, they bought and sold things, making a lot of profit.

After staying there for eight nights, the Prophet returned to Madinah with the mujahids happily and joyfully.

This expedition was also called the Minor Badr.

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(THE BEST) I NEVER HAD - An Eddissy 10 Years AU

Chapter Seven

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“A penny for your thoughts?” asked Chrissy.

Eddie jumped. He blinked. Quickly. Rapidly. Brought out of his reverie. Warmth rushing to his face, he turned his head towards her. Eddie opened his mouth to talk, then closed it back up. Opened it. Closed it. Tried again.

At least he could tell her part of the truth.

Not all of it, but part of it.

“I was thinking about how you saved me. Back in the Upside Down.”

“Oh!” Chrissy waved a hand. “Yes, I remember that! I’ve never wanted to look at a bat ever since. Not now, not ever. But also…”

Chrissy paused. Her humorous tone of voice turned serious, then. Very serious.

“That was the easiest decision I’ve ever had to take in my entire life.”

This time, Eddie shifted his whole body so he stood parallel with Chrissy. There was a gleam in her eyes. A look he wasn’t quite sure how to interpret. His lips quirking up into a smile, he lifted his arm, pressed his hand against the mirror display, and, his other hand solidly in his jacket pocket, he leaned against the mirror. Nonchalant as always.

Play it cool, Munson. That was what he always did.

“Yeah? You kicked some serious ass with that baseball bat. That was intense.”

Chrissy giggled.

“You did, too, I remember that! How did you call it? ‘The most metal concert in the history of the world’ or something like that? Intense is an understatement. And… And after that, I’ve never seen someone pedal that fast on a bicycle. And when you stood against that army of bats, armed with a spear and a shield? Wow. That was something.”

“If you keep going like that, my head won’t fit through those doors anymore.”

“Ah! And we wouldn’t want that.”

Eddie swallowed as Chrissy’s hand moved to his ear. Toying with a loose curl. Her eyes shone, halfway between mischief and sincerity, when she whispered:

“I also liked that bandana of yours.”

“Yeah? Me too. I liked it too. I should bring that look back, I think.”

“Yeah. Maybe.”

Chrissy cocked her head to the side and her loose hair poured all over her left shoulder. Eddie’s eyes darted across her face. Enthralled. Drinking her in.

He held her gaze as she said:

“I like the ponytail look on you, too. It suits you.”

“Well, I like your hair like that, too. No bun, no ponytail. You look free.”

It may sound incredibly cliché, but she did. She looked happy. She looked free. Free from sorrow, free from despair. She looked free as could be, free as a bird. He never took his eyes away from her. Never tore his gaze away from hers.

Sudden courage grasping at his bones, Eddie leaned forward.

#stranger things #st4 #stranger things 4 #eddissy #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #10 years au

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Here's chapter two of The Planet That Didn't Want to be Saved, as promised!!

I am not from your world. I came from a far off planet, a galaxy or two over. It was a beautiful planet, with clear skies and beautiful plant life. I have a few flowers from home growing outside actually. It helps me on the days I get homesick.

I left my planet at the age of twenty seven. I felt it was too small for me. Too cramped. My people had amazing strength and the ability to fly. We could survive in the vacuum of space unprotected, so the journey to the stars was rather simple. I just looked up, and before I knew it I was effortlessly floating through the cosmos. I looked to the stars for a destination, and flew off towards the first one I saw. It was a beautiful star, small and bright, twinkling in the inky void of darkness. I flew towards it. It seemed to call out to me. Something about it pulled me towards it, like a magnet.

I made several stops on my trip. I found several barren planets. One was covered in sand. One was icy. One had some intense acidic rain. I got some particularly bad burns there. Still I pushed on until I came to the star I saw.

It was beautiful. While it had looked white from afar, it was yellow up close. And it was so warm! Space is quite cold and lonely. But being in the orbit of the star filled me with such warmth. A warmth I had not felt since I had left home. I basked in its glow for a while, soaking in every ounce of warmth. I waited their for hours, lounging in the sunlight, until something caught my eye. A small blue orb, drifting behind the star. I flew over to see it closer. It had little dishes orbiting it. Little artificial moons spinning around it, each with their own little gadgets spinning and whirring. There was life on that planet.

I hadn't talked to anyone in a while. It had been at least a few months since I left home. I missed my friends, my family, and thought their might be some people on the planet I could talk to, to tide me over till I went home again. I decided to fly closer, inspecting the planet carefully. The blue belonged to vast oceans, spanning most of the planets surface. In between the seas were large expanses of luscious green land, dotted with hills and mountains and forests. Milky white clouds drifted above it all, protecting it, like the shell of an egg. I flew around to the dark side of the planet. Thousands of artificial lights lit up the world, shining all the way to space. There were many people down there. I couldn't wait to meet them.

I flew back around to the light side of the planet. I wanted to see this planet in the light of day. I slowly drifted towards the planet, inching close as slowly as I could manage. I wanted to enjoy my entry, as I would only get one introduction to this planet. I dipped my toes into the atmosphere. It was warm, much warmer than space at least. I hurriedly dove into the atmosphere, the first mistake I made on your planet.

My people have much stronger hearing than yours do. Even now, I can hear the heartbeats of every living creature for miles around. And my hearing was much better before the bombs fell.

When my head entered the atmosphere, my ears were flooded with thousands of air molecules, each carrying a different sound. I heard birds chirping, children laughing. I heard cheers and confessions of love. I heard screams of rage, shouts and thrown furniture. The roars of chainsaws and the hisses of hydraulics. The toppling of trees and the elimination of the animals that called them home. I heard explosions big and loud. I heard the clamoring of tools, chipping away at the planet I found so beautiful, ripping it apart for every scrap of value that could be wrung out of it. There was the wheeze of machinery, belching smog into the sky. The wheeze of the factory workers building the machines, belching smog out of their lungs. I heard war. The firing of guns, the banging of artillery, thousands of footsteps, some marching forward, some running back. I heard bloodshed. I heard murder. I heard anger, rage. I heard fear, desperate cries for help. I heard the last words of a planet on its deathbed.

It was all too much for me. My head began spinning. I had never heard so much noise before, good or bad. It was dizzying. Before I knew it, my eyes had shut. I was hurtling downwards, headfirst. I had blacked out.

I hurtled to the ground headfirst, head still spinning. I crashed, headfirst into the side of a mountain. I hit the top of the snowy peak, far away from any life. No one had been harmed except me. I rolled down the mountain, tumbling across the sharp, rocky surface. They stabbed me, they sliced me, but the whole time the noises continued.

Eventually I rolled to a valley, where the ground levelled out. I stopped rolling and tried desperately to catch my balance. I struggled to my feet. My legs burned with strain, as my ears pulsed from the noise. Thousands of voices were crying out in pain. Crying out for help. They needed someone. Why not me?

I took back to the air and flew forward, towards the explosive sounds of fear and pain.

As for chapter three, I've already gotten side tracked with a different project (that I'll be showcasing tomorrow!), so who knows when that'll be written. I'll hold a poll soon to see what I should work on, between my four ongoing series.

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Chapter three: Gossiping gossips.

New hair and new clothes Maggie had spent the week spending a lot of her savings on recreating a new image. Not for anyone in particular she didn’t know anyone here other than her mum and they weren't exactly on speaking terms right now but she wanted a new creation for herself. It wasn’t to ditch her old life but maybe a way for her to accept that this was a new life. New country and new school with a whole new kettle of fish. Big fish at that. Sons and daughters of the lavish and luxury. Maggie's old friends were nothing like these people. They all worked small jobs to pay for their social lives and clothes often too helping out their families with bills and food costs but they enjoyed every part of their lives because there were no expectation or pressure to be someone they really didn’t want to. No fear that if they went against their families they would be cut off financially. No care for the social class or price tags wrapped around another's wrist. They welcomed anyone into the group and treated each other like family and they really weren’t worried getting caught throwing hands if someone disrespected them because no one was around. No one around to call for daddy to bail them out or snap a few shots to make the news. It was an easy and carefree life but this past week all Maggie saw was people her age walking around in suits and faces of stone. She didn’t want to end up like these people. Yeah she understood everyone has to grow up. But into this...it wasn’t her life. Fixing her hair she stepped back finally seeing herself before school. Tugging up her denim army green cargo trousers and shuffling her cream cropped vest top she brushed her hand through her slightly brushed mop and let out a heavy sigh content with her outfit for the day she pulled on her white trainers and grabbed a mixed brown plaid baggy shirt and white graffitied rucksack making her way down to the front of the student halls giving polite smiles to passer-by's with some smiling back and others turning up their heads at her cementing her original judgment in more. The close autumn air was warm. The sun shined between the tall London buildings surrounding the campus. traffic was loud and hectic and people clearly late for where they needed to be rushed off down the streets accidently banging into others as they awkwardly ran on. If Maggie couldn’t live in Spain she would happily settle a small cottage in the middle of nowhere with the only sounds that came were from birds singing and sheep calling. Her thoughts of a quiet paradise cut short when she noticed a call from her mother. “Hello?” Maggie’s voice was cold and short. Still not budging when it came to apologising. She knew it was the right thing to do, she could see she made things hard for her mother like she was testing her loyalty and wits. “Good morning dear. Did you sleep well?” Marina tried to sound cheerful but Maggie could sense there was a bit of sadness hidden in her tone she just didn’t want to show it. “Ah mum what do you want? I’m on the way to class and I’ll be late if you keep bothering me!” Marina took a small pause hoping that what she asked next wouldn’t push her daughter even more away from her. She was only calling to check. She cared and she needed her to know this. “I just wanted to check that you’d remembered your medication. Do you have enough?” Maggie could feel a small lump forming in her throat. It wasn’t like it was odd for a mother to worry about their children's well-being. That wasn’t the issue here. Since the death of her father seven years ago Maggie stepped up to be the supporter and leader of the household when her mother did a piss poor job of it and so she had to manage her own well-being even more than before and in that seven years her mother stopped asking about her health or reminding her to take it. So when Marina asked such a sudden question after so long it angered her. It reminded Maggie of the hardest point of her life. Something she had to face alone. Of course her friends back home knew about her mental health and the battle she constantly faced and they were there when her father died but they had no idea she spent several times searching for her mother when she got angry and walked out the home or when she would picked her mother up of the floor and carry her into the shower to rinse the vomit from her body and hair or when she would force feed her mother food half conscious just to make sure she had something in her system. The list could go on. If her friends new about it all there was no way they would have let her leave. But Maggie couldn’t do that to them all. Being the youngest in her friendship group Maggie was often seen and treated like a baby but they cared more for her than each other. Maggie just wanted to prove she could handle shit on her own without feeling pathetic. She didn’t want to cause any worry or trouble. It was best to keep it all hidden and so when she saw her friend with a new burn mark trying to cook food or a new gash from her mothers empty bottles she played it off that she was just clumsy and they would pet her head and make her feel like she was three years old. Better to be seen as a clumsy oaf then the daughter of a mentally ill drunkard mother. Not satisfying her mothers worries she ended the call, turning her phone off, she slid it into the front pocket of her bag and made her way to class rushing more now what she’d spent time reminding herself of a difficult past. Shaking it more from her head and pushing the dreaded feeling down further she opened the door of the class room to take a seat. Being a few minutes early gave her the advantage to choose an empty seat and of course Maggie being Maggie chose to sit at the very back near the window where she plugged in her phone and pulled out her laptop.

Maggie rubbed her eyes feeling the strain hit her eyes with the majority of the day taken up by introductions from her professors and overlooking the schedule for the term being probed to take note of the key dates for assignment hand-ins. I have not missed this at all she thought remembering the same feeling she had back at college a few years ago. That when her mother began to get clean. Pick up her act and be a good mother. Maggie never really got an apology nor a thank you but then again her mother was mind was full to the brim of alcohol so who would remember and Maggie wouldn’t remind her. It was embarrassing and she feared she’d get into trouble for bringing it up. But when her mum got healthy and clean she took all the good things as a sign that she was grateful...until she met Philip and well it was as though all those years came and smacked her in the face. Angry at herself for thinking even more into the past Maggie put all her belongings back into her bag and looked around at the rest of her peers. She hadn’t paid them much attention mainly due to the fact no one had spoken a word but she could tell everyone felt the same as her; drained. Like they would all be anywhere but here. Maggie just wanted to go and get her phone fixed and hand her prescription into the local doctors so that she could mentally rub her independence in her stupid mothers face but she now found zero energy to do any of that. She still had a working phone and she had enough tablets to get her through till the end of the week so she didn’t feel the rush. And of course like last time her inability to motivate herself and get distracted took its win and she soon crashed on her bed letting an early snooze take over. Maggie stirred as she slowly woke up from her sleep turning to see the time she slapped her hand over her eyes regretting that she’d slept at all. It hadn’t even been that long, maybe an hour or two yet she was now feeling a restful buzz take over her head and she knew she’d be awake for hours. Looking at her phone she groaned internally at the sight of both her mother and an unknown number had sent her a text...

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#smau #romance #comedy #slide of life #university #family #lovers #friends #london #united kingdom #spain #love story #angst #luxuary #rich #richkids

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Everything has always been like purple skies, old odes, healing ale, a refrigerator full of chocolates, cinnamon rolls, ginger biscuits, a pocket full of smiles, bedtime stories where the fairy removes all misery with a magic wand, flowery memory lanes, small parks, magical sunsets, high swing sets under grey clouds smelling of fresh tea and snacks, evenly spread butter sandwiches, photo albums smelling of tears and laughter, Hot soups and whimsical lines of your favorite artists, Sunday outings, strawberry ice creams after every dentist visit, wiping the extra food off my mouth, warming my hands before leaving for school, shopping for school uniform every year, and stories of my first word, first walk, first day at school, the first letter I wrote, how it wasn't an A but an O.

How life doesn't come a full circle because the list of firsts ends, at the first time getting touched on a bright sunny afternoon after school with my body going numb, the first pair of familiar eyes staring down at my breasts that hadn't even grown, the first time my heart breaks over a crispy smiled- gorgeous boy, the first time of feeling the world isn't a land of mystery solving which leads to another until you find the palace meant for you because you are born a princess, first time realizing you can't be a princess because your parents are not king and queen and all the dynasties have been turned to dust and that's fine because you don't need a palace, when you grow up home is all that you crave and the first time realizing Santa can not fulfill your wish of not being so scared, and lonely because he isn't fucking real.

Life has always been your way to you, You were trying so hard to stitch a perfect story for yourself, for us, that you made a new family in denial. You abandoned us trying to look after us. Maybe you were trying to escape this hideous hole that has been growing ever since you were a kid which has attached its part to me in your womb. You don't get it, we are born with a black hole on our chins that inertly spreads and that's okay, No amount of love-filled carcass of words can change its identity,and I would do fine without cotton candies disappearing as soon as it touches the inside of my mouth, I won't ask where they went anymore like I didn't ask where those people went from my past. Watching people disappear is the only magic we get in this lifetime.

You say girls like me are made of fire and grit, meant to conquer and sail through storms but Ma, girls like me fall apart at the first sound of hail and search for love like it's the most important document they lost beforean important day, You tell me I have steel for feet that can walk through an apocalypse after making sure I walked on silk carpet as a toddler, and I look down and find neither. "Girls like me don't waste time on boys, girls like me know how to talk, girls like come straight from god's favorite garden," But Ma, girls like me have cried an ocean over soft-spoken boys, girls like me have killed their voice, girls like me are born of war and blood.Girls like me don't aim for stars but starve for a hand to guide us out from the hollow consuming darkness of our minds, Girls like me don't sing because our throat is filled with this liquid that spits sorrow.

You hear birds chirping at dawn and know it's fajr how could you never hear my muffled squeak or you tried to hide it in with a pair of extra dangling earrings, the stones in it shining as bright as the venus in a clear sky? You congratulate my heartache and call my cowardice brave, that sometimes it's brave to be a coward if it saves me and I don't know what you mean by it but more than that you don't know what you mean. When I asked, you you said you don't understand heartbreaks but I have seen your heart ache for seven thousand two hundred fifty-six days of my existence. Your happy stories are saddest to me because in them I find a tiring effort of breathing a delusion. I carried my most painful collection of peoms like if it slips and finds you, you would be devastated but when i let it out you heard like a distracted twelve year old because you didn't want to lift it's weight. You want the pain to be over without the suffering.

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Nothing to Fear

Shower thoughts this morning came to me in the most forceful way. I couldn't turn them off as I was trying to wash the last two weeks of depression and anxiety out of my hair, literally. I kept a secret from my niece this summer, and I didn't realize how soon it would be until she realized it. I talk freely and openly about my love for horror. My entire living area is adorned with posters from Friday the 13th, The Exorcist, IT, Blood Diner, you name it, with various homages to the Universal Monsters and there are clown dolls everywhere. It sounds like a nightmare, but horror has always been an escape for me, and what might be a nightmare to some, is a reminder that I'm not alone in this world that feels like it branded "TRAUMATIZED" across my forehead from the age of seven years old. Over the summer, my brother and his family, which include my three beautiful elementary-aged nieces, came to town for their bi-yearly cross country visit. My middlest niece wanted to explore the room I call my "horror cave" and wasn't entirely excited with some of the findings. "Auntie Jane?" she asked; I could see the cogs turning in her mind, behind her eyes, hazel, reminiscent of that first autumn morning when you wake up and see the hint of leaves beginning to change, forests draped in a cloak of gold, green, and orange. "Does ANYTHING scare you?" I stopped in my tracks. I hadn't expected such a question from this 8 year old who, up until this very moment, would take every opportunity she had, to interrupt and talk over everyone because she just saw a bird in the sky, or remembered a dream that she had six months ago. The curious minds of children will never-not fascinate me. Does anything scare me? I pretended to think really hard for a minute or two. She kept nervously glancing over at a Michael Myers Halloween figure. No. I said no because I wanted this precious and innocent little mind to stay as pure as freshly fallen snow. I said no because I wanted to be that invincible, indestructible hero. I said no because I couldn't bring myself to vocalize the thoughts that eat at the pit of my soul, 24/7, save for the blissful few minutes I'm waking up in the morning, and when I'm toeing the line of wake and sleep at night. I didn't tell her that the monsters in movies are real. Only they don't have bolts coming out of their necks, eight feet tall with green skin. They don't arrive in UFOs, beamed down to return us to some unknown planet. Monsters are alive and well on this earth and you can so much as hold their hand without realizing it. You can go to the doctor and find that you have a monster inside of you that will dictate how you live your last years, months, days, of life. One day, your heart can just stop, and it takes a bunch of people you don't know yelling strange numbers at each other, to bring you back to earth again. I didn't tell her that one day, I pray that she isn't, but that she could be in the position that I am, watching someone she loves, approach the finish line of their time on this earth, after a battle with one of those previously mentioned monsters.

Creatures in movies might not scare me, but the monsters that have the potential to live within any of us...at any time... they keep me up at night. But we have to keep moving forward. Living with them, within them, living beyond them.

#may be triggering #writeblr #cancer #death and dying #trauma #real life

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Luke 8 (New King James Version)

1 Now it came to pass, afterward, that He went through every city and village, preaching and bringing the glad tidings of the kingdom of God. And the twelve were with Him,

2 and certain women who had been healed of evil spirits and infirmities--Mary called Magdalene, out of whom had come seven demons,

3 and Joanna the wife of Chuza, Herod's steward, and Susanna, and many others who provided for Him from their substance.

4 And when a great multitude had gathered, and they had come to Him from every city, He spoke by a parable:

5 "A sower went out to sow his seed. And as he sowed, some fell by the wayside; and it was trampled down, and the birds of the air devoured it.

6 Some fell on rock; and as soon as it sprang up, it withered away because it lacked moisture.

7 And some fell among thorns, and the thorns sprang up with it and choked it.

8 But others fell on good ground, sprang up, and yielded a crop a hundredfold." When He had said these things He cried, "He who has ears to hear, let him hear!"

9 Then His disciples asked Him, saying, "What does this parable mean?"

10 And He said, "To you it has been given to know the mysteries of the kingdom of God, but to the rest it is given in parables, that 'Seeing they may not see, And hearing they may not understand.'

11 "Now the parable is this: The seed is the word of God.

12 Those by the wayside are the ones who hear; then the devil comes and takes away the word out of their hearts, lest they should believe and be saved.

13 But the ones on the rock are those who, when they hear, receive the word with joy; and these have no root, who believe for a while and in time of temptation fall away.

14 Now the ones that fell among thorns are those who, when they have heard, go out and are choked with cares, riches, and pleasures of life, and bring no fruit to maturity.

15 But the ones that fell on the good ground are those who, having heard the word with a noble and good heart, keep it and bear fruit with patience.

16 "No one, when he has lit a lamp, covers it with a vessel or puts it under a bed, but sets it on a lampstand, that those who enter may see the light.

17 For nothing is secret that will not be revealed, nor anything hidden that will not be known and come to light.

18 Therefore take heed how you hear. For whoever has, to him more will be given; and whoever does not have, even what he seems to have will be taken from him."

19 Then His mother and brothers came to Him, and could not approach Him because of the crowd.

20 And it was told Him by some, who said, "Your mother and Your brothers are standing outside, desiring to see You."

21 But He answered and said to them, "My mother and My brothers are these who hear the word of God and do it."

22 Now it happened, on a certain day, that He got into a boat with His disciples. And He said to them, "Let us cross over to the other side of the lake." And they launched out.

23 But as they sailed He fell asleep. And a windstorm came down on the lake, and they were filling with water, and were in jeopardy.

24 And they came to Him and awoke Him, saying, "Master, Master, we are perishing!" Then He arose and rebuked the wind and the raging of the water. And they ceased, and there was a calm.

25 But He said to them, "Where is your faith?" And they were afraid, and marveled, saying to one another, "Who can this be? For He commands even the winds and water, and they obey Him!"

26 Then they sailed to the country of the Gadarenes, which is opposite Galilee.

27 And when He stepped out on the land, there met Him a certain man from the city who had demons for a long time. And he wore no clothes, nor did he live in a house but in the tombs.

28 When he saw Jesus, he cried out, fell down before Him, and with a loud voice said, "What have I to do with You, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? I beg You, do not torment me!"

29 For He had commanded the unclean spirit to come out of the man. For it had often seized him, and he was kept under guard, bound with chains and shackles; and he broke the bonds and was driven by the demon into the wilderness.

30 Jesus asked him, saying, "What is your name?" And he said, "Legion," because many demons had entered him.

31 And they begged Him that He would not command them to go out into the abyss.

32 Now a herd of many swine was feeding there on the mountain. So they begged Him that He would permit them to enter them. And He permitted them.

33 Then the demons went out of the man and entered the swine, and the herd ran violently down the steep place into the lake and drowned.

34 When those who fed them saw what had happened, they fled and told it in the city and in the country.

35 Then they went out to see what had happened, and came to Jesus, and found the man from whom the demons had departed, sitting at the feet of Jesus, clothed and in his right mind. And they were afraid.

36 They also who had seen it told them by what means he who had been demon-possessed was healed.

37 Then the whole multitude of the surrounding region of the Gadarenes asked Him to depart from them, for they were seized with great fear. And He got into the boat and returned.

38 Now the man from whom the demons had departed begged Him that he might be with Him. But Jesus sent him away, saying,

39 "Return to your own house, and tell what great things God has done for you." And he went his way and proclaimed throughout the whole city what great things Jesus had done for him.

40 So it was, when Jesus returned, that the multitude welcomed Him, for they were all waiting for Him.

41 And behold, there came a man named Jairus, and he was a ruler of the synagogue. And he fell down at Jesus' feet and begged Him to come to his house,

42 for he had an only daughter about twelve years of age, and she was dying. But as He went, the multitudes thronged Him.

43 Now a woman, having a flow of blood for twelve years, who had spent all her livelihood on physicians and could not be healed by any,

44 came from behind and touched the border of His garment. And immediately her flow of blood stopped.

45 And Jesus said, "Who touched Me?" When all denied it, Peter and those with him said, "Master, the multitudes throng and press You, and You say, 'Who touched Me?' "

46 But Jesus said, "Somebody touched Me, for I perceived power going out from Me."

47 Now when the woman saw that she was not hidden, she came trembling; and falling down before Him, she declared to Him in the presence of all the people the reason she had touched Him and how she was healed immediately.

48 And He said to her, "Daughter, be of good cheer; your faith has made you well. Go in peace."

49 While He was still speaking, someone came from the ruler of the synagogue's house, saying to him, "Your daughter is dead. Do not trouble the Teacher."

50 But when Jesus heard it, He answered him, saying, "Do not be afraid; only believe, and she will be made well."

51 When He came into the house, He permitted no one to go in except Peter, James, and John, and the father and mother of the girl.

52 Now all wept and mourned for her; but He said, "Do not weep; she is not dead, but sleeping."

53 And they ridiculed Him, knowing that she was dead.

54 But He put them all outside, took her by the hand and called, saying, "Little girl, arise."

55 Then her spirit returned, and she arose immediately. And He commanded that she be given something to eat.

56 And her parents were astonished, but He charged them to tell no one what had happened.

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