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baul-de-frases · 7 months
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Ése era el problema, sentir más de lo que debía, de lo que podía, de lo que me permitía, de lo que era realmente posible, por eso me tomaba en serio las cosas, los sentimientos, los vínculos.
Firthunands
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oceano-de-letras · 10 months
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Debería sentirme mal, pero no. Me siento agradecido de tener poquísimas personas en mi vida. De no encajar en una sociedad enferma cada vez más vacía y justificando su vacío con más vacío.
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caballero-de-libra · 10 months
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¿A alguien le habré gustado de verdad? Algo más que solo curiosidad de piel, sino más bien un gusto para entender mis nervios por existir.
— Firthunands
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tendermimi · 6 months
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excerpt from the last poem ‘I grant you refuge’ by Palestinian poet Hiba Abu Nada before she was martyred by an israeli air strike on the twentieth of october, translated by Huda Fakhreddine
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sailorsally · 2 years
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ok but imagine hob & dream meet up again a hundread years later and the pub now is a disco? bit more futuristic & cyberpunkish maybe. Anways they are hanging at the bar for a while sipping some weird alcoholic drink that's the currebt centuries craze and then they get a lil lightheaded and hob suggest they should dance! dream thinks they absolutely should not. but hob is insistent and wont stop begging so dream says, "Fine," Hob's face lights up," One dance only," Dream adds. They end up dancing for a lot longer than one dance. Once they start they cannot stop. Dream has never sweat this much.(Actually he didn't even know he sweat before this. Kind of undignifying for an Endless). Towards the end of the night music turns slow and they are huddled closer, exhausted and mostly hanging off off each other and for a second their eyes meet in roaming ceiling lights of the disco. Half lidded pairs of eyes watch each other intently. Then Hob reaches out, sneaks his palm up Dream's shoulder. Gently rests it against his cheek. Waits. Dream's eyes go wide. He looks like a deer caught in a headlight. Hob swallows. Slowly runs his thumb over Dream's cheekbone. He's about to make a joke about its sharpness when suddenly Dream desintegrates in front of him. Swirling particles glowing in the disco lights and all Hob is left with is a handful of sand.
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cuppanova · 4 months
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aw nah what are they doing out here
(they did not listen to pitch when he said they got his name wrong)
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esuemmanuel · 5 months
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¿Cómo podré decirle lo que siento si siempre está alejándose de mí?
How will I be able to tell her how I feel if she is always walking away from me?
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altair214 · 6 months
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If Dream of the Endless had access to the Am I The Asshole subreddit "Am I the Asshole for condemning my lover to Hell?"
"I was informed quite recently by a friend that this is a good place to receive unbiased judgement on past actions of mine that were not well received by people. As there are few beings I trust to ask for unbiased, well-meaning judgement from, I turn to the internet.
After a recent excursion to Hell, my raven saw fit to inform me that condemning a past lover to Hell might be seen, in my raven's words "as a dick move." My sibling, who has seen fit to give a mortal the tools to imprison me for a century and has made an attempt on my life, has criticized me before for the decision I made to condemn my lover to Hell.
Our story took place 10,000 years ago. She was a mortal queen and very beautiful. She was desired by many, but she refused them. One day she laid eyes on me, not knowing who or what I am, and decided that I would be her lover. She pursued me, and eventually found me in my realm. We began to get to know each other. She truly loved me at first. And I loved her. No one had ever loved me enough to go to the lengths she had to find me. I offered to make her the queen of my realm. But when she truly began to understand what it is that I am, and that I would not abandon my realm to be her lover, she became fearful. I did not want her to leave me, so when she ran, I ran after her. She hurt herself in the hopes that it would make me disgusted with her and leave. When she saw that she did not scare me away, she allowed me to heal her. We made love all through the night.
In the morning, her city was destroyed, for the First Circle had decreed that one of the Endless cannot love a mortal. We had both known that. She had tried to put an end to our relationship before it was too late, but in the end our desire for each other had overcome all else.
In her despair, she killed herself. I was distraught, I would have made her my queen. But she chose death over me. She chose to abandon me, she chose to abandon hope, for death. Still, I would have forgiven her for that transgression. I would still have her as my queen. I would still love her.
But she rejected me. Even though she loved me, she would rather die than be with me. So I told her that I would offer my love a final time, but if she once again would choose death over me, that I would condemn her soul to Hell.
She did not answer at first. She said that we were never meant to be together and that darker things would come to be if we tried to be together. I asked her once again as she was making the journey to the Sunless Lands. She told me to leave her. I asked her for the last time. She refused me and I condemned her to Hell.
She sought me out, only to reject me. To reject dreams by killing herself. She loved me and yet would choose to die rather than be with me. She would choose Hell rather than be with me even though she sought me first. I felt that my actions were justified. She was not moved by the pain that her actions caused me. What could I have done except punish her for her callousness?
I felt I was completely justified in my actions until very recently when I saw her in Hell. I had not thought of her in a long time, though I still loved her. But my recent experience of being imprisoned for a century had changed me in ways that I have only recently admitted to myself. For the first time I wondered if perhaps my original judgement to condemn her to Hell was made in error. So I am turning to here at the recommendation of a friend. Am I the Asshole?"
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dramatic-dolphin · 6 months
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trying to steal a source from one of my fellow students on the topic to pad out mine but dude it doesn't exist. what the fuck. the article you're referring to is not there. i checked the whole fucking publication don't test me
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ginoeh · 3 months
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For the WiP asks, you have so many good ones, but I am so curious for the SoM AU??
So glad you asked! I really like this one but am totally unsure about the reception it would garner if I do it the way I want to - there mentally exists a version with less problematic edges than this og version here… I've been kind of frozen in a state of indecision on this for more than half a year now.
Beware, there are still a lot of plotholes XD Oh. And angst. There's… a lot of it. (It's on purpose and serves a purpose lol)
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After meeting Hob in The New In, the meetings become more frequent over the following months. Hob falls in love - hard. When Dream has to leave following the conclave, to go get Nada out of Hell, he doesn’t leave Hob with a bottle of wine but with one of his Dreamstones as an amulet. It's meant as a promise as well as a security - for Hob and for the Dreaming. Unfortunately, this has an unintended side-effect. When the applicants for the Key to Hell are searching for something to barter with, the many eyes of a certain demon get drawn not only to a past but also to a present lover of the Dreamlord. 
What better way to gain dominion of the most sought after real estate of any realm than by holding prisoner everything Dream of the Endless currently wants and loves?
(more details and preview under the cut)
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When Hob comes to, it's in complete darkness.
It's not the darkness of night - there is nothing natural or calming about it, nothing that smells of freedom, mystery and the cold starlight. This darkness is thick and smothering like oily smoke. It curls and clings to Hob's senses like tar, it slithers up his sinuses and into his throat, constricts his breath and his limbs until he feels unable to move at all. There are no sensations - no brush of air or clothes, no floor underneath his feet, no pain or indeed touch where his hands are curled into fists. No heartbeat underneath his skin.
The only thing he can see is himself. The only thing he can feel is Dream's black pearl amulet at his wrist.
He is alone, here in the darkness.
Or is he?
Far off, there is a speck of something. A shape, human-like, curled and suspended in nothing. 
It is a woman.
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Hob, in contrast to Nada and entirely due to the dreamstone he has been gifted, is awake during his captivity. The only thing he has is a piece of Dream's power, his own mind and memories, and the specter of a captive woman. 
What regrets make up Hob's nightmares? 
While in the outside world Dream, in the bid to right past wrongs, realizes that he has lost not one but two loves to one inexcusable transgression, Hob in his prison of darkness slowly gets drowned by memories of his own past and the knowledge that some things cannot be forgiven.    
Their journeys mirror each other. And then there is the shatterpoint. 
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Yeah, they're both a bit broken by the end of this. And probably better for it. For Dream and Hob this is a pivotal point to make or break their future together. As in the comics, Nada is the actual strong one in the setting XD  
Will this liberally abuse the power of the dreamstones? Actually, no. It's nothing more outlandish than what we've seen in the show/comic. Will this be a magically forced intro- and retrospective-driven character development for Dream and Hob? Yeeessss :)… Will this still be Dreamling? Also yes. But they deserve their fucky pasts and guilt and egotism and edges to be acknowledged. (Dream isn't only a wet mewmew and Hob isn't only a ray of sunshine)    -be getting off the soapbox now-
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baul-de-frases · 2 months
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A algunos los salvó el amor, pero a otros una amistad.
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oceano-de-letras · 1 year
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Tu lealtad, tu fidelidad, tu sinceridad, no se negocia, no se pisotea ni se ignora, si no admiran tus valores, no vale la pena continuar ahí.
Firthunands
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caos-literario · 1 year
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No tengan relaciones a distancia, no se priven de vivir algo real y construir desde la realidad, porque es allí donde uno se enfrenta a situaciones desagradables y aprendes sin guion.
Firthunands
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caballero-de-libra · 1 year
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A veces tengo el temor que en algún momento por cualquier motivo insignificante las personas me desechen de sus vidas de la forma más indiferente posible.
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gontagokuhara · 29 days
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beloved followers . please lend me your opinions on this deeply important matter
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bas-writes · 22 days
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i met with a friend today & took a long, sun-soaked walk but ngl, right after crawling out of a massive depressive pit, exposing myself to all this stimuli bit back with such fatigue that i barely connect thoughts today 😭😂
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