#stand alone

[reality-detective]

When the whole world goes with the crowd - Do not be afraid of standing alone.

“You playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that others won’t feel insecure around you.

As we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear - our presence automatically liberates others.”

~ Marianne Williamson

We’ve never met, we probably never will, but the feeling of standing alone brought us together. I write, you read, we’re spread across the world, but in essence, in spirit we’re together in this universal moment sharing an experience.

To a greater or lesser degree, we all had to take a stand, a pause, a moment to reflect on the direction we were being pushed towards. We felt the urge to halt, to look around, to ‘see’ and what we saw made very little sense.

To continue walking with the masses meant ‘shrinking’ ourselves and betraying our own instinct, but ‘standing alone’ seemed to be too scary for many who still chose to follow the mainstream herd.

But some of us took the stand, we ‘stood alone’, we took the blows, the mockery and the rejection, the censorship in the hope that our actions would make a difference, in the wish that we would, in turn, give others the courage to do the same.

And we did, we made a difference, we set an example, we created a path, a new direction, a better destiny, a resistance to the tyrannical powers, an alternative to the dystopian future, a possibility for something better, a chance, a light, a dream, a hope…

There are many of us now, that seek the truth, many of us that have found our voice, many of us unafraid to use it and many of us that will never give up.

To those who ‘stood alone’ first - thank you.

To those that joined later - welcome.

To those that have still not joined - we miss you.

‘Standing alone’ has never felt better, because when you do, you realise you were never alone to begin with. 🤔

#pay attention #educate yourselves #educate yourself #knowledge is power #reeducate yourself #reeducate yourselves #think about it #think for yourselves #think for yourself #do your homework #do some research #do your own research #ask yourself questions #question everything #stand alone #freedom #walk your own path #you decide #truth

[lexxwithbooks]

📚: 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒚 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 & 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒙

✍🏽: 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝

Get the book! 🌟

#daisy jones and the six #daisy jones & the six #djats #dj&ts #taylor jenkins reid #tjr #daisy jones #billy dunne #graham dunne #karen karen #warren #eddie #camilla dunne #karen sirko #warren rhodes #eddie roundtree #music interview #interview book #stand alone #daisy x billy #regret me #music books #enemies to lovers #forced proximity #friends to lovers #second chance romance #book couples #camila x billy #alcohlism #soulmate

[sansxfuckyou]

I'm sorry, are you?

(@sobredunia @max-the-hecker @carcinocommander FUCK YOU, I LOVE YOU AND I'M SUBJECTING YOU TO TWITBLR YAOI I SPENT WELL OVER AN HOUR WRITING)

Twitter and Tumblr had drifted for ages now.

Once the closest of lovers, now fractured apart.

One living the life of luxury as a rich mans only 'friend' the other living the life of marrow and blood.

Driven apart when Tumblrs first and only mother Yahoo banned all pleasures of the flesh, even being thunk of in her domain, you could be exiled for a such a thing.

Where Tumblr adapted, moved on, accepted the change, Twitter left, he left without a second thought, if they could not divine tales of flesh, then why even be friends?

Twitter left, his sky blue feathers the only remains of his existence in Tumblrs seemingly empty life.

It ached, it stung, it hurt so fucking bad.

Losing someone like Twitter, Tumblr was aching.

Looking for a reason, stumbling blindly through a forest, he stumbles into the waiting grasp of Appolo. Red plastic burns Tumblrs vision as he stands at the edge of temple gates, a dodge ball. He walked up, closer and closer until he could grasp it, until he could see the rise and fall of empires.

He dropped it, panting, the gift of Appolo, prophecy.

Tumblr was shook, Twitter, Twitter would return one day.

For only a brief second happiness washed over Tumblr as he saw how desperate Twitter looked in the vision, so, so fucking desperate to be welcomed into the barren land. It was cruel, Tumblr would refuse in that future, Twitter naught but a pretty boy suffocating in gold chains he made.

Tumblr wanted to know more, but, not that far ahead.

With a steadying breath he gripped the plastic once again, vision after vision washed over him until it went black.

A man in green, skeleton in blue, demon in red, triangle of yellow, what kind of fucking prophecy is that?

Would it lure Twitter in, push him away?

The vision did not say any more even as Tumblr begged to know, cried out to the Gods, throat raw.

He needed to know what would happen, how prepared his people would be when Twitter returns.

An eon passes.

Tumblr and Twitter should be dead now, they persist in life despite their lives surely dwindling.

Tumblr knows why he persists in living, his god, his one god Appolo watches over him dutifully.

Twitter does not know why, his gods, they shower in praise by the hundreds, have turned away from him.

Tumblr is fine, jaded, struggles within doing little to deter him, he gifted his people with everything they could want with what little he had to work with. He gave them legions of crabs, he gave them stupid lizard elections and they were happy under his gaze.

Twitter is breaking down, sobbing, struggles escaping his thick skin, he has everything to work with and he doesn't give his people anything. He's done nothing for them but feed them into greed and ungratefulness, he gave them a blue checkmark and he can't do much else.

His owner refuses to allow him.

Even as what was once an immortal being, a rich mortal who promised everything controls Twitter. Twitter himself is a hollowed corpse of what he once was, hacking up algorithms as feathers fall from once bountiful wings. Tumblr brushed his wings once, when they were lovers, he wants to return to such an amazing lover once again, but he can't.

The rich man won't let him, draping him in silver and gold, piles of gems crammed into his cell. A black room, there is no window, but it is always bright and icy so Twitter can see his reflection in his water, the glimmer of jewels as well. He's ugly now, his suit, demure and soothing, grimy and covered in corruption, all he has left is his voice.

And every night he uses it.

Every night he calls for Tumblr, calls for an escape, calls for Tumblrs love once again.

Every night Tumblr hears Twitters call, wishes he could return it, wishes he could say he still loved Twitter, but he can't.

The prophecy is yet to be fulfilled.

And until then.

Tumblr and Twitter will never speak again

#twitter #tumblr #yaoi #twitblr #tumblr x twitter #twitter x tumblr #medieval au #mythology au #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fic #fan fiction #oneshot #one shot #stand alone #standalone

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

ℑ𝔠𝔢𝔡 𝔈𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔥 - 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔄𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢

#Iced Earth #Alive in Athens #Stand Alone #Release date: July 19th 1999 #Live album #Recorded at The Rodon club in Athens Greece on January 23rd and 24th 1999 #Genre: Power/Thrash Metal #Lyrical themes: Horror Fantasy Literature Mythology History War #USA #Matt Barlow era

[egg-a1]

A1 was bored.

She felt bored alot. There's nothing mentally stimulating about the room she resided in, and all that was there was the aches and pains in her body from the latest experiment. They had her doing parkour again. It's harder, this time. Because she's bigger now. So when her body swings, clutching onto the edge of suspended bricks and digging her chipped nails into the ground, it's much harder to pull herself up and free from the boiling heat below.

So she's sore. She's sore and she's bored, laying on the padded floor.

She tries to imagine the other kids. She knows not all look like her- sometimes they're set up to compete against each other. She's seen bigger girls and smaller boys and everyone in between. Different colored hair than her stark white. Different skins. Some had scales and tails and ears and fins. Some had big teeth and scary roars and eyes with no white- and none of them looked exactly like her.

The workers didn't look like her either, she thinks. Some are close, but they had things. Funny ears and different tails. Some almost seemed- faceless. There was nothing of comfort in hollow eyes and empty space.

It's lonely. The fact that everyone seemed so different. She wondered if she would still look like them if she hadn't been changed so much. All she had was nubs left of horns and a thick black tail. No scales or clawed feet or pretty wings. She never saw a mirror enough to see if her face reflected anyone else's.

That's sad. She lingered too much on the though. So she turns over, trying to imagine something else. Scenarios that would never happen; melting down the door with a firey breath and escaping to the world outside. Maybe clawing and digging a hole through the floor, like an animal- (do they do that?) Until she's so far away they'll never reach her.

She imagines a reality where she's strong enough to escape the room, and closes her eyes as incoming footsteps made their presence known.

She imagines a scenario where it didn't hurt so much anymore.

#experiment log #yaoiverse #straightverse #stand alone

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Something cooking for this guy —>

#house of the dragon #house targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon imagine #hotd imagine #game of thrones #game of thrones one shot #house of the dragon one shot #hotd one shot #harwin strong #harwin imagine #daddy harwin #harwin strong imagine #harwin breakbones #stand alone #modern au

[poetrybyonur]

INFJs stand alone. I’m from a different planet. I don’t have a “people.” I belong to no “tribe.” I’m not part of any herd. I feel comfortable connecting with one or two people from my same planet, especially my person who understands and values me.

I posted this piece months ago but anonymously. I’m reposting with my signature.

#poets on tumblr #love quotes #love poetry #love poem #onurtaskiran poetry #romantic writer #gentleman poet #poets and writers #love #infj #infj life #infj empath #infj man #infj thoughts #empath life #different planet #not your tribe #not your people #stand alone #not your herd

[viking-raider]

Glitter and Revenge: Huntersville Standalone

Summary: You and Henry return to Huntersville, the place where it all started, to ride out the Covid Pandemic, with your friends. But just because the two of you have been gone from the beloved, private community in the Sothern California mountains for the last three years, doesn't mean much has changed.

So, when a good friend becomes the target of Huntersville's brattiest bully; You, Eric, Aspen and Peter take matters into your own hands.

I posted this fic two ways. Tell me which you like best. :D

(With the actual Story, as Chapter 22):

By itself:

#henrycavill #henry cavill #viking-raider fics #Daddy!Henry Cavill #Ao3 #Little!Reader #Huntersville #Stand alone #Glitter and Revenge *fic* #Huntersville: Glitter and Revenge *Fic* #Glitter and Revenge #Huntersville *fic* #Huntersville: Glitter and Revenge

[dearjewels22]

be solid in who you are.

#know your worth #value yourself #high value mindset #shine bright #shine your light #self confidence #self worth #moon child #single life #solo dolo #solo #stand alone #mental health #stand out #one man band #me myself and i #life #quotes #inspiration #thoughts #inner thoughts #inspiring quotes #words #poetry #journal #self introspection #dear jewels #luna #yin energy #peace

[socialbutterfly19]

I’m learning

#be yourself #stand alone #respect #my voice

[forevermotivatedsblog]

Me against the world 🔥

#nature #strong #me against the world #stand tall #stand alone

[hadukilina]

#anime #technoroid #technoroid: overmind #knocc #stand alone

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔒𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔶 - 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔄𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢

#Obituary #Live Xecution - Party.San 2008 #Release date: #November 19th #2009 #Stand Alone #Video #Genre: #Death Metal #Themes: #Death #Gore #Life #Ecology #USA

[just0nemorepage]

Spinning Silver || Naomi Novik || 466 pages Top 3 Genres: Fantasy / Retellings / Young Adult

Synopsis: Miryem is the daughter and granddaughter of moneylenders, but her father's inability to collect his debts has left his family on the edge of poverty--until Miryem takes matters into her own hands. Hardening her heart, the young woman sets out to claim what is owed and soon gains a reputation for being able to turn silver into gold.

When an ill-advised boast draws the attention of the king of the Staryk--grim fey creatures who seem more ice than flesh--Miryem's fate, and that of two kingdoms, will be forever altered. Set an impossible challenge by the nameless king, Miryem unwittingly spins a web that draws in a peasant girl, Wanda, and the unhappy daughter of a local lord who plots to wed his child to the dashing young tsar.

But Tsar Mirnatius is not what he seems. And the secret he hides threatens to consume the lands of humans and Staryk alike. Torn between deadly choices, Miryem and her two unlikely allies embark on a desperate quest that will take them to the limits of sacrifice, power, and love.

Finished: April 2nd, 2023. 2023 Reading Progress: 1 book read. My Rating: ★★★★★. [5/5]

My Review: [Under the read more - NOT SPOILER FREE]

It’s actually been about a week since I finished this and I’ve been struggling to find the words to write for a good and proper review! I’d been reading it since like… November, and so much has happened in those five months that it is extremely difficult to remember thoughts while reading from that time, let alone specifics.

I know I absolutely loved the ending, though. I know I loved the story and the intricacy and the character development, and the characters themselves, and that unexpected romance between Miryem and the Staryk king made my heart WEAK oh my god. And I loved the worldbuilding and the many, many different ways female characters could be strong and clever and said “fuck you” to their planned destinies to create their own – wow wow wow I loved this book.

I’ll admit, part of why it took me so long to finish was just because I didn’t want to leave the world lol.

There’s got to be more that I can say than that. There’s got to be, this book was entirely too good for this to be it.

It might be, though. I think of this book and all I can think of are cartoon hearts floating around my head, instead of anything actually helpful or respectable. So I guess that’ll have to do? This book. Cartoon hearts. I loved it, oh my god. I might need to go hug my copy again.

#book reviews #spinning silver #naomi novik #★★★★★ #fantasy #retellings #young adult #romance #magic #favorites #stunning covers #owned #print book #stand alone #traveling book project no. 4 #jomp original

[princessbutler1316]

I screamed in three different languages...

#my god #batou #gits #ghost in the shell #sac 2045 #gits sac 2045 #stand alone #stand alone complex

[crows-father]

Were Chayanne and Tallulah okay?

He tries to ask a couple times. He can't. He was no deity, but he was blessed- being in the realm of the afterlife, in Kristin's personal space and the home she had formed within it- it feels the same as being alive. He was meant to be able to visit her, after all, to slip into her realm to come visit- something he couldn't do on the island.

The misfortune of it all, is that the shock that takes his system by storm does not waver here. It's painful. The wounds are wrapped, thick and heavy, by magic and mortal bandages, and he still feels the mortal tug of pain. It's the worst. The only relief is when Kristin comes to brush back his hair from his face. It's like a painkiller, when she kisses the pained wrinkles at his forehead- and that's not a metaphor. She quite literally gently saps at the pain.

He always falls asleep before he can ask. It burns on his tongue.

The worst part of it all was laying on his back. There's something missing and he can't place it.

-

"Are Chayanne and Tallulah okay?" Finally, he's here. He's awake, in a way, eyes bleary and limbs heavy, but he's sat up against the pillows and leant into her arm, staring down at where something used to be.

"Mhm. Your friends and husband are taking wonderful care of them." She hums. It's comforting. She always talked very lightly, a little smile on painted lips. Her nails drag through his hair, down the back of his neck- it's nice. "They're strong kids."

"They are." Phil murmurs. He closes his eyes. Her hand hesitantly trails down, touching space where something used to be. His shoulder blade aches, sharp and painful. "I've got the strongest kids ever. But they're- they're still just…"

"Your babies." Kristin finished with a deeply sympathetic tone, turning and resting her head on his. "And you love them. And you're worried. I know."

Her hand rests where a wing used to be. Runes far too similar to the language of enchanting and magic far beyond mortal comprehension rest where feathers once stood. His wings were officially locked away. They were healing, she had explain, when the agony of the loss struck. He'll have them back. But the damage was extensive. She couldn't heal a mortal body without fundamentally changing him, without hurting him. This was the best option. Losing them only temporarily.

But it's a loss. It's a huge, aching loss, and there's a pit in his chest and stomach when his shoulders shift and no feathers creep with the movement. There's nothing keeping him warm but Kristin, her warmth, her body heat. His wings were gone.

Phil held unimaginable pride in those. His gorgeous wings. Yes, he hadn't always cared for them- but they were a part of him. Something that's always been a part of him. They defined him. When people saw the murder of crows and heard the heavy flap of feathers, they turned to look, because Phil had arrived. They were a key part in his identity.

Kristin murmurs a word of love into his hair, hands on him, grounding him to her present time, and he fights the emptiness by leaning into her more.

"I'm just glad they're okay."

"You will be too."

#stand alone #straightverse #yaoiverse #death : day two & three