if u talk to me like i talked to myself
i’d give you the finger, i’d say “go to hell”
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make your choice
Digory didn’t think much on making choices. The whole world would be over when his mother died anyhow.
Of course, this didn’t keep him from being curious or adventurous. It was exciting to meet new people, exciting to go exploring and to speculate about whatever mischief his Uncle Andrew was up to. Being a lively young boy was perhaps the best distraction from being a boy about to lose his mother.
Going after Polly was so obviously right that it might as well not have been a choice at all. What else could he do? It was easy to be righteous in the face of an evil old magician who said things like "Ours is a high and lonely destiny."
Yet once they were there in that rich, in-between place, with all the worlds there were splayed out before them— ((Make your choice, adventurous stranger)) Well. What sort of lively young boy would he be if he turned back now?
Digory could feel the bell’s magic ((strike the bell and bide the danger)) beginning to work on him. There was no use in resisting. He felt tendrils of magic sinking deep beneath his skin, laying claim to any free will he’d ever had. He said as much to Polly, but she wasn’t listening.
Polly said ((or wonder till it drives you mad)) that he looked exactly like his uncle when he said that.
Jadis’s whole world had ended. Everyone had died, and she’d just gone to sleep. She might have stayed sleeping forever if he hadn’t woken her. Sitting outside his mother’s sickroom, Digory wondered ((what would have followed if you had)) if that was really so shocking. Hadn’t he been preparing for just such an end? Were Charn and Mabel Kirke so different?
Narnia was not an end. It was a beginning.
And face to face with the Lion, Digory was forced to admit that the bell had not been magic. Nothing had caused him to strike it. Make your choice, the writing had said. Digory had chosen.
I’ve spoiled everything. There’s no chance of getting anything for mother now.
The enormous Lion asked him, "Son of Adam, are you ready to undo the wrong that you have done?" and Digory sputtered his maybes.
"I asked, are you ready?" the Lion said again.
At that very moment, an ultimatum flashed through Digory’s mind. If I salvage your beginning, will you prevent my end? If make amends, will you save my mother? He thought of refusing, of holding his choice hostage until his future was secure. Could the Lion be bargained with? Could Digory twist his arm, as he'd twisted Polly's?
But what Digory said was, "Yes."
Jadis conjured such lovely visions of the future. His mother's face would lose its gray sheen and she would say, Why, I'm beginning to feel stronger. There would be no more morphia, no more of the terrible drawn look about her when she slept. She would rise from her sickbed, vibrant and whole ((Come in by the gold gates or not at all)) rise and walk to the door and fling it open and then Digory would go running into her arms.
He gasped as though he'd been mortally wounded. Perhaps he had been in a way. After all, had the gate not said ((take my fruit for others or forbear))?
Jadis ((for those who steal and those who climb my wall)) called Digory the Lion's slave. Years later, he would think back over all that those words implied. The Witch seemed to think that Digory had no will, if he was willing to subordinate himself to Aslan.
But was it not Aslan who made Digory realize his own culpability ((shall find their heart's desire and find despair)), and in the same breath gave him a way to repair it? Had not Aslan given his will back to him?
And at the foot of the tree, Aslan gave Digory his future back as well.
He was old, but now he is young again, watching as the stars fall headlong across the black of the world-that-was. The world is ending at last, but Digory does not fear such things any longer.
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can't forget the video where they introduce Dave Mustaine to Brazilian comedic metal band Massacration whose whole premise is that their vocalist is Metal Jesus (son of the Metal God) and also happens to be an eunuch (he was castrated so he could achieve the perfect metal voice - of course it's all fake for comedic purposes). But no one tells him it's a parody band so he starts listening and at first he's kinda impressed with the instrumental but as soon as the singing starts he realizes it's a prank and he just gets more pissed by the second
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I really get annoyed when people see t2 Muu’s change in character and say it’s unnatural and came out of nowhere. Sparring how it was already heavily implied in t1 especially with crying b that’s not true? As someone with a very similar mindset to her it only feels natural that that’s the progression she went with after being forgiven. I often find myself flipping between wanting to be a pitiful victim hurt by everyone around me and a heartless perpetrator taking down people for being annoying, especially as I’ve had similar situations to her. Muu adapting this mindset after being forgiven is definitely realistic and speaks to me, as her forgiveness allows her to express a part of herself that she hates in way she feels as if she is subtly controlling everyone around her and who forgave her and follow her. So it’s really disheartening seeing people switch to hating her after everything and regarding her as simply cruel and manipulative.
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wip wednesday 💕
i'd like to take a brief interlude from my depressive spiral to present a small excerpt from the slutty elriel fic i'm working on, still hoping to get this out this week but taylor swift put a pin in my plans and i've been wallowing in bed for like 96 straight hours.
no warnings here bc im saving the actual slutty content for the full published piece.
hope everyone's having a good week 💖
Elain blindly wandered down the dark hallways.The echo of her heels on the stone floor was menacing, causing the already frantic beat of her heart to rise to an almost worrisome crescendo. It didn’t help that she could barely see and was relying solely on the occasional flickering fae light and the cool, insistent shadow pressed to the small of her back to guide her towards her mystery destination.
It felt like she’d been walking for hours, turning this way and that in the labyrinth that made up the various chambers of this unfamiliar place but finally, the pressure of the shadow on her back eased as she approached an arched door right at the end of the seemingly never ending hallway. She paused in front of it, unsure what to do until the shadow slid up her arm and along her neck, wrapping itself around her ear.
Go.
Elain swallowed, her gloved hand reaching out for the doorknob.
Subconsciously, she knew where that shadow had been guiding her. Knew that the neat, dark interior of this room was the perfect match for what she’d always imagined in those salacious dreams of hers.
She’d been ready to see him. Aching to see him. But to open the door and get her first glimpse of him… she hadn’t quite been ready for that.
Azriel was reclined in a leather chair behind his desk. The jacket he'd been wearing earlier had been discarded and left to drape on cabinet at the far end of the room. The first few buttons of his crisp white shirt was undone, providing a glimpse of the tantalising tattoos hidden underneath. He had one long leg folded over the over, one ankle resting on his knee. And on that knee, cradled by his large, scarred hand, sat a short glass of amber liquid that perfectly matched his honeyed eyes.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
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the smallest man who ever lived is about matty, so long london is about joe, shUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP. i hate it here is about me. that’s literally about me she wrote a song about me she wrote a song about ME. unarguably more important
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ALL I KNOW IS A PLACE I HAUNTED (Rooney Shepard, b. April 11th, 2042)
MOD LIST | SPOTIFY (Youtube links are included in the titles of the songs. Be warned; some of the music videos contain flashing lights.)
I. The Altar/Mary by Silverstein | II. Uneven Odds by Sleeping At Last | III. Are You Ready To Live? by Dream State | IV. Mars by Sleeping At Last | V. Soldier's Eyes by Jack Savoretti | VI. Memento Mori by Architects | VII. Too Close/Too Late by Spiritbox | VIII. Paranoid by I Prevail | IX. Running From My Shadow by Mike Shinoda feat. grandson | X. again&again by Against the Current feat. guardin | XI. Avalanche by Bring Me the Horizon | XII. Taxi Cab by Twenty One Pilots | XIII. Who We Are by Hozier | XIV. Give Me the Future by Bastille | XV. Jaded by Spiritbox | XVI. Curse by Architects | XVII. SENSITIVE by MOTHICA | XVIII. lullaby by Against the Current | XIX. I DON'T WANNA DO THIS ANYMORE by PVRIS | XX. Meteor by Architects | XXI. Life Less Frightening by Rise Against | XXII. Rinzler by Daft Punk | XXIII. A Long Way Down by Le Castle Vania | XXIV. Glow in the Dark by MOTHICA | XXV. The Anchor by Bastille | XXVI. Knights of Cydonia by Muse | XXVII. Kingslayer by Bring Me the Horizon feat. BABYMETAL | XXVIII. Already Over by Mike Shinoda | XXIX. Deep End by I Prevail | XXX. Landslide by Fleetwood Mac | XXXI. Two by Sleeping At Last | XXXII. Burning in the Skies by Linkin Park | XXXIII. Black Dog by SAMURAI | XXXIV. Contra la Luna by P.T. Adamczyk | XXXV. The Foundations of Decay by My Chemical Romance | XXXVI. Hereafter by Architects | XXXVII. The Game Has Changed by Daft Punk | XXXVIII. Wetwork by Le Castle Vania | XXXIX. So Much (For) Stardust by Fall Out Boy
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