WISH IT WAS ME
Oh just look at you now.
With your girl.
Why so sad now?
Did you miss your choice?
Cause I remember it all too well
Like it happened just yesterday
You said I was one of your favourite
I was some number in the line
You said I really caught your attention
just to tell me I was the most broken one
of all those girls.
I cried myself to sleep.
Yeah, I felt wounded.
Your knife cut me deep.
Took 2 years to feel a little unpolluted.
But my body remembers (it all to well)
As if it happened (just yesterday)
With those eyes, you're telling me
I was just one of those crazy
about you
You would just left me standing in the line
Building your future with the bestest
that wasn't me.
Now I see you wish it was me.
Your face is telling that you wish it was me.
Cause we're both fun, we're both crazy
So mad and broken but also sweet.
You wish it was me.
Just like I wished it was me.
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I wish more people could see how valuable it is to love with the soul, because that is why we came into the world: to love, to accept, and care for ourselves as we are. The human being, unfortunately, has an evil, and it is taking its toll, because, not accepting himself, he is not able to love himself; he wants to be different… other…, because he is not satisfied with what he was born with. And no, it is not a matter of being different, nor of making ourselves up or changing ourselves according to the irrational idea we carry in our heads; the one that has been born due to the lack of love towards our own nature. It is about looking at ourselves as a whole, with our defects and virtues, our strengths and weaknesses, accepting ourselves in our totality, because this is what gives us value before the world. Being unique makes us irreplaceable.
Ojalá más gente viera lo valioso que es amar con el alma, porque a eso hemos venido al mundo: a amarnos, a aceptarnos tal cual somos, a querernos y a cuidarnos. El ser humano, lamentablemente, tiene un mal, y le está cobrando factura, pues, al no aceptarse, no es capaz de amarse; quiere ser distinto… otro… diferente, porque no está satisfecho con lo que ha nacido. Y no, no se trata de ser otro ni de maquillarnos o cambiarnos de acuerdo a la idea irracional que cargamos en la cabeza; ésa que ha nacido por la falta de amor hacia nuestra propia naturaleza. Se trata de mirarnos completos, con nuestros defectos y virtudes, nuestras fortalezas y debilidades, aceptándonos en nuestra totalidad, porque esto es lo que nos da valor ante el mundo. Ser únicos nos hace irreemplazables.
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The thing with living toys is that they need belief to keep them alive. They need at least one person to believe they’re real and not just a toy. Everyone knows this. Right?
Well, at least Jimmy does. And as the sheriff of a town of very real humans, yes sir, very real, it is of the utmost importance that he believes. So, he does.
Jimmy believes. Jimmy believes with all his heart. He loves Tumble Town, it’s his home. He would do anything for them. So, if all it takes is at least one person to believe they’re all real then so be it; he’ll believe to hell and back.
All it takes is one person to believe.
Jimmy tends to avoid mirrors, and water streams, and windows, and lakes, and— Jimmy doesn’t look at himself too much is the point. It’s a habit he developed soon after becoming sheriff. He tells others, and himself, it’s because a good sheriff can’t be too concerned with his appearance, he has to focus on his town, his people. He tells others it’s because a good sheriff is humble and not self-absorbed. Deep down, Jimmy knows that’s not the truth; Jimmy knows why he avoids mirrors.
All it takes is one person to believe.
Issues aside, Jimmy’s proud of Tumble Town. He’s done a good job if he says so himself. Tumble Town is welcoming, warm. It may not be the biggest or the flashiest, or the richest, but it’s home. Its citizens are kind, understanding, and the best people a sheriff could ask for. Safe to say, he is pretty happy with the town he’s built, with the community he has created. The town is happy, they respect him, all the other rulers respect him. It’s great!
…well, all but one. That little god. Joel. Stratos. A splinter on Jimmy’s side. Constantly trying to launch him into the sky. Threatening to blow up The Liability. Building those stupid taunts around his area. Calling him a toy. He is not a toy ok! He is a very real person! Just like the rest of Tumble Town. Real people, led by a real person. He is not a toy. He is real! A real person! A real sheriff!
All it takes is one person to believe.
This time Joel had gone too far. Or maybe he didn’t, that’s what the town folk said, but Jimmy had just had enough. Calling him a toy is one thing. He could take all sorts of berating and taunting. Calling his citizens toys? Calling his town, a play set? that had crossed a line. The town folk, ever so kind, had told him it was ok, that it was only a matter of time until the town received the same treatment as it’s sheriff, that it wasn’t a big deal, but Jimmy wasn’t having it. Tumble Town was real, its citizens were real, the work they had all put in was real. It was real because Jimmy believed it was.
All it takes is one person to believe.
Overreaction or not, he didn’t care; either way he was making his way over to Stratos because he’d be dammed if he let Tumble Town suffer anymore.
“Joel!” Stratos was golden, too golden.
“Why hello there, sheriff, what brings you—"
“Oh please, enough pleasantries! I know it’s you making the stupid builds around Tumble Town!” Stratos was metallic, too metallic.
“What? Are you not happy to have more citizens around?”
“Joel, my citizens are not toys. I need you to stop. Right now.” Stratos was reflective, too reflective.
“Hey, toy citizens fit for a toy sheriff. Jim, listen if you’re still in denial I can recommend a good—” Stratos was too reflective for Jimmy’s liking.
“Stop! Stop! Stop it! Tumble Town is real, ok?” Stratos was too reflective, and that question was not aimed at Joel. “As real as they come,” Neither was that statement. “And I will not have you disrespecting my town or my citizens anymore. I tried to come here and talk things out, get you to stop in a civilized manner, but apparently you can’t be reasoned with. So, let me make this clear.” Fueled by nothing but anger and respect for his town, Jimmy walked forward, towards Joel. Hoping he looked at least somewhat intimidating; trying his hardest not to look at his reflection. “If you dare mess with Tumble Town again, I will not hesitate to take harsher action.” He flicked a flint and steel, as a warning. A final warning. “Good bye Joel.”
Jimmy turned to leave. Walking towards the edge, eyes on the ground to avoid the gold and polished quartz that coated the island.
“You’re a toy Jimmy, do what you want, you’re not a real threat.” Jimmy leapt off the side of Stratos, letting himself fall before opening his elytra. “So long, sheriff!”
Stratos has a waterfall. Stratos is too reflective, and Jimmy almost hit the ground.
All it takes is one person to believe.
Jimmy believes, no, Jimmy knows Stratos is the worst place on these lands. Just visiting makes him woozy. So bright, so golden, so reflective… its ruler doesn’t help it either. A god he says. If anyone is a poser here it’s him. Right? … right?
He’s spiraling again. It’s no big deal. He hates to admit it but Joel gets to him. It also doesn’t help that he caught a glimpse of his reflection and he clearly saw a— “no. No. No. No. Stop it, Jim! This is exactly what he wants! He’s messing with you. He’s a god for crying out loud! A pathetic one, but that doesn’t change the fact that he can probably do god magic... stuff... things. Right?” He looks at his deputy, attentively following his downwards spiral, despite the fact that none of this speech is aimed at him, “right? It was probably an illusion. He can probably do that. It was just an illusion… yeah.” Norman seems to agree, or, rather, he doesn’t seem to disagree. So, Jimmy settles. He settles for believing. He believes, wholeheartedly, that the string and loop that he saw coming out of his back is not there. He believes he is real. He has to believe he is real.
All it takes to keep the magic of Tumble Town alive is for one person to believe, and if that person, real person, has to be Jimmy, then hell be dammed; he’ll believe to Stratos and back.
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Bit scared to ask, but I keep seeing so many posts about how there's so much more fem!Tav/Gale content compared to queer content... do you have any recommendations? Because ppl on my dash work extra hard to put queer content out and whenever I go into the tag I only ever see queer content even though I prefer female Tav content myself ;; I thought since you also focus on fem!Tav content, maybe you'd have some blogs and stuff that you can name that have that kind of content consistently?
I am so honored that you felt comfortable asking me about this ^^ I do hope I answer your question in a way that is satisfactory to what you are looking for!
I have several amazing writer friends who have graciously allowed me to share their works on here. These people are truly talented so I know you will find some quality reads. Admittedly, I was at Job #1 this morning when I sent the reblog from @spellbooking so i wasn't in the headspace to even think about this as deeply as I would have liked so hopefully this will redeem my dismal excuse for helping earlier lol.
Now, some of these might not be Queer!Tav specifically, but I promise you, you will have plenty of queer-focused, gale-themed pairings with these authors. You won't be disappointed.
ALSO: These are varying degrees of SFW to NSFW. So, please explore any tags before indulging! **Minors DNI**
First up is from @wixed! You can find their master list here! This will keep you well-read for hours.
Next, we have @likethelightfromorionabove! You won't regret visiting their AO3. I PROMISE.
Of course, no list would be complete without the fabulous @nicocoer! Find them on Tumblr or on AO3!
This next one is another writing buddy of mine! Elf does such a great job, and I highly suggest you give their AO3 a visit! I'm in the middle of (slowly) getting through Pray For Me. Working 7 days a week makes it hard to get any good reading in unfortunately, but this one has a tab pinned at all times. Google hates me for it.
Now, if you want some Bladeweave or Oakweave, here's an AO3 for you from fiveforchibis!
Lastly, (but absolutely not least,) here is a fic that was shared with me that features a transmasc character, written by trans author, Wings_of_Night!
Of course, for anyone who has any recommendations of your own please share! Until then, I do hope you enjoy all of this delicious work!
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A un escritor se le admira por lo que escribe, a un hombre por lo que es, y jamás se les mezcla, porque mezclarlos es quitarles libertad, es someterlos a una idea, es castrarlos y negarlos; pues, el escritor es al arte como el hombre es al ser humano, y éste último comete errores de vida que no pueden ser editados.
A writer is admired for what he writes, a man for what he is, and never mix them, because to mix them is to take away their freedom, is to subject them to an idea, is to castrate and deny them; for, the writer is to art as man is to human being, and the latter commit life mistakes that cannot be edited.
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