Airhead

Continuously throwing myself into a Lake She/Her Just a Warlus in a Trench-coat

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just realised you need to do an intro piece for this website so;;;

I’m somewhere in my 20’s hanging onto life with a thread, a sewing kit and my love for women. she/her, desperately single, chaotic independent.

if I had to choose one of my fav things in life I would choose windmills and the colour pink/blue. I’m here to spew my thoughts without repercussions and watch the world burn. trying to write something, might post updates, might not. depends on my characters will to be written. also, if you recognise me, no you didn’t. I’m a walrus in a trench coat and you cannot prove otherwise.

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…Jason Todd as Mulan and Roy Harper as Shang. I said what I said.

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Aurora/Maleficent Batman AU

why do I keep coming up with these. anyways, this one is a little bit more fleshed out:

imagine Bruce as Maleficent and Talia as Stefan with Ra’s being the dead king lmao.

sooo, the main theme is that Bruce and Talia aware jilted exes and every other mc are his kids.

starting from the beginning, Talia, as Ra’s daughter (not his firstborn so she wouldn’t have any rights to his throne anyways, probably his bastard and not acknowledged which is why she was “born in a barn” — maybe found in a barn instead? and when she finds out she’s his daughter she would do anything for the riches and what she thinks is right.) would sneak into the Moors as she’s, naturally, rebellious and anything Ra’s doesn’t like is something she could use against him. there she meets Bruce, as Maleficent, and they would fall in love.

imagine conversations under the stars on how, if Talia has the throne, they could bring the kingdoms to peace and rule together over both. unite the lands and all that. then, as they grow older, Talia becomes more focused on defeating her father and earning the crown. She spends less time with Bruce and more time in the capital trying to arrange her coup. This blinds her and when Ra’s, after fighter with Bruce and being defeated, ordered for Bruce’s execution and offered the crown as their prize, she knew she couldn’t pass the opportunity.

instead of confiding in Bruce, she arranged a meeting where, as Bruce was still blinded by his love for her, she cut off his wings (bat wings pls and thank you). this resulted in Bruce starting his vigilante agenda (imagine him more like how he acted after Jason’s death in the comics, so very violent but still striving for justice) and turning the crow - which would be a Robin in this au, into a human child (Dick). now, with Dick in tow, and with how revenge thirsty Dick was in his early chapters, I imagine an unhinged Batman and Robin taking to defending the Moors in violent ways. then he gets news that Talia has a child. which is Damian. in the resulting emotional turmoil he curses him, not realising after afterward how bad his action was. Talia sent Dames again to live with the three fairy godmothers, which would be Jason, Cass and Tim. now here is where it really differs from the movie. Bruce, in his guilt, goes to watch over Damian and try to undo the curse, when he realises Talia sent Damian to live with three other children. they are fairies (Jason, Cass and Tim) so they had disguised themselves as adults to bless Damian… which backfired in the end. how were they supposed to know they’d get shackled by the Queen into taking care of a child.

now Bruce, guilty as fuck and seeing four children left unguarded in the woods, sends Dick to feed them (which gave him a heart attack when he first realised they didn’t know how to cook or make food), and making sure they’re clothed and protected. before he realises it he’s attached, Dick’s calling them his siblings, and they absolutely know he is there even though they have yet to speak. he felt unworthy to speak with them as he was the one to curse Damian. this goes on for years, Bruce slowly letting his guard down and meeting them, Jason, Cass and Tim were too young when the blessing happened to remember what Bruce sounded like (he was dressed in his Batman gear when he cursed Damian)... unfortunately Damian still finds out about the curse. Bruce is heartbroken, watching his kids run away as they felt betrayed by his actions, and Bruce, with his terrible inability to communicate clearly didn’t stop them.

yada yada ya da, after some good old fashioned arguing with Dick, Bruce, determined, decides to try and break the curse again. as they race to the castle Bruce feels Damian succumb to the curse. he breaks down but Dick pushes onwards, wanting to see his brother one last time. they get to the castle, break in, and see Jason, Cass and Tim by Damian’s bedside. they argue, Bruce cries and hugs everyone.

they hear the angered rallies of Talia’s army getting ready to storm the Moors to kill Bruce. decide to say one last goodbye to Damian… naturally Bruce’s tears waken him. and then they go on to have a showdown in the castles throne room and the rest of the au would stay the same as the movie with Talia dying and Bruce (and his kids) head back to the Moors.

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SwanQueen Batman AU

I wish someone would write a SwanQueen au with Jason Todd/Roy Harper fic. Jason as Regina/The Evil Queen, Roy as Emma and Lian as Henry. It would be so chaotic.

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compliments // please stay 

19 April 25

you looked just like—  

golden blossoms blooming under starry nights

where the sun met the night to say hello 

trying its best not to set 

to not say goodbye just yet 

you looked just like— 

don’t call me and say it’s over 

it’s comical 

how fast I could see this coming 

miles away looked further 

than you wished it was 

I thought we would last longer 

but I’m out of my mind 

trying to hold you here 

you looked just like— 

you looked like strawberries in springtime 

butterfly fresh and smelling of roses 

innocently blooming in a garden overgrown 

you looked just like— 

don’t tell me our love disappeared

just because the clock stuck midnight 

we weren’t meant to get lost 

you made it this way 

I get that now 

I got that then 

I saw it coming from miles away 

when you went in that meadow 

letting go with each step 

your eyes losing the glow 

that you used to hold for me 

I can see you getting lethargic 

trying to stay mindful 

when all you want is to sleep 

you look just like— 

you’re the midnight skies starry dreams 

the wish people build observatories on

my loving sweet mistake 

you look just like— 

I would never taste as good as you 

for the feel of your skin 

burns itself into my night 

keeping myself alive 

you shed the light 

oh don’t cut yourself off 

it’s easy to get lost  when forgetting is all you’ve done 

a debt you think you need to pay 

yet my due was loving you 

blurry eyed 

I knew you’d leave 

the moment you said hi 

you looked just like— 

sun kissed hair with a wild smile 

I knew you’d leave 

you look just like—

a midnight summers dream 

the moment you said hi 

you look just like— 

the mistake I’d be yearning for the rest of my life 

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hunger pains 

19 April 25 

stuffing the bread into my mouth 

like it’ll stop me from asking 

hey, hi, how’ve you been 

I’ve been feeding on scraps from my bedroom 

hiding it away from your prying eyes 

hoping to get through it all 

before I’m sitting on the bathroom floor 

tried to keep myself safe 

now I’m shaking over the toilet seat  

hey, hi, how’ve you been 

you didn’t even seem fazed 

when we spoke like it was the first time  

why were your hands so still 

when you took a handful of chips 

you didn’t even hesitate to eat your fill 

you’ve changed a bit 

or maybe I took on everything you broke 

hey, hi, how’ve you been 

I’ve been getting hunger pains 

since we’ve said our goodbyes 

now it’s getting worse  the longer I sit across from you

feeling everything I lack 

I can’t help but be a little jaded 

when all I remember is the bathroom floor 

hey, hi, how’ve you been 

how’s your appetite 

I see you’re eating again 

oh no, don’t mind me 

I’m eating bread 

like you did back then 

hey, hi, how’ve you been 

don’t you remember the months

of toast and avocado and nothing else? 

of empty parking lots and bathroom floors? 

I can’t bring myself to forget it all 

like you’ve seemingly done this past year 

hey, hi, how’ve you been 

I see you’re eating again 

wish I hadn’t done it 

taken the weakness from your bones

sucked it right from your pores 

made it apart of myself 

till all I could hear is your voice 

hey, hi, how’ve you been 

I see you’re eating again 

left some crumbs on the floorboards 

with seats too heavy to leave 

even as the itch burns my throat 

why aren’t you asking about the bread? 

I can’t bring myself to say it first 

hey, hi, how’ve you been 

I see you’re eating again 

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Sometimes I forget I’m an adult and have my own money. Like what do you mean I can buy that weird guitar lamp on Facebook marketplace???

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I low-key want to start watching everything in the DCU but I don’t have the patience for it. Anybody have a discord I could join to peer pressure myself into watching it all?

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When I say ‘show me women yearning’ I do not mean the way a woman looks for love in an idea of someone who writes letters but never takes action. I want woman yearning of her persecution with her hearts full desire, the absolution of herself for a want of an unsafe whisper. I want her to wallow in its hopelessness and her unforgivable self, for if it’s forgivable is it really worth yearning for?

I mean yearning as if the world is on fire and she’s the one setting the blaze just to see the way the light effects the colour of your hair. I want yearning passionately and deeply, as if it’s the only thing your soul was capable of doing because it was put on this earth for a reason and why would that reason not to be to worship you? I do not want yearning if it’s to fall for someone without disregard. I do not want yearning if she’s able to reach out to the object of her desires for a simple touch of its divinity and not force herself to be quiet because she’s afraid if she’s loud she’s lose the possibility.

I want yearning of a woman who can only live if she sees your eyes in her dreams, in her waking thoughts and her heavenly desires. I want women yearning as if she is deprived of life itself when she does not hear your voice or a simple hello. I want women yearning, simply and sincerely, for friends, for lovers, for strangers who’d only touch their lives for a spark but leave them with a light that would never dim.

I want women to yearn, for possibilities of heaven and earth and all that was created to be loved and to be seen. I want women yearning so deeply that without a rope they’d be lost at sea for it’s too much to be gathered in the palm of a hand that is not yours to hold. I want women who were created to yearn to shout that yearning from the top of a cliff to a whisper by a fireplace in the ears of the ones they were made to love.

We were made to yearn and sometimes when I look at you I get breathless for all the priceless art that will be created by the fingertips of your hands for the ones you’ll come to love. I yearn for the unconditional and endless affection that comes by your soul for it’s purpose was to show us artists how to put pen to paper and write a poem.

For I can’t wait to watch you fall in love and write and sing and perform miracles for women in love can do anything and you’re already marvellous. I yearn to be selfish and ask for you to fall in love with me but I know I’m not the jealous kind and I know I’m not the person you deserve in your fantasies or lives in them shamelessly. For I’m a woman.

For I’m a woman who’ll be able to sit quietly and watch with abated breath as you live your life to your uttermost importance even if that’s without me. I want you to know that yearning is what I was made to do and I’ll yearn for you whether you want me back or not. I want women to yearn because sometimes it’s the only thing I think I’ve done right in my life and I don’t want that to scare you.

When I say ‘show me women yearning’ I do not mean the simple art of song or dance, I mean the embers that slowly kills the coal in the fire pit as the sky grows dark and people are forced to cuddle for warmth because it’s brilliance strips even us to flesh and bone. When I say ‘show me women yearning’ I mean to show a picture of you and I for I would not know yearning if it was not for you. 

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I need a singer partner to sing my poems pls

this is called: My Soliloquy

My names always been a soliloquy on your lips 

A hitch in your breath as I’m taken apart 

Worship on a Sunday never looked as good 

As for when I’m crying in your arms 

Come and let me take you to bed 

For 

I dream of us in the dark of night  

Intertwined beneath my bedsheets

Breathless, held tight 

It’s driving me insane 

Knowing the taste of you in my head but not on my tongue

What if your hand slipped under my dress tonight  

And I’m screaming your name with you between my thighs 

Give me pleasure, bring me to tears 

Oh if only this was real life 

For

I’m kneeling on my carpet, my hands clasped tight 

Sending a prayer for you in my thoughts

Don’t stop, get me hot  

Give me more, let me taste 

For 

Your lipgloss would look so good messed up 

So if mine matches yours in colour

I’d know I’ve done it right 

Come on, come forth

Send me a thought 

Take me higher 

Visit me in my dreams 

Lay me in mystery 

You have my consent 

Give me no mercy  

Come on, come forth

It’s killing me knowing you’re out there looking right 

Knowing the taste of you in my head but not on my tongue

What if your hand slipped under my dress tonight 

And I’m screaming your name with you between my thighs 

Give me pleasure, bring me to tears 

Oh if only this was real life 

We’re a crash landing 

One I’m willing to go down 

So let’s go down together 

My soliloquy 

My religion 

My names always belonged on your tongue 

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Jason Todd; the king of: doing good disguised as harm because the only love he’s ever received hurt

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(For) I desire

21 Jan 25

I desire you 

simply and sincerely 

your touch, your mind, your thoughts 

for as long as my heart beats  

it’ll be but an echo of yours 

for the love I swallow every day 

is slowly drowning me out 

for I can’t help but choke it down 

it’s left me scared 

for I’d be left with nothing 

if you’d let me love you with my everything 

I desire you 

simply and sincerely 

you’re forever for me 

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god given body

I thought I heard the holy chorus 

but it was only your mothers voice 

telling us to run

only I was addicted 

strung dry on your taste  

the taste of your perfume on my tongue 

divine sin for my hungry palate 

don’t stop, give me another go 

run your hands right down my sides 

let me take a bite

and feast on a god given soul  

your eyes beckon me into your palace 

the holy scripture read before my rights 

a warning or a making 

I didn’t read the signs left behind 

by posters made by pastors misunderstanding  

for I belong on your tongue 

given life by the wine you pour down my throat 

I’ve never know anything quite this holy 

for heavens in reach when you touch me 

let me take a bite 

and feast on a god given body 

you’re sculptured by hands untouched 

purity and divinity 

enclasped in my palms 

come closer love

let me take that bite

and feast on a god given body

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flowers

 19 Jan 25

flowers are dying in their vases

you’ve left them for too long 

the plants are dying; dehydrated

the sun too far from them now 

you were so sure

moved away without a doubt 

raced through the city 

lost in a haze, losing hours 

you said; ‘don’t take it to heart’ 

‘water the flowers and keep them alive

I’ll be back before the sunset 

don’t you worry about it’ 

I know you better 

these plants were never made for lasting 

you drank from its roots 

and held nothing back 

gone off on your own 

you’ve started planting your seeds 

watering them with care  

come home, I said, our flowers are dying 

everything was way too good 

it all happened too fast 

nothing we made was built to last 

dehydrated, misplaced 

you made us for dying 

our flowers are dying in their vases

you’ve left them for too long 

we are dying, dehydrated 

you’re too far from me now 

my words don’t reach you 

nothing said for nothings gained 

everything worthwhile was left behind 

our plants were left behind 

you’ve erased our flowers from your mind 

gone to the city for something new 

a better sun, a better life 

I just wanted all of you 

for 

if not for forever, why did you ever come 

I’m left with empty vases 

erased from your mind 

for a city you’ll never survive 

my watering can is broken 

the plants are dead in their vases 

why did I ever try to save us 

when your seeds have already started growing 

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a poem about a woman;;;

whisper to me a woman 

her voice as soft as a willow blown

singing to me my lullaby 

about youthful beauty and sugar-sweet dreams 

she’ll sing to me a song 

to tell me it’ll be alright 

where the moon may come 

but we’ll stay strong 

for within her arms 

she’d hold me close 

calling me under 

where my head is shielded by her heart 

so my neck is protected for her love  

where her eyes are kind 

and her hands hold me so 

it’s warmth would blow away the cold 

whisper to me a woman 

who’ll give me her whole heart 

upon which my unfortunate soul 

may find rest 

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girlhood is when you impulsively cut your own bangs through the influence of social media, some advice and well meaning — but wtf I have no experience why do I need to cut in a diagonal line — friends.

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just did a ‘how gay are you quiz’ and got ‘you might be gay’. like bitch, was it not obvious??