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SPOTIFY WRAPPED 2021

Hello My Old Heart - The Oh Hellos

"DON'T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE!"

WX grabbed and pulled back on Wilson's retreating hand without even realizing it.

They're quite stuck. They knew the risk of the caves during the summer, especially with the volatile antlion throwing tantrums every few days. Before, they just moved out of the way of the pile of boulders, but they had been a bit too careless. They were sluggish moving out of the way, and now they're trapped.

Luckily for them, only their legs were pinned down and crushed, as opposed to their entire body. They can't shove the rocks off of themselves-- they're too heavy.

They know Wilson is just going to leave for a second, come back with help, get the boulders off and carry them out...

But when all they have is a fading lantern flickering on the ground next to them, they fear the darkness will come to claim them, anyway. So they just need that refilled. That's all they need, right?

But there's a sinking feeling when they think about being all alone in general. They shouldn't, though. They're normally alone, even in difficult situations. It... feels different in such a crisis as this one. A lot of repressed emotions stir up, and the bot's thoughts can't settle down. When on a brink of death, how can they settle?

They look up to Wilson, straining their upper body to keep holding on. He seems to understand their pleading, even through hollow eyes. He kneels down, lowering WX into a resting position. He sets down his own lantern, which is stronger then WX's, and shuts that one off to save it.

They're... relieved, to say the least. Wilson slowly releases their hand and WX lets it fall out.

He walks around them, looking at the boulders holding them down. It's not long before he attempts to lift one of the things.

WX winces as new pressure is applied to different spots of their ruined legs, but Wilson doesn't stop. They know he can't, unless he wants to put them in an even worse position.

The rock is moved, not by much, but enough to free one of WX's legs. The scientist is quick to pull off the next rock, now a bit more confident that he can.

When the rocks are off, WX pulls themselves forward, taking their ruined legs away from the mess. Wilson seems ready to grab them off the ground right there. The bot knew they were lightweight, but had the scientist always been so strong?

"SIGH," WX says, looking away from Wilson with vague grumpiness as they're lifted up. Their flurry of sudden, impulsive emotion was completely uncalled for. They have to remedy it with their usual demeanor until this incident is (hopefully) forgotten about.

[rosmcrinus]

Although somewhat abrupt, she leveled Yurie carefully as to avoid worsening the injury but they needed to move and move quickly. Without a second thought, she hoisted her up within the hold of her arms with an overt ease and hardly thereafter.

"Get situated, it isn't wise to move you like this but we can't stay here either. Not when your leg is like that..."

(SEE.)

☾* ░    She had been stubborn, insisting she could walk - yet the pain prevented her from standing up - judging by the pain, she couldn't swear the leg was even there. Surprising, how a gash from a trap could take her down like that. Being someone who used to do the heavy work in the ward, being carried wasn't something she was used to. Leave me behind, and run. She wanted to be tough, say those words. Trying to treat her, and now move her was a risk to both her and the doctor. But she didn't want to be left behind. She was afraid. And in Helena's arms, she felt comfort. The scent, the warmth attached to the clothes, tightness of an embrace around her. And over all of that, she had trusted her posthumous remains in her hands. Why shouldn't she trust her life? ❝ — ...Are you sure you can manage, doctor. ❞ || @derjaegermond

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famous first lines of poetry BOLD the ones that apply to your muse. ( repost / don’t reblog )

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked  // tyger tyger, burning bright  // i have done it again.  // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night.  // let us go then, you and i, //  april is the cruelest month,  //  pretty women wonder where my secret lies.  //  there is a place where the sidewalk ends  // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, //  whose woods these are i think i know  // let us twain walk aside from the rest;//  once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary,  //  i taught myself to live simply and wisely //  it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud  // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ?  //  o my luve is like a red, red rose  //  o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;  //  out of the night that covers me, //  it was many and many a year ago,  // you may write me down in history  // do not stand at my grave and weep  //  some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.  //  hope is the thing with feathers  // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,  //  no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, //  i met a traveller from an antique land  //  ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves  //  this is thy hour o soul,  //  when we wear the mask that grins and lies,  //  death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion.  //  laugh, and the world laughs with you;  // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; //  to see a world in a grain of sand  //  is there anybody there? said the traveller //  nobody heard him, the dead man, //  that crazed girl improving her music.  // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high //  when you are old and grey and full of sleep, //  in flanders’ fields the poppies blow  //  i thought of you and how you love this beauty //  life, believe, is not a dream  //  it may be misery not to sing at all,  //  if starry space no limit knows  // come live with me and be my love,  //  had we but world enough and time,  //  my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense //  bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art– //  thou still unravish’d bride of quietness  //  how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach ! //  my dear, my dear, i know  //  in visions of the dark night //  shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break //  she walks in beauty,  // i had a dream, which was not all a dream. //  he clasps the crag with crooked hands.

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but what if i ... changed my url..... to withoutpeer