#because sadness

[roselirry]

prophecy (the story of edan)  

“Can you please show us your ability?” One of them spoke gently. Matronly.

“My….” She knew better than to know what they were talking about. Reading one too many books about hiding powers. Wearing glasses to cover up the secrets. “What ability?”

“The fire.” Her father spoke. “Show us your fire.”

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[cowboylikeliz]

everyone be quiet and listen to this and think about richie tozier. please.

[fortiitudes-blog]

          hypothetically speaking, if the twins actually had to go through with the merge, i think josie would ultimately win -- lizzie is the more dominant twin but she’s more reckless and has less control, whereas josie seems to be more in control of her syphoning power and knows the ins and outs of what she can and can’t do, so if i had my money on one of them it would be my bby jojo and i think she would know this fact and keep it to herself if the truth was ever revealed to them, though i have the feeling that lizzie would just expect that she would win because she seems to expect herself to come out on top of everything... from what i’ve seen thus far, that is...

[iamhermione]

Person: how are you today?

Me who is constantly depressed with severe anxiety: ever been the sole person on a large beach in the middle of winter

[twisted-twins-of-terror]

Open starter; Out at Sea

Spindle had searched for decades, for centuries, for most of his long life, for another creature like himself. For another siren who's voice could kill and lure in unsuspecting victims. He never found anyone, not once. Not even his own offspring carried on his genes. He'd gone through plenty of mates trying for so long, had even coupled with a few ancient mers in a desperate hope, but not one yielded his desired results. In conclusion....he was, had to be, was surely the very last siren Cybertron would ever see. It only stung at first. Then the knowledge weighed down on him. Then it ached like an old wound. And then the pain and dismay came, and it all crashed down on him. And Spindle, terror of the sea, destroyer of lives and boats, sea monster of legends and folk songs.....wept. He wailed and keened and sobbed his loss, and when he was too tired to do that... He sang, of his sorrow, his loneliness, of the knowledge that he was the last o his kind, the very last siren. Other mers came close to listen, and an ancient, somewhere far below the rock on which the distraught siren lay, added their voice to his song. When Spindle's throat was sore, and his voice hoarse, he went to the nearest shore and curled up beneath the remains of a shipwrecked fishing boat. There he wallowed in his misery on the wet sand, crying for the loss of an entire culture, an entire species, for the loss of the loveliest voices and the once proud sirens.

[thesmolhyperion--archived-blog]

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Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT

[TXT] Rhys I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something for a long time...

He never finished it because he deletes it every time he starts to type it

[meilileile]

it turns out explaining to your friends why your heart’s been breaking the past few months is an extremely exhausting process