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Playing Dishonored for the 187th time and how did I only just realize that Coldridge Prison is literally right fucking there. Within spitting distance from the palace.
How fucking awful must it have been while Corvo was in there? Knowing he was so fucking close to home, but also so fucking far.
My heart breaks for this man.
Even the water carries memory it cannot release.
It moves in circles, but some pieces are gone forever.
A fountain remembers every drop it ever held,
every drop recalls a summer that never came back.
Even sparkling water can ache.
Some beauty refuses to stay.
" Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down to eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover."
- Charles Bukowski / Kinky Friedman
State of *gestures at everything* below:
It’s bad.
It’s like really fucking bad.
It’s worse than when he won in 2016 because that was a “well the electoral college got him on that one!” And this….like he’s solidly won the popular vote. After everything. After EVERYthing. And I think that’s the worst part.
Hope and I…have a very weird relationship. And I’ve talked about that before. We don’t see each other a lot and when we do there isn’t a lot of trust in it.
I am trying very hard to hang onto hope during this, bc there is nothing else at this point that we have.
But he’s got the courts now. He’s got Congress now. He’s got proof that people will follow him despite all the shit he’s done. He can shoot a man on 5th avenue and face no consequences.
And I’m…I got no words. I have to believe we’ll get thru it again. I have to. Because drowning in it isn’t gonna help much of anyone. And we owe it to ourselves and the people in our communities that are endangered to persist and show up for them.
But fuck man. It’s really fucking bad.
I know it’s not much. But if it helps I love you. Stay off twitter and tiktok. I am wishing you comfort. And…that’s all we can do is comfort each other.
March of "The Faithful"
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when summer lasts until september.
You think I am here with you.
But I am not.
I always forget that I am here.
Right now, I see that I am here.
Taking to you, walking with you.
Laughing with you,
The usual stuffs.
But I am not.
I am somehere else.
In the books I have read.
In the songs I have listen.
In the dramas I have watched.
In the thousand stories I have imagined in my head.
I am so far away.
In places further than the galaxy.
I am not here.
I was never here.
I headcannon Jason Todd as kinda small, but REALLY good at hiding it.
Don't get me wrong, he's very intimidating, but between lifts and boots that could be very well disguised platforms, he should be a little smaller than Dick.
Between how he holds himself and a little bit of padding in JUST the right places, you could absolutely be convinced he's the biggest Bat, or in equal standing with Bruce, BUT; take all that off and he's just a little guy.
He steals Dick's clothes, is comfortably roomy in a stolen sweatshirt, and looks almost painfully small if he's ever hurt enough to be carried or held. Take away the posturing, and he could be in the running with Tim for the smallest male bat once everyone is fully grown.
