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I wasn’t gonna share this here yet until the last episode came out, but because I’m generous, and because I want to rant about verity, you guys are getting it early so in my art, I took that stifle controlled feeling that I feel like that mob felt and tried to incorporate that as much as possible into my art by making him seem like he can’t do anything without the fear of getting killed :3
Time to give Tenzin your nightmares? You know, for funsies. Bro can chew on knives because you love him ❤️
Fuck it. Tenzin gets my nightmare fic.
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Tuesday, January 21, 2025, 11:24 PM
I’m so tired. I need to not exist for a little bit. Stop moving. Stop hearing. Stop breathing. Stop thinking.
I don’t have a job. I have no money. My bills are behind. I’m lying to him. Papa hurt Grandma. Grandma needs help. Health insurance. Disability. Paid leave. Union rep. Grandma cries almost every day. Uncle is doing drugs. With my mom. And Auntie. The kids have no food except at Grandma's house. He has a girlfriend with three small children. Including a young girl. Repeating. Repeating. Repeating. My brother is friends with him. My brother is a loser. My brother used to be my best friend. Great-grandma belongs in a home. The other brother is complicated. The foster parent. I hate her. My sister needs someone to save her. I’m supposed to be that savior. She needs me. I need her. I can’t have her. Everyone needs me. But I’m not the savior I used to be. I’m powerless. I’m in the way. I’m messy. I’m tired, and my hands are tied. I have empty promises. No haven. No funds. No strength. I need a savior. Someone help me.
It never ends. If I sit still as death, feeling my heart beating and my shoulders breathing, while staring at nothing, it doesn’t end. Everything keeps moving. Another piece. Another fight. Another call. Another word. Another sound. Another labored breath. Another thought. Another tingle in my guts. Another try staring at the pans on the wall to make the world stop moving. More breathing. More sounds. No control.
No control.
'Women have so little control over their future . . . '
Mary Balogh, from Tangled
At first you think that your actions are propelling your little boat along at such speed; then you realize that the speed, the propulsion, has nothing to do with you. It is something happening to you.
Joyce Carol Oates, from The Falls
what if..... tassos...... was a werewolf
Lack of Control and Finding Your Path Again: Black Widow
"You took my childhood. You took my choices. But you're never going to do that to anybody ever again." ~Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff to General Dreykov
Written By: Lauren Long Date Published: June 14, 2024 Photo by Lina Kivaka on Pexels.com “It’s important for us to understand in this film how this family has shaped the person that Natasha became. Why she is so guarded and why she wears many faces and puts on the mask. She’s been deeply hurt by the people who meant the most to her, and the result is kind of what you see is what you get.”…
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Well that sucked.
