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[unapologeticallygay]

Palestinian lesbian wedding. May 2022. by R U Okay. (source)

[culkinzzz]

rory culkin in lords of chaos (2018)

[lucydixon]

The Healer has the Bloodiest Hands

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Summary: You find Pelle trying to clean his bloodstained carpet

Warning: Angst, Self Harm, Blood, Whump Piece

This is Day 7 of my March of Pain writing challenge, where I post a whump piece inspired by a list of prompts every day. Prompt: Bloodstains WC: 459 Words

You'd barely made it two steps into Pelle's room before the smell of copper hit you.

He was on his hands and knees, hunched over the ratty carpet with a coarse haired brush in one hand and a spray bottle in the other. He froze when he heard the sharp intake of breath fall from your lips.

"Hjärtat" He breathed, wide eyes full of guilt "You weren't supposed to see."

"If I don't see, it hasn't happened?" You frowned and swallowed hard. "Is that what you think?"

"I didn't want to worry you." Pelle muttered softly "It's just a little bit. I'm cleaning it."

"I'm always worried." Your smile was pained. Wobbly. "what happened, my love?"

He shrugged, eyes darting down to the bloodstained carpet as his brows pulled together slightly. As if he really didn't know what had happened.

It wasn't outside the relm of possibility.

Sometimes, you found Pelle with fresh wounds and a vacant look on his face. It was easier to get him cleaned up when he got like that. Your tears could run freely without worrying about making him feel bad. That was never the point. You just wished he didn't feel the need to drag a blade over his skin.

It was an old song and dance between the two of you. You'd find him bloodied and clean him up. He'd let you. Weave his bony figers between yours when you were finished and brush his thumb over your knuckles as some kind of apology.

He'd told you once that there were shadows in his blood. That they'd sing to him if he set them free and spill secrets just for him. It was hard to be angry after that.

There was no part of Pelle that would ever want you to be afraid. He didn't mean to terrify you on stage with broken glass cradled in his hands. Didn't mean to make you cry when he went a little too deep and then refused to go to the hospital after.

He'd bleed for anything if it held him the right way.

You couldn't blame him for that. Not really. You'd known what you'd signed up for when you started hanging around him. Knew what hid beneath his sleeves long before you coaxed them up his arms and helped him shrug off his shirt before bed.

Pelle was quietly ill and in no way ready to adress it.

So, all you could do once you'd' gotten over the intial shock was roll up your own sleeves and settle next to him on the stained carpet. Help, and be glad that he was letting you. Bear the weight of his body leaning into yours. A quiet reassurance that he was there.

Warm and alive.

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[mafleur]

我们短暂而诗意的黎明 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨⁰¹ ✿

𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗌          (...)          ❛❛          𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗎𝗌.

𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐚 도술, 오전 𝟢𝟥:𝟥𝟪 ( 𝙼𝙲𝙼𝚇𝙲𝚅𝙸𝙸. )

свечи,    𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗇    𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖺,    𝖷𝖵𝖨.    замок.⠀

হতে    𝄒    ♥︎    𝗏𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌    𝗇𝖺    𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺̃𝗈,    𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐬.

𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇,⠀⠀⠀⠀或者:⠀⠀⠀⠀𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚃.

“o 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐨, com suas torres escuras e ameias sombrias, erguia───se como um guardião solitário no horizonte tempestuoso.”

你塞西尔眼中的这首诗 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨⁰² ✿

𝗉𝗋𝖾́𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾        ⋅          ♱          ⋅        𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋.

𝗍,⠀ 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍.  ⠀ ／⠀   レポート⠀    𝄒⠀   𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗌

𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖽𝖺 ㅤ 月亮⁹¹ㅤㅤㅤ𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐨 ㅤㅤ𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐨.

𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾̄𝗌𝗌        ♥︎        𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗅        ／        日本

𝗍𝗁𝖾    𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽    𝗈𝖿    𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐭𝐡,    𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅    𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗌.

[im4yeons]

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[horseproductions]

mere PAGES into the first chapter of LoC/rand pov and he is thinking of things moiraine has told him, yes girl haunt him and the narrative. beat so hard at the ground of your grave you make the living quake

[scarletkaoru]

Rand’ relationship with the Maidens means the absolute world to me

when somara offers him a coat cuz he might get cold even though its like 100 degrees outside (classic mom energy)

the way they arent scared of him and constantly follow him around to defend him, the way they still joke around with him and about him even after mat and egwene and the others start putting awkward distance between themselves and rand

the fact that they all love him because hes their brother or nephew or cousin by an adopted relationship of sisterhood, and follow him because of who he is outside of the dragon reborn

How rand wants them all safe, because he cares about them too, but he cant keep them from fighting and dying because sacrificing who they are for safety would destroy them