When I asked my roommates
if they could ever hear us having sex
they said no, not really
what they mostly heard was laughter
creaking through the floorboards
like the heat kicking on
our love warming
this four bedroom apartment
from the inside out
I almost didn’t know what to make of that
it sort of stunned me
into an endless loop of memories
so soft they nearly crushed me
and in retrospect it makes
nothing if not perfect sense
I guess I just didn’t realize
how beautiful we were
until we were nothing more
than an echo
0The earth is covered in red. Not from the love of humanity, but from the blood of hatred we spilled between us. With what audacity do we think that those sacred lands belong to us?. Before we came, paradise was here. We have turned this planet into a battle field and we are murderers and perpetrators. We watch the world bleed and wonder the cause of our destruction. We bought hell with us from the depths of the universe. This will be our self destruction. We are the chaos. Inanimate creatures that touch innocence for their selfishness. I’m not surprised that we always need armor or a sword to fight. We could never fight with our own hands. That is why as beings we chase love, because deep inside we created love as a sign of hope.
1Insupperable
I used to lay myself, like a meal for you
Gave it to you on a plate
You could have eaten
And said, thanks,
But you’d just ask me what it tasted like…
As if I were not done, before I served it
I vow, no more,
These deliberate desserts
And reserving all the finest cuts
And making sure
There was no lick of poison
In the parts
I gave
To you
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Maureen Armstrong @haikkun
3I shared stuff with you that I had never said out loud before. But because they weren’t obvious big crazy things you didn’t notice
15I just finished outlining the rest of the Dark!Mando series and I hope y'all are ready for some angst
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Well I was going to wait until after the new year to start this, but I was writing it in my head last night. This is an orphaned work by MoNigheanDonn1743 call The Diary AO3. I am going to try to rework the story. I have tried several times to contact the author with no answer. As always, I try to be true to the art. If you any question, please contact me directly. @ladymeraud
Jamie Fraser sits in his Paris office and rereads the letter from his lawyer, Ned Gowan.
“Dear Jamie,
I am pleased to tell you that you have inherited an estate in Scotland. At the death of your relative, William Murray. Please contact me for details. “
Scotland is his ancestral home but his family has been in France as long as he can remember. They run Fraser Spirits, a company helped started by the original Jamie Fraser. He needs a change, a way to get away from the stress of his job. This may be the perfect opportunity. So thinking, he rings his da.
“The Murray’s are related to us on the original Jamie’s sisters side. She became a Murray after marriage. Ian Murray was her husband,” his dad is saying, in response to his asking how they were related to the Murrays. “They inherited Lallybroch through her son, wee Jamie when Jamie signed it over to them, in the middle of the Raising. You know Jamie and his bride traveled to France, well, when they did, they never spoke to the Murrays side again. I am surprised they tracked you down. Will you go see her?”
“I believe so. You know I need away from the stress.” In his early thirties, he already has a inherited heart condition, Aerial Flutter. It isn’t serious unless he does to much, and lately he has been. All the males in his family had it. It is believed to have killed their founder, despite his wife being a bawl healer. Maybe Edinburgh is the change he needs.
His job is important. As he has a gift for languages, knowing, Gaelic, French, Spanish, Germany, and he is slowly learning Arabic and Hebrew, he was in wide demand in their international company.
“I do. Willie can take over your position for awhile. Come over after church Sunday and we will talk about it.”
“Aye da.”
Edinburgh
Claire Beauchamp is just returning to the position in the A&E of Ragimore hospital. She had been off to attend the wedding of her mate, Sandy Ellis. She had married an uptight professor from Oxford. Not Claire’s type but she was happy.
A few hours in, she is called to a patient in heart distress. She hurries to the trolley to find a tall red headed man.
3“Nobody is ever broken beyond repair.”
“That sounds like something someone says when they’ve never been slammed in the face by 32 surface-air missiles.”
8The Mandalorian (Din Djarin)
word count: 640 (gif by @bestintheparsec)
warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 14 (EPISODE 2.6) BENEATH THE CUT ; Angst, Emotions
a/n: no Reader in this one. i really just wanted to focus on Din’s reaction and emotional responses to that. thanks for reading!
38If God laid a curse on woman, I think the devil did too. Love, is a woman’s curse. Before there is the right man, there is the wrong one. He can break her heart over and over, but she will always see him as an angel. It’s up to her whether she will break the spell and leave. But some can’t, and never make it out. She doesn’t see her worth because she’s fallen under this spell. She’s powerless, but she’s never felt more alive. And she can leave, but he will find her. He will tempt her, knowing the sparks in her heart he planted. Everyone can see how wrong he is except her. He places a veil over your head, hoping you’ll walk down the aisle toward him, toward your death. I’ve seen it time and time again. And the curse has found me too. But I will resist. I will resist.
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its been awhile @flashfictionfridayofficial!
Nevan has spent his life giving to others, keeping the peace and being amiable. This story is about him confronting his husband about his affair.
CW: Arguing
Taglist: @crystallized-ink @spamaramakins @theprincessoffrost
Wordcount: 308
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Something was wrong.
Brin could feel it in the air from the end of the walkway that led to his front door. The house was dark with only one light coming from the upstairs window; the bedroom he shared with his husband. The oppressive feeling intensified when he stepped inside; the house as silent as a grave.
6Where once there was a heart,
Now there is a sword.Where once there was a wing,
Now there is a cut.Because I had to fall somehow,
Damned by my sins.
For the ones I couldn’t protect.
For the ones I couldn’t keep.But falling led me to you,
So would a curse still apply?
Of course, it would apply,
Because I cannot be with you.I still long for your touch,
I still long for your kiss.
But we’ll never be together,
For I have sinned.8
