*Echoes Of The End*

Mary's boy:

Did Mary scream when she held the body of a boy; everyone's but hers? At the blood on his crown, did she lick her fingers and wipe it clean? Smooth back his hair like she did when he was just a babe? Wash the red from his feet, never drank wine again. Pulled at the nails in his tender hands until hers were raw. Maybe she spit and yelled and cried at anyone who came too close to her boy gone limp and blue. Even the believers turned away. They didn't love her boy. His messy hair and soft eyes, his gentle hands, whispered voice. The way he hid in the river and spoke to the fish like old friends. Came home with dirty feet and flushed cheeks. Her running, dancing, singing boy. They didn't love her boy. They loved God's son. Not Mary's boy.

Oh my God this is probably the best thing I've seen in a while! Thank you for sharing your amazing Creation with the world

oh man im so sleepy i cant see straight, but im done!! Shindeku animation set to the tune of Welcome to My Parents House by NSP (with some emic on the side) i started yesterday and finished right before midnight! go me <3

"Areseta and Serenata- Goddess of War and Honor standing beside her wife, the Goddess of Peace. A reminder that we wage war for the hope of a longer peace; that we inflict violence so that we might have more peace. two sides of the same coin, that coin is something that is required to even think about joining the Warriors Guild."

Read this somewhere, forgot where, but I'm sure the internet knows and will be willing to tell

I know no one probably cares but they have changed the Berry Waffle Cone sent at Bath & Body Works!! That's my most favorite scent of all time and when I went there today because of all the deals they were having I was surprised to find a Berry Waffle Cone candle because they're usually very hard to find cuz it's a seasonal scent and I don't go to Bath & Body Works that often, but anyway when I go to smell the deliciousness of what this scent SHOULD be it is just somehow wrong!!

I would know because I have this sent as a candle, both types of lotions and the body spray which I hoard like it's nobody's business because it's my most favorite scent in the world and it's not guaranteed I'm going to get another one anytime soon

Don't get me wrong the candle I smelled today that claimed itself to be my beloved Berry Waffle Cone did indeed smell good BUT it just wasn't the same, I don't know why, my only guess is that they somehow tweaked the formula over the years but I want my OG sent back!

Bath & Body Works if you see this which you probably won't I beg you to tell me why it has changed, if it was simply because of a tweaked formula I asked you to somehow bring through the glory that is the OG Berry Waffle Cone or maybe I just happened to smell a bad candle or maybe my nose was wrong but when I got home and smelled my OG candle and it smelled how I expected it to smell, delicious, like a literal bakery, it's got kind of a warm bread smell but the sweetness to it as well is just so good and I love it but why has it't changed!? ┻⁠┻⁠︵⁠ヽ⁠(⁠`⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠︵⁠┻⁠┻༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

One of my favorite insults:

As useful as a soup Sandwich

*Unyielding*

They try to bind what can’t be bound,

To quiet voices, keep them down.

But freedom’s breath is fierce and strong,

A pulse that beats where we belong.

They take our choices piece by piece,

And call it order, call it peace.

But peace was never found in chains,

In dreams erased, in silent pain.

They close the doors that once were wide,

Yet still, we push back from inside.

For rights are more than laws they write—

They’re flames that burn through darkest night.

In every voice, a story lives,

Of strength, of struggle, hearts that give.

And though they try to still that song,

It rises, fierce—it won’t be gone.

For rights may bend, but they don’t break.

From every wound, a voice will wake.

And in the end, no hand can keep

What women fight for, fierce and deep.

Please don't give up, things are dark and bleak right now but please don't give up. Everything me seem and feel impossible but there's so much left to fight for. So many to fight for.

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*America, Now*

America, land of fractured dreams,

Where hope is dimmer than it seems.

Once bright with promise, strong and sure,

Now shadows linger, hard to cure.

The streets are loud, with voices raw,

Divided hearts, divided law.

Truth is scattered, torn in two,

While justice falters, lost from view.

The cost of care is measured cold,

A weight too heavy to uphold.

And children, eyes too young for grief,

See futures robbed by silent thieves.

Guns in hands, fear in eyes,

Unseen wounds and whispered lies.

A country built on strength and pride,

Feels splintered now, cracked open wide.

Yet still beneath the hardened soil,

There’s grit, there’s fight, a pulsing coil.

A spark of what it once could be—

A dream that strains to be set free.

America, bruised but holding on,

In every heart, a quiet dawn.

For even through the darkest night,

There’s still a chance to heal, to fight.

If your best freind was holding a gun to your head what would your final words be?:

@Antonio Muñoz: “Told you I’d take a bullet for you, but never imagined you’d be the one pulling the trigger”

“If I had a nickel for every time you asked me to take my clothes off I’d have two nickles which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened twice, especially coming from someone who thinks I’m a kid, seems a little suspect if you ask me.”

(Homeless vigilanteed Izuku, dadzawa wanting to check the healed stab wound on his leg, dadzawa does not know his identity and only assumes he's a kid because of his size which is true but dadzawa does not know that)

Conditions May Apply by CinnamonPinecones on ao3 ~348,276 words (so far 119 ch. Waiting on updates) really good read 100% recommend 💖

I am deceased, six feet under, my ashes are

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