Okay I’m finally writing this and it is literally just Fiyero and Glinda fighting over Elphaba, like she’s finally doing okay bc she’s getting love and support, and the two of them are just glaring at each other around her like she’s mine
(Don’t worry, they all grudgingly hold hands eventually)
YALL - hear me out, Wicked thruple but it’s mean lesbian Galinda, bi wife energy Fiyero with daddy issues, and Elphaba who had two hands and a mission to change the world
(Hear me out again, thruple takes over the world through magic, manipulations and being hot)
penelope really said how dare you imagine a world where i don't love you. how fucking dare you. every day that you are not here is torture to me. every moment spent without you is like missing a piece of myself. how. fucking. dare you. pick up our immovable fucking wedding bed until you learn some respect
Born in the shadow
Of 9/11
Birth certificates
Make a spectacle
Of how gullible we are
.
The news channel
Like a lullaby
Our parents watch
Not wanting to wake us
We go to sleep knowing
That the monsters
Were never under our bed
.
And despite what we go through
Despite how many horrors
We are witness to
A gag is on our mouth
Told we are
Too young
Too stupid
Too naive
And we are
.
I am
Too young
To be scared of going to school
And watching the life pour out of my friends
Because skin isn’t impenetrable like titanium
Ricocheting bullets embed themselves in soft skin
And now I’ll never be able to say
“I’m sorry” for that dumb fight during lunch
Bulletproof backpacks
Were never in the school wish list
Look around the class
Who are you willing to die for?
Are you strong enough to comfort their mom?
She’ll be crying on your shoulder
As you tell stories
How everybody copied off their homework
Because they were the smartest
Or how they never failed to make the class burst in laughter
Explaining the inside jokes that died with them
In a pool of their own blood
Right by your desk
.
I am
Too young
To find my friend’s body
Slumped over
On the bathroom floor
Candy coloured pills stuffed down their throats
Dothiepin, Amitriptyline and Imipramine
Or maybe crimson blood pouring down their wrists
Because we never questioned
If they were hot with a sweater during summer
Too late to help battle whatever demons they were facing
Too late to be the knight in shining armour they needed
And a note lays in their hand
Apologizing for what they did
When you know the person that should’ve apologized
Was you
Because maybe
If you had listened more
If you had asked the right questions
If you had done this or that
It doesn’t matter
Cause when suicide
Is the 2nd leading cause
Of death in youth
What’s the point
Trying to be the superhero with the red cape
When you might be the one at the noose?
.
I am
Too young
To see familiar faces on the news
Afraid to see my friends body
Drape over a white sheet
As if that covers up the horrors
“Don’t shoot!”
Shouldn’t be
Someone’s last words
He looked older in the dark
He only fired in self-defense
Blue lives or black lives?
Which ones matter most?
You might call me obnoxious
Because i don’t submit to your ideals
But let me ask you this
When did people go to an academy
For their skin?
When were people given uniforms
For their skin?
When were people given guns
For their skin?
They just wanted to go home
To their families
That’s what we all want
But only one of us will go home
The other laying on the concrete
Covered in a white sheet
Like cheap Halloween decoration
The blood seeping through
Scratchy white fabric
.
I am
Too young
To be sent out of class
Because my skirt was too short
“The boys will be distracted”
They said
But I look around the room
They’re doing their work
They’re focused
So why are you not?
Why are you looking at my legs?
I’m walking down the street
A man old enough to be my dad
Is looking at me, staring
Like a lion watches his prey
Looking for a moment to strike
A cobra swaying from side to side
If I’m not careful
His poison will flow through my veins
I can feel his eyes on me
As if I somehow share his sins
They are crawling on my back
So maybe I should’ve put on that jacket
Maybe I should’ve worn pants instead
But it was a nice day
And I had just ironed my skirt
And maybe I should’ve asked someone
To come get the mail with me
Because now if something happens
It’s my fault
.
I am
Too young
To be crying at my friend’s funeral
Because no matter
How many times
I told them to stop
They wouldn’t
A loopy wonderland
And meaningless smiles
Were too much
Of a temptation
Against a brutal reality
Of a cold and desaturated planet
Shouts still ringing
In their ears
And last week
Their mom found their body
Overdosed in the bathtub
Eyes still wide
Staring
Pupils dilated
And now
My last memory of them will be
Silky smoke in my face
Burning claws in my lungs
While I’m still sitting on the couch
Drinking Diet Coke
Because I “don’t know how to live”
But apparently
Neither do they
.
I grew up in a world
Where violence is common
A bullet flies by
But I don’t notice
Desensitized and numb
.
And now that I have a voice
That you’ve never heard before
You will try to silence me
But can you really blame me
For my shouts?
I was born with information
At my fingertips
Connected
To every news source in the world
And you expect me
To stay at the kid’s table
During dinner?
Because the adults are talking?
.
But you have brought me onto this earth
Where the expectation
Was to watch the world burn
And you don’t care
Because you’ll die
Before you see the sun explode
But I will remain
We will remain
To see our flesh melt off
You brought us here
In the middle of a battle
And you have failed miserably
The battles you won
Will be meaningless
Against the war that we will win
.
We will rise from the ashes
Of what you have already burned down
Lottie Matthew’s is indeed that father you didn’t want who stepped up (seriously, Shauna hide your babies Lottie wants to raise them)
the inescapable structure of tragedy, the lines of causality
matthew stover, star wars episode III: revenge of the sith novelization / prophetic perfect tense / louise glück, the triumph of achilles / hadestown, “road to hell” / sunnyscenegenerator / joanna newsom, “waltz of the 101st lightborne”
Start Here - Caitlyn Siehl
Hear me out yall, a fic where Rosita suffers postpartum depression and psychosis after having Coco because for the stressful situations they’re in and their general mental health it seems a bit more likely the show portrays. Like the frustration of having survived so much shit only to lose your mind over nothing (Rosita’s pov because postpartum depression is not a joke)
The angst, the tension, the years of trauma colliding because you’re finally safe but you’ve been at war for so long you don’t know what that means. And you want your daughter to have a good future but you don’t know if you believe jn good anymore and ????
Don’t worry, lots of found family and semi-comforting hallucinations because I could not leave Rosita hanging
The IOF opened fire on starving civilians trying to collect food aid murdering dozens and injuring an estimated hundreds or more they then crushed some of the injured by running over them with tanks. This was their “reason.”
Prophets Are Only Useful If They Prophecise - K.Blair - in response to @patronsaintofmonsters prompt ‘monster prophets’
“true love” this, “endgame” that. what about “compelling dynamic that’s fun to explore”
someone much more talented than me needs to make a Kate (or Javi) (or both) edit to End of Beginning by Djo so I can rewatch it a thousand times and spiral
Sapphic_terror on ao3 queer and nonbinary (any pronouns)Yall I may be losing it a little but at least I’m writing a lot of fan fiction (that’s a slight lie but I’m trying I swear)
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