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so i cant help but notice that two (2) times, twice, when Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye were shown, it immediately cut to the only real prominent established couple in the show -
exhibit a)
exhibit b)
additional evidence exhibit c) - that time when Wang Ye was perfectly comfortable walking around Zhuge Qing shirtless but got uncomfy when Feng BaoBao commented on him being hot when he was clothed
and also, just for funsies, exhibit d)
in conclusion, Your Honor
gay. and also married. the defense rests
remember that time harry accidentally did some underage magic and stormed out of the house and his immediate reaction was to begin planning his life as an outcast harry is such a drama queen jfc
When people look at you, smiling, then they see your face and the smile goes away
Truth is, we’re all a little out of place in this world. We all have our unique spark. Don’t let what makes you special die for the sake of fitting in with people who killed theirs.
Shout out to all the people whose friends have made them feel guilty for being themselves. Shout out to all the people who have no support. To all the people doing it alone, outcasted, misfitted where you should belong, surrounded by hate. You guys are troopers. You're doing amazing. And if no one else is, I'm proud of you🖤
Do you guys remember last year we were complaining about BTS performing the same songs on every award show? Now look at them now. They heard are requests and now their every single performance is different. Oh my god my heart is melting.
The God of Fire
The air was electrifying,
Up here in Mount Olympus,
Hera had supposedly birthed a boy,
And it was a time for celebration!
Dionysus brought his fine wine,
Apollo strummed his lyre,
Thalia sang a song so contagiously upbeat,
That even Ares couldn’t help the tapping of his feet.
It was a joyous occasion indeed!
For whom the party was for,
Had yet to be seen.
Where was Zeus, Hera,
And their newest offspring?
Off in the distance,
One could hear a newborn’s crying.
Hera and Zeus agreed that the child was imperfect.
That in regards to their other children,
He was by far the ugliest,
Borderline grotesque.
His parents,
Hera and Zeus,
Casted him out.
Had thrown him down,
The very steps of Olympus.
But immortals cannot perish.
Where he lay,
Sprawled upon the steps,
He could see the flaming sun.
He stretched the tips of his fingertips,
And soon a chunk of it became his own.
He placed it upon the marble staircase,
Hands unscorched,
He molded it into a blanket,
One to keep him safe and warm.
The newest son of Olympus,
Was by no means a piece of art,
But he himself was an exceptional sculptor.
Of decor,
Of masonry,
Of temples,
Of whatever one’s heart could desire.
This child would soon be renowned as Hephaestus,
The one and only,
God of Fire.
I'm so sick of crying Of feeling bad Guilty Of feeling I've done Everthing wrong But actually nothing at all I just want to be happy Loved Accepted Did you ever think That was too much to ask But instead I'm on my bed Crying Waiting for the tears to stop And the world to stop spinning
I feel alone. I think I have friends And yet when I turn around, They're off making plans. With out me I feel isolated. Stuck in my own world, In my own head. I can never make connections, Or draw peoples attentions. I just end up sitting by myself. I feel friendless. As soon as I think I may have some; They turn away, They leave me out, They forget about me. I'm always last on everyones minds. I'm never invited or asked or remembered. I just want to be remembered. Did you ever think that would be so hard to ask? I am alone. Because when it comes down to it, I'm never the ones people come to. Even if I come to them. I'll always be on the outside. Just me and my shadow, Watching everyone else having fun. While I'm being forgotten.
LMAOOO I’M HAVING TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS
Embrace what makes you unique🐘Dumbo was released on this day in 1941!
Question👄everything.
Late Bloomer 🥀 (my alternative outcast poem reading)
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my poem:
I bloom as fast as the flowers
Late in June
I take a while
Do you know I was a kid once?
Same
Body
I still wear the same sweater, from back when I was 14
Back when I had nobody to please
Just being me or the “me” my parents let me be
I can’t wait my turn
Not no more
Patience is a lie
When you’re growing inside, all the time
Cross the road when you want
The time is now
Fuck the clock
German Shepard on a chain
Remind me of what my days were
Back when scribbling with chalk on the sidewalk, was all I really wanted
Vapes on the floor
Ditching class and failing p.e
Abandoned car seat
You never really grow up of being a baby
I don’t shine like the sun
Glimmer like the moon
Don’t look at me, not on purpose
Only because you can’t look away
Pay attention to me, what do you do want from me?
I’m only giving myself out for free
For the feelings daddy couldn’t give me
The older, the better
The younger, the meaner
More insecure
I’m too 23 to feel free
Give me 30, 40, 50
Love my generation but not enough to kiss them. Date em
Too mentally crazy
And I’m just like them
You can find me hiding in The Alleys
Where’s it’s quiet
And the strays skip happily
Bet you can’t look away, once you do
It’s kiss me or harm me
No in-between
Want me or trap me
Hold my soul, likes it’s yours to own
Can’t catch a butterfly
Can’t force the wind
I’ll be your girl
If you promise me one wish
Freedom
I’m looking for a daddy
Not a dad
There’s a difference
One you only call after midnight
One never calls you back
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poem: Late Bloomer by Roger Awkward, (2023).
Veil: I need to get some air. Bryony: There’s air in here. Veil: I don’t want your air!
the lost boy, the creator.