Why Is Ao3 Is Blocked On The Hospital Wifi????

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65679322

New Magnus Archives fic. Second person pov, pov of spiral victim, super short. Unfortunately all of my works are currently locked due to the recent ai sweep. uhhh yeah :) check it out if this seems interesting to you.

✨ in this house it’s always fuck censorship ✨

oopsie daisies

btw the thing she couldn’t ignore was someone calling her out for saying anti-depressants/hormone therapy are only perscribed by lazy doctors

Bunny (pink)

i just think it says a lot about the person. my favorite is a bear named theodore

please reblog

Thinking about Jonathan “went to a coworker’s birthday lunch stressed as hell, picked an old man ice cream flavor, infodumped about his current hyperfixation, left the lunch and promptly blacked the memory out” Sims……..

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Listen I love Jon “let’s gouge our eyes out and run away together” Sims as much as the next guy. But we don’t talk enough about the second half of that conversation. Martin ready to crash out just a little. Martin calling Jon on his bullshit. Basically just everything Martin does in that scene actually.

^^^THIS. self aware as fuck and definitely not kind of bitter Martin.

Imagine you’ve been in love with someone for 4 years. You do not expect this to go anywhere because you have shit self esteem and also he kind of hates you. You decide the best use of your life is protecting everyone you know from evil and taking the brunt of that evil yourself. Then one day the person you love who you cannot be around anymore says out of the blue “hey let’s run away together” and you have probably wanted that for years. You have probably dreamed about that moment. And you absolutely can not do that. For him. To protect him. But also because of him. And it’s not really about you is it?

I would go fucking crazy. All things considered, he had an impressively calm reaction to this situation.

Yeah you could say I’m doing numbers on tumblr. And that numbers? One

Agnes Montague is sitting in the coffee shop again. Same table, same black coffee, same routine. She wraps her hand around the mug, feeling the heat bloom under her palm. It’s better than burning people, than having them as a sacrifice to prove her warmth. She’s grown out of those fits of anger, and now she sees herself as more of her destiny than the flame borne from it. That’s what it is to be the light in the lightless flame. She wants to be kind but she can’t. She’s a creation with a purpose, and that purpose isn’t kindness.

Everyone else in this shop is human. Completely human. They were born in hospitals, probably, and not within someone else’s – her mother’s – sacrificial funeral pyre. Everyone else in this shop has friends. Everyone else in this shop can find their own purpose. And Agnes just heats her drink, the steam barely bringing up the temperature of her burning skin. She’s the sunlight, just bringing heat down on everyone with her touch. She can burn, but she is essential. She’s not sure who told her that. Something that has to be wrong within her tells her that it was her mother.

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just a sad double drabble of me thinking about agnes too hard!! she thinks about her mom regularly imo,, i consider her thinking about her mom's (voluntary) sacrifice as justification that she has to follow her destiny :((((