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Inside it feels like I've been barely breathing
Feels like air is running out
Inside I'm stuck here staring at a ceiling
You put up to keep me down
Waking up without a name
Opening my eyes knowing nothing is the same
Circling around a drain
As I realize that there's no one else to blame
Each time I hold my fist inside my pocket
Hold my breath until I'm blue
Feels like a knife pushed deep inside a socket
Bristling listening to you
Everybody out, that devil is coming
Poison on his lips and his words mean nothing
Cold like a mountaintop, father never loved him
Mama said he's bad enough times that it sunk in
Everybody out, that devil is coming
Promise you the world, but he's always bluffing
Before you even know it's a trap you're stuck in
He's gone like a ghost, already off running
You keep me waiting down here, so far below
Staring up from the bottom, up from the bottom
I try escaping, but there's nowhere to go
Staring up from the bottom
Gotta get out of here
Up from the bottom
Gotta get out of here
this song made me think of Moonknight idk what else to tell you
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Strange racists and homophobes on the internet seem to have access to an alternate way cooler version of TV than me. "every white character on TV is in an interracial relationship" "every show has a gay couple in it" "main characters keep having to secretly be bisexual and nonbinary" "every show has gratuitous full frontal nudity" like damn promise?? What channel???
I think there is something to say about the human experience here; about how we fixate on the things that make us upset and take for granted the things we enjoy.
Plenty of non-"woke" shows exist for these people to watch if that's what they want. Yet somehow, for some reason, they keep coming back to these shows with the "interracial marriages" and "bisexual nonbinary main characters." They keep finding them and shouting about them, rather than finding peace somewhere else. And in a space where they're generally supposed to enjoy themselves: watching TV.
Never thought I'd have the opportunity to say this again: Reducing women and girls to their vaginas and then forcing them to show those vaginas to strangers is not a feminist ideal.
You actually cannot skip to being good at a creative endeavour that you haven't put much practice into. You cannot trick your way out of the 'knows that your work is not what you want it to be but don't know how to improve it' stage by planning or reading or talking about it really really hard. At some point you just have to craft through it until your brain finds it's own unique way back to the 'everything I make slaps' stage and be prepared to start the cycle all over again. You just have to make that project you're excited about slightly less good than you want it to be. (Says this standing in a pool of blood and covered in blood and also coughing up a little blood)
it's so fun for me every time this appears on my dash because not only did i walk past it irl several times, it's on what is widely considered the busiest bus route in europe
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Warnings: trauma revolving water, fighting, knocking people out in medically inaccurate ways
Wordcount: 1156
Summary: the mission Gambit and Poltergeist go on does not end quite the way they wanted it to.
AN: take this it's essential for the bond between Remy and Miranda but it has like the most bare minimum editing cause I dont wanna look at it anymore
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As alarm lights and bells went off simultaneously, Miranda let out an annoyed sigh
"Why does this always happen when we're on a mission?"
Without saying a word Gambit yanked the usb stick out of her hand, while his free one hooked around one of her arms to pull her along into a run. They couldn't make it through the weakened part of the gate surrounding the area where they had gotten through before to get into this facility; so instead Gambit used his bo staff to pole-vault himself over.
He turned only to see Miranda leap onto the fence, clamber over it like a nimble cat and hop down with equal grace. A small smirk appeared on his lips as they were still running
"Bleu's training's paying off, huh?"
The answer was a gunshot that hit the ground between them, and it startled Miranda into her invisibility so she sounded like a haunting ghost when she answered:
"Less talking, more running!"
It was only when Gambit's pace slowed down that Miranda turned around, seeing waving flashlights on the horizon and hearing the sounds of the guards coming after them. When her back collided with his, it startled her back into visibility, quickly peeking around him to see why he had stopped.
A cliff edge dropping straight down, and now that she focused on it she could hear the water of the river down below. She looked back to the horizon where two flashlights had broken off from the main group and were heading their way.
"What are our chances of shaking them off if we jump in? Is the water manageable?" she asked, eyes strictly on the two distant guards as she took a few steps forward to see them.
"Gambit?" she asked with urgency as he didn't respond, quickly looking over her shoulder to see him standing there, and when she looked back and forth between the two targets several times and still hadn't gotten an answer, out came a far more urgent and panicked:
"Remy?!"
He snapped out of his thoughts, red eyes finally breaking away from the river water below, as Gambit took enough steps backwards for their backs to collide again. He shook his head, unsure if he was denying her questions or shaking off his own thoughts. Miranda had turned around to see him shake his head, looked over to the flashlights that were steadily approaching, and a pit opened up in her stomach
This was not the kind of guard situation where they would be happily locked in a cell to wait for rescue or wait for Gambit to find a way to get out: these people had already been actively shooting at them. She glanced down at her hands, and then to the back of Gambit's coat.
It should work. How often had she turned Kurt invisible with little to no effort these days? But Kurt, compared to Gambit, was a lithe built 5'9 guy barely taller than her and only slightly broader in frame. Gambit stood higher, wider and her invisibility coating wouldn't stick to the metal bits of his outfit even if she did manage to hide the rest of it. But as the shouting got closer, it was their only hope.
"Take your cuirass off."
Gambit blinked at the sudden demand, looking at Miranda with a raised eyebrow that became both eyebrows raised in surprise when he saw how determined she looked.
"And the boots," she added, as Gambits hands easily clicked open the clasps of his metal chest piece.
"What are you-" he started, but she hushed him and nodded to where the flashlights were coming frightfully close.
"Just trust me," she whispered, "hurry up."
"What was that splashing sound?!" one of the guards called to the other as they arrived on the scene, while the other one was looking at the many foot tracks in the muddy soil.
"You think they jumped?" he asked
"If they did, they're as good as dead."
As they were about to turn around to head back and declare the area clear, both were grabbed from behind. As they turned visible, Gambit made quick work of the guard he grabbed by putting them in a headlock until he passed out; and after dropping him he was alerted by the yelp of his friend as the guard she grabbed roughly elbowed her to try and get away.
All it took was one well timed punch from the Cajun for the other to be out cold as well, while he shook his hand and cracked his knuckles.
"You alright, Fif?" he asked as she came to stand by him, her injured side deliberately turned to him.
"Yeah. I dont know about you, but I'm ready to get out of here," as she was speaking she used the device around her wrist to call for an extraction, "you still have the usb?"
"In my coat pocket," Gambit remarked.
As the jet hovered above them and Kurt was send down to be the easiest lift up into the aircraft, Gambit's mood lightened just a tad when he saw Miranda soften at the sight of her partner. Feeling Kurt's hand on his shoulder did also relax him a little bit more, as the fuzzy elf easily teleported all three of them back inside to go home.
After arriving back home, Miranda was observing Gambit. He still seemed strangely tense, strangely wrapped up in his own thoughts in a way that seemed so alien to his normal self. She said nothing, just held out her hand to him and making a "give" gesture as he looked down at the hand sticking out to him.
He silently dropped the usb in her hand.
"Take five," Miranda said softly, "I'll turn this in with Scott. Get some rest, big guy."
Gambit left wordlessly, and Miranda felt Kurt leaning on her shoulder as his eyes followed his friend while he left.
"What's wrong with him?" Kurt asked, concern in his voice, "what happened?"
Miranda shrugged in defeat, not having the answer herself. She looked at the usb in her hand, and winced when she automatically put her hand to her side and directly into the sore spot the elbow had caused. A much softer, delicate hand replaced hers against the spot
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, just got roughed up a bit in the fight," Miranda assured him, before tossing one last glance to where Gambit had left the room, "... Kurt, will you come along with me? I'd rather not explain to Scott on my own why he's going to need to budget in a new cuirass and pair of boots for Gambit."
"What happened?"
Oh, those golden eyes would never not melt her heart with how he looked at her. Miranda couldn't stop herself, stealing a soft kiss from her lover for her own comfort
no dude it's so cool how attached you are to that character who is singled out and ostracized due to the external monstrousness that clashes with their internal spark of humanity. and i love how drawn you are to themes of horror and love, nature versus nurture, otherness, isolation, and the abject. i bet you have normal feelings about your own personhood
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