Mar 29
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what the fuck is he talking about
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RAGE AND ANGER
on leaving & liberation. in some fleeting moments, i hated you as i held your hand. but i don’t hate you anymore. i want you to come back, but mostly, i just wish the good times never ended.
You don't get to pick and choose how and when you are supportive of someone. We don't need your half-assed excuses saying "you need more time". This is my time now. Figure out who's side you're on.
I feel it's my anger that has helped me keep alive
Audre Lorde, from a letter to Pat Parker featured in Sister Love: The Letters of Audre Lorde & Pat Parker
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I’m unliked, unwanted, and unwelcome, but guess what?
I’m still here mother fucker.
And it’s your god damn problem.
War
I have made myself small,
Insignificant,
Pleasant and sociable.
The scars on my back are a testament,
Deep red trailing down my spine,
As I grip my flesh in contained rage.
Why am I expected to be pathetic?
If I am to be gutted either way,
I would prefer to become a bloody beacon,
My hair matted with coppery substances,
While my eyes are set ablaze.
I will hunt those who seek to destroy me,
Aid those who wish for shelter,
And wage war on this world that demeans me.
I am trapped in a woman’s body,
Limited by makeshift shackles,
But my freedom is near.
So when I break free,
Fear for your lives,
I will kill for my Justice,
And bathe in a sea of Red.
- M
@angerdriven : Aether didn't ask, and Tozen didn't offer. He just approaches the traveller and silently drops treasure hoarder sigils, hilichurl masks, fatui emblems, and mora at their feet like a cat bringing its owner dead mice.
They're no stranger to asking friends for spare materials---nearly every day, they stop by the adventurer's guild to collect radishes that Fischl found for them or ore that Bennett accidentally blew off of a cliff---but this would have to be the first time someone sought them out, and certainly the first to display their haul so... pathetically?
They almost pity the treasure hoarder in that moment. Aether hasn't been kind to him. He doesn't seem to mind it, and they're not exceptionally cruel either, but still.
They're absolutely taking the materials, though. Mora is mora.
They kneel to pick up the items, forcing them to look up at Tozen to speak to him. Maybe they take their time with it. Maybe they're on their knees just a little too long. "You know, you can always leave this stuff at the adventurer's guild---unless you really wanted to see me that bad?"