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do you think it wonders when it will grow wings?

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Alive Again - Extra 6 Dick
Tim dropped last week.
Damian has been asleep for some months now.
Dick tries his best to keep the smile on his face. Tries his best to keep patrolling as if everything is fine. He's gotta keep it together. He's gotta stay strong for his brothers, for his Dad, for gotham and bludhaven. Dick doesn't feel strong.
He feels a weakness seeping in his bones. An aching in his muscles he's only accustomed to feeling after too many all nighters and some intense training or fights. There's a haze in his mind that makes it hard to think. Hard to move. Hard to swallow down the anger and keep on smiling.
It scares the shit out of him.
After Jason... Left, his mind played tricks, showed him the little brother he'd lost, the brother that he was desperate to get back. The brother that he knew he would never have again. In that time he got used to anger burning in his gut, he learnt again how to smile and joke through it. But this anger. This anger didn't just burn in his gut it seemed to whisper in his ear, telling him horrible things about himself, about his brothers, about life.
It made him want to scream, it made him want to tear himself apart, it made him want to lay down forever.
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Nesta Archeron had imagined that there was no ego, no audacity left that could truly surprise her. Bound up in funeral white from head to toe, her every joint and muscle was aching. She’d tried and failed to braid up her hair. Resolutely did not think of the last hands that had done so besides her sister, shivering as she pulled a veil over the lot, formal, proper, alone. Poison of magic did not harm or degrade the way mortal toxins did- it was one thing to know and another to understand, her whole body rendered foreign. Everything hurt, and yet she could walk. Everything hurt, bloody edges where her home had been, wards anchored her very being torn out alongside vitality. Mist was not so familiar. She could feel it, safe. Cool. A blue calm that seemed to go on forever, but she could hardly bear to accept a second more of its shelter. And so Nesta Archeron was in the gardens, catching her breath against a a pillar, trellised flowers a solid canopy overhead, nearly to the pyres, when the Morrigan arrived. Nesta rose so fast she wondered briefly if the arrow had been a sick dream, before the pain roared back in, agony that did not stop a single one of her furious steps. “Everyone inside,” she murmured, not so low her Illyrian guards did not hear. “Everyone. Make sure the children aren’t seen.” Kali had disappeared with the swords of the fallen, replaced in lockstep by four legionnaires, who looked more grim now than when she’d said she was going to help tend their dead. Still, they listened. Morrigan made a show of waving, her sheer, sliced burgundy sleeves wafting. Behind her, like a mirage, like a madness, trunks and boxes were popping into existence, carelessly deposited on the wet grass. Nesta wondered if she were strong enough to break those fine, fine waggling fae fingers of hers. Her weak grip said otherwise. Perhaps if she stomped hard enough. “Nesta,” Morrigan crooned once she was near, wafting an airy kiss her way Nesta only barely managed not to flinch from, “I come bearing gifts!”
I don't kill or release spiders in my home.
I actually just take them, put them in the basement pit, seal it, and come back a week later to see what abominations fester.

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Parashat Tərumah: כַּפֹּֽרֶת | kapóret
Both the lid and the curtain separate and contain. But there is a key difference: On occasion — once a year on Yom Kipur, in fact — the High Priest can pass thru the curtain; at no point is anyone ever to remove the lid from the Covenant Ark. One is slightly permeable, the other is permanently sealed. What does this teach us about atonement?
i wonder if cquackity ever feels like cschlatt’s heart is rotting him from the inside out
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festering
hölkynkölkyn
festering (English) /ˈfɛstəɹɪŋ/ 1. (of a wound or sore) forming pus; becoming more infected. 2. (Of a negative feeling or a problem) becoming worse or more intense, especially through long-term neglect or indifference
hölkynkölkyn (Finnish, Savo Dialect) /ˈhølkynˌkølkyn/ a word said to raise a toast, like "cheers!"