Jan 27, 2022
Makes sense 乁( •_• )ㄏ
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Makes sense 乁( •_• )ㄏ
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Everyone needs to see this.
Everyone.
I got a really interesting feedback on my fic today. I’m happy someone actually took it seriously. Lmao
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 11/? Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe, Amaya Jiwe/Zari Tomaz, Nate Heywood/Amaya Jiwe, Rip Hunter & Ava Sharpe, Nora Darhk/Ray Palmer Characters: Sara Lance, Ava Sharpe, Zari Tomaz, Amaya Jiwe, Gary Green, Rip Hunter, Laurel Lance, Quentin Lance, Mick Rory, Alex (Mistresses) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Angst, Fluff, Not safe for Trump supporter, Racism (mentioned), Non-consensual sex (subtext and discussion), Skateboarding, Basketball, Slow Burn, soft smut
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A constant state of warfare till the end of time.
Humanity will never give up their violent disposition no matter what history
tells us about the past failures of our ancestors.
Human selfishness is so disgusting and infinite.
It's the reason of every tyranny and injustice.
No one ever told you what would happen after the revolution. Your skin peels back like it’s rebelling against your own bones, and you’re still standing right there. Saying his name over and over again like it’s a prayer. Like it’s a body you can’t bring back from the dead. The ghosts you trained haunt the wrong parts of you, and you blame them for your hands. For the blood they wear like gold, convinced it’s something to be proud of. And you’re thinking that this wouldn’t have happened if you were born in a different city. If your mouth knew a different language. If another country held you hostage. But if not him, then it would have been someone else. Someone else with the same legs running away and the same mouth always going on about someone else. You wanted to be loved and you didn’t care who pretended to do it. You brave, brave girl. Always making lovers out of molehills. Always looking for things that don’t want to be found. Always forgetting yourself and waiting for someone else to remember.
Y.Z, unlearned lessons
You think I would have learned by now.
I keep making the same fucking mistake over and over again. Now I can't sleep without tossing and turning. It cuts into me. This hurts. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I know better.
I know better than to eat crackers in bed without a plate.