Oct 5, 2023
Day 3 of Poketober 🧸
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Day 3 of Poketober 🧸
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Some run away and find their dreams come true... Some just turn out to be a coward who see to it that their dreams are buried deep beneathe the debris...
P.s - Just be yourself because some solutions are found, and some are created...You choose the journey that suits you
-M
The Rescue
Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: T Warning: None Pairing: None Description: Jamie is captured and refuses to give any information on Task Force 141.
Day 1.1; @ailesswhumptober: Contusion @whumptober-archive: "Please don't cry." @angstober: Wrong choice
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With every choice you made, you took responsibility. That it was irreversible, irretrievable, that it would screw tight the lid, prohibit the path to more choices. That out of all those liberating, mesmerizing options you could choose something bony, fetid, barren. And with that decision, you would have inflicted unhappiness (tragedy, even!) with your very own hand.
Irina Reyn, from What Happened to Anna K.
It's Either You or the Drugs
She knew the answer before she even asks the question I can see the disappointment and sadness A tear in her eye, just waiting to slip the cornea and it will by god, it will
And I tense up before she starts her stream of accusations a fist, dead center of my drooping face I hate to see her cry, but it seems to be all I know how to do
Are you high?
The words punch like bullets and if I wasn’t already lying down I sure would be after that blow I know you already know, but I’ve got spunk and I’ll try and lie my way out of this Shaking my head like an excited dog
I didn’t want to see her cry but I never did think of the consequences Behold, my kingdom of impulse behavior
Why?
She adds an extra shot and I want to explain to her that this is the only way I can somehow find the will to like myself But I don’t and I just shrug once again leaving the only person hellbent on saving me with another nights of too stoned silent treatment
We’ll crawl into bad and she’ll fall asleep after silently crying as I drift off on my sedative ignorant of the tears beside me and even if I’d known there was nothing I could have done
and at the end of it when it was clear to her that I was going to always put my fix first she told me I chose the drugs and left me standing, confused and crashing We’ve never talked again since
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Now…..Luca hall off grownish 😳😳
That’s all I’m gonna say
my ocs making friends:
You did the best you could with what you knew. I know that if you could go back, you would. I know that you'd handle it all differently. I know that the should haves and could haves took on a life of their own. I know that the memory that comes to mind and breaks your heart has replayed countless times in your head and leaves a heaviness on your heart that's so familiar that it feels like a part of you. Give yourself grace. Extend mercy where you messed up. Cover yourself in love, knowing that you are not perfect and will never be expected to be. No one gets it right all the time. Sometimes, we act out of emotion, make the wrong choice, or make matters worse whenever we are desperately trying to fix them. You are not alone in that space of regret, but it doesn't mean you belong in that space. It's time to put the baggage of those mistakes and decisions down. Time has passed, and you need that weight on your shoulders to go with it. You are worthy, wonderful, and undoubtedly wiser despite what you weathered. You are forgiven. You are free.
Morgan Richard Olivier - One Still Whisper