Moving On - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
They say you gotta fail to succeed. Well you’ve put me down long enough, it’s time to move on in life.
I put my blood, sweat, and tears to what we had. And you didn't appreciate any of it.
Ha! Funny. I actually thought you cared for a minute there. :)
I would like to think that if Dabi survives everything, settles things with Endeavor, and tries to move on, he will make a somewhat good dad. Hear me out!
His experience with his own dad would, of course, haunt him. At the same time though, it would help him raise a kid who is loved and cared for. He wouldn't put heavy expectations on the kid and would want the kid to be who they want to be. Sure, he would be clumsy at it, and probably annoyed sometimes, but he would never toss them to the side and ignore them. He would try to be kind but would also be a tad bit blunt. That being said, he wouldn't hide things from the kid and would also explain things to him the best he could.
(Yes, I have thought of a story idea where he has a kid. I also have a story idea about Omegaverse DabiDeku having a kid. I am not ashamed!)
one of my fave kind of mini-series of artworks
Hope, that’s where I went wrong.
You were my first. I didn’t know what love was.
I didn’t know what it should’ve felt like.
But I’d hoped it felt like you.
I loved you, with everything I was. I gave to you everything I had. I knew you inside and out. You became a part of me.
And I’d hoped I were a part of you too
It wasn’t always a bed of roses.
We had our ups and our downs, but we fixed it for each other.
And I’d hoped we always would.
Each time time we fell apart, I was always here.
Even when you walked away, found others, more than once, I was always here.
Because you came back to me.
And I’d hoped you always will.
But you didn’t.
You killed the love I thought you were.
You ripped me right out, like I were nothing more than a button in your life.
And you walked right away.
Maybe that’s where I went wrong, I hoped.
I’d hoped to receive the love I gave.
Or maybe it was that I waited.
I couldn't walk away. Even though you did.
No matter how I tried, I couldn’t.
Because I’d hoped, deep down I’d hoped, you and me would be what we once were.
Even now, a year after you walked all over my heart, I see you, and I hope.
Don't start now - dua lipa (cover) 🧚♀️
- probablyintenseomens
Yeah boy! There's plenty more fish in the sea as they say!
Sorry not sorry ^___^
Updating My Masterlist
Hi, I know I've been MIA, it's mostly because of mental issues and a writer's block.
I'm posting this to let you know that I'm reorganizing my masterlist. I've figured out how to add links that are helpful, instead of having the seven posts with links all linking to each other. I find that annoying. I can imagine everyone else does too.
This is gonna be the last you'll get from me, as I'm finding interest in other things besides SAW, nowadays. (I know I didn't know it was possible either.) So, I'm just making my account easier to navigate.
I know the support I've gotten on here was little, but it was much appreciated, and it boosted my confidence. Thanks so much! This whole experience (Even though it was only two years) helped me.
Thanks for putting up with my naivety using Tumblr tools.
Thanks for understanding.
Thanks for your support.
And thanks for reading my stories!
In case you are wondering, my book I plan on publishing is Affected. If you're interested, keep an eye out for it!
Love you all.
~ Twoonez ♥
Perhaps it is not loss, but reincarnation: each new form growing like a fresh seedling bourn from a great and ancient tree. Are we lesser for the way we change and grow? Or perhaps are we more beautiful for how the new brush strokes alter our unfinished canvas, layer upon layer.
Immemorable
I see the statues That vaguely resemble a human, Where people sit under Eating French fries with mayonnaise; Their only use is Casting the cool of shade.
I read the books, Starting with the translator’s notes Defending their own interpretation, Or the editor, explaining choices made For this brand new edition, better fitting A modern audience.
I hear the music, Thinking about the songs Someone, somewhere Last listened to, their notes then Never being heard again; The many renditions of classical pieces All sound different.
I think about the last kid Telling his parents not to play Elvis, and The silence thereafter.
I think about the names And the way language changes; Nefertiti, Jesus, Julius Caesar, William Shakespeare, Vincent Van Gogh; All mispronounced by now, to the point One should not dare deem it their name.
I think about the poets In their ridiculous quests to be remembered Beyond the span of their lifetime.
All for nothing.
How futile it is, When even the truest lovers Never altogether get to know each other; They are lucky, thriving In a lifetime spent trying, Learning ever more In continuous fascination.
I think about you, And the way we remember; How I still profoundly love That version of you I last saw before you left; That version of you That only existed right there And then.
Now, long gone.
At least I still remember Your cheeks, convex, when you laughed; The sound of it, both real And politely fake; The veins of your wrist, kissed; Your thigh placed birthmark’s shape, And the power of your Loving gaze…
That you were kind, Believed in the world’s magic, and thereby Saw it created all around you.
I try to forget The way you were, When you fell out of love; Keep you at your most beautiful.
Perhaps, I don’t remember you at all then.
Only a specific version, And only parts thereof, And all polished up, nice and shiny.
Perhaps, That’s as good as it gets In terms of being eternal within Another human.
At least I still know How to pronounce your name; I remember I asked to be sure On an otherwise Immemorable day.
— 30-8-2021, M.A. Tempels ©
In the last few months things have been more abnormal, than normal for me. It’s pretty interesting to say that I find myself operating at a level of chaos that I shouldn’t be. Hectic situations are like being able to see the sun clearly. Where others only see purple storm clouds. I have always been grown. My youth was stolen from me. Ripped from the cage in my chest that holds my little beating heart. The adults around me forged a weapon against one another fom my little remains. Mother and child against father with son. Kin against kin.
Since the age of 7 years, adults have questioned me! Told me! Volun-told me what I should think and what I should do.
From there I was told how I should feel about my mother and ill fitting she was. And I was told about how much a loser my father was. Nothing, was fair for me. No experience of greatness thrusted for me to experiment of what I had come from. Only what I supposedly lacked.
By the ones we call family. On both sides, are the ones that create situations that ultimately have nothing to do with them. It’s always when the shoe is placed on the other foot they see how it feels.. …With no regret, I practice my bitch craft and I practice it fiercely. No hold bars. And anyone can catch a sift blade of my palatial sword. Burn from my relentless gaze.
I. Still angry because no one want to hear me speak. Vent, let out all of that anger. Tell my truth. I need to have the. Own up to what they have done. Admit that you were wrong and that I cost me emotionally type venting. In the end everything feels as it doesn’t matter because I was not planned more wanted in the first place. The shadows of there faces linger on my thought because I have been on my own for a very long while. I have been creating my own families. And still nothing ever compares. In one way or another I am, in the subtlest of ways. Reminded of my place in these places. In these groups, in these homes. I think that I will feel at ease. And at home, when I create my own organic family. Find my partner. Build a home. Create a stable life. And have babies.
I think that I’m ready to do this and never look back at those who I have come from. To never let my children and partner know what foolery, ignorance and contemptuous people that I birth from. “Now Is the time. Now is the hour. Now is the magic. Now is the power!”
You cannot tell me that if you died and came back you wouldn’t be a 110% done with this shit and have hopped your ass onto the “life’s a joke and I’m the punchline” mentality and started just cracking the most inappropriate ’____ we don’t say that!’ Strait faces Jokes ever. Like, and this isint one of those jokes cause I can’t think of any, if my parents suggested that I marry the guy who literally killed my I would just do the most dramatic and serious (cuz it’s gotta be believable) reenactment of ‘YOU KICK MIETTE?!?!?” Etc
tsk. this ‘aristocrat travels back in time years before her miserable death’ is too power fantasy not enough humor.
Shattered Promises: Henry Cavill x Reader
Note: This story explores the painful journey of a relationship's end and the process of healing and moving forward.
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The walls of the once-happy home felt suffocating as tension hung in the air. Henry Cavill stood before you, his face etched with a mixture of sorrow and resignation. The words he spoke felt like shards of glass, piercing your heart.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. I've found someone else," he uttered, his voice filled with remorse.
Shock washed over you, and your world crumbled in an instant. The promises of forever, the dreams you had built together, shattered into a million pieces. A lump formed in your throat, stifling the words that begged for an explanation.
Trying to compose yourself, you choked out a question, your voice trembling. "Henry, how... how did this happen? What went wrong?"
Henry's gaze flickered, avoiding your eyes. "I don't have all the answers, Y/N. Sometimes, feelings change, and I can't deny the connection I've found with someone else. It's not fair to you or to myself to pretend otherwise."
Pain coursed through your veins, tears blurring your vision. The weight of heartbreak settled upon your shoulders, threatening to crush you. In that moment, it felt as though your entire world had been torn apart.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as you navigated the aftermath of Henry's departure. The anguish and confusion lingered, but amidst the darkness, a flicker of resilience ignited within you. You resolved to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart and rebuild your life.
Surrounded by the support of loved ones, you embarked on a journey of self-discovery and healing. You sought solace in the embrace of friends who reminded you of your worth, who encouraged you to rediscover the depths of your strength.
As time passed, you grew stronger, finding solace in your passions and rediscovering the person you were before Henry entered your life. Each day brought new opportunities for growth and self-love.
But even as you forged ahead, the scars of your broken relationship remained. The memories of Henry's touch, his laughter, and the love you once shared haunted your thoughts, a constant reminder of what was lost.
Then, one day, as the sun bathed the world in golden light, you realized that the pain had transformed into something different—a bittersweet nostalgia that no longer held you captive. The wounds had begun to heal, paving the way for a future filled with hope and new beginnings.
In the midst of your healing, you discovered a strength you never knew existed. You found love within yourself and learned to embrace the person you had become.
And as you stood on the precipice of a new chapter, you knew that the pain of losing Henry had shaped you, but it did not define you. The world held infinite possibilities, and you were determined to embrace them with open arms.
In time, you found love again, a love that was built on a foundation of mutual respect and understanding. This love, though different, was no less profound. It reminded you that your heart could mend and that happiness could be found in unexpected places.
Henry remained a part of your story, a chapter that brought both joy and sorrow. The wounds he left behind had scarred, but they had also reminded you of your resilience and capacity to love.
As you moved forward, you carried the lessons learned from your past, cherishing the moments of happiness and growth. And with each step, you embraced the beautiful uncertainty of life, knowing that the future held infinite possibilities, even after the most devastating of heartbreaks.