how is everyone?
“In the beginning we were a group of nine. They are hunting us, and they won’t stop until they’ve killed us all.”
Well I mean
garde + first spoken words (in chronological order)
Also I took a pretty photo of my shelves
Just because your bookshelves are full doesn’t mean you should stop buying books.
It just means you need to buy another bookshelf too.
This is the kind of support I need.
controversial writing tip
open a document and start writing
Wow I feel attacked.
My emotions are valid*
*valid does not mean healthy, or good, or to be privileged above common sense and kindness
A distinction for anyone who is young and hasn’t figured this out yet:
You are allowed to have whatever emotions you want. No one can control your emotions. Emotions are healthy responses to things.
You are not allowed to have behaviors that are harmful just because you have certain emotions. Your behaviors are what you can control, and they are far easier to control than your emotions.
You can be jealous about someone or their talents until you turn green, but it is harmful to yourself and to that person if you try to sabotage them because of it. You can be so angry you can literally feel your temperature rise, but this does not give you permission to rage at others.
Your emotions are valid. They are always valid. You are a person of value. However, you behaviors are not always justified just because of those emotions. You may not be able to control you emotions, but you can certainly control your behaviors.
Nine, Now Eight. Are the rest of you out there?
Pairing: Marina/Eight
Tags: Mentions of Character Death, Angst, Flashbacks, Canon Divergence
Note: Here's a lil something I wrote for the #LorienLegaciesFicExchange || please do not repost
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Lorien Legacies: Eight/Naveen
For: @eighthgarde
Not to start shit but - remember when Marina wore Eight's pendant after he died?
being in love is a very strange thing.
Favorite Lorien Legacies Pairings. (inspired by this)
The Fall of Five AU where Marina dies instead of Eight
I hear a voice in my head.
Eight, it’s been weeks.
The sun peaks out from the edges of the blinds. I can’t remember the last time they were opened. I’m not coming, Ella.
But we need you. If this is about Marina…
Feelings of repressed guilt and grief suddenly come rushing back just at the thought of her name. Something inside me snaps. Don’t start with this again. It’s my fault she’s gone.
But Ella persists. There wasn’t anything you could do…
I could’ve teleported and saved her! I could have stopped Five! I could have done something! Suddenly, I’m gasping for air. Reliving that moment. It’s not one smooth memory. Instead, it comes in flashes and echoes and screams. It’s all my fault… It… Should have… It should have been me Ella! Just please… Please don’t pretend you understand what I’m feeling. Leave me alone. I was alone for so long. It seems easier to return to solitude. There was no pain in that solitude, just emptiness.
There’s a long pause. Then five words.
Eight, I loved her too.