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Remembering The Unforgettable

@injuries-in-dust / injuries-in-dust.tumblr.com

"Write your injuries in dust, your benefits in marble.” - Benjamin Franklin. ~ My name is currently Adam, but I prefer to be known as Ashley. British. Wiccan. AMAB. Trans. Pronouns are He/She/They. For years I have struggled to cope with depression and self-injury. I'm not entirely free but I'm better than I used to be. Good days and bad ones. I'm a writer. While none have been published yet this does not stop me from writing. I love all things sci/fi and fantasy. Love Stephen King, Terry Pratchett, Agatha Christie, Michael Chrichton, and a large variety of other authors.
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moved-to-korrigantsionnach-deac

I want a story about a king whose son is prophesied to kill him so the king is like “whatever what am I supposed to do, kill my own kid wtf is wrong with you” so he just raises him as normal, doesn’t even tell him about the prophecy, and instead of some convoluted twist of events that leads to the king’s murder the son grows up and when the king is very old and dying and in excruciating pain the kid is just like alright I'mma put him out of his misery.

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broliloquy

The king’s son becomes the new king, and is prophesied to defeat evil and bring an age of prosperity. His generals and knights all crack their knuckles but he pretty much ignores them and focuses on strengthening the infrastructure of his kingdom. Forty years later he is old and sick but still hearing his subjects’ grievances, and a general’s like “how will you defeat the prophesied evil now? You’re old and weak.” Another visitor, a teenager fresh out of the kingdom’s public education system, looks at the general like he is an ignoramus. The king eradicated poverty, housed the homeless, taught the ignorant, ended class exploitation by abolishing the nobility and imprisoning the corrupt, and established a highly respected guild of doctors that recently figured out how to cure the plague. There are no brigands because there is enough wealth for everyone to live comfortably; hiding in the woods and taking trinkets from people simply doesn’t make any sense for anyone but the desperate, and the people are not desperate. Evil is a weed, explains the teenager. It grows in cracked roads and crumbling houses and forgotten corners, rooted in indifference and watered by suffering. But the king demands that broken things be mended and suffering people be made well.

No evil lives in this kingdom, says the teenager. It starved to death before I was born.

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broliloquy

Every once in a while, when I’m feeling down, I go and look at the notes on this post and they make me feel a lot better. This is the energy I want to carry into 2018.

For those who need to carry it into 2019.

And on to 2022

And into 2025

The art history version of “you’d look prettier if you smiled more”

you know what? fuck this *un-smiles your painting*

HAD to keep @furbearingbrick 's tag:

He gave her softer eyes, bigger breasts, a sweet inviting smile, narrower arms and wrists, and a less emphatic chin. A complacent and Proper Maiden for his smug consumption.

That is NOT what the artist painted.

The artist painted the cleaned image. Thank goodness and highly skilled people that we get to see it.

I'm so mad that the restored version is cropped in the photos there. I badly wanted to see the whole background cleaned. That SKY. SHOW ME IT.

NEVERMIND. The fucker who added boobs and a coy smile also pasted on a whole strip of new canvas at the top and slapped a skyline on there. o_0

Wow. The Kind of Guy(tm) who would do that really hasn't changed.

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