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The Demiurge of Destiny
The silence seeps out of the earth and into her bones.
The darkness creeps, it creeps close and into her soul.
She stands still, unyielding but nonetheless alone.
Her strength comes from those who live down below.
Living in an idyllic fantasy, free from any woe.
As she lifts with her petite hand, the shield to palisade,
The mephistophelian misery that obscures their fate.
She receives no recognition, for in history she has never been portrayed.
She adorns no gowns, no ornaments present in her locks that cascade.
Yet, her eyes they hide behind the vizard as she attends the ephemeral masquerade.
To watch her principles, to keep them safe.
The fires burn bright inside the ostentatious room.
Yet, in her veins, the cold blood morbidly looms.
She makes herself unobtrusive to the human eye.
As she stares at the cacodemon, its flesh charred and dry.
They battle fierce and they battle fast.
Each time they clash, one of them nearly falling apart.
Both fought the other trying to outlast.
The hellion sneers and questions her act, it taunts her, it taunts the people behind her back.
'You fight for them? These people there?
Who burnt your home without care?
Who turned the forests dark with despair?
Who'd agonize in the hurt ne'er?'
She inhales closing the apertures of sight,
Her heart in agony, her mind in plight.
Yet, her body stands, it stands to defend,
Staring at the demon she wills to rend.
'It matters not what my heart decides,
It matters not if the rivers run dry.
Gods are gods till the men decide.
And for these men, I shall lay down my life.'
The night dawns as she enters her hearthstone.
Blood trickles from her side as she suppresses a groan.
Shadows that loom chilling her down to the bone.
Fatigued and weary as she looks at the moon that shone.
She fights her battles, she sits on her throne.
She looks after the humans like they're young saplings she had sown.
She looks out to the horizon and into the unknown.
Shield in her hands, protecting on her own.
I'd commit arson for a good female lead
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Soft and Safe
I have a friend, let's call her Soft and Safe.
Let's call her that because it's shorter than Fluttering butterflies and excited hands waving, lilac purple capris and silk blouse, also soft ripped jeans and oversize hoodie. It's shorter than the Life of the party, social butterfly, but also sleepover deep talk.
She was the first one to fully support me when I came out as bi. She's still the one I feel most comfortable telling my insecurities to.
She's physically beautiful, yes, with brown curls and doe eyes, but more like her soul would make any body beautiful, you get it? It really doesn't matter how she looks. Does that make sense?
I know Soft and Safe doesn't see herself this way, so this is my way of telling her. A Tumblr post she'll never see.
Because all Soft and Safe sees is her flat chest and her acne prone skin. All she sees is that she was asked to the ball last in dance class last year. She was recently told she has depression, and she said "yeah, checks out." I don't think she sees how much I admire her, and want her to stay in my life forever. But I never told her.
So, how can you be sure you're not someone's Soft and Safe?
A war I didn't sign up for.
We're teenage girls, me and my friends. In every sense of the word.
We've got one who loves k-dramas, Tom Holland and makes great almond cake, we've got a tiny one who's sarcasm mutes me every time (to her great delight) and loves anime, we've got one who's the light and laughter of any party, who's soft safety and recently was diagnosed with depression, and we've got a childish and dreaming one who's beautiful, stunning. Everyone tells her. It frightens her.
I haven't seen my friends in a while.
No one's fault, just life. School, tests, a pandemic. So imagine my happiness! Our excitement! When a friend's friend invited us to a party, and we found time to meet up beforehand, to talk! Laugh! Eat pizza!
My friends came. And we laughed. I told them I've never been to a party, that I was pretty nervous. Soft And Safe grinned at me, told me it was fine, the boys that invited us were nice. And guess what? She had kissed one of them!! A drunken make-out, wasn't that cool??!
Then she stopped. Her smile slipped a little
Well, not that cool. She started, sitting there beside my bed.
Not all of it.
And sentence for sentence, Soft And Safe, who I grew up with, who I'd known like the other girls since I was ten, new in town and was adopted into their little group, hesitantly told me a story I'll never forget. Because it taught me life.
Because the boy she made out with was nice.
Until he asked her to kiss him on the cheek for a picture and she felt too uncomfortable and drunk to say no.
Until, when they were kissing alone in a room, he kept trying to put his hand under her shirt, even when she pushed it away.
Until he pulled her onto his lap, crotch pushed uncomfortably against her jeans, and held her waist down.
Until he barked at the girl checking up on Soft And Safe to get out.
Until he put his hand into her pants, and answered "everything is fine, relax", when she told him she didn't like that.
Until he pushed her over the sink.
Until, when she said she didn't want that and that they should go back downstairs, he got back claps and fist bumps from the other boys.
She got her best friend, whom she had rejected a week earlier, call her a slut. He said he could never see her the same way again.
We thought it wouldn't happen to us. But as we sat there in my room, staring at her forced smile, eyes frantic, we realised how she had done everything right.
And it had still happened.
It had happened to me three weeks earlier, at my gym.
And we realised
It wouldn't stop. We wouldn't grow out of it.
Being a woman would be a war we hadn't signed up for.
We went to the party. I saw him. I didn't deck him like I had planned. Because everyone would think I'm the one out of line.
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Point of view
So many men treating wo/men like shit
it feels like it doesn’t matter even a bit
But that isnt the bad thing about it
Its the matter of course thats the shit
Getting dickpicks without asking
Is the thing thats so blasting
Or be treated like a peace of meat
Doesn’t matter if you take a seat,
jump on the beat
or just stand on your feet.
They always find an opportunity
to catch a sight of your body heat.
Men thinking we cant see them gazing
They really think they are hazing
Their disrespect is just amazing.
Thinking we are dumb enough
To not recognise all the disgusting stuff.
Thats so unfair please remember that shit
Cause u wont be laughing about it
If that once happens to your kid
Never mind if daughter or son
They will be the burned one
It will stick to their memorys like a gum
I wonder what place you are from
there is nothing good you’ve ever done
And the world would be better when you’re gone
So go ask your mom
Where did this asshole behaviour come frome ?
What was the reason ?
Who’s fault
And what is this all about?
-B.I
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People need to hear this!
Dear teen girls,
Stop abusing your boyfriends and yes what you are doing is abuse.
Stop:
Yelling at him in front of his friends
Hitting or slapping him when he does or says something you don’t like
Telling him he doesn’t have a choice when it comes to decisions that involve both of you
Telling him he can’t hang out with friends because you don’t like him
Telling him to not talk to other girls even if they are his friend
Forcing him to spend every moment with you
Belittling him and pointing out all his flaws
Calling him stupid or making fun of him for making a mistake
Threatening to break up with him if he doesn’t do what you want
Being emotionally manipulative and crying until he does what you want
Accusing him of cheating every time he’s not with you
Blow up is phone if he doesn’t text you every five minutes
Telling him you are the must thing that has ever happened to him and no one else will love
Physically attacking him when ever you are mad
Forcing him to have sex despite that fact that he said he didn’t want to
Invading his privacy by going through his phone
Getting mad at him for changing his password and demanding he tell you what it is
If a guy did any of these things to a girl it would be considered abuse but since its the other way around its considered normal. Throughout High school I saw many girl treating their boyfriends like shit. Sometime even physically abusing them in the hallways and no one trying to stop it because its a girl attacking a boy.
Boys: If your girlfriend does anything on this list leave her. It is abuse and you deserve better.
Girls: if you find your self doing anything on this list to your boyfriend you need to knock it off because you are being abusive.