I think one of the saddest things is when two people really get to know each other: their secrets, their fears, their favorite things, what they love, what they hate, literally everything, and then they go back to being strangers. It’s like you have to walk past them and pretend like you never knew them, never even talked to them before, when really, you know everything about them.
ok i drag greek a lot, we all do, but do you ever just get that romantic feeling while you are struggling through it? Like you are translating a dead language and you don’t know who is speaking but it is like catching whispers behind a curtain, the voices lost and indistinguishable but the words remain, a shadow play of light without heat from stars now dead and light years away, snatches of things in a language no one learns on their mother’s knees anymore, foreign phrases and idioms in strange orders that sound more and more natural the more they appear to you - “Truly, you speak?” “Why indeed?” “I do not understand what you say” “I suppose” “To be one, or two?” Watching these words drop like pebbles and pass through other centuries, other decades, other languages and transcriptions, as blurred as they are illuminated.
I think one of the saddest things is when two people really get to know each other: their secrets, their fears, their favorite things, what they love, what they hate, literally everything, and they go back to being strangers. It’s like you have to walk past them and pretend like you never knew them, never even talked to them before, when really, you know everything about them.
Maybe you think you know me now. But I tend to change a lot. Sometimes for the worse. Sometimes for the better. And I think that makes me weird because by the time I change—we’re back to being strangers again. But I can never ever go back to yesterday because I used to love you back then. And now I’m a man filled with self-love. And you can go fuck yourself.
don’t let this numb you. don’t let people tell you to let it go, that you can’t be angry. direct your anger. use it as a drive for change. stand up for yourselves, stand up for your loved ones, stand up for strangers being harassed. fight back. fight back. fight back.
Aesthetics: Edgelord Sebastian pretending to be annoyed by his friends
I just realized that the trio all have issues with their dads (Sam’s being in the army and coming back a stranger, Sebastian (probably) going through his parents’ divorce and then living with his mom and Demetrius, and the possibility that Pierre isn’t Abigail’s biological father). Maybe that’s why Ape lumped this unlikely group of friends together? Who knows.
Screams echoed through the night as the small farming town was attacked, ravaged by vikings. Houses being burnt, people being murdered and raped, catastrophe all around. Her small frail body hid in the woods as she watched her home burn and her people killed by Vikings. Tears ran down her face as she watched. Realising she was unable to do anything she turned and ran, not stopping or slowing. By the time she stopped the sun began to rise, she looked around taking in the new scenery. In front of her was the ocean, calm unlike last night. She sat down on the sand taking in the quietness, that was until the sound of a horse and rattling wood caught her ears. She stood up in a hurry but didn’t hide quick enough as a voice called out to her to stop. She froze, unable to move, her back towards the stranger. Behind her she heard something being dragged but was mistaken when the body of a young man came to a halt in front of her. ‘He can’t walk?’ She asked herself, confused. “What is your name?” he asked but got no answer in return only a blank stare. “Do you understand me?” He asked, clearly starting to get irritated. She nodded and looked away avoiding eye contact. “Then answer me.” He demanded, she only shook her head. He reached up and pushed her to the ground. He crawled onto of her, wrapping his hands around her throat. “Answer me or I will kill you.” He said, he honestly didn’t want to kill her. She was beautiful, her face smooth and defined, big (e/c) eyes and lush pink lips. She reached up and pointed to her throat and shaking her hand. At first Ivar was confused but soon realised that she was trying to tell him that she couldn’t talk. He removed his hands and rolled off her. “Write your name in the sand.” He said. She sat up and ran her finger through the sand. “(y/n).” He said, she loved the way it sounded as it rolled off his tongue though she would never admit it. “Well (y/n) how about I take you back with me.”
I thought I would do this since I don’t want to do my assignments, but I’ve never done this before and I didn’t really know where else to go with this but whatever. Anyway so maybe one day I will do a part 2 or something. Also I will take requests, so just message me or something idk.
Update: There is a part 1, 2, 3 and 4 to this story now!
I just want to say that the Stranger Things Fandom is honestly the kindest, open and most beautiful fandom I have seen in a long time. I used to be on tumblr regularly a few years ago, but I was harassed so much with such negativity from a fandom that had grown toxic that I deleted my account. Returning back because of Stranger Things and being part of this wonderful community has just been so inspiring! It’s like a big family! <3