bright bracelet

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.
Wait For It - Jason Todd Soulmate AU

A/N: This was originally posted on @dcvalentineexchange as a gift for @rent-a-bat. I am really glad you liked it, doll.

Everyone is born with a bracelet. No one knows for sure why, whether it be evolution, fate, or God trying to makes things easier on humanity, but before you even take your first breath, the bracelet appears on your wrist. The color always starts out muted, on the very coldest end of the color spectrum. It is different for everyone, but most are born with a deep true blue. Very rarely is a person born with a green or even a purple bracelet, closer to the warmth of meeting their soulmate. Scientists had figured out long ago that the color of your bracelet changed with age, not distance, which kept many a lonely heart from wandering the world in search of their love.

Y/N’s parents were both born with purple bracelets. They met in middle school and continued on to be high school sweethearts. Even after being together so long, the bright white of their bracelets had yet to fade in the slightest.

Y/N, like the majority of the world, was born with the deep blue that meant she wouldn’t meet her soulmate for many years. She tried not to be jealous of her baby sister’s green wrist. Everyone has a soulmate right? And all good things come to those who wait. Everyday of her life she would wake up and check for any hint of change on her wrist, but for many years it remained blue.

She and her family, like many, decided to take pictures of the bands on birthdays to see the color change over the years. One of the happiest days in her memory was the day she realized that her band had become the slightest bit more purple since last year.

The day her little sister’s band turned white was painful and yet she was still happy. Her band was a lot more purple than it had once been, and she still had a long time to meet her mate. She watched many of her friends meet their soulmates in middle school and high school. She watched them and was content with the blue-purple of her band.

Until one day, she woke up in the middle of the night to see the purple fading into black. She turned on the light just in time to see the darkness spread until it engulfed every bit of pigment. She felt a cold chill engulf her entire body.

They were dead. Whoever they were. She would never meet her soulmate. She felt like oxygen was no longer enough for her body. She was lightheaded and the room was spinning, but no matter how much air she gulped, it didn’t change the emptiness in her chest.

She didn’t realize she was making noise until her parents burst into the room to find her sobbing and clutching her wrist to her chest.

Things changed after that. She tended to wear long sleeves or tie a wide ribbon over her band. For a little while she would pretend the band wasn’t black underneath. For a while she even would have sworn it was dark purple, but when she finally had the courage to look again, it was just as black as she remembered.

After several months, she grew used to it. The pain wasn’t as constant and seeing the black didn’t sting as bad. So she embraced it. She stopped trying to cover the fact that her soulmate was dead. People still flinched when they saw the black band on the wrist of one so young, only 17 and already alone. Many even went so far as to apologize, as if the words of a stranger could possibly change the color of her wrist.

One day, long after she had come to terms with the fact that she would never have a soulmate, she woke up to find her bracelet of magenta. Something had changed and she was much closer to meeting her soulmate than she had ever been before. She felt that same breathless feeling she had felt so long ago when her bracelet had first turned black. She had spent so long coming to terms with never meeting her soulmate that the idea of suddenly having one again was world shattering. What had suddenly changed? Why now? After all she had been through? Asking questions wasn’t going to change the color of her wrist and only time would bring the answers so she continued on best she could.

She heard about the new vigilante in town. He was shaking things up and making life hard for a lot of bad people, but he also stood against Batman. She didn’t really have a strong opinion about him, other than she didn’t want to get on his bad side.

She pretended not to notice how warm her bracelet was beginning to look. The fiery red her band was becoming, but it almost seemed to glow at times. She took to wearing long sleeved shirts again.

She didn’t expect her life to change again so soon, but not too long later she found herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was walking home from work when the Red Hood stumbled out of an alley and fell onto the sidewalk in front of her. She didn’t really put a lot into helping him, but before she knew it he was lying unconscious on her couch while she patched up his wounds.

She knew the moment he woke up. His breathing changed before he grabbed her wrist, his hand closing over her band. She let him gain his bearings and stayed silent while he realized he wasn’t in danger. Even though she had left his helmet on, she could tell the moment his eyes fixed on hers.

“Who are you?” His voice came out, garbled and a bit unnatural.

“Nobody.” She answered quietly.

They sat studying each other for several seconds before his eyes caught sight of his band. It was a vibrant snowy white against his skin. He slowly released her hand and gently moved the fabric of her sleeve to find that her band was the same.

That now familiar breathless feeling came back. Luckily her soulmate has good reflexes and caught her before she slipped of the couch and onto the floor.

“Are you okay?” He asked, extremely concerned at how his soulmate had reacted.

She nodded and steadied herself. He cautiously let her go and reached for his helmet. He lifted it off to reveal an attractive young man with dark hair and bright blue eyes.

“Hi, I’m Jason. And I guess I’m your soulmate, doll.”

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tfw your prediction is extremely off but hey

[[Klance. Security. Self indulgent fluffy Galra Keith w/ tail ficlet. Ao3]]

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Lance startles slightly when he feels something brush against his hip. He holds still for a solid ten ticks, afraid he might have woken Keith up. Keith’s the lighter sleeper of the two, and he doesn’t get enough rest. Once Lance is sure that that isn’t the case, he decides to investigate, blinking a few times when he sees a familiar purple tail. 

Ah.

He smiles softly, reaching to brush his fingers over the ends of the fur. Keith’s tail twitches, then tightens with the end pressing against Lance’s stomach. Lance isn’t sure he’ll ever fully be over the fact that Keith has a tail, much less the fact that it’s so flexible and strong. 

Not that he minds it, of course. Moments like these are exactly why he loves Keith’s tail so much. The unconscious desire to keep Lance close reminds him that he really is wanted. Loved. That he brings someone in the universe comfort simply by existing. More than once, Lance has found himself with a bright, furry bracelet around his wrist. A subtle way for the half-Galran Paladin to tether himself when the stress begins to eat at him. 

Lance rests his palm over his own stomach, pressing the soft fur flat against his skin. His eyes slide shut, and slowly, he drifts off.

It’s National Poem in Your Pocket Day! Today, I’m carrying around “The Relic” by John Donne. Do you have one?


Text:
When my grave is broke up again
Some second guest to entertain,
(For graves have learn’d that woman head,
To be to more than one a bed)
And he that digs it, spies
A bracelet of bright hair about the bone,
Will he not let'us alone,
And think that there a loving couple lies,
Who thought that this device might be some way
To make their souls, at the last busy day,
Meet at this grave, and make a little stay?

If this fall in a time, or land,
Where mis-devotion doth command,
Then he, that digs us up, will bring
Us to the bishop, and the king,
To make us relics; then
Thou shalt be a Mary Magdalen, and I
A something else thereby;
All women shall adore us, and some men;
And since at such time miracles are sought,
I would have that age by this paper taught
What miracles we harmless lovers wrought.

First, we lov’d well and faithfully,
Yet knew not what we lov’d, nor why;
Difference of sex no more we knew
Than our guardian angels do;
Coming and going, we
Perchance might kiss, but not between those meals;
Our hands ne'er touch’d the seals
Which nature, injur’d by late law, sets free;
These miracles we did, but now alas,
All measure, and all language, I should pass,
Should I tell what a miracle she was.

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The Ruined Maid, by Thomas Hardy

“O ‘Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!
Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town?
And whence such fair garments, such prosperi-ty?”
— “O didn’t you know I’d been ruined?” said she.

— “You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks,
Tired of digging potatoes, and spudding up docks;
And now you’ve gay bracelets and bright feathers three!”
— “Yes: that’s how we dress when we’re ruined,” said she.

— “At home in the barton you said thee’ and thou,’
And thik oon,’ and theäs oon,’ and t'other’; but now
Your talking quite fits 'ee for high compa-ny!”
— “Some polish is gained with one’s ruin,” said she.

— “Your hands were like paws then, your face blue and bleak
But now I’m bewitched by your delicate cheek,
And your little gloves fit as on any la-dy!”
— “We never do work when we’re ruined,” said she.

— “You used to call home-life a hag-ridden dream,
And you’d sigh, and you’d sock; but at present you seem
To know not of megrims or melancho-ly!”
— “True. One’s pretty lively when ruined,” said she.

— “I wish I had feathers, a fine sweeping gown,
And a delicate face, and could strut about Town!”
—  "My dear — a raw country girl, such as you be,
Cannot quite expect that.
You ain’t ruined,“ said she.

Wally and Dick having friendship bracelets gives me life.
Wally’s bracelet was bright red and yellow while Dick’s was red and black ( “dude, your bracelet remembers me of a ladybu-” sHUT UP KID MOUTH") they both wore the bracelets with their civilian clothes because wearing them in costume usually leads to friction burns or getting caught in bat-grapples. Both of them continued to them even after Wally left the hero game and Dick was leading the team.
Then drama™ happens and nether wanted to be best friends anymore. Bracelet were thrown in desk drawers or never seen again period.
And suddenly there was only one friendship bracelet left.

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sterek kissing under the fireworks

For the past hour, Derek’s nerves have been steadily creeping up.

He’s waved to Scott and Allison as they screeched around on the dodgem carts; Allison looking fiercely determined and Scott beaming with pride. He’s sat in horrified silence all the way round the big wheel; Lydia squeezing his arm and pointing out the view every few seconds. He’s amused himself, and Stiles, watching his face change in the hall of mirrors. Stiles was particularly tickled by how long Derek’s eyebrows went.

“You look like a really surprised cartoon!” He’d crowed before cackling at his fingers as he lifted his hands high above his head. Derek was vaguely distracted by the strip of skin showing between Stiles’ jeans and jacket as he stretched his arms up. He’d had to move on to the next mirror where Boyd and Erica were trying to scare some small children by making their eyes flash in the mirrors all around them.

He’s even wearing a cheap, ridiculous bright green bracelet Stiles won him on the shooting game. 

Derek has had a nice, normal, fun evening at a carnival, and now he’d like to go home. He’d like to leave immediately, if he’s honest, because in about three minutes he’s going to make a total fool of himself, and wish he’d never agreed to come out in the first place.

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