she is still beautiful

In the Little Glimmers

Steggy Positivity Week, day 3
Prompt: Firsts

Summary: Parenthood is exhausting.

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“Remind me again why decided to do this?”

Weeks together in European trenches and days strategizing in underground bunkers, and Steve’s never seen Peggy look so drained. She’s still beautiful, but lipstick and curled hair are a distant memory. He knows he won’t exactly be winning any beauty contests though; he thinks he took a shower recently, but wouldn’t swear that it was actually within the last forty-eight hours.

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[Text: Black roses were her favorite. They reminded her of her soul. Although dark at times it still blossomed with beauty and love. She kept walls around her heart but she was still tender and kind. Sometimes we guard ourselves in order to survive.]

An excerpt from my poetry/art journal.

I cant wait until the day I wake up and sit on the kitchen countertop all pissed off because I’m not a morning person but then my wife comes walking up and stands between my legs and gives me a cup of coffee in a mug that says “good morning asshole” and kisses me sweetly but when she goes to walk away I wrap my legs around her so she cant escape and even though I’m still grumpy because Im awake shes so damn beautiful and the biggest fucking ray of sunshine so I just melt and smile at her in awe…ugh I cant wait for that.

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Remake of this gifset because bless the new gif size limit.

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Agent Vasquez in 2x11, The Martian Chronicles

She was damaged, just like me. That’s what made her so magnetic. Pulling me in with eyes that reflected a sadness similar to my own. A familiar pain in which I was drawn to.

But unlike me,
 She had a way of making broken look beautiful. Beautiful in the way that she still believed in fairytales. A hopeless romantic wanting to be swept off her feet. Aimlessly waiting for someone to break down her walls and actually stay this time.

I envied that about her. 
She believed in love and “happily ever afters”. And I worry there is no such thing.

My life is chaotic, just like hers. Maybe that’s what made me so magnetic. Pulling her in with eyes that reflected a fearfulness similar to her own. A familiar uncertainty in which she was drawn to.

But unlike her, 
I have a way of making broken look ugly. Ugly in the way that I am beginning to believe love is just a highly contagious disease. An infection that spreads throughout your body attacking your heart. Slowly decaying over time. And I am infected. My heart is nothing more than an unrecognizable pile of rotting flesh. And I have felt nothing but emptiness for as long as I can remember.

Maybe she envied that about me. 
I was numb. 
And she felt every emotion imaginable.

—  AB

Hey sis,

I hope my letters have been reaching you and dad. Handwritten stuff’s never been super reliable, but I guess it’s all we’ve got these days.

Anyway, in case you haven’t been getting them, I want to say I’m sorry for leaving the way I did. I know you told me it was a reckless idea and after everything I’ve been through I can definitely say you were right. It’s been hard. On all of us. And I’m not just talking about the monsters we’ve fought out here.

Every step we made took us further and further away from the things we knew. And every morning, we woke up wondering if just over the next hill would be something good, or something terrible.

It’s scary, not knowing what’s going to happen next. And the things we do know now - just how bad it can get… it almost makes it all worse. 

You told me once that bad things just happen. You were angry when you said it, and I didn’t want to listen, but you were right. 

Bad things do happen. All the time. Every day. Which is why I’m out here. To do whatever I can, wherever I can, and hopefully do some good.

We’ve all lost something. And I’ve seen what loss can do to people. But if we gave up every time we lost, then we’d never be able to move forward. 

We’d never have a chance to see what beautiful things the future might have waiting for us. 

We’d never have the strength to change, whether it’s ourselves or the world around us. 

And we’d never be there for other people who might one day be lost without us.

This is what we were training for, Yang. To become Huntresses. To be the ones to stand up and do something about all the bad in the world. 

Because there are plenty of people out there who are still lost, and even more who will try to gain everything they can from their sorrow.

Believe me when I say, I know it can feel impossible. Like every single day is a struggle against some unstoppable monster we can never hope to beat. But we have to try. 

If not for us, then for the people we’ve already the people we haven’t lost yet.

I miss you so much. I miss Weiss and Blake too. But I think you’d all be proud to know that I made it to Mistral. All of us did. And we even ran into Uncle Qrow along the way. 

He’s going to take us to see Professor Lionheart, the Headmaster of Haven Academy. And, he told us some things that you’re going to want to hear. Things I can’t trust will make it to you in this letter. 

But maybe, if you joined us, he could tell you himself. With Beacon gone, they’ll need dad at Signal more than ever. And I know you need to focus on yourself before I can expect you to come out with me. But it sure would be great to get Team RWBY back together again.

Until next time.

Your loving sister,
Ruby Rose

P.S. I’ll be sure to give you the address of where we’re staying in Mistral. I’d love to hear back from you and dad, and I can’t wait to fill you in on whatever’s going to happen next.

this dream is short but this dream is happy
—  Kiss of the Spider Woman by Manuel Puig