Apr. 30th, 2025

atlantablack: back view of a girl standing in front of a blurry moving train it has a pink orange filter on it (Default)

The Last Prom Queen in Antarctica by Ocean Vuong

It's true I'm all talk & a French tuck
but so what. Like the wind, I ride
my own life. Neon light electric
in the wet part of a roadkill
on the street where I cut my teeth
on the good sin. I want to
take care of our planet
because I need a beautiful
graveyard. It's true I'm not a writer
but a faucet underwater. When the flood comes
I'll raise my hand so they know
who to shoot. The sky flashes. The sea
yearns. I myself
am hell. Everyone's here. Sometimes
I go to parties just to dangle my feet
out of high windows, among people.
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from Time is a Mother - pg. 36
atlantablack: back view of a girl standing in front of a blurry moving train it has a pink orange filter on it (Default)
Fandom: TOLKIEN J. R. R. • The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth
Rating: T+
Relationship: Fëanor & Fingolfin | Fëanor & Findis & Fingolfin & Lalwen & Finarfin
Word Count: 6,984
ExpandContent Warnings )ExpandChapters: )
Summary:

Anger flares swift and bright in Fëanor's eyes. "Your life is not an acceptable risk! Just because you have continued to wake up so far does not mean you have any guarantee you will continue to do so in the future!"

"I know," he tells Fëanor, because he does. He just hadn't cared. "But even if this is the last song, the last chance, my death would have still run him off. Would have hopefully given you all more time."

Fëanor leans forward until he is right in Fingolfin’s face, a terrible anger on his face, and Fingolfin would be scared if he were not grappling with the idea that the anger is fear for him, not anger because of him. "Your life is not an acceptable risk," Fëanor hisses. "If you were not grievously injured—"

"You'd punch me?" he finishes, laughing softly.
ExpandBeginning Notes: )Expandthe dead don't die, the heart still beats )ExpandEnd Notes )

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