My Greatest Fear Is Growing Old Without You.

A button poetry inspired by the Norse mythology comic by @yeehawpim

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When the Gods came to the Great wolf

Fenrir

He must have thought it just another day

Bright and grand

He must have thought it a game

These were the people who had raised him

And there was Tyr

his friend

They bind him He broke free

He must have rejoiced in his victory

Then the gods came again With different chains

Doubt would have taken hold But he must have ignored it

Bolstering his resolve in his strength thinking

He had nothing to fear

Since Tyr was there

But when the gods

Brought forth the cords

He must have sensed something amiss

This was no game

They wanted something from him

He must have recalled The fleeting hateful stares

But he also must have also remembered

How he played with Tyr

He would not let anything Happen to him

He must have cursed himself

For doubting his friend

For asking for Tyr's hand

But what is done is done he couldn’t go back

And now I sit and wonder

When the wolf couldn't break the cords

Did he pause?

Did Tyr know what would happen?

And offered his flesh regardless?

Or Maybe In guild for what was going to happen to his friend?

What he had caused?

There must have been A moment

When the great wolf pled

Hoping that he would be saved by his friend

Or maybe he wished for Tyr to pull back his hand?

And now I think

That when the wolf bit down

Maybe it wasn't from anger

Maybe it was from sorrow

His friend had made his choice

So maybe he bit

So the blood would hide his tears

Tyr was there

And he had betrayed him

Thank. I feel normalized. Never ever found anything that summed up my life better than this. Damn.

Normalize getting sluttier, bloodier, and overall more insane

You ship Destiel?

       Of course I ship Destiel. Have you seen My    

       posts?????

I second this. I see no point in staying where I am not needed. If it's always me running after you. It feels like I want you while you simply tolerate me out of politeness.

I cannot be the only one to initiate everything in my relationships anymore I’m going to go insane I need to be needed

You ask me If I'm okay

The answer is always no,

So long as you are away.

I immediately thought of her...

Even though I am usually thinking of her.

This hit me the hardest

The moment when distraction break. When we realize that we live our lives going from one task to another trying not to obsess over one thing over one being.

Then moments like this when distraction breaks and we realize we were living a lie. The person is never truly gone and distractions won't change the fact that we are in the end, all alone

The hurt. That makes us pause. That hurts something special.

I was widdling a stick to make it smooth and my cousin says...

"Oh, you're skinning a stick... Who broke your heart?"

I immediately thought of her...

Even though I'm usually thinking of her.

I wanted to tell my cousin that I've been in love with the same person and or girl for the last 7 plus years...

But I didn't.

Even though my cousin is, I think the only one in my family, other than my Mom, to know I'm not exactly straight.

I am so obsessed

         Got you so ingrained in me

  Your taste your smell your feel too

         So everytime my lips meet

          No doubt they only talk of you.

One of my favorite posts.

We don’t appreciate the fact that Bruce Wayne is a Kardasian level celebrity enough. Everyone knows him. I want more one shots and crack fic moments where the League (Pre identity reveals) just openly talk about Bruce Wayne in front of Batman.

Just imagine them playing fuck, marry, kill with famous actors and such and throwing Bruce into the mix. And Batman just sits there, silently suffering as he listens to the reasons why Flash and Lantern would marry, fuck, or kill him. He prays they choose kill. They don’t.

A master post of Thomas Romain’s art tutorials.

There’s not enough space to post all of them, SO here’s links to everything he has posted (on twitter) so far : 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12. 

Now that new semesters have started, I thought people might need these. Enjoy your lessons!

Tumbler needs a separate button for call-out posts.

characters who view themselves as tools/weapons first and people second... characters who martyr themselves for a cause because they think that's the only way they can be worth something... characters who push themselves past their breaking point again and again and again... characters for whom devotion and masochism are inseparable... characters whose self-sacrifice becomes self-annihilation...... what was my point again? i had a point. anyway.