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There are two types of people in a small town. The ones who are suffocating, counting down every day until they can leave, and the ones who stay.
Sirius leaves. Regulus doesn't.
When Sirius returns six years later, it's to find that nothing is quite as he expected.
Sometimes you break the cycle, and sometimes, it breaks you.
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Or, the deeply southern, American, friends to lovers to exes to lovers AU.
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05 Jul 2024
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I saw some people talking about this masterpiece on tiktok a few days ago so I decided to read it again. The first time God bless America came into my life I was in a really bad mental space, so I took to my heart lots of the the pain and the suffering that all of them have towards their city and the things that happened in their lives when they were young, in a really personal way cuz somehow funny enough I kind of lived through the similar things, I believe that's why I was blind to the pivotal reflections that happens towards the end and the forgiveness lesson of it all. Years after all that im glad to be able to appreciate and feel close to whats its written in a new way, to understand what is being said with a open heart and kinder mind. Let us find peace in not being perpetually shackled to the mistakes we made as kids trying to live and to be loved, allow the town be washed free of the hatred and violence its people feed it through generations, let us never be afraid of coming home and deciding to stay for a little more time, just until our hearts are full and the house is free of those same old ghosts.
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the line is covered in jellyfish by staroverlord
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends
28 Dec 2025
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When Viktor finally asks why Jayce stayed behind inside the Anomaly with him, Jayce stares at him as though he’s supremely disappointed by the question— as if Viktor has betrayed his own brilliance by asking something so irredeemably stupid. “How could I not? We’re partners.”
Partners, Jayce calls them. Not for the first time, Viktor wonders: Partners in what?
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Or: Jayce and Viktor survive the Hexcore, a blizzard, their own bodies, sharing a bed and all the things they’re too afraid to say. Slowly, they put themselves back together— piece by stubborn piece.
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10 Aug 2025
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staroverlord could write Romeo & juliet, but i dont think shakespeare could write the line is covered in jellyfish
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"Oh, right. You're not my Mike."
"…huh?"
Will sighs, moving his hand back to his chest, settling it comfortably under his chin.
"I thought you were," he continues, like what he was saying made any sense and he wasn't talking about Mike to Mike like they were two different people, "for a moment, at least. But my Mike doesn't look like you. Doesn't act like you."
or: after the fight at the MAC-Z, Will can feel his bones breaking even though they're completely fine and gets fed a heavy dose of painkillers that might as well function as a truth serum too.
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13 Feb 2026
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idk why but this is so orpheus and euridice coded in my mind
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The two miss each other over and over again. It's a dance in which a hair-thin margin forever separates them. Two ships passing each other in the night, never crashing into each other in that surely-destined way. The way that the sun believes them to be—destined, that is. Or maybe it is less destined than it is this purposeful rewiring; the sun grabs the strings of fate and knits miles of warmth in the shape of the moon's name.
It's reverence, it's devotion, it's piteous. It's the only thing to get him through the endlessly dark days in waiting for it, in wishing for it: the selenelion.
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