“Maybe That’s Why You Demonised Them, Turned Them Into Monsters, Because You Think Monsters Are Easier

hope is a skill

I’m fighting the urge to make a poly fic between Ari/Theseus/Nax bc Theseus has two hands and also Ari needs some influence to change the world. (I’ve watched four episodes of Kaos on Netflix and I love it) ((I’ll check back later to see how disastrous this idea may be)) (((I am not afraid to diverge canon so fucking much)))

*edit literally point .2 seconds later Nax is fucking dead. I’m gonna diverge canon so badly. (Plot twist they meet five years early and shit happens)

i've come to realize there are only two kinds of tragedies: preventable and inevitable. preventable tragedies are the kind where everything could have maybe worked out if only. if only romeo had gotten the second letter. if only juliet had woken up earlier. if only creon had changed his mind about antigone sooner. if only orpheus hadn't turned around.

inevitable tragedies are the kind where everything was always going to end terribly. of course macbeth gets deposed, he murdered his way to the throne. of course oedipus goes mad, he married his own mother. of course achilles dies in the war, he had to fulfill the prophecy in order to avenge his lover.

both kinds have their merits. the first is more emotionally impactful, letting the audience cling to hope until the very end, when it's snatched away all at once leaving nothing but a void. the second is more thematically resonant, tracking an inherent fatal flaw in its hero to a natural and understandable conclusion, making it abundantly clear why everything has to happen the way it does.

Because maybe Bradley burned down all of his bridges, but Jake never had any to begin with.

third times the charm by sapphic_terror on ao3 :)

but, our stories aren’t over yet.

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and we were supposed to be the saviors. the generation to fix it all. but they left us with a broken planet and no tools to fix it and then they sneered when we came to them, empty handed.

“you’re so privileged,” they chortle. “it’s because you’re always on your phone.”

we are the kids living in a nightmare. they say we’re numb to 9/11 but maybe that’s because what was the worst day for them could become just another thursday for us. school shootings every other day and a rapist on our Supreme Court but hey, that’s how it is, right? at least we have memes to tide us over until doomsday. this hellscape is somehow normal. our president says people should be deporting for kneeling during the national anthem and all we can is laugh at it. but we are no longer laughing because it’s a joke.

we’re laughing because we’re afraid.

afraid that the world is going to end before we even become adults, afraid that we’ll be plunged into another war because of a fucking tweet, afraid of shooters coming in through our doors and children being taken from their homes and the problem is that our fear is justified. that it’s real and it’s happening.

nearly everyone i know is queer, depressed, and/or sick of the adults in this world. sick of how 71% of our pollution is caused by 1% of the population. sick of how we can only sit here and listen to them tell us to take shorter showers because there’s nothing else we can do.

and fuck, have we tried to do everything we can. walk-outs, protests, boycotts. speak up and speak out, but it’s just too late. they’ve been digging underneath us this whole time and it’s only now that the floor’s collapsing that we see the pit. how it’s not that they’re not hearing us anymore. trust me, we’ve made sure they’ve heard. it’s just that they don’t care.

and suddenly all those dystopian futures don’t look so far away. you know, where people die in the streets because doctors refuse to see them. where people are silenced (shot, jailed, deported) for speaking out. sometimes I think I’ll wake up and everyone will be marching in rhythm.

they told us to save the world, but we never had a chance.

Girls be like ‘this is my comfort song’ and it’s the most emotional self destructive pining you’ve ever heard

got bored, made a wattpad account, dare I try my hand out at editing a fanfic of mine as well??

You know what my favorite twisters hc is? Addy having a little sister, obviously played by Mckenna Grace, who is just a teenager when her sister dies. But years later she ends up in the same town as The Wranglers + Kate and Javi (this taking place around a year after the movie) and not only is she the same age Addy was when she died, she’s also the spitting image of her. And did I mention that she also chases storms??? And did I mention that she’s a few months away from being older than her older sister and her entire life is about trying to make sure her sister didn’t die in vain, to live the life Addy didn’t get??? And did I mention she doesn’t talk to their parents so Gracie is utterly alone in this word??

Kate and Javi are finally healing and dealing with their issues and falling in love with the Wranglers, and then the girl they watched grow up, who looks exactly like Addy, rolls into their camp demanding to know if they finally accomplished what her sister died for. And all of their old trauma hits them with the grace of an EF5.

Anyways, I may or may not have wip called your my sister but your eyes are closed because I crave angst and forcing Kate + Javi to deal with all their issues :)