Can anyone explain the drama with Hero and After? I havent seen the movies but I’ve seen people saying lots about them?
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Not every wound is visible.
Some bleed only in thought.
It hurts,
but never as much as the possibility
that one day
this pain might become ordinary.
What terrifies me
is the day it stops hurting…
when the wound closes too cleanly,
when the scar forgets what cut it open.
That the heart, once feral with longing,
might learn to limp without screaming.
I fear becoming fluent in survival.
I fear waking up intact.
There is a violence in getting used to loss…
a slow, surgical removal of feeling,
layer by layer,
until the heart becomes a quiet room
where nothing echoes anymore.
I’ve tasted anguish raw,
and yet the terror is not suffering…
it is waking up one morning
and finding the suffering dull,
unremarkable,
no longer sharp enough to remind me I loved.
I have bled enough to know
that agony still speaks.
But numbness…
numbness is a grave with good manners.
I am not afraid of losing people.
I am afraid of losing the version of myself
who could still feel them
after they were gone.
I am afraid of the day
your absence no longer claws at my throat,
when your name no longer tastes like iron
in my mouth.
Because then it will mean
you have been metabolized,
digested into memory,
reduced to something harmless.
Even defeat,
when it still burns,
is proof that the heart resisted.
And love was never meant
to be harmless.
They say fear is cowardice,
but they have never felt this:
the trembling desire to be ruined again,
to ache so deeply
that even God has to look away.
Because what is love, really,
if not the audacity
to choose devastation
over indifference?
I have watched courage rot into habit,
watched passion decay into patience,
watched longing ask politely
before leaving the room.
And that…
that quiet erosion
terrifies me more than grief ever could.
I would rather my chest stay split open,
ribs pried apart like broken gates,
than have my hunger sealed shut
and labeled “maturity.”
I would rather burn endlessly
than become warm and forgettable.
I would rather bleed honestly
than heal into something hollow.
Because the greatest poverty
is not having nothing,
it is wanting nothing at all.
Poverty is when desire starves to death
without making a sound.
And if one day
this heart stops breaking,
if it learns the neat trick of survival,
if it no longer reaches for pain
like proof that love once lived here…
then that will be the day
nothing inside me
is alive enough
to hurt.
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I love the idea of Bucky trying to placate Steve and calm him down over something Steve sees as a great indignity but Bucky does not think is that serious and Bucky calling him baby and that only making Steve angrier
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I think if Becca is still alive when Bucky comes back, they’d have a really sappy heartfelt reunion and then immediately start bickering. She’d bring up a chore he left unfinished in 1939.
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#Shrug 🫧
#Stock 🍘
#Dips 🍀
#After 😊
#Alphabet 🍃
#Bets 💤
#$692M 🌊
#SundarPichai🌸
#Future 👀
#Vision🎴
Markets Shrug as Stock Dips After Alphabet Bets $692M on Pichai’s Future Vision
https://amoghavarshaonline.blogspot.com/2026/03/markets-shrug-as-stock-dips-after.html
ALTMarkets Shrug as Stock Dips After Alphabet Bets $692M on Pichai’s Future Vision
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just thought about Steve looking up at Bucky with his big stupid blue eyes while throating Bucky’s dick and nearly cried. peace and love on planet earth
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Must have been very jarring for Steve to have gone from being The Woker to being told ‘you Cannot say that’ all the time even though he’s trying very hard to be polite
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okay I’m getting serious about starting my revenge roadtrip fic but I’ve been in busy busy hell world so it’s been quite slow going to even do anything BUT I do know that
1) it starts in Indiana
2) Steve and Bucky are devastatingly codependent and obsessed with eachother so they go straight to rough sex. No working up to it just Steve getting pounded as soon as The Tent is brought up.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/80583581
Wrote a new fic this time, I tried making one for Hardin and Tessa from After
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Yokohama on fire after the 1923 Great Kantō Earthquake, Japan
Japanese vintage postcard
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Pieter van Sompel (Dutch etcher and engraver, ca. 1600-1644, or later)
Ixion and Nephele; engraving, 1620–24
after a 1615 painting by Peter Paul Rubens
Ixion, former king of the Lapiths, having desired Hera, committed Hubris [u as y] that resulted in his punisment: to be bound to a fiery, winged wheel and spin for ever in the Underworld.
He is depicted embracing Nephele (cloud goddess transformed by Zeus in the image of Hera)
The real Hera reveals herself in the center. Zeus sits on a cloud on the left. A peacock and an eagle accompany the gods; to the left and right of Hera are two putti, one of whom is trying to cover Nephele with a cloth; Medusa (head?) in the background on the right
- https://brandenburg.museum-digital.de/object/74064
- https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Ixion,roi_des_Lapithes,_tromp%C3%A9_par_Junon_qu%27il_voulait_s%C3%A9duire-Pierre_Paul_Rubens-_Mus%C3%A9e_du_Louvre_Peintures_RF_2121.jpg
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“The past
Diving
Into the
Future
Taking the
Only way
We know
Taking the
Only thing
That matters”
- The Go! Team
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Created an image version of my recently penned poem “After”. Since it’s a serious and sombre piece, I went with simple white text on a black background.
After
By Richard H. Fay
After your last word comes
Silence.
After your last breath comes
Stillness.
After your last dream comes
Blankness.
After your last thought comes
Nothingness.
After your last pang comes
Release.
After your last woe comes
Peace.
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almost just gave the sketchiest website ever my payment information because i thought i foubd this art book for less than 200 dollars
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Collapsed street in the 8th district of Paris after a heavy storm
French vintage postcard