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She isn't your answered prayer.
She nags.
She isn't your answered prayer.
She argues.
She questions your intention.
She isn't your answered prayer.
She bleeds.
She crumbles.
She isn't perfect.
She isn't your answered prayer.
Sometimes she crawls back to her hide.
She isn't your answered prayer.
She lets negative thoughts swarm inside her head.
She drains the energy out of you.
She isn't your answered prayer.
She doubts.
She curses.
She remembers her traumas.
She isn't your answered prayer.
She drives you to the wall.
She isn't your answered prayer.
She shatters the illusion of a perfect relationship.
She isn't the ideal girl.
She isn't your answered prayer.
But she chose you over others who pursued her.
She tries to silence her demons when you're near.
She compromises.
She isn't your answered prayer.
But you should love her just the same.
-answered prayer,
katie, 18:00
If we will ever come to a point where goodbye is inevitable, I will not ask you to teach me how to forget. Instead, I will ask you to show me how to remember. We made so many beautiful memories together, it's a shame to erase them all just because we have to part, and can no longer go back to the beginning to fall in love again. No, no matter how much it will hurt, I won't ask you to teach me how to forget. I will walk all the paths we've trodden and remember how your laughter sounded, how your fingers curled around mine, how your hair smelled under the sun, how your lips tasted. I will remember every bit of you, so when I am finally ready to let go, I can let all of you go the way I've let all the kites fly away when I was young and life was innocent and gentle and kind.
-let go,
katie, 17:30
If we will ever come to a point where goodbye is inevitable, I will not ask you to teach me how to forget. Instead, I will ask you to show me how to remember. We made so many beautiful memories together, it's a shame to erase them all just because we have to part, and can no longer go back to the beginning to fall in love again. No, no matter how much it will hurt, I won't ask you to teach me how to forget. I will walk all the paths we've trodden and remember how your laughter sounded, how your fingers curled around mine, how your hair smelled under the sun, how your lips tasted. I will remember every bit of you, so when I am finally ready to let go, I can let all of you go the way I've let all the kites fly away when I was young and life was innocent and gentle and kind.
-let go,
katie, 17:30
If we will ever come to a point where goodbye is inevitable, I will not ask you to teach me how to forget. Instead, I will ask you to show me how to remember. We made so many beautiful memories together, it's a shame to erase them all just because we have to part, and can no longer go back to the beginning to fall in love again. No, no matter how much it will hurt, I won't ask you to teach me how to forget. I will walk all the paths we've trodden and remember how your laughter sounded, how your fingers curled around mine, how your hair smelled under the sun, how your lips tasted. I will remember every bit of you, so when I am finally ready to let go, I can let all of you go the way I've let all the kites fly away when I was young and life was innocent and gentle and kind.
-let go,
katie, 17:30
We don’t accept ourselves for who we are or how we are but we expect other people to accept us how we are. And when you ask this question “If you could change one thing in your body what would it be ?” to like your friends, family and you listen to their answers and you think they’re stupid to change anything about their body and you go “noooo are you nuts you’re perfect. looks fade its what inside that really matter” and all that. But we never really say that to ourselves, right? We’d consider ourselves stupid to think we’re perfect or our face is perfect and we’re kind and funny, but when someone else says all this to us we like to believe them and it makes our day and you start to think that yea probably im not fat, or im perfect im funny because they think we are. We don’t believe our own voices and our eyes but we believe theirs. And we believe we are perfect and beautiful only because they tell us that we are. And if you say you don’t need people who cannot accept you for who you are. Would you abandon yourself as well?
—We Can All be Heroes (WIP)
—introduction
✧ genre | Sci-Fi, (LGBTQ+) Romance, YA
✧ POV | third person, alternating
✧ tropes | opposites attract, slow burn, mutual pining, government corruption, super-mutated soldiers, mutant high school
✧ warnings | mentions of war, mentions of death, mentions of past emotional & physical abuse, mentions of human experimentation, genre appropriate violence, cussing/foul language
✧ elevator pitch | two mutated gay superheroes fall in love while fighting a corrupt figurehead of their respective high school.
—status
✧ status | editing // 30 chapters
✧ word count | 57482
✧ tag(s) | #wcabh
—synopsis
Jonah ‘Spit’ Doe, a student in a not-so prestigious academy for mutants, is exactly that; a mutant. Faced with discrimination for his abilities, which include his corrosive saliva and subsequent regenerative power, he’s been seen as a freak among nature. He lives up to his title, though, and has garnered quite the reputation for himself for his poor habits of picking fights, causing public unrest amongst the school, and melting school property with his spit. Spit, as he likes to be called, also holds certain beliefs that rival that of the purpose of the school; to create an army of super-powered soldiers from mere children. Spit refuses to become a dog of the military, and he lets this be known. He’s a terror on school grounds.
Now, enter Coda Redd, another student and prodigy of the school. Hand-picked by the Principal herself for his power, endurance, patience, and prestige, Coda is everything Spit stands against. Everything that Spit isn’t and refuses to become. When Coda is assigned to babysit Spit, however, as a special project from the Principal herself, will the two be able to stomach each other?
Sprinkle in bits of corruption, rebellion, and romance and you’ll have yourself their story. A story for believers, for those who hold hope for the greater good.
—characters
✧ Jonah ‘Spit’ Doe | 8teen | “No, no, I can’t. Who would I be if I just let him do his job? He’d think he fixed me, and I can’t have that. I have a reputation to uphold.”
✧ Coda Redd | 8teen | “Then why do it?! Gah, I can’t believe I fell for a moron like you!”
✧ Iven Doe | 8teen | “You think we’re safe in that school?”
✧ Kieran Doe | 7teen | “Yeah, he nearly lost his eyebrows for months!”
✧ Alphonse ‘Alfie’ Erics | 9teen | “You need to, for your own sake, make amends for whatever happened. Do what you can and don’t expect more from yourself.”
✧ Jasmine Hoyos | 8teen | “It just, it seems like you planned this for a while and you didn’t… tell me?”
✧ Noel Doe | 9teen | “Ready.”
✧ Edward Wagner | 26 | “Doe! You’re ten minutes late, mind explaining yourself?”
✧ Amias Wagner | 23 | “We want to help.”
✧ The Principal | 32 | “You could’ve been great, Jonah. A fine soldier.”
—extra
✧ playlist
✧ Coda Redd, Amias Wagner belong to Cass
✧ Jasmine Hoyos belongs to Arial
✧ taglist
@night1rst , @001arial
@zoya-writes , @darkmatternonsense
@pretend-im-normal , @opes-magnas
I am my mother’s daughter. I love someone until I cannot find enough love for myself, I scream into an empty void hoping anyone can hear me and come help, and if they do I won’t accept the help because I am also strong to a fault. I convince myself I need to be strong enough for everyone around me so they won’t fall, but who is there when I fall? My mom and I go in a constant cycle of being there for one another, I cry on her shoulder then within the hour she is crying on mine, we are one in the same. Some days I feel I only have my mom to talk to because we have had similar experiences in the worst ways possible. My mother and I have a trauma bond, we have seen too much together and I am not sure if that helps us or sends us deeper into the darkest pits of our minds. I fear I ruined my mother in some way, she had more going for her before I came along, I wish I could fix it all. I have tried my whole life not to be a carbon copy of my mother, that’s what everyone expected of me, but at the end of the day I am my mother’s daughter. I’m sorry.
Still learning how to do basic stuff with my Chromebook. Would've posted this yesterday but I got frustrated and gave up. This was a more impulsive poem that came together faster than usual. #poetry #poem #poetsofinstagram #originalpoetry #writing #originalwriting https://www.instagram.com/p/CNFW5LzLs-h/?igshid=v0qp7flj9ke4
Today's a good day. I got accepted to grad school. I think this is a good poem for the occasion. #writing #writersofinstagram #poetry #poem #photography #originalwriting #originalpoetry #originalphotography #growth https://www.instagram.com/p/CNawf9LLcl_/?igshid=163vjigi4de03
I've been away for a bit and I haven't really been in the mood for writing. I have been writing anyway but it's mostly been grim side. This is the first positive thing I've written as of late. For those who don't know, my father has recently passed away from cancer and my family and I have been dealing with that. We're doing alright but it's never an easy thing to deal with no matter how prepared you think you are. This poem came to me this morning as a woke up, and was the perfect excuse to get back to writing. #poetry #poem #poetsofinstagram #originalpoetry #writing #writersofinstagram #originalwriting #imagism #nature #naturepoem #naturepoems #sunshine https://www.instagram.com/p/COO44slLWvy/?igshid=17n2e9e7p5tmm
It has been a very busy month or so. Despite that, I have still been writing, it's just that most of it isn't very positive and that's not what I want to put out there right now. I think I'm going to focus on very short pieces for a while longer. #poetry #poem #poetsofinstagram #originalpoetry #writing #writersofinstagram #originalwriting #originalphotography #me #suit #jamesbaldwin https://www.instagram.com/p/CO-suk6r9oA/?igshid=1nl3th62h9od9
Brood X got me thinking a lot about bugs. #poetry #poem #poetsofinstagram #originalpoetry #writing #writersofinstagram #originalwriting #originalphotography #dragonfly #insects #imigism https://www.instagram.com/p/CP36mRFLkzT/?utm_medium=tumblr
The biggest hindrance to my regular posting is making interesting images as backdrops... and Destiny 2. #poetry #poem #poetsofinstagram #originalpoetry #writing #writersofinstagram #originalwriting #originalphotography https://www.instagram.com/p/CQuTgJmLtX6/?utm_medium=tumblr
Do you ever get that feeling in the back of your mind that urges you to do more with your time? Like having free time is something negative and relaxing means you're forgetting something important. Consider this a reminder that wherever you are in life and whatever you have pending on the horizon, know that you are enough and never feel bad about taking some personal reflection time. #poetry #poem #poetsofinstagram #originalpoetry #writing #writersofinstagram #originalwriting #originalphotography #motivation #selflove https://www.instagram.com/p/CRhq9IRrGW5/?utm_medium=tumblr
#poetry #poem #poetsofinstagram #originalpoetry #writing #writersofinstagram #originalwriting #originalphotography #existentialism #citywalk #newyork #nowthatsnewyork #nowdatsnewyawk #cityscape #bigapple (at Manhattan, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSkFlmGLM5T/?utm_medium=tumblr
I've been away for bit. I took some time to myself and went on a much needed vacation. Found a bit of myself in New York and have been feeling pretty good ever since. I also started achool again so I'm going to be pretty busy for a while. I found an old dream journal that I used to keep and got to relive some deep thoughts and memories. The opening lines for this one likely came from a dream I had. Shame I don't dream the way I used to. #poetry #poem #poetsofinstagram #originalpoetry #writing #writersofinstagram #originalwriting #originalphotography #tarot #tarotcards #love #lovers #deathtarot #deviltarot #loverstarot #tarotdeck #dreampoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/CTv0V17rnH2/?utm_medium=tumblr