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Unbeknownst to you, Death was watching from the corner of the hospital room when you were being born. Fascinated by life, it imprinted on you. As the years went by, Death saw you often being bullied at school and couldn’t do anything but watch; as taking the life of your bullies would have been too much of a verdict. However, you have just been kidnapped and Death is pissed.
Avenging Angels AU
(Yes, Tony’s are metal ones he constructed after his got damaged in Afghanistan)
“You have to surrender to your mediocrity, and just write. Because it’s hard, really hard, to write even a crappy book. But it’s better to write a book that kind of sucks rather than no book at all, as you wait around to magically become Faulkner. No one is going to write your book for you and you can’t write anybody’s book but your own.”
— Cheryl Strayed
(via maxkirin)
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[Drawing of a blue shark saying “Just because your best isn’t as effective as usual doesn’t mean you aren’t trying hard enough. Your best on your bad days doesn’t have to be the same as your best on your good days to be impressive. You’re trying really hard and I’m proud of you.” in a pink speech bubble.]
During your childhood, you believed that the moon was following you while you were sitting in the backseat of the car. As you grew older, you passed it off as a product of your wild imagination. Unbeknownst to you, the moon has actually been following you your entire life. You are the child of the moon.
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