Cat Noir’s heart screamed as he raced across the rooftops of Paris. It was all just too much. He’d bungled today’s akuma fight in a way that nearly got both himself and Ladybug buried in a giant pile of hay, and Ladybug had seemed more annoyed with him than usual. His plans with his friends for the weekend had just been canceled by the scheduling of an “important” photoshoot seemingly out of nowhere by his father. He had a big project due soon for school. And to top it off, he’d somehow managed to get in a fight with Nino when he’d called to tell him the bad news, and over something completely unrelated. The nightmare he’d just woken up from was the last straw: a replay of the day’s Akuma fight, and seeing his lady crushed under a gigantic hay bale. The lights of Paris weren’t as comforting as they normally were tonight, nor was the rush of air from his speed or the falling feeling at the end of his leaps. It may have been overly dramatic, but it felt like everything was breaking down
When you carry it with you knowing you must be the perfect one And battles against it rage as every part of the world comes undone And the ones that can help you the most you feel like you cannot reach for And the ones that are willing to hear are locked outside your house’s door There isn’t a day goes by that doesn’t reach for the latter And everything you want to say seems like it doesnt matter Cause in this endless loop where no one does their homework We find ourselves so unaware of anything but a knee jerk So go a bit crazy in this special sort of lockdown Because I’ve been here since before I left the playground And as I walked away I knew that you had no clue I kept my heart in check but I hid it away from you There is no room for growing any way I can And I cannot answer when somebody asks me “what is your plan?” And every time I want to finish what I started Before I open my mouth you’ve already departed And I will scream and wave my arms and no one will know the meaning And
Your Prompt: Geo’s mom gives Geo and Sonia very cheesy, matching shirts/sweaters/scarfs. Sonia does their very best to pretend that they love it. “Wait, is this for me…?” Sonia looked down at the carefully wrapped box she’d just been handed, not quite sure what to make of it. “Well, go ahead. Open it!” Hope was handing Geo a similarly sized box. “Thank you, Hope!” She began unwrapping the box. As she lifted the lid, she laid eyes on… The most hideous scarf she’d ever seen. The thing was pale yellow, with thin alternating zigzags of cerulean and lime green. Running the length of the scarf was a single, bright, purple stripe. It was the very definition of tacky. And looking over, it seemed that Geo had gotten the same thing. He was eyeing it suspiciously. Sonia, noticing this, didn’t drop her smile for an instant. This gift, as terrible as it was, was technically “something from a mother,” and because of that, there was no way she was going to even come close to showing any sort of
Why did I start posting these? by Poketoa, literature
Literature
Why did I start posting these?
A song adrift on a lonely sea
Calls the creatures below to their company
And the wolves in the woods raise their voice in the trees
But what does it mean to me?
The birds in the sky sing their songs on the breeze
And the rivers are clouds in their own memories
The place they return to will put them at ease
But what does it mean to me?
For the rocks on the hillsides tumble and fall
And the words on the page soon mean nothing at all
When something is missing, when something’s not here
And I cling to a thought I hold dear.
So I think of the oceans, the beasts of the sea
Pretending they’re singing their songs just for me
And the w