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vaginadentatas69 · 8 months
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what i should not do: spend $200 of this weekends paycheck on weed
what im going to do: spend $200 on weed because im so crabby and antisocial and unmotivated to do anything when im sober
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miqojak · 2 years
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FFXIV Write Prompt #8: Tepid
“But the fact is, dreams catch us with our armor off.”
― Victoria Schwab, The Unbound
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(( Brief mention of (who else, but) @throneoflevin ! ))
Her tea had long since gone cold - she'd run a bath in the meantime, and had entirely forgotten about the specialty brew she'd made, and been drinking before bed for... how long, now? A couple years?
It didn't work so well, anymore, at preventing the dreams.
Nightmares.
A deep, and dreamless sleep had been a boon to make her weak in the knees, but... she'd known that the tea wasn't a permanent fix; merely a bandage for a much deeper wound that haunted the little woman.
The bath water, at least, was hot enough to sear away any thoughts of what night's grip would do with her once it got its claws in her again; the tea had been less and less effective as time had gone on, and it was time to find out if the fall of Garlemald would, in fact, help lessen her nightmares... or maybe even the intensity thereof.
Down, down she let herself sink, closing mismatched eyes until naught but her ears stood above water, loathe to get liquid in them before bed - frustrated to find, as she came back up for a long, slow breath of the spiced, scented air - that as good as the searing heat felt? Nothing had changed.
She'd still be facing her tormentors in her sleep.
She'd still be alone, his scent fading from her pillows, as she went back to being the other girl, in her sleep. The one Garlemald crushed, warped, and left as a cruel vestige of their twisted nation's ambition.
Part of her had feared that Ketsuchi would bear witness to... to the humiliation of her - her, the woman so full of fury she practically vibrated with it - being caught in the grasp of long-gone tormentors each night, and yet... there were far fewer episodes when he was in her bed. She didn't dress it up in any magically romantic facade, however - they'd both tried their hands at playing savior to more than one person, in their youth, and others had paid the price... leaving them to keep paying their price with every sun that rose; a torture that never truly ended.
Maybe it was just a warm body nearby that told the little woman's unconscious mind that there was no way she could be in a cell again, because she'd always been alone, there. Isolated. Not even an onze of hope, or warmth, in the endlessly bleak march of torturous days.
And maybe it was because, for the first time since she'd been surrounded by a family now long lost, she could finally trust someone completely. Quieter, grew the paranoid voice in her mind that said everyone would betray her... her own twin had, in the end, hadn't he? But no, she couldn't fathom betrayal from her Wolf, now... just the inevitable loss that death brings with it, and all too soon for people like them.
Those thoughts weren't of any more use - or help - however, than the fearful ones that told her the nightmares were lying in wait, just beyond the bathroom wall, in a bed more comfortable than she'd ever imagined herself sleeping in, once upon a time.
Jak's bathwater was as tepid as the forgotten tea, as she dragged herself, dripping, from the bathtub... and back to a war that, she was afraid, she would never stop fighting in her dreams.
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crimmson · 1 year
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o h n o
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melodicbreeze · 2 years
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“Just what have I missed...?”
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when King Woman said “I've never felt like a normal person / I hang my head, I'm not feeling right” and when Lingua Ignota said “Remember this body is not your home” and when Pharmakon said “I'm a stranger in this vessel / And estranged and separate” and when SubRosa said “The earth is shifting like a plate / My skin doesn’t fit anymore”
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hiratlas0-official · 1 year
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You don’t know me but I know your gf (and bf sort of). it was a relief to know she was leaving MN but really creepy when we learned she was moving in with someone so young. she has always had deep control issues and i was really scared for you (i didn’t know your identity until recently and prodded around until i found some way to write to you here)… i’m sorry this happened to you and i hope you are safe wherever you are. all i can say is DO NOT GO BACK TO THEM. if they know any of your passwords (or if you kept any saved on a shared device) CHANGE THEM NOW! the abuse you documented is no joke and can really escalate when they feel like they lost control of a situation and you leaving may trigger that. you’re physically removed which is good!! don’t forget to remove yourself from their influence virtually too… please know that your well being is cared about, even anonymously!!!
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Hi anon. I have a feeling I know who you are, as I've heard a lot from both my ex's history. Honestly, it's taken me quite a bit to feel comfortable talking about all this. So let me set some things straight.
1) I appreciate the support. I do. Knowing people still care means a lot.
2) don't talk badly about my exes. They have a lot they know about me and vice versa that without context makes us both look bad. I'm sure that because I just got out of the situation, I'm still seeing things through a rose colored tint, and as the years go by, I may become more open about the abuse I went through, but as of now, I am trying to believe the best in them, and in myself. Please don't spread hate to them or about them. The last thing I need is them dragging more attention to it.
3) if you know them personally, then whatever you do, do NOT update them on my situation. I will repeat.
If you know my exes personally, do not update them on my situation.
that means no streams, no moves, no purchases, anything. I'm trying to cut as clean and start over as best as I can, and I want to come out of his with as few scrapes from the broken pieces of my life as possible. That includes keeping myself from them.
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pwerfumes · 2 years
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bro fevers are the worst ;-;
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doctorwormcore · 7 months
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What i think i love the most about the live action is just how much love there is? Yeah its different from the anime, but honestly....kinda better. I love how kind they all are, the strawhats clearly just love each other already, their own little family
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joeycupcakerichter · 7 months
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i miss the time before Ted was revealed as Homeless Guy.
my comfort trashfire became so depressing that I truly feel like it ruins his whole character and now nothing matters when it comes to Ted because Nick HAD to say he's HG in every fucking story line.
i just rubs me in such a bad way that it kinda ruins Hatchetfield for me. and like, i understand its nick's story and Ted was never supposed to be babygirl-ified but like, fuck man, it just sucks so much ): i just wanted my sad man who acts out because he doesn't know what proper love feels like. Not turbo-sad 9000.
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basi1isks · 10 months
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ghoulangerlee · 5 months
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do I reblog the swiss/aurora thing again in hopes people will read it/reblog it or do I just give up lmao
like at this point it's gotta be the writing itself lmao
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like! feelsbadman.jpg and all that bahaha. I dunno!!! A big portion of those notes are me reblogging it myself lmao
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zmediaoutlet · 30 days
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🌵🥤🎲🪐🌸🎨🧩 - or do the ones you want out of those :)
buddd <33 cunningly i have done a few of them for other people so i think i can now do the rest --
🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love
🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time?
idk, being a bad lazy person? I should've paid more attention to the scout oath. But in an effort to not be wanky, I think it's just -- it requires a genuine good-faith effort every time for me to not feel like the endeavor is wasting my time and the reader's, and I always want it to be good, and I know when I've half-assed and not full-assed and that feels Bad. That combined with a sometimes crippling lack of interest from the outside makes the whole thing very feelsbadman.jpg. And yet it is my vocation (in the religious if not literal sense) and so. Here I am, running into the same walls, but sporadically.
🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now
determined optimism oh dear. um. 1. Final Fantasy VII Rebirth is genuinely making me happy. Oh they have done such a good job. 2. A guy at work who sucks out loud might leave! Oh, if it could be so! 3. My broken foot has healed enough that I can walk around sans the terrible boot and it is better.
🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them
ho ho ho
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🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?
I mean. Bad writing? You can usually tell within a sentence or two. But by 'bad' I don't necessarily mean, you know, awkward syntax or something -- I mean... overreliance on tropeyness and characterization handed down from fanon vs canon and cut-and-paste content that reads like fic-of-fic instead of a genuine attempt to deliver something true to the writer. I've read plenty of fics with ""bad writing"" that nevertheless contain something True and they're awesome, I cherish them.
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mpov · 1 year
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For fuck's sake.
I go around solving other people's problems for a living. Repairing TVs, computers, installing phones, cable, security systems. You get the idea. I even pick up a lot of commercial work installing POS systems, AP, and other network equipment.
Those who have followed me since way back on the OneMV days may recall I have a severe issue being touched by people I don't trust, almost exclusively family, stemming from years of abuse and bullying as a kid.
I'll be real, it'd been so long since I've had to deal with random strangers trying to hug, touch, whatever, it'd kind of completely evaporated from my mind. I had completely relaxed all my safeguards, all the things I did to make touching me inconvenient.
As an example, when I eat out I always opt for a booth, and sit against the wall. Female servers have a habit of laying hands on shoulders, or arms, because it helps with tips.
A few days ago I'm doing a TV repair for an elderly couple. So I find myself with this wonderful, well meaning 80+ year old woman coming at me with her arms open for a hug. I recoil, stammer out I can't really do touching,it's nothing personal, Etc.. I'm having a low level anxiety attack.
My heart is racing, I can barely talk. This poor woman looks hurt. She just wants to show some gratitude. She couldn't hurt me if she wanted to. She looks like a stiff breeze would break her hip.
She is concerned and thinks she did something wrong, which she didn't. It's not like I wear a sign. I'm doing my best to hold my sorry ass together and comfort her. Because I feel like I did something wrong.
!0 minutes later, I'm in my car. Still trying to get my shit together, On the verge of tears because someone I don't know tried to hug me.
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holdoncallfailed · 1 year
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just watched banshees of inisherin...um.... feelsbadman.jpg
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ciarog-archive · 1 year
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