🥖 - Hadley to Joe ( @storystartsanew )
Joe stopped for only a moment, just long enough to look down at the bread and then up at Hadley... then laughing, shaking his head. "Okay, I guess." He stood up and closed the hood of the car he'd been working on, reaching for his grease rag. "Good morning to you, too."
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Papyrus
(Is "The Garden" on that playlist?)
papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?
CW: Discussion of severe mental illness and suicide.
I had my "mental illness indie playlist" on and for the record Pills & Good Advice by Left At London (her gosh darn magnum opus to living with a SPMI) is the song that came up.
This is legitimately one of my favorite songs of all time and helped me a ton during the worst portions of second puberty when our BPD symptoms were off the charts. Left at London does amazing music ranging from talking about the 2020 social unrest which includes the refrain "Fuck you and the slavers that you work for" or finding joy within having a dissociative disorder or the terror of discovering one. As well as one of the most uncomfortably accurate songs about Disorganized/Insecure Attachment in BPD (the Patreon only edit even including a voice mail that ripped my heart to shreds the first time I heard it.) and a break-up song that includes a lyric that takes me out every time I hear it:
And if falling in love is all that it takes
To make you love the world
You’ll be bitter when they go
Because even infinity in its entirety
Still can turn to nothingness
When it's multiplied by zero
But let's talk about the song which actually showed up on my random, Pills & Good Advice.
The song is built upon Nat's experiences from being released from a mental care facility after a suicide attempt and the fear and insecurity of being released into the world with nothing but medication and doctors recommendations to keep her from trying to kill herself again.
On my first day out
My familiar town
Felt the same as in my dreams
Crying in my sleep
When the sun came down
Thinking "I am cured, it seems"
But
I don't know my name at all
But what else is new?
Should I show my pain at all?
If you only knew
You could try to help
Care is imprecise
All that I have left:
Pills and good advice
Each verse of the song fluctuates between moods and depictions of chronic mental illness from the bridge having rapid voices displaying her impulses to experience a high to escape the pain of existing versus the desperate desire to stay the course and get better and mirrored refrains of "Please hold me down" symbolizing both a self-destructive impulse to die and a terror; begging their partner to kill or save her.
The song includes depictions of Identity Disturbance, a BPD symptom where those suffering lack a stable sense of identity and require an external source to mirror and receive acknowledgement from; Nat sings on multiple occasions about not knowing who she is and viewing her support in this crisis as her "mirror". I imagine imposter syndrome for Nat's music/poetry may be invading some lines such as "I'm plagarizing everything, stuttering solioquies (who am I again?)"
The song is set in 3 parts with the third part being a descent where the line (Higher) is repeated after every line and Nat struggles with her suicidal impulses, concluding:
Spend too many of my minutes getting higher (Higher)
I've attempted way too much to even count (Higher)
I've been committed, but committed to the people that I love
And if I try to love myself, I guess that I could live forever crying
Knowing the sickness is a part of her but she doesn't want to die, even if she wants to die; she cares too much about the people in her life (the committed/committed line is actually genius and one of my favorite in all of her discography) and the best thing she can do is commit to loving herself and continuing along with life in spite of the pain inflicted by her illness.
The ending is ambiguous to my ears and /@/ isn't popular enough for me to see a lot of discussion on interpretations.
But on my last day out
Let me scream to God,
Family, friends, and enemies
"So what happens next?
Is this what you want?
All I am is dead to me"
So
I can't hear my voice at all
What was I to do?
Did I have a choice at all?
Seems I never do
You could try to help
Care is imprecise
All that I'd have left:
Pills and good advice
I could try to heal
Care is imprecise
All that you'd have left:
Pills and good advice
On one hand, I view the song as a positive rally into accepting that SPMI are as the letters describe "Severe Persistent Mental Illness", fuck knows I've lived with the weight of those letters on my medical records. It doesn't go away. You just have to learn to live with it. To enjoy the joys before the despairs.
I chose to believe those last lines are saying that other people could try to help but in the end all the sufferer has is medication and therapy techniques, change must come from within and that to live with someone who suffers will cause pain too and all the person helping can do is receive the same level in care in return.
"You could try to help" vs "I could try to heal" with all that I/you having left being Pills and Good Advice.
But in my darker days I focus on the "on my last day out" and how the singer bemoans never really having a choice and all their work in staying clean being for nothing. In that read, I worry that the final lines are the singer giving in to their symptoms and attempting to kill themselves again, with the final line being less of a "we can get better together" and more of a "I know this will hurt you, have you considered seeking psychological help?"
I prefer my positive spin on it but that may be optimism winning out.
Either way, the song is fantastic and deeply personal in a way I almost feel like I'm intruding to hear at times.
Suicide is a topic of massive importance to me; it is also my number one emotional trigger. For the past few months I've had a draft I've been toying on about how I feel it should be discussed and ironically I am terrified to post it because of how sensitive the topic is. It's really hard to put yourself out there.
I admire this work of art because it really tries its absolute hardest to share a perspective of what it's like to be living with these conditions and feeling like no matter how much you reach out to other people, they can't truly help in the ways that you need. It's a song about terror, it's a song about healing and my god I hope it's a song about growth.
But it may just be a song about cycles.
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∇ Yenralt
Old Age/Aging Headcanon:
These two really hit their stride around 200 and after that they're taking in children of destiny regularly. They're like the foster parents for the exceptional, anyone who enters their home likely leaves it to complete an epic journey and WILL be featured in a formative legend for their time in history.
Ciri may assist, plucking children marked by destiny from time and space, leaving them with Mama & Geralt for a spell, and then place them back where they need to be with solid morals and self confidence - plus a biting wit.
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🥖 - Hope to Cassi ( @storystartsanew )
Cassi yelped, blinking, looking down at the bread then back up at Hope, before finally bursting into laughter. "I'm gonna tell your dad you assassinated me with bread."
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🧋"Here, take this. I don't want it." Bakura tries to shove the cursed shake into Mariku's hands.
((Sorry, I can't take this seriously, lmao))
Send 🧋to give my muse a Grimace shake
He had been half thinking of stealing the shake from Bakura anyway, because it looked really appetizing.
Being given it by choice did ring some alarm bells though... Maybe it was poisoned? His laugh was more inwardly directed than anything else, but a wide smirk spread on his face.
If Bakura wanted to poison him, he had another thing coming for him!
"Awwww, geee, mista!" He mocked the other with a perfectly well-butchered impression and took a sip, grinning right into the other ones face-
"...."
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15?
15. rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning
Freezing (eventually you start to feel warm again, or so I'm told- sometimes so warm you start taking clothes off, even -and then you pass out and don't wake up. my current hoped-for death method is "in my sleep at like age 100, surrounded by loved ones, content and comfortable," but if it had to be something unpleasant, I'd immediately go hypothermia)
Drowning (yes, I know it's not peaceful like people used to say, but it's still better than...)
Burning (yeah, there's a reason this used to be the execution method of choice for people they wanted to really punish. yikes. count me out, if at all avoidable)
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