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stargirlelisia444 · 3 months
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tomatoart · 9 months
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drawn right b4 the movie came out while eating a ny hotdog
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deepdepressingtruth · 1 month
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Desperately wanting to be someone’s favorite person…
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sleepy-bear-tm · 3 months
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I bet on losing dogs
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prayingfordemise · 5 months
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FUCK THIS PLACE, FUCK EVERYTHING, FUCK EVERYONE, I HATE EVERYTHING. I JUST WANT TO FUCKING DIE OMG
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cecelovegood · 4 months
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Okay, but thinking of asphodel as a forest.
Imagine 12 year old Hazel, wandering through that forest for 80 years. All alone, watching as the souls around her turn into trees.
Think about when she meets Nico, a person who doesn’t just look right through her. And she has hope.
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mercifullymad · 10 months
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i feel passionately about the need to enfold people experiencing (or diagnosed) with "just" depression or anxiety into the mad pride project. the more people who view themselves as mad, the better. much as the rhetorical move from "neurotypical" to "neuroconforming" emphasizes the artifice & social construction of "neurotypicality," so too will expanding identification as "mad" expose the sane/mad dichotomy as a false one.
it's true that (some) people with "just" depression and/or anxiety have an easier time navigating the psych system than people who have more stigmatized diagnoses. but this is not to say that they necessarily have an easy time — the carceral psych system is hostile to everyone subsumed by it, even the most "privileged" patients. we should of course critique & examine how our experiences are shaped by various intersections of privilege, but we cannot forget or ignore how someone with "just" a depression/anxiety diagnosis can still experience the full force of the carceral psych system brought down upon them (including but not limited to involuntary institutionalization, police intervention, & forced medication or other forced treatment).
we must encourage, if not insist, that those with the least-stigmatized diagnoses view their difficult experiences navigating the psych system as bound up with the liberation of people who have more stigmatized diagnoses &, often, a more violent experience of the psych system. we need more people to drop the "i have anxiety/depression but i'm not crazy" line and say loudly, "i have anxiety/depression & i am crazy. my access to just treatment is linked to the conditions of all other crazy people, who are my allies, peers, & friends. we are united in our cause & we all deserve a more liberating system of care."
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laststep-suicide · 7 months
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Shoko „who after a long sloppy make out session holds her cig to your mouth and makes you inhale it but laughs cockily when you get into a coughing fit and coyly says ‘aww poor baby, you take Gojo and Getou at the same time, on both ends but can’t handle a ‘lil cig’ and takes pitty on her pretty baby and kisses it all better again” Ieiri
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ninjautistic · 5 months
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Something tells me that the first Spinjitzu master might not be a good dad 😭
And I actually like that concept, it makes me think in a way where garmadon had daddy issues and now that's transfered to his son, Lloyd 🤔
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notkitten · 9 months
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i want to have her in my lap on the bus, "saving space" as i trace my fingers over her thighs and whisper all of the filthy ways i want to unravel her against her flushed throat
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cikrovat · 2 months
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ineed-to-sleep · 6 months
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THEY BROUGHT BABY TO THE BATTLE?? THEY ARMOURED BABY??? THEY EXPECT ME TO SEND BABY TO FIGHT?????
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^ my face when I discover they expect me to send baby to fight
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skyeslittlecorner · 2 months
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Some headcanons about Mc who suddenly leaves hell without anyone knowing (no notice (?) too, i mean not saying anything about their leaving).
I imagine that the kings have separation anxiety (hohoho love some angst stuff here 😈), but kinda wonder what's gonna happen when MC returned?
I feel allowed, and even encouraged, for some yummy angst~ We will switch order a little this time. And I *may* be a *little* biased, don't mind me.
꧁:・ ✡ ・:꧂
Leviathan tries to live without you as he did before he met you, but it's not the same. When you finally show up, he wants to hang you. But what if you leave again? No. He won't allow it. From now on, you are under constant surveillance. You're not even allowed to go to the bathroom alone (no, there's no negotiation.) He's lost too much to lose you too.
Beelzebub won't even know you're gone. You would have to literally disappear from under his nose during sex, well, a date too. In such a scenario, he would be furious. You wouldn't come back because he would find you; he has a whole army of clones, a lot of time, willingness and knowledge of the whole world geography. He would even snatch you back from heaven. Afterward, when he had you in his arms, he would think it was quite a lot of fun. But don't do that again.
Mammon has already ordered mourning in Tartaros, a huge site has been built for the construction of your own mausoleum. Have you seen the Taj Mahal? This is a dollhouse in comparison to the plans for your posthumous palace. But you're back, and you're alive! Or at least you're still alive, because Mammon is hugging you so much that nothing is certain. Now that you're back, maybe you want a huge palace to live in? He will do anything you want. Just don't leave, Master. Of course, you can do whatever you want, but... he will do anything to make you *not* want to leave.
Satan
It feels... so quiet here. So alone. His beautiful country shambles in ruin, his strong people lose their heart. He, as a king, must stay strong, but with every soldier bleeding out on the pavement, every devil loosing their limbs, every child losing parents his own will crush slowly. All he wanted to do was to help them. To make their lives easier. To take their pain and bear it himself.
"...prise, Your Majesty?"
Satan lowered the bazooka from his shoulder. His gaze was as empty as the sky beneath them. All the angels disappeared in a powerful explosion.
There was a ray of hope for Gehenna, for him, or rather... have been. But Descendant of Solomon disappeared. He looked for you everywhere. Trashed half of Mammon's palace, tore down Leviathan's ropes, damn it, he even found Beelzebub wandering around the pubs and shook all the information out of him. But nobody knew anything. He almost started a war with other countries and didn't care at all. This helplessness weighed was heavy inside him like a boulder.
"Your Majesty?"
Slowly, day by day, hour after hour, he was losing his strength. His will. Not to fight, but to live. This made him become quieter and angrier. Except for Sitri, all the nobles began to move out of his way. This only fueled his spiral of madness. He didn't sleep at night. Just fight, work and drink. If he didn't keep his mind occupied, the black void would fuel his wrath, and they had had to deal with his outbursts often enough. They were so strong that sometimes the entire castle lost consciousness.
Nothing helped anyway.
He was the king, he couldn't just leave it all behind and die. Even if he wanted to.
"Satan!"
"What."
Satan. His name. Nobody but you called his name here... He looked around frantically, but they were alone. Sitri tried to wake him up, it seems. His henchman looked concerned. It's annoying. So annoying. And he didn't mean Sitri's concern, but his own ridiculous behavior. Was it so obvious that he was worried again? He gritted his teeth and turned on his heel, heading to the hospital to assess the damage.
"Listen to me, won't you? I have significant information."
"If it doesn't concern them, I don't care."
"It does."
Satan stopped in his tracks and wanted to punch him. But this time with a hint of hope.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
He did, but that wasn't the point now.
"They are waiting for you at the hospital. At least freshen up a bit before you…"
But Satan wasn't listening anymore. He ran towards the tents and tore the curtains, looking around like crazy. Only the touch of a hand on his shoulder stopped his hectic search. The voice that came poured into his emptiness, sweet and thick as honey. A familiar, beloved voice.
"It's okay, I'm back. I missed you too."
He couldn't answer, physically he just wasn't able to do it. There was a lump stuck in his throat. Stiff as a rock, he didn't want to turn around. What if this is a dream? A sweet delusion? But someone hugged him from behind, and hugged him tightly. Illusion couldn't do it.
He turned and hugged you, sliding to his knees. Kisses, caresses, love, he wanted to give you everything so that you wouldn't disappear. He needed you. His eyes were dry, but he felt like he was going to melt himself.
"Never do that again." Hoarse voice sounded like a threat, but both of you knew that it was out of love. "Never. Leave. Me. Again."
"I'm sorry." Your heart broke seeing him on his knees. "I won't."
"Promise."
You crouched down and grabbed his chin to finally look into his red eyes. For the first time since you left, hope sparked in them.
"I promise that I will never leave you, and if I do, I will always come back to you."
From now on, he won't let you out of his sight even for a moment. Not after you made him a promise that finally ignited his will to live.
PS. Try to disappear from him for a second, and he will shove Zagan's talisman up your ass.
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frozenfrogz · 9 months
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I'm still here.
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princington · 3 months
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...If I look away you might disappear again.
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