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Just once, I just want to know what it feels like to be loved, just once.
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chi0lea · 3 months
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Forever the girl with a razor in her hands.
I try, I try as hard as I can for everything in life. When I’ve had nothing.
Never seen as the best friend, the true love, or even the girl who just makes you want to feel better.
I work hard for people to dismiss me, for relationships to never work out. For my life to grow harder and break me down.
Clenching a razor in my hands hoping to finally sink it deep enough. It’s never enough.
Feeling worthless for all I do. I am never good enough.
Feeling the sting of hope slipping away, I hate myself too.
Grasping my body wishing to change it. What’s so unlikable that I need to take a razor and cut out the ugly parts of me. Of my soul, my skin, my heart. Which life line can I bury enough to feel alive.
To feel the blood pool onto my flesh reminding me that I am warm inside as I fade to a cold light.
I’m forever the girl clenching the blade hoping its razor kiss will finally hit.
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short-and-ugly · 8 months
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another heem in a silly goofy lil outfit :]
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darling-shrike · 1 year
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I acknowledge the writers have made a decision. Seeing as it’s a stupid fucking decision, I’ve elected to ignore it
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lord-of-simons-ghost · 6 months
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My motivation is like...gone. I'm going through some stuff so my lotftober content is going to slow down for a little bit. I may even drag it into November if needed lololol
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skywardkey · 1 year
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the urge to metaphorically break into various production companies and yell directly at their decision makers to stop approving live action adaptations of animated media just grows day by day
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kitzaya · 2 years
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Okay guys.
Today I'm gonna talk about a real serious subject...
Recently, I've seen very often that people, who ship SebaCiel are called.... sick or pedophiles or somehow are attacked by people who are completely Anti-SebaCiel.
I totally understand when people are totally against this ship because, yeah, Ciel definitely was raped and yes, Sebastian is a demon who looks obviously like an adult. BUT to be clear about one thing:
Toboso wanted Kuroshitsuji to be a Yaoi Manga/Anime originally, but that would have been....strange, not to say that this would have been a scandal, I agree with that.
Because of that, Kuroshitsuji turned out the way it is now... With a few hints to what it originally was planned. And Toboso sometimes creates sketches which show exactly that. The origin "wish".
Now it's understandable that maaaaany people absolutely don't ship them. It's understandable and everyone has the right to be for or against something... That doesn't mean that people who are against this can verbal attack people who are not!
To call those people sick or pedophile or something like that is not right!
I mean, why do those people forget, that this pairing (or others like that, for example ClaudeXAlois) are FICTIONAL?!?
Just because people ship FICTIONAL people like that, that doesn't mean that they would agree to something like that in real life!
Second, I've dealed very often with this subject. Not all people who rape children are pedophiles. Exactly MOST of these people ARE NOT.
For them it's only about the humiliation and the control over beings, which are obviously weaker and smaller then themselves. Nothing else.
Most of the "real" pedophiles try not to give in to this, I agree, sick sexual tension.
But it's exactly that: A sexual tension.
It's biological. And people who have this tension often, not always, try everything so that they will NEVER give in and harm any Child, because they KNOW THAT THIS IS NOT RIGHT!
I'm not saying that people aren't allowed to be against those pairings. They have the goddamn right to be totally against this.
BUT STOP WITH ATTACKING SHIPPERS!
JUST STOP IT!!!
Those people aren't sick or pedophiles or ANYTHING LIKE THAT!!!
I'm sorry for this long post but since posts and comments like this appeared really often recently, I felt like I should say something about that.
This is a community. It's not meant to attack and mock others.
If you are against it, ignore it and JUST BE QUIET.
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tormentias · 1 year
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artcalledtattoo · 1 year
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Sitting’ in Buckle (•mix) Sitting in the buckle • frying in a pan • not on handle • west side north of the most southern • state my mental being • tried to degrees of south central • a different part in living • in a leathered Bible Belt Fighting continues • lives • lost everyday in the streets • I feel my self being taking over • to express something • to make a difference • in following suit of I have heard • saying out loud • what needs to be !!! Pay attention too Pay attentional To you !!! Can’t blame on past drive byes • street fights • bullets fly • likely still happening • we have our selves a • new phenomenon • just in added • the disregarded • the one the borders of society • arming selves making a call Policeman infiltrated front • this time different • Uvalde • but hey let’s stop • before it even happens • takes changes of • policies rules laws for changing • without dis-steeping • stepping the money making tops (It’s on you, it’s on me, everyday we are living the bad of something new and lost lives making or daily lives in newscasts before we fall asleep) !!! Pay attention too Pay attentional To you !!! Hello, wake up to new day Pay attendance Pay intentions to Pay attention Pay attentional I’m doing me, I’m talking to you Dear ma’am, sir No explicit lyrics Nor I famed a i with likes
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wordsneveruttered · 1 year
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Undeserving
This world never deserved me.
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shamebanduk · 1 year
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was LITERALLY about to drop a cmon engerland score some fackin goals
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chi0lea · 2 months
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Maybe I’m weaker than I thought.
Growing up people always called those of us dealing with depression and suicide weak. Cowardly.
Do you know how hard it is to fight myself every night, trying to keep myself from ending my life.
Do you know how strong you have to be to finally commit to ending your life.
People act as if not every thought runs through our heads. Who will miss me? Will I be missed? Who would this hurt. Would they hurt a lot? Who will I be remembered as.
Even as those thoughts run through I’m being called a coward. I’m be treated as if I don’t actually matter.
Maybe I’m weak but I’m only weak cause I can’t go through with it.
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lilybug-02 · 4 months
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Wow. That could not have turned out worse.
Part 23 || First || Previous || Next
--Full Series--
This comic will be on Holiday Hiatus this December and January! While on a cliffhanger? What a scam! >:/
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just1amthoughts · 2 years
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some of them have tried to reach out and get me back but the anxiety and the feeling that I’m a burden is just getting stronger and I feel like I might cry and my chest hurts with this resounding anxiety that’s just expanding through me I feel like they came to try and get me back and realised that I’m not worth getting back and have given up and it makes me feel worse and it hurts that I need them more than they need me and I’d rather sit here crying alone than crying with them and being an annoyance no one wants
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baeshijima · 14 days
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mmm thoughts of private executioner!blade, who is high priestess!kafka's bodyguard. well, more like her guard dog, as many fearfully seem to think.
he is aloof and gruff and rough around the edges, his name capturing it perfectly. when in the eyes of the public he either keeps to himself or stands ready by kafka's side, but when out he lurks in the shadows ready and waiting to carry out her death orders.
you, yourself, haven't had very many pleasant encounters with him... if you can even call them that. that being said, you haven't had many pleasant encounters with anyone. notorious for your... less than pleasant disposition, for a lack of better words, you have more people who'd rather see you run through than those you can call a friend.
in a dog-eat-dog world, you had no choice but to protect yourself. that, however, ultimately became your demise.
"oh? so you're the one sent to kill me. can't say i'm all that surprised."
standing before you is the feared executioner. his sword is tucked inside the sheath attached to his hip, that ever-present dark swirl of an aura stifling the air. he doesn't say anything, instead opting to silently stare down at your slumped and worn-out form. you find that his gaze doesn't bother you; rather, it's oddly comforting knowing someone will see you in your last moments.
"i've never asked you for a favour before, so this will be my first and last request for you." in all honesty, you're not sure where this chattiness stems from. considering you're currently in a holding cell under the crime of attempted murder towards kafka (a poisoned wine you were most definitely framed for, though you can't say you were surprised) and are awaiting for your turn to be under the guillotine for your public execution, you probably should be a little desperate towards the private executioner in front of you.
and yet, your mind is nothing if not peaceful.
with a huff, you relay your request, "can you make sure it's quick? painless, preferably, but i'd rather you just get it over and done with."
silence blankets the cold chambers. moisture accumulated along the cobble ceiling drip in a steady rhythm, like a clock ticking away the seconds. it's unnerving, almost, how there is not a single sound other than your impending countdown.
"why?" comes his low mutter, effectively causing a ripple within the stagnant air. you almost think you misheard him, but his following words cease the thought, "why won't you ask me for help?"
had it not been for the abrupt shuffle and clanging against the metal bars, you would have never looked up to see him in your last moments.
his scarred hands gripping the metal until his knuckles turn a ghastly white and blood dripping from his palms is what greets your sight. as your gaze slowly trails up, you almost let loose a laugh of disbelief; who would have thought blade, the infamous guard dog of the high priestess, could make such a desperate expression? one looking as though his whole world crumbled before him, in which he can do nothing but sit and watch.
(you will never know of the anger and desperation which coursed through his veins the moment he heard of your predicament. had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. but you're not anyone else; you're you — unapologetically, wholeheartedly. it didn't take him long to hunt down those behind it, cutting them down without thought and putting an end to their miserable lives. he rushed as soon as he could when kafka gave him the order, no thoughts other than you, you, you, occupying his mind.
you will never know of the anguish which overcame him when he found you in such a state, your once healthy complexion and defiant gaze reduced to nothing but a tiredness which had always sat quietly behind your disposition. he's almost positive the muscle which unwillingly keeps him alive tore at the seems from your request, the acceptance in which you displayed causing his mind to go astray. even as he damn-near begs you to rely on him for help — to run away with him to some place no one knows of you and start anew there — you merely smile, resigned and peaceful.
you will never know of how much blade is willing to put on the line for you, for you never made it to see the complete and utter carnage he wrecked in your name.)
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snailtaco · 28 days
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A story never told.
(Explanation under cut)
In English, my teacher made us participate in NaNoWriMo where we write for the whole month. Of course the rules were more lax (we only had to get to 11,000 rather than 50,000), but we still had to plan and write an entire story (or beginning of one in my case).
If you couldn’t guess from the image above, I basically made a glorified fanfic oops (note: this will never see the light of day.)
The main story plot line (at least the beginning) is based off of "in this game, no, you're not the only target" by gin (tabanthas) (great fic would recommend!) but with a worst case scenario cuz I'm a sucker for trauma bonding (i hope thats not weird, i just like my favorite characters suffering)
I did have to change names as to not raise suspicion from my teacher and alter some basic features, but ultimately I got to just shuck a whole bunch a head cannons on these poor boys.
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Left is the reference to the boys. The right is just the top image without shadows cuz I'm indecisive.
Sorry for making this lil rant so long I never get to talk about this unfinished story and I really wanted to recommend another :)
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