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v2is-baby · 2 months

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be nice to me, ok? i dont know my left and right yet

#ramblings #wish i was lying

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anchovy · 8 months

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My mom stopped being afraid of furries when I showed her my bank account

#wish I was lying

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osha-noncompliance · 2 years

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posting this from inside a barrel

#wish I was lying

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bloodfreakpropaganda · 8 months

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i want to thank sam winchester for delaying the realization that i was lesbian. for years, I told myself that I couldn't be a lesbian because I was attracted to him.

then, in tumblr dot com, I realized Sam wasn't a man to me. I saw them as he/they lesbian.

#wish i was lying #anyways

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r-truth · 9 months

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literally bawling my eyes out

#wish i was lying #delfi.txt #sd lb

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synechd0che · 11 months

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Experience unlocked: upstairs neighbor pisses so loudly I can hear it when I’m in my own bathroom (directly below)

#wish I was lying #it is not the sink it is not the shower it is not the flush #anyone who’s ever claimed to piss like a racehorse no you haven’t and you never will

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8cht · 1 year

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Seems like all i do is fuck up things, cuz how else i end up with nothing

#lmao #wish i was lying #i really want to scream loool #karma aint real btw

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asktonyandshrignold · 2 years

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hi! how are you guys doing?

Tony: If you must know we are fine! Why would you ask at 2:50 am?

Shrignold: Love thats only when WE answered their question, we are tired, yet getting ready for hopefully more asks in the morning and not pretty much 3 am

Tony: If paige hadn't dragged us into her things we would have been asleep by now!

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zerojoyyz · 2 years

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cant wait to st@rve!

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spageddy · 2 years

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the only character i’ve ever truly related to and felt seen by was jill from the movie jack and jill

#wish I was lying

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ging-pegger · 2 years

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my daddy issues got worse guys silva is hot now

#cherry.txt #wish i was lying

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scrunkly-scribe · 15 days

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The spn brainrot is so bad it’s seeping into my dreams again.

Anyway, woke up from a dream where lucifer broke every bone in my body and watched me die on the ground. It was very in character.

#wish I was lying #luci posting #spn #marv speaks

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last-laments · 7 months

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Not sure what type of horror u prefer but a list of ones I usually suggest! 13 Ghosts, Ghost Ship, Hollow Man, Shutter Island, The Others, Ginger Snaps Back and personally The Final Destination movies got to me but more in a lingering uneasiness to where I avoid them now.

I've seen 13 Ghosts, Ghost Ship, and all the Final Destination ones! I'll have to check out the others though thank you <3 Here's my letterboxd tho! I try to remember and mark all the one's I've seen

#michael talks #sidenote: i have personal beef with matthew lillard #he was rude to my mom at gencon #wish i was lying

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weaselmcdiesel · 1 month

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Hiking with the matesprit

(this was hugely inspired by @/erysium and their gorgeous natural scenes! particularly, this post)

#my art #art #homestuck #fan art #karkat #karkat vantas #nepeta #nepeta leijon #wow. ive. never done a piece like this. at all. wow.#also i feel like it's incredibly easier to color alternia since all the colors are nonsense #i imagine if i had to paint a real life place itd be harder and also wouldnt look as good #this is once again in an au where alternia is cool n fashionable and karkat goes outside #this is my application to work for the hiveswap team <im lying #also i wish there were more resources on the flora of alteria. like serious id love to know what their nature looks like #ofc it's not explicitly katnep but 2 me it is. they r dating always #fun fact if you invert the colors on this the forest turns lovely and green #also karkats about to totally skewer his hand on that tree yeah

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sun-snatcher · 2 months

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hello! i love ur work and i was wondering if u could do some live action zuko angst (that makes ur heart sink) and then it progresses to fluff (that makes ur heart swell) please? HAHA idk if it makes sense but i rlly love ur work!! hope ure doing well n no pressure!!!

🐉・ HEARTBURN

summ. Fresh from his banishment, Zuko faces the aftermath of his punishment in both his dreams and his waking hours. pairing. Zuko x f!reader (established relationship) w.count. 1k. a/n. A bit abstract on this one, but just typical dream logic. A glimpse at Zuko’s descent into madness, almost? Sorry anon if this is mostly angst than fluff! 🧎🏻‍♀️

Zuko’s dreams manifest at the scent of burnt flesh and the sound of his own screaming.

He feels the molten sting of a melting crown upon his skin and the fantastical beast that is his father; something monstrous— something scaled, fanged, clawed, and too large an appetite, with a touch and breath of fire that lights the skies in a blaze.

( He wakes up with his voice hoarse from screaming. The 41st Division will eventually learn early on not to mention it. They just leave a hot pot of tea ready for him come the mornings, by General Iroh's orders. )

Sometimes, it transgresses. Sometimes, it’s his mother who burns while he watches from the sidelines of the Agni Kai; Or Azula. Their shrieks mix with his when he wakes.

Sometimes, it’s Iroh who scalds him. Great Dragon of the West, jasmine-white with razor teeth and a flame that burns as hot as the sun; serpent eyes a shining gold and a sharper tongue that spoke of his disappointment for his nephew.

Sometimes, it begins with you.

Please, you beg, at the foot of a winged beast. It speaks in the voice of his father; damning, all-encompassing. It warns the Prince the price of compassion, of mercies, and of weaknesses. Eliminate her, or I will.

Rarely does Zuko ever move. He’d plead in your name, to spare your life. It never happens; he just wakes to the smell of smoke and the sound of your screaming.

( There are dreams he doesn’t speak at all to defend you. The shame devours him whole. )

“I’ve killed you over a hundred times, in my sleep.”

In the aftermath of another nightmare, you turn to face Zuko. You’re not quite sure what to say.

“Other nights, it’s the 41st, or Uncle,” he says, quietly. “Even mom, or Azula.”

You turn back to the small medical chest on the desk. The infirmary is quieter at times like these; the soldiers of the 41st know not to visit the usual haunts of their Prince. Tonight, Zuko will have to replace the bandages of his scar, and there are only two people on this ship he’d ever trust in his life to lay a hand on it.

You’re shifting towards where he’s sitting on one of the cots. “May I?”

( You ask. You always ask. Even when you’ve done this nearly fifty times, you ask. Zuko is glad; there’s a comfort in agency, especially when he’s gotten so used to losing it every time he sleeps. )

He nods, and you make quick work to unravel the bandages. When the layers come away, you observe the way his left eye shuts and opens as he blinks, remaining half-closed into a permanent expression of pain. He looks away, downcast.

The skin around is stretched taut, some areas rawer than others, marred with growing scar tissue that knots in twisting valleys. ( Zuko has only seen the scar once. He’s covered the mirrors in his room ever since; avoids glancing at his own passing reflections. )

The wound is still fresh; the memories fresher.

You don’t flinch at the sight or recoil like the other soldiers or dignitaries.

He finds… solace in that.

( Something roils in his mind. It uncurls and hisses and growls. )

“Tilt your head for me,” you say, ready to replace the cotton on his eye with a new one.

He stops your wrist just as you do.

Your heart jumps at the contact. His hands are warm.

“Why?” he blurts.

You blink in confusion.

“Why’d you come with me?”

The reply is instant, and unintentionally drowned in affection. “Where else would I have belonged?”

Zuko almost answers instinctively: With me. By my side. He shakes his head.

“You should have never come,” he says, instead. He’d grown fond of you over the years. Too fond; over some Firenation colonel’s daughter, a force to be reckoned with and yet a childhood friend who he’d played and studied and fought with countless times. Fond enough that he’d been foolish to let you step foot into the ship of the 41st Division the day he’d been banished; fond enough to be foolish enough to allow you to put yourself in harm’s way. “You could’ve had a better future back home.”

“But a miserable one,” you counter.

His nostrils flare as he sighs. You watch the way his brows weave to a frown, the way they always did whenever he’s tamping down his frustration. "Nothing is more miserable than being banished from home. Yet here you are walking away from it.”

“You and I both know the palace was never a home for me,” you say. “I’ve been by your side my entire life. I’m not about to break that streak over some punishment. You matter to me.”

Zuko’s heart stifles.

( Compassion, he hears the wings of the blood-red dragon in his dreams unfurl. Compassion is a sign of weakness. )

“It was a stupid move,” he blurts, letting go of you. He had wanted it to be emotionless, but it comes out as distinctively bitter: “Sooner or later you’ll come to regret your decision. Then, you’ll see I was right all along.”

“Maybe,” you say, just to appease him. “But I doubt it.”

( Lies, jeers the serpent. You have only yourself to rely on in this world, Zuko. )

For the sake of conversation, you don’t provoke him further. You continue, instead, with replacing the dressings around his eye. He’s angry enough as is with the world— with you. For being stubborn. And strong. And steadfast. And loyal. And—

Zuko glances at your face in focus, your hands so careful in binding the gauze it’s nearly featherlight. “Tell me if it hurts,” you say, with gentle authority.

The ire leaves his body. Zuko’s gaze softens at a realisation:

“Not once have you ever hurt me. Not even in my dreams.”

It’s a statement so frighteningly vulnerable that it has you stilling. Your breath staggers. Something swells in your chest. You let your hand rest on his cheek, thumb below his scar. The touch is reassuring. Zuko wants to lean into it.

“I don’t think I ever could,” you answer, honestly.

( She can, sings the beast. She will. And once she does, know that it will burn tenfold than what I've done. )

Zuko's hand settles on top of yours.

“You can hurt me,” he concedes, solemn, voice barely above a whisper. “You can if you must. I command it.”

( The dragon in his head hisses. For now, it retreats. )

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thebibliosphere · 9 months

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I got my biopsy results today. The good news is there's no new or unknown disease wrecking my insides.

The bad news is it's most likely my MCAS burning down my GI tract.

I say "likely" because the GI doctor had the humility to admit the medical world doesn't know enough (yet) about conditions like MCAS to say for sure, only that the areas biopsied showed elevated numbers of mast cells and that the inflammation and damage are consistent with mast cell dysfunction.

I got to watch in real-time as the GI doctor added the mast cell stabilizers to my regimen of meds, the exact ones the allergist denied me 3 years ago because he said I needed psych treatment and was mistaking anxiety for anaphylaxis because I 'googled too many things.'

Part of me hopes the allergist gets notified and chokes to death on eating crow. A larger part of me is just relieved it happened before I developed internal bleeding or cancer.

Anyway. We're testing new meds soon to try and bring down my base inflammation to something lower than "my insides literally feel like they're burning."

I'm also starting even more supplements to try and combat the mass deficiencies likely being caused by the MCAS inflammation. I've been told to take twice the daily recommended amount of pre-natal supplements on top of my existing regimen, and if that fails, they'll start infusions. (The hope is that my stomach isn't so far gone that oral meds won't help, so fingers crossed.)

Apparently, this is the year we finally stop my gradual death from malnutrition for good. Well, better late than never, I guess.

#chronic health tag #mcas #I'm trying not to be angry #or ill wish the allergist #but I'd be lying if I said I'm not wishing devastating bodily harm on him right now #hmm #probably something for therapy

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