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yearwalkingg · 3 years

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Permission to use ur drawing Of Charon from hades as my icon?

HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS of course!! i'd appreciate it if u credited me in your bio! 💜

#ask #not art

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yearwalkingg · 3 years

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being bisexual is a protagonist trait. main character of life trait. vip babey!

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yearwalkingg · 3 years

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theres just something about the purple and green deoxys from the movie thats feels lgbt idk love wins

#KSBZKSJXJ #yeah fucking gay people #pokemon

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yearwalkingg · 3 years

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Please memorize some "i desperately need out of this conversation because I cannot behave like a human any more" scripts. Please. I can even supply some. Let me get on my computer but, my god, there are formulaic ways to say 'i have no ppl juice rn and you speaking to me any more will cause me to conjure vivid, beautiful images of me THROTTLING YOU" without being a giant douchebag and it worries me that you don't know this

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yearwalkingg · 3 years

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Hey there are Warrior cats with birds as the first part of their names, right? Aren’t there cats named things like Hawkfrost and Dovewing? And the second half of the name can be just about anything found in nature, right? This is a time-sensitive question—

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yearwalkingg · 3 years

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does something in real life and hears the cinemasins ding

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yearwalkingg · 3 years

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I've been on Tumblr for years, but my husband knows my main account so I started this side account.

I've seen Tumblr move mountains for people so I'm hoping and praying that you guys can move mountains for me.

I'm 26 years old. I've been with my husband since I was 16 and he was 20. I know now that he was attracted to me because I was young and manipulatable but at the time I was so flattered that an older college guy wanted to be in a relationship with me.

Looking back there were a lot of red flags. He didn't like any of my friends and he told me who I could hang out with and when. He told me that my school work wasn't important because I was going to be a stay-at-home wife after high school while he went out and earned a living. As teenager living in a household that was unstable and on the brink of collapse, the idea of having a strong man take care of me was very appealing and so I overlooked the red flags.

He liked to get me drunk. He'd take me to his shitty apartment and he would load me up with Mike's Hard Lemonade and Smirnoff Ice and then we'd fool around. I had a lot of pregnancy scares from 16-17 because he didn't like to wear a condom and when I was drinking it was harder for me to insist. When I was 18, I got on the pill at least. He was always pushing my boundaries in the bedroom. I'd say no to something and he'd give me the silent treatment until I let him do it. Or he'd just do it even though I said I didn't want to.

He graduated college the year I graduated high school, and we moved in together. From the beginning, he was controlling, keeping tabs on me and watching the bank account like a hawk, but I chalked it up to needing to be frugal. We were really poor, but he promised to take care of me.

Eventually, though, I had to get a job to make ends meet. He didn't like that. The first time he hit me was when I told him I'd been interviewing for jobs. It wouldn't be the last.

God, just. Ten years I let him tell me I was helpless without him, I was weak, and stupid, and only he would ever love me. I let him hit me. I let him separate me from my friends and family. I let him kick my cat.

But I'm done. I'm going to get me and Midnight out of here.