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mollyeserket · 5 years
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When your brain won't stop screaming at you, it's obviously a good idea to have a self imposed seclusion
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mollyeserket · 7 years
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Vimes: Hello, 71-Hour Ahmed. Good to see you.
71-Hour Ahmed: And you. Apologies, it's inappropriate of me to partake in such informal conversation in front of your detectives.
Vimes: It's all right. I am equally to blame.
Angua: Oh my gods! There's two of them!
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mollyeserket · 7 years
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My spread for this year. Yes I know those are Homestuck, they are still the deck that works best for me.
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mollyeserket · 7 years
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Bring your fave book series to work day!
Hunger games fans: *neatly fits all of their books into their handbag*
Harry Potter fans: *just about fits them all in their arms, might drop a few*
Percy Jackson fans: *Carries all of their books in two reinforced plastic bags, will definitely have a sore arms*
Discworld fans: *tries to pick up their books* *fails and dies of a broken spine*
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mollyeserket · 7 years
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Potter Peeve
So I just found yet another House meme and it followed one of my least favorite trends. Maybe I'm extra sensitive since I'm a Slytherin but I am really tired of "Slytherin's are evil as fuck" thing. Slytherins are ambitious not malicious. The meme that brought this was this. Person: There are 7 seven chairs and 10 people, who gets to sit? Hufflepuff : (This one I do not remember and could not find again.....sorry) Ravenclaw: Goes to find 3 more chairs Gryffindor: The 7 strongest may sit Slytherin: Kill 3 Seriously?!?! Slytherins wouldn't jump immediately to fucking murder, not even death eaters would for that matter. (Maybe Bellatrix though). They'd be more likely to fight for the chairs and whoever got them first gets it. Come to think of it Gryffindors wouldn't jump to strength either. They value courage not strength. Honestly this was just a terrible scenario and I'm sorry I even wasted time on it. Seriously, how are you supposed to be "courageous" about a fucking chair? Uuuugh.
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mollyeserket · 7 years
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When every post you see about depression describes you, but you know it's not that bad. When your depression is low key enough that it affects your life and it doesn't.
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mollyeserket · 7 years
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“Everything’s fine.”
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mollyeserket · 8 years
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I feel like I just made a giant mistake and I want to hide in the smallest hole
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mollyeserket · 8 years
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I can't do it. The more I think, or worse, try not to, the worse I feel. I am doing everything I told myself I would NEVER do again and here I am. I can't do it, I can't hope and I wish I could numb myself. Why isn't it easier to close off my heart so that no one can ever know what I really feel? I used to be so good at it and now? I have people I barely know ask if I'm ok. Stanger notice I'm upset before anyone who should care can even see.
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mollyeserket · 8 years
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Potential “Villain Wrangler” Story
CH. 1
It started out so simple. Just a letter on my desk, pink envelope, stickers, there were even hearts over the i’s for pete’s sake. How was I supposed to know some 12 year old little girl in Minnesota was wanting to meet him? She’s not even the first one, more and more kids are asking to see these guys. The other interns have even started passing their letters around since they don’t get fulfilled. It’s kind of become an in house joke between us, “which one has a secret fan this week,” and so on.
But this one? This one was different. This girl was dying, like Stage 6 last ditch efforts kind of dying. Her parents could barely afford to feed themselves let alone deal with all of her medical needs. She didn’t even want to meet the guy, just see if he can “magically” help her family. Now I don’t condone theft or whatever this guy would do to “help” her, but I could at least see if we can send a letter from her “hero”.
So I did it, didn’t even give the other guys a chance to talk me out of it.
I wish they did.
At first he laughed at me, started making jokes about why he hired me in the first place. Better than what I thought he would do, though not by much. Then he read the letter and everything became still. A phone call was placed to his boss, the she called her boss, and so on until all of upper management was sitting in a conference room. For some reason I was still there, probably forgotten about in all the confusion.
“How many? Just how many kids have been asking about these...people.” The big boss finally spoke, his eyes resting on each person in the room before finally focusing on me. The words felt stuck in my throat and no one else knew the answer. “A-about 12 or so a month? That’s not even counting the number of letters that don’t even make it to us. Normally we throw them awa-” “You do what?” The words that had begun flowing like a river stopped in their tracks. What do you say to that? We have an official policy of never completely ignoring a request but these? How could we even begin to fulfill the misguided wishes. “We got rid of them. They never would have gotten granted, these guys are most often thieves but some of them have tried to destroy the whole planet before! How we even hope to start granting these kids wishes.” The heavy silence that was already in the air took on a distinctly denser note. No one wanted to say it, or even look at me in all reality. Only him, god I’m terrible at names but even I knew him. A retired hero and here I am asking if I can contact someone he would have happily thrown in jail just to make one little girl smile.
“What’s different?” “Sir?” “What is so different about this girl?” Oh right, that would be an important question, and of course now everyone has decided that the table is not the most interesting thing to look at during this exact moment. “Um, well sir, I know who this guy is, or at least his reputation. He operates in my hometown and tried to rob a bank my sister was using at the time. Standard stuff, but you see, he never did anything to the hostages. Just told them to sit quiet and not do anything heroic. Well she tried and he just shut her in a room, mumbling something about not hurting when he doesn’t need to. I-I think that this one might actually be kind of good underneath. At least enough to not hurt the kid more than she already is.” The words were coming out smaller and smaller by the end. I was able to get across my meaning and it was as if a rubber band snapped and everyone jumped up at once. Some of them said to do it, some villains have morals and so on, while others would hear nothing of it, these were bad guys what good could they do. All the while I just sat there trying to memorize the markings on the table while the boss just stared at me, not moving and ignoring the commotion.
This went on for a good ten minutes before they started to settle, something about your boss slowly laughing has a way of ending a fight. Those who stood to make themselves feel like they were being heard better slowly sat back down and gaped at the man.
“I like it!” The table is far less interesting. “You what?” My manager almost jumped back out of his chair. “This is Harry Schnee! He freezes everything he touches! How could you possibly send someone to talk to THAT THING!” He just smiled and turned to me, “I know more about villains than any of you here and you’re not completely wrong, there are some good ones out there. They are hard to find but I need someone to make certain this guy is legit, and I want you to do it.” “M-m-m-me? Why me? I’m just an intern, I figure out what department gets what letter and make coffee, that’s it! I don’t even know how to find him!” “You brought this forward, so now you get to deal with it. I won’t take any excuses from you if you can’t do it. Besides, you already said, he’s from your hometown.”
It started out so simple.
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mollyeserket · 8 years
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Sitting at a bar alone can be really jarring. Especially when you know there's people you know there but non of them would talk to you if you didn't walk up to them yourself
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mollyeserket · 8 years
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mollyeserket · 8 years
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the fact that samurai jack’s abbreviation is sj is so funny 4 some reason. samurai-jack-for-real-justice
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mollyeserket · 8 years
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Sorrow is vicious and cruel, I had thought myself better, happy. But instead I found myself back at square one. Lonely planes and spaces in the middle of a crowded room and I...I don't deserve to be there. I don't belong and I never will. I don't think I will ever find my "groove". I will trick myself, convince my mind that this is home but it's not. It will always be a trap for something I will never control and it hurts. Every time I think I found my heart it hurts.
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mollyeserket · 8 years
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I-i don't know what I wanted. Did I want the ones I would rather not speak to want the same with me? That seems to be the case. I wonder, what would happen if I sat by myself? how many of those who consider or even call themselves my friend even bother to notice my distress. No one would, I am oblivious and even human psychology bases itself of how the individual speaking would act. And in this case it would be a surprise, even a complete fucking new experience, if someone actually cared if I was upset. I can't, I don't want to. I just want to disappear. I don't want to die, I don't want to suddenly end, then people can romanticize their relationships with me. No, I would rather fade away. No one can pretend since there would be no one who was even fully aware of who I am.
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mollyeserket · 8 years
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I don't know, I'm tired. I want to talk, to sing. I want to b what others think I deserve, instead I suffer. I go after the star that will instead destroy me. The words that build are not my own, instead they often become the chains that bind.
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mollyeserket · 8 years
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My life is one that has no purpose, no end, no goal. Many claim they know who I am, but no one knows the darkness I hold inside. I endeavor to be the light, so no one has cause to worry, meanwhile I keep any who might more than too far away. I am done, I hate what I've become and who I will be. For at the rate my soul is moving, I may end up alone for all my sorrow.
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