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feeling silly might give into my long held and one newly developed attraction to Boromir, Colonel Brandon (Sense and Sensibility) and Bones (Star Trek Movies)
Labelling them as crushes for now tho
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yall are pro mental illness until they hallucinate
yall are pro mental illness until they dissociate
yall are pro mental illness until they self-isolate
yall are pro mental illness until they're paranoid
yall are pro mental illness until they split
yall are pro mental illness until it's too Scary for your comparatively neurotypical brain to handle
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To every Filipino in the self ship community
I'm boutta fo someone from our shared high school curriculum
His name starts with an I and he comes from the sequel of the world's most depressing Christmas story ever
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Within Those Walls
It feels strange not being in those loving walls of yours
So empty and quiet of the songs and voices of years long gone
It feels wrong to see strangers desecrating aged cream paint with unfeeling white
Knowing that that paint was used to encompass your love for a woman bathed in light and flowers
It burns me and kills me
Knowing I cannot enter such a sacred room where you sang me lullabies
Or go to your garden where you lovingly raised plants now uprooted
Or even just wake each morning and go to the kitchen filled with memories of you cooking on holidays with a woman whose voice was sweeter than the songbirds and a smile more blinding than the sun
Within those walks was the grief your son had inflicted upon us
But do they not know how within those walls was the love you had graced upon us?
In my mother's room with her sweet lullabies and smiles was a memory of embraces and tickle fights
Of kisses and comfort and a woman who made me love the colour of the earth on my skin.
After all, can they not have felt how such a woman had shaken my soul and hurt me and helped me and how i loved her through all my resentment of her?
How can they not hear your songs, Ma?
How can these interlopers not feel the glare of a man whose greatness eclipsed my world?
A man who knew no fear when a threat on his life was made.
Who saw my officer's sword and asked with pride of I made it into the ranks.
A man who saw the world but returned home each time seeking only his wife's kiss.
How do they not feel suffocated by such a great man?
Each morning since he had died, I felt like I could still wake and see him coming back from his morning walks, walking stick in hand, smelling so strongly of morning air.
But the roads he walked are broken down now.
And this house he built as a testament of his love to his wife is no longer in the hands of his grandchildren he so dearly loved.
I pray you can forgive me for being powerless, Papa.
Know we tried to fight for you.
But your son is a monster who burned and threw away and tore apart every memory of you.
Even the cape that was so carefully tucked away behind a door that still smelled of your cologne.
Did they not see the love and pride stored in each stitch of that cape when they stole it from us and threw it away?
Did they not hear your anguish when they threw away your plants?
Bad enough your only son betrayed you.
Hated you.
Harmed you.
Killed you.
But was it not enough that these trespassers saw it fit to destroy the very things tied to your soul?
You who loved flowers.
You who hid away jewellery you want us to inherit.
You who had hurt us four but we now understood.
The times changed you.
Your son changed you.
Mama, I get it now.
It's okay.
I'm sorry.
I saw those pictures. You never hated my mother. You shared her tastes, you smiled and were close to her in pictures.
You smiled so widely then.
Sometimes, I see your rocking chair and all I could think of was how you would often be on it and you would watch your favourite movies with us.
Sometimes I would think of your favourite snacks and I would buy them.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry we believed your son's poisons.
Our father is a beast unlike any other.
And I'm sorry that your garden is ruined.
I'm sorry the remnants of you we could keep were just aged photos and your towel.
I hope these people hear your last cries.
I hope it haunts them the same way it haunts me and my sisters' waking moments.
I miss you three.
But now I feel like we are not allowed even that.
We cannot enter our home anymore.
Outside looking in.
We cannot enter your room where you would rearrange all the furnitures inside on a whim
Where you would indulge our requests for a lullaby and even pat our sides as you did so as if we were still your babies
We found your music box, Ma
But knowing I'll never hear your lullaby makes me want to die the same way I had the day you left us
We cannot walk through the house you had built.
Where you gifted me my first bike, removing the training wheels in only two weeks out of your confidence in me
Where you would hold a competition with your friends in the neighborhood on who had the best fireworks for New Year
Papa, I can't see you pulling up at the garage anymore
And that was somehow what hurt me the most
I won't wake to the phantom sounds of you watering your plants
Or see your spectre on your rocking chair
Or hear you calling for my name to buy you something you crave that day
I won't see you leaving your room ready for church on Saturdays and I will never say it but I'll miss it, Mama.
I'm sorry we didn't fight hard enough
And that we lost some remnants of you
And that we do not have your strength and resilience
I'm so sorry
That we failed you
That we no longer live in those loving walls
That our father, your husband, your son, had broken us beyond recognition
I'm sorry those loving walls are gone from us now
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your F/O would beat the shit out of your abuser, they would absolutely torment your abuser because no one hurts you and gets away with it , in your F/Os eyes your abuser deserves no peace
#if only#I'd even watch them kill him#I'll tag the baes likely to do that#mordecai heller#thane krios#fili durin#nie mingjue#fenris#anders#cole cassidy#ifan ben mezd#xander fire emblem#rc lucifer#john mitchell#sam winchester#elliot spencer#hernan guerra#sherlock holmes
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Ask me this but for my OCs and SIs? 🥺🥺🥺
Get to Know Your Character
Here are some questions to consider for character development:
What parts of their childhood trigger them?
How do they treat themselves when they're feeling sad?
What parts of themselves do they tend to hide?
How do they punish themselves when they make mistakes?
Who are they loyal to? Why?
Who do they avoid? Why?
What emotions or situations do they try to avoid? Why?
What angers them?
What are their insecurities?
What are their emotional triggers?
How do they feel about love?
What are their fears?
What is their relationship with their family like?
What kind of people do they tend to gravitate towards?
What do they like/dislike about themselves?
Happy writing ❤
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today's your friendly reminder to treat your customer service call centre agents, the agents booking your appointments and hotel reservations, the agents handling your hospital billings and any issues you get in between, you know, people who pick up the phone when you need something?
Yeah
Friendly reminder to treat them like they're humans with feelings who are also going through their own lot in life and be patient with them if they tell you an issue had arisen cause guess what
They're not doing this to make your life harder, we have procedures to follow and you blowing up on us won't make the procedure faster
Instead it demotivates us, your ranting extends time that we could have used trying to solve your issue and sometimes we get frazzled by your yelling to the point that we give you the wrong resolution
All in all do not take your anger out on us and remember that you're not the only with emotions
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What if I opened ship YCHs for the following prices:
10 USD for sketch fill
20 USD for flat colours
30 USD for shaded
+ 5 USD for backgrounds
Would y'all be interested? 👀👀👀
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Araw ng Kagitingan | Day of Valour
image source: britannica.com
At dawn on April 9, 1942, against the orders of Generals Douglas MacArthur and Jonathan Wainwright, the commander of the Luzon Force, Bataan, Major General Edward P. King, Jr., surrendered more than 76,000 starving and disease-ridden soldiers (64,000 Filipinos and 12,000 Americans) to Japanese troops.
The majority of these prisoners of war had their belongings confiscated before being forced to endure the infamous 140-kilometre (87 mi) Bataan Death March to Camp O'Donnell in Capas, Tarlac. En route, thousands died from dehydration, heat prostration, untreated wounds, and wanton execution while walking in deep dust over vehicle-broken Macadam roads, and crammed into rail cars for transport to captivity.
The few who were lucky enough to travel by truck to San Fernando, Pampanga would still have to endure more than 25 miles (40 km) of additional marching. Prisoners were beaten randomly and often denied promised food and water. Those who fell behind were usually executed or left to die, with the sides of the roads becoming littered with dead bodies and those moaning for help.
Source: Wikipedia
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REBLOG if you have amazing talented artist friends!
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Howdy Marh! Aaaa thank you kindly for your sweet words on my John and Tex art I appreciate you ;---;!!!!
Please, I'd love to hear all about how you and Nadia like to comfort one another and cheer each other up when the other is sad 🥺✨️🩷
Tonalli @tex-treasures
No probs Tonalli💖💖💖 You did really well with drawing it and capturing the feeling!! You should be proud!!!
Okay so you know how during the stay at Nadia's palace was like filled with annoying nobles and how their clearly judging the player?
yeah Nadia's way of comforting Kahidlaw through that treatment is an overflowing of gifts and also rant sessions late into the night. It's something she knows someone that tends to repress their emotions would need to do.
Kahidlaw on the other hand chooses to comfort through distraction. Nadia may be as busy as she can be but when things get too much Kahidlaw pops their head in Nadia's office and asks if she won't mind accompanying them to the market in disguise.
#the arcana#nadia the arcana#nadia satrinava#platonic f/o#self ship#self shipping#fictional other#self ship community#selfship community#marh rambles#ask#💚tex💚
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Commission for @hedone26
They asked me to draw their self insert with a young John Constantine as their father in a Polaroid style picture!
Me being me I can never say no to these style of drawings cause I love photo style drawings.
Loved drawing this plus drawing babies gives me practice cause I really should draw kids more sjfhfhdjj
Interested in commissioning me? Click the source! 💗
#self ship#self shipping#fictional other#self ship community#selfship community#polyamarhous art#self insert#digital art#commission art#art commisions#commissions#commission#taking commisions#commissions open
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i decided that since i suck at drawing anthros my way of doing my Mordecai selfship is gonna be by drawing the Lackadaisy characters as humans qifugusjdj
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20 years of extreme poverty, abuse of power and human rights violations stemming from the authoritarian rule of a President my people bravely resisted.
Today, February 25, 2022, my country celebrates the 36th anniversary of Edsa People Power Revolution. A remarkable display of unity to reclaim the democracy taken away by power hungry leadership.
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✨️ Our ancestors before the Spaniards arrived wore gold and passed them down through the generations, regardless of social class. They even crafted bowls, liquid vessels, and the hilts and covers of daggers and swords out of gold.
They buried these ornaments with the dead so that they could use it in the afterlife and as a token to give the spirit or deity to leave purgatory. They also covered the faces of the dead with gold death masks to protect them from evil spirits entering the body.
Numerous Spanish accounts record that they wore gold and buried their dead with gold bahandi, or heirlooms. From Antonio Pigafetta, Francisco Alcina, Pedro Chirino, Friar Bobadilla and within the Boxer Codex Manuscript. Together with historical accounts, archeological finds of gold artifacts from Luzon, the Bisayas, and Mindanao show how much our pre-colonial ancestors wore and used gold in their clothing, divine figures, and everyday wear, similar to the rest of Southeast Asia.
To see many of these artifacts, check out the gold exhibit in the National Museum of the Philippines and Ayala Museum.
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Miss Universe Philippines 2023 Homecoming Outfit
A tribute to Apo Whang Od, as a part two to her final Miss Universe evening gown
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