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sneeb-canons · 14 days
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Headcanon #500:
Mind is afraid that when he distances himself from or above the others, that he will be too far gone to come back down. That when his paranoia gets the best of him, he'll shut everyone else out and then be completely alone with no way back to where he was before.
Heart is afraid that if Mind is right, with the idea that what he does isn't genuine, that he's being manipulative without realizing it. Then therefore being Whole without himself there is the better option. That he'd be thrown out because his ideas would then be "not worth it" or even "vile"
Soul is afraid that no matter what he does or how good things will be, they'll always eventually split up again or even end up worse. Even then he has no clue what he's supposed to do or be during everything, and so because of that he'll never be whole. Or worse that he'll never really "feel" whole.
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fizzytoo · 11 months
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just two friends in the gym they might kiss
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elliewiltarwyn · 1 month
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Send 🐍 for a screenshot associated with betrayal or spite.
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"I have granted you, and Ellie... and mankind their chances to prove themselves, the validity of their causes, their so-called worth and potential -- and you have all been found wanting. In light of this, I ask..."
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"Do you still truly intend to walk this doomed path and stand against me... who loved you with all my being?"
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The truth finally strikes her then. It's me. It's her.
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A hand, shaking and violently unsteady, stretches towards her from the middle of the floor.
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"No... No...!"
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"Mia, no...!"
it's not exactly a betrayal, to be honest. we all knew emet-selch was going to turn on you eventually, drop his facade of friendship.
you didn't know he would take her with him. you didn't know what he's been seeding in her mind, casting doubt and aspersions over her very existence, her identity.
you never thought her resolve would crumble in the face of who we truly are.
(ty for the prompt, @oneiroy!!)
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utilitycaster · 1 year
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Feeling a certain way about how squeamish or angry many people are about genre-typical character death in actual play, vs how comfortable those same people are in openly wishing there were more depictions of violent misogyny and homophobia
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samble · 2 months
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"don't like this post if you won't rb"? we'll now i guess i am doing neither then! <3
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lorei-writes · 5 months
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So an accident happened and my laptop charger broke (hopefully just the charger), so I'm one sad person now <3
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anipgarden · 11 months
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One thing I've found important but also sometimes difficult to learn is that the difference between a 'butterfly garden' and a 'biodiverse habitat' is that you gotta accept that sometimes things are gonna die.
This isn't to say that you shouldn't try to tend to things. If I find a bunch of oleander aphids harassing some of my young milkweed plants, I'll get the hose and spray them off no problem--hard to tend a garden and save milkweed seeds if they're getting the life sucked out of them before they can even go to seed. If I see a lot of snails starting to devour some of my flowers and turn them into brown mush, I'll pick them off and toss them to the neighborhood ducks.
But with that being said, creating a biodiverse environment for wildlife means there's gonna be prey animals and predator animals, and some insects may fill several niches. I plant milkweed and other flowers so monarchs and other insects can enjoy them as a host plant and a nectar source. Some years, I can barely even find large caterpillars because the wasps just go ham and pig out. That doesn't mean I'm gonna hunt down any and every wasp nest and spray it to death for being oh-so-mean to my precious baby caterpillars! They're just trying to survive, just like everything else in my garden!
And in the grand scheme, everything is part of a cycle that feeds everything else. The caterpillars feed the wasps, which then feed the cardinals and chickadees and mocking birds. Later in the summer, I always see some ladybugs, and my aphid problems drop even without me bringing out the hose. Sure, the snails are a major problem for me, right now. But they might be feeding things I'm not even seeing, late at night--like blindworms, or possums, or frogs, and maybe even the birds are going at them when I'm not outside.
The literal basis of my pollinator garden is so things can eat other things--the caterpillars feed on the milkweed, after all. I can't deny that they're part of an ecosystem, and the effort in trying to just sprays poisons everywhere for no real reason.
If I really wanted to, I could try and collect every single tiny little baby caterpillar and keep them in a little container, so I can rear them by hand, if it hurts too much to think of them getting eaten by wasps. My next door neighbor did that. Brought in 26 caterpillars to protect them from outside enemies, and promptly ran out of milkweed. Out of all that, only maybe 10 tops made it. And the instant she set out her stripped-bare plants again, there were already more monarchs coming in and laying seeds on the stems of plants that just barely were starting to leaf back out.
Nature's a balancing act. Monarchs have been dealing with pests like wasps through all this time. Every time I wonder where the caterpillars are, I sure can still find a few dozen eggs on my plants. Butterflies are still dropping by, still laying tons of eggs on my plants. And it's not like I go out there five times a day to count caterpillars--for all I know, there could still be dozens of those little guys growing up where I don't even see them.
I feel like I'm losing my point. Long story short, if wasps are eating some caterpillars in my backyard, I'm not gonna lose my mind. I want my garden to be part of a wider ecosystem, not a members-only club.
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redhead-reporter · 7 months
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*chanting* three weeks three weeks three weeks THREE WEEKS
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not-poignant · 8 months
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I've been too anxious to publicly post my work anywhere since some mean kids in high school found my DA like a million years ago (literally fifteen years ago, I cannot believe this is still impacting my life), but reading your fic and falling in love with it inspired me enough to make an account and post something. I don't know if it's good and I might panic and take it down, but I wanted to say thank you anyway :)
CONGRATS!!!!
Honestly anon, that's huge.
Also maybe you will freak out and take it down, but you can always practice putting it up again as many times as you want
Also fuck those assholes from 15 years ago, they don't deserve your energy, and I know it's easier said than done, but you definitely deserve the kind of self-care and self-love to keep gently unpacking them having so much power over your life, and to keep practicing the belief that the shape of you and the shape of the things that you create are allowed to exist in the world.
I hope you journey down this road further and further, anon! You can always turn back when it gets too threatening <3
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go-to-the-mirror · 8 months
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Yk it’s so weird to have people older than you like your stuff online? Someone commented on my fic talking about their kids. People are responding to my google forms and they’re in their 20s and beyond. They have a LIFE and my stuff is cool enough to be in it and that’s really neat :3
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freezegirl · 4 months
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@lvebug / continued from here
after khione makes sure she can still breathe after that elbow to the gut, she tells will and layla that she's going to look for the pretty girl. tells layla to please text her if she's planning on heading home. to keep her in the loop. layla just grins and tells her to 'go already'.
so khione does.
it soon becomes apparent that the pretty girl has left the party. so khione weaves her way around the people that are still dancing and singing and once she makes it to the hallway, khione spots the pretty girl and spots someone else with her.
a boy, clearly drunk.
"hey," khione says as she approaches, "i was wondering where you went. who's your friend? he... looks like he's about to turn as green as his suit. should we sit him down or something? get some water or other fluids into him?"
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deanstits · 2 months
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I see new destiel posts, I like them immediately, they go in the queue and are posted 4 months later. I promise I'm reblogging as well as liking, I swear it !!!!
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despairforme · 5 months
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countlessrealities · 11 months
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Send 🫢 for my muse's reaction to yours walking in while they are changing / getting dressed || Accepting !
@mcltiples sent: “oops!” { to Evil Rick from Weird Rick xD }
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Despite what you would be pushed to think, Rick had his own bedroom in the bunker he shared with his partner. The place was spotless, in the way furniture on display was, betraying how little it was used. There were no personal items in sight, with the exception of a oddly shaped jar, filled with a fluorescent blue liquid, and a small device that supposedly worked as a projector, but that merelt laid on the nightstand, turned off and unused.
In that moment, there were other signs of life too. A fresh set of clothes on the bed, waiting to be used. A towel on the seatback of the chair. A half drunk glass of scotch on the desk.
And, of course, Rick himself, freshly out of the shower, standing in front of the full length mirror hanging from one of the walls. His body was completely bare, aside from the towel around his waist, and his hair was still damp, the usual spiky locks drooping backwards over his skull. The artificial flesh of his right hand had been removed, exposing the high-tech skeleton that lied underneath it, and he was busy recalibrating the circuits that gave sensitivity to his fingers.
The first thing that caught the eye were the dark countless scars that covered his flesh. A broad set of claw marks across his left shoulder. The slightly hollowed, large line that ran along his sternum, top to bottom. The ugly burn that decorated his left side, from his hip up to the border of his ribcage. The various scars littering his arms, starting from the ones that marked the whole circumference of the upper side of his biceps. A bullet wound, between his shoulder blades. And then so many others, standing out against the too pale flesh of his torso and legs. Rough surgical scars, for the most, but also deep cuts, smaller burns, even a couple of bite marks.
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Normally Rick hardly paid them any attention, if not when they itched too much. And, since the start of his and his alternate's intimate relationship, also when their naked bodies were pressed together. He found the contrast between his ruined flesh and the other's flawless skin fascinating.
The sound of the automatic door sliding open briefly distracted him from his task. He didn't need to look over his shoulder to know who had stepped in. After all, there was only another person had access to the bunker.
"I-I'll be with you in a moment, Rick," he spoke up, applying the last fixes to the circuits. "Is there something you need me for?"
He experimentally flexed his fingers a couple of time, before turning on his heels and heading for the desk. He set the tools on it, retrieving a small vial and carefully pouring his contents over the metal. In the matter of a few seconds, the whole surface was once again covered with muscles and skin.
"O-Or is it one of those times when you just like to stand and watch me?" He went on, draining what was left of his scotch as he tugged the towel off.
Not a trace of hesitation or shame touched his blank expression. Nudity was a taboo dictated by most Earthen societies and their mindset, and he couldn't have cared less about them. Besides, his partner had seen him bare plenty of times.
Once he had picked up his trousers and underwear, he finally turned to look at his alternate, head tilted slightly. Gray blue eyes studied those features carefully, trying to read the other's thoughts hidden behind them.
"Do you wish for me to guess?"
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headspacedad · 2 years
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One day I will probably bully myself into actually making a tumblr because I feel like a bother but I only barely(earlier this year) made myself a Discord.
That aside, its APRIL O'NEIL(Rise of the TMNT version)! Today’s prompt was bat and the thought process was “April has a magic baseball bat, bat, Batman, April as Batman”. Kinda had trouble figuring out how to do the cowl with her hair so I just went with a domino mask haha.
💜
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mythvoiced · 4 months
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@tewwor | ♥
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"It's... Please, I need you to return that. I'm sorry, I'm- I'm not accusing you of taking it, it, I will say- I mean it was a mistake, surely, I will say that's what happened."
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