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Traumatized people are often advised to 'keep it under control' and 'find a way to contain it', and I always felt it was a fault of mine, if I freak out, or panic, or have an anxiety attack, or can't stop shaking or shivering. Now that I no longer have extreme bouts of panic, I'm starting to understand how much fear, panic and pain I contain within myself every day.
If I'm in a place that makes me anxious, I stay still, I do nothing. If I'm panicking, I will modify my behavior to the point where nobody around me will be able to see and realize that I'm panicking, I will seem happy, and pleasing. If I'm experiencing intense rage or frustration, I will shut down and won't respond or interact with anyone until I figure out what is a reasonable and logical thing to do. I am containing everything, constantly. And it's only a part of what I've been containing and keeping under control, I used to contain terror every day. I am used to circumstances where I had to act normal under threat of violence, threat to my life, every single day. I had to walk around like nothing is wrong while I was dissociating so heavily I couldn't tell if the world was even real. I was blaming myself if there was a momentary lapse of control, if the panic I was containing for months leaked out of me a little. The thought of not being able to keep it down terrified me.
I blamed myself for not being able to keep mountains of fear, grief, anger and panic under a guise, which a human being is not supposed to do. Our reactions of fear, panic and rage are there in order to point out that something is deeply wrong, that we're unsafe, that our circumstances need to change and we need safety, now. Keeping that shit contained and controlled is trying to bypass human instincts, fighting against human nature, and I did that, we all did that, because it was the only thing we were ever told to do with it. We'd be punished for anything else, threatened for any other kind of response that isn't containing and keeping it down.
And now when keeping it down is no longer humanely possible, because we did it for so long we wore our entire spirits down, now we get told we need to do more of it? More of pretense that things are fine, more of guilt and shame for not managing to be a closed human container of panic and pain? We were never supposed to keep that much in. Keeping all that inside and learning to control myself taught me to be what I am right now, keeping any inconvenient emotion down only so I could break down in private, or try to keep it down indefinitely, because I don't know any other way to live anymore. Fighting against my own instincts and fawning at others is just who I am now, and it's not who I'm supposed to be. Panic is supposed to be loud and alarming, pain is supposed to be heard, people are supposed to react with offering safety and change of circumstances that led to this. Not telling the scared, pained and panicked people to 'keep it down'.
#cptsd#ptsd#trauma#panic attacks#containing panic#containing anxiety#victim shaming#abusers never get told to keep their violence and abuse under control#only we have to keep our reactions contained
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here have some tyler galpin text posts
#tag yourself i have breached containment but do not panic i am simply getting a snack#wednesday text posts#tyler galpin#incorrect wednesday#wednesday#wednesday series#wednesday netflix#weyler#incorrect wednesday quotes#wyler#wednesday incorrect quotes#hunter doohan
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“You cannot live your life to please others. the choice must be yours.” Susan
Uh. So this prompt possessed me a little bit, I sure hope smoking isn't a trigger for you, anon.
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Sometimes, in the summers, when the air is thick and heavy, dripping with unshed rain and pressing into the hollow of her clavicles, Susan Pevensie stands in her mother's garden, and bathes in the sun. She drapes her blouse, soaked with sweat, and her skirt, soaked with perfume, over the old rocking chair that has long since splintered under the weight of its age, and then:
A breath.
With closed eyes and soft mouth, rouge-dotted and lipstick-smeared, Susan Pevensie tilts her face towards the light. Her brassiere is damp with English rain that won't fall, her petticoats are stiff with English breeze that won't blow and her wrists are strung up by English strings that won't pull.
Blue skies are rare, here. England is grey, and England is cloudy, and England rains and rains and rains until it has made itself sick and its ground unsteady. Some weeks, the clouds hang low for so long that the sun cannot reach what it wishes to nourish. Some weeks, Susan sits by her window, her head pressed against the glass, and watches the clouds drip into fog, the fog drip into the earth, and the earth drown and cry. Until her skin matches the grey of the skies, until her mind drips from her every breath onto the paneled glass, until she can't see through the fog, anymore.
"Su", says her brother, then, his hands on her forehead, his mouth in her hair. "Susie." His hands, shaking and unsteady, are warm and getting warmer with every passed winter. His voice, soft and careful and stripped of teeth, drops steadily deeper. When he turns his head, the beginnings of a stubble scrape against her cheek.
"Light of my life, sun of my skies."
The skies are grey. The grass is grey. The fence is grey. The world is grey.
Peter's eyes are blue. The clouds don't gather around his pupils, and his irises are clear as they've been for days. The English sky has never echoed the yellow freckles.
The Narnian skies were ever centered around the pupil of her sun, in the soft yellow streaks of Peter's eyes.
Susan wets her lips. She doesn't wet her cheeks.
Peter climbs onto the bench. "My sister", he says softly. "Where have you gone?"
Susan buries her face in his chest and leaves behind great streaks of make-up on his bleached dress shirt: a mouth of lipstick, a blur of rouge, a dust of powder. Splotches of mascara, lines of kohl. Marks of eyeshadow.
Peter rubs her back, and Susan doesn't cry.
In the summers, she drinks the sun with greedy mouth and empty stomach and hungry, hungry skin. In the dripping air and the burning grass, Susan Pevensie strips to her undergarments - and breathes.
In, and out.
A breath, and then another.
Beyond her closed eyes, the world drips reds and oranges, and bright, stark yellows. Beyond her hollow mouth, the air coats her windpipe; a slow dripping of heat.
She is alone, here. She drops her ball-jointed limbs and her painted porcelain face, turns her opal glass palms right side up, and breathes.
Until her lungs settle, and the fog has run dry. Until the colours are a bit sharper, a bit brighter. A smear more familiar.
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The party is slow. Nicotine gathers heavy on the ceiling, and the music is a little too loud to be ambient. The drinks are spiked, the hems are lifted, and Susan is standing by the door, watching her friend lose the last of her lipstick to a stranger's mouth.
The boy is. Well, he's fine. Polite and gentle, soft-spoken. He ducks his head and worries the tips of his fingers and the spread of his lips until they bleed. His hair would curl, if it was long enough, and when she blows smoke in his direction, he coughs.
Smiles.
Susan takes another drag of her cigarette. Flicks the ash to the floor. Smiles.
"You'll have to forgive the cigarette", she says around the smoke seeping from her mouth. "It calms me down."
The boy blinks at her, and wets his bottom lip. It is dark with blood, dotted purple where he has almost broken skin, swollen with the almost-injury. "I can't imagine anyone ever denies you much of anything", he says. "You're too pretty for that."
"Too pretty to be annoyed with?"
He shrugs. His shoulders are slumped forwards, and it makes his suit jacket sit oddly on the rounded curve of his back. "People love pretty things. Better to keep them around."
Her cigarette is stained with her lipstick, and the tips of her fingers drip with it. The smoke in her lungs is warm, and the alcohol in her blood is warmer, still, so Susan tilts her head. "When I was a little girl, my mother bought me a little lace collar. I wore it until it broke, and begged her to fix it when it had long become too threadbare to even be touched."
The boy nods, and takes a breath.
Susan clicks her tongue. "I'd gotten beet juice on it, and it wouldn't come out in the wash. No matter the soap, no matter the scrub. There was a small pink stain near the lapel, and it simply bled in all directions. So my mother soaked it in bleach."
The boy cannot pull his shoulders forwards any further. He cannot bend his back more. He digs his teeth into the purple marks on his lips.
"The bleach dissolved most of it. The lace was too delicate." Susan throws the cigarette stub on the floor and savours the last breath of it, the hot coating of her tongue. "If she hadn't tried to get the stain out, it wouldn't have broken."
The boy's teeth break his skin. The blood pools, dark and shy, around the enamel and into the corners of his mouth. "You couldn't have worn the stained collar", he says, with his soft voice and his soft eyes, his soft, soft hair.
"Why not?"
"Well", says the boy. His shirt is starched and bleached. There is a wrinkle ironed firmly into the placket. He coughs again. "It was already ruined before your mother bleached it. It was stained."
Susan crushes the stub underneath her shoe. The music covers the sound of the grinding and the soft hiss of the dying embers. "It was mine, and I loved it", she says. "Was it my mother's call to make what I could bear?"
The boy shrugs. "It's a lace collar. There are others."
Susan hums. "Perhaps. But I wanted this one." Across the room, someone spills red wine over someone else's lap. Someone else holds their cigarette too close to their lover's sleeve. "You shouldn't live your life to please others. You mind the smoke, and you mind the talking. And yet-"
The boy laughs. The corners of his eyes wrinkle, the apples of his cheeks flush dark, and the blood on his lips spreads slow across his teeth.
"And yet", he says, "here I am."
#narnia#the chronicles of narnia#tcon#susan pevensie#peter pevensie#tcon fanfic#tcon fanfiction#narnia fanfic#narnia fanfiction#the chronicles of narnia fanfiction#the chronicles of narnia fanfic#seasonal depression#smoking#susan flirting at a party#susan having a panic attack about english weather#she contains multitudes#the problem of susan#sort of#larissa makes things
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Din: “What’s for dinner, cyare?”
Luke: *snaps the waistband of his Gucci pants over his ass*
Luke: “Fascists.”
Din: *already loading his Amban rifle* “Bet???”
#PLEASE I need to see these two hunt down Imps together#PLEASE I need to see Din’s brain short-circuit at the sight of Luke in his Endor outfit#not even beskar’gam can contain the bi panic#star wars#the mandalorian#luke skywalker#din djarin#dinluke#skydalorian#incorrect quotes#incorrect star wars quotes
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Wouldn’t it be really funny if in season 5 of lmk, the person who is helping the party ends up betraying Mk and trapping him stating that “Mk is far too unstable for his own good” and by keeping him contained it’s the only possibility for ensuring that the universe doesn’t shatter.
#and the rocks are what keep him contained#haha that’d be really funny#using the lantern from the shadow play#ah. reoccurring themes my love#*panics*#lmk season 5#lego monkie kid#speck rambles#NOT ACTUALLY APART OF SEASON 5#just a pattern i’ve been seeing
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If I had a nickel for every time a drag race stan account on Twitter screenshotted one of my fics and posted it publicly, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.
#had a few moments of panic after marciagate#but then I was like#this won’t breach containment#and also???#so fucking pussy I secretly hoped they were talking about my fic :)#like wow you saw a video of Nymphia skating and went just like that one fic!#huge for me as an author tbh#also idk if this person has a tumblr but if they do hi!! we are mutuals on twitter and I think this is very funny#and honestly it made me feel better about my writing skills so :)#drag race#rpdr#RuPaul’s drag race#twitter#nymphia wind#plane Jane#✈️#planymphia#also I think it’s funny that I was so surprised when I saw my own fic tweeted#like. girl.#afaik there’s 2 planymphia skating fics on ao3 there was a good 50% chance#okay I deleted my original caption but#i feel like this doesn’t need all that much context#except that I think this is really funny#and I was initially freaked out but then went haha nice#v funny to have my own fic tweeted at me I feel like Hannah Montana secret double life
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Sorry I'm weak for parenting/family content and have to subject Klieg and Rouxls to it :') Don't yell at me
HOLD THINE CHILD
#My Art#Kliegkaard#Rouxls#Klieg#Lava#sorry I'll try to keep this parenting stuff as contained as my fixation allows it :'D#They are very funny as parents#I'm pretty sure Klieg sat by Rouxls during the whole process but the moment the babi was out he just went PANIC MODE#Hold your tiny tardigrade daughter#Okay that's as much as I'm comfortable posting today#I've been way too anxious about all this stuff but I needed some time to get my brain in check#idk when I'll post this stuff to Twitter as well#crossposting is draining
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Make Use Of Me (chapter 1, preview)
Dec. 7 EDIT: ONCE MORE, WITH BRAVERY THIS TIME. No more chickening out. You can read this thing FOR REAL now. Sorry for being weird, and now....sorry if this wasn't worth it. XD
O-OK...here goes....
First thing's first: I am not expecting a lotta people to read this. I'm not asking people to read this. At this point, I'm making this mostly as a passion project, and if anyone enjoys it, it'll be a really cool bonus. My writing style isn't gonna be for everyone, and the characters I write aren't the most....popular characters in the CRK X Reader community, and I imagine this isn't really something a lotta fans'll be demanding more of.
This is LONG. This one chapter is 56 pages long. I am a VERY wordy writer,
So......why'm I posting this preview? Well....partially as an interest gauge for people who WOULD wanna read it, but...mostly as a motivator. As something to remind myself of whenever I get lazy. After all....I can't quit after I made the first chapter public, right? By doing that, I put myself out there...And, hey, I even tagged it, so, if by the off chance, someone did read it, I'm basically promising them more eventually.....
But, again, I'm not forcing anyone to read this.
Not only is it long, but.....This first chapter is probably my least-favorite thing I've ever written. By posting this chapter by itself, I'm testing to see if it does its job of making people wanna read the rest, cuz....right now, I'm not so sure how well it succeeds at that.....
This is the boring part of the story. It's a bunch of setup, and me jumping through hoop after hoop after hoop to just get everything started. I know setup is important and all, but....I'm already a very wordy writer, so....oof....There is some interesting stuff that happens, but it takes a while to get there.
I-I....kinda hate it, actually. The only reason I didn't scrap it is that I didn't realize I hated it until I was about halfway through it and the "good part" hadn't started yet. And I still spent a month writing the thing, so....I finished it.
I'm tagging this...as an experiment. If you wanna read this, go ahead. W-well, read my tags first, THEN go ahead. XD
All I can really say in this chapter's defense is that....I do try my best to salvage it. It's just setup, but I TRIED to make it interesting. And everything that seems like it didn't go anywhere, will later. This isn't the whole story, it's just the beginning of what's gonna be a BIG story. Anything that seems weird in this chapter, gets explored in the other chapters. This does set up a bunch of stuff that becomes important later (The friend character shows up later, the Colosseum becomes relevant later). This chapter is boring, but I tried not to make any of it pointless.
For the future: I'm aiming for five chapters. Chapters 2 and 3 will be a series of smaller vignettes that take place over the course of a few years, chapter 4 will be the climax, and chapter 5 will be something of an epilogue. After that, there will be two endings to choose from (which will make sense when we get there).
This probably won't be my favorite thing I've ever written, but it will be the most ambitious thing I've ever, and probably will ever, write. I haven't written something like this before, and it's all to flesh out this story and make it believable.
Right now, I.....I want to finish this. I'll probably still be writing this in February at the rate I'm going, but...at this point, I've put too much into it to give up on it. However, I'm STILL not completely ruling out the idea of my motivation dying before then. It COULD happen. So, what I'm planning to do is...setting a short-term goal of finishing chapter 3. After I do that, I'll post the first three chapters on AO3 together, and work on the rest. That way, even if I don't finish it, I'll at least have it over half done, and chapter 3 will end on a somewhat high note.
So, yyyyeah....Not a lotta people will read this preview. Overly wordy writing style + boring setup part of story + 56 pages long + assumed lack of interest for X Readers of this character (At least, I haven't SEEN many simps for her, m-maybe I'm wrong, I might be, I-I haven't checked any tags cuz I've been nervous, b-but it doesn't make my writing any better. In that case, this is my first time writing her so I'm trying super hard to do her justice >//////<)
I-if you wanna read this, and see if this first chapter does a good job of making you wanna read the better chapters, then...Go ahead.....
Some notes:
-This is still not the final draft. It's finalized enough for me to share, but I'm still not considering it finished. Even tho I'm working on chapter 3 right now, I STILL go back and edit this, even very recently. So, chances are, even if the story is finalized, small details and sentences are still subject to change. I know for a fact that there are still SOME placeholder bits in here that will change after I get some stuff cleared up. Recently, I even considered chopping off an entire section to make it shorter. I decided not to, but hey, it could still happen. I don't wanna waste anyone's time. The first chapter of a story, even if it's boring, is still very important, and I wanna make sure it's the best version of itself.
(A-and yes, this means that I've finished chapter 2 as well. The reason I'm not sharing it is that, unlike chapter 1, it was finished VERY recently, so I might still need to give myself time to edit it. From what I have, tho, I do like it a LOT more than chapter 1. There are some parts of chapter 2 that I'm legit proud of.)
-Even tho this first chapter is completely clean, I-I should mention that....this fic is for adults. The full version, at least. Chapters 3 and 4 are gonna contain some light N/S/F/W moments (the "fade to black" variety, so nothing explicit) and there'll be other slightly racey comments here and there. Just a heads-up. I'm gonna be uncomfy with minors reading this.
Th-that's all? I-I think that's all.......O-OK, so......h-here goes.....
E-enjoy....
#fics by lauri#fanfic preview#WARNING: UNFINISHED#THIS IS JUST THE FIRST CHAPTER#......AND ITS STILL A LONG READ#cookie run x reader#crk x reader#golden cheese cookie x reader#gender neutral reader#also contains a gender neutral 'friend' character you can do what you want with#basically i got inspired by that part in her bio that mentions how...#....shes always looking to add more loyal subjects#and it made me imagine the story of an outsider who gradually integrates into the kingdom and earns her approval#so its an underdog story basically#and there a LOT that the reader gets put through#reader is shy and socially awkward but can also be a bit more sarcastic than the other reader characters ive written#im aiming for a BIT more comedy than usual since its my first crk fic that doesnt take place in the humorless dark cacao kingdom XD#but yeah reader is a ball of anxiety#they get panic attacks later on#pre canon#VERY VERY VERY pre canon#takes place DECADES before canon#before um....the lost city became lost#its not virtual#no errors no avatars#just a technologically advanced city#power imbalance and god complex stuff all over the place cuz fghdhgfhdhfgh im weak for that part of her#also contains some themes of verbal abuse (from nameless characters toward reader)#and like i said it has some adult moments later on#contains a lot of time skips
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i still think about this comment someone left on IYLO
#like the panic thats barely contained throughout is unmatched#'thank you or maybe fuck you i haven't decided yet' gold#is your light on#top tier comments#steddie fanfiction#steddie#fanfiction
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yaz&14 having an insomniac sleepover and 14 starts vaguely glowing in the dark and yaz has a panic attack and 14 is like no it's okay i just do this now it's fine i promise and that does Absolutely Nothing To Help do you know how many times 13 has said that while like actively dying yaz has told that lie FOR her while she was actively dying
#yaz: i will beat the doctor into their next regeneration#yaz: also i will have a panic attack if i think theyre gonna die again i contain multitudes
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Imitates human behaviors to an uncanny degree, Akira remembers from the lab notes. Mimic skill on par with any natural predator that imitates another animal to lure in prey.
Scene from the amazing mermaid fic, I like to think I’m a good person by @relationshipcrimes (READ THE TAGS BEFORE BEGINNING)
#this fic has been driving me insane - every time I’ve seen my cat go near my bathtub for the last few days I’ve had a panic response LMAO#<- if u want to know why I did then read the fic but also check the tags bcuz it’s… FUCKED up#this little scene is near the start so it looks very cute and wholesome but um. it’s. not.#ANYWAY so sorry about the inaccurate backgrounds 😔 Akechi is in the containment tank at this point of the fic NOT the bathtub…#but unfortunately I can’t craft an entire military-grade fish tank from scratch bcuz I hv to study lol#which is a shame cuz I hv a really clear vision of it in my head lmao#anyway peep Akechi’s little braids and freckles heheheh. so sweet. so human…. (:#also tumblr butchered the quality so u can’t see his teeth very well in the first pic but they are. a little spiky. :)))#also I may or may not be making another sprite edit of Akechi & Akira at the END of the fic but those r gonna take a while bcuz [SPOILERS]#I like to think I’m a good person#persona#persona 5#p5#persona 5 royal#p5r#persona 5 fanfiction#goro akechi#akira kurusu#ren amamiya#shuake#akeshu#mine#anyway this fic slaps in a very haunting type of way so read it asap (if ur ok w the content warnings)#oh for the record the dots on his chest & shoulders aren’t freckles they’re scale texturing lol#I also messed w the portrait dimensions so u could see mermaid Akechi better… so I couldn’t standardise the sizing like usual 😭#so if it looks a little wonky that’s why 🙇♀️😭 apologies
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Seeing photos of Helen Bauer hanging out with Fern Brady and Sam Campbell in Melbourne where she is presumably catching Pokemon for James Acaster and it's like PLEASE can we just have her on Taskmaster already I need her on Taskmaster
#taskmaster#helen bauer#she would be an immediate and total trainwreck in the best way#the panic of ivo graham the unhinged cheer of sue perkins the barely contained violence of rhod gilbert#i need this#plz
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hey if the only real difference between pidw and scum villain before shen yuan’s transmigration is shen jiu possibly dying of a qi deviation, then does that mean shang qinghua accidentally murdered shen jiu
#scum villain#svss#shang qinghua#???#i mostly mean this as a joke but like imagine#murderous coward sqh (affectionate) just deciding he doesn't want to deal with cannon -#and he doesn't have the therapy license these characters need so he just assassinates sj#like well i've already done this much treason why stop now#then his visible discomfort with sy!sqq has less to do with sy's ooc behavior and more to do with like#sqh's contained panic at trying and failing to kill sj and expecting the other shoe to drop at any moment#because no matter how you feel about sj i thnk we all know: that bitch can hold a grudge#not really in line with cannon but it could be fun!#the other answer is that there are more changes but they're all granular politics from the northern demon realm#and thus sy wouldn't know/care#the other other answer is that sj didn't die on his own -#maybe the system decided sqh wasn't doing enough and offed sj to make room for sy#which would still make it related to sqh#just not in a 'sqh's presence is subtly offputting and digging into sj's insecurities -#which then destabilizes his cultivation base until he qi deviates and dies' sort of way#i'm sorry i just like to imagine sqh having a huge body count despite shying away from nearly all physical confrontations#it's good and funny every time#my posts
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ive seen (and enjoyed) several posts about ashtons panic attack last week but i think the thing folks are missing about why they just... slipped away for it is just how *hard* it is to lean on someone when youve never really had someone you trusted *to* lean on. hes absolutely freaking out that maybe he might trust these assholes for that but not just yet, not for this, not right now, not as a whole fucking group with too many eyes on him, and ESPECIALLY not with a stranger in a position of power there too. nah, faced with that level of world shattering bullshit, you fuck off to have a private little freak out, then dust yourself off and go on with your day, cos you have shit to do and its *your* shit to do
i foresee him testing the waters for a good long while, and id bet they have little moments like the one with fcg a few eps ago, one on one convos for them to feel out, no okay *this* is safe before they push and figure if *that* is safe too, bit by bit before hes comfortable leaning on the hells as a group
hes gettin there tho
#mochi rambles#source: i am just this asshole lmao#god i frustrated so many people in my early twenties by shutting them out when I was in full freak out#because if you dont have that learned understanding that friends are FOR leaning on when shit goes south#you just#dont#or if you do it's in very limted and controlled ways that ultimately dont matter#and its such a fucking hard thing to unlearn#i was definitely like ah yes the extract urself from social situation to quietly panic#i have been there (:#poor blorbo#n e wai#is that enough tags to not show up if i tag things for filing#i sure hope so#🚫 do not perceive me 🚫#or do i guess i dont really care#critical role#critical role spoilers#c3#blorbo containment zone
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#filler tags#so this hopefully#doesn’t show up in the#tracked tags xoxoxoxox#the amount of youthful LGBT people I’ve seen treatin… GP as something cutesy…#85 43-#extra numbers#it genuinely concerns me#additional tags added after the fact yeehaw#personal#poll#if you’re not familiar with the gay panic defense you’re allowed to look it up using the computer/phone you’re holding in your hand#i promise it’s ok to use your resources#it’s actually encouraged#alright shutting rb’s off (2p 09.09) I don’t need this breaking containment
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Thinking about the poem Clyde wrote after Bonnie wrote The Story of Bonnie and Clyde
#that kidnapping is the same instance Blanche mentions in her memoir#to be clear the Fugitives book/Blanche's memoir both contained some fabrications#they were written while Blanche was in prison and shortly after bonnie and clyde's deaths and needed to paint those who still lived in#a good light#BUT the poetry was real. bonnie had actually published poetry in papers before#and as far as i know in what ive read the fabrications are largely stretches of truth (Blanche likely didnt panic as hard as she wrote she#did during the joplin confrontation)#or its stuff like how eyewitness accounts tend to go back and forth over whether Bonnie herself ever fired a gun or killed anyone#also forever thinking about bonnie's poetry
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