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#i have a story to tell damn you
fitemilk · 1 year
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long post so settle in
when i was at the nail tech school tour, the owner (director, i think is her official title?) asked me why i wanted to be a nail tech. this is something my therapist prepared me for!
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one of the goals i had for therapy was gaining enough confidence to career switch. i was unemployed for the longest time, had a brief but unsuccessful stint at a local game store, and have been unemployed since. i refused to go back to retail and needed to switch.
my therapist would always notice my nails during a session. they are well-manicured and the color was always different each session. they are also my natural nails.
after a couple of unsuccessful tries at finding something out there for me, she asked to see my nails up close. she got me talking. since we communicate using telehealth, i showed her the nail polish collection i’ve amassed for 18 years, neatly organized in an ikea file cabinet.
she was impressed. nearly every color has its own drawer. she remarked, “i think this is what you were meant to do, patton. i think you should pursue this.”
i told her a story. it goes like this:
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when i was a little kid, my mom would do my nails. my mom had a modest polish collection, stored in a small wooden box. they were older polishes, based on what i currently know. not from the 90s, when i was little, but earlier. some of them probably dated back to the 70s, but they were still good. back then, the range of colors was nowhere near as wide as it is now. it was pinks and reds, maybe a plum purple. my mom would paint my nails pink.
then in 1995 (i don’t know why i remember that year, but i do), the game changed. revlon had just put out its street wear line. finally! more than just pinks and reds and maybe that purple. there were blues, greens, yellows, even a black! i went gaga. my first one was a dark blue.
my auntie got me a markwins polish set for christmas when i was 13. it was HUGE. i think it was a 30-polish set. while everything else in the house may have been an absolute clusterfuck of a hoarder mess, i held on to my polishes.
when i moved out and out-of-state, i had three polishes in my possession — a frosty blue from mary kate & ashley (yeah, those twins), a orange from wild n’ crazy, and a sheer sky blue from revlon called bright sky. i still have the latter two! and i did my nails with bright sky last week!
i began to amass my collection once more. my mom was diagnosed with cancer shortly after i left home, and by 2009, my mom was dying. she signed a dnr (do not resuscitate) order, and by late summer/early fall, the time had come. my mom was in too much pain to continue. she was in at-home hospice care, in a hospital bed, hooked up to a morphine drip. i made my final visit. i was spending what little time i had left with my mom, watching tv, getting out any final stories we wanted to share.
my mom wanted me to do her nails one last time. she knew i brought polish with me, i always did any time i traveled. she picked out two colors — korean fruit and flower stand by carolyn new york for her hands (a light peachy coral crème) and cherry glaze by sally hansen salon for her feet (a slightly jelly neutral red)
it came around full circle.
my therapist was right. i was meant to do this.
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when the director asked me why i wanted to be nail tech, i simply said, “my mom would paint my nails when i was a little kid. when i was older, i would paint hers. it’s something that i’ve always loved.”
she loved it. when i was leaving, she said, “i thing you’re going to do well here. you’ve got style, your pink hair is very nice!”
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and that’s my long-winded non-linear story
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diorsbrando · 23 hours
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y’all . . . . . .
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coconut530 · 5 months
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RELIGIOUS TRAUMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
#Nevermore#Nevermore Webtoon#Webtoon#ACTUALLY LIKE. ONE OF THE BEST EPISODES EVER#LIKE YES MONTY STILL IS A BAD PERSON FOR ALL THE THINGS HE’S DONE#BUT HE IS AN AMAZING VEHICLE TO TELL THIS STORY WITH LIKE GOD👏🏻DAMN👏🏻#LIKE THE HANDS BURNING HIM AND LIKE PUTTING THEIR DIRT ON HIM TO MAKE THEMSELVES CLEAN WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#ALL THE ADJECTIVES#“SO WHAT IF I AM!?” GOD. WHAT THE FRICK#NEED YOU FOR WHAT MONTY!?! OH CRAP IS THAT HIS MOM#WHY ARE YOUR EYES COVERED AND YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE IN RED#I MEAN YEAH MONTY WHAT YOU DID IN LIFE DIDN’T SOUND VERY GOOD YOU MAY HAVE EARNED THIS#MAKING HIM PRAY LIKE WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT#ACK GOAT EYES AND OHHHHHHH JEEEEEEZZZ CREEPYYYYYYY#ALTHOUGH RED N FLYNN LIKE REALLY POPPING OFF TODAY#ACK GOAT CREATURE#THE CANDLES THE CIRCLE THE CREATURE THE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#THE LORD’S PRAYER IN THE LIKE FLAMES THE HANDS THE CREATURE SACRIFICING A PERSON LIKE WHAT THE TIDES HAVE CHANGED#AND MONTY’S LAUGH TAKING US OUT#OH HI ANNABEL AND OOP PROSPERO AND EULALIE AND BERENICE AND MORELLA HI WHAT’RE Y’ALL DOING HERE ODD COMBO OF PEOPLE#PROSPERO COVERING HIMSELF FROM THE AIR#“Goodness…” UH NO DUH LIKE WHAT IS GOING ON!?#DUKE HAS MADE ADA TAKE THIS TO THE EXTREME AND HE CAN’T TURN HER OFF AND HER EYE PARTICLES ARE ALL OVER THE LITTLE ALCOVE#WILL’S GETTING THE LIFE CHOKED OUT OF HIM BY MONTY STILL UNDER THE ADA INFLUENCE#LENORE TRYING TO STOP HIM (??) WITH PLUTO HOLDING HER BACK#WHAT’S HAPPENINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
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lorepossum · 2 months
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….y’all do realize that GBA isn’t just going to tell you how Bastards vs Zombies is going to go right?
Like…?
Theory crafting is one thing (but also you don’t need Geeb to confirm/deny your theory for it to have legitimacy and be fun for you), but some of y’all are just straight up asking him to spoil so much of the intrigue of a series with only 3 parts so far.
Become comfortable in having questions. It is by design that we don’t have answers yet. We’ve barely even started this story.
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solacedeer · 3 months
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and if i said they’re my ot3 then what
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puhpandas · 2 months
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Tony Becker is one of the only times that I've seen that a character has actually been doomed by the plot when people say he is
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bl-inded · 4 months
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The most heartbreaking part about the MohkDay break up, is that once again Mohk is all alone. And this time, he didn't make that choice. He wanted to stay, he wanted Day to be by his side. And he was still left alone
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After Rung especially, we know that our boy has severe abandonment issues. And even though we can't be certain her death was preventable by him picking up the call, he blames himself for it. The fact that Day and Mohk have only ever spoken about Rung in surface-level conversations (hell I don't think they really ever spoke about Mohk a lot at all), it hurts sooo much more that Day broke up with him after Mohk laid his heart out in front of the whole family.
I saw a bunch of people talking about how Day refuses to do any emotional labour, and I see where they're coming from. But, i gotta disagree. He did not break up with Mohk because of his trauma. He broke up with Mohk because Mohk was willfully destroying his life to stay with Day. I don't want to say his heart was in the right place, but it was in the right area code at least. I genuinely believe that the "you also pity me" was an excuse because he didn't want to hold Mohk back. I want to believe that he didn't have the time to understand the implications of what Mohk meant when he talked about Rung and he regretted it later.
(I will live in that lie till I'm told otherwise)
But Mohk has never been a fighter for himself. He'll fight in a heartbeat for what Day or Porjai need. He'll put himself in harm's way to protect those he love. But the moment he has to fight for himself, he'll back out. I don't know if this is a post-ep1 flashback thing, but that is what the show has established for us. And so as gut wrenching as his "if that's what you want" is, it's very in character for him.
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But just to be clear, now that I've been a rational adult about this analysis of this show and characters. FUCK ALL OF THIS. Like straight up wtf? Who asked for an ep11 conflict huh? Who? P'Aof?? I love you, but WHYYY. My absolute green flag of a man does not deserve this nonsense after everything he's done. So FIX THIS RIGHT NOW.
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sanjiswetcigarettes0 · 4 months
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I can’t get enough of this shi and it is crazy.
This mfng song literally screams that “zoro vs mihawk” wasn’t just about Zoro failing on defeating Mihawk and in return gaining a huge cut on his chest that he’ll carry his whole life and luffy going crazy internally and worrying sick about his man; this song screams and bleeds pride and given promises, a meaning and an ending / beginning of a life. This song is the moment zoro decided to trust himself wholly for %100 for the first time and stood in front of Mihawk even tho he knew he could die while bleeding all his blood out. This was the very moment zoro felt for the first time/ finally realised that he was a half and the rest of him was a big missing, that he wasn’t enough no matter how hard he tries and needed that seventeen years old mf kid who’s been following him around like a lost puppy as his captain & a leader to follow, because his instincts already were screaming about this at the very beginning of their first time together. Luffy was the most powerful man he’s ever seen, he learned that for the first time at that moment. And he was right. This song is the end and a beginning of a life.
Opla songs should be talked about more often because these damn songs literally feels like what happens in whole One Piece.
Please read the tags !🏷️
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hamable · 8 months
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Need low stakes DLC Psychonauts 2 levels in, at this point, anyone’s mind. Fuck shit up and kick ass in the interns brains? Hell yeah. Otto? Sasha round 2? Milla round 2? ANY Aquato? I’d eat it up om nom nom. I’m begging. As a treat for me please.
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Does anyone here remember when I decided to grab three randomass characters from two different seasons of Power Rangers, NONE OF WHICH HAD EVER APPEARED ONSCREEN TOGETHER, and went, hey, I wonder what the hell would happen if we shipped them together? Just for shits and giggles? And wrote a coherent 6k oneshot that actually made their character arcs deeper and make more sense than the show's? Now that was a proper crackship!
(Anyway, I was putting together the last of the playlists for this series and stumbled upon my Matt Griffin/Heckyl/Levi Watson fic. And remembered how batshit insane I could be back in the day. Because I don't remember how I thought of this concept, just that it worked out weirdly well. Also led to some of the funniest scenes in the series when Chase/Ivan found out that Heckyl was not only Riley's brother's Soulmate, but that Heckyl and Matt had another gold ranger as a Soulmate. I'm still tempted to write the world's funniest family dinner ft. Heckyl, Matt, Chase, Ivan, Brody, Levi, and Preston.)
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storm-of-feathers · 7 months
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damn why did i stop being an alcoholic being drunk rules actually i dont feel a single OUNCE of my burdens. i just feel the wine. and its pink.
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demaparbat-hp · 1 year
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Just what exactly is coming?
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ultfan · 9 days
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sigh. was watching a let’s player go through komaeda’s FTEs and they said he was using his diagnosis as an excuse for his actions. “oh, i’m dying and insane so everything i do is justified” like — agH stfu!!! i’ll never claim komaeda’s actions to be good, and yeah i joke about his “insane”ness a lot, but at the end of the day you genuinely can’t hold him accountable. he is not in control of his facilities — FTD specifically targets your personality/behaviors — he is not in a right state of mind and is completely unaware he is in the wrong. he CANNOT COMPREHEND that. he’s just genuinely unable to!!! i’ll never claim he isn’t a bad person, or that he isn’t an antagonist, but at the end of the day he is someone who needs not help necessarily, but to be taken care of/looked after. he doesn’t belong in a prison, he belongs in a mental facility. where he can have trained professionals who can keep watch over him and actually work with him and keep him in check. — in any canon related verse he’ll never actually get that, esp given the state of the world, but it’s true that’s what he needs more than anything else.
and people really do tend to overlook just how much bvFTD truly fits komaeda as a diagnosis. especially in ways that aren’t touched upon by the vaaaaast majority of people. a while back i read a research paper about hyper-religiousity in patients with FTD; which could very easily be applied to the way he views hope. first clinging to it as a coping mechanism and that being exaggerated through the deterioration to become a blind faith that he is obsessed over which leads every action he takes.
anyway i just think it’s ridiculous to call a disease like FTD an “excuse.” there are people who use their mental illness as excuses for their actions to justify themselves, yes. but this isn’t a mental illness — it’s a degenerative brain disease. it’s an entirely different category. this isn’t a case of an illness making it difficult to control his actions and act reasonably, it’s a case of a disease making it IMPOSSIBLE to control his actions and act reasonably. it just really upsets me to see people brush that off because that is one of the main things that makes komaeda actually sympathetic.
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scaredgirlsilly · 8 months
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a lil short story i wrote. under the cut cause its kinda long. about love, devotion, isolation, and the ocean. maybe a lil yuri too.
Her Love
"You know, everyone else says im crazy."
The sound of the waves fill the night air, the beach solely illuminated by the full moon bouncing off the water.
"They say... They say I need help. They say that *they* are gonna help me. Pfft. Fat fuckin chance. Like they ever cared about me."
A young woman sits on the shore with her legs drawn into her chest, the waves lapping at the sand only a few feet away. Her eyes are filled with tears. Salty. Just like her love.
"They... They never fucking cared. No one ever called or- or texted, no contact for months. Months! As soon as I say that I'm gonna... They make a huge fuckin deal about it. But- But when have they ever cared?! Never! Not fuckin once."
The waves have finally reached her feet, and she relaxes as it brushes against her. She looks at the ocean, and a faint smile crosses her face.
"I'm doing this for me. They can all.. I don't know... Cry at the funeral. But this... This will be the first time I make a decision for me. For us."
The ocean has reached ankle depth, and she feels the pull of the tides as it goes back out to sea. Her lover is calling for her, beckoning for their consummation.
"I... heh... I think I'm scared. I... I don't know whats on the other side. I mean... I know you'll be there for me, like you always have, but it's... it's alot I guess..."
She wipes away her tears and snot, and holds her hand out to her lover. The pull of the waves feels like a welcome home she never got to experience. Finally, someone who actually *wants* her. Someone who, no matter what, wants to be with her. Forever.
"Well... It's now or never I suppose... I- I love you."
The waves surge as if in response. A call of love back. But she knows better.
She gets up, the tide now at her shins, the pull of the waves making it hard to stand. Butterflies fill her stomach. Just the feeling of the waves pulling her, no one has ever wanted her like her lover wants her now. That thought fills her mind with all kinds of feelings. Anger that those around her only used her, sadness that she could not live a life with her peers, but also a deep sense of content. Finally, someone, *anyone*, wants her. *Needs her*. Someone finally loves her as much as she loves them.
She steps into the waves, wading into the freezing ocean. Her teeth chatter, her legs are numb, and her smile is beaming. Her tears have stopped, and all she is thinking about is her lover.
As she walks farther, she gets to the point where she cant walk anymore. She starts to swim, about another 10 to 15 feet. There, it can finally happen. They can be one.
As she gets to where she wanted to be, she giggles as the waves try to push her under. Like a partner playfully pulling her to bed, she must remind her lover that she will do it when shes ready.
"Be patient silly," she giggles to her lover.
Finally. It's time. The freezing waters of her lover numb her body. Its hard to tell where her body ends, and where her lover begins. Exactly how she wanted it.
She dives under the waves, tring to go as far down as she can, to have as much of her lover around her as possible. Her lungs ache, her limbs sting from the cold, and her heart is full with a love she has never experienced. Finally, her time has come. To show her love exactly how much she wants to be together. Together forever.
There, in the dark water of her lover, the only light from the moon overhead, she takes a moment to steel herself. To fight back thousands of years of evolution, for one solitary moment of devotion. To the only one who ever truly loved her.
She opens her mouth, whispers a silent "I love you", and breathes in.
The water fills her lungs instantly, like it was all it ever wanted to do. It burns like no pain has before, as she flails under the water uselessly. The light of the moon grows dimmer, the cold of the water seems farther away than ever, and the smile on her face has never been wider.
Finally. She is one with her lover. And it couldn't have been any better.
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100percentdirtball · 1 year
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maybe it’s because i’m a faggy little writer and not a woman of faith, but i really really thought the point of the story about isaac and abraham was just to make you really live inside a man who spent three days walking with his son knowing that at the end he would die, and waking up every morning for the rest of his life and looking his son in the eyes and knowing that he was willing to kill him. how is this not a horror story.
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sylvies-kablooie · 4 months
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having been a youth on the internet i have witnessed firsthand the scorn that gets tossed upon people above the age of 17 in fandom spaces. but have you considered that it's actually cool as hell that people from all sorts of walks of life enjoy something so much they want to post about it. that it is a microcosm of the human experience tied back to blorbo from your shows. that you love this sopping wet guy from a movie and it brings you into contact with people you never would have met otherwise.
i see people on here posting about their favorite fictional fellows and then i get occasional updates on their lives. they got a new pet. they work at a university. someone got married. someone wrote a book. someone baked a really tasty looking loaf of bread. i have mutuals in countries i will never set foot in and we talk to each other behind pixels on the screen. some person who is about to graduate high school hides behind a url like bizzare-eelcuddler and makes the most beautiful art you've ever seen of a show that was cancelled 6 years ago. is there not beauty in that, in the diversity of the human experience yet the way we can be unified?
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