WHY ARE YOU HERE WHY ARE YOU KARLNAPITY SWEEPING UNDER MY TINAROSESWEEP POST
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Being aroace is so cool, but so, so hard sometimes. Watching all the persons you hold dear finding *their* person. Grieving the idea of an allo relationship. Realizing that, maybe, somehow, you're the second choice fo everyone. Because friends are great, but **lovers** are the goal in our society.
Most of the time, i am sooo happy to be aroace. And then, when im alone in bed, at 3 am, i find myself crying by fear of being alone.
And I think it's normal. It's grieving a certain way of thinking. And it's hard, especially when you were raised this way, and that everyone keeps doubting your identity.
So yeah. Shout-out to all the aroace people, wanting a deeper connection, without wanting romantic love.
I love y'all
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'Life in the hands of Helio'
Warning for graphic description of gore + injury below
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With his throat slit, blood bubbling up into his mouth and soaking into his white collared shirt, Buddy Dawn struggles in the arms of Kristen Applebee's. His eyes are wide, unseeing, and hands come up to try and grasp onto Kristen as some kind of anchor, mutedly pleading for help.
Kristen's hand hovers above his throat, unable to help him with his death all but promised by his own party leader, Kipperlilly, and her god too far out of reach. She is panicked and resigned to only hold the kid she had hated moments ago. There is no miracle, no burst of light from the crystals in her pocket, when Buddy Dawn dies.
There is a visual parallel, with both Kristen and Buddy being dotted with freckles and something familiar in their eyes. If there had never been 'The Bad Kids', if she'd never asked to be put in detention with the intent to convert people to Helio, would she have ended up the same way?
Buddy had once said "I don't hold on tight, 'cause I'm in someones hand [...] You know Helio is holding onto us tight." but there is no Helio in sight, only Kristen. All that is left is for Buddy to go and meet his so-called-god and ask why he let him die, unaware he will not get an answer.]
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Ghost distribution system giving me a big military man to feed and keep warm.. I would be making him a spot on the couch in my living room immediately
He has his own little spot in your house, somewhere that feels warmer than his house ever could. Your couch has blankets, has wear on the cushions, has pillows that squish when he leans against them, and he has a place there. There's room for him in your warmth, under the umbrella of your care, room you made for him. Even when he's forced himself into your outstretched fingers, you've held tightly to him. It's like you want to feed him, like you enjoy his company.
But that can't be right.
You should know better than to take in strays, should cower in fear of him. Can't you see the points of his teeth? The scars? Don't you see the blood soaked into his fingers? Your kindness is so foreign to him, and yet Ghost can't get enough of it. He sits on your couch and takes the offered meal, shifts his shoulders when you lean against his side. He feels stiff, feels you cuddle against his side like a spooked horse. You don't look at him, not the way other people do: don't try to peak under his mask, don't try to count his scars or the medals that always seem to weigh heavy on his chest. You meet his eyes with a smile, and Ghost thinks of the way your teeth would sink into his throat, the way you could rip into him. It would be painless compared to the soft brush of your fingers against his when you take his plate.
Don't you know? Don't you suspect? The monster you've let into your home, the one that holds its arms outstretched when you come back to the couch and begs for your touch, is the same as the wolves that fight over corpses, that starve in the cold wild, that pant at the edge of man's fire begging for domestication. Can't you hear him howling?
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I can pinpoint the moment that destroyed my life today:
It’s been a handful of weeks since Murderbot came within inches of having a new, organic governor module implanted in its head via infection - do you think, maybe, that’s also been hiding behind the redacted? Not the way everything else is, just as a deep-seated reminder of what it can’t afford to lose?
What a way to be told “I love you” - to be told “I will not lose you, I will not let go, I will do the hard part of holding on even if you don’t want me to”
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Made my very own tiny dungeon meshi dragon plush, that’s based on the version that only appears in the very last chapter for five pages and then is never seen again. I think it turned out pretty well.
I used this pattern to make it with some minor tweaks to the body, tails and legs and then just made some tiny cones for the horns at the end. If anyone would be intersted I might post the alterations and where to apply them but go check out the original pattern! I stuffed it both with acylic stuffing but also some plastic pellets for a bit of extra weight. The eyes are done with french knots.
Going to be adding manga spoilers below the read more with pictures of what I tried to get it to look like.
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more dragon boys!
listen
they're very special to me
also to the surprise of probably no one April is the one who wrote those logs
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