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cptsd-kitsune · 1 month

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#my edit #losing time #traumacore #vent art #ventcore #actually ptsd #actually mentally ill

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system-splintered · 2 months

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Been losing a weird amount of time lately in a way I normally don't this frequently. Somewhere between a few times and ten ish times a day, I've been losing a few minutes to a few hours of absolutely nothing of any real importance, when I'm not upset or switching as far as I'm consciously aware.

The fuck man?

It makes it hard to play video games, I keep losing chunks of story in the middle of playing and getting confused. The weird part is I remember that I could remember what happened prior to losing the time, like rather than it being gone as it happened, there was a period of knowing it happened, then a forgetting, then being reminded when I ask my partner, then realizing that I did learn that tidbit of plot or did do that side quest or did smoke a cigarette I just forgot. It's been weird.

#actually did #dissociative identity disorder #Losing time

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ninhaoma-ya · 4 months

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Chopper is 90 cm tall and according to the internet a six-year old is a bit over a meter tall. Since Law is a small six-year old, I figure he’d try his best to be taller than Chopper.

On that note, go read “Losing Time (You Can’t Go Home Again)” by the brilliant @hyperbolicreverie for some time travel(ish), getting hit right in all the feels, character growth and pure hilarity that just comes out of nowhere and leaves you gasping.

#one piece #my art #artsyfartsy #fanart of fanfic #losing time (you can’t go home again)#losing time #trafalgar law #tony tony chopper #trafalgar law needs a hug

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marnie85 · 2 years

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3x09 - Losing Time

#farscape #john crichton #ben browder #ka d'argo #anthony simcoe #scifination #tv #show #Losing Time #the jim henson company

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statikheartz · 4 months

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#losing time #where did you go #bliss #mine #places

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a-dash-in-the-middle · 1 year

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Count on @clarasamelia to make living room concerts

This is not her first one made for alien eyes but it sure is giant so I reccommend all the eyes to signal their arms to take their ears and strap in because it is about to be one crazy ride

#side affects include obssession #time traveling #losing time #losing yourself #finding yourself #becoming obnoxious [affectionate]#in case of death #by melody please contact your doctor #[muahahaha its also jo youre really stuck mate #camp horror movie style]

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scribhneoirtuirseach · 1 year

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In The Summertime

a song-titled/inspired Welcome Home one shot (also on AO3)

featuring: Wally Darling, Julie Joyful, Barnaby B. Beagle, Frank Frankly, Poppy Partridge, Howdy Pillar, Home

wordcount: 726

my other WH fics!

It's yet another sunny day in the Neighborhood, and the warm weather has brought some plans to Barnaby's mind!

"You look like a neighbor on a mission!" Julie remarks when he passes her path, deciding with a hop, skip, and a jump to join him. "What are you doing, pal?"

"I'd like to spend the day at the beach!" Barnaby answers, shifting his sun umbrella and folded chairs under his arm. The rainbow monster beside him squeals with excitement. "I'm going to check on Wally to see if he'll come too, he's been in Home for a long while now."

"You're right…" Julie hums thoughtfully. Why, she can't quite remember the last time the three of them spent a day together. It's been far too long, she decides, making it her own mission to get Wally out of Home. "I'll run ahead and ask him!"

With that, Barnaby is well and truly left in the dust.

"I'm sleeping," Wally announces from his bed for the umpteenth time this morning, staring up to the ceiling. "I'm sleeping, I'm sleeping…"

A sudden bout of loud knocking on Home's front door, makes him blink, sit up. Does knocking hurt home?

Watching the door open up, Julie does her darnedest not to seem too perplexed by the sight of the Wally she's met with. Still in his pyjamas, hair a mess… He's certainly looked better. But like a good neighbor, she keeps these thoughts to herself.

"Barnaby's coming to ask you to the beach, Wally." She informs cheerily, hands held behind her back.

"Oh," Now, there's a thought! That… is very quickly interrupted by a faint whistling somewhere further in Home. "I don't think I can come, Julie. Sick. Cough, ahem." Yes, he literally says the word 'cough', professional deceiver over here.

Julie isn't buying it, eyes narrowing as she tilts her head, foot tapping impatiently. Have her horns always been so sharp and pointy? "Your best buddy went out of his way to ask you in person," Her words indicate patience but her tone… doesn't. Wally's head hurts. "You're going to the beach."

Even Home stills and silences with this shift in energy.

"Oh dear, I wouldn't want to be a bad neighbor to my best friend…" Wally stresses, looking over his shoulder. Home will have to forgive his absence today; He has been neglecting his friends as of late, hasn't he? "Maybe the fresh air will help me! With my, cough, sickness."

"That's the spirit!" Julie cheers, hands thrown up in celebration before she drags Wally into a hug. "You get ready and I'll wrangle up the others, we're going to have a great day!"

In what feels like the blink of an eye, Wally finds himself knelt in the sand and in the middle of making little towers of wet sand.

Grimacing just a touch at the texture, much too strange and gritty, he's quick to rinse off his hands in the small hole of water he finds beside himself— Did he make that too?

"I don't feel better." He announces to the water, before looking around to find— Yes, every neighbor going about their own activities, Home visible in the distance. Watching.

From under his umbrella, Frank glances over. Frowning, as usual, but an undoubtedly concerned furrow in his brow.

"What's that, sweetheart?" Poppy coos from behind Wally, long neck extending down to meet his much shorter height.

"Hometime." Wally swallows, arms raising in request of uppies— Swiftly finding him bundled up in gentle feathered wings. "Losing time."

Bumbling over, Barnaby rests a paw on his friends forehead. "He does feel warm."

"It's a warm day." There's Howdy, fanning himself off. A much easier task to accomplish with so many hands, of course. "Maybe he needs a drink!"

Shaking his head, Wally covers his ears and shuts his eyes tight. "Home." And that way he stays, until he feels a sensation of relief washing over him.

When he opens his eyes again, he does indeed find himself home, not another neighbour in sight. More time lost, more unexplainable changes, but he still feels better. That's all he can focus on right now.

"Back to bed, I think. Maybe I wasn't acting after all about being sick," Wally muses to himself and to Home, grasp unsteady on the railing as he heads up stairs. "Ha, ha, ha."

#welcome home fic #my writing #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #julie joyful #frank frankly #poppy partridge #howdy pillar #dissociation #time loss #losing time #dependency on home #derealisation but… not?#it would be more accurate to say realisation in this case #but aspects still apply

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rainysheepcoffee · 9 months

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Sketches in da office n. 3

#sketches #sketching #office #secretary #time #losing time #draw #drawing #girl #curly girl #curly hair #black and white #pencil #stabilo #art #image

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safety-net-did · 2 years

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Most of my "losing time" experience is very... Aware? After the fact?

Like, usually what'll happen is I'll feel some kind of "off" for a bit, and get a reasonable awareness that I'm about to switch/have been pushed out of front, things will happen that I feel like I'm aware for, then go to sleep... And in the morning I can remember only that I was "present". I remember that the time happened and the gist of the experience, just none of actual memory or detail.

Then times like the last hour happen.

Where, I guess I was just scrolling my phone? Maybe? But one minute I looked at the clock, 15:55. Next minute I look at the clock, 16:55.

And there's just. Nothing there. Absolutely nothing.

Didn't fall asleep. Not even the confidence of "I was sitting here".

Completely gone.

I don't think I'll ever get used to that.

#those dissociative feels #the symptoms™️#losing time #actuallyamnesiac #actually dissociative

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thewordisbond · 1 year

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Skee Is "Losing Time" In A Puppeteering Reality (Single)

Posted on https://www.thewordisbond.com/skee-is-losing-time-in-a-puppeteering-reality-single/

Skee Is "Losing Time" In A Puppeteering Reality (Single)

Skee drops thought-provoking lyrical jewels in the single “Losing Time.” A boom-bap backdrop vibrates with infectious drums and bass, which amplify Skee’s relative message. We exist in a digital world and our every move is puppeteered by Social Media strings. Skee expresses, for him, how di

#boom bap #hip hop #indie hip hop #losing time #new music #new single #Skee #AUDIO

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cloudy-daydreams · 2 years

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Best thing about losing time is suddenly realizing how big your cat has gotten

#did #osdd #system #dissociation #losing time

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arsenicisaddictive · 2 years

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Being so used to losing time until you have to explain it and then it’s terrifying again

I’m losing weeks of time and it’s fine but having to admit there are chunks of your life you don’t remember and then the reality that most of your life doesn’t feel like your own and you’re missing so much but it’s just normal so what does it matter