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#such is life sometimes i guess
dandeli0ns0up · 2 years
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guys
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(ID under the cut!)
lore, amiright?
sorry it's so wonky LMAO
ID: A digital drawing of c!Aimsey and c!Ranboo from the Dream SMP. They're standing in the snow, and the background is a misty white. Aimsey looks angry, fists clenched at their sides. He's wearing a white hat with bunny ears that wave softly behind him in the wind. They have a green backpack, striped shirt and shorts. It seems like way too cold of an outfit for the climate. She's looking up at Ranboo, or Ghostboo, who looks like the stereotypical ghost. He has a sheet draped over him, it's half black and half white. The sheet has a slash through the front and back, revealing what seems like red and green blood. He's surrounded by small purple particles. Ghostboo is looking down at Aimsey almost sadly, though his expression is obscured by the sheet. The text at the bottom reads: "Nothing happened, and that was the problem." End ID.
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flyingnightmouse · 7 months
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sometimes i feel like i actually don't get particularly anxious about anything but then i am faced with yet another New Situation and i want claw my skin out
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ace-and-ranty · 2 months
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No, but the thing is, when I was reading Harrow the Ninth, I thought it was gonna be an Orpheus situation. I thought Harrow had fucked herself up as a means to an end, that she had a plan to bring Gideon back, that the lobotomizing and everything else was her way of getting into hell to get Gideon out.
It really made me feel some type of way when it finally dawned me that she never thought that far. I mean, you'd think it makes sense that, if GOD tells you something can't be done, you accept it can't be done, BUT IT'S HARROW WE ARE TALKING ABOUT. It is INSANE to me that she just accepted she couldn't undo Gideon's death.
The trauma of living in a death cult really got to this girl. She was so awash in it she couldn't even conceive of living a life with Gideon; a more acceptable death is as far as she could go. Absolutely insane. Harrow is not Orpheus because Harrow never tried climbing back up, she couldn't look back because she never got that far, she went into hell to sit there with Gideon forever, and it just didn't occur to climb back up the stairs.
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zivazivc · 6 days
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The Floyd JD and Branch sitcom in your head is the funniest show I’ve never seen
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can the third movie's spin-off series just be this please?
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uncanny-tranny · 6 months
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I think it would really benefit people to internalize that mental illnesses are often chronic and not acute. Some of us will never be able to jump the hurdle of managing illness, much less sustaining a sense of normalcy. Many of us will never "recover," will never manage symptoms, will never even come close to appearing normal - and this is for any condition, even the ones labeled as "simple" disorders or "easy-to-manage" disorders.
It isn't a failure if you cannot manage your symptoms. It isn't a moral failure, and you aren't an awful person. You are human. There's only so much you can do before recognizing that you cannot lift the world. Give yourself the space to be ill because, functionally, you are.
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aem-ol · 8 months
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I saw the meme and thought abt their dynamic
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tenvishund · 2 months
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F I S S I O N - Why the hell do you hurt yourself for this?
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amielot · 7 months
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Two hearts
immediate continuation from this post.
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:3
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yardsards · 7 months
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hot take but you all NEED to stop telling people to kill themselves.
yes, even *those* people. i don't care if you're talking to some monster who puts live puppies into a wood chipper for fun, don't say that shit.
because mx. puppychipper isn't gonna be affected by your words.
but you know who might be affected? some innocent third party reading the words you said on a public website.
because telling people to kill themselves says "suicide is a punishment for being a bad person. bad people, upon realizing they're bad, should simply commit suicide instead of working to atone for their actions."
and that is NOT a message you wanna be normalizing to anyone, but ESPECIALLY people with depression (who, let's be real, make up a higher than average chunk of this site's userbase). whose mental illness is already telling them that 1: they're an inherently terrible worthless person no matter what they do 2: death is an appealing option.
is reading "kill yourself" once or twice gonna make them do it? nah, probably not. but reading it multiple times a day every day is gonna make their mental health worse. it's probably not good for your mental health to be saying that kind of thing, either.
just knock that shit off. the world is already so hostile to people with mental illness, and managing mental illness and unlearning unhealthy thought patterns is already so difficult. you don't need to be out here making it worse.
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swordsonnet · 10 months
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lately, i've seen more people in the online autistic community acknowledging the struggles of people with higher support needs, which is of course an important development. but for some, that seems to come with the implicit assumption that low needs autistics "have it easy" or experience no stigma at all, which is just wrong??? people with low support needs are still disabled by their autism and still face discrimination because of it. sure, they are impaired to a lesser degree than those with higher support needs, but that doesn't mean you can just erase their struggles, y'know?
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m-arkmywords · 10 months
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thinking about arguing with mark over text and him just showing up outside your house with a text saying “ok come let me in then” and you would run to the door half panicking bc it’s the middle of the night and you didn’t expect things to get this heated?
he would fully not even have one foot in the house before he’s trying to kiss you and you’d push him away. “I’m still mad at you” you’d say holding back a smile at his sweet gesture.
“clearly not mad enough to not let me in, gimme a kiss babe” he would try to lighten the mood.
“ok I’m sorry, I know I should’ve planned my time better and not double booked myself but I’m here… baby.. I’m sorry” he’d look at you with his big doe eyes, trying to grab your waist so he can hold you in an embrace. he’d cling to your body and follow you around the house and up the stairs, into your room.
“mark, look.. I understand we get busy but you have got to let me know your schedule on the days we agree to see each other. a commitment is a commitment and you ca-“
he wouldn’t even let you finish your sentence before his lips would come crashing down on yours, knocking the wind out of your lungs. you’d try your best to keep a stern tone but his grip on you would tighten, kisses would travel down from your lips to your jaw, to your neck..
“Yo! Fuck you for thinking I’m just gonna stop being mad if you come over tryna act all cute. You piss me off!” you’d push him back lightly, trying your best not to melt to his touch. and it would work too until your eyes would meet his. all you would see is his lips slowly curl into a smile, before he takes his bottom lip into his mouth.
walking towards you slowly, he’d stand behind you and move your hair to one side. leaving kisses down the back of your neck, he’d whisper in your ear, “you’re kinda sexy when you’re mad” he’d snake his arm from your shoulder to your neck and give it a light, gentle squeeze and you’d feel your underwear slowly dampen as you try to hold it together. he’d chuckle, noticing the goosebumps on your skin. he’d let his other hand travel from your nipples to slip into your shorts.
his long fingers, with rings still on from his schedule earlier, would find their way in between your folds to gather up all the slick just to bring it up to your clit. “Mar..k” you’d whimper his name, falling weak to his touch.
running slow circles, he’d ask “nah.. please continue all the shit you were talking earlier”
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gideonisms · 2 months
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I become 300% more of both a lover and a hater when I'm on my period. just a time of the month when I have strong opinions I would say
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bogkeep · 4 months
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idk why there's so much discussion around the ~*morality of traumadumping*~ when it's a VERY solvable social conundrum. all you need to do is ask something like "hey is it ok if i talk about this thing? it's kind of heavy" and respect the answer
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vcrnons · 22 days
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SEUNGKWAN | louboutinworld instagram reel.
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quaranmine · 8 months
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i think the whole cringe is dead, radical sincerity, depth of genuine emotion, earnest effort, and unironic love thing that tumblr has going on the past few years has transformed my outlook on things and changed me for the better. but it does mean that now the people i know irl will give me strange looks for being too sappy or too poetic or too dedicated or too excited about about something because they're still stuck in their "well i only like this ironically" phase. guess that's their problem tho not mine <3
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emdeerm · 6 months
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Idea!
Ex-Twin
Damian and Danyal were twins. They were very close but only within their mother's sight. Everyone else only ever saw a cold indifference.
Danyal has failed a mission at the age of 6 which resulted in his death. Damian was with him at the time and retrieved the body. In a desperate attempt to get his brother back, he tried to dip him into the Lazarus Pit.
The Pit took him away much to the heartbreak of the living boy.
Damian threw himself into an even more ruthless training and excelled at it. With time, Ra's was even happy that the other boy has died. It served as an excellent motivator to his heir.
Years passed. Damian has been with his Father for a long while now. He was now turning 22 and Father held a Gala in his honour. Damian has long since realised that it was quite unnecessary but it helped their covers and allowed him to make connections.
However, they were just as boring as ever. Same faces, same lies, same talks. Nothing aloevera changed
Until a new couple from a city Amity Park, came with two teenage children. Samantha, the girl, was expected. Her bright pink gown less so if any information on her was any true.
Her companion, a boy her age, clearly uncomfortable in the suit and tie, made the ground under his feet disappear.
He looked so much like Damian himself did at the age of 15. And his eyes were that familiar, haunting blue.
Damian excused himself from his current conversation, and gracefully strode out of the room past the young teens.
Maybe he was being paranoid. Most likely unreasonably hopeful. Perhaps he was behaving irrationally.
Nonetheless, long minutes later, the scan of a hair he managed to snag revealed the truth.
It was his brother.
He came back.
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Um... so, Maddie and Jack got dozed with some old Ecto at some point during very early stages of Maddie's pregnancy and Lazarus (Ectoplasm+Clockwork) infused the preserved genes of the baby, who died so early and had a glorious life of adventures ahead of him, into the barely formed zygot.
Danny's adventures happened. Phantom Planet not so much (unless you want it to be after the AGIT). Sam's parents finally made into an even bigger leagues and were invited to the Gala.
Danny had a bad feeling. Anything to do with the extremely rich was always problematic. No offence, Sam.
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