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facesofone · 1 year
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I'm not sure when this habit started, but I'm starting to realize where it comes from. I have started over on so many games it's ridiculous. Part of it is enjoying the challenge that comes from a new game, I like to strive and work for what I get and sometimes once you get far enough in the game the challenge of getting things disappears...but that's a digression.
What I mean here is that my own desire to remove myself from this life and start over another one, and do it right this time, is the driving force. I live vicariously through my character and have them make better choices. I'm starting to realize that. I'm not sure if others feel this way, just something I noticed and felt like sharing.
*I want to note that this is not a direct correlation between the two, just something in myself.
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Panel 1: Kyra is sitting at a computer playing a game and she says "*sigh* I guess it's time to start another character."
Panel 2: Jak is standing behind her and she bends her body to see him, he says "Why do you always do that? You play half the game and then start over from scratch." And she responds with "I'm...I'm not sure."
Panel 3: It is just their heads looking at each other as Kyra says "There's something about a second chance, you know? Starting again but utilizing the knowledge I've gained. I kinda screwed this character up because I didn't know what I was doing and it's too late to fix it. I just want to start over so I can get it right.
Panel 4: Ian now appears between them (they are looking at him) and he has the outline of sorrow as he says "I know exactly what you mean." This is an indication that he too would like to start over and do better.
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hazelnut-icecream · 3 months
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sorry I was suicidal on main last night friends. thankfully today was my first ketamine treatment for my depression and it was a huge success. that dark feeling is gone. the hopelessness is gone. I don’t know how long it’ll last but I’m hopeful it’s a pivotal step towards my recovery
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lizziesaltzman · 5 months
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please remember i do not follow legacies for lizzie especially post 1x05. i'm currently on the fence of whether or not i'll actually acknowledge the mythical aspect of it because from what i do know it's messy and i don't really care for it.
some key notes for now!
lizzie and josie have a school built for them after the death of their uncle stefan. the school is ran by both caroline and alaric who, contrary to popular belief, have caused emotional damage to lizzie and josie in more ways than one. i will make an in-depth post about this at some point soon.
lizzie would have recognized jo. i'll accept the fact that she was a bitch to jo solely out of loyalty to caroline but lizzie knew exactly who that woman was.
my lizzie has an eidetic memory and beyond beyond beyond intelligent. she graduated being #1 in her class.
in my canon, the girls always had a strong and healthy relationship with hope because they are considered freaks of nature and abominations to their kind. they never would have secluded her.
lizzie is professionally diagnosed with bipolar disorder episode i and having to take medications as well as attends therapy to manage her symptoms. what this means? she experiences both manic and depressive episodes with its intensity and longevity varying. she was institutionalized 2 times during her teen years for having active suicidal ideations with one of the admissions providing the official diagnosis.
at this rate for the actual group itself : i know nothing about them or their relationship in the show with lizzie. as far as i'm concerned, outside of josie and hope - the rest were merely just average friends lizzie had on the side to get through school.
i do not acknowledge lizzie's relationship or whatever the fuck it was with sebastian. i know nothing about it nor do i care to.
i do not acknowledge lizzie's crush (relationship? i don't know) on mg. as far as my portrayal goes, he was just someone who had an infatuation with her and she didn't return the favor even after letting him down multiple times.
i don't know if any other relationship or crush was expressed for or by lizzie during this show but just to keep consistency : i don't acknowledge it.
i will acknowledge the triad in the realm it was formed by a witch, werewolf and vampire with the end goal to exterminate the supernatural beings.
i don't know what malivore is and still don't care enough to understand how it works or what the hell it is so i'm just tossing it out ( hence partly why i don't want to acknowledge the mythical creatures part )
my lizzie is not a heretic (if you haven't caught this drift yet that's how i know you haven't read my rules!) and are incapable of speeding up the merge. it happens at 22 and if they don't do it the girls will literally drop dead the following day.
lizzie graduates at the age of 17 and moves to new york city to go to columbia university to receive her undergrad degree. she graduates by 20 and is recruited to miss robichaux's academy for exceptional young ladies to become a student recruiter and teacher trained by cordelia goode.
miss robichaux's academy functions outside of the quarters witch faction as they do not draw powers from the ancestors. all witches associated with the school report to the supreme, cordelia goode, who does not report to anyone else. i can't emphasize this enough : it is independently functioning and does not rely on anything or anyone NOLA offers.
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infameous · 1 year
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✆ 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . . 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . . “ you’re not fine. and you don’t have to pretend that you are with me. ” , @ghostfame
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𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞,  𝐚  𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧  𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫  —  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬  𝐡𝐨𝐰  𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐞  𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐢𝐧  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐧𝐞𝐰  𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤.  that  damned  book.  the  likes  of  which  gale  had  sworn  she  wouldn’t  write.  foolish  of  sam  to  believe  her  words  as  truth,  for  gale  never  preceded  them  with  on  the  record. 
the  letters  that  make  up  that  sentence  in  page  27  are  permanently  stamped  against  the  wrinkles  of  her  brain,  against  the  backs  of  her  eyelids  to  which  she’s  reminded  of  with  every  blink,  every  thought.  𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙤𝙬𝙣  𝙥𝙨𝙮𝙘𝙝𝙚  𝙞𝙨𝙣’𝙩  𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛  𝙤𝙛  𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢,  𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚  𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣  𝙞𝙨  —  as  article  after  article  and  reddit  post  after  reddit  post  about  how  gale’s  statements  match  the  vitriols  that  the  conspiracy  theorists  were  spewing  about  her  would  ping  in  her  notifications.  
tara’s  voice  brings  her  from  out  her  stupor,  and  she  glances  away  from yet  another  headline,  𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡  𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙  𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙  𝙤𝙪𝙩  𝙤𝙛  𝙞𝙩  𝙖𝙨  𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙖’𝙨  𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨  𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙢  𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙  𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧  𝙤𝙛  𝙨𝙖𝙢’𝙨  𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚  𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡  𝙞𝙩  𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨  —  tears  welling  in  her  eyes,  quick  to  spill  over  onto  her  cheeks.  it  had  been  weeks  since  tara  had  found  her,  sobbing  and  clenching  gale  weathers’  latest  book,  𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀  𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲  𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮  𝗵𝗮𝗱  𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗻  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗲  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁  𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗱  𝘀𝗮𝗺  𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺  𝗼𝘂𝘁  𝗶𝘁  𝗮𝗻𝗱  𝘀𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱  𝗶𝘁  𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻  𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗽𝘀  𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹  𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲  𝗼𝗳  𝗶𝘁  𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱,  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲  𝘄𝗮𝘆  𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲  𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀  𝗵𝗮𝗱  𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲  𝘁𝗼  𝘀𝗮𝗺’𝘀  𝗼𝘄𝗻  𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁.  sam  raises  shaky  hands  to  quickly  swipe  at  her  cheeks  in  desperate  attempt  of  ridding  herself  of  the  evidence  of  her  torment,  her  weakness.  
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❝  i’m  sorry,  ❞  sam  chokes  out,  ducking  her  chin  in  order  to  avoid  those  dark  brown  eyes  ;  ❝  she  knew  us,  tara  —  she  was  there,  she  saw  who  the  real  killers  were,  and  yet  .  .  .  unstable?  a  born  killer?  ❞  sam  swipes  at  her  tear filled  eyes  before,
❝  what  if  she’s  right?  ❞  sam  asks  miserably,  gaze  doing  anything  to  avoid  finding  tara’s  own,  ❝  what  if  she’s  right  and  —  and  no  matter  what  i  try  to  be  and  how  hard  i  try  to  be  it,  i’ll  only  end  up  exactly  what  they  think  i  am.  what  if  there’s  just  no  more  point  in  trying?  in  going  on?  what  if  she’s  right  and  it’s  just  best  for  everyone  that  i  go.  ❞  she  shifts,  gaze  down  as  she  leans  into  tara’s  side,  resting  her  temple  against  tara’s  shoulder,  𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚢  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊’𝚜  𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝  𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜  𝚊𝚜  𝚜𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜  :  ❝  i’m  so  tired,  tare.  and  i’m  just  —  i’m  so  sorry.  ❞
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aneurizma · 1 year
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Next doctor that tells me that there is nothing they can do/"aw, that sound stressfull :/"/"you just need to wait!"/"it's not an emergent problem" to my vision going from 100% to (barely) 60% overnight and having such intense photophobia i have to be in pure darkness is getting a view of my brain on their walls and a change of life <3
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eglcntine-archived · 2 years
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‘  the  handsome  fellow  that’s  trying  to  rescue  you  from  a  hideous  fate  is  never  wrong.  ’ // @hcmlock​ , Bellamy Blake
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“Just let me die.”
Less than ten seconds into this rescue and Murphy is ready to blow his fucking brains out the moment Bellamy opened his goddamn mouth.
“Do you even hear the shit that you say?” he asked, in no position to criticize when his ass is the one chained up in who the fuck knows where.
Story of his goddamn life.
“Am I allowed to veto?”
Nothing can stop that mouth of his. Murphy can talk his ass in and out of any fucking situation but he cannot shut his goddamn mouth for the life of him. Gotta talk, right? Keeps things interesting; keeps him interesting.
“Reroll, cast again or whatever for a new hero?”
It didn’t matter how much his face fucking hurt or how his bottom lip stung with every drop of spit that seeped into an open wound; busted with no better way to describe it. It doesn’t matter that his body ached, a few fingers dislocated, missing nails that’ll grow back in a few months. None of this is new to him. Desensitized since day one and he’s not talking about his time down here. 
“Give me Octavia.”
She can kick ass at least. Bellamy will cast a smoldering smile, give a speech or two and then cry about it later. The most dramatic German Shepherd he’s ever seen. Somebody give the man a bone and some head pats or some shit.
“Hell, I’ll even take Clarke,” Murphy smirked, cracking himself up.
And that was saying something because Clarke can’t do anything right either. Just fucking up every step of the way. Each and every one of them as incompetent as the last. But Murphy? Fuck it. He’ll live. Nine lives and all motherfucker, and he hasn’t lost a single one yet. Not when he was sick, not when they threw him in the skybox for arson --- if only that fucker was in his room --- , not when Pike delivered his last grand lesson with his own two fists -- Murphy the prized fucking pupil, who woulda thought? ---, not when his scrawny fucking ass crash landed down here, not when they strung him up like a pinata --- prime for the bashing; take the first swing baby --- and not when he’s been beaten and spit on and dragged through the dirt and back.
One raggedy fucking ass cat with a Cheshire grin to go with it. 
Each and every word spoken just another means of venting. Letting out the hurt without showing. Because it’s always gotta fucking be him, right? 
John Motherfucking Murphy.
Punished for his beautiful existence and the audacity to continue on with life because that’s what this is fucking about, right?
Shoulda fucking died then; ten with no hope or future. 
Eyes closed, his head knocked back against the stone pillar, repressing the supernova threatening to explode if he doesn’t calm his ass down this very fucking second. Working himself up and all, don’t need help from nobody to do that. A fucking natural talent all of his own.
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dearbisexual · 2 years
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realized a big part of the return of my suicidal ideations has to do w/ my insomnia and my general unhappiness w/ my living situation. those are the 2 key similarities between now and when i was 15 and suicidal
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rox-and-prose · 7 months
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the thing about living with mental illness for decades is that occasionally your brain will be like hey you're useless and should kill yourself and your only real reaction is cmon man right now im in the middle of something
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superbadgrrl · 10 months
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I've been off of the meds
I've been fucked in the head
One foot off of the ledge
But I never jump
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Yeah it sucks how some neurotypicals have watered down the term trigger, but the solution isn't to claim that only severely traumatized people have triggers. Most mental health issues can be triggered. If you have OCD and something makes your intrusive thoughts spike up, that was a trigger. If you are autistic and something makes your sensory issues flare up, that was a trigger. If you have depression and something makes you have suicidal thoughts, that was a trigger. If you have anxiety and something makes it worse, that was a trigger. It isn't just PTSD which can get triggered
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notaplaceofhonour · 2 months
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An American man self-immolated in the name of Gaza, and I’m seeing two different responses:
from American leftists, acting like it’s a brave/commendable thing while do
from Palestinians, begging people not to do this
This is a man who was incredibly mentally unwell and committed suicide, initially planning to livestream his suicide, and people are applauding it—which inevitably encourages more people to follow suit, throwing their lives away too. And for what? How has this helped Palestinians in any way?
Suicide is not the answer—not to your personal struggles and not to global conflict and geopolitical struggles. If you find yourself around people who are encouraging you to see suicide as a beautiful or commendable political act, get out.
Think of all the good things you can keep doing for Gaza if you keep living. Think of your loved ones. Think of your own life. Your life has value, and you deserve to keep living.
I think Ahmed Fouad Alkhatib, someone from Gaza, put it way better than I can in this tweet:
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facesofone · 2 years
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It was hard, making long term plans and goals, having self-maintenance to keep healthy, avoiding risky and/or life threatening situations, all of it was painted on the backdrop of "F--- it, I'm not living past 13...past 20...past 25". Thankfully we are no longer of that mindset, we have patience and realize it will happen when it happens, whether we look for it or not. So as a system we work together to keep us alive.
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Panel 1: Ian is walking, head slightly down and hands in his pockets. Above him it says "When I was my own age, only a child, I knew I would die before I became a teen. I could only see myself living for a decade at most."
Panel 2: Jak is standing still, his head gazing further downwards, his outline is very shaky. He says "In my teen years I was so suicidal I didn't plan to see my twenties. My vision became a handful of years."
Panel 3: Kyra is crawling on the ground, reaching upwards, her outline becoming a puddly mess. She says "In my early twenties it was a dire struggle to make it to my mid-twenties. My vision dropped to a matter of months."
Panel 4: Atom is leading the group, pulling Kyra in tow as she cradles Ian, Jak walks behind, and Luna is perched atop his head, pointing the way forward. Atom says "Working together as a system has helped us protect each other. We no longer look for an end date, we choose to survive."
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blueskittlesart · 6 months
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Now that you're gone
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adustoflove · 4 months
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I think dying would fix me immediately
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dumbsuicidalteen · 2 years
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one thing about me is i am not doing so well
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they should invent a way that makes suicide fucking easy
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