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5hrignold · 3 months
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redesigns of ocs i made when i was like 10
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secrescaryat · 1 year
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everytime i replay rdr2 and get to the epilogue i’m heartbroken because as soon as free roam is unlocked again i’ll just spend like an hour walking around looking at everything and thinking ‘arthur’s been in that house’ or ‘arthur’s been down this trail’ before bursting into tears
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mooodyblue · 1 year
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rambling in the tags 😵‍💫
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whump-queen · 2 years
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Content: angst, self-worth issues, mentions of abusive relationships & domestic violence, mental illness probably.
The air was stuffy when they walked in. With no one home to open the windows, the air in the empty rooms had long since staled days ago.
They left their bags at the door and walked through, opening the windows in every room.
They knew they’d eventually have to come back here.
That didn’t make it hurt any less.
They tried hard not to think as they slid each window open, but the memories were knocking and prying at the threshold of their subconscious—lapping and licking behind their eyes like floodwater.
The bedroom hurt the most.
Everything smelled like them.
Unhealthy, their friends had called it. Abusive. Toxic. But to them, it hardly ever felt that way.
No, if they were honest, they missed the way things were back then. When there was always someone to call out to, someone to vent about their day, the feeling of whumper’s arms wrapped around them when they held them tight.
And the way they’d laugh.
God, no one else could make them laugh like that.
And sure, the hours whumpee had spent on the bathroom floor, trying to cry silently enough that they wouldn’t be heard, biting down into their hand hard enough to draw blood—
Sure, those memories were probably real too.
But they didn’t feel all that real, not anymore.
All they could think of as they passed through the rooms were the times they’d laughed so hard their stomach hurt, the time they’d covered the entire floor in wrapping paper and bows and presents last Christmas.
How whumper taught them to wrap things nicely.
How to crease the corners.
How kind, and how patient they’d been.
But Whumper—they were human too, weren’t they? Weren’t they allowed to make mistakes?
Whumpee knew that they themselves had made so many—they’d stayed up at night listing them all. Surely then, whumper should be allowed a few too, right?
It was too late, though, wasn’t it. They were gone now, and whumpee should be happy.
“Keep the place to yourself”, their friends had said, “that’ll show them.”
But was it worth it? Was it worth it if everything still hurt? If every room still smelled like them and every object was a memory that wrapped itself around Whumpee’s heart and squeezed like a boa constrictor, until they felt they couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, until they felt their heart might stop altogether.
And now they were in the bathroom again, curled up in their familiar spot on the floor. No need to cry silently anymore, for there was no one around to hear them.
Was this really any better? They’d done it, done what their friends wanted, what their family wanted, what they even thought they’d wanted and, what was it all for?
They’re still here. Still crying. But now, there was no one. No one to scoop them up off the bathroom floor, no one to go to for a hug, no one to hold them until they fell asleep, no one to see in the morning.
And really, they hadn’t minded the bruises so much, they really hadn’t. It felt like the least they deserved, right then.
Whatever thread Whumpee had been hanging by had snapped, and regret flooded their body like a tidal wave. God, they wished they hadn’t done it. They’d take it all back, they’d take comfort, they’d take pain, they’d take anything at all just to hear them laugh again, to feel the warmth of those arms around them again.
They stayed curled up there, on the cold tile, for god knew how long, until the tears wouldn’t fall anymore and they just felt numb. Eyes open, staring at nothing.
And there was nothing, no one, to bring them out of it this time.
This was all there was now. To exist. To live as a husk, floating through the hollowed out shell of their former life.
Whumpee woke up hours later, still curled up and shaking on the bathroom tile.
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sanstropfremir · 1 year
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i’m sure u received asks about the mma 2022 performances - hoping i’m not adding too much noise ur inbox 🫡
but i feel a bit underwhelmed with these performances? i was sad to see the lineups for all of the upcoming award shows and how there aren’t a lot (or any) 2nd gen/3rd gen performers. granted there aren’t as many 2nd gen active kpop artists that are doing music (most ventured into acting but also hello! i want a key gasoline end of year stage!). and 3rd gen bgs are enlisting + ggs disbanded or not as mainstream.
i’ve seen a lot of praise for le sseafim’s stage but idk it wasn’t anything wow. it felt awkward to me?
i haven't actually, it seems like everyone (including me) forgot about it. i don't know what the full list of performers is so i probably haven't watched all of them, but yea almost no strong performances. what the hell is wrong with the creative directors for these groups, like did y'all forget how stage a good awards show performance in two years? the mmas gave like 11-12 minutes to all these trendy fourth gen groups and NONE of them could keep any semblence of my attention for more than maybe three minutes. the only two groups that actually understood the scale of what they were supposed to be doing were monsta x and ive, bc starship has been sending groups to awards shows for ages. and of that mx's was the only one that was actually interesting and in proper scale for the event, and they did it in less time than everyone else. and also gidle but like. was that a good performance? no, but at least they got the scale right.
tbh the main problem seems to me that all these groups are doing songs/vcrs etc that are just too sedate/slow for that large a stage and they aren't planned well. some groups are kinda sol in that regard (sorry newjeans, your music isnt gonna work on an awards show stage without revamping the production), but literally why were there vcrs in the middle of some of these performances. the one in the ive performance literally just covered up them WALKING TO A DIFFERENT PART OF THE STAGE. why. are you too good to sing a song and hype up the audience while you walk? i dont even want to talk about the txt performance it has some of the worst everything i've seen in a hot minute. the le sserafim stage had extremely poor understanding of how to actually use the stage properly and pathetic styling. like sorry diesel outfits do NOT cut it for an awards show performance. enhypen had legitimately horrible styling like what the actual fuck was that. a lot of these groups are treating these stages as extentions of their 'lore' or whatever and having these ponderous ~mysterious~ vcrs without actually realizing that that is not what these shows are for. these shows need BIG performances bc they are long and they have huge lulls in them thanks to the actual awards presenting. it's one of the only types of performance that it's not necessary to build a dynamic arc into because you do not need one.
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pepprs · 7 months
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lol
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wallowing in self pity as an after work activity.
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myriadsystem · 10 months
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Its the end of pride month and i havent once seen the comic about that gay raccoon taking shots at his fox ex husband. Disgraceful
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airborneace · 10 months
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"Okay PokéNav. Play All Out Of Love, by Air Supply."
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benetnvsch · 11 months
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wouldn't it be funny :) if I just :) did not finish this final :) submitted it as it is :)
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queerautism · 2 years
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I'll try to get to some more asks and dms tomorrow 💜
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athena-nz · 1 year
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When will HRT make me sexy and happy
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spellbook-gayboy · 1 year
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20 for the gesture prompts? <3
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Kyle almost didn't feel it at first, the thick layers of his costume dampening the weight of the hand on his shoulder. But what he could feel was the warmth that seeped through, making his whole upper torso tingle from the feeling. It wasn't the first time he'd felt this feeling, far from it. He'd felt it with a dozen different people over the decades, but this?
This was different. Thula's hand felt... stronger, more reassuring. It felt like armour around him, steeling his mind for what lay ahead.
"How bad is it, Ross?" He asked. Just saying the question made the pit in his stomach grow larger.
"What did he do?" Just asking made the pit in his stomach deepen.
"He cut a deal with the president, Kyle." Immortal replied flatly, his voice barely above a whisper. "He didn't just get away with it. The president made him..."
Kyle leaned forward in his seat. "Made him what, Ross?"
"Made him the new director of the GDA."
The thick steel of the chair bent like tissue paper in Kyle's grip. He didn't even mean to break the arm, but his muscles had moved quicker than his brain in the moment. The hand came away, exposing the horribly bent and crumpled section, the leather cushion ripped and warped into the damage. "...After Cecil? After... after Samson?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"Yeah." Immortal whispered back. "Are you in?"
He sighed. "I'll tell the team to gear up. We'll rendezvous with you outside the old Teen Team base, two hours." His voice was monotonous, utterly devoid of any sort of emotion. "Where's Amanda?"
"Magic Man saved her. She's still recovering, but the doctors say she'll live."
Kyle didn't move. "God, it's gonna crush her." He murmured. "Alright. We'll be there."
"See you there." The screen went dead, leaving the couple alone in the vast room.
Thula opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't conjure any words from within. Viltrumites didn't... dwell, didn't mourn their losses after every battle. She could see how this entire situation was affecting him, but she was at a loss as to what she do to help.
Kyle rose to his feet with a grunt, not saying a word as he turned around. Thula tried to get as good a look as possible at his face, but the darkness of the room obscured most of his features. But she could see the tension in his frame, the way his body quivered slightly, like something inside of him was mere moments away from snapping. “Kyle, I...”
No sooner than had she said that, the tension in him broke. Frontline’s shoulders slumped, and his chest began to twitch as choked sobs began to be heard. Thula was suddenly pulled into a desperate and crushing hug, the force of the embrace stifling her breath. Kyle’s head lay on her shoulder, and the wet trickle of tears stained the strong fabric of her uniform. 
Her hands found their way to his back, rubbing small circles into his shoulder blades. “I’m coming with you.” She whispered, one hand moving to hold the back of his neck. 
“Wha- no! Thula, you-!”
“I’m coming with you.” She cut him off, her brow creasing in determination. “I’ve studied those drones that Connors has sent out, watched how they move about. I know them better than you could ever hope too.”
Kyle lifted his head, looking at her with bloodshot eyes. “You... you’re sure?”
“I am.”
“Okay.” He managed to croak out, slowly pulling back from her. “Okay. We should go. Ross’ll be expecting us soon.”
Thula nodded. She held out her hand, an open invitation to her husband. Kyle hesitated for a moment, but soon enough his hand joined with it, gripping tightly. 
“Let’s go, dear. We’re needed.”
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#so for the last like. as long as i can remember. ive had a shit sleep schedule#mostly like sleep all day and stay up all night kinda shit#but i got sick/burnt out recently and slept for almost two days straight#and somehow it reset my sleep schedule to something normal#like i went to bed at 10pm and woke up at 5am for the last few days#and i havent had to nap#and the not needing to nap is really fucking with me#like im used to waking up. feeding my dog. and then napping until i go to work#i should be napping rn. but im not tired#i dont have to get ready for work for another four hours and ive already been awake for three hours#i went to the coffee shop and to walgreens. im in real clothes instead of pajamas. i did a load of laundry#im laying in bed (its so hot i might be dying) and i just. dont know what to do with my time#im probably gonna do some cleaning and packing because im moving in two months#idk im just feeling some strange type of way because for the last few days ive been. alive#instead of sleeping my life away#its so strange. i got sick. slept for a few days. and now my biggest problem is just fixed? and i can have a life now?#its 70 degrees today and the world is my oyster. what should i do?#i have a list of chores im gonna do. i might walk to the coinstar machine so ill have money#yeah i want to do that cuz im in the negatives in my bank account but i want to get a cool drink before work today#my dad texted me this morning 'noticed your bank account is overdrawn for the second time this week. whats going on kid?'#which is such a sad text to get because i know im broke. thanks dad. lets pls ignore my financial hardships#if you want to make my dad less sad hmu for my venmo /hj#anyways ill probs do that today. get some cash so i can get a frozen lemonade from wawa or something#yknow that post thats like 'seasonal depression seems fake until its 50 degrees in march and it feels like you took a party drug'#i think thats partially whats happening here. its 70 degrees and sunny and my systems dont know what to do with that#i hope youre all having a great day that you dont sleep through. i love you!!
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