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bolontiku · 7 months
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Eat shit.eat shit. Eat shit and smile. Eat some more shit. Wash, rinse, and repeat.
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It's somewhat just hitting me as I walk out of my room at 4am that cookie is gone for good...
They were a pet and if I'm being honest, I never feel that close to pets but they were around for years and years... now they're gone, I don't have that little companion who wanders out sleepily in the morning to sit with me or comes and lays beside me at my computer and gives company of some sort.
I don't selfishly have that little piece of my life in the house to share with others, which is one of the only things I could share that was nice for people. That makes me feel a little more worthless too.
I don't like losing things, even when I'm undeserving of anything nice...
I took what might be last ever picture for an important person that is probably only mostly important from my end, I wish my long gone bestfriend got to see them too.
I got to say bye though when they were sent off to be put down peacefully, I just sat at my computer playing my games normally, just being a waste of life, hoping that I was at least doing helpful stuff on a server for friends.
I wish I could be numb to loss of any kind but truthfully, how can I be if I can't even be over what I've already lost years before...
I only deserve to lose things.
I doubt me being gone would impact anyone even a little... I've already been removed from others forcefully before, nobody valued gets that done to them.
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soggypotatoes · 1 year
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I think it's just genuinely so difficult for me to comprehend that people are affected by me attempting suicide
like, the first time, when I was 11, I told my dad a few days later and he said that's normal... a few other times, my suicidal feelings were brushed aside, and even tho I've lost someone to suicide and I fully understand how much it changes you and how painful it was I just can't, on a deep level, understand that it would affect other people like that if I died? it's that.. understanding it rationally but not emotionally. I still don't rly take seriously the fact that I attempted a month ago and almost succeeded. if they hadn't called the ambulance, I might not be here. my therapist keeps trying to convince me on a deep level that it matters and that people around me would rather me take up their time than take up their whole lives (for a while) by dying. it's so hard to understand!
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night-thinkerb · 1 year
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I’m thinking of ignoring everyone but then i would be lonelier.
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remolupini · 2 years
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takethelx3 · 11 months
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Ah shit, here we go again
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inkskinned · 1 year
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one of the things about being an educator is that you hear what parents want their kids to be able to do a lot. they want their kid to be an astronaut or a ballerina or a politician. they want them to get off that damn phone. be better about socializing. stop spending so much time indoors. learn to control their own temper. to just "fucking listen", which means to be obedient.
one of the things i learned in my pedagogy classes is that it's almost always easier to roleplay how you want someone to act. it's almost always easier to explain why a rule exists, rather than simply setting the rule and demanding adherence.
i want my kids to be kind. i want them to ask me what book they should read next, and i want to read that book with them so we can discuss it. i want my kid to be able to tell me hey that hurt my feelings without worrying i'll punish them. i want my kid to be proud of small things and come running up to me to tell me about them. i want them to say "nah, i get why this rule exists, but i get to hate it" and know that i don't need them to be grateful-for-the-roof-overhead while washing the dishes. i want them to teach me things. i want them to say - this isn't safe. i'm calling my mom and getting out of this. i want them to hear me apologize when i do fuck up; and i want them to want to come home.
the other day a parent was telling me she didn't understand why her kid "just got so angry." this woman had flown off the handle at me.
my dad - traditional catholic that he is - resents my sentiment of "gentle parenting". he says they'll grow up spoiled, horrible, pretentious. granola, he spits.
i am going to be kind to them. i am going to set the example, i think. and whatever they choose become in the meantime - i'm going to love them for it.
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yourlocalabomination · 6 months
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This is Hatchetfield, People go missing everyday!
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choccy-milky · 4 months
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THANK YOU ALL FOR THIS TRULY MOMENTOUS OCCASION!😭💖💖💖
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arthursfuckinghat · 2 months
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I'm at that part of chapter three my friends, so let me be a reminder that Colm O'Driscoll's plan to lure in Dutch after taking Arthur failed because nobody came looking for him.
He would have died being held captive any longer, he barely escaped.
The gang did not come for Arthur.
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softhe4rted · 11 months
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on loneliness jenny slate / japanese breakfast, posing for cars / corinne von lebusa, big glow / dadushin / alejandra pizarnik, tr. me / fka twings, home with you / avocado_ibuprofen / fiona apple, left alone / anne carson, “the anthropology of water”, plainwater / kiki smith, free fall / alejandra pizarnik, diaries
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starry-bi-sky · 1 month
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realizing i have. a lot of untapped trauma potential for clone^2 danny because i just Fully Processed Four Months Late the fact that his parents were capturing and torturing ghosts in the basement before he became Phantom. and the fact that he was on house rest for 2 weeks. during that time period. and he wasn't really leaving the house. he could hear their screaming through the floorboards
*points at clone danny* i can give you suuuuuuch a bad time babe ahaha. i've got two untouched years before you meet damian what fucks you up before then
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#clone^2#danny fenton is a clone#like i dont even need to traumatize you worse the pure explorative options from this aLONE is enough to feed me for a week.#like. tucks hair behind ear let me shatter you into glass pieces then glue you back together babe. i can put you back together so good.#i'm missing a few shards because some parts of you broke into such small pieces i couldn't pick them back up again so you'll be missing a#few chunks of yourself that you'll never get back but that's okay. you'll still be a resemblance of your old self :]#don't let anakin (me) listen to late night sad songs he makes angst.#hhh imagine being stuck in a house for two weeks where you can hear your parents torturing ghosts in the basement and not only that but#you're the only person who can undERSTAND the ghosts. how many times did he see his parents drag in a ghost with whatever capturing device#they made recently? iirc the thermos was like. brand new in episode one right? but gOD the trauma this alone would cause#nobody touch me im cooking rn i need to think about how this would impact danny. like obvs it would fuel into a developing obsession to#keep his parents away from ghosts and to help the dead but what *else.* i need to refine my becoming phantom ficlet i wrote back in winter#raaa#and like even after two weeks they were *still capturing ghosts* danny just wasn't in the house 24/7 at the time.#*but those two fucking weeks man*#i need to sleep on this first before i make any major moves bc i know im tired but i am having thOUGHTs
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dreamydelite · 12 days
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Oh how could I face the faceless days If I should lose you now
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brutal-nemesis · 14 days
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big question!! dude can we please see a scene in the AU where castys has his tongue cut off and he has to deal with that? like man, the shock and the pain and the fuckin grief? and neteri just being herself ofc
anyway the latest erebus chapter was heartbreaking you’re so good at being awful to these lads (i can’t stop reading)
Thank you I try,,,,,
Okay strap in fellas I think this is banger as hell I had a great time and let me know if you have any other requests for the AU!
Ingredients: shockingly, tongue gets cut off! some suffocation as well
Castys wasn’t great at sitting in chairs normally, something his parents had always reprimanded him for, but, hey, they’d never taken it as far as to fucking tie him to one, and Castys was grateful. This shit was uncomfortable. Like, yeah, the rough ropes around his wrists and ankles were tight and itchy, but also the position just sucked. Not that he’d rather be standing or something-
“You must be Castys!” The door had swung open, and now this little lady with a white coat on was walking up to him. 
“Yes, I’m Castys,” he said flatly as she scurried behind him before coming back without her bag. And then she just…stared at him. Castys wasn’t sure what she was looking at, since there really wasn’t much to see, just, like, him. Eventually her eyes wandered up to his, and she jumped in place a bit.
“Oh, right, I’m Neteri.” She stuck her hand out like she expected him to shake it.
“You know I’m tied up, right?”
“Ah. Yeah.” Her skin was dark enough that it wasn’t immediately obvious that she was blushing, but Castys was pretty sure she was. She ended up awkwardly grabbing his right hand and shaking it a bit. “I, um, I’ll be preparing you for this afternoon. Sorry, I’m just a bit nervous.”
“Well, you’re not tied to a chair so I think you’ll be okay.”
She laughed. “You’re right, you’re right, but I’m just…I think I’m going to do something I’m not supposed to do.”
Castys raised an eyebrow. “Let me go because I’m funny?”
Neteri rolled her eyes, but she was smiling, so clearly she did think he was funny. “No, you’re staying put, sorry bud. But I think I’m going to keep you. You’re kind of perfect.” She tried to cup his cheek in her hand, but Castys leaned away, staring at her with wide eyes.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” His mouth was really dry all of a sudden, he wasn’t perfect, he was a fuck-up, a useless heir, that had been his goal, he wasn’t good at anything he was supposed to be good at, he wasn’t well-mannered or polite, he had a huge fucking scar on his face and a lopsided smile because of it, he was filthy and vulgar and didn’t have any interest in getting married he was absolutely anything but perfect. So why the hell did she want him?
“It’s not important right now. You’ve got a big day ahead of you!” She clapped her hands, dismissing the subject entirely. He wanted to press her further, but after seeing the lovely object she pulled out of her pocket, everything else was forgotten.
“No. Absolutely not.”
“Aw, what are you gonna do about it, Castys? I thought you were tied to a chair!” Great, now it was his turn to feel his face grow hot, because, yeah, what the fuck was he gonna do?
Normally, he doubted he’d immediately recognize it for what it was, but today, right now, after just being told this lady wanted to keep him, it was instantly clear. And Neteri was right, he was only able to squirm uselessly and lean away as she wrapped the collar around his neck without much trouble. His first swallow after she’d sealed it shut felt horrible, and he absolutely did not want to get used to it.
“See, it’s not so bad. It looks cute on you!” She ruffled his hair, which only made Castys more uncomfortable.
“I don’t want to be cute. I’m not a fucking dog.” He wasn’t sure whether the collar was part of Neteri’s weird desires or just to humiliate him, but either way he hated it.
“No, you’re not, but you’re also not a prince anymore, and you’re the property of the Xernan Empire, and this is a good reminder of that,” Neteri said as she walked around behind him, probably to her bag. Castys rolled his eyes. He didn’t need to be reminded that he wasn’t a prince, since it was his favorite new development in all of this. Unless…unless it wasn’t just a reminder for him, but for everyone else, too…He really, really hoped there wasn’t going to be some sort of public display, but given how Neteri’d said he had a “big day” ahead…fuck, that was probably the case, huh?
“Now, I’m going to…oh, I might get in so much trouble for this,” Neteri muttered as she stared at the floor, standing in front of him once again. She had leather gloves on, which would have been nice earlier when she was touching him, and she was holding…a pair of shears? He didn’t think she’d put on gloves if she was just going to cut his hair, and given that she thought she might get in trouble for it, it seemed like she was going to…maim him somehow. Castys curled his hands into fists as Neteri slapped her cheeks with her palms, still talking to herself. “No, I’m going to do this. I deserve it. It’s not that far off from what the emperor wants. Okay,” she held the shears up and gave Castys a concerningly bright smile. “Any last words?”
For once, Castys didn’t take the opportunity to speak.
Instead, he locked his jaw shut tight, teeth clenched so hard it hurt, lips pressed together, walls of protection around his tongue. 
That’s what she wanted, wasn’t it?
Neteri cocked her head, watching him. “Nothing to say all of a sudden? No jokes?” Her smile disappeared as her eyes narrowed. “You figured it out, didn’t you, Castys? What I’m going to do to you.”
He didn’t bother nodding.
Neteri stepped up to him, her knee on the chair in between his legs, leaning over him, her face right above his as he craned back to avoid her. “You’re going to have to get used to obeying me, Castys.” The cold metal of the shears rested on his cheek. “So open your mouth.”
If there’s one thing Castys was good at, it was disobeying orders.
After a few moments of neither of them moving, Neteri pinched Castys’s nose shut with her free hand, not saying a word. Fine, he could play that game. Hold on as the pressure in his chest built, as his head started to spin, as his vision started to darken, every fiber of his being screaming at him to just give in to the inevitable and take a breath. He could do it quick, a little gasp, fast enough that she wouldn’t be able to do anything. Okay, three, two…
The exhale was shaky, but it was fine, just a quick inhale as he snapped his mouth shut-
His teeth scraped against metal, the sensation sending shivers down his spine.
Neteri stared at him with a detached coldness as she rotated the shears, forcing his jaw open wide, wide enough for her to stick her hand in and grab his tongue, pulling it out despite his attempts to pull it back, turning the shears to the side now, opening them up, the cold blades-
Snip.
Castys’s mouth was hot it was burning he was choking the smell of blood was so strong he was suffocating on it her hand was still in his mouth her fingers pressed against his wound magic piercing through his jaw he’d scream if he had the air and then that was it her hand was gone he lurched forward coughing and spitting blood and saliva all down the front of the threadbare shirt he’d been given and once he saw the discarded little piece of pink flesh on the floor he couldn’t look at anything else he couldn’t believe that was it it was gone it wasn’t in his mouth his mouth was empty there was only the blood still dripping out and when Neteri laid a hand on his back he wanted to growl at her not to touch him but he couldn’t he couldn’t say anything anymore he was quiet nothing to say no thoughts or opinions of his own just how his parents had wanted him-
“It’s alright, Castys, just breathe. It was a little more difficult than it needed to be, but you did it.” And why did it need to be at all? “Just two more things left today and then you can rest. And then hopefully…” Her hand slid up, resting on the back of his neck, on that awful collar, and Castys wanted to scream. He never, ever wanted to belong to her.
But what he wanted didn’t matter anymore.
Castys was dragged out and whipped and branded and left out on display, brought back and patched up by Neteri and given soup that he couldn’t taste, and when the door slammed shut behind her, he finally allowed himself to cry.
His back and chest hurt, of course, the wounds aggravated no matter how he moved or what position he laid in, but he could deal with it. It was nothing compared to what he’d lost, the little pocket of empty space inside his mouth.
Words were all he’d ever have to really fight back, complaining when he was forced to do things he didn’t want to, scaring off all the suitors his parents picked out, jokes keeping him calm when he was scared or upset, even when he couldn’t do anything he could still say something, make sure everyone knew how he felt, and now he was more helpless than ever before and he couldn’t say a single fucking thing. 
He didn’t even know where he was going to end up, either sold off to some asshole or left in Neteri’s clutches, and no matter what, he wasn’t going to be treated like a person. The collar made it pretty clear. He was less than human now, a pet, a lab rat, property, something that didn’t need to have thoughts or opinions anymore. 
He’d rather be a prince after all.
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elibethquin · 5 months
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WHEN WAS SOMEONE GONNA TELL ME?!
Sorry but I MUST talk about THIS
Enkdbwkdbeje IVE BEEN IN THIS FANDOM FOR 4 YEARS NOW AND IVE SEARCHED FOR EVERY CRUMB OF CONTENT I COULD GET MY GRABBY HANDS ON GEJXBSKDB AND JUST TODAY
Today OF ALL DAYS
I FIND OUT THERES A DELETED SCENE STORYBOARD FROM BOOK 2?!!!! BWKDHWKDHKS LIKE HELLO???? GEKXHAKDHWK
Today was just the perfect day to find this out. My levels of serotonin haven’t been this high in forever
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HERE!!! LOOK! LOOK!!!!!! LOOOK AT THE BABY!!! JESSE LOOKS LIKE A LOST KITTEN HDKSBDJD PLEASE HE IS SO PRECIOUS
His face is so funny to me it just looks like no thoughts head empty gajdhsjdj
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Something really interesting to me is just how EXPRESSIVE the boards are I can just stare at them forever ;-;
I can analyze every single line in the 99 pages of that pdf and I WILL. No one can stop me 👹👹👹
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raveboy34 · 5 months
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I just realized that Irene Adler is going to be introduced any time soon now in the podcast, and I don't think i've been more nervous for a podcast ever before in my life. I really hope they take a more original approach on the story of a "Scandal In Bohemia" and for once in the 21st century of Sherlock Holmes history, they don't take a "romantic" approach at it. It is becoming insanely unoriginal at this point, and overall, bland. It is so bland, BBC Sherlock being worse than bland, legit the worst version of Irene Adler to ever forsake my eyes and ears.
I don't think writers when making a new adaptation of Sherlock Holmes ever understand the point of "The Woman," and what her character is meant to represent. She is NOT a damsel in distress, she was NOT in love with Holmes, neither was Holmes, and she is NOT stupid, literally FAR from it. She in the books was the first woman to outsmart Holmes, and what did Holmes have to say about it? He was happy and intrigued.
I understand that adaptations of SH are not trying to be true to the books, but diminishing an originally strong and smart female character to something as bland as a love interest and a damsel in distress when during the time of publishing the book, that was all women were worth in most stories written by men, is just outright wrong. The SH books are FAR from perfect but the impactful aspects of it, like Irene Adler, imo, should stay true to its original purpose.
I have high hopes this will not happen, but after back to back to back shitly written Irenes in the past 20 years of SH adaptations, im still dying inside.
Anyways, let me give some appreciation to Granada Irene Adler.
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Mother was mothering so hard all of Scotland Yard got fed that day.
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Miss Adler studied in the school of Serveington, majoring in cuntology, broke the score of most slayholarly with an 100 in cuntmistry.
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When she sailed away on that boat to live her life with her new man, the boat shook so hard because her servecession was too much, but she still managed to bring everyone to slayty with her life mother boat. And when she arrived she pussified the land, with her own 2 heels.
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Gayle Hunnicutt? More like Gayle HunniCUNT.
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