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g4m3z · 5 months
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what if i just screamed and never stopped because there is never not a reason to scream and screaming is all I have why is everything just enough to scream about.
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crayonurchin · 4 months
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First art of the new year is all about re-structuring your internal monologue.
In my early 20s I was working full time in London with many social commitments and a variety of hustles and side projects.
In my later mid 20s I cater to many sensory and social drain needs I have and indulge in special interests while respecting my lower energy reserves and celebrating my different way of processing the world.
Did I get more autistic? Nah. I got less fake.
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[Art description: Three panels showing figures on a black background. Long descriptions follow.
1. A drawing of OP as a person with hip-length hair and a dress standing sadly with her hands clapsed together in front of her. She is coloured a muted rainbow gradient. Behind her, two pairs of nondescript figures chat while smiling. White text says, ‘I’m getting more and more autistic the older I get.’ 2. OP’s colours are brighter, and her expression looks happier. Crayon-like scribbles have crossed out the text from the previous panel. 3. OP’s colours are vibrant, and she balances on one leg and throws her arms out as she dances. The text above has changed to say, ‘I’m becoming more and more myself the older I get.’ \End descriptions]
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marcelshorjian · 2 years
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the impossible return
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improvapocalyps · 10 days
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You have 90 minutes to complete. (original poem: r.a.)
In participation of the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024 hosted by @mcytrecursive!
Inspired by know that all my love will be your breath (i will save you when your lights go out)
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1. Have you ever been in love? (Please circle your answer.) a. It's me and him b. Our hearts beat in sync c. Our lives intertwined
2. Do you understand what you’ve done? (Please circle your answer.) a. I couldn't do anything b. I lost my balance c. I doomed us both
3. It's been god knows how long since you felt phantom hands on your neck and there is no one in sight. If you were soul-bound to him and both of you died at the same time then why are you still waiting in the void? Please answer clearly, in full sentences. (Not a correct answer:I just wanted to see him one more time).
4. Define two (2): Fate | The feeling of his forehead against yours Curse | The moment you realise he isn't linked to you anymore
5. True or False: i. It was your fault. ii. You wish you had met him under different circumstances. iii. You can’t regret a single moment that you had him. iv. You would do it all over again if you could. v. It ended long before either of you said anything.
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puppetmaster13u · 3 months
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Prompt 187
Clockwork would openly admit that he couldn’t see Danny’s timelines. Not since the moment he stepped into that portal and became something more. A child of Infinity, of the very Realms itself. 
But he’ll also admit that it always meant that the child surprised him all the time. This just happened to be a startling surprise, and an admittedly amusing one, even if Danny was openly complaining about the situation. 
“It’s not fair! You have to be able to fix this, right? Right?!” the ghostling, quite literally now, practically yanked at his cloak. “Clockwork, I was going to graduate, I can’t be two! Please, you’re the master of Time, you can fix this right!?” 
No, no he could not, seeing as young Daniel was in fact, immune to timeline machinations, doubly so for his own. To the ghostling’s open distress, which he did his best to soothe. What he could do instead, was stop time in his home dimension, and instead let him age back up again. 
Which the young halfa wasn’t happy about, but it was the best thing they had, so Clockwork supposed he had a ghostling now. A tiny adorable ghostling who kept pouting each time his much younger body had any sort of effect on his behavior. 
He’d never exactly had a ghostling before, nevermind one who was part human, but he would admit he honestly was enjoying it. Most time was spent alone, something he hadn’t realized until Danny ended up crashing into his unlife. 
Honestly he would openly admit that he absolutely adored his little ghostling. Who was now around four, at least physically, and had gotten into the adorable habit of curling up in the pendulum in his chest. Which was honestly the safest spot in Long Now, he’d admit. 
The singular issue however, with this habit, was that when someone attempted to summon him, they got his ghostling as well. And well, normally he could very much control himself for these summonings that happened every few hundred or so years, but well. There was a reason why even the Observants had stopped popping in the moment they realized he had a ghostling. 
Nesting ghosts do not mess around should they feel one is messing with their very vulnerable child, and really it’s not his fault the mortal cultists woke up and startled Danny. Perhaps deleting them from the timeline was a bit too far, if the other mortals rapid paling was to go by, but oh well. 
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werepires · 10 months
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Someone help Cas he’s trying to confess his love and Dean keeps infodumping world news on him it’s been over 2 years he still doesn’t have an answer
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Zuko, hungover: please tell me I’m imagining that I claimed I was the king of all the turtleducks
Sokka: I would, but then I’d be lying to the King of All Turtleducks
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chwduplemon · 9 months
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2.03 "i know where i'm going" // 2.06 "every day"
GOOD OMENS (2019–), SEASON 2
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beanghostprincess · 6 months
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luffy doesn't get the sexual appeal of bodies. they're just that, right? bodies. muscles. he doesn't really get why sanji gets all annoying when he sees nami in a swimsuit. he doesn't get why franky likes to stare at robin so much when she's sunbathing. he understands they're supposed to be sexy or whatever, but he has never felt the way others do. he doesn't get it, but he doesn't care much about it either.
then he sees zoro covered in blood. bruised, damaged skin under the moonlight. his chest moving up and down because of his deep breathing. red dripping from his swords. his teeth tightly pressing into the hilt of wado.
luffy doesn't know if what he's feeling could be compared to sanji's sudden outbursts of horniness or franky's heart eyed expressions, but he certainly feels something he has never experienced before.
he's aware that he's staring at zoro, lost in thought. lost in his huge hands and wide chest. callused fingers. chapped lips. he wants to trace his nails over his scars. he wants to kiss every part of him. devour him. consume him.
is that what sex is supposed to be? luffy isn't sure. he has always known what it is, but never how it feels like.
usopp makes a joke about him staring, but he doesn't hear him. zoro's smiling. at him. his captain. but right now luffy doesn't know how to tell zoro that he's the one holding his soul. his breathing feels heavy on his chest and throat. he feels warmth overcoming him completely.
"all good, captain?" zoro's still grinning. he looks like the devil himself.
who were they fighting against again?
luffy only nods and his first mate seems to take it as a proper answer.
first mate. for some reason now that title feels more intimate. it makes him choke on his unsaid words.
luffy might not know a lot of things, but he knows he wants zoro in every possible way, and maybe that's more than enough.
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vanyafresita · 3 months
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after seeing this post by the artist afkeii on instagram, i got inspired to write a poem... and then i drew something to make it into a zine...
the way i feel about romantic love is... complicated... but i've known i'm on the aromantic spectrum for over a year now ! yippiee !
if you'd like to have a physical copy, feel free to [download the print version here] , and check [how to put it together / make a 8-page zine here]
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frogmaru · 4 months
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oh no.
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psalmsofpsychosis · 12 days
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of you; of me
// Chapter 20 of Lacan's Seminar XI // Batman: The Killing Joke // Euripides, Alkestis, tr. by Anne Carson // i love you, it looks like rain — June Gehringer // Batman: Europa // The Nation's Saddest Love Poems — Sam J. Grudgings // Batman #67: Knightmares // Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke written c. October 1945 // The Dark Knight Returns // Hesitation Outside the Door — Margaret Atwood // Batman #144 // Snow and Dirty Rain — Richard Siken // Batman: Cacophony #3 // quote by Etel Adnan // Batman/Catwoman #3 // unknown source. //
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ivynightshade · 2 months
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i mother it, the absence of her ii. i was hard to bear from the very start.’
[text id: my mother is an artist too. somehow, somewhere along the way, i forgot that we artists have some creations that we don’t like. the realization came late, almost like everything else in my life.]
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valyrfia · 1 month
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I want them to glare at each other from their garages before each race, only to fight tooth and nail for the win with both of them complaining on the radio about the move they just made on each other and then get out of their cars in parc fermé and hug it out with big grins, and stand on the podium and douse eachother in champagne.
I want them to hate each other for the sake of rivalry and competition but when the dust settles they both still love and respect the fuck out of each other and Max and Charles talk fondly about each race for the rest of their careers.
YOU! YOU GET IT!
The beauty of Lestappen is, and always will be (regardless of the colours they wear), that they are opposite sides of this rivalry that's almost predestined in their narratives. They will fight each other forever, they're part of each other's racing identities and there's something so intimate about that. Charles is the only non-WDC driver that Max fully respects and considers on his level, Max is the only rivalry that Charles will entertain and regale fond long-winded stories of to the media. They're truly two once-in-a-generation talents born sixteen days apart, they know and they hope that they'll inhabit the same page in the history books, that their names will live in the same breath forever.
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min-xie · 3 months
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juniper-clan · 3 months
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Read that last post and thought “the ocean will take what it is owed, in any form it shall take. Water, ice, or snow.”
Also rip longpaw :(. Sad sad
And the ocean did! The ocean was owed two lives, and well… ice and snow took one of them.
When it happened in game it was so sudden. He was looking for garlic and then it just said he died on patrol. I really couldn’t make heads or tails of it. It was so -sudden-. With no explanation.
I absolutely did not want to have it become canon, but the more I thought about it the better for the story it will be. And this certainly isn’t the last we will see of him.
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