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stuckinapril · 4 months
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friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me
#It’s just so different#even though it’s public it still feels secret and safe. i feel comfy sharing a lot more on here than I do in my actual day to day life lol#in my head I’m also just speaking to myself 90% of the time which helps#if a friend off tumblr saw my thoughts I’d feel so weird ab it#esp bc they might get the vagueposting about certain situations and tell mutual friends#no thank u. this is for me. I’m not about to start censoring my thoughts bc someone I know knows my tumblr#u guys literally saw me have LIVE BREAKDOWNS#meanwhile I’ll have the worst fucking day in history and tell no one about it. I’m already cripplingly private but way more so in real life#this is basically a low stress journaling outlet for me. it’s so important for me to maintain the separation#like this is actually my diary & has been so handy for letting out emotions / articulating thoughts / staying on track !!#& I’ve met so many kind people on here who actually get me. which is so hard to find irl bc I’m surrounded by pre-med gunners/overachievers#who are by standard not very good w emotion & can be competitive/judgmental. or at least it’s hard for me to be vulnerable in front of them#and I’m part of that crowd so I reserve my emotions only to a handful of very close friends#it’s nice to hop on here and express negative emotions!! or positive emotions!! just whatever I want and it’s low stress and people get me#I don’t have to worry about judgment or competitiveness etc etc#like everyone on here is so kind & nice & understanding. & just a breath of fresh air from the types I run w. it’s just nice to have this#so idk that’s why I think I’ll always be strict about keeping the worlds separate. it just works#p
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marzipanandminutiae · 2 years
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on the flip side of that Toxic Skincare Obsession post: I’m tired of seeing sun protection presented as another frivolous, unnecessary product of the patriarchy
“I’m going to sit in the sun with wine and enjoy it and fuck anti-aging products like SPF!” I mean yes normalize and celebrate people- especially women -not looking 22 forever but also
Skin Cancer Is Bad Maybe?
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*tries to organize my thoughts*
*remembers i'm not in school and therefore beholden to neither heaven nor hell nor any man's grading system*
*joyously shredding & tossing all my carefully arranged 3x5 mental notecards into the air like so much beige confetti. raising my arms in victory, cheering raucously until i accidentally inhale bits of homemade confetti*
(*coughing up itty bits of paper like a cat evicting a hairball with a firm understanding of tenants' rights*) wait wat happens next
#i marie kondoed my thoughts and *i* feel great. but now my stream-of-consciousness has escaped containment#so many innocent bystanders at stake#every time i try to organize my thoughts i run out of plastic bins and have to make a trip to the container store where i get even more dis#racted so. you can't just hand me THIS brain and NO catalogue OR library classification system#and expect me to single-handedly sort through all this nonsense? bad form but fucking form not in my job description#aNYways. formal education sure did a FUCKING NUMBER on us huh#(a number i measure not in gpa or dollars of student debt.#but in the number of therapy sessions & medical debt it will take to recover.)#seriously folks. our education systems are...innately traumatizing for a huge number of students. and we NEED to address this.#the fact that it is culturally common for adults to have anxiety nightmares about school/exams...even decades later?#that is not cute. it is Alarming.#no one--much less entire generations--should be spending their developmental years in an environment of chronic stress & pressure & strain#and yet that is the reality for millions and millions of pre-teen and teenage and young adult students#this isn't healthy and it serves and empowers NO ONE#...except of course the many exploitative educational & financial & debt-collecting institutions thriving from the current balance of power#and of course it's a nefarious and powerful way to sabotage/erase the middle class#which billionaires and the wealth-inequality creators they finance couldn't possibly have any noteworthy interest in whatsoever#it's not like there's an elite group of people with huge financial incentives to drain/steal resources from the masses...#anyways sorry for going all Conspiracy Theory on you.#obviously the billionaires who control the vast majority of our resources and news and political campaign funding#are not tied to every single itty bitty social issue and i'm a silly billy to imply it#please tell elon musk to ignore this tweet i am so subservient and acquiescent#mr musky u r so good at inheriting slavery-built mining fortunes & buying other people's companies#& building rocket ships & fancy cars that do NOT explode/catch fire & also NOT running billion dollar companies into the ground#mr musky u r so talented genius billionaire playboy with 10 kids and ex-wives who find you creepy af babe u r basically iron man
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unicyclingdogs · 15 days
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blue shirt buddies!!! :)
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the artblock be hitteth Harder than normal, for tis not normal artblock. woe. Wally be upon ye
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atmilliways · 5 months
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@steddiemicrofic
written for ‘Pine’ | wc: 508 | rated: T Kind of a time travel fic, kind of a future fic. Established relationship, but also not. With a whiff of mutual pining.
Eddie is cold. He’s so fucking cold, clutched in Henderson’s arms. 
And then he isn’t. 
He’s hot, dripping sweat instead of blood. Standing, feet aching like he’s been on them all day. Everything is light and heat and noise, the clanging of metal and the sizzle and smell of things cooking, people bustling. He sways on his feet, and—
“You okay, chef?”
It’s too much. Eddie’s eyes roll back, gone before he even falls.
He wakes in a soft bed, softer than he’s ever felt in his entire life. It smells of pine-scented laundry detergent, weed smoke, and comfort. 
“Eds?” Steve Harrington leans over him with concern and relief in his eyes, and something warm that chases the last of the cold from Eddie’s blood. He’s clasping Eddie’s hand in both of his.
Something’s off, though. Steve looks . . . older. And damn good in glasses, but since when did Steve Harrington need glasses?
“You passed out at work, babe.”
Babe.
Babe.
“King Steve holding my hand,” Eddie mumbles. “I’m either dreaming or dead.”
“. . . Oh.” Steve’s grip tightens, reminding Eddie that, oh yeah, he can hear him. Maybe not a dream, if he doesn’t get to have his privacy when thinking out loud. “Okay, so this is happening. Uh. . . . What year do you think it is?”
Eddie frowns. It’s 1986, but. . . . When he looks down at himself there are scars and unfamiliar tattoos and, weirdly, a distinct lack of one nipple on his own chest. Why is he shirtless?
His silence seems answer enough, because Steve nods. “Okay. You told me this was going to happen, just weren’t sure when. The last thing you remember is the Upside Down, right? Bats?”
The bats. Eddie shudders with his entire body. 
“Okay,” Steve says again, smoothing his thumbs over the knuckles and palm of Eddie’s hand. “You’re going to be fine, Eds. This is just a blip.” He offers an awkward smile. “But you’re going to go back, and it’s going to really hurt for a while but you’re going to be fine. Just do your stretches, I remember how much you hated that shit but it’s important.”
Eddie can’t wrap his head around what Steve is saying. His voice is small when he asks, “Will I still be able to play?”
The smile firms up, genuine. “Yeah. Not quite as good as before, we all know how important your left nipple was for that, but. You have guitars all over the damn place, really clutters up our apartment.”
“Our?” Eddie croaks. 
Another squeeze of his hand. “Yeah. Don’t leave me hanging too long when you get back, okay?”
He wants to ask more, but sleep is tugging at him and the bed is so soft. 
He wakes up in a hospital bed, and the Steve Harrington he knows is asleep in the visitor’s chair, hand on the sheet next to Eddie’s. 
And Eddie, not wanting to leave him hanging, breathes through the pain as he reaches to hold it.
(also on Ao3)
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ireneae · 2 years
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House 5.24, "Both Sides Now"
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vldsideblog · 1 year
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The idea that Keith’s eyes glow in the dark comes with so much comedy value, especially pre Kerberos.
Keith spending the night at adam and Shiro’s house, getting a late night snack with the lights turned off. Shiro coming downstairs to see what the fuck this stupid teenager is doing at 3am, only to see two glowing eyes staring back at him.
Shiro just goes back to bed and convinces himself it’s a stress induced hallucination,
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musubiki · 8 months
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you dont know SHIT about me.
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tomwambsgans · 5 months
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are these assaults gonna be ongoing?
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stuckinapril · 6 months
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libraries were literally created for lonely little girls who would then go on to become lonely fully grown women btw
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scourge-sympathiser · 5 months
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SCOURGE SUNDAY 014/???
away from computer
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Wanna make a post but don’t know what to say. Hello, mutuals, followers, friends, and all
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caimdrakengard · 10 months
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poor tim tams
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chr0n1c-ag0ny · 6 months
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Kunikida has chronic pain. he doesn't really know why, he's seen a doctor and they're like "eh, your shit outta luck" and sends him on his way.
he's always stiff and achey and he can tell when it's gonna rain and how bad it's gonna be. pops whatever over the counter pain meds he can get his hands on without thought. is always stretching his back, neck, and legs out cause that's where it's the worst. constantly running a low grade fever.
he's just a little miserable all the time and he doesn't know what to do for it ever.
Dazai notices. he notices on days where Kunikida looks away from his work more often to rub away a migraine or stretch out his back are the days he's more snappy, where he edges into the territory of actually being mean.
he notices that he shivers when a draft or waft of AC hits him.
he notices how the winter and rainy days are harder for his partner. he runs 5 minutes behind his schedule. he needs more breaks. he doesn't pick up a pencil or pen unless he absolutely has to. his hands shake. he looks like he's gonna puke every time he stops to rub at his eyes. he sits in the dark whenever he gets the chance.
he takes it easier on him those days. he at least attempts to look busy and shoulders more of their shared work. he stands closer to him, he doesn't know why, but it makes him feel a bit more at ease. he makes excuses to close windows, turn off the AC, or redirect the fan to give his partner some reprieve. he gets him tea from the cafe. he walks home with him and tells him he looks like shit (they both know he's worried and just can't say it. that he doesn't know how to say it. that he's scared to say it) and Kunikida knows he's telling him to get some rest.
sometimes dazai calls Kunikida to make sure he's alright, flipping their usual script, and if Kunikida's cheeks are a little wet after each phone call, so what?
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eightyuh · 6 months
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He doesn't wanna be teased but he also doesn't wanna disturb Harry's nap ...
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