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90shouseboat · 1 year
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tsukinoshinjiu · 8 months
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XII - The hanged man
"The hanged man understands that his position is a sacrifice that he needed to make in order to progress forward - whether as repentance for past wrongdoings, or a calculated step backward to recalculate his path onward."
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horseimagebarn · 6 months
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horse standing in the center of a seemingly desolate field made even more barren by the lack of color in the entire image for this is one of monochrome the horse faces the camera directly creating an image of near perfect symmetry which when it appears in nature is the formula of multicellular life yet outside of fauna and flora and the deep life death purgatory of crystals it is seemingly unnatural and threatening to us why does this horse appearing in the plain fog of unknown symmetry spark such emotions as unease and confusion why do we fear what is natural but near exclusive to us as those burdened with life
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As an autistic person I will never ever understand how Hobie could put on a skintight lyrca suit and then put multiple layers of clothes OVER THAT and was still like 'yeah this is fine. im comfortable. theres nothing wrong with this in fact this is the logical thing to do'
Without a doubt it's the most baffling thing he has ever done and he does a lot of baffling shit on the regular
Like how is he doing that THERE'S SO MANY TEXTURES
Wearing that outfit looks like literal torture and the fact he chooses to do that everyday haunts me deeply
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I asked about his red shirt a couple weeks ago and people were saying 'oh no that's a whole suit under there' as if the implication of that isn't terrifying in and of itself
He is a Spider-person I know he fell those fabrics rubbing together. My shirt tag touch my neck and I start throwing a fit meanwhile he's outhere wearing spandex under cotton and leather AAHHHHH it makes my skin crawl 😭😭😭
he looks good but also why is he Doing That
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littlelightfish · 11 days
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Chilchuck being embarrased by wearing skirt-ish clothing will never not be funny
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melloween-candie · 1 year
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Study session [C.G]
Carl Gallagher x Reader
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Summary
Carl really liked Y/n, and he thought that Y/n liked him too. So, he somewhat forces himself on them, and they get a bit uncomfortable. He ends up kissing them, and they pull away. Y/n is a kindhearted individual who isn't used to getting much attention because they're pretty shy. So, when the teacher asked them to help a fellow student with their studies, they couldn't say no.
A/N - The reader's gender doesn't matter in this story, so you guys can decide for yourselves. :)
Warning: Name calling, Uncomfortable, Misunderstanding
Word count: 1,440
[Angst/Fluff]
Shameless Masterlist
Fandom Masterlists
/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/
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"Is it six?"
"Five, Carl, the answer is five." Carl's face shifted to a slight frown as he shifted in his seat.
It has been nearly three hours since you arrived at the Gallaghers' household.
"Hey, don't worry." You placed your hand on Carl's shoulder. "You're getting better."
You started cramming your notes back into your bookbag. "Seriously, Carl. Maybe you might actually pass 10th grade."
He smirked. Shoving your shoulder lightly as you giggled.
"Leaving so soon?" Carl asked, tilting his head smirkingly.
"Like always, out by eight." You said as you placed your bookbag on your shoulders.
"Can't you stay a little longer?"
You looked at Carl as if he was insane.
"You know my curfew's ten. Anything past that without a 24-hour notice for my parents, I might as well be digging my own grave."
"Come on! You still got an hour!"
"Thirty minutes. It takes thirty minutes for me to walk ho-"
"Ten more minutes, then I'll walk you home."
"What are we even going to do?"
You were exhausted nonetheless. Tutoring three different people each week can really fill in your schedule.
"I don't know. Something fun? Come on! Losen up a bit. Bend the rules a little!" Carl stood in front of you. Barely three inches away from your face. "Come on, let's go to my room. I want to show you something."
Quick skip! ~ Into Carl's bedroom!
"So, what'd you want to show me?"
"This."
Carl pulled a piece of paper out of his drawer. Showing it with pride.
"Wha- Carl!" You grabbed the paper out of his hands. "You didn't tell me you had a test!"
"And I aced it too."
"And why do you even have me as a tutor?" You leaned into his face, teasingly scrunching your nose at him. "I'm proud of you!"
"Thanks." He smiled proudly.
Carl placed his hands in his pockets as he held his shoulder high. He lowered his head as he looked at you with a smirk. Carl swayed closer to you. "I wanted to prove to you that I'm not as stupid as those other kids you tutor."
And by those other kids, he means Chuck and some other random loser.
"Oh, Carl. I never thought you were stupid." You said, shaking your head slightly. Looking up at him. His chest was barely touching yours.
Carl slowly tilted his head as he lowered it- closer to yours. He looked at your lips, then back to your eyes. As he slowly closed his. His hands slowly but softly cupped your checks. Keeping your head firm. Your heart jumped when you realized what he was about to do. Your lips barely grazed each other before you pushed him away.
"What are you doing?" You asked him. You were a bit shaken by his sudden act.
Let's just say that Carl was a bit taken aback by your action.
"Wha-What do you mean?" He asked with a hint of nervousness in his tone.
"Carl what kind of relationship do you think we have...?"
'I..."
"I should go."
You gave him back his test paper as you quickly left his room. Leaving him to contemplate his choices.
Time skip!~
The next day was a little awkward... You quickly noticed how Carl's behavior changed every time you entered a room. He was tense, always trying to leave. He didn't even bother to attend today's session.
Clearly, there was a problem, and the guilt was eating you alive.
You didn't mean to make things awkward with him. You like Carl... a lot! You just panicked... You weren't used to being treated like that. You never even had a boyfriend before and never really gave that idea much thought.
The next day you sat outside eating lunch when you saw Carl and his buddy Nick walk out the school door. You placed your food down and quickly tried to catch up to them. You wanted to fix things.
Nick saw you running towards him and Carl, and he quickly tapped Carl's shoulder.
"Hm?" He turned his head just enough to see you running.
His heart started pounding as his cheeks began to turn pink. He turned his head, hiding his embarrassment from Nick.
"H-Hey..."
"Hey." Said Carl with his hands in his pockets.
"So, uh... You didn't show up for our last session; why?"
"I had some stuff I needed to finish... You know, business."
"Oh, ok, umm... Are you gonna be there tonight? My place? We have a test coming up for Government."
Carl looked at Nick then back at you. We'll be there."
Usually, Carl would never let Nick in your guy's sessions. He would always tell him to wait in a different room, or if you guys were studying somewhere other than in his house, he would just have him stay home. But this time, it was different.
Time skip~
You were currently organizing your desk. It's been a while since you and Carl studied there. Usually, you guys would study in Carl's room.
Finally, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" You yelled.
You opened the front door to see Carl holding his bookbag and his friend Nick who doesn't talk much.
"Hey, your late."
You were never a fan of tardiness. Being raised the way you were, you always thought it was rude, and you knew he knew that about you too.
"Yeah, well, we got caught up in something. Anyways let's get this over with, yeah?"
Carl was clearly giving attitude. You weren’t a huge fan of that, but you hoped you still had a chance to explain yourself during the session.
Anyways, the three of you all headed towards your room.
"Umm... Is Nick joining us this time?"
"Yeah!" He spat. "Nick's tired of always being left out. Said he wanted to learn things too."
"Right..."
You knew that Carl had a bit of a bad boy reputation, but he never intimidated you or made you feel small before. At least not until that point.
"Ok, let's get started..."
You and Carl both sat at the desk. Pencils out and notebooks open. Meanwhile, Nick just stood there hovering over you both.
You couldn't really focus well and surprisingly Carl started correcting you-
"It's five Y/n. Remember? We did this question yesterday."
"O-oh, right." You quickly erased your answer. Fixing it.
Two hours passed, and it felt like an eternity for you. You couldn't stand sitting quietly there with him anymore... So, you spoke.
"Hey, sorry, I know we're in the middle of this question, but can we talk... in private?" You whispered the last part.
Carl sighed and signaled Nick to leave the room. He seemed annoyed.
"So, what'd you want to talk about."
"Umm... about our last session..."
"I told you I had something I-"
"No- I mean..." You closed your eyes and inhaled some air.
You were never good with confrontation, even if it was you doing it. No matter if you did something wrong or the other way around. It always made you nervous.
"What about it." Carl spat.
"I-I'm sorry. If I did something wrong. Don't get the wrong idea. I- I do like you, Carl." You closed your eyes. "I just wasn't expecting that. I didn't want to destroy our friendship, and I was just scared. I- I never kissed anyway before..." You looked at him, head hung low. "I'm sorry."
Right then and there, that sparkle Carl lost returned to his eyes. As his face shifted into a smirk. Of course, he tried not to show it.
He cupped his hand on your cheek and wiped away your tears. The room soon went quiet, as Carl once again grabbed ahold of your face.
You once again started panicking as Carl's face got closer… He tilted his head once again. Closing his eyes- Your face soon turned red as he closed the gap between your lips.
And there you have it. You two kissed. It only lasted for a minute, but it felt like forever. Time froze right there and then. It felt so magical to you. Your heart was pounding like crazy, and you just sitting there, frozen as he moved his lips on yours. Your cheeks were so red that you were a whole tomato by the time you two were done.
When he pulled away, you were a bashful mess. Stuttering everywhere.
"I- I-ah-"
"Shh... quiet down, angel." Said Carl as he placed his lips on yours once again. You frozed once again, but this time you closed your eyes tightly.
Two seconds later, the door burst open.
"Y/n! Who the hel-!?"
Your father came in...
"CARLLLLL!"
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A/n
I hope you guys liked it. I wanted to keep it cute and simple after all; this was the first fanfic I wrote on here. Can you believe it!? Also, this was supposed to be gender-neutral, so if you see a mistake, just let me know! Follow for more~! 💕
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one-time-i-dreamt · 10 months
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A man was walking extremely close behind me which obviously made me uncomfortable. When I finally mustered up the courage to ask him to stop and give me some personal space, he threatened to put his finger in my ear.
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al1fers-haven · 13 days
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'Dizzy'
Alastor x Reader
As someone who has struggled before with drug addiction harder drugs and things revolving around that, I can tell you that there have been many times I have tried getting help through stories that had backstories like mine and the situation I went through. This story does not have the intention of glorifying any drug use or alcohol use.
TW: Drug use, passing out, drug mentions, alcoholism, overall struggling. ADDICTION. You looked around, lying down in one of the loveseats inside of the lobby. Your head lolling back as you let your arm fall down. The world around you spins as you know it as your eyes grow heavy. Melting into the couch as you let the drugs take their course. It had to have been about 3 hours before Angel had found you on the couch, quickly patting your cheeks and freaking out. Thinking you were dead or something before your eyes fluttered open with that doped-up smile on your face. "Don't worry, I was just sleeping sweetheart..."
Angel had sat down there with you, your head on his lap as he scolded you for doing the harder shit instead of just smoking something. Watching as your head lulled back whenever something wasn't keeping it steady, you faded in and out of consciousness quite a lot as well. It wasn't till your breathing started to slow down that angel had gone to grab someone.
You and Alastor had a rough history, you had sold your soul to him after a couple harsh beatings from the man you worked with and he took you under his wing, treating you more like a broken child than the adult you were. He had taken care of you inside of this state more than he liked to admit. And it always meant one thing. You were trying to forget something. "Y/n.." Alastor looked down with a soft look, a smile gracing your features as you attempted to sit up, not being able to even pick up your head. "Alastor...!" Your words were a bit slurred, making him furrow his brow with a sigh. He sat down on the floor next to the couch, cupping the side of your cheek before attempting to pick you up. "We'll talk about this all in the morning, but let's get you to bed first..."
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xponentialdesign · 5 months
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Non Analog Oblique Glitch * flash sensitive warning
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k00288674 · 5 months
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Marina abramovic
(artist research)
I found the work of marina abramovic quite interesting to view and to experience.
Her work " The artist is present", is a spectacular performance piece where she sits and stares at whoever is willing to sit and stare at her.
I love the idea of art being able to stare back at us, making us feel a mixture of emotions.
Eye contact, can be so hard to maintain as well while interacting with people, even though it sounds so simple to do. So I love this element of her holding her gaze determinedly, provoke different reactions from the person opposite her.
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Her work, "Rhythm 0" is also a disturbingly spectacular piece too.
She let people do whatever they wanted to her body, for many hours, with acts becoming more violent as the hours went by.
She put herself as an object (like how women can feel) and represented, I feel, toxic masculinity and how power and lack of boundaries can become very dangerous.
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Overall, in my opinion, she is excellent at creating an uncomfortable feeling within people, something of which I feel resonates with my own project work.
(Some work found in book, "The artist body" by Tracey Warr and Amelia Jones.)
EDIT
My use of the word uncomfortable was not intended to be negative. I was conveying how I feel her work is very deep and is heavily thought provoking.
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manber · 1 month
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Clear sky is hungry.
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serenityquest · 1 month
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horseimagebarn · 6 months
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horse beneath a gray sky in a field the horse is leaning forward its neck stretched out as it appears to gag with its face contorted in a grimace of disgust and its tongue sticking out i with repulsion this horse is absolutely appalled and whole horses cannot vomit this horse seems to be driven to the brink of its biological limitations
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gummi-stims · 15 days
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Gaze upon my UNCOMFORTABOARD, fools! >:D
A board of a selection of terrible, uncomfortable, unsatisfying stims, featuring a bonus row of gifs! Happy April Fools'!
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dumblr · 1 year
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I want to be that person you can tell everything without feeling uncomfortable.
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