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andiv3r · 2 months
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Haven't taken my medicine in a while, anxiety-brain is telling me that everyone I know hates one another. Aaand me. They all definitely also hate me.
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rorystr · 9 months
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sorry for being gone guys i blacked out and then woke up with a hyperfixation on a stupid story album
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my bad....,
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indigopoptart · 10 months
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I recently binge read all 16 chapters of Stamps in one sitting and it was great!! I rarely read fanfic but this is one of my favourites, thank u for making it :3
I KEEP FORGETTING TO RESPOND TO THIS. thank you! i appreciate you very very much :). it really makes me happy that the stuff i make brings people such comfort and joy. thank u for sharing that with me.
i will also use this to say: apologies for missing the last update! unfortunately i have a father! so ive been kinda in a funk bc shit fr happens. it’s gonna go up this sunday, but maybe slightly later than usual. im gonna be a uni student!
thank you all for the love and patience! i will keep trying to fix my mental health! and i will see you soon!
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yellowcry · 3 months
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I'm having sich big problems with writing the dinner scene for GBG like what, I just can't find a way to make it have the same energy and have enough descriptions
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avaetin · 9 months
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For some bizarre reason, I was under the impression that this week was supposed to be an update for the Primordial AU. Until I checked my notes and, lo and behold, it's the Percico AU. I think it's pretty obvious at this point what happened. So I don't have a chapter ready for this week for the Percico AU. 🙃 I can promise it next week, though.
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superherokisser · 2 years
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hi guys i swear i won’t have a lot of posts like this.
but do u guys mind if you say something nice abt me or just in general?? uhm i’m not rlly in the best mood rn
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gmanwhore · 1 year
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I love you
I don't know how else to say it
I adore
admire
appreciate
cherish
love you
I hope you can see it
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gh0str3c0rd3r · 1 year
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sorry for all the Resident Evil 8 reblogging ive been rewatching Markipliers playthrough and im now autisming
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spencer-is-dead · 28 days
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I love YouTube shorts because if you wade through all the slop you'll find art
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andiv3r · 6 months
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So. I need to make a whole post about lots of things but I've decided that dermatillomania is one of them. Cw for blood and lots of skin-picking stuff below.
Story time. I remember in eighth grade, my religion teacher pulled me out into the halls to talk to me, and my first thought was, "Oh shit, another one," because the previous religion teacher had put me through hell and back for being queer (which was information I had not even shared with her). I braced to have an awkward conversation about my love life and gender identity for the second time in two years. Instead, she pointed at my arm.
"What's that?" She asked. I glanced down at my arms, covered in scabs, red and radiating heat from where I'd been picking for hours. "Your skin, I mean. Why is it... like that?"
Oh. Right. She was new. She didn't know.
"Genetic skin condition." I replied. "It's not really that bad on its own, but I pick at it whenever I'm nervous or upset or sad or bored or... just kind of whenever." She opened her mouth and I interrupted before she could say it. "I've tried to stop, and I've tried wearing long sleeves, and I've tried medicine, and I keep my nails short, but it doesn't help, so... yeah. Don't worry about it. It's not contagious or anything, it's genetic."
Her face scrunched into a frown, but she didn't say anything else and told me to return to my English class. I did.
Later that day, I had to go to Science class. The worst of them, at least in terms of places I picked at my arms. The teacher was nice enough, but I fucking hated science as a class. So, while everyone else was taking notes, I ran my hand along my arms. They were warm. Wet in some places, from the blood that had pooled around some bumps. But most of all, they were so... bumpy. So easy to just... pinch. Squeeze. Scratch.
I walked out of Science class that day with my left arm covered in bloody spots. Shit. My mom was gonna kill me.
No.
Don't think about her.
Don't do it, or else you'll get nervous, and when you get nervous you-
Too late. The fingers that had been rhythmically tapping my desk in Pre-Algebra were now tracing my jawline, searching for...
Ah. There.
Pinch. Squeeze. Scratch. Move my fingers up a bit to my cheek. Pinch. Squeeze. Scratch. Move. Pinch. Squeeze. Scratch. Move. Pinch. Squeeze. Scratch. Move, pinch, squeeze, scratch, move, pinch, squeeze, sc-
"[deadname], your face is bleeding!" I jerked my hands away from my face and stared down at my fingers, their tips stained crimson. So it was.
"Ah. Yeah. D'you have a kleenex?" I replied to the alarmed blond beside me.
"Uh... yeah." He passed one over with a frown. He knew about my skin-picking, so I'm not sure why he was so surprised. Maybe it was the blood. I licked my fingers, wetting them so that the blood would come off. It didn't.
The bell rang.
I swung my backpack onto my back and felt the fabric rub against my raw and open skin.
Well that fucking hurts, but I did it to myself, so I ignored it. I could've just stopped picking, as my mother so often reminded me. I should've just stopped.
I mean, it's not like I had some mental condition I didn't know about that was fueling this, right?
When my mom picked me up from after hours that day, both of my arms were red, both from blood and inflammation. Scabs littered every place in my skin that I could reach. The first thing she did was pull up my sleeve and her frown turned into a scowl.
"Really, [deadname]? Seriously? After all I told you about how that's horrible for your skin? Do you want to be so ugly no boy will want to date you?"
That did sound pleasant, actually, but I didn't need to tell her that. Besides, that wasn't why I was doing it. To be honest, there wasn't really a why. I didn't even realize I was doing it, usually, until I had. I zoned out as she ranted about how I'd never be able to wear a swimsuit, I would have permanent scars, and as I did, my left hand trailed up my arm, grazing the warm, itchy, painful bumps.
Pinch. Squeeze. Scratch.
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ladylightning · 4 months
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very special to me that every critic has panned lisa frankenstein while every bitch on tumblr is like "this movie was made specifically for ME"
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politedemon · 2 months
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I had a thought, dear, however scary, about that night, the bugs and the dirt. Why were you digging? What did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth?
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shesnake · 10 months
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24 hour time loops: not long enough to create or undo anything permanent, crazy-making but often still funny
365 day time loops: the most fucked up shit you could possibly imagine
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theoldkyokodied · 9 months
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If you follow my main you had to know this was coming… anyway. Enjoy these bloodweave doodles :)
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wasyago · 4 months
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welp, didn't manage to get everything out before season 10 started, but i gotta post it one way or another so here we go! heard there was a fandom swap game going on, wanted to do a couple promts of my own :D
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