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szramix · 3 years
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Me, casually talking with my dear friend
She, out of absolutely nowhere: do you have a dead crush?
Me: a what?
She: you know, a dead crush. A crush on someone who’s not alive anymore.
Me: oh...in that case, no, I don’t think so.
She: it’s Freddie Mercury, isn’t it?
Me, resigned: yeah it is
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szramix · 3 years
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Also that’s the poster my good friend made for the manifestation 💛
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szramix · 3 years
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* overheard during manifestation *
Dude#1: Bro why are you here?
Dude#2: I was going to store to buy some buns and heard “FUCK THE GOVERNMENT”. So here I am!
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szramix · 3 years
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knights of the round table? more like himbos with swords
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szramix · 3 years
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Biology: expectations vs reality
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I just... I just gave up okay?
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szramix · 3 years
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Thank you wholeheartedly for finding my fic! ❤️ (Even if it was automatic 😂) You are so welcome to read it, I hope you all enjoy that little smudge from my creative side of brain 🧠
by szra_mix
After a small incident with the newest royal staff member, two almost strangers find a bond between them, while someone else realises what loneliness feels like.
Words: 2852, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English
Fandoms: Merlin (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi, Other
Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Original Female Character(s)
Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) & Original Female Character(s), Merlin (Merlin) & Original Female Character(s), Merlin & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, Cuddling & Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Touch-Starved, Fluff and Angst, Romance if you squint, could be read as romance, Humor, Sexual Humor, Crack Treated Seriously
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szramix · 3 years
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Friends when their other friend is hurt: *words of comfort* *hugging* *cocoa making* *or wine drinking* *movie marathon*
My friends when the other friend is hurt:
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szramix · 3 years
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Studyblr: ~ uwu studying and note taking ~
Me:
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(I’m quoting mine and my friend’s conversation) ( @thicc-pomegranates it is you, you are my friend)
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szramix · 3 years
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school notes pt.1
My dear friend: *smart af* *chemistry and math genius* *biology pro* *basically a human wikipedia* *the sheer essence of elegance*
Also my dear friend: LET'S DRINK FOR THE SMARTNESS!
*tries to toast with her soda* *clinks it with my water bottle* *spills the whole soda on her phone and her textbooks*
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szramix · 3 years
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Also if You are lucky enough to be reading this (jk) - wanna play some Among Us with me? :D text me and we can set up a  game meeting 
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szramix · 3 years
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*Me and my bestie playing Among us* *we're both imposters*
She: *gains other players trust* *fakes tasks like a pro* *stays calm* *tactic much*
Me: *runs into the room* *she's there with some dude* *kills the dude* *vents away*
She: oh...there's a dead body next to me...OH
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szramix · 4 years
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Ever got that feeling that you are meant to be doing something bigger, brighter?
Cause I just watched Dead Poets Society and I’m pretty f*cking sure I would be an amazing next generation Shakespeare while I was today years old when I learned your heart is not placed in your stomach apparently
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szramix · 4 years
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szramix · 4 years
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Loneliness is not lack of company; it is lack of purpose.
It was an ordinary day. Friday, the seventh of January. Most of the people passing by were smiling, happy that the weekend started, chatting and meeting with their friends or relatives. Yeah, friends and family. Barry sat on the bench near the theatre, rubbing his face furiously. Sometimes he wondered why he even did this anymore. He had no talent, no spark, no...nothing. Sally made it clear, Gene made it clear, everyone staring at him with dumb smiles and mocking in their eyes made it clear. It was supposed to be a genuinely simple scene to do. Just a few words to be said and that's it. Yet again, he couldn't do it. He tried acting it out at home, Sally being his partner, but what could've he possibly got from practice when the woman threw the stack of papers at him after reading halfway through the script. He asked mister Cousineau for help, but the man turned down the plea almost immediately, telling him he didn't have time for such bullshit. Fuches was out of reach and Hank was busy with the mafia and entertaining Cristobal. One thought shot across his mind but he chose to shove it away. That wasn't true. He had friends but they were just busy. They had their shit to deal with and they hadn't had time to spend on him. Still, the sight of other people having such a good time together made his heart clench and hurt for some reason. He was aware that he was awkward and social interactions weren't his strong side but it never meant he hadn't wanted to go out or be close with someone. He wasn't an envious person but the lack of any real bond with anyone was tearing him from the inside. He had Monroe but Fuches was...weird with the level of importance Barry had to him. He was always there if he needed to take someone down or trade Barry's skills for his own advances. Sally loved talking with him when he was praising her and telling how amazing she was. Okay, he was cold sometimes but he cared so much about people he somehow knew and approved. And...no one seemed to care about him...not for the person he was, not without any purpose of using him. He hasn't even noticed the sunset approached. The darkness of the evening surrounded him and he felt it swallowing him. His lungs had forgotten how to work, emptying themselves far too quickly. No matter how many breaths he had taken, there was never enough air to help him. The world around him blurred, lights from the moving cars and street lanterns blinding him. He heard someone's voice and it was way too similar to one of his friends he had shot right in the head. It changed to woman's one, a police officer's, then to a begging cry for mercy from the Afghanistan war victims.
- Please...no...not again.
The whole pallet of feelings coming and going through him made him dizzy and he knew how close he was to pass out. He closed his eyes, waiting for the calm and safe unconsciousness to finally take him away. 
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szramix · 4 years
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lets just stan this man 
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szramix · 4 years
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What it takes to break a man?
- Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! - loud cursing and crashing were heard all around.
Breaking glass, metal scraping against the concrete. Someone was screaming. Screaming raw, full of pain. Screaming in defeat, in helplessness. People closed their windows, rolled down the shutters, sat with their kids and covered their ears. 
- Mommy, why are they screaming?  - Something bad happened to them. Don't worry about it, sweety. 
Indeed, something bad happened. Something very, very bad. There was no one brave enough to see what was going on. No one left the safety of their home to check on the hurting person. Only an unlucky teenager was the witness of a breaking. A breaking of another human. He just wanted to escape his house for the night. To escape his own reality, only to run into another one. and it wasn't the screaming that brought his attention. It was the silence. The heavy, blank silence. A silence filled with fear, with a begging cry for help. It could've been a junkie, a rapist, an alcoholic, a maniac.  It hadn't mattered. It was still someone.
- Excuse me? Sir, are you alright? 
The parking lot looked like a military area. Trashcans were scattered all over the place, garbage creaking under feet. The cars were lacking windows and yet not even one alarm went off. Beside one of the trucks was sitting a man. A lonely, abandoned man. His hands were wildly running through his hair, his face, neck, tugging and scratching, leaving red, burning marks. 
- Sir?
The kid startled him. The blood rimmed eyes locked with his own and his lungs were suddenly out of air. People tend to say that eyes are the mirror reflection of the soul. In that case, the soul was long gone. How could something so dead belong to someone clearly alive? The two oceans containing only salty water made him feel even more suffocated. 
- What happened to you? - Don't worry about it. 
And that's how it ended. A hero and a villain. A hitman and a victim. Two different people, two same people. A nice, broken one, and a good one. 
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szramix · 4 years
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Who I think I am: a professional, lofty and elegant writer who’s stories are meaningful
Who I really am: a wannabe writer who tries to change the endings of series she didn’t like
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