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butchdykekondraki · 1 year
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if im ever forced to draw a chibi again i think i will not wake up the next morning ^_^!!
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wren-kitchens · 2 days
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something I don't see a lot of people talk about is the amount of pain any disorder that creates lots of stress inflicts on you—and I mean physical pain
cause if you’re stressed for extended periods of time, you’re very likely to tense up, which causes strain on your muscles over time. so if you have a disorder, such as anxiety, that means you're stressed for disproportionate amounts of time, your muscles are not gonna like that at all.
I get near constant muscle pain and spasms that, ironically, stress me out even more because i’m worried about what it could be (it's anxiety it's always been anxiety) because of how goddamn tense I am all the time. as i’m writing this, my jaw is aching because i’ve been tense for literally no reason and I only noticed because it started hurting. honorary mention: my left shoulder, because I have a trapped nerve there so whenever my muscles spasm there it feels like i’ve been struck by lightning (not fun)
but that's not all the reasons you might be in pain because of stress!
my body at least has a very annoying habit of taking my own stress out on me, and not in a muscle pain way. quite often i'll get stomach cramps or feel nauseous/have an upset stomach because i’ve been anxious for an extended period of time (once again, I currently have a stomach ache right now which is what made me write this), not to mention the headaches. I don't usually get headaches, but recently I seem to be getting headaches near constantly
anyway I don't really have a point to this post I just wanted to complain a bit and maybe reassure anyone who is also having a similar experience to me
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westywrites · 2 years
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the courage of pines
(inspired by Gaston Miron – « La marche à l’amour »)
the courage of trees
a conifer in winter
green amidst white     the resistance
it doesn’t reach the roots under snow
who sit in the graves
i want the strength of the pines
but my green courage holds its needles one by one
and when they fall
they fall alone
instead
i put a star on my head as we celebrate
hoping they can’t see the forest through my tree 
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Translating even my own poems is hard. There are some images and turns of phrase that I really like in the original that just don’t translate directly, so I had to fiddle around to find suitable equivalents. 
le courage des sapins 
mon courage est un sapin toujours vert
Gaston Miron – « La marche à l’amour »                                       
mon courage d’arbre
un conifère pendant l’hiver 
le vert parmi le blanc     la résistance
il n’atteint pas les racines sous la neige
qui sentent déjà le sapin
je veux avoir la force des pins
mais mon courage sapin tient ses aiguilles une à une 
et quand elles tombent
elles tombent seules    
à la place 
je mets une étoile sur ma tête et on fait la fête
espérant que l’arbre cache ma forêt 
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talaok · 8 months
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An idea for pedro and reader
They are in a relationship and live together. The reader is also an actress. She asks pedro to practice her lines with her. In the play, she is having a really long line, breaking up with the person ans leaving them... pedro can't continue... at night in bed they are cuddling and pedro talks about how he hated the feeling or the thought of the reader ever leaving
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader
a/n: ahh this is amazing how do you come up with stuff like this
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"I know that face," he said, busting you immediately as you emerged from the bedroom.
He was sat on the couch, lazily half-reading something on his phone.
"what is it sweetheart?" he asked, as with a soft click, his phone went black
You bit back a smile "How do you know there is something?"
"Because you're very easy to read" he explained "Now tell me what you need"
"Excuse me? I'm not easy to read" you gasped
"No?" he asked rhetorically "Then what's up with the script in your hand?"
You glanced down at the papers between your fingers, feeling a soft veil of defeat land on top of you.
"Fine" you gave up, "Can you help with a scene?"
It wasn't unusual for you to run lines with each other, god only knows how many times he made you go through that scene from The Last of Us...
"of course" he nodded "What's it about?"
"Break up scene," you told him as you joined him on the sofa "I just feel like I'm missing something" 
"What?"
"well I don't know" you laughed "That's why you're here"
"All right," he said, as you handed him the script.
"You just have to read the ones not underlined" you pointed to the paper
"Can do" he smiled, watching as you stood from the couch and ran your hands soothingly down your jeans.
"ok" you breathed closing your eyes for a moment to get in character.
Pedro took it as his cue to start
"baby I love you" he murmured as written.
"And I-" you stopped, your forehead creasing as if your next words physically pained you "I... I don't know if I do anymore" you spoke "I don't think so"
"what are you saying?" Pedro read again, his tone more clipped now, but you were too focused on your performance to notice the way his eyes had changed, had... saddened.
"I'm saying I don't feel that spark anymore, that-that I miss walking faster when I come home because I know that's where you are, that I can't remember the last time my heart swelled like it did on our first date"
Three long beats passed, before Pedro realized that was his cue
Something was happening inside of him.
He knew this all was fake, but a part of him couldn't help but wander on its own... sure it's just a scene now, but it's so real, people fall out of love constantly, and you- well, Pedro realized for an interminable, terrifying moment, that you weren't immune to it, that what was happening to Jeff in this scene could very well happen to him any day now.
He had always known he didn't deserve you, that you were too much, too perfect, too good, too kind to be with him.
And for the first time in a while, a dreaded thought crossed his mind.
What happens when she realizes it?
"Rose" he called, pulling himself out of his own thoughts
"I know" you sniffled, your eyes filled with tears now "I'm sorry jeff-I really am- I don't know what happened, I don't know what's wrong with me, I just know... I just know I don't love you anymore... I can't bring myself to anymore"
And that was it.
Pedro had to glance out the window to take his mind off of whatever was happening.
"It's perfect" he said, after taking a lungful of air "There's nothing missing sweetheart, you nailed it"
"but" you stuttered "the scene is not done baby, there's still-"
"I know" he shook his head, closing the script.
He didn't want that thing in his hands anymore
"But trust me it's perfect, you don't need any more practice"
"a-are you sure?" you asked, wiping away a leftover tear  
"I am" he nodded "don't worry, you were incredible" he forced a smile "as always"
You grinned now "Oh well, if the Emmy nominee says so..." you considered, sitting back next to him "I guess I'm gonna have to believe you"
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the rhythmic thumps of his heartbeat were the only sound you could hear from your place on the bed.
You were curled up against him, your head on his chest, and his fingers playing with your hair as his ability to emanate warmth better than any thermostat ever could, proved itself once again even on such a cold winter night.
"You've been quiet today" you finally spoke the thought that had been eating at you for hours.
He really had been.
When he didn't answer, you looked up at him, stopping drawing circles on his belly.
"Is something wrong?" you asked, wishing you could have had a clearer image of his face than the one the soft streetlamp from outside the window granted.
"No sweetheart, nothing's wrong," he said... but there was something in his tone that felt off.
You propped yourself up on your elbows to meet his gaze.
"You know, I'm not the only one who's easy to read..." you murmured gently, as your right hand went to stroke his pecs soothingly "You can tell me whatever it is, you know?"
A beat passed, and then two, as silence spread around the darkness of the room
"I know baby, it's just" he sighed "it's stupid"
"I'm sure it's not" you reassured him "and it's not like I haven't told you my fair share of stupid things" 
He let out a weak chuckle.
"c'mon" you urged sweetly
He looked at you for a moment, before finally making up his mind.
"it's just- " he breathed "the scene you wanted my help with..."
"what about it?" you asked, after he didn't finish the sentence.
"I-It made me think"
Oh shit, your heart faltered, was he about to break up with you?
"That that could happen in real life too, you know?" he swallowed thickly "that one day you could stop loving me"
Oh
"oh"
"and the thought of you leaving... of- of not having you by my side anymore... it just- I wouldn't know how to do it"
"Baby" you whispered, "what are you talking about?" 
"you're too good for me y/n, and I guess I'm just scared that one day you'll realize it and just... leave"
"stop" You placed a hand on his lips to silence his nonsense "Baby, that was just a scene from a play"
"Yeah but stuff like that happens"
"well not to us" you promised "You're stuck with me forever, pretty boy, whether you want it or not"
"but-"
"no" you stopped him "no but. Pedro I love you" you breathed "I love you so much it actually hurts sometimes. So no, I'm not leaving"
You could now hear his heartbeat even if your ear wasn't placed above it anymore.
he looked at you, really looked at you, and slowly you watched the doubts melt from his irids.
"thank you" he said simply, leaning closer to you "and baby…I love you more"
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frecklystars · 1 month
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𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂 𝙸𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴? 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙺𝙴𝙳. 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙺𝙴𝙳.
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kotaki · 11 months
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hirogaru sky! pretty cure ♡ ending messages
↳ episode fifteen → cure lovely
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daily-polyshow · 4 months
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day 11!! big old blanket
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guardian-angle22 · 5 months
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911 lone star fashion -> every marjan outfit
↳ 3.09
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In an interview with Denfaminico Gamer regarding Project SEKAI's 2nd anniversary and planned updates for the 3rd anniversary, Yuichiro Kondo (the CEO and president of Colorful Palette) was asked about the process for ageing the characters up and why the writers made the decision to have the characters grow older. He explained that they have had an idea for what kind of ending they want for each unit from the initial planning stages, and ageing the characters will help them grow and reach that ending. He also pointed out that there are pros and cons to ageing characters, but since the characters in Project SEKAI are living as humans, it makes sense to have them get older.
Also refer to the article screencaps above (Google translated) or interview transcription below (TL assisted by DeepL/Google translate).
Denfaminico:
In many popular manga and anime works, the age of the characters remains the same throughout the entire story, even if decades have passed outside the work. In contrast, in Proseka, while time may progress differently to the real world, the characters still age gradually. Do you have any thoughts on this?
Kondo-san:
We don't want to force the characters to get older.
Right from the initial conception stage of each unit, I've always had an idea of their endings. We can only reach those endings if the characters grow as human beings. When I thought about it, I decided that it would be more natural for them to grow in terms of age [rather than just characterisation].
As for character content, I think there are both pros and cons to characters getting older. But when you consider that the characters are living as human beings, I think it's absolutely natural for them to grow older.
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serenescribe · 5 months
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Hiiiii I saw that you opened ficlet frenzy again so I decided to drop by :3
I really loved the fic that you wrote about Lilia overblot and Silver’s sleeping curse, so I was wondering if by chance you could write Lilia being super overprotective of Silver(who is still sleeping) after his overblot? The others could be trying to bring Lilia back to his senses but it’s up to you! Have a nice day <3
[✐] ficlet frenzy i assume you're referring to two for nero with this request!
His head snaps up as soon as the door creaks open.
“Quell your nerves, Lilia,” a familiar voice calls out. Malleus emerges into view, stepping into the room. “It is just me.”
Though Lilia allows the tension to dissipate off of him, his nerves don’t quite settle down. They never really have — not since Silver fell to his sleep curse, not since Lilia’s untimely overblot. But despite the weakness that now permanently festers in his bones, fatigue dragging him down and rendering his muscles sore and weary, Lilia shuffles a little closer to Silver, who slumbers fitfully next to him.
He rests one hand against his sleeping son’s shoulder, eyes still trained upon their visitor.
Malleus looks upon all of this. Lilia can see the way he seems to bite back a sigh.
“Even if it is just you,” Lilia eventually begins, voice cracking, “I can’t just…”
He trails off, before he shakes his head. Even though Silver has awoken — properly this time, most of the curse expelled through the overflow of blot-tainted magic that had nearly killed its caster — Lilia still cannot help the way he tenses whenever someone stops by the dorm to visit him. He likens it to the instincts of a feral animal whenever he tries to describe it to Silver, a gnashing, slobbering beast that wishes to lunge in front of him, howling as it bares its sharp canines, fending off any and all who try to approach.
There is no danger now. Silver is no longer cursed. Lilia is no longer overblotting.
And yet, he still clings close to Silver, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
“I wish to talk with Silver,” Malleus says.
He takes a step towards the bed.
Lilia flinches.
He wants to lash out, scrabble at Malleus with his nails until the fae leaves the room. Silver is— is his to protect, that blot-dripping monster that had formed from the core of his wretchedly protective desires never leaving, not even after Silver recovered. It still festers underneath his skin, lurking in wait as though a predator stalking its prey, spurring him to chase off visitors with as many excuses as he can conjure, only succeeding whenever Silver takes a nap as he recovers from curse-sickness.
(If that beast had not sapped him of his magic, leaving the barest dredges of it left, would Lilia feel as uneasy letting anyone else around Silver? Or is his admittedly unreasonable protectiveness a consequence of the strength he lost? Lilia is aware of it, and yet—
He continues to ignore the fact that he can no longer protect Silver the way he longs to.)
“I think… it would be best if you came back later.”
Malleus stops.
“Let him rest,” Lilia says softly, gazing at Silver’s slumbering face, features smoothed by a peaceful dream. “You can talk to him when he’s awake.”
Silence.
“Then let me talk to you instead.”
Lilia closes his eyes. “I’d rather not.”
“Lilia—”
“We can talk another time, Malleus.” Turning away fully from the indignant fae, ignoring the frustration painted across his face, Lilia stares down at Silver instead. “Let’s allow Silver to rest for now.”
(He isn’t sure how much longer he can keep dancing around everything — the loss of his magic, the way he’d knocked out Malleus, and above all else, the fact that he keeps clinging to Silver, even after everything has been said and done.)
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1rl-moving · 25 days
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hi im moving to the same url @1rl
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johnbly · 1 year
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the first time he vocalizes his feelings vs the last moments he ever sees her
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howlonomy · 19 days
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I know Clover has no cat genes, but can they purr (and I guess by extension maybe Ceroba and Kanako since it'd most likely come from them, unless it's Star purring which would be infinitely funnier. Such a sopping wet cat pathetic type man)
it is so funny u send this ask to me now bc the post thats queued for approximately 20 minutes from now will absolutely answer this question
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Do you know this (noncanon) ADHD character?
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Evidence below the cut!
Evidence: He exhibits ADHD traits, he acts without thinking a lot, like spontaneously “WE SHOULD BLOW THIS BUILDING UP”, he also fidgets a lot and cannot sit still! “Agent Curt Mega has ADHD” is a tag on ao3 for saf fics
Additional note from mod: Under Personality section on the wiki page for this media, it says "He is shown to be brash, dramatic, and often not the smartest, often making inadvisable decisions to the detriment of himself and those around him. He is often seen upping danger without reason and making situations more complicated then necessary." which sounds like a pretty typical part of ADHD coding to me. (I often see characters who are clearly ADHD coded have their impulsiveness interpreted as unintelligence...)
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the-acid-pear · 2 months
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Honestly Peter/Roger should be way more of a ship imo. I know we barely got to see them interact in Dialtown but you cannot tell me Peter bringing up his wife was looking to spice things up in the bedroom or whatever wasn't a direct attempt to rizz him up that just completely flew over Roger's head (or maybe it didn't and Peter just chickened out. The possibilities are endless. I'm shaking you by the shoulders are you listening to me❓‼️)
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daily-polyshow · 29 days
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day 90!! rui i don’t think thats barking
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