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industrations · 5 months
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Can i just flex my iPad case real quick:
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glowsticcc · 3 months
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ik he didn’t immediately notice missas bed when he first woke up but a fella can dream
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tooshnado · 3 months
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CLOWN FIZZ. CLOWN FIZZ. CLOWN FIZZ. I swear he at least has to own ONE primary colour themed hat.
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oftenlyshitposting · 6 months
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i think its so funny that our current big three mandos all sit so exquisitely gay
din is the only one who just look like a retired war vet dad; sabine and bo-katan are just sitting like they're out here attracting women and i love that for them
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The Fall of the House of Usher is full of horrible, absolutely terrible, morally corrupt bisexuals and I'm so here for it
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heartbreakprincewille · 3 months
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My favorite detail about this poster is probably Wilhelm and Simon's sitting positions. Wilhelm is sitting with his back to Simon, his body facing forward, but his face and his eyes are seeking Simon. Something about Wilhelm facing what's to come with all genuineness, but his attention and gaze is towards Simon, who showed him what that genuineness means in the first place.
On the other hand, we have Simon, completely facing Wille. His undivided attention is on Wille. Which is VERY interesting if we think about the S2 posters where it was Wilhelm who was looking at Simon intently. It's like their emotional dynamic will take sort of a turn in this season, and I am here for Simon to be so utterly, irrevocably lovestruck by Wilhelm that any sort of conflict in the story heightens incredibly because both Wilhelm and Simon are too deep in their love for each other.
Something about them sitting in broad daylight, everything illuminated in a crisp, clear hue. Also the shade of their uniforms in the sunlight, something something about both of them having their own scarlet letters- again, probably a major theme of the season.
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belltari · 9 months
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just a lil 🧼 & 💀
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they lookin at each other 
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Dykes I'm curious... what do you sleep in?? I usually sleep in boxers and a t shirt. But if it's cold I throw on pj pants
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borderlinebelle · 3 months
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Has anyone ever taken a stimulant for ADHD and it cured your manic mess but simultaneously erased your creative joyful childlike wonder at the world and your interest in the people you share it with?
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Am I cured or broken indefinitely to better suit “adulthood”?
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As I wade through the vibrant and manic mess that was the BEFORE STIMULANTS and I look out onto the starkly dull and muted tones of the AFTERS STIMULANTS… the pendulum swings and I violently and obediently bend with it.
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I can balance my budget now. Proficient in punctuality and productivity. Finishing work projects that used to take weeks? EASY. Calculating and efficient, I am almost unemotional as I smash through barriers that once kept me at a stand still for weeks.
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The counter balance to these super abilities is glaring:
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1. I find it difficult to produce an ounce of creativity.
2. I am colder, more calculating.
3. I find empathy over other people’s emotions a far off tingle of familiarity I reach for and only brush.
4. I find even accessing my own emotions to be difficult.
5. I find little pleasure from completing tasks just a dull and far off ✅ that reminds me of pleasure but has none of the organic material.
6. I lack spark behind my eyes.
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In conclusion, the video I filmed for today’s YOUTUBE launch felt… soulless and lacking. It felt disingenuous. I wasn’t talking to YOU, my mental health friends. I was just … talking.
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TO BE BRUTALLY HONEST: I’m unsure how to proceed with the channel, with my content… with my identity outside of MANIC PIXIE DREAM GIRL … I feel really really defeated if I’m honest. I’ve spent my entire adult life in survival mode and for the first time, on this new medication, I can see dozens of strategies to LEAVE SURVIVAL and CHASE AFTER THRIVE… but I didn’t think it would COST ME… my personality, my creativity, my identity.
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Idk but, I guess .. that’s the way with these things. Mental health, medication, stabilization…
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Mental health isn’t “pretty and punctual” so said my producer tonight. It can ALSO be “imperfect and valuable”. Nothing is a perfect science, everyone is just doing their best I guess.
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Fighting your own brain 🧠 daily, hourly, weekly, monthly, yearly is exhausting work. I’m so deeply proud of everyone out there choosing to fight another day. I hope to continue being as brave and resilient as you all are.
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It’s 12:00am. I’ve officially missed the “NEW VIDEO EVERY SUNDAY” standard I set for myself and I have to admit I’m taking it very poorly and I feel pretty defeated, but I had to come let the few who support my cross platform… that I’m sorry I couldn’t get there today.
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Returning to YouTube after being run off by a parasocial making very real threats years ago, has been a delicious dream of mine for so long.
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I just deactivated both my Instagram and Facebook as they were both just reminding me of this missed deadline, of this empty channel, of what feels like a failure. In the age of comparison and competition, TO BE A HUMAN IS NOT EASY.
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So I’ll regroup, recoup, lean into coping mechanisms, touch base with my therapist + psychiatrist… and keep trying to find a way through.
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Thank you for your interest in my content.
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I appreciate you deeply.
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I anticipate that this hopefully … won’t be the end.
🖊️ xoxo borderlinebelle
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crazywolf828 · 2 years
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Actually I think that we should stop questioning other people's sexuality based on how they present, and I mean everyone. This includes straight cis people. If a straight woman wants to dress more masc she should be able to! If a straight cis man wants to dress more feminine he should be able to! You shouldn't automatically assume someone's sexuality because of how they dress and act.
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amesliu · 3 months
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aphelion-i-c · 4 months
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more cookie doodles
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hawkeyedflame · 1 month
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so are we going to talk about how SSRIs, even taken for short periods of time, cause long term sexual dysfunction that can, and for many people does, persist for decades after they stop taking the medication? were we ever going to talk about that? were any of my doctors ever going to warn me that taking this medication could damage my sex life permanently? are we going to talk about this in the context of the frankly alarming number of young people who are put on these medications as teenagers? or the sudden sharp rise in people id'ing as asexual? no?
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casmick-consequences · 6 months
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i thought this scene reminded me of something
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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months
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In It For The Long Haul (Doctor Who)
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Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader / requests are open and encouraged
Summary: Almost dying repeatedly will wear anyone down eventually, and you're not sure how much more of this you can take.
CW: anxiety, nail picking, angst, comfort, sprinkle of fluff
DW tag list: @nyxiethesimp @quickslvxrr (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)
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Spending day after day with the Doctor could be incredibly easy. Travels throughout time and space, meeting aliens, seeing new planets and visiting markets and things. Those were the easy days. The soft days. The hard days, well, they almost broke you sometimes. 
The hard days were filled with kidnappings, murders, weeping mothers and danger lurking around any and all corners. You never knew what monster was going to pop out of what closet, or whether you were going to meet your end that day. And eventually, as that sort of thing would do to a person, it wore you down. 
Today, well, you weren’t sure you were going to make it. The Doctor was so used to this kind of thing day in and day out that you supposed he didn’t need to process it the same way you did, and the more you needed to press your memories back and bottle it all up, the more that tight ball of anxiety grew inside you, threatening to burst out and take you with it. 
The Doctor held his psychic paper in his hand, slapping it against the other thoughtfully. He’d received another message. Someone else who needed help. You wanted to help them. You really did. And you wanted to be there with the Doctor- side by side as you saved people and kicked alien ass. However, at the same time, the two of you had faced down at least three, maybe four, terrifying potentially fatal situations this week alone and, well, you were getting close to your breaking point. 
You were tired and overwhelmed.
You could tell just by looking at the Doctor that he was gearing up for an adventure. It was really horrible of you to think, but, well… if they were suffering and asking for help at a specific point in time- you could always wait a while and travel back to that point later. The caller would never know. You weren’t talking years or anything, just a few days. Even just a day.
As soon as the thought crossed your mind, you regretted it. You felt a wave of guilt wash over you, causing you to lean back against the TARDIS wall and sigh defeatedly. She seemed to hum from behind you, trying to give you a little comfort. Oh, you needed a vacation. And not a vacation where as soon as you get there the Doctor finds some alien threat to investigate or some bomb to diffuse. A real, honest-to-God vacation. Or you’d be the bomb the Doctor had to diffuse. 
“What do you think, eh? Up for another adventure?” The Doctor finally turned to you, a massive grin spread on his face. Upon seeing whatever expression was plastered on your own, his brows dropped down into concern. He hummed and within seconds had bounded over to where you were standing in the corner. “What’s wrong, love? Was it the crab? I never trust the crab from Sigfried Xena. Bit too… purple for me.” 
You let out a chuckle despite yourself. No matter what mood you were in, the Doctor always made you laugh. Whether it was intentional half the time was up for debate, but still. He made you laugh all the same. 
“It’s- it wasn’t the crab,” you say, biting your lip anxiously, looking at the tops of your shoes. The Doctor’s warm hand is suddenly over your own, and you realise that you’d been picking at your nails. A habit you’d formed when stressed or anxious. You were pretty sure that’s why you let them grow out sometimes. A steadying sigh leaves your lungs and you risk a look back up to the Doctor. 
“What’s wrong?” He asked pointedly, giving you one of those arched brow looks that always pulls you out of your shell.
“I don’t think I can do this.” The admission is so quiet you could barely hear it yourself. But the Doctor heard it. Of course, he does. 
“Do what?” 
You can tell he’s fighting the urge to say something to make you laugh. He can see you need to get this off your chest. 
“I don’t think I can go off on another dangerous adventure,” you breathe. “It’s not that I don’t want to, but, I’m- I can-” you let out a frustrated groan as the words refuse to form for you. The Doctor’s eyes are flitting between yours as if he understands perfectly and doesn’t understand a word at the same time. Then again, you were pretty sure that was just his permanent state of being anyway. 
“I almost died this week,” you say exasperatedly, feeling around the words and forcing them out. “Four times. And not in a cute oh-yeah-that-maths-homework-almost-killed-me kind of way. I almost actually died, Doctor. Four times. This week alone.” You knew he knew this, but you couldn’t regenerate. One bad shot from a gun, or a Dalek’s laser and it was game over for you. 
Being put in these situations over and over were starting to wear you down. The almost constant fear was starting to grate against your insides like sandpaper. 
The Doctor hummed for a second. You were almost certain this had been the most quiet he’d ever been. It was concerning. 
“I can’t leave whoever this is- they need help,” the Doctor said eventually, choosing his words. “I know you’re not asking me to stand by and let them suffer, but I can’t leave them. It’s not who I am.” 
You nodded, fingers grasping around the hand he has on yours so you didn’t start with your nails again. 
“How about this?” The Doctor says, using his free hand to raise your gaze back to him by your chin. “You can come, or you can sit this one out. The TARDIS will keep you company while I’m gone- and then when I get back, I’ll take you home.” 
You start to interrupt, but the look he gives you tells you to let him finish. 
“We can visit your family- oh, I dunno- have dinner or something, and then you can either come with me to the next great adventure, or you can stay. I won’t be upset.” You know this is a lie. Of course, he’d be upset. “Well, I’ll understand,” he corrects. 
You chew on your lip, peering into his eyes as if you’ll finally be able to decipher the thoughts going on behind them there. 
“One condition,” you say after a few moments, settling on a decision. “You take me dancing first- after the problem is dealt with that is,” you tack on quickly, waving at the psychic paper. 
“And I’m coming with you to help whoever that is. I might be overwhelmed, but I can’t stand by either.”
“Oh, yes,” he says softly, stretching back into that grin that melts hearts. “I think I can manage that.” 
He presses a kiss to your forehead, grasps one of your hands in his, and puts his other around your waist. You giggle freely as he leads you both back to the console of the TARDIS and lets go with an almost giggle of his own. 
“I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much I love dancing. Brilliant stuff, that is. Good for the soul. Alright, then,” he looks positively giddy, rubbing his hands together. “First stop Earth- 1746.” He starts booting the TARDIS up and organising the coordinates.
“Allons-y!” 
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mikoran · 11 months
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stranger things is a very “show, not tell” type show. were never told explicitly that max is suicidal, or that billy was being racist to lucas, or that nancys problems at work were because she was a woman (although they got veryyyy close). were shown these things and pick up on them instead of the show telling us whats going on
this is especially true with relationships. lumax, jopper, and jancy all never say they love each other, but if you ask anyone out there if lucas loves max, then theyll tell you of course he does, how could he not? everyone can just see how much they care for each other, we dont need them to say it
so why is it that with mileven, they have to have mike have this grand declaration of love to eleven for both her and the audience to believe he loves her? why is it that the only ones who need the verbal confirmation is them, when every other couple follows the “show, not tell” format? why is it that the only other couple that follows the verbal confirmation issue is stancy, who didnt end up together?
this whole “show, not tell” thing almost reminds me of something, what was it… something about not saying it, but not having to?
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