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#My burden
jdragsky · 1 year
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bad games are so much more dangerous than good games, because a good game will make me go "wow! good game" but a bad game will make me go "i must fix this" and then Depart For My Laboratory
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chaosnojutsu · 9 months
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everyone shut the fuck up. it’s neji’s birthday
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hallowraith · 8 months
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You must free yourself from the shackles of Ark for it is a game of high concepts and underwhelming delivery.
You are so, so right bestie
but Look at Them,
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ofdarklands · 1 year
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blackberry brambles are the wol to my emet
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who-is-page · 5 months
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I don't wanna be participating in capitalism, I wanna be with chimeras and orion and my spouse at home......
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wiirocku · 2 years
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Matthew 11:30 (NKJV) - For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”
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Because I’m in Love with your takes on these: acotar characters from most to least devastated after a breakup (coping mechanism commentary appreciated but not required)
this is MOST to LEAST. MOST TO LEAST.
16. Tamlin- Functioning but just barely. Absolutely cuts bangs into his hair. New me, he sobs into the mirror. Drops all his friends to grieve, never really gets over it.
16. Elain- CATATONIC. Red album on BLAST for MONTHS. Is it coping if you just stop living your life entirely? Sleeps in old hoodie, devastated when the smell is gone.
15. Rhysand- Oh yeah. DRUNK FOR WEEKS. "I just knew she was the one," he hiccups to a stranger at the bar. Watching cheesy rom-coms in bed, alternating between whiskey and ice cream. Does not shower for a solid two weeks, forces Azriel and Cassian to have an intervention.
14. Gwyn- can't go five minutes without crying. Vanishes one day, resurfaces in Europe without a word. Girl you couldn't CALL? Just needed someone to worry about her a little. Is very apologetic in the aftermath.
13. Jurian- Tries to win them back, comes off like a major stalker. Has schedule memorized, will not let it go. Just wants to talk, obsessed with what went wrong.
12. Azriel- SILENT AND IN PAIN. Dude are you still thinking about her? NO but his phone background is still a picture of ex. Gets drunk, shows up at their house. Doesn't ring doorbell but sends a text. "Miss you". Doesn't cry, feels like no one will ever love them, this break up validated those feelings.
11. Tarquin- Trying to be friends in the aftermath. Falls into messy "fucking my ex but it means nothing" thinking it will change their mind. Has to go through heartbreak TWICE when they realize they won't get them back this way. Does have a hot girl summer glow-up though.
10. Emerie- Throws herself into work. Swears they don't care, spotify playlists are very suspicious. Invites you to bar but oh no its karaoke and double oh no, Emerie has queued up Kelly Clarkson's version of Happier Than Ever
9. Mor- D R U N K. Can party her way out of her feelings like its 2012. Too many one-night stands trying to forget they have feelings at all. Is not helping anything, does not stop.
8. Lucien- Fucking like he doesn't have feelings. Swears he'll never love again. Honestly, low key about the whole thing but VERY dramatic in his mind. Trying to project an aura of not caring, but very skittish about another relationship. Has to be psp psp psp'ed into the next one like a feral cat.
7. Vassa- Honestly, knows relationship was toxic but is still sad about it. Grieving through loud music and being, generally, a bitch. Apologetic when people back off. Just doesn't want to be alone. Hosts a lot of powerpoint nights to help her forget, develops a new hobby, and generally comes out of break-up a better person
6. Cassian- Sad for like, a week? Hitting the gym, working on his fitness. Gains are good, remembers he's hot...all is forgiven. Does have sex with one random against the brick of the bar on night to chase away his loneliness but generally not pining
5. Nesta- Also drinking and dancing but also cannot remember what that persons name was. Starting to think the breakup was just an excuse to party. Find out later she did the breaking up, just didn't bother to mention it.
4. Helion- One who got away means no one else can ever hurt him. That ex lingers and this new break up is easily shrugged off. Break up? Baby this was just a fling. Says it with a smile. No worries, no hard feelings. Already has someone new before break up even finished.
3. Feyre- New boyfriend in five minutes. Snaps her fingers, someone is already crawling at her feet. Can list everything he did wrong without tears in her eyes. Posts the most insane selfie, ex begs for her back. Feyre laughs with her friends later that night. Warned you she'd fuck your best friend, makes good on that threat. Ex emotionally scarred for years.
2. Eris- best way to get over someone is get under someone. Did you ever mean anything to him? Doesn't seem like it, he's already fucking that ex he told you not to worry about.
1. Amren- We were DATING? Genuinely had no idea.
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duskerot · 5 months
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i am almost done with this damn subathon
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gin-juice-tonic · 2 years
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My super power is always winning at crane games but only when children are watching and it makes me feel like I should give them the thing I won after
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ctntduoarchive · 1 year
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stop giving me the urge to curl up like a cat when you haven't given me the bones to do so
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castorochiaro · 1 year
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gets into popular franchise: ok cool
fave is the fandom darling so lots of content: very good
fave ship is nonexistent within fandom outside of friendshippy stuff: why are we here. just to suffer
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sweetestofchaos · 2 years
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𝖱𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 #𝟤𝟢 - 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 - 𝖲𝖥𝖶, 𝖠𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖵𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖢𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖡𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽!𝖩𝖺𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗈𝗆, 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾!𝖩𝖺𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗈𝗆, 2.3K
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Tears roll down your cheeks as you watch Jaebeom cry on your laptop screen. You wish you could be there by his side to tell him it’s okay. You were supposed to be there, but your fiancé, Dario had other plans. The moment he got home and saw you getting ready to go out he had an attitude. He hated your friendship with Jaebeom, and you couldn’t understand why. Jaebeom was harmless, he was your best friend. He was the brother you always wanted and were lucky enough to find. Dario complained that you didn’t make anything for dinner and would rather whore around for the night with your friends. When you told him to order out and that you were going to Jaebeom’s Nostalgic concert, it felt like all the air in the room disappeared.
You don’t remember the first hit or the second…or third, but the last hit – a kick to your stomach did you in. You threw up your snack from earlier and cried as Dario sneered down at you before he pushed his hair out of his face. You tried to move away from your mess as your vision got spotty, but it was no use, your limbs felt like led and refused to move. You woke up a few hours later to the sound of Dario’s voice and you winced when the heavy stench of vomit flooded your senses…he left you in your own filth.
“I said she’s busy. She’ll call you another time!”
The sound of something slamming against the glass table in the dining room made you jump, and you quickly closed your eyes, forcing yourself to ignore your vomit as you pretended to still be passed out. You could hear Dario grumbling to himself before he walked your way. You kept your breathing steady and let your body remain limp as Dario grabbed your wrists and pulled you away from your mess.
“Baby…babe?” You could feel how Dario’s hand shook as he patted your cheek, trying to wake you up. “Baby…wake up. You need to clean yourself up.” Dario shook you and you blinked opened your eyes, wincing once again as his face came into view. He sighed with a frown and helped you stand on your own two feet. “I don’t understand why you like to make me so mad. Can’t you just listen to what I say?” Dario helps you into your shared bathroom and pats your shoulder, “I’m going out with some friends. Don’t expect me home tonight.” Dario leaves the bathroom, and you strain your ears to listen to the sound of the front door opening and closing.
The moment the door slams shut, tears stream down your face and your legs crumble underneath you as you cry. Your ribs are on fire, your left arm is stinging with pins and needles and your right cheek feels sticky. Wrapping your arms around yourself as best you can, you cry harder, disgusted with yourself. You hate yourself for staying but you know what everyone will say if you leave. It’s your fault, you weren’t good enough…maybe you deserved it for being such a weak woman. The first time he hit you, you truly believed that you deserved it…and with every repeating instance; you’re convinced you still do. 
The two of you had an argument shortly after your engagement and when you walked away from him, Dario grabbed your shoulder and pushed you against the wall. His hands wrapped around your throat, and he screamed at you, told you that you weren’t allowed to walk away from him. He said you had to be punished for being so rude and he beat you, marking your skin where no one else could see.
The sound of the front door opening, and slamming shut made you jump up. You quickly wiped the tears from your face and scrambled towards the shower, ripping off your clothing, desperate to hide your tears from Dario, he always hated when you cried after a beating.
“Y/N? Y/N?”
You froze mid step into the shower and your eyes widened in horror. No. No, h-he couldn’t be here. Jaebeom couldn’t be in your apartment right now. Turning on your heel, you curse as your foot tangles in your jeans and sends you crashing to the bathroom floor. Footsteps rush towards the bathroom and before you can shout, Jaebeom runs in.
“Y/N?!”
“Get out!” You shout, trying to keep the tears from your voice as you try to cover your naked body.
“S-sorry!” Jaebeom slaps his hands over his eyes.
“G-get out…p-please!” You beg as your lower lips start to tremble, your vision blurring as tears burn the corner of your eyes.
Hearing the pain in your voice, Jaebeom turns his back to you and grabs your robe off the back of the door, “Put this on.” He orders softly and tosses your robe behind his back.
Catching the robe, you force yourself to sit up and slip your arms into the holes before you tie it loosely around your hips. “I-I’m covered.”
Jaebeom turns around and his eyes widen when he looks at your face. “What…Y/N…?” Jaebeom’s voice is breathless as he walks forward and lowers himself into a squatting position. Reaching his hand out, you flinch and Jaebeom frowns. “What did he do to you?” He moves slow, making sure you see his every movement as he cups your cheek in his hand and wipes at what you now know is blood from the busted skin. Jaebeom’s eyes get misty around his waterline, and he presses his lip together in a tight line. “Come on…let’s clean you up and get you into bed.” Jaebeom treats you like a fine China doll as he helps you to your feet and moves you in front of the shower. He checks the water and tisks his tongue, “No hell water tonight, Y/N.”
Jaebeom turns down the temperature of the water and steps back before he starts to undress. “W-what are you doing?” You question, keeping your eyes directed to the floor.
“You can hardly stand on your own and hot water will make the color in my pants run.” Standing in just his boxer briefs, Jaebeom steps into the shower and offers you, his hands. “I promise not to look, and I won’t touch unless you ask for help.” Seeing as Jaebeom is already in the shower, soaking wet, you sigh and turn your back to him. You remove the robe and reach back for his hand. You grab onto his hand tightly and allow for Jaebeom to lead you into the shower. The warm water burns as it hits a few open cuts and you cry out, jumping back into Jaebeom’s arms.
“It’s okay. It’s okay…” Jaebeom hugs you and the warmth from his skin makes tears well in your eyes. If Dario saw you in this situation he would kill you, but right now you don’t care…in Jaebeom’s arms you feel the safest you have ever felt. Your tears fall and Jaebeom’s hold on you tightens as he holds you around your waist being extra careful of a nasty looking bruise that’s starting to form just under your ribcage. Slowly, Jaebeom moves about the shower with small steps and reaches, voicing his every action before he makes it. When he starts to wash your body, you tense up and Jaebeom halts his movements, “Am I hurting you?”
“…No.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
You suck your bottom lip into your mouth and wince as you lick over a cut. “N-no…”
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 Cleaned up with a fresh set of bandages and pjs, you sit on the opposite side of the couch facing Jaebeom who doesn’t look happy at all. His eyes have lost their shine and they look black. Your passion twists at knotted on top of your head, wrapped up with a large silk scarf to keep your hair from irritation the cuts on your face. Jaebeom clears his throat, and you wince, knowing that he has questions and expects answers.
“Where is he?”
You chew on the inside of your bottom lip and shrug your shoulders. Jaebeom narrows his eyes, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
A few puffs of air leave your nose and as you huff out a pitiful laugh, “Say anything?” You clench your hands into fist and stare at the silver chain hanging from around Jaebeom’s neck. “What could I say, Beomie? He’s my fiancé…it’s my burden to deal with.”
“Bullshit!” Jaebeom sits up a little straighter and grabs your ankle, pulling your feet into his lap. “That fucker needs to go, and I’ll get rid of him myself if I have too.” As harsh as his words are, Jaebeom’s fingers are soft and warm as he digs into the soles of your feet. You body melts into the couch as Jaebeom continues to speak while massaging your feet. “I don’t ever want to see you hurt; do you understand that? No, real man puts their hands on a woman, yet alone his soon to be wife.” Jaebeom shakes his head as he speaks.
“I dese-”
“Don’t even finish that sentence.” Jaebeom shoots you a hard look and you swallow with a small nod of your head. “No one and I mean no one, especially you deserve to be hurt. He doesn’t love you if he’s hurting you…”
Tears blur your vison once again and you tilt your head back against the arm of the couch, trying to stop the tears from falling. What does he know? How can Jaebeom say that so easily and mean every word?
You feel Jaebeom tug lightly at your calf, and you allow for him to pull you into his lap. Your legs are on either side of his waist, folded at the knees and he holds you close, running his hands up and down your back slowly. His skin is warm and inviting, the scent of your shea butter and honey body wash clings to his skin and sooths your aching heart. You fall limp, a solid puddle of tears and sorrow in Jaebeom’s arms as you cry. How long you cried, you don’t know. You just know that Jaebeom held you the whole time until you fell asleep.
Hearing your breathing even out, Jaebeom readjusted his hold on your body and stood up from the couch, making sure he doesn’t bump into anything as he walks down the hall to your bedroom. Carefully he tucks you into bed and lays beside you on top of the covers. He stares at your battered face and his jaw locks up in anger. Slowly he reaches out and lets his fingertips ghost over the band aid on your cheek…you didn’t deserve any of this and tonight he was going to make sure this never happened to you again. He watched you sleep for a little while longer, enjoying the peacefulness that embraced you while sleeping.
Sighing, he sat up and stretched his arms over his head before he got off the bed and grabbed his clothing from the bathroom floor. Once redressed, Jaebeom had murder on his mind as he left your apartment in search of your scumbag fiancé.
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It wasn’t hard to find Dario, he was posted up outside of a club with a few of his friends and some random women that weren’t Y/N. Jaebeom was seeing red as he watched Dario flirt with a little blonde woman, his hand squeezing her ass as he whispered into her ear. Getting out of his car, Jaebeom strode right up to Dario’s little group and grabbed him by the back of his collar. Dario screamed in protest and before anyone could act Jaebeom sent the smaller man crashing to the ground with a fist to his face. Jaebeom jumps on top of Dario and Dario’s friends watch as the fight plays out.
“You sick fuck! I told you not to hurt her!” Jaebeom yells in Dario’s face as he holds him up by the collar of his shirt. “You never deserved her!” Jaebeom seethes punching Dario in the face. Glaring Dario clips Jaebeom in his jaw with a right hook. The two start to throw punches and they are no longer in one spot, the two of them are rolling around on the floor trying to pin the other while still inflicting pain. Jaebeom gets the upper hand and let’s punch after punch rain down on Dario before he pulls him close to his face. “Touch another woman again and I’ll treat you like the bitch that you are. Break up with Y/N and delete everything you have of her. I don’t want to even remember you fucking face by the time it’s all said and done.” Jaebeom narrows his eyes and Dario nods his head unable to speak from the amount of blood that’s spilling into his mouth from his broken nose and busted lip.
Pushing Dario away from him, Jaebeom gets off the ground and glares at Dario’s friends, “Real cute to hang around with a woman beater.” The men’s eyes widen and they all stare down at Dario is disgust making Jaebeom roll his eyes. Yeah, just pretend that you didn’t know your friend abused his fiancé…cowards. Heading back to his car, Jaebeom cruses as he shakes out his hand. He knows that you will question him about it when you see him later, so he decides to head to his own home for the rest of the night. In the morning he gets a phone call from you, crying on the other end that Dario broke up with you and kicked you out of the apartment. Jaebeom tisks his teeth, but smiles none the less.
“I’ll bring the guys over to help you pack. You can stay with me.”
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lovedeluxe · 1 year
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even when I shuffle my queue it's still like "18 Gerard posts in a row... on it boss"
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arrgh-whatever · 12 days
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stuckinapril · 4 months
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lived my whole life in guilt bc i thought i was responsible for people's feelings. newly realizing that other people are responsible for their feelings and reactions, even if they make it seem like i'm the problem. a lot of the time it really has to do w them and their own emotional regulation. i can't keep thinking i'm not allowed to have space bc of other people's insecurities. like i literally refuse to dim myself. other people are responsible for their feelings just as i'm responsible for mine.
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mobius-m-mobius · 5 months
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#the Nowhere Man who waits and the God of Stories who watches
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