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#and bad coping mechanisms lol
leeb-leefuh-lurve · 2 years
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found this on facebook
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odinsblog · 2 years
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Holy crap. I went to open up a new browser tab and this popped up:
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I never saw this before.
Imma digital pack rat. I never delete old text messages, emails, or voicemails and obviously I don’t close old tabs, in case I might “need” them later.
Fortunately, I’m nothing like that irl with my physical belongings. 😅
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glitter-alienz · 4 months
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my art actually improved a lot in 2023, it didn't improvethis in the entire 8 years ive been drawing lol
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iyxv · 9 months
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jb at variety playhouse in atlanta — sept. 4, 2021
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explodingquails · 4 months
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To kick off the new year here is a low-effort meme that appeals to me and me only
They would actually have a lot to talk about methinks
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boatboys · 4 months
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color/lighting studies trying to push myself a little. some of them are based on photos of real people but the rich one is just color-picked from a picture of a fancy butcher block
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drippyboycunt · 8 months
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one thing that's always a little funny to me is when you go to someone's blog and their dni basically boils down to "if you have ANY kinks then DO NOT interact with me" like ok that's fine but bro why are you here lol
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nerdy-hyperfixations · 4 months
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I’m posting this knowing it’s not what my followers here care about. Let’s call it self care and not willing ignorance.
Anyway, anyone feeling up for vent art? Vent art that doesn’t even make sense!?
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Excuse this extremely self-indulgent ask but. Sarah and the rebels (?) taking care of drunk Cinder/Alex
Sarah's POV of This Scene
cw: bad coping mechanisms, alcohol
"Cinder."
"Nnn..."
"Come on, you need to drink some water."
It was a little past 4 in the morning, and Sarah was busy being impressed that the assassin had managed to walk all the way here in this state, much less remember which was the correct doorstep to collapse on.
Impressed, and more than a little concerned.
Attempting to shake him awake or drag him inside seemed about as safe as poking a sleeping bear, so she'd instead grabbed a bottle of water and sat in the doorway, a foot or so out of his reach, and tried to get his attention.
So far, the man wasn't giving her much in way of response. At first she'd assumed he'd been caught in a fight, but once she'd crouched down she saw that the bruises on his face were old. And she didn't need super-senses to smell the booze on him.
"Cinder," she tried again, considering splashing some water on him. How wrong could that possibly go?
Still, she needed to get him inside before someone saw him, and she didn't want to have to wake Akeela up and make the kid deal with a drunk assassin. Maybe...
Shit, there was an idea.
Sarah stood slowly so as to avoid startling the killing machine on her porch, and made a beeline for the kitchen. She felt a little ridiculous putting the oven mitts on, but at least they'd offer a little protection if she scared him.
Back at the door came the next challenge: where was the least dangerous spot to poke a bear? If it were anyone else, she'd just tap on his hand or something, but would he even feel that? Touching anywhere near his face or torso would probably startle him. Well touching him anywhere was sure to startle him, but if he wasn't responding to her voice...
With fingers enclosed safely in an oven mitt, she took Cinder's hand. He didn't respond to that, so she pulled on it lightly. Maybe he'd feel it on his shoulder, and that would be enough---
She let go with a start when his eyes flew open, his metal arm bouncing onto the concrete with a sound like shaken coins.
Cinder didn't move though, and when his eyes started to drift back shut---
"Hey. Hey! Wake up."
"Why?" he mumbled.
Sarah let out a frustrated huff. Okay. She really didn't want to add to his anxieties, but if there was no other way...
"Someone will see you," she said. "You need to come inside."
And though his breathing quickened and the muscles in his throat tightened, it seemed to get through to him.
"Do you... want a hand?" Sarah said, holding one out as she watched him struggle to stand.
His eyes landed on the over mitt, gaze sharpening for just an instant. "Wh' the fuck is that?"
"Don't laugh at it," she said, though she doubted he was about to. "I'm just trying not to get burned."
"'M not gonna burn you," Cinder mumbled, pushing himself the rest of the way up and standing with his back pressed firmly into the wall.
"Okay. Well let's go inside. You can crash on the couch for now." She held the door open, following after Cinder as he made his painstaking way into the building. She swore she could hear him muttering under his breath---little rhyming phrases---but she didn't try and sharpen her ears to hear what he was saying.
Once he'd collapsed onto the couch, she again tried handing him the water bottle.
"Drink."
"Why?"
"I know you know what a hangover is."
"Doesn't matter."
"You aren't about to die of alcohol poisoning on my couch. Drink."
He clumsily snatched the bottle away, chugging it like he wished it were something stronger.
"Happy?"
"Yes." Sarah stood up and started to leave. He'd be fine down here, at least for the night. Should she get him a blanket? Put some more water next to him?
"Wait. Spyglass."
"Hm?" She stopped.
"Am... Am I safe?"
She turned back around. He was sitting up now, something like fear under the glazed over look in his eyes. "Safe?"
"He won't find me here?"
He. Uriah. Sarah nodded. "He won't." After a moment, she added, "We'll watch your back. Just get some rest, okay?"
He nodded, silent as he lay back down, his eyes slipping closed.
And if in a few hours he woke up and disappeared without another word, that was fine.
Right now, all that mattered to her was that she could hear his heartbeat slowing to a calm.
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just-sarah-xx · 5 months
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tbh redbull is my coping mechanism now it makes me kinda scared ngl i dont want to go down that rabbit hole
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leeb-leefuh-lurve · 9 months
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hella1975 · 1 year
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the harsher parts of mental illness are always treated so so badly in media and it's genuinely very special to see someone handling them gently - especially because you've said it's very personal for you and that makes it so much easier to like? live in i suppose? because like you said the guilt can be overwhelming and the crushing weight of knowing KNOWING that you're one bad day away from wrecking an important relationship just out of pure FEAR can be so debilitating to live with especially bc people do fundamentally view that as just. a bitch response. knee jerk malice. but it's not half the time it's sheer fear (which doesn't excuse it but it does explain more) so it's nice to see that being treated like the actual complex response it is <3
yes omfg i need to stop getting surprised when taob winds up being incredibly cathartic for me bc i put a bit of myself in it and (shocker!) there are people like that who actually get it. like there are multiple people that to this day ACTIVELY dislike me because i not only said something bad to them but because i ON PURPOSE took the thing i knew would hurt them most and said it in the harshest way i possibly could. like that was a conscious effort on my part i went out of my way to think about what would hurt them and i just went for their jugular. but i wasn't doing it for the sake of meanness any more than i was doing it because they deserved it. like i said before there are two instances when i do this and that's as a defence mechanism or to self-destruct. i dont really do the former anymore - and that took YEARS to grow out of bc that was my Main Response to literally ANY conversation i didnt want to have. people are significantly less likely to ask you personal questions if you immediately try and make them cry when they do lol. this is where 90% of my 'i was a bitch in secondary school' posting comes from - but ironically the less i gave into the former the more it translated into the latter, so i lost either way and so did the people around me. i really dont think im that bad anymore bc i found ways around it and now i cant think off the top of my head anything even CLOSE to what i used to do that's happened recently, but i have YEARS OLD guilt from long dead friendships that i will - and deserve to - live with forever bc regardless of the reasoning behind it i still said terrible things. and like. it never gets talked about bc from an outside pov im very obviously being a complete cunt and who would want to sympathise with that
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unproduciblesmackdown · 2 months
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truly something that, amidst facing / going through a dramatic Life Change ft. unavoidable emotional effects of that, there are instances where i can't conceal any & all degrees of being distressed / upset, & repeatedly getting "it's hard for me too" as a Direct Response to that: really something & a half how the asserted theoretical Sympathy of [i feel similarly!] is invoked so as to, oh you know, preclude sympathetic Treatment. such as that what would be More sympathetic in these instances would be to say Nothing, "if there's nothing but dismissal / making it first & foremost about someone else's feelings to say, don't say it at all" style
#reading also that original Lovelessness essay ''love is meant to make me human / love is also the mechanism by which my humanity#has been denied'' always preferring to have [sorry! couldn't fully bottle up this Emotiona externally manifesting at all!] Ignored rather#than ''nicely'' interacted with so as to Invalidate; Dismiss; someone's annoyed at you for having it; etc#for bonus context like we are not in the same boat with it.#not a case of ''the same situation; mine is worse though'' like no; fundamentally different situations here lmao. mine is worse#If You Feel So Bad. Or At All. then at least now do me the favor of Not Saying That; Repeatedly#their feelings put on me too in other ways. stewing resentment into lashing out; tossing out ''but i'm justified'' like ok! Your business!!#the ol like. If You're Going To Do Something Anyways then how you justify it to yourself is Your business / b/w you & your god as they say#& the last thing to do is be making it the problem of ppl Most Affected by what you're gonna do anyways & Also ask their Absolution.....#like if you need more moral support abt What You're Doing Anyways: turn to Anyone Else. even No One if you have to.#bit going tf through it when it's spilling over into Posting but such is life!! we all have that [the horrors. girl help] blogger on dash#again the tl;dr like oh you don't say. the [umm but have you considered? My Feelings! (they're so sympathetic at all. yor welcome)] is#the mechanism through which Really basic sympathy is being denied & replaced with [Saying Nothing would've been less hurtful]#misgendering me the other night too while Also all 'hey I'm trying to talk to the customer service. why are You going up & talking first'#(that was me experiencing the latter. i didn't say it but i was like cmon. my glasses are fogging up w/surgical mask (don't have access to#more effective masks so doing what Nonzero i can there) i'm a bit carsick i'm weathering a crisis. can i have anything here lol)#just Oh You Know. The Horrors....#balancing ofc trying to endure trying to self soothe etc etc. with ''it's the horrors. it's gonna be horrific & you're gonna be affected''#ah the [being kind to oneself] like also means knowing how reasonable it is to Not solo contain & endure & Cope Through everything....#crushing a paper cup in my hands genuinely i would like to generously thank my virtual allies out here today. mic feedback#irl In Real Life? life is Real asf here & nobody Realer than them
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aropride · 8 months
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i am literally the bravest little guy in the world no contest. i have been so brave about it so many times. i will continue to do this forever
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kaixserzz · 9 months
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the desire for dottore is eternal. even when i play lol, i still think about him. even when i sleep, he's in my dreams.
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Actor 1: *walking in* Hello, I have returned!
Actor 2: Hi. I did it.
A1: Did... what?
*The director storms in, slams a water bottle on the table with a grunt, and storms out again.*
A2: ...That.
Deck Chief, from the corner: (mumbling) I am uncomfortable with the energy we have created in the studio today...
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