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kylominis · 9 months
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pillowtalk [♡]
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soldier-poet-king · 6 months
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Turns out I don't hate my tattoo I was just tired and overhwlemed and my immune system was in shock and there was a degree of psychological shock because it's this major change despite being a change I want. It's maybe not perfectly what I imagined but that's life in general, and it's still in progress!!! The edges are weirdly cut off BC we haven't done the wrap-around portion yet! Some small details can be added to balance it esp around the small filler buds. The contrasting shades is bc one is fresh and one is not, it won't be visually jarring once it heals!!! Mostly I just feel stupid now!!!!! Issues w control, commitment, anxiety, perfection, etc etc etc
Ft. The addition of sunflowers, a bee, and lilies, because I've never been even remotely subtle about the things close to my heart
Also tumblr murdered the already poor phone camera image quality rip and wet hair makes me look like a drowned greasy rat double rip
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museum wip
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karda · 3 days
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my birthday is in 8 days and i am n nnotttt feeling it . at all.
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velkyr · 4 months
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I'm in the google docs trenches today. forcing myself to leave comments and move on whenever I get stuck on a sentence. there's like 10 of these fuckers. thots n prayers xo
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tblueger · 5 months
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this is a deeply strange time to have a hockey game. i have, like, actual day left to ruin.
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cuz-reasons · 16 days
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What if I exploded? What then?
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recapitulation · 10 months
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🥰🩷🐦🍓💌🍋🧡😊😇☀️🐐💗💕🍒🐥🩷
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gale-in-space · 6 months
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Okay but on a serious note. How nice it is to receive playful, whimsical anons instead of ones filled with vitriol. I think I'm a lot more secure in who I am than how I was circa 2021, but gosh, no one should have to go through that. It's just nice to feel like I'm finally healing, like the greenery is pushing through the last dregs of winter
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autistic-shaiapouf · 1 month
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What do you mean I have to get up and do the work if I wanna try to make money <- guy who has been doing work nonstop and needs to give it a fucking rest
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track2hack · 9 months
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17.06.2023
A short video of the first three jumps on course!! Number one is a log, two is a brush, then going through a checkpoint (yellow flags) and onto fence four which was a massive (to me!) set of stairs in the fence line!!
Not the best video, not the best rider, but god damn if that’s not the best horse!! 😭
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iman-92 · 10 months
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in the mood to live my life to the fullest but in a way that doesn’t require me to actually leave my house
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eudikot · 2 months
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I was looking through my files and discovered a mp100 Serizawa fic I forgot I wrote. I have no clue if this was supposed to be part of a larger idea, but after giving a quick glance over what I wrote to make sure there were no glaring errors it seems like it's rather complete even if not fully revised. BUT I do know this image is from this idea so without further rambling here's the little fic:
In Unnatural Places
Serizawa had always been inside.
He started that way, hiding the world from his powers. Hiding himself from the world. Alone and dark, where nothing could be hurt.
Suzuki offered him a way out. Outside of the walls where he knew every crack and every piece of chipped paint. But even though he left his room, he never left the confines of the inside world. He should've known that an umbrella opened indoors would only bring bad luck, but who was he to turn away the first person who proved that he could be normal?
Outside his room was inside more walls. The enclosed areas were safe, as if everything outside of them did not exist. It was contained in a size that Serizawa could handle, not the infinite land and sky that he occasionally saw through a window. The only times that they truly went outside were in the short minutes between building and car, or train, or plane, or boat. From one solitary enclosed space to a moving one. In the end, it was all the same. He had learned how to function without his umbrella when inside, the walls simply functioning as a bigger umbrella, but the moment he stepped outside it went up, no matter the weather. He might as well have been a vampire, shielding himself from the sun, but in reality, it was the noises, the light, the smell, the bodies, the plants, the animals, the skyscrapers, the cars, the pavement, the sun, the clouds, the way the Earth rotated despite the ground staying still. It was too much, and it would never be enough. Not under Suzuki's watch.
Then, he got in the way. The memories of a kid who had experienced it all bounced around in his brain. The way flowers smelled in spring, the joy of the warm sun on your skin, the sounds of children laughing and playing. There were still bad moments in those memories, but they were undertones compared to the moments spent in happiness. Something to consider, to grow from. Serizawa had never had the time to develop those thoughts. Inside, the building was pristine, not a single crack lacing its walls. Suzuki was there, ensuring that this inside was just like all of the others he had been in. Safe, comfortable, known. These new memories displayed the outside clear to see. The ground torn up, building collapsed, not a person in sight. It was nothing like the glimpses he got while walking to the car. It was the signs of a power out of control.
The same person that gave him his umbrella took it away. He no longer had his safety net, and no longer his supervisor. It was back to the start, an uncatered bomb ready to shift and ignite. It was back to the walls he knew, the only place he could keep everyone safe.
Then he came. The one that Serizawa had forfeited his life for. Reigen showed him that the world was nothing to fear, that one step at a time, he too could learn to enjoy things both inside and out. It had been raining the first day he went into the office. Newly re-acquainted to society, there had been no time to explore how he could buy an umbrella for himself. They had walked downstairs when Regien noticed, opening his umbrella outside and turning back to the doorway. His hand reached out, umbrella loose in his grip. Reigen told him to take it, that he'd get wet and catch a cold and that if he did that meant he couldn't work. Serizawa didn't want to miss work. He carefully took the umbrella from his hand, thinking about how much lighter it felt than his old one. Looking up, he could see the rain accumulating on its surface. Beyond that, the buildings, the trees, the cloudy sky. He was covered, yet he could still see the outside world.
Reigen declined taking it back once Serizawa realized this meant that he now had no umbrella, insisting that his immense power would keep him from getting cold. There wasn't much of an argument, for who could question his logic?
The rain didn't let up as Serizawa walked home. Water began to pool on the sidewalks, an interesting phenomenon. It didn't belong there, it belonged in lakes and rivers and streams. If it was supposed to stay there, then it would have been there this morning when he went to work. He crouched down to examine it, a reflection of himself looking back. Although it looked happy, smiling and laughing. He did not feel that way. His heart still ached. And yet, the reflection seemed to speak to him, as if saying that it takes time. But what was “it” and how much time?
He closed his eyes like the version of him in the reflection, trying to think about what could make him feel that way. There wasn't much that came to mind, as his world had been shifted again and again.
 "Serizawa," a familiar voice called out. He looked around, unable to see a source through the rain.
 "Hello?"
"Serizawa what are you doing?"
He looked down. The image in the puddle had changed, and instead of being still it moved. Pale skin, dark eyes, ginger hair. It was no longer him, but rather…
 "Reigen, how are you in a puddle?"
"What? I'm not- I'm in my apartment, looking at you through a portal- or something of the likes."
 "Oh." Serizawa didn't know what to say. Usually he hated the feeling of not knowing, but with Puddle-Reigen here, somehow it all felt okay.
"Okay, well, why don't we figure this out tomorrow. I'm tired. Goodnight Serizawa," He said, his body shifting out of frame before being placed right back and center.
"Okay. Goodnight, Reigen." He stood up, watching the reflection fizzle away. It all felt like a dream, like maybe he was going crazy and talking to himself. A buzz went off in his pocket and he fished out the phone, also something Reigen had given him. It was a little old and beat up, but he had said that as his employee he needed some way to communicate when they were not in the same room together.
-Maybe you didn't need a phone after all [6:47, Reigen]
Serizawa smiled at every puddle as he continued his walk home. Maybe things in wrong places weren't actually bad, but rather something special exactly where you need it.
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maraeffect · 3 months
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ugh had 2 go to the ER today for like 7 hours because my heart went a little wonky 🥴 was probably maybe a side effect from the new infusion i got last week. just like. DAMN. i'm so fucking glad to be home and in bed 🥹😮‍💨
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herawell · 3 months
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