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cloudprincesslady · 6 months
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the reason i always hate taliesin's characters is because he makes them arrogant in a way that just does NOT sit right with me. and that's his prerogative. but fucking hell.
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finedinereception · 6 months
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you know how ice king, when confronted with evidence of simon petrikovs existence, tends to either be unable to process that identity or makes casually dismissive and rude comments (being ashamed of his glasses, calling himself a "scrawny armed loser", etc)
you know how winter king is basically a sane ice king
you know how winter king makes casual comments that feel so specifically, pointedly tailored to make simon feel inferior or be dismissive of his feelings
yeah. thinking about that.
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lamentablesbian · 2 years
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absolutely devastated by the implications of Gansey’s vision of finding Glendower in the Dreaming Tree being his worst nightmare…. it was only ever about the searching. he couldn’t bear to find him. and when he does actually find him and he’s dead, not sleeping… … i’m simply…. …
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siriuslygay1981 · 7 months
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I cannot...believe what I just did. I rolled my eyes guys...I rolled my eyes at regulus black self loathing tag. It came out of nowhere (the eye roll) like rude.
I actually paused after the eye roll though and was like...damn
It was really funny actually but also that's a whole hatecrime on his personality fr. Cause he's 60% self loathing 40% I'm better than all of you.
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jancys-blue-bayou · 2 years
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ST writers in s1-s2: Let’s have Nancy and Jonathan finding themselves able to open up to and talk about anything with the other including their innermost fears and worries. :)))
ST writers in s3-s4: Let’s not anymore lol
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cryptidm0ths · 1 year
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Thisng that are being manifested : kaname changes state (preferably wakes up and maybe joins the cast) during the graduation events very quickly followed by himeru fs2 as they scramble to gather an understanding of themself to project outside of their self imposed role of HiMERU
#as moth ahs been saying to anyone who s willing to talk to thwm for more than 5 minutes um the only way for meru to significantly evolve in#their character arc is for kaname to not be in a coma as himeru is currently just stalling in the grieving process full of regrets that#they cant mourn for obvious reasons but they cant act anyway outside of the preset parameters of HiMERU just in case so they are stuck#they cant move on(?)#bc of the constant cloud of regrets and selfloathing/blame#and um while slowly watching them open up to crazy b is fun and all moth loves fictional characters in intenseemotional distress#and so with kaname waking up you get the relief of well kaname not being almost dead + a very direct callout of himerus plan being fucking#illogical and fueled by the worlds least healthy coping mechanism#+himeru not wanting to sacrifice the relationship theyve made with crazy b + but also just the whole mes s of youve been lying to us for a#year and the mixed feelings that come with that#and and and um moth is tired but majnly they just feel like meru is stalling in their development not really allowed to change almost just#survival instincts#oh and also if kaname dies idk it feels cheap almost like himeru and kanames relationship never gets fixed or atleast flattening out to a#more normal sibling dynamic#bc himeru regrets how they treated kaname and just need them to sort that out#god#moth is sorrybthey are rambling words have been difficult lately#hope this made sense as always#moth chitters#might delete later#oh this is vvvv himeru centric but honestly at this stage we can safely say teh si is specifically on himeru so no otehr characters exist#anyway the younger himeru sprite from obligato is wrong they re not a carbon copy of kaname and and mmm trust mlth they are happy elements
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sisi66 · 11 months
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But really, it is an illusion that others can’t see your worth. Someone who shows you disrespect probably does see who you are. But how you are triggers something in them; a cell memory; something in their shadow; something they cannot love and accept in themselves. There is an internalised voice in them that judges you. But that voice is a voice from their past. Someone who was hurt. You or your…
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wolf-and-woman · 10 months
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the arsenal
you don’t need a razor
when his words
cut through the skin
with more ease than that sharp cool metal
you don’t need a cord to tie
when you’re shaping reality
and it slowly compresses the breath in your throat
needed to live
you don’t need the sleek metal muzzle
to blow your mind with
thoughts of what could have been,
what should have been.
you don’t need a shock,
it won’t bring back what power
has been taken away from you.
you don’t need any pills to
stop your heart from beating
when he weaponizes the same words
you recite in the mirror
to kill your soul.
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algrolo · 10 months
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Incels and femcels are soooo funny to me like you try to interact or talk to one and you realize theyre so far detached from reality that they cant even hold a simple conversation. "Waaaa my life sucks, I hate everyone" <- literally completely shuts up and refuses to interact with someone who just says hi or whatever. Like girl, what are you, 6? Grow up lmao.
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swordofruln · 1 year
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No matter the circumstances, no matter what life you lead from this point onward, or the type of creature you try to be-- you will always be the spirit of a blade meant for nothing but slaughter. Nothing but torture. Nothing but sorrow. Nothing but rage. Do you think you can overcome your fate?
I know.
The words cut deep, the truth even deeper. Chien-Pao's voice is but a mere hiss, almost a whisper with how quiet it was.
What had it been thinking? To think that anyone could ever love it.
To think that it might be desirable as something other but a weapon.
To think that someone might want it around them for who it is.
Chien-Pao averts it's gaze, almost ashamed. How silly of it.
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andimahsong139 · 2 years
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#HatingYourself for #selfloathing is peak self-torutuee. :)))) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj5HqtNS5PF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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vernalloy · 1 month
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Izutsumi is so real at all times
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desiderium-eden · 3 months
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"You're ... a ... lo-ser, baby~ A loser, goddamn baby~ You're a fucked up little whiny bitch~"
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"You're a loser just like me~"
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raawrimreptar · 6 months
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I spent so much time, years, trying to rectify my relationship with my divorced parents. My hyper-controlling Mom. My distant Dad who made it seem so easy to become part of a new family but made it feel so hard for me to remain a part of his. Both of them insisting that if i just existed inside the mold of what was comfortable to them for their child to be, it would click, we’d get along, the arguments and blame would go away. I’d feel, finally, like I belonged with them. Like I could be a happy part of it.
I wasted my time. I thought it was good enough to finally show myself. I came out as trans. It was bad. But they said they supported me. I waited five years, at their continued insistence that I would regret my decision, that I just needed more therapy, that I was wrong about myself. So I waited. At 28 I started medical transition. I talked about changing my name, my pronouns. Things they’d known about, said they’d support me on for five years, FIVE YEARS, one thousand eight hundred and twenty five days. After less than two months in transition, with no real changes still yet to speak of physically, and only minor changes in mood, my support has all but vanished. It’s “too much trouble”, I’m “being too divisive”, I’m “pushing away my family”, I’m “being too rash”. Five years, “we’ll support you”, and I’m being too rash.
I don’t know. Maybe all this time I tricked myself into thinking that other peoples’ opinions affected who I am somehow. Maybe that’s the afterglow of growing up the way I did. The radiation of a nuclear childhood decaying my adult life, pulling out the hair and fingernails, withering my flesh.
I’m going to be alone. And there’s a bittersweet comfort in that. Being alone with myself, my true self, is far better company than pretending to be someone else around people who only accept me with a mask on.
It hurts. I know it always will.
I’m okay with that, I think. I don’t have a choice. This is that moment of breaking.
All I did was play with a new name.
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stormcloud01552 · 7 months
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I'm crying my eyes out rn, I do cosplay, and I had to stop for like 2 years because I didn't have a phone, was really shit, and I recently got this one and I put on one of my old cosplays so I could post some videos on tiktok, and I go to put the costume on and it dosent fit, island I gave to cut the sides of the dress for it to go on me, but somehow I was able to not freak out over that, amazing job me, but then when I was filming all I could think about was how ugly and fat I look and every 5 minutes I just start balling my eyes out and post the videos, but it's fine, it's just afew tears, and while my videos are posting I'm looking threw sounds so I can continue filming and along with those sounds are loads of really skinny really pretty other people and now I'm crying my eyes out and throwing up violently in the bathroom
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thesardonicus · 10 months
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“When does chasing after love turn into self loathing? Can a soul be loved quite sincerely and just as sincerely be lost?
I want to believe that punishment is redemptive, but if whipping were any good at reforming a man, would I not be a saint by now?”
- Thomas senlin, the arm of the sphinx by Josiah Bancroft, pg 362
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