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#and that hurts
tripleyeeet · 3 months
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having one of those days where the grief is too much so instead of going to work and seeing all the reminders of you i am going to cry in my bed and maybe make some of your soup later
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heretherebedork · 1 year
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The way Sam gets upset at Tee calling Kirk her hubby in from of Mon despite Mon knowing that he's her fiance and the way she stares at all of them and the way Sam has so much she wants but has never, ever learned how to express herself because expressing herself is so, so dangerous in her life.
Sam has spent an entire lifetime learning not to be herself because being herself meant risking her life, her family, her life and now she's faced with a chance for someone she loves and something she wants but also the knowledge that trying to act on it is still dangerous...
And all her friends are teasing her about it, constantly, laughing and giggling and joking about the deepest desires that she cannot face.
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crownjewel123 · 4 months
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What if we bargained for land and resources instead of indiscriminately BOMBING THEM TO DEATH. SO MANY CHILDREN. SO MANY INNOCENTS. It’s absolutely DIABOLICAL that after almost THREE MONTHS they continue this. The occupation knows exactly what they are doing. They know they are bombing hospitals, schools, mosque, churches, REFUGEE CAMPS. Continuing to say that these people are ALL human shields for Hammas…
What did they expect to happen when they have been killing people’s FAMILIES? A tea sesh??? When you occupy a state and indiscriminately attack them where they can’t sleep, can’t eat. Can’t rest.
That type of trauma DRASTICALLY alters people. The anger and resentment typically boils into violent action. Why? They don’t listen to peace. Peace is not loud enough for them to hear.
At this point I don’t know what else to do. It doesn’t matter how loud we are screaming. Yeah the boycotting is hurting, yeah the protests put pressure, but the Palestinians DON’T have the luxury of time. Every second of their day is spent in suffering.
Whether it be infection from injury, and no hospital to seek out. The lack of food, and no aid to be found. The Palestinian people are dying of starvation of dehydration of infection, of illness. And every bomb the colonialist state drops is another death sentence with lasting consequences.
For now until a better idea comes to mind, I will continue to advocate for my friends. (Because every single person in Palestine that needs our help has a friend in me.)
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stevethehairington · 2 years
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eddie does not have an easy relationship with the concept of love.
his mother told him she loved him, but then she left.
his father used his love as a weapon; sharp and barbed and entirely conditional.
the first boy eddie had ever loved, took advantage of it. strung eddie along with flirty glances and lingering touches and those three little words whispered into eddie's ear, hot and dirty, and just the necessary push to get eddie to fall into bed with him. when eddie woke the next morning he was alone. he never saw that boy again.
falling into a relationship with steve harrington is almost too good to be true. eddie pinches himself over it often, wondering whether this is all some sort of elaborate dream his overactive imagination has come up with, wondering when he'll wake up from it. but a month ticks by. then two, then three, then they're coming up on six. and seven. and eight.
and then steve tells eddie that he loves him.
and, oh, it frightens eddie. scares him so deeply because... because he loves steve too. so much that it overwhelms him. he's never felt so strongly for someone before, and he doesn't know what to do with all of the feelings.
he wants to lay himself bare for steve like that, but every single person that has held his beating heart between their hands has dug their fingers into it and made it bleed. has torn it to pieces and left it ruined, a mess of mangled muscle and viscera, bloody and raw and smeared across the cold, hard floor.
so, when steve tells eddie that he loves him, he does what he knows how to do best.
he runs.
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yonemurishiroku · 1 year
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something something both Bianca and Jason died and neither answered Nico when he tried to summon them afterwards.
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batwynn · 1 year
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Being autistic and having three of my already limited comfort things completely destroyed by people going full shitty racist, misogynistic, and/or transphobic has inflicted some kind of ✨Special✨damage to my brain. 🥲
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I feel bad because I do things trying to be friendly and nice when I really like someone, but I always end up being the stupid one who the other person doesn't fucking care.
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stephaniejuhnay · 11 months
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Yeah this shit is bleak dawg. It doesn’t even help that Justin Kirk (Hamilton Burger from Perry Mason) is here. Reliving 2016 is nothing I ever needed to do, not even in my favorite white people nonsense show.
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sunflowervolum-6 · 11 months
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ethereiling · 1 year
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The Agonies
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looking-for-orion · 2 years
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(⚠️Very slight?? Tw for mention of anxiety⚠️)
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This keeps me up at night
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a-little-bit-poss · 2 years
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Soldier. Poet. King. 
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"There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy" 
Duty. Strength. Resignation. You were told to do things and you did them. The world is something that was put into your hands and that you must deal with - so you will. You have a rigid back and steady hands, either metaphorically or physically. Is it nature or nurture? You don't know. You are tired of being steady. You dream of feeling alive. Not that you aren't, but, sometimes, it's hard to remember that there is a heart between your ribs. Your love is where you breathe. Come on, breathe. In. Out. It starts now.
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thylacid · 2 years
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sigh. thinking abt the core and the king again
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I very very rarely use Instagram but on the rare times I do go on there I am reminded how little I actually know about people and how fast time passes
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seelestia · 1 year
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For the first one I imagine something like this!
Cyno.
Their actions of their past are not something that is easy to forget, much less erase.
They bit their lip with stress, with their weapon in hand pointed at Cyno who continued to looked at them with a shine of desperation in order to continue believing in them even if it was just a bit of false hope—
"... I can't, I'm sorry" They murmured as a small tear fell from their eye, Cyno tightened the grip on his spear, he watched as they smiled sadly at him. "I can't bring you into this, not you."
And it was the last thing he heard from their lips since they attacked him with their sword in hand.
Alhaitam.
They laughed sadly as they looked at him, the fury in his partner's eyes was so different from how they used to see him day by day, they sighed in defeat.
"So you know, don't you?" They asked as they pulled out their own weapon and looked at him. "I'm sorry, I never wanted you to find out that way"
Alhaitam for his part drew his weapon without saying a word, they closed their eyes while smiling sadly. "It's going to be selfish but, I'm so glad I got to meet you, ya' know? It was a nice change for all the running away from death"
I'm not really good at writing, so I'm really hoping you like it! I'm not sure how to continue, maybe I will send you other parts, if you want. :')
[ referring to this post! ]
OH GOSH, LET'S GOOO 🍿 i'm so tempted to add on to this scenario myself, but i'll hold myself back because this is already perfect tbh. you captured their characters so nicely and dw, i enjoyed it sm! feel free to send me the other parts anytime, aaaaa <3
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