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bloomdan · 8 months
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shitpost cuz i was bored
heavily inspired by the one w/ bowie and emma but I CANT FIND IT 😭
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weekend-whip · 1 year
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Yay, a new chapter to have my soul in its death-grip... oh wait, I have to sleep 😴 I'll scream at you in a few hours, don't worry. Oh, and the art for the latest TP Awakening is lovely, as per usual. 🔥🔥 🔥 Go, Firecracker, Go! Baby, you're a Firework! Come on, let your colors burst! 🎆 🎇 🎆 🎇 Fuck it, that's going on the Kai Playlist now 🤣
Haha, sorry, I was trying to get it out a little faster but editing/formatting killed me in the clutch xD
Thank you!!! And see you in a few hours <3
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vulcannic · 9 months
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GAAAAAAAAHH DIBANAHFJS AJSBXJANAJDHF
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quercussp · 2 years
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A weird thing just happened to me. I have started going to yoga once a week for stretching and meditation, and today for the first time in I don’t know how long I looked in the mirror and felt incredibly beautiful.
I don’t mean that in a self deprecating way, I don’t tend to really worry about being pretty, it’s not something that’s on my mind a lot. And like I like how I look most of the time, I like my hair, my tattoos, my outfits. My appearance helps me express myself and that’s it, but today I felt just beautiful, that my body is beautiful, with its folds and dips and curves and hair and just everything. It’s a weird feeling, it’s not about feeling attractive or pleasing, it’s more like looking at the ocean or at a beautiful flower.
Sorry if this is corny or something I just wanted to share :)
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amorest-viesse · 2 years
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A One of a Kind Scarf (Mahosute 3)
Lyrics for “A One of a Kind Scarf” from the third Mahoyaku stage play
Rustica: “Chloe?”
Chloe: “Rustica! Wh- what are you doing here?”
Rustica: “I was looking for you. You seemed upset earlier.”
Chloe: “N- no, I’m fine!”
Rustica: “What’s that behind your back?
Chloe: “It’s- it’s nothing!”
Rustica: “Won’t you show me… Chloe?”
[Chloe hands Rustica the scarf]
Rustica: “A scarf? Didn’t you say you gave this to your new friend at the party? I remember you stitching this bluebird… why is there a tear in it?”
Chloe: “...She was thrilled when I first gave it to her! She told me she would brag about it to all of her friends and family.”
Chloe: “But… this morning… she said she didn’t want a wizard’s cursed scarf…so she tore it up and threw it away.”
Rustica: “Chloe…”
Chloe: “It’s fine! Don’t worry about me! I’m used to it by now.”
Chloe: “Well… it’s my fault for being dumb too; I let my imagination run wild. I thought that maybe she would come visit us the next day while wearing the scarf. Then all of her friends and family would want one too, and then I’d be super busy making things for everyone…or something…”
Chloe: All of these stupid dreams
Chloe: feel empty and hollow
Chloe: “I really am an idiot, aren’t I?”
Rustica: “No, you’re not. Your dreams are beautiful. If she doesn’t want the scarf, may I have it?”
Chloe: “It’s not even that good. You deserve something better, something more befitting of your stature.”
Rustica: “Well, I think there is no scarf better than this one. After all, it’s something you made; there’s no other like it.”
Rustica: Better than any moonstone or precious gem
Rustica: A scarf made by my dear, beloved Chloe
Rustica: The only one of its kind in the world
Rustica: “It might be a little torn-up, but no need to worry. I have a good friend who happens to be especially skilled in sewing. He’ll be sure to fix it up better than new, won’t he? Chloe?”
Chloe: “...Mm!”
Rustica: This bluebird will, time and time again
Chloe: (Time and time again)
Rustica & Chloe: Fly freely through the sky
Rustica: Throughout your sky
Chloe: (My sky)
Rustica: A sky full of feelings
Rustica: It’ll fly time and time again
Rustica: “So wipe your tears, Chloe, and smile for me.”
Rustica: “Just like the sparkling moon in the sky, we may be pushed away whenever we come too close. However, no matter where we are, we can still laugh. No matter where we are, we can still sing our favorite songs and dance with our favorite people.”
Chloe: “Mm, thank you… Rustica.”
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elmegyekmesszire · 1 year
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reginrokkr · 1 year
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Feeling like my brain is about to stop functioning with all these tests. Thankfully Tuesday will be the last of them and I’ll be free for a good while at long last 😔
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askshilohfields · 2 years
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I'm bored.
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inkskinned · 9 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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oars · 7 months
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jupiter-suggestion · 11 months
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consider the sperm whale and the squid. an ancient rivalry that dates back millions of years. we know the whales eat the squids. we know the squids do not make it easy for them. we know this because of the scars the whales carry, scars on the outside of their body, and on the inside as well. how badly must you want something to endure wounds inside your mouth? inside your gut?
consider the whale, who is harmed by what sustains her. consider the squid, whose flesh is soft and delicious but refuses to go down easy.
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gummybugg · 3 months
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Oh I gave a great idea! *breaks character's psyche into a million unsalvageable pieces with a baseball bat*
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aeide-thea · 1 year
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on principle opposed to describing art i dislike as 'masturbatory' because even though it's an alluringly contemptuous word to sneer it's impossible to reconcile with my pro-masturbation stance
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different POV of this comic
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time-woods · 5 months
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later:
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teach your local invasive species what emotions are !
i feel like scarab is more into the main plotline of the medieval drama but prismo on the side writes these oneshots between the characters and theyre usually just exploring the characters emotions/ personalities in a free form way. anyways kiss ur local invasive species at dusk
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crismakesstuff · 6 months
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“What if I become him and I don’t even know it?”
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