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paperiee · 1 month
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This. Is. Everything.
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mishapen-dear · 9 months
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i keep thinking about bad's vacation outfit. mostly, i keep thinking about him not wearing armour.
bad is, fundamentally, not okay rn. his son got kidnapped. the code attacks are starting again. people keep going missing left and right and skeppy isn't here but he's been missing him from the start. he lost the election by a single islander vote. there's been a lot of pressure on him for a long time, and he's finally starting to crack.
the thing about bad is that he does NOTT talk about his emotions. he's silly about it. he plays games about it. he will never answer a straightforward question with a yes or a no, not unless he's lying. when forever asked him he was okay, he said yes.
i think... there's really something about him, repeatedly, saying he's on vacation. sure, yeah, take a break, but he keeps throwing himself into danger anyway, he's still taking care of the eggs. he's silly with it, but i don't think his "vacation" explicitly means "i'm taking a break." I think it means "i'm not someone you can rely on right now." what? not being at the top of the island/egg defence squad because he's falling apart at the seams? :D nahhh he's just on that vacation grind! look at him! he's so silly! he's building skeppies and he's being so silly !
and. god. the way he's absolutely clinging to skeppy right now. i get the sense that he takes a lot of comfort from skeppy, just from the existence of him. can you imagine being alive has long as bad has? losing and losing and losing and losing, and then you finally find someone you can't lose? skeppy is bad's emotional support diamond and he is Not There to emotionally support him. bad keeps throwing tantrums when people ignore him, and he keeps building skeppies.
he's never going to say he needs help. he's never going to say he's not okay. he's going to say "i'm not crazy" and "i don't have an obsession" and "yes i'm fine" and "i'm on vacation" and not wear his most protective armour. the ARMOUR. bad boy halo the most paranoid parent on the island keeps running around with several eggs at his heels when he's wearing only enchanted sunglasses and boots. WHEN THERE ARE ACTUAL CODE ATTACKS. WHEN THE CODE HAS THE ! SWORD. if "i'm on vacation" means "i can't help" then the lack of armour is a physical, visible reminder. it's the closest he can get to saying "no, i'm not okay."
and man.manm an man. the whole thing with dapper right now. dapper is the only one who really knows the extent of bad Being Weird right now. pomme has a good idea of it, but when she asked about bad "is he going insane again?" dapper's response was "he never stopped." i've seen lots of talk about bad needing dapper more than dapper needs him (and its TRUE. god. it's so true.) but dapper is also! not doing okay! kiddo was very recently kidnapped! he takes after his dad and doesn't overtly express his distress, but the way he was scared of getting too close to elquackity at the talent show... the way he and pomme huddled together when bad left them alone for an hour... he's watching his dad fall apart in front of him, and there's nothing he can do about it.
from a roleplaying perspective too i LOVEE how bad is slowly, slowly ramping up the skeppy obsession. he's clinging to sanity so he can be a good dad to his kids, but his kids are so mortal. so fragile. bad isn't; bad isn't wearing all of his armour. and skeppy isn't; bad is placing more skeppies around the island. i adore this man's roleplay i hope he gets WORSE
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quackquackquackin · 5 months
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@tdutb introduced me to Objectified so now I have a new OC
he’s a wilting flower mixed with a bearcat/binturong :3 he doesnt have a name yet
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darkacademic42 · 6 months
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How can I describe my life to you? I think a lot, listen to music. I'm fond of flowers.
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hypnagogicwriter · 11 months
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005 — the wind
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There was absolutely no need to storm your mother's office. Kimiko had warned her, she had also said that you had to discuss something serious. Your mother was totally excited when you stepped through the office door. She got up frantically and took you in her arms. She gently rubbed your back and smiled gratefully at Kimiko over your shoulder. At that point, your mother didn't know anything and you didn't want to tell her in the office either. 
"Honey, what's wrong?"
Your mother's foot appeared to be stuck to the accelerator as she drove the three of you home.  Kimiko held onto the dashboard as usual while you rocked back and forth on the back seat.  Every now and then your mother looked in the rearview mirror to gaze at you worriedly.
Thanks to your mother's fast-paced driving style, you arrived at your home within minutes (surprisingly alive). The way to the front door dragged on because your mother tried to straighten every flower and plant in the front yard. When the three of you arrived at the door (after ages), your breaths froze. She observed the special gift stiffly. 
"That's not why you took me home-"
Your mother stopped mid-sentence as she interpreted the expression on your face. She closed her eyes briefly to compensate for the upcoming tears. Not in the front yard.
Your mother stared at you in shock, then at Kimiko.  She bowed her head and blinked on the floor. Taking a deep breath, she jumped just outside the front door and unlocked it. 
"Come in over the veranda"  she mumbled and nodded to both of you before she disappeared into the house. Slowly you walked around the house. Kimiko swallowed hard. It was like your stalker noticed that you wanted to talk to your mother.
Your mother had already set the little table on the veranda. It was the wedding tableware that your grandma had handpainted. Tea calms the soul, Y/N, my darling. Then the old woman had adjusted her glasses and threw a mischievous smile around them. This is exactly what your mother was trying to copy now, with the aim of calming you down.
"Then let's get started."
"Tell me why there is a decapitated cat on our doorstep." Your mother smiled gently as she poured your tea into your mugs. As if this would be a usual topic, you'd discuss it on regular basis. Though, it wasn't. Not for you, at least. Kimiko hold back a chuckle because this whole situation was too bizarre.
"Look, as your mother I care about you over anyone and anything else. You are my one and only child. You seemed a bit off. The last few months. Let me help you or at least don't let me run around in darkness and ignorance anymore, my darling."
At this point, you weren't sure if there was worry in her eyes or eyes in her worry. Yet you felt the worry, with every cell of your body, and it was nearly torturing.
"I received gifts. Beautiful, loving ones at first. You know, gifts you would give your significant cant other. I noticed that there was someone. Wherever I was, I wasn't alone. The person spied on me. They were asking my friends about me. What kind of books I'd like and—" You stopped, your voice was shaking so much, that you couldn't finish properly.
"And we are not even halfway through it all, Mrs. L/N," Kimiko whispered and decided to talk from now on, after exchanging nods with you.
"I got confused when you told me Y/N doesn't have a tutoring job. Why would she lie to me? I waited at the school bus stop for her. However, she didn't come. So I waited for the bus to drive without me to look after my only friend. We walked home that afternoon... We always do since then." Kimiko made a pause to take a sip of the tea and tried to smile warmly at your mother but she terribly failed at it.
"I felt those glances too. And Y/N kept the letters and presents and -coming directly to the next point- screenshot all chat conversations. Just if you don't believe us."
Your mother shuddered in shock. How the hell could Kimiko say she wouldn't believe you. Shivering, she grabbed your hands and tried to hold the four as tightly as possible. As a mother you can feel when your child is suffering, you could say, but that's not true. Some ailments are so quiet that they cannot be heard unless they are talked about. Your mother wasn't angry with you because of your silence (maybe a bit disappointed), but just glad that she now knew what was on your mind. She sighed in a relief moment. Before she remembered the dead cat and the way you had been adoring cats for a very long time. This certain somebody was about to meet one of your mother's fists soon.
The silence enveloped you three and a gentle breeze freshened the air.  Slowly you closed your eyes and exhaled with relief.
Maybe it's the wind that uses the leaves of the cherry tree as its instruments. Maybe it's the warm tea between your hands. Maybe it's the fact that your mother knows and believes, that made your spirit free and light for the first time in months.
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worldsworstfemale · 1 month
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this mid mf really tryna seduce me lol get your y chromosome away from me don't you know who tf i am
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dvktheartist · 2 months
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Not a day goes by without art on my mind 🤍
New mint in limited editions on objkt
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myheadisajungle · 9 months
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It’s happening again.
I feel it in every bone in my body.
I knew he would always be my weakness.
But I hoped I was done being in love with him.
I was.
But now?
Now it’s coming back.
And there is nothing I can do to stop it.
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ashes-and-ruins · 10 months
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"the rain is but a chorus to the thunder's mesmerizing solo, and i am but a color in her dazzling sunset"
-the storm reveals and mystifies all
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therealmackenson10 · 11 months
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Shout out to the homie for the positive message. I had to turn it into a traxk.Even if it’s by one person who sees the real you. We all matter 🤘🏾🖤
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smolsmokeykay · 1 year
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I see you,
Reminding me of who I am but who I am to you is completely different from who I am to me
I danced lyrical in your shadows when you danced jazz
If I am you and you are me then who are you
Do you find comfort in cutting off circulation in all parts of my body until you hear nothing but gasps quickly escaping
My lungs
Things escalate but I thought I deserved it
Each time you let go i’d never run
It became addictive
Soon after you fed me toxins that weren’t all bad but couldn’t have been good I learned how to supply myself
You’d tell me I’m getting better but what everyone else saw was me draining the blood stored inside me
I’m ok now
I wish I could say
But those three words have become a reflex
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flowerofkisses · 2 years
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Does anyone even read my posts? I would like at least a little interaction 😩
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queenofherownbrain · 1 year
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My mom lives in a world where she thinks I purposely forget everything all the time and just "let myself live without a care"
Lmaoo must be nice to be delusional
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girl-star-girl · 1 year
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The first time I dreamt of you we were freshly fifteen made of echoes and mirrors of people we hadn’t met yet. July of anxious fingers and the feel of my own teeth in my mouth. I suck an orange. The strings between my teeth taste like your smile. 
Most times I thought of you were in a labyrinth. Rows of bathroom stalls, rows of desks, rows of atoms between us. As beings of mostly empty space, a room between us shouldn’t have to ache. I gave myself a headache burning your eyes into my temporal lobe.
Let me have myself held by you. 
The last time I spoke of you the words were sticking to my tongue. What did I expect; I choked during a presentation on string theory once; my lungs were never good at holding phenomena. Your whispers (lavender) are still warm on my cheek. 
I miss you I miss you I miss you. 
You are lemon (blinding).
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abimee · 1 year
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what is the omnicron questline if not just the quantum campfire bit
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butchfalin · 5 months
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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