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lexi-b-writes · 17 minutes ago
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Being an adult is really jumping from one stress to another stress to after and feeling oddly peaceful but also like your head is gonna explode at any moment.
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damnitstrue · 22 minutes ago
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You fall in love with the little things about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms.
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deadwolfpack · 27 minutes ago
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I'm long over due a good breakdown, im thinking about having one tonight but idk if I have the mental energy for it
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itspileofgoodthings · 32 minutes ago
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I have now unpacked the first P&P proposal twice with two different classes and, though I say so myself, I did a pretty decent job both times. And yet, I still haven’t fully pinned it down or unpacked it all. There is still more to say and discover.
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reevesandroses · 33 minutes ago
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It. Is. Okay. To. Feel. It is especially okay to feel pain. Like rain the feelings you don’t want to feel still come. What a waste of time when you let them overflow in that drain, that bucket. Let it nourish you, let it even change you. Because in the end you are in control of who you are, how you react, and eventually when - you can roll those feelings off your shoulders. Once it is felt, once it is processed, the water will fall off your shoulder blades.
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sitta-pusilla · 35 minutes ago
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This shit has touched my heart, I feel so moved
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wepickedthisgame · 38 minutes ago
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proofs that i didn’t lie in my previous post: many people answered and said that i am free to text them whenever i want and i’m here panicking because WHAT IF
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sensuous · 38 minutes ago
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You were looking at the sunset as if it was the most beautiful thing you ever seen, while I was looking at you thinking the exact same thing.
A.M.
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myuniverse4you · 45 minutes ago
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Sé que no debería sentirme así, pero debido a las circunstancias del momento, es inevitable.
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dino--draws · 50 minutes ago
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I had always wondered what the french-fried-fuck he meant when he said he could ‘sense spirit’  It’d be very ironic and pretty interesting if he was an empath 
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thedesire · 52 minutes ago
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Tip: sending your girl a cute message after she’s fallen asleep can make her entire day 100 times better when she wakes up and reads it.
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lostinmymindpalace-m · 54 minutes ago
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I want to thank every mutual that has anything dps related on their blog. I was going to read it eventually, but you were the reason I actually did it. Thank you soo much <3 <3 <3 You may have changed my life a little bit, in any case it has definitely been enriched. 
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void-kissed · 58 minutes ago
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I think I might finally have a name I really like for the self-insert I use to selfship with KOS-MOS - namely, Calanthe!
It is yet another flower name (hence the -anthe- stem, like in Telanthera), and I know Xenoblade establishes that the girls named after flowers are the robots - Poppi, Lila, Rosa, ..there’s another technically but that’s spoilers - but Xenosaga as a series seems to use flower names for most of its female characters in general - KOS-MOS being cosmos of course, but then Shion being the Tatarian aster, Juli whose name is pronounced in Japanese as yuri meaning lily, maybe MOMO being named after peach blossom and based on a character called Sakura which is cherry blossom, and so on? So, given that my self-insert originates from the world of Xenosaga, and Calanthe is a genus of orchids, it could still fit!
Regardless of name, she starts out as a promising young scientist working in Vector Industries’ First R&D Division, specifically as part of the programming team responsible for coding KOS-MOS’ artificial intelligence. Only, while she is in the process of fitting a modification to KOS-MOS’ operating system to allow her to emit expressions whenever she wishes (rather than only when her emotion module deems it necessary), and attempts to begin testing the results of her new code, something happens with.. probably the Zohar and/or the Conduit, I haven’t figured out the specifics yet, and ends up transporting both KOS-MOS and Calanthe into the world of Alrest, unexpectedly converting KOS-MOS into a light-element Ether Cannon Blade and Calanthe into her extremely confused Driver. Yes, we’re going to travel around with the main XC2 party, but no, I haven’t figured out anything about how yet.
At the moment, assuming I stick with the name, my tag for her is going to be “self-insert: in a world displaced (calanthe)”, which means I finally have all three tags set for my selfship with KOS-MOS! Thank you to anyone and everyone who’s happened to read all of this rambling, and please take a tiny pixelart KOS-MOS I found on the Xenosaga Wiki for your troubles~
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filthybookworm · 58 minutes ago
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approximately five million years ago @frannyzooey asked me how Waterfall Inquiry Javi feels about Laredo. I’m so sorry this took me forever, Kelli! Have some Javi thoughts:
Laredo is an interstitial place for Javier. It’s where he was, and he supposes it’s the place to which he’ll return. But he doesn’t think about that much. Not when there’s so much to do in the here, the now (and you).
Laredo is not ‘everything’ and it is not ‘nothing.’ When he is there it is familiar and strange and he feels unsettled, not unlike the way he feels when he visits the old fruit-seller around the corner, the way he used to do when Murphy was his partner.
Murphy. Connie, Olivia, his mother, his father, Lorraine. Lorraine and her clean-cut business broker husband all the way from shiny Dallas. The man that could do what he couldn’t: meet his fiancé at the altar.
Sometimes he thinks the cherry-red of Texas skies that he used to see as a kid (on the front porch when he was six ignoring calls to come inside for dinner. the first sight he saw when his mother died. sneaking out his window to go meet a girl on the outskirts of town in high school. in college, looking up at budding stars) — sometimes he wonders if that was a sign from the gods that his life would dye itself in the color. His hands, his chest, his feet, no part of him has been untouched by blood even as it lays hidden beneath colored shirts and prim suits.
javi doesn’t know this, but nostalgia means “a morbid homesickness.” maybe that’s why he never longed to go back in quite the same way that he felt he should have. he does not miss laredo-the-place, he misses javi-in-laredo. Javi-in-Laredo with big dreams to do something, anything, to whisk Lorraine off her feet, to be the man shaking hands after church with his baby daughter hung low on his hip. or something. or maybe that’s his current self talking, forcing a meld of two projections: past Javi and current Javi, trying to make the puzzle fit when half the pieces are missing.
Laredo is not his home, but where he is from. He wonders if he can ever go home (with you, he thinks in pink flashes of hope. maybe with you, things will be different. maybe he can go to Laredo and not feel like a stranger if you’re on his arm: someone who does not push a role on him without his tacit acceptance).
yeah, maybe with you. Javier lights another cigarette and sighs.
but maybe not, either.
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