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rize-said-so · 9 months

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Witch Hat Atelier Review (Spoiler Free)

My thoughts from chapter 1 to chapter 70

This was unapologetically queer with a diverse cast in a unique setting.

The Worldbuilding... and one thing about me is I love a detailed setting from the people, animals to culture. I don't need another fantasy realm with magic without rules and here are dragons and other fantastical creatures. I need uniqueness in every book I consume. And this one just raised my expectations for other fantasy mangas. From the animals, power structure, the rules of magic to people, everything about it just caught my attention and engraved itself in my mind.

Then the characters. If I say I love all the characters, I AM NOT EXAGGERATING. But of course, my favorite will always be the tired man who looks like he hasn't slept in decades and pretends to be cold-hearted but takes better care of the kids than the one who is supposed to take care of the kids.

The story... I don't want to go into too much detail because I don't want to spoil it for anyone but you just gotta trust me and check it out for yourself.

The art... Need I say more?

Just trust me and check it out

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juodojimirtis · 7 months

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Because I gave Valak the wings of a black swan (I mean, he's described as having "angel wings" in the Key of Solomon), I imagine Irene smoothing out his feathers for some reason. And it melts my heart.

#the nun #the conjuring universe #valak #conjurverse #the conjuring fandom #horror fandom #diary pages #otp #valak x sister irene #heroine x villain #sanguis tenebrarum #she'd probably do it just because she likes to stroke his wings #otp headcanons #death and the maiden #demon love

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nobully · 1 year

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bruh canon just changed Wang Yi’s POV completely so im like “hmm do i update canon point or wait until this story arc ends”

then again he’s so happy right now it prolly gets awful later he’s dropping flags all over the place and going to fight zombies in the frontlines im sweating for him 😰

i am the sao ling scolding Wang Yi for assuming too hecking much

#ooc #out of crimes #ah yes my ooc is either status updates or wang yi updates from the land of canon #diary styled dispatch: and in the Next Episode he should be going with the hero and heroine to the zombie virus origin grounds #god these notes sound whacky out of context #ps he took an AK47 with him gotta love that pragmatism #wang yi;

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0range-likethe-sunset · 1 year

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April 2, 2023 4:08 pm

You took my ring and the cash out of my wallet.

I'm so heart broken. We were supposed to get married tomorrow! Wasn't that important to you?! I'm so tired of this repeating cycle! I have treated people I hated better than you treat me!

I called your mom and she's tired of it too. She says it has to be a choice at this point, but if that's true, why would you choose to make everyone want to avoid you? You hate to be alone. I don't understand and I probably never will. I don't know where to go from here with you.

Your addiction to herion is not my fault, even if you try to convince me that it is. Today, you said you got high because I asked you last night if you were okay. I only asked because you were shaking your leg and biting your nails. It seems to me that the question itself wasn't the cause, but maybe the love behind it.

Do you dislike being loved? Is that your trigger?

No, I don't think that's right because you did herion long before I introduced my love to you. In fact, that's what you told me you were looking for: "I just need love, man. I swear, that's all it would take to get me off this shit. I try to fill the empty space with it, but it doesn't help. I just want to feel loved."

I wish I wasn't so naive.

#journals #heroin #diary #love and addiction #notebooks #courthouse wedding #mad at your addiction #shoot your local heroin dealer #advice please #opiod crisis #bender #loving an addict #hell on earth #satans playground #slow #love isnt enough #when to give up #is enough enough

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neopoint · 1 year

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i hate most western “otome” games that have an option for a male player because i dont believe in men having nice things but also what the fuck do people think otome means. if youre gonna add a male player just call it a dating sim or visual novel -_-

#also the heroine is like the best part of the game sometimes... i loved hoshino in cxm sooo much shes so cool #diary

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nanaosaki3940 · 2 months

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My Fav Shoujo-Josei Manga Recommendation

Currently, I've indulged myself in Korean manhwa/webtoon, so I decided to go back and read some Japanese manga for a change. And I highly recommend checking them out since these are some of my favorites. Most of them are pretty new, and it wasn't that long before they started serializing in various shoujo/josei magazines.

(Some of them are ongoing, and some have come to completion)

Veil Museru Kurai no Ai o Ageru (Choking on Love)

Firefly Wedding (Hotaru no Yomeiri) Kimi no Yokogao wo Miteita (Looking at Your Profile)

Nijuu to Seijuu (20 and The Beast) Fundari, Kettari, Aishitari

Damenzukon Kono Kekkonha Out Desuka (Getting Married To a Good-For-Nothing -Would This Marriage Work?) Hananoi-kun to Koi no Yamai (A Condition Called Love)

Unmei no Hito ni Deau Hanashi (How I Met My Soulmate) Shujinkou Nikki (Heroine's Love Diary)

Tonari no Stella (Stella Next To Me) Hikaeme ni Itte mo, Kore wa Ai (Love, That's an Understatement)

Kawaii Nante Kiitenai!! (You're My Cutie) Futarijime Romantic

Kimi to Barairo no Hibi Uruwashi no Yoi no Tsuki (In the Clear Moonlit Dusk)

Higashi Sengoku-san no Make-up Doll (Make Up For You) Isso Anata ga Todome wo Sashite

Gomen ne, Hatsukoi (I'm sorry, First Love) Kekkon Yoteibi (Date of Marriage)

Chorokute Kawaii Kimi ga Suki (I love you, my naive sweetheart!) Narita-kun wo Semetai!!

Dose Koi Shite Shimaunda (Anyway, I'm Falling in Love With You) Studio Cabana

A Sign of Affection (Yubisaki to Renren) Yakuza Fiancé: Raise wa Tanin ga Ii (I'd Prefer It If We're Strangers in Our Next Life)

Anata ga shitekurenakute mo (Even if you don't do it) It Takes More than a Pretty Face to Fall in Love (Kao Dake ja Suki ni Narimasen)

Moekare wa Orenji-iro (My Boyfriend in Orange) Na no ni, Chigira-kun ga Amasugiru (And Yet, You Are So Sweet)

Hayaku Shitai Futari (Let's do it already) Daifuku-chan to Ouji-sama (Daifuku-chan and the Prince)

Koiseyo Mayakashi Tenshi-domo (Fall in Love False Angels) Killing Line

Rinko-chan to Himosugara Koi Wazurai no Ellie (Lovesick Ellie)

Pink to Habanero (Pink and Habanero) Honey Lemon Soda

Loving Yamada at Lv999 (Yamada-kun to Lv999 no Koi wo Suru) The Ice Guy and His Cool Female Colleague

Kusuriya no Hitorigoto (The Apothecary Diaries) Skip and Loafer

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aquaristintern · 2 months

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Claudia is just so...i am now dead and have never had a family and now these demons are telling me they're my parents and they're giving me nice things and live in a fancy house so i guess i'll go along with it. is this how a daughter’s supposed to feel? i'm no longer am afraid of the things that were a threat to me outside, but still i am afraid of coming home sometimes. but then i eat and everything tastes sweet so i temporarily forget. i'm happy to play the part. i can no longer go to school or play with my friends, but i have my diaries and dolls so it'll be alright. what do you think the kids my age are doing right now? i'd visit them but i'd just end up eating them in the end. i'm so hungry. is it normal to be a little scared of my father? is it normal to often have to take care of my father, rather than the other way around? i have no way of knowing. i don't really know who they are either, no matter how much i ask. the fathers in the books i read with heroine leads are no good either, absent most of the time, cruel in others. the daughters usually don't say anything but there's a lingering feeling there all the same, as if they're longing to say something, but saying it breaks the rules. is that the way it's supposed to be? i guess i don't know how to be a daughter. maybe i was never meant to be one. sometimes when i run into his arms, though, i can feel like it for a little while.

i can't love like everyone else can. any human would be a violation. i can't be in a relationship with my 'parents'. i can't have a relationship like my 'parents'. i can't make a vampire of my own. what would love and intimacy look like for someone like me? i can't accept this loneliness like they are telling me though. i won't accept this. i will find other vampires who can love me like i deserve. maybe my father can be my brother.

my brother betrayed me. but we can patch things up again, right? we have now found new vampires who accept me and let me be me. i have actually found someone who can take care of me well and love me the funny way i would require being loved. but now my brother is once again leaving me for another man who i don't trust, who i know would hurt him and me if i stayed. i'm angry but what does it matter? he can make me what i'm owed and then i will finally be happy. i will finally be free.

but of course, it's too late. it was always too late.

#claudia #iwtv #interview with the vampire #in my claudia feels tonight :(#i say as if i'm ever not in my claudia feels

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anony-geist · 11 months

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Jonathan Harker and Doomed Bride imagery:

-Lenore (May 4th-5th): Directly referenced ('Denn die Todten reiten schnell') on the carriage ride on St. George's Eve, when evil surfaces. Jonathan, covered with flowers and a crucifix, rides with his own disguised Death all night to arrive at his octagonal room and bed, like Lenore who is supposedly led to her marriage bed, which is actually her tomb. Death and the maiden.

-Shahrazad (May 7th-8th): Jonathan, after engaging Dracula in telling him his history, says that his diary resembles the beginning of Arabian Nights. The story's heroine, Shahrazad, is the new bride of a cruel vizier who kills his own wives (on their wedding night). She distracts his wrath and delays her own doom by engaging him in storytelling. She is meant to be the next victim, once he is done with her.

An obvious parallel is May 8th, but that night it's Dracula who speaks. Jonathan is the one who normally tells stories every night, until dawn. “Why, there is the morning again!” Dracula says. Jonathan says that this nocturnal existence has been taking a toll on him.

One thing is for certain. Like her, Jonathan is next.

-Bluebeard's Bride (May 7th+May 12+May 15): Not directly referenced in the novel, however, Jonathan bears a strong resemblance to Bluebeard's new bride being warned by her lord husband to never open a forbidden room in his mansion. She disobeys and enters it. She finds the corpses of his old brides, like trophies, which he had killed. She, again, is meant to be next.

Jonathan gets warned three times and indeed disobeys, opens the room, and finds (un)dead women who the Count once loved. We find out he is to be the fourth eternally entrapped victim in their company.

Two of these stories feature a powerful noble with a brand new wife he intends to kill, like his previous ones. In both stories she delays her fate by being diplomatic and playing along for survival. Two have the theme of execution on their wedding bed. As intimate as a bite on the throat on their final night.

#dracula daily #jonathan harker #and yet Mina is the reincarnated wife...#let the bride kill her predator #bluebeard #lenore #one thousand and one nights #dracula spoilers

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 3 months

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The Dirt (Your Version)

Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.

A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Trigger warning- substance abuse, drug overdose, descriptions of drug paraphernalia.

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A/N: I've added a few paragraphs from Nikki Sixx's book 'The Heroin Diaries'. So, if you don't want to read Nikki's real words just skip past the paragraphs written in italics throughout this chapter. No judgement if you choose not to read them because Nikki's book hit hard, and I cried like a baby.

Chapter 14- The Heroin Diaries

You awoke the following morning after finally managing to fall asleep sometime during the early hours of the morning. The glass shards in your knees had been taken out and bandaged and there was now a blanket draped over you which definitely hadn't been there earlier.

"Hey." Vince's voice said gently.

You blinked, looking around realising that you were on the couch and your brother was leaning against the wall watching you with a small smile.

Why the fuck was he smiling? Nikki was fucking dead and-

"He's alive."

What?

No. This had to be a dream. You were still asleep because Nikki Sixx died last night. He was gone.

You shook your head, tears rising in your eyes, "don't... don't lie to me."

"No, no." Vince rushed across the room and knelt beside you on the couch. "Doc called. Nikki just left the hospital after pulling tubes out his nose and tearing the IV out his arm and telling everyone to fuck off."

Your jaw dropped in a mixture of shock and relief.

"Doc said he walked out with only a pair of leather pants on." Vince added like that piece of information was important. But you were barely listening to anything else too caught up on the fact that Nikki wasn't fucking dead.

"Oh my God." You whispered sitting up on the couch as tears of utter relief trickled down your face. "He's alive?" You double checked.

Vince nodded, "Nikki is alive."

You were on your feet in an instant nearly barrelling your brother over in your haste to put your shoes on.

"Whoa, where are you going?" Vince asked following you towards the front door as you slipped on your boots.

"To find him."

You grabbed your car keys and was out the door before your brother could say anything else. You pushed the speed limit by double as you sped across town to his house which was probably stupid, but in that moment, you were not thinking about anything else other than finding Nikki and making sure he was alive and had gotten home from the hospital.

He had been living in a house at Valley Vista Boulevard in Van Nuys. Doc referred to it as the 'Heroin Den' which you hated with a passion, but it was probably true. It had been years since you were last inside his house. Nikki never invited you over and you knew it had to do with his drug addiction, so you had no idea what to expect when you arrived.

There was a new 10-foot-tall security fence surrounding the house with a steel barred gate at the front. You pressed the button for the intercom, but as suspected there was no answer. Taking a stab in the dark for the pin code, you keyed in 666 and shouldn't have been surprised when it actually worked.

You made a mental note to lecture Nikki on his home security at a later date. Right now, there were more important things to focus on.

You waited impatiently for the steel gate to slide open before you hit the gas and sped up the stupidly long driveway, skidding to a halt in front of the house and rushing to the door.

"Nikki?!" You shouted knocking on the door while frantically pressing the doorbell.

You waited for a moment before knocking again but there was no answer.

Damnit, Nikki.

You tried the door handle, but it was locked.

Typical.

Glancing around the front porch your eyes landed on a large stone gargoyle statue by the door. Nikki used to keep his spare key under a similar gargoyle statue, so you stepped over to it and tried to lift it, but it was made of pure stone. There was no lifting this stupid statue. There was however a small hook behind its head and hanging on the hook was the spare key.

Wow. Nikki really needed to up his security around here.

Snatching the key from the back of the statue, you quickly slotted it into the lock and sighed with relief when the door clicked open. You rushed inside and closed it behind you while scanning the living area.

The house had changed a lot since you were last inside these walls. To say Nikki decked out his house was an understatement. Ralph Lauren, crushed velvet comforters, buried walnut antiques, more gargoyles, Persian carpets... it felt as if you had stepped into the 1800s. Even the gate and fence around the house looked medieval.

It was suiting for Nikki Sixx, and not what you were expecting in the slightest. The only problem was the bassist was nowhere to be seen.

"Sixx? Are you here?" You called out, jogging up the stairs taking two at a time. "Sixx?"

His bedroom door was slightly ajar, so you pushed it open cautiously. Clothes and rubbish were scattered over the floor of his room. Empty beer cans and Jack bottles littered his dresser along with empty doggie bags still containing small amounts of white powder.

He wasn't here though.

Where the hell was he?

You vaguely remember him and Tommy telling you once that they both liked to do drugs in their closets. You had found it strange at the time, but they insisted that the small tight spaces made them feel safe because sometimes drugs, especially heroin, made them scared and paranoid.

You turned to the closed door of the bedroom closet and hesitated.

It was more than a closet -it was a safe space, and it was private.

"Sixx?" You tried again, but there was no answer.

Without wasting anymore time, you pulled open the double doors of his closet and your stomach dropped at the sight inside.

Nikki was sprawled out across the floor. A needle still dangled from his arm. The carpet below him was covered with blood. His blood that ran down from the needle point.

He was still wearing his leather pants and no shirt, but his eyes were closed, and his skin was ghostly pale.

"Fuck, Nikki." You hissed, rushing inside trying to ignore all the used needles and drug paraphernalia everywhere as you skidded to your knees beside him.

"Sixx? Hey, hey, can you hear me? Nikki?" You called out, cradling his face in your hands. "C'mon, Sixx. Don't do this to me. Wake up!"

He was smacked out and incoherent, but he was alive.

Nikki was alive.

You reached down and carefully pulled the needle out from his arm and inspected it trying to gauge how much he had taken, but it was impossible to tell. There was still some dark liquid inside the syringe, but you didn't know how much was already in his system.

Should you be calling for an ambulance?

You glanced around the closet not knowing what to do before rushing out his room and into his ensuite turning the shower on cold because that was the only way you knew how to wake someone up.

Dragging Nikki's unconscious body out the closet and across the bedroom was a mission on its own. But you managed to get yourself sitting inside the shower with the bassist held firmly against your chest allowing the cool water to wash over him.

It didn't take long before his eyes snapped open, and he gasped awake. His groggy eyes blinked slowly as if trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened.

You quickly reached up and turned the shower off, your own clothes and hair drenched through and clinging to your body as you shifted him in your lap and cupped his cheek with your hand.

"Hey, are you with me? Nikki?" You asked, caressing his face gently as his drowsy, sunken eyes met yours.

He stared up at you for a moment his brows furrowing as he blinked before the weight of the world crashed into him. The events of everything that had happened flooded over him like waves upon waves beating him down until his blank expression cracked into something utterly broken.

"I-I'm sorry." He said, his rough voice barely above a whisper before tears welled up in his eyes and he cried.

"Shh. It's okay. I got you. It's okay." You soothed, as he curled in on himself in your lap while his body wracked with an onslaught of sobs and tears.

This was a side of Nikki Sixx that you had never seen before. A side nobody had ever seen, and it made your heart shatter seeing him so broken.

You sniffed quietly, tears threatening to spill from your own eyes as you leant down and hugged the bassist in your lap not knowing what else to do except be there for him. Both of you were drench from head to toe and you knew you should get him out of those wet leather pants and into something warmer, but that could wait. Right now, he needed this.

Eventually, you got Nikki out the shower and into a pair of sweatpants and a shirt before helping him into bed. His body was still weak and tired from the drugs. While he slept, you went through his closet, bedroom and entire house, and threw away all the drugs.

You spent hours cleaning. You went through every room, every draw, every cupboard finding all the bindles of coke, pills, booze and syringes, and disposed of the lot. His closet was deep cleaned. The blood and other bodily fluids on the floor cleaned up too. The only things you didn't dispose of were his two guns.

The double-barrel shotgun that had been leaning against the wall of his closet use to belong to his grandfather. It was an old Winchester that dated back to the early 1930s. You knew how valuable it was to Nikki, despite how much you hated him having these weapons when he was drugged out of his mind.

You picked up the 12-gauge carefully and flicked the break action lever cracking the weapon open to find two shells sitting inside.

It was fucking loaded.

Jesus.

You took out the shotgun shells from the barrel and shoved them in your pocket for the time being before stepping out the closet. Nikki was still asleep on the bed, so you walked across his room to the large body mirror on the wall that you knew had a safe built in behind it.

It might have been a while since you were last inside Nikki's house, but some things were still the same. Thankfully.

Grabbing the edge of the mirror you pulled it away from the wall exposing the safe that Nikki had built himself many years ago. You keyed in 666 again because you wouldn't put it past the bassist to use that code for everything, but it didn't work.

You paused staring at the keypad for a moment before trying 1958 and the safe clicked open.

He really shouldn't use his birth year as a safe code. If anyone broke into his house it wouldn't be hard to guess. But, right now, you were glad he did.

After placing the shotgun and two shells inside, you walked over to his bedside table where you had noticed a .357 Magnum was sitting. Pistols were not very familiar to you. Shotguns and rifles were due to the many stupid camping and hunting trips your father would force you and Vince to join him on. So, you knew how to handle those guns, but you didn't know much about pistols.

The Magnum was loaded though, you could see the bullets clearly in the cylinder and had no idea how to eject them. You'd probably be able to work it out but knew better than to fiddle with a loaded weapon. So, you carefully picked it up by the grip and ensured to keep you finger away from the trigger before putting it inside the safe and locking it shut.

Once you were sure there was not a single doggie bag or used needle left in the premises, you switched out your own wet clothes and slipped on one of Nikki's oversized shirts to wear as a dress while you put your drenched clothes into the dryer downstairs.

Upon returning to his bedroom, Nikki was still fast asleep under the blankets. He looked peaceful and younger while asleep, his features more relaxed and at ease, but his skin was still a little pale. While watching the bassist sleep, you noticed a small leather-bound notebook half hidden under the bed.

Curiosity got the better of you and you quietly walked over to the bed and picked it up.

It was an old book. The leather faded and edges torn. It wasn't uncommon for Nikki to walk around with a notepad and pen. He was constantly writing down words and sentences that he would later turn into lifechanging lyrics.

Figuring this was one of his song writing books, you opened to the first page and began to read.

'December 25th 1986 Van Nuys, 7:30pm

I guess I've decided to start another diary this time for a few different reasons... 1. I have no friends left 2. So I can read back and remember what I did the day before. 3. So if I die, at least I have a paper trail of my life (nice lil suicide note).

Merry Christmas... it's just you and me, diary. Welcome to my life.'

Your jaw dropped as you read over the word's realisation hitting you hard. This was Nikki's diary. Nikki Sixx had a diary.

Your eyes shifted from the paper to find the bassist still asleep in bed before you looked back down at the diary in your hands feeling as if you were holding Nikki's entire life in your fingers. Perhaps you kind of were.

Diaries were not meant to be read by other people. They were private. And the fact that Nikki had this hidden under his bed was enough evidence to prove that he did not want anybody ever finding this. You should put it back and pretend it didn't exist. That would be the right thing to do.

But Nikki had just overdosed yesterday. Did he write in his diary yesterday? Has he written in it since being back home from the hospital?

"You're going to hell, Y/N." You whispered to yourself before sitting down on the carpet beside Nikki's bed and flicking through the pages.

You skim read paragraphs here and there before skipping towards the back of the diary and stopped when you reached December of this year, 1987.

You glanced back up at Nikki on the bed. He was still out cold. Guilt swelled in your stomach at what you were about to do, but it wasn't enough to stop you before you began to read through his entries needing to know what happened that resulted in Nikki nearly dying.

'December 16th 1987 Hotel, Tokyo, 2pm

Lately I've been slipping deeper into thoughts of... why? I don't know why, I am just slipping deeper. Some days I don't know how much longer I can hold on, or why I would even want to. You'd think I'd be excited about selling out three nights at the Budokan but I'm rotting inside and all I smell is my putrid past... it haunts me. Maybe to you it would seem like a surface burn but the pain is too deep for surgery.

P.S. I'm so lonely I nearly called Y/N to my hotel room but that wouldn't have been good for either of us. She's still in pain. I see it in her eyes every day. She's drinking more too, but I haven't said anything. That'd be the pot calling the fucking kettle black, right? I wanted to call her into my room though... it must have been the cocaine I got from the Yakuza.'

This was not what you had been expecting to find inside Nikki Sixx's diary, although you weren't exactly sure what you had been expecting in the first place. Maybe some drunken ramblings or dirt on the other bandmembers, but not these soul wrenching words of truth.

Nikki had noticed your drinking. That wasn’t good. Were you really that bad at hiding your feelings?

'December 17th 1987 Hotel, Tokyo, noon

I know I'm dying from depression. I feel like a lost soul... like the only person left on Earth. If I died, would anybody cry? It seems to me by putting myself out of my misery I'd be killing two birds with one stone.'

'December 18th 1987 10pm

Just got offstage. Last show of the year. I don't wanna be on the road and I don't wanna go home. If I go home I'll get strung out again.'

Fuck.

Nikki knew. He fucking knew coming home to this house by himself would end badly.

Tears burned in your eyes as you read Nikki's scribbled writing. You knew Nikki was struggling, but you never realised the full extent of it.

'December 21st 1987 Hotel, Hong Kong, 7pm

I'm alone. It's not nice...

Waves of depression come over me, then anger, then disinterest. I'm already drunk, I guess, if half a bottle of Jack is drunk. I actually don't feel anything, but maybe that's just me.'

'December 23rd 1987 Van Nuys, 9:30am

Unravelling, unsure, underdetermined, unnecessary... this is what my life has boiled down to. I either have to stop or die... I can't straddle this fence any longer. I have taken into my lungs the longest breath of hell and I'm still here.'

The pages were blank after that.

That was the last thing Nikki wrote before overdosing on heroin.

You hadn't realised you were crying until a couple tears splattered onto the paper smudging the ink in two small circles. You quickly closed the diary not wanting to ruin the page before tucking the leather notebook back under the bed where you had found it and looked back up at the bassists sleeping body through teary eyes.

Nikki was practically screaming for help in these diary entries, but nobody knew. Sure, you noticed his addiction getting worse and had even called him out on it, but you didn't know how bad it had gotten.

Why didn't he come to you? You could have helped him. You could have been there for him...

Fresh tears began to spill from your eyes, so you went to the bathroom where Nikki wouldn't be able to hear you cry if he woke up. You sat on the edge of the bathtub leaning forward with your hands on your knees as you sucked in a few deep shaky breaths.

Tears streamed down your face like a river of sadness as you thought about all the pain Nikki had been silently battling with. You continued to cry, and each stifled sob echoed the loud, resounding ache in your heart.

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0range-likethe-sunset · 1 year

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I promised you I wouldn't give up, but we never really touched on what I was supposed to do if you gave up on yourself.

It is April 2, 2023 tonight is the third night you've disappeared, without any explanation as to where or why. It's honestly not even worth it to bring up; we both know where you've been going and we both know you'd lie anyway. I know it's not about me right now; it's not that you want me to hurt, its that you just dont/can't care right now. Even while reminding myself that is not personal, it's becoming very hard to "take it to the chin" as you say. I was still healing from the last bender and all of the terrorizing that came with it. I can't do that again, especially not right now..

Were supposed to meet with the judge tomorrow April 3, 2023, to get married but I'm not sure I want to go, at least not right now.

#diary #journals #heroin #love and addiction #notebooks #words #heartbreaking

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fictionadventurer · 3 months

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The Princess Diaries is a strange film franchise, because both films feature the same central heroine getting involved in a prominent romantic plotline, but the romances are with two different guys, and for the most part, it doesn't feel unsatisfying.

Like, yeah, it's odd that the relationship with Michael ends off-screen with zero emotional fallout, but people are still willing to accept both romances as acceptable stories with happy endings. Probably because a high school romance isn't necessarily expected to last a lifetime, and an adult seeking someone to marry is a very different type of love story. But it's still an odd set of stories, and I'm not sure I can think of another film franchise that pulls this off.

#the princess diaries #the princess diaries 2 #i was looking through the valentine's day collection on disney+#saw both films there and was like '...wait a minute'

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