I honestly don’t care who wins Purgatory I just need BOLAS?!?! to deteriorate even further and become absolute menaces to Soulfire. This event is the most fun when the players are acting unhinged!
More like IF I come back amirite, also stop making me feel guilty, also learn to spell (paralegal? Parallel? ...never mind doesn't parramatta), also like it's my fault she hires 53 accountants that can only do accounting and 1 admin person to send out the tax returns and invoices and
I can’t believe I started this AU five years ago as a silly joke and now I’m absolutely feral over it.
Because!
Because for Felix it’s like, what if you’ve never been able to trust a single emotion you feel because you can’t be sure if it’s your own or if it’s someone else’s that you’ve mistakenly collected into your subconscious? What if you’ve never been able to trust a single emotion someone’s felt about you because you can’t be sure if it’s what they actually feel or if it’s your own that you’ve mistakenly projected onto them? So you resolve not to feel at all, to train your mind and body until you’re more a weapon than a person, and set yourself on an arrow-straight trajectory, always moving forward. But how do you stay the course when the only person who has made you want to feel is always there, footstep for footstep, urging you along? What truly scares you more, that they don’t mean the things they say, that the devotion they claim to feel is just a resonance of the feelings they inspire in you? Or that they do? You are a weapon, now. You are only capable of inflicting pain. But for a weapon, you do so fear the fresh wound’s sting.
Because for Sylvain it’s like, sometimes you become the thing you fear the most simply by trying to run away. You were born to prove someone else’s point, to provide validity to a interplanetary thesis. Raised by one parent to triumph in a war that ended before you were even born, by the other to carry the banner of a legacy. Little thought was given to your wishes. You sit squarely between two worlds, a human tether, but what—or who—is it that tethers you? You’ve loved him for so long, now. It doesn’t feel the same, loving anyone else, no matter how many times you’ve tried. So what will you do when he leaves, when he abandons you to the emptiness you’ve been trying to drown in the depths of your feelings for him? When it is only you, left in the dark. Without the legacy, without the future that was chosen for you. Who do you become, then?
yall.. ive been gathering up energy since the semester ended and i finally cleaned out my fridge today.. there was over 20 dishes to wash and a 30 gallon trash bag filled completely i also broomed and mopped my room and the kitchen and wiped down the counters
ive struggled super hard these past two years through a nasty breakup and moving back to my parents and struggling through my mothers shit treatment then my awful job that sucked all the life out of me for months on end and destroyed my self esteem then my health issues on health issues and my mental health taking a severe slide i just. i always had into1 they really made me so happy and there was always something to make me smile. and i always knew they were a temporary group but the reality didnt really hit me, it still hasnt really hit me that theyre not together any more... i miss them already and its only been like 3 hours. when something has really meant a lot to you for that long its so difficult to let go even when you knew it was going to end. i have some close close friends i met through being fans of into1. they truly brought so many people together and they love each other so muvh and its not the end of their friendship but its the end of them publicly interacting.. theyll be out there on their own but them being a group was really the peak for me, the interactions and seeing them be such close friends... its what rly made me happiest. this is so rambly im sorry i just have a lot of emotions. its sort of like losing an emotional crutch and theyve been so much to me for so long. you can tell by how much of my art folder over the past two years has just been into1. this is just from my phone as well i don't save all my art on my phone
im just. im going to struggle without them and adjusting will be. not fun. theyve had such a good influence on my life. im excited to see what they do next but I'm also going to miss them like a missing limb
yeah lmao i definitely dont like my psychiatrist anymore
not that she's doing or saying anything wrong, but she is definitelyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy not able to see where im coming from about pretty much anything important.
BUT WAIT thats not true lmao she is doing or saying something wrong! she keeps trying to Do Therapy on me even though i already have a therapist that i really really like and who understands me extremely well and just
Quasi-Kuro related ramblings about the demons under the cut
(most of it is in the tags)
Demons as catalysts for change and upheaval, or at least ardent advocates for it, using their presence to tip the scales
Could demons be summoned with less for less, through sacrifices that don't involve bloodshed but still have the power to drastically alter the course of one's life?
I've never lived by myself before. Sure I've had my own spaces, and for a very brief stint in the military I had my own dorm room, but that's not really living alone, that's not complete and full autonomy over your space, your actions, yourself. There's always considerations of other humans in environments like that.
It's an experience I wanted. I told my spouse, I'm going to get a place for a month, to see what it's like. Just a month, locally, I'm not vanishing, I'll just be down the road. I want to know what it's like to live alone, but also I don't want to leave my beloved mountain town.
I had a few thoughts around it. It's been a hard winter, and we've been on the rocks a little, our dynamic shifting. It's a transition period for me and those are always rough for him. I wanted some space, to let winter related frustrations and cabin fever run its course safely, not let that stress cause damage other places. It's always easier for us to talk through stuff when we're physically separate anyway. I went into this with as much consideration for him as I did for me.
I wanted the space to be able to think through what this transition looks like. What he and look like. What that means for the future. To have the space to authentically have the conversations. I also wanted the space for discovery.
Who am I? Who am I without consideration of others? Who am I when all I have to do is exist for me?
Who am I?
When I don't have to consider the impact on other people, what do my actions look like?
When I don't have to take into account other people, what do I do? How do I behave? What do I say? What do my days look like, my evenings, my time?
who am i
When I can choose when, where, and how I have another human being in my space? Who am I, when I can choose whether or not to engage with another person's thoughts, feelings, emotional state, wants, needs, desires? Who am I with boundaries.
That's it, there, isn't it.
Who am I, when I am able to be me, wholly, fully, for me, and no one else. Who am I when I'm able to draw a line between the way I exist, and the way another person exists. Who am I when I allow myself to have needs, and allow those needs to be my priority. Who am I when I can be fully, authentically, autonomously me?
what does that look like
Today I had a visceral and shocking dissociative experience seeing myself on a video. I don't know this person. This isn't me. This isn't reflective of how I feel, how I know myself to be, my shape, my sense of self. This isn't the concept of Me that I hold in my mind.
Then again, how could I ever expect to recognize myself if I don't know who I am outside of the simulacrum I've been for every person I've lived with? This shapeless conglomerate of personalities and behaviors crafted to serve others, bursting at the seams, too much to contain within this form any longer.
Who am I is distressing, it's disruptive, it's... well, it's scary. Chaotic. Unknown. But I know change happens in chaos. Discovery. Growth. Opportunity.