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#forcemasc#autoandrophilia#force masc#ftm#ftm hypno#androphilia#ftm t4t#transmasc#sometimes I see your accounts and get sad#I promise it gets better#community is important#dms r always open if u guys need 2 talk
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*gently places angsty Twig comic in your hands*
There comes a point in healing, sometimes, where you must grieve the child you never got to be, and bury her along with the desperate hope of one day somehow becoming her.
It isn’t fair. And it never will be.
But you grieve the child, still.
#hey so do you think the PMD universe has a concept of PTSD or#I gotta admit I’m not so sure about posting this one either ;w;#i like. never make my angstier works public. so this is very new to me#man this AU really is just Twig Going Throught It huh#I promise it gets better#there’s a happy ending pending#Twig just has to get to a point where she can’t keep pushing things aside#she’s got to hit rock bottom so hard it knocks enough sense into her to ask for help#also when Young Twig appears beside Adult Twig she’s not literally there!#not sure if that was clear#Twig talking about how she feels messed up just reminded Grovyle of something she said while a human#it was a lil flashback on his end#*slips tumblr a $20 bill* please let this be less blurry than the last comic#stuff by sofie#the present is a gift AU#pmd2#pmd eos#pmd explorers#pmd sky#pmd#pmd au#pmd comic#pmd grovyle
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Punk Princess
Ao3| Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| Part 5 | Part 6| Part 7| Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10| Part 11 (Next Part)
(I'm so sorry for this)
Steve’s been sitting on his feelings for a few weeks now, and he’s more than sure that Eddie is someone he wants to be with in the long term. He’s so sure, he’s been planning the perfect way to ask him out for a few days now, and he’s almost got it exactly how it needs to be, when things kinda just go to shit.
He decided on his fishnets with a long kilt today, bright and matching the school colors because it’s an important game in the basketball season, and he pairs it with his spiked denim jacket with his battle vest pulled over it, a T-shirt that he took scissors to the sleeves cut so low it shows off the nailed baseball bat tattooed on his ribcage.
He’s excited for the game tonight, because he's going to actually have people in the stands supporting him. Robin has band so she’s always kind of there (of course she’d be there even if she didn’t), but he’d been planning on asking Hellfire to join in the stands tonight to watch. It’s the first time he’s going to be inviting anyone to see him play, and he’s beyond excited he has the club as friends now.
Steve’s never had a big group of friends before, and he’s a little overwhelmed sometimes that so many genuine people want to talk to him throughout the day. All because he ditched what he thought would make him well liked, and embraced something that not only made him happy, but helped him really truly be himself.
“Someone’s in a good mood this morning.” Robin chirps, grabbing Steve’s arm and placing it over her shoulders so she can nuzzle into Steve’s side, sighing happily at the contact. She’d replaced the purple in her hair with a forest green last night when she’d added it to the back ends of Steve’s hair, stating that she needed to match him, so people know he was her best friend. Steve’s entire body felt warm with love today.
“I’m just excited, Robs. This is a big game and I’m going to be in for the whole time probably, and I’m gonna ask the Hellfire boys to come too, so I might actually have people in the stands cheering for me that actually matter.” His happy energy seems to be contagious because Robin pulls back from him and links their hands together instead so she can swing them back and forth between them, the spiked bracelet she has on brushing the inside of Steve's wrist.
“I can’t wait for them to see you in your natural element, Steve. You glow when you play basketball.” She’s got a big cheesy grin on her face as she leads him out to the bleachers. They’ve started sitting with Hellfire during their free period now. The group accepts them in with open arms, and Robin and Gareth have formed some kind of bond over complaining about Steve and Eddie so the transition was easy.
“Hello boys!” Robin cheers loudly, her smile only seeming to widen as she plants herself on the bench next to Gareth and steals one of his baby carrots.
“What’s up Birdie?” Jeff beams, ruffling her hair. Steve’s eyes are instantly drawn to Eddie who’s been unusually quiet as they walk up and has to stifle the laugh he feels bubble up.
Eddie’s face is beat red and his mouth is slightly open, his eyes locked firmly on Steve’s exposed legs and trailing up his body. Subtly Steve adjusts his jacket just as Eddie's eyes get to his midsection so he can catch a glimpse of the ink on his skin.
“You have three tattoos?” Eddie’s voice comes out kinda strangled, fish mouthing as he meets Steve’s eyes. “Also are you wearing a skirt?” His face is steadily growing redder, the blush traveling down his cheeks to his neck.
“It’s a kilt.” Steve offers, smirking. He can hear Eddie muttering under his breath but it's too quiet for him to make out, so he throws himself onto the bench next to him, stretching his legs out and crossing them at his ankles. His heavy boot heel digging into the dirt below them.
“So I’ve got a question.” Steve tries to keep his voice nonchalant, but he feels his excitement seep in and he can’t contain the giddy smile forming on his face as he looks at all his friends, god his friends, sitting around him.
“I’ll literally do anything for you as long as you keep that kilt on.” Eddie responds, Robin and Gareth make a fake gagging noise in the background. Steve throws his head back and laughs, feeling lighter than he has in a very long time.
“So tonight’s like a super important game for basketball and I was wondering if you guys would come watch me play? I know its last minu..” Eddie holds up a hand cutting him off.
“Steve, Hellfire is tonight.”
“Well yea I know, but I figured we could do it tomorrow or something since I have the game and wouldn’t be able to make it anyways.” A small thread of dread starts to snake its way into Steve’s stomach as he watches Eddie’s face morph into displeasure.
“Cancel Hellfire for… Basketball?” Every word of that sentence is coated with a venom Steve’s never had Eddie direct at him before, and the thread of dread turns into an entire lead brick in his stomach.
“Well yea, that way we can… do both?” He says it like a question, watching Eddie spring up from the bench next to him and begin to pace in front of the group.
“We don’t cancel Hellfire Steve. We’ve never canceled Hellfire. And you want to do it for some stupid basketball game? You’re choosing that shit over us?” He gestures around to the rest of their friends, a sharp anger in his eyes as he looks at Steve.
“I just thought it would be nice to have like real fr…”
“I should have known you didn’t really care about me, us, this group. Fucking prioritizing your stupid jock game over Hellfire. Jesus Steve, your true colors really have been sitting below the surface this whole time haven’t they?”
Steve feels ice cold.
He’s fighting off the sting of tears threatening to fall as he stands up and squares his shoulders, pulling on everything in him that he can, to bite back at Eddie. But he can’t find any heat in his veins to even begin to add to the words, so his shoulders deflate as he lets out a breath shaking his head.
“Just forget it man, I’ll send Dustin or something to sub for me tonight.” It comes out in a neutral tone as he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets to try to bring some warmth back to them.
“Bullshit. Don’t bother Steve. You’ve shown where your priorities are. Consider Sir Stephen no longer a part of the campaign.”
Steve just walks off before the tears can fall, biting his knuckles to hold in a sob.
Bullshit. Steve should have known better. He really should have. He’d assumed that Eddie would be different, that Eddie would be open to all sides of Steve like he was open to all sides of him. But at the end of the day, apparently Eddie still saw him as King Steve, and nothing was probably ever going to change that.
He can distantly hear Robin shout something at Eddie before she’s running up to him and throwing her arm around his shoulder. Tucking him into her side the same way he always does to her.
Steve should just stick to Robin. Maybe he was only destined for one friendship. Maybe he wasn’t someone who should ask for more than that.
Robin was enough anyways.
She always was.
(I don't think I'll be able to post again until Sunday, but know I love you guys, and the angst doesn't last forever, the boys are just Teenagers that have things they need to learn and unlearn.)
Ao3| Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| Part 5 | Part 6| Part 7| Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10| Part 11 (Next Part)
#Punk Steve#Punk!Steve#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#Steddie fic#you can blame whatthemeepever for enabling the angst in this bad boy#i PROMISE it gets better#I swear on Dustins Mother#just stupid boys being stupid#Punk Princess fic
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It's great to notice how your own writing is developing and improving over time, but the humiliation that comes with rereading/remembering your older works...oh lord...
#especially when its a series#and you know that people need to read the shitty chapters first :(#i promise it gets better#tea time
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Keep On Standing- a song by me :D
(Note: Just a little song/poem I wrote- I hope you enjoy it!)
I get scared sometimes
Of never rising up
Of being the failure they think I am at school
I get sad sometimes
When I think about what could’ve been
My thoughts, they don’t calm down, and then
I’m stuck
But if only out of spite, or out of fear
I’m still standing
If only ‘cause I’m too scared to die here
I’m still living
You watch me fly
It’s worth it even if I cry
If only cause there’s so much left to do
You wait for me, I’ll stay here just for you.
Since I was young
I’ve always been a little different
And the folks around me never understood.
Since I was young
They always loved my high potential
Now that I’ve slowed down a little
I am stuck.
But if only out of spite, or out of fear
I’m still standing
If only ‘cause I’m too scared to die here
I’m still standing
You watch me fly
It’s worth it, damned if I don’t try
If only cause there’s so much left to do
You wait for me, I’ll stay here just for you.
If there’s a better place
I’ll find it!
If there’s a better life out there
It’s ours!
I haven’t gone so long
And suffered so damn much
To let them tell me I’m not worthy of life!
So to anyone who thinks they’re not enough-
You keep standing
To anyone who just wants to give up-
Just keep living
One day you’ll fly
You’re worth it, dear, so please just try
Try to stay, there’s so much left to do
And if no one else is there, I’m here for you.
If no one else, I’m always here for you.
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almost my two year attempt anniversary, and almost one year clean from self harm. you can do it, it is so difficult but i promise you things will turn out.
#tw sh#tw sui attempt#i promise it gets better#when i get really awful#i give myself small things to look forward to#seeing friends or family#someone you admire#a package#a little treat#anything#and it helps a lot
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Avatrice wings of desire AU: I know now what no angel knows [chapter 2/4]
Usually, when coming upon a body with Lilith, she would whisper a prayer, touch it, and move on. It was a rare enough occurrence and, since the soul had already long departed, there was nothing they could do. Now she stared, her solitude making her bold. She marvelled at the sight of the man, his mouth hanging open, fingers curled into loose fists at his sides in the water. The only sound Beatrice could hear was the gentle slap of water against concrete and the occasional distant cry of a bird – or a man. She placed a palm against his forehead and gazed and gazed.
There was absolutely nothing.
She understood then, how some people, upon seeing a dead body, would lose all belief in life after death. He looked so utterly empty, utterly abandoned.
Companion playlist link!
#this one got long oops#its gonna get so much gayer you guys#sorry for starting off the chapter so dark oops#i promise it gets better#i just suckkkkk at writing conflict#anyway#wings of desire au#warrior nun#avatrice#warrior nun fan fic#avatrice fan fic#ava silva#sister beatrice#ava x sister beatrice
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He Sent a Lion After Us, Bambi.
#comic#nature born#nature born comic#bambi#rhoda#bits#Reelis#please read it#I promise it gets better
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THE TRAIN BACK TO TWELVE - CHAPTER 25
(Delly)
"I brought you food. In case you're hungry."
I suspected it must be around dinner time when I started to hear all the voices around me, but I made no move to leave my cocoon. I'm not really hungry, anyway. I don’t answer him, but I still move enough so I can look at him. He hasn’t showered yet, his hair unruly and floppy after a day’s work. He sits down, cross legged, close enough that we could touch. We don’t.
“We’re having a district meeting in a few minutes. We have the new list for the house's assignments. You and Saul still get house number five.”
Thom’s eyeing me with caution as if he’s afraid I might break at any point. Pointless, obviously, because I think I broke long before he entered the tent.
“I’m gonna…” He breathes out, running a hand through his hair, a look of helplessness on his face. I look away, and bury myself again in my sleeping bag. After a few minutes of silence he gets on his knees and opens the tent, presumably to head for the district meeting.
“I’m sorry, Delly.” He finally says before heading out.
“Why?” I ask him and he freezes for a few seconds. He ends up coming back inside, closing the tent after him.
“Why are you sorry, Thom?” I sit up, pushing the sleeping bag aside with force. “Are you sorry because you have no qualms in living with me in a tent but have no intention of actually moving in with me once we have a house? Or are you sorry because your ex felt compelled to share your sexual preferences with me? Please, Thom, enlighten me.”
“Delly…”
“Or wait… is it Saul? Is that what you’re sorry about? Are you sorry because when you agreed to have him living with us in the same tent you didn't anticipate how much of a hindrance that would be? Or… or… or are you sorry…” My voice grows louder and tears are running down my face, and even though I tried to contain the first ones, I don’t really care at this point. “...are you sorry that you tied yourself to me, now that she’s back and she wants you again?”
He grabs my neck and presses his lips against mine, and I am weak enough to give in for a few seconds.
“I love you, Delly. I love…”
“DON’T! DON’T SAY THAT TO ME, not today! You had six weeks to tell me that, and you say it to me now?” I say, pulling away from him. The look of hurt on his face is enough to make me look away, and I focus on the small stack of books we have to our right. My garden book. The catalog that he uses to order stuff from the train. A romance novel that we borrowed from Peeta two weeks ago, and take turns reading it, but really haven’t gone beyond the first chapter.
He takes my hand and I let him. It’s Thom’s favorite way to show affection in public, because it’s discreet enough to go unnoticed. It has become second nature for us to hold each other's hand, but right now it feels foreign to me, as if I was holding it for the first time.
“You know, Delly, you have to know, you’re the only one I want. I don’t care that she came back. I don’t want anyone else. It’s you, it was always you, from the moment I met you. What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry that I ever got involved with her? I am, Delly, I deeply, deeply regret it. It was nothing but a waste of my time, and a source of distress to you. If I could, I would erase it all, BUT I CAN’T.”
Read the rest on AO3
#I promise it gets better#Delly needs a hug#delly cartwright#Thelly#Thom x Delly#Delly x Thom#The hunger games#THG fanfiction#The train back to twelve#rebuilding district twelve#post mockingjay
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Eddie was so out of line for that
The only ask I will be answering until later cause I wanna give people a chance to also want to murder me :)
#i'm nice like that#I PROMISE IT GETS BETTER#stranger things x reader#eddie munson x reader#raining hellfire
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I'll never recover from chapter 6 😭😭😭
IM SORRY!!! 🥺😩
#i promise it gets better#soonish#😬#forgive me#🫶🏼🩵#have and eddie mwah kiss <3#army!eddie/babysitter!buck au
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yo here’s your reminder that despite all the shit that humans have done we’re actually really okay. like we are chill. we are okay. we will be okay. shits kinda fucked up rn. and that’s okay. we will be okay. we always have been. we are nothing if not survivors. we will take care of each other. talk to your neighbor. take care of yourself. take care of each other. be a part of it. look around, see how we are okay? that we can be okay? that we will be okay? okay. most people don’t hate you. lots of people live you. I love you. we will be okay. we will be okay. we will be okay. it’s going to be okay.
#at least some of this is for me#but if you need to hear this#stick around.#ily#ily so much#i love me too#i promise it gets better#i promise it’ll turn out fine#you got this#screaming to the void
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anyway in the past week the irish government has voted down two motions which would have condemned the genocide in gaza.
i need everyone to stop lionising ireland as if its not also a european government with strong ties to the us. american weapons pass through shannon airport and will continue to, because yesterday the motion to stop that was voted down 83 to 50.
other governments have done much more but somehow people still act as though ireland is the ultimate palestinian ally and exempt from criticism on its handling of palestine bc it was once colonised, even though that past experience clearly isnt being taken into account by the irish government when creating policy.
i live here i know there’s a lot of public support and sympathy for palestine, which is great, but that isnt reflected in government, and i think ireland should be treated like other countries whose governments have done nothing.
#i mean i think theres also a discrepancy btwn the govt and the people on palestine bc there hasnt been a general election since early 2020#before the last few rounds of aggression by israel brought it back into mainstream western discussion#but also theres a degree of privilege in ppl not having felt the need to think abt it in 2020 yk. palestinians have been thinking abt this#since 1948#there’s also the fact that ideological support of palestine absolutely doesn’t equate to better treatment of muslims#i can promise you this country is still very islamophobic and racist no matter where you go#and i feel like that gets glossed over when ireland is treated as the ultimate ally of palestine when. realistically. it isnt#be quiet b#sorry this is like paragraphs but im becoming frustrated 👍#ive seen other posts abt this im not the first to say it they were just unrebloggable. understandably
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For anyone who needs to hear this right now: it does get better.
High school is not a good determination of what adult life and college/university will be like. Mental health improves over time as you learn more and get to be yourself. Life gets easier as you live and experience new things and make new friends. You'll find out so much more about the world than you ever thought was possible in your bubble.
Your body will heal back stronger, you will learn new things about yourself, you will love others and love yourself and learn to be cringe and have fun. You will appreciate the world in new ways, and be able to look at the past and process your grief and pain and trauma from a safe place.
And, one day, you will finally be able to look in the mirror, and see the person you've always wanted to be staring right back at you.
It does get better. You just have to be there to see it.
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“Take my hand” pages 16-18
1 -> 3 - day 4 - swap
#nmweek23#narumitsu#wrightworth#phoenix wright#miles edgeworth#fan art#fan comic#aa#rendevok#says ‘some time later’ bc im laughing at myself and also i said they had been kissing the whole time it took me to get to the next part#hope you liked your 8 month kissing session boys <333#shoutout to edgeworth! i will be laughing at him via phoenix for the entirety of this comic#speaking of living vicariously i am so sorry for the sappy bullshit i put into their mouths but alas. *I* am a big sap!#this was one of those ones i was like ‘WOULD THEY THO oh wait who cares’ can i get a CHEERS BRO?#i’d like to promise that it gets better but. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)#until next time… [tuxedo masks into the night]
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Cody surrounded by family and the people he loves, because that is what he deserves
#commander cody#obi wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#ahsoka tano#clone trooper jesse#captain rex#clone trooper boil#clone trooper waxer#arc trooper fives#arc trooper echo#coday#cody day 2224#cody my beloved#codywan#cody deserves all the happiness he can get and I think he's the happiest when he's with his family#so here you have a nice time to chill by the beach after a joint mission with 501st#I will learn to design better clothes at some point I promise :'D#these are so stupid#but I didn't want to spend overly long with this one and the multiple characters already gave me a headache hahaha#I love them all so much#fives you'll regret whatever you're going to do#though Anakin's totally there for it
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