Watched an action movie where one guy pinned another guy to the ground and gingerly swung his leg over his hip so he was straddling him and then he gently leaned down so they were chest to chest, face to face, as he pressed his elbow on his throat and intently watched him die.
And I was like....hmmmm.
Hold up.
Maybe that's how I want to die.
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you have to go to work so you can pay for your doctor, who is not taking your insurance right now, and if you say i can't afford the doctor's you are told - get a better job. it is very sad that you are unwell, yes, but maybe you should have thought about that before not having a better job.
(where is the better job? who is giving out these better jobs? you are sick, you are hurting - how the hell are you supposed to be well enough for this better job?)
but you go to the doctor because you had the nerve to be hurt or sick or whatever else. and they tell you that it is because you have anxiety. you try your best. you are a self-advocate. you've done the reading (which sometimes pisses them off worse, honestly). you say it is actually adding to my anxiety, it is effecting my quality of life. so they say that you are fat. they say that all young people have this happen to them, isn't it a medical marvel! they say that you should eat more vegetables. they say that you probably just need to lose a little more weight, and that you are faking it for attention.
(what attention could this doctor possibly give? what validation? that's their fucking job, isn't it?)
there is always a hypochondriac, right. someone always tells you about a hypochondriac. or someone who is unnecessarily aggressive during the worst days of their life. or someone looking "for a quick fix". or some idiot who wasn't educated about how to properly care for themselves who just abandons their treatment. and again, the hypochondriac, the overly-cautious hysteric. these people don't deserve to be treated like humans (right), and since you might be one of these people, you also don't get treated like a human. because those people can really fuck with the system, you now have to pay for it. and besides. you're actually probably faking it.
(more often than not, you find a 2:1 ratio of these stories. for every "hypochondriac", there are 2 people who knew something was wrong, and yet nobody could fucking find it. the story often ends with pointless suffering. the story often ends with and now it's too late, and it's going to kill me.)
you are actually just making excuses. someone else got that procedure or that diagnosis and he's fine, you should be fine too. someone else said they watched a documentary about other inspirational people with your exact same condition, maybe you should be inspirational, too. you're just too morbid. your pain and your experience is probably just not statistically concerning. it is all self-reported anyway, and you're just being a baby.
(once, while sitting down in the middle of making coffee, you had the sudden, horrible thought - i could kill myself to make the pain stop. you had to call your best friend after that. had to pet your dog. had to cry about it in the shower. you won't, but that moment - god, fuck. the pain just goes on and on.)
you know someone who went in for routine surgery and said i still feel everything. they told her to just relax. it took her kicking and screaming before they figured out she wasn't lying - the anesthetic drip hadn't been working. you know someone who went in for severe migraines who was told drink water and lose weight. you know someone who was actively bleeding out and throwing up in the ER and was told you're just having a bad period.
in the ER there are always these little posters saying things like "don't wait! get checked today!" and you think about how often you do wait. how often the days spool out. you once waited a full week before seeing the doctor for what you thought was a sprained wrist. it had actually been broken - they had to rebreak it to set it.
but you go into the doctor. the problem you're having is immediate. the person behind the counter frowns and says we're not taking your insurance. you will be paying for this out-of-pocket.
they send you home with tylenol and a little health packet about weight loss or anxiety or attention deficit. on the front it has your birthday and diagnosis. you think about crying, and the words swim. it might as well say go fuck yourself. it might as well say you're a fucking idiot. it might as well say light your money on fire and lie down in it. and the entire fucking time - the problem persists.
it's okay. it's okay, it's just another thing, you think. it's just another thing i have to learn to live with.
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Any more random Soul or other such Lore you’d like to share with us that you’ve come up with but can’t fit in the comic anywhere?
GET READY TO READ. Chara Timeline Lore!!!
Also take all of this as soft cannon. Most, if not all, will not be showing up in the comic (or at least in this amount of detail). And the comic does not need this information to make sense.
These book entries are from an in-universe source.
I hope you enjoyed the world building :> Again this is mostly all for fun!
4th Wall Break Time!
- Humans are completely oblivious to the fact “soul entities” are humans themselves. Their little heads would probably pop if they truly knew. So don’t tell them!
- Monsters are still made of dust in my AU, but they are more physical than their Undertale counterparts, only slightly…
- Both Humans and Monsters cannot do magic freely. They would need to go through extensive training to get…a Wizard license! :O
- It’s strange, but the Monsters seem more human than the actual humans in this world…huh…
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I DID A SMTH-
I would like to share - my beautiful au...
Overboard AU!
Here is the first batch of design concepts.
Sea General Howdy Pillar
Cartographer and Scholar Frank Frankly
AND NONE OTHER THAN
Captain Wally Darling
I'll be posting the rest of the gang and some info soon. For now...
Welcome aboard, neighbour...
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geto pretending to be all sweet just to tear down your walls and make you cry? yes?
he is your safe space from gojo, who is much more outward with his teasing and bullying. however, his best friend is worse, he’s manipulative. geto lets you cry into his shoulder, holds you when you’re scared to go to class, and whispers soothing words into your ears.
“i’m sorry, doll, satoru doesn’t mean it. he’s just got a lot going on. you probably just caught him on a bad day.”
as much as gojo is jealous of the time geto spends with you, he is also grateful for the words he says about him. when geto manages to convince you to forgive gojo with his honeyed words, it makes you more susceptible to his bullying.
after a night of being comforted by geto, you would see gojo again on the way to a lecture. deciding to be the bigger person, you wave at the boy, even try and smile a little bit. geto said he has a rough home life, which isn’t untrue, he also said to forgive him and that he’s really not that bad. but he is that bad. he laughs in your face and shoves you into lockers, pulls your hair, and makes rude comments about what your “mouth is good for”
you cry and cry, and after class try to find geto, only to see him laughing with gojo while looking at his phone. you feel your stomach drop as you get closer. they’ve set their home screens as pictures of you, teary eyed and not looking at the camera. oblivious to the photo being taken.
gojo’s was taken earlier that morning while you were picking up your books, but geto’s was a picture of you crying into his shirt. he looks at you, nothing but amusement behind his eyes. “sorry, sweetheart. you’re so pretty when you cry.”
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Full-Size / True Color Version
Sometimes I think about the fact that first living being to orbit the Earth couldn't understand what was happening to her, couldn't understand the history she was making. Laika wasn't a volunteer. The technology to bring her back alive didn't exist. They sent her up anyway. She died, scared and alone, in a malfunctioning spacecraft hastily built to meet a political deadline.
When her heart rate tripled from the stress of acceleration, did she understand the magnitude of what she was experiencing? When she saw the stars outside her little window, did she believe the world had gone dark? In her final hours, did she feel wonder, or just fear?
"The more time passes, the more I’m sorry about it. We shouldn’t have done it. We did not learn enough from this mission to justify the death of the dog. When you understand that you can’t bring back Laika, that she perishes out there, and that no one can bring her back…that is a very heavy feeling."
Oleg G. Gazenko
For me, there's some small consolation, at least, in knowing that although her death was unnecessary and cruel, Laika will never be forgotten. I love you, Laika. May you find peace among the stars.
Prints are available here.
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