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sunshines-child · 4 days
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this was funnier in my head
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“Kid I’m trying to give you a prophecy” “I am the monster rawr rawr rawr”
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tyanis · 4 months
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Poll: Tumblr polls should have a 3 day option or let us set a customizable length.
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Sometimes I want a poll to last longer than a day... but maybe not for a whole ass week. Hell, maybe I want month long polls. Get a real big sample size.
Whatever.
I am grumpy.
Validate my feelings with this poll.
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Alois: "Hey Ciel, this are my three demon servants. Their names are Timber, Thompson, and Canterbury" Ciel: *proceeds to mix up their names the whole time or just call them "those three"* Alois: "Damn, I'm sorry guys" Timber: "It's ok. We do look similar." Thompson: "He probably just doesn't know how it feels to be mixed up with someone else." Canterbury: "Humans are dumb anyway." Triplets, when they get the news, that Ciel has an identical twin, and was living under his name for the past 3 years:
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gumballavocadoharry · 11 months
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Drinking:
The pressure of being in a fast paced world overcame you like an inconceived tornado, striking through the night. You soured at tense feelings of inadequacy you felt from a day to day perspective; feeling angered at the sight of seeing yourself in this mistake and waste of human being, not being able to come forward to anyone of your downfalls out of fear of rejection or indifference. A path you knew all too well, after the many failed attempts at a call for help.
So you bottled it up. But at the price of feeling an unusual aggregate amount of disgust and utter hatred at yourself for being a cowardly and revolting version of the people you swore you would never become. But despite the struggling mindset, and the misunderstanding of the right words to say, you weren't like them in the way you thought....but you didn't put in work to better yourself either. Instead, numbing every sensation of cramped emotion with glass bottle full of poison.
The summers were shooting fast. A backhand of cool air hit your face as you laid in the path of the air conditioner in your bedroom. The breeze was good, but yet your mind was still burning from the immense thoughts that clouded your memory of only the most cynical dreams, that overshadowed peace for you. Not even your boyfriend Harry, could sense the tenderness from unhealed gashes that would open themselves up and bleed.
After all, it was hard living a childhood with a narcissist.
But you were here now. Safe. Not really. Your mind was dungeon that you wanted to free yourself from, but lacked the confidence to do such. So there you stayed in your self imprisoned sinkhole, that only you could take yourself down. Grabbing another bottle, you goose stomped downstairs and out the door.
You sat in your car, calling Harry, waiting for just one single reply hoping it might cajole yourself from what you were about to do. But nothing. So....to the bar it is.
One drink, two, three, four......lost count. But I guess you would when you start to feel dizzy and then your head hits the cold wooden floor. Your eyes flickered only a couple hour later in a hospital room.
Upon opening, you now realize there are Iv's in your left arm, and Harry's hand in your right. His gentle fingers, caress your hand patiently, almost like he had waited days for your eyes to open themselves. "You passed out from alcohol poisoning," You heard a raspy small voice say. You rolled your orbs, to see a furrowed eyebrow Harry, staring intently at his little failure.
Your wizened mouth opened to speak, hoping something other than bitter dryness would escape. But instead, tears fell to the side of your eyes, drooling on the pillow. You prepared yourself for the sharp skewer to impale you like a kabob. Your lungs shook with fear, pity and death all at once. The patheticness of knocking in death's door due to your own stupidness and victimization of being trapped, despite the light being at the end the foreseeable tunnel.
"Are you alright yn? How do you feel?" You shook your head, shamefully wanting to pull the plug right then and there. "I don't know," You swallowed harshly. "Stupid, washed up, dead.....yeah, dead." You slowly close your eyes, still not being able to look into Harry's. You could feel your power slowly leaving your body, not being able to question why Harry was even here in the first place.
Getting yourself into trouble was just the start of your downhill....that is at least how you felt. It wasn't until your boyfriend's amiable touch to the forehead, sent you into a cascade of sappy sobs. "My life is over," You cried, allowing your tongue tied muscle to retract into only the silent meaning behind those tears. Harry just held you close to him.
"It'll be okay yn.....we'll be alright."
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ainyan · 8 months
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Hi guys.
It's been a shitty day.
Tell me about the costume your OC would wear to go trick or treating for a modern-day All Saints' Wake. Bonus if you can get me some kind of reference or picture. <3
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ladydisdainsstuff · 6 months
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People who are better at art than I am, I can't take the idea of "the Revenge does Mamma Mia" out of my head, especially Wee John, the Swede and Izzy doing Super Trooper...
Can someone with actual drawing skills make this better?🤣❤️
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dk-thrive · 7 days
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Better is right here.
I wanted to find these kids in a moment of calm. To take their lapels gently in my hands and say, “Better is right here.” I still hear it in Lark’s voice. Better is here. Stay, and make it better.
— Leif Enger, I Cheerfully Refuse: A Novel (Grove Press, April 2, 2024)
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They will leave, they all do eventually.
No one is there permanently.
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You don't have to prove you're "getting better" to talk about your mental illness
You don't have to end every vent post with what steps you're taking to "be better"
You're doing your best, that's all you can do. And if you need to break down, if you feel like shit- you don't have to justify it.
It's your fucking life, it's YOUR brain.
Everyone supports mental health until someone starts showing symptoms, but you're allowed to be sick. You're allowed to be at a low point. All things pass and this will too, but take them time to just be fucked up. It's harder to take care of yourself when you're thinking about how EVERYONE else is feeling
Be fucked up, it's okay. Just come back to us when you're done
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tteokdoroki · 1 year
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anyways im writing a gojo thing
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and-then-she-said · 1 year
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Help
I just watched The Suicide Squad (yes, THAT one) and need Fix-it fic recommendations where Flag doesn’t die.
It can be smut, fluff, close calls, whatever. I just need him to live! Please, for the love of fandom.
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yeenybeanies · 11 months
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I love Make It Better, I just wanna say that right off the bat. Major brainrot. It had me thinking of a question in terms of the lore. Do you think that logically/logistically speaking giant killers could have been a thing centuries ago within that universe?
hey howdy! thanks!! glad you’re enjoying it!! ❤️
i’ve gotten a lot of lore questions!! to the point where i think i might make a FAQ or a run-down of the giant lore in this AU i’ve built —w—
but to answer this question: no.
i mean, not, like specifically. like, giant hunter was never a profession so much as, like, someone was a serial killer. no, human & giant kind evolved to have a mutualistic relationship long, long before civilization came about. giants & humans have always lived together, always coexisted, built their civilizations together.
so no, giant killers were/would be just serial killers that target giants.
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07-induraj · 1 year
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Stars of the past
Everyone has pasts;
Few seems to have it nice,
Some are still paying the price,
Most of 'em only knows the pain & agony, as much as twice.
Those memories always come back in a concise;
Because few of 'em brings delights,
Because some of 'em reminds of sleepless nights,
Because most of 'em plays again the suffer & frights.
When I find me there, it makes me wanna rewrite;
And turn few of 'em into fine-wine,
And some to make 'em shine,
And to call most of 'em mine.
I wish I could go back & makestars re-align;
For few to let go,
For some to hold onto,
For most to live that again & maybe make it undo.
Written by 07-induraj
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howifeltabouthim · 1 year
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She wrapped her arms around him, wishing she could squeeze away the sadness in his voice.
Shannon Messenger, from Exile
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mysteriouslyjollyheart · 11 months
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Darkness defeats
Making you weak.
Seek the One
That gives life and light.
He makes life better
Bringing abundant life.
Living on the inside
Helps you to shine bright.
In this dark, evil world
We need the light.
Everything is better
With Jesus by your side.
Love, Amy
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https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS83RdPXS/
Kitty got NERVES OF STEEL 😳
SHE DIDNT EVEN BLINK!
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