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schumaquinho · 3 months
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coming to realize my type in men is basically non existent in my area and that i’ll have to move abroad if i ever want to find someone
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xlostxgirlxoxo · 3 months
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The pain you feel when you realize a person you thought you can trust 100% keeps lying to you.
The pain you feel when you can't talk about it because you're miles apart.
The pain, that is so strong, that you can not even cry.
The thought that you deserve it. That it is your fault. What have I done wrong? Can I be better?
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cyruspavels · 4 months
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Bye Bye Barry, Adios
My mother engrained (ingrained) in me That any science claiming knowledge of the human mind in accordance to the stars and their date of birth must be witchcraft.
Churches instilled and reinforced similar ideas. Loyal churchgoers, even more so because many of them believe that anything that questions God is opposing God, and that's just not the case for all humans now, is it?
The older I become the more I understand that there are NO COINCIDENCES, anymore. Things happen the way they need to, especially when you pray to God.
The horoscope is something I've been pitched to by too many people regarding how it pinpoints the characters of nearly all people born under the same zodiac signs.
The horoscope is an astrological chart or a map of the sky that is like a snapshot of where the stars and planets and moons were when you were born and what exact angles they were all facing.
Now, Let's go somewhere else for a quick second: Think of cooking crack lol, and how all the ingredients must be mixed a specific way to get your final product/result. Let's say the number of strokes you mix varies—then so will that products consistency, at the end when it is done.
Still, the formula will be similar enough to one another to get a similar final product where the customers won't be able to notice much difference unless the difference in spins of the spoon while mixing were major/huge. We can do this for a cake or pastries, food recipes, etc.
I have observed over many years that I can pinpoint certain people's zodiac sign on first meeting them. That, to me, means that there are certain similarities or traits in the people born around or under the same zodiac signs.
I'm not sure what the science is and I don't think we fully understand that part yet when it comes to astrology, but I do get to understand more of myself now..
I always wondered if I was odd for never getting any RIAA-Certified Gold and Platinum Awards like the Record Plaques my peers would try hard to get.
Last night I'm watching a documentary on Amazon titled: Bye Bye Barry and about twenty-three minutes in I get a phone call from Ryder. At some point I begin to tell her how amazing the documentary is and how Barry didn't seem to care that he could break records or when he broke them or for awards and accolades. He saw football as a team sport and he was one component and that's what he cared about. Ryder then asked me when his date of birth is, as she always does and when I look him up he has the same exact birthday as mine.
And now I understand more of ALL of those things even more now. More of the star maps, More of the differences between people who were designed for Good and those that were not. There are crystal clear differences between the two and they are miles apart.
CP'23
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kaitlinj16 · 5 months
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"Even when we're miles apart,
I'll still hold you close,
Whenever I walk too far,
You'll still be my home,"
-nick wilson ❤❤
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nocturnaldolll · 8 months
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𝟕𝐡𝐫𝐬, 𝟑𝟖𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬, (𝟒𝟒𝟑.𝟑𝐦𝐢) 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭. ♡
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gumdefense · 5 months
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We have moved past Maya and Franziska wingmanning narumitsu as a society. They would not fucking do that. We need to realise the truth which is that Larry and Gumshoe would try to wingman them and only succeed through failure
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aesthetic-uni · 9 months
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Miles “Who’s Morales” vs Gwen “Gwwwwanda” vs Pavtir “You seem like a nice young woman I do not know” FIGHT
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nctrnm · 1 year
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NctrnmFM(nctrnm.com): "Miles Apart" by Leaps.
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sugarmusicnews · 1 year
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Miles Apart – The Helicopters
Miles Apart – The Helicopters
Miles Apart – The Helicopters The Helicopters were amongst the pioneer groups of the New Wave scene in South Africa. Following the lead from UK bands such as Depeche Mode and Duran Duran, they had the hairstyles, they had the electronic drums and they had the synthesizers. But all of that did not make for good new wave music. You also needed catchy tunes to go with the impersonal sounds of the…
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your-local-granny · 3 months
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"Our job is to find truth, no matter how painful it may be."
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khairosclerosis · 9 months
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📂 pov: the autopsy report has just been updated and you (phoenix wright) are this close 🤏 to choosing death
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turns out i lied posting any kind of backlog is still hard for me even after the first post because i cannot make a decision ever . but forcing myself to post at least 3 things and for number 2 you get more edgeworth why not ! their chihuahua supervillain and rottweiler henchman friendship is so important to me
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🎐 bonus :]
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Pfft, I seriously love these two so much.
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missabnormal · 5 months
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Yo aren't the Morales supposed to be Puerto Rican why is there a giant Cuban flag in their apartment 😭
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yb-cringe · 15 days
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not to be extremely ill but i feel in my fucking heart of hearts qfit would throw a fucking party in celebration of how proud he would be of qpac if he knew he was trying to use this time to stay happy and not burn himself with lonliness while fit's gone
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doctorsiren · 14 days
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Part 7
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0vergrowngraveyard · 1 month
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Tails is missing.
Those three words echoed in Amy's mind as she paced around the Restoration’s control room and to say she was stressed out was a huge understatement.
Not only was Tails one of her closest friends, his big brother didn’t know about it…
And said big brother would be here any second.
They had sent the fox on a simple solo mission. It was easy. Just check out a spot that had a signal where a signal shouldn’t be. He’d done it plenty of times with Sonic so there couldn’t have been any harm in sending him off alone, right?
Wrong. Somehow his comm went offline and his location just vanished. Vanished! Tails never took off his communicator and would make a huge fuss about whenever someone did! He almost glued the watch onto Knuckles’ wrist for crying out loud! Why would he suddenly take his off?
It didn’t make any sense. Tails was way too cautious of this situation to be happening at all.
It was entirely possible that he accidentally turned off his communicator, but the fact that it hadn’t responded for almost 30 minutes shed some doubt on that optimistic train of thought.
Luckily, they had his last known location, which was a few feet away from the point, and that’s why Sonic was on his way over. If anyone could get to that point fast enough, it was him.
Only problem is that Sonic didn’t even know about the kit’s solo mission. Amy didn’t think they had to tell him because Tails was growing into his own hero and, again, it was a simple mission that shouldn’t have even taken him an hour! But, of course, the one time Sonic isn’t involved in any missions that Tails has, it all goes horribly wrong and now she has to explain that to the blue hedgehog who was rapidly approaching her location.
The familiar sound of a dash and volunteers getting angry came from outside the room and her breath hitched.
Chaos, he was here way too soon.
“Hey Ames! Sorry I’m late! Saw a chilidog stand on the way and you know me! Just couldn’t resist.” Sure enough, there was a chilidog in his hand. He took a bite before continuing, “So, what d’you need? What's up?”
If Amy wasn’t sweating before, she sure was now. The way Sonic was staring at her was enough to make her start crying right there. His usual grin and friendly emerald eyes unknowingly stabbing daggers right through her.
It felt like she had betrayed him. His little brother was missing and it was partially her fault. She should’ve just gone with her gut and told him about everything.
She just knew that Tails was working really hard to grow out of Sonic’s shadow (or at least that’s how he phrased it) and she just thought that maybe he’d appreciate getting a solo mission! Show him that the Restoration didn’t just see him as Sonic’s sidekick, but as his own person!
How she wished she could turn back time and stop herself.
“Ames?”
She had been staring.
“Ah! I-I’m sorry, must’ve just spaced out for a second haha!” She laughed nervously leading him over to the computers.
“Ooooookay. So what’s this all about? You said something about checking up on someone?” He asked.
Her heart sank. She had to tell him, there was no dancing around it.
“Yeah… about that,” She anxiously tapped her thumbs together.
Sonic cocked a brow at her, a teasing grin appearing on his muzzle. “Yeah, about that.” The hand not holding the chilidog went to his hip as he leaned into it.
She inhaled sharply.
Just get it over with, he needs to know.
“The person you need to check on is Tails.”
Sonic just stared at her for a few seconds before chuckling a bit. It felt so out of place but he didn’t know that.
“I saw him yesterday. He’s at his workshop.” He took a bite of his food, “Y’know, you should really visit sometime! It’s been awhile!”
When he noticed that Amy wasn’t smiling or looking at all relieved, his grin faltered, “Ames, he’s fine, I’m serious! If you need proof, just check his location!” He brought up his wrist, “Look, I’ll even check it no—“
“Sonic, he’s not at his workshop.” She blurted out before he could check.
The blue hedgehog stared at her as he slowly lowered his wrist. His grin was completely gone, a confused stare taking its place.
“What are you talking about?” He asked.
Amy took a shaky breath, “Please…please don’t get mad…”
Now he looked worried. “What? Amy? I won’t, just tell me what’s going on? Where’s Tails?”
You could always tell when Sonic’s patented “Big Brother Mode” was activating. He just had a certain stare he gave you when you even hinted that his little brother may be in trouble. It was a look of worry, fear, and worst of all, anger.
An angry Sonic was a Sonic you didn’t want to mess with. Not much really made him mad, his chill personality was definitely not just a public opinion, but there were a few things in life that really set him off…
and something happening to his little brother was at the very top of that list.
“Sonic, I..” Her voice shook, “I don’t know.”
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Sonic had been having a great day. A fantastic day, even.
He had spent it checking out old spots he and Tails used to make camp at, making mental notes that they should spend the night at a few of these locations for old times sake. It could be a week-long camping trip for them! It had been some time since the two of them slept under the stars together!
Visiting these places made him nostalgic in ways he never knew he could feel. He missed the days when all he and his brother had were a backpack and a few heroic deeds to their name. When their biggest worries were Scratch and Grounder, not gods and wars.
Back when his little brother was the sweetest, most adorable little four year old to ever exist (that was a fact, not an opinion).
They were simpler times.
He was so excited to get back home and tell his brother all about his idea so imagine his surprise when he gets a call from the Restoration saying something about needing to check up on someone who wasn’t responding to any calls only to find out that person is supposedly Tails.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” He didn’t want to get mad right after he told Amy he wouldn’t, but the hedgehog had no idea how long he’d be able to keep his cool. “Just…just tell me what’s going on.”
Amy turned her gaze to the floor for a few beats, tears pricked her eyes. He started tapping his foot impatiently.
He really didn’t want to be mad at Amy. She was twelve years old and, while she wasn’t in charge of the Restoration anymore, she played a huge part in making sure it stayed afloat. She was already under a lot of stress and raising his voice would not help that.
She inhaled before speaking. “We sent him on a solo mission and his comm suddenly went offline.”
She must’ve seen the look on his face because words came flooding out of her mouth to attempt to explain.
“Sonic, I swear it was nothing dangerous. We just had him go check something out! A weird signal! That’s all!” She cried out. “He’d done it plenty of times before! I-I just thought this wouldn’t be any different! I-“
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He cut her off. His tone was harsh and he almost cringed at the way it made her wince. The only thing that stopped him was the fact that his worry for his little brother’s safety was strongly overpowering his worry about hurting his friend’s feelings.
It sucked, but he was a big brother first and foremost.
“Because I didn’t think it was a big deal! He's gone to check Chaos Emerald reading on his own, this wasn’t any different! He probably would’ve even been back by now!” The pink hedgehog reasoned, a few tears had slipped down her muzzle.
“Yea, ‘not very different’. Except it’s very different because it was an unknown signal! Not a Chaos Emerald reading! That signal could’ve been anything!” He didn’t mean to raise his voice but damn it, he was stressing out. “And even when he goes to look for Emerald readings on his own, I still know where he is in case of situations like these! I always know where he is because he’s eight years old, Amy! He shouldn’t even be looking for readings alone but he does anyway!”
He didn’t even realize he had thrown his free hand up, still holding onto the chilidog in the other, and walked a few steps away from her. His free hand was on his forehead as his mind flooded with all the scenarios his baby brother could be in right now. Images of Tails being scared and/or hurt and his screams of pain played over and over again.
Finally, he turned to look at Amy. For a lack of better words, she looked awful. Her quills were a mess and she looked seconds away from breaking down.
“How long?” He asked
“W-what?”
“How long has his communicator been offline?”
It took a few beats for her to finally respond. “Around 30 minutes ago…”
All Sonic could do was stare. The chilidog in his hand fell to the floor with a disgusting splat.
30 minutes. 30 whole minutes. Chaos knows what happened to his little brother and it took them 30 minutes to call him?! Why was he even told to come to the Restoration HQ? He should’ve been at his last known location by now figuring out what happened!
Oh Chaos what if it was too late. It had to be, right? Sure, 48 hours was usually the crucial time when it came to missing children, but in this line of work, even just 5 minutes alone could spell disaster, let alone 30!
“30 minutes…why didn’t you just send me the coordinates?! Why did you ask me to come here?!”
“I don’t know! I- I just panicked! This has never happened before and I didn’t know what to do!” She collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her muzzle as she held her face in her hands.
He felt bad for yelling at her, he hated yelling at his younger friends, but self control was something that was in limited supply at the moment. He looked at the floor, his quills raised as if the knowledge of Tails possibly being in danger meant that the hedgehog was in danger as well.
His legs were itching to just get out of this damn room.
“I’m so sorry, Sonic…Tails could be hurt and it’s all my fault…I should’ve told you…I shouldn’t have even sent him alone…I’m so sorry…” She cried into her hands.
Sonic didn’t respond to her.
Instead, he looked around the room at all the Mobians who were staring at him in fear. None of them had ever seen the hero this upset before.
“Someone send me his last known coordinates.” He demanded. “Now.”
One of the volunteers at the computer quickly typed something into the device and clicked the mouse a few times. His own communicator in his wrist lit up with a notification.
A set of coordinates on the outskirts of White Park Zone.
With the location already memorized, he gave a nod to the Mobian at the computer who sent him a shaky thumbs up back.
He looked back down at Amy. He wanted to say something, wanted to say that it wasn’t her fault and that everything would be okay, but he couldn’t find his voice.
He ran out of the HQ, pushing himself to go faster and faster. He’d already wasted too much time talking.
‘Hang tight, keed. I’m on my way.’ He thought as the boom of a broken sound barrier shook the area around him.
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Somewhere far from White Park Zone, a little fox slowly opened his blue eyes. A headache pounding against his skull as he tried to make sense of the area around him through his concussion.
He didn’t remember much, only the feeling of something hard hitting the back of his head and blacking out. He remembered he was checking something out for Amy, it had been his first solo mission for the Restoration! Except that mission seemed to have gone wrong.
He just hoped his brother wasn’t mad at him.
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