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chrischrus · 25 days ago
#Tiktok #Numero2 #Number2 #Melange #Crazy
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chrischrus · 25 days ago
#Reface #Numero2 #Number2
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kayvsworld · 28 days ago
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auroratheslytherin · a month ago
It’s too cold ( Chapter 1)
It was raining outside. I could hear the raindrops. It was night already. I turned my head to view a bucket on the floor collecting the raindrops that fell in the room. I turned my attention to my boxing partner, Diego. We’ve known each other for a long time. We grew up together in the Hargreeves mansion. He had a fight later and I was preparing him. I can’t believe that he does this for a living besides being a janitor. It’s depressing. “You ready?” He asked. He was the same age as me. We were even born on the same day. We aren’t related or anything. 43 women gave birth around the world at the same time. I don’t understand why. I nodded my head. I went into my boxer’s stance; my knees were slightly blended and my right leg was behind my left. I didn’t stay in one place. He threw a punch. I put my forearms together to form a shield. I knew that this would tire my opponent. I took a few steps back. I threw a punch. He skillfully dodged it. He got closer to me and he punched my abs. It didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. We were both covered in sweat. After a few minutes, we both got tired. “It’s almost time for your match,” I told him as he drank out of his water bottle. I was blotting my forehead. “See you later,” he said. I could tell that he was in a bad mood. I smiled at him. I wanted to cheer him up. “You got this, you have more experience than him” I reassured him. He nodded slowly. “I should get going”. I searched my bad for my sweater. I couldn’t find it. Diego saw me. “Have mine” he said holding up a grey sweatshirt. I grabbed it and put it on. “Thanks,” I said. He made a hand gesture. “It’s fine”. A few moments later I left the old building. I pulled the hood over my head and walked to my car.
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harmonizeme5934 · a month ago
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sadnaz · a month ago
Second Entry
What do i title these..if i get up into the hundreds im not going to type “three hundred and forty fifth entry”.. Idk i dont have any capacity to think about that right now due to the fact that: I have zero attention span today, which isnt an uncommon thing but there are better days than others, and today is not one of those.
I have a friend visiting tomorrow, shes staying for a couple of days. I have been working on cleaning up my apartment because it was a disaster. I halted the unpacking/putting away process like a month ago. But i let things go and i really didn’t want that to be her impression of my new place.
I have hoarding tendencies, so i have “rat piles” all over the place. And the issue with putting them away is that i have such a hard time staying on task, that when i grab something from a rat pile to put away, on my path to do so i run into more rat piles, so i stop and whatever came with me lands there, in exchange for the new thing that needs put away BEFORE the other thing...because priorities? Rinse and repeat.
But whenever i get so frusterated with the piles or things on the floor that i go into clean drive, and i move everything in the house. SO it looks better in here but now my mental capacity is used up, and i still have things to do.
One would say: I am out of spoons.
But my spoons take days to come out of the dishwasher, and in the meantime i am eating with my fingers making my situation worse.
I have to get groceries together for food this weekend, and some things i needed to get in order for my friend to stay.
Uh like shower curtain rings for the guest bathroom...woops
While ive been prioritizing custodial tasks and making sure my place is hospitible, ive been delaying the things that i have been inspired or motivated to do..and then i am exhausted and just vegetate to youtube the remainder of the night.
But since i delay those things i am inspired to do, when i scroll through instagram, and see others doing the things i want to do, i get upset with myself because i am not improving when i am not practicing. Or i get ready to start doing something completely unrelated to any of the chores i *need* to do...catch myself in my distraction..put down whatever it was and then get upset again. Like what?
If none of this makes any sense then thats fine because it wasnt meant to. If it does make sense and you can relate then wowoahwee how do you manage..
Wow i just hit ctrl a by mistake and came so close to erasing everything i just spewed out that my butt puckered..
I need someone to come up to me and tell me that i have accomplished many a thing this week, and that my efforts arent unnoticed, and that i am over reacting about my company this weekend and my preparedness to accommodate to her...I just want to play video games.
Ive managed to become so attached to virtual entertainment that i wish i could play multiple video games at a time, or i will have two youtube videos up at a time. How unhealthy is this? At some point i imagine there is such a thing as over stimulation and then just never finding enjoyment in any one thing because its just not enough. I’m sure i am not the only person who wears their headset for a discord call with an airpod or similar wireless earbud underneath inside their ear with a youtube video or something.
Is this entirely too long? lords one is going to read this entire thing, altho i guess i am mostly talking to myself.
I got a like from a tumblr bot named after cheese..hype
Several smaller posts....maybe..
ok i’m done for now
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sixsideent · a month ago
Could you imagine sitting down to take a number two and then this starts tickling your backside 😧 !!! #run #number2#snake #snakes #snakesofinstagram #reptile #reptiles #reptilesofinstagram #animal #animals #animalsofinstagram #shit#wow#ballpythonmorphsofinstagram #bathroom#coralglow #coralglowballpython #bananaball #bananaballpython #piedballpython #hetpied #supercoralglow #superbanana #theballpoint #fire #flushit#bananafire #femalecoralglow #femalebananaballpython
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It's going to snow forever... #snow #blizzard #number2 #InTwoWeeks
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heroesmarginados · 3 months ago
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—Me vio usar mis poderes y le gustó. —Comenzó a narrar por fin Jessica. 
Durante meses, había mantenido un silencio rotundo en lo referente a su pasado junto a Kilgrave, pero ahora que había afectado directamente a los de su alrededor, optó por hacer lo impensable: ser sincera.
—Me dijo que me fuera con él y de pronto era todo lo que quería. Al principio no me di cuenta, pero conforme pasó el tiempo empecé a comprender que algo no estaba bien. Me obligó a vestir a su gusto, a comportarme como él creía correcto, a sonreír cada vez que algo no encajaba. Me violó, me usó como objeto, para agredir y estafar gente, para cualquier cosa que él quisiera. Una y otra y otra vez. Pero la peor parte fue en lo que me convirtió. 
—¿En qué te convirtió? No fue culpa que te encontrases con un monstruo como ese y te utilizase como le vino en gana a ese malnacido hijo de puta. Tú no tuviste la culpa de eso ni la tienes ahora.
A pesar de las palabras de Diego, Jessica se percató de su gesto colérico. Era de esperar, y aun así apartó la mirada, incapaz de hacerle frente. 
—Te lo dije, que no querías saberlo —susurró.
—Quiero saberlo.
—Me convirtió en una persona que no es capaz de mirarse al espejo sin sentir asco. 
En vista de que estaba decidida a mantener sus ojos puestos en cualquier parte de la habitación menos en él, llevó una mano a su antebrazo para llamar su atención.
—Eso se puede cambiar —respondió—. Ojalá me usaras a mí de espejo.
Automáticamente, los ojos de la detective se llenaron de lágrimas. Había llegado demasiado lejos, era hora de ponerle fin. 
—Desde que te conocí, he intentado no hacerlo.
—¿Por qué?
—Porque te he hecho algo horrible —confesó por fin. 
—¿A mí?
Diego negó. 
Durante unos segundos el silencio reinó entre ambos, estaba decidida pero era difícil. Incluso tuvo que aguantar la respiración un momento mientras se concienciaba antes de seguir hablando.
—Fui yo. Yo maté a Ben. Maté a tu hermano.
El corazón de Diego se disparó por completo ante la mención de su hermano, con el rostro completamente desencajado y dando un paso hacia atrás. La intención de Jessica fue acercarse, pero él volvió a mantener las distancias.
—¿Cómo? ¿Qué?
Con los labios prietos, consiguió a duras penas mantener los ojos puestos en el Hargreeves. En el fondo habría esperado una respuesta mucho peor, tanto que aún se preparaba para ello. 
—La noche en que abandoné a Kilgrave, él estaba allí. Tu hermano descubrió algo sobre él, no sé el qué, así que me dijo que lo hiciera. Lo siento Diego.
Kilgrave, otra vez. En cuanto mencionó ese nombre se obligó a sí mismo a respirar hondo para intentar calmarse, pero sintió una punzada directa en el corazón mientras se le inundaban los ojos.
—¿T-t-ú?  —balbuceó, moviendo la cabeza sin ser capaz ni siquiera de hablar —. T-t-engo que i-i-irme. 
Al percatarse de que tartamudeaba, la detective abrió los ojos de par en par, dejando escapar más lágrimas. Estaba entre sorprendida de verlo así y a la vez sentía que algo se le retorcía desde dentro. 
—No te hagas esto —se apresuró a decir —. Sé que tienes algo que decir. Dilo, no importa lo que sea. 
Número 2 se llevó una mano a los ojos sintiendo que le faltaba el aire cuando era biológicamente imposible, girándose de pronto  para mirarla con las mejillas llenas de lágrimas. 
—T-tú lo sabías. Sa-sabías quién era. Y aun así te-e acercaste a mí. 
—No estaba planeado. Yo... Te vi y... Necesitaba ver con mis propios ojos cómo iba todo. No planee nada de lo que pasó después. Lo siento mucho. Lo siento. 
—Claro. Ocultándomelo desde el principio y ahora debería cree-e-erte. 
La miró una última vez con aire completamente abatido, antes de sentir que iba a romperse del todo. Sacó uno de sus cuchillos de su propia manga y lo lanzó hacia delante con rabia, dejándolo incrustado en la puerta antes de salir por ella. 
Mientras lo observaba, Jessica trató de decir algo en un desesperado intento de buscar su perdón, pero acabó apretando los labios consciente de que aquello era lo mejor para él, por lo que se limitó a dejarle marchar en silencio. Ella nunca le había convenido, ahora estaría a salvo. 
Aun así, esbozó una mueca de derrota a la vez que se acercaba a la puerta para coger su cuchillo. Ahora que estaba sola se permitió llorar sin censura, con el corazón completamente roto.
—Lo siento Diego.     
| Jessica Jones + Diego Hargreeves; @saudadenlosdiasgrises​
Mención a Kilgrave y Ben Hargreeves; @inothertime​ |
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