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cambion-companion · 8 months
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I saw this on Pinterest and was like "oh, hey it's me". But then I thought about it, and you know what? No one but yourself should determine your self-worth. You matter and no fallible person can ever take that away.
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terven-queen · 1 month
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Any other witches on here interested in cursing some men with me? Men who deserve it: abusers and such. Let’s curse the famous ones like J*hnny D*pp but also the ones that have personally caused hell in our lives. We are stronger as a group. Let’s make them all fucking pay.
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daturakillz · 1 year
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Happy Aries New Moon / Eclipse 🍷✨🕯🩸⚔️
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narilwrites · 1 year
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as a European it is kind of alarming how little Americans seem to understand about strikes and guilds/unions based on the discourse I’ve seen about the writers strike…
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jenvibesonly · 2 years
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Power
Somewhere along the way, I lost my power. I left her unattended and I walked away. I was unaware of her potency, her magnitude. I couldn’t yet fathom her resilience.
She became distorted in divorce. She was blurry in grief. But slowly, my power is coming back to me.
She’s the smile that plays on my lips. She’s the burst of confidence that tells me to follow my dreams. She reminds me that it is okay to be unapologetically me.
She nudges me to try new things. She’s my companion, my friend.
She adamantly insists that I am indeed a writer, photographer, an artist, a cosmetologist…without anyone else’s recognition, validation or confirmation.
She says, go for it. Why not? She says jump, fly, soar. Roar! Declare your arrival. Leave your mark. Come out of the dark.
We reconnected. We have been reunited. She sings with me. We dance together blissfully. We now walk hand in hand.
Boldly, we step into the unknown.
Xoxox
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mental-space-x · 12 days
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Gratitude Diary
It hasn’t been the week I expected it to be but it has been a good one, despite it’s difficulties. I find that running is having quite a positive impact on my mood, particularly if I’ve done more than I thought I could. I’m proud that my mind and body are coping well and even getting stronger everyday! I am grateful that: We had no major disasters during our recent day-and-a-half powercut I…
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skeletonpandas · 1 month
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Restless on the internet. When I should be sleeping.
What does my heart say?
My face is mostly off the internet except for a few newspaper articles. I am a memory for many who will now...unless I gave them means to find me, have a hard time finding me. Before, I was accessible to everyone...however briefly they knew me, or if they never knew me at all.
Most people are not private on the internet.
Which means I can still find most of them.
But I demolished a bridge.
My soul is mine again.
This year feels very much like starting anew. It feels...hectic like all beginnings do, which is probably why I feel like I just simply cannot get organized.
Even this account is only a tiny snapshot to my soul.
Do you see me?
I'm making big, bold moves.
Am I scared? A little. I fought so hard and worked my hands to the bone...to be here, telling you this. It would break my heart to lose where I am now
This life I have now.
But that is what real bravery is...isn't it? To keep going when you have everything to lose.
Not to say I am...but I wanna be.
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ranch-sauce29 · 3 months
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Taking my power back
I thought to myself, I could’ve easily thrown myself at you. I could’ve taken what I wanted with no remorse. Instead of practicing self discipline and respecting boundaries.
You gave a lecture and set guidelines. You asked certain questions, hoping for answers that would help your case.
I’ll prove how unattached I can be. How little it matters if things don’t go my way. You will be expecting my usual behavior after I’ve decided to switch up. You had your chance, but you didn’t take me. I’m not an option.
you want to play games? Go ahead, play against yourself. I’m not going to worry and waste my time on you. You aren’t worth it.
You were honest but you’re also disappointing. You remind me that I should come first in my world, think deeply about risky choices, don’t be so irrational or attached, make a decision, don’t be so confusing, speak up for yourself!
Honor yourself, it’s about you!
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QUESTION of the DAY
What is the difference between living and existing?
Oh buddy, I'm not always gonna blog my answers to the question of the day, (I also keep a bullet journal for more private musings and the like), but this one got me on a little rant so I'm gonna share my hot take.
Most humans (within the dominant culture of capitalism) have no idea what living is anymore because we've been socially conditioned to believe that without Big Brother and The System, we would descend into an eternity of chaos. People can feel it, though, which is probably why things like debilitating depression and anxiety are so prevalent. Humans are not meant to sacrifice the majority of their daily lives, and with that the strength of their relationships with friends, family, and community, to "work" (the way our culture defines "work" anyway, like, if you spend the majority of your time doing a thing for money, you're a hero whether you enjoy it or not; if you spend the majority of your time doing that same thing for pleasure while not making any money, you're "lazy". Wtf). What most of us are doing these days is just existing. We were born to feel and therefore seek joy, pleasure, love, friendship, and a sense of community with others. We were born with curiosity and innovation and a desire to work ingrained on our spirit. The work that humans are naturally inclined to do, however, doesn't look anything like the work that our culture glorifies which is why so many people hate working and long for some kind of magical windfall that would allow them to stop. Most people scoff when I say that a desire to work is intrinsic to human nature because the desire to stop working is so culturally ubiquitous. You're defining work wrong, doll. Life doesn't have to be a relentless struggle. Medieval peasants had more free time than the vast majority of us do today, and more access to housing and food than the poorest half of our society. With the amount of technology we have now, life could and should be much easier for the majority of humans, but those who control the access to technology (and every other resource) are the only ones whose lives have gotten exponentially easier. They willingly sacrifice the well-being of the majority of the population for the sake of their own luxury.
If you want to feel what it's like to actually LIVE rather than exist, you need to put the time and effort into the arduous and extremely difficult task of untethering yourself from strict reliance on The System, money, and working for capitalists (most people will never be able to completely untether, and that's ok - every little bit matters and there is nothing hypocritical about participating in a system that you hate because "they've" made it next to impossible to survive without doing so). You have to find or create and then work to maintain a community of like-minded people. It's hard. It's a struggle to live in the margins and it's stressful... But you will quickly realize that there are different kinds of stress. What you feel under the oppressive boot of capitalism is the kind of stress that'll steal your sleep, give you ulcers, and eventually kill you. The stress you feel in building and maintaining a home and a community with as little money as possible is invigorating and life-affirming. It's the kind of stress that brings peaceful sleep, a sense of purpose, and real belonging.
Losing my job because my boss was a sociopathic stalker and rapist who drove me to near suicide, and subsequently finding out that there there actually is no real Social Safety Net in Canada, and winding up homeless because my government feels that people who become too sick/debilitated to work anymore are equivalent to gutter trash (if they can't exploit your labour, they purposely drive you to poverty because statistically that's what drives people to drugs and crime, and if you're not working then the only way you can be exploited for profit is by filling space in jail), is actually the best thing that ever happened to me. They taught me, by throwing me away, that they are unnecessary to me and to society at large. They taught me that the controlling powers of our culture are actually willful villains who know exactly what they're doing. They don't "take care of us" or "keep us safe" regardless of what you've been spoon-fed. They're the ones who keep the world dangerous, and keep our planet's abundant resources artificially scarce to maintain their power over us. If the system were destroyed, the world's resources and technologies would still exist and could then be redirected towards making a world where everyone has enough. Yes, this planet has more than enough food and clean water for every single human being on it. You've been fed a cocktail of lies about "overpopulation" and "water shortages" and whatever else because those in power want to keep the hoard they stole from the people and sell it back to you for ever inflating prices (don't even get me started on the fakeness of the global economy, where a select few control absolutely everything but somehow are powerless to stop prices from increasing because of "inflation", even though they create and increase inflation themselves and could easily choose not to).
Burn the system to the ground, power through the ensuing chaos as the people of the world find their feet again, and then finally find out what living really feels like.
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When Danny enters the Fenton portal for the very first time, he still trips and shocks himself but at the same time damages the inside of the portal enough that it can’t sustain itself past the point of changing Danny’s molecules.
The electricity and damage done to both Danny and the portal isn’t something Danny, Sam, and Tucker can cover up and his parents find out immediately. They’re more concerned about their son then the portal (they have the blueprints for the portal and can rebuild it later but can’t replace their son if something happened to him) and go through a lot of things emotions regarding the existence of ghost human hybrids.
Danny’s new biology could easily be passed as meta human traits. Unfortunately President Lex Luther had just recently passed laws against meta humans. Meaning they can’t risk people find out about Danny’s new powers, at all. The Fentons decide that Danny should live with one of Maddie or Jacks relatives off grid until he can control his new abilities better.
luckily Jacks sister, Martha, and her husband have experience with a super powered child and after their son moved to the city could probably use a hand on their farm. All Jack needed to do was call.
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novelconcepts · 2 years
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The defintion of hell is knowing a show is incredibly well-received in its first season, but if people don’t become machines churning out tweets, content, and rewatching 24/7, there’s no likelihood it’ll get a chance to tell its whole story. This shit is madness. Shows in different genres shouldn’t have to pit-battle for dominance. First seasons are MEANT to be baselines establishing worlds and characters, not complete storylines. The idea that this golden age of television has turned into “get it done in one or get out” is revolting.
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egophiliac · 10 months
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IT'S BUNNY TIME EVERYBODY
(feat. Dilla)
(bugle accompaniment by Yuu)
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months
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No time to play. You are being sent away.
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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#yu ziyuan#jiang yanli#jiang cheng#wei wuxian#Do you know how hard it was to *not* do a 'Sold To One Direction' spoof comic? It took nearly all my will power.#Mostly because it misaligns a little too far off from the canon events and vibes.#But sit with me for a moment. Consider it:#“BEEP BEEP BEEP. I threw my pillow at my alarm clock. ”Wei Wuxian get your lazy ass downstairs!“ Yu Ziyuan yelled.#I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror to see my grey orbs staring back at me.#I put my long straight black hair in a ponytail with a red ribbon.#I went downstairs to see my adoptive mother holding a bottle of vodka and a cigarette.#'Listen up whore! I need money to pay the bills so I sold you. Your new owners will be here any minute so go pack!'#I stormed upstairs. There was no way I was going to let her sell me to a creepy old man!#I decided to run away. Since I'm not like other girls I don't have very many friends.#My gay friend Lan Zhan was mean but he lived like a block away.#As I opened the door I saw Wen Chao blocking the door. 'Ello Love. We're your new owners!'#I rolled my eyes and pushed him. 'Aren't you from that stupid Wen Sect? There's no way in hell I'm going with you!'#Hey again. It's me the OP of this blog taking a pause. I haven't actually read this story before aside from the memes#and I am honestly reeling from how this watpad fic chapter ends. What do you mean one of the one direction boys chloroforms her???#Chapter 2 is so much worse#Why is there such a strong focus on the *eyes* of every boy!!!#This fanfic is a horror story actually. I came into it trying to make a funny parody but I got in over my head. Dear God.#It's me again. Several minutes have passed and I'm on chapter 4. What the FUCK is going on here?#I feel like I opened up pandora's box hoping for a fun little treat and got the plauge upon me. Dont read this fic.
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mental-space-x · 2 months
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Can I, my biggest critic, find 5 things I'm good at?
Share five things you’re good at. Beating myself up Walking Worrying Watching TV Getting through the day Nah… While all those things are true – let’s have a more serious note: When I thought about this question, I wasn’t sure if the promot was wanting me to write about things I could do or characteristics I had so I decided to throw in a but of both… mainly because I couldn���t think of 5…
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