Finally made a new mouth guard after losing my old mouth guard which I went to sleep one night wearing and woke up the next morning not wearing and still haven’t found where it went to, hey what the fuck did I do in my sleep to my mouth guard
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A Heart Torn Asunder
It's been years since that fateful moment, and yet the memories still haunt me. The ache in my chest has never truly subsided, a constant reminder of the agonizing decision I was forced to make. A choice between two worlds, two loves, and ultimately, a choice between who I was and who I could be.
Buffy, the Slayer, the woman who had captured my undead heart from the moment I laid eyes on her. The very essence of her being seemed to draw me in, an inexplicable magnetic pull that transcended our differences. Our love was as tumultuous as it was passionate, marked by moments of fierce intensity and tender vulnerability. But as much as I longed to be with her, to feel her warmth against my skin, I knew that our paths were forever diverging.
Then there was Nova, a beacon of light in my dark existence. Her laughter, her compassion, her unwavering acceptance of who I was, flaws and all. She saw beyond the monster I believed myself to be, and in her presence, I felt something I hadn't experienced in centuries: the hope for redemption. She was my anchor, my lifeline to humanity, and with her, I could dare to believe that I could transcend my nature.
The decision weighed heavily on my shoulders, a crushing weight that threatened to consume me. On one hand, there was Buffy, the fire that had ignited my soul, a love that burned so brightly it could scorch us both. On the other, there was Nova, a calm respite in the storm, a chance at a future I had never dared to dream of. As the battle raged within me, torn between my heart's desires and the path I knew was right, I found myself standing at a crossroads. Buffy, with her determination and strength, stood before me, a warrior whose destiny was entwined with mine.
And then there was Nova, her eyes filled with a tenderness that threatened to unravel me, a promise of a life unburdened by darkness. In the end, I chose Nova. It was a decision that shattered me, tore at the very fabric of my being. I knew that in choosing her, I was letting go of a love that had defined me for so long, a love that had ignited my soul even as it threatened to consume me. But with Nova, I saw a chance at redemption, a chance to rewrite the narrative of my existence. I often wonder what might have been if I had chosen differently.
Would Buffy have been my salvation, or would we have been consumed by the fires of our passion? It's a question that will forever haunt me, a haunting reminder of the choices we make and the paths we forsake. And so, as I stand here now, the ache in my chest a constant companion, I can't help but wonder if I made the right choice. Nova brought me solace, a taste of the humanity I so desperately craved.
But Buffy, she will forever be the flame that scorched my heart, a love that defined me in ways I can never truly escape. In the end, I chose Nova, and though the pain still lingers, I cling to the hope that my choice was not in vain. That somewhere, in the depths of the universe, a version of myself walks a different path, one where love and redemption intertwine in ways I could have never imagined.
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I'm a little stuck on which of the two photo-ops to spend money on at an upcoming SPN Con. They are both in the category of very expensive, so choosing one seems like a wiser option instead.
I have never done the J2M op due to the price, but I feel like it's a good one to have?
The J2 + Impala op is a new one.
Although, I heard the posing isn't that great. BUT the Impala is an important part of the show, so to have it with J2 sounds like a good idea. I do have a J2 (without the car) photo-op purchased already...
I could use a second opinion. Not sure if I'll back out and choose neither, but otherwise, planning to go off the top vote (barring the ticket isn't sold out).
Thank you!
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Island Lessons...
As I reflect here surrounded by beautiful palm trees, staring at the turquoise blue sea at Grace Bay in Turks and Caicos, I am instantly mindful of the simplicity of life absent the many distractions that accompany regular life. Often as human beings, especially those of us prone to overthinking, we tend to overcomplicate realities and draw conclusions that are not true. We give too much credence…
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Island Lessons...
As I reflect here surrounded by beautiful palm trees, staring at the turquoise blue sea at Grace Bay in Turks and Caicos, I am instantly mindful of the simplicity of life absent the many distractions that accompany regular life. Often as human beings, especially those of us prone to overthinking, we tend to overcomplicate realities and draw conclusions that are not true. We give too much credence…
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I love the tropes where Danny is the normal while Tucker and Sam are fucking freaks, especially if those two just so non discreet about it.
So now, imagine Amity Park, after GIW has run rampant on it.
Tucker, shamelessly using magic for any convenience between himself and his lovers. A headcanon of mine is that Danny has chronic pain after the portal accident and Tucker liked to make it so Danny's bed and pillow softer and doesn't hesitate one bit to curse those mean Danny's harms.
Sam, likewise, uses her plant magic to trap those pesky ghost hunters and makes life difficult for them in general.
Tucker and Sam just don't expect for the GIW to report them to the Justice League. Or for the heroes to really come arresting them.
Danny, as expected, blows up.
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Oh I realized a thing about the Paul/Feyd-Rautha fight. So usually if you have a big fight scene, but especially if you do something like have a character get injured in a way that would definitely be fatal if they weren't cursed with inescapable Main Character Energy, you follow up the fight scene with some moment of comfort or relief or something, which serves to release the tension for the audience and let them know whew, that was scary, but it's okay now. Your character is hurt but they're gonna survive. (Or alternately, if they're dying heroically, it was worth it and what the narrative demanded.)
But here there's nothing. Paul is surrounded by devoted followers; his mother; his lover; one of his oldest teachers and a loyal servant of House Atreides. No one steps forward to offer a shoulder to lean on or help him to his feet. He's left them all behind. He's not a person who got hurt in a fight anymore; he's a myth that people shrink back from. So he pulls the knife out by himself. He stands up by himself. Other than the emperor very begrudgingly touching his hand to kiss the ring, I don't think anyone touches him at all for the rest of the movie. He's completely alone. They never release that tension, because Paul's alive but it is very much not going to be okay.
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What drives me even more insane about this scene is how you'd expect Gojo to imagine High school era! Geto in the crowd. Or at least not the cult leader, worst of all the curse users Geto Suguru. But no, it's the cult leader Geto. It's Geto as Gojo last remembered him. As Geto last was. Whatever choices Geto made, wherever his choices led him and them, however he was, whoever he was, traumas and messed up ideas and bad choices and ill reputations and scorns and all. Gojo wanted Geto Suguru there. Not any ideal version. Not any "what if" version. Not any "at some point in time before things went downhill" version. Not any "when your hands weren't stained with innocent blood" version. He knew very well what he wanted. And he wanted it all the same. He wanted Geto Suguru. However he was. He just wanted him to be there. He just wanted him to be.
And he didn't want him to help him, he didn't want him to fight with him even if they were strongest together and always fought together for a while. He just wanted him to be there in the crowd and cheer him on. He just wanted him to stand there and give him one of his sweet, heartwarming smiles that shaped his eyes into crescent moons. He just wanted him to be. Then even if Gojo had died in the end anyway, he would have been satisfied. It would have been worth it. Only if Geto was there.
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