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goldmacaron · 2 years
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Yor: *literally almost kicking someone to death*
Anya: wow
Loid: wow
Fandom: WOW
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been actually playing twst instead of just reading everyone’s lore (shocking I know) AND HOW COME NO ONE MENTIONS THE VIGNETTE WHERE IDIA GOES NONVERBAL AND USES HIS TABLET TO TALK???
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six-white-venus · 3 months
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the worst trait of me and my family is probably this: we never learned to say the word sorry.
i) my best friend and i, we are no people. knives? maybe. liars? definitely. but people? i’m not so sure.
knives were never forged to be tender (what a shame, what a shame) and we too, fall and slay what we meant to protect. him and i, we go for the throat when we clash. we hurt and bleed and oh, i should be terrified, i should be running for my life, but all i am is tired and a bit lonely and would really like his arms around me.
( “can we please stop fighting now.”
“oh god yes please.”)
because time and time again, this man has held my heart in his hands and cleaned its festering wounds with cotton dipped in alcohol (always the healer, always the lover) and wrapped gauze around them with clinical precision. and i have walked through the maze of his head and tended to his withering garden, have dragged the sun and fresh air and all the oceans to the barren land to make it bloom (always the poet, always the lover).
him and i, we have never needed words because we are knives forged in the same fire and at the end of the day, we both know that he will be the one who wordlessly stitches my broken heart and i will be the one who sings him to sleep.
ii) let me paint you a picture:
blue that fades into red that fades into black that fades into blue that fades into red. loud, clashing and nonsensical. a pit in your stomach that was dug with desperation and blunt fingernails. how do you colour anger that is also pain, grief, hate, love, fear and truth? the smell of the paint is foul and clogs your windpipes. blunt fingernails and blue and black and madness. can you bear to look at what you created without flinching?
that’s what anger looks like on my father. a horror. a mottled bruise. a hellfire.
all his life, my father has been scorned, belittled, beaten, spat on. his mother didn’t love him right because her mother didn’t love her right. my dad loves like he hates. something is fucked in his head and heart and his words fade into black and blue and red and this shitshow always ends with me sobbing, bleeding, dying on the floor. my father watches with his hackles raised and his eyes red and wide and glowing. once wounded, an animal never sheathes its claws. it strikes the ones it loves and walks away with its head held high and hands trembling.
but here’s what happens when the curtains close: he pulls me into his arms and brings me tea. he wipes away my tears with hands that has moved mountains to make me smile. he kisses my forehead and tells me that his mom didn’t love him right. my grief is like anger and indignation and love. i wrap my arms around him and cry all the tears he never had the luxury to. who should say sorry, really? is it him or his mom or his mom’s mom or this stupid fucking world? my father has never said the word sorry. he never needed to. this is what love looks like on us. a horror. a mottled bruise. a hellfire.
iii) despite it all, i am not usually an angry person. i take after my father and my mother, after all. i rage like my mother (quick, loud, fire that burns out almost as quickly as it sparked to life) and fight like my father (aim, shoot, bullseye). my sister does something even mildly upsetting and before i know it, i’m cursing her to be miserable till she dies. not even an hour later i’m draping myself over her shoulder and bugging her till she rolls her eyes and smiles ever so slightly.
(“do you have no shame?”
“yeah no i don’t think so.”)
my family and i, we never learned to say the word sorry. because the word sorry never meant sorry, not to us. because at the end of the day, that’s all it is: a word. and it sticks to the back of my tongue and the dents of my molars and gets tangled in my mouth when i try to spit it out. so i grab it by its throat and thread it into my being. i find it so much easier to hide my pathetic inability to do one thing that doesn’t scream that there's something wrong with me with the truth of another three words:
“i love you”
and they are always echoed back to me, just a few million times more tender, in ways only we can understand.
“yeah, i know.”
“that’s great, but there’s no escaping dishes duty.”
“oh, shut up, you.”
“what’s that for?”
a pause and a hum.
“i love you too.”
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hajihiko · 8 months
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That is generally sad because having parents who aren't really abusive or emotionally straining yet- they don't really feel like people who LOVE you? I guess? Like- Hajime's parents were probably just normal everyday parents like Makotos but, I'm just spit Ballin here, they're less optimistic than Makotos parents, who in contrast, always bonded with their children and loved them right off the bat.
You can feel like a stranger in your family, and that sucks. It's no one's direct fault and no one can point to any huge grievance, which makes it hard to pinpoint, which means you never get the Comfort Of Family or the Tools of Dealing With Abusive Parents- you just. Manage.
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sunmoontruth-stiles · 12 days
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I need a completely rewritten teen wolf series with Derek Hale as the main character. I think it would heal me.
#we follow Derek from New York. Laura left for beacon hills. it’s been six years since he was back but he hasn’t heard from her#and hes going stir crazy waiting. he packs up and travels back. it’s almost too much immediately. he still can’t get a hold of Laura#he can’t resist going home. it’s like a natural pull that guides him back. all at once he’s 16 again. staring at the wreckage of his life#deputy stilinski is sherrif now. it’s reassuring in the slightest that the police force seems to have moved on from how corrupt it was#he catches her scent and it’s putrid. bile catches in his throat. he seeks it out. still in denial to what he knows it means.#when he finds Laura it’s like the world ends all over again. he can’t stand to see her like this. he gives her a proper burial.#the best he can do at least#he visits Peter. he’s not the man Derek remembers- so full of fire and cunning. their relationship may have been strained at times.#often Derek felt more like Eve being swayed by the snake than a normal friendship#but this isn’t the sharp tongued uncle who guided him. this is a broken shell. all that remained of his family. he was so lost.#22 but he barely knew how to function without his family- his pack paving the way#Laura handled everything. she got the apartment. she made sure they had food. Derek looks back and feels so useless#he was so lost in his grief. Laura must of felt the same way but she never let them drown in it#she made sure he got his GED. even got him to enroll in community college classes.#he took them online. he never was able to warm up to people the same way. he used to be so full of life. now he just wanted to be left alone#he studied English. never finished his degree. doesn’t look like he ever will now. he can’t go back to Laura and his shared home.#can’t bare to see another shell of a home#he vents to the vacant audience of Peter and his cold fixed eyes#Derek leaves. he wants to promise he’ll return soon#but promises feel costly these days#he decides to go back to the reserve. maybe he can find some clue as to what happened to Laura#someone lured her here. someone who knew them and their history here#his mind went to the worst. Kate. why would she go through the trouble six years later. why wait so long.#Derek couldn’t stomach the thought of facing her. he focused on the woods. the scents were all over the place.#clearly multiple people had been through here recently. two scents were much stronger. Derek follows them#but when he hears the crunch of leaves he realizes why the scents are so strong. they’re still here#he ducks behind some trees. listening in on their conversation. but an echo of their scent catches his attention#he spots an inhaler on the ground. he puts two and two together and swipes it from the leaves.#he comes out once they’re closer. tossing over the inhaler- he figures they’ll leave. dumb kids messing around in the woods#he reminds them this is private property. though that may not be true anymore. he recognizes the scent of a new beta. interesting.
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opens-up-4-nobody · 2 months
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#i walked into a situation today where my mom was effectively already dead. effectively bc her body was and is still alive. still breathing#painful groaning purrs. but her mind was gone yesterday. my dad said he showed her a picture of the mountains i took that day and told her#i loved her and she smiled. thats what he said. maybe he was just being nice. or maybe thats the last time she thought of me. i dunno. but#the human body is an incredible thing. shes got a heart still powering a broken body. too full of tumors to function anymore. stomach#streched like a pregnant mother. it happed really fast and now its happening very slow#im somehow probably better off than the rest of them. i only got here for the aftermath of a downslide. my daily life will b least effected#i only really saw her twice a year living so far away and she didnt text much. didnt call often. so life wont change much ill just kno shes#not there. which is sad. but theres nothing to b done abt it. life goes on. it hasnt been all bad tho. its nice to talk to my family abt her#how incredible she was. bc she was. wish her mom wasnt here tho. she doesn't deserve to b here. my mom wouldnt want her here. she didnt want#her here. but anyway. i wish her body would just let her go now. so we can sleep. so this can be over. so she can rest#but even like this shes stubborn and resilient. they say it could go on for days but i hope not. may the universe let her rest shes gotta b#so tired after 10 years of this. but i have no regrets. she knew how i felt abt her. and i dont think she had regrets either. she did so#much up to the very end. went out on a high note without the burdon of knowing it was coming#i dunno. its just such a strange experience to watch the empty shell of your mother sleeping like a gurgling baby#unrelated
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kradogsrats · 26 days
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thinking nonstop about this pentarchy equivalent of a UN peacekeeper tbh
where did he come from? how did he get there? what does he do every day? would he part an old man from his walking stick?
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hella1975 · 9 months
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i actually didnt think it could get worse but touya's reveal being the thing that brought the todorokis together and finally made them ally themselves with endeavour regardless of all the trauma he caused them and how impossible they've found it to even hang out together as a family for the entire decade touya has been gone. THAT being what binds them. they might as well have spat in the face of touya's memory. it's not even an acknowledgement that dabi must be stopped it's just like they never even loved him. endeavour is giving him more sympathy than them. 'you will have to fight dabi one day' et tu rei?
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enha-stars · 23 hours
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for wedding season last year, i learned a total of 47 different dances (albeit their were 1-2 minutes) and this is not including the actual wedding dances (from the mehndi) and wedding szn has started again and now i need to learn 4 more THREE DAYS AFTER MY EXAMS FINISH 😃❕
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jvlianbashir · 6 months
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conspicuous lack of the HOUSE of usher in mike flanagan's "the fall of the house of usher"
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carlyraejepsans · 2 years
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Sorry if this is a weird question but what is your opinion about how monsters reproduce? Especially skeleton monsters and others who have different types of shapes and features.
i think there's a bird monster who hand delivers all monster babies to their respective parents who looks like your stereotypical 60s union organizer. she brags about being storklift certified and goes on long unprompted rants on capitalism and the alienation of labor
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tis-the-marmot · 1 month
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Stuck in a very bad place both mentally and physically
When will things get better. will i get better
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birdricks · 2 months
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actually going to blow myself up thinking abt how emorty ends up in mortytown after s1. like him becoming president was just an idea he got from seeing the election news. like did he just think his plans were crushed and gave up…..
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kazoo-the-demjin · 1 year
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I don't think Nicky is given his proper credit for having raised the twins all on his own while barely being an adult and still producing functioning humans who did not face any misery under his guidance, because of him. The teens who must be way more difficult to handle than the adult twins. The distrust. The helplessness. The fear. Nicky worked through all of that and the twins trust him with it. I don't think Nicky as stupid as we make him out to be for fun- sure, he seems to be overcompensating for the lack of chatter from the minyards- but he too has faced a lot of trauma in his childhood because of his own family, left the only comfort he found in Germany, and knew how to make the boys feel a little safe with him. I think Nicky deserves some fucking appreciation for it.
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karmirage · 3 months
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prev post reminded me. one of my bigger gripes with modern x comics is how willing they are to forget about the supporting non mutant casts, especially family members. like they forget that not everyone hated their parents and had a tragic past and are completely disconnected from the "normal" world
david alleyne died at the hellfire gala, but his parents and little sister are (presumably) still alive and supported him fully, when last we saw them (twenty years ago...). has anyone bothered to tell them that he's dead? what about sooraya's mother, who hasn't been mentioned since the hellions mini? god forbid we mention Sofia Mantega's positive relationship with Derek, or Dani Moonstar's parents, or even the other children of the atom besides Carmen Cruz. even the non mutant Guthries haven't appeared in forever!! even leong and nga cao manh, who were RAISED BY THEIR SISTER, hardly ever appear in conjunction with her! they have been on panel in One Issue with tran since he got back (in an infinity comic). they are hardly ever mentioned, each boasting 19 appearances to xuân's 260.
why? when did we get so caught up in events and Oh No Now All The Mutants Are Dead/Gone (again) that we stopped giving a shit about the actual interpersonal relationships and characters.
(it's been fifteen years, out of continuity, since Doug Ramsey came back to life. has anyone let his parents know?)
idk. it just kind of bugs me that x writers wanna act like everything is all doom and gloom and homicide All The Time, and that mutants are an island and can only live amongst each other, and also all humans will fall for orchis (except the ones wearing costumes), and the prioritization of romantic relationships over platonic and familial relationships. we are never beating the fixation on grimdark bullshit are we, huh
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midnight-els · 1 year
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[Image ID: Black and white GIF of Phryne Fisher from the opening scenes of the episode Blood and Money. The image shows her head and upper torso as she stands outdoors. She wears a sequined evening gown and fancy headdress. /End ID]
While it is very funny that, at the start of Blood and Money, Phryne shows up to the morgue in her outfit from the night before, I was recently thinking about why she wouldn’t get changed??? We know she loves to have the perfect outfit for all situations and see her make some pretty quick changes in other episodes. There’s no reason to delay getting to the morgue by, what, 10-15 minutes? It’s not like the body will go anywhere.
But, then I consider that she’s got a young boy sat in her kitchen, scared because his brother is missing, now thought to be dead. She’s been almost exactly where he is and spent agonising years in search of answers. You bet she’ll be damned if she makes him wait a moment longer than he has to for closure, especially at the cost of something so frivalous as her clothes 😭 
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