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i hate you "pair the spares"/"everyone must be paired" tropes, i hate you forced last minute romances, i hate you implication that a happy ending means a romantic partner, i hate you amatonormativity

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chronic fatigue from mental illness and neurodivergency isn't something you can just will your way out of. your nervous system is part of your body. your brain is an organ. the fatigue is real. you're not lazy. so be kinder to yourself. be gentler with your bodymind.

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good god i just want to be enough

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hey friendly psa/reminder that with the seasons changing right now, a lot of people with mood disorders (and even people without them) can get all messed up and wonky from that so try to go a little easy on yourself if you find yourself spiraling or getting emotional a lot lately okay? youre doin your best. love u

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Trust your body. When your intuition tells you something is off about a situation, a person, or a place—trust it and remove yourself immediately.

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THE SECRET GARDEN (1993)

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SGT. John 'Soap' MacTavish MR. BRING A GUN TO A TANK FIGHT

GHOST | GAZ | PRICE

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over-psychoanalyzing blorbos is healthy and needed enrichment for the girlies in order to avoid over-psychoanalyzing themselves. like giving a dog a chew toy in order to redirect chewing on its hind legs

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MING-NA WEN as FENNEC SHAND The Mandalorian Season Two

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hey does anyone know when the suffering ends

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— Mary Kate Teske

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➥ Character Introduction: Aragorn

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001) dir. Peter Jackson

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Glen Powell as Lt. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin in TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022)

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they should invent a staying up late that doesnt guarantee less sleep

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Hugh Jackman as Logan 'Wolverine' Howlett in X-men (2000)

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You dated Price for a long time. Long, long, long time.

His job was demanding, and Price knew that. He didn’t think it was fair to ask you to commit to a marriage when your husband could get called away on deployment at any time. He wanted to be there for you. He wanted to fix things around the house, and wake up by your side every morning, greeting you with a kiss.

And you took a while to sink into this thing you called a relationship. Price was a good man, and you could sense that in your bones. Your feelings for him were solid and unwavering. His job was the hurdle you hesitated with. Were you absolutely sure you wanted to tie yourself down to a military man and everything that entailed?

So, you and Price agreed to keep it strictly to dating, until things changed otherwise.

You were practically married anyway though. Your clothes gradually migrated into his flat—your shirts alongside his shirts in his closet, your shoes snuggled against his shoes on the mat by the door. His bathroom smelled like your perfume every morning. And he kept a box of those biscuits you liked in the cupboard at all times (even though he hated them).

When you finally did tie the knot, it wasn’t a big deal. Just a quiet ceremony between family and friends to make it official.

After the reception, Price tucked your arm into the crook of his elbow. Then he kissed your temple and murmured, “Time to go home, love.”

Even though you now wore his ring on your finger, your nightly routine was still the same as any other day.

Emerging from the bathroom—teeth brushed, pajamas on—you found Price propped up in bed as usual, wearing only his sweatpants, looking over paperwork or reading.

You perched on your side of the bed, rubbing lotion into your hands and up your arms. When you reached up to turn off the bedside light, paper rustled behind you as Price tossed his reading material aside. He leaned over and hooked an arm around your waist.

“Where’s my wife?” he said with a playful growl.

You shrieked with laughter as he dragged you under the sheets, burying his face in your neck and enveloping you in his embrace.