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they are canceling me for the way i deal with grief. also, for the infinite number of destroyed universes

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Characters who are yellow coded not as in joy and optimism but, rather, yellow as in the first color the human eye will notice, plastered over hazard signs and school buses. Yellow as in a light so bright it burns. Yellow as in illness and disease, just waiting to infect. Yellow as deception, a cover up for something with teeth and claws and malice. Can anyone hear me

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The only thing Callie doesn’t know how to do is live.

Actually no I’m coming out of the void again. I’m OBSESSED with Callie Chandler. What if you were eight years old and you confidently told an Archfey that you’d rather die for something important than live for no reason. What if you sold your soul in the third grade and continued to believe it was the best decision you’ve ever made for the next ten years? What if you couldn’t do anything without having a reason, even simply being alive? What if you just silently put up with horrible life events and treatment from others because it doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things? What if you didn’t realize you don’t want to die until after you died? What if you put all of your eggs in the basket of a heroic death and then survived and now you’re alive, a new adult with no plans and no purpose? I’m putting them in my mouth and shaking them like a squeaky toy.

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Actually no I’m coming out of the void again. I’m OBSESSED with Callie Chandler. What if you were eight years old and you confidently told an Archfey that you’d rather die for something important than live for no reason. What if you sold your soul in the third grade and continued to believe it was the best decision you’ve ever made for the next ten years? What if you couldn’t do anything without having a reason, even simply being alive? What if you just silently put up with horrible life events and treatment from others because it doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things? What if you didn’t realize you don’t want to die until after you died? What if you put all of your eggs in the basket of a heroic death and then survived and now you’re alive, a new adult with no plans and no purpose? I’m putting them in my mouth and shaking them like a squeaky toy.

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*emerges from the void*

Callie and Lux Warrior of the Mind from Epic the Musical

*fades once more into the background*

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toxic codependent familial dynamics this. toxic codependent romances that. what about toxic codependent coworkers. i can’t do my job without this guy here or i’ll kill myself.

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Having an oc moment...

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orbs are so helpful

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okay but "the symbolism is Real and Trying to Kill You" is my favorite kind of symbolism

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i loooooove giving my ocs perpetrator trauma. you hurt people, used and abused and destroyed them, and you will never wash out that stain. you will grow resentful of forgiveness because you refuse to forgive yourself. they don't know what you did like you do. you wear that knowledge like armor, like a sick badge of shameful pride. you can't cut off the hand that struck out and throw it away. you can't pull out your teeth and become something kinder, something more vulnerable.

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bumping your OCs ages up every few years because they’re starting to feel like infants to you. reblog if you agree. 

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Big fan of characters realizing they don't get to die. They have to live. And grow. And be a person. And deal with shit they thought they'd never have to. And be fucked up about it. I would like more of this. Enough dying for honor or as redemption. It ain't. You're just a corpse. There is no moral value in dirt time.

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Big fan of characters realizing they don't get to die. They have to live. And grow. And be a person. And deal with shit they thought they'd never have to. And be fucked up about it. I would like more of this. Enough dying for honor or as redemption. It ain't. You're just a corpse. There is no moral value in dirt time.

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Big fan of characters realizing they don't get to die. They have to live. And grow. And be a person. And deal with shit they thought they'd never have to. And be fucked up about it. I would like more of this. Enough dying for honor or as redemption. It ain't. You're just a corpse. There is no moral value in dirt time.

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Big fan of characters realizing they don't get to die. They have to live. And grow. And be a person. And deal with shit they thought they'd never have to. And be fucked up about it. I would like more of this. Enough dying for honor or as redemption. It ain't. You're just a corpse. There is no moral value in dirt time.

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Simeon could survive the grimace shake.

“Eh. Kinda bland.”

(He turns around and Callie and Larry are just fucking dead on the ground.)

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A girl stands alone in a field. The weight of the world is placed on her shoulders.

A farmer walks past. “please. help.” The girl says.

The farmer responds. “can’t you see I’m hauling this load of hay? How selfish must you be, asking me to set aside my own burden to help you”.

The farmer leaves.

A girl stands alone in a field. The weight of the world is placed on her shoulders.

A noblewoman walks past. “please. help.” The girl says.

The noblewoman responds. “Help you? You seem to be managing well on your own. How lazy must you be, asking for me to help a burden you can very well carry”.

The noblewoman leaves.

A girl stands alone in a field. The weight of the world is placed on her shoulders.

A knight walks past. “please. help.” The girl says.

The knight responds. “Whoever would I help you? Every man is given a burden to carry. How weak must you be, asking your burden be relieved”.

The knight leaves.

A girl stands alone in a field. Tears flow down her face. Her back is breaking. Her arms are so weak. She hasn’t felt her legs in days. The weight of the world is still on her shoulders. She lets it go. She is crushed.

News of the girl’s death reaches the capital.

“What a shame” said the farmer. “if only I could have helped”.

“What a shame” said the noblewoman. “if only I could have helped”.

“What a shame” said the knight. “if only I could have helped”.

A great memorial is erected in the capital, honoring the girl who gave so much.

“So selfless” said the farmer.

“So driven” said the noblewoman.

“So strong” said the knight.

“If I had met the girl” says the farmer, “I would’ve taken the weight from her. It would be easy for me to stow it in my cart”.

“If I had met the girl” says the noblewoman, “I would’ve taken the weight from her. I carry so little, it’s the least I could do”.

“If I had met the girl” says the knight, “I would’ve taken the weight from her. I am strong and noble, I could surely carry such a burden more readily than she”.

The girl is still dead.