#BACKSTABBED

[ourinternallandscapetarot]

"The traveller has reached the end of the journey! In the freedom of the Infinite he is free from all sorrows, the fetters that bound him are thrown away, and the burning fever of life is no more."

- The Dhammapada

[andoverta]

Let's just ignore the fact that the fandom for Warrior Nun got used and this feels like a backstabbing act. To learn that Simon Berry is not a part of the writing for the Warrior Nun movie and that the possibility that the original cast and Netflix Series story line is being ignored is just an overall fuck you to the fucking fans. Honestly that "announcement" was so anticlimactic that it just hurt. Totally abused the fandom. I love Ben Dunn for giving us Warrior Nun content and comic but to this is an out right fuck you to the fans that saved Warrior Nun. I felt like if they wanted to go back to the comics they should have finished the series with Ava's story line (there's so much more to it then her going to Reya's realm) and then offer a prequel following the comics at least let this way it won't feel like a backstab. In this life or the next ya'll....

[fiishfiinity]

Foust, realizing another betrayal from a closest friend. It’s a motif of all my characters.

[meplusself]

pov: the experienced of being let down by a friend

In the unpredictable rollercoaster of life, there are few blows as disheartening as the experience of being let down by a friend. It's like navigating a maze, thinking you've found a reliable companion to guide you through the twists and turns, only to realize they've left you stranded at a dead end.

Picture this: the sun is shining, birds are chirping, and life is humming along as usual. You and your friend have shared laughter, secrets, and countless memories. There's an unspoken pact of loyalty, an understanding that no matter what, you've got each other's backs. But then, out of the blue, the script flips, and the trust you once took for granted crumbles like a sandcastle swept away by the tide.

The initial sting is a blend of disbelief and disappointment, a bitter cocktail that leaves a lump in your throat. You replay the events leading up to this moment, desperately searching for a clue, a sign that could have warned you of the impending betrayal. It's like sifting through the ashes of a burned friendship, trying to salvage something meaningful.

What makes it all the more bewildering is the contrast between past camaraderie and present betrayal. It's as if you were handed a script for a feel-good movie, only for it to take a dark and unexpected turn. You find yourself questioning the authenticity of every shared moment, wondering if the laughter was genuine or merely a façade.

There's a certain vulnerability in friendship, a willingness to expose your true self to someone you consider a kindred spirit. When that vulnerability is met with betrayal, it's akin to having your soul laid bare and then trampled upon. The disappointment is a heavy cloak that wraps around you, making every step feel like an uphill battle.

In the aftermath, you're left grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. Anger simmers beneath the surface, a fiery reminder of the breach of trust. Hurt, like a persistent ache, lingers in the corners of your heart. And woven through it all is a thread of sadness, mourning the loss of a connection you once held dear.

Yet, amidst the wreckage of shattered trust, there's an opportunity for growth. It's a harsh lesson in the impermanence of relationships and the fallibility of human bonds. As you pick up the pieces, you may discover a newfound strength, an ability to stand tall in the face of disappointment.

Life, with all its unpredictability, teaches us that people are flawed, including ourselves. It's a reminder to approach friendships with a blend of optimism and caution, understanding that while some companions may falter, others may surprise you with unwavering support. The experience of being let down by a friend is a chapter in the book of life, a chapter that, with time, fades into the background, making space for new connections and the resilience to weather whatever storms may come your way.

[whumpforthesoul]

Whump Prompt #003

Whumpee has been stabbed. Backstabbed, to be specific. Imagine them walking into their apartment, dorm, house, whatever and being seconds away from collapsing. Caretaker is anxious, as Whumpee looks deadly pale and seems feverish, but Whumpee furiously denies everything. Whumpee is wary of causing problems, though this is very serious. Finally Whumpee accidentally reveals his back, and Caretaker is stunned.

"Holy shit, Whumpee," Is all the caretaker manages to say. Whumpee's eyes roll back into his head a little and he crumples to the ground.

[jazstarr]

I don't feel like life is worth living anymore. I feel hopeless & worthless & more useless than ever before.

I simply don't see a next door that will open for me. Or where to even start looking for the key. I feel never-ending confusion. See realistic illustration. A blackhole of darkness surrounding me.

It's pull so forceful. It's hard not to let it just consume me fully, leaving nothing partial, no leftover morsel.

I don't know what's left to keep me hopeful. Or what will ever make me feel joyful. I've always seen life with no-frill, & have looked everywhere for simple, cheap thrill.

Within the haunted maze I've been searching for the end of since the start of my days. Within a vacant; cold cave. Where I hide away. In the shades of grey.

Though trecherous terrain & traitorous ventures. My whole being has been lead astray. Straight through torrential downpour, where you can't tell up from down anymore.

Away from any clear laneway. Still trapped within this haunted maze, feeling enslaved by what haunts my brain. That eats it way, little by little. Every single moment of each day.

Until that one comes; where everything frosts over & gets completely numb. You just lay there, stay still; no more need to be afraid, hide or high-strung; still scared of what next may come. What creatures await after this one. You've finally come to the end of this chaotic treasure hunt.

Yet, there is no treasure. No desired conclusion to your life of confusion.

You are just simply done, never once feeling like you have won.

You have been scared; got somewhat prepared because you knew this day would come. You just never knew...

You just never knew how badly broken you would become.

Now, you don't have the strength to even think to begin a restart. All you really think about & want now is how to permanently depart.

The only thought keeping you around is the thought of breaking & destroying your families lives & hearts.

I keep on trying, yet struggling to still keep myself around. To keep from breaking down.

Completely falling apart.

It takes a whole new type of strength to really take on this part.

[inky-sun]

me

[born-anew-crushed-by-you]

Last 3 nights in a row. Thoughts of you & only you just live rent free in my head.

Today while at work, thought of you, rushed so fast to my phone to message you. Just to realize, that your gone.

Barely been getting sleep, craving just the simple sound of your voice.

To have one thought. One idea to a thought for you and I to be a fool for craving let alone wanting someone who can't even stand me let alone be near me.

Thanks I guess? Idk so much just killing me inside lately.. honestly wish I was heard but I barely a word any more. Guess you could say. I don't even have the energy any more.

Feels like broken glass and egg shells everywhere to everything I say. Crave to say and express, but honestly,I've lost that voice, not sure that its lost by any means... it was taken & tossed, from craving to say & express...

To Crave, to just keeping my self to staying & saying for my self to shut up.

Not a word not a peep, not from me. As i found out, shutting up is key to now just to be craving to be held in just silents, to feel touch, a grip, to be worth just a few words.

But know I'm not safe as I craved your safety but knowing g it's now a jinx..

I feel as if I'm no one...

"From your Pup. Love JDNJ to B..."

[swagman5000]

mission failed: nap ruined my vibes

new mission: reaquire vibes

[rightnewshindi]

बागी विधायकों ने पीठ पीछे किया वार, कांग्रेस के निशान पर जीते थे चुनाव; सीएम सुक्खू

बागी विधायकों ने पीठ पीछे किया वार, कांग्रेस के निशान पर जीते थे चुनाव; सीएम सुक्खू

Himachal News: हिमाचल प्रदेश के मुख्यमंत्री सुखविंदर सिंह सुक्खू ने बागी विधायकों पर एक बार फिर अटैक किया है। दरअसल, सीएम सुक्खू से पूछा गया कि बगावत किए कांग्रेस के विधायक ट्वीट कर के कह रहे हैं कि सीएम सुक्खू उनके पीठ के पीछे से वार कर रहे हैं। इसपर सुक्खू ने कहा, ‘देखिए… पीठ के पीछे तो उन लोगों ने वार किया। वे कांग्रेस पार्टी के चुनाव चिन्ह पर जीतकर आए और कांग्रेस के प्रत्याशी को वोट न डालकर,…

[sittinwithyou]

I'm pleasantly enraged on how this isn't a real poll.

what's your favourite colour of the sky?

[parisoonic]

its not my fault i keep playing against Daniel Day-Lewis mfs

[leftsquarebracket]

oh fuck it's 2:30 again

[homeofwyrm]

Ianthe's no good, very bad day

[cynicalmusings]

i know this would never take off, because trying to get a group of people on tumblr to do something is like herding cats, but could the x reader fandom agree on a collective tag to use for ambiguous drabble-style posts with multiple character names at the bottom? e.g. ‘#adapt drabbles’ or ‘#archetype drabbles’ or something along those lines, just so that people who don’t like reading them can block the tag (and that those who do can follow it!)

(for clarity, i’m referring to the post style which is roughly as follows:)

[a piece of text — usually a description or short passage of some sort, using the characters’ pronouns but without specifying a name] CHARACTER, character, character, character, CHARACTER, character, CHARACTER, character + your favs!

[demonlordcosnime]

lets play the witcher part 30