#I am emotions
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sibmakesart · 3 months ago
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singwith-love-at-our-throats · 10 months ago
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i rewatched OMWF today and forgot that the last thing that Spike says to Buffy before she goes to confront Sweet is that he hopes she burns and dies, and now I can’t stop thinking about Spike from Tales From A New Body by @thisisoffyourbird being haunted by those words for the next 20 years and I am distraught 😫😫
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justablix · 6 months ago
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Freddy der sich um Max kümmert
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imstalkingurblog · 5 months ago
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Episode 5 part 2 of the walking dead season 2 is up! The game really goes into the life and death theme with this one 🫠
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bprdmyers · 2 years ago
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@thenightmareofyourdrems​​ asked:  “ i’m not going anywhere.” ~ Jack
she had been impulsive. still reeling from a tension filled conversation-- or rather argument-- with ash following a mission. for whereas once they had been mirrors of each other, always in sync on missions, they hadn’t been since she’d requested their partnership dissolve even though it had been the last thing she truly wanted. this had marked the longest they’d ever gone without speaking to one another and their lack of an ability to seemingly work well together had nearly cost the success of the mission. by the time she had arrived back at headquarters, emotions had been at an all time high, her storming past agent sato and out of the building once she’d debriefed. georgie had wanted to be anywhere but there. wanted to be as far away from anything bprd, or with the title agent or paranormal as she could be. and so, she had formed what should have been the stupidest idea she could, in hindsight. there was only one person that she spent any decent amount of time with that met those criteria and the house would be free of parents. she also had no active assignments for that weekend. she’d sent the text before she could think about it. want to spend the weekend in new jersey? parents are away for the weekend. had she been more well-versed in well, subtext and normal social dynamics perhaps she’d have considered that a text like that could come off very differently than how she intended. however, she’s not. and so she awaits his answer as she drives toward her house, almost shocked when he responds in the affirmative. 
it’d taken time for him to get there from where ever he had been, no doubt making his excuses to the others he kept company with. she’d thought jack had mentioned not long before that danny had one more show planned before they’d part ways for a few months, let the eye come up with their next trick while they went underground for awhile. georgie and jack didn’t talk a lot about what he did with the horsemen but with the fact they often found themselves having to hide each other from either them or those georgie worked with, some things came up in conversation such as the reason jack’s hideout had switched locations again being in preparation for a new show. the time it took for him to get there served to be beneficial, since davina had to return for something she’d forgotten before being off on her way, georgie’s father having already left that morning. once jack had gotten there, the rest of the friday evening had fallen into a rather typical hang out for them, albeit, it happening inside a house rather than in a public setting and without the tension of worry that plagued them of someone finding out. sure it could be thrilling sometimes, but always being stressed just to spend time with someone, wasn’t good for anyone and them spending time together had started to become a regular thing. she’d forced him to watch the little mermaid despite their ages and his protests, compromising with letting him pick the second movie, they’d ordered a pizza, and she’d shown him to the guest room commenting that she’d have to clean it before her parents noticed it’d been used. and that’s when it had struck georgie that this was a little weird of a situation because firstly, they’d never hung out for more than a few hours at a time before, and secondly, her parents weren’t there and she’d invited a boy to spend the weekend in her house. wasn’t this what parent’s were afraid of when they went off on trips? well, that or their kid throwing a party. then again, it wasn’t as if there was anything to worry about. he was just taking over the guest room for a few days. 
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it’s a few hours later, with the moon filling the sky and georgie falling into a deeper sleep which finds trouble starting. it’s something georgie had failed to consider when she’d impulsively invited him over which had been an oversight on her part. or perhaps it had simply been her belief that she could somehow control something that was out of her control. that it wouldn’t be an issue because she didn’t have night terrors every night, even if nightmares plagued her on most of them. it begins with what sounds like thuds on the floor of her room, books and pictures falling off shelves as she tosses and turns in her sleep. then comes the muttering, which for it’s part couldn’t be heard through the wall shared with the guest room next to hers. but the glass of water she had on her nightstand shattering? that’d made a decent sound. then it’d paused for a few minutes until she’d begun to let out some strange combination of a scream and a cry that’s only partly muffled by her pillow that’s now drenched in sweat. it’s not a night terror at least. she’s not moving out of her bed or trying to open her door even if she is squirming in her sheets. she’s still like that when her door gets opened, it taking the use of her name and a forceful shake to awaken her. she lashes out immediately arms flailing at whoever was there with her to push them away from her, still not registering she’s awake. though, it’s not entirely effective and it only takes her a few more seconds to realize it’s jack making her freeze, a maelstrom of emotions playing across her face. she’s thankful she hadn’t unleashed her powers on him but it’s difficult for her process much else considering her body is still shaking and her face is still wet with tears. she takes a deep yet shaky breath, embarrassment still finding it’s away past her other emotions.  
“i’m sorry for waking you, i-- i’m fine you shoul--” go. he should go, out of her room where he can’t see her like this, vulnerable and unmasked. where he can’t see the way she’ll break down further the moment the door closes behind him as the memories she always tries to force away rage back into her until she eventually pushes them back down and remains awake for the rest of the night. except, he cuts her off, stating he isn’t leaving and georgie isn’t sure what to do with that because she’s never been in this situation before. her father knows about her dreams, comforts her when he can. but no one else has ever seen her like this and a part of her doesn’t want to be alone, even if that part battles with her pride and need to seem strong in front of others. “i-- ” she doesn’t know what to say, suddenly can’t form words in the way she wants to and so she quiets, refusing to make eye-contact and bringing her knees up to her chest as if it’s some form of armor that’ll shield him from seeing that she’s still crying even if she wants to force the tears to stop. 
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wildeoscars · 2 years ago
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1989 / 2023
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thatbuggygirl · 2 years ago
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You ever think about how someone you've never even met can impact your life in deep ways?
Like, I had this internet friend that I was super close with, right? We met, of all places, through fanfiction dot net over twenty years ago, because we had fandoms in common and she liked my writing. We started chatting pretty regularly over AIM and became really good friends.
She was a few years younger than me, but we got on well. Our relationship developed into something akin to sisters -- we were both middle children, sandwiched between two brothers. For nearly four years, we talked pretty much every day, usually through IM, but occasionally on the phone. We roleplayed, wrote fanfic together, and just talked about our lives. We sent each other birthday and Christmas gifts. She had some mental health issues that -as a teenager in the early 00s- she was struggling to deal with, and I, being older, was often a listening ear for her.
We talked about meeting, someday in the future. It seemed plausible, because she lived only a few states away at the time (maybe Maryland, IIRC?) and it wasn't a huge amount of miles between us. That never happened, though, because her family moved across the country towards the later part of our friendship.
Staying in touch became harder, with time zones between us. We still talked and emailed and occasionally called. Her mental health was deteriorating then, too, and she spent some time in thr hospital. It was really hard for me, wanting to help, but knowing I could do nothing other than be a listening ear for her. I really tried my best, but I too was a young adult and there was an retire country between us.
And then one day, after a period of contact that was sporadic at best...she just didn't get back online. I just...never talked to her again. I feared the worst. I hoped for the best.
This was, like, seventeen years ago.
And I've never forgotten her.
I've tried to find her online over the years; we'd exchanged our full names by that point. I've never located her. If she's out there, somewhere, it's in a space I can't reach. But I've never forgotten her.
And right now, I'm getting misty-eyed just typing this, because that's how profound the mark she left on me was. I still worry that something happened to her and I'll never know. I still hope that she's been able to get the help she needed. I hope she's out there somewhere, living her best life.
And somehow, if you stumble upon this...If your name is Cat and you have two brothers and once upon a time had an online friend named Misha that you affectionately called "Sissy"...
Know that I never stopped thinking about you. That I never stopped hoping we'd someday reconnect. That I've wished, all these years, for nothing but good things for you. Wherever you are, whoever you grew to be, I hope you're living a life of happiness.
You touched my heart all those years ago, and left your imprint there, and I will always be glad you were my friend.
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thefatiguedfatale · 2 years ago
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MY👹 LOVING👹 ACE👹 ZINE 👹BUNDLE 👹CAME 👹 IN 👹
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mildelectrocution · 4 months ago
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Inspired by Darwyn Cooke's iconic Batman & Robin illustration, and the New Batman Adventures.
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iscariotapologist · 6 months ago
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today in church one of the priests referred to trans people as "those who are growing into the gender they were called to be" and i'm kind of enjoying the idea of like....divinely ordained top surgery
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liminal-zone · 2 years ago
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Cassian inspiring people to rebel with his words
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melxhunter · 1 year ago
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I feel like there are a lot of people out there who needs to hear this:
If you dropped out of school because of diagnosed (or undiagnosed) ADHD, Autism, ADD, OCD, Dyslexia, Anxiety, Depression, Bipolar disorder, psychotic disorders, schizophrenia etc… You did not fail. The education system failed you.
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t-hirstreview · 6 months ago
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egophiliac · 2 months ago
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doylist explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: probably something about space constraints and making sure two sprites in one seat aren't covering anyone else when they're not in focus
watsonian explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: he snuck in and is hiding from the teachers, don't give him away 🤫
(I've reached my limit of unsuccessful attempts at pulling them before I need to save keys for Halloween, so I've been living vicariously through youtube videos...but the fact that Gidel just pops up from under the desk to wave his arms around happily is really testing my resolve. D: I'm gonna die when they finally get to do alchemy...)
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artsymeeshee · 3 months ago
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Sometimes a hug is all that’s needed
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romaencepardner · 6 months ago
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Saint Applebees, champion of Cassandra, and Sir Applebees, Knight of Cassandra.
(please pick this future Bucky, it's the one with better friends and a sick mullet)
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