#ITS IMPOSSSIBLE-

[sad-leon]

🥤🦴🎨

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

i cant choose just one: Death Wish (remrose), Call Me Here (rbt_lvr), The Call Back Home (GooseInsurance), Every Night the Longest Day (ashtreelane) are just a few I really love and reread or really wanna reread

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

as cheesey as this sounds, my friends inspire me the most <3 rem and russ being my friends has inspired me to write kraang leo and make it an actual thing alkjsldjflsdf

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

uhhhh assuming this means fanart of a fic we've written? considering the ask game is specifically for fanfic writers??? -- if so then,,, unless im being stupid and forgetting something I don't think i've recieved fanart for a fic... I've gotten fanart for other Aus (like Doe, FH, and Shadow leo) but nothing for a fic... unless im being head empty..

and if this means fanart in general i think i'll explode because... oh boy.. that is a lot to choose from

[honeythekidsarealright]

okay i NEED to tell you about my situationship 😭 shes a girl (ofc) and shes known in our college for being a hot girl who plays with boys. A bit of backstory tho!!!

our situationship started with me comforting her (we’ll call her M) in my room at night and eventually she got tired and fell asleep on my chest. And i couldn’t sleep all night because she kept nuzzling closer to my chest and groping me (i didn’t wake her up because she has insomnia and its IMPOSSSIBLE for her to get some proper sleep). And as her friend since 9th grade, we’ve had a lot of sleepovers before and shes mentioned how she needs to hold something to sleep. So i didn’t really find it weird or sexual. UNTILL we woke up next morning (i woke up before her) and she said my pillows (not knowing they were actually my boobs 😭) were so soft and comfy and that was the best sleep she got in her life. So that was 1/2 encounters of how we got to what we are.

Number 2 is when we were @ a club and her ex was tryna flirt with me, she told him to fuck off and SQUEEZED my breast in front of him to imply that i was gay? 😭 (FYI nobody knows shes bisexual besides me and vice versa). Then afterwards i confronted her about it and she said that she wasnt THAT blacked out that night to the point where she didn’t know she was asleep on my boobs and holding my ass (feels so weird to say that lmao).

Anywho! Later on, we played spin the bottle with our friends and it landed on us two, which one thing led to another and that was the first time i had someone on their knees for me and first time I got head 🙂‍↕️

so ever since then we’ve been linking up and doing the deed (idk if this is a tmi but shes a very much dom person whos down bad to eat ass). And one day, were meeting at my friends apartment (both arriving at seperate times) and before I walk into the kitchen, i hear her and her step-sister talking about their sex life.

And she was basically saying how she loved to give me head and how it was so easily to flip me over into different positions and overall things im not comfortable with another person knowing. Like idk about you, but I wouldn’t want some random person to know that my favourite position to receive is facesitting (its not 😭 just an example).

And now, idk what to do. She’s very easy to tick off and she’ll probably just make herself seem like the victim. But i don’t want her talking about me like that: what do I do?

in any kind of relationship that you may enter into, it's important that your partner knows and respects any boundaries that you might have. that being said, i think it is important for you to have a conversation with her and tell her that you're uncomfortable with her sharing the details of your sex life. you should always feel safe enough to communicate with your partner and not feel like your feelings would be invalidated.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Hmm...if Mac absorbs the egg - does that mean he would have a rock in his gut? How would that even work? Would the egg be draining Mac's magic as a form of sustenance to replace the umbilical cord? Imagine the panic those monkeys would have - "Didn't your rock blow up when you were born?!" "Calm down, I doubt it's gonna go all chestburster on you! I hope." "Chest-what?!" "Oh, right, you haven't seen the movies..." "WUKONG!" - or does the *baby* go to Mac and leaves an empty rock for SWK to use?

OK Im calling a Long Post warning; cus its a long answer, and gives a pretty good idea Why the plot happens.

Basically the stone "Egg" MK comes from was a comet containing Something. The Jade Emperor and a bunch of other Celestials noticed it coming right for earth and started panicing. To anyone not in the know, it just looked like an unseasonable meteor shower over Megapolis.

SWK is summoned cus the Jade Emperor had Visions of what was in the "Egg"; an infant Stone Monkey that could transform into an Eldritch Abomination. Jade Emperor gives the order of scrambled stone egg.

SWK and a bunch of other characters are Not Down For It; so they teleport to SWK's Shame Temple (seen in "Imposssible Delivery") to hopefully catch the Egg before it lands.

Coincidentally; The Shame Temple happens to be where Macaque was put to rest hundreds of years ago, and he's just Woken Up (more details on Why later) to his ex-best-friend/possible soulmate standing there.

Moskha and Nezha have to keep the monkeys apart long enough to form a plan.

The comet that contains the Egg finally crashes down, and begins leaking a horrific chaotic energy thats ripping apart the reality around it. It takes the power of SWK, Nezha, Mohska, and Guanyin herself to perform a ritual to contain the energy within a confined space.

Problem was that when The Egg hit the earth, it had cracked open. But unlike SWK and Mac, it had not developed a body for its soul to survive in just yet.

Wukong has a rare lightbulb moment.

Wukong: "Hey, if *our* eggs held us - then could we use our old shells to patch it up and let it finish cooking?"

Macaque: "Thats the stupidiest idea you've ever had. Lets do it."

Guanyin gives the thumbs up, and Macaque takes SWK's place in the ritual, summoning all his shadow powers to keep the Soul within the temple. SWK causes some chaos zipping around to Flower Fruit Mountain and the Moon for the remains of his and Mac's stone eggs.

SWK patches the broken Cosmic Egg with the remaining shells, successfully trapping the energy.

Then Macaque's control on the shadows faulter, causing the Cosmic Egg to zoom towards him (Samadhi Fire flashbacks anyone?) and hit just before Wukong can jump in for a save; the Soul contained within the Egg absorbing into Macaque's body and leaving behind a seemingly normal egg-shaped rock in Wukong's hands.

Everyone starts panicking.

Guanyin explains: since the Soul existed outside of the natural order, it couldnt just simply jump into the nearest body like a reincarnation. It needed similarly un-natural progenitors.

In essense; the undercooked MK soul was like: "Where am I?! What am I!? Why am i so cold!? Where's my parents!?" *sees SWK and Macaque fixing his egg* "Oh, there they are, my bad."

Which means that Shadowpeach just metaphorically and *literally* concieved a future mystic Monkey.

Macaque is NOT HAPPY and immediately jumps to beat the crap out of SWK.

Moksha has to stop herself from laughing cus; "Bro you just magically knocked up your ex.", while Nezha looks horrified cus he thinks he just saw what Stone Monkey baby-making looks like.

Guanyin advises the two monkeys that if they keep things civil, the Soul will likely incarnate into a physical body and get born as an infant Monkey demon do. But there's a catch:

On a gross physical scale; its not an issue. Mystic Monkeys exist outside the natural category of creatures, and are shapeshifters to boot, meaning that Macaque already had built-in "equipment" to carry a kid. Its just him and SWK never "tried" making more of themselves - a war and a bad break-up put a damper on any family planning they had.

On a magical + spirtual scale though? : Its Dangerous.

The mystical pregnancy takes so much energy from Macaque that he needs to in-turn "steal" energy from other life sources in order to keep both of them healthy/alive. SWK thankfully cannot die and can replenish his energy on his own via food and rest, but the HP donation in turn drains his powers.

Basically by deciding to spare the Egg, Sun Wukong and Macaque have become functionally Mortal until MK is able to provide for himself.

As for the leftover shell; SWK presents it to the Jade Emperor as evidence that he "scrambled" whatever was inside. The celestials present can tell that whatever was in there, isnt anymore, so they accept that SWK did as he was told.

Except for Erlang Shen who's like; "SWK would never do what he's told! This is sus. Imma keep my eye on you if anything new enters the celestial realm."

SWK: "Fine by me, imma go back to being retired and having my main antagonists sealed away."

Once its confirmed that the Celestial Realm considers the Egg destroyed; SWK and Macaque agree to hide in plain sight among the mortal world for the time being. There's a *few* hiccups along the way ofc, but by the time MK is born, they're settled into the apartment above Pigsy's, and faking being a "Completely Normal (Demon) Couple With Baby", and are getting forcibly adopted by the reincarnations of the old JTTW gang.

Cue the rest of the story, and Shadowpeach forgetting where the Fake Relationship ends and where the "Whoops, you're still my soulmate!" begins.

And the three Realms collectively crapping themselves when MK picks up the staff.

And yes; Wukong would worry about the possibly of MK being born chestburter-style. Macaque would then yell at him and banish him to his cloud for the night.

I'm close to finishing the first chapter, so please continue sending asks for more details you'd like to know, and I'll answer without giving away too many spoilers.

Tldr: No rock in Macaque's gut, just baby. Leftover cosmic eggshell used to juke the god. MK is the result of a Covalent Bond. Guanyin is an amazing Fairy Godmother

[loveandfictionforall]

Romantic Headcanons for Symmetra, Zarya, Widowmaker, and Pharah with a soft, emotional Male S/O, Please? Because Soft Emotional Bois need more love.

Hi there!

I have never written a male reader yet, so I hope you like it :)

Symmetra

Symmetra would wear the pants in your household. Everything in your home has its order and structure to which you bend. While she does not say it, she is thankful that you are so accepting towards her need of order and control.

Symmentra tries to be there for you when your emotions gets to you but sometimes she can't truly follow how you are feeling. But even then, she will be against your side, taking your hands in hers and tell you, she is there for you.

Symmentra is really thankful that you are a very understanding person and that you are not angry when she needs some alone time because she ist too overwhelmed. You even try to help her and remind her of some of her soothing routines.

Zarya

Zarya loves you dearly and is not afraid to voice it.

She loves how you are always at her side, giving her some protein snacks and water when she is training and weight lifting.

Sometimes she even jokingly uses you as her weight but more often than not it leads to ofther certain things.

Zarys loves also that you don't feel intimitated by her strength and sheer massive muscles. Nonetheless, she tries her best so show her love towards your body which is not as toned as hers - Which is no problem, since she loves your softness.

Widowmaker

Widowmaker admired your persistence, even while she was not very nice towards you. You however were kind and caring.

Even though she can not feel the cold, she appreciated your gesture as you handed her your jacket.

Since most of her personality is repressed and with that many of her emotions, it is nearly imposssible to come close to her.

Her demanour towards you is very mean and she often says that you are annoying and that she wants to kill you - yes, you cried many tears because of her treatment.

But after all this, you are still supportive because you know that she went through living hell to become who she know is and so you take your time, slowly cracking one wall after the other until she breaks and all the manipulation will reveal itself.

Pharah

Your first meeting with her would have been when she saved you from some robbers or something along these lines since Pharah has a stroing sense of justice.

She would make sure to walk you home, to ensure you are being safe and that no harm will fall upon you.

While you two walk, you are very thankful for her help. You two talk, you invite her towards you, making her a strong coffee since she wants to go back to patroling after that.

It takes a long time until she lets you in since her main focus is saving other people and her private life has no such focus for her.

but you could wiggle into her heart and with that you became her number one priority to protect.

[missamyrisa2]

Miss Amy, you're so cute! I'd just love to use some feathers and make up brushes along your thighs and ears, get you nice and hot till your princess part is near bursting from your cute purple panties. I'd tell you how cute you were as you moaned and giggled, how I need to hear more as I edged you and gave you soft, gentle kisses wherever I pleased in between feather strokes ❤️

I seriously can't with thissss~~~ okay okay~ it's the simplest thing but I can never not get wiggly squirmy when someone calls me cute I just cannnnnt~ and then you had to sayyy feathers and makeup brushes why my gossh why are makeup brushes so hot? Like they're soo pretty and sweet and helpful and also like, teasingly tauntingly girly & artistic. And then feathers ~~~

okay, I'm going to share something and keep it censored but I will post it separately just in case the post is flagged (update: it was flagged, sorry but look me up on Fetlife I think I posted that pic there a while back~). But it's the effect a single feather can have on me, that sound they make on skin, the way they flutter and look sooo heavenly eeee!! Just on sight alone my princess part quivers under their magic~

But shuuuussshh those loving words melt me so badly when I'm struggling. It's another pair of feathers twirling in my ears and brushes dancing on my lobes ~~

did you know my eyebrows are ticklishhh? I don't know why I said that but I can't help it when I'm talked to soo sweetly it's like some indirect interrogation where I have to confess and tell stories about my ticklishness ~ like one time someone meant to kiss my forehead and they kissed my eyebrow and I was like eeeeeek that tickles so they ran their thumbs on them and I fell apart into a blushing mess as they held me and it's soo ridiculous nnnh~

Andddd stupid sillllly pantiesss how does anyone wear them ~ I mean so adorable and cute and that's why but cradling your royal part with that material and cute color just sets up for teasing and I can't resist it ever and once you start this fire the material hugs more and more snug taunting my princess part as it gets soo worked up & hot and bothered, like a teasing loop that continues until the panties can strain no more and my most royal part escapes its silky prison~!!

Mmmh kissy edgingssss that's what you're doing you're edging me with kisses and that's just outrageoussss I'm edgying from kisses and purples and my dress and my belt and my panties and this is imposssible you're horrible horribly amazing and I love youuuuu pleeeheeasee mmmmh let me gigglecum~~~<3

[cleelczipsybane]

WLC 2.A: What's in the Box?

L: The rest of that day was relatively uneventful. We eventually found a place to camp. Maraja went straight to sleep while Kalyani and I... communed... about Vanessa. J: We don't need to hear about that, Mum. D: Sure is a lot of boring adult stuff in this story. L: One day you'll want to know about "boring adult stuff." J: Still don't, Mum.

Maraja took the second watch. She made no fuss about her companions; she would simply pretend that she hadn't noticed. Between the two of them, the spells and wardings would likely be enough without an actual guard, but Maraja couldn't allow herself to become complacent; she will not always be traveling with such magicians. She kept her ears open to the faint distant echoes: things burrowing, skittering, even flapping. While the earlier worm shocked her with its size, the fauna she's met since is small and mostly harmless.

Maraja kept eyeing the passages forward and back. While she had lost track of how far the group have traveled, she trusts Vanessa's eyes to guide them. If they kept following her, they'd find Kirono. The wizard was convinced that the paladins were dating. 'Insanity,' thinks Maraja, 'We're just friends and I'm not about to abandon her.' Her thoughts drift to and fro. 'We are friends, right?' she worries, 'It's not like those Vrow.'

L: Anyway, when we woke, Maraja was really distracted: deep in thought. But we got our things together and continued on. That day, we found a suspicious box. So naturally the first thing we did was make sure they wasn't anyone hiding nearby before we carefully approached it.

The iron chest has a single hinge and a simple lock. It appears tightly clamped and relatively clean. It is clearly out of place here, all three women know that; no one just leaves a container like this in the middle of a tunnel in plain (dark)sight. The real question is: what kind of trap is it?

"Bomb?" asks Kalyani, "Perhapss, a cursse or poisson?"

"It looks koboldic," says Ling, "So poison is most likely, if anything."

"Should we just ignore it?" asks Maraja, "Just raise a little wall around it?"

Kalyani points her staff at the chest. "Jusst give thhe word."

"Hold," Ling raises her hand. "If you see anything appear over the box, sink it down." She points at it and thinks loudly. An image of a dog 🐶 appears over it.

As commanded, Kalyani shapes the stone beneath the box to lower it down and cage it with forcefully formed stalagmites. For a second, she thinks it may have twitched.

"What manner of spell was that?" asks Maraja, "A dog?"

"That's a mimic, no doubt," says Ling, she looks at her armored friend, "Say something, mate?"

"Thhe sspell, dear," says Kalyani, "What wass thhat?"

"Oh that," laughs Ling, "That's my own invention; I call it Detect Consent. I think of something and the idea enters the target's mind then I get a reaction for if they're in favor, against, or unable."

"So what is 'dog'?" asks Maraja, leaning closer.

"Dog is non-sapient," says Ling, waving a few illusions for dramatic effect, "There's also 🧠 brainwashed, 🍾intoxicated, 👻 possessed, ⭐ cursed, 💤 unconch, and 🐣 minor. If none of those trigger, then it'll give a ✅ yes or 🚫 no."

"What about imposssible?" asks Kalyani, "And can you teachh me thhiss?"

"Impossible actions default to no," says Ling, "And I'd love to teach ya."

"So if that were a normal chest," asks Maraja as the group approach the trapped mimic, "It wouldn't have given any response?"

"Nailed it," Ling slaps Maraja's shoulder, "I just realized it'd out these b****rs."

D: Why did you make that spell? L: To keep kids from places they don't belong. Almost every bartender in Inner Glow ended up learning to cast that cantrip. J: And then it spread amongst travelers and drove non-sapient mimics into extinction. L: Can't say anyone's mourning those. J: The propagation of smart mimics that led to was disastrous.

"But the question remains," says Maraja, poking the mimic with her sword, "Where did this come from? Mimics hide near people."

"Sso people," says Kalyani, keeping her staff ready as she leads the group forward, "Musst be hiding near it."

[staircasewitttt]

Dr. Okebekwa jumped out of his car and took a airplane was sitting in traffic for a few days. Now he knows its good to know what was happening I drove my car oppisite of a ne way highway in oakland my sister drove me crazy more than anything in the world theres noone in the database I dont hear voices at allI was under the oakland sign on the highway with ice and pile of ie icy road I didnt go far at all that was imposssible!

[nyaruhodou]

have you ever felt so alone that if you were to pick up the phone no one else would be on the end? have you ever been far from so scared you had to roam and now youre beaten and tired with no one to call a friend (he doesnt count)? you tried your best to make a change but people just think youre strange and it feels like

no one else is singing my song, no one knows the rhythm enough to sing along if only someone could see in 3 part harmony how alone (how alone (how alone)) only i am

its late and getting colder youre only getting older and youre next to someone who is fast asleep (thats so specific 🤨) does anyone understand? WOULD anyone understand? could.... ANYONE UNDERSTAAAAAAND

of course not cuz no one else is singing my song no one knows the rhy. thm. enough to. sing along. when the core of your problem is a complicated melismaAaAaaAA no one gets how alone (how alone (how alone)) only i am

but while im singing my song, someone else is singing along, about a third higher and they echo at a different moment... (moment!) how beautiful would it be if it was the entire company but thats impossible

impossible, impossible!, imposssible, impossible... or is it? ��

of course not no one else is singing my song (were out of paper bags 🤪) i mean DUH! no one knows the ever changing rhythm enough to. sing aloooong if only someone could see in eleven part harmony, or maybe just unisooooooon

its logistically impossible. i am super unique. hold out my lonely hands, aaaaaahhhhh

(oh hey guys! hi guys whats up)

.....only i am.

[skadream]

looking up stuff about new leaf on youtube is imposssible cuz its mostly just ppl stating very loudly about how new leaf is better than new horizons when it first came out and im not even disagreeing with that statement i just wanna see like what the gyroids from that game looked like

[budapestbug]

Whose Heritage? #Hungarian #Gypsymusic (Written by Ildikó V. , 2014-05-11 17:12) The Hungarian instrumental dance music of the early 19th century—so-called “verbunkos” music—along with Hungarian popular songs (“magyar nóta” in Hun garian) and the csárdás, are referred to even by Hungarians themselves using one word, cigányzene (Gypsy music), if a Gypsy band happens to be playing them. Anyone familiar with Hungarian culture will need no explanation of the components of this term. Hotels and restaurants all around Hungary typically play this music which includes two fiddlers, a bass and a Hungarian instrument called a cymbalom. Actually, to write about authentic gipsy music is almost imposssible, when one never has heard any gipsy band from Transylvania.„Translyvania is a historical province in present-day Romania, wich has been historically and culturally linked to both Central Europe (Hungary) and Southeastern Europe. Its music reflects those influences. Inhabited by Székely, Hungarian, German, Serbs, Slovaks, Gypsies and Romanians, Transylvania has long been a center for folk music from all of these different cultures. Béla Bartók and Zoltán Kodály collected many folk songs from Transylvania early in the 20th century. Kodály’s „Székelyfonó” (The Spinning Room) uses folk tunes from the area. In our days Deep Forest included folk songs from Transylvania on their albums. Hungarian Gypsy Music: Whose Heritage? (Written by Ildikó V. , 2014-05-11 17:12) The Hungarian instrumental dance music of the early 19th century—so-called “verbunkos” music—along with Hungarian popular songs (“magyar nóta” in Hun garian) and the csárdás, are referred to even by Hungarians themselves using one word, cigányzene (Gypsy music), if a Gypsy band happens to be playing them. Anyone familiar with Hungarian culture will need no explanation of the components of this term. Hotels and restaurants all around Hungary typically play this music which includes two fiddlers, a bass and a Hungarian instrument called a cymbalom. Actually, to write about authentic gipsy music is almost imposssible, when one never has heard any gipsy band from Transylvania.„Translyvania is a historical province in present-day Romania, wich has been historically and culturally linked to both Central Europe (Hungary) and Southeastern Europe. Its music reflects those influences. Inhabited by Székely, Hungarian, German, Serbs, Slovaks, Gypsies and Romanians, Transylvania has long been a center for folk music from all of these different cultures. Béla Bartók and Zoltán Kodály collected many folk songs from Transylvania early in the 20th century. Kodály’s „Székelyfonó” (The Spinning Room) uses folk tunes from the area. In our days Deep Forest included folk songs from Transylvania on their albums.

[agreementtale]

A drawing of a Corny and his tiny crochet hat, for the @vex-bittys’s fic giveaway.

So on our visit to the bitty clothing store, I noticed he got a bit down when he couldn't fit the pink slippers we usually find in display, but the moment he caught me looking he put on his usual smile and tried to distract me with puns, the little jokester.

I thought of buying him a human sized one, so he could use as a den, but he is very picky of where to sleep (unlike what I've heard about Cornies). He always coils on my shoulder while I try to fix him a place to sleep, and helps me with tips like "too small" or "too big" or "too windy" or "too hot", and even once he said there were "too many pebbles" but as I took one away suddenly there were "not enough pebbles", when I didn’t understand, he said something about the iridescent/transparent ratio between pebbles and how that interacted with the area of the bed and that was a very important thing to lamias and basic knowledge to every adopter… also that as a Corny, he was "clearly too lazy" and it was “imposssible to do it myself”

He always end up sleeping curled on my shoulder or neck before I can do proper arrangements, he says he gets tired just by seeing me working, but at least he is never upset that I can’t get it right, plus I have some fun trying to build things for him, so its ok, I guess.

When he wakes up (He ends up sleeping in my neck/pillow most of the nights) he always says that is the effort I put in it that counts and follows it by a pun related to what I was working with, pebbles, feathers, pillows, blankets, etc.

Anyway, I thought to myself, what would better fit a snake than a little hat?

I managed find samples on the internet and to crochet one myself while he slept, adding “Pun-fu Master” to the design. When I showed it to him next morning, I swear it looked like he had teeny tiny stars in his eyes, and he hasn’t taken it off in a week!

I don’t have much experience with lamias, and he basically taught me all I know about Cornies,  but he seems happy, what makes me happy :-)

What do you think, Vex?

[fairycosmos]

grief makes me think such bitter thoughts. i think she (mine, not yours of course) had it so easy. got in bed, injected herself, peacefully went without even knowing. now im here debating what will leave the least gruesome corpse bc i dont want to traumatize nobody. now im feeling trapped bc another death im going to throw on my loved ones?it seems so bc life is imposssible. but how easy she fucking had it. i dont even want to see her again after im gone. i hate her for trapping me in this hell

i know what you mean. i'm the same. at least, i'm at a total loss as to how she just went to sleep and never woke up. and now i'm in this hell version of reality without her, now i'm going to have to deal with a whole lifetime without her. bc of one messed up choice she made. it doesn't even feel like something that should be possible. i feel cheated and indignant like a little kid. honestly, grief makes you think and feel all sorts of things. you don't have to justify or explain any of them to anyone. the process of managing it is not a linear, fast or simple one. these emotions come and go in new ways, in cycles, in memories, in avalanches. and the only thing we can do is sit with them. it's fucking awful. personally, i am just trying to accept being completely and utterly and irreparably ruined. i'm trying to understand that there is no way out, and that i have a right to be fucking angry. you have a right to be angry. every time i talk out loud to my sister i end lecturing her like a pissed off teacher, or just apologising over and over. it doesn't help, but i've got nothing left to lose by trying these things - screaming at her, drawing her, breaking completely. wrote her a letter for the first time today too. none of this means i'm coming to terms, in fact every day i feel worse in a different manner. don't know if its the same for you.

it's hard with drugs because you cant help going over it all in your head. it's not fully an illness, not fully an accident. you can't help just wanting to shake the person and make them truly listen to you. you cant help feeling completely incredulous. i also see it the same way, as if i'm trapped. i am trapped. i kept saying i wasn't going to kill myself after she died because like you, i didn't want to throw another death at my family. i still don't. they would buckle under the weight of this pain x 2, and i wouldn't blame them. i understand that, so i'm trying to stick around because now that i've experienced this i cant imagine causing it. i don't want to stay, but i have to for the moment. no long term commitments. just knowing i have to deal with tomorrow. and that's all it takes, the awareness of having no option but to wake up in the short term, to minimize the potential grief of your death. you discard the option because it isn't one, no matter how desperate you are. if that makes you even angrier, that's understandable. i hope you can keep trying, too. just in general. try to go on. try not to think about the far future, what you're going to do, how you're going to cope. truth is you probably won't know until you're in the situation. i know this is the last thing you want to hear and i also feel entirely misunderstood when people say it to me, but please don't act drastically. if you feel like you're at risk of harming yourself, please let your family know, or a professional/hotline. for your sake, and the sake of your loved ones. talking about it is like cleansing a wound. awful, necessary, you know. while people may not fully understand, they do to an extent and it can help a little to accept that you're not alone in your grief. even just to say it all out loud, and to break down and be witnessed in your break down, can temporarily alleviate the weight. i know we're going to carry this forever, and it's never really going to get better. but people do keep telling me the things that trigger that intense feeling of total devastation/rage lessen with time. people keep telling me you learn to keep the person around, that you learn to continue on your relationship with them despite their death. even if it'll never be the same ever again. idk how true any of it is, i just know it's worth it for you to get through today, just to see for yourself. it's normal to be angry, dude. they left us here in the most impossible, unbearable, imaginable situation without any form of escape. no one would blame you for being bitter for the rest of your life, and it's okay if you are. it'll grow and change as you grow and change, even if in some form it always remains. it's also okay if the feeling eventually dissolves into something else. ultimately there's no wrong way to do this. every moment that you continue forward is, in and of itself, more than good enough . sending so much love your way. i'm so sorry for your loss 😔 💕

https://www.opencounseling.com/suicide-hotlines

[raedas]

DUDEEEE OMG ITS 3:51 AM AND THE “BUT IM ONLY NINETY SIX” CHAPTER HAS ME SITTING HERE,,, WHOA THEYRE REALLY NOT PLAYING AROUND???? i’m going to sleep but i am so invested!!!

YES GO SLEEP BUT YEAH !!!! THEYRE ALL SO OLD (I think one of the best parts of the series is how normal it is for them, and how well the author does the world building so we both get the shock factor but it doesn’t sound impossible either??? idk if that made sense-) and ahhhhhhh it’s imposssible not to be invested in scythe I think

[helahades]

wow why are you so lovely for no reason 😳💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

you & me 🤝 perfect match 😌✨

[transgenderer]

i actually sort of appreciate the meta-meta-[...]-irony of jreg. it feels like its making everyone autistic? like, communication is often ambiguous, and often its just me who cant resolve the ambiguity, so its sort of nice for someone to create ambiguous messaging thats imposssible for anyone to resolve, because you get in an infinite regress. its like reverse psychology

[nascealta]

It feels better like this.

Having conversation without any bond because you already realize that its most likely imposssible to be together.