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adriles · 1 year ago
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when we’re done with our overwhelming grief we’ll eat i guess
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linoyes · 3 months ago
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millipedegf · 5 months ago
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fare thee well
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oceanvuongs · 2 years ago
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tatsuki fujimoto
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vanyafresita · 4 months ago
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IMAGINE YOURSELF.
TELL ME OF YOURSELF.
WHAT IS IT YOU WANT?
and here is some close ups from the still frames with no filters !
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lotus-pear · 9 months ago
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aaaaa i love ur art sm i was wondering if you could have ever draw rimlaine togheter bc i dont see faanrt of them very often :') or if you could do a little sketch of them if that doesnt bother you..
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they literally made me go through all seven stages of grief,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,save me tragic french yaoi,,,,,,,,,,,,,tragic french yaoi save me,,,,,,,,,,
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declanisms · 9 months ago
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“joe alwyn thinks he’s better than taylor” as he should?? he’s been using his platform to raise awareness about the literal genocide occurring right now while your favourite real world billionaire who is a fully grown adult at 34 says some inane shit praising her sexist racist bf and remains silent on the matter while also being complicit in the way the superbowl is being used to divert attention from rafah. and all the while swifties continue to hate on this man for the crime of having a moral backbone apparently. they rlly be acting morally reprehensible just like their fave
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sad-emo-dip-dye · 7 months ago
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Who tf taught junichiro to operate an aircraft? Surely he did not arrive at the agency already knowing how to do that. And if he did?????
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inkskinned · 2 years ago
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one of the things about having an unstable parent is that it can so easily ruin your future. you want to get out, but getting out takes having agency. it takes the resume and the grades and the stellar community service history.
but you have to choose your battles. you know if you sign up for an after-school activity, it'll be okay for a while, so long as the activity is parent-approved and god-fearing. over time, like all things, it will become an argument (i can't keep carting your ass to these things) or a weapon (talk to me like that again, see if you get to go to practice). sometimes, if you love the thing, it's worth it. but you also know better than to love something: that's how they get you. if you ever actually want something, it will always be the center of their attention. they will never stop threatening you with it. telling you of course i'm a good parent, i came to all of those stupid events.
you learn to balance yourself perfectly. you can either have a social life or you can have hobbies. both of these things will be under constant scrutiny. you spend too much time with her, you should be at home with family is equally paired with you're acting like this because you're addicted to what's on that goddamn screen. you cannot ever actually win, so everything falls within a barter system that you calculate before entering: do you want to learn how to drive? if so, you'll need to give up asking for a new laptop, even though yours died. maybe you can work on a computer at the library. of course, that would mean you'd be allowed to go to the library, which would mean something else has to bleed. nothing ever actually comes free.
and that bitter, horrible irony: you could be literally following their orders and it still isn't pretty. they tell you to get a job; they hate that your job keeps you late and gives you access to actual money. they tell you to do better in school; they say no child of mine needs a tutor. they want you to stop being so morose, don't you know there are people who are really suffering - but they revile the idea you might actually need therapy.
you didn't survive that fall the way other people would. you've seen other people scramble and get their way out, however they could. maybe you were made too-soft: the answer didn't come to you easily. it wasn't quick. it was brutal and nasty. some people even asked you why didn't you just work hard and escape during school? and you felt your head spinning. why didn't you? (they control your financial aid. they control your loan status. they love having that kind of thing). maybe in another life you got diagnosed sooner and got the meds you needed to actually focus and got attention from the right teachers who helped you clear hurdles to get up out of here - but for now? here?
the effort of trying. the effort of not-dying. that kind of effort was absolutely agonizing.
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on-this-day-mcr · 1 year ago
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On this day, November 22
In 2010: My Chemical Romance released their fourth studio album, "Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys". (🖤)
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Stream "Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys" here!
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adriles · 2 years ago
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Wow some of you are really mad at me. Probably b/c i maimed & killed your friends, brothers, fathers, and sons on the field of battle. Thats ok though. Im fated to die soon
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linoyes · 6 months ago
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ca-dmv-bot · 6 months ago
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Customer: SEE YOU MY BUDDY DMV: G Verdict: DENIED
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milkbreadtoast · 9 months ago
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I can finally post the pieces I did for Jung Yeseo's birthday cafe event in Korea!!! I'm so grateful to the organizers for having me... this was really fun to be a part of🥹🤎💕
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u can see photos from the cafe here!!
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originalartblog · 2 years ago
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Good morning~
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theloveinc · 1 year ago
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There's a lot of validity in the idea that older Bakugo is a traumatized pro-hero with major PTSD... but you know what's kinda fucked up to think about? The fact that Bakugo is also a 22-year-old pro-hero with major PTSD even before that, too.
It's almost easy to imagine that things are actually better when he's older (the therapy finally a routine, the trauma long set and on the path to being healed)... and that it's his whole 20s that are spent as a pool of disaster trying to recover from the war(s).
He looks back and barely even remembers being twenty, much less twenty-five or twenty-seven. Barely remembers how little he slept, not at the hands of trying to balance hero work and getting a degree at the same time, but just out of the pure insomnia that came from trying to move on and every nightmare attached.
Hardly ever showering, never shaving (not that he ever grew much of a beard, but the facial hair was definitely there. There's pictures of him on the news with an awkward, grown out haircut and patches on facial hair that make him look positively... immature), barely even eating more than a few protein bars or an energy jelly drink-a day. It's a blur, and his friends are hardly there to pick him up out of it because they're all going through it, too. Somewhat.
It's definitely weird if you meet him during this period. He's not all there, at least, not all of the time. He doesn't really register your interactions, the friendship you extend to him (a younger, or ever older, version of him would've shown you that deep seeded ferocity in response, tried to bite the hand that fed him, even if it were love... but 20s Bakugo... doesn't seem to notice). Even though only one of his eyes is clouded over, the good one never seems to brighten up.
There's definitely moments when the old him shines through: when he's with Deku, when he's in the midst of battle, when he finds out that Todoroki still does a shitty job at chopping scallions. But it's a long time before he's even close to the same, able to step out from underneath the fog of simply surviving and into the sunshine of recovering.
But I think sticking through it with him is worth it.
(It's a weird moment, a happy moment, the first time you realize that Bakugo has changed. That the pouring rain outside hasn't bothered him since he showed up at your apartment. He forgot his umbrella, he's been quite careless ever since the war—wet and shaggy hair frizzed up, cheeks red from cold—but he doesn't seem to mind, with his bare feet up on your coffee table, his eyes gazing out the window. You hand his tea, and instead of gulping it down in one go, letting it burn in his throat, he winces at the heat.
"Tastes like shit," he says, and you laugh because it always does. Just this time, he noticed.)
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