#and I feel like it's suffocating me
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pessimisticgh0st · 6 months ago
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I wish for once in my life I wouldn't feel so repulsive in my own skin
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ispyspookymansion · 2 years ago
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wikoymi · 5 months ago
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postgame komahina househouse with pet cat named aki (after chiaki) and she really likes nagito. and hajime i guess but if nagitos home she’ll only sit on hajime if nagito is sitting on hajime
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ceruleanterrapin · 6 months ago
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Continuation of this
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Local stubborn blue turtle finally uses his inhaler, the results are shocking
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spyres · 2 months ago
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isat: explores the concept of found family outside of the expected nuclear family dynamic. goes even further by being explicitly against the idea of a found family always being nuclear, and shows this by having the characters cringe and express discomfort at the idea of being assigned specific roles. wants you to accept its found family being an amorphous blob
isat fans who don't understand themes outside of fandomized incorrect quote blogs: okay but what if odile was the mom friend and the rest of the group are her kids
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polarsirens · 6 months ago
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hooo
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moronic-validity · 4 months ago
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I have been up for two hours and all I can think about is texting best friend Gaz like dude, fuckin tired. Can't sleep. Weighted blanket missing. SOS.
(just some thoughts bc I'm tired and not used to being awake before 10. 18+ due to a singular comment, but this is self serving fluff)
And Gaz replies, because he always does when it's you.
Be there soon.
You don't even check your phone when it dings, you know he's already on the way.
You try your hardest to try to get yourself back to sleep, but all the blankets and pillows in your house simply don't have the weight to help you relax enough to sleep.
He parks his car next to yours and lets himself in with the spare key you made him (in case of emergencies), and he kicks off his shoes at the door before making his way back to your bedroom.
You were covered in pillows, blankets, and every vaguely soft item you could find.
He snorted. You flipped him off.
He pushed all the pillows and various other items off of you (why the hell did you have a pair of slippers mixed in with all the pillows) and got comfortable, laying his chest across yours.
You sighed happily, finally comfortable enough to fall asleep. He was heavy, warm, and everything about him radiated safety.
"Need me to tell you a bedtime story too?" His chuckle reverberates against your chest and you nod, making him laugh again.
"Alright so, have I told you about the time I fell out of a helicopter?" You can distantly hear his voice as you drift to sleep, a welcome rest after 18 hours of stress.
You wake up at some point later in the day, Gaz's arm wraped around your waist, holding you close. It's comfortable, familiar.
You nudge him.
"Ky... Lemme up, need t' pee." He grumbles, stubbornly pulling you closer against him.
"Kyle, I'll piss on both of us, lemme up." Your threat means little to him. He's been covered in worse and it would just leave you with a mess to clean up.
You sigh.
"Kyle. I can feel your stiffy against my back, lemme up." His eyes snap open and he lets go of you, holding up his hands in surrender while trying to explain the concept of morning wood.
You wave him off, walking to the bathroom.
Single easiest way to make him wake up.
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vanityangel · 4 months ago
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JACOB FATU WWE MONEY IN THE BANK (JULY 6, 2024)
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rokon24 · 4 hours ago
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I'm in shambles
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nevermoretoleave · 11 months ago
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is he your lord before he's your brother? how do you put your duty to your lord before your duty to your brother? how do you tell the difference? — on rahadin, of house zarovich.
@\iasoup-deactivated20190921 / you're on your own, kid, taylor swift / rest achilles, the world will wait, p.d. ( @\lostcap ) / norwegian wood, haruki murakami / so, you're a soldier, m.j. pearl ( @\fairytalesques ) / glass and god, anne carson / infinite jest, david foster wallace / curse of strahd / mirror traps, hera lindsay bird / the cruel prince, holly black / he ain't heavy, he's my brother, the hollies / brother, sister, rival, friend: the longstanding effects of sibling relationships, joshua a. krisch / matryoshka, mabel episode 28 / this is how you lose the time war, amal el-mohtar / antigone, sophocles / sue zhao / underworld, mabel episode 16
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starheirxero · 7 months ago
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I saw what you said about Jack and Bloodmoon👀 I SEE YOU ARE TRYING TO BREAK MY HEART-
WE'LL IT'S WORKING- But it also got me thinking👀
There's something so deeply unsettling about Bloodmoon's situation. It's an inner, deep rooted horror!
They have always been two, working as one. And despite their hunger, despite their violence, they worked in perfect harmony, never fighting for control. Or anything, for that matter.
Imagine: You wake up. You are surrounded by the abyss, and your body is aching.
You are hungry, so hungry, it drives you to insanity. So hungry, you want to claw off your skin. So hungry, you want to rip out your insides.
But then there is someone else. They are inside of you. A part of you, yet someone else.
And they understand. They feel the same hunger. Their body aches the same, for theirs is yours, and yours is theirs. You are the same.
You are one. You can hear their voice inside your head, and feel their presence tingle underneath your skin. There is a presence inside of you, and it turns your insides warm. It eases the hunger, eases the pain, just enough to make it bearable.
There is a constant presence inside of you, and your head is never quiet. It is always filled with thoughts, some from you, some from them. Sometimes, they will respond to an idea of yours. Sometimes, you tease them for thinking something silly.
Sometimes your body is heavy, and they will gently tug you back. Their presence is no longer beneath your skin. Instead, it surrounds you, their warmth swallowing you whole. They will think of something to make you laugh, because they are a part of you, and know you better than you know yourself. And when you laugh, you feel their lips, yet your own as well, quirk up into a smirk.
You are never trapped, because you're always free to take control, and they will let you, because they trust you, and you are as much a part of them as they are of you.
You are still hungry, but you are not alone in this hunger. Instead, together, you do anything to fill it, hunting down prey. And when you are unsuccessful, they will simply tug you back, and reassure you, telling you you'll catch it next time.
This is your whole life. From the moment, that you first opened your eyes in the abyss, they were with you.
You do not know loneliness, for they are a part of you. Even as you are used and betrayed, time and time again, you do not learn the meaning of loneliness. Because they are right there with you, feeling the same pain. You can hear their thoughts, their anger, their wrath, yet they never lash out at you, rather killing a rat you've stumbled across. Likewise, you're own thoughts are leaping waves, crashing against your skull and leaving you two with a numb ache. But you are not alone, there is a buzzing beneath your skin, and you find them pulling you in. They do not come out, leaving your shared body leaning against a wall, as their warmth surrounds you. "I am here." they tell you. "I'm not leaving." you reassure. You will never know loneliness.
Except then you do.
You are separated. At first, you do not notice the silence, still high on adrenaline and bloodlust, high on seeing you sibling, your other half, face to face. But then you lose you fight, and there is no one to reassure you, to tell you "good job", or take over and finish it for you.
Suddenly, you become aware of the emptiness. The presence underneath your skin is gone, leaving you freezing. You feel your stomach rumble, but no one notices, no one shares it.
Your head is silent. Their voice is gone. Their presence is gone. You can only hear yourself, and you are left reeling. You feel like a stranger in your own skin, a husk who has lost it's soul.
Then you are told, they won't come back.
The buzzing in your flesh will not return. The warmth inside of you will never save you from the cold again. The voices inside your head are gone for eternity.
The presence inside and around you has left. For the first time in your life, you are truly, and utterly alone.
And you are left feeling like nothing but a parasite in your own shell, for there are meant to be two, not one.
Just imagine: there is a constant weight on top and inside of you, like a weighted blanket, and a voice filling your head. And one day, the weight is gone, and your head is quiet, for the first time since you can remember.
But it's not a relief. The weight was a comfort, and the voice was your friend. They were familiar, and all you've ever known. There was never an existence without either.
-Stardust
HELLO STARDUST ANON HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME I AM IN SHAMBLES
I don't even have any additional thoughts you literally worded this all spectacularly. The second Bloodmoon wasn't even technically supposed to be there, but they latched onto each other all the same and worked their existence around each other. They were comfortable and they were familiar and they were happy :(((
UGH THATS SO FUCKED UP. I'M GUNNA BE THINKING ABOUT THIS FOREVER NO ONE TOUCH ME
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seabeck · 5 months ago
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Listen I also live in the PNW and we get heatwave of over 100°. Genuinely you're entitled to hating warm weather but I will take your 85 "too hot" weather any day of the week.
If it's never over 65 how are you supposed to go swim in a river/lake? :(
… go swimming when it’s 65??
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badolmen · 1 year ago
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hey you guys know that even if the people inside that submersible are rich billionaires, dying in that metal tube at the bottom of the ocean is a horrific way to die right. like. yeah stupid choices were made by the people in there signing off on a waiver that says the sub is not approved by anyone and they could die. but it’s the fault of OceanGate for knowingly putting people into a Home Depot DIY sub rigged up with an Xbox controller all to make a profit on people’s curiosity.
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saitamastamaticsoup · 1 year ago
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Not to be dramatic but since hiori is blasian in canon I need black x readers asap🗣️ like we are DEF not getting any cultural background on this kid (because they just slid it in there like we weren’t gonna recognize in the first place)not that we have any background on any of these children’s parents but I think he should explain how he feels being mixed in Japan because it’s just really funny having these two in the exact same anime, and they are both black 
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This is ABSOLUTELY hilarious 😭
Edit: so I’ve noticed a pattern of EVERY character looking like their mother and barely sharing any resemblance to their fathers so ig he gets a pass for being pale BUT there’s even more melaninated characters so let’s give him some sun too!!🥺
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Respectfully; come the fuck on
#blue lock#hiori yo#blue lock hiori#bllk hiori#hiori x reader#blue lock x reader#like I’m most likely gonna do some thing myself#but like the fact that I found out from Twitter#I am once again asking if it is a nod to like being white passing#like is he not supposed to look black because of that#he don’t look like his parents where did his dad come from? Did he immigrate to Japan? Is he Afro American ? Is he Nigerian?#like they’re doing so good on representation so far please.#IT HAS TO BE ON PURPOSE#BC LEO OR WHAYEVER HIS NAME IS IS THERE AND SHIDOU AND TYE OTHER BLACK GUY#I’m literally choosing to believe that it’s on purpose#I am reaching for Atoms I’m not grasping at straws!!#he says he feels like he doesn’t belong so does he mean displaced from two cultures or just one?#what about his extended family is he allowed to talk to them since they’re so suffocating?#I feel like this is a very real thing black kids relate to you can’t just give me him and not tell me shit about him.#if I catch up in the manga and I don’t get any more details I’m going to start chewing lava#Filling in the blanks on his backstory on God#does he just know English and Japanese?#He has a very specific dialect of speaking so is it from knowing a different type of language??#aave mixed in???#French is a very prevalent language in Africa. Does he know a little French?#CREOLE??#like please sad backstory aside who the fuck is he!!#does he get to interact with any of the other black characters??#HIM SHIDOU AND LOKI CAN HE BESTIES LIKE COME ON!!#im in so much pain I’m reading ahead of where I am
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aroacesafeplaceforall · 6 months ago
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Anyone else have that thing when something is mildly wrong with them that they go “this is it, this is where I die, I can feel it happening” or is that just me
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dieno-tsuki · 1 month ago
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Scar vs Family - episode 17395958473
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