i wish that I was a girl. I wish I wasn’t so unhappy with myself. I wish I could be happy and fine and make myself look beautiful in my gender assigned to me at birth. I wish people didn’t view me as undesirable. I wish I didn’t have to transition to pass in order to actually be seen as somewhat attractive. I wish that even then people still would find me desirable. I wish I was skinny. I wish that I didn’t feel like my youth was wasted away. I wish I didn’t feel like I am falling behind in life. I wish I didn’t feel like the people around me were leaving me behind
i wanna preface by saying i don’t believe in the whole theory… i just like to indulge in it in an alternate universe sort of way ( not taking it seriously lol )
i realized drawing halfway in that i drew them in the sgt. pepper’s release day outfits ( which you can see here ) so it might not be accurate in terms of ‘replacing’ Paul ☠️
the boys’ speech bubbles are the color of their sgt. pepper’s uniforms ( hopefully it’s easy to read ! )
as for how i see the whole theory: i think george is suspicious of ‘Paul’ ( Billy ) and obvious doesn’t want to call him that or accept him. John’s just happy he has ‘Paul’ back with him but does has his moments where he gets paranoid about the situation. And Ringo’s just happy to be there HELP
i might make more stuff regarding the theory in the future just cause it’s fun but we’ll seeee thank you for listening
Having bpd to me is like I'm the loneliest person on the planet, no matter how many people I talk to, no matter how many connections I make or have, I'm a lonely void who will die alone. I have to be talking to someone or with someone every second of every minute of every day. I love people so much, I need people. There's so many people out there with different things to teach you. And then, if I have to talk to one person for more than 6 seconds today, I'll kill them. I'll kill myself. I need to be left alone for the rest of the day, I need no one but myself to be happy. I don't want to partake in anything with anyone because it's all draining and taking out of my alone time. Everyone is the same, they're all boring and self-absorbed. Every conversation feels like I'm forcing myself to be actively present. I just want to be alone in my room with nothing or no one. I don't see a future where I'm happy with anyone other than being by myself.
Really want to fall in love with someone who likes late night phone calls like let’s talk until it’s way too late let’s talk in a way that makes me a little bolder let’s talk in a way that makes me miss you even more than i did before let’s talk when we’re both soft and sleepy and just need some company in whatever form we can get it in
1/1 | 4.6k | Written as a prompt fill for @fifthrideroftheapocalypse for @911actions and beta read by the always lovely @herefortarlos 💞
Summary: TK and Carlos journey to New York for the first time to attend TK's high school reunion.
While Carlos is dreading the thought of socialization in a new city, TK is dreading the thought of running into something, or rather someone, from his past.
“How does this thing still fit?” TK asks himself as he takes in the way his high school letterman jacket hugs him just right.
A giant obsidian “B” is stitched on the left breast, standing out against the blood red fabric it’s tacked on. On the back, there’s an oversized embroidered baseball that houses 2013-2014 in red thread.
“You never told me you were first baseman your senior year,” Carlos remarks from his position on the bed. He’s currently hunched over TK’s senior yearbook, hunting for any adolescent ammo he can find for their next non-problem argument.
“That’s because I was only first baseman for one game,” TK replies as he peels the jacket off. “I broke my arm two weeks after the season started.”
“Of course you did,” Carlos chuckles as he turns another page. “Who’s Claudia Howard?” He asks, looking up as TK attempts to pull on an old Brookhaven Swim tee shirt. “I swear she’s in almost every club photo I’ve seen so far.”
“Brookhaven’s academic golden child, our drama department’s biggest headache, and our fencing team’s worst nightmare,” TK answers as he twists and turns his body, trying to get a full look at how the shirt lays. “Is this even mine?” He mutters as he looks at the way it rides up in the back.
“Your school had a fencing team?” Carlos asks, looking up from the yearbook for the first time since he opened it.
“My mom was a lawyer based out of Manhattan,” TK answers as he peels the shirt off and throws it somewhere on the closet floor, much to Carlos’ chagrin. He turns as he pulls another shirt off its hanger. “Of course my school had a fencing team."
Others: Jimin and Jungkook are not together right now....
Me: I disagree...
They are within yelling distance at all times. They have to yell because *cannons* duh. FIRE IN THE HOLE! POWWWWW
Jimin and Jungkook might not be up each other's asses all day (that's a regional phrase meaning up in each other's business aka side-by-side constantly but not the other thing some of you think that means) but they most likely do the same tasks, spend their mealtimes together, sleep next to each other.
They are most likely in close contact with each other during daylight hours. They are sharing the same experiences at the same location in the midst of the same fellow soldiers under the same leaders and commanders. That is my guess based on what I've learned about this type of conscription they chose to do and what I know about the military in general.
ORRR, they ARE up each other's asses all day in order to make the days more bearable. The inside jokes will be never-ending...
Jimin's last notes to us were a tad wistful in that he said time will eventually go by and we'll see each other soon, as well as how much he misses us and he thinks about that every night. Maybe that day he posted that was particularly challenging. It calms my nerves knowing Kookie is there to share, commiserate, bolster and support.
But (cue the disclaimer) no one really knows. We've not had any accounts of what they've been up to, just inferences. Those "others" who claim to know are trying to cope because they are still strangling on bullshit of their own making.
Just a bit of lore relevant vent art (with terrible proportions bc apparently I mess that up horribly when I'm tired ugh. Watch me regret posting this tomorrow. The head size is already driving me mad bc it's too big, and I can feel myself wanting to abort this mission already) of Mourynn just, lying down on top of one of those large elevated Pale Tree roots far above the Grove (and far away from everyone else), and during the time between the early years and before the Personal story. Caithe is gone (Destiny's Edge), Wynne is gone (bc well, y'know...), even Faolain is gone (bc of Caithe in DE), and she's just feeling miserable, lost, and alone.
(Her hair is in between her sapling hair and the Zhaitan hair, so it's grown out a bit bc she's depressed, and she's meant to be in the new outfit she designed, but I'm in the process of redesigning it a bit, so I've made a few tentative changes for now. Her collar is now just an extension of her clavicle leaves which can be put up like a collar, or can be draped down over her shoulders or back)