#but I won’t because I’m scared of people

[8-evil-annoying-catboys]

like, im not against the idea of assisted suicide in certain cases, because i believe that bodily autonomy extends to the right to have an option to choose when (sort of), where, and how you die and the right to die with dignity… but i think we have a lot of societal improvements to get done first before it’s fair to allow assisted suicide to anyone who isn’t, like, literally already terminally ill/dying either way.

and i agree that stuff that maybe theory sort of glosses over sometimes or refers to only vaguely as third places, like dance classes and clubs and other group activities, should be part of that. for example: in my city, there’s this yoga studio that runs primarily on donations, and while there is a minimum required donation to take classes inside the studio, they also have permits from the city to hold an outdoor class at this park that overlooks the sea, and that’s open to everyone even if you can’t donate a single coin. it’s close enough to be accessible to me, free, and it happens daily, so i started going like a month or two ago, attending at least one class every week but on my best week i went to 4 classes, and it’s been incredibly helpful. i haven’t even, like, made friends there or anything, not yet, i’m very shy so i just kinda go, participate, then go home—sometimes i hang out after class but i mostly keep to myself.

even so, having this genuine third place, regular gatherings where i exercise in a large group, has helped me SO MUCH. i’m very prone to depression and this year sucked for me and made me even more depressed than usual, and this past month has been so hard, but i haven’t sunk nearly as far as i usually would and i have to partially attribute that to my regular attendance of this free class. about 3 times a week, i get up before noon, leave the house, and go work out, outside, in a big ass group of people who are all doing the same thing and mostly live in the same city as me, and i don’t have to spend money to do it.

before i moved to this city, there was nothing like this near me. i won’t pretend i can know what i would be like if there was, but i would definitely be different, and probably less scared of Everyone On Earth. i would probably exercise more and go outside more, take more walks. everyone should have access to something like this, even if it doesn’t involve exercise or being outside, just doing the same thing with a similar group of people around the same time(s) each week and leaving the house to do it.

gonna’ be honest. fighting for assisted suicide for mentally ill people before fighting for something like free and widely available dance classes … community centers … free transportation… expanded meals on wheels… etc. is the kind of praxis that accurately shows you just want mentally ill people fucking dead. there’s nothing liberating about it. it’s convincing disabled people that they should act on their illness and simply rid the world of the burden that is themselves instead of doing literally anything else to help them.

[altgojo]

the morning 🫧☀️🧡 (katsuki bakugo/reader!)

summary: you weren’t much of a morning person to begin with, but life molds people into one, for work purposes. That until both you and your dearest (grumpiest) boyfriend got a day off. Here comes the best day ever!! wc: 598 words (I know I know it’s not much 😭😭) author’s note: uh…soo hi everyone!! I have been doing everything but writing because life has (and still) been kicking my ass so yup, I literally did some final touches to this Drabble here because I’ve had it sitting in the drafts for quite a while. Also, I have a physics test this week so yeah you probably won’t hear from me for a while but I’ll try to write from time to time lol. ENJOY!!!

The sun was softly gleaming, casting beautiful shadows across the room. Soft rustling sounds can be also heard from the the leaves rustling onto the window’s glass. 

You were soo glad that you were finally able to spend some good quality time with your boyfriend, since most of your mornings are rather fast paced, leaving you with no time to soak in each other’s warmth. Moments like this are rather rare as he is always engrossed in his work. Hero duties and all, as he says in his gruff voice whenever you would complain about his...rather…workaholic work ethic. Although, you get him somedays to come home early to you. Most of the time, he is as stubborn as a mule. But, you would always forgive him nonetheless, because you know that he is a good person at heart, and he can’t help it but try harder and harder to be a better hero, just to help people.

That’s why you were very much excited to spend some time with him, in bed, just having a casual lazy morning. His huge arm would keep you pinned on the mattress by your waist as he gently breathes, accompanied with some little snores here and there, you try your hardest not to chuckle as you don’t want to wake him up, you just want to silently enjoy the daily early hours of birds chirping while gazing at his beautiful face. That’s until he wakes up, taking in his surroundings as he hugs u even more tighter.

“Goodmorning.” He mutters as sleep didn’t completely abolish off of him, slowly blinking, then he looks down, meeting your eyes as silence was the only response he’s gotten.

“I said goodmorning, what’s up with you?” Katsuki grumbled as he kept looking right at you, trying to decipher what’s going on, as he kept staring, you slowly smile at him. Unable to control your expression, you burst laughing right at his face, your face contorting as you saw the utter disbelief and annoyance on his face, causing you to laugh harder. His face would soon turn into his consistant, mundane angry expression.

“What the hell is this? Why are you acting like this at like 8 in the morning?! So annoying…” he grumbled with his bottom lip slightly gutting out, is he pouting..?!.

Katsuki just wanted to enjoy one of his few day offs in bed, with you. But instead, you pull this shit up. Is he slightly (really) annoyed at your childish antics? Yes. 

Is he mad at you? No. 

And that conclusion in return annoys the hell out of him because no matter what you do, he would never get mad at you. Atleast not completely. 

With his arm still pulling you to him possessively, you scoot even closer, nuzzling yourself into his chest, enjoying the close proximity. As you stayed like this for a while, you kept hearing his puffs and grunts get progressively louder by the second. He was getting excessively grumpy, and you knew just the right thing to do. 

“I’m sorry kat, I didn’t mean to anger you, I just wanted to tease you, please forgive me?” You almost coo softly at him, giving him a peck onto his jawline. 

He huffs, the air gently tickles your neck. Then, he flips both of you right over to the other side of the bed, taking you by surprise.

“What the hell katsuki! You scared the shit out of me!!”

It took you a few minutes to register your newfound position. Katsuki was infact, on top of you. Smirking nonetheless at the helpless expression adorning your face.

Shit.

You are totally fucked.

[haveuevermetme]

i remember my whole life i was afraid of romantic and sexual relationships with men.

i was afraid to go on a date because so many people around me were telling me how it’s totally normal to have sex on the first date or, if you want to play hard to get, just kiss on the first date and have sex on the second. i didn’t want to have sex with a man i don’t know. i didn’t want to kiss a man i don’t know. there is no way in hell i could “know” a man after one date. i hated that.

i always thought i was supposed to have sex as an obligation in a relationship. i thought i was supposed to agree to sex even when i didn’t really want to but enough time has passed so now i have to. i thought i will have to suffer through rounds of persuasion for sex when i already had trouble resisting people asking me for something in general, and saying “no” to sex because i didn’t want to be a prude.

i thought i was supposed to suffer through the first time when “it will hurt a bit in the beginning but then it’ll be fine”. i thought about an orgasm, how hard it is for women to get it, how men don’t like when women don’t get it and how women pretend to orgasm not to hurt men’s feelings. i hated that too, i didn’t want to pretend but i also didn’t want it to be hard for me.

i never dreamt of children or wedding when i was a child. for me it was something that will happen but so far away from now it was not worth worrying over. but deep down i knew i was scared and the older i got, the more i was worried about it. i didn’t want to have children, i’m afraid of pregnancy. i’m a little claustrophobic, i’m afraid of being stuck in places where i have no choice of getting out. pregnancy is one of these things for me because if i want a child, i have to get pregnant, if i’m pregnant, i have to deliver the child. i have to suffer thorough pregnancy AND childbirth AND possible consequences of it for my body. you cannot say no to a child when you are 5 months pregnant, or 6, or 7, you just have no other choice but to go through with birthing the baby. it terrifies me.

i hated that i always got told that i can’t have too high standards to dating because there is no “perfect person” and i will have to lower my standards and put up with his face/body/character/interests. i didn’t want it, i didn’t think my standards were high, i thought they were fine. i didn’t want an anime guy because i know what kind of anime they’re watching, i didn’t want a gamer guy because i don’t want a man addicted to his computer. i didn’t want a man with too many guy friends i didn’t like because i had an opportunity to find out how they talk with each other about girls and their relationships. i didn’t want a smoker or an alcoholic, i didn’t want a wife beater, i didn’t want a guy who regularly ignored my wishes even when we were just friends. my standards were really low.

i hate all of that and what i hate most is the fact that i thought i had to go through all this. i didn’t have to. i don’t have to. i can say no, i may never have children or a husband and even though i know a lot of people will be mad about it and would think i am crazy or stupid or both, i still can say no. they can talk and curse me but they won’t be able to make me have children and husband. they will talk, but i will be free.

[uselesseaweedbrain]

Supercorptober - 15. Scotch

A strong smell of scotch permeates the air, and the usually put together CEO is slumped over her tabletop, head falling on her shoulder from exhaustion, eyes damp, her flawless black mane falling in messy strands of jet around her face.

“Lena?!”

“Hey. What news from the front?” Lena asks in a disinterested tone that Kara has never heard her use with her.

“Nothing yet.”

Lena tips her glass once again, wetting her lips with alcohol before looking up at Kara despondently.

“You know- you’re terrible at hiding things from me.”

Guilt lodges into Kara’s throat, and her confession is so low that Lena doesn’t even pick up on it. 

“Heh”, she mutters. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

Kara takes in a deep breath, her lungs tight as Lena stays silent. 

“I came to let you know that I’m not done. Not by a long shot. Until we know for sure, I will turn over every rock, and-“

Lena lifts a tired hand, her eyes welling with tears again. “Just- Just stop.”

Lena Luthor sounds miserable and defeated. Kara reels.

“You’re one of the strongest women I know, Lena! Why aren’t you fighting?”

“Because I did it! I did it.”

There’s finality in Lena’s tone, and Kara bristles.

Lena is so ready to believe in her own guilt, so ready to take the blame upon herself like a familiar blanket-

“There’s still a chance it wasn’t you.“

Lena is looking at her now, her blue-green dilated pupils fixed on Kara, and Kara can’t look away.  

“I know that you believe that everything is good, and kind, and that is one of the things that I love about you- but- that’s not the real world.”

Kara chuckles darkly - it’s funny that Lena thinks she knows her so well, when she couldn’t be further from the truth.

“You’re wrong.”

Lena scoffs.

“No- about- about me. You’re wrong. Believing in good, in kindness- it’s a fight, Lena, and if you think this comes naturally to me, you’re wrong, because-“

Lena’s gaze is still, on her, expectant, but Kara is frozen.

“Because I-“

Words burn like acid in her throat.

“Because I’m the one to blame”, she breathes out. 

Lena’s eyes widen even further. “No, Kara, I won’t let you do that. Stop. Just-”

Kara ignores the interruption, barreling on before she loses her nerve, before she goes back to being scared and silent and hiding while her friend bares her soul to her.

"When I pressed that button, and sent Mon El away- I didn't really hesitate. His life against countless others’, the decision was so clear-“

Kara pauses and fleers bitterly.

"Then Kal came, and said, full of awe and admiration" - Kara almost spits the last words out - " Kal said I was stronger than him."

A wet chuckle.

"He said if he'd been in my place, and it had been the woman he loved instead of Mon-El- he wouldn't have been able to do it."

“Kara, you- you didn't press the button. Supergirl did. I saw her."

An exhale. Then:

"Yeah."

Lena's face crumbles, and Kara buries her nails into her palm.

"That moment- that's when I realised how selfish I was. How self-important I could be, deluding myself into thinking I was a hero, while I had never had to wager what really mattered. Because, the truth is- the sole reason I could press that button was that it was only Mon-El. If it had been Alex- or if it had been-"

Kara cuts herself off.

"I wouldn't have been able to do it. And I don't think I deserve any praise for throwing Mon-El's life away, for scaling people's value in my head, or for playing God when I can barely decide my own fate."

"So, if anyone should be held accountable? It's me, Lena. And if we have to deal with the consequences of you saving everyone, again, and getting none of the credit and all of the blame- this time, we will shoulder that burden. Together.”

Tears are running freely over Lena's cheeks, and Kara reaches out hesitantly, Lena instinctively inclining her head towards Kara's extended palm.

Lena shivers when Kara's warm fingertips stroke her cheek, closes her eyes as Kara wipes her tears with her thumb and moves her hand to the mess of raven hair.

Lena's loose mane is smooth, like silk, and Kara's fingers scratch her scalp gently, rhythmically, erasing her frown and the downturn of her lips and a chunk of the guilt on her shoulders. 

Kara's other hand joins the first, massaging the crown of Lena's head, and Lena doesn't seem on the verge of breaking anymore.

Lena, who always holds all the power, Lena, who won't bow or beg even Supergirl, Lena, over-independent and self-assured, Lena, has surrendered to Kara's touch.

The veil has lifted, and Lena looks so young and so innocent and oh, has no one ever cared for her that way?

"Let me take you to bed", Kara whispers, gathering Lena in her arms gingerly, as if she's made of glass - solid and sturdy until it is hit too hard, and cracks and falls apart, all at once.

Lena's head lolls against her chest and presses against her clavicle, her loose strands tickling Kara's neck, and Kara breathes in a strange mix of scotch and Lena's perfume, hears the oh so familiar heartbeat, feels the feather-light weight of something precious in her arms, and- after all the destruction that they've wrought- is it unfair that Kara can suddenly breathe?

[ramblingkitty]

I’m TIRED of people acting like lucifer is a bad person AND abusive father, he isn’t

“Oh but he didn’t believe in Charlie and kept discouraging her” he was doing it for a reason, he was protecting her. He was trying to “scare” her into quitting so she wouldn’t get hurt, he stopped when he saw how much it was affecting her. You can see the guilt and sadness in his eyes when she said “how come he can have faith in me but my own father can’t”

He CARES about his daughter, so much. He’s just protecting her from heaven because he knows that it won’t end well, he doesn’t want his own daughter to suffer the same fate he did. Everyone talks about how the hotel was Lilith’s dream and Charlie is continuing it but no one talks about how lucifer also had big dreams. He was like that even when he was in heaven but the other angels saw him as a troublemaker for it. Lucifer saw himself in Charlie

He didn’t care when the spears were pointing a him, he looked ashamed, as if he thought that he deserved to be banished. But as soon as he saw the angelic spears pointing towards her, he moved her away because he didn’t want anything to happen. He knows what the angels can do and he doesn’t want Charlie to be a target. That’s the same reason why hellborn can’t be killed during the exterminations. Charlie thinks that lucifer just sat down at the meeting and let them kill everyone but lute told her “the only reason you’re still here is because daddy gave you and your hellborn-kind a pass from an exorcist blade” the only reason you’re still here. She would be a HUGE target for being his daughter so he needed to make sure that she was going to be safe. Is a heartless and abusive person gonna do that? No.

“Oh but he’s never around/they were never close” Charlie herself said that he calls her, sure she said it’s when he’s bored or needs something but he still tries. If anything, Charlie is the one who doesn’t try. When she called him for help, lucifer said that it was the first time she has called him in years. We’ve only seen ONE clip of them during her childhood and you can see him being playful with her, someone else took her away from him (still not convinced that it was Lilith) so they were forced to be apart, you can see him reaching out for her and being upset after. Their song literally says “not be pulled apart again” it was someone else’s fault

This man is NOT abusive and I’m tired of people acting like he is. He has so much love for his daughter but everyone ignores it and they only focus on the fact that they aren’t close. I personally don’t think Lilith was abusive either but why does no one use that energy for her?? She disappeared and left Charlie with no contact for 7 years. The morningstar family is FULL of love, you can literally see it

[padfootverse]

NEW DIARY ENTRY - SIRIUS

Date: 9th September 1976, Night in the Gryffindor Boys’ Dormitory

I think I often surround myself with people who are calmer, more thoughtful, because I’ve always been lucky—or unlucky, depending on how you look at it—to be a bit… “explosive”. Most of the time, that works in my favour. I’m the sort of bloke who isn’t afraid to speak up, crack a joke when the moment calls for it, or say exactly what’s on my mind—even when no one’s asked.

But there’s something about all of this that’s driving me mad. Something lurking beneath the surface, and no matter how much I try to shove it down, I can’t stop it from showing.

Sometimes, in the common room, I catch myself watching Moony more than I should. It’s odd, really, because I’ve never been one to stop and analyse other people. But with him… it’s different.

Everything about it is different.

Today, while we were playing chess (or rather, while James was cheating his way to another victory, as usual), I couldn’t help but notice how Remus didn’t join us. He’s always so quiet, so… introspective, like he’s somewhere else entirely.

And the worst part is, we all know why. We know what it is, what happens when that time of the month comes around. And we don’t talk about it. We don’t need to. We just accept it. Because, at the end of the day, Moony is still Moony. And we love him for it, every part of him.

There’s no need to say anything aloud about what we share. We all get it. But even so, I can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right. Like we’re all tiptoeing across thin ice, hoping it won’t crack beneath us.

I’m so scared. Fuuuck. That’s why I haven’t said anything. Because even though I know what’s going on, even though I know I see it, I don’t want things to change. I don’t want anyone to start asking questions, the right questions. And more than anything, I don’t want Remus to notice.

Because if he does, there’s no going back.

And that brings me to something else—the fact that I even care this much. I never thought I’d find myself worrying about someone like this.

Honestly, I’m not the sort to sit around analysing my own feelings, let alone someone else’s. But there’s something about Moony—something buried deep in the way he looks at the world—that makes me question everything.

I’ve mastered the art of keeping things on the surface, where everyone can see them. But with Remus, the surface isn’t enough. And when I look at him—like tonight, when he was sitting across the room—there’s something you don’t say but you feel. And it’s throwing me off completely.

It’s strange. Very strange. I’ve been thinking about it all day, and for once, I realise I can’t keep ignoring what I’m feeling. I don’t like it, but it’s the truth. And the truth… the truth always scares me.

Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow and feel just the same as I always do. But something tells me I won’t. Something tells me that if I’m not careful, I’m going to lose myself in this.

And I’m not sure I want to be lost…

Sirius O. Black

[oc-ology]

How to get past the fear of OC posting

People should create for the sake of creating but people post to engage with the community. However, posting can be intimidating and anxiety-inducing for a lot of people. It’s easy to say “do it scared” but much harder to put into practice. So, I’ve put together a few steps that lead up to doing it scared. These won’t work for everyone and this is meant more as general advice.

Step One: Why are you scared?

The first step is to figure out what about posting is scary for you. Oftentimes, it’s not as simple as “what if my post flops” or “what if people think I’m cringe”. Once you’ve figured out the surface-level reason, dig a little deeper. If your post flops, does that lead to you doubting the worth of what you’re creating? If you’re worried about what people think, is that because you’ve experienced judgement before or are worried your inbox will be flooded with criticism?

Identifying why you’re scared will not only help you understand yourself better (yippee!) but you can also then work on the source of your fears and anxieties at your own pace.

Step Two: Find ways to lessen your fears

One way of working through anxiety online is to find ways to mitigate the specific source of your fear.

Some fears have easier solutions than others. If you’re worried about people criticising your work, you can turn off anonymous asks (as most people are less likely to be haters when there’s a name attached to it) or turn asks off entirely, as well as limiting replies to those who have been following for a week. This way, if someone does want to be an unpleasant individual, it’s a little harder for them to do so.

A lack of engagement is a little harder to remedy. Here, the only real solution is to try and divorce the idea that engagement = worth. Remember why you’re creating an OC. Because it’s fun! It’s an act of creation! Because you want to find a community…? A community or OC friends will never just drop into your lap. You need to seek them out yourself. Look into discord servers, forums, tumblr networks (are they still a thing?), fandom events and exchanges, and most importantly: go out of your way to send asks/questions to others and build friendships with them! If you’ve got social anxiety like me, this is going to be a big challenge. Which leads to the next step…

Step Three: Start small

It doesn’t matter how small your first step is - so long as that step is forwards! If you’re nervous about OC posting, find the smallest thing about them and post it with the expectation of getting no notes. That’s right, I want you to go in and expect it to flop. Anything over one note is an automatic win. This first post isn’t about engagement - it’s about getting over the initial fear of posting. 

It can be tempting to just go right out the gate with elaborate explanations of backstory, lore implications, power levels, everything. But the trick really is to start small. Most people scrolling tumblr aren’t going to read a few thousand words on something they’re not invested in yet. TL;DR is a curse that I’m sure we’ve all fallen victim to. 

Instead, break up information about your OC into small pieces that can be posted one by one and have some kind of visual piece with it. People are usually more drawn to images than text. For example, which of these two things are more visually interesting?

What Perseus keeps in his bag:

Amulet

Tinderbox

A broken blade

50ft of hempen rope

25gp of silver powder

Waterskin

Rations (cheese, bread, sausage)

OR

Obviously this comes down to personal preference but a lot of people would find the illustrated version to be more interesting. You don’t need to be an artist to do this either! You could make a version of that example in photoshop or a similar program. Picrews, moodboards, edits, game screenshots and photography can all be used to add a visual element to your posts.

Step Four: Why am I still scared?

Fear is not easily stamped out. Anxiety is definitely the kind of thing that lingers. These steps aren’t meant to immediately make OC posting not-scary. That’s something that will only come with time as you get used to it. Again: Do it. Do it scared. Gradually, it’ll be less terrifying and in the meantime, you might be able to make a few friends who also want to talk about your blorbo.

[anti-rq-gumi]

Thank you for responding! It was very helpful. I appreciate the explanation.

I’m sorry you’ve had to be around dogs for so long when you’re scared of them. Imagining hurting them instead of being hurt by them is a coping mechanism you use the transharm label to describe. That makes complete sense. You don’t intend to actually act on your desires and so your usage of the term is in good faith. I will make an effort not to invalidate these types of identities going forward.

When I say that, though, I specifically mean transharmful beings who aren’t looking to harm. I see you’ve noticed the many people who use the term to seek out a “BDSM relationship”. These are actually a different type of relationship from BDSM called conabuse or “consensual abuse”. I’ve analyzed them in detail and concluded conabuse is straight up abuse because it purposely doesn’t employ the many failsafes present in BDSM. You can read more about that here. I understand not wanting to break up a supposed community of different types of transharmful people, but you may not want to associate with this crowd due to their actions.

As for the parts of your post about veganism, I’m not vegan and don’t have much commentary to offer. I won’t criticize you for abuse apologism if you aren’t an apologist for abuse, and it’s clear to me now you definitely aren’t, so I won’t.

I was doomscrolling the #anti transharmful tag, and they really don’t seem to have any empathy for transharmfuls whose identities aren’t linked to intrusive thoughts, who they can paint as the “victim” of the “evil radqueers”

Me: I fantasize about stabbing dogs.

Anti: Oh honey, those are just intrusive thoughts. Unwanted thoughts that your brain decides to give you. They’re distressing and go against your morals. You’re better than these thoughts, and you shouldn’t build an identity around them.

Me: No.

Anti: What do you mean no?

Me: I mean that they aren’t intrusive thoughts. I’ve struggled with intrusive thoughts for a long time now. I know what they feel like. And these aren’t it. They aren’t unwanted. The only distress they give me is knowing how others would react to them. Some part of me actually does want to do this. And I’m not ashamed of that. But that shouldn’t mean I’m irredeemable.

Anti: ACTUALLY IT DOES KYS KYS EITHER THAT OR ADMIT THAT THESE THOUGHTS ARE EVIL AND MAKE A PART OF YOU EVIL.

[polydamnory]

When you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this ask to 10 of your followers. (not forced, but positivity is cool <3 <3)

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck okay

1. I’m really proud of how my art journey is coming along. I feel like it’s been pretty slow but just looking at some of the things I made before I started college compared to what I’ve made now that I’ve been out for over a year I can really see the progress!

2. I like my hair (I fucking better cause holy shit has it gotten so long mf out here becoming a real life Rapunzel)

3. I like my taste in music - it wasn’t just a phase, mom! It’s been 10 years and I’m still listening to MCR. Also weirdly music from the 60s lol

4. I like the weird little sounds I make I guess??? Idk these are hard. When I get startled (which is way too often) or laugh I keep end up making these weird little bird squawk types noises lol. I hated them for so long but one of my best friends (who has dubbed them my [insert real name] noises) thinks they’re so funny they’re making a legit sound board out of them 😂

5. And finally I like how fucking BRAVE I’ve been this past week and a half! I killed a spider yesterday by myself and only cried a little bit! Progress! /j but seriously I actually managed to handle it by myself and despite being a fully grown adult who SHOULD be able to handle a bug, this is difficult for me lol

Why was this so hard lol this took me too long to come up with

[monkey-overalls]

💛 Head Over Heels 🩷

[daffi-990]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the ever wonderful and talented @diazsdimples

I spent the morning skimming through the end half of 3x02 Sink or Swim and tip tap typing away at Chapter Eight of Rival Firefighters 🚒. Excited that I’m up to the tsunami, but also a bit overwhelmed for what I have to write for this chapter because I really want my vision to translate properly to paper (or well, screen in this case. Or word document? Idk but y’all know what I mean ). I’ll just keep typing away and hopefully it’ll all come together and if not … well that’s what editing is for 😅.

Prev snippet here.

Eddie had no idea what to expect as the 118 drove towards the scene of the tsunami.

Being a firefighter he’d seen his fair share of disasters, but as they arrived on scene, his heart sank at the sight of the destruction.

The ocean had swallowed up the once bustling city of Los Angeles, leaving behind only ruin and sorrow in its wake. The streets were flooded, people desperately searching amidst the water and debris for their loved ones. The smell of saltwater lingered in the air and if you closed your eyes, for a moment you could almost pretend you were at the beach, until the anguished cries of the people of Los Angeles echoed around you.

Eddie and the rest of the 118 unload from the engine and make their way into the flooded city in rescue zodiac boats. Bobby and Eddie ride together in one boat with Anderson, Stover and Campbell, Hen and Chim with Smith, Calley and Rosen in the other.

As they move through the flooded streets, they check every single body they come across and tag them so that another team can come through and collect them, ensuring the bodies make it back to their loved ones. Every tag they leave weighs heavily on them, but they can’t let the weight drag them down. People are depending on them. They have to keep moving forward.

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[mars-ipan]

interesting to me how when i turned 19 i was kinda terrified bc i was like “oh shit this is my last year as a teenager….. i won’t be a teenager after that… i wanted to be a teenager for all of my childhood and now that part’s almost Over. aaaaugh” and now approx. 9 months later i cannot fucking WAIT to stop being a teenager oh my god i am ready to move on. 20s please i would like to be in them. i am done being 19 thank you !!!

[creature-from-unknown-orgins]

SHUT UP I DONT WANT TO PRACTICE A DEBATE FOR A SCHOOL ASSIGNMENT WITH YOU STOP GUILT TRIPPING ME

[fictional-men-enthusiast]

Old Flesh + The Parliament is conservatism.

I said what I said and I’m not taking it back.

[grimaussiewitch]

Oh the urge to make a danganronpa au with the life series cast.

I have ideas but I need to wait until there’s a winner so I can have the 6 survivors and debate on who’s the protagonist, probably the 6th winner tbh. And so I know if there’s more new players or not.

Anyway I already have an idea for two murders, chapter 1 killer I know who and who possibly died (although the victim might be too obvious) and I know who’ll be the chapter 3 killer but I don’t think people will like the characterisation I have…

Yet again I need the series to finish before I make my decision lmao.

[malikson]

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