#friends fading away

[friendlyneighborhoodmomfriend]

You claim to not get a notification that I messaged you, yet I saw you "read" my message an hour and a half after I sent it to you. And then you finally answer me 22 hours later.

Oh? So, let me get this straight. You're meaning to tell me that your little notifications that you constantly get day in and day out included literally everyone else but me? Really? I'm the ONLY ONE you didn't get a notification from? You didn't "notice" that your supposed "best friend" messaged you, but you flawlessly and happily answer everybody else who messages you? You didn't think something was wrong when you didn't hear from your supposed "best friend" for several hours? I saw you active plenty of times throughout the 22 hours I didn't hear back from you, on top of seeing you post on Facebook all day. You know what? Stop fucking lying to me. This is pathetic.

I'm done chasing after you. I'm done trying to get your attention. I'm done trying to salvage and put any effort into this pathetic friendship that I've been pointlessly crying over for the last month and a half. You say "it's nothing against you," yet your energy towards me is so different now. Whether it's texting or verbal, you don't seem happy or excited to hear from me anymore. We used to keep each other company throughout the day no matter how chaotic things were, but now you're blatantly ignoring me and ghosting conversations until it's convenient for you to respond to me again. Our video chats become shorter and shorter, and we barely say anything anymore. On the rare occasion that we actually do, they just consist of: 1. You laying down with your phone camera pointed towards the ceiling so I couldn't even fucking see you. 2. You playing a videogame and giving me one word answers if I say anything to you. 3. You smoking weed/cigarettes as I'm literally watching you stare at your screen responding to messages, reacting to Facebook posts, and other things that you're clearly more invested in than a video chat with your supposed "best friend" that you claim to "miss so much." If I'm supposed to be your "best friend" and you "miss me," why the fuck don't you treat me like your best friend? The fact that you literally message other people while we're video chatting means you clearly have no problem responding to other people, but when it comes to responding to me, I get left on delivered/read and have to wait 19 and a half hours or longer to hear back from you. You're straight up ignoring me now. Any inkling of conversations we do have, get dropped mid-way through because you get "distracted." I'd message you at 5:45pm, you'd read my message at 6:30am the next morning, but you wouldn't reply to me until nearly 4 in the afternoon...yet I see you posting shit and reacting to/commenting on other people's posts since I messaged you at 5:45pm the day before. But you're just "so busy," right? "It's nothing against you," you say. Really? Well not for nothing, asshole, but I would never pull any of the things you've been doing to me lately. I would NEVER ignore you if you wanted to talk to me. I would NEVER leave you on read/delivered for 12+ hours. I would NEVER disappear mid-conversation with you. I would NEVER give you one word responses or give dry/emotionless energy towards you without a fucking explanation. I would NEVER respond to other people's messages while I'm videochatting with you because IT'S FUCKING RUDE. So, EXCUSE ME for taking this personal. You know, you really are a shitty friend. All of these years I've been assuring you, and trying to convince myself, that you aren't, but now that I see how you've been treating me like a fucking afterthought for the last month and a half, it's no wonder you barely have friends. It's no wonder you can't get a fucking girlfriend. If you don't want to talk to me anymore, fucking tell me that so I can stop wasting my time trying to squeeze into your life when you clearly don't want me there anymore. Which makes absolutely no sense to me because I've been there for you since day 1, never left your side, and was there when literally NOBODY ELSE WAS THERE. I'm sorry my friendship isn't beneficial to you anymore. I'm sorry my friendship isn't enough to include me in your life anymore. I'm sorry I'm not much fun to talk to anymore. I'm sorry I'm not as interesting and cool as everyone else anymore. Hope you have a lonely life.

[mcybree]

do you guys ever try to strand your friend on an island with you forever with no way to return to society . not that i did that that’d be insane

[neilperryismine]

they were so right when they said that your brain can’t tell the difference between fictional characters and real people bc I feel the loss of neil very deeply

[0vergrowngraveyard]

make an au that isn’t tragic for one or more brother challenge (impossible)

anyway au idea where sonic’s entire life was predetermined by the emeralds and his close friends were all created by an emerald to lead him down a path and when the fulfill their goal, they just get removed from existence pretty much right in front of him

basically sonic gets the illusion of choice (i was thinking of a moment where he confronts the emeralds and they use projections of his friends to try to convince him to turn back to his destiny and he has to choose between turning back and destroying the projection)

[rontra]

I only just read the most recent chapter and ahhhh your MIND. I had Nyx's theme playing as I read it, the grief of having that hope and the memory of her friend ripped out of her, not even knowing what she lost, everything with Kawakami all coming back to that one night years ago. How she's already lost people she's cared so much about and Kawakami's pushing her away but she just can't bear to leave. She can't lose this person she's gotten so close with. Not again. YOUR MIND

NYX'S THEME IS SO GOOD!!! very nice pick 🥰

but YESSS.... you're picking up what i'm putting down... (rubs my hands together) i've been so excited about it. my moon scheme. she finally looked at that big orb and went IM NOT LETTING THIS GO...!!

earlier she said it "creeps [her] out" but that was kind of incorrect. but how is she supposed to turn to her coworker and articulate what being out under a bright full moon Actually makes her feel without sounding like an absolute lunatic pun intended...........

it's something she likes to mostly avoid dwelling on in too much detail because it's confusing and painful. but standing out there in a crowded street...letting it wash over her and deciding she can't let this bond slip away from her...ive been looking forwards to drawing that so bad. HFHJBGB I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!! THANK YOU FOR READING 😤😤

my special power is "taking the gamer teacher really seriously"

[athousandbyeol]

i love you so much. then, why does the word love from top hurts me so damn much?

[hearts4golbach]

help this took so long (tagsss)

[miriani-lavellan]

I think some fans get too attached their fluffy headcanons in the space between these games. You should know by now this world is blighted and corrupted and that peace and stability is so fragile every decade or so something happens to break it. Every attempt to save Thedas is only going to half-work until the Blight is solved. All our heroes have been doing is putting off the inevitable.

What our heroes do is not save the world, but give it a chance.

[lady-stormbraver]

web weave: dear one, this season is filled with purpose even when we cannot see it. we are still growing, even here. take heart— and listen.

where were you - ghost ship // till we have faces - cs lewis // the sower’s song - andrew peterson // isaiah 55:8-9 // the sower’s song - andrew peterson // isaiah 55:10-12

[hajihiko]

I have to agree, being friends is a lot better than romance, at least in my opinion. My friends are probably the best people I've ever met. I feel like if most people haven't been at least a little in love with their friends they don't know how great it can be. The amount of times people have asked me or my friends if we were dating is a lot, but it's a bit funny, honestly

dude totally I am def somewhat platonically n love with most of my closest friends and they're my favourite people. I dont know how some kinda week-long romance could trump it

[segueintoromanticism]

ngl I was really vibing with the raymew scene with the bg music chemistry n all but then I saw this grown ass man suffering the consequences of his own actions and immediately went NOPE NOT COOL

[malpractice-husbands]

Wilson started talking about having kids and House decided he has to stop it immediately before this impulsive disaster of a man do another stupid thing. He has to supervise him just as much as the other one, because the moment you loose sight of him, he's already in some deep shit

[eorzeashan]

Long time no swtor thinkpiece, but.

Thinking about Eight in the IA class story and then who he is post-Alliance; going from a bold, daring and casually ambitious wildcard to someone who feels as if he's lost most of his zeal to become rather...listless. Empty. Not to say that he isn't fulfilled by his work in the Alliance (who all make exceptions to have him do anything but murder all day) but he starts picking up more mundane activities like, peeling potatoes for the Alliance cantina, or doing minor tasks that don't involve much thought on his own volition-- a stark change from a man who only cared about his blade and who it fell on. It's like he's been soundly defeated by the circumstances surrounding him.

Then there's the issue of his companions, who only knew him as their cunning leader who stopped at nothing to achieve his goals, even using some of them in the process, who now appears to be an entirely different person. One who quietly fades into the background, instead of being in the thick of it. He's changed.

His skills haven't waned, but his voice is flat, his eyes without gleam, his all consuming desire that drove him to accomplish the impossible by the day naught but simmering ashes by the time they reunite with him in KOTXX. He even apologizes to some, without explanation. This distresses Vector, in particular, who witnessed the worst of his sides way back in the day. "It's not me you should apologize to, Agent." Vector can only quietly say, "I have never held you in ill regard for the choices you've made, anathema as they were to my principles." It's a conversation that peters off, but one that Eight never had, never had soon enough --his firm refusal to rectify or acknowledge that Vector could choose him over his own ideals is one that gnaws at him on the inside for years, on his own belief that people cannot change what they truly believe in, and so there is no point in trying to make amends for what bridges he burns in the pursuit of his own wishes. This, and many other denials, compound over the years into a rather hurtful self-made solitude that follows him long into the Alliance. (A mother will never give up her son. There is no other way. I cannot change my nature as a weapon. Their rejection of me is something I must accept.) A punishment, but for who?

Perhaps he still feels he's failed the last mission Keeper entrusted to him. The one that asked him to become a real, living person, and not just a sword dressed in imperial colors.

Eight spirals during the events of the Eternal Empire. He watches his downfall happen in real time. There's little he does about it. His home is gone, as are the people he fought for--Keeper, Watcher 2, Intelligence--and this new age is only filled with allies he cuts down faster than he can imprint their names into his memory. He's alone in this fight at the behest of others who do choose their ideals over him, who, in the end, turn away in fear and disgust when he bloodies his blade in their name. He makes no effort afterwards to right his image in their minds. He plays the villain, if others will not. For the first time, he tires of killing.

This leaves him alone, an outcast even among friends. Eventually, amongst the ruin their failed Alliance leaves in its wake, someone asks why things turned out this way; his lack of a will in the greater fight comes to light and sets several alarm bells off. Lana reduces his duties on the battlefield. Others, out of shared guilt and a fear of the bloodshed he wreaked on their orders, give him a wide berth to live normally for a while. It's not much and does little to his disillusionment and estrangement with his allies, but...it's a start.

Eight the Assassin turns into just Eight. And Eight the former agent, ex-Cipher, killer extraordinaire who never once dreamed of the stars, turns into someone who quietly watches the sun set on a world he barely recognizes,l but still stays up to see it, potato peeler in hand.

[irbcallmefynn]

I can't tell if these past few days for me have been a prime example of the Dead Internet Theory or another case of Every Friend Group I am Part Of Fades Away Eventually. Either way I've been miserable and lonely.

I fucking Need to be held in real life and not let go and be promised everything is going to be okay. That people won't keep fading from my life forever. That I'll be able to spend my life with people I care about that aren't my immediate biological family. That I'm allowed to live how I want.

[peachsukii]

Might be a little radio silent today and tomorrow, but I'll be back soon. Gonna run off a queue & pop in and out. 💜

[teemdark]

So I've been thinking about silver and his semi-frequent jumps to to the past. And I wonder.

How much time is there between one jump and the other? Not for the people in the present, but for Silver. Maybe in the past, the cast sees him once every few weeks. As they grow up, the visits get less and less frequent. They've been fixing the future together, and things are getting better back when Silver is from.

But what if for Silver, all these visits happen within a much shorter time span? Maybe every single jump backwards he makes is condensed in a few very hectic weeks as far as his rightful place in the future is concerned. Because he's in his "prime", and the universe needs him as strong as he can be.

So the people he loves grow, and he doesn't. He sees them suddenly get much taller. He sees their behavior changing. Between one jump and the other, all of a sudden there are grey streaks in Sonic's fur. Knuckles doesn't punch as hard as he used to. There's kids. Kids Silver has never seen before. It's like they appeared out of nowhere.

And amid all these changes, he's still just Silver, fifteen year old from the future. And he's watching snapshots of his friends' lives as they go by.

I mean, can you imagine? At some point he jumps back again, and he's ready to fight, ready for whatever the past is about to throw at him, but then he finds out there's no emergency. No worldwide crisis. Except that one of his friends is dying. Because they're old. Because it's time. And that's when Silver gets it-- this isn't a mission, but his first farewell.