do u go out alone usually?
At some point, I figured out that my options were (a) find a partner and/or a tight-knit group of friends who happen to be into historical walking tours, operas, 17th century plays, and art museums, or (b) be brave and do things anyway.
Since no one miraculously appeared to take me up on option a, and staring at my apartment walls lost its luster pretty quickly.....I do things anyway.
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i for some goddamned reason hadn't realized the inherent homoerotism involved in the mana manipulation that javier and lloyd do on each other when the need arises but like. damn. lloyd literally has to stop himself from moaning outloud when javier infuses his own mana into him, comparing it with a massage, a day at the sauna and a warm bowl of soup all at the same time. fellas is it gay to pour your own life force into your friend, gently coaxing his body into repairing itself while permeating his entire body with your own essence?? and then they have the audacity of bantering about how well they know each other like no shit you guys you've quite literally explored each other's bodies at this point lmao
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im sorry but i haven't found a definition of anomie that ive understood yet, could you explain it in your own words please?
i dont think i have felt anything like that
I think Anomie can most succinctly be summed up the "We Live in a Society" emotion, at least in my experience. It IS social isolation, and profound alienation, but i feel like those terms don't fully capture what it entails and why it arises. It's a feeling of disconnection arising from the acute awareness of the inconsistencies inherent to living day to day when faced with the greater context of the rest of the world. The flagrant inconsistencies between what is seen and what is known. When I was working in a grocery store It was an overpowering background noise. It's the thing that made me feel in ineffably cold from hearing a chirpy advertisement proclaiming it's National Hot Dog Day on the radio, all while working a miserable barely minimum wage job that increasingly felt like it didn't matter at all despite not actually being a pointless job, just one largely (but not entirely) mechanically divorced from any sense of human connection or community, while knowing that I am American and Safe and knowing what America Is and what America Does and how there's this horrible exterior reality of suffering and death and exploitation feeding every cell in an ecosystem of comfort and discomfort that I have no choice but to exist as a part of, drinking the blood of strangers. But it doesn't matter, it isn't real, it's National Hot Dog Day.
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how many of you would get mad at me if i said that mulder fucking another woman while wearing scully’s crucifix necklace is one of the most romantic things to ever happen….like, gothically and punitively so….it’s like….well, it’s like…it’s like “aw boohoo he has to get laid because he’s so sad his partner is gone” but like for a person who never allows themself any indulgence or respite or attention, who therefore only has sex as penance. only in blood. and it’s like…yes, it’s self-harm, in many ways, but in many ways it is also confession. crucifixion, as a laying down of sin. bless me father, for i can’t save them, and i miss them anyway. crucifixion as being watched over…when he asked maggie, “why did she wear this?” and maggie answered, “because i gave it to her.”
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This time I'll get to stay
What if we were both ReGenes and escaped together and our bond of survival turned into a bond of siblinghood and we promised to keep each other safe. And then we clumsily stumbled our way into being vigilantes and one of us was better at being a hero while the other wanted to remain hidden. And then what if during a mission one of us saw the other point their gun into their mouth and the other had no choice but to tackle them but the window was right there and the ground tore us both apart.
Then imagine we're separated for five years, each being told the other is dead and both being haunted by the negative space left by their absence. And then one of us escapes first, and the other escapes second and by some miracle we find each other again. But we're both so broken, and it takes a while for either of us to trust again.
What if. What if.
(Ripley belongs to @localcryptic )
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oh to be loved by yuji
In honour of the fandom's collectively adopted child's birthday. In my head, Shibuya never happened. In my head, Yuji is happy.
Call me Fushiguro Megumi, because I am irrevocably in love with Itadori Yuji too.
who gives you the best hugs
who is a major ass cuddler
who will hit a spider with a slipper if you're scared of it and then secretly have a mental breakdown over it when he realises that it must've had a family
who takes you on onsen dates
who insists on helping you wash your hair and more
who breathes in the scent of your hair whenever he thinks you're asleep (on him of course)
who's procrastibakes pies so good that make you want to inhale them all in
who cooks and looks hot while doing it
who will bring you flowers out of the blue because why not
whose love language is playing bread & fred with you
who is big fucking tease
"I love you"
"Say it again"
"Ugh, you're fun, I guess"
"You guess? Damn do you slander everyone you supposedly fall in love with?"
"Nope, you get special rights"
"Oh? What else can I get away with then?"
"What do you want to get away with?"
A cheesy grin spreads across his face and you realise you might have screwed yourself up, uh oh!
who absentmindedly caresses your thumb when your hands are intertwined
who will play dumb only to rile you up and then make up by kissing you all over
who gets away with almost everything and yes, that might have to do with how he's a little cute
who insists you match outfits on movie nights
who will go on a rant mid movie about how poor the visual effects are and then spend the next half pestering you to explain how the plot developed in the time he was ranting
who asks for consent every time he kisses you, no matter how long you are together, he will look for a sign of permission every single time
who buys you the most random of things because they reminded him of you
who is just as good a listener as he is a yapper
who puts on the slayest of bangers when he cooks/bakes with you (Livin la vida loca being one of them)
who follows the sidewalk rule religiously
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