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"Cause I could give you all you want, the stars and the sun, but still, I'm not enough." -Yours, Conan Gray
#jegulus#regulus x james#jegulus fic#everyone is gay#I'm never enough#Nothing I do is ever good enough#Inadequate#Conan gray#Haven't I given enough?#I love her and she doesn't#Does she#this is a cry for help#Pointless post#I wish she did#Not enough never was#I'm so mentally ill#I need help#I'm drowning#regulus being regulus#Why are there regulus tags here?
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Crying over "Gilded Lily" because:
James Potter 🤝 "Haven't I given enough?"
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Haven't I Given Enough? - Oneshot
Simon visits the graves of his family. This is connected to Tongues & Teeth/Teeth & Tongues, but it's not a required read.
Read it on Ao3!
Ghost has been thinking about his family recently.
It’s been about a month since he moved in with Soap, since he cut out the brand, since they kissed. They’ve kissed a few more times since then, but Soap has still given him his space. Ghost appreciates it.
Soap has been spending quite a bit of his time drawing, and Ghost has been searching for a job. He doesn’t have one yet, although he’s recently applied for two in the small town, and a few outside of it. He’s not expecting much of a response back, as he had a suspicious lack of work history for his age and no marketable skills outside of combat and being a weapon. But he wasn’t a weapon anymore. It was different now.
But yet, despite his new life, his mind remains on his family. The remains of his old life. What were they like? Did they get along well with each other, or did they fight often? What were their personalities? It frustrates him that he doesn’t know.
He’s read their obituaries online.
James Riley, cause of death not listed. He had died years earlier, before the rest of the family. He’s buried in a separate cemetery from the rest of the family, though, which raises questions on what type of person he had been.
Eileen Riley, Tommy Riley, Beth Riley, and Joseph Riley, cause of death all not listed. But Ghost knows what happened. Roba and the Zaragoza cartel had killed them, and Ghost couldn’t even remember it. Roba had beaten every single memory out of them or his past life out of Ghost, leaving him a hollow shell that he was only now recovering from.
Losing his memory hadn’t been a sudden thing. It had taken years to break him, and the farther he goes back, the blurrier the memories get, until they’re just completely gone. He can’t remember his family, or his life before Roba, or the little things a person should know about themselves. He doesn’t know how he got to Roba, he only knows what Price and Soap had told him. He was part of the squad that went after Roba, and something went wrong. Simon went missing for a long, long time, and emerged as Ghost. And here he was, trying to lead a normal life now that he had killed Roba.
He still has nightmares, flashbacks during the day set off by odd things, phantom sensations that make him ache. But they’re a little better. Soap makes them better. Ghost sometimes wonders what Roba had seen in him. Had he been a cruel man before? Or just an unlucky man?
“Simon?” Soap asks him, pulling him from his reverie. They’re sitting on the couch next to each other, watching TV, although Ghost is more just zoning out than anything. “You good?”
Would you mind if I asked you something? Ghost signs, getting straight to the point. Screw it, he has to know. He has to see their graves. He can still see their blurry photos in his mind that he had seen on the obituary website.
“Not at all. What’s up?”
Ghost hesitates, suddenly losing a bit of his nerve. If Soap said no, he wouldn’t have enough money to go by himself, and wouldn’t until he managed to land a job. He has nothing except for what Soap has graciously provided him.
I want to visit my family’s graves.
“Oh,” Soap says, looking relieved. “I thought you were gonnae say you wanted to leave.”
Ghost hadn’t really considered the thought.
“How soon do you want to go?” Soap asks. “I’ve definitely got enough saved for some plane tickets.”
Whenever you want to, Ghost signs, although he would really prefer to see them as soon as possible. It’s not like they’re going anywhere, but he still has this urge to see them. Maybe then he would remember.
“Alright, then. I’ll get some tickets for next week, yeah?” Soap says. Ghost nods, incredibly grateful, and quietly puts his hand on Soap’s. Soap has always been far too kind to him, and while he still doesn’t understand it, he allows it. Maybe even cherishes it.
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One week and a plane ride later, they’re in Manchester. It’s where he grew up, and where his family home is, although he doesn’t recall a damn thing about Manchester, or his childhood. It was just what his file had said. He’s wearing his facemask and a hat, but his face was otherwise exposed to the chilly English air. Once, a local had asked why he wore a mask, and Soap had told them that he had an autoimmune disorder. Where he came up with that, Ghost has no idea, but it worked, because the local hadn’t asked again.
“Do you wannae get some flowers or something?” Soap asks him. They’re in a taxi, and could stop at any number of places along the way.
Ghost nods. Some flowers, or anything to put on their graves would be nice. Soap gets the taxi to drop them off near a local flower shop, within walking distance of the cemetery. Ghost is grateful but a little embarrassed that Soap is buying for him, seeing as he has little to no money to his name.
“These ones look nice,” Soap comments, looking at some bright orange flowers labeled “butterfly weed”. Ghost likes them. He picks them up.
Ghost just picks out what looks pretty, settling on butterfly weed, pink carnations, lilacs, and zinnias, one type of flower for each grave. Soap pays and they start their walk towards the cemetery, Soap occasionally looking at his phone for directions.
They soon arrive at North Hill Cemetery. It’s a rather large cemetery, and it takes some time to find the lot where Ghost’s family is located. It’s a rather crisp, cloudy day, and the wind nips at his exposed skin. Soap walks beside him, faithful as ever. After some searching, they finally stumble across Eileen Riley’s grave, and the rest of Ghost’s family. Their graves all sit right next to each other, united in death.
Eileen Riley, his mother.
Tommy Riley, his brother.
Beth Riley, his sister-in-law.
Joseph Riley, his nephew.
They had all been so young when they died. They had so much time left, and Roba fucking took it from them. He feels a harsh sense of guilt. He had probably gotten them killed, and now he can’t even recall a single thing about them. He only knows their names, what had happened, of their existence because he had been told by somebody else.
He tries to remember, he really does. He strains and fights, but it’s like they never existed in his mind. There’s just nothing there. They’re strangers to him. Ghost’s eyes grow watery and he averts them quickly, rubbing away with the heel of his hand. He can feel his lip wobbling and he sniffles, trying not to cry like a fucking child. Why can’t he just remember them? Why was that so hard?
“Hey,” Soap whispers, grabbing his other hand and placing a gentle kiss on it. “It’s okay.”
A single tear manages to escape as Ghost signs, I can’t remember them.
“It’s okay if you cannae remember. It isnae your fault.”
Soap wipes the tear off his cheek with his thumb.
“We’ve still got those flowers,” he offers. “Let’s put ‘em down, yeah?”
Ghost nods, wiping the wetness off of his cheek with his sleeve. Soap gives him the four bundles of flowers. He places the first flowers, the pink carnations, on his mother’s grave. Tommy gets the butterfly weed, Beth the zinnias, and Joseph the lilacs. It hurts. It hurts that they’re dead and he can’t do a damn thing about it. Sometimes he wishes he had taken more time when he killed Roba, to avenge his family, Soap, himself.
Ghost spends a long time standing at their graves, wondering what they had been like, how much they all loved each other. He tries not to think about how scared they must have been when they died. He dries his tears and wanders back to Soap, who has patiently waited for him a few yards away.
Let’s go home, he signs.
#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#ghoap#ghost soap#soapghost#call of duty#cod#call of duty mw2#haven't I given enough?#one shot#drabble#lemonwrap writes
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I hope you cry watching this. Cause I cry doing it.
Now CRY.
#In that episode I felt the impotence of purple...#in fact#i think we all feel it#sad#haven't i given enough?#animation vs minecraft#AvM#avm purple#gilded lily#It took me less than 10 minutes#but those ten minutes hurt my soul
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Spite
I lack any other motivation in my life other than pure spite.
I study hard not because I genuinely enjoy it but to then prove everyone who did not believe in me wrong.
I crave learning new things not because I inherently want to but to shove it in the face of the next man who tries to mansplain anything to me (again).
I eat healthily and take care of myself not because it makes me feel better but to show my parents that I am capable of living by myself.
I finished degrees in politics, international relations, environment and art history partially because I like them but primarily to use the argument "I have a degree in x" in a conversation
Overall, living out of spite is working quite well for me, I strongly recommend
And if I lay awake at night wondering how much of who I am is really me and how much is who I project to want to be seen as, then it's nobody's business
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am I that annoying and unbearable?
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I see a lot of posts going around about raising rabbits for meat (something I'm interested in myself) but I also want to add: check chicken groups for unwanted roosters. Most people are fine with them being eaten because you can only have so many roosters in a flock, or they're mean, or they're in the city. It's easy to butcher a rooster and plucking isn't bad either or you can skin them. They're tougher than the 8 week old cornish crosses you buy but they can make good soup and possibly good ground chicken (in tacos you can hardly tell the difference between bird and beef).
#I'm in a few chicken groups and there's always people wanting to get rid of roosters#some want them to be pet homes only which should be respected ofc#1 rooster to 10 hens - sometimes roosters won't tolerate other roosters either even with enough hens#I would check to make sure they haven't been given any medicine recently tho
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To terminally-ill disabled people: you aren't going to be forgotten. You deserve a space here in this world no matter how long you'll be here. You deserve every chance to be happy, to be welcomed, to be understood, to be accommodated, and to be taken care of to the fullest extent. You haven't "given up," you are so incredibly important, and it takes so much to be in your shoes. I hope you can find pride in who you are. Your existence is meaningful.
#disability#watched a video about a terminally-ill person and... though he's gone i could tell he's such a bright light im this world#the whole 'dont give up!' mentality is just... disheartening. you haven't given up; you have already done enough#if you cannot stay on this earth for long just know that you aren't bad for it#yes it can be tragic and horrifying but... you aren't terrible and you have tried and i know it#whatever you're feeling is only natural and there is no shame in it#i know this is an outsider looking in but i hope that maybe this could help in some tiny miniscule way? maybe that's hubris huh
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please don’t be sad little sprout, you are loved 🌱 🖤
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#🌱Thank you<33🌱#I guess my latest vent art post made some of you guys worried. I'm sorry ;;n;; )#but I'm alright. well.. kind of? Like I haven't done anything to myself kind of alright?#maybe I should explain bit about my situation but at the same time I don't feel comfortable to open up too much#but simply said it's about doing art as a job and mental health#Things haven't been going well but I am getting help for my mental health#This is all what I will say for now about my situation#I apologize again that I made you guys worried#but I do warn that I might post more vent art if I get enough energy to draw#this is just one way how I deal with my emotions#but if you don't like vent art I suggest to block the words vent and vent art#I remember tumblr has this option somewhere??#and uhh.. I don't really know how to end this post but thank you everyone who has been sending support<33#I might not know how to reply to them but I have read them all and I'm very thankful for all the support what you guys have given me🌱#Thank you🌱#ask#anon#me talking
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So as gauche as it's gonna be, I'm gonna be back to posting & boosting preorders despite everything :[ Like especially because I have all these amazing guest artists who put their hard work into designing for this set & have entrusted me with their artwork.. I don't want to let them down by having the collection fall flat. I wish I'd chosen different timing for these preorders but unfortunately there wasn't realistically any other time that would work since we'll be moving early next year. I hope you'll all understand that I've gotta keep trying to push forward. Thanks as always for your support, everyone 🖤
#for today i think i'm just gonna go offline#tomorrow i suppose it's back to work#thanks for understanding#also i haven't decided yet -i'll see how things are looking after the weekend- but i might end preorders early so that i can#consolidate to one fulfillment wave and just get everything out in january#it's looking like the amount coming in will be low enough to handle in one wave#originally things were looking like they'd be on a trajectory to match last year's jester x wizard october drop & preorders#but this time it's just the initial drop that did that well and preorders have dried up as the election approached#i'm not surprised at all and blame no one that zero preorders have come in today - given the election it's what i expected to see#but if no more are gonna come in then i might as well just close them up & be able to have earlier fulfillment for everyone that's ordered#we'll see#witch vamp#text post
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my story pt.1
I used to have no friends at all cause I was always quiet and just watched. Now, the elders would ask me who I'm usually with or shouldn't I be with my friends that day – I either break down when I'm unwell, or just smile sheepishly knowing that I don't have any.
People would tell me that if I tried to open up more then maybe I wouldn't feel so lonely. I did try, though, once. It didn't go well. But then, I decided to try again. I said hi daily to anyone, or I try to smile even the slightest at people who actually acknowledge me. Then I tried starting a conversation with this guy who was feminine, but not gay.
Next thing I knew, I had friends. I connected with people. I enjoyed my time with them and looked forward to meeting up with them. It was nice. And I was always there to comfort them because they have crappy self esteem and have mental issues. I was their mom and therapist friend. It was nice. All was well.
Until I got sick, but I still went to school. I was so tired and I kept coughing and sniffling a lot. I was so tired that I couldn't talk to anyone, and even if I tried, it's so hard to even talk. I made an excuse to my feminine guy friend that I'm sick and that I won't be able to hang out with them properly for a while. He barely glanced at me or acknowledged me. It was fine. It's just probably my head messing with me.
The only person who ever forced a mutter out of me or even a half smile was the boy sitting next to me. I really loved him, like really loved him, but he was with someone else so I'm hopeless. He liked to annoy me and by doing that, it forces a smile out of me. But then again, I was barely talking.
Three days later, I was still sick. But I had improved cause I was actually smiling without any reason again. Until that afternoon my mood shifted and I lashed out on my friend by yelling at him to stop being a...you know. Then I made him cry. I. Made. Him. Cry. I was so freaking ashamed of myself and I tried to apologized but he didn't accept it. I hated myself so much that I went on complete silent and I didn't participate on my next class. The pain of my own words cut into every part of my body so deeply, especially my head. My head felt like it was being banged by a rock. Plus, our lesson was about self-consciousness. I hated the world and myself.
Then after that period, the boy beside me decided to annoy me again. I was staring outside, frowning, and you know what he did? He stared at me for a long time, then mirrored what I was doing; then when I looked away to look down on my hand, which I was writing on, he did the same. I noticed everything and I couldn't help but look at him, smile like a fool, and think "I love you so much dammit."
Until I noticed that I had difficulty breathing. I started rubbing on my chest cause it hurt and my breathing picked up. The boy noticed and asked if what was wrong. I told him I couldn't breathe and forced me to drink water. But it was getting worse. My head was racing with so many things I couldn't think properly. Then the pain was getting unbearable that tears started filling my eyes, and the boy had to call on our adviser, cause, gosh, I was crying.
They took both my arms, then I started hyperventilating. I gasped for breath as tears streamed down my eyes and all I could think of is holding on to the boy with me. They took me to the school clinic and was cold, stiff and numb all over. Before the boy left, I looked at him one last time and thought, 'im so glad that it's you who saw this.'
When I was alone, I left the clinic without anyone knowing then went back to the classroom. My mom found me and made me took a pill before she had to leave. I started crying again, and the boy listened to me ramble about random stuff. And this girl who's always quiet, was the only one who helped me too. And you know those other friends I talked to? Barely cared. Ignored me.
Then I start to wonder, 'was I just the second option?'
#regulus being regulus#regulus black#i'm already mentally ill#and a bit lonely#overthinking#i'm so tired#i need him#i need sleep#i'm sorry#haven't i given enough?#Second option#i'm not enough#are we slowly climbing out of the era void?#i'm not okay#sorry for being depressing#but like#Oh well#i'm dead#venting#mental health#therapy thoughts
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Anne Rice plotting out Louis's (permanent) death in the early notes for Merrick...
Since I was already referencing a response I gave to a question about Armand's possible reaction to Louis's suicide attempt earlier today, I remembered this that I stumbled on while going through the Anne Rice Collection at Tulane — which in a way answers that very same question:
This scene has to be major in the novel, and as I see it now, Claudia will be extremely horrible to Louis and drive him to suicide.
Louis will expose himself to the sun, and the others will find his burned body in its coffin on the flat portion of the slate roof of the townhouse.
Those who will come together, having felt the passing of Louis will include Armand and Merrique.
David will be for scattering all the ashes of Louis. But Armand and Lestat will refuse to do it. Then Lestat will be won over. Armand will want to pour blood on the ashes. Armand and Lestat will get in a battle, and finally Armand will give up, and Lestat will pick up the lumps of charcoal of the body, pulverize them and scatter them to the winds.
Okay, but Armand and Lestat battling over whether Louis can be brought back to life? Lestat scattering Louis's ashes while Armand presumably watches, defeated? My heart!
Next time you complain about Merrick, remember... it could've ended like this.
I love Louis and I love him with Armand and Lestat both (separately and all together), so of course I'm very grateful Anne didn't go this route! But the idea that she might've??? 🫢
I'm not up to write this level of Angst™️ and do it justice but it's definitely something that could be explored further in fic! And it is one (of many lmao) instances where you can see such a stark difference between where Anne started and where she ended with her novels.
#i haven't fully fleshed out the thought yet so i'm stashing it in tags lol but also i'm wondering if armand and lestat's reactions here-#mirror enough of the actual canon in BC when louis is kidnapped#like there's not enough on lestat's mindset given HERE for us to stay but i imagine he's numbed out and destroyed and therefore susceptible#to david's suggestion to scatter the ashes instead of trying to resurrect louis#the vampire chronicles#vc#the skateboard of shakespeare#<- my tulane tag#lestat/louis#armand/louis#louis de pointe du lac#armand#lestat de lioncourt#quotes#anne rice
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Once again frustrated by how Difficult it is to do very basic tasks
#this is not even about executive dysfunction today#today i'm annoyed my phone simply won't make calls and every pharmacy i have contacted charges $100 for the covid vaccine#they're paying these kids $13 an hour obviously they haven't heard about the cdc program#they don't like train you on that stuff i get it#it's just. i would like a vaccine to put off getting covid again thus putting off the disability i'll eventually get from it#given enough times it's bound to fuck me up for good i'm just trying to make money until then#but it's just hard. everything is hard for no reason#i could just pay the $100 i guess it's doable it's just a bummer#i'm trying to save up to get out of this state give me a break i am very tired
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#the cryptid with the sticks#i realize i haven't given enough love to the short cryptid so here is to amend that#sleep token#sleep token ii#ii#vessel ii#sleeptoken#sleep token band#vessel#vessel sleep token#sleep token vessel#ii sleep token
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WIP
#i wanted to post this yesterday but i didn't like it that much so i cleaned up the sketch a bit and here it is#they're supposed to be a little older but yohei looks like always lol#i don't know when i'll finish this#maybe i'll never do it lol#i'm not feeling very creative these days but i wanted to draw them because i haven't given them enough attention#their height difference is insane#i love that yohei is so much smaller and he's still willing to kick anyone's ass so hanamichi can get to his game on time#he is seriously the best boyfriend#my art#wip#work in progress#unfinished#slam dunk#yohana#mito yohei#yohei mito#hanamichi sakuragi#sakuragi hanamichi#slam dunk yohei#slam dunk hanamichi
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Frisk Month Day 3: Shopping
Except Toriel's the only one doing the shopping because Frisk keeps hiding in the clothes racks.
#I'm a little behind but that's okay. I haven't given up yet#frisk month 23#safeutdr#undertale#my art#frisk#frisk dreemurr#frisk undertale#undertale frisk#undertale fanart#i thought this would be a silly idea but I wasn't sure how to show like. the clothes racks. so hopefully that's clear enough.#blur tool my beloved#flowey#flowey undertale
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