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shadowinthefire Ā· 6 months ago
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xxplastic-cubexx Ā· 8 months ago
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obligatory beach divorce doodling
bonus rough cover redraw of x-men #41 (1995) But Beach Divorce below cut
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#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#xmen#xmen movies#xmen first class#cherik#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#professor x#magneto#snap sketches#'snap i thought you were drawing old cherik this weekend' so did i but i was inflicted with visions sorry </3#i have my lil 92 comic sketched so ill do that tomorrow. not finish it but ill work on it šŸ’€#i wsa just gonna draw the first thing but then i figureed i might as well draw Most of the beach-divorce-related things i want to#just so i could put it all on one post. however this is a lie and i know ill wanna doodle more beach stuff#the first drawing Unsurprisingly was motivated BY the xmen 41 legion quest cover- at the very least the total blackout of erik's face#i wanna draw more of erik using his powers .. i wanna figure out how i wanna draw the effect etc etc#i was just gonna redraw the cover but i already liked the sketch i did of the first thing so. here we are#plus i figure someones already done a redraw of the cover but if anyone cares ill finish my version ig LOL#as for the comic ermmm it was just an excuse to draw erik with glowing eyes </3 and fading-glowing eyes </3#thats why i didnt draw the whole. Choking Moira bit. but i wouldve if i was redrawing the whole scene#kinda wish i did now that i think of it cause it coulda looked cooler prob but oh well maybe in like. three months when i redraw this#for exactly five cents ill redraw the whole beach divorce erlkjealkaje i can see it so clearly in my mind#what if first class was a comic drawn by a freak thatd be wild#but yeah thats why everything look rough as christ these were just supposed to be silly lil thangs#'silly things' and its beach divorce OK.#ok bye im gonna do my homework
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ciderjacks Ā· 10 months ago
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despite Laios low self esteem making him think that if he’d been eaten, Chilchuck and Marcille wouldn’t have helped Falin,
theres a small part of me that thinks the reason Chilchuck stayed with the party and went back in the dungeon in the first place was because he didn’t want to leave Laios alone. That Laios was moreso the reason he stayed.
#dungeon meshi#chilaios#OK SORRY. THE DEMONS. I REALLY DID NOT WANT TO LIKE THIS PAIRING. I DIDNT. BUT. HHH. FHFHJFJV. I FEEL CRAZY. LET ME EXPLAIN.#Pre canon it seems Laios is the person Chilchuck is really the closest to#He gets along with Namari and they are probably way better as buddies than he and Laios but#He and Laios seem *closer*#If that makes sense#Laios calls him his first name enough and without any issue or hesitation from Chilchuck#That I sort of inagine its not like. A misunderstanding. Laios is on a first name basis with him for a reason.#He also worries probably more than anyone about Laios#And his biggest criticism of him is that hes ā€œrecklessā€#he’s comfortable around Laios in a very specific way and so is Laios around him#and in the series he shows many times that he’ll risk his life to protect Laios#Like staying with him to confront the elves because he was worried Laios would say something stupid#Hes the first one to run up to him when Falin punches him#I mean I think he was also going back for Falin like its not like I think he doesn’t care about her or anything#He clearly does#But I don’t know if he’d have gone back if Laios hadn’t#And if Laios had been eaten I think he wouldn’t have even had to be convinced by Falin#I also think Marcille would’ve gone back for him but probably more bc Falin was going back#Like sort of a reversed thing#AGAIN not that I don’t think she cared about Laios at the beginning either#But she before the story she was mostly Falin’s friend who knew Laios through Falin#She only really got to know him when Falin got eaten and they had to do a team building exercise#Though now I sort of want to see an actually reversed scenario#Bc we also know that Chilchuck is sort of uncomfortable around Falin (said in relationship chart)#So I would love to see them be forced into a team building exercise to find a person they both love the way Laios and Marcille were
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axolotl-on-a-string Ā· 2 months ago
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I didn't see anyone doing this yet so here you go
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mabelmidnight-takeover Ā· 1 month ago
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the thing that doesn't make sense to me regarding the "he was putting her career on the line" POV is that there's no previous behavior from abbot that makes that believable to me. abbot faked a teenager's exams (w/o her knowledge) so she could get an abortion, told another doctor said teenager was getting back for the pills and didn't seem to care that robby could very easily find out what he did, reprimanded but immediately praised santos for doing a risky procedure she wasn't allowed to and took every opportunity he got to do procedures the hospital board wouldn't allow on the daily. nothing from his behavior told me he would put someone else's career on the line with something we were shown he's very capable of doing. add that to mohan's arc this season and the possibility of that POV being the case becomes nonexistent to me. it never even crossed my mind before checking what people were saying about the episode. i read it as a joke bc nothing else shown would tell me it wasn't.
comparing it to robby and david's situation: it was Not a surprise how robby reacted after david was proven innocent from the shooting. he was a bit more asshole-ish to how he'd probably react in a normal day, especially after a breakdown, but where he stood on the whole situation was not new. we were shown and told robby could react like that; we were shown and told abbot didn't care about what could happen to him or his career if a patient's health was on the way
#the pitt making me briefly come back to tumblr is crazyyyyy#out of all tv shows coming out a fucking medical series is what did it this is the end of the world#obviously to each their own#but i didnt see anyone point out how it never felt like we were supposed to see the scene in that way when looking at the whole series#i have to repeat the 1st interaction we got of him with a patient IS him putting his career on the line so a teenager can get an abortion#that alone took any malicious intent that could possibly exist in that scene to me#her nickname is slowmo they're in a mass casualty situation she HAS to act faster she HAS to trust her capability#and shipping or not shipping them it was an attending in a studying hospital encouraging and guiding a resident to trust her skills#it just felt more like a high point to mohan's confidence arc than him being a dick yk?#also theres no way abbot's ass wouldn't be on the line if smth did go wrong#he was the higher rank he was the one who told mohan to do it he was the one physically stopping another attending on taking over the case#walsh would NOT let him get away with it or blame it on mohan she's too much of a hater for that#also i think its funny how no ones talking about walsh clearly sideeyeing mohan after the stoner thing#she HATES being wrong and she WILL make it everyone's problem if she's ever proven wrong (not that she'll admit it)#soso special to me dr walsh i love you with all my heart#the pitt#samira mohan#jack abbott#abbot x mohan#the pitt spoilers
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restinpeacesensei Ā· 21 days ago
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i have drawn a birthday picture for akoya every year for the past 11 years! ;;w;; i imagine that every time i do, he gets a year older!
and now, it's canon!! the boueibu characters really are 10 years older! and akoya officially has a gorgeous dress!!! \>////</ congratulations!!! \TWT/
we would prefer not to pick favorites or receive comments about how the art has changed, but to think of every picture as a precious memory! ;;w;; do you remember them all? ;;o;;
akoya-chan!!! thank you so much for being with us for all of these years!! \;;/////;;/ ive loved you, ive found how to be myself through you, i know now that everything always ends up being okay. im so happy ive been able to share these years with you!! ;;~~~~;;
akoya, and all of you, thank you so much for all the beautiful memories!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY ANGEL!!! \>//////</ WE LOVE YOU FOREVER!!!! \;;W;;/šŸ’–šŸ’–šŸ’–
#akoya gero#kusatsu kinshirou#arima ibushi#my art#long post#ive been meaning to do this for a while and had this long post saved in my drafts since.. year 7#held off bc i prefer not to have older art compared to newer art LOL but i feel they really do deserve to be put together#these are my snapshots of the memories from over the years#i still really like the very first one. where akoya is secretly wearing a bra (does anyone remember that?)#there's very subtly a line under his shirt around his shoulder#i tried to continue to include it but at a certain point some of the outfits made it difficult to show it...#the straps in year 8 are.. bc of the bra. yeah. thats it. yes it's a bit extra... but i wanted to keep the tradition .......#yeah the bra could have been strapless.. but i had it that he liked the feeling of the straps... so... anyway... akoys looks happy its fine#is he wearing it under his official dress now...? yaaaay šŸ’–#year 2 they went to visit an art gallery.. kinchan is being himself#year 3... i wanted them to have a cute spring picnic. thats the feeling i wanted#year 4 was just before i moved and i thought i might leave the fandom bc i'd be busy but i Did Not...#year 5 was the first year in my new place starting to live a new life and i wanted a tribute to how far akoya and i had come T////T#year 6 i barely got something done but i managed it ;;---;;#and it was before i started shipping kinako but i remember feeling like i was leaning towards it just a little while i made this ;;#year 7 they are so happy to be together... their bond is so strong!! T////T i love them so much!!!#i thiiink that was the kinako year? you can see kinchan looks happy ;;////;;#i do feel special affinity for year 8 with the double rainbow T///T i posed for all three characters by taking video of myself outside#on a sunny day in the yard and then i put them together. it also reminds me of when kind people gave me rainbows T////T#year 10. the milestone. oh baby we made it this far ;;~~~;; all the tears and all the love... we made it and we're going to be okay T////T#i was going to use a stock paper texture for the text at the end but they said 'show me if you use it'#and i realized i didnt want someone sending them this actually LOL;; so i used a scan of my own sketchbook paper... which may be fitting?#(im realizing that some of the younger people here may not have photo albums and now i feel old)
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cod-thoughts Ā· 6 months ago
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And he stood by and waited to be called
Word count: 3.7k Relationship: NikPrice, PriceNik, Nikolai/Price Tags: Established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff, surprises, anniversary
Price and Nikolai are supposed to be celebrating their anniversary today, what if Nik has to cancel last minute? What if he makes it up to Price anyway? Keep reading under the cut or on AO3 I've been working furiously on ghostprice week but i wanted to get something up before then so here we are! I just wanted some fluff and something wholesome its been a rough couple of weeks 0_0
John Price ran his fingers through his beard, inspecting it in the mirror under the bright, unforgiving bathroom light. He’d gone to the barber the night before, the guy taking care to trim his hair just right, shaping the beard until it was exactly the way Nikolai liked it. Price had watched in the mirror as the barber worked, the hum of clippers and the snip of scissors oddly soothing. He’d wanted it to be perfect, the kind of effort he didn’t make often, but today was special. It was for Nikolai, after all. The man who had waited, who had been patient through the endless nights apart, through the missions that had stretched longer than expected, through the calls that never came when Price got tied up in things beyond his control.
This morning, he’d taken his time getting ready, savoring every small step. He’d used that fancy beard oil Nikolai had given him on their last anniversary—the one with the cedar and sandalwood scent that Nikolai had said made him ā€œsmell like a forest, but a handsome one.ā€ The words had stuck with Price, replaying in his mind every time he used the oil. He could almost hear Nikolai’s voice, that warm, affectionate tone, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he teased. It made Price smile to himself, a soft, private smile that lingered even as he moved through the rest of his routine.
He even went the extra mile, too, shaving away the rougher edges with a precision he hadn’t bothered with in a while, making sure every line was clean and crisp. The razor glided over his skin, the scent of shaving cream mingling with the cedar and sandalwood, and for once, Price allowed himself to enjoy it. This was, after all, their anniversary. Years of shared missions, flights, quick getaways, and late-night talks when the weight of command felt like too much, each adding up to something neither of them had ever quite expected. They’d found each other in the chaos, in the midst of everything else, and that was worth celebrating. It wasn’t just about the time they’d spent together—it was about the fact that they’d chosen each other, over and over again, despite everything.
After one last look, Price pulled his shirt collar into place, brushing his shoulders free of any stray hairs, adjusting the cuffs. It wasn’t fancy—not by a mile—but it felt good to put himself together just for the sake of it. For the sake of Nikolai. It made his chest swell with a quiet sort of pride, knowing that he could still find joy in the smallest of gestures, knowing that after all this time, Nikolai was still the one who made him feel like this.
As he strode out into the hallway, there was no hiding his uplifted mood. Gaz spotted him first, pausing with his coffee mug halfway to his lips, a grin slowly spreading across his face. ā€œCaptain… you look sharp.ā€ His tone was playful but warm, with an edge of real surprise. Price’s grooming routine was normally more utilitarian—efficient, maybe a bit rugged, if he was lucky.
Soap, however, was less subtle. ā€œChrist, look at you, Cap,ā€ he said with a dramatic whistle. ā€œWhat’s the occasion?ā€
Price rolled his eyes, but he could feel his face heating, which only encouraged them further. Gaz gave him a knowing smile, and even Ghost, leaning against the far wall, raised an eyebrow, catching his eye with an amused nod.
They knew, of course. It was no secret that Nikolai and Price were together. It hadn’t always been easy—Price had grappled with it for years, all those ingrained habits and fears from a past where he’d never felt able to be himself, to be openly happy like this. It had been Nikolai’s patience, his kindness, that had chipped away at those walls, showing Price that he didn’t have to keep that part of himself hidden.
Instead of keeping quiet or dancing around the subject, the team encouraged him, embraced him in ways that went beyond words. They teased him, sure, but it was with warmth, with affection that made Price feel lighter than he’d ever imagined he could. After all those years of thinking he had to keep that part of himself locked away, he was here—respected and accepted not just as a captain, but as a man with a heart that belonged to someone else.
Soap, however, wasn’t about to let him go with just a blush, and brought him out of his reverie with an excited shout, ā€œHey, we should give him an escort!ā€ He looked around at the others, his grin widening. ā€œMake sure the captain here arrives in style. After all, a bloke doesn’t get gussied up like that every day.ā€
Price chuckled, shaking his head. ā€œMaybe I’m just overdue for a proper clean-up,ā€ he muttered, trying to sound casual. But the small smile tugging at his lips betrayed him, and he knew it. There was no hiding his excitement—not from the team, not from himself.
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The hours passed, each task feeling like both a distraction and a countdown. Price moved through his duties with a kind of restless energy, his thoughts drifting constantly to the evening ahead. Every so often, he’d reach into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the small, carefully tied pouch nestled there. He’d spent weeks searching for something that would be meaningful—something that would last. In the end, he’d settled on an old-fashioned pocket watch, the kind Nikolai had once mentioned fondly in passing. It wasn’t flashy, but Price knew it would suit him, a small reminder of them that could go wherever Nikolai did. It felt right—something timeless, something that held weight, just like what they shared.
He imagined Nikolai’s reaction, the way his eyes would light up when he saw it, the warmth in his smile when he realised what it meant. Price’s heart swelled at the thought, a small smile tugging at his lips as he made his way through the base. Each step felt lighter, each mundane task a little less tedious, knowing that at the end of it all, Nikolai would be there.
As the evening approached, he found himself glancing at the clock more often, anticipation bubbling just below the surface. He was ready early, his heart thrumming with excitement as he made his way back to his quarters. They’d planned to meet there—just the two of them, an arrangement that had quickly become a ritual on the rare occasions they both had the luxury of downtime. He paced his room, unable to sit still, a smile tugging at his lips as he imagined how the night would go. They’d share a quiet meal, maybe a drink or two, and just be together—no missions, no distractions, just them.
Then his phone vibrated in his hand. Price opened the message with a grin, expecting to see Nikolai’s usual playful greeting—only to feel his heart drop as he read the words on the screen.
John, I am sorry, my love. I will not make it in time. Got pulled into something last minute. I will make it up to you, I promise. Be safe. Love you, Mishka.
The excitement that had carried him through the day deflated, replaced by a heavy emptiness that settled deep in his chest. He stared at the message, rereading it as if somehow the words might change, as if maybe he’d misunderstood. But they didn’t change, and the ache that followed was sharp and immediate. He knew he should be fine with it. This wasn’t the first time duty had forced one of them to cancel plans, and he’d had to do it to Nikolai more times than he cared to admit. He knew the job always came first—had always come first. But somehow, the disappointment cut deeper today. Maybe because he’d let himself look forward to it so openly, maybe because he’d let himself believe that, for once, they’d have the time to themselves.
Price sighed, running a hand over his face, the freshly smoothed skin reminding him of the effort he’d put into this day, the way he’d hoped it would go. He tried to brush it off, tried to tell himself it didn’t matter, but the ache in his chest lingered. He’d wanted tonight to be special—not just for himself, but for Nikolai too. He’d wanted to give them both a moment to breathe, to remind each other why they kept fighting, kept coming back.
He let out a slow breath, pocketing his phone and trying to gather himself. There was no use dwelling on it—he’d see Nikolai soon enough, and they’d make up for the lost time as they always did. But the ache in his chest didn’t ease, not fully.
Price made his way to the rec room where the team were gathered around a table playing cards. The room was filled with the sound of their banter, the shuffle of cards, the occasional clatter of a mug being set down. Normally, it was a comforting noise, a reminder of the camaraderie they shared, but tonight it felt distant—like he was watching it all from the outside.
He started making a cup of tea, his hands moving on autopilot. The motions were familiar, almost comforting in their simplicity. As the kettle clicked, Gaz sidled up next to him, nudging him lightly. ā€œEverything alright, Captain?ā€
Price forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. ā€œChange of plans,ā€ he said, shrugging. ā€œNikolai’s not gonna make it anymore. Duty calls.ā€
Gaz frowned, glancing back at Soap, who was already watching Price with a sympathetic look. ā€œWhy don’t you come out with us?ā€ Soap suggested, his voice unusually soft. ā€œJust for a bit. Make a night of it, yeah?ā€
Price shook his head, his smile faltering. ā€œAppreciate it, lads. But I’ll just finish up some reports. Been putting them off anyway.ā€ He tried to keep his tone light, but even he could hear the strain in it. The last thing he wanted was to be a burden, to bring down the mood. The disappointment was his to carry, and he’d manage it as he always did.
He watched as the others exchanged glances but didn’t press. There was a kind of understanding in their silence, an unspoken support that made Price’s chest tighten. They cared, in their own ways, and even if they couldn’t change anything, they were there, grounding him with their steady presence. It was enough—it had to be enough.
They let him go with a quiet nod, and Price slipped into his office, burying himself in paperwork to fill the time, to ease the ache he didn’t want to admit was there. He worked through reports, reviewed mission details, anything to keep his mind occupied, but the hours dragged, each tick of the clock a reminder of what he was missing. By the time he finally called it a night, the disappointment had settled into a dull, familiar ache. He knew he’d see Nikolai soon—knew they’d make up for the lost time as they always did. But tonight, there was no denying the ache of that missing presence, the empty space that seemed to echo louder than ever.
By the time he finally headed back to his quarters, he’d resigned himself to an evening alone, the carefully wrapped gift weighing heavier in his pocket. He paused outside his door, taking a slow breath before opening it. He knew it would be empty, knew he’d have to wait a little longer to see Nikolai, but still, a part of him hoped.
As he opened the door to his room, he froze. There, standing by the bed with a small, mischievous grin and a bouquet of wildflowers in hand, was Nikolai.
Price blinked, his heart leaping at the sight. For a second, he could only stare, his mind racing to catch up with reality. The exhaustion of the day, the disappointment he'd pushed down, all seemed to vanish in an instant. He blinked again, as if to make sure this wasn't some tired trick of his imagination. But no—there Nikolai stood, just as real as the ache in his chest had been moments before, now replaced by an overwhelming rush of warmth.
Nikolai’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he saw Price’s stunned expression. ā€œSorry I did not message you again, I was in a rush,ā€ he said, stepping forward, his voice softening. ā€œI had to see this…handsome Captain, I am sure you understand.ā€ He winked, his grin widening as he took in Price’s carefully put-together appearance.
Price’s heart clenched with something fierce—relief, love, gratitude—all of it swelled up at once, nearly making his throat tighten. He let out a breathless laugh, his lips curving into a smile that he couldn’t contain. Slowly, he stepped forward, his voice barely above a whisper. ā€œYou… how…?ā€
Nikolai closed the distance between them, the flowers still held loosely in one hand. ā€œDid you really think I would miss this? Not when you put in this effort.ā€ He reached out with his free hand, his fingers brushing against Price’s cheek, tracing the line of his freshly trimmed beard. ā€œI’ve missed seeing you like this,ā€ he added, his voice dropping to something more intimate, something just for Price.
For a long moment, Price could only stare, his heart swelling with relief and happiness as he took in the sight. Then, finally, he let out a quiet, breathless laugh, stepping forward and pulling Nikolai into a tight embrace. He buried his face in the crook of Nikolai’s neck, his voice muffled but thick with emotion. ā€œYou sneaky bastard.ā€
Nikolai laughed, his arms coming up around Price, holding him close. He pressed his face into Price’s shoulder, breathing him in, the familiar scent of cedar and sandalwood filling his senses. ā€œDid you really think I would let you spend our anniversary alone?ā€ he murmured against Price’s ear, his voice warm and gentle.
Price pulled back slightly, just enough to look Nikolai in the eyes. He could see the affection there, the sincerity in every line of Nikolai’s expression. It made his chest feel tight, and he swallowed hard, nodding. ā€œNo,ā€ he said, his voice rough. ā€œBut I… I wasn’t expecting this.ā€
Nikolai smiled, lifting the bouquet between them. ā€œI believe these are for you, Captain.ā€
Price chuckled, shaking his head as he took the flowers from Nikolai’s hand, brushing his fingers over the delicate petals. They were a little worse for wear, some petals bent, a few stems slightly bruised, but Price found it made them all the more perfect. They were real, just like this moment, like the man standing before him.
ā€œWildflowers, Nik?ā€ Price asked, his voice laced with affection. ā€œYou know you didn’t have toā€¦ā€
Nikolai’s smile softened, and he took a small step closer, his hand coming to rest on Price’s hip, his thumb brushing lightly against the fabric of his shirt. ā€œNo trouble, my love. Besides, I think they suit you. Strong, resilient… beautiful.ā€
Heat rose to Price’s face, and he looked away, huffing out a laugh. ā€œYou always know just what to say, don’t you?ā€
Nikolai came up behind him, arms wrapping around his waist, pressing his face into the side of Price’s neck. He took a deep breath, his voice rumbling softly against Price’s skin. ā€œOnly for you.ā€ He pulled away slightly, just enough to spin Price around to face him instead. He pressed a kiss to Price’s lips—soft, lingering, full of all the words they didn’t need to say.
When he pulled back, Nikolai’s eyes were gleaming with mischief, and he whispered, ā€œI cannot wait to unwrap my gift,ā€ his gaze running up and down Price’s form, appreciation evident in his eyes.
Price chuckled, shaking his head. ā€œNot quite,ā€ he said, his tone teasing. He reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the small box there. ā€œā€¦or at least not yet,ā€ he added quietly, holding it out to Nikolai. ā€œI… I got you something.ā€
Nikolai’s eyes softened as he took the gift, his gaze flicking up to meet Price’s before he carefully unwrapped it. The wrapping was simple—Price hadn’t been one for extravagant touches—but it had been done with care, and that was what made it special. Nikolai peeled back the paper, revealing the small box within. He opened it slowly, and the soft click of the pocket watch filled the quiet room.
A look of quiet awe crossed Nikolai's face as he took in the pocket watch, its metal glinting in the soft light. He ran his thumb across the engraved initials on the inside, his eyes taking in every detail. There was a pause, a moment where the world seemed to still around them, and then Nikolai looked up, meeting Price’s gaze with an expression so full of love it made Price’s breath catch.
ā€œJohnā€¦ā€ His voice was barely a whisper, thick with emotion as he ran his thumb over the watch’s surface again. He looked back at the initials, tracing them gently. ā€œIt’s perfect,ā€ he said, his voice cracking just slightly.
Price felt his heart swell, the weight of the day’s disappointment finally lifting as he reached out, his fingers brushing against Nikolai’s. The warmth of Nikolai’s skin under his fingertips grounded him, the way it always did. He smiled, a real, genuine smile that reached his eyes. ā€œOnly the best for you, Nik.ā€
Nikolai took a deep breath, his gaze flicking back down to the watch, his thumb still tracing the initials. He closed the watch with a soft click, slipping it carefully back into its box before he looked back up at Price. ā€œI will keep it with me always,ā€ he said, his voice still thick with emotion, his eyes meeting Price’s. ā€œWherever I go, a piece of you comes with me.ā€
Price swallowed, feeling his throat tighten as he nodded. He couldn’t find the words to respond, not properly, so instead, he took a step forward, pulling Nikolai into another embrace. This one was different from the last—slower, more deliberate. He wrapped his arms around Nikolai’s shoulders, burying his face in the crook of Nikolai’s neck, and for a moment, everything else fell away. The weight of command, the responsibilities, the expectations—all of it faded, leaving just the two of them, wrapped up in each other.
After a long moment, Price pulled back, just enough to press a gentle kiss to Nikolai’s temple. When he finally let go, Nikolai smiled, a playful glint returning to his eyes. He reached into the bag he’d set by the bed, producing a small, aged bottle of whiskey. Its amber hue gleamed in the soft light as Nikolai held it up between them. ā€œI did not come empty-handed either,ā€ he murmured, his voice laced with that familiar warmth. ā€œThought we could have a proper toast, my love.ā€
Price’s face softened as he looked at the bottle, recognising the label immediately. It was the same whiskey they’d shared once before—on another night, one that had felt just as full of quiet understanding and love. He met Nikolai’s gaze, touched by the small gesture. ā€œYou remembered,ā€ he said, his voice quiet.
Nikolai’s smile softened. ā€œOf course I remembered.ā€ He stepped closer, nudging Price gently toward the small table by the bed. ā€œNow, let us toast properly, hm?ā€ He poured a couple of inches into each glass, handing one to Price before raising his own. His gaze settled on Price, warm and unwavering. ā€œTo all our years, past and future, but there could never be enough time with you.ā€
Price felt a grin break across his face as he raised his glass, his heart swelling with a rush of affection. He clinked his glass to Nikolai’s, the soft sound filling the quiet room, and took a sip. The warmth of the whiskey spread through him, soothing the edges of the day, and he felt the tension that had lingered melt away completely.
They moved to sit on the edge of the bed, shoulders brushing as they savoured their drinks, the silence between them comfortable, filled with a quiet kind of joy. Price leaned into Nikolai slightly, their legs touching, the warmth of his partner grounding him in a way that nothing else could. He let out a content sigh, his gaze drifting down to where their hands rested side by side on the bed.
Nikolai seemed to notice the direction of his gaze, and with a soft smile, he set his glass down on the nightstand before reaching over, taking Price’s hand in his. He laced their fingers together, his thumb brushing lightly across Price’s knuckles in a slow, soothing motion.
Price turned to look at him, his chest tightening with emotion. There were so many things he wanted to say, but as he met Nikolai’s eyes, he realised he didn’t need to. Everything he felt, everything he wanted to say, was already there in the way Nikolai looked at him, in the way he held his hand, in the warmth of his touch.
Slowly, Nikolai leaned in, his forehead resting gently against Price’s. ā€œI love you, John,ā€ he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if the words were just for the two of them and no one else.
Price closed his eyes, his heart swelling with a warmth that filled every part of him. He squeezed Nikolai’s hand gently, his voice equally soft as he replied, ā€œI love you too, Nik. More than anything.ā€
For a long moment, they stayed like that, their foreheads resting together, their hands intertwined, the world outside forgotten. There was no rush, no need to move or speak. Everything they needed was right there, in the quiet space between them, in the love they shared.
When they finally pulled back, Nikolai grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief once more. He nudged Price gently, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. ā€œCan I still unwrap you?ā€
Price let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head as he pulled Nikolai closer, their noses brushing. ā€œNot arguing with that,ā€ he replied, his voice low and affectionate.
Nikolai’s grin widened, and he leaned in, capturing Price’s lips in a kiss that was soft and slow, filled with the promise of everything still to come. Price melted into it, his arms wrapping around Nikolai’s waist, his heart full to the brim.
In that quiet, stolen moment, everything felt right. The world outside could wait a little longer; tonight, this was all they needed.
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made that template for three :3 venchiya rundown!!! more in tags if u care
#i have lots of aus for us but this is the og venchiya au#where i have a studio and work downtown and they live downtown so i actually see them all the time#i would watch them from 3 stories up bc they intrigued me#always thought they were a cute couple but the red guy looked like he was being followed against his will even tho they did everything tgtr#heard a commotion one late night in the studio and saw the red guy beating the fuck out of someone in the alley across the street#locked eyes with black haired guy and he waved and smiled like a freak and i just kept drawing#started doing sketches of them when i was supposed to be working on bigger projects#passed by them one day on my way to work and black haired one said hello. i ignored him#one day i'm asked to give a private tour at the gallery and i come downstairs and it's them#red hair guy does not gaf#black haired guy asks thoughtful questions and seems to care about art but is a bit unsettling to me#i dont think much of it until he starts showing up more frequently and alone#the interactions are pleasant but i cant shake what i saw that one time so i tell security to be wary of him from then on#and i stop staying late in the studio for a few weeks#fast forward 8 months and we're not friends not dating but some secret third thing where i'm always at their apartment#we kiss cuddle and have sex but theres no labels but i refuse to see anyone else and i know neither of them are either#also to touch on takiishis sexuality he did not know that and doesnt gaf that is my conclusion after spending lots of time with him#his closet is in no way gendered he wears whatever he wants and if he gave af to label it he'd be nb#i think hes very cool and he intrigues me and i like going shopping with him and getting our nails done together#i stay at theirs a lot despite having my own place bc i like spending mornings with takiishi#and i assume if he didnt like to then he wouldnt sit at the table with me...or maybe hes just food motivated#i like his mystery#we are alone together in the mornings because endo goes to the gym in the morning and then he comes back all sweaty and sexy#ok ive exhausted everything i wanted to talk about thank u for ur time and for reading if u made it this far#mwah love u all#venchiya <3#wait also to be clear endo is still using random women's cards in this au i'm def not giving that man my money#LOL
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this is so stupid but i always have fun imagining the milgram characters watching their own/others mvs and seeing their reactions, especially for MeMe
That’s not stupid at all, thank you so much for the ask!! It’s sooo interesting to think about! I planned on just posting this drabble, but the more I thought about it, the more I started jotting down headcanons for everyone šŸ‘€ Of course there’s the initial disbelief and shock that Milgram can really do what it claims, but once they accept that, they’d have a lot of interesting reactions…
Es gets to watch the video first, then the prisoners are free to watch their own in the privacy of the courtroom/extraction room/wherever. Other prisoners can watch them only with explicit permission from the video’s singer. No one is allowed to watch Undercover except for Es. At first they spend hours looking at those final frames of themself flinching from the camera, hoping to jog any sort of memories, but eventually they give up on it. While actually watching it, they don’t mind the murder silhouettes. While sleeping, however, it has triggered more than one nightmare.
Haruka: He thinks Weakness is very pretty – he’s amazed seeing himself on the screen and hearing his voice, knowing he’s not that good of a singer. Even before his innocent verdict, it gives him a huge surge of confidence. Once he gets to know the others better, he gives them mv permissions, then stares intently at their faces to see their reactions as they watch it. AKAA scares him a bit, seeing his own intense emotions on screen, and he only gives Muu permission to see it. When he’s alone, Haruka pauses the shots of his mother, just to stare for a while.
Yuno: Laughs at the symbolism her mind used in Umbilical. She’s never shied away from sexual words/thoughts, so it's funny the video was as tame as it was. She thinks the song is fun, and isn’t afraid to show the others and sing snippets of it around the prison. Some days it’s too emotional for her to get into it, but most of the time she tries to display a confident attitude about it. After Tear Drop, she’s satisfied with her anger and more overtly sexual images. If anything, she feels too exposed by the shots of herself looking more vulnerable/sad.Ā 
Fuuta: He experiences a solid mix of embarrassment at the gaming theme in Bring it On and feeling a surge of pride that he looks badass in the knight’s armor. He’s worried the warden won’t take him seriously with the video game obsession, but he absolutely loves the song and thinks it portrays his toughness and ideals well. He’s less thrilled with Backdraft, everything about it unsettles and embarasses him. He’s thrown by the shot of crossing out his own silhouette – he’d had self-harming thoughts, but wasn’t quite ready to confront them so blatantly yet. Like Haruka, he can be caught pausing the arcade shot just for a moment before turning the whole thing off and storming away.
Muu: She has mixed emotions towards After Pain. She hates seeing herself look so weak and pathetic, but it gives her a lot of hope that her story will be understood. She misses her friends, and seeing them again is bittersweet. She closes her eyes at the moment of the stabbing – she’s only gotten the courage to watch it through her fingers once. She watches INMF once, then refuses to look at it again from shame/horror. Despite Haruka’s begging, she doesn’t let him watch it, either.Ā 
Shidou: He asks Es what they saw in Throw Down. Upon finding out his family wasn’t in it, he chooses not to watch it. He believes he already knows all about his emotions and crime, so there’s no need to go through that pain again. He’s tempted to watch it when he’s confused about Es’ verdict, but still holds off. He does watch Triage when informed his family is in it. He spends hours in front of the screen by himself. Only after seeing that one does he watch Throw Down, though he’s still left confused about Es’ decisions.
Mahiru: Absolutely loves TIHTBILWY. She thinks it perfectly describes her situation, and that the song is very cute. She lets others watch it, and unlike Yuno, feels like singing it 24/7. It reminds her of her bf, and she thinks that’s very romantic. Similar to Shidou, she spends a lot of time watching I Love You just to look at her boyfriend. She shows it to everyone, just to show him off and talk about him, even if she does skip over the beginning and end each time.
Kazui: He is very similar to Shidou; he refuses to watch his videos until T2, assuming it would be too painful to watch something he already knows and wishes to avoid. Unlike Shidou, seeing Hinako is far too painful, and he regrets watching it and seeing her so happy on their wedding day. Though maybe he’s still waiting, and hasn’t seen any of the videos yet…
Amane: Magic makes her worry more than anything. She fears she’s poisoned by unnecessary vainness since so much of her video involves cute things, colors, outfits, animals, and is set up like a tv show. She’s also worried that Es and the others will really see her as a child because of how cute the whole thing is. She prevents herself from watching it too many times, but buried under all her fears, it gives her a surge of pride seeing herself so talented and pretty and the star of the show. Purge March only reaffirms her confidence in her crime – the video brings up some awful memories, but it shows her as a leader, a warrior, a hero! It brings her comfort and confidence more than anything.
Mikoto/John: The videos are distressing to both of them, and they spend all their time studying the others’ screentime. Mikoto watches in horror as John does things that line up with his spotty memories, and John panics seeing that his actions distress Mikoto more than they’ve reassured/saved him. John does end up watching his own scenes a few times – it feels incredibly good to appear in a way that Mikoto may finally notice him. He feels seen. Now, logically I think that MeMe would be the final tipping point in which Mikoto finally accepts the situation and his DID, but if I must stick to his canon denial, then I’d say he goes on a whole rant about movie magic andt the crazy things you can do with editing nowadays. He doesn’t have a good explanation on how Milgram found his home and knew so much about him, but he explains everything away as cgi or camera effects. Double manages to sway him a bit more, as he hears John speak so plainly to him. Just as the audience had some debate on who was apologizing at the end of Double, Mikoto and John wonder who is apologizing to whom. Though they both come to the conclusion it’s their own apology, they decide that if it was the others’, they’d accept it and forgive them.
Kotoko: She’s very pleased with Harrow, and is unashamed to show it to the others. Though she’d been able to watch a few of the previous prisoners’ videos, it still shakes her a bit when she realizes that Milgram really does have the tech to look deep inside her. She watches it just a few times – not obsessing over it, but not afraid either. Deep Cover, however, is a once-and-done sort of deal. She claims she’s not letting the others watch it because ā€œthey couldn’t handle such harsh but true criticisms about themselves,ā€ but she doesn’t end up watching it anymore herself, either.
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subeddieweek Ā· 13 days ago
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You understand that sub Eddie is a term used and tagged widely by the entire Eddie fandom and all Eddie ships right? Totally fair to only want your event to be Steddie but you could have picked a more specific name instead of just borrowing one that already exists for everyone. It’s not fair to bring hate to people that are just minding their business with no idea this event is even happening but now they have people commenting on their shit that other ships aren’t allowed. Being rude because you didn’t know an event had commandeered the term sub Eddie for the week. There’s enough hate in this space already.
We picked the name because it was available! Any other event group could have done the same if we hadn't, but out of all the other media and ships that involve someone named Eddie, no one did. Any other event can pick their own, more specific name, too, if they want.
Trust us, we understand being hated in our fan communities, but this ask is a waste of our time and yours. We just finished up our second year with this being a Steddie-only event, so this isn't a new thing we suddenly "commandeered," and we didn't consider anyone would see it that way when we picked our name. Assuming we had malicious intent over something so small like this is unfair.
The standalone Sub Eddie Munson tag can be used by anyone at ANY time and we've never said anything to the contrary. This is part of why we specified this year to tag our specific blog (which has all our rules pinned and easy to find so there should be minimum confusion as to what/who this event is for) because other people use the same tags we use.
All we have asked is that people don't use our event collection on AO3 for unrelated works which is really reasonable seeing as we personally made the collection and moderate it ourselves. If there are other events going on, event moderators should be making their own collections. If there isn't another event going on, people shouldn't be using a random moderated event collection anyway.
No one speaks for our event except for the official social media pages and we are unaware of any conflict happening in other places. Sorry this is happening, but we didn't ask for that and that's the fault of people who think they can backseat-moderate an event they aren't actually involved with.
And to anyone who feels the need to comment on works they feel don't "fit," the only official fics for our event are in our official collection on AO3 that we have linked numerous times, or they are reblogged on our official social medias. If it's not here or in the collection, it's entirely separate and you shouldn't be speaking for the event. We have given you a way to read only fics for this event by moderating the collection ourselves, so looking elsewhere is the fault of your own, not the writers simply using the sub Eddie tag.
tl;dr - you can use the sub Eddie Munson tag, literally nobody cares. Other events can pick their own names, we took it because it was available. Just don't use collection we personally made or randomly tag our URL/@ and we don't have an issue because we moderate our event and show everyone what's actually part of it. No one speaks for our event except for us, so stop doing that if you are.
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glauces-notebooks Ā· 10 months ago
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rewatching night at the museum for the first time in a while and wow. i missed this film.
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neonhellscape Ā· 8 months ago
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new rt everyone shes a freak whos pretty sure shes been been given the role of rogue trader as an act of divine intervention to eventually replace the godemperor and bring new glory to the imperium which she thinks is dull and stagnant. dont worry about why she keeps marazhai caged in her trophy room like he's bait its not important and completely irrelevant to the fact ive joke nicknamed her simon thresh. has anyone noticed a lot of slaaneshi demons during warp jumps lately
#warhammer rogue trader#rogue trader#marazhai aezyrraesh#von valancius#if i ever mention about marazhai going insane on the voidship this is what i want you to think of#understimulated predator animal in a cage claws itself open#its worse with her but i do think he generally feels kinda insane anyway#yeah he's tricked into thinking she's tolerable and a fair alternative to the arena then hes taken to the voidship#yrliet [who was the fixation until now] tries to warn him about her before getting her head bashed in infront of him#spirit stone smashed into shards for ritual use body dragged off for vague poor medical knowledge dissection#he is now thinking the arena might not be so bad after all. except he's got no way to back out of this so hes screaming clawing at the wall#shes not giving him up willingly and the only person who could take him by force is calcazar whos not a great alternative tbh!#so he gets to go insane being bait for the chaos god he's already ocd fixated is stealing his soul [on top of normal drukhari fears]#and he's not able to maul anyone else while locked up so its just him dealing with this alone! yay#she doesnt give a shit about pasqal until he gets xenotech in him. then he goes to the trophy room too for study/more grafts#heinrix is most likely captive in the trophy room too with his death faked so he cant snitch#idira Almost got in trouble too for the implant she gets from tervantias but then it breaks and this lass is just angry at her#the Only reason she doesnt feed her to the wolves and kick her out is her door. and she is now trying to force it open with a crowbar#abelard has to deal with her shit and manage it socially. he never thought he'd want to retire but fucking hell when can he quit#she likes jae mostly for her connections. toxic yuri theyre both using eachother#she briefly idolises achilleas for bringing her to commorragh but then finds out he did it under torture and didnt want to. mad at him#he can make it up to her once hes a wrack though [he is going next to marazhai. this will only improve both their mental states]#can you tell this freak is a piece of work yet#shes got screams of the damned volume 3 playing across the ship and shes having a great time but is completely deadpan the whole time#unrelated! you can finally see my idea of marazhai next to a normal fucking human good god. yeah i think hes huge
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maya-chirps Ā· 5 days ago
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There's gotta be some piece about how the fandomization of the conclave has affected the initial response the public had about the cardinals and the new pope or something like how people did treat the conclave was strange and like I get it was spillover from the conclave 2024 fandom, it's still odd to me in hindsight and heck even right now
#mayaposts#christianity#roman catholicism#catholicism#ive got lots of thoughts into this really#like the much more widespread flattening of politics wrt the papabili#also how people did woobify tagle quite a bit just bc he's loosely partly the basis for benitez when like thats not how tagle is#while outsiders put him in the ''francis asian'' box a little too hard imo#like i dont hate the guy or anything but how he was presented by ppl was strange like the other less favorable things that other cardinals#said or believed in in the past like ten years was brought up but i only heard like two places that explained parts of his beliefs that#aren't progressive to a layperson#like i hadnt heard anyone talk about how tagle said that contraceptives are basically abortion like as if the rh law debate didnt happen#not surprising for a catholic bishop ofc but it's weird if you're trying to represent him as a good pope that's probably more progressive#that the last one besides the fact that yeah he's said blessings for divorcees and gay ppl but he did specify case by case basis which coul#be like some sort of softer blow to ease out other clergy but still there is that distinction#im not even saying he's less progressive than leo he probably is on some issues but it was still strange to see ppl talk abt him like that#some of them weren't even filipinos doing this while others weren't even catholic/excatholic too#idk ive got lots of thoughts post conclave and yeah the fandomization is strange and the woobification dishonest at times#and probably unintentionally so too#conclave#papal conclave#conclave 2025
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skitskatdacat63 Ā· 10 months ago
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2024 Belgian Grand Prix - George Russell(misc.)
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shigussy Ā· 10 months ago
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i keep getting tiktoks of these younger gen z kids referencing a time they did something relating to fandom in public and now they're embarrassed by it and everytime i see one i sit there thinking over all of middle and high school and having genuinely 0 moments that i feel embarrassed by, like i definitely did a lot of shit these kids would be embarrassed by but i think these are all just really fucking funny
also photographic evidence of the kinda kid i was. these are from 2014/15 when i was in 8th grade
-desolation row one shot(still on wattpad gerard way/reader smut)
-twerk it on (mcr crack fanfic no longer on wattpad but i have another fic in my library called twerking in taco bell which definitely ALSO used for my reading log)
-frank iero must die(a serial killer/assassin frerard fic, still on wattpad)
-hair (really vague maybe a phanfic? nowhere in my wattpad library rip)
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my binder i used in 7th grade i had a blue one that looked pretty similar to this for 8th grade but idk where it went, also the parts i scribbled out are my full legal name i had written on it. i wrote it normally and then the big spot is where i wrote my name REALLY BIG in elysian code from the vladimir tod books. also the lines are from when i used an exacto knife to cut up some papers and forgot that my binder was underneath
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in conclusion yall can now see why im so shameless about talking about shigaraki the way i do
#base line i started sobbing IN THE MIDDLE OF MATH CLASS and had my phone taken away bc i was watching the mv for the ghost of you by mcr#i went to school with cat whiskers#me and my bsf made a presentation about an imaginary trip to the planet uranus and we filled it with so many memes and butt puns she started#laughing so hard she couldn't breathe and i had to do the entire presentation alone and we got a standing ovation#my 8th grade science teacher hated us#another time same class we had an assignment where we had to make a bunch of words with the periodic table and we did shrek and lucifer one#after another and when we turned it in our teacher read it and immediately told us to leavešŸ’€šŸ’€#same class again different friend we saw NA on the periodic table and started singing nanana by mcr and got sent out of class bc we started#laughing so hard we couldn't breathe#high school i would eddie munson on the lunch tables#found that aspect of eddie so relatable#filmed youtube videos at my old hs that STILL EXIST ON MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL#id honestly have them up for anyone to see but my old bsf found them extremely embarrassing and she thinks i deleted them#i used to go to school with a whole library in my backpack like the entire pjo/hoo series of unfortunate events harry potter etc#my backpack had a bunch of doodles on it and it said battaco big asf and it was an inside joke with my friends for years bc of it#i also used to go to school dressed as frank iero/gerard way/etc#pete wentz eyeliner#larped with the anime club in this little corner outside of the library bc it had a bunch of trees and a 6 ft long stick that we took turns#holding and screaming YOU SHALL NOT PASSā€¼ļøā€¼ļø#the middle school book club had movies days on fridays and when people tried to vote to watch the lighting thief movie i stood on my chair#and spent so long bitching about how bad it was that we had to do the movie the next monday bc people needed to go home and the librarian#could not stop my righteous fury#a teacher assaulted me trying to get me to stand for the flag so i dead weight dropped on top of him and then ran around the class to stay#away(real hard to do in a small music classroom) and when i got tired of that i beat him up a little and i didnt get in trouble bc he was#really embarrassed i got the drop on him(bc i had tiddies)#that man hated me for being trans#really got mad at me when the pledge started after that and id get up and salute while singing welcome to the black parade#was also genuinely bad at soccer that my teacher sent me off to other teachers when our class did soccer bc the only time i ever got the#ball i kicked it into the wrong goal#i got more stories but i ran out of tags :(
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chiimeramanticore Ā· 3 months ago
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waow
#before anything else i must warn this is going to be. unorganized thoughts mostly#in the last year or so ive tried to regain confidence that i am in fact plural and am not just faking it#or mistaking other symptoms for DID. shake off the denial y'know. as is so signature for this damn disorder#a diagnosis probably wouldnt even make me feel more sure lol. and also getting diagnosed for this specifically is like#the final boss of psychiatry to put it lightly lol#but when it quiets down in headspace ur always gonna feel like. maybe its over. whatever that was#it was just me and brandy for a while#but guess who had a godawful night and then a godawful morning and split a new alter ā€¼ļøā€¼ļøšŸ”„šŸ”„šŸ”„šŸ”„#he hates it here! he might hate me for creating him! im not sure !#hell im not even rly sure if im juno or brandy rn lol. my mind is just so messy today#i woke up.. when did i wake up. like 9:30 i think and its 1pm now and i haven't gotten out of bed#i don't even remember all that time passing . i couldve sworn its only been like an hour. two at most#on the one hand this has all been kinda terrible and mentally exhausting but at the same time. hey cant say im faking now LMAO#the other hand is brandy. the other hand is absolutely brandy. i am tired lol#im only posting this here so i can just like. process it i guess#ive had a weird time finding an outlet to just spew random thoughts into since leaving twitter so. sorry#idk if anyone's expecting this of me but i always kinda feel like i need some level of professionalism on this account#keyword some. i know this is tumblr#but idk if these very open posts are. annoying? weird? uncomfortable? entertaining somehow?#i know I know theres no point in worrying abt how others percieve you . knowing that hasnt stopped me from doing it lol#i dont remember where i was going w this. maybe i didnt have a goal in the first place#idk if you read this far i dont rly need u to act like u didnt see it cuz like. wouldnt have posted it otherwise#but idk why i am posting. idk what i want out of anyone who has read all this#maybe just. interact w this post in some way idk. it's actually kinda grounding for me if you can believe it#bleghh im thinkin of cheating on my weed break just to treat myself after all this. weed + a long walk would fix me
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