#iamnotokay

[robbinbins]

THESE WEIRD FUCK ASS CLAWS IM HERE FOR IT. I'M SAT.

[a-homiesexual-book-boi]

i hate how much my bad relationships in the past still fucking affect me

i’m still the same person

going through old convos

with someone who i know was bad to me

and still

shaking

still fucking telling myself

“You were terrible to him and should be ashamed of yourself he was nothing but nice to you”

even when i’m the one

who has to navigate my life

entirely differently

because i’m still under his control

[imsiriuslycool]

Happy Halloween everyone!! (this morning I sobbed when I remembered it has been 43 years)

[kitttcatalyst]

Some dreams are just echoes of a past that won't stay buried. 💔 Haruto wakes up with a scream lodged in her throat, heart pounding, the ghost of ash and blood clinging to her skin. Katsuki's voice still rings in her ears — a desperate cry, a hand reaching through the rubble. But when she opens her eyes, it's gone. Just a nightmare. Right?

She doesn't remember it fully. Not yet. But the fear lingers. And the worst part? She knows, deep down, that it wasn't just a dream. It was a memory.

Evermore AU has me in SHAMBLES. Reincarnation? Redemption? Trauma manifesting in dreams? Yeah, I’m feral. 🥲🔥

[not-glorfindel-stop-asking]

Lindir. I happened to overhear your conversation with dear Anonymous here, and I must say. *Narë clutches her head with both hands, a slightly unfocused look in her eyes*

WHAT IN THE DEPTHS OF THE IRON PRISON ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

You and Eredin are nearly age-mates. I cannot stress this enough, you are far, far closer to him in age than a child born right now would be. Lindir, do you know the age gap between Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn? A millenium. A thousand years of the Sun. You two were born practically days apart in confront.

Oh, sure, o jaded with life grizzled old man, tell me, what big battle happened in that century or two that you rememeber and he does not? None? None.

*Narë takes a deep breath, making a piramid out of her fingers, looking at you with a pained expression.*

Lindir. How the actual fuck you managed to cultivate the notion of being undeserving of love? Who hurt you this bad?

If Eredin loves you, then he does, there is probably nothing you can do to change that, his heart is his to give and take. You already spend all of your time with him, if you haven't noticed. He doesn't look like he would like to flee your presence, to the contrary.

Also, for the tree comparision. Lindir. Have you been to an old-growth forest???? Have you seen how the trees grow there? Most of them need the shade to strenghten properly, just go ask a woodland elf!

But returning. You deserve to be loved and to allow yourself to love, even if it is not romantic strictly speaking. You know that you don't need grand dramatic gestures to show love, right? You know that the concept of life-friends exists? You don't have to desire Eredin carnally for your love to count, nor do you have to constantly slather him in poetry.

Nobody is perfect, you dimwit! But if Eredin has already given you his admiration, then you have no way of making him un-love you. People care about you, for fuck's sake. Eredin cares, deeply. Half of Imladris cares, I care, Lord Elrond cares!

You aren't obligated in any way to give your heart away right this instant, but even if you don't actively encourage it, the love others have for you won't go away easily.

To be honest, I think you need to have a good, long, very awkward conversation with Eredin about what you two want, what you would like to do and avoid.

*she pinches the bridge of her nose, terribly upset, and you can see her eyes glowing slightly*

But please, Lindir, stop undervaluating your worth! You are not just a convenient depository of numbers. You gilmmer with starlight, Lindir, and it makes your spirit shimmer so beautifully. Don't dim that light, I beg you.

*Narë whispers, shaking her head.* You are our Lindir. Our.

Ah—oh—oh dear. Oh no.

Narë, please—I—I fear I may have stopped breathing at some point during that speech, and I am unsure if I have yet remembered how to start again.

First and foremost, I must—I must—address the sheer, devastating force of your words. You have, quite effectively, torn through the layers of my careful rationalizations as one might cut through parchment with a particularly sharp letter opener. I feel as though I have been caught in a great storm—the kind that shakes the very foundations of one’s understanding of reality and leaves them standing, windblown and helpless, staring at the wreckage of their previously held beliefs.

I—I do not know what to say.

I have so very many questions, and yet my mind is entirely blank. It is a distressing combination.

Firstly—age-mates? No, no, surely not, that cannot be—surely he is young, young in ways that I have long since ceased to be! Surely he is—he is bright and fresh as a spring morning, whereas I—well, I am practically a historian at this point! I have seen… many things! I— oh no, I cannot think of a single significant battle he would not also remember. Oh no.

Oh, no.

I— do I truly spend all my time with him? But no, that cannot be, for I have many duties and responsibilities and—oh. Oh, but he is always there, isn't he? He is always bringing me tea, and sharing quiet conversations in the library, and standing beside me when I am overwhelmed, and—oh no.

But surely—surely this is simply because he is kind, and thoughtful, and simply a very attentive friend! That does not mean anything! That does not—

Wait.

I—oh. Oh dear. Oh dear.

This—this is a deeply distressing revelation, Narë. Deeply. I had been led to believe that I was making neutral, impartial observations about the behavior of others. I had not—I had not—considered that I was, in fact, unknowingly narrating my own situation.

I feel as though I have been tricked by my own words. Betrayed by my own insight.

And—and—and the tree metaphor? I—no, but—but I thought— No. No, I need a moment. I need several moments.

…Starlight?

Narë, I do not—no, I cannot— I—I do not understand how one can possibly see such things in me, let alone say them so convincingly. I have spent so very long being… small. Not in stature, but in importance, in necessity, in the grand scheme of all things. I do not glimmer, Narë. I—I exist, I function, I serve my purpose, and I—

I do not know how to be anything else.

And yet—

I do not know how to refuse your words, either.

I—oh no. Oh, I think I need to sit down. Perhaps have some tea. Perhaps rethink everything I have ever believed about myself and my interactions with Eredin.

This is terrible.

[peppershrimplol]

hey, Is it normal to be romantically attracted to Dr Jack Bright?? ( ˶°^°)

[scribblyn2]

CRINGETOBERRR!!!11!!!

Uh yeah I forgot about day 1 so I immediately did it with day 2..

Day 1: colorful eyes

Day 2: fursona

I'll just leave these here...

Man it's been a pretty long time drawing myself as my fursona.. the fnaf flashbacks are kicking in... HELPPP

[goodtimeswithiona]

WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. HELP HEKP ONGBDUDHSUHDUDHDUDHUDH

[jazzylicious8]

Lesbians?

The dim light from outside filtered through the curtains, casting faint shadows on the walls of the small room. Samira kicked open the last drawer, a half-smile tugging at her lips as she rummaged through it. "Dang, they really didn’t even try to put nice clothes in here," she said with a joking tone, holding up a wrinkled blouse.

Marliene didn’t respond at first, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her shirt. Her eyes flickered briefly to Samira, then back to the floor. Samira could tell she was deep in thought again.

"You’ve been quiet," Samira said, her voice low and careful.

Marliene shrugged, not looking up. "Just thinking."

"Thinking or avoiding?" Samira’s voice was a little sharper now, but it wasn’t accusatory—just… concerned.

Marliene’s blue eyes flicked up, locking onto Samira’s for a moment. "You’d know all about avoiding, wouldn’t you?"

The air between them grew heavier, the unspoken words lingering just out of reach. Samira’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t reply immediately. Not this time. Instead, she slowly lowered herself onto the bed across from Marliene, her body language softening. 

"You know you can talk to me" Samira said finally, her voice quuieter  now. "I just… I’m worried about you. You’ve been holding back. I can see it." She then laid downon her side.

Marliene exhaled shakily, her shoulders slumping, she also laid down on her bacl, staring at the ceiling. Samira continued to stare at her.

“I don’t want..to be a burden” She sighed.

Samira’s gaze softened, and she shifted closer, her hand brushing lightly against Marliene’s arm in a comforting gesture. Her fingers lingered for a moment longer before retreating, "Marliene, you could never be a burden to me," she said quietly. “We’re in this together” 

Marleine looks up to the ceiling a little more before turning to her side also, finally looking to Samira. They both stare at eachother in the eyes. Marliene kept her gaze fixed on the ceiling for a moment longer before turning to her side, finally meeting Samira’s eyes. They locked in a shared, quiet understanding. Samira’s tired eyes met Marliene’s striking blue ones,. “Are you..okay? Marliene breaks the silence.

Samira raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Hey, don’t try to change the subject,” she said, her tone teasing but gentle.

“I’m not!” She laughs “Its a serious question”

Samira’s expression softened.. She reached out then, her fingers brushing Marliene’s cheek with  tenderness.  It was gentle, soothing, a quiet reassurance that spoke louder than words.

[icyfox17]

I'm normal I'm normal I'm normal I'm normal I'm norm--

[ot8xbangchansgirlsblog]

the amount of times i've had crash out sessions this week needs to actually be studied.

[a-homiesexual-book-boi]

I don’t wanna be abandoned. I don’t want to be alone again. I was alone for so long. I’ve found true friends. Im so afraid I’m going to lose them, or drive them away because of my anxious attachment.

[bossbossbanana]

“Itadori, tell everyone for me. Life wasn’t so bad!”

I will never recover from this fucking show anyways nothing bad ever happens to these guys ever right???? Right????? Right????? IAMNOTOKAY

[queerbeverage]

SHE REALLY WAS FINE FOR ALL OF ABOUT MAYBE 5 MINUTES, BEFORE EVERYTHING FUCKING TURNED TO SHIT AGAIN LIKE IT PRETTY MUCH ALWAYS DOES FOR HER FUCK IAMNOTOKAY

HER SMILE SEND HELP

[jjungkooksthighs]

iamnotokay i am not okay i am not okay, only god can save me now, ive lost it.

Words, for the first time, are insufficient in conveying my thoughts and feelings after seeing what I have seen.

[lazybug16]

I love Harper

Got nothing against straight people obviously, just this comment was hilarious and justified in this exact moment in the movie lol