#im sick. of knowing i survived it but its consequences are a day to day trial ok like until i literally die
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loserelf · 2 months ago
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you know whats craxy is in the tapestry of our lives if we win and make it to old age non of tgis menial bullshit that daily drags people like me down to the pits of hell will even fucking matter. if i make it to be so old my mind straight up finally kicks before i do im not going to even remember it. so what is the instinctive purpose. betrayels are not tigers. emotional and psychological war is such bullshit itd be funny if it didnt still leave you feeling mortally wounded for years and years and forever but instead of dying you have to go to fucking work in the morning
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nahalism · 1 year ago
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What would you say to someone who keeps being paralyzed with fear of death or terminl disease striking unexpectedly any time.
Do you yourself fear death? The physical, possibly really painful aspect of it and the unknown after as well
love to you 🤎
heyyy, sorry for taking so long to reply. honestly, ive been thinking of what to say to this for ages but havent posted cause im in two minds. partly because im pretty sure i know what id do/say to myself, but since i havent had this exact problem dont want to whatlessly voice untested theories ygm?
i guess to start, ive had moments where ive had fear/a guilty conscience as to how my actions may impact my health, but that fear isnt an active worry or paralysing, its more from knowing that i value my health and if i dont act according to the truths im aware of, ill pay a price. as for death, i wouldnt say i fear death but im aware i have an innate resistance to dying. aka my body would fight to survive but mentally and spiritually i feel comfortable in my relationship to death, relationship with death, and what death looks like and means for me within my reality.
ive said before, but death has been a big teacher for me in life generally, so, if i ever found myself scared of illness or death id likely do what ive said ive done in a previous ask, which is: set time aside to really go down the rabbit hole, & go into each aspect of what i fear one at a time. first id think of what would actually happen if i got sick and died or if someone i loved got sick and died. then id go beyond the imminent consequences of death and look at the future. for example, id envision every change that death would make to my life or the people around me. id let myself be panicked till the panic had sunk in, and then id go beyond the panic and begin to answer the question of.. 'if any of those scenarios were actually my reality what would i do?' & make a plan till until i landed on one that i left confident in. now i know that whilst it would be painful, i could survive it & ultimately have no need to fear it. [i say that cause, worst case scenario, if someone else dies, your still alive and able to honour them & honour the opportunity to live by deciding to be present for whats left of your life and give your all. fear robs people of freedom and enjoyment, so logically it cant be a solution. — on the flip side – if you die, people who love you may cry, they may mourn, they may struggle to adapt, but they will adapt. and they will find other reasons to go on and smile again. that in itself is an inspiration to seize the day cause the better you live the more you give them to remember you by, & the better the legacy you leave.
ultimately, imo the only antidote for fear of death is living well, and its only when you face that fear that you can define what your optimal way to die actually is. all we have is time and the choices we fill that time with. set your focus toward filling the time with enjoyment, inspiration, experiences, adventure, rather than letting your life be robbed by fear.
i hope this helped. u can always dm 💌
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chaeryybomb · 4 years ago
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BRUTAL
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pairings: female reader x best friend!jungwon
summary: they told you that these were the golden years, but to you "golden" was a rusting metal spray painted yellow. the story of a seventeen year old trying to survive high school when all you do is try your best. but your best friend jungwon makes it worth the while. 
genre: high school au, friends to lovers, fluff, tiny bits of angst if you squint, attempt at humour
featuring: jang wonyoung, kim sunoo & nishimura riki 
word count: 4.5k 
warnings: reader having a existential crisis most of the time, strong language, mentions of insecurity
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You slumped forward the moment the bell rang, letting your head hit the table. You could care less if a bruise would form on your forehead, you had much bigger things to worry about. Your teacher left the class wordlessly as the class was busy doing their own thing. And by that, everyone was buried nose deep in studying. You lifted your head to see the different books of the same topic scattered on your desk, a yellow highlighter balancing on the edge of your table.
Reaching over to grab the highlighter, you turned your head over to the side to look at your desk mate. Wonyoung sat there looking straight out from a k-drama, with her hair flowing down her back perfectly and her slender nimble fingers moving as she continuously wrote in her notebook. She was smart too, fluent in English and Korean, great at maths and science. And on top of that she was kind and friendly, everyone loved her. You did too, you had the honour of calling her your best friend. But sometimes you felt insecure around her, everything she did looked flawless and there you were just trying your best.
"Ack!" You yelped as you sat up straight, holding your forehead. Wonyoung rolled her eyes at you with a small smile on her lips, she had flicked your forehead to get you out of your thoughts.
Without taking her eyes off the textbook, she tapped your own workbook with her pen. Silently telling you to stop procrastinating. You pouted at her and looked at the clock, 10 minutes before lunch. Maybe a walk to the girl's bathroom would do you some good.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you whispered to Wonyoung. She nodded and smiled at you before you walked out.
As you strolled towards the girl's bathroom, you passed by the bulletin board outside your class. A bright blue poster stood out with the words "ENJOY YOUR YOUTH" in white. Scoffing at the message, you continued on your way.
"I'm seventeen now, where's my fucking teenage dream?" You muttered to yourself. You were tired of waiting for your life to end up like a coming of age movie. Everyone told you that these were the golden years and you should enjoy your youth, but you swear to god if you hear another one of those cheesy sayings, you might just cry on the spot.
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Reaching over to open the stall door, you halt in your actions when you heard familiar voices talking.
"I'm so worried for finals, my parents are gonna kill me if I fail English again," a girl complained. You hear the sound of tap water running. "How are you so calm during this time, Mirae?'
"What's the use of studying hard anyways," the second girl, Mirae, said. "We all know the top spots are gonna be taken by Jang Wonyoung and Yang Jungwon, I just study enough to pass."
The other girl snorted at her reply. "Imagine if those two got together, the power couple of the year," she suddenly said.
"Poor Y/N then, she's gonna be over shadowed by them."
"As if she already isn't. I almost forgot they were a trio until you mentioned Y/N," the girl laughed.
"What can I say? They're out of her league," Mirae joined in with her laughter.
The two voices faded away as you heard the door closed. Finally pushing the door open, you looked at your reflection. Your eyebrows knitted in annoyance and your face was morphed in a scowl. You washed your hands aggressively and poked the inside of your cheek. What bugged you was that they were right. You were the black sheep between Wonyoung and Jungwon. Both of them were smart and amazing, and you're just…you.
You love your best friends, you truly do. But you were constantly compared to them and you hated it. Everyone wanted them, you watched as guys tripped over to confess to Wonyoung and girls squealing when Jungwon smiled at them. The two of them always reassured you that you weren't beneath them but you were sick of their sympathy. You're so caught up in the news of who likes you and who hates them. You just wished people liked you more.
Storming out of the bathroom, someone accidentally ran into you and caused you to fell onto your butt. The student immediately stood up and scurried off, not bothering to even a mutter an apology. All I did was try my best and this is the thanks I get, you thought bitterly.
They said that these were the golden years, but you wished you could just disappear. God, it's brutal out here.
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"Y/N, wait up!" Jungwon called after you.
You stopped in your tracks as you watched Jungwon waved goodbye to some students before jogging towards you.
"You heading to cram school today?" He asked you as the both of you fell into the same walking rhythm.
You shook your head, clasping your hands behind. "I moved it to Thursday instead, Wonyoung said I had to many things on Tuesday," you told him. Originally, you would be heading to the library to study before heading over to the cram school. But Wonyoung took one look at your schedule and decided that you did not had enough breaks, so she managed to convince you to take the Thursday slot instead. Thursdays are one of the days where you would not go to the library.
Jungwon seemed to be disappointed to find out that you had switched slots. Maybe he should changed slots too, but does he have any empty spots open for Thursday though? He'd have to check later. Instead, he coughed and stuffed his hands into his pockets.
"Do you wanna come over later? The new Demon Slayer movie is out," he offered, hoping that you'd accept.
Unfortunately, you once again shook your head. "Sorry Jungwon, I'd want to cram even more later. Finals are really creeping in and I can't afford to waste any time," you told him with a sad smile. As much as you would like to ditch the books and watch Demon Slayer, the glaring C on your last history paper was telling you otherwise.
You stopped walking when you had reached your doorstep. "Thanks for walking me home, Jungwon. See you tomorrow!" and with that you disappeared behind the door.
Jungwon waved goodbye as he watched the door closed. The smile on his face dropped and his shoulder sagged. Jungwon you idiot, of course she would want to study, he scolded himself. With disappointment on his face, he trudged home with a heavy heart.
"Change of plans, guys," he announced as he swung the front door open, unfazed by the fact that Riki and Sunoo were lounging on his coach. He accepted the fact that Sunoo had somehow gotten the keys to his house (suspecting that his mother probably gave it to him due to favouritism or maybe Riki had sneakily made a copy).
Riki's head poked out from the couch. "She rejected you, didn't she," the younger boy said with a smirk.
Jungwon's face ears turned red as he glared at the boy. "No she did not!" He immediately told him. "She rejected the offer to watch the movie, that's different!"
"That's basically rejection, hyung," Riki laughed.
The other boy just glared at him. "Shut up!" he sputtered out before hiking up the stairs.
Sunoo gave Riki a look, to which the Japanese boy just shrugged his shoulders innocently.
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Jungwon walked out from the shower, a towel around his neck with one hand running through his damp hair. Sunoo and Riki had left earlier, finally giving him some peace and quiet. His phone screen was flashing from his study table, initiating that someone was spamming him (quite aggressively) with text message. With a raised eyebrow, he picked up his phone
[7:09 pm] wonyoung: JUNGWON
[7:09 pm] wonyoung: JUNGWON
[7:09 pm] wonyoung: JUNGWON
[7:10 pm] wonyoung: WHY DID Y/N JUST MESSAGED ME ABOUT HOMEWORK
[7:10 pm] wonyoung: ISNT SHE WITH YOU
[7:11 pm] wonyoung: I THOUGHT YOU SAID U WERE GONNA WATCH A MOVIE
[7:11 pm] wonyoung: DEMON HUNTER OR SMTG
[7:12 pm] wonyoung: WHY IS SHE ASKING ME FOR HW
[7:12 pm] wonyoung: DID U CHICKEN OUT???
[7:13 pm] wonyoung: omg u chickened out didnt u
[7:14 pm] jungwon: jfc wonyoung
[7:15 pm] jungwon: and no i did not chicken out okay
[7:15 pm] jungwon: she declined
[7:16 pm] jungwon: she said she had to study ;-;
[7:17 pm] wonyoung: omg u suck
[7:17 pm] wonyoung: i told u the movie idea was dumb
[7:18 pm] wonyoung: but do u ever listen to me
[7:18 pm] wonyoung: no
[7:19 pm] wonyoung: and now u suffer the consequences
[7:20 pm] jungwon: yea yea i get it im dumb
[7:20 pm] jungwon: now what's ur solution the great jang wonyoung
[7:21 pm] wonyoung: i am so glad u asked :)
[7:21 pm] jungwon: oh no
[7:21 pm] wonyoung: stfu im giving u a better idea
[7:22 pm] wonyoung: a n y w a y s
[7:22 pm] wonyoung: my ynradar is going off and she's s a d
[7:23 pm] jungwon: how would u know
[7:23 pm] jungwon: she seemed fine today
[7:23 pm] wonyoung: stfu jungwon its best friend things u wont understand
[7:24 pm] jungwon: i-
[7:25 pm] wonyoung: and as her future bf u SHOULD start to train ur ynradar
[7:25 pm] wonyoung: anw its exam season stoopid
[7:26 pm] wonyoung: and its when those kids start to talk abt how the both of us are gonna get top scores
[7:26 pm] wonyoung: and they talk down on y/n while doing so
[7:26 pm] wonyoung: assholes
[7:27 pm] wonyoung: so i propose to u
[7:27 pm] wonyoung: a ✨ study date ✨
[7:28 pm] jungwon: i
[7:29 pm] jungwon: that's
[7:29 pm] jungwon: actually not a bad idea
[7:30 pm] wonyoung: obv i came up with it
[7:31 pm] jungwon: can u not
[7:31 pm] wonyoung: anw a study date
[7:32 pm] wonyoung: she's struggling in maths
[7:33 pm] wonyoung: specifically taxes because she said and i quote
[7:34 pm] wonyoung: "why do we have to do taxes when we pay people to do it for us"
[7:34 pm] wonyoung: so pls help her and try to cheer her up
[7:35 pm] wonyoung: and confess coward
[7:36 pm] jungwon: i make no promises for the last one
[7:36 pm] wonyoung: aFTER EVERYTHING I JUST SAID
[7:37 pm] jungwon: what if she rejects me wonyoung
[7:38 pm] wonyoung: WE'VE HAD THIS CONVERSATION A LOT OF TIMES JUNGWON
[7:38 pm] wonyoung: SHE LIKES U BUT SHES TOO DUMB TO REALISE
[7:39 pm] jungwon: sigh
[7:40 pm] jungwon: fine i'll try thanks wonyoung
[7:41 pm] wonyoung: np i expect y'all to be a couple by next monday <3
[7:41 pm] jungwon: i-
Sighing for the nth time of the night, Jungwon sat on his bed. He allowed the towel to slipped off his shoulders as his thumb hovered over your chat icon. Truth be told, he always thought his crush on you was unrequited love. You never showed any signs of returning of feelings so he thought he would just ignore the feeling until it was gone.
But oh boy was he wrong, because he didn't knew that he would be spending his high school years by your side. And now you occupy his mind 24/7. Wonyoung could literally tell that he was in love with you, but somehow you never caught on. He allowed Sunoo and Riki to convince him to do the whole "movie date idea", but that failed. So Wonyoung's suggestion was his only option left.
He typed out the message, ready to send it out. If only he could just press the button. Come on Yang Jungwon, you can do this. Just press the damn button Jungwon. Suddenly his phone pinged loudly, scaring the lights out of the poor boy as he yelped and his phone landed with a thud on the ground. He peered over his bed, as if his phone was a ticking bomb.
Oh, it was a message from you.
[8:01 pm] y/n: hey do u know where wonyoung is
[8:01 pm] y/n: she isn't answering my texts
Oh no. He realised that your chat was open, the two ticks indicated that he had (unintentionally) read the message. He couldn't just leave you on read. That's just evil. Scrambling to get his phone, he immediately typed a reply to cover for the other girl.
[8:02 pm] jungwon: sorry i don't :/
[8:02 pm] jungwon: what do u need her for
[8:03 pm] y/n: mf was supposed to teach me a maths question but she left me on rEAD
This was his chance! It was the perfect opportunity for him to score a date with you. Okay, breathe in breath out Jungwon. Don't mess it up and just ask her, he mentally prepared himself.
[8:04 pm] jungwon: oh i could help you if you want
[8:04 pm] jungwon: yk with finals coming up and everything, i can help you study
[8:05 pm] jungwon: if you want of course
[8:05 pm] y/n: omg srsly??
[8:06 pm] jungwon: pls help me study my braincells are literally dying
[8:07 pm] jungwon: jdsjkda okay how about this saturday at your place?
[8:08 pm] y/n: yeah sure
[8:08 pm] jungwon: cool its a date then!
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You blinked at Jungwon's message. A date? Wait, did Yang Jungwon just indirectly asked you out? Nah, nah. You were overthinking it. Yes, definitely overthinking. Don't kid yourself, why would Jungwon ask you out on a date? Jungwon is just a friend, you tried to convince yourself.
Keyword: tried.
If he really was just a friend, then why did it felt like butterflies were in your stomach when he said "it was a date"? Then why did you frowned when those girls said that Wonyoung and Jungwon would make a good couple?
Oh god, do you have feelings for your best friend?
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Saturday came faster than you would have liked it to. Ever since that last chat with Jungwon, it gave you the sudden realisation that you did in fact had feelings for your best friend. You tried so hard to avoid him in school because you don't want the butterflies back in your stomach. It was basically confirming the fact that you like him. Well, avoiding him also confirmed the fact but you choose to be in denial about it.
You didn't tell Wonyoung about your study date but lately she's been sending you outfit ideas on Pinterest. Specifically, date outftis. And whenever you tried to ask her a question about school, she brushed you off with a random excuse. So it left you no choice but to save those questions for Jungwon.
Speaking of Jungwon, he had texted you 10 minutes ago that he was on the way. You were standing in the middle of your room with your hands on your hips. Both of your parents were out for the day, which left you alone at home. You had taken out the low table to be used later and it was currently in front of you. Colourful workbooks were neatly stacked on top of it.
You did a 360 turn around your room. Was it messy? You cleaned it this morning when you woke up. Did you had any clothes out? No, doesn't look like it. For some reason, you were a nervous wreck. You blamed Jungwon. He just had to call this a date, didn't he.
Should you change? Maybe you should finally look through all those pins Wonyoung sent. Wait, no, why would you have to change into something nice. Jungwon was here to help you study, just that.
Yeah, a study date, your mind emphasised on the word.
The sound of the doorbell pulled you out from your thoughts. You immediately went to open the door. Yang Jungwon stood there on the other side, with his signature smile. Had he always resembled a sheep? He just looked so fluffy.
"Hey!" You greeted him with a smile, internally wincing at your way-too-enthusiastic voice.
But Jungwon didn't seem to mind it. "Hey!" he greeted back.
You moved to the side to let him in. "Thank you for having me," he said as he bowed then proceeded to remove his shoes.
"Uh, do you want anything? Water?" You asked him.
He shook his head.
"Ah, cool. Let's head to my room," you started to walk back to your room.
"Where are your parents?" He asked.
"Out," you simply replied.
That was when it dawned upon you, that your parents were not home. Leaving you and Jungwon, alone. Together. In your room. Alone. With the boy you potentially have a crush on.
"Y/N?" Jungwon tapped on your shoulder. You had stopped walking when you were suddenly washed over by your thoughts. Snapping out of it, you sent him a small smile before opening the room to your door.
The both of you shuffled into your bedroom, you sat down in front of the low table while Jungwon settled down next to you. He moved to take out his books then turned to you. "How about we do some studying and if you have any questions, you can ask me okay?" He said.
You nodded and flipped your own workbook open, immediately starting to work on the first question. Jungwon copied your action and a comfortable silence engulfed the both of you. As the time passed, you found yourself stuck on a certain maths question.
You slightly turned your head to the side to look at Jungwon. He was concentrated at doing his work, you felt a sense of deja vu while looking at him. He resembled Wonyoung when she was studying. At the thought of Wonyoung, you suddenly thought of what those girls said at the bathroom.
They would make a good couple, wouldn't they, you thought. The power couple of the year.
The butterflies in your stomach faded away into an uncomfortable feeling. Just the idea of them getting together already made you sick. You bit the inside of your cheek, you really did had feelings for him. And now it scared you because what if he doesn't feel the same. You made a mental note to consult with Wonyoung later, at least you hope that you'll allow yourself to tell her.
Jungwon must've noticed you staring and gently tapped your head with his pencil. A contrast to when Wonyoung painfully flicked your forehead.
"What's wrong? Are you stuck on a question?" He asked.
You leaned back a bit at the sudden action. You were so deep in your insecurities that you had totally forgotten about the literal problem sitting in front of you. Yet you couldn't even bother to ask him so you just shook your head. "I'm gonna get something to drink," you said instead.
Jungwon watched as you stood up, then decided to follow you as well. "I'll come along."
The boy joined you in the kitchen, perched on one of the island stools as you grabbed a can of soda from the fridge. He studied your movement as you worked around the kitchen. Your features were neutral, you weren't smiling nor frowning. But he could tell that your shoulders were tensed. Wonyoung was right, you did seem down. And he cursed himself for not noticing earlier.
"You okay?" His question made you stopped in a mid-pour stance, the can of soda was tilted but not enough for the contents to be poured out.
You brushed his question off and poured the drink into the cup. "Yeah," you hummed.
Unconvinced by your answer, he pried more. "You know you shouldn't care about what they say, right?"
You furrowed your eyebrows at him, pretending like you didn't understand where he was coming from.
"You're not below us, you know that right?"
You couldn't help but scoffed at his words. Jungwon's lips tugged downwards "I'm being serious here, Y/N," his tone was stern. "You shouldn't listen to what they say. You're more than just-"
The sound of the can being slammed down shuts him up. Your fingers tightened around the can as you looked at him. You didn't had the energy to hear him preach the same old "Don't Listen To Them" speech. You don't need his pity.
"I don't want to hear it, Yang Jungwon," you said through gritted teeth. Not sparing him another glance, you threw the empty can into the trash as you grabbed your glass.
As you walked past Jungwon, he suddenly reached out and held onto your forearm. "Y/N," he said softly. "Please tell me what's wrong."
You sighed and slowly turn around to face him, placing the glass back on the counter. You took in a deep breath before you opened your mouth. "I feel like I'm not enough," you finally said. "Everything I do just doesn't seem enough. All I'm doing is my best but it's just crushing my ego because everyone is telling me that you're better than me."
"I feel like no one wants me and I hate the way I'm perceived. It's always poor Y/N this and poor Y/N that's because everyone just sees me as your shadow and I fucking hate it. I only have two real friends," you gestured wildly. "And lately I'm a nervous wreck cause I keep comparing myself to the two of you. I'm not cool and I'm not smart, and I can't even parallel park!" You threw your hands up in frustration, the feelings you kept inside were pouring out like a waterfall.
Jungwon just stood there as he listened tentatively to every word. He didn't knew that you felt this way, bottling up all your emotions like that.
"And I'm so tired of people telling me to enjoy my youth and that these are the golden years. I might just fucking cry if I hear those words again," you finished ranting. It felt good, it felt like a weight on your heart has been lifted. Then you remembered that you just dumped all of it on Jungwon.
You opened your mouth to apologise to him but he surprised you by pulling him into his arms. At first you were standing stiffly at the sudden contact, but it took a millisecond for you to melt in his embrace. His arms were gently around your back and you returned the hug by wrapping your arms around his torso. The two of you stay in that position for awhile, relishing in each other's embrace. You definitely needed this hug.
Tightening your hold on Jungwon, you realised how important he was to you. He was your best friend and he was always there for you. It was stupid of you to compare yourself to him, when all he did was tried his best for you. The taller boy chuckled when he felt you rubbed your face into his shoulder, he involuntarily released a contented sigh. You felt one of his hands stroked your hair, it felt comforting. That action itself was enough for the butterflies to slowly settled back in you.
After a while, both of you finally (unwillingly) released each other. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ears and said, "You're wrong by the way." Which made you tilt your head in genuine confusion.
"You are cool and you are smart. You're like the coolest person I know. And no one thinks of you as our shadow, you don't hear it but I've always hear the juniors praising you for helping them and how enthusiastic you are," the way he delivered his words was filled with pure awe for you.
"And who cares if you can't parallel park. You didn't hear it from but Jay hyung failed his drivers test three times just because he couldn't parallel park," and that got a laugh out from you. Jungwon smiled proudly that he managed to make you laugh. "And you're wrong when you said no one wants you. I want you."
You blinked once, twice and thrice. He wanted you? "You're just saying that cause you're my best friend," you replied.
"No," he firmly said. "I like you, Y/N."
(Jungwon doesn't know where he got this sudden surge of confidence, but the mood was the perfect time for him to confess. It was a one time chance and he had to take it.)
You chuckled. "I like you too, Jungwon. We are friends aren't we?"
"No, Y/N. I like you. More than friends."
"Oh." Oh.
"Yeah," he scratched the back of neck awkwardly. Oh no, did you not feel the same way?
While you on the other hand, were malfunctioning on the inside. Your best friend just confessed to you and you were frozen on the spot. Why couldn't he had done it over text instead. If he had done it over text, then you could've left the message unread and you could've spammed Wonyoung for help. But the thing is that it wasn't over text and you couldn't just tell him to wait here while you panicked to Wonyoung in your bathroom.
Yang Jungwon likes you. And you like him too, right? Because if you didn't, your cheeks won't be heating up right now and your heart would have not be beating rapidly like it was going to break your rib cage any second. If you didn't like him, there would have never been butterflies in your stomach. Yeah. You like Yang Jungwon, you like him a lot.
"Me too," you whispered, it was soft but it was enough for him to pick it up. Jungwon eyes snapped to you, doe eyed filled with hope. "I like you, too," you said, this time louder. And you made sure you looked him in the eye when you confessed.
You watched as Jungwon's mouth morphed into a big grin. He let out a sigh of relief and dropped to his knees, surprising you. "Jungwon!" you squeaked, bending down to help him.
"I'm fine! I'm fine," he assured you as he stood up with your help. The grin on his face was still there. "It's just that … you like me," he breathed out. "You like me back, wow. I-I can't believe it."
Your face was definitely burning with embarrassment. You punched him lightly on the shoulder, turning away to hide your face. "Believe it, you dork. I like you, okay!" Somehow his grin was able to grew wider at your words, Gently, he took your hand in his.
"How about we stop this study date, and I'll take you out on real date?"
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a/n: thank you so much for reading this <3
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enderwoah · 3 years ago
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ORIGINS SMP HEADCANONS (because i love them): SEASON TWO EDITION BAYBEEE
(this is really long ENJOY :gun:)
tommy
he is phil's son smile
phil's most recent son at least
he's got like one more somewhere
he picked this one up off the dangerous streets a few years ago and he's been sticking with phil ever since
his wings are small- not too small to fly, but they're untrained to the point where it would take a lot or work to get him off the ground
but at first, he didn't really seem to want to learn all that much?
(he has three scars on his face- all from trying to learn how to fly when he was younger)
(he gave up after the third one)
("if at first you don't succeed; try, try again" is his motto, and he tried all three times)
but!! phil and wilbur are very persuasive :) and now that he knows he can fly, he's not going to rest until he does
he's a little manipulative to get what he wants sometimes, but can you blame someone that lived on the street for so long?
he had to do that to survive! it's not his fault.
(it's a great excuse.)
he laughs like a kookaburra amen
he squawks when he gets scared
he chirps. he tries not to because it makes phil go absolutely bird-brained but he does sometimes and he hates it.
tubbo
NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A B[GUNSHOTS]
god he is. so fucking annoying (/rp)
he simply does not know when to stop
he ignores social cues to see when someone is annoyed
(see: he can read social cues. he does read social cues. when you get annoyed that's when he starts being more annoying, because you're more likely to give him what he wants to get him to shut the fuck up.)
he loves talking to (at) people, especially people he doesn't really know that well
so he's trying to be friends with ranboo, but the absolute prick keeps trying to avoid any actual conversations, so that's not working
he buzzes when he gets excited-happy
his fingertips are completely blackened and horrendously sharp, functioning as ten individual stingers
they don't do any actual damage but he's working on that
techno
wither hybrid (??)
how can you be a wither hybrid?? nobody got down and dirty with the wither
he's an experiment
the reason we haven't seen him yet? he's staying away from the main area of the smp
he doesn't want to ruin its natural beauty with his withering effect, so he keeps to himself on the outskirts of the smp
which sucks
withers get health from killing things
he's not fully a wither, so he gets energy from being around people and sort of draining their life force a little bit
he feels terrible when he's with just one person because they are Literally his life support and it makes the person feel like shit
when he's with a big group of people its great!! he only has to take a little bit from everyone and its barely noticable!!
but then there's the wither part. so he has to stay away.
he's always tired
always exhausted
he's a farmer, so taking it from animals works, but god does he miss people
but he can only visit a few times and for very short
(he's afraid that one of these days he'll get so bad that the next time he sees someone he'll accidentally kill them)
(it already happened once. he's blessed that he's been forgiven, even made friends with by the victims, but he doubts he'll be able to pull that off again with no consequences like last time)
wilbur
phantlings are dead elytrians, and given that wilbur was phil's son...he's a phantling
he died in the late 50s and was a librarian when he was alive, so he's very possessive (ha) over all of his things
you should never ask to "borrow" anything from him, he will hound you about it until you give it back
it's best to just say that you want something from him to keep
even if youre going to give it back
just for your own peace of mind
phantlings can feel fear and get a genuine feeling of elation from scaring people
of course, sometimes its unwelcome (feeling large amounts of fear from someone they care about in a bad way just makes them pissed)
but for the most part, wilbur loves appearing in the corner of people's visions just to jumpscare them a few minutes later
all in good fun, of course!! it's just hilarious :)
being the lighthearted, fun guy he is, he's not particularly secretive about his method of death
"how did i die? well, it all started -- ended -- on november 16th, 1958!"
"i walked out of the library late, since i took the shift for my wife since she was feeling sick and i worked there anyways,"
"the streets were dark and only lit up by gaslamps...and out of an alley...appeared..........."
techno.
he didn't mean it. wilbur isn't at all mad at him (anymore)
he was starving. he didn't know that one touch would be enough to fully revitalize him...
and murder wilbur where he stood.
sneeg
has details on everyone on the server
you Cannot Hide Shit From Sneeg
its impossible
if you find of his any shittly little mouse holes then you're doomed
you find one and there are twenty more
he's under your floorboards while you're having your important discussion about trapping the nether roof
sucks to suck ig??
he seems to be the favourite of many, which is weird since he rarely goes out of his way to actually talk to many people
he's the only person that tubbo doesn't actively try to annoy (or maybe he just doesn't find tubbo's antics all that annoying)
he's the only person that ranboo stays around (or maybe he stays around ranboo- he and Phil seem to be the only ones not off-put by his slightly sadistic and whiny demeanour (not counting tubbo, who annoys him anyways)
phil seems to be more protective of him than he thinks is normal (he lets sneeg ride on his shoulder while travelling, so he doesn't really complain)
niki is completely protective over him (again, not complaining)
contrary to popular believe, he does not get high from sugar
if anything he gets
high-per
(get it)
(high-per)
(hyper)
he's literally just a nine-year old getting a sugar rush leave him alone
phil
take the normal "bird-brain" headcanons and multiply it by like sixty-four
and you've got origins phil
he can't see glass- or, rather, he can, but it doesn't register that 'hey, this is a solid surface i am going to slam into'
its very funny for everyone else but he's pretty sure he has permanent brain damage from the blunt force trauma
if there is ANYONE on the server who dares to chirp, bird or no, they must understand that they are signing away their privacy and giving phil the right to go absolutely bonkers over them momma bird style
(shoutout to tommy, wilbur, ranboo, and fundy for having to suffer through this)
"oh??? you don't have wings?? you don't have feathers?? omg?? then what's this im preening?? what do you mean im just braiding your hair?? nono this is preening smile"
god help you if you dare to have wings
poor tommy, wilbur, sneeg, and tubbo
phil can't help himself alright
do you think he wants to be any sort of protective over sneegsnag?
no!! but he cant stop himself!! sneeg might damage his wings if he keeps flying those super long distances!!! nnnno! carry the bug man!!!
it's weird, he's always had that protective sense over ranboo, too
but ranboo very obviously doesn't have wings, so he doesn't get it...
ranboo
yes ur a peasant
yes ur poor
yes im cooler than u
what r u gonna do about it
the enderdragon's son! partially a dragon, partially enderman, partially human (don't ask, his other mom is a hybrid), all spoiled brat!
given that he has a ton of dragon genes, he's extremely possessive over his stuff and Yes He Does Do The Hoarding Thing
he has a pile of rings and gold chains and necklaces and most of his jewellery hidden underneath his bed
(if you ask him, no, he doesn't)
not to wear
just to Have
one time, fundy stole one (1) bracelet from the hoard and ranboo was sent into a panic for a good 24 hours
he wouldn't leave his cave and kept counting and recounting as if that'd make the missing piece reappear
(when fundy had to give it back because of the guilt, he expected to get his face bitten off)
(instead, he just watched as the prince was flooded with relief, telling him to get the hell out and nothing more)
it's weird, he has so much gold and even a crown, and yet here he is
living with all those people ^^^
truth be told, the enderdragon isn't a very nice dragon
nor is she a very kind queen
nor was the other queen
nor was her son
there was a mutiny in the end, leading to the dragon queen and her wife being killed brutally by the crowd of angered people
they went after their son next, who had ordered executions and worked servants to the bone just as much as they had
they cut off his wings in the middle of the square
he was sure he was going to die until a random person (a peasant) jumped up and yelled at them for publicly torturing a child
but ranboo didn't really catch all of it, given he was delirious from pain
he got to get some stuff quickly and escape with his life
this wasn't too long ago, either, so he's still trying to...adjust...to people talking rudely to him
(he's also trying to adjust to not having wings)
(hence why he hurls himself off the edges of cliffs and then has to teleport to the bottom instead of glide. he keeps forgetting.)
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oddaodd · 4 years ago
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·A Conjured Up Death Wish·
Summary: Y/n begins to worry about how much damage Grace’s ghost can cause. 
Author’s note: This was requested by the lovely @captivatedbycillianmurphy  and I just have to say I instantly fell in love with this request because I love ghosts and the occult so I really hope I did it justice. As always, I wish you all the loveliest of days. ❤️
Warnings: mentions of death, ghosts and death wishes. 
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“Could we take it down?” Y/n spoke almost timidly one night as she laid in bed next to her husband.
“Take what down?”
“Grace’s picture in the staircase” she said looking at tommy’s face assessing his reaction
She saw the way he seemed to stiffen at the mention of her name, specially if she was the one mentioning it.
“Why?” He asked although he knew it was unnecessary. Did he really need a reason other than her just not wanting to keep the picture of his ex-wife?
Y/n knew she had to thread lightly. Grace had always been a sensitive topic. She could lie and say she didn’t want her picture in her walls because it pained her, but she decided to go with the truth.
“I feel her eyes following me whenever I walk down the stairs”
When Tommy didn’t answer she took his hand in hers, soothingly rubbing her thumb on the back of his hand. Bringing his attention back to her
“Im not asking you to get rid of it, just maybe hang it someplace else so I don’t have to see it everyday”
Tommy squeezed her hand meaning he understood her reasons before pressing a soft kiss to her lips and giving a soft sigh
“Alright” he said before turning around, his back to her.
She scooted closer to him and pressed a kiss to his exposed freckled skin “Thank you”
A few hours later Y/n woke up with a jolt after a rather horrid nightmare revolving around the painting. Tommy, oddly enough was still in bed next to her, sleeping soundly. After trying to fall asleep again and failing miserably, she got out of bed and made her way towards the bathroom for a glass of water. She took a few deep breaths and some gulps of water trying to calm herself down.
She felt somehow guilty of having asked Tommy to take the painting down and she felt angry at herself for feeling guilty. If she was honest with herself she had never been entirely comfortable with Tommy’s previous wife’s painting hanging there She had always wanted to take it down but never felt she had a good enough reason. Had she provoked herself a hallucination out of her need to take the blasted painting down?
After pondering for a while she settled assured it wasn’t the case. There had been after all, several occasions when she had seen a whisper of Grace lingering about the house and Tommy himself. At first she blamed her tiredness but when those tiny glimpses of her never vanished y/n didn’t know what to think.
She took a long look into the the mirror hoping for her own reflection to answer all the questions she had, prioritizing her main concern.
“Are we going mad ?”
But she didn’t get an answer, what she did however get, was another glimpse of Grace gliding behind her and out the door, her cold eyes staring deep into y/n’s warm ones.
Y/n turned around so fast she knocked the glass of water off the sink and it shattered as it hit the tiled floor. She cursed at herself before bending down and picking up the shards.
Tommy was across the door a few seconds later.
“Are you alright?” He asked .A slight tone of panic evident in his voice, consequence no doubt of being woken up by the silent crashing sound of the glass.
“Yeah” Y/n dismissed. “I accidentally dropped it, sorry for waking you” she said as she continued picking up the glass.
“Leave it, love. Someone will pick it up in the morning” Tommy said a bit more relaxed.
Y/n then walked towards him with shaky feet, careful not to step into any poignant glass before turning off the lights and taking one last look at the bathroom, half expecting to see Grace there. She felt a bit relaxed when she didn’t see her.
They made their way back to the bed and as she laid there in Tommy’s arms she wanted to tell him what she had seen but decided against it.
The next day Tommy took the painting down.
Some months passed and Y/n grew accustomed to Grace’s sporadic appearances and began ignoring them. In Y/n’s eyes there wasn’t much Grace could do, she was a ghost after all. No matter how many vases she knocked over and how many deadly stares she sent at Y/n to startle her, she wasn’t afraid.
Her calmness and acceptance however began to waver when she noticed Tommy was becoming distant. His stare was always lost, his opium intake had increased significantly and his omnipresent death wish was becoming more and more evident as he made alliances with men of dubious intentions. Much to y/n’s dismay her mind began to wonder how her life would be without him.
His presence suddenly felt jeopardized, the constant invasion of a sick feeling of knowing he wouldn’t be next to her forever followed her everywhere. She felt she was walking on thin ice and at any moment, she would plunge into the ice cold water beneath against her will and she didn’t know if she could survive its gelid temperatures.
She had taken to talking to Ada about it since she didn’t know what else to do. Y/n found out Ada was worried for Tommy too and far from comforting her, knowing so made her nasty feelings feel more real because it meant she wasn’t only being paranoid.  
One night when Y/n was hanging around Tommy’s home office (a habit she had picked up when he began spending less time at  home) she got a phone call from Ada. She told her that Tommy had just been to her place talking about standing on bridges and seeing Grace. The moment her name rang through Y/n’s ears she repressed a shiver. She thanked Ada for telling her, hurriedly hung up the phone and began to cry.
Now she was afraid of her.
Her cries echoed through the big office as dread filled her body. Her throat became sore and her eyelids heavy. She had never been in such despair before. She didn’t know for how long she cried until the sound of tires against gravel made her look up from her mascara stained hands and as she did she saw Grace standing before her. Clear as day. She wasn’t smiling but her expression held a certain glee. Did she like to see Y/n cry?
“Leave him the fuck alone!” She shouted at her, violently standing up from his desk hoping it would intimidate her.
When Grace didn’t even flinch Y/n threw an ashtray at her. The heavy object flew right threw her and then she disappeared.
Suddenly the doors opened and in came a worn out looking Tommy . His dull expression turned worried as his eyes fell on y/n’a disheveled face.
“Y/n, what..” but Y/n interrupted him as she engulfed him in a desperate hug afraid he would disappear too.
“You can’t listen to her” y/n cried urgently into his chest “Don’t do what the voices tell you to do, don’t do what she says”
Tommy didn’t have to ask who she was talking about. He pulled away from her grasp and looked into her face.
“Love, Don’t listen to what Ada tells you about me” he said in a fake nonchalant tone.
“I love you, Thomas and I don’t want to loose you” she confessed shamelessly “I don’t know what I’d do without you”
“You won’t loose me” he spoke hypocritically as if Y/n’s worries were completely irrational.
“Don’t do that. Don’t pretend everything is alright when it isn’t” she said with red eyes. “You are falling apart and I’m here watching you and I can’t do anything while Grace lures you away
“Don’t say that” he said weakly, feeling confronted.  
“She has to leave and the only one who can make her leave is you”
Tommy’s eyes glazed with sudden vulnerability coaxing a few more tears out of Y/n’s eyes. What If he  didn’t want Grace to leave?
“This path you’re walking is not a very long one and if you’re holding her hand it’s going to end sooner” she said cradling his head in her hands. “Please let me in”
She could see conflict brewing in Tommy’s eyes, before he sank into her embrace in acceptance. Would things ever be as they were before?
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@peakyxtommy @writeroutoftime @nyotamalfoy @lilymurphy03
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flowerslightning · 5 years ago
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The OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) in FF7
This thing actually caught my eyes while reading a few theory about FF7R and the word OCD appear in their certain analysis, in IG, youtube comments and some posts in tumblr too. Dunno why but they always relate Biggs with OCD. I looked back to the scenes where Biggs appear and... Okay, i understand why they thinj Biggs has OCD or perfectionist
A lot of people, including the psych students themselves easily confused with OCD and perfectionist (I got confused by it quite often too). Now, is Biggs OCD or is he just a perfectionist? Let's take a deeper look at it
Biggs is not a famous character. So fans dont really care about him, but I do
Disclaimer : i'm not a psychologist. Im an intern and still studying. Psychiatric is not my major field but i got assigned there as an intern for quite a time and we got exposed a lot about psychology too. We didnt learn them professionally like the real psyche students, we learned (and still under training) through real life experience + a little bit from the books.
So there might be wrong interpretation here and there. Pls correct me if I'm misleading u. And pardon my english. Pls dont use any of these terms to diagnose urself. Remember, I'm a student, not a professional.
I kins of blame the social media for portraying OCD in such a nasty way, when someone with OCD is actually suffering inside.
OCD is not just about 'clean clean, must clean this place till squeaky clean' and OCD is not about being perfectionist. OCD and perfectionist are two different thing.
Perfectionist is more to a demand demeanour, eg "I want the cake to be like this. I want it to be pink. No, not that pink, it must be neon pink with slight purple. Do it again. No, i dont want that pink. Do it again. Ahhh yess, nice pink." Someone with perfectionist, after they got their result, they will immediately bcome calm and satisfied. Perfectionist is obviously different from OCPD (Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder). OCPD falls under Personality Disorder and it is different from OCD. Im not going to talk about that
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Credit goes to crazyheadcomics.
Look at how OCD got spoken from the media perspective. It is very much resemble to Biggs, dont u think? In reality, someone with OCD always feel stress about everything around them, and they will find it hard to complete their task.
OCD has two components - Obsessive and Compulsive
| 1. Obsessive. It is a repeating thoughts about something and often occur until it makes someone feel stress about it. Eg, u think that ur hand will get bacteria infection if u touch a chair, door, fridge or when holding someone's hand. This thought always appear in ur mind everytime u touch the door, chair, fridge or somebody's hand, but when u touch ur shoes, u never think about the bacteria (in certain cases, some patients become scare of everything they touch)
| 2. Compulsive. It is a repeating of the same actions to fulfill the 'obsession' in order to reduce the stress acted upon them. Usually the 'action' has a specific ways in which the patient believe he has to do it like this or that way or else he will fail. Eg, after touching the chair, he will immediately wash his hand 10x from left to right. He believes the hand washing wont be effective if he starts from right to left
Another sign of OCD is when someone re-checking the door lock few times. Its normal for us to re-check once/twice the door lock for confirmation, but for people with OCD, they will re-check the door lock for about 6-10 times and still not feel satisfied and later they stress out. And also the OCD people, they tend to get annoyed when something is not in particular order and they will immediately fix it eventhough they know they're wrong.
I met a funny woman at the hosp arranging our students' books according to its thickness, when I asked her why did she arranged our books like that,
She replied : "Doctor said I have CDO"
Me : "Sorry, CDO? Never heard of it"
She : "It is actually OCD but I feel so stress hearing that term so I put it in alphabetical order. CDO, much better"
We both had a good laugh. Her case was not serious though, but she was feeling miserable with her thoughts and decided to meet a psychiatrist. I would say she was still in early stage for someone with OCD, but may lead to severe if left untreated
It is really hard to satisfy and convince someone with OCD and they always feel stress about something they shouldnt care too much about. U can say OCD is a fastidious type, and they're actually more than that
If we want to relate this condition with Bigg's case., urmm. The only time where I can spot him being different than the other characters is when he's busy sweeping his front house and when he pat Cloud's head during the Sector 7 plate fall.
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The cleaning stuff isnt exactly weird thing for a human to do. But it is something odd, I mean, he just finished his mission with Jessie and survived a jump from the plate, and yet he still have the energy to sweep dry leaves, AT NIGHT! He can wait till tomorrow though and should get himself a proper rest.
Wedge says Biggs has a habit of overthinking stuff
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And there we see Biggs sweeping the dry leaves. It might be because he is trying to distract himself from doing his bad habit - overthinking. But urm , i think there'll be higher chance for someone to overthink when doing house chore like Biggs is doing. This is where lots of people say Biggs cleaning the house at night is bcause he has OCD or he's a perfectionist.
But I dont think thats the case. For real, he is completely normal. No sign of him acting weird in that scene. If he really does have OCD or he's a perfectionist, we'll see more of him arguing with Barret about unnecessary stuff. He cant become one of Avalanche's strongest member (not exactly strong, but hey, he's trustworthy). Also, if u notice, Biggs have one earring on his right ear. Someone with OCD will feel irritated by it bcause his ear doesnt look 'balance'. OCD people, even in mild case, they want everything about them to be balance and in good order.
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After trying to understand Biggs way of thinking and style through his short screentime, I strongly believe this guy has no such thing as OCD or being a perfectionist. Biggs just cares tooooo much about his friends, he thinks 10 times ahead from the bigger picture in which it frightens him about the bad consequences that will occur to people he cherish.
He is the type that always have a back up plan in his mind. He thinks of 5 possible bad things and comes out with 10 solutions. That's the power of an overthinker like Biggs I'll tell ya
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Biggs probably cleaning his front house area at night bcause the next early morning, he will need to leave his house for the bombing mission. Better take care of things the night before the big day. He can ditch the cleaning work but he wont do it, not bcause he's a perfectionist/OCD, but try to imagine this, if ur front house is full with dry leaves and rubbish, it will be unpleasant for the neighbours next to ur house to see. Living in the slum means higher chance for u to get sick if u dont take care of ur surrounding hygiene. Biggs is a kind man, and I believe he doesnt want to upset his neighbours
He probably has overthink this matter like "If i dont do this now, I probably dont have time for doing it tomorrow. Maybe I'll broke my leg from the mission and this trash will be left untouched, then there'll be high chance for the children around here to get sick. What if they get infectious disease bcause of this dry leaves? And then the parents will be worried and the Sector 7 Slum will be in chaos etc etc. Time for plan A. Let's clean this place"
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Besides, remember the post where I mentioned about Mental Health First Aid? Biggs, as the side character gives the best MFA to Cloud even without knowing what Cloud had gone through. Biggs is just toooo kind with his friends, he cares too much causing him to overthinks about his friends conditions. He can notice even the slightest change in his friend's behaviour and with his own instinct, he cheers for them
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Aww man, how can u not love his personality? He's the sweetest side character ever (and kinda hot too).
Soo as the conclusion for my post here, Biggs does not have OCD. He's a side character with a big heart who cares tooooooo deeply about his friends that leads him to overthink too much.
However, if the devs say Biggs really has OCD then my statement about him will be invalid. I'm sure they have put everything in a very close detail look.
Btw, I personally think Biggs kind of portrays the other small side of Cloud, the overthinking part for their romantic partner. But Biggs express his worry through words while Cloud express it through his actions, eg - like how he always keep an eye on Tifa. He never speak it directly like "I'm worry about Tifa, I must help her", he just simply be with her either she needs a help or not. While Biggs clearly says "Jessie been acting weird, I should go if she needs any - help -"
Action speaks louder than words but sometimes our eyes failed to listen.
Alright, that's it. Thanks for being with me till the end.
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familyagrestefanblog · 5 years ago
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You mentioned in one of your posts that you'd love to talk about every abusive thing Gabriel (and Nathalie) did to Adrien. Please do that!
You know what? You are damn right
Even though I cant make a whole essay analysis off of it right now ( I wanna wait for “Chat Blance” and “Felix” to air first to have the whole 3 seasons list of abuse complete and I’m kinda short on time from tomorrow on) I sure as hell started actually writing down the types of abuse done by Gabriel to Adrien seen in the show. Cuz im lying sick in bed so why the hell not, its for important education reasons. Cuz the amount of people in this fandom believing Adrien isnt being abused just because Gabriel doesn’t marsh into Adriens room to punch his son in the face every 2 scenes, is actually quite concerning.  
The list is not complete yet its just what I could remember today without rewatching 50+ episodes but still I may say that I still got a very large and diverse amount (cuz the abuse in the Agreste family is one of my favorite aspects of Miraculous).
I sorely focused on Gabriel for now. Meaning:
The abusive actions Gabriel has shown to have done and used against Adrien JUST AS GABRIEL
Then Gabriel as a person. His personality, tone, bodylanguage and choice of words when being with Adrien.
Then the harmful/abusive actions against/affecting Adrien Gabriel does AS HAWKMOTH or for his plans.
Every point isnt every incident Gabriel whenever Gabriel did something because sometimes things happen twice. Every point is another factor or type of abuse that brings in another layer.
(Ill also put them here in photo form because putting it all in here will get too much)
Sadly I couldn’t dive into how these types of abuse affect and cause Adriens behaviour in the show because that is just too much for one day. Adrien is too well written. Maybe one day I’ll find the time to really make some essay posts including all sides but for now
Let me show you my “Gabriel abuse” notes
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and page 3 (the continuation of point 3)
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Its frankly a fuck tone and im not even anywhere close to done. This entire abusive and toxic father-son power imbalance is so incredibly well written and often downright brutal when you think about it. But I’m just impressed that this show is for one ALLOWED to do this and two ABLE to portray this so phenomenally. Cuz this is abuse. This happens in real life to abused children. Take out the magic part of the show and you have a real life scenario.
And I freaking LOVE it!
But you know what I’ll love even more once we are there (and it is already build up and forshadowed like crazy)?
Adrien getting the fuck out of this nightmare of a house and getting adopted by the Dupain-Changs! Cuz for as much as I like Gabriel as a character and villain, I want to see this bitch burn and pay for his actions. Let him face the consequences and loose the son he abused, controlled, manipulated and neglected and abandoned this entire time.
I cant wait to see Adrien turn against his Father after finding out he’s Hawkmoth and step by step twisting out of the grasp of our toxic main villain until one day hes finally free and in a wonderful and loving family he can truly bloom in.
Yes. Its gonna get ugly. Its gonna get unfair. And its definitely gonna get more and more intense between these two. Its realistic just like it always has been and I honestly wouldn’t want it any other way.
Give me a real abuse Survivor children can look up to, because by God in heaven, there are children out there who need it! And Miraculous is doing a fantastic job with both Adrien and Chloe even if most of the fandom cant see it yet. Later, when we truly have the big picture these two will be unique characters of redemption and survival. But until then? Until they are out of their toxic situations and environments? Its gonna be ugly, rough, painful but bloody real and understandable
Because children/kids and, fuck, young ADULTS like me need ugly and bloody real and not some characters who have our backstory but still always happen to be oh so brave, so unafraid of the consequences of disobeying or rebellion and OH SO suspiciously unproblematic even though that’s complete unrelatable bullshit
Miraculous keeps this shit real, with real consequences, real behaviours and real and not rushed solutions
Thank you Miraculous (and She Ra), I would have needed you in my childhood
Thank fucking you
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spaceiplier · 6 years ago
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SPACEIPLIER: Homestuck
((THIS IS A JOKE. IT’S JUST A JOKE. IT'S NOT CANON. HAPPY HOMESTUCK DAY.))
A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 28th of June, 3516, is this young man's birthday. Though it was twenty-five years ago he was given life, it is only today he will be given a name!
What will the name of this young man be?
ENTER NAME.
SALLY MCSAGGYTITS
TRY AGAIN, SMARTASS
TRY AGAIN.
MARK FISCHBACH
EXAMINE ROOM
Your name is MARK. As was previously mentioned it is your BIRTHDAY. A number of CAKES are scattered about your room. You have a variety of INTERESTS. You have a passion for REALLY TERRIBLE MOVIES. You like to program computers but you are NOT VERY GOOD AT IT. You have a fondness for PARANORMAL LORE, and are an aspiring AMATEUR PILOT. You also like to play GAMES sometimes.
What will you do?
Mark: Quickly retrieve arms from drawer.
Your ARMS are in your SPACE CHEST, pooplord!
Remove CAKE from SPACE CHEST.
Out of sympathy for Mark's perceived lack of arms, you pick up the CAKE for him and put it on his BED.
Mark: Quickly retrieve arms from SPACE CHEST.
You retrieve your FAKE ARMS from the chest. You use these for HILARIOUS ANTICS.
You CAPTCHALOGUE them in your SYLLADEX. You have no idea what that actually means though.
There are other items in the chest.
Mark: Examine contents of chest.
In here you keep an array of humorous and mystical ARTIFACTS, each one a devastating weapon in the hands of a SKILLED SPACEFARER or a CUNNING PRANKSTER.
You are neither of these things.
Among the ARTIFACTS are: TWO (2) FAKE ARMS [CURRENTLY CAPTCHALOGUED IN YOUR SYLLADEX], ONE (1) PAIR OF TRICK HANDCUFFS, ONE (1) STUNT BLASTER, ONE (1) PILOT’S HELMET, ONE (1) PAIR OF BEAGLE PUSS GLASSES, SEVERAL (~) SMOKE PELLETS, SEVERAL (~) BLOOD CAPSULES, and ONE (1) COPY OF COLONEL SASSACRE'S DAUNTING TEXT OF SPACE FRIVOLITY AND PRACTICAL JAPERY, and ONE (1) COPY OF HARRY ANDERSON'S "WISE GUY", BY MIKE CAVENEY.
Some of this stuff may come in handy at some point. For now, you decide to just take the SMOKE PELLETS.
Mark: Captchalogue the smoke pellets.
You stow the SMOKE PELLETS on one of your CAPTCHALOGUE CARDS in your SYLLADEX.
You still aren't totally sure what that means, but you are starting to get the hang of the vernacular at least.
You have two empty CAPTCHALOGUE CARDS remaining.
Mark: Equip fake arms.
You aren't totally sure if "EQUIP" is a verb copasetic with the abstract behavioral medium in which you dwell, but you give it a try anyway.
Unfortunately, you cannot access the FAKE ARMS! Their card is underneath the one you just used to captchalogue the SMOKE PELLETS. You will have to use the pellets first in order to access the arms. But this is probably unadvisable, since you'd just make your room lousy with smoke!
Your SYLLADEX'S FETCH MODUS is currently dictated by the logic of a STACK DATA STRUCTURE. You were never all that great with data structures and you find the concept puzzling and mildly irritating.
But with any hope, perhaps you will advance new, more practical FETCH MODI for your SYLLADEX with a little more experience.
Mark: Examine Space Sleuth Poster.
Is it even possible to get any more hard boiled than that? You really doubt it. This poster was one of your wisest purchases.
There is a nice spot on the wall next to it. You've been meaning to hang another poster there soon.
Mark: Read note on drawer.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON
I AM SO PROUD OF YOU”
This note is rich with the aromas of MOTHERLY HERBS AND SPICES.
Beside the note is a ROLLED UP POSTER.
Mark: Take poster.
Another BIRTHDAY ARTIFACT. You wonder what is printed on the poster.
You'll need some way to hang it on your wall.
Mark: Acquire hammer and nails. They will come in handy.
You first place the HAMMER into your SYLLADEX.
But now all of your CAPTCHALOGUE CARDS are full. You wonder what will happen if you try to take the NAILS
You guess it doesn't hurt to try.
Mark: Take nails.
You captchalogue FOUR (4) NAILS into the top card, and push all the ARTIFACTS down a card.
The FAKE ARMS are pushed entirely out of the deck!!!
Oh well. They're probably completely useless anyway. But you probably don't want to do that again, unless you want to drop the SMOKE PELLETS and suffer the consequences.
In any case, you now feel like you have gathered enough things to get down to business and do some really important stuff. The next thing you do will probably be exceptionally meaningful.
Mark: Squawk like an imbecile and shit on your desk.
This is the dumbest idea you've had in weeks!!!
STUPID STUPID STUPID.
And yet the polished surface of your desk...
It beckons.
Mark: Combine the nails and hammer.
You MERGE the top two cards.
The HAMMER and NAILS are now captchalogued on the same card and can be used together.
Mark: Use hammer/nails on poster.
You use the HAMMER and NAILS card IN CONJUNCTION with the card beneath it.
Mark: Nail poster to wall.
You use the HAMMER, NAILS, and POSTER on the blank space on the wall.
It's glorious. Exactly what you wanted. Your mom really came through this time.
Mark: Examine Con Space poster.
PUT THE KHARAPIN BACK IN THE BOX.
I SAID, PUT THE KHARAPIN BACK IN THE BOX.
WHY COULDN'T YOU PUT THE KHARAPIN BACK IN THE BOX?
Mark: Examine Deep Impact poster.
Morgan Saorman's genteel, homespun mannerisms were perfect qualities for a president residing over a crisis.
STARS RISE. PLANETS FALL. HOPE SURVIVES.
WOW.
Films about impending apocalypse fascinate you. Plus, a Velm president??? Now you've seen everything!
Mark: Examine calendar.
You've marked your birthday, the 28th of June. Another day you marked was supposed to be the arrival date for the highly touted SBURB BETA LAUNCH.
It's been three days already. It's starting to become a sore subject with you.
Mark: Eat cake.
You are sick to death of cake!!! You've been eating it all day. And you have no intention of clogging your SYLLADEX with it either. The CAKE stays put for now.
You hear a notice from your COMM. Someone is messaging you.
Mark: Examine incoming message.
You pick up your COMMUNICATOR. This is where you spend most of your time. You decorated your screen with some rather handsome WALLPAPER which you made yourself. You are really proud of it.
Your COMMUNICATOR is also littered with various PROGRAMMING PROJECT FILES. You are so bad at programming sometimes you wonder why you even bother with it.
Your PESTERCHUM application is flashing. Someone is trying to get in touch with you.
Mark: Open Pesterchum.
Only one of your CHUMS is logged in. He's sent you a message.
Mark: Open message.
-- turntechLizardhead [TL] began pestering ectoPilot [EP] at 16:13 --
TL: hey so what sort of insane loot did you rake in today EP: i got a little monsters poster, it's so awesome. i'm going to watch it again today, the applejuice scene was so funny. TL: oh hell that is such a coincidence i just found an unopened container of apple juice in my closet it is like fucking scarlix day up in here EP: ok thats fine, but i just have one question and then a word of caution. have you ever seen a movie called little monsters starring howie mandel and fred savage? TL: but TL: the seal on the bottle is unbroken TL: are you suggesting someone put piss in my apple juice at the factory EP: all im saying is don't you think monster howie mandel has the power to do something as simple as reseal a bottle? EP: try using your brain numbnuts. TL: why did the fat kid or whoever drank it know what piss tasted like TL: i mean his reaction was nigh instantaneous EP: it was the 15th day in a row howie mandel peed in his juice. TL: ok i can accept that TL: monster B-list celebrity douchebags are cunning and persistent pranksters TL: also fred savage has a really punchable face TL: but who cares about this lets stop talking about it TL: did you get the beta yet EP: no. EP: did you? TL: man i got two copies already TL: but i dont care im not going to play it or anything the game sounds boring TL: did you see how it got slammed in game bro???? EP: game bro is a joke and we both know it. TL: yeah TL: why dont you go check your mail maybe its there now EP: alright. Mark: Look out window.You see the view of your yard on VENTOS BETA from your window. Hanging from the tree is your TIRE SWING. In a kid's yard, a tree without a tire swing is like a proper gentleman without a monocle. That is to say, HE CAN HARDLY BE CONSIDERED A TERRIBLY PROPER GENTLEMAN AT ALL. And there beside your driveway is the mailbox.
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arkus-rhapsode · 6 years ago
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Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest Chapter 12 Review
Oh my god... What the heck is even going on?
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So our cover page is Natsu and Lucy, and Natsu I hope you enjoy that brain freeze.
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So we open on Jellal confronting Touka. We learn like how Avatar was devoted to black magic there was a group devoted to white magic. Now this is cool, but literally if you watch the anime recently, that arc was done in 5 episodes. So this feels really odd on how much effort is being put into it.
Like if there was like something tying into Tenrou or hell edolas, that make more sense, given all thee time on it.
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So Jellal describes White magic as a philosophy of nothingness, which that doesn’t make sense. Fans of yugioh gx might compare this the darkness and light in that series and how darkness led to creation while light was subjugation. But Black magic is clearly about ending life or manipulating life. I guess you could dumb it down to all life, but literal Ankherseram black magic is portrayed as nothing but death. So wouldn’t white be about life? I guess nothingness as life without personality isn’t wrong,  but this feels like a stretch.
Also, Mashima said anyone could learn any type of magic. So why is that an abnormality? Like if this was Black Clover where you are assigned a single affinity that be one thing.
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Suddenly Laxus steps in, and want to make this clear. I don’t exactly hate the idea behind this. That Laxus wants to defend someonew ho is a part of his family, given his new found view on FT, and its using the family aspect of FT on its head. Someone bad could be using FT’s family mentality for personal benefit. Which is interesting.
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Okay, well Jellal has a reason, she is  suspect and as a guild master he has authority to take her in. However, Laxus you of all people know that people in your guild will still harm it.
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On the one hand im torn, the shounen loving half of my brain wants to see this fight. But the logical half says that these two are mature adults with enough common sense to take this to the run knights. And confrontation is over after this page.
Yeah for a chapter named after the two, its got very little to do with theem. Instead.... The worst thing in the chapter happens. We cut to Diablos’ ship and we see this.
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Yes you are seeing this right. For people who were saying I was to harsh, calling this a submissive Erza fetish that Mashima is putting out, I ask you read this chapter.
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You know I can’t tell if Skullion means this is temporary as in terms of magic, or temporary as Kyria will grow bored, but I do know that this is nothing but sick and tastess. Also props to Madmorel for having some class to be disgusted by the perv in the group. Like that is becoming a rarity these days.
We are guided down to the lower deck where natsu and wendy are being held, the motion sickness keeping them in check.
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I’ve been putting this off long enough, its time to rant. This is bull shit. People told me, i was too harsh on mashima, but at the least I thought this was some sort of temporary thing that was meant so Kyria could get a win in a fight, but this might be some permanent magic effect feels disgusting.
Now, people say that this happened cause people would rag on Erza, called Erza fights awful, and that now Mashima is going in the complete opposite dirction. You didn’t like strong erza, fine! Here’s weak Erza, you happy cynics?
But that’s not the case. People didn’t like Erza because she was “too strong” she was someoone who went from this amazing badass female character, to this static friendship speech spewing tool that never truly got any development. Its painful for people to see a character like Erza not grow after she had developed so much in ToH, but it just was never followed through. All the times she won just felt like a poor spectacle without any character behind it.
Now you could say an erza who needs to get her strength back could be character development. No. Cutting away a person’s strength with “magic” is not character development, its forced regression. Its the author literally creating an unrealistic situation bcause he has no idea what to do with her  after ToH, hell he can’t even fully commit to a love story between her and jellal.
When Erza came onto the scene, she was cool, in control, yet could over react at times. To see her be pushed to her lowest by ToH and then recover and face midnight in OS, is peak Erza character shining through. That this is how erza’s development deserved to be treated. But Watching Erza crawl on the ground, be spanked, and cry for mercy like a hentai doll, all because of plot convince magic is so gross to me. Its ejecting the Erza that we all love and stripping her of all that personality just for this.
So if you blame this development on people who were too hard on Mashima about how he was writing Erza, I, a critic and very judgemental person, find this worse than any of the nakama power or skimpy armors.
Erza being trapped in Kyoka’s sex dungeon was bad, but you know what, EErza actievly resisted it. She didn’t want to be there aand tried to fight back. It wasn’t handled well, but that t least felt like whatt her character would do in this situation. But this was forced upon her and this is nothing more than an Erza made for this arc.
Also, lets step out of this and look at this from the meta perspective that this is also extremely lazy. In Eden’s zero there’s a villain who is all about subjugating women right now, and Mashima couldn’t be bothered to not let that bleeed into his other work. If that doesn’t scream creately lazy, than I don’t know what will. Also that frog thing in Eden’s zero is actuaally better giveen the fact he’s not mind bending away personality, he’s forcibly turning them in statues to do with what he pleases against their will.
Im not saying this cause im anti ecchi or that im anti  mashima, im anti such a hack story writting device that weather you stuck it out as a fan of erza’s till the end of FT or liked her at first but than soured on her, I ask, would you tolerate this? I’m not claiming ownership of the character of Erza, but I am asking do you think that this is worth a character arc because our author couldn’t think of anything better to do with her. You know if you knew Erza was so strong,Ad that in actuality she would sweep away most threats, why did you bring her? I honestly would’ve preferred Jellal and Erza being out of the action cause they had a kid or something. Erza having to pick between biological family and her guild family seems like a better direction to take her character in than this.
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To see Erza cry because someone’s magic made her into a slave is so lacking in power than say the sheer emotional weight of watching simon die. Like this is shit is just awful.
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We cut to Luccy and here is where I get to credit thee art. Sure Lucy is in a bikini, but what matters in frame is the wounds on her legs. Which is a nice us of having aa skimpy dress and not sexualizing it.
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We get a flashback of Lucy realizing Kyriaa took her friends and this is where I give Caramille a big fuck you. Oh sure, this did happen after they showed up, but Diabolos clearly was going to find the place eventually and more importantly, you did fuck all. Like, go screw cause you have contributed literally nothing.
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We find out that there is another ship in the area and that Gray is okay because he was saved by you can guess who...
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Okay on the one hand, this definitely seems like Brandish’s kind of entrance, but on the other. Fuck you, Hiro. Like she just passed by and saved Gray? Hw? The entire ocean was either freezing or evaporating, what is your range? Also, who is in charge of Alverez? Yajeel? Oi...
Post Chapter Follow up: Its easy to say why I don’t like this chapter. I feel so sick by the sheer amount of laziness and disgust in the slave Erza plot. Like, my god this is so wrong. Not because of the subject, human slavery makes sense in a series aimed at teenagers, but the sheer disrespect that Hiro treated this character, made my blood boil. At the very least in Alvarez, Erza still seemed like she was the same character from beginning of the series.
People who follow me weekly on this review series are probably going to ask when I will stop harping on this Erza thing. Well each week, it  somehow get worse and more gross.  First time it felt like a cheap win, second it was bad use of domination, now this is full blown fetish material.
As for the brandish thing, I know why she is here, Lucy is literally not strong enough to handle 3 DE’s by herself with a few exceeds, and I’d accept that Brandish reentering the series. But maybe leave out Gray? I guess you could say that this is a subversion of the Musica captured by Doryu, but this feels lazier. You could’ve just made this a big “step up Lucy plot,” but no, had to save Gray, even though Skullion should’ve notice when his magic didn’t actually ash up Gray. Plus think about, if they save save Natsu and Wendy this arc and beat these three dragon eaters, wouldn’t some added bit of tension to the quest be finding diablos’s hideout and saving Gray from the “dinner table?”And I was cool with the kidnapped gray thing, but no, we had to have kidnapped everyone else.Also if he was made small how did he survive the water? Like he’s the size of a pin, he’d drown.
Now the stuff with Laxus and Jellal is actually fairly good Its an interesting take on FTs standards vs the consequences of their past when we are suppose to be rooting for Touka to be extracted. And involving two characters that really have been in the moral gray spectrum make them the most qualified for this subject matter. While i definitely didn’t like the Touka plot at first from how disconnected it was from everything (and it really is kinda shoed in on this point) it still is the more interesting plot. It has more intresting ideas than, “more dragons” and is involving the characters that come off as the most interesting.
Final Verdict: 3/10
There is clearly some interesting idea at work here
However, the way the plotline for the dragon portion of this arc has become a mess
I don’t use this phrase lightly, “Erza literally deserves better than this”
Plot convince playhouse at its finest
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memoriesthatkeepyounear · 6 years ago
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150 Random Questions
1.) What’s better, having high expectations or having low expectations?
 Low lmao
2.) Would you rather go without junk food for a year or go without TV for a year?
 junk food
3.) Describe your perfect man/woman.
Tall, funny, weird, silly,serious,optimistic,driven,adventuous, list goes on
4.) Thoughts on school dress codes?
they’re honestly stupid and degrading but some are necessary
5.)Any strange phobias?
Not that i can think of
6.) At what job do you see Donald Trump best fit?
6 feet underground 
7.) Who was your first crush?
NIck Jonas lmao
8.) Who was your first best friend?
Girl named Morgan don’t remember her last name.
9.)What is one weird thing about you?
I hate when I have an uneven amount of tattoos.
10.) Top 5 TV shows you like to watch?
11.) What are your favorite boys names? Degrassi, Greys Anatomy,TVD,Black Mirror
12.) What are your favorite girls names? Marley,Tasha idk i dont really have any lol
13.) Do you have any tattoos? If so, what are they? Yes, there’s too many to name each one lmao
14.) Do you plan on getting (more) tattoos? If so, what do you want to get as of the moment? yes many mor, next one is an alien head with a space ship and UFO.
15.) Do you have any piercings? Do you plan on getting more? i mean just my ears and eh maybe
16.) Do you like hugging people?
eh i could live without hugs tbh lol
17.) Think of ANY person on earth right now.  Who did you think of? you don’t want to know (CB)
18.) Do you have an iPhone? yes iphone 8 plus
19.) What is the worst thing that could happen in your life right now? losing one of my jobs lmao
20.) Do you watch anime? no
21.) What brings true happiness? music,traveling,friends,concerts.
22.) What is the most expensive thing you’ve ever paid for? honestly, i dont know i dont remember
23.) If you could have any job in the world and get paid millions of dollars a year for it, what would you be and why? tour manager or selling merch for a band
24.) Do you want children? If so, how many? honestly no but if i had to have children probably 1 or 2
25.) Name and describe someone who you feel most comfortable around. I’ll just name them, Pape, Chase, Michele, Destany,Chris,  Zion, Mary,Tori, Alyssa
26.)If you could invent a holiday, what would it be? Corbyn Besson Day just because LMAO
27.)Would you rather have summer weather or winter weather all year round? This isn’t a choice but spring weather
28.) If you could make an alien race, describe what they would look like. they would look like an alien racing, obviously.
29.)  What was the first thing you learned to cook? Grilled Cheese
30.) Describe your sense of humor. I’m funny as fuuuuck. I’ll send memes, stupid random shit i can think if, anything.
31.) What is the key to happiness? Surrounding yourself with positivity, and trying to find the positive out of anything negative that happens. Not worrying what other people think of you except yourself. Surrounding yourself with good people
32.) How many phone numbers do you have committed to memory? Whose numbers are they? One of my sisters, both my parents, thats about it lmao
33.) Name three songs that make you want to dance. Dazed adn Confused-Jake Miller, Mojo-Round2Crew,something different-wdw
34.) What job did you want to have as a child? Vet Technician
35.) Do you have any talents or skills? My talent is getting all the rings in the ring game on toontown
36.) What was the worst punishment you’ve ever had? I got grounded for a month-dont remember what i did tho
37.) Did you ever do anything weird as a child? Oh im sure i did.
38.) What is your dream car? a car that doesn’t break down
39.)  Describe something that made you laugh this week. probably something corbyn did or sue or my friends
40.) Did you have a dream last night? If so, describe it. Yes and i”d rather not lmao
41.)  Do you ever have repetitive dreams? Describe it/them. oh yes and u don’t want to hear that either
42.) Describe the worst/ scariest dream you’ve ever had. I’ll always remember this--I was younger maybe like 11 and it was that my dad went psychotic and my sisters and her friends snuck outside and tried to get away but he found us, threw us in his car and had my neighbors at the time help him kill us idk bro it was wild. thats the short version.
43.) Describe the best dream you’ve ever had. there’s so many and no thank you
44.) If God himself gave you a choice of either having unlimited money for the rest of your life or finding your one true love starting tomorrow, which one would you choose (keep in mind, you are still able to make a ton of money if you choose love, and you are still able to meet your soul mate if you choose money)? probably finding my one true love-thats worth more than any amount of money
45.) If you could do anything (and I mean ANYTHING) right now without consequences, what would you do and why? honestly i dont know
46.) Do you have any recipes that you know off the top of your head? What is it/ what are they? yes, how to make whipped cream lmao 
47.) Do you have your license? If so, do you have a car? no
48.) Have you ever had a near death experience? yes
49.) Do you personally know anyone that has been to prison? yes
50.) Have you ever been in a physical fight?
yes.
51.) When you get out of the shower, do you towel dry, blow dry, or air dry your hair? depends, if im not leaving the house i towel dry and then air dry but if i have to look good i blow dry.
52.) When you go to the movies, what snacks and drinks do you take with you? candy, popcorn, soda or an icee
53.) Do you like going to the beach? If so, do you like to stay dry or go in the water? If not, why? i like goigng to the beach adn going in the water, i hate sand
54.) Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
sometimes.
55.) If you could have a superpower ASIDE from being invisible or being able to fly, what would you have? reading minds.
56.) If you were able to live for however long you wanted to (i’m talking thousands of years without aging), when would you choose to die? in this moment tomorrow lmao
57.) What do you think happens after you die? the light you go into is really the light when ur leaving the womb and your soul goes into a baby just beig born
58.) Do you believe in aliens? yes
59.) Do you believe in ghosts? yes
60.) Do you believe in spiritual things like ouija boards, tarot cards, and crystals? Do you believe they are portals for evil entities to enter the mortal world? yes
61.) If you could make one mythical being real, who/what would you make?
i dont know
62.) Do you get tan, or do you burn? the first time i tan, i burn the rest of the time i tan
63.) Describe your shower routine. I get in, shampoo, shave, rinse, conditioner, exfoliate sometimes, and body wash then rise hair and get out
64.) Do you enjoy school? Why or why not? Im not in school
65.) In your opinion, what is the worst way to die? struggling 
66.) Do you get carsick, sea sick, or airplane sickness? no
67.) What’s one memory that you wish you could live again and again? probs seeing one direction lmao i miss them
68.) What were some of your stuffed animal’s names from when you were a kid? scraper-he was a dog i still have him
69.)Do you have any pets? no
70.) Describe your daily wardrobe. homeless
71.)  Describe what your daily wardrobe would be if you were rich. beautiful,with the trends
72.)  Create a character right now.  Give them a name, age, and character description. Jessica Arkansas from Ohio, 22, makes youtube videos, fun when drunk,funny,works alot, drinks alot, smokes weed sometimes, love making people happy.
73.)What was the last thing you bought? Aromatherapy sleep lotion and shower gel from bath and body works.
74.) Have you ever bought a CD? What band was it for? uh yes I have many CDs, jonas brothers
75.) Describe your perfect ice cream sundae. the traditional one
76.) If you could make ANYTHING happen right now with no cost, trouble, or obstacles, what would you do? make corbyn besson fall in love with me
77.) What are some of your favorite physical activities to do? hiking, walking, going ton the gym
78.) What were some of your favorite shows as a child? Dragon tales, The Amanda show, hannah montana, thats so raven, wizards of waverly place, jonas,little bear, oswald. theres much more
79.) Describe how you would survive the zombie apocalypse. I wouldn’t
80.)What are some things you shouldn’t say at work? anything unprofessional
81.) If you were told that if you killed someone, you would save 100 people, would you do it? depends who the person im killig is (if its ****** or ********* then absolutely)
82.) How’s the weather right now? cold
83.) What is the background on your cell phone right now? its flowers that gnash tweeted one time when he released the broken hearts club
84.)Is it better to work at a job that you love or a job that pays well? a job you love.
85.) What do you have within arms reach of your bed? my stuffed giraffes.
86.) Have you ever been fired from a job? If so, why? no
87.) Have you ever won a trophy, prize, or medal? If so, for what? yes many, for soccer
88.) Do you have any posters, pictures, or art hanging on your walls in your room? If so, what are they? I have 1 poster and its corbyn and then i gave 2 2019 calendars one is jake millers and the other is a friends tv show one and i have hats on tacs hanging, poloroid pictures and a giant s for my name
89.) Are you afraid of the dark? If so, why? yes, because the dark is mf scary
90.)What is something that you’ve never done but would like to try? sky diving or parasailing
91.) If you could choose three famous people or characters to be friends with, who would you choose and why? wdw bc why not and they cool, the cast of friends because they are me and i love them, niall horan bc hes the loml
92.) Do you smile at strangers when you pass by them on the street? sometimes
93.) Do you have a favorite TV commercial? If so, what is it? no
94.) Do you like your handwriting? no
95.) Cable TV or Netflix? netflix
96.) What are your favorite smells? beautiful day from bbw
97.) Do you consider yourself physically strong? no im a weak ass bitch
98.) Describe a time where you said something really rude or mean, whether intentional or not.
oh there are mnay times im a bitch
99.) Do you ask strangers to pet their dogs? yes
100.)What is your most embarrassing moment?
wasn’t even my fault but when a group of drunk girls mauled me down a flight of stairs in front of people and DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE LMAO also whe I tripped at my high school graduaton going to get my diploma.
101.) Has anyone really close to you ever died? If so, who was it and how did you handle it?
yes, my uncle and i did not handle it well.
102.)  Describe your plan of action if you were home alone and you heard someone break into your house.
Lock myself in a room and call 911 or fight them lmao
103.) If you were to be born again, would you want to be born male or female?
probs male
104.)  What shampoo do you use?
the cheapest one i can find
105.) Guess the meaning of this word: ulotrichous.
I dont even know where to start lmao definitely a phobia for something maybe
106.) Do you let messages (phone, email, text, social media, etc…) build up, or do you have to look at them right away?
texts i let build but everythig else i dont
107.)  Where is the nearest McDonalds to your house?
on the other side of town like 5 mins away
108.)  If you had $1 billion and you had to spend it in exactly one week, what would you spend it on?
makeup, concerts tickets, plane tickets, clothes, alcohol,food.
109.) What is the best thing you’ve ever eaten?
pasta for sure
110.) If you could go on a trip around the world with up to three people, who would you bring (they can be people you know personally or famous people).
Michele, Zion, thats about it lmao
111.) What expletive/ explicit phrase do you say most often?
fuck off i guess
112.) What is your personal definition of success?
happy with yourself, your job, your life as a whole
113.) How was your day today?
it was good, tiring.
114.) What is the closest Big City you live by?
hartford or probably new york
115.) Have you ever been in a car accident?
no
116.) Do you hide anything from your parents?
yes
117.) If you could possess one talent, what would you be able to do?
sing or dance.
118.) Ugly and smart or beautiful and stupid?
ufgly and smart
119.) What is the worst thing you’ve ever seen in real life?
i dont know
120.) Use only 3 words to describe how you want your future to go.
happy, imperfectly perfect and promising.
121.) QUICK! give me a few things a brick could be useful for
hitting myself in the head
122.) If you could make a dream society, describe it in great detail where it would be, who would be in it, and what rules there would be?
somewhere warm, my friends/favorite artists, no negativity, everything is free, the artists who live there HAVE to perform every other weekend.
123.) If you could make any animal miniature, what would you make and why?
giraffes so in can have one as a pet,
124.) What are your favorite candle scents?
salted caramel, flannel, vanilla bean noel, champagne toast, hot cocoa and cream,endless weekend
125.) If you HAD to have one plastic surgery, what would you get and why?
something to make me skinnier
126.) Do you prefer to hang out with the same sex or the opposite sex?
opposite--less drama.
127.) If you could make a charity, what would the profits go towards? How would you raise money for it?
animals,homeless people, children
128.) Describe the body you wish you had.
just a flatter stomach and thinner thighs
129.) If you were a famous director, what would your next movie be about? Describe the plot, characters, and possible title.
probs a romcom or a romance movie--to tired to make a plot
130.) If only women were to rule the world, how different would the world be by 2050?
very probably better tho
131.) What is your favorite alcoholic drink?
jack and coke.
132.) Do you have a problematic friend?
doesn;t everyone?
133.) Are you more spontaneous or more of a planner?
spontaneous
134.) If you could change your full name, what would your name be?
idk
135.) What is one song that describes your life?
probably wait for you by jake miller or invisible by anna clendending
136.) What is one show you’ve been meaning to watch but can never find the time for?
all of the ones in my list
137.) Do you find it easy to drop toxic people from your life that you’ve known for a long time?
yes
138.) Do you like children? Why or why not?
yes bc they’re cute af and funny and honest
139.) What is your zodiac sign?
pisces
140.) Do you like to dance? Do you dance often? In front of other people?
when im drunk
141.) Name some of your favorite colors.
blue
142.) Have you ever shoplifted? If so, what was it?
yes random stuff from walmart lmao
143.) If you could speak three additional languages, what would they be?
spanish, italian and french
144.) Have you ever been in legal trouble?
eh
145.) Have you ever had surgery?
yes twice.
146.) If you could change 2 things about yourself, what would you change and why?
my body and my face bc uglyand fat
147.) What do you want done with your body after you die?
cremated
148.) What three physical features do people compliment you most on? What do they say about them?
my hair, eyes and outfit sometimes.
149.) If you could have your own business, what would you do?
something that requires me to travel
150.) What current friend do you have that you’ve known the longest?
Angelica--known her before we were born 
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jjk910 · 7 years ago
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entry / 6
i spilled milk on my table, how astonishing
well, anyway, this seems like a good way of ventilating my feelings when i need to do so. guess i really am an attention whore of some sorts, lol, but nvm
ihad some shit going on for past two weeks, school is getting kind of fucked as the end is getting near, and everything i want to do is to sleep, which isnt really unusual, but really, id sleep whole day if i could, but guess what
i cant, lol
i went to hoseok again today, but i was late. the visitor hours are until like seven, and i came at eight, so i just gave them the sweets for him and left back home, once again wrapping myself in the cute depressing cloud i develped inside my room as some kind of barrier against everyone?? or maybe its just a smell of non-ventilated room, depends on how you look at it
i am bored. and i have no idea what the fuck should i be doing. i distanced myself a tad too much and everything i am able to do alone is to play some stupid shit or yell at the bitchass relative of mine. 
yoongi asked me to be his model for his portfolio, lol. cute, isnt it. im wondering how the photos will turn out, hm. but im still kind of hesitating of going with him, because he wants to go to busan, and well; i feel bad going there. i left it there so suddenly that i doubt i will be able to go back without any consequences like flashbacks or so, because i remember nothing from the times i was living there. but hm, he seemed like he realy needed it, and, as i said, im bored, so what else i should do.
i want to fuck btw, a lot, volunteers can hit me up, i promise they wont be dissapointed
for those who are interested enough to click on this, i have been feeling really weak lately? maybe im getting sick, or my brain is just letting me know that my health is not at such good conditions to survive the heat outside, but huh. my mom told me i should go to the doctor, but what will they tell me. rest, drink, eat properly, ok good, got all of that, but thats something i know. i know everything, which means i already tried everything, yet i am feeling tired, exhausted, my arms are shaking whenever i do slightest bit of excercise, and i have no idea what to do. i am honestly scared of having a random blackout, lol
i am going to sleep
goodnight, assholes
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howcouldsomeone · 4 years ago
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Letter From His Past
there was one day, I just want to see her smile
her brightest, sweetest smile
the day that I just want to see her spark and shine
it's like, her smile is everything I ever known to be the greatest cure of my daily dose of sickness, stressed, fucked up reality
but there was also one day, that I just don’t want to talk
because all I wanna do was hug her until we’re both fall asleep
until I cannot hear the world raging and consuming our energy in a constant move
I want to wake up beside her, making a good cup of warm tea that she always love
I don’t really care about the world after I met her
but I know we’re both strucked by the most complicated consequences
and all I can think about was how to keep her from my dark side of the world while I still keep her in my arms
she is a form of beauty, kind, sincere, loyal, and the most opened-up person to me
the really one thing I never have: honesty
she is my kind of smile, my kind of laugh, the song of my miserable days
I love to hear she sang, her joyful and sweet voices always bring me back to life
she always be my happy person to come back to, everytime, everyday
until this very day, she always there, smiling at me with her teary-weary eyes
it always sparkling everytime I send her my hello, to tell her that “hey babe, here I am, alive” 
without a single word, but a tight-tight hug, she keeps my heart warm
days are gone, she keeps telling me that everything is okay, im going to survive another day, in my another fucked up life
I cry a lot for her, for how her life become a misery after she met me
her love is too precious to spend on me, but she keeps on going
I can’t be more blessed for her love and her patience, not even for everything that she always has: her pure feelings
she loves me, but I messed up.
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softforimjaebum · 7 years ago
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2. fleeting goodbyes and hasty kisses
Im Jaebum x Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Genre: Fluff(?)
Author’s Note: Second in the series inspired by this post. More Jaebum feels from my own mind, but is that even surprising anymore? 
First in the series: 1. sweet raspberry lemonade in the summer
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terrible moodboard made by yours truly, in an extreme rush so please forgive me
Airport and goodbyes, Jaebum hated them both. He hated it even more when you were there. He hated seeing you acting strong for him, and he absolutely hated leaving you behind all alone.
How you managed to still be with him defied all his logic. Why would you want to put yourself through these temporary goodbyes every few months when you could be with someone who wasn’t leaving you like this? He was so afraid of losing you, terrified of it actually, because he knew he was never going to find anyone else that was so…good for him. And feeling insecure wasn’t something he handled very well.
But you were a constant. You loved him just the same, regardless of how long he had to leave for. In fact, you rejected the idea of him settling down to do something else; knowing better than anyone else that his passion for music shouldn’t just be settling down somewhere. You knew his talents and his passion deserved to soar high in the sky and you weren’t going to be the one who he left it all for.
Jaebum always told everyone who knew about the two of you that the relationship only survived as long as it had because you were such a stubborn little girl. He knew if it was left to him, he would either quit his passion or quit the relationship. But you somehow managed to be headstrong about him pursuing both. And he was beyond grateful for it.
You always maintained that he downplayed his own role in your relationship working out. It was a long time ago when the two of you had sat down and you had made it clear to Jaebum that you weren’t letting him cop out on his music and neither were you letting him cop out on your relationship because of it. And he had followed through. On a very rare occasion would Jaebum get fed up of it all and confess to your about quitting his career, because he said he couldn’t live a life if you weren’t a part of it. On those occasions, you simply had to remind him that he probably couldn’t live a life without his music and his best friends either.
Knowing that he was leaving that support behind made everything that much worse. A lot of the times you couldn’t come to the airport, owing to the fans that were a constant throughout their boarding process. That sucked, but at least he didn’t have to see you waiving at them, bidding them goodbye for the next however many weeks. On the rare occasions that you did make it to the airport, your goodbyes would have to be confined to V.I.P lounges and even there it would always be under prying eyes.
He couldn’t kiss you goodbye at the airport. Your kiss goodbye would have to be at your apartment a couple of nights ago, or if the two of you were lucky enough, the night before he left. He couldn’t hold your hand, couldn’t hug you for longer than seconds he had to remember to count in his head. You see even in private lounges, you never knew whose prying eyes would recognise him, or one of the other boys, and proceed to click a picture of you. He knew that once your face was out to the world, they wouldn’t leave you alone. Most of his fans would behave themselves, keep the poking around about your life at a minimum human curiosity, but he knew those weren’t the only fans.
Jaebum was aware of the consequences of his lifestyle, he just didn’t like that those consequences now applied to you without your consent of it.
You were at the airport today, yet another tour was starting and Jaebum felt sick to his stomach. He didn’t want to leave you, but another part of his life was waiting. His manager was talking to him about something related to their passports but Jaebum couldn’t focus. You were talking to Jackson and Mark, giggling at yet another terrible pun Mark made; you found them adorable. He was a secret pun admirer, or he used to be before you came into his life. But he wasn’t even focused on the pun right now, he was just focused on you.
His heart tugged painfully at the thought of saying goodbye to you for two months this time. It was too long to spend apart, especially when he was going to be on the exact opposite time zone as yours. He kept thinking about the things he would miss about you, kept realising he would miss everything about you; the way you snuggled into him every chance you got, the way you always understood when he needed his space, the way you let him snuggle into you when he needed it, the way you looked at him like he was everything you wished for.
“You obviously seemed distracted, so I will take care of everything. Just…get your head in this, Jaebum” his manager suddenly said to him, making his attention snap back to the woman in front of him.
His manager didn’t look angry, like he had expected. She just looked empathetic, probably realising where his mind was.
“I-yeah. I’m sorry” he said to her. She nodded once, and left him alone.
If he was honest, he wasn’t sure how he was going to get his head in the game. How could he concentrate on anything fully when his heart was being left waving him goodbye in this airport?
He made his way towards where you were, Yugyeom now having joined in the chat. Your back was towards him, and he took you by surprise when he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you towards him when he got near you.
The rest of his members laughed, Jackson raising his eyebrows at them before teasing, “Look who’s being needy again”
He smiled back at Jackson, he didn’t mind being called needy when it came to you. It was a welcome fact.
Jaebum turned you to face him, hearing Mark telling the others to ‘give these lovebirds some space’ before they were all off to where Bambam, Jinyoung and Youngjae were sitting across the room.
“You’re being awfully touchy today” you noticed, causing Jaebum to shrug in response.
You playfully narrowed your eyes at him, “You’re never touchy in public. What do you need?”
It was an inside joke because Jaebum and you that he did things he wouldn’t normally be caught  dead doing of his own accord, like being cute or being touchy in public, if he wanted to convince you to do something for him.
“I’m going to miss you” Jaebum confessed. His heart sinking even further, if that was possible as he realised he only had a couple of more minutes with you.
You let your hands lightly caress his arms before looking up at him, your eyes betraying the smile that played on your lips.
“I’ll miss you too baby”
You knew better than to lean up to kiss him, even if that was all you wanted to do. You had to remember you were in public, even if it was apparently a private lounge.
Jaebum’s grip tightened on you. You knew he was upset about leaving this time, it was a month long Japanese tour, before they went to the States for another month and a half straight from Japan. It was one of the longest tours GOT7 had ever done, and you were so proud of all of them. But you were human too, so of course being away from Jaebum for that long made you a little upset. However it made you feel, you were also adamant on not letting him see that. Seeing you upset would only make things worse for Jaebum.
They heard the announcement that their flight would start boarding soon, and a wave of panic hit Jaebum. That’s when he thought of an idea.
“Let me bring you out to America this time” Jaebum said, his voice strung tight. He was trying not to cry, he couldn’t do that in front of his staff and his members. None of them would want to see him being a mess, a tour this long was difficult on everyone in their own ways. And their leader couldn’t let his own difficulties show.
“Babe-”
“Please” he interrupted, his voice sounding smaller by the minute.
You had told Jaebum long ago that you couldn’t visit him on tour. You didn’t earn nearly enough to be able to afford your own life if you went and brought a round trip airfare to America to go visit him, or any other country for that matter. You would have to empty out all your savings to be able to afford it, and Jaebum was opposed to that.
He wanted to bring you out to at least one of the many beautiful cities they toured in, he definitely earned more than enough to at least pay for your airfare; but you had made it clear that it would be a day when hell freezes over that you would let him shell out so much money on you.
But this time, he had to try. You thought over it for a minute, Jaebum was desperate to make you agree to this before he left.
“Look, please, just come out to L.A. Its one of our first stops in the States, and we’re staying there an extra couple of days for Mark anyway.” he pleaded. “I don’t think I’ll be able to survive the entire time without seeing you”
“Okay” you said. “But you should know I am only doing this because you look like a pouty baby”
Jaebum smiled wider than you had seen him smile these last couple of days. He hated being called a pouty baby, even when he was being one. But this time, it didn’t matter to him in the least. You were agreeing to let him do this, and that was all he could concentrate on.
“Whatever reason works for you, works for me too” he said.
A voice behind you distracted both of you.
“Okay, let’s go guys. They’re starting the business class boarding now” their manager announced, shooting a sharp look to Jaebum. He always took the longest to leave the lounge when you were around.
The guys came running to you, engulfing you in quick goodbye hugs.
Jaebum was the last in line. He gave you a hug, his happiness at you agreeing to his idea evident in the way his body was less tense around yours.
“I’ll see you soon” he said, letting you go.
“Have a safe trip, I love you” you said, your thumb caressing his back of his hand that you were still holding onto.
He took a quick look around, confusing you, before he leaned down and placed a quick kiss on your lips. You barely got any time to respond before he was letting up.
“I love you too” he grinned at you before the two of you heard a shrill call of Jaebum’s name from behind him.
His manager was so done with you lovebirds.
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irregulardiaryposts · 4 years ago
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16:35 01/03/2021
so. its now march!!!!! march is an okay month. but it also means its been a year since corona really kicked off and thats proper weird to think about. it feels like absolutely fuck all has actually changed but yet im a very different person yk. i played minecraft for 10 hrs last week. im addicted to it. this time last year i was kinda sick and we thought i had corona but since testing wasnt really available i just had to stay home ages. it was horrible but to think that was a whole YEAR ago is absolutely fucking wild. 
anyway back to minecraft. i absolutely love it. its such a simple game and you can truly play however you want to. like. if u dont want to bother beating the enderdragon or doing any serious grind stuff, you can literally just fuck about doing whatever you wanna do... u wanna build a little cottage in the woods? yes. u wanna pick lowers and decorate and build cute farms? yes. u wanna explore a vast and expansive world filled with literally endless possibilities and find pets and loot and different biomes and blocks? yes. you wanna mess around with ur friends? yes. u wanna do pvp or multiplayer games? yes. u wanna meet new people? yes. u wanna play by yourself and become exceedingly rich? yes. u wanna do all this and comforted by the melodic tunes and beautiful landscapes? yesssssssss. it literally has something for everyone but people get so pissy about how others play its soooo annoying. like so what if someone wants to go into creative and cheat or they wanna play on peaceful or they have keep inventory on? they are playing the game in the way they enjoy the most, the way that makes them happiest, makes them comforted, allows then to enjoy playing it. coz i bet if everyone was made to play the exact same way and there was no way to customise your experience, it would not be nearly as popular as it is. it probs wouldve died out if people werent enjoying it because they got frustrated by it, or too scared to lose their things to progress in the game, or too anxious to play because its scary and they dont know how to beat things. or if people play solely in creative and they enjoy that the most and wanna try survival, they dont deserve to get made fun of coz they want to ease their way into harder things. or if someone just wants to build or just explore or just tame a million dogs, as long as they are happy they are already enjoying the game to the max, they dont deserve people being like “ if u play without X youll enjoy it more coz thats the way we play it” like fuck off it would be like if a hardcore players was like “play in hardcore or ur stupid” ppl would get mad because thats not the way they want to play it and they wouldnt enjoy it as much or at all as the hardcore player does. and dont even get me started on this whole bedrock vs java bs. this its such a waste of time like??? who benefit from this argument? because its silly java players think they are automatically better than every bedrock player because they have java. 
like obviouslyyyyyy java is better and im sure a lot of bedrock players would rather java, but u cant lie and say that a lot of og players didnt start on bedrock and then upgrade to java, because as kids u cant really afford a proper pc but everyone has an xbox or an ipad lol. like they literally forget that they probably started playing on bedrock too. and its so stupid because yes while bedrock is a little shit in comparison to java, ITS STILL THE SAME FUCKING GAME just be glad were not fucking fortnite players jesus its pathetic. yes this is essentially a minecraft post and what fucking about it. i told u im obsessed with it. 
i should talk about something else. perhaps my crippling procrastination? its absolutely abysmal how shit at school i am now. i get two unconditional offers and suddenly i think i dont need to do a single bit of work (its kinda true tho) i only have three classes and in doing 1 and 1/2 of them. im not even bothering studying for prelims/exams whatever the fuck because im hopeless. theres no point because even if i do end up doing the exam and i fail theres absolutely no consequences because i have 0 shame. ill walk out of an exam i failed with my head held high because i know uni will be so much better - ill only have one subject, one i actually enjoy and want to do work for (only somewhat tho, my procrastination problems still carry through, im actually doing this instead of a 15 min thing for class but whatever) ill have a reduced working day, i can focus on just one subject, ill have other things to work on too like a part time (scary) and car (exciting) and ill get to meet new people that also want to learn spanish and are interested in it too, and i want to make more friends and i want to be more independent (moving out??? hopefully but also scary) 
i cant believe im actually at a point in my life where im actually interested in the future and want to live to see it (lol yeah) like i wonder what 13 yo me would think. even 15 yo me. i wonder how 20 yo me will look back on this. hi me if ur reading. do u have a s/o?? or new friends? how many new experiences have u had? are u comfortable in ur life? struggling ? happy? i hope ur happy coz u deserve to be. i deserve to be. i hope u have a good time reading these. i dont know if ill ever forget about this blog or not. what was i talking about tho. procrastination. its horrible, I hope u get that fixed pls tell me u do. also please tell me u get better at typing.  this has accidently turned into a speaking to ur future self thing. ill stop now. 
im a very good procrastinator. and my ability to actually focus on stuff has been getting comical. idk if its the pandemics fault or mine or schools but is a bloody issue and it needs to get better. i guess its coz i just have absolutely 0 energy do do what i need to or it just absolutely does not interest me to do it and i know theres absolutely no consequences to it looool. 
every now and then theres a day where i feel very unproductive and lazy and it feels like how it used to. a sort of growing annoyance at myself and feeling like a slug. idk some days i feel teleported back to like almost 4 years ago and idk what to do about it. i used to have a coping mechanism (?) where if i felt bad about stuff id just shower, wash my hair and put on new pjs and do something i wanted to do. it kinda put me in a clearer headspace and allowed be to get out of a slump for like 20 mins. u could call it self care or whatever but it genuinely was like washing the bad thoughts away and starting anew (is that the word) like i was able to think more rationally and get back into the semi real world but i was also doing it because i never used to have a proper shower routine, i used to go days without showering or getting out of bed for much and it kinda feels good to have this little reboot thing where i just shower to get me away from straying back there. 
idk. am i articulating well enough. ive written a lot i think. is there any more updates? nothing really apart from my growing disinterest in all things school lmao. anyway until next time i suppose (will probs be either never or like june lol)
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doomanddread · 4 years ago
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It feels like my life has been surrounded by death. even before I knew it. it feels like the grim reaper’s shadow is always in my doorway. but never for me- the one who begs for it. im reckless with covid because i simply dont care if i get it and die. it would actually solve my problems. and yet death lingers all around me. it takes and takes and takes. god takes everyone i love around me. and even typing that it scares me- to jinx it, to risk complaining now, when i know how much worse it could be. but today my heart was ripped out of my chest and died in my arms. i said good bye to my baby girl. my cat sunny. i dont care if you laugh. i dont care if you think im a joke. i am. thats the punchline. to watch the one you love die in your arms, to watch the life fade from their eyes, to know you did it, that i could have done so much more, she deserved so much more. she deserved so much more. she had so much life left. i want weed, i want cigarettes, i want vodka, i want a knife. i cant do this. i cant survive this again. and again. and again. i look up at the sky- you took her from me. you took my baby girl. you took my baby boy. you took my dad. amadeus- from now on were enemies. you’ve given me a shell of a life. you gave me a fucking piece of shit life. you gave me sickness, death, pain, agony, hatred, loss, a cage. why am i here? to suffer? i wasnt meanth for this- i am too weak, too pathetic, too scared, too broken. i can’t survive a life like this. tragedy after tragedy- and a brain that wants to kill me. why shouldn’t i let it? when the alternative is this fucking hell. i collapsed in the parking lot and shook from my sobs, sat there on my knees hyperventilating. no one cared. maybe i could have done this if i wasnt alone. maybe there would have been some solace. some peace. but you took that from me too. you wrecked me. i dont care that death is apart of life- you took her from me and the anger. the anger i feel could kill someone. i could wrap my hands around a throat and squeeze and squeeze until its done. i could take these fists and break someone else’s heart for once. i want everyone to suffer. i want everyone to feel what i feel. so many people- so many people have no idea what true pain is. so naïve. so godamn fucking lucky. just godamn motherfucking luck that separates me from you. i got saddled with this shit show. you got to live your life and see your dreams come true. i get to live with my mom and autistic brother, in a 2 bedroom aparment, without a career, without a car, without money, without a lover, without fucking anyone. i get to live a blackhole of a life. it’s just a darkness that keeps sucking everything in around me. you get fucking everything. and i hate you. i hate everyone for it. i hate every fucking person who gets to live a regular normal life, to fall in love, to go to college, to have a family. i fucking hate you. one day i wont be able to keep it tight in my chest, and itll blow and there will be casualties. and i dont care. i dont fucking care. you deserve it. you have everything and i have nothing. i count down the days, i watching them go by, every birthday, and im still here. still here to suffer. its hard to not want death when it follows you. when it takes everyone you love. take me too. why am i here, left behind? my life is not my own. my purpose is not my own. its to take care of my mom and brother. and i know that should matter. it should be enough. but its not. it leaves my trapped, hollow, empty. i watch as the world goes by. as the lives around me grow and flourish. and im still here. still losing. still losing and losing and losing. she was my princess. my beauty queen. and i failed her in every way. because of money. she died because we didnt have enough money to save her. and i will have to live with that for the rest of the wretched life. its not fair. its not fucking fair. there is no god. and if there is, hes the worst one of all. enemies. we are enemies. you took her from me and i wont ever forget it. you took everything from me over and over. she was innocent. a causality of my cursed existence. im so sorry. im so sorry. i will never... i will never forgive myself. i will never forget you. i will never forget my failure. and paying the ultimate consequence. a life. a pure life that deserved more. ill love you forever and always. my angel.
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gayerluke · 7 years ago
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sorry im gonna yell about my ex for a sec (ok it got real long sorry)
i guess when my ex broke up with me i didnt really process that she basically admitted to cheating on me, & i still haven't really processed that? like i always forget that detail but i guess it's kind of important. i cant believe how nice i was to her!! i let her live in my house for like MONTHS after she said she was planning to leave!! i wish i had been angrier, i deserved to be angry!! instead the toughest stance i was able to take was indifference. i begged her to come back bc i couldnt fathom how else i was gonna survive? i couldnt understand how she could change so much from the person i knew? i've made so many fucking excuses for her bc i didn't want to hurt her & i didnt believe she could be that uncaring but she sure fuckin was/is & it's not on me to forgive her when she's done nothing to repair the damage or even own up to it lmao. like i was upset that she didnt want to talk to me anymore bc i thought it meant that i had done something wrong but now im like just mad that she doesnt value me enough to feel like she owes me any apologies or explanations or anything. THEY (her & her weird friends? roommates? girlfriends? vegan furry vampire cult? who tf even knows) have always played it like im the monster, like i was making it a bad situation, but SHE was the one who did all this! & shows no remorse! i did nothing wrong, it's not my fault & i didnt deserve what she did to me.
i thought all i wanted was to be friends again but if she wont acknowledge that what she did was unforgivable then i prefer to forget her. i have been so kind & done so much to prevent her from feeling bad, but like..... even if you're sick you still deserve consequences for hurting other people? oh you feel bad oh you feel guilty, those arent unhealthy or irrational feelings when that's exactly how you SHOULD feel bc you are, in fact, guilty! you did a terrible thing! it is not on me to absolve you of that. why do i have to walk on eggshells around your feelings when you give zero fucks about mine?
she just fucked me over so bad!!!! like she with very little exaggeration ruined my life, i mean im trying to repair it but everything up until then was just garbage, almost a decade of my life down the drain, so many opportunities i missed! a third of my life just gone! & i think about her & i think about what she tells people when they ask her where she's from, when they ask why she moved there, does she tell the truth & say "oh yeah i forced my ex to move somewhere where she didnt know anyone, prevented her from making any friends, & then abandoned her in the middle of the desert"? does she call me her crazy ex? does she talk shit about me? like who am i to her? how is she remembering me right now? does she feel guilty, or does she feel free?
anyway she texted me the other day about some minor health concern with the dog she stole from me & i just didnt reply. i have nothing to say to her. her dog is her problem & if she wants money from me she can fuck off & stop pretending she's poor when her mom literally lives in a fucking mansion & will give her money whenever she wants.
& also im thinking about it bc im going on a second date tomorrow & like, i have no clue how to have a normal relationship! no clue, zero, zip, none. i dated one single person & i was with her for 8 fucking years. that’s a lot of baggage on its own lmao but also like. i dont know how to DO anything, i dont know how to be casual, i dont know how to not swallow someone whole. i dont know what a healthy relationship is bc i spent so many years just plowing through & pretending i could fix anything if i just held on tight enough!! it never occurred to me that it could end, that it WOULD end, or even that it should when it got bad. i just thought that’s what i had to work with & that’s what i had to do, ending it was never ever an option in my mind & yeah obviously that’s on me but what do i DO with it?
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