#just in case ;;;

[pointlessjey]

Take the shot

[youth-liberation-june]

i just wanted to say, if even one of these apply to u, u are also valid 🫂

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signs you were not doing well as a child:

you spent most of your time in your room/alone, not because you wanted to, but because it was the safest thing to do

you had to worry about whether you’d be able to eat safely that day, or if you’d be met with insults, attacks and/or being chased away from food

you wanted to inflict harm onto yourself and felt it was normal to want to harm you

you inflicted harm onto your body

you spent a long time having imaginary conversations in your head where you tried to prove somehow that you were not as bad as everyone make it seem, or that someone cares about you

you sank into obsessions in order to get thru whatever was going on

you felt as if you were barely making it thru, and if there was just one more thing you’d have to deal with, you wouldn’t be able to take it

you had wild fantasies about someone taking you away from all of this and taking you somewhere safe where you wouldn’t be despised

you never felt at home, you felt like you didn’t have a home

you looked for every possible place to hide, in order to feel safe for a little while, both to keep your enjoyment secret and in case of a danger, you needed to have a hiding place

you were scared of all of your enjoyment being taken away the second people found out

you had to spend more time doing chores or taking care of others, than you could spend developing your own friendships and life

you felt inexplicably and endlessly lonely, you dreamed of one day having friends and it felt unreachable, impossible, like asking for too much

you never cried, or hid when you cried, feeling ashamed and weak

you over-indulged into a tv show, or a computer game, or a piece of media, to the point where it didn’t feel like you lived at all unless you were interacting with it

sometimes the insults and the shaming you endured got to you to the point where you believed things would be better if you didn’t exist

you were constantly trying to check if your parents actually cared for you or not, and took any tiny hint of attention, even negative attention, as a possible proof that they might care, but you could never know for sure which it was

you were scared of getting abandoned, getting kicked out of the house, getting left on the street, you even tried to plan what you would do if it happened

you had moments when you felt like the worst person to ever live

you thought about ending your life, to stop the pain 

you felt guilt and shame so large, you thought there was nothing in the world that could possibly redeem you

you ran to hide when your family member would come home, you couldn’t bear being seen in ‘their part of the house’ (living room, dining room)

you were reluctant to admit anything that was bothering you to your parents or caretakers, because you already knew they would either blame you, or use it against you

you spiraled into dark thoughts, all on your own, telling no one

you experienced feeling so numb and lifeless, you didn’t know what was wrong with you, and it scared you

you couldn’t imagine yourself going far in the future, or accomplishing much at all, you felt it would be a miracle if you’re alive later on

you tried to blame yourself for anything that had ever happened to you, trying to get control over it, trying to make it so it doesn’t happen again

you got into media that is restricted for children (extreme violence, gruesome horror and gore, sexually explicit and sexually violent materials) and you absorbed it and told no one about it

you endured being harassed or violated by a predator and told no one about it

you were constantly scared of what everyone else was thinking and saying about you

you were ashamed of things you did and said and worried endlessly that somehow you caused something bad to happen

you felt as if your worst fear would always, always come true

[l0v3lylune]

wild life session 4 is so funny because grian and scar’s dynamic has just turned into divorced murder husbands who used to plot murders together but now plot murders AGAINST each other i love it so much

[victusinveritas]

[a-ferryman-a-day]

day 32 - ow my head -1hp -1hp -1hp

[bunabi]

Ever since I turned down my difficulty to get more takedowns i.e. more cool photo mode oportunities things have been less of a grind

Exploration makes me very tired, even as someone who's task-pilled and likes fiddly puzzles (this user liked the Hinterlands)

The rewards never really feel worth the trouble but I find myself pushing forward anyway so I can complete the area

I know I can just focus on story missions and blast through the game in a few days but I want the codex entries 🥲

[nekrosmos]

Can we talk about the smile on Nik's face when he sees Price and the boys during this scene ??

[escapetheslaughters]

Don't take Bloodmoon shopping 🛒🛍️

Don't take Bloodmoon shopping 🛒🛍️

DONT

TAKE

BLOODMOON

SHOPPING

DURING THIS TIME OF YE--

Damnit!!!

[captain-k8kat]

*me kicking my feet and twirling my hair* oh no spooky eldritch princess lady, don't kill me :)

[misscouchpotatobew]

GODZILLA SUCK DICK

[rivensbane]

emmrich and taash watching rook drown in a four foot deep pond

[om-rambles]

♡ Masterlist ♡

Lucifer

Sleeping in Lucifer's arms (245)

Always on his mind (499)

Mammon

Sharing your troubles with Mammon (188)

Mammon tries so hard (290)

Leviathan

Loving the gross smelly otaku (323)

The sin of envy (318)

Satan

Asmodeus

Asmo hates being kissed on the face (263)

Sharing candies through kisses (377)

Beelzebub

Beel was dangerous when he was hungry (221)

Belphegor

He slept to avoid the truth (337)

[sad-girl-hours23]

Rewatched the BuckTommy-centric scenes of “Confessions” since I had a bad headache when I watched it live.

The restaurant scene still feels like a fever dream…cause what was that?!

1. Personally, I don’t think the basketball game tickets were an unthoughtful gift because we know Buck doesn’t like to play basketball, but we don’t know that he doesn’t enjoy watching it/going to games. That being said, I could understand either interpretation if Buck never told Tommy he doesn’t like basketball, which would have been a perfect rom-com confession and call-back , but I digress

2. The comment from Buck about him noticing that Tommy didn’t look at the hot woman at the restaurant and Tommy explicitly stating he’s gay/a Kinsey 6. I mean, we already had Eddie specifically use the word gay in reference to Tommy and Buck didn’t dispute it. So was this for the benefit of the GA; remind them Tommy is gay and Buck is Bi? Are we really supposed to believe that Buck would have never previously asked Tommy if he had been with a woman? And on a slightly less serious (but still serious to me) note…this man who in the previous episode hyperfixated on a centuries old corpse?? He wouldn’t have any idea what the Kinsey scale is and where both him and Tommy fall on that?? 😅

3. My biggest wtf moment though was when Tommy was talking about Abby and ended with the fact that she had great hair?? Now why did they make him say that 😭😭😭😭

All in all, it still just doesn’t feel real?

And listen, I’m not going to fault anyone for not seeing/feeling chemistry between two characters and I see Buck and Tommy through fanon-tinted glasses and yes we were still getting to know them as a couple, hell they were still getting to know each other…but I did not see this coming at all, not right now. I’m not saying they had to be forever, but the only time we see Buck have to talk about his relationship is after Tommy “breaks up” with him (aka leaves him at the restaurant) and then the very episode where they break up?? Yeah, sorry I’m not seeing how it was obvious from the beginning 😒

I’ve lost my train of thought by now, so I’ll stop rambling 😂 I’ll just end it with this: I do hope, if it’s what Lou wants and it will be written well, that we do get Buck and Tommy back again, but I am grateful for what we got to have of them (present episode mostly excluded but I’ll be damned if both of them didn’t look good while breaking each other’s hearts 🥹🥹)

[zuzuelectricbugaloo]

Upcoming oneshot of Dude and Bruh/potentially Crepic completely new and different from my other WIPs bc my brain won’t cooperate 🥲 but here’s a little bit of it:

“You are nothing. You are worth nothing but what I have given you. Your power, your magic, your own name,” The bastard seethed.

No matter how much his false throat burned or he struggled to wrench his jaws open or force his voice to speak, his mouth remained shut with his Creator’s magic.

“I gave you a home. I gave you a name. I gave you a purpose to revere rather than squander yourself in mediocrity.”

Cross’s mana burned, marrow boiling him alive from the inside out, every ounce of his will fighting a losing battle against the invasive, overpowering magic of his Creator. His Determination sets him ablaze, running through his mana network, melting and burning with his own body screaming in agonized protest as he’s puppeteered.

“What gives you the right to this hubris that you deny your own glorious legacy?”

His straining wrist jerked, XGaster exerting his Will upon him and forcing his own trembling claw to circle the wrist of his right hand.

“To disobey your own Code, your glorious purpose, and for what? Those imperfect mirrors?!?” His protest was futile; his claw squeezed, tighter and tighter, around his trapped wrist.

“Wretched mutt…Have you forgotten the lessons?I’ve taught you? Such flagrant disobedience cannot remain unpunished.”

Cross’s Soul pounded, a war drum within his chest, but he was helpless to prevent the inevitable.

A dismissive flick of his wrist, and XGaster made him break his own claw.

His mouth was shut but he could still scream.

Cold, scowling eyelights regarded his tears with disgusted apathy. “I will not have my perfect future tainted. You will obey your Master. By any and all means necessary. Do I make myself clear?”

A detached claw grasps his chin. The sharp talons pierce his cheekbone and mandible, cruelly tugging his skull up to the looming figure of XGaster’s floating form.

“Sans?”

[the-storm-chaser]

There was both confusion and concern on her face as he began to explain, warping into disgust as he continued....yet this sounded...familiar. She had heard rumours on her travels, fragments of information that, while not a direct match, there were parts that lined up with one another.

Hemomancy. Noxian Hemomancy.

Magiks were not her area of expertise, so she couldn't say how or why they were similar...but to hear something along the same tangent....was it a coincidence?

'If...that mess occured...then is it a good thing that it died with them? To think if that ran rampant now...well...there would be dire consequences indeed.' She bit her lip, unsure if she should mention her line of thinking. Her next words were quiet, barely a whisper.

'...or ... did it truely die, I wonder?'

Perched on a stump, it could be seen that the fighter was sharpening a blade that clearly wasnt her own. Aside from the sound of stone grinding on metal, there was a silence in the camp, one that she had become accustomed to over the months. Outside of training sessions and other forms of tutilege, they left each other to their own devices. Idle chatter wasn't exactly expected, nor entertained most of the time, but a question had been simmering in the back of her mind. One that could make an exception to this expectation.

Her strokes slowed before she laid the sharpening stone beside her, inspecting the blade's edge for any signs of wear, and once satisfied, she returned it to its sheathe, pausing before her eyes flitted to her tutor.

'Sir...do you have a moment?' Her words were quiet, unsure how to break the silence and grimmacing when she did so.

@facemeandperish

[nervousmonolith]

figured out why i dislike the term non-man so much thanks random screenshot