#mending wounds

[darkobssessions]

Just talked for 24 minutes straight without taking a breath

I feel like the most important person in the world (sarcasm)

The reason I know my hypomanias are not entirely delusional is because I make progress on the same material from high to high, downloading further sequences of the code

This sounds like gibberish to you

I'll let you decode it

By the time you get even remotely close

I'll have rewritten it

I've got lyrical, sensual, real and terrible

There's beauty, there's bold there's old there's dead in the ground cold

My heart is within me

But its boundaries are wider than me

Making the whole world my house, everybody it it my spouse, next of kin, children and mouse in the garden, creatures big small, plain or mysterious my companions and this earth our home, a place of our own, habitat and humanity

Peace and promise finally in a hand to hand conversation that didn't end with a gun shot or a stab wound, a ripping of countries and families and people apart

But in I see you see me kind of way, I see you see me and I see me see you, we are not equal, and this is what tripped us up even when we escaped your grasp

We are not equal because we are different. And different does not mean the same property or possibility

Different means we can protect ourselves, and we can survive, and challenge and change and understand and become

Different means we can come together

Different means we can reset the table and really relearn

Different means not for some people and that's okay, if you leave all well alone aside from that

It's not hard to set the wrongs right with a single step at a time of understanding

A bridge burned, if it is the right one, is an incredibly freeing experience

From now on, what sort of behaviour is going with me through this portal?

What am I bringing to the dinner we will have after all is said and done?

What will I give my generational line to inherit to pull out and pass around that table?

What kind of world am I building?

What kind of person am I sending out for the battle?

Do I have a just cause?

Am I being bullied into silence?

Are innocents affected?

Can I stomach ignoring my gut?

What will I have to give up if I choose to say nothing now?

Will I be less present, less interested, more passive, more bored or lonely if I do not act in some way?

Is it worth it?

What's more worth it?

[tojisun]

god. big burly man like simon pulling you close to slow dance in your kitchen. and it’s cramped and the summer heat is unforgiving but he is so gentle, so beautiful, as he sways the two of you. you don’t even understand how this came to be—what pushed him to cradle you softly—but your heart twinges and your eyes water, and there is something incredibly sweet in dancing to the silence.

later, he will tell you this—i jus’ wanted to do it. it looked like the right thing to do with you.

​(or, simon doesnt know how to say goodbye so he leaves with you this one last memory.)

[euripidestrousers]

One thing I love so much about fanfiction is we have our own language where you can understand exactly what kind of story you're getting into without spoiling the plot.

It's a one bed AU: perfect, I'm in for get-together pining culminating in well-written smut.

I love it so much, I wish looking for books was this easy (I know there are search functions like that on some sites but it's just not the SAME)

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 82

You may be asking yourself after a night with no prompts, @geraskierfanficprompts, did you die? And the answer is, no, I only half-died (as in slept. For like 16 hours. I do not think I am well.) BUT ANYWHO LETS GOOOO Geralt is captured by Nilfgard, or whatever VOTW you want, it's up to whoever writes it, as always my dears, but without changes to the prompt, it would make most sense post-mountain Nilfgaard <3 Geralt knows Yennefer is expecting him back sooner, and because he didn't make it back in time, he knows damn well that Yennefer is currently tracking him down and will get him out. He just has to endure. He just has to wait it out. No matter what they say or do to Geralt however, he's not budging on any information. They remark that they have a way to get him to talk. Doesn't matter what they do. He just has to endure. He just has to wait it out. But then they shove in another person in chains, and when the person looks up, Geralt feels his heart drop to his stomach. "Jaskier.." "..Geralt." His hair is longer, and he's grown some stubble. He holds himself with much less confidence, and his eyes look weary and tired. They force Jaskier into a chair in front of Geralt, and Geralt can't even think of the implications he's so happy to see his bard, alive and well. ... Well-ish, he supposes. "Feel like sharing anything now, Witcher?" One asks, and Geralt suddenly comes back to reality, realizing their plan. Before he can even say anything, Jaskier laughs. A full-bellied, proper cackle, even throwing his head back for a moment. "As if! You truly made asses of yourselves! Geralt couldn't care less about me!" They grip Jaskier's hair and tug his head back. "Shut up, before we do it for you." "If you kill me, You'll only be doing both Geralt and me a favor." Jaskier says with a smile, and the man growls and sinks a knife into Jaskier's shoulder. "He's bluffing!" the man yells. Jaskier lets out a horrible little pained gasp at the knife, and his head falls forward as he starts to tear up. "I don't care if there's nothing of the bard left when you finish, as long as you get the butcher fucking talking!" Geralt is panicking. Not that anyone could tell. The rules were to endure. To wait. Yennefer can get him out. But sweet, poor, innocent Jaskier is about to be brutalized the more Geralt doesn't say. Even if he could endure, if he could wait, knowing deep down if he does nothing that it's safer for them, that they'll be saved, he knows he won't be able to. Because it's his Jaskier. He finally found him again, and his bard truly, genuinely believes Geralt would feel nothing but joy upon the minstrel's death. Geralt needs to get his bard out NOW, and he needs to make it all okay again. He needs to tell his Bard everything, he needs to apologize, he needs to kiss him, he needs to smell him happy and content again, he needs- The man stabs a knife into Jaskier's arm, making Jaskier shriek in agony. He needs to kill some people.

[astrowarr]

so now the only solo players are martyn (deranged red life who just lost all his friends and family permanently to a couple of green lives, who laughed and laughed as if they weren't filthy murderers) and scar (alone by his own design as he burns all his bridges, and shies away from every connection that could be anything more than just simple, clinical allyship)

[spliqi]

healer higuchi theory is waking me up to all kinds of higusano possibilities. if she really was assigned to akutagawa because of his illness then that would mean it’s both of their jobs to heal people who are on the verge of death. hmm

[focsle]

So thrilled that I can listen to Agnes Obel again without immediately getting the sense memory of the last person I was dating breaking up with me at like, 8am via text while I was listening to her during my commute looool I am So Healed now. So healed for real.

[thebruno65]

Mending Your Double Wounds (A Karen x Sato Fanfic)

2 months after failing to kill Natsumi Kuzuryu and getting left by Mahiru Koizumi, Haruka Sato, while after a therapy session with Miaya, encounters a unique girl that catches her interest and tries to discover what she is trying to hide.

This is the first ever Kisato (Karen x Sato) Fanfic you'll ever see, i am personally very proud of this work myself and thought that i did a good job.

But if there are any criticisms you may have about it, please comment them, i am trying my best to improve as a writer and your word can help out a lot. And hey, you're also free to ask out any questions you have about it!

Anyways, Kisato Peak

[improbable-implosions]

A little mend here that I was pleasantly surprised worked, I fixed the fraying bits on my book-shaped wallet! Figured that red thread works quite well with the themes of War of the Worlds.

First up, we've got some simple stitches perpendicular to the edge of the wallet, think a blanket stitch but the thread doesn't run through the loop created. Honestly, there are probably more complex ways I could have stitched that vinyl "leather" back onto the fabric and cardboard of the book structure, but I figured these simple stitches would be faster, and work just fine.

Second, on a slightly larger tear on the "spine" corner, I did some randa stitching! This actually draws from a style of embroidery I'm almost completely unfamiliar with, most popular in Brazil, so I may be labeling it wrong. If you know better, let me know! It's a sort of baseball-stitching like process, I was roughly following this video as a tutorial: https://vm.vxtiktok.com/t/ZT8TNMKw9/

and also this one to understand how to get started: https://vm.vxtiktok.com/t/ZT8TNrMML/ (Excuse the tiktok links, but I am not immune to the allure of short video on occasion! I even have posts of my own, every now and again)

I actually need to do similar rim-lining on the other three corners, as the adhesive is starting to come off, and that'll hold it still enough to solve the problem.

Also, some miscellaneous adventures in hemming patches properly! A process that proved MUCH simpler once I found my rolled hem foot. These two patches came out quite good, actually! straight stitching, for the most part, and relatively even folds.

It was much simpler to get the hems just so on a larger patch like this one, thankfully! I'm actually really pleased with the way this one in particular came out, and hopefully, I can make something pretty with it on the thigh of the jeans it goes with. (yes, that's why the patches are numbered, so I can keep track of where they go in the stack!)

Even despite how well things went overall with the patches, I still fumbled, got a bit hasty in trying to get the corner of one of the later patches through the machine. Said haste had me trying to shove shove, cram cram the fabric through the foot to get it hemmed, turns out, don't do that! Results in bending the needle on my machine! Oof!

Luckily, the machine came with some spare needles, so it only slowed me down a little bit!

[passthroughtime]

kuwagami sunday

i'm not dead

the usual tags @jichanxo @four-white-trees @overdevelopedglasses ♡

“Huh?” That seemed to pull Kuwana out of whatever ass he was hiding in. His voice was a sudden thunder, sounding louder than Kuwana maybe aimed at, as his next words were quieter, “The hell are you talking about? I asked you to do a totally opposite thing. And you decided to ignore it. The only fucking thing I asked you to do, ever.”

He sighed heavily, anger and exhaustion. Yagami could hear a couch creaking under Kuwana’s weight, and turned his gaze towards his direction. Sitting almost half-folded onto himself, shoulders fallen, Kuwana hid his face with both hands. Yagami rolled his eyes; now that was an overreaction.

After a couple moments, when Kuwana reached for his e-cig, Yagami could see his face clearly for the first time this evening.

His face looked… grayer with weariness, a stark change to what Yagami had seen of him just recently. Kuwana’s face lost color and luster that he wasn’t supposed to have in his situation in the first place anyway; he looked older, and only the vape was able to make him look less ancient.

Yeah, Yagami was right. That really felt like an overreaction.

[vilochkaaa]

the sillies :p

[cleanfreaktisha]

If you could attend college, what would you study? Unrelated to the previous question, what was the ugliest thing you’ve ever seen?

Biology and Anatomy, most likely!

The human body is fascinating!

Oh, and… does Dandy count?

〔Sight Back! 9/10〕

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Karkat: TRUTH OR DARE?

Sollux: dare

Karkat: I DARE YOU TO KISS THE HOTTEST PERSON IN THE ROOM YOU WEENIE HUT GENERAL

Sollux: hey feferii

Feferi, blushing: yeah?

Sollux: could you move? ii’m tryiing to get two aradiia

[stonerzelda]

spiritfarer is a game i truly believe everybody should experience but as for myself i think i can only handle ever playing it once. Every now and again i remember it and i am instantly frozen under the weight of grief from the memory of each story alone. Pinned down and completely encumbered with emotion

[mademoiselleparapluie]

Mending like a wound

[blackberryjambaby]

have i posted before about how my mother planted a thornless blackberry vine in her garden & i ate some of its fruit this summer & it was sickeningly sweet. theres a deeply personal poem there somewhere i just don't know the words