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[formyhyperfixation]

Collection: Plushia Shenanigans

[leyza-haide]

Love? Love? Just like Mob!

[tonyscottchord]

Jerry Maguire + my first watch live reactions

+ bonus:

[ddarkcrown]

one night in helsinki moodboard

[all-or-nothing-baby]

i saw the tv glow and took a breath that was the and biggest most satisfying lung-full of air in forever and a day oh that O² oh me oh my and oh hell how i simultaneously choked asphyxiated suffocated so utterly and so completely to the sound of my own slow death but somehow still managed to drag my stiff bones home to the place that is safe though that word has a different meaning for me yet now here i am i am here stuck like a pig on a spit roasting myself in the very room i allegedly live in and can't stop won't stop staring at my notself my very wrong reflection in the cruelly mirrored on/off too-big screen friend and am crying and crying and smiling and smiling because maybe just maybe there is still time for me and for him there is there is there is is there is there is there though where is it i can't see it can't see that time and what if it's because it's run out actually run away from me what then what then what oh how about this i could just stop time again and make art of the way i've been destroyed and put back together a billion times a day all day everyday ad infinitum for my too-many years on this mad spinning rock yes what about this and what about that how about if i draw something write something with all of the snot and the tears and the sweat and the blood and the piss and the shit all of it because it is everydamnwhere all over the place hanging around or hanging on wait no no wait i know i'll just sit here instead and write this void post to my phone from my head to my phone like i'm dead dead already then i'll scramble myself like the egg that i am to wipe my face clean and put on an old shirt and comfort show and some graces whilst having at it and apologising more and again to everyone all of them every thing living dead in both worlds real and not both the ones in my head and in each and every universe the multi quantum static channel and say sorry so sorry i'm so so sorry for that and for this and for hernotmehim for your fiction and mine and for the terribly simple and complex horror that is my hellish existence a blight on all yours but it's okay even though it's really not really no more please i can't well okay just one more time yeah it's okay it's alright i'll just keep smiling keep breathing and keep dying again yeah just like this just like that because hey it's okay as it is always 10.30pm on a saturday night somewhere, right?

[beyourownanchor6]

*buck looking to eddie suggestively as they brush their teeth*

buck: are you a bottle of toothpaste? cause i’m squeezing out every last drop

eddie: buck it’s 7am

[everoutoftouch]

[wheucto]

novocaine* or whatever his name was

[steeplescollapsed]

its a strange thing to know yourself.

to understand what's happening in your head,

to recognise the patterns you're retracing again,

and know that you will do nothing about it.

to know that you'll still follow the same path each time.

like red riding hood, walking her way to the wolf

in the same way every time you hear the story.

like its all pre-planned, all written down,

and i'm just re-reading the script.

here we go, down the path into the forest,

watching the world get darker,

never changing the direction my feet take me,

always heading to granny's house.

and i know i'll escape, because i always do.

the wolf always gets split down the middle,

and i always crawl out of his belly,

and my cloak will stay stained red with his blood

for the next time i decide to go walking in the forest.

28th April 2024, by me

[fatummortem]

@positivelybeastly continued from x

ㅤㅤWhile waiting for Hank to get a moment, Bobby realizes it's be a very long time since he's heard his friend sing. He's always sung while working hasn't he? Bobby's lips press together in thought as he pulls his smoothie away. Visiting Hang at work after he left the X-Men had been a different setting entirely, not a lot of time of feeling comfortable in private or with your friends around.

ㅤㅤBobby's blue eyes jerk upwards when he hears the shock in Hank's oh. The fact his friend looks utterly floored, any other time Bobby would take it as reaching an unknown challenge. Just to get that expression on his friends face. But the fact, Bobby thinks, it's just from his appearance? The realness of the disbelief causes him to realize just how much of a bad friend he's been.

ㅤㅤSure, life's been busy. Being on separate teams makes everything more difficult. Takes a lot of effort to rearrange things. Make the time. He's done it, he has that ability. He should have made time for Hank too.

ㅤㅤA cheerful smile curves over his lips. " I'm getting the hang of it, it's nice . Krakoa's different from the school, more enjoyable. More ways to help other mutants... " He pauses a few moments to get his thoughts together.

ㅤㅤ" I feel that I'm actually getting a handle on myself. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHow about--? "

ㅤㅤHe's doing it again, pretending he doesn't notice something. He thought he'd gotten better at not doing it.

ㅤㅤBobby let out a breath, the only sign of his nerves is a faint icy vapor trail mixed within his exhale. Another glimpse of it shows seconds later as Bobby looks down, gripping his straw & tugging at it gently, making it look like he's stirring it instead of it being a tick.

ㅤㅤWhat does he even say? Words only go so far & he's found actions are better or a mixture. Would words even matter? Which ones? There are so many jokes or light japs that flow through his mind, he has to push that urge back before they start popping out.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe's gunna wing it. He's good at that right?

ㅤㅤ" I'm sorry, Hank. " Bobby gives him a sad smile, it slowly reaches his blue eyes. " Do you have time to talk? I have a few hours before I have to head out... " His hand raises to rub the back of his head bashfully. " It feels like we should. "

[mischiefmanifold]

I actually think it's really weird that Tourette is the only neurodevelopmental disorder with a diagnostic cutoff age.

It's common knowledge, medically, that tics can be dormant until triggered by environmental factors such as trauma/stress. Additionally, individuals can have a sudden increase in tic frequency in adulthood after a period of few/no tics since early childhood when tics are usually less noticeable.

Scientific evidence says that tics are caused by tic disorders and tic disorders alone. Other involuntary movements may be mistaken for tics, however, which is why it's important to increase public awareness and knowledge of other types of involuntary movement (like dystonia or myoclonus).

I had my first tics when I was 7 or 8 that I can remember, and I may have had other tics before that as well. My theory is that my Tourette was triggered by traumatic events in my childhood and when the trauma and stress died down, so did my tics (they didn't go away though). When the quarantine first started in 2020 (I was 15) I was so stressed with school and my boyfriend being in the mental hospital that my tics came back full force (unfortunately, this was during the height of the "functional tics" craze) and have been significantly present ever since.

[sparkveins-a]

@thenextchapterbegins gets a 42 miles starter!

"do you have to be so loud? i have a major headache right now.."

[neo-classico]

🗯

[thejavavoid]

Hamato Yoshi had no idea what was happening.

Hamato Yoshi wasn't even his name anymore. Now, according to a small orange turtle, his name is Splinter. 

He stared down at the four turtle children laying asleep in his lap.

"Don't be afraid. I'll keep you all safe, boys. You're alright here." 

The orange turtle- whom he decided to name Michelangelo- chirped in his sleep. Michelangelo didn't talk much. None of the four did, really, unless it was necessary. Leonardo and Donatello- who were the blue and purple turtles- seemed to talk the most. 

Yoshi- Splinter had no idea what these kids had been through, but he was sure it was nothing good. When he first found Leonardo, half of his face was severely burned, and he was actually being beaten. What sort of monster would do that to a child?

…

Splinter already knew the answer to that.

"Don't worry, you four. It'll be okay." He checked to make sure the boys' makeshift bandages were in place, and that Donatello's leg wasn't being bent. 

Was he being punished? Surely he had to have done something horrible in a past life to live one like this. Turned into a monster, cast out of society, forced to survive in hiding.

Splinter sighed as he looked at the boys. 

His boys. 

Maybe not all of this was a punishment.

Maybe these four were a blessing. A start of a new life, a new family. He had the chance to try again, and to be better this time. 

As the four children rested, Splinter swore to himself that from then on, he would protect them. He would be their father. 

And he would always keep them safe.

[agayconcept]

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