#tje peace signs

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⠀♩⠀⠀‿‿⠀⠀❀⠀⠀⠀﹒⠀⠀⠀꒷꒦⠀⠀⠀Ꮺ ֶָ۪ ⠀⠀⠀﹐ how many sleepless nights ?

› in which ;; you, the prefect of nrc endure numerous restless nights staring into the starry sky

› containing ;; gn!reader (no mention of gender or pronouns other than you/yours) ; malleus draconia, epel felmier

› disclaimer ;; this is mostly self indulgent bc ive been unable to sleep well bc of paranoia n such but that's not explicitly mentioned in tje fic so like. it can be for wtv reason fits u!!

beyond the shadows of dreams — malleus draconia.

malleus first notices these odd tendencies you were yet to display in your first meetings ; slurred speech, red eyes, constant yawning. although he may be a fae prince, malleus is no stranger to clear signs of exhaustion. having witnessed it many times growing up around silver. although he will not explicitly call you out on such matters, he is not one to let his dearest child of man suffer. lilia has sebek observe you, only managing the act of convincing him by claiming that it would bring malleus great pleasure to see the ramshackle prefect in good health, malleus begins to give you things to assist with sleeping. ofcourse, lilia had to advise him in that department.

noise cancelling headphones, a weighted blanket, literally the softest pillows and plushies in all of twisted wonderland, full on offers to repair ramshackle just so you could sleep in peace?? honestly bae if ur still sleep deprived after allat i dont know how to help. all in all, malleus is trying. it brings him joy to see you in good spirits, afterall, you are the only one who has given him a chance. the only one to not fear him.

time flies, i always miss you — epel felmier

epel's had to endure a strict no-exceptions sleeping schedule for practically most of his life. between helping out with his grandmother's harvest and pomefiore, there really was never any room for sleep deprivation. that being said, epel probably learnt a number of techniques from granny felmier. back when he was young epel never really thought theyd be that useful. however now? those stray thoughts might as well be forgotten now that he gets to use these techniques on you.

epel would never admit it, however, he cant help but feel a new sensation in his heart taking care of you. even if it took alot of convincing vil to allow you to sleep in pomefiore, epel absolutely adores the time he gets to spend with you late into the night. pillow talk while the two of you are half asleep, likely not even making proper sentences despite those half hours being the most meaningful conversations the two of you will have.

[fangirlfrom-hell]

The Funeral || Jay and Will Halstead x Halstead Sister

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠 (I'm so relieved I found this one)

One of my hamsters passed away early in the morning and it was a bit dramatic. He died of old age, he was 2 and a half years. I've been crying all single day, nonstop. I was also planning on going out to skate this afternoon, but I couldn't. I wrote this thinking about him, of course. Ugh, I'm way to affected by this. I hope you read this story until the very end.

Even when he was profundly asleep and deep into his dreams, Jay's eyes snapped open and jumped when he visualized the face of his sister very, very close to him.

-"Jay". She kept repeating and moving him by the shoulder. Her eyes were red and her tiny face all wet, but it was hard to notice. It was dawn and the sunbeams coming through the window weren't that strong to illuminate the room.

Still half asleep and feeling confused, Jay couldn't do anything but blink fast and rub his face trying to wake up. It was until Becca talked again that he noticed she was crying.

-"Jay, something's wrong with Gus".

He put on his shirt and next thing he was leaning towards the hamster's cage.

-"See? He doesn't move".

Indeed, the small orange animal was still in one of the corners, his heavy breathing was notorious because the sides of his belly were moving very fast. His black eyes were almost closed. Jay had the idea to give the rodent a sunflower seed, but he didn't take it even when it was his favorite treat.

-"How old is he, Becc? I don't recall when you adopted him"

-"About two years old...I got it when mom got sick".

He turned to look at his sister with a bit of pity in his eyes. He didn't know a lot about hamsters, but it was sure that two years was a very advanced age for these kind of pets.

-"Alright. Let me search a bit, maybe we can find a clue about what's going on with Gus". He reassured the girl by touching her shoulder and went back to the couch to pick up his phone. The clock marked 6:20am, too early to take it to tje vet. He googled whatever came to his mind: Why is my hamster breathing very fast? or My hamster is struggling to move and also How to know if my hamster is dying. He scanned a lot of articles gathering any information that could be useful for the case.

-"Becc, it says it could be something about abrupt temperature changes..."

-"But he-- is always warm-- enough". She managed to say between sobs.

-"Right. Um, I don't think it would hurt to put something like a small blanket in his cage. Wait--". He dissappeared into his room and after a lot of noises came back with a sock in his hands: "Here. This might help". His hopes were very low, but it was worth trying.

Gus simply didn't heed about the sock. Instead, he tried to move around the cage, stumbling with each object on it. He tried to climb his little house-castle, but failed. He kept walking, struggling to move his hind legs, until he fell over the plate of food. Instinctively, Becca tenderly took him out of there.

-"Jay, he's very cold". She sniffled, getting more upseat as seconds passed. The girl placed the hamster in the table, but this time he couldn't even hold himself up. "Jay!" Becca cried loud.

Her brother knew that was the final sign: Gus was going to die and there was nothing to do about it. He grabbed the animal putting his both hands together. There, the hamster began to take his last breaths, which was a very hard scene for Becca to witness.

There was only one way of saying, the fastest the better: "Sweetie, Gus is dying".

She knew it, but was unable to say a word. Jay passed the little body to his sister and it gave the last breath in her little hands. Immediatly, Becca seeked for her brother's arms and started bawling.

The first rays of sunlight began to enter through the window and dimly illuminated the rodent.

-"He--looks so--beutiful--and in--peace". She sobbed still attached to the detective.

-"Yes, he does. But we should cover him, Becc. Just let me..." He released his sister for an instant and procedeed to tenderly put the hamster inside of the sock.

-"We are going to bury him...".

-"Of course".

Becca started weeping once more, her feelings were very volatile : "...make a funeral and all. Gus deserves it. Call Will, he should be here too".

-"I'll tell you what. Later we'll go out to buy a plant and a cute flowerpot to bury him in there, it will be as a new home for him. We can leave it in the window and that way you will always be close to him. But right now is still too early and you really need to rest". He tucked her hair behind her ears to clear her face. He also tried to wipe the tears, but there were so many more comming out of her big eyes.

The two siblings sat in the living room couch. Becca settled her head on her brother's chest and quicky fall asleep, snnifling from time to time. Jay sent a text to Will before threwing his head back to rest.

It was already the evening. The colorful flowerpot and the suculent cactus Becca chose for Gus were placed on the table, right next to his cage. Even when the hamster was covered inside of the sock, the little girl couldn't help to cry whenever she saw the spot. Actually, her crying had been intermittent along the whole day, something notorious in her pink puffed eyes and pronounced baggy eyes.

The name Hailey Upton appeared on Jay's phone screen and he twisted his mouth as soon as he read the text:

See you later?

The whole Intelligence unit was going to gather at Molly's and he had forgotten about it. He wasn't in the mood, anyway. Jay was also feeling a bit down, not so much for the animal, but for his sister. They were very attached, so it was easy for him to absorb and be affected by her amotions. It was also important for him to stay by her side, he felt it was his responsability to make her feel secure. So it wasn't hard to answer back to his girlfriend:

I have to organize and attend a funeral.

By the time the sunset came, the orange rays of sun trespassing the windows gave a touch of solemnity to the atmosphere. Becca was wearing a formal black dress and shiny shoes of the same color. Jay put on the clothes he would usually wear for a trial day, only without a necktie. When Will arrived to his brother's appartment, he noticed his little sisters' glassy eyes from the distance and walked right straight to hug her: "I'm sorry, Becc. I know how much you cared for Gus".

-"He was my friend". She stated with a lump in her throat.

-"Alright. We should start".

The three Halstead siblings positioned themselves in front of the cage. Becca was in the middle, half a step in front of her brothers. Will fixed his necktie while Jay lit a candle, it was a touching scene to see them this united. Becca was about to start speaking, but got interrupted by the doorbell.

-"That's weird"Jay frowned: "Hold on a sec".

Confusion was evident in his countenance when he opened the door and saw Hailey and Trudy Platt on the other side.

-"Hey! Sorry to interrupt". Hailey started talking in a low voice: "Everybody was asking for you at the bar and when I told them why you couldn't go, well...we decided to come over".

The rest of the detectives started to arrive ony by one from the side of the hallway.

-"I hope we're not late, bro". Kevin said as soon as he showed up.

-"Not at all. We were actually about to start". Jay fully opened the door to let them all in: "Becc, you have visits".

Platt was carrying three boxes in her hands: "I brought cinnamon rolls for the outcome".

-"And I got everything to prepare hot chocolate". Kim passed with a bag in her hands: "Hot chocolate eases the pain". She winked to her friend.

Becca's lower lips started quivering, she was moved by the presence of her brother's friends. Even Hank Voight attended the ceremony and shared some words with the grieving girl: "I'm so sorry for your loss. I'm sure it was a great pet".

-"He was, indeed". The youger sibling muttered with puffy eyes.

Adam, Kim, Kevin, Platt, Voight and Hailey gathered around the cage, standing up around the Halsteads ready to start the funeral.

Becca cleared her throat before her speech, but it didn't help at all to her shaky voice and chocked sobs: "Gus--you were named-- after the mouse from Cinderella. Mom--helped me picked your name--because it was our favorite movie". After the mention of their mother, Will squeezed her shoulder. -"You were always there--for me--during good and--hard times. You always made me feel a--ccompanied even during the time I was a--lone. You al--ways helped me re--member my mommy". Jay and Will shared a painful look. -"Thank--you for listening to--me at all ti--messs, for kee-ping my se-crets, and ta--king away my so--rrow. I don't know wh--what I'm gonna do with--out you in my room, it will be so emp--ty. I fffffeel empty. You were so--good to me, I just hope I--was good for you too. I hope you had a good life, I did my-- best. I--already miss you so--much. Now my mommy--will take care of you. I'm sure she miss-ed you. I--love you and I al--ways will". She ended with an attack of hiccups.

The room was in complete dead silence. Burgess was swallowing hard trying to avoid the tears to roll down her cheeks. On the other hand, Hailey being closer to the family, couldn't avoid it. Voight was standing with his hands on his pockets staring at the floor, Kevin next to the boss with his crossed arms and tight lips. Everyone in the room was touched in a way by the little Haltead speech.

After a few seconds of pause, Becca turned yo face Jay, who was freezed, deep into his toughts.

-"It's time to..."

-"Sure, sorry". He opened the cage and fondly took the hamster out to carefully place him inside of his new spot.

Becca got closer and grabbed some soil with a hand shovel to start burying him, but she paralyzed at the image of her little orange friend wrapped in the sock already half buried. She stared at her brother and slowly moved her head from one side to another, saying no.

-"Do you want me to do it?" He asked already proceeding.

Silent tears quickly transformed into a strong bawling for Becca. Will rushed to hug her and she hid her face in his shirt, leaving it all wet.

When Jay finished planting the cactus over the buried body, he opened the jar of sunflower seeds and took one tu put it over the fresh soil of the tumb: "Thank you, Gus, for taking care of our sister". He said outloud, from the bottom of his heart. He knew the hamster was important for her, but he never imagined how much.

-"Yes, thank you very much". Will followed his brother's idea and then passed the jar to Becca. The girl kissed the seed before leaving it in the place. The dynamic was supposed to stop there, but Hailey affectionately took the jar from the girl's hands and made it roll until every single person in the room did the same gesture.

With the ceremony being over, everybody got comfortable and found a place to sit between the kitchen chairs and the small living room. Becca sat in the sofa, laying over Jay who was holding her as tight as he could. She was physically devastated and tired, her big eyes looked small after all the crying, some silent tears were still rolling eventually.

Hailey was sitting on the other side, with her hand touching her leg as a soothing gesture: "You took good care of him, you shouldn't doubt it. He had a very long life for a hamster".

-"Now he's a plant" Her voice was broken and raspy: "And he has a new little house".

Every now and then, Jay and Will crossed their eyes and stared at each other for a fragment of seconds. It was enough to know they were affected by her sister's words and the mention of their mother, the same ideas going around their minds, meaning they would have a conversation as soon as they find themselves alone.

Trudy, with a cinnamon roll in her hand, bent to be at Becca's height and offered the piece of bread: "I know you like these a lot". Her smile was so warm it would melt the poles.

Following Platt, Kim stretched her hand with a mug of hot chocolate: "And this will help to ease your heartache, trust me".

Thanks for reading. If you liked it, it would help my soul if you give it a like, comment or share. 😌♡

♡ A video of my buddy happily moving his whiskers, because I want you all to have this mental image of Gus (Altough his name wasn't it):

[agapesophy]

The Self help for drunken fifth bigger November!

Too negative maybe!

Page one:

The comforting abyss of the number of crime news parasiting devouring typify them typical news! Fifth Edition prohibition to better mock fourth edition wronger!

Chapter comfort to wrongerness!

How could you judge the great Crowsby form known slanderous Ciosbell as I seen Jerry Springer aka the gay cockler.

The futility of timing is outside our power of understandings because who say complaint is a sanity they were prepared for because tolerance might be typical before the rage of justice that ain't them the Lovecraft number of hop Scotch justices that lady into lighter birds of feather to best of 500 beats as second who shock them when done flockkng of the power of lady's lesser error in the air that lead the number of ladies who show off as if the wind smacking their headsremoving of wrinkles so happy joy and means to breathe hitting them too hard the slaying rape of insects splater wrong of plague beating them masochistically the side Way of Greater Justice smacking upon lady red bluff of injury upon faces blush because that ain't what you think carry them off to the or grooming way they don't know it they just carry off by those fool lights to make man hate witchcraft that don't have motive to anyone understand to reason but moved ladies that say,

this wrong maybe plan they know it worse but that is all just wrong they suffer like that unable to wake from slumber of insects squished in their teeth cracks wrong but fine maybe because who.can make compliant to justice that wrong her so carried off in the air signs of grrater error the who more wicked type of justice that retire to a justice everyone hate but might understand why it had to wrong us knowing the madness of greater justice taught us to accept Justice so dead wrong but we understand it to not go competely mad what it do because the greater justice can't be understood it's rape of the mind saying,

Why do this to us to make us know existence is wrong becuade it evil to reach us the lesser justice as if that better to now accept fear of what wrong but at least it is wrong enough to fear as if rational of any kind of causality that matters!

We can fear the wrong of it and so the greater justice that can't be feared the madness of that rape it teach us fear is good for its enjoyment of justice that torture us but it is why it come back so we suffer good for man to suffer to come up to the flying mystery of the peaceful surrendered away the lady Brians raped better than man knows can be right for anything to the birds carried way reason as if it had any rhyming to begin witht that they fly away wrongfool to the lovefool lights that is a love craft justice of ladies!

Who ain't the light of scientology's prediction of Lovecraft justice so inappropriate that madness typicalical ruin man for naught but consumed in the false light that was sexual wronging the snoring sexual release unable to see why pleasure so wrong to she who didn't know he drank it too! Oh happy wrong together! It's plumbing Romeo and Juliet wrong together for the bed and greater Justice to the mock darker for you!

Even him in the dead lights for each one as his cruel slumber to sleep fuck each lady victim to the number of forty obedience to the greater Justice and the food lights the ladies ate to be his delightful Joy at the end to have eaten up with the ladies barf out as loving gifts a birds.that lucky to love thee!

Greater Justice cry in the madness that no could fear justice cam.wrong.anyone before the greater justice thatade us fear a lesserJustice of fear itself.the only fear itself before the cry enough to the fool lights of madness love of lie.for.greater.jusitce to barf madness at us no more fear of tje rape so wrong our brain pain because he did't know why it so dark he love drugged wrong after she is so they don't know.greater justice cruel to sleep walk fuck by a greater gay Justice that suffer him saying,

free me to his own sleeping gay complaint having fucked the ladies slumbering as his lesser wrong to ghost disrespeced way gay slumbering wrong so strange sleeping sexualized to his unstoppable illness he cry none will ever save him from until old and blind be bet why not respect a black jello wrong enough to complaint so Anyone can speak of ouch worse for me as her love craft justice comfort his way to say nothing of taboo because no one will understand the puppet master piece of labor to deprive biology of understanding of why to fear oniy that is justice he fear not nearly wrong enough to him to fear gay of him shamed to ask no way!

why more none paranoid way of more worthy the fear that make man scream wrong like a lady way who thought greater justice empathy not sympathy enough for lady to wrong gay man to his asking for it in his slumber the gay cockler way is woken world to get him for sleep fucking to his woe not again wrong by gay one who heard him ask for it in his sleep while sleep fucking each lady less wronged indeed so wrong his gay asking in his sleep!

Ehile he sleep he ask for gay sex with the hidden gay cockler to appear who say each time he is just fucking asking for it!

The sleeper fucker of sleeping lady hate asking for gay relation actioms as he must be awake in the real sight world to wrong of him!

Bow dare he do it when he knows I sleeping why not wait so I can best.ejth my fist who take as advantage of me in my sleep because my asking for gay relationship in my sleep so happy anf gay is not feeling good but shameful ouch but if I say no he say it a civil matter because he say you say that in your sleep so it don't count while he forced upon by madness of her greater justice love crafted way of her black puppet wrongfool way upon me some.how wrong the in ward man animal more than the lady.slumber wronged by the complaints that understand the number of black crime that art just asking for gay race crime in his sleep in the waking world having proven a white gay lover by genetic tests he way wrong to hide and leave so I can't figure out how he sneak up to hear my subconscious asking me in my slumber for gay action as why do I hate me?

This greater justice who think it more real to not understand fear of what behind it all so wrong of greater justice way to love a lesser justice it teach us for one lucky fear what one can understand avoided able injury justice allow us escape so wrong to us as everyone mock saying it good for man to make him not know why justice ain't worse than nothing and why nothing better maybe too because she who fly bewitched by fool lights swamp.gas that the fory lady can spit out a fool dead corpse of so gay a light for her flight she to live through some how,

For a flock lady bird gas smelly of wrong to ladies shamed before his love of greater justice smelt of their wrong smelled throughout his nose of wake up so I can stop the gay cockler in the waking world more wrong than normal justice eating the fool light rewards for it way!

Who fuck a black man to doubt fear as who love justice to fear wrong before the love craft flame wrong to teach what evil greater justice thinks that teach man without madness concussion and fear justice is never enough wrong for you to doubt it can't ever not get worse as whatever justice can't know that rape him worse than a bad apple made victim so proudest of justice who take picture for greater justice to make happy her vacation holiday maybe.or what?

Click!

So wrong a soul maybe stolen some might say so because it print out slanderous possible crime photoshopped with a minicomputer because this camera is sold by the Greater.justice LLC the madness wrong us who lack it!

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Prefer face too wrong so put it behind the wrong upper part.

Evil Brian pain of wrongfool news fest be careful.maybe you skip as the above written to comfoet me.ad.the recall of wong in past wow of why is wrong!

Irrelevance of irrationality unresolved hurt of lady preferences as wrong! why give man knowledge of what can't be justice to me because no way!

Victims and God plot with villain tador why? Because traditions that make man wrong is a lady thing of oppressive drama thing wrong to me maybe for now? Because no I avoid possibilities of too many living because the dead are mightier more kind to prevent my snore wrong to you!

The living rage to friendly power when dead because they friendly my guides because what the number of dead victims having no corpses make care to Dance with more dead of snoring who are kinder grooms because it their way and whatever the dead don't bother my way but you know my wicked appearance is the my sleeping before silence of the dead who trick you to make you think an appearance evil! So why think you out smart what you can't as they need be seen to be mightier all knowing common you fool lights but I ain't smarter either as I don't think so! The propaganda of the news that love bullshit fool lights are right of vampire to feed off you so wrong!

What wrong a man?

A lady might not know?

The number of a lady is Forth edition!

Rational no to you! I judge not!

I am scared by my failure to understand peer groups that ain't mine because I learn to trust as it judged them how? I don't understand them but different people that were going to die anyway are typically picked for me making it easier to have fewer friends that way especially lady friends I do fear the number of lady heards that become victim group to make a social crime that makes is tragedy chosen for a man say 39 victims ain't tragedy enough when one victim ought to do me in but the burden of forty lady victims makes it a crime to lactating cereal Justice when enough I say so wrong the madness of lady Drama I can not understand because crime is a trap that wrong political refugees in a zoo!

The Lucky ones might have a judge to help understand what happened, so I upset about the drama of justice wrong to any man who prefer just to be a tragedy by choice because one asking to be but accepting the safety of my solitude is better because love is a lie that make a man corpse for saying he don't know love is a lie that make him lie down dead one day. Rip 🪦 the grace.of his peace without drama because he can't understand it!

Sports and market competition as salesmenship and the struggle striving to suffer man who so better in his ignorant self worth given him to make indifferent ambition that confidence competition victory and the proud of better the strenger man and pride the power to win the lady a better means to provide and prove your worth of love to be be justice to a lady to honor!

She is comforted by his efforts so she yeilded as if not made victim of conceit to suffer ladies the number of crime victims made wrong by reaching the number ladies demands of his preference taboo that taught him his way is if the diplomacy that wrong lady is not the complaint of her surrender but the number of ladies made victim to a number?

When it the crime of the number of ladies say so in drama of what that might be because height have no idea what man doing as he wish to oppress the way the ladies wish so thought his way is allowed because she so weak a lady to allow oppression pleasing her to ask a lady make a taboo of his sandwich yummy because thank you is not cruel enough his way of wrong he must do for drama confusing to us men to know that good?

He so proud like he have a daffodils flower store from him by the number of Lady victims that say he take our flower power wrong at sametime to not understand he takes his follow when the number of crime victims slays his magic narcissism of his flower to fall a tree does before his finally tragedy where he say, I fall my tree does and then they take his daffodil flower for her complaints.as one number of united victims to his slaughter by the number of crime because a judge says concurrent for each lady that one punishment could kill the political refugee so wait as if wrong his tador way the first lady act like fuck me in snore of the dead so wrong it was he that thinks it but he keep doing it that he did not wrong a single lady more powerful with God?

Who help deceive him as he is to be wrong because secular religion doesn't need to tell you the invisible that do that for us men who love.the lie of our flower better than their flower as if he cares about flowers pride, because the oneness of ladies don't know why you judge her peer group like you do in your oppressive way they taught you because I worship the goddess wrong in my peer group because Allah knows he dead as door nail !

She knows one lady cast the strong man down if she wish but she say I so weak who is able to love the pudding of a lady least amount of force to to give no resistance because of she don't rebel she don't care, because the number of what thought victories his flower's power and every ambition so wrong to be competitive to be a better provider to be wasteful and mean before other men who don't bother with his struggle that say,

Why my brother do you not have so many ladies surrender the lady cry the fall of man and if man roll his eyes that daffodil flowers can be wrong because my speech echo and the flower of man don't exist to the roll of our eyes the eyes to thought the number of abused lady raped each one her flower at once when enough to say,

Now as if the ethical proof man is evil injustice to lady peer groups who ought not judge a man having impersonated their flower wrong because man act gay to show the confusion of man Group what is wrong to us that any evil that suffer us is right how to suffer us so gay but the number of gay violence teach man when it is inappropriate oppressor of his dick because men peer group's can't know wrong until the number of victories hurt enough proud men to file the forty wronged men of a complaint number of gay injuries that suffer the indifferent men more wrong to each of those 40 men because if it a spinner game of sodomizing anyone my homicide of 40 injuries of too gay each man in a peer group say,

I could have been him as if it the number of crime victims that is offensive equal wrong to each man but the gay homicide of 40 crimes against one is not wrong that is gay marriage that end like it had to dead wrong for any man to say equality that let us live is wrong but at least he die at the end because maybe the justice won't punish us men who say gay communism is wrong because homicide ends it better because one out of forty is not a risk to forsake him to bury him saying,

Look that fucker is going to spin the spinner of gay homicide again let us kill him so 39 men can say it wrong to forsake a man as if we thought it justice to be next but he hearing the men say the number of crime a lady think the number of victims is the communism that wrong her by the number of wronged ladies but dividing a burden gay enough for government to wrong man is toleranted because everyone took a bullet having not feared I next Right?

Why, because I thank you for saving me taken that bullet because men just have biology of saying the number of victims don't make it a crime because they divide burdens wrong saying the government is gay communism to us because they wrong to man because it wrong but it a crime if it had to happen because we just rage to think gay could be right to lady murder when the judge is always like one lady slay him we know this but they tolerate until the number of victim ladies rebel again at Solomon's bling golden dick that wrong them each enough to say that did it as the shit of God made loved oppressing them became wrong to us!

The shit of God belongs to a lady who murder him but he has to do that to make the number of victims proof injustice happened because socialism wrong of drama is bad for man but the government is gay enough to be tolerant saying it not the peer group of men who know it not wrong to us but the lady with the love taboo gift to men who taught him the way of his death.before hand because he don't know the nukber of crime make it a crime as.the judge is like No!

No!

Then when the number becomes the serial crime.he did makes sense they lactate in cereal justice because men barf for what little baby peer groups couldn't know with a tador tear that normal food is not punishment to us but the male child why not show me sooner mommy because negative hardship of the nipples made him suffer resentful a tougher baby hardened as if criminal baby made stronger to say wrong to me as they are of boobs tougher than a witch titty you could know because men reason for apologizing for the naked boob of his wife with a baby on it!

Now deep down man say letting mommy feed me wrong could sooner stop and slay my means to love this society wrong for me to finally murder that child I were when it grows up because the mother didn't teach it love is wrong to refuse to give a lie he worth any love because no one gives you nothing and you could owe endless and not know shit a out it mistreated to repay because you don't do wrong but you didn't do it to owe your mistakrn existence that abuses thy way because others suffer because they didn't know having said wrong to whatever then they could suffer too because we wouldn't respected that way to war saying,

Oh my mommy said that mine because Love is a lie and babies are not created equal ask why I know not because the dark negativity of the boobs that you don't know what the fuck that cow lady ate can't make it right man that is the lactating tit of negativity suffered mammals that the animal in my man knowing negativity is not worth having to keep you alive!

Now Charity is negativity of a lady boob and men tell other men comforting them forgive the mammal wife who sin before us animals who knows the baby don't know why she can't eat grass like a good cow to suffer the power cruel to us and a judges punishment so constitutional to baby that suffers but that baby that grow up harden upby niddle ought to impress a judge because it so unconstitutional by the cruel taste that ain't food to torture one so untasteful unusual and cruel a nipple wrong mammals resentful to his understanding her ancestors make her hunger for bizarre things eaten wrong to us as weapon to wrong our taste forever injuried by it that torture the baby more surely never forget he kept capitive because man suffer providing for her in his negative mercy I do having wronged many others providing to my lynching rope broke so I come home survived giving what I could survive because of bad execution won't matter to me you wrong that baby more so oh I've bee friends to remind them what mammals do wrong to us!

The man saying hide what wrong a mammal because mercy can't forsake us like that wrong betterment anyone so harden up but mother negativity of boob ain't loved any more a child that can't have love a lie ever again because her ancestral lady womb become non asexual for first time rebel to her saying why murder your baby because she knows I made him gay my godness way how because his little ancestral cry out don't be a goddess to make me punish man for you because the dikes of victory told me wrong the number of gay crime as if it suicide but a mem peer group don't understand lady standards the number of gay victims is why gay is wrong because why teach him to think justice can save a lie like love, because man don't know it wrong for each of his cereal acts that become the crime of the taboo he can't talk about!

The ladies had to made his love wrong to him when the number of ladies cry victim turns the taboo into a crime that enough we make compliant now having taught him to do it so unable to say it wrong him too because he knows it wrong but the complaint of one lady can kill him to end drama for that wrong to a lady who say I don't

[newtsies]

hi this picture is blurry but im obsessed w/ it

[nayaraclara]

Not to be sounds pathetic, tp klo misalny it was never been this hurt, gue merasa cck bgt anjir, kek dri batin aj udh kek adh. Kenapa lu harus udh ad cewe anjir,,, i tried to let go (alay) tp ah anjir what if u never attend that event, and i could do my best till i get to tell u how i feel, what if u never catch up with her again, like i can shoot my shot. I just fall before even trying, its no fair but thats it. Maybe i just desperate to find someone like u that maybe just one in million, smile brighter and silly than everything..... U stand out even in the crowds. No ones can compare u, just the way u talk, i can identify its u. Ure unique just when u try to be urself, smart af, and aaaaa so attractive. Just why i have to let myself down,, why is it have to be when i feel like i have a chance, when i already fallen deep to u, why i can't erase my feelin for u, i've try hard. I tell myself that i can't be like this forever, its unethic. My friends says its okay to just crushing u, but I can't. If i keep this feeling, thats just make me way more want to be with u, thats way too pathetic in my head. Just why it is so hard to do. Just a few days ago, i thought i alr moved on, i moved on, i moved on. But then u struck again, out of nowhere in my minds. I thought, "oh u alr have her, maybe lets call it over for crushing u, but jt just make it worse, the pain are much worse, tears right in my hearts, just realize i just lose, i can't confess it to u, it hurts. It hurts just pretends im okay, im fine, i moved on, pretends that i still adores u, admires u, fall for u, even u don't know it, like.. i just fall i was enchanted, but can't do anything. Just now, this evening theres hole in my mind, i tell my friend i just pathetic for waiting his stories somehow, and he just posted something,,, what if mines work? What if,,, just what if u don't have her,, what if we can be together,,, this just looks like i envy her, why she have to come when i was high of him,, yea she's pretty, talented, just hearing him talking abt her makes me want to date her too. But why him, all of boys,, the one a adores alot

Now i feel sad

I liked a boy, he's mesmerizing, active, smart, he tells about his past he would top the class, and i know he smar af rn. He's just looks like a nerds, and thats cute. He's kind, just talking to him makes my hearts throbs faster. He's cute, whatever he do, its makes me interested. He's talkative, he likes to talks, and i like to hears him, his voice just feels nice in my ears, i can hear him talk for hours. He's talented, yeah, he can do anything, thats awsome. The way he talks to me, its sooo cute, like i want talk to u longer pls, i just can't help myself when we talked. Oh, the way u do some gestures, tje way u askme to do some handshake or whatever it calls, jabs? Idk, u do plenty of that, cheers, i liked it. The way u always make a peace sign when sayin goodbye to me, that one at the parking lot, its soooo cuteeeee, u event don't feel ashamed do it in front of my friend and yours, its way to cute. It even carved in my memories, speaking of memories, i still remember that moments, u sat on a table, u resting on a wall, with windows behind ur back, the light come from ur behind, the rays, u look so eyesblinding, i want to draw that somedays, i still remember the details that day. Also, i liked rain, cause that rainy day, when i just feel like i interested on u, u came, yeah i still remembered that. Hmm... U smart, attractive, and make me feels giddy. With that long legs of yours, your lean limbs, nice hands, and cute af face... Ure so cute, i just can't describe it, the hairs of yours looks a little bit short but they still looks so tempting, i liked to pat and plays with my bros hair, i wonder how yours feels. Although sometimes i make fun of ur posture, its a bit down, but thats what makes u, u (sebenerny mau negor lu tuh nunduk bgt) but u still looks good. Ur voice, i really likes it.. overall,,, hehe

Just thinking that i liked him, i cried.

I like u

Why i have to crushin u

Yeah i can't help that

I can't help that i fall

I just liked u

And it hurts

[spoonass69]

gonna ramble about the concepts of good and bad

basically like we know good and bad are like very subjective and basically have no meaning in conversation with someone unless you both agree on like a core level what good and bad means

and in the US at least, a lot of our media skews good and bad in a very purposeful and yucky direction. it is bad to do bad things even if its for a good cause. if you have been very hurt it is bad to react in an angry way. the only good and mature thing to do when wronged is forgive. (we see a lot of these themes in ATLA pretty clearly)

theres just a very black and white idea of being morally good and morally bad, and a lot of white “activists” cling to these ideas so so hard, like we see when they say they support protests as long as they’re peaceful, and refuse to do anything more than voting and signing petitions.

these black and white ideas also help keep victims silent and help keep abusers and oppressors from being called out and held accountable. we can see exactly whos doing this in a subtle way because theyre always the people who complain about cancel culture (which isnt real, i wish it was though)

so when im trying to call out people from my school who are racist, homophobic, transphobic etc, it results in 1, people telling me these people arent bigoted because they know them and theyre nice people (which like obviously, thats how abusers and oppressors get their victims) and 2, they bombard me with messages about how its bad to call these people out. a lot of them acknowledge that what these people have done isn’t remotely ok, but they are so convinced that its just objectively bad and harmful and negative to call them out, and the only way to get change or justice or closure is through politeness.

it is negative and not fun to confront these issues in our friends and our peers and deal with tje backlash and potential embarrassment, and it does harm the people who im calling out. that is a good thing. anger at those people is normal and good and probably a sign of healing. you should be angry at people who have mistreated you and been bigots, you should call them out and cause them to face the consequences of their issues. its ok to be loud and impolite in those situations, its what’s necessary for change.

but when i explain this to these people over and over they just keep reiterating the same thing which boils down to “this is bad. this makes you a bad person because it is negativity. negativity equals bad” and they specifically emphasize that i CANT be calling people out because it is bad

i dont know how to explain to ALL of my peers how that doesnt make sense. i cant call out my abusers and our peers who are racist because you think it’s objectively bad?

like ive tried explaining, we are disagreeing on the basis of what good and bad just are as a concept and how negativity and positivity are separate from that, if you want me to change my mind you either need to present an argument that fits within my view of good or bad, or you need to directly challenge my view of good and bad. and they just. keep saying the exact same things over and over.

i know they probably understand what im saying, a lot of these kids are bigots themselves, its just so frustrating and makes me feel crazy to just be ignored like that while the other person pretends like were actually having a conversation

[oh-fuckdfeels]

teka lang ha, pa-rant lang ako ng isa.

naasara kasi ako dun sa taong puro reklamo tapos wala naman ginagawa to change the environment he's in. MAY PWEDE NAMAN GAWIN PERO AYAW GUMALAW KASI MISMO CYA YUNG MAIIPIT.

the scenario goes something like pinipilit silang mga employees mag-sign ng document. pag hindi nag-sign pag-iinitan. In tje very first place, ang bullshit ng concept na yun. i know it's happening in most work places, but that does not mean magpapadala ka na lang sa sistema dahil yun na ang mas peaceful/nakasanayan. if may gusto kang mangyari, then GO. wag yung icha-chat mo ako dahil kelangan mo nang absorber pero pag nag-suggest naman ako ng pwedeng gawin, sasabihan mo ako ng, "Hindi naman makikinig yun" or "Sigurado ako walang mangyayari" or "Bahala sila" or "Ganyan naman palagi". E isang malaking PUSANG GALA, E DI WAG KANG MAGREKLAMO!! di mo naman pala kayang tumayo against what you perceive is unfair.

Ooor ganito na lang. Salamat sa tiwala pero kung ayaw mong gumalaw at sasabihin mo lagi na ang dami kong sinasabi then then WAG KA SA AKIN LUMAPIT. kasi i will always care - pero hindi kita matutulungan kung ayaw mong magbago para sa sarili mo.

GETS??

[margarethambarita]

My experience at protest action to refused Revised RUU KPk and several controversial RUU

My opinion Hai guys I want to tell you my story yesterday when I partucipated in tje SurabayaMenggugat an action of demonstration where all society students revised The regulation made by legislative approved by the executive which the contents truly far from the spirit of Reformation in 1998. The reason I got on protest Action Actually I have never took part on demonstration except peace demonstation when ahok got arrested. And now as there were lots of illogical thinking of regulatiok they really annoyed me. I follow what has already happened after the revision of KPK has been legalized. You know what KPK has been established in 2002 four years after reformation where Soeharto was declined from President. But after that there were lots political party arised and corruptions were everywhere and we as common people saw that corruptions happened People money was robbed and we could not do anything. The history of KPK Therefore KPK was established as super body which has extraordinary power to clean and prevent happen from our country. Mostly they always watched the legislative Judiscative and executive. After that most ly we would see alot of corruptors had been catched and arrested. When they are catched they will use orange uniform as a sign that they were corruptors. Instead when thet are catched they did not have shame at all so the still could smile even when they already have been catched. I thought maybe they could get away by bribing the law officer by getting luxury room at the prison or went on holiday abroad even they already became a prisoner. So that was funny in my country. There were a lot of ways and means to make KPK has less power to catch the corruptors. But KPK had succeeded to get away from mean adn evil intention. You know what would happen if KPK didnot existed in Indonesia there would be lots Injustice in Indonesia and the public facilities would be decreased and lessened and lessened. So after I saw the news KPK will be shut downed by the regulation I felt so really sad. And of course all Indonesia people will have the sanme feeling too. They did not want KPK as hope disappeared. And lots of regulations made had violated the human rights of people of Indonesia and throwed us back to collonialism era with the authority as collonialist. So students as the representative of people made actions in all over Indonesia that legislative and Executive hear their voice after all this time people voices has been neglected. Protest action So the demo actions started at 10.00 am I saw alot of police and their tank park in DPRD jatim building. They use helmet stick tear gasses weapon to tackle the demonstrants. I feel the cear they want to spread. But of course we did not feel any fear cause we were figthing for justice of people. Not long 20.0000 students from East Java gathered in front of DPRD Jatim building. They sing mmaking oration to the DPRD so that they could hear the people voice. What really bother us the police sing like prayers in loud voice so that they could not hear the students voice. My assumption they did not want to hear the students voice that could stabbed them to the bone. So the demonstrant asked the police to be silent and the orator continued their speech. Sometimes we sung Indonesia Raya and demontrant sing to light up the spirit.

[inthewordsofahalfgoddes]

Free Writing

I have been knee deep in Pisces season. I have been having dreams every night that I am called to. The first dream was of being immobilized by a person who kept puking on me paralyzing my body. After it happend over and over again in my dream I like snapped and realized who I was, summoned fire in my palms and shot it at the being, its partner who was a vague figure and started shooting at the binds on me. I was filled with anger that something would dare try to bind me. It was easy to summon the fire in my palm and shoot it at the demons around me purifying myself and my space. I woke up feeling like I had done battle with demons. Since then I have dreamed every night having multiple dreams about myself and others. I had 2 dreams last night and the one that stood out the most was one that involved my parents and honey. I had been walking into a forest and the flowers there were massive the higher up I went. I got excited because that meant bees were healthy and were doing well more then their jobs to have so many flowers blooming. I told my father that we could collect some honey and he laughed like it was the dumbest thing. I got mad and decided to do it myself. I was walking and spotted a small beehive in thr grass. I got a knife and cut a small piece off and had a jar with me that i yhen squeezed the honey into. From such a small piece i got galf a jar full. I went back to my parents to tell them how much honey I got but again they laughed. I exploded with anger and started breaking things snd trying to hurt them. It eventually ended with me breaking the glass of the window (i was outside ghe house they were in so they were laughing at me through tje window) it cracked and satisfied that I had finally got them serious I walked back to the beehive. I took it apart cutting the ends off and when I did I found 2 sort of like wasps eho I recognized as guardians. One got up circles me then took off i assumed to warn the colony. This looped for a bit in the dream. The other one on the other end i can't remember what it did. So as I peeled the middle away I found a small bee alone nestled in a spiral. It woke up stun me (which didn't hurt) and proceeded to suck up all the honey on the peeled back hive. I realized that it needed more and that all that honey was for one individual bee to consume. I woke up feeling like I should have fed the bee the honey I collected. It was a very strange dream but i feel symbolic. I will eventually gain insights but for now ill sit with it. Anywats so I was googling the seals of text that would 've revealed at the end of the era from revelations after reading that the seven chakras are really seals. It says that only Christ can break the seals (the lamb of god) but I believe we are all an expression of christ and can thus break our own seals. This gor my mind running. Why are we sealed? What us the purpose? What happens when you break the seals? I found out that the end of times happens when you do break them. Then while scrolling through the info on the seals the four horsemen etc. The last sign was about angels and their trumpets. Im certain I know 2 manifestations of angels. One is the archangel uriel and i think the other is Gabriel. I won't name names but they are both in the music field spreading knowledge knowledge others. I think thia whole push for me to enter music is also a secondary search for the angels. I'm not sure what exactly that means but i will keep doing more researching as i gain more insight. I think my next researching will be into chakras and open in them. I Wil contact my friend to leatn about them. Anyways i have been doing well not really working out but not feeling pressured by ir. I kind of like how the weight sits on me. I got my period last night and thought i feel heavy snd off I dont mind. I am in a period of manifesting and i will bear fruit. The lesson of the week is WHAT YOU ARE SEEKING IS SEEKING YOU. This comes from Michael. Ill contemplate thus idea further. It gave me hope and kind of chilled me out. I love everyone. Love and peace to the world. We Wil all achieve our goals and find peace. All in due time. I love myself and am thankful for the universe for keeping me alive one more day. I love me.

[thenozomitrail-blog]

So today i woke up late for work. Not that i slept late but i just woke up late. It didn't bother me at all. I even took my phone, played a little before showering. 🤭

While showering, it took me the usual amount of time to be in the shower. I just stood under the pressure of warm water as it flows all throughout my body. I just stood without thinking about the running time. It didn't bother me.

Going in the bathroom is easy, going out for responsibility is hard. I thought that i will be back to senses when i finish taking a bath. To my surprise, i did not. I was inside my room and just stared blankly between my uniform hanging on the closet and the pair of jeans next to it. (Take a breather) I took the jeans and wore a shirt. It didn't bother me to wore a casual attire for work even if am the head of my department. Took up my pair of jean-designed Chuck's, snatched my keys, intentionally left my id, grabbed my glasses, and then took off to work.

Didn't say any words to my parents and siblings. I just tossed a peace sign on the air, smiled to the plants, went down to the drive way and then went off the road. It didn't bother me!

Before i get to work, i make sure i have my gym bag and protein shake with me, and along the way i have to pickup my usual coffee (regardless of how late i am). But today, i did not!

Coming in to work exactly 1 hour and 17 minutes late did not snatched my confidence even if i stared to the digital clock located at the entrance of the hospital facility am working in. On the hallway down to the clinical laboratory, i did not waved 'hi' to people, which i usually do. I just passed by them without giving eye contact. Well, the moment i stepped inside the laboratory i just sat down my chair and silent allowed the time to swallow me. 'Did i sat there with my morning coffee on my hand?', apparently i did not. Did not even a tiny rat's ass about it (FRIENDS reference). Yes, jazz music was playing on the background but coffee cup was missing and me not even moving to work (even do paper work) is so missing in the picture.

So lunchtime came. Time went so fast even if i was just sitting on my chair. I am even surprised to have witnessed it. My colleagues invited me to join with them even if they knew that i only have my oatmeals for lunch, yet i said no. They offered to cook it for me, yet i said no. They took off and had their lunch without me, it didn't even bother me at all.

Despite the fact that one of them intentionally decided to disrespect me and acted unprofessionally, i was just in my seat. To my surprise, i fought my subordinate. She presented her arguments, and usually i will just ditch the issue and allow her to just vent out. However, nit today. Halfway to her "speech" i interrupted her. Said, probably, mean things against her that are true (on my defense) and didn't even felt sorry for her. I went out to work with fullness of thought that i am leaving my workplace A. undertime since am late, and B. someone, my subordinate, is so wounded. It didn't bother me.

By now you might be thinking (if you know me) that i will be heading to the gym. Jokes on you! I went home. At this time let us look back: was late, took long while to shower, did not wore uniform, intentionally left the protein shake and gym bag, sat my ass the whole time, was fed up with a subordinate, and went home to sleep.

Around 5 in the afternoon, i woke up for i have a counselling session with my childhood friend. I am honestly surprised that my body did not craved for the sore it gets every after workout. Anyhow, though we agreed to meet at 5:30 pm, i came 6 in the evening and i did not even texted him. When i arrived, he wasn't there. By the way, before i went to the shop, i have called to order the meals already and reserved a table for the session, so that means i am left alone. Oh, by the way, the colleague I had an heated argument with is so apologetic about what happened. (If she wasn't, still i won't get bothered.) True story. 😌☕

After awhile, he called and said that he cannot make it because "got stucked to work and reports". So we agreed to meet up next time. But still, i didn't felt so sorry, in fact, did not felt any sorry for myself even if i ditched a bible study session with a Monday group i handle for this. Now, am left with 2 cups of americano with both having single shots of espresso and two Truffle Cream Pasta. Normally i would not cancel the order especially if it is coffee. But get this, i cancelled the order, and ordered a new one. I ordered one americano, NO EXTRA SHOT, WITH SUGAR. If you know me, you'd be surprise now. And as if it could not get any surprising with the sugar, i ordered a grilled cheese sandwich with extra homemade fries! Just imagine the look of the barista, who by the way knew me so much becuse the coffee shop am inside is like a home to me.

Today, it so not me. I recognise it and acknowledge it too. I am not proud of it (with emphasis on the americano with sugar) but it felt like kind of liberating. Actually now that am writing it, a part of me says that i should have went to my old routine. Yet, at the same time a very loud voice is saying, "The hell with tje routine! You have been so hard on yourself. Loosen up bigtime!" So, let us just call this as "Relapse" where in I just allowed the part of me that is just so not fan of routines ans disciplines and order to takeover my body.

What else to do to make kinda feel like a rebel today? Hey, i know! I will sleep early tonight without jazz music playing on the background, and i will not be writing on my journal!

[eithnesweeneyart]

What does it say??? The present day divided between a small part of magnificent control, overlapping a part of troubles. Until peace was signed burned over to express dissatisfaction with control. Wamted to be seperate of tje struggle. A free well-defined boundry. Important gains have been won and spirit ensures to meet the needs of changing times..... ok its strange but that is it.

[eithnesweeneyart]

What does it say??? The present day divided between a small part of magnificent control, overlapping a part of troubles. Until peace was signed burned over to express dissatisfaction with control. Wamted to be seperate of tje struggle. A free well-defined boundry. Important gains have been won and spirit ensures to meet the needs of changing times..... ok its strange but that is it.