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[c4tto626]

taking a piss at work with ice cold hands from how frosty it is in here... not fun lol

[kikosuu]

:)

[gammija]

lichrally just downloaded tiktok for the first(!) time EVER. to try and find a single. just ☝️. annoying genZ influencer who talks like our girl. well, ive been watching these vids for -over an hour-, trying all kinds of different hashtags and whatnot, and you know what, you guys? you know what? i could find none. nada. not. a. thing. there was this one vid who came kinda close, but she still felt like, an actual, real human being putting effort into creating an engaging video? instead of basically a parody of a parody, written by a white cis millenial who seems to think he doesn't need to engage with beauty influencers to write one, because he's on twitter already so he just ✨knows✨ how those cringy tiktoks talk, right? 😒

im being so serious btw if any of you have links to an influencer speaking exactly like Madam E, please send them. cus atm, this is living rent-free, as they say. my roman empire

[insidemyrottenbrain]

Henry gets jealous because you spend time with Richard

The risk of jealousy - TSH

Henry Marchbanks Winter x GN!Reader

Dearest anonymous, I hope you can forgive him and his denial of jealousy.

The sharp claw of jealousy finally scratches the untouchable Henry.

I’ve always been incredibly particular about whom I associate with. The people around me need to be worthy. Now, I am well aware that my choice of words may make me sound arrogant, so allow me to explain: I want them to have shared interests, to be able to hold late-night debates on esoteric topics, while giving me a sense of belonging and consequently not tiring me out socially. I do not ask for much, really. Alas, one cannot always get what one desires.

The little group of which I’m currently a part of is… pleasant. The twins regularly host dinners which are, of course, the birthplace of many fights and arguments regarding the most trivial subjects that usually end up with Henry winning. Francis unhesitatingly puts his aunt’s house at our disposal whenever desiderium naturae strikes us and amusingly complains about some disease or other the whole way there. I even consider some of Bunny’s jokes witty on the rare occasions when he stops being insufferable. Unfortunately, they all give me a shallow sense of belonging that only manages to make itself felt in transit moments. However, Henry is different. With him, I feel content reading in silence after a long day, waking up in the same bed, legs intertwined under the soft cotton sheets he insists on buying with Apolon tugging at our lazy eyelids or simply challenging one another’s knowledge on whatever topic interests us at a given moment. A continuous childlike rendez-vous.

I do not know why I have been so platonically attracted to Richard of late. When he first joined our Greek class, he did not strike me as someone who would manage to integrate his lowly self into our complexly layered group, or even more, someone who would enjoy my presence. He was and still is flawed and ordinary. However, this normality flowing through every habit, every movement, or expression is a strange refresh in an intangible web of meticulously tangled appearances and facades. Richard is not some ancient scholar buried in paradoxical ideals, Gods-praising rituals, and glorious beliefs, but a modern human. He is aware of the current world, unisolated, present, an active participant. Not only does he attend parties but he also drinks, kisses, and loves strangers. Though an exaggeration to the unknowing eye, he seems to me quite the Epicurean in a cult of Stoics (excluding Bunny).

Despite my writings above which one might foolishly mistake as praise on my part, I must now dive into Richard’s own tendency to fictitiousness. He throws, here and there, long, lavish fabrications (with the aid of which he becomes unconsciously arrogant) and slight inexactitudes he considers too small to pass unnoticed by the attentive ear. And according to my fate and against my trusted intuition, I found myself unable to stop listening whenever he started talking about his (fake) childhood in California filled with swimming pools and orange groves and dissolute, charming show-biz parents, teenage years with a new girlfriend every night, the newest dramas (if they truly do exist and are not yet other fictions) circling Hampden.

There is a quirk. I notice it now, when we’re all standing in the day room of Francis’, or rather his aunt’s, manor. Charles is playing the piano filling the room with gifts for ears, showing off as he always does, while Bunny comments on one rhythm or another, challenging him, fueling him further. Everything is normal, except for one detail that does not escape me. Henry grows more agitated with every single one of Richard’s grant histoires. Albeit, the so-called agitations are rather minuscule, but I pride myself in being able to distinguish them. A small frown, creasing his pale forehead just the right amount for it to disappear just as quickly and nonchalantly as it came, a constant rub of his hand against his limped leg, and a novel proneness to small physical gestures: touching knees, pressing shoulders, his hand on the small of my back or idly playing with my fingers. I settle on questioning him later since I know he will not show any truths of his mind in such large company. 

We share a room, since we stopped bothering to hide our relationship long ago from the others. Henry’s already in bed, his nose buried in a book, dressed in his pyjamas, his initials embroidered upon the left side of his chest; H.M.W. If I had been told years ago that I was to be sharing a bed or be in a relationship with the person I suffered the least, the one that I had to compete with in Julian’s classes, the one that knew how to push my buttons I would have died of agony. But now I’m content. I know of the infatuation rendering me blind. My life has become a continuous torture, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to live without him. Just like Zeus who vows to fulfil his promise with a single sacred nod of his head, so am I unable to change the basis of my passion. He is in all my plans. In all the joys the future holds. In the dead of night, in Julian’s lessons, in the summer by the lake, instead of my mind’s eye being fully focused on one specific task, it always switches without fail to him.

I lower myself onto the bed next to him. “You seemed troubled earlier, in the day room.” I ask casually an indirect question.

“You’ve been spending an awful time with Richard.” He responds swiftly, tonelessly, simply pointing out a fact. 

I consider my answer for a moment. “I suppose so.” I hum, just as my head hits the pillow. “Don’t you find him intriguing? He watches the news on television.”

“Intriguing?” He blurts out, closing his book and putting it on the bedside table. Clearly, I have his attention. He turns on his side to fully face me, his hair falling over his forehead and slightly over his glasses. “His intriguing part eludes me. You are wasting your time with him, listening to his rambles.” He says clearly irritated, not bothering to keep up his stoic facade. “I assure you, you would be much better spending your time wisely.”

I frown. This is unusual of him. “He is in our class, is he not? I cannot avoid him.”

“Of course not, that’s not what I am suggesting.” His eyebrows remain furrowed. “What I do mean is that he does not bring you any benefit.” He continues in a monotone. “Why must you listen to him with the same attention and interest as you listen to me?”

Ah, I see. Henry is jealous.

“Is this jealousy?” I ask attempting desperately to restrain the slight smile forming on my face. 

“You are mistaken.” He ‘corrects’ me sharply, raising his eyebrows.  “I am merely stating that I see no point in your interactions with Richard when you could gain much more from being in my presence.”

I raise a sceptical eyebrow. He acts as if I wouldn’t mourn his death in the same way Achilles mourned Patroclus’, with rage and violence.

Words are imperfect communication devices, so I pull him down by the back of his neck and press my lips against his in a pleasant normality. I feel him slightly relax against me, his hand resting on my neck.

“Henry,” I mumble as we part, forcefully stretching our souls apart. I remove his glasses and place them down next to us and his forehead naturally falls against mine “you know better than to have such doubts.”

“I do.” He mumbles back, not bothering to deny his feelings anymore. “However, it proves to be quite difficult to not have them when-” He stops considering his words. “When you plague me so. There is no day or night in which your existence takes mercy on me and does not destroy the little rationality I have left.” He lowers himself down on the bed next to me. “You inexplicably and absurdly manage to be and eradicate my sanity.” He sighs. “And it certainly does not help when you look at Richard with the same eyes you look at me.” Henry mutters.

My hand finds his and I chuckle. “I’d argue I look at him with entirely different eyes.” At my comment, Henry raises an amused eyebrow. “Perhaps you’ll stop seeing shadows where there are none.”

That is all he needs to defeat his insomnia in my arms once again and to fall prey to sleep’s vicious grasp his body indistinguishable from mine under the sheets, sharing one breath.

[heartshapedbubble]

omg i was answering this req and when i saved it to my drafts I COULDN'T EDIT IT??? so i deleted it in hopes to remake it BUT THE ASK WAS GONE fuck you tumblr :(( im so sorry anon you know who you are

aesop carl, qi shiyi and frederick kreiburg w/ a singer s/o hcs⚰️🪈🎼

aesop carl⚰️

...you'd have to do most of the initiation with him. aesop carl is not impolite, not at all, but the crippling anxiety overcoming him makes it hard to go beyond a "hello" or any other introduction. he has a lot of nice things to say to you, romantic even, but during the first couple of months you'll have to basically yank them out of him

aesop is horrible with words, and would rather just hide away and hope you notice how he feels about you. in his eyes, the simple things he does with you - small talk, exchanges of handkerchiefs and drinks by the table, midnight walks when everyone's asleep - are acts of confessing his love. to him, trust equals love, and love equals assistance and communication.

something that he's even more afraid, though, is singing. talking can be quiet, unnoticeable, blending in with everyday noises, but singing is always noticeable. the change of pitch can be caught even by an untrained ear, and the ensuing confrontation, to him, is terrifying.

you fascinate him, a lot. unlike him, you're not afraid to set your voice free, letting it echo through the room and spin around you like a ribbon. kind of like an aura, it attracts passerbys and always leaves them standing in awe, even if it's just for a minute. that kind of confidence is impressive, and he himself finds it rather enchanting.

as you train your voice on the podium, enjoying yourself and twirling around in your flowy robes as if there's nobody around, the last thing that's on your mind right now is a potential secret admirer somewhere nearby. the secret admirer being aesop, of course. he's crouching in one of the loges, partly sick to the stomach because someone might walk in on - or even worse, you may notice - him, partly enjoying your outstanding performance.

qi shiyi🪈

she thinks you two make for a pretty nice duet ;)

you two clash at moments, as she enjoys and is used to the more "formal" arts such as opera and your field of interest is musicals, but overall she's enarmored by your talent and your charisma. jazz, rock, ballad or aria, a strong voice does not go unnoticed.

once she softens up to you, you'll notice just how much she enjoys your voice. as you comb her hair, she asks you to sing something for her. when you two are fast asleep, her head is on your chest, listening to your soft hums as she's lulled to sleep. calls you her songbird as she wraps her arm around your waist and spins you around in your brand new costume.

here and there she'll dust off her old flute and play a nostalgic melody or two. it's even better when enrichened with your singing, and it motivates her to jump back on her feet and do a little three-step as she plays

frederick kreiburg🎼

he's not a wunderkind, but being surrounded by music from a young age he has quite the trained ear. he can quickly differentiate between a powerful mezzosoprano and a rich, dark alto. a lot of insinuations and jokes have been made behind your back about how you two are perfect for each other, but he just rolls his eyes, not bothering with empty gossip.

thanks to the unisolated manor walls, at one point he'll hear some vocal exercises coming from your room

am i losing my mind again? he thinks to himself, looking around in wonder. he stays in the hallway for a little longer, trying to find the source of this haunting voice - and it will take time, oh, indeed, but eventually he'll knock on your door and unintentionally kick off your relationship

as expected, he enjoys playing alongside you. motivating him to crack his knuckles and sit in front of the piano again is hard, but the both of you know your irresistible smile will not leave him any other choice....

mostly picks out german lieder from his collection of sheet music, but of course, adapts to your wishes - something more energetic works great as a warm up

he's the happiest when he performs alongside you on the podium. nothing makes his face light up like when he watches you sing from behind the piano, gesturing towards the audience and slowly dancing to the composition unraveled by his fingers, basking under the golden spotlight.

[dearladynightmare]

18 for the Entrapdak ask meme please?

Your favourite Entrapdak CANON moment?

I think I have to go with the scene in Season 3 "Moment of truth" when Entrapta and Hordak talked about the portal and they just have to keep it open long enough to get a signal through to reach Prime.

Entrapta sadly: “And then you’ll have to go with them.”

Entrapta brightens up “But there’s still so much data we could collect. What’s the rush? We’ll just keep working on it until it’s perfect.”

This is definitely one of my favourite scenes since both of them choose each other over their normal convictions.

Entrapta who doesn't believe in perfection and rather run scientific experiments on trial and error ,even if everything keeps blowing up that way, suggests to work on the portal until it's "perfect"!

In other words she says "How about we set an unattainable scientific goal - the non existing and perfect theoretical way to make the portal work, but of course without focusing too much on achieving it practically while we just keep being together."

And let's talk about Hordak!!! He absolutely was aware of what she meant by using the phrase "until it's perfect" He started to genuinely smile at her because he agreed!! Over the last 30 years he only focused on returning to Prime but in this moment he realised that he doesn't want to return anymore and he was about to choose Entrapta over Prime. He was definitely about to say sth like: "How about we blow that thing up and rebuild it more considered (intends to use unisolated cables again)...

Ahh and then Catra rushed in! And a few minutes later Entrapta found herself unconsciously on the way to beast I island. I'll never get over this AHH

My second favourite scene is this one... I don't think I have to explain. This one just makes me scream!!!💜

Thank you so much for asking!!!!💜💜

[ancientevangelions]

I hope I’m not too late to the ask game: did you like how they changed the elevator scene in the rebuilds?

My biggest problem with the Rebuilds is that the changes never paid off. Asuka being revealed as a clone in the last movie left me going, "So what"? The purpose of the elevator scene in the original series is to contrast Asuka and Rei, showing us the apparent tension between the two, the lack of understanding, and the fragility of Asuka's mental state. In the Rebuilds, it's more like "How dare you get close to the boy I like," and then Asuka sees the bandages from learning to cook on Rei's hands that she also has for the same reasons. "Oh, we're not so different after all," BUT WAIT, Asuka knows she's a Shikinami series clone, and Rei is an Ayanami series clone. This implies all the girls are clones with their “ami” last names, including Mari Makinami (why, though?).

It has no payoff anywhere or anytime; Unisolated in 2.0 is a good scene, but it only accomplishes something when taken as a whole with the knowledge of the series. The Rebuilds were marketed as stand-alone films to retell Neon Genesis Evangelion to new fans. But to get the whole idea of what's happening, you must watch NGE first. I can't imagine only watching the Rebuild series and never touching NGE; it seems like it would be confusing why the elevator scene and other instances are in the Rebuild movies without context to NGE.

Anyway, I think if the rest of the series had explored more of Asuka's and Rei's interactions, it could have been a good scene, but instead, they got turned into Betty and Veronica…

[22degreehalo]

It's just. a weird feeling when for seemingly every other queer person, stories are about seeing yourself, and imagining things for yourself, and putting your own life on the screen, and all of that.

Because like. as an aro/ace. stories have always been, at least in part, about getting to experience things that I can't IRL. That's my personal relationship to stories: it's specifically about people who aren't me. And I can read stories about people like me! And there's a lot of value in that! But there's a real, tangible value in the opposite, too.

It's like... reading stories about other people in love is an expression of my aromanticism. It's inextricable from it. It's not 'representation' in the way we usually think about it, but finding stories that hit in the right kind of way - that express that love in the way I can feel it myself, viscerally - is an act of my aromanticism. I wouldn't be doing it otherwise. And I'd be a less happy person if I couldn't do it.

And it's. Kind of unintentionally isolating and lonely in queer art spaces sometimes because of that. When everyone is creating things based on their own experiences, or what they want to do, and talking about that reality/art blur like it's a universal experience... When for me, blurring the line between art and reality too much actually... makes it less accessible. Because it hits too close and triggers my lack of attraction to make itself known.

And that's something I really like about... more metaphorical or abstract queer themes, I guess? People get down on that sort of thing for 'not being explicit' or whatever, but paradoxically, it's exactly that lack of direct relatability that makes me actually able to vibe with it. (Not to mention that anything intended to be directly relatable is... almost always not, which is a not very unisolating thing to experience and be aware of.)

I guess I'm just. Trying to think through my own experiences and see them as something of value, and not just me Doing Queerness Wrong, which is always my first (and usually my last) thought on the matter. It feels stupid and weird to claim that romance stories are a part of the nature of aromanticism, and even more so to claim that there can be something especially aromantically relevant about them. But when a story can capture some of that feel of being aro/ace - that isolation and loneliness, the self-consciousness, the discomfort that never quite goes away, the thinking this is something you'll never get to have, the catharsis of finding a way to love and be happy that works even if it doesn't look like how you always imagined...

I don't know. Maybe I'm kidding myself to think that 'stories about people who think they'll never get to be in love, realising that they are in love and it's beautiful' could ever be a healthy thing for a self-hating aspec to consume. But I also know that reading those kinds of things is sometimes the closest I come to feeling like an actual person who belongs in this world. And there's... something to that, either way. Even if it's an unhealthy something.

I don't mind it being unhealthy so long as it actually means something. Something that matters.

[jeffersonhairpie]

I left University aged 21 sooooo sosososo miserable and depressed and isolated and I didn't know how to unisolate myself but it turns out! The work of building connections with people is a skill and it's hard at first but you can develop it and over time it gets easier! And it's so goddamn worth it! And ten years ago I had so few friends I didn't bother having birthday parties because no one would come and now I have thirty plus people travelling from all over the country to spend a whole weekend with me celebrating my birthday and I'm so excited to see them all! And I'm so happy that I did the work and now I get to be here

[unisol-communications123]

LC/ST |MM OM4 | Duplex Fiber Patch Cord | Purple(03M length)

Unisol Optical Fiber Patch Cords offer factory-controlled performance in a variety of connections and lengths. To ensure reliability and best performance, all assemblies are inspected for optical characteristics and fiber quality. Patch cords come in a variety of connector types, lengths, and colours. The terminated connectors in assemblies are designed to meet Telcordia industry requirements. It is available in OM1, OM2, OM3, OM4, & OS1, OS2 multi-mode and single mode variants. It can be used with different connector like SC, ST, FC, LC, MTRJ, E2000 connector in Simplex and Duplex mode.

Contact Us

+91 98800 09520 +91 98860 03890 info@unisolcommunications.com

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[fauxpaux]

A thing I drabbled while trying to finish this dang final chapter of the Bodyswap au. It went nowhere and solely exists to braindump words. enjoy? i guess?

What does Mondo think of him? What does he think of himself? In this theoretical universe in which nothing is wrong. In this universe in which high school is normal. One is the enforcer and the other the antagonist and yet they mesh together. Mondo sees an innocence within Kiyotaka that mirrors an inane discomfort within himself. A strength he was forced to take on like a burden, yet does not project an infantilization onto Kiyotaka, but rather a wish of a simpler life than his own he received. From Mondo’s own perspective, Kiyotaka is the normality. The representation of a perfect classmate and a perfect, moral high ground. His execution is flawless and his attitude, while poignant and sharp, is well-meaning with good intent. Aside, there is indeed a kinship within the two specific opposites. The desire to hold those close within a safety. To take the metaphorical bullet. And like two folding upon each other to receive the pain in another's stead, it comes with a herding of a flock. Harsh hand when it necessitates, but a general understanding and love for those close enough to receive it. But then, what does Kiyotaka think of himself? No doubt there is a high standard to reach. A peak, of sorts, that is desired out of himself. Drawn from within his understanding of the world, forced, of course, by a familial history he is well aware of. In such, there is not just a desire for perfection but the need for it. A specificity that could drag him deep into a despair if he dared let himself go so far as to crumble underneath the pressure he puts on himself, one that is also, in some cases forced upon him. One he accepts with grace and a wobbly smile. Because it is all he knows how to do. Here, however, there are buffers. Exceptions to these laws of Ishimaru’s nature that refuse the perfection. Friends, such as Mondo, whom while motivate him to reach that peak, force his hand in understanding that he is only a person and nothing more. He may see himself as said enforcer, an embodiment of the laws in which he upholds, the rules, if you will. Yet with his connection to others, his friends, there comes a messier understanding of himself that does not have the chance to show elsewhere. Without negative influence, there is room to harbor emotion. Allowing a flourishing of oneself that may only appear in the right conditions. Unisolated, comforted, happy.

[helix-enterprises117]

Official Ranking of the "Universal Soldier" films

Self-explanatory, let's go.

Universal Soldier: Regeneration - Pretty much my favorite of the bunch, with the only real downside being that JCVD isn't in it enough. It's a dark, somber, hardcore film about Luc Deveraux returning to his life as a UniSol (after spending two years going to therapy) to rescue the Prime-Minister of Russia's children, who were taken hostage at Chernobyl by terrorists who have their own UniSols.

Universal Soldier - The one that started it all. This is a dumb-fun and cheesey 90s action-flick that I firmly believe should be talked about in the same breath as Rambo, Terminator and RoboCop. The plot: Operation Black Tower is a clandestine program that seeks to preserve and revive deceased Special-Forces soldiers into unstoppable cyborgs. When a reporter runs away with one such soldier and wants to expose the truth about them to the world, things start to get messy.

Universal Soldier II & III - These films don't get enough credit for expanding upon the lore of the first film. Unfortunately, none the original cast come back, but it's the same characters nonetheless. The second film comes immediately after the first one, and the third comes immediately after the second; both films has Luc and the reporter continue to expose the truth about Operation Black Tower while also meeting some people from Luc's past. For dumb and cheesey action-films, these are surprisingly thoughtful and heartfelt.

Universal Soldier: The Return - One word to describe this film: Stupid. It leans too far into the cheese from the first film while having none of the grit, the acting is at it's worst, and there's way too much late 90s/Y2K garbage in here for me to take the film seriously. But at least it's fun and jovial, JCVD is back and clearly enjoying himself, and most importantly, this film is basically the good-ending of the franchise.

Universal Soldier: Day Of Reckoning - Let's just say this movie has the opposite problem that The Return has. Joyless, bleak and overly-dramatic filth that has all of the grit from the first film and none of the charm. If I had said that this was one of my favorite films in the past, then I renounce what I said because this film is so far removed from the first film that I can hardly call it "Universal Soldier." Objectively speaking it's a well-filmed, well-written and well-choreographed cyberpunk film, but that by no means... means that the film was enjoyable.

[galactia]

Full honesty: I had a very bad bout of depression this week because I was isolated. I have a lot of complicated feelings surrounding having to do this, because I was basically forced to isolate by my family for 9 months, alone, in a camper. I was traumatized by it, tbh and it slaps me in the face every time. I’ll be able to unisolate tomorrow, tho after that it’s back to 3 more days of work, which is also hard on my depression, ngl. I couldn’t write, tbh, this last week. I was sad and just really trying to distract myself. But I promise I’m here.

I’m going to get Childe next week tho, so. yay! <3

[unproduciblesmackdown]

since summer stock's Official like press opening was wednesday, there's a couple reviews i've found (without extra digging) and they don't have a world of relevant information but a tiny bit

nyt made it a critic's pick so that's as a rule helpful for the show, says orville "has a secret — no, not that one" in an unisolated and unsurprising instance of prioritizing the critic's own general savviness over actually giving the reader info. i'm assuming this Quip means to imply "his secret is not being closeted (gay style)" but there's nothing further on this point. also says that gloria's character is "beefed-up" which like, you figure all the roles, plotlines, themes are, but one might especially hope for it for gloria b/c really that's who the film is meanest to, and the review says that she has involvement in like created backstory/explanation for aesthetic elements of the "get happy" number (also present in the film's of course) which is truly great and generally encouraging for the role, who in the film despite being responsible for bringing about the whole premise of "her sister discovers following her passions. which are also gloria's passions btw" really only gets the role in that finale of "staying out of jane's way" so, already knew the musical was handling these things v differently but confirmation is nice. the review also mentions will's performance, among others', is always funny.

and that review and the also positive one from the hartford courant also provide the lore that margaret wingate "wants to own all the land in the region. The Falbury farm is in her way, and forcing a marriage between her son Orville." the sentence, surely erroneously, cuts off there: i'm guessing it's like "and Is forcing a marriage between Jane And her son Orville." explains the mystery of "hmm what's that possible map framed on the wingate house set panel" (and maybe what orville's got rolled up underarm in that next gif) and also does help kind of enhance the film's points where like, it doesn't seem like orville and jane Don't like each other or anything, they Are already engaged (probably not the case in the musical), but also orville's dad is pushing it and getting in the way b/c this is like [the town is implicitly named after both wingait and falbury] but no particular Practical reason given. like how he mentions like "yknow jane your great great great grandfather falbury was the one who made Acting illegal here" (like lmao what?????) and this is not explained further nor reckoned with further b/c nobody actually tries leveraging this lol. and he's also like got this shop and presumed local influence and is well off while jane is in some financial straits and that's relevant but like, all via the tractor that they absolutely did not want to put in this stage show (as everyone agrees with lol) and this would make things more direct. and it also says the show within the show is partly a fundraiser for the farm which also makes everything work better with more cohesion and relevant stakes lol

and also everything (even via reading between the lines of a [not officially published] review where they didn't happen to like it much) saying what was also what i figured (based as well as like, what people involved were just telling via interviews) that like nothing's really trying to "subvert" the movie even as they're being completely flexible with reworking it; "book writer Cheri Steinkellner stuck to the movie’s spirit rather than its letter" as the nyt review says. with the review that didn't like it pointing to that the person did not like that spirit lol like well yeah then that adds up. but that's what i've learned from that press opening so far: Orville's Secret and Margaret's Land Scheme

[badassbutterfly1987]

Angstpril Prompts

Liar

invisible wounds

no escape

"why did you leave?" (Thomas + Margaret)

crisis

abandoned

sleepless nights (Ninja)

mind games (SoM: Athos/Holland)

devastation

sacrifice

self-sabotage

confessions

recovery

cruelty

lost in my mind (F.E.A.R.)

"you have to let me go"

running away

exhausted (Castle Falls)

breaking down (UniSol)

"I can't go back"

you're on your own, kid

shadow of former self (Lord Raith)

failure

"I was wrong about you"

nothing lasts forever (Fatal Fury)

storm

heated argument

loss

cast away (Serafina Malvora)

lost hope

Alt. prompts:

til death do us part (Thomas/Justine)

"I can't"

inner demons

no good deed goes unpunished

serious injury

trust issues

loss of control

trauma

memories feel like weapons

mistake