#what’s wrong with meeeeee

[fastorslow]

Can’t sleep because I’m so IRRITATED!!!!!

[unstable-bagel]

Today was my last official day of high school. I honestly don’t know how I feel about it. It doesn’t feel like it was my last day. Next Saturday I graduate. Idk how i feel about that either. This whole month is basically just me being stressed every single day, while also not feeling much of anything, while ALSO feeling every single emotion all at once.

It’s like my heart is going: OH MY GOODNESS EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING SO FAST ITS SO SCARY AND CRAZY AHHH WHAT DO WE DO WHAT DO WE DOOOOOOOO

And then my brain is just: literally wtf is wrong with you, it’s Tuesday. Why are you freaking out

My heart knows what’s going on but my brain can’t comprehend or process anything that’s going on

[radiance1]

Some what of a link to this little ficlet.

The Curse of twins.

Damian didn't know where or when his Grandfather had heard of this specific variation of the curse. But it didn't matter.

He did not need two heirs, so the result would have remained the same regardless.

It went like this:

"Two halves of the same whole, one always limiting the other, only when one half is removed can the other become whole."

Damian, at the time, did not know exactly what it had meant.

But the result was that he had to slay his own brother, or his brother to slay him, for the one remaining to become 'whole.'

Damian despised it. Despised how after he had slain his brother it had worked.

He did not need to worry about or fret over his younger sibling, he had a new drive to gain more and more strength, more efficiency within the League's teachings because of the fact he was not strong enough.

In the end, he had become, 'whole.'

Damian did not regret killing his brother, no. He regretted that he was not strong enough to not have to, not strong enough to look the 'curse' in its face and declared that he need not be whole, that he was strong enough to remain 'half.'

In an odd twist of fate, it worked in his brother's favor as well.

His brother returned from death, yet not from the League's methods. As a ghost, stronger than he was before, with powers granted to him from his status of the dead.

He, too, had become 'whole.'

Was Damian have meant to slay his brother?

Was this both of their fates? Wherein Danny had to die, and Damian live?

Was Damian never supposed to be strong enough to protect his brother in life, and only able to do so in death?

Could Damian never, no matter the circumstances, stop the two of them from becoming 'whole?'

If, granted a second chance, would everything still remain the same?

He knew the answer.

Yes.

Danny was too soft, too kind, too emotional, too childlike to survive what the League had and would have continued to demand of him.

If Damian had not killed him then, then he would have died later to other means.

At least, with the duel ending in Damian's favor, he could ensure Danny be granted a swift, peaceful and merciful end.

Anything else, Damian would be unsure.

So yes, if granted a second chance, Damian would kill him again.

And again.

And again.

As much as he needed to, not to become 'whole' but to ensure his demise be kind. Kind as Danny was, as gentle as Damian could manage with warmth that paled in comparison to Danny's own but much more than the League would have been capable of.

Damian felt, and saw, the slightest dip on the bed in the spot beside him and knew Danny was there. Silent and unseen by Damian's request.

There were no bugs within this room.

Damian had already checked every nook, cranny, and crevice he could find and manage.

He had already trapped the door to make him aware for if one of his 'siblings' (He hated that referral. There were no other 'siblings,' he had and has only one.) decided to make their presence known and if they managed to not trigger it, the room was as well.

Damian leaned over, hooking arm around Danny and pulling him close.

He could allow himself this, for this brief moment.

(Danny was cold. So, so cold.)

(It was both something he despised and took comfort in.)

(He despised how it was the reminder of how he failed, of the strength he lacked, of what he was incapable of.)

(It was a comfort. Because Danny was still there, still here even if only in death.)

He wrapped his other arm around Danny, and felt his younger brother return the gesture.

Yes, this. He could allow himself.

For the briefest of moments.

(3)

[animentality]

I'm crying, my fanfic update is 10k words, what the fuck is wrong with me

this is disgusting.

I'll post it tomorrow.

Jesus Christ.

[auditioheros]

hey so i just learned that kate wasn’t supposed to die in the og fear street script and i am genuinely crashing out

[todayisafridaynight]

sometimes i get nishiki i really do

[jnpje]

w when the. when you. look let's just say that some things are embarrassing. for example: feelings.

[ybcpatrick]

got cocky last night thinking i felt better. went to work this morning with a pep in my step and all the swagger in the world.

guess who's back in fucking bed.

[zappedbyzabka]

[orcgirlcock]

im sorry to anyone who has tried to love me or be my friend, only to find out I'm an inconsistent piece of shit

[cozyqueerchaos]

been meaning to post a fic for like the past six days.... now there are two of them......

[kindnessoverperfection]

Me: I can't admit to having a rough time. That's so embarrassing. Seeking support from someone? Pfft nah, they'll be so annoyed with me. Asking them if they want to hang out? Nooo don't do that, they'll just feel stressed out and obligated, and you'll come off as desperate and annoying :/

Me: ....I wish they'd reach out to me instead. Why aren't they reaching out to me instead? They probably don't care about me.

Friend: Hey Cyra just checking in, are you doing okay?

Me: ....This is a test. If I say anything except "nope I'm doing great! :)" or "kinda ehh day but I'll be okay!! [states something positive and immediately changes the subject]" then they'll think I'm a loser and stop wanting to interact with me.

Friend: Hey do you wanna hang out? :)

Me: Oh god. Ugh. If I say no, they'll be all hurt and possibly upset with me, and the relationship will diminish. So I'm obligated I guess. Obligations suck. Why do people have all these expectations of me :/ I'd better stop trying to make friends with people, or they'll control my entire life.

[guinevereslancelot]

almost forgot to change to my christmas icon who am i

[sexologii]

Leah talks too much she’s getting on my nerves 😭

[rinhaler]

just written my first 10k+ fic on this blog im so sorry everyone im the worst

[smallandalmosthonest]

i go basically years without having a panic attack and then for some reason i hit such an incredibly dense mental wall and i stay in bed for ten days and the thought of interacting with a human person (replying to time-sensitive work emails! answering low-stakes texts from dear friends! checking tumblr messages!) makes me literally tremble and hyperventilate like okay my own brain can you chill for five minutes