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So.

After seven months, my sibling is now cancer free, and home for outpatient physical therapy and occupational therapy as well.

It’s been a long, stressful, scary trip we never wanted to take.

He almost died, multiple times, from complications and infections.

I’m still in therapy to deal with my horridly narcissistic mother, and it’s going well. But the past months of my brother’s illness have been very stressful for all of us.

Then, Yesterday I found out a childhood friend passed away unexpectedly.

We’d even dated, and stayed close, but the time dealing with my brother’s illness caused me to drift from my socializing and I didn’t know he had passed a month ago until last night on a Facebook post as I updated friends and family that my brother was home again.

It was another blow to deal with, despite good news there was a post saying a good friend was gone, far too young and too sudden.

I spent the entire seven and more months feeling tired, stressed and I am certainly aware I said and did things that were upsetting.

At least I am now my emotional state and mental state are in a place to process everything better.

@alastors-radioshow I am sorry for things I said and did, I was so stressed and upset and just…angry that I took it out on you and others unnecessarily. I didn’t know how to express what was going on with my family when we got the diagnosis of my brother’s illness.

We had been told he might be dead in a month, and being so close to him made it difficult to bear and I lashed out.

I was trying to cling to people who I could see and touch, talk to and hold as my world fell apart around me.

and I needed and wanted to be there for my brother during this mess, afraid to lose them, him, and those closest to home.

Therapy has helped.

I’m sorry you and others were targets of my frustrations and anger in my uncertainty of thinking I might loose another family member a scant five years after losing my father, whom I was also close to.

I needed to learn to grieve, and accept that my already small family was about to be hit by possible devastating loss once more.

I’m lucky the doctors treating my brother were successful in curing him, despite the illness leaving him frail, he’s alive, and he’s home.

It’s been a hell of a tough ride, and I read messages, even if I didn’t have the energy or emotional stability to respond properly to any of them.

Do I regret things I said? Things that I did or didn’t do?

Yes.

Do I regret taking time to work on my own needs, being with my family, and rekindle connections with those close to home ?

No.

But I do miss you, all of you.

@strikers-saloon

@sharp-shooter-no-more-moxxie

@warfared

@do-these-eyes-look-human

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put your "on repeat" playlist on shuffle, list the first 10 songs and tag 10 people to do the same…

1. Square hammer, Ghost

2. Little ghost, the white stripes

3. La vie en rose, Edith Piaffe

4. Hazy shade of winter, bangles cover

5. Stand up, stand out, Specimen

6. Pong, Eisenfunk

7. Dead man’s party, blue oyster cult

8. Iko, Iko, various, but Dixie cups were a favorite

9. Allons Danse collinda, Lee Benoit

10. Bury me low, 8 graves

Tagged by: @alastors-radioshow

Tagging:

@sharp-shooter-no-more-moxxie

@alastors-radioshow (another ten! lol well, if you want..)

@do-these-eyes-look-human

And anyone else interested!

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@alastors-radioshow

Caliber says Bonjour….

💜 Picrew! 💜

Tagged by: @hellsmayflower

Tagging: @sinnerxroulette(Whoever you want!), @iomadachd(Whoever you want! But Dew or Phantom could be fun), @deathmimedream(Whoever you want!), @strikers-saloon, @notxyourxdevilxdoll, and whoever else sees this and would find it fun! Please note that just because you're tagged, you're not obligated to do it!

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A massive pile of them! With fancy jam!

Reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a Croissant (🥐).

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Reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a Croissant (🥐).

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Reblog to hug a Ghoul!

(Add a colored heart in your reblog to show what element(s) the ghoul you hugged was!)

❤️ fire

💙 water

🤍 air

💚 earth

💜 quintessence

🧡 multi

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Reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a Croissant (🥐).

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Reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a Croissant (🥐).

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“Nah, I was only going to cook if you were interested in breakfast. Besides, you know I like it right off the bones more than I like it cooked. “

Caliber purred like venom at Carlos, grinning with too many sharp teeth in his mouth.

“I love a challenge. We can dump a few of the more fit idiots out there, and chase them down.”

“YOU CAN ROLL YOUR EYES AND BE SARCASTIC ALL YOU WANT, BUT YOU ARE STILL COMMITTING A CRIME!” The tall, dreadlocked Goth accused from the balcony, glowing blue eyes full of laughter.

Caliber never meant it when he teased the pirate king, but sometimes he wasn’t sure if Vaas was aware of that.

The pirate king smirked as he turned around. "Oh yeah, and who's going to fucking tell on me here? You?" A chuckle escaped him as he took out a cigar and lit it, knowing that the other wasn't going to do anything about it. He may be bigger than him, but Vaas knew that he could slip away if needed.

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Caliber slowed his stride to keep pace with Vaas.

“I don’t like hunting hungry, but then, I use more energy so I like to eat.” He shrugged, leering at a few of the tourists who cringed away, calling him the devil, or a monster.

“Maybe we do need a good hunt. Get all the restless energy out.”

“YOU CAN ROLL YOUR EYES AND BE SARCASTIC ALL YOU WANT, BUT YOU ARE STILL COMMITTING A CRIME!” The tall, dreadlocked Goth accused from the balcony, glowing blue eyes full of laughter.

Caliber never meant it when he teased the pirate king, but sometimes he wasn’t sure if Vaas was aware of that.

The pirate king smirked as he turned around. "Oh yeah, and who's going to fucking tell on me here? You?" A chuckle escaped him as he took out a cigar and lit it, knowing that the other wasn't going to do anything about it. He may be bigger than him, but Vaas knew that he could slip away if needed.

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Rory shrugged.

“Kill me? Well…that would be a first. It hasn’t stuck yet.” He dusted stood the sand off, and looked at his ruined shirt and tac vest.

“Don’t suppose you can lend me some sewing supplies to fix my shirt?”

He sighed, shaking his head.

“Maybe we could make a trade or something….my crash kit’s waterproof and it’s pretty well Intact. Maybe I can trade you medicine for stuff I need?”

“If you like breathing, you might want to fix this.” Rory indicated the bloody knife wound in Vaas’ side.

The lanky, scarlet-haired EMT had washed up on shore with his gear, in the middle of a skirmish.

He didn’t seem the least bit concerned over the fact he had three bullet holes in his own chest, however.

"If you value your life, you'll get off my island." The pirate spat blood onto the already stained sand. Every so often, a group of raiders thinking they can be real pirates show up on the island to try and take what Vaas had worked his whole life for. His men finished off the last of them. Truthfully, he didn't even feel his wounds. He never did.

His breathing was heavier and his pupils taking away what color had been in his eyes for the moment but what do you expect with his sort of lifestyle. It took him a few moments before looking at the person that had spoken to him. "Who the hell are you?"

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“So you’re not going to come in for breakfast first? Fiiiiiiinnneeee.”

Caliber simply vaulted the railing and landed beside Vaas, grinning.

“So, what’s the plan then? A raid? Hunting? Some games with those stupid tourists we got yesterday?”

“YOU CAN ROLL YOUR EYES AND BE SARCASTIC ALL YOU WANT, BUT YOU ARE STILL COMMITTING A CRIME!” The tall, dreadlocked Goth accused from the balcony, glowing blue eyes full of laughter.

Caliber never meant it when he teased the pirate king, but sometimes he wasn’t sure if Vaas was aware of that.

The pirate king smirked as he turned around. "Oh yeah, and who's going to fucking tell on me here? You?" A chuckle escaped him as he took out a cigar and lit it, knowing that the other wasn't going to do anything about it. He may be bigger than him, but Vaas knew that he could slip away if needed.

[deathmimedream]

@real-pirate-king

“I don’t think I can leave. Boat sank, and I can only swim so far….” He shrugged. “Repeatedly drowning is not any fun.” He chuckled, offering a hand, lime green eyes sparkling.

“I’m Riordan Robertson, but most call me Rory. I’m a doctor. So…you want me to fix the hole in your side, or no?”

This still didn’t address how he was still standing and talking to Vaas with three definite killing shots in his chest…but he didn’t seem to notice them either.

“If you like breathing, you might want to fix this.” Rory indicated the bloody knife wound in Vaas’ side.

The lanky, scarlet-haired EMT had washed up on shore with his gear, in the middle of a skirmish.

He didn’t seem the least bit concerned over the fact he had three bullet holes in his own chest, however.

"If you value your life, you'll get off my island." The pirate spat blood onto the already stained sand. Every so often, a group of raiders thinking they can be real pirates show up on the island to try and take what Vaas had worked his whole life for. His men finished off the last of them. Truthfully, he didn't even feel his wounds. He never did.

His breathing was heavier and his pupils taking away what color had been in his eyes for the moment but what do you expect with his sort of lifestyle. It took him a few moments before looking at the person that had spoken to him. "Who the hell are you?"

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@real-pirate-king

“You know……if you smoked that it would keep longer.” A deep voice rumbled, from behind, and well above the Pirate’s height.

“I could make a nice basting sauce for the meat as well….maybe some side dishes. “ the purring growl continued.

“Dirty rice, some stewed greens….maybe a little pico de gallo? What do y’all think, boss?” Caliber just grinned devilishly.

🔪

The pirate was in the middle of his compound, carving up dinner for his crew. This was some poor soul that thought an island vacation would've been a great thing. It was until they were caught. Arms and legs were pulled apart and held by rope to some wooden poles as the self proclaimed king used his knife to open him up and clean out the inside. These would be scraps for the dogs they kept. Music was blaring from the radio for a party that was just getting started, they hadn't noticed that they weren't alone yet.

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The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

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The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

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“Nah, but it’s no fun when I don’t get a chance to play too, were you just going to sneak off and let me oversleep?”

He crossed his arms and mock-pouted.

“At least come back for breakfast. Crime is easier when you don’t have an empty stomach. I’ll make you something yummy.”

“YOU CAN ROLL YOUR EYES AND BE SARCASTIC ALL YOU WANT, BUT YOU ARE STILL COMMITTING A CRIME!” The tall, dreadlocked Goth accused from the balcony, glowing blue eyes full of laughter.

Caliber never meant it when he teased the pirate king, but sometimes he wasn’t sure if Vaas was aware of that.

The pirate king smirked as he turned around. "Oh yeah, and who's going to fucking tell on me here? You?" A chuckle escaped him as he took out a cigar and lit it, knowing that the other wasn't going to do anything about it. He may be bigger than him, but Vaas knew that he could slip away if needed.