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ever since i was a child ive had a headache

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and please remember to stay up late because that’s free time

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the thing is—well. there are too many things, susan thinks. far too many, in fact.

there is their mother's watery eyes, her nervous wringing of hands until her knuckles are rubbed raw; all because lucy had looked at their newly returned father and asked him his name with a bright smile.

there is their father's tight smile, the way his jaw shifts over and over again while he darts his eyes around for anything that might remind him of how things used to be; all because edmund walked right past him to hug peter first.

there is the persistent itch on her fingertips, a distant pain that keeps sending needles through her skin; like her memory clings onto phantom callouses that she will never gain in this grey prison.

there is lucy's tangled hair and her mother's scissors resting on the living room cabinet, neither in sight as she kneels on the floor and picks up the pieces of porcelain that broke between lucy's temper and her mother's desperation.

there is the drawer of knives that edmund makes sure to lock every night while peter's back is turned to pour their parents tea, and the tightening of their mother's grip on the table cloth when she catches him.

there are the dreams; the nightmares full of blood, of a valley full of bodies, of crumbling stone and her siblings sobbing; all followed by the knowing yet confused look in their father's eyes whenever one of them screams themselves awake.

there is their mother, twisting susan's hair into curls that susan's hands forgot how to form while susan hides her tears from the woman who looks too much like susan's reflection ought to; the way susan's nails dig into her palm every time their mother marvels at the young woman she is turning into as though susan has not done this all before and isn't itching to tear her own skin apart to reveal the adult beneath.

there is lucy and edmund, heads shoved together and lips pressed into thin lines while they recover from their father's new haircut; there is the way that she sees peter like he ought to be out of the corner of her eye and brief elation quickly turns sour in her throat when their father stands in the door instead. there is their father's poorly hidden hurt every time they look at him and apologise halfway through a sentence meant for their brother.

there is the fact that susan can no longer bear the taste of certain fruits, all stale compared to what she wishes she could place in lucy's open palm; the fact that everything feels like ash on her tongue and she has to leave family meals once a day to scrape it all off her tongue. the fact that the only tea she still can bear is the one served from her brother's shaking hands and with her sister's soft humming mixed into the sugar.

there is the way susan can never get warm, no matter how long she curls up in the wandering path of england's wrong sun; the way lucy gets restless the longer she remains locked away from her sea, or how edmund refuses to stop climbing the trees and falling asleep in them. there is the way peter shrinks in on himself, carrying a sky not made for his frame.

there are just so many things. susan hopes her mother doesn't find the lists she keeps of it all; of the slip-ups, of the coping mechanisms, of the belts full of teeth marks and the shattered mirrors, of the nighttime pleas—susan keeps it all.

it's the only thing there is left to do.

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i saw this:

and thought it would be fun to actually work that out. so

^^^ every doctor who episode in chronological order

(pls let me know if theres any mistakes! i got most of the info from the tardis wiki so idk if its 100% accurate)

btw!!! the episodes are ordered by where they go FIRST in the episode :) (PLEASE STOP TELLING ME TO PUT UNEARTHLY CHILD FIRST THEYRE IN 1963 FIRS TPLEASEEEEEYEGEHFEHFYUFHGEUYS)

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more college chara and frisk because i had so much fun with the first one lol

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insane how like. well idk. and of course. at the end of the day

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Understanding a line of foreshadowing so well that you have to stand up and walk around the house saying “shit shit shit shit shit” until you’re composed enough to go back. 

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THIS WAS AN ACTUAL POST BY THE POKEMON COMPANY. 

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cruel

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My fave part of this tweet is that even though a lot of people are assuming this was an AI thing or whatever

this is the actual lede of their review of the Super Mario movie

"But it is also, if I check the clock, Mario Time". Poetry

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girl I would kill myself if I did that lol

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perception

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but your honour thats my emotional support word i overuse

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babygirl i am constantly riddled with extreme feelings of inadequacy

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realizing that sticking to the "do it bad" "do it scared" mentality implies theres also a "do it bored"