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Juvie亢奋EUPHORIA AU 第5章已更新

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AO3：archiveofourown.org/works/63506920

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Still my favorite job. Honestly they should have ditched the tacked on grimdark 'the thing is killingyou' bit and just had the whole game Johny being Johny at you often at inopertune times.

detectives v and silverhand in the field.

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It is probibly the biggest "missing the point" of any adaptional media I have ever seen yeah.

i like to think johnny silverhand being added to fortnite is actually canon and it's one of the ways arasaka tortured him in mikoshi

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V takes Judy by the hand and they become Aldecados. V has the hellman relic shematics, she has millions. She gets more. The Calburn that belonged to the merc who killed Adam Smasher goes to a merc for an impossible job. The Kusanagi that was outside the gig the last time Samuri played is auctioned off. Stormtech, the Technomancers, every merc in the afterlife get their pay day. She lives, and keeps on living. She lives, 6 months becoming 18 becoming 10 years becoming a cure. She becomes boring. The crazy wine aunt of the Aldecaos. Full of insight wrapped up in 'can't possibly be true' stories. She's the fairy grandmother of the clan, and no one belives a word of any of it as she out lives Mitch, and Panam, and any one that could back any of it up. The day after she outlives Judy they find her in her camper, a converted fire engine wth a retooled AI that still acts like its in a taxi. Dead, with an open net connection still warm in her chair, with Never Fade Away playing on a loop, a model porche in her hands and a BD of swiming along side a sirene whose voice gave her a reason to live in her wreathe. Its another day before they start going through 'Aunt V's' stuff. Start to find things in her private stash. The last clothes Johny Silverhand ever wore. The dog tags of Saborou Arasaka, Bartelemoss's deck proof that every crazy story was if anything down played.

Us Cracks miss a tour date and play at the funeral.

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A robot angel with mechanical arms as her wings by alexcipriano

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A washed up Rocker helps you come to terms with your terminal illness.

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If you can keep your head when all about you    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too;   

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same;   

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone,    And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,    Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son! (it was asked and ist a favorite of mine)

“If you can fill the unforgiving minute/ With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,/ Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,/ And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!” - Rudyard Kipling (born: 30 December 1865)

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Politicians in that town should resign. You failed.

Feeding people who were hungry was in the Bible. Christians/church skip over that part.

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I basicly stopped posting my crtave writing here veacse it gota few likes and no reblogs so no visability at all. That and the character limit which suuucks for my style of prose.

hey let's have this conversation again since the like/reblog ratio is getting SOOOO much worse. if you like content, reblog it. the people who follow you cannot see when you've liked a post, unless your likes are visible and they are routinely going through them, which i assure you they are not. by reblogging content, you are making it visible to other accounts. fanart, gifs, edits, etc. may be fun to make but they are very time consuming and it is much appreciated that if you enjoy them, you take the brief moment to reblog them to show that appreciation - and it helps. as fun as they may be, it is often kind of discouraging for posts to not do well because for every one person that reblogged it, five left a like and kept it pushing

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To methe isonating thing is the lack of milestones. Because of disability Ive never hada job or learned to drive. Becase of being aromantic I've never held hands,kssed or dated. Its hard not to feel left behind (and for freinds who are in the same boat like I am holding them back) For all I am absolutely content with my life its hard when Ive missed so many culturaly expected rights of passage and milestone markers.

The aspec mood of watching all your friends dating and getting into relationships and you just... aren't. I really want to be happy for them but it just fills me with dread. I don't even want a relationship right now. The thought alone makes me uncomfortable. But to watch everyone around me fall in love and talk about being in love... It makes me feel terribly alone.

My younger brother is introducing his girlfriend to our relatives this Christmas and I haven't so much as kissed someone. Somehow that feels as though he hit an important milestone that I can't even fathom reaching.

Rationally I know there's nothing wrong with being single. I genuinely won't mind if I never get a romantic relationship. I just don't want to be alone. And when everyone has their significant other, who will be left to care about me?

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We are all our own haters Horge and the cave is one of our own making. We can leave at any tme but that's scary, the certainty of misery is often more atractave.

"everybody hates me" factoid actually just a statistical error. The average person doesn't hate you, especially not your friends. You, a person who sits in your room experiencing self loathing every day, are an outlier adn should not have been counted.

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🎄Merry Christmas！！🎄

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