#Reality hurts

[eshiraku-iixv]

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Palestine collection #2

[i-should-have-stayed-home]

I Miss the kid me. The one with only happiness in their heart. The one who didn't yet care about what or who they are, and was just happy to be.

I miss the me I was before it all.

[epicwin64]

Me originally thinking Futaba Sakura was going to be a happy gamer girl only for reality to set in

[trappedinmy-mind]

Shattered plate

There is this plate that has fallen to the ground multiple times but surprisingly is always strong enough to not break. It’s a thicker plate with flowers on it, we’ve had it for years now. It’s beautiful and it’s my favourite. Over and over it falls and falls, and we laugh that this plate is so strong it’s never going to shatter. We’ve had lots of other plates that fall once and it breaks in an instant, but not this one. But little do we know that the plate has little hairline fractures that we don’t notice, that over time the little fractures become bigger, with each use and each fall.

We are the plate, our relationship is the plate. We fall and fall over and over, never breaking, thinking that we are okay, saying that we are okay. Moving right along in our life in routine; like the plate moves from the dishwasher to the cupboard. But little do we know that we are breaking everyday , but with just small hairline fractures that we don’t notice. Until one day, we open the cupboard to get the plate that we have both relied on over and over again to see that it had shattered on its own in the dark. The impact of falling didn’t break it, it was that it kept falling, never mending , that one day it just broke, silently. That was us, we didn’t break over one big crash, we broke silently over time, that one day we woke up and found our relationship shattered in the dark. Do you keep a shattered plate?

~e.t. | trappedinmy-mind

[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

imagine getting twenty four hours of a fraction of a taste of what marginalized bloggers on this fucking site have been told "doesn't break TOS" for the past 15 years and deciding to openly threaten to just nuke the entire website lmfao

[borealistic]

it's so cool and so sexy how my best ideas for writing are at fucking 5am in the morning when i can't find my glasses let alone open a word doc

[mooninkling]

Gifted kid they told me I was sometime, And lie it would be to say I didn't believe. One day, when, I don't know to tell, Life decided I had it too well. I found myself between the walls Of trusting myself or my teen phase calls. Horrendous nights full of tissues hidden under the bed, Days on the phone with a smiling dad. Things started fading, Never once I was or wanted to be depressing But everything felt without meaning As my life when I was 9 or 10 and I found about dying.

-Fragment from Gotta sort you out

[iwannadance]

history repeats itself . . .

[loopeyfluff]

Im severely unwell tonight

[eshiraku-iixv]

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 71

Klarion is delighted, excited, impatient, and so very happy. He’s found a friend, not the justice league baby-crew who don’t know how to make friends properly or the order-magician who doesn’t play right, but another realm-being his age! They’re even around the same death-date, his is just a couple years earlier! But to beings who aren’t adults until they’re well into the hundreds that’s practically nothing!

His new friend even has a familiar too- even if he has to explain what a familiar is- and, and even shares his two other friends with him! 

He’s been in this world for what feels like so long trying to make friends and he’s made three in just a month! And they even know how to properly play and wrestle without targeting Teekl like a certain order lord who he doesn’t like. 

Oh! Hey it’s the justice league kiddy-crew! Were they feeling neglected or something?

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

i want to not be here i want to go away i want to not exist in this reality

living with fictional serial killer twins and their little brother and a dead town just seems much more desirable

[gatitahhh]

Your own blood are the worst. They make you feel worthless and not enough. Nothing seems to ever be enough or good. I want to disappear….

-Gatitahh

[bird--egg]

No one will understand you--you are all alone

[ID: Colored digital art featuring Lionblaze holding Dovepaw in StarClan and Hawkfrost holding Ivypaw in the Dark Forest. Their positions are mirrored vertically, linked by Dovepaw and Ivypaw's twined tails.

In the top half of the image, Lionblaze holds Dovepaw close to himself, shielding her with his paws, and he growls protectively at the viewer. Dovepaw seems to be uncomfortable at Lionblaze's overprotectiveness, trying to get out of his grasp. She has a solid yellow halo behind her head, and there's a larger yellow ring around her and Lionblaze. Six disembodied eyes are watching them. Outside the ring are several winged StarClan cats, with halos above their heads and around their wrists.

In the bottom reversed half of the drawing, Hawkfrost draws Ivypaw closer to himself, smiling deviously as he covers her face with his paws. Ivypaw looks away with a downcast expression. She has a solid red halo behind her head, and it's dripping like blood. Behind her and Hawkfrost is a dark purple forest of dead trees. Six paws claw upwards towards StarClan. Where the two sides connect are clouds and dripping blood.

The second image is identical, except that it is flipped so that Hawkfrost and Ivypaw are on the top. End ID] ID written by @curlfeatherstar

[badboysteve]

Steve really looked at these severely traumatized kids regularly giving him shit, threatening to prosecute him, dragging him into danger left and right and said:

'Yeah! Yeah, give me six of my own. I want to do this for the rest of my life.'

And I think that's beautiful.

[hanafubukki]

Death.

That’s what would end this dream.

But it wasn’t fair, this was supposed to be a happy dream was it not?

But someone needed to die in order for Lilia to wake up.

In order for them to stop Malleus.

It would be cruel to have Mallenoa die in front of Lilia, in a dream that was supposed to end happily.

It would be too much if any of you were to cause such a demise.

But any other answer would be just as cruel.

The devoted son? No, that would break Lilia.

The overly loyal prodigee? No, that would add trauma and guilt for Lilia and might affect his relationship with Baul.

Grim had little to no ties with Lilia, his death would not cause him to wake up nor would you allow any harm to come to him.

…so that left only one answer.

Yours.

It would have to be the shock from your death that would awaken everyone from this dream.

Your hands shook.

Will this work?

And if it didn’t, what would happen to you? To the others? To Malleus?

As you stare at Mallenoa and the victorious fae army celebrating their win against the Knight of Dawn.

You had made a choice.

You breathed.

Deep breathes in.

Deep breaths out.

You swiftly turned.

I’m so sorry.

You knew your choice would bring pain to a number of people. Lilia and Malleus, who would lose a sister and mother respectively. They would also loose you if anything went wrong in this dream and reality.

Sebek, Silver, and Grim would feel devastated at not being able to stop you.

But this was the only way and the one least painful.

…you hoped.

You had never confessed your feelings to Lilia. You didn’t have the chance to, especially after he announced his departure.

And you couldn’t be selfish and weigh him down with your feelings.

But you hoped he cared enough about you that it would work. That the fleeing glances from General Lilia was an indicator of his feelings for you.

You allowed your self to be selfish just this once. You hoped that you would be enough to wake him up because anything else would be too painful.

If not, then at least it was just your death and the least painful of the four.

If this doesn’t work, I can at least keep Malleus company…despite his inky self and how awkward it might be.

By now, you can hear voices questioning what you were doing. You can hear the alarms in their voices as you near the edge of a cliff without any falter in your steps.

You turn around, there’s barely any space left between you and the air that would welcome you.

The others are in varying degrees of panic.

General Lilia had noticed the commotion by now, his eyes widening as he took in your form.

Good, he would be too far to get to you in time.

You smiled at them.

It will be alright.

…you fell back.

…only to wake up gasping back in Diasomnia’s lounge.

With several gasps echoing right after yours.

Part 2