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vsemily · 1 year
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Destined to meet
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dnphobe · 5 months
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"i wanted to look emo, and attract emo boys" — amazingphil, 2023
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timidloner · 1 year
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im gonna make an mc that was extremely rebellious but is now so bitter and dead inside-
Joren, a man with bad coping mechanisms and unable to handle his emotions in a healthy way, seeing your MC:
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arrowflier · 2 years
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Home
Previous Parts: 1. Car   2. House   3. Group Home
4. After everything, he got to go home again.  Home to his house, to his family and all of their problems—paying bills, putting food on the table, and keeping the kids out of trouble.  He fell back into his old routine, along with everyone else, and everything was just like it was before.
But none of it felt right anymore.  He’d had a taste of something else, something more, and his life no longer fit within the same walls.  The sound of happy chatter around the table, the echo of children’s cartoons through the living room—it happened around him, but he wasn’t part of it.  It made him think of pizza rolls and beer and snorted laughter, of body heat and sly glances from the side.  And every time a door opened, or someone spoke to his back, he—
Monica would have understood, he thought.  She must have felt that way too, every time she came back.  Back to people and places that didn’t match what she’d left behind.
And he tried, he really did.  Tried like she must have tried, all those times.  To put his own thoughts aside, to be part of the whole again.  To be part of what made the house home.
He couldn’t.
So he left.
“Name?” they asked him when he got on the bus, nothing but a bag of old clothes on his shoulder.
“Phillip Gallagher,” he answered, and decided he was.  
He wasn’t Ian anymore.  Ian was young, and hopeful, and naive.  Ian was a child sleeping in the back of a car, a boy sharing a room with his brothers.  A man convinced that everything he needed lay in the heart of someone who couldn’t ask him to stay.
Ian never left.  He just became someone new.
New worked, for a while.  New kept him going, kept him in check.  The barracks weren’t home, but he didn’t need one—home hadn’t been enough anyway.
The work was enough.  The grueling slog of wake, train, sleep.  Following orders without question, like he was used to, like he always had before the day he—
Before the day he didn’t.
It felt good, to be good again.  He aced his physicals, scored high on marksmanship.  Was too tired to remember why he excelled; too tired to think of obstacle courses on rooftops, or shooting guns under the L, or running from the cops just to keep an eye on someone who had to.
And he didn’t mind the other rules, either.  Rules that grated on him not long ago, in a different world.  Rules like staying quiet, like staying put.  It didn’t matter when they told him he couldn’t leave, because he didn’t have anywhere else to go.
And he was doing well, he was.  His bunk was starting to feel like his, worn to the shape of his tired bones.  The voices of the other soldiers grew familiar, the cadence of their snores a staple of his nights.  
Most nights, at least, when the others weren’t up late whispering.  They did that a lot, it seemed.  Sharing news from outside, details of lives they left behind.  They hadn’t left themselves behind the way he had.
“Got a letter from my little sister,” Joey Burns said one night.  “She got into Harvard.”
“My girlfriend left a message with the sergeant,” Conner Williams shared the next.  “Her dad ain’t got long left.”
“You hear about the ruckus down in the city?” Jerry Goodman asked in the early hours.  “Big drug ring got busted, bet the cops get a big head about it now.”
“Any of you talkin’ for a reason?” Ian cut in sharply.  “Because I’m here to train, not to listen to your gossip.”
They grumbled, but they shut up.  Stopped talking where he could hear them.  Eyed him warily in the mess, during drills, but left him alone.
He’d thought he was good at being alone, by then, but apparently he wasn’t.
Being alone gave him too much time, too much freedom.  Too many sleepless nights staring at the ceiling, plain and unmarred, unable to shut up his own mind in the absence of mindless chatter.
He made it a week longer.  Almost two.  Ignored the overeager recruit that almost bombed his whole squad by accident, and the way his singed eyebrows looked oddly familiar.  Ignored the know-it-all private with the curly hair that almost got himself discharged for talking back, and the way he somehow knew that a middle finger was raised discreetly behind the private’s back.  Ignored the overly familiar woman at the mess, and the kids there to visit their medal-bedecked dad.
It was fine.  He was fine.  
Then he stumbled across two boys his age on their way back from the armory, cheeks rosy, uniforms wrinkled.
“Damn,” one of them said with a self-satisfied smirk.  “We gotta get extra duties more often.”
“Shit,” the other one hissed, seeing Ian, nothing but fear in his face.  “Hey, it’s not what you—”
Ian walked away.
The next day he stole a helicopter, and tried to fly it home.
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vamprisms · 3 months
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adhd will have you fighting for your life to do beloved hobbies that bring you nothing but joy
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isawiitch · 8 months
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ok NOW we can all freak out marvel vfx workers voted to unionize thank god
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liquidstar · 5 months
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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silverspleen · 4 months
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Every time I see that G--gle phone photoshop commercial my heart is filled with infinite sadness, like, yeah it's cool you can have a good family photo, it's cool you can do that, but god, there is something to be said for the honesty of a family photo where you're blinking, or crying, or have ugly wrinkles.
What is too unsightly for you? Would you swipe-click-replace out the image of my cousin crying on our Florida trip family reunion photo? Would you remove the plastic snake I have clenched in my grip, which I still have to this day? Would you scoff at the wrinkles around our eyes and the strands of hair on our faces as we squint into the wind, the day before the massive storm? Would I remember it if I didn't have these reminders, if the picture was perfect and clean, all children in a row with perfect gleaming white tombstone tooth smiles? No tears. No plastic snake.
Everyone is beautiful and no one looks genuine.
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ithappensoffstage · 13 days
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I am genuinely so worried for all the young horny dykes going into adulthood thinking there's something "problematic" / "wrong" with them for being horny because fucking tiktok lesbians think any horny dyke content is "male gaze fetishitic"
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aesthetic-uni · 15 days
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It’s that time of the year again
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deuxaeonn · 2 months
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I love foils. So, here's a collection of similarities between Vox and Alastor!
The classic angry table clawing - everyone knows that one:
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Smiling for heightened control and influence (and smiling through annoyance):
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The [demonic shock] [slow head turn] [extra filtered voice] "haha, what did you [just] say?" scenes:
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These scenes, at the beginning and end of Stayed Gone:
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Depicting themselves as a member of a religious institution to vie for the audience's trust:
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auckie · 21 days
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https://x.com/MorePerfectUS/status/1765391777580912958?s=20
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PLEASE GD IF YOU LOVE AND WANT TRAINS
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eosofspades · 8 months
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i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues
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rapidashrider · 6 months
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The agonising feel when a character tag is full of shipping that you Simply Do Not Vibe With. The solution is, naturally, to keep scrolling. But the wince, the WINCE.
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shayneysides · 10 months
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hobie: kill yourself
pavitr: WHAT THE HELL BRO WHAT DID I DO
original format from @ha-youwish in this post!
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i need to know every language immediately
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