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#i can't stand this
maroontragedy · 16 days
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this made me sick to my stomach! he just gave up, he had to witness all of that!!! it's just so devastating.
to even begin to think what he's going through... my poor boy.
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I'm sick of asking people to please take COVID precautions. I'm sick of people refusing to put on a mask around me when they're sick. I'm sick of putting out free masks at work, only for them to mysteriously end up packed away again whenever I'm not on shift. I'm sick of having to beg people to care about me. I'm so, so tired of having to beg for my life and be ignored. Every. Single. Day. I'm sick of doctors who think they know better. I'm sick of politicians who simply don't care. Four years ago, we found out that there's this scary new disease that can cause death or new or worsened disability, but hey! there's this one neat trick you can take to greatly reduce the chance that your friends and neighbors die. And nobody does it.
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fannyyann · 10 months
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they call carter BUTTERCUP 😩😩😩😩😩
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rheakira · 4 months
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Having trouble breathing today.
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zhansww · 2 years
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My chest started to hurt because of anxiety i guess because Munich train station is fucking crowded 🥺🥺
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sebsdaniel · 2 months
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Jake taking out JEV as well... Jake, if I catch you....
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weak-hero · 1 year
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oh no, the villain arrived... in ugly outfit
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total-toral · 7 months
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Aaaargh
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adamsrcnan · 2 years
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Kell forced himself back up to his hands and knees. A drop of red hit the ground. Blood was dripping from his nose, his body pleading with him to stop. Instead, he wiped his hand across his face and pressed his stained palm to the damp floor.
“As Steno,” he said, bracing for what happened next. A sheen of ice spread beneath his hand, coating the wooden planks, and Kell felt a bright, brief flare of relief as the blood magic worked. And then his vision dropped away, and his world went black as the white-hot horror carved beneath his skin.
He fought the urge to scream, and failed, the sound tearing free as he collapsed, his burning cheek against the icy patch of floor, and sobbed in pain, and anger, and grief.
Who was he without magic?
What was he worth?
His sight flickered back, but the room was spinning now, and he squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to force air back into his aching lungs. He was still lying there when he heard the door open, boots stomping across the wooden floor. The world darkened behind his eyes as a shadow fell across his face.
“Enough,” said Lila, and he could hear the anger in her voice, but it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t stop, not until the magic spoke to him again. Not until it remembered who and what he was. Not until he was strong enough to take it back.
“You’re scaring the crew.”
“My apologies,” he murmured.
If Lila were someone else, she might have stroked his hair, might have even laid down there beside him on the cabin floor, tangled her fingers with his, and told him it would be all right, they would get through this, they would find a way, he would be whole again.
Instead, she took out a knife.
He heard the scrape of the weapon sliding free from its sheath, and a moment later, the steel dropped to the floor beside him, the edge within reach. The message seemed rather clear.
“If I could put myself out of my misery, I would,” he muttered, and in that moment, it felt true. But Lila only hissed through her teeth.
“Idiot,” she said, dropping into a nearby chair. “Do you know what else you are, Kell?”
“Tired?”
“Spoiled. And lazy.”
“I’m already down,” he said with a wince. “You don’t have to kick me.”
Lila sighed and leaned back in her chair. “There was a sell sword, back in London.”
She never called it Grey London, but he knew that’s what she meant. Her voice took on a different quality, whenever she spoke of her other life, the one before.
Kell took a questing breath. The pain had faded, leaving exhaustion in its wake. He tried to sit up, but couldn’t manage yet, so he summoned the strength to roll onto his back. And looked at the ceiling instead of her.
“What was his name?”
- Threads of Power teaser, The Visible Life of V. E. Schwab
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(SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP. MY BABY KELL!! THIS HURTS SOOOOO MUCH TO READ OH MY GOD HE BETTER BE OKAY)
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spectrumlife99 · 2 years
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Quick PSA: “Basement dweller” is not okay!
Okay, so, around the internet, I see the term “basement dweller” thrown around a lot as a derogatory term for people who still live with their parents as an adult...and I don’t like it.  You don’t know exactly WHY someone still lives with their parents (unless they straight up tell you of course), and assuming that they’re a lazy manchild (which many people who use this term do) is not okay...some people actually CANNOT live on their own for various reasons, you know.  Many autistic people (including myself) can’t live on their own because of the disability, and when I see “basement dweller” thrown around at them, it makes my blood boil.  They can’t help it, they wouldn’t even be able to survive on their own...and they don’t deserve to be picked on for it!  
What I’m trying to say here is, you don’t know the situation and why they’re still with their parents, so PLEASE STOP ASSUMING THINGS!  It’s NOT okay and it can really be hurtful! 
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I say this with love: but how can you say dm is ‘a bully through and through’ but continue to share her blinds on your blog when they fit the narrative you want to believe? feels hypocritical to me
Hi dear,
I have no idea what you mean bc I don't only share stuff that "fits the narrative I want". I share nearly all her posts about H or L, my own time permitting. You clearly haven't been paying attention to my blog if you haven't seen the 3894723986483276458372 holivia (and other) deuxmoi posts I have shared over the last 2 years.
Also, I am literally constantly advocating for CONTEXT and having the full picture of events and situations. I always try to share uncropped videos and pictures, even when stunts are included, and link to everything. I want fans and everyone to get the full picture and have the full understanding of what went down as much as possible.
So you accusing me of being hypocritical for something I don't even do says more about you than me. *with love xoxo*
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iwtvdramacd18 · 2 years
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If Lestat does have biological children out there.
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hellolovers13 · 2 years
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THE MOST HANDSOME?????? THE FUCK HOW FUCKING CUTE ARE THESE FUCKERS
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blackwoolncrown · 25 days
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I get it, I really do, but I feel like ppl w decision paralysis related to Gazans are also suffering from a kind of non-malignant egotism
"who do I decide to give it to? everyone needs help! I can't help them all!"
You're not the only person they're asking!!!!!
If you choose one person to help that day, a bunch of other ppl choose others
stopping to overthink your inflated importance as an individual versus one in many is what's giving you paralysis
the more you burden yourself as an incapable hero the less you all act as a group-- which is the exact answer you're looking for
fkn close your eyes, scroll on OOB and donate to whoever you click on first
you're not god, it's not your job to save everyone
JUST DO SOMETHING
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