hope everyone knows that silvercandle never really had a " divorce " when the silver exit interview came out, they dont hate eachother at all
They still do talk and it is stated by silver himself that theyll eventually work it out later on, but for now they need to work on themselves while still being friends. But not as close as they were [ they still WILL talk, its stated in his interview ]
Silvercandle is as one-sided as it can be, and honestly im happy its like that. They have their issues that need to be resolved and they are working on that by simply taking a little time away from eachother
And that would be probably the best outcome after the events of iii18
They both have their own issues, yet they complete eachother in a way. They both care about eachother, yet need to work out their own issues.
So its understandable as to why people are sad about this but you guys have to understand that it couldve been worse, she couldve just completely ghosted him and left him with only the feeling hatred towards him. That would be something that would break so many peoples hearts, and just making them immediately make up would just be way too rushed
But this? this was the best outcome that could happen
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Hey y'all! Do you have any recommendations for irons to use as a quilter? I iron sitting down, and the iron I have might possibly be older than I am and is kind of heavy and unwieldy, but idk what I should be looking for in terms of irons for quilting
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anyways nothing made me more self aware and ashamed than sharing with someone else how i keep panels organized so now i gotta expose myself because i feel like its insane
every comic (and character for rose's case) has its own folder
inside those folders theres HUNDREDS of albums, each dedicated to their own issue and some with nesting dolls of more folders (like for the oneshot section). i heart organizing shit awfully and listing what comic theyre from when posting them. over 90% of my phone storage is dedicated to me just hoarding panels. think how much i post vs how much id post if i didnt transcribe everything and be GRATEFUL
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Count the ways I've had a fucked up life:
-Shoved my twin sister when we were 3 and saw blood come out of her ears from the knock on her head. From that point on she was half-deaf.
-Twin sister and I nearly drowned at age 6 by being pulled into a powerful rip-tide at an unsupervised beach. My parents thought it was cute until we couldn't swim back and they both had to swim out to get us. I remember being really tired, and them being unsure about being able to swim back to shore.
-At age 11 witnessed my mother forgetting to apply the brake to her car. She tried to get back in and tripped, it subsequently rolled over her, crushing her foot and dragging her down the road. She bled profusely. The crimson stained pavement haunted me for a long time. I blamed myself because I arrived home from a friend's house at the same exact same time and believed I distracted her.
-Accidently electrocuted myself when I was bored while watching my siblings play on the computer. Without looking, I fiddled with the back of an old lamp with my finger tips, but I didn't know that fumbling the cables would cause it to surge. The large shock sent my arm numb for about an hour. Didn't seek treatment because the power tripped and I was worried I would get yelled at.
-Deep in the bush, during a particularly dry summer, family friends stupidly made a bonfire, and I saw our campsite get quickly lit up. As the flames surrounded us and the cars, I was yelled at to go get help/manual water pumps as if it was my fault. Somehow we managed to put it all out. We had to try something because the alternative was getting trapped.
-Was on the phone to my grandma when she had a stroke, I had no idea what was going on, to the point I thought it was a prank. I was crying because it wasn't something I was even aware could happen to someone, I continued to listen and her language skills deteriorated the longer I was on the phone. She became convincedly desperate despite her incoherence and somehow I broke away from my fear and got my dad to help her.
-My mother stabbed my older sister in the arm with a kitchen knife and they both just walked off. I remember being around the corner listening to the argument escalate and saw my older sister clutching her arm. (my sister is very violent so I think it was done in self defense???)
-Dad threw that same sister into the drywall multiple times--Not to excuse it but she was a devil, and would attack / lunge at us, and disrespected my parents from a young age. Dull thudding against walls sends me on edge to this day because it was one way to identify a scuffle with her.
-Mum had a cabinet pushed onto her by my older sister. The cabinet had a glass panel that shattered on her leg and sliced it open.
-My twin sister got upset at me and swung a 10kg metal bar stool at my leg, the blunt force tore my leg open, I now have a very sensitive scar on my shin.
-My mum ran at me in an anger spell and I blocked it by pushing her away from me (that's legitimately all), she slipped on the slippery cork floors we had and fell over hitting her head hard. She was unconscious for a few minutes. Her tongue was sticking out and her eyes were open. I thought I had killed her. I wanted to call an ambulance. She woke up and I begged to her that she needed to go to hospital but she brushed it off because we had to catch a flight.
-On my way back from a lunch break I saw a woman go under a Truck. Once again I blamed myself because I crossed in front of the driver at a crossing, and nodded to him. As he rolled forward to leave she sprinted across, I turned and saw that she got hit.
-My older sister took advantage of my mum and got into large debts by getting her to co-sign loans behind my dad's back. My mum was paying off things like her phone bill and eventually a car loan. This caused a lot of violent contention.
-Older Sister was kicked out of multiple times but my parents never fully cut her out and now she lives scott-free in a brand new granny flat in the backyard because of their guilt.
-lived in relative poverty and mess most of my teenage life because it was too expensive to send 4 kids to school for my parents. They worked full time but didn't really provide us with any emotional security. Both parents were very messy but blamed us for it as we got older. I tried my best to keep things clean but it was often in vain (it is to this day as things have escalated to full hoarding)
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i’ve been trying this new strategy to get around my executive dysfunction by utilizing my anxiety. whenever i have a thought like ‘oh, i should go for a mental health walk today’ i replace it with ‘OH GOD OH FUCK I HAVE TO GO FOR A WALK RIGHT THE FUCK NOW’. faux panic. simulated urgency. i’m so good at being afraid of things that this leads to me instantly jumping up in a panic and taking the first few steps, which is generally the hardest part for me. once i’m started, it’s fine, i can do the rest of it as normal. if i find myself lagging, i just do it again. ‘FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PUT ON A PAIR OF PANTS HOLY SHIT RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW HURRY.’ y’know? time will tell if this is effective in the long run. it’s certainly getting my heart rate up, but more importantly, i am Getting Things Done.
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