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[thursdaysyme]

Kali with her powers turned against her

Real was a term that soon became relative. An idea that she could think over but couldn’t hold. To her, what was considered real became something of fantasy. She supposed it could be akin to flying. People seeing the stretch of wings on birds and bugs, watching as they flew in the sky. Knew it was possible. Yet breaching into the idea that humans could fly became a fantasy. A idea that held power and longing and desire. 

Kali now felt like a child desperate to fly. She could feel the roof beneath her feet as she ran her feet across it, could feel the air fly around her as she jumped off the roof. Praying that motivation, that hope, desire, wishful thinking, would be enough to make flying possible. Surly the only reason she couldn’t fly was because she started on the ground. Because her hope was too small. Her wish was too dull. 

Yet, as she felt herself continue to fall, she knew that it was something she could never have. Reality became something, no matter her tries and determinations, that she couldn’t have. 

Terror ran through her veins more than blood. Terror over what was real and what wasn’t. Terror over hurting the people she loves. So she took her terror and molded it into anger. Into a new brand of rage and determination. 

It was always easy for Kali to make people afraid. Whether of her or a vision she gave, it didn’t matter. And she used it. Took it and wielded it like the weapon that it was. Made people give her wider gearth, a wider range of interaction. 

The problem came with her friends. The ones who knew what she looked like with her walls down. Who knew her as she was underneath her walls. Her terror. They didn’t take the bait easy. Didn’t want to leave her. Kept her close with a tight grasp. 

Yet she knew how to push people away. Difficulty didn’t equate impossibility. And slowly, painstakingly, they left. Released their grip on her. And she was left alone. Which was how she wanted it. It was better, she swore, even as she held her stomach trying to quell her anxiety and loneliness that reared its head.

It was better. 

Now she couldn’t hurt them. Didn’t have to worry if the words coming out of their mouths were real. Didn’t have to worry about them shifting in her vision into something different. Something changed. 

But the visions didn’t go away alongside the people. New ones came. Formed in the back of her mind and made reality in the dark corners and empty chairs at her kitchen table. She began seeing atrocities she knew weren’t real when they were over. Knew that some things were just out of the range of possibility. 

Although some, some held too much likeness to truth. And she rifled through her memory and wasn’t sure what was real and what was fake. Her memories became something of a novel based on a true story. Sure some parts were real. But some were embellished. Some were unknown and warped her version of reality until she couldn’t figure out what was real. 

She wasn’t sure if her friends came back for her. Did they really walk through the threshold, screaming at her for being selfish? Did the bugs she saw crawl across her sheets really live there? 

She wasn’t sure, and therein lied the problem.  She just wasn’t sure. 

And she never would. 

So she sits alone at her empty kitchen table, fiddling with her silverware, and wondering how long she would sit until someone found their way to her table. 

And she would wait for them, of course. Wait for her delusions and stretches of reality to sit with her. Wait for them to kick their feet up. Wait for them to serve themselves long forgotten food on the counter. Wait for them to look at her, stare into her eyes, and tell her she was cruel and unjust. Tell her she was selfish and unkind. 

Because what else was she to do? Delusions and reality were merged, and so she would wait. 

Wait until something felt real. 

[lieutenant-sarcastic]

Fuck moon’s taking poison damage

[pkaykim]

Valentines gift for my girlfriend

Please don’t repost on other platforms!

[astronnova]

yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[boltlightning]

not watching severance and succession means i log on the day after an episode and everyone is like SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP THEYRE SO INSANE FOR THIS and the image cited is a man in a suit standing still in an otherwise blank, fluorescently-lit hallway. i'm happy for you guys or sorry that happened

[mr-president]

johto pokemon vs pokemon from new york

bonus: that phenomenon where japanese tourists visit paris and have a breakdown bc of how shit it is

[chiisana-lion]

[un-pearable]

dear universe give me ten billion dollars and infinite free time and indestructible hands so i can do every hobby ever

say hi to knuckles everyone

[pnfc]

[pocketdogs]

a customer returned a drink because a fly flew into it and said: “one of your flies flew into my drink” and my coworker was so confused that they just said: “…my fly?”

[inkskinned]

i love you vaccines i love you research i love you reading the book instead of having chatgpt summarize it i love you critically thinking rather than reacting to a headline i love you investigating the source material i love you science i love you math even though you are personally my enemy (math/yn slowburn) i love you writing even though you try to stab me a lot i love you Experts in Your Field i love you Using The Brain

[tawnysoup]

Found my fav Slay the Princess route recently. Dragon my beloved. Your horrifying beak mouth was an impossible-to-refuse lip syncing challenge 💖

Shoutouts to @blacktabbygames for making such a cool game!

[basyacriptid]

its just one of those days

[x-poprocks-x]

everybody say happy sweet 16 slenderman

[tunakitchen]

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clip from @pixiecaps