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dirtytransmasc · 1 year

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I love how you write and your mind that creates these scenarios, I didn't know I needed Ronal and Tonowari to adopt Spider. Thank you.🧚‍♂️Ronal would lose his temper if he knew or saw Spider's torture, that the scientists manage to hack into the military system to see their plans and find that video with the Sullys and Ronal, Tonowari and their children there. would see red. don't think you can hold back the urge to hit Jake or Neytiri.

context: spider finally gave into his injuries, and it was only after he passed out with a bloody nose and worrying brain activity, that they investigate his stay with the RDA and find the recording. cause angst.

ronal would have to be held back by eywa herself to keep her from hitting jake; he left him and couldn't be bothered until after he found out the boy had been tortured. she was mate of the chief, tsahik herself, she knew that sometimes you had to make choices that were unfair, soul shattering, but you carried that guilt for all to see, especially your own family. but jake hadn't, he had no guilt for leaving spider, no care for the boys condition, not a shadow of a doubt he made the right choice. he left a child with demons and he couldn't care less until he was forced to see the consquence's of his actions, to see the damage done. even then she doubts he would have felt much, no, he was guilty cause other people knew, people who watched him toss spider aside and forget about him for months. he was filled with shame, not regret.

she couldn't sympathize with that.

she could sympathize with the kids, they tried to forget because they couldn't do anything, couldn't hear "he's a strong kid" another time without their hearts breaking, couldn't survive with the memory of their lost brother on their minds, endless possibilities about where he was or what was happening to him plaguing them. she could sympathize with them as they witnessed their brothers torture, shielding their eyes to it, kiri leaving when she heard spider begging for them to just kill him, lo'ak and neteyam standing with stiff backs and teary eyes, both trying to remain strong despite the toll the video was having on them.

she could even sympathize with neytiri, who was not as apathetic as she attempted to let on, covering her mouth, begging jake to tell her why. "you said he would be safe, you said he would be too valuable to them to hurt." her tail lashed as she stared at her mate, then the child unconscious in the cot across the infirmary pod. ronal was unsure about the woman and her relationship with spider, but she could tell it was not as easy as she wanted to think, that it was layered and painful for both parties. all she knew was that neytiri never wanted any harm to come to spider, even if she allowed her mate to let it happen, she was under the impression they were doing what was best.

she didn't know enough about the scientists to blame them, but the mother in her wanted to rip them to shreds for being near her baby, but she tolerated them for the sake of more information. she was suspicious, they seemed to know the child well enough but didn't seem like they had been opposed to leaving him? she opted to ignore that train of thought for the boy's sake.

instead of screaming and shouting, past her initial blow up where she kicked jake out.

she saw red, the sound of spiders screams echoing in her ears, making her heart twinge. "get out," she spoke low, like a growl. jake didn't move, he would wish he did. "get out... or I will remove you myself. a child was tortured because of you, left behind, unthought of for months. you do not regret what you did, you just feel shame that its come back around to bite you. you do not deserve to see him and he does not need you looming over him as he recovers." she considered herself restrained, even if the look on jake and their mates face's told otherwise. she could have hurt him, she didn't.

he didn't deserve to be around the child, not now, not when he was suffering from jakes actions, she left him to be handled by her mate. tonowari was much better at hiding how he was feeling, so he could be somewhat peaceful as he assured jake the child would be cared for but that he would no longer be considered a sully, by anyone, and that he would taken into the tonowari family. his glare was enough to keep jake from arguing, and the gentle restrained push from the chief was enough to get him to go back to his pod, claiming he needed to take care of kiri who had refused to leave, not even to be with spider.

both the chief and tsahik limited spider's visitors to themselves, the scientists, their kids, the sully kids, and neytiri, sometimes, if their patience could handle it. there was a line between deserved animosity and outright cruelty, even if that line was like that of the blade of a knife.

ronal couldn't stop watching the video, over and over, watching spider fight so hard to not give them anything, falling for their bluffs, breaking down when they lied and said he'd shown them something. he screamed and thrashed and begged, he wanted them to kill him, rathering death then to give up the sully's, The People as a whole. he was so strong, stronger then most people she knew, and so very brave. he kept a strong face against the scientists who seemed dead set on breaking him, against the general who was grilling, against the machine that was worming its way into his mind, causing him great agony in the process. tstew 'evan (brave boy). every one of her boys screams was like digging a knife deeper and deeper into her heart, his tears like acid, the blood dripping from his nose making hers run cold in her veins. she knew she should put it down, listen to tonowari's pleas for her to stop torturing herself, but she wanted spider to be seen; she saw his pain, his sacrifice, his strength. if no one else acknowledged what he had done, she would, she would know even if she had to ingrain his suffering into her mind.

tonowari sat with barely contained emotion. if it was anger, sorrow, regret, frustration, even joy that he could finally call spider his own, maybe all of the above. he just knew he was feeling far too much and spider's unconscious body and agonized screams weren't making any better. he held onto his mate as she watched over the boy, listening to the children as they sat together, trying to wrap his mind around all that had changed in the matter of hours. spider was his child, he couldn't stand the man he once considered his brother, his whole perspective on neytiri had changed, and he was now faced the horrific capabilities of the RDA, what they did to his child and could continue to do to many others.

as a chief he was angry and terrified, as a father he wanted to hold his children in his arms and never let go, as a warrior he wanted to charge those demons and destroy them, the whatever else he was wanted to scream at jake, to question him, to beg him for answers, to ask neytiri why she couldn't mother him, why they couldn't just love the boy he now held so dear? his mind hurt, more than it ever had before, and now all he could do was sit. sit and try and find a course of action that wouldn't put his people, his children, his mate, Eywa and her creations as a whole, at risk, that would simultaneously not rip his heart, mind, and soul into shreds. he could only sit and wait and watch and listen. the na'vi didn't truly believe in a hell, but tonowari decided that this was his.

ronal only got rid of that forsaken tablet when spider began to rouse, crying out for someone, anyone, to hold onto, to soothe the fear that fluttered in his belly or the pain that radiated from his head down to his toes. she was at his side in half a heart beat, sending the scientists spiralling as they attempted to catch the thing before it fell to the ground and presumably shattered.

spider had the attention of his newly found mother, father, and siblings. ao'nung and tsireya had gone on the defense after only hearing clips of the recordings, deciding there that spider was theirs to protect now, theirs to love and cherish. they were angry too, in a much more confused way, even in comparison to their parents. they didn't understand; why did they hurt him, why did they use that machine, why did the sully's do nothing, who they should blame, who deserved their anger. there were easy answers, but none truly soothed them, none of them went deep enough to bring them any comfort. so instead they focused on their brother, making him feel safe and loved, making the nightmares go away. it ached them though, to see someone, let alone their baby brother, go through what he was going through, and it was taking little pieces of them away, bit by bit. that was ok though, it was worth it.

all the little family knew was that spider would need them, all of them, if he was ever going to heal. even the sully's, in time, maybe just the kids, maybe the whole lot if they managed to pull themselves together and make things right. but one step at a time, baby steps, to lead spider back from this frail state to the child of eywa that was hiding away somewhere in his beaten body and broken mind.

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bossferatu · 4 months

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sole survivors

#one piece #nico robin #trafalgar law #these two's backstories make me go actually insane #not just the genocide aspect #but the fleeing from people that treat you as a curse or an opportunity #the one person who tried to save you dying for your sake #left to pick up the pieces at such a young age #anyways #back to not posting ever

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soshadysoquiet · 8 months

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It was my pleasure to draw some Soft Five holding Mr. Pennycrumb when asked. Then I realised I don't usually give Five's clothes much colour and had an aneurysm, the unicorn bag Did Not want to behave itself and got redesigned 3 times. Annnd then I got carried away and drew 4 5's to better showcase the lil gremlin with his emotional support mongrel.

Loved every minute, would 10/10 do more platonic 5 centric requests

I have 2 more doodles planned to do some time, thank you work meetings. The gift that keeps on giving.

#tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #Soft five #The unicorn bag fought me every step of the way #Oversized socks are my happy place #I tried doing THINGS with the composition of this piece for once look at me go!#Mr. Pennycrumb is absolutely chonky and it drives Five up the wall because He Is On An Exercise Plan God Dammit How #Viktor and Luther are defo the feeders #Diego tries to play fetch with Mr. Pennycrumb but the ball just hits him in the face so Diego keeps running to pick it up #How do even draw bags #Mr. Pennycrumb is both perfection and an unspecified breed; probably an unholy mix #He has no brain cells and Five utterly adores him #The feeling is mutual and Mr. Pennycrumb probably pees nervously on the siblings when Five leaves him for too long #Five will not acknowledge there is a problem #Luther's bed is probably ruined #Five is the sort of owner who knows exactly how many freckles Mr. Pennycrumb has and could tell you where they all are without looking

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anaalnathrakhs · 2 months

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i feel it's so fucking stupid and ungrateful but it still hurts a little when someone gifts me something i just don't like. i don't know. i know it's dumb and inaccurate to astrain that much meaning to a simple gift, but it feels kinda like they don't know me. i guess it feels like people don't see me, like a reminder that the person i reflect and the person i feel like are incredibly different.

#two fairly recent examples jump to mind #last year my class did a secret santa #the guy who got my name barely knew me so instead he asked our litterature teacher for tips #i was doing an effort to participate a lot in her classes and discuss stuff and i felt like she was an adult i could really trust #and adult who Gets It #and she picked just. the wrong gift. a classical philosophy essay.#stuff i hate reading. stuff i hate thinking about.#i said thank you to both of them and tried to read it during christmas break still. but i was right. i hated it.#and this year's christmas #recently i tried patching things up with my parents and we are a lot more communicative now #so they've opened up that my demand not to receive any gifts was painful to them #so we had an agreement: we write open-hearted letters to each other on christmas.#and they can gift me something if they'd like but no pressure if they don't find anything they feel would be a good gift #bc i myself opened up about the whole ''inaccurate gift'' thing being one of the reasons i dislike receiving stuff #and guess what. christmas comes. they got me a printed card from an artist whose work we saw at a local art thing earlier that year.#that artist does mainly either plants or nice architecture. stuff i love.#they picked the ONE work of hers that doesn't look like that. some reinterpretation of the great wave of kanagawa #a piece which i dislike with a passion for aesthetic reasons #i had promised i'd be honest if their gift missed the mark but tbh i couldn't. it's just an aesthetic thing it's completely begnin.#it's not like they spent lots or tried to pick something that was USEFUL #so i smiled and the picture is hanging with other stuff in my room #and i thanked them and i can't express how genuinely glad i am we have a better relationship #but man i felt my heart break a little under the tree in that moment #idk #i know it's silly but it makes me feel weird. and cold.#broadcasting my misery #vent

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ev1lmorty · 2 months

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feel v mean calling out soecific meta but im still kindve fuming over a post i saw w a bit too much engagement a few months ago implying erick couldve never gotten physical w emorty bc if he had emorty wouldve not put up w him as long or wouldve easily been able to defend themself actually it was a poll like. rallying abt what kind of abuse everyone thought emorty had endured like placing bets on how badly rick brutalized him. have we lost the fucking plot lol

#the way u can tell a lot of meta treats morty abuse as some sort of voyeuristic hobby #god i have bitched abt this on my priv so often i forget if ive said it here but i wish ppl could go #yeah i want to fuck rick n i acknowledge he is an abusive figure in his familys life or he didnt ysed to be this bad #but he allowed himself to let go of reality n become this person #like rick isnt just abusive in bed dominating ur reader in planned consenual dom settings. lol. anyways #idk i wuv rnm for having a portrayal of an abusive relationship i can actually fully relate to including the complicated codependent #feelings n having to navigate when things improve n the person gets better n what ur supposed to do when yr basically #left to pick the pieces up urself n how much of the tradegy behind their actions help n how much doesnt matter #im rambling now bc its v v late #also like enabling family when ur created in abuse it keeps going n going ppl no longer are able to acknowledge beths complicity #n jerrys apathy despite being the family scapegoat n at a similiar position to morty but its the quiet parent who tries to stay down #who enables it the most etc #summer loves her brother but gains something from the dynamic if she engages in the toxicity i could go #on #but it still comes back to rick.

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hellfireeddiemunson · 1 year

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i wish anyone who drives and doesn’t slow down when passing people to avoid splashing them with puddles/slush a very i hope every part of your car shits the bed and you can’t get it fixed or get a new vehicle you don’t deserve one

#i used to be like oh maybe some ppl tried to slow down and just couldn’t in time but now i literally do not care fuck you #a literal city plow truck (the BIG ones?? yeah) managed to slow down and STOP for me in order to not hit me with water and slush #but two cars and some cocksuck in a pick up couldn’t even kinda slow down????? literally fuck you all i hope you don’t have a good day until #three months from now you’re all pieces of shit i literally don’t care #you are in a VEHICLE you are safe and sound in there and im fucking WALKING the LEASSTTTT you could do is not fucking splash me when driving #and you can literally tell exactly who tries to slow down and who doesnt. it’s the most obvious thing in the fuckjng world #and it’s literally Not hard to slow the fuck down its called stop pressing the fucking GAS PETAL and tap the fucking BREAK #i literally can’t stand people who drive fuck anyone who drives i hate you so fucking bad #i literally got water and slush from the fucking DIRTY STREET in my MOUTH AND MY EYE #i’m so fucking pissed off right now the rest of my day better go more smooth or i’m going to throw an actual fit #i ALWAYS get splashed on my way to work when it’s rainy i fucking don’t get it #if you can’t respect pedestrians walking then you just don’t deserve a license or a car you fucking just don’t

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narutomaki · 9 months

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I always get self conscious when people talk about the amount of thought the goes/went into their art because there is.

there is no upper processing happening when I'm designing a character or background. my hand starts moving and my brain shuts off. I recognize there was probably a point in my life where this WASN'T the case but. like. it's why my art is like. mostly flat and lifeless. my art is never intended to tell a story because when I intend to I get angry/frustrated to the point of wanting to break shit because it's not going right. and I've tried to tell stories with my art both comics and stand alone pieces and it all feels fake or flat or.

idk.

I've TRIED to start and finish a piece where I've made conscious choices beyond "does this look good/right" and "am I being offensive in ways I'm aware of with anything here" but it just. makes me want to scream.

I learned people told stories with their art and I tried to and I stopped drawing for 5 years despite having. before that point been doing art studies for 8 to 10 hours a day for. 2 years.

I mostly just think it's because I have nothing to. say.

I can't add anymore tags to this post??? homophobia.

any way this post is useless idk I'm just sad because people do this thing so easily and enjoy it when it makes me break down crying. I don't get it. every person I've known regardless of neurodivergency has been able to do this consciously to some degree and enjoy it and meanwhile my stupid ass is asked how/why i chose something and I just. shrug. idk

looked nice?

#idk i probably say a lot UNintentionally #but like.#idk i feel like im just being. like. whining. for no reason. like boo hoo no one cares grow up if art makes you thay mad just stop drawing #like. man i WANT to think i WANT to tell stories i intend to tell along with the things i dont pick up on but.#i also mean like. if someone looked at a piece they could pick it apart comprehensively. like #but its like. idk. im like. i think im just to stupid for it.#im the same way with media analysis to be fair. which isnt like great but like.#why did someone choose this lighting? i dont know they thought it looked good ?#i have gotten 90-100% on every single analysis and opinion piece i ever submitted in HS for English #the only time i DIDNT get over 89% on an opinipn piece is when i tried to articulate my actual feelings on a topic to go along w researc #THAT got me pulled aside and told what i had written about was inappropriate and that i should think twice #before submitting a paper with that kond of content in the future #ao i did :^) and went back to bullshitting every single thing!#the curtains were blue in this scene to indicate not sadness but instead her deep love for uhhh fuck. flips through reading material and #lands on a random page. her dog buddy who is depcited in chapter (x) seeing as buddy is usually a male dogs name we can extrapolate and say #she chose these curtain colours after his death to remind her of the dog she had lost ÷#end sentence end oaragraph submit paper withoit a secondary proof reading and lie and say i left the roigh draft at home. walk away #how did i get high grades. dude. like everyone says teachers know when a kids bullshitting but like #the teachers ATE MY SHIT UP 😑 i got used as an example of comprehensive stucture and analysis on more than one occasion #this is not me bragging this is me saying i never actually learned how to domthis stuff because i was supported in faking it #some people can do analysis like yhis on their first read through like. and remember it. how? how??? what???#whay do you mean its because you read mote than thee sparknotes and random chapters because the book didnt interest you.#'we know when you dont actually read the book?' why did you compliment me on my comprehensive opinons of the parts i didnt readm #'We know when you write it the night before?' why did you laude me as an example of dedication put into an essay when i fucked around every #single in class wotk session past the first one and frantically typed and printed that in the computer lab before class 20 minutes ago?#why!! like DUDE #its like when they say they can tell when you use wikipedia to soirce things and then lie about it #and then compliment ur sources when youbl just used wikipedias sources. witout reading them urself.#which i also did #and when they tell you not to just use google translate because they can tell. when i did and then edited a LITTLE to catch names.

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kittlyns · 1 year

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One day I am gonna start journaling again and then I won't post all this sad shit on here but until then! *posts another sad post*

#it's dark and I'm tired so this means NOTHING. but.#there's no heartbreak like raising your younger siblings and them growing up to side against you #I lost my childhood to playing parent and trying to distance my siblings from the fighting and verbal abuse I witnessed and endured #I learned to read the room early on so I could get them out of situations before they turned bad #I knew I had to be perfect so I could take the fall for shit I'd never do and get a lighter punishment than the 'problem children'#I understand the younger kids. I was older so I could shield them better until they were old enough for our parents to mellow out a bit #of course they would choose the parents who don't care enough to parent them over the bitch who had multiple public breakdowns over them #but my brother. I don't understand that. it was our war. we had to figure it out together #of course he didn't though. he'd hit every landmine and it was up to me to pick up the pieces and salvage what I could.#instead of there being a solidarity between us as survivors of a pitiful childhood he's taken to blaming me for it all #I'm the reason he's depressed. suicidal. can't get a job. can't drive. never leaves the house. it's all because of me.#he'll joke around and egg on the man who used to corner and scream and threaten and insult him.#he'll wax poetic about how he has our bio father's blood. how he shares so many traits with a man who never wanted him. will never care.#I won't say I was perfect or that I did right by him in every way. I was a child trying to survive and I lashed out plenty of times.#I never understood why he couldn't just shut up. couldn't just let words be said and meekly take them. always had to get the last word in.#couldn't just curse the man in his heart with his head bowed and a 'yes sir. sorry sir.'#I blamed him for that at the time. I was wrong for that.#so yeah. I can accept my part of making things worse for him. I should've tried harder to understand him.#what I can't accept is that the blame falls solely on me. not our bio father who beat our mom and abandoned us.#not our stepfather who made every day a walk on eggshells. not our complacent mother. not the external family who only ever made it worse.#just me. I'm the only thing that ruined his life.#and sure. he can believe whatever he wants. if that's how he feels then so be it.#but he has to tell everyone. yeah my sister ruined my life. yeah she's the reason I want to kill myself.#over and over and over. all the family believes him.#my mom tells me to be nicer to him. my grandma asks me what I've done to hurt him so badly. he tells our siblings I'm a bitch and a liar.#I haven't even spoken to him in years. but every time he has a mental health crisis it's my fault.#in what way? who fucking knows. he talks in circles and the only thing he says for certain is it's my fault. and that's all my family needs #it truly got to the point I had to stop speaking to him cuz no matter what I said he decided it was an attack on him.#so. I've dealt w a lot. sacrificed an entire life stage. got nothing to show for it #except mental illness and a creeping sense that it was all for nothing

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orcelito · 1 year

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#speculation nation #the writer can see ur bookmarks u kno #who starts an almost 500k fic only to complain about the timeframe being too long #like look. i know ive taken too long on the past 10 chapters. im getting there.#ugh.#doesnt make me feel better about the newest chapter im working on bc it's the observance of a date that acts as the final look back #b4 really moving forward with things #'probably going to abandon but the first 30 chapters are worth the reread' well my dude ur gonna miss out on aaaall the fun i have planned #ive been trying to like. make it clear that im revving the engine so to speak. things r gonna start picking up again soon #but apparently not soon enough.#genuinely tho. it's nearly 500k words. what the fuck do you think that's spent on? continuous action?#no it's that long bc i love to do Reflection. character analysis. reactions.#and theres a lot of stuff that's gone into smashing all their relationships together and sorting out the pieces #i guess if ppl dont like character analysis & reflection theyre not gonna like my fic. especially not the more recent stuff.#but it's not like Nothing is happening. ive still tried to make things read well as i sort things out #feels ungrateful. like i dont have to be posting this ya kno lmao #if u dont like what im doing then fine. but you dont have to mention it where i'll see it and feel shitty about it.#i tried to be like 'it's a valid point and i guess it makes sense to want to include that in a rec'#but no this isnt a rec. it's a public bookmark. which i look to as a form of secondary comments when i havent gotten any in a while #and i was real excited to see one with a note. only to read a fucking. mixed compliment i guess.#genuinely tho im one chapter away from genuinely moving on with things.#if ppl cant deal with me having more of a character and relationship perspective (in the character and relationship perspective fic)#then theyre not gonna see all the fun and evil plans i have later on. soooo sorry.#god i try to not worry about what others think and just try to write what i wanna write. but im only human.#i want ppl to like what i write. why else am i posting it on the internet?#but it's 7 am after a very exhausting day & right before another very exhausting say #day*#and i just feel so undervalued.#waa waa waa sound of a fucking baby (me). whatever. i'll get over it i guess. just feels shitty.

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riverofrainbows · 2 years

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I wish i had been healthy when studying and done this properly. It's absolute hell trying to pick up the pieces for my big exam thats coming up, all the lectures I've never been to, all the exams the most i was able to study for was half assed so i still don't know the subject properly, the study notes and lecture notes that i never properly sorted after i got home and still fly around, almost impossible to decipher now. I had a chance to rewatch some of the lectures that were recorded for covid, but today for some reason I've been thrown out of the website again, and I haven't gotten even halfway through yet.

I've been going through all my study materials trying to sort them and prepare for the exam, and found subjects i have no memory of taking, meticulous flashcards i have no memory of making (nor of their content). I see mountains and mountains of evidence how bad i was doing all these years, and how much i tried despite, still.

And it makes me so sad, so Fucking sad. I am grieving all the time i struggled so hard and tried and tried my best, and it was a jangled mess i am trying to pick up now.

And i am angry because it's so much harder trying to study with no or lacking lecture notes, having to dig through the mess instead of just taking it out of a folder. It was hard then, and suffering back then still makes life harder for me now.

#own post #disability #grief #anger #i am doing better now not perfect but better and i think of all the lost potential too #i could have been very good ngl but instead i was struggling and kept failing tests and getting through with just the required points #and it makes me so angry because i do find it interesting and i can be brilliant at what interests me. remembering tiny details #i could have shone so bright but instead its all just struggling and then reliving that struggle while trying to pick up the damn pieces #and it makes me so sad for past me (who I can't even really remember) because he tried so hard and put in to much energy #like the amount of energy i used to have while severely ill is another thing because I don't have it anymore #i am doing better so i do have more energy available and it also takes less but i cannot imagine ever doing that again while suffering #i don't have the reserve anymore to do things while suffering. i used it all up #its all gone and when i look back its still Still such a mess #it makes me think 'and for what' because what am i even supposed to do with that #i used it all up just to survive and get by #all my reserve energy all of it #and when other look at it at what i achieved all they see is a failure. and i try not to do the same bc i was there i know why #but sometimes it does feel like that. sometimes it just frustrates me so much #I've gotten out of the depths of the severe burnout i was in after the last semester a few weeks ago and it's a lot to process #now that I'm not actively in survival mode anymore in active fight or flight over doing anything uni related #and i start to process all those emotions #i am proud of paar me and i feel so sorry for him #and for me

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aparticularbandit · 19 days

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kyoko, in oaei: i can't think too much about what junko wants because in thinking about it too much i might try to do the opposite of what she wants and that might be exactly what she wants and if i think about it too much i won't do anything at all

kyoko, in oaei: junko left the pieces in place for me. the pieces for what. what does junko want?

kyoko, in oafc: i STILL can't think too much about what junko wants because etc.

kyoko, in oafc: WHAT IS JUNKO'S PLAN SHE SAID SHE SPELLED IT OUT FOR ME WHAT IS IT

#musings #bandit writes fic #dr1 end rewrite fic #it's not that kyoko isn't smart or a brilliant detective #she absolutely is!#she just doesn't have all the information #kyoko DOES figure out what's happening in oaei RIGHT BEFORE IT HAPPENS #because she WAS missing important information #as soon as she had the information SHE GOT IT #junko ABSOLUTELY left the pieces in place for kyoko #but she didn't give them to her all at once #she set them up to be given when kyoko needs them #if kyoko had all of the information at once it would be an entirely different thing #the thing is that kyoko is in place of the reader (mostly)#junko leaves the pieces in place for her; i have to leave them in place for the reader #and it has to feel satisfying to realize what junko's plan is #but also you can't figure it out too early #(or you CAN and then find dramatic irony if you want)#junko SAID what her plan was #junko's plan is to DIE #but kyoko's picking up threads and trying to think like junko #so that she can figure out the bigger picture of what is going on #(just like in the first game - sure there are murder trials and kyoko doesn't think those are hard - but #there's also the big overarching mystery of why they're there and who the mastermind is #and junko /left pieces for kyoko there too/#and then got pissed when kyoko tried to share with makoto HE'S NOT PART OF THIS KYOKO)#a n y w a y

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generallyunskilled · 1 year

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Obviously Velma sucks but if we do ever make a more adult Scooby Doo I want a semi realistic period piece from the late 60s where the Scooby Gang are draft dodgers and hippies that just happen to stumble into the crime fighting business because there is just a fresh stream of con artists when you’re drifting town to town in a van.

Freddie and Daphne start it all. Instead of showing up at boot camp when drafted, Fred Jones got the van he bought with his summer job and ran off. Daphne, his girlfriend (who frankly has the least strong feelings about Vietnam but for gods sake are they not taking Freddie there) runs along to be supportive and to get away from her strict, stuffy family.

Velma catches wind of Fred and Daphne’s plan a few days before it happens. They invite her along but she has to consider it. A staunch feminist and the brightest girl in school, she has the most to lose if she leaves. However, she grows embittered by the fact she’s never gonna get into her dream college since it doesn’t admit women, and decides to go along. Besides, if Fred and Daphne leave without her, there won’t be anyone like minded in their hometown for Velma to be friends with.

Shaggy wasn’t originally part of the group, but they find him and Scooby hitchhiking and pick him up. The gang learn he has similar circumstances to Fred for running away from home, being a conscientious objector who ran off when they tried to put him in a non combative position instead. He opposed even this as it still meant he would be part of the war machine. He comes bearing plenty of 8 track tapes and some real good pot, so he’s welcomed along happily.

Along the way they become friends and use their combined skills to solve cases of supposed hauntings. Every single one is shown to be some kind of capitalist fraud.

#Scooby Doo

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whateveriwant · 1 month

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Thinking about girl dad!Simon during dinnertime :’)

Simon Riley who sits beside his young daughter as he cuts her home-cooked meal up for her.

Simon Riley who listens attentively as the spirited three year old recounts every excruciating detail of her day to him.

Simon Riley who *gasp* can't believe that Maggie – no, sorry, Margot – tried to dunk Chrissy’s – sorry, Christie's – dolly in the potty during playtime.

Simon Riley who hears that little snort you just gave him from across the table, but ignores it and continues to nod along to your daughter as he slices up her food.

Simon Riley who arranges the bitesize pieces into the shape of a butterfly, presenting it just the way she likes on her favorite Elsa plate.

Simon Riley who, from the corner of his eye, notices how she tries to pick around anything vaguely green or healthy-looking.

Simon Riley who gently reminds her to, "Eat your veggies, love. So you can get big and strong like me."

Simon Riley who has to hold back his laughter when he sees the horror flash across her face at the thought of growing to be the size of her old man one day.

Simon Riley who isn't immune to his little girl's puppy dog eyes when she asks if she can have ice cream for dessert.

Simon Riley who peeks over at you before telling her, "Maybe… but only if you finish your veggies, love."

Simon Riley who despises food waste, so when your back is turned, sneaks your daughter's uneaten broccoli onto his own plate.

Simon Riley who checks with her "All done?" once her dish is cleared, watching her exaggeratedly pat her belly like he does after he's had a big meal.

Simon Riley who grabs a damp cloth to carefully wipe her tiny face and hands clean, not stopping until she's giggling and telling him it tickles.

And Simon Riley who gives her that bowl of double chocolate chip ice cream after dinner as promised, loving the way her eyes light up when she discovers the extra scoop snuck in there by her adoring dad.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley fluff #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2

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cntloup · 2 months

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Ex-Husband!Simon HCs

MDNI Fem!Reader slight NSFW

He still checks up on you regularly, making sure you're living comfortably and in peace. He tells you that you can count on him with anything you may need; you need someone to pick you up, grocery shopping, repairs, absolutely anything. He's just one call away.

He gives you some information and phone numbers; who to call in case something happens when he's on deployment. He constantly worries for your safety. He has installed a security system in your home and taught you how it works.

If you have kids, he picks them up three times a week and takes them hiking and teaches them about nature and tips on how to survive there, if they're old enough. But if they're younger, they go to amusement parks or spend the day at his home with coloring books (Simon's face and sleeve tattoos) and play-fighting. Then he brings them back to you with permanent marker stains on his face and glitter all over him as you try to stifle a laugh.

His heart shatters if he hears that you're with someone else, but he maintains a calm and collected exterior so as not to upset you, also he knows that it's not his place to mention his opinion. So he tries to pick up the pieces alone again and again...

He's always a shoulder to cry on if you ever need one. Or if a situation makes you nervous and you need someone by your side, he's always there for you. He takes you to all your doctor appointments if you ask him and stays with you until it's finished. If anyone ever tries anything with you or disrespects you, they answer to him.

He always opens the doors for you and helps you with the stuff on the top shelves. And if you both reach for something at the same time, your hands touching, his touch lingers, eyes burning with longing and deep sorrow as he glances at you.

He kept all the photos you sent him when he was gone on deployments. He palms his aching throbbing cock through his sweatpants as he looks at your dirty photos through half-lidded eyes. The photos which you both took together, or you took alone while touching your pretty pussy which was weeping for his thick veiny cock.

He jerks off to the thought of your soft lovely lips wrapped around his length or your tight warm walls engulfing him, your moaned-out name falling from his lips as he spills his warm sticky cum in his palm.

He feels you're so incredibly close, yet so devastatingly far. Several times, he came close to saying that he still loves you only to back out at the last moment.

He spends most of his nights reminiscing all his memories of you and shedding tears of despair as he stares at your wedding photos and listens to your voicemails over and over again with a half-empty bottle of whiskey in hand, thinking of what could have been.

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥

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