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[ I think...

  I honestly think this blog is done. It's probably going to be archived within the following weeks. I just can't be on here anymore. I have no motivation. I have no inspiration to be on this blog anymore. I do have another blog that I'm currently active on, but if you want to follow me there, please, message me and I'll give you the url provided I am okay with you following me and vice versa. Sorry, but I actually want to keep my dash mostly in-fandom and a few other things off of it. 

  Incidentally, I'm going to try and find a muse for this blog, but it's been dead for a while. I can't be on here anymore due to my own preferences that have changed in regards to the muses I want to play and the like. So, this'll be it, I guess. I'll need to be contacting some people within the week to let them know this. ]

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Post Traumatic Stress Disorder: What It Is

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder: What It Is

Mothers Matter–Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

When we think of PTSD, we often think about war veterans who have gone through a traumatic experience while defending our country. However, it is not just war veterans who can develop PTSD, but survivors of any traumatic event. Bipolar disorder alone can trigger PTSD because of the severity of the episodes. In fact, if you Google PTSD and go to…

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you   ᴘ ᴏ ᴏ ʀ   ᴘ ɪ ᴛ ɪ ғ ᴜ ʟ   ᴄ ʜ ɪ ʟ ᴅ …                                                                                  are  you  ᴡ ᴀ ɪ ᴛ ɪ ɴ ɢ                                                                                  for  s ᴏ ᴍ ᴇ ᴏ ɴ ᴇ   to                                                                                      ᴘ ɪ ᴄ ᴋ  you  up                                                                                               and                                                                                   dry  your  ᴛ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ s ? 

ｎｏ   ｏｎｅ   ｉｓ    ｃｏｍｉｎｇ    ｆｏｒ    ｙｏｕ 。 。 。 ｗｈｙ   ｄｏｎ’ｔ   ｙｏｕ   ｆｉｎｄ   ｙｏｕｒ   ｏｗｎ   ｗａｙ   ｏｕｔ ？

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     I was foolish to think I would ever be able to protect her.

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Imagine your icon as the protagonist of the last show you watched

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Send me ++ to be introduced to a member of my muse's family

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Reblog if you are an OC or OC-Friendly RP Blog!

And I’ll check out your blog! My muses need some friends ^^

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dUDE DUDE DUDE DUDE BRUH BRUH DUDE BRUH

wHY IS LEORIO HOLDING FLOWERS AND KURAPIKA

BRUH

this ship is so fucking canon i feel it i feeeeellll it

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I feel like the Ot4 being a Father would be something like:

Leorio: messing around acting cool

Kurapika: gazing quietly and lovingly

Gon: Trying to be gentle and soft as hard as possible xD

Killua: Teaching them all the right things xD

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petyr is way too smart gon is more like hodor

THAT IS--!!......We should give Gon more credit....[but that statement feels a little true~]

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You tagged gon as little finger and I thought you were talking about Little Finger from Game of Thrones

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Between the hug and the kisses he quickly cheered up, giggling as he returned the tight hug. "A story?" he suggested after a moment's consideration. "Can you tell me a story?"

  {❀} — "Of course!" It wasn't going to be a request I was going to refuse, after all. 

  I took a seat straight on the ground without another thought, setting my son in my lap so that I could still hold him while I told him whatever story I could recall. 

  "Let's see now...Once upon a time, there was a really kind and caring king. The king loved his people a lot, and he gave them whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. One day, a traveler came to the castle of the king and asked for shelter and food for three days and nights. The king was more than happy to let the traveler stay there, but the rest of the people in the castle were not so pleased because the traveler was so dirty. They didn't think someone who was not wealthy and clean should be allowed to stay in such a nice castle."

  I let out a little laugh.

  "That's very mean of them, right?"

  I tried to teach the children through stories, and if stories didn't help with that, there was always my scoldings. Those continuously proved to be scarier than Kurapika's. He was honestly just a bit more soft that I was with the children.