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YOUR HEART IS A MUSCLE THE SIZE OF YOUR FIST. KEEP ON LOVING, KEEP ON FIGHTING, AND HOLD ON, HOLD ON, HOLD ON FOR YOUR LIFE . . . #SKUNKKS, A [S]LOW ACTIVITY WRITING BLOG FOR SKUNK THOMPSON, A FANDOMLESS ORIGINAL CHARACTER. THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN TRIGGERING & ADULT THEMES, 18+. YOU MUST READ MY FULL CARRD BEFORE INTERACTING.
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plotting something devious (moving my solo blogs to a condensed multi). this is just what i have to do to feel less overwhelmed. juggling multiple blogs is causing me to miss stuff and feel stressed out. i apologize for any inconvenience, and i understand if you guys will not want to follow me on this newest blog. if you are interested, like this post and i'll follow you when the blog is up and running. i might drop drafts, i might not. i'll figure that out later.
plotting something devious (moving my solo blogs to a condensed multi). this is just what i have to do to feel less overwhelmed. juggling multiple blogs is causing me to miss stuff and feel stressed out. i apologize for any inconvenience, and i understand if you guys will not want to follow me on this newest blog. if you are interested, like this post and i'll follow you when the blog is up and running. i might drop drafts, i might not. i'll figure that out later.
plotting something devious (moving my solo blogs to a condensed multi). this is just what i have to do to feel less overwhelmed. juggling multiple blogs is causing me to miss stuff and feel stressed out. i apologize for any inconvenience, and i understand if you guys will not want to follow me on this newest blog. if you are interested, like this post and i'll follow you when the blog is up and running. i might drop drafts, i might not. i'll figure that out later.
hi guys
opinions on content from chuck
keep priority muses on separate blogs
make a new multi and move everyone there
chuck button don't touch :)
good morning skunk nation
chat im hungry and idk what to eat this is tragic
i think that's all i've got in me writing wise folks xoxo
wringing skunk out like a wet washcloth
Send one of the following to visit my muse after they;
💥- were shot
⚡️- were struck by lighting/a spell
☠️- were poisoned
🥊- were in a fight
🚨- were arrested
🏝- were stranded
💰- were burgled
🔪- were stabbed
🌡- were sick
💔- had their heart broken
👽- were abducted
dana ( @ghostsache ) said : what happened?
i had snuck away just for a second to smoke, just so i could take a fucking deep breath, hiding myself around the corner in the ambulance bay. it had been a tough day, a long one. i'd picked up an extra shift because i needed the fuckin' money, that meant i was on day seven in a row. i was just a glorified janitor. put my head down clean the room so someone else can fill the bed. but it felt like it never ended and it was never going to stop. everything just felt like too much right now.
i thought i'd be able to get ahold of myself, pull myself together, but my chest was still heaving and my eyes were watering and i couldn't keep my mind from racing. i fish my pack of cigarettes out of my pocket, withdrawing a second one and lighting it swiftly, taking note that my hands were still shaking. i guess shit had just been rough lately, and it all felt like it was hitting me at once. why'd it have to happen at work? i gotta get back in there.
i'm drawn out of my thoughts when i hear dana, her voice causes me to jump a little, knocking some ash from my cigarette as i do so. i glance at her with wide eyes, sniffling as i draw in a breath through my nose. "huh? n-nothin', nothin' happened." not sure why i'm lyin' to her, i should know better. dana was good at seeing through the bullshit. i take another drag from my cigarette, holding the smoke in my lungs for a beat. "everythin' feels like ... too fuckin' much. y'know what i mean?" i confess quietly, shifting my gaze to glance at the ground. "sorry, sorry. robby's uh ... probably lookin' for me. i'll wrap it up."
send 'what happened?' for your muse to find mine on the verge of tears ... accepting.
alice ( @seamotifs ) said : there are so many things happening here. most of them are not good things.
i'm sittin' criss - cross applesauce on the floor of my very cluttered bedroom. empty beer cans cover a good amount of the surfaces in my room, clothes and various other items scattered across my floor, bed sitting on the floor as well ... unmade. there's a couple things in front of me, and they're all very important to my songwriting process. there's an open can of miller lite, my vape, my weed pen, a half eaten slim jim, a monster energy drink, and a bag of puppy chow. i've got a notebook in my lap, pausing from my scribbling to look over at alice when she speaks. "what'dya mean?" my brows furrow, glancing around at the organized mess that sits around me. "i've got a system here. y'tellin' me y' don't got a certain way y' lock in t' the creative process?" my tone's teasing, smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. i gesture with my free hand to the free patch of carpet in front of me. "c'mon, pop a squat."
things that have been said in conversations with my best friend ... accepting.
im going to sue jords for emotional damages because of that thread i just replied to.
"I'd be a terrible husband." ( I'm so sorry I)
🚒 . . . one of these for sure, always accepting | @skunkks
" i was. " it's quiet in the bathroom where we were puking our guts out just minutes ago. " shannon --- she had every right to fuckin' hate my guts. " i feel nauseous again and i'm not sure if it's from the excess drinking or the thought of letting shannon down that much. or the thought of skunk hating me that much too. yep, it's that one.
it makes me panic just at the thought of hurting skunk like that. " i would never -- " i grab his face and i don't even really know what i'm saying but it feels important for him to know right now. " i would never do that to you. you deserve more than me as a husband. i won't ever be your husband because i love you. i promise. " it's the saddest love confession in history.
i shut my eyes for a moment, mostly because my head is fuckin' throbbin'. i'd overdone it tonight, again ... but at least eddie had done it with me. i'd mostly been joking, when i'd mention that i'd be a terrible husband. referencing the fact that we had both been sittin' on the floor takin' turns puking our guts out. i rest my head against the cabinet under the sink, listening to eddie talk about shannon. i wonder, sometimes, if she really hates eddie like he says she does. i feel like eddie would be a great husband. he's so kind, he always looks out for me. he's a good dad. it's times like this that i worry that i'm the one that's making him bad. i encourage him to stay way late after his shifts, egging him on for just one more shot, anything to keep riding that high i feel when i'm drunk and with him.
my eyes snap open when eddie's hands meet my face, and i finally look at him. his eyes are wide, panicked, and i feel my stomach sink. i won't ever be your husband because i love you. the promise echos off the linoleum floor and i look at eddie like i'm lost for a moment, my still too drunk mind playing his words over and over in my head and picking up on the parts that match up with the narrative i often tell myself. eddie and i will never get married. we aren't built for that. we're too young and drunk and stupid to ever live a life with a nice house and a white picket fence. i couldn't be a dad, not like eddie. i can barely take care of myself, there's no way i could take care of chris. eddie loves that kid so much, i don't wanna fuck up his kid.
"we should ... get some water." he said he loved me, but i don't way it back. my mouth is dry and i feel like i'm about to cry, blinking to try and force it back. eddie says i deserve more than him, but i don't know what i deserve. he's a good guy, a really fuckin' good guy. i don't deserve that. i do not deserve anything good. "my fuckin' ... head hurts 'n my back hurts. i just wanna lay down." my words slur a little as i speak, and shift backwards, tugging my face from eddie's hands. i reach up to grip the sink, tugging myself to stand, swaying on my feet. "let's just ... go t' bed." i reach into my pocket once i'm standing, fishing out my vape. i put it to my lips and look at myself in the mirror while i take a drag. i look how i feel, like shit.
i'm fond of crashing through caution tape.
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"yeah. as your doctor, i'm going to have to recommend you stop doing that." his voice is a bit gruff, sure, but he's never any harder on skunk that he is on any of the interns that come through, or the young nurses that work. even if they don't get injured nearly as much as this guy does.
"now sit down, alright? stop putting weight on that ankle." and yes, he will push skunk if he has to.
i was fine, i don't know what the big deal was. sure, i'd taken a pretty gnarly fall down some stairs at the skatepark, but i could totally walk! but that wasn't good enough for karp, who'd come with me to the park. no, she insisted that i make my way to the nearest emergency room. i knew better than to argue with her. if i did, i'd probably get knocked around a little bit, and i didn't need any other injuries right now.
okay, fine ... so maybe my ankle did hurt like hell every time i walked on it, but i was still gonna walk on it! and my elbow was scraped to shit along with my legs. honestly, i'm just surprised i didn't smack my head or somethin'. i'm pretty embarrassed, too ... this was the second time i've been to the er this month. of course dr. robby was here again, i wonder if the dude just lives here.
"you're not like ... my doctor though. like sure, right now y' are but like y' ain't mine." what's that called ... a primary care doctor? yeah, i didn't have one of those. "and it's borin' not t' do that. ugh." i let out a sigh when he instructs me to sit down. i guess i'm tryin' to convince him that i'm fine, that karp was makin' a big deal of nothin'. i hobble over to the hospital bed, taking a seat with a huff. "alright ... no more weight on th' ankle. but it's fine, like seriously. i've dealt with worse and not gone t' the hospital. i ain't gonna die."
