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The unForgotten : Season 2, Episode 13

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Unfortunately, sometimes where there's the brightest light there has to be a dark cloud lurking and waiting to rain.

For Kaliah, that cloud was Carter finally spotting and cornering her. It seemed he wanted a scene, and she wouldn't allow it. Not in the way that he wanted.

She pulled him inside, a polite smile on her face until they were out of earshot of the other guests.

And for the first time since they met, his insistence on pushing her to 'talk to him' lead to the words Carter dreaded most. She knew. And she hadn't learned from tabloids or gossip. Kaliah kept her cool, kept her tears at bay as she walked away from Carter and went back to the reception.

Some time passed and as everyone was leaving, Layne realized Kaliah was missing in action. She had been for some time.

First she traveled to a downstairs bar, sat alone and attempted to drink her woes away. Then the space began to feel too small, too hot and she couldn't breathe so she went outside.

She sat there, alone, crying and unbothered by the chill in the air taking over what had been a perfectly warm evening.

Worried, A.J. was relieved to find her sitting at the back of the resort. He hadn't expected to find Kaliah in such a state, wasn't sure how to approach without upsetting her further. And maybe she'd push him away, but he knew she needed something.

A shoulder to cry on. A listening ear. A friend. A comforting hug. Someone to dry the tears she shouldn't be shedding.

And...

[clownboymcchucklefuck]

Yo, there's a difference between a yandere and a romantic stalker

[pocketrabi]

Falling star

Can you find Aziraphale?

[scribbiesan]

“The Red Hood stood before him silently in the dark alleyway.”

*throws this at you and cries* i never wanna do backgrounds again i say (y’know, like a liar)

What the fuck is up y’all, i finished that thing like i said i would! I couldn’t figure out how tf to add lighting from a lightning strike so i just threw shit at it and hoped it stuck. I might have missed a few details or fudged his design or whatever the fuck, but that don’t matter. What DOES matter is Jason Todd is a scary motherfucker even when he’s just dicking around for psychological damage.

Anywho, this is a little piece for the fanfic Fowl Play over on AO3 by pinkjester, go give them some love!! I love reading that fic when i need a good laugh and am in a BatFam mood. It’s short, but cute, and i love it.

Hope y’all enjoy!!

Toodles!~

[tlbodine]

A PSA Written While Taking a Break from Cleaning My Home (because I am old and my knees need a rest)

If there is one thing that being in my thirties has finally taught me, it's this: If there's something in your day-to-day life that you are really struggling with, some seemingly simple and obvious task that you feel stupid or incompetent for not being able to do like everybody else, that paralyzes you with shame, or that you feel the need to beat yourself up over to tough-love your way into accomplishing it...

...there's probably an obstacle between you and completing it, and a practical solution for that specific obstacle.

In other words, the solution to "I can't fix this problem" is absolutely never going to be "I need to verbally abuse myself into somehow being a better person with more energy/willpower/work ethic."

The solution is almost always going to be, "I need an accommodation that might look a little different from what I perceive as 'normal' but suits my needs just fine."

Because, first of all, and I say this with my whole chest as someone who works in the advertising industry: fuck normal. "Normal" is a lie sold to you by advertisers and Hollywood taste-makers (who are often also advertisers) and lifestyle influencers (who are definitely also advertisers). "Normal" standards for how you should look and how your house should be kept and everything else? Those are set by folks who want to sell you things, so throw those expectations right out the window.

Instead, ask yourself with 100% honesty: What is actually the thing holding me back here? Physically, practically, specifically, what is the actual thing that is stopping me from getting the result that I want?

Because once you dig down deep into it, sometimes the answer is way simpler than you think it is.

Sometimes it's "The cord to the steam mop isn't long enough" (you can buy a cordless one!)

Or "Trash keeps piling up on end tables" (your garbage cans probably aren't in the right place!)

Or "My counter tops are covered in clutter so I can't even clean the surface" (you could buy some cute containers to give all your clutter a home!)

You would be frankly astonished at just how many personal failings and character flaws can actually be overcome with 1.) devices made for making specific tasks easier 2.) decorative containers to stash stuff in 3.) better-quality products (that require less effort on your part)

And yeah, I 100% will acknowledge that sometimes your house (or whatever) gets super grimy because you're too depressed to deal with it, or because you can't afford the things that would make it easier to deal with.

But you know what? That's not your fault, either.

Why the hell are you judging yourself against a standard set by people who aren't (in that moment) paralyzed by mental illness or poverty? That's not very fair. You should be nicer to yourself.

And then, when you can tackle it again, you can start building things into your routine that will make your life easier. Like buying machine-washable slip-covers and rugs instead of stressing about how to shampoo furniture/carpets. Or watching a five minute YouTube video on how to clean out your dishwasher drain so your dishes get cleaned properly the first time instead of needing multiple runs through.

If something isn't working, you probably just need to learn how to fix it.

You've got this. I promise.

Now back to work for me.

[stardustedvoid]

My Collector Sona!!

Figured id post it lmao-