Have you ever heard of self-fulfilling prophecies? ‘Cuz this dumbass sure hasn’t!
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Have you ever heard of self-fulfilling prophecies? ‘Cuz this dumbass sure hasn’t!
Me: *doesnt reply to one (1) cat pic sent to the family chat*
My mom: Clearly something is Terribly Wrong and she is probably dead in a ditch somewhere
Michael held up the pillow to the wall with his left hand while his right punched it one, two, three, four times in quick succession. He pulled back shaking out his hand, looking down to see that the skin across his knuckles still split from their impact with the wall even through the cushion. He let out a soft curse before tossing the useless object to the side.
There was so much energy buzzing through him. So much anger. His eyes searched his room for anything he could use as an outlet only to land on the window. Or what was past it at least.
Without much of a second thought, he was pulling his tennis shoes on along with his jacket. He didn't say anything to anyone as he left, mostly because he was too focused on getting outside to notice if anyone was even in the penthouse. He hit the elevator button with a grunt. Then again. Again.
He pivoted on his heels and took the stairs to get downstairs. It should've taken longer for 14 stories but they flew by in a daze.
The rain hit his face as soon as he was out the door and it startled him out of his rage for a moment. But as soon as the initial shock wore off, it came back worse than before. His shoes hit the pavement with harsh steps as he propelled himself forward. People yelled at him as they moved out of his way but they sounded so far away.
Michael wasn't sure how long he ran, but the sky had grown light out again and the streets were busy with the morning rush as civilians set off to work. He glanced around curiously, chest heaving, heart pounding, and legs burning from so much exercise, to see that he was down near the beach of Los Santos. He could see the pier off in the distance between a couple of buildings, the Ferris Wheel and roller coaster peeking up over the tops of the lower roofs.
He felt his pockets for his phone but he must have left it in his room during his rush. He cursed himself again as he started the slow and painful walk back towards the opposite side of town where their penthouse resided.
Here is some fanart for Kyokoon’s fangame Dreamtalia! Here’s America and World with a very angry Reve in the background.
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What if they start calling GenZ Zoomers...
friendly reminder that if someone says they just had a panic attack, you are legally not allowed to begin a debate on “that wasn’t a panic attack” just because you don’t have a full idea of what a panic attack is. I guarantee you that the person WITH FUCKING ANXIETY knows what a fucking panic attack feels like vs an anxiety attack thank you very much