#despair?

[akwardsilince]

when bad spelling causes anxiety 😔

[vaalthus]

Dark Pursuit (spoilers)

I loved every moment that led up to this sequence events. We had multiple points of feasible inquiries that put us on this path, had good reasons as to why we couldn't pursue them all, and had to put a lot of pieces together, while learning new and unexpected details, in order to narrow down the most likely location as to where our target was located. A well and proper investigation and now the team gets to reap the fruits of their labor.

Not much to say here other than the fact that it's awesome to see the two magical disciplines working in tandem.

Ya'll gonna be so horrified when you find out the reason behind both your statements.

I'm so glad the Atealan trainers are going to be coming with us to meet the Professor. It never really sat well with me that best we got in terms of a reaction from the Atealans about the revelations regarding Wargoth and the Professor was a single line from Yolande. Now we have chance to see that up close and personal.

*ahem* Metaias, I believe you mean we are getting close. Walking towards the death traps was a team effort!

I've always wondered what the Atealans would have thought of the darkness present in the Land of Dragons and I suppose it only makes sense that it would seem like an old wound in a place like the Deadlands. I imagine then Caitiff's and the Shadowscythe's darkness probably felt like little else than pure malice during the Calamity saga.

Our little goofball at work

I cannot wait a moment sooner for them to find out what the Professor has been trying to do this entire time while Wargoth rages.

[sleepyblus]

Shuichi angst :)

[fellator]

wei wuxian................

[machimachilegends]

WHAT'S YOUR LOVE PAWSONA?

Suki's results: Hamster!

Tagged by: @psychcdelica Tagging: @ancientforgcd @gxldenguard @routeone @grctia @withdiscretion + anyone who sees this post.

[deltarose]

I’m at the moment where I don’t think I’m okay.

It’s 5:13 am. We just came back from vacation the day before yesterday. Today is the day back to work.

Maybe that’s just stressing me out.

Maybe what’s stressing me out is being promised and being sworn loyalty but feeling like it’s a facade.

It’s one thing to get on the hub and watch. It’s another to have blatant screenshots on your phone. Screenshots. That don’t even seem to be screen shots

You claim thinner body types aren’t what you’re into but that’s all you follow on Instagram. It’s all that you look follow on tiktok. It’s all that you like on social media. Yet you have the audacity to say you think thinner people look sick and it’s not what you want.

Tell me how the FUCK it’s not what you want when consistently it is what you leave likes on and I can’t even get likes from you on pictures from our anniversary vacation???

Why does it feel like you’re faking shit around me. I can’t. Take it.

I don’t know know if it’s the dread of going to work tomorrow or the fact I feel like you’ve done nothing but lie to me that has prevented me from sleeping. I love you so much. But I don’t know how much more I can take feeling like you’re being fake to my face about everything.

You used to show me so much love and affection. Now I’m lucky to get a hi when you come home from work. What am I supposed to think anymore????

I don’t know.

I don’t.

If you’re not in love with me. If you’ve never been in love with me. Then let me go man, I can’t do half in half out like you’ve always been. I can do it anymore.

[escapingtomydreams]

My hearts filled with fear,

And so is my soul,

At the end of my wits,

And it has taken its toll.

Each day lived in fear,

Each day filled with doubt,

A terrible existence,

With no safe way out.

Each day I am stuck,

Uncertainty and fright,

Scared that one wrong move,

Will be the end of my fight.

Each day I do wish,

To cry with no end,

But all that will do,

Is send me right back again.

The seething emotion,

That twist and that turns,

Makes all seems so hopeless,

And it makes me yearn.

Each day is a struggle,

A fight with myself,

And I can’t help but wonder,

What do I gain from this hell.

Each day is too much,

Each day overwhelmed,

It makes me feel helpless,

Like I’m stuck alone in this realm.

Some days I let go,

And cry behind the locked doors,

But that does not make me better,

It just makes me sore.

When will it stop,

What do I do,

How do I contain,

The thoughts that break me in two.

I want it to stop,

I can’t live like this,

As the tears fall down my cheeks,

Someone save me from this abyss.