SOBER

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ArtStation - Arrival, by Mark Chang

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Sorry I haven’t been here!! I’m gonna be more active now!!

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killxrblonde:

         “On a scale of what-to-what, zero bein’ so bad an’ ten bein’ extra bad?” Granted, pain metaphors involving numbers were generally more confusing to the blonde, who prefered a scale of dying-to-not-dying. Since she wasn’t exactly dying, why take the time to do anything aside from giving her drugs.

                  “I’m sure you got a chem to fix it.”

You frown at her, inhaling slowly before sighing. 

“I will not simply give you chems to treat your ailment, as your ailment is a hangover and the flu-- it may as well be withdrawal by now.. I already gave you some this hour, you must take it slow if you want to move past it all.” Especially since she’s going to go right ahead and likely overdose herself after it’s all said and done.

“At this point, I’m afraid we are just going through the movements-- I would appreciate it if you could simply... Put an end to this cycle. Less Jet, less other drugs... I am afraid there may be a day where you must come in and I do not have sufficient supplies to treat you. As for the sickness.... Well, that is most likely a product of not eating enough to keep  up your immune system. I will gladly share some of my supplies with yourself and Cole, but you must do something for me in return.” 

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@lastofthepast liked for a starter

There’s something wonderful about Diamond City that you just love. Be it the bustling streets, the man trying to sell baseball bats, or the relatively pleasant crowds, it just... It makes you feel good.

No one really knows you, or can tell what you are if you don’t speak so much, and that makes it great!

That is, until you bump into a woman by accident. “Oh, I apologize.” You mumble hastily, reaching out to help steady her. “I’m sorry! I did not mean to walk into you, madame. I hope you can forgive my carelessness.” You step out of her way immediately, pursing your lips curtly. “It was an accident, I’m afraid.”

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like for a starter - v-

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via Impulse Online

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After two days in the desert sun My skin began to turn red After three days in the desert fun I was looking at a river bed And the story it told of a river that flowed Made me sad to think it was dead You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain In the desert you can remember your name 'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain

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You were coming across as clever then you lit the wrong end of your cigarette.

The 1975, “A Change Of Heart” (via wnq-music)

[clowntownsvu]

what a shame the poor groom’s bride is a

synth

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[aychex]

when all your followers are fake spam bots

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Sick rp Starters

"Hey there, Rudolph."

"I'm pretty sure tissues exist so you won't sneeze on me."

"Ugh! Cover your mouth!"

"You sound awful, you know that?"

"And you've been like this how long?"

"You really can't take care of yourself, can you?"

"Oh, gross! I better not get sick!"

"What are you doing here? You should be in bed."

"You're kind of adorable when you're sick. You know, in a pathetic way."

"Stop it! You're getting your germs everywhere!"

"I'm taking care of you, and that's final."

"I don't care if I get sick. I just want to help you get better."

"Did you sleep last night?"

"You've been coughing an awful lot. You okay?"

"Jesus! That the tenth time you've sneezed on me today! What is your problem?"

"Did you just throw up?"

"Do you need more blankets?"

"Is it too hot or too cold?"

"Hmmm, you definitely have a fever."

"I think it's bedtime for you."

"You have to take the medicine, or you won't get better!"

"Hey, you alright? You look pale."

"Here, just take the whole box of tissues."

"Gosh, you must be really sick..."

[apachx]

Steel man

[walnutsemporium]

He dodges that statement, makes no move to answer it, instead, staring at the landscape and hoping this won’t devolve into some kind of gun slinging argument.

Everything always did, though.

“I’m not. You shouldn’t have asked for my opinion.”

Wallace listens to him reminisce about some life he didn’t know of, and makes no point to question about how much better it would be to lead your own.

If the shoe doesn’t fit anymore, he probably shouldn’t be trying to wear it– but, there wasn’t a point in griping or complaining, not right yet.

Dulled eyes snap back when Zacharie sits up, watching him stare right back to ask his senseless question.

Did he?

“No.”

…

“I don’t know.”

It’s hard to tell, anymore. He’s usually so– cold and distant, compassion never really crossed his mind as an emotion he should exhibit.

It’s not like anyone was going to do it for him, either, so who cared?

“It’s a waste if I’m not getting it back. I won’t stress myself out for some fuckin’ asshole who ain’t gonna be nice back.”

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“Compassion is a learned behavior, but still stems off of love. Out of the four primary, human, emotions, it comes from love.” You answer, looking around just in the case of a looming threat. “It was a very difficult concept for me to accept and practice, but.... I feel as if I am more human because of it-- more capable of relating to the human condition.”

“How do you feel right now? Irritable? Agitated?” You ask calmly, eyes downcast to inspect your clothing before you look at him again. “I feel hurt, morose.... But most distinctly, disappointed. But it makes me feel a little bit better that I have a person to at least have an intellectual conversation with.” A slow, distorted, warbling laugh leaves you as you smile meekly. “Heaven knows my brother does not fit that description even in the slightest....”

“But, I digress. Let us say that there is a dog stuck on a rock in a fast-flowing river. If he even tries to get in the water, he’ll be swept away and broken on the rocks all around the bank. For you, you would have a much easier time treading the water, so to speak. You are looking for things to eat, but the dog is virtually inedible due to extremely poor nutritional sources and a minor illness; should you save the dog, you have a companion that will protect you and help feed you, but there is a moderate chance that the dog will succumb to starvation and or its illness.”

“Do you save it, or do you consign it to its demise?”

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Not everyone is okay with living like an open wound. But the thing about open wounds is that, well, you aren’t ignoring it, you’re healing. The fresh air can get to it. It’s honest. You aren’t hiding who you are. You aren’t rotting. People can give you advice on how to heal without scarring badly.

Warsan Shire