what you want with my body

“I want to see you.”

“Well, it’s no much to see, Sassenach,” he said, with an uncertain laugh. “But whatever it is, it’s yours—if ye want it.” 

He pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor, then leaned back on the palms of his hands, displaying his body. 

I didn’t know quite what I had been expecting. In fact, the sight of his naked body took my breath away. He was still tall, of course, and beautifully made, the long bones of his body sleek with muscle, elegant with strength. He glowed in the candlelight, as though the light came from within him. 

He had changed, of course, but the change was subtle; as though he had been put into an oven and baked to a hard finish. He looked as though both muscle and skin had drawn in just a bit, grown closer to the bone, so he was more tightly knit; he had never seemed gawky, but the last hint of boyish looseness had vanished. 

His skin had darkened slightly, to a pale gold, burned to bronze on face and throat, paling down the length of his body to a pure white, tinged with blue veins, in the hollow of his thighs. His pubic hair stood out in a ferocious auburn bush, and it was quite obvious that he had not been lying; he did want me, and very badly. 

My eyes met his, and his mouth quirked suddenly. 

“I did say once I would be honest with ye, Sassenach.” 

I laughed, feeling tears sting my eyes at the same time, a rush of confused emotion surging up in me. 

“So did I.” I reached toward him, hesitant, and he took my hand. The strength and warmth of it were startling, and I jerked slightly. Then I tightened my grasp, and he rose to his feet, facing me. 

We stood still then, awkwardly hesitating. We were intensely aware of each other—how could we not be? It was quite a small room, and the available atmosphere was completely filled with a charge like static electricity, almost strong enough to be visible. I had a feeling of empty-bellied terror, like the sort you get at the top of a roller coaster. 

“Are you as scared as I am?” I finally said, sounding hoarse to my own ears. 

He looked me over carefully, and raised one eyebrow. 

“I dinna think I can be,” he said. “You’re covered wi’ gooseflesh. Are ye scairt, Sassenach, or only cold?” 

“Both,” I said, and he laughed. 

“Get in, then,” he said. He released my hand and bent to turn back the quilt. 

I didn’t stop shaking when he slid under the quilt beside me, though the heat of his body was a physical shock. 

“God, you’re not cold!” I blurted. I turned toward him, and the warmth of him shimmered against my skin from head to toes. Instinctively drawn, I pressed close against him, shivering. I could feel my nipples tight and hard against his chest, and the sudden shock of his naked skin against my own. 

He laughed a little uncertainly. “No, I’m not. I suppose I must be afraid, aye?” His arms came around me, gently, and I touched his chest, feeling hundreds of tiny goose bumps spring up under my fingertips, among the ruddy curling hairs. 

“When we were afraid of each other before,” I whispered, “on our wedding night—you held my hands. You said it would be easier if we touched.” 

He made a small sound as my fingertip found his nipple. 

“Aye, I did,” he said, sounding breathless. “Lord, touch me like that again.” His hands tightened suddenly, holding me against him. 

“Touch me,” he said again softly, “and let me touch you, my Sassenach.” His hand cupped me, stroking, touching, and my breast lay taut and heavy in his palm. I went on trembling, but now he was doing it, too. 

“When we wed,” he whispered, his breath warm against my cheek, “and I saw ye there, so bonny in your white dress—I couldna think of anything but when we’d be alone, and I could undo your laces and have ye naked, next to me in the bed.” 

“Do you want me now?” I whispered, and kissed the sunburned flesh in the hollow above his collarbone. His skin was faintly salty to the taste, and his hair smelled of woodsmoke and pungent maleness. 

He didn’t answer, but moved abruptly, so I felt the hardness of him, stiff against my belly.

anonymous asked:

I've been vegan for nearly a year and I'm going to Japan next year and I'm staying with a friend but I've realized that if I don't want to come across as rude or demanding, I will have to at least go pescatarian. I feel really guilty about doing this (plus I'm worried about the harm I will do to my body) but I'm really excited about the trip 😩

you’re gonna give up veganism because you don’t want to come across as rude? i’m probably (no I definitely am) an asshole but..why care? maybe it’s just a diet and not your lifestyle which could make that easier but, I’m not sure what to say to this because there’s vegans in japan and it’s not like a requirement to eat fish there but - it’s your choice i’m not like scolding you. I’ll leave some stuff below if you want the links tho, have a safe trip.

happiness; t.h

A/N: I mainly wrote this because I was having a panic attack yesterday. A really bad one. I want to mention that this is me and my anxiety. Like the kind of situation I’m describing could happen bacause of it.I know that I need help, I’m getting it, but I need time, that’s okay.If you feel like that or have any kind of anxiety or fear or depression or whatever please talk to me or someone else. You need to realize that people love you and things are going to be okay.

Warnings: Anxiety, Angst (If you get triggered easily, please don’t read this.)

Everything that is written like this, are my (in this story, the readers) worrying thoughts

Tags: @iamnesta @stormyparker @feeling-straange @cancerous-lizard666 (Tell me if you wanna get tagged!)

 

 


Heavy breathing. Anxiety. Wanting to escape your own body. That’s how I explain my therapist what I feel. It’s always the same, since over five years. I was always wondering how she couldn’t get tired of me, always talking about the same stuff. But that is the truth. I always felt like that. Everything started when I was nine years old. It was the first time realizing that I don’t feel comfortable in my own body. Wanting to scrape off my skin, and escape. When my mum found me in my room, with bloody fingers and red stripes all over my entire body, she sent me to my therapist. Like I said, that was over five years ago. And I’m still here.

The problem about being in therapy is, that you have to open up to a complete stranger. You don’t share the same interests,never experienced the same. Strangers. Complete strangers. It took me about one year actually to tell her a little bit of my big story. When I first got into therapy,she wanted to see me every four weeks. Now it’s fours times a week. So most of the time, I spend it with my therapist talking how I feel like my body doesn’t belong to me. Great.

“What are you thinking about?” I snapped out of my thoughts, realizing that I’ve been stuck inside of my brain again.

“Stuff,you know.“ That wasn’t a lie. It was stuff, every kind of it.

„Tell me“, she said, giving me a look I couldn’t sort into a category.

„It’s complicated.“ Again, that wasn’t a lie.

„Try it, you’ll feel better afterwards.“ Oh I highly doubt that. But I guess I have to, since I had to kill another forty minutes.

„Isn‘t it weird how you don’t belong to yourself, like your mind does, but not your body. You’re not alone in it, there are so many bacteria inside of you, you couldn’t count them. Technically you’re only yours thoughts, but they also have their own opinions sometimes, you can’t stop them. They tell you what to do, no matter if you want to or not. Slowly, they’re taking over you and mind. You’re starting to lose yourself.“

Again, that look. It wasn’t a worried one, but also not happy. Yet she didn’t had a Pokerface.

„And what’s so bad about that?“, she asked,after some moments passed by.

„Well I guess the fact that you don’t belong to yourself, you’re trapped inside of something that’s meant to be your own self. You can’t escape.“

„How are things with Tom?“

Tom. Yeah he definitely was a miracle. You met him about two and half years ago. It was in a time, everyone left. But that made him different. He came, when everyone left. Throughout the years he was always with you. Every therapy, every crisis, every anxiety attack. Everything.

“Great.. I guess. He was home for a day, it was for his mums birthday celebration.” I smiled at the thought of that. We all had a lot of fun. Of course I was overthinking everything, but I still had fun.

“Do you still think, he deserves someone else?” Oh yes I did. I mean look at all the people he could date. All the models,actors or artists. Instead he dated someone who isn’t comfortable with their own self and has panic attacks multiple times a day.

„I do.“

„Why is that so?“

„He deserves someone..good. Someone he doesn’t have to worry about.“

„I talked to him on the phone a few days ago“, I know, he didn’t tell me but I knew. „He said he wants to be there for you, throughout all the bad times. He wants to see the happy you, and he wants to see you happy because you want to. Not to make him feel better.“ That hit me. The word „happy“ isn’t one I use very often. Some people are afraid to say the word „love“, for me it is the word „happy“. Happy. When do you know you’re happy? Like your brain could fool you the entire time, you wouldn’t know. Another force took over you and tries to make you feel things you actually don’t feel.

„I know. I’m trying my best.“

„You don’t have to try your best. The only thing you have to do is try better.“

„How?“

„Like I always tell you, take your medicine and then let time do it’s work.“Great. So I am supposed to put some kinds of chemicals, that aren’t bad for you, inside of my body and all that bacteria and not freak out about that. Wow, so easy.

For the rest of our appointment, we talked about how the medicine was treating me, if there were any complications and if I need some new ones.

That’s how things went for another month. It was always the same, everyday, every week. Until he came home again, and this time it wouldn’t be just for a day. I got to spend weeks with him, which was kind of winning the lottery. Well of course you can’t compare a person to a thing such as money. Yet I still was incredibly excited.

And nervous. Of course I was nervous, nervousness is one of my bad habits. Overthinking was joined by nervousness and they combined something that I call my worrying thoughts. It wasn’t like an attack, I was used to it and but I knew when it came. This time, it was much worse than other times. He’s only coming home cause he feels bad for you. No he doesn’t. Yes, he may even break up with you, but just would be nice cause he would do it person. He won’t break up with me. Oh how can you be so sure about that? He told be he loved, a few hours ago and every day before that. He doesn’t mean that, he just doesn’t know how to leave someone as worse as you. Shut up. I won’t. Shut up! I won’t! SHUT UP!

I saw people turning around. Great, so I just screamed at strangers to shut up. Not embarrassing at all Y/N, not embarrassing at all.

I basically ran the way back home, looking at the ground.Even though the streets of London were really busy, I didn’t run into anybody.

As soon as I arrived home I was greeted by Tess, who tried to jump up my legs. “Hey beautiful”, I cooed “you cant imagine how much I missed you.” I nuzzled my face into her short fur. Do you think she thinks about all her existence? Stop. I was just wondering. No, stop ruining every moment I’m trying to enjoy.I was just taking care of you.

I spent the rest of the day inside, reading, cleaning and just thinking. Around 9pm I heard someone downstairs. Tessa heard it as well and she made her way to the door. She wasn’t barking, which only happened when Tom- he’s home. Ready to break your heart. No he won’t break it.

“Hey Tess, how are you? I missed you!” Oh gosh I missed this voice so much. I made my way downstairs but stopped at the half of the stairs. There he was, he actually was here.

“Hi.” he said.

“Hey.”

Silence.

It wasn’t uncomfortable we just stared at each other. He’s thinking about how to tell you the easiest way. No he’s happy right now. His job is being an actor I’m pretty sure he can fake it.

“Come here my love.”

Open arms and a wide smile. No you couldn’t fake that smile. I ran down the stairs and threw myself into him. His arms wrapped around me, while he nuzzles his face into my neck. I breathed in his scent,a little bit soapy. He always smelled like that and it always calmed me down. I could stay like this forever.


This is the last hug, you’ve seen that in movies. It isn’t our last one. How can you be sure? He wouldn’t do that to me. He flew all those miles just to see me. Or he found someone else around here and wanted to say goodbye first. Stop it! I’m just saying the truth! Stop it now! He doesn’t love you and he never will!

“LEAVE ME ALONE!”

I could hear my voice echoing in the room. Quickly, I opened my eyes. He was looking at me, nothing but sadness in his eyes. No. No no no no no. That’s your fault. You’re the reason he’s feeling like that.

“W-what did I do?”

“Nothing, you did nothing. It’s just I…I… i don’t know how to say it.“

I could feel the sadness in his eyes burning on my skin. That stupid skin. You don’t belong in this. I do, this is me. No, we share this with all of those millions of bacteria. All of us trapped inside. No. Stop making me think about that.

I felt my heart racing, my arms started to shake so did my hands and legs.You can’t escape. Never. You’re trapped inside with all of them,never belonging to yourself.

That was is. I was digging my nails into skin, pulling them up my arm. Far away, I could hear a voice. But that didn’t stop me. I kept repeating my actions until I felt a warm liquid on my fingertips. Go and escape. I can’t. Stop making me do this.

„Y/N!“

Someone pulled my chin and went back to reality. Tom was looking at me, confused and scared.

„What are you doing to yourself my love?“

„I can’t stop thinking.“

„It’s fine love okay?”

„I can’t stop thinking and it’s eating me inside and I can’t do anything. I feel like I don’t belong into this body and I want to escape. But I don’t know how. I keep thinking about all these bacteria inside of me and I ju-.“

Lips were pressed onto mine. I didn’t realize at first but as soon as I did I felt weak. I felt my legs gave in and a pair of arms grabbed my waist. Salt. Why do I taste salt? You’re crying. Why? Because you’re you and you can’t stop thinking. If you know that and I do, why do you keep torturing me. I’m not the bad one, because I am you. I’m one of your thoughts,a very strong one. I didn’t choose to be like this,it just happened. We need help. We have help. Do we? You’ve got your therapist and Tom. Tom.

He pulled away, wiping my tears.

“You didn’t stop hyperventilating and I thought this would may stop you. Did that make you feel uncomfortable, I remember when you couldn’t hug or be near anyone because you were scared.” He remembered.

“No, that was okay…it was okay.”

He was about to say something but I stopped him.

“Why are you still with me?”

“What?”

“Why are you still here? With me?”

“Because I want to. I want to be with you. For the rest of my life. You understand me like no one else does. You know what to say. Always. You know everything about me and you accept that. I can be Tom around you not Tom Holland the actor. The true me. But most importantly. I want to make you happy. And not just happy because you want me to feel good. No. Happy because you want to. Happy because you love to live. I know it will be a long process but that is one of the main reasons I’m going to stay. I’ll stay till you find true happiness and won’t leave. I know it’s hard, having a distance relationship. I know it sucks and I hate it but that is one of the reasons I came home. I talked to your therapist and some people from work. You can come with me. You can travel with me. I can show you how amazing this life is. If you let me.”

Wow. I didn’t expect that. Me neither. He actually does. What? He actually does love you. You were right. This feels good. I know. Can we do this more often? We can try. Thank you.

He looked at you, a waiting expression on his face.

“Yeah.”

A smile. He smiled. That god damn smile I love so much.

“We’ll leave in three weeks, so we still have time left.”

“Okay.”

“We can do this.”

“Yeah.”

“Together?”

“Together.”

I know that I wasn’t feeling good and I wasn’t fine. I have problems and flaws. I may don’t accept that. But there is one person that does. And in this very moment,with my person that loves me, I started to feel something that could be something like happiness.


I love you. You are loved. -j;

tur-nerd-tle-girl  asked:

Hey Donnie, I want to give some encouragement to the anon with PCOS. It’s a hard syndrome to deal with but it can be managed. She may never be a size 5 but who says anyone has to be? My advice for a “fat girl” (her words) is this... You are not defined by your weight. Your body is the best instrument you will ever own. Accept it, love it and do what you can to care for it. Beauty is more than skin deep, it shines from deep with in.

Thank you, tur-nerd-tle-girl! 

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry if this is really upsetting or triggering, but I've been struggling to accept my body and who I am, I starve my self and cover my self-head to toe in shapeless baggy clothing so no one can see me, Any advice to actually at least accept who I am and my body?

oh babe i’ve been where you are before. i used to starve myself for days at a time and wear NOTHING but jeans and a sweatshirt. but lemme tell you something.

i look in the mirror and i see a size 14 girl with cellulite and stretch marks and thighs touching and a lil bit of chub. but yknow what? that’s just who i am. that’s how i’m made. there models my size and even bigger, i’m still damn gorgeous. so i stuff myself with all the damn pizza i want and go on jogs during the night and take a boxing class during the day and treat myself right because i’m a badass goddess just like every other girl is.

so now i wear tight clothes and cute leggings and crop-tops that show my little chubby belly and shorts and skirts that show off my strong legs and t-shirts where the sleeves are just long enough so when i flex they tighten up and make me feel unstoppable.

my point? no matter how big or how small, how short or how tall, how you look, dress, eat, etc., YOU’RE A GODDESS AND YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL!! you’re badass and strong and powerful no matter what, you queen.

but i don’t ALWAYS wake up feeling like a lil badass, there are days where i still feel like the biggest girl in the world, but at the end of the day i gotta give myself that pep talk in the mirror;

“hey you. yeah you with the curly hair. have you eaten today? yeah? good. food’s good for you and you deserve all of it, all the good stuff. and that shirt looks so amazing on you, it makes your shoulders look so rounded and big like you can knock out a whole army. those jeans make your legs look great, i can’t imagine why people aren’t pounding at your door to get you. you’re so beautiful and strong. i love you - every inch.”

and maybe this doesn’t work for you. maybe this just helps me. but the first step to loving your body is looking yourself in the mirror and realizing that you aren’t as big as you think. you aren’t gross. you aren’t fat. you aren’t unattractive or undesirable or ugly. you are a beautiful person inside and out. oh and if you could, maybe do me a solid and eat some crackers or something please babe? love you, you little fighter. 💕

If you could have three wishes, what three wishes would you want? I’d wish for: 

  • Enough money to hold me over for life comfortably
  • For my parents to be happy with the choices I make, even if they disagree with them
  • And to be able to shapeshift, or if shapeshifting is impossible, then to have my ideal androgynous body

how do i get you to hold me? i will give you all that is mine. this body cannot stand another soulless night. i am scared that this is what life must be. i am not seeing straight, no one can tell it is me. i will introduce myself at the door, only to stare at my feet. notice me, if you dare. notice me, i think i care. notice me, i am sliding myself shut. notice me, this, i do not want.

ew.com
'Brooklyn Nine-Nine' Creator breaks down that Jake and Amy twist
‘We thought people wouldn’t see it coming,’ says Dan Goor

What new challenges are posed by having Jake and Amy engaged, and what new opportunities does it bring?

…I don’t think there will be challenges as a result of them actually doing it. Hopefully, there will be many opportunities for fun stories about the wedding, bachelor parties, etc.

Will there be a wedding this season, or is that something you don’t want to commit to just yet? And if so, will it come at an unexpected time, say, not in the finale?

The plan is to have the wedding this year, but it’s too early to say when.

In the lead-up to the wedding, will we be spending more time with their families? We’ve met Jake’s parents, and we met Amy’s dad, but we haven’t met other members of her family …

I don’t want to give anything away, but that seems like a reasonable assumption.

photoandlove  asked:

Hii! How many calories do you eat daily? X

Very very few. I do a lot of water fasting. I will eat 200-500 calories on in between days.

PLEASE don’t do this. Take it from me, it’s not worth it. You want to be pretty and dainty, but that’s not what happens with this little of calories. Food is used to make the building blocks for your body, and your body starts to fall apart without them. I’m doing my best by taking vitamins and such, but I can already feel my body getting more and more sick.

Take care of yourself. Eat 1500 calories per day or more, consisting of fruits, veggies, carbs, and protein! You are beautiful without starving yourself.

anonymous asked:

42 55 68 85 95

42. In general, has being out affected your relationships with other women?

yeah i don’t have any friends who are straight women. they tend to stay away from me unless they already know me because of my aura of unmistakable lesbianism but when they do have to interact with me they’re simultaneously defensive and hostile. there’s this weird phenomenon that happens when my body hair is showing and straight women are around where they all feel compelled to come up to me and explain why they shave their legs/armpits/etc and why it’s just as feminist as me not shaving. like me existing in my dykey body around them is an attack on them. straight women are weird

55. What is your opinion of septum/bull nose piercings?

i want one so bad they’re so pretty

68. What personality trait are you most attracted to?

um. kindness?

85. Would you ever date a trans girl?

yes

95. How often do you wear a bra?

whenever i’m going out. i never wear one around the house who has time for that

radkingrib  asked:

I have the idea of a commish of my D&D paladin as a Winged Hussar, how would you price that kind of a project?

depends on how many details and what framing you want
for 60e you can get a very detailed waist up or a more standard full body picture for instance.

Btw,

If you feel cute in it wear it
If you feel pretty in it wear it
If you feel hot in it wear it
If you feel cool in it wear it
If you feel sexy in it wear it
If you feel beautiful in it wear it
If you feel handsome in it wear it
If you feel comfortable in it wear it
If you feel uncomfortable in it dont wear it

WKM - What happened?

I’m going to cover all of this mess in this post. It’s just what I think could be the truly amazing story behind this amazing video series. 

There are LOTS of questions in my own head and I’m gonna try answering (hopefully) most of them! Here we go!

WHO KILLED HIM NOW?

The biggest question raised is, obviously, who killed Markiplier? From what we could gather throughout the series, demons are likely to exist in this scenario.

Even the newspaper gives a hint that the mayor might have been a “demon in disguise”. So there are spiritual, supernatural things happening here. I, for one, can not answer the biggest question out of all, how he died and who he was killed by. I can only make one assumption; here’s my theory.

We know that Mark’s body went missing at some point. Where exactly is never shown or hinted at, but I have a likely theory that Mark himself was the one to hide his own body in form of his spirit. Or just, behind all that was happening in general. However, what we do know is that Mark, I quote (Damien): “(He) trapped us here in this broken shell and we had no way out.” 

It seems established that, during the time we were outside to talk to the gardener, Damien and Celine tried to reach out to Mark(’s ghost), hence she wanted to “talk to the dead”. During that time, Mark took the chance to inhabit Damien’s body and trap him inside his own, dead shell that could not be used anymore. Whilst doing so he either accidentally killed Celine by possessing her first, her not being able to hold the soul inside her body, OR Celine did not die and let Damien inside her body to save him from being thrown into the corpse, which would explain why she was red and blue in the end sequence of Chapter 3. She also appears to be having two pairs of eyes above her head at one point. Possibly a hint that she’s two in one at that point?

Either way, we know that Damien represents BLUE and Celine represents RED thanks to the ending of Chapter 4:

Which is why it could very well be that She kept Damien’s soul inside her body for a short while to save his life. And of course Damien was PISSED after that, betrayed by whom he cared for, who he fought Will for and whom he thought was a good, a childhood friend he could trust. That’s for the angry step towards us, the angry stare. He looks at us, knowingly. He chooses his victim that very moment.

We are told to run. The door closes and Celine does not come out. Her shell possibly broke and both souls were set free without a shell, or she kept it up and waited for the right moment to talk to us. 

The right moment being the time Will shot us.

And here is the thing; We did NOT die. If you listen closely, you can hear a faint heartbeat in the background during this very scene. They both tell you to believe them, tell you stories to make you feel sorry for them. Which, of course, you do. Damien seems pissed and loses his temper once more, like he did with the Colonel before, and shouts angrily that Mark walks around in his body. Which is why I think that part is true. He couldn’t take his anger in. He can’t, he has a low temper, that’s just it.

But Celine reminds him that he “can’t do this right now”. Reminds us to believe them. What you’re told is that Mark trapped both of them inside his old, dead body and that they brought you there so you have a chance to survive. Damien tells you that you can’t survive on your own and Celine says she can bring you back the same way she brought you there. But what Damien says afterwards is the most important clue.

He says: “But you can’t survive on your own. You’re .. dead, after all. (…) I know this all sounds crazy. Honestly, I don’t know what the fuck is going on. But I know that I trust Celine. And if you trust us … let me in. We can fix this.”

Gathered: Damien lies to you after all this time of actually being genuine. He was betrayed by Mark, knows that you trust him, wants revenge and is angry. He lures you into a false sense of security, tells you you can fix this together. He makes you feel like a friend by telling you that he feels the same way about all of this. And then, he mentions that oh so beloved trust of his. That one thing he completely lost thanks to Mark. 

Also important to note; It is ONLY DAMIEN that inhabits your body after all of this. Why is that?
Celine states that she can send “you” back, not “us”. She says “you” have a choice. And Damien ends his sentence with “let me in.” Not let us in.

You trust Damien and he tells you that it will work, he promises.

And it does work! You wake up in your own body, get up, meet the Colonel who is completely out of it by now.

He does not recognize us as a “Dark” or “Damien” because we don’t look like Damien yet and Dark doesn’t exist yet either. Damien, at this point, is inside our body and trying to take over. 

We listen to what Will says and see him, in desperation and utter confusion, try to find his dear friends he lost.

Once he’s away, only THEN do we walk over to the mirror. And here is where it gets interesting.

We take Damien’s cane: Take a look at the hands.

A thin, female and young looking hand (possibly Amy wee i love her), but then something happens.

The hand changes, transforms into a different one. Into a hand similar to Damien’s. Because Damien is inhabiting your body by himself. Celine is likely still in Mark’s body or, as I mentioned earlier, never died to begin with. It’s Damien who was so fed up, he had to use you to get what he wants. And he gets it alright:

A body. A shell to use as a puppet. He transformed your body into a copy of his own. Mark likely still uses actual Damien’s body, but Damien had to make you look like him to finish this with you. 

Then this happens.

And sad music plays in the background all throughout this scene and it broke my heart - but why did it break my heart? Because that right there is a representation of broken trust, my friends. Damien threw us out of the body he stole from us and trapped us either behind our screens or in that mirror (hence the weird noise light inside the crack). He used us. He manipulated us. We were his first victim.

And he feels bad about it at first. Note how Dark’s look changes after he throws us out? Because now we can see what he truly is; a broken man. He had so much trust in Mark, in us. He was a genuine, good and kind hearted man. He neglected his other friends for Mark only to then find himself betrayed by Mark or whatever he had unleashed that day. He is troubled, his emotions are a whirlwind and all the while he has to keep his anger inside. After all, Damien has a short and low temper. Guilty about what happened, he looks up at you.

Reminds himself that he has a goal now; take revenge. Looks at you now with almost disgust to make you feel even worse. This is a reflection of his own emotions that very moment. We are supposed to feel exactly what Damien felt. Betrayal, fear, loneliness. An end. The mirror itself is a genius metaphor for this.

He then leaves us. Clearly guided by rage and hatred and you can FEEL that, I get goosebumps just thinking about this. (@markiplier frickin amazing acting, dude!) Anyway, here he makes up his mind to take back control over what is rightfully his. Mark; his own body.

We are then left in darkness, questioning and clueless, sad and quite literally broken. 

Dark’s origin, ladies and gentlemen.

(just my take on this. It’s probably, like, super wrong lmao also sorry for the long post ilyall)

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archer with a sword

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♪♪ in the club with JohnJae😎

“me too”
two little words became a rallying cry
a scream of solidarity
they’re louder than any “you’re not alone” could ever begin to shout
i look to my left, to my right
and see both hands being held by someone uttering those two words

“me too”
hurts to hear
more than their hands, their mouth, their body ever could
i wouldn’t wish this pain on anyone else
not even my worst enemies
i wouldn’t ever want to hear another person say

“me too”
is said far too often
by far too many
and it’s goddamn time we stop teaching how to dress
or how to stay safe
and start teaching that “no” means “no”
that nothing justifies violating another
that it should sicken and anger you to know how many people will say

“me too”
are you listening to us?
do you hear what we’re saying?
are you saying it too?
and if you’re not
thank god for that
but i hope that means instead you’re saying

“enough is enough”

(cc, 2017)