Sometimes It Feels Like A Little Bit Of Ego Mania Is Inherent To Human Nature, Par For The Course- Other

“Is love bad sometimes?”

Sometimes. It can lead you to just let others hurt you. Sometimes we ignore the bad things people do or the bad way they treat us because of a good opinion of them, or because of loving them. It doesn't make the way they treat us okay, just means we don't recognize it- or consistently continue to create excuses for them in lieu of facing the way they treat us, and talking to them or cutting them off about/over it.

But it can also be really good. It can lead you to the best moments of your life- even if they were never really meant to stick around. Our idea of self-importance is never stuck relying on the person we love- even if we feel like we don't matter without the love of that person. Sometimes people just aren't meant to stick around. Some people get lucky and find "the one" early on, and others take a while to get there and find their loved one.

Some people die before or after their loved one, and have to live on afterwards, but I feel that it's important that we continue to live in those cases. After all, the person who loved us would only want for us to keep on making happy memories once their gone if they truly loved us. Love is a fickle thing, it can be so good when it's good, and heart-crushingly bad when it's bad. It's like a wave, you've gotta ride it. If you can't, you'll crash under the waves and have to swim to shore/get pulled out the sea and try again at that big ass wave. For those who want live, it can be the most wonderful thing in the world to experience, and for those who don't it's just lovely to see. Love takes time, and is difficult. It's different for everyone, and there's no one true way to go about it or explore it. It's something that can't really be perfected, as there's no perfection to it- just happy moments with those you love that feel perfect.

“But can you love someone too much?”

Yeah. And sometimes it can hurt. But you’ve gotta find out how to find the balance- otherwise it’ll fall apart. Sometimes though, we love someone just enough, and they don’t love us as much and so it feels like we love them too much. Doesn’t mean we do. However- it’s still entirely possible to live someone too much, you just have to be sure the person your handing your heart over to won’t drop it or let it fall. If you think the person you’ve given your heart to will hold it like it’s precious, and won’t let it fall. Then there’s no such thing as too much, there’s only just enough. Because they love you just about the same amount.

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It sounds like it should be in the background of Luigi’s mansion as you search for ghosts in the beginning 😭😭😭

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A book crystallized in the ocean

Final piece written for @dsmp-eras! This event was really fun and I'm glad I was able to participate :D

SUMMARY:

It haunts his dreams, the tears marking a young face as Tommy lets out guttural sobs while Wilbur rows away. Hearing them, at the time, almost made Wilbur turn back. Because Wilbur said he wasn’t going to hurt Tommy anymore, his baby brother, and that he would keep him safe. But he can’t do that if he stays. He knew if he stayed, Tommy would get hurt again. And Wilbur promised he wouldn’t hurt Tommy anymore. - Or, after leaving the server, c!Wilbur has no choice but to confront the consequences of his decision

True love 💕

BROOKLYN NINE-NINE (2013 - 2021) Season 1 | Episode 18

ehehehe been having thoughts about an au.....

HC—Luo Binghe looks almost identical to Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky. (basically Airplane is hot but doesn’t realize it.)

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Shen Yuan woke up back in modern China after spending sixty years in PIDW, so, of course, the first thing he did was message Airplane.

(That’s actually the second… third?…thing he did. The first was trying reach out to the system. The second was crying.) ((But if Shen Yuan were asked why he was crying he’d scoff. Tears? No way! His eyes were just dry.))

Anyway, he reached out to Shang Qinghua—who, by the grace of God, came back with him—and found out that they both lived in Hong Kong. And not only that, but in the same neighborhood! Which was insane, but also very lucky. Maybe even too lucky? The universe never usually helped them out. Maybe this kindness of them being so near each other was an apology from The System? Whatever it was, it was best not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

The two agreed to meet on a Saturday, when Shen Yuan didn’t have school (being back as a senior in high school sucked).

Here’s the thing, Shang Qinghua sent a long winded text as a warning about how he looked very different. Which…fair. Everyone in PIDW was gorgeous, and people in the real world were not like that.

They agreed to meet at a café. Shen Yuan had sent Shang Qinghua a selfie so the man knew who to look for. It was a decent selfie, one Shen Yuan may have spent too much time on. It was a mirror selfie, showing off a nice outfit and Shen Yuan throwing up a peace sign. The photo showed an older teenager, with black hair that fell to his shoulders, large black eyes, and a silly smile. (He sent the picture to his mom too.) ((Seeing his family again was a whole other story better never to be told. There were a lot of tears and hugs on Shen Yuan’s part. It was a little embarrassing.))

Shen Yuan had gotten to the café early, snagging a corner table and waited with two iced lattes. He watched people out of the window. The streets were busy with both pedestrians and cars, there were delivery bicyclists and people carrying shopping bags. It was crowded. And loud. And dirty.

Being back was weird.

But, having indoor air conditioning was nice. And the internet! Oh God, he’d sell his kidney for the internet back home.

He blinked his eyes, his contacts felt harsh against them. Years without needing them made him forget what they were like. He should’ve worn his glasses, but had honestly forgotten where he put them. Maybe he should buy another pair? It wasn’t like he lacked the funds and he wasn’t sure how long he’d be in the modern world.

It was the chair across from him scrapping across the wooden floor that startled Shen Yuan back into focus.

His phone told him that Airplane was five minutes late.

“About time you showed u—Binghe?” Shen Yuan gapped.

“Close-ish?” Shang Qinghua flushed and adjusted his black framed glasses. His curly hair was kept in an undercut, he had pierced ears and a lip piercing and a sleeve tattoo on his right arm. He had freckles, dimples, and a 5 o’clock shadow too. Which. What? Okay. “Hi.”

That was Shen Yuan’s husbands face looking back at him! Sure, the eyes were black and there was no demon mark, but he intimately knew that face.

“Qinghua?!” Shen Yuan wheezed his name, his heart doing weird things in his chest at the fucking shock. “You look…you’re nearly identical to…”

“Yeah,” Shang Qinghua sighed, “imagine how surprised I was the first time I saw Binghe. The system stole my face!”

The voice was the same as Luo Binghe’s, even though the pitch was a little different.

And the body. Because…Shang Qinghua was tall? And muscular? And he was mother fucking LUO BINGHE.

“What the fuck?” Shen Yuan stared.

Shang Qinghua sighed as he grabbed his iced latte. His nails were painted black.

“My brain can’t—” comprehend this. Shen Yuan’s mind was static. Error 404 bounced around in his brain.

Was this some sick joke? Did The System do this? Was he really back in the bamboo house resting in bed and having a weird as fuck dream?!

“Wanna take this somewhere else?” Shang Qinghua asked, his eyes darted around the establishment uncomfortably. People were staring. At him. Because he was fucking gorgeous.

Shen Yuan had So. Many. Questions.

“Is it as bad as your office at An Ding?” Shen Yuan asked, his lips curled disdain.

Shang Qinghua huffed a soft sound of amusement. “Where do you think Binghe gets his clean freak mentality from?”

“Wait,” Shen Yuan stood up when Shang Qinghua did. “When you said you wrote a self-insert, you didn’t mean Shang Qinghua??? You meant Luo Binghe?!”

“Well, yeah, bro.” It was surreal to hear the word ‘bro’ come out of that mouth. “Binghe is all the good, bad and ugly of me, amped up to eleven. Well…with bad at a fifteen.”

“Wait, what?” The hamster in Shen Yuan’s wheel of a brain began to run faster as thoughts began to practically explode. But there was one that was louder than any of the other:

Did this mean that Shen Yuan basically married Shang Qinghua?!

“THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND.”

THIS WAS JUST SO ADORABLE😭