💅🏻 Mullet!Juliet Origin Story 💅🏻 ... Which Is : Holly Visited While Samsonetta Was Away,

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@yourdeargatsby ... I'm sorry what ?! You have said too little and also too much here, I need explanations x') As for me, hmm... I sewed my own wedding dress, entirely by hand. It was dark purple, and the third thing I sewed in my entire life ^^" And it looked quite okay !! I was very proud of myself.

tagging (sorry if you've been tagged before) : @valhelos @joellalovestoread @weeinterpreter

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

ALYSA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAA- Oh my fucking Frond

And KAORI !!!! Champions of my heart, both of them 💛 🏆🏆🏆

@laeliana asked, and her wish is my command o7 here's a little game : can you find the two Artemis Fowl themed tattoos in this picture ? 👀 (please ignore the 17th century stays I'm working on a costume rn 😅)

I also have a little oak acorn on my elbow, but finding a way to photograph it would have been a pain in my butt, so that's all you're gonna get 💜

BPD Awarness Month

On top of May being mental health awareness month, it’s also BPD (Borderline personality disorder) awareness month. I don’t even have enough words to describe what it feels like living with BPD. It has been my tool to survival and will eventually be my demise. Life with BPD is the hardest. You are emotionally fucked. You are toxic to everyone you come into contact with. Everyday is a struggle. Every hour is a caution tape. Living with it is like living in a gas chamber that is slowly leaking toxic fumes. Your breath is always caught. Your tears are always flowing. Even with therapy and medication for the symptoms, there is so much left to deal with. It never really goes away. At a moment's notice you can change feelings from “I love you” to “I hate you”. Having someone love you feels fake. Like you are never going to be loveable. That no one could ever love you. You’re too much of a burden. Too damaged to be loved. BPD is from trauma. And well, I have generations of it. No matter how much I try, no matter how much I grow it never feels enough. Emotions feel like suicide. Thoughts scream too loud. Demons control you like a puppet unable to run away. Hallucinations come and go. You really never know when they'll come or go. Sometimes the episodes will be minutes, others months. Distance or slightest voice change feels like abandonment. Happiness or peace feels like an illusion. Losing someone is like the world is the knives across your skin. Anger feels like jumping off a cliff. Every time someone tries to comfort or love you feels like a trick. You either feel alone or feel like a god. Living with BPD is the hardest thing to live with. It's comparable to giving my children up for adoption. Either you’re high on top of the galaxy or you’re at rock bottom over and over in a vicious cycle. We are so stigmatized. People think we are “ticking time bombs”. Hell I’ve even had therapists leave or deny me because of it. For all of my borderlines out there, you deserve love. You deserve happiness. You can’t just cope, you have to heal. It will take every ounce of self control and inner power to get through each episode. But I promise you when you find peace, true peace you’ll know what I’m talking about. Your trauma does not make you. You are not your trauma. You are not crazy. You are not a burden. Just hang tight, we’ve got this. 

Again for the fanfiction ask thing, what is the Fragments about? :3

Fragments of Artemis Fowl is the fic I'm currently working on ! It's technically taking place right after Artemis Experiments Weird, but should be readable as a solo fic. The idea : Foaly is on a sick leave from the LEP and he's bored. So he decides to grab the (illegal) copies of Artemis, Butler, Juliet and the Fowl parents' memories he has saved from the mindwipe, and explore them to figure out how Artemis Fowl became, well, Artemis Fowl 😊 So it's a non-linear collection of one-shots exploring memories of Artemis' childhood, his parents' backstory, with Foaly's (and later Holly's) take and interpretation on the whole thing ! So far I have planned 90 chapters, crafted a timeline going back to the XIXth century, two excel docs of characters (the Fowl Manor isn't gonna staff itself ! and all the other prominent crime lords around the world !!), it's so much work but 👏 I'M 👏 HAVING 👏 A 👏 BLAST 👏 I had also made an entire doc with all the miscellaneous Fowl and fairies lore and anecdotes I could find while re-reading the books, but this one got lost in my last computer crash 🫠 So I have to remake it from scratch at some point. Anywoo, this one is still a long way to go before it can be published, but I literally started to think about this fic when I was a wee twelve-years-old baby so I'm not gonna give it up and I'm so proud to see how far it's come already 💜

when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever

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