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As such, please take note that this podcast deals heavily with both natural disasters and climate change, and this blog will as well. We aim to be as educational as possible amidst the more supernatural horrors, since education is one of the best ways to mitigate the effects of natural hazards.

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PFLP Bulletin - Number 45

Artist: Marc Rudin/Jihad Mansour (1945-2023)

#xivdividers.

To celebrate the 2.5th anniversary of this blog, I present you #XIVDIVIDERS—a selected collection of FFXIV-themed dividers made from my own screenshots.

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Other Notes

While the current selection is limited, more will be added in subsequent batches. Please understand that I have a busy real life.

Requests are closed; I do not accept requests at this stage. This is mostly a thank-you gift to those who have been supporting me and my blog(s) all these years even during my long hiatus. Customization requests may be open in the future, but only if there is a demand for that.

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See below cut for the dividers.

Frank picked up the paper carefully.

- “Alright,” he muttered. “Let’s see what’s going on in that head. Fair’s fair, considering you’re reading mine like a damn open book.”.

And he began to read.

What does it feel like to question yourself? Does it hurt?

It does, because doubt sits with you in the dark and asks who you really are. Because growth is never gentle.

Tell me you never wanted to quit. Tell me you never felt fear tighten around your chest. Tell me you never thought : I can’t do this anymore.

And yet, you did.

You kept reaching out. You kept carrying weight that was never fully yours. You kept protecting what mattered, even when you felt empty. Even when no one was watching.

You survived your pain. You earned your joy.

Last night, I lost mine.

I once believed love and courage could smooth the rough edges of life. They couldn’t. They helped for a moment, but they never repaired the cracks in my heart. At best, they quieted them.

A dear friend once told me I needed to write my truth. To write the story because stories never end. They only change.

So this is my part.

I don’t want to let grief make my choices. I want to face my ghosts. I want to speak to them. And ask them not to turn me into someone they would hate.

So,

Thank you, Mom, for loving me even when you were too weak to live.

Thank you, David, my sweet little brother. For guiding me. For being the best part of me.

I ended your life. Not on purpose. But by my hand all the same.

That sound, the glass breaking, the car flipping over. That’s when my heart did too. It’s followed me ever since.

Dad, thank you. I took from you your own flesh, your son. And every night, I can still hear your scream when you realized he wasn’t breathing anymore.

Still, you gave me one thing : a chance to run free.

Thank you, Ben, for caring. For giving me purpose. For protecting me from the darkest monsters in this city. I know it cost you your life.

Thank you, Foggy for being my home. For being my best friend. For being the new light in my life.

Thank you, Matt for saving my life more times than I can count. For giving me a place in your world. For being honest about who you really are. For loving me, even when your heart belonged to someone else.

Thank you, Frank Castle for letting me hold you. For showing me the man beneath the skull. Knowing you was a challenge like no other. It changed me.

Before you, I was just a child. Now I know the truth about this world’s darkness, And I know you were trying to protect me from it.

Loving you all. Losing you all.

That’s what made me stronger.

And I hope this strength won’t be the end of me but my rebirth.