Oct 31, 2025
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Trick or
Yeah you don't get a second option I'm just evil like that
Okay! Treat under cut!
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Someone convince me to let my other tats heal before I get another one
I can't stop seeing Anaandar Mianaai's multiple bodies and split selfhood as representing the concept of a government, a body that is composed of multiple individuals and competing factions and yet has to act as one and yet often does in fact act against itself. And yet also, at the same time, often doesn't act against itself as much as the people under the government need it to. Breq is never confused about the reform Mianaai bring on her side. She knows that's not how things work.
And she has no "ok but I need to support..." because Awn is dead and nothing else matters.
Credit:- https://twitter.com/bzsaro01/status/1435342748530454539?s=19
Psst,,
psstttt i think there might be a tumblr glitch? the pic isn't loading for me :(
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J-1 avant l’hospitalisation...
J’ai toujours redouté ce jour parce que je savais bien qu’à un moment ça allait me tomber dessus... La première agression a eu lieu je n’avais que 7 ans... Depuis j’entasse et je recouvre toute cette merde... 22 ans à me cacher, à cacher tant bien que mal toutes ses addictions... 22 ans que ma vie est faite de silences, de cris étouffés mais aussi de colère, de violence, d’humeurs changeantes parce que peut importe mes efforts je n’arrive pas -plus- à canaliser toutes ces émotions. Un mot, une odeur, un geste et mon cerveau part en vrille, se déconnecte de la réalité pour me renvoyer instantanément et douloureusement entre leurs griffes... redevenant l’espace d’un instant la gamine terrorisée que j’étais jadis... C’est sans doute difficile à comprendre pour les gens d’un point de vue extérieur... moi-même je ne me l’explique pas toujours... mais c’est ainsi que mon cerveau a décidé de réagir en cas de stress intense et c’est comme ça que j’ai appris à survivre...
Whelve.
(v.) to bury something deep; to hide.