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This happened to me and now I can't walk correctly anymore

And I'm pretty sure this is what I said to my dog who was waiting for his daily walk, along with an apology.

Price: *crouches to hide from a enemy*

Price: *knees immediately crack loudly*

Enemy: *turns and stares at him*

Price: You know what- just kill me

of muffins and slip-ups

wc: 1.7k

pairing: osamu miya x gn!reader

warnings: none (osamu’s hypnotizing tiddies)

Standing on tiptoe, you reach up into your cabinet and feel around for the vial of vanilla extract you know you have somewhere, and when you finally find it, you pluck it from the shelf to inspect it. You peer between the recipe on your phone and the bottle, brows furrowing. You don’t have nearly enough. You really should’ve checked your cabinets before embarking on a late-night baking session. 

As you frustratedly stare at the half-finished batter on your counter, you weigh your options. You could make a quick run to the store, you reason. It’s not that far of a walk. But when your gaze flickers to the digital clock on the microwave — 8:45 PM — you realize you’d never make it in time, and you refuse to be the person that shows up to a store five minutes before it closes.

And you’ve already made it this far — the bowl is out, the measuring cups are dirty, the muffin tin is meticulously paper-lined. You sigh. It’d be a waste to throw everything out now, and you aren’t keen on leaving it in the fridge overnight. Left with no other options, you decide there’s only one thing left to do — ask a neighbor.

You’re new to the building, and not quite friends with anyone yet, so the thought of going door to door to beg for some vanilla isn’t exactly what you planned on doing with your Wednesday night, but hey, nobody’s perfect. You consider asking the girl next door, the one who’d invited you over on your first weekend in the building. She was nice enough, but before you slip your feet into a pair of slippers, you remember that she stays with her boyfriend during the week.

You could ask that guy down the hall, but he’d ogled at you on the elevator last weekend, and the thought of knocking on his door and subjecting yourself to more of his looks made a hint of nausea settle in your stomach.

You stand, idle in front of your door, slippers and pajamas on and groan. The guy across the hall — Miya Osamu. You’ve bumped into him virtually everywhere since you moved in. The mail room, the laundry room, in the lobby and the hallway. And every time he’d fix you with this handsome, toothy grin, making casual small talk when he could. You’ve even seen him help the elderly woman downstairs with her groceries. He seems disarmingly perfect, so surely he wouldn’t slam the door in your face at your request. At least, you hope not.

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all anyone talks about is introjects, source, etc, etc. i was diagnosed with osdd-1 earlier this year (1a specifically). while some of my alters are "introjected from" or based on my abusers (which is the most common clinical presentation. fwiw.) i cannot relate at all to how all anyone seems to care about is fuckin...source calls and canon and blah blah blah oh my god who cares? who cares. like actually, are you not bored? is this not the most useless fucking way to spend your time?

if you're a system who doesn't fall into the specific boxes that get attention on this website - high alter count, splits frequently, fictive heavy - good fucking luck getting anyone to care what you have to say, or even acknowledge you exist outside of an occasional lip service post. TO BE CLEAR, there's nothing WRONG with being any of those things, but for those of us who are more "boring" - smaller alter count, alters who aren't super "interesting" or sourced from fiction, or just any osdd-1a system in general - there is no community. There just isn't! every day it becomes clearer and clearer to me that the "right" kind of system online is a polyfragmented fictive heavy one or whatever the fuck. man. honestly i think 99% of people posting this shit are misidentifying and exaggerating their own symptoms to fit in, especially the teenagers.

the community that DOES exist is a chaotic cesspool that helps approximately no one in healing and if you don't fit an extremely niche presentation you don't even get that. honestly? maybe that's better. even if it is pretty disheartening and frustrating that rather than focusing on, like, the things that make us similar and efforts to fight ableism, it's all this other shit. also when osdd-1a DOES get mentioned (which is RARE, lol), it's usually misinformation - hell, even the term "1a" is a community term, not an official one, but still! "1a doesn't have alters" "1a doesn't have real switches" WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT! damn it's hard enough out here without people who don't know jack about shit trying to talk about something that clearly bores them because no fictives or innerworld shenanigans are involved, lmfao.

My God. I Am Just So Tired.

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I'm pretty sure I like Remus Lupin more than I like myself

Remus is the guy you take home to your parents and they instantly like him more than they like you.