#And anxiety

[idklackingimaginationapologies2]

Would just like to add that I personally would hate doing most of the things I enjoy and am passionate about for money because that would prevent me from being able to enjoy it. And I'm sure many other people feel similarly.

I used to feel really stressed about trying to figure out what job I should have (still do tbh but for different reasons) because I'd been told I should think of what I enjoy doing and translate that into something I could be payed for.

But I always knew that most things I enjoy I need to be able to do with no pressure on them otherwise I won't enjoy them, and I need to be able to do them in order for me to be calm enough and have enough energy to do stuff I don't want to.

So it would have been very helpful for me to have been told before (and not had to figure that out by myself) that sometimes it is enough to enjoy it enough to do it for a long time, that I don't need to enjoy it as much as or in the same way as I enjoy my hobbies.

Obviously for some people this would be a bad way to go about things but for me this is definitely the best.

When you're a kid/teenager everyone expects you to base your career around your passions and interests and that works for a lot of people but it's not the full story. I wish they would also teach students to consider the lifestyle that career would require.

Like... if I had to choose a passion and work a career around it, I would probably work at a zoo or aquarium. But those jobs require a lot of schooling with STEM classes (which I hate) and a lot of early mornings (which make me feel ill) and an obligation to work in person with no flexibility to move (which makes me depressed). So even if I'd enjoy caring for animals all day, it's not a good career path for me.

My current job is travel writing, which is not my passion. I like it, but it's not my passion. But I work a flexible schedule, I can live anywhere, I get a travel stipend, and my team is really chill. So it works for me.

Rather than solely focusing on "What topics do you like?" I think we should ask students "Of the careers that suit your preferred lifestyle, which are the most interesting?"

[theroundbartable]

When Arthur sees Merlin, his heart races.

This isn't unexpected. Arthur is in love with him. He's confessed, Merlin confessed back, they were together.

So why? Why did Arthur feel like something was wrong?

He felt it whenever he touched Merlin's chest, lay his head against it to rest. His own heart beat so fast and unrelenting and undeniably in love... But so much faster than Merlin's.

Merlin's heartbeat was calm. Always calm. Collected, steady. There was no change when they kissed, not even when they had sex, at least not beyond normal excertion symptoms.

Merlin's heart doesn't race when he's with Arthur. And Arthur can't help but doubt his feelings because of it.

It takes weeks, no, months of doubting and arguing that Arthur learns the truth.

Merlin's heart races when he's angry. When they fight, when they were in danger, Merlin's heart would quicken.

Ba-dump, badump - badump - bdump bdmpbmpbmpbmpbdmpbdmp -

Arthur feels the pulse against his wrist for but a second.

It's the touch. Light as a feather, merely brushing against skin, and Merlin's heart stills again.

"Hey," Arthur says in awe at the decovery.

The heartbeat calms, steadies, and finally beats slowly, back in place as soon as their eyes meet.

"I'm here." Arthur says, because he knows Merlin is only worried about him.

Merlin sighs. "You always are." He grins.

'Oh'

Arthur thinks.

Gwaine would confirm this later, but Merlin's heart was not steady, not calm. It was restless when they were apart.

[lizaisdrawing]

A calm outing 🌤️

[giftboxxworld]

Huzzah!!! More Peppino doodles because I miss him

I said to myself I need to draw him more round. He is a spherical

[arandomferretsthoughts]

This popped into my brain and wouldnt leave so I wanted to share it with yall

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A young boy and his parents are attacked on the street, only the boy makes it out.

It's a rare occurrence, an event like this, the police find the man and arrest him and everyone else is safe.

Bruce Wayne goes home to a mansion that feels larger and lonelier than ever, with only his butler to take care of him.

And yet the young boy finds himself too afraid to leave for more than necessities.

The young boy grows into a young man, he inherits his parents business and starts to leave his house a little more, unwilling to lose this connection to his lost parents but still he finds himself afraid, afraid to be around people, to be seen.

Until one day at a gala he must attend for the sake of the shareholders, he sees a man, a reporter, who holds himself in an odd way, clearly a tall and strong man who could be intimidating if he tried but the man held himself as if to appear smaller and unassuming, Bruce's brain flitters across the idea that the man is hiding something, or more hiding himself.

His brain that has soaked up comics and movies for years so as to not grow bored in his home.

And when he learns of all the good this reporter has been trying to do, he thinks the man would make a good superhero.

When he goes home the thought wont leave him alone, he thinks of a world with a hero, a world that needs a hero, one where his parents murder would have just been one of many, but this hero wouldn't have been there to help, he was too bright, a hero for the daytime, not for the shadows of night.

He thinks maybe he could have been a hero in this world, one that saves other kids from suffering a fate like his own.

One who is afraid and fights anyway.

The next time he leaves his home there's an event at a museum, with some special objects that are in town for a few days. There he sees a woman who knows so much about ancient relics and is so beautiful that he doesn't believe she could be just a normal human.

He thinks she would share her knowledge and kindness with the world given the chance.

While he remains mostly alone, other than his Parental figure/Butler, he also keeps in contact with two friends from when he was in school.

One is now a psychiatrist, with an interest in learning about fear and how it can change people, and the other a psychologist, both working at the city's asylum. 

Harleen is who Bruce considers his best friend, a goofy but kind girl who cares alot about others, she tells him about a patient, without going into much detail, who she claims would be cute if he wasn't so insane. Smiling and laughing while he talks about harming others. 

She got a boyfriend somewhere along the way, a man Bruce is sure abuses her but she can't seem to leave.

The three get in a fight one day, and lose contact, and Bruce supposes you can't have heroes without villains, though he can't bring himself to think of Harley as a villain by her own choice.

On the news Bruce learns of a man working to better science as they know it, a man who always seems to be a few minutes too late, he follows the story until the day something goes wrong and the man is there on time to shield workers from flying chemicals, killing him but saving others, Bruce thinks the man a hero in death, and could have been one in life, one who always made it to where he was needed just on time.

As time went on Bruce tried to get out more in normal ways, one night he went to the circus, he enjoyed it, reminding him of the day when he was little and his parents brought him to one just like it.

It was a few days later that he learned at the next show there was an accident, and a little boy lost his parents, he remembered being small and feeling alone when he had lost his, thankful for the man who cared for him he wished he could do the same for this little boy, but knew he didn't have the skills needed.

He could, however, make sure the boy got somewhere safe, and other kids like him too.

So he held a fundraiser and donated a lot of money into the foster system, doing what he could to make it safe.

And he thought of a world where he could have taken the little circus boy into his home, making it brighter and less lonely.

As he ventured out more and more Bruce travelled through different parts of the city, he saw a group of little children cowering behind one bigger who had just chased off a grown man, Bruce smiled as the kids cheered for the little hero.

It was the news that later told him the boy was dead, a homeless kid who stopped being seen, the little hero was gone.

Bruce held another fundraiser, this one for the homeless shelters and kitchens.

It was the news that told him the boy was not dead, found by the police, with other stolen children. 

Children that returned to a better place.

The day he lost his last parent is the day where he began to feel truly alone, the only person there for him gone, but Alfred would live forever in his memory's as the man who loved and cared for him.

He reached out to Harly again not wanting to be all alone, and they made up, he learned she had gotten free of her abusive boyfriend and had fallen for a woman who's love of nature was refreshing and new.

He knew little about his neighbours, but he tried to get to know them better, he struggled but eventually learned that the woman that lived there was very sick and that the man was not home much, when he learned of the child who spent so much of his time alone, he thought the kid was brave and told him if he ever needed anything to just ask.

The kid needed someone the day when his mother didn't wake up and his father wasn't home. Bruce did what he could, he was no father but he cared for the kid the best he could until his was able to return.

Bruce knew it was expected of him to have a family, someone to give his things and his business when he passed. He tried dating, but nothing ever seemed to work out.

However one day he learned of a child, a son, one the mother hadn't told him about, he tried to gain any sort of parental rights but couldn't get any custody, only visitation, he met the boy, a quiet but fiercely determined child, And he loved his son even without seeing him much.

When the quiet, hermit, billionaire Bruce Wayne, best known for appearing, donating large amounts of money to random causes and then disappearing again, passed away his belongings and company were to be split between two people, Timothy Drake, and Damian al Ghul, when the two met up to split his things, they found writings the man had never told anyone of.

Writings of a world where regular people became heroes, where aliens walked amongst humans, and where magic made lives exciting.

They agreed to publish the story's for the world to see.

To most people, the writings were just an entertaining fiction story that a billionaire wrote with his unlimited free time.

But to the retired reporter who knew his height frightened others, who now rested and found the stories learned that someone had seen how he stood, and what he had done and thought of him as a hero,

To the artefact collector and preserver who learned this man believed she was so knowledgeable about what she had strived to learn everything about, as well as beautiful, that he thought her to be blessed by the gods,

To the old psychologist who mourns her friend, a man who thought that no matter what she went through she'd always make the right choice in the end, 

To the family of a man who lost his life saving others, who this guy they had never met thought so highly of,

To the man that lost his only family to an accident at their circus, he was a man who wanted him get a good home, where'd he'd get anything he ever wanted, 

To a man that went through so much, believed dead for so long to learn this man who he had only seen once, saw him not as a poor homeless kid but as a fighter and protector,

To the boy that new the man for a short time, as a temporary guardian and protector, who made him feel safe and not alone when he needed it most, 

And To the boy who wished he could have known his father, but was kept away by his mother,

The storys showed to them all that this man, who some thought of as cold and egotistical, as he locked himself away and refused to be around others, was actually an anxious, lonely man, who saw what others didn't and cared about everyone in his own odd way.

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I just thought it was a cool idea I wanted to share with yall, so I hope you guys like it

This is my first post on here, so please be nice,

Also, ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes Dyslexia goes brrr

If you want to know what I think he based the other heroes and character off of, just ask, and I'll figure it out!

Thanks for reading, and have a good day!

Edit:

Thanks for all the nice comments and reblogs :)

I genuinely didn't realize how sad this was, lol. Sorry, not sorry, guys

[winchester27]

Call it clowners intuition or downright anxiety but does anyone else feel like this season is going to DESTORY us on the Buddie front

[xoxo-bunnydumpling]

This election would be a lot more cool and interesting and dare I say, ✨️zesty✨️ if I DIDN'T FUCKING LIVE HERE

[aspenstarflare]

Ahsoka gets kidnapped once again:

Kidnapper: We have your child.

Anakin:

Anakin: You mean, you have Ahsoka?

Kidnapper: Yes.

[Anakin snorts and whispers something under his breath]

Anakin: Pft, good luck.

Kidnapper: What?

Anakin: You see, you’re gonna die today, the question merely is, who’s gonna kill you first.

Anakin grinning like a maniac: Ahsoka.. Rex.. Padmé..

Anakin igniting his lightsaber switching to a death stare on his face: Or me.

Kidnapper: . . . [Regretting life choices]

[1tsstargaze59]

Done! Took a bit, what with college starting, but honestly, it just makes me want to create more, not less??? It's a stressful balance I'm working on ^^" @notallrobots @tokibuns

But to give context, they needed to get by the siren area of the bay and so they had Fear distract the sirens. Ennui wasn't having it without making sure he was save, so Anxiety proposed she tie him to something, Ennui insisted it be her XD and she made sure he was safe ^^❤️ even trying to shot Disgust there at the end XD

This all! Love this AU! Working on the next redesign~ 👀

Also if you like greek mythology and musicals, PLS GO CHECK OUT EPIC THE MUSICAL BY JORGE RIVERA-HERRANS!!!! Just look it up on YouTube, trust me 💜

[faelingdraws]

this boy. he’s full of issues.

[rxccoonboo]

Just got my blood drawn had a panic attack and felt like I couldn't breathe 😝💪🔥

[cicadascribbles]

My range of nonbinary-ness

[kateksmallcuteowl]

So, I’ve been looking for a real 18th century gowns these days and… it’s a total spice-killer. Awful, but, you know, Havelock never had a reason to search for some sassy-hot-stylish gown before relationships with Vimes. I bet he just chose the most simple one and used to wear it until the Feet of Clay times. And then there was an unexpected amount of people who saw his “no one is going to see me sleeping in this thing” gown in just three days. So he found it rational to buy a new one.

A new model that was kindly provided by the seamstress-guild shop🌚🌝

Oh and look at the young baby here. He NEEDS a long good nap

He won’t think it was a good idea if he had enough sleep! But you know, all that paperwork and ruling Ank-Morpork after Snapcase must be exhausting.

Quick reminder: Wuffles is the best boy!

And the last pic in a good quality, because it took me so long to render it, that it would be a shame to not post it separately. Look at the gown!✨✨✨✨ /I just sit here with the same expression as Vimes/

P.S. I may be a bit dumb when it comes to Tumbler and I still didn’t figure out how to answer the reposts😅 But I see them all and I’m always open to new ideas what else to draw or criticism🌚🌝

P.P.S. Tw: HORRIBLE FASHION DECISIONS OF THE PAST

(These were the references. Thanks gods we invented Pyjamas)

[asterclaw]

bad sanses you say? do you mean they’re fucking starving?

[sargeantsarmy]

Yea