#Internal struggle

[torveiglyart]

Who's your favorite voltron character and what is your favorite thing about them?

Oh boy. Oooohhhhhhh boy.

Lance quiznaking Charles McClain.

Okay okay okay so, There are MANY reasons he’s my favourite, and I could go on and on about him, but you asked for my singular favourite thing. If I had to pick one thing about him?

His extroversion.

See, Lance and I are extremely similar in mannerisms, personality, family, looks not so much, and fears. The main difference between us is the readiness to talk to others. I’m extroverted, but over the years I’ve drawn into myself a bit more and tend to get pretty bad anxiety when met with new scenarios that involve meeting new people or talking for long periods of time. This is simply due to my upbringing and other social factors I couldn’t control, but it still affected me. I used to be, like Lance, ready and open to talk to new people, experience new things, and I was a chatter box. And in seeing that reflected in a character that already shares so much similarity with me? It made it pretty easy to latch on.

I admire him not just for who he is, but what he represents to me. An academically challenged kid with ADHD, a love of the beach, big dreams, and a terrible case of martyrdom. Oh, and the bisexual panic, but that’s not important in this right now.

By emulating Lance’s mannerisms when it comes to new people, I’ve actually found myself not only with more friends who like talking to me, but I’ve also found myself happier than I ever was in middle or high school. Oh! And I joined a sports team for the first time! I get that college itself is a new experience, but just placing that bit of Lance in the everyday Me has helped a lot with the harder stuff, at least, the things I consider hardest.

Soooo that got away from me, but yeah! Lance, or as we like to call him, Leandro, is my favourite.

[kimchicuddles]

Ha, I don't remember what I was struggling with when I made this one but I think my internal conversations have become a lot more chill overall... Thank you so much for supporting my work!!! Keep up with behind the scenes and special perks on patreon.com/kimchicuddles (you can also leave me a one time donation / tip / bday present on venmo @ venmo.com/tikvawolf

[shamelesswolfstarshipper]

The struggle of “am I aroace or do I just hate everyone around me except for my 2 friends that are basically dating and I see as siblings”

[voodooya]

Invisible Sorceress.

By: VooDooYa

She's an invisible sorceress.

Invisible Battles.

Trapping me in a maze too complex to get out of.

Stuck in a loop of recurring damage.

Habitually deflecting attempts at unnecessary panic.

She's an invisible sorceress.

Stealing time from me.

A few seconds.

Every minute.

Every hour.

That I breathe.

She's an invisible sorceress.

Whispering madness.

Living, breathing, feeding off my sadness.

Replaying impending fates and all of my mistakes.

Conjuring up everything that I hate.

She's an invisible sorceress.

Hiding and waiting.

Constraining.

Detaining.

Suffocating.

Slowly and gradually

asphyxiating.

She’s an invisible sorceress

Consuming me.

Using my time, my mind and my body.

Leaving invisible wounds you can't see.

Siphoning all of the good parts of me.

She's An invisible sorceress.

She haunts me.

[eeerrrrewsd]

Sins of the Heart

Part 2

A Jason Todd x Reader – Priest AU

Jason Todd was a man of discipline.

Had to be, given his past—given all the things he’d done before he took his vows.

But when it came to you?

There was no discipline.

Not when you stood too close. Not when you looked at him like he was something other than a man of God, something more—something worth yearning for, the way he ached for you.

And now, you were here again, sitting in the quiet chapel long after the evening service had ended, a soft candle glow flickering against your face as you smiled up at him.

“You ever wonder what your life would be like if you weren’t a priest?” you asked suddenly, head tilting as you gazed at him.

Jason’s breath caught.

He shouldn’t answer. Should absolutely not answer.

But he had never been good at denying you anything.

“Yeah,” he admitted, voice quieter than it should’ve been. “More than I should.”

Your lips parted slightly, as if surprised he had given in that easily. But then, a knowing look passed over your face, and damn it, you had to stop looking at him like that—like you knew exactly what kind of thoughts he’d been trying to pray away.

“You’d be a good man, no matter what,” you said after a moment. “You’re not a good priest just because you wear a collar, Jason.”

Something about the way you said his name—so soft, so intimate—made the hairs on the back of his neck rise.

He swallowed hard.

“I think you give me too much credit,” he muttered, turning slightly so he didn’t have to look directly at you.

“Maybe,” you teased, voice light. “But I think I’d like to see you outside of this place sometime. Just once.”

That definitely wasn’t a good idea.

“Why?” he asked before he could stop himself.

You shrugged, and Jason didn’t miss the way your fingers traced absent circles along the wooden pew. “I don’t know. Maybe I just want to know what you’re like when you’re not being holy.”

Jason definitely stopped breathing for a second.

Because you had said it lightly—like it wasn’t meant to mean anything—but the glint in your eyes told him everything.

Tension curled between you, thick and heavy in the candlelight.

He had to end this.

Had to say something to stop this before—

“You’d be different, wouldn’t you?” you mused, biting your lip. “Outside of all this.”

Jason let out a slow, measured breath. “I think you already know the answer to that.”

You smiled at that.

And God help him, Jason had never wanted to break his vows more.

Because he wasn’t stupid—he knew what you were doing. You were testing him, pushing the line just enough to see if he’d pull away.

But the problem was, he didn’t want to pull away.

He wanted to know what you felt like under his hands, what your lips tasted like, what kind of sounds he could pull from you if he wasn’t so damn restrained.

And you knew it.

So when you leaned in—just barely—and whispered, “Maybe you should let yourself be different, just once,” Jason nearly lost it.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides.

He was stronger than this.

He had to be.

So he did the only thing he could.

He exhaled sharply, stood, and walked toward the altar, leaving you sitting there in the pew, watching him with that goddamn knowing smile.

“You’re playing with fire,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face.

“And what if I like the fire?” you teased.

Jason groaned. “You can’t say things like that.”

You laughed—soft and genuine—and for a moment, the tension eased, replaced with something gentler.

Jason sighed.

“You really wanna see me outside of this place?” he asked after a moment, still facing the altar.

He didn’t have to look at you to know you were smiling.

“Yes.”

Jason closed his eyes.

He was so screwed.

“…Okay.”

[clingylittletortoise]

I want headpats and reassurance🥺🥺 but at the same time I am like I need no one I am rough and tough 😤😼

Does this happen to anyone else too or is it just me 🫠

[bezzzlunatic]

"bye, we'll talk later"

A phrase shines through the screen, Ghostly staring at that hushed brutality, Written in freezing , bitter cold tonality, Carrying me to a deeply buried scene.

You scorned the echoes of my past, Yet flowing words like ravines, Eroding through sharp and fast, Where all of my fears convenes. But you can’t see through my own gaze, And I’m left reeling , lost in endless daze.

[arcobaleno-22g]

The sky and lava are carried by the Shaman's Mother. Every day they wage war, every hour light and darkness win the battle. This battle is quiet and inconspicuous, the losses are huge, time is immeasurable. This is the greatest of the most famous wars.

Mori Yana

[the-missann]

I think I opted against posting this because I was "happy" for a time, but for me, that never lasts and most the time it's never even real.

It's all just...

Motionless

Sometimes, I feel motionless and it is something I wish would never leave.

Other times, I feel motionless and want it to go away, to never return to me.

I don't control either of these feelings, but they show how I'm feeling better than I could ever explain.

Sometimes, I'm motionless and everything stops. My fears, stress, and anxiety all stop.

Almost as if whatever I was dealing with has ran its course and is behind me.

Other times, I feel motionless like the world is trapping me in my worries and the future I know nothing about.

Feeling motionless is something I wish would happen more often, but I also wish to cease as well.

I try not to take this for granted. The feeling that I need to stop and pause because there's no rush to get to the end. I should take my time and just be motionless when I need to.

That feeling that the next second I waste doing nothing is only trapping me in my difficult moments. That staying still will only be my downfall.

No matter which one passed my night away, it's happening to remind me of the things that are gone and the things that will come.

[scarletthorne1123]

“…my mind wants to control me…There's rotten things left in me/Injected by society/No one here but me to judge me…”

-“Void” by Melanie Martinez

[222quinn]

Neil Gaiman and two other authors helped nurture my love for Mythology and storytelling in general. I am a fan of American Gods, read it when I was fifteen and was obsessed with the themes. I was drawn to Sandman cause of the Greek inspiration and the concept and themes not realizing it was him who wrote it till episode 6 A Sound of her Wings. When I heard of the allegations I had long learnt to separate art and artists (any science student will understand this) and like a lot art the only reason it holds meaning is not because the artist tells you it does but because you found meaning behind it on your own. You did that. I've been SA too by the person was quite literally someone who shaped my love for music, history and science but after some deep thinking and self reflection and a lot of 'who am I?' I've learnt that yes they help introduce these things but I was the one who began cultivating my love for those things to the point I outshine them in my obsession.

This post was literally my internal struggle trying to understand myself after what I've been through. Thank you for posting this ❤️

[findasongblog]

Find A Song exploring the internal struggle between certainty and doubt

Zoe Moff - A Dónde Te Veré

Added to FAS Spotify playlist alt rock.

via Musosoup

[heir2christ]

Heavy metal song: Unspoken Chains

Does anyone else feel this way from time to time or is it just me????????

[fireandice77]

i am on the verge of eruption.

[ryanranney]

Holy War

It is the unrighteous Who long for righteousness And the wicked Who seek true comfort As the deaf do wish to hear And the blind do wish to see So too is the Word of God For those trapped in darkness And who are they that God would care? They are the children of the Most High Deceived by the ancient sons song That they are unworthy of Holiness Though they were made holy By their Father who is Holy…

[bobbydearest]

It's that dreaded season when the flare up occurs in your appendages as well as all over thanks to a little thing called reynuds.. your freezing internally as well as externally and we have no way to stop it only tolerate it so if ya know ya know... oh one thing that sounds amazing is to burrito up with multiple blankets, comforters and fuzzy socks binging one of the shows that have been calling you to watch it, while sipping on a warm drink...... *painfully cackling*

@impala-dreamer @luci-in-trenchcoats @holylulusworld @jobean12-blog @cherienymphe @because-imma-lady-assface