#Thriving and surviving

[writer-on-the-run]

no i dont need any actual help this is an impulsive post :)

anyone know what to do when one wants to be buried six feet under but they've got a lot of stuff to do so they can't do that?? bc rn I just want a pizookie and a banana split fully loaded

[stephspencer10]

Poetry & Songs by Stephany Spencer-LeBaron: Bio Ballads in Verse for Better or Worse

Poems/songs I wrote: Bio Ballads in Verse for Better or Worse              Circa 1958: 11 of my parents’ ultimately 14 children(I’m age 12, middle row, 2nd to left) Bio Ballad in Verse for Better or Worseby Stephany Spencer-LeBaronI was born some time agoAway out in the sticksIn Mexico’s Rocky Mountain RangeIn 1946.Then raised in Mormon Fundy cultsWhere self-righteous hicksThink it sinfulWith…

[lunacelebrateslife]

You've outgrown the version of you that needed to survive. It's time to become the version of you that's here to thrive.

[so-bashful-and-filled-with-bees]

foolishsweep until i DIE. until i DIE

[illustromic]

Red Team Day 2 (catch me dramatizing regular interactions again lmao)

[spookysalem13]

I'm chronically ill. I'm disabled physically and mentally. I live a rough life from day to day. People always tell me how strong I am.

This may be with the best of intentions but in all honesty I'm not strong, I'm very weak from being broken down every single second of my life from my chronic illnesses.

I don't get to live my life, I'm surviving not thriving.

[classycookiexo]

[kenzie-ann27]

[cubbihue]

A question for the fairies! Why do y'all have legs if you float everywhere? Is it some kindof evolutionary leftover? Or to be more familiar to humans? (Btw I love your series/headcanons, and I love the designs of everyone!)

The reason they have legs is becau-

Oh! Yeah, sure, ok. Go ahead, Cosmo.

....

Well you heard it here folks!!!! Right from the source!!

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[morsmortish]

both of the rosier twins and regulus black belong in the victorian era, but barty could not ever exist anywhere but the 21st century

[triptychofvoids]

|     [i- dOn’’t liKe dIsz-]      |

|    [bLoOd feelz ITCHY]     |

|*unintelligible squeaking*|

|  🧀. [-plz haLP!.!!] (🐁)) |

|_______________________|

*the mouse is sporadically running around, tripping over itself, squeaking, and even clawing at the walls a little*

*They look a little green..*

glad to know youre still hanging in there anon.. although it has me wondering if the effects of the cheese are just slow acting or if its quantity based... i suppose itll be rather easy to find out, wont it?

[stephspencer10]

Poems & Songs by Stephany Spencer-LeBaron: Bio Ballads in Verse for Better or Worse

Poems/songs I wrote: Bio Ballads in Verse for Better or Worse              Circa 1958: 11 of my parents’ ultimately 14 children(I’m age 12, middle row, 2nd to left) Bio Ballad in Verse for Better or Worseby Stephany Spencer-LeBaronI was born some time agoAway out in the sticksIn Mexico’s Rocky Mountain RangeIn 1946.Then raised in Mormon Fundy cultsWhere self-righteous hicksThink it sinfulWith…

[turtleblogatlast]

Unironically think that each of the bros (+April) don’t actually get how impressive their feats really are so they just do what they do and on the off chance someone comments on those feats they all react like:

[houseswife]

listen I honestly think wilson really enjoyed that little arc where he was cooking every single one of house’s meals. I know he’s house’s main source of food anyway but usually just via ‘stolen’/bought lunch at work. I’m talking about when they lived together in season 2 and his ass made macadamia nut pancakes for breakfast on a WEEKDAY. and pot roast for dinner. so much effort and for what…because house was gobbling that shit up…? yes he complained about it every time but he also had an extra fork on hand when house came home to stuffed peppers. it feeds into his need to be needed complex. the intimate dependency of someone relying on you for sustenance. also why they used food as the metaphor for why house was craving his presence. this is what I mean when I say that wilson deserved a housewife era. house went stir crazy within like 12 seconds of doing all their chores because he requires Stimulation™️ but I’m completely convinced that it would act as enrichment for wilson. if I told him to go make me a sandwich he’d roll his eyes and then passive aggressively make a delicious one. actually that literally happened in son of a coma guy. case closed

[fireis-catching]

all will be well

[guhamun]

@caemthe said (inbox):

When he heard that the Ghost Hounds' base was affected during a TD outbreak, he didn't have to think it twice before discussing the matter with administration and then sending two vehicles full of food rations and medics to the location to tend to the injured. He obviously went as well. The Ghost Hounds had been a great aid to the Midnight Rangers, especially with the more frequent TD attacks. If not for them, perhaps there would be more families going to Knell Square to pay their respects. So, even though the mercenary group affiliation to Jinzhou is a temporary one, it's near impossible to not see them as part of the city, just like all other citizens. "You'll have to forgive me for the delay, I came as soon as I was informed of the situation," was the first thing the general said upon arriving. He looked around, glad that the crisis was under control now, but there still was much that needed to be done. "You look close to overclocking, please take a seat, so I can treat you."

THE SITUATION AT THE base was now firmly under control, although the groans of pain from the wounded still lingered all the same. TD outbreaks came out of nowhere, and despite how he and his people were well used to situations like this considering these were a norm where they came from, one could never completely prepare for them when they did transpire. ❝Status report,❞ he spoke to one of his medics, gaze cold and tone just as frigid, nevertheless the older man was not the least bit deterred by this. Rather, they made to pull bloodied gloves from their hands, tossing them in a nearby wastebin before speaking.

     ❝There were a few casualties, but the death count is rather low.❞

     ❝How many?❞

     ❝Ten.❞

     Ten was still too many in his opinion, even if ten was indeed a low number from a logistical standpoint. Still, how unfortunate it all was. He said nothing, eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed upon the agonized breathing of one of his Ghost Hounds. The medicine they were given hadn’t settled yet, granted that he knew eventually they would either pass out from the pain or because those pills were quickly working through their system. There weren’t enough medics to tend to everyone’s hurts, but no doubt word had reached the Jinzhou about the situation. For all he knew, they were already on their way here. Turning away, he had just stepped out of the medical ward when the approach of vehicles caught his full attention. He need but offer a single glance at them to know where they were from. Though he shouldn’t be surprised to see that assistance had arrived, at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel this all the same.

     Mercenaries were disposable bodies. This was a cold truth they all knew. If any of  them died out there on a battlefield, they’d just be another corpse for the vultures. As such, aid like this was…peculiar to him. Why waste resources on outsiders that were merely hired hands? That was a question he would have asked himself had he still been new to how things worked around here. However, after staying within Jinzhou for as long as he had, he had come to learn that the people were just…like…this.

     It made no sense, really.

     Jiyan, even more so.

     ❝Your arrival is appreciated. My medics are a bit overworked at the moment, so they would be glad for the offered help.❞ His gaze slid from the General to the trucks, watching as food and supplies were already being unloaded with a speed he found rather impressive. Jiyan’s voice tugged his attention back before it lingered elsewhere for too long, his expression unreadable as he met with that unwavering gaze before a small, quiet sigh managed to slip from him. This was wholly unnecessary considering he has been on the brink many a time, but he knew there was little point in attempting to shoo the other away when he knew they would only stand firmer. Thus, without another word, he made his way over to a crate, taking a seat as was asked of him.