#altruistic story

[darklcy]

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𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 : 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧 / 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐤𝐢 𝐧𝐨 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐧 | 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 / 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 / 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 | 𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 ▴ 𝐀 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧/𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐤𝐢 𝐧𝐨 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞.𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨��, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑 | 𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─ 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 ─

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞. '𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧'

─ 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐫𝐜 ─

𝟏. '𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐤' 𝟐. '𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲' 𝟑. '𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲' 𝟒. '𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝' 𝟓. '𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫' 𝟔. '𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲' 𝟕. '𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧'

─ 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐜 ─

𝟖. '𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞' 𝟗. '𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚' 𝟏𝟎. '𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟' 𝟏𝟏. '𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭' 𝟏𝟐. '𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧' 𝟏𝟑. '𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭' 𝟏𝟒. '𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬' 𝟏𝟓. '𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨'

─ 𝟓𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐜 ─

[iridiss]

hello it’s 3 in the morning as I type this but. one of the reasons why aphmau is meant to be the protagonist of MCD/Mystreet/so on and so forth is because literally none of this would happen without her. and that’s a core tenant of her character!! She finds people, she pulls them to her from wherever they are in the universe, they are naturally magnetized to her. She brings them into her life, again and again, and resolves their problems, again and again. She’s like the universe’s little handyman. She is a people magnet, on a cosmic level. She collects people. in a friendship way. And it doesn’t even matter how far away you are from her, she pulls people to her from far and wide, even across dimensions and universes!! Across continents and different towns !! She just… brings people to her! Universally! It’s a whole entire thing!

She discovers more and more new people, and every time she provides exactly the solution they needed to fix their problems. She fixes their problems. And that’s literally how the story of MCD and Mystreet even happens. The entirety of diaries wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for her, BECAUSE of her magnetism. Because of her active altruism.

She then provides a home for each of these people, resolving their issues and helping them out. She’s kind, she’s altruistic, she’s like…made to help people. Cosmically. she leaves the door open for anyone to come in and make themselves at home, she picks up strays everywhere she goes and gives them a better home. That’s literally how she becomes a mother, she collects children like stray cats because she never stops finding people and pulling them into the light. Pushing them to their fullest potential. Making them feel loved. She just has so much love to give that she pulls the whole entire world into her heart

And it even has in-universe reasoning to back it up, with her being the reincarnation of Irene!!! Because Irene literally did the same thing, that’s what an Irene is SUPPOSED to DO. She pulls the whole world to her doorstep and finds every single problem there is to fix and she fixes it! Because that’s her purpose! That’s her divine purpose! That’s her job! To help everyone! Her people magnetism is literally a crucial aspect of being an Irene !!

And I think MID’s Ava has it too, because of that. She’s likely the next reincarnation in line after the many Aphmaus, she’s the next Irene, so she inherited that crucial and fundamental part of being an Irene. Only difference is, Ava does not actually want this. She hates it, actually. She keeps magnetizing people to her, she magnetizes friends- she LITERALLY has a universal pull strong enough that beings from alternate dimensions or planets or whatever the fuck it was are sent to Earth and meet her. Billions of people on the planet, and the Daemos boys go to her. Of all people. Because they’re pulled into her, the same way Aphmau’s gang was. The same way Laurance and Katelyn and Dante and Travis and Aaron were. Ava has the same damn “ability,” but this time she’s spiteful about it because she just wants everyone to leave her alone and honey it is NOT working. The universe is so determined to give her a friend that it literally drops five dogs into her apartment and tells her to Fix. and she does not want to. but destiny calls, and she does it anyway, because she’s an Irene, and that’s what Irenes do. do you see my vision

[cyber-harpie]

I am well on my way to having read Every Single Prey Fanwork posted to Ao3

[tea-cat-arts]

People on this website will be like "you can't handle the moral nuance of Madoka Magica! Not everything is black and white" and then claim everyone criticizing Homura's actions thinks she's a terrible person in the same sentence

[nicollekidman]

people have too high an opinion of greta gerwig and are setting themselves up tbh

[maraune]

Genuinely, how are the Alastor takes from the finale SO. BAD.???

media literacy is truly dead y'all

[storiesofmyhead]

Hazbin Hotel Personalized Stories!

1000 word stories are $2

5000 word stories are $5

10,000 word stories are $10

[dickheadcanons]

No deep thoughts, just all the shitty takes on Twitter about how Dick Robin “doesn’t fit the vibe” and is too “silly and campy” to be Battinson’s universe

Like beside the way that basically every dark story now a days is centered around a little kid…what the fuck do you think Batman started as if not camp???????

[coochiequeens]

"You’d just be carrying it for nine months," they countered. "You wouldn’t really have to do anything." Something only an entitled man would say.

Why I Refused To Serve As A Surrogate For My Best Friend And His Partner

My uterus isn’t for rent at any price.

By Tracey Folly — Written on Aug 11, 2023

I am child-free by choice. There is nothing about carrying and raising a child that appeals to me.

So when my best friend and his partner approached me to ask whether I would serve as a surrogate for their baby, the answer was clear.

"No," I said. "Thank you for thinking of me, but I can’t carry your baby for you. Good luck finding someone else, though."

My friend and his partner were flabbergasted.

Sure, they understood I didn’t want kids of my own, but this wouldn’t be a kid of my own. They had been certain I’d agree to help them but they were wrong.

"You’d just be carrying it for nine months," they countered. "You wouldn’t really have to do anything. Besides, we’re willing to pay you."

I wouldn’t really have to do anything? It felt like they didn't understand a thing about what a person’s body goes through during pregnancy and childbirth. As far as offering me money, that was the least they could do, but it wasn’t enough.

My uterus isn’t for rent at any price.

I knew that my friend and his partner would have made great parents, but I was not comfortable with the idea of carrying their baby for them.

It was more than just not wanting to put my body through nine months of pregnancy. It was also about not wanting to be responsible for a child I’d then have to give up. 

You can’t tell me carrying a baby in my uterus doesn’t make me responsible for it.

No, thank you. Not a chance.

I can’t help but feel like, however much I loved my friend and his partner, it wouldn’t have been fair to them or the child if I acted as their surrogate. It simply wasn’t something I was willing to do, and willingness to serve as someone’s surrogate is certainly one of the most important prerequisites to doing it.

No one should ever feel obligated or pressured into serving as someone else’s surrogate; if they don’t want to do so, their wishes must be respected without question.

We all have our own opinions on surrogacy but no opinion is greater than another person’s bodily autonomy. Our friendship ended for reasons unrelated to their request to use my body as a baby factory, but the fact that our friendship did indeed end just goes to prove I made the right decision.

So despite all of the heartache, I stand firm in my decision. My body, my choice, in every sense of the phrase.

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

so the silent hill 2 discourse is a little infuriating to me as someone who has seen the long term affects of taking care of someone with a terminal illness. It isn’t always pretty. I’ll be honest I had no sympathy for James when I played the original game at 14 years old. Hell, I was initially befuddled they made James good looking. Cut to now, after having seen the slow, painful effects of a shitty disease first hand, I see James in a whole new light. Doesn’t mean I condone him, but some people really think understand = condone, and I find that god awfully frustrating.

[darklcy]

𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 : 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 | 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐤

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : armin arlert x reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2k words 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: slow burn, takes place in season 1, parental issues, grief, insinuations of anxiety, bad language, reader has a bit of a struggle being social. 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: enlistment ceremony begins. new environment, new lessons, new people. the questions remains of who you'll get along with. 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

The sun rained nicely.

 Though summer was ending, the heat was as radiant as ever, breaking sweat on the pores of foreheads and underarms. Tension so stiff you could snap with too large of a breath...the vast field of dirt did nothing to console the panic levels rising within the many bodies here.

Fresh cotton firm and pressed to your body, a lightly tanned jacket embellished with two swords crossed on the chest pocket and amongst your shoulder blades. In rows of thirteen, you stood at row three, and in plain eyesight the exact amount of recruits couldn’t be exactly placed. Just over two hundred was where you safely guessed. 

Heavy, steel footsteps cracking the earth beneath him interrupted the stillness.

It began with a speech.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

“We now begin the enlistment ceremony for the 104th Trainee Corps!”

Broad, six foot four stature. Rows of crows feet beside the temples. A bald scalp.

“I am Keith Shadis, and I had the misfortune to be assigned to train you bastards, and I’m not here to welcome you at all.”

Quite the face to be greeted with. 

“Right now, you’re mere cattle, fit for nothing but Titan food! No, less than cattle!

In three years time, we’ll take you worthless pieces of crap and train you till you break. Give you what it means to go out and fight.”

His voice could shatter glass, and the vessels in your ear drums. Marching up and down the rough soil, his golden eyes were what terrified you the most. The shadows of his displeasure almost hid his stare completely, but just when contact was made, he honed you down like a hawk.

“In three years, when you stand before a Titan, will you still be food? Or will you be a noble wall, shielding the King? Or perhaps, one of humanity’s glorious soldiers that slays Titans?

You will decide.”

The opportunity to take in your fellow peers spread out in peripheral glances, not wanting to suggest any hint of movement. The soldiers on both sides were the only ones taken in full detail. 

In the midst of observation, a shadow blocks the glaring sunlight. You swallow down a gasp.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR NAME?!"

The boy on your left was the target. A flash of blonde hair moves as a salute births from his left arm. 

“A-Armin Arlert from Shiganshina, sir!”

A sharp inhale gets stuck in your nose. Whether the hometown mentioned stirred Keith Shadis or not, it was impossible to tell. 

..His face pops up again.

“Is that so? That name sounds fit for a pathetic bastard. Your parents name you that, punk?!”

Droplets of saliva shot out from the man’s hoarse yells and onto the boy’s face. 

"My grandfather, sir!"

Shadis dares in closer. 

“Why the fuck are you here, Arlert?!”

His response barrels out without a breath of pause.

“To contribute to humanity’s victory, sir!”

Armin Arlert shielded himself with eyelids tightly clenched, the power of his proclamation bringing his knees to tremble. Shadis is unmoving, but then he nods.

“How admirable. You will make first class Titan fodder. Row three: about face!”

The jolt of relief makes you breathe again. One more step and it would’ve been your turn. 

The boy’s blown out eyes whirl your way for a second as Shadis forcibly turns him around. The air stiffened when the instructor moved past. 

Now facing the opposite direction, you were able to examine the rows of fresh faces. Shadis's rite of passage from hell continued with a boy named Thomas Wagner, who became the chosen victim of the new column. Armin Arlert stirred beside you. Through the corner of your eye you noticed a sort of relaxation fall over his face, a bead of sweat trailing down his temple. He seemed as fragile on the inside as he appeared on the outside.

His hometown rings a bell. 

For an event so tragic, he appeared delicately. No physical stress signs, or tiresome eye circles. His form was clean cut and professional, despite the obvious fear in his posture. His motive was strong, too. A heroic service to honor at such an age.

He must've noticed you peeking at him for he suddenly glanced over to meet your gaze. His large, blue irises caught yours for a brief moment before you quickly faced front. You could feel his stare linger on your form until he too returned his focus to the front.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

It seems everyone else was on edge, too. The intense aura radiating off Keith Shadis’s skin drove a boy to salute incorrectly, a headbutt to the forehead of an uptight cadet, and a girl breaking position to eat a simple potato. 

Such strange behavior from so many future soldiers. The question of friendship pondered in your brain; which faces you’d get along with, and the ones you wouldn’t. Three years is a long time to spend with so many individuals.

“Hello there! I’m Marco Bodt, nice to meet you!”

A sudden voice interrupts the thought. 

Raising your chin, you meet the eyes of a towering, dark haired boy with freckles dotting his cheeks. He smiles. 

Marco Bodt… 

“I’m Marco Bodt from Jinae in Wall Rose’s Southern District, sir! I plan to join the Military Police Brigade and offer myself to the King!”

He was the one standing beside the cadet who suffered a brutal headbutt. Jean Kirschtein, if you recall.

“Oh, hi.”

Marco’s grin stretched at the response. The mess hall was a quaint cabin with plenty of tables to support the amount of recruits, and yet the bench you found home at didn’t accompany anyone else. Laying atop the wood was a plate of stale bread and unfinished vegetable stew, spoon in hand with a bite. 

Following induction was the hours of dinnertime and unpacking, selecting bunks in the dormitories and changing into comfortable wear. The bunk chosen for you was the bed closest to the ladder, but what confused you was the empty mattress on your left. No sign of anyone’s belongings or note of claim. Not that it was a problem...Extra space is easy to make due with.

“What’s your name?”

You glance from his outstretched hand up to his awaiting expression. 

“..[Y/N].”

The size difference of both your hands is comical, his much larger palm encasing yours. His mouth parts to speak again-

“How big was the Colossal Titan?”

“I heard it could step over the walls!”

“That’s what my family said!”

A blazing uproar from the center of the room drowns out the other conversations. Both you and Marco peer over to spectate the growing crowd circling a particular table, a boy named Eren Jaeger seated at the head. Another survivor from the Shiganshina District, remarkably noted. 

The crouching boy beside him spouted questions left and right involving the invasion. The topic of discussion must’ve spiked curiosity all around, including Marco, who made a noise of surprise before trotting over to join the crowd. 

The skin between your eyebrows pulled together. A familiar itch in your hands drove your fingers to pick at the cuticles of your nails. Any mention of Shingashina, and the noise drowns out in a blur…

CLANG

The room abruptly hushed when Eren’s spoon dropped from his fingers. He cupped his mouth as he gulped, chin dropping to face the table. The boy crouching beside him tensed, exchanging looks with equally uncomfortable cadets. A sigh came from Marco.

“..We should knock it off. I’m sure we’re bringing up memories he doesn’t want to remember.”

The same crouching boy leaned forward.

“I’m so sorry, we didn’t mean to-,”

“You’re wrong.”

Eren broke out of his trance with a yell. The loaf of bread in his hand smashed inwards from his tight grip.

“Titans aren’t actually as bad as they say. We’ll be equipped and trained with the 3D Maneuvering Gear soon, and when that happens, Titans will be absolutely nothing.”

It was unclear if Eren had hit his skull too hard before dinner or if it was ignorance. “I’m finally able to train as a soldier…I just got caught up earlier. I’m going to join the Survey Corps, and kill every last fucking Titan there is in this world. I’ll slaughter them!”

Your eyelids squint. Ignorance.

Though his determination was inspiring. A roundabout reaction to such a traumatic experience, you thought. Whenever Jean Kirschtein counters his statement with a cocky remark, however, is ultimately the time you resume your meal, drowning out the chaos in your soup.

Marco doesn’t join you again, but he leaves you with something pleasant to dwell on. 

He was…nice.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

“Hey, do you think Sasha will be back soon?”

The bunkmate above peeked over the edge to peer at you from underneath, black hair dangling. Lifting your head, you arched a brow.

“I’m sorry, who?”

“Sasha. You know, the potato girl?”

Ohh.

It’d almost completely slipped your mind, her treacherous punishment. It’d been about eight hours since introductions, surely Shadis spared her legs by now.

“It is a little late…”

“Right? That’s what I’m thinking, too. Should we go check on her?”

Just as you were about to answer the door to the cabin flung open. Stumbling inside was a short blonde and a taller brunette, carrying a passed out girl on her back. The blonde clutched onto a canteen of water as she searched the room.

“Does anyone know where Sasha’s bunk is?”

Her sweet voice silenced idle chatter. The dangling bunkmate sat up to point at the vacant space beside you, spurring a tilt of confusion.

“Right here, Christa!”

..It’s not an extra? 

Like a mother tucking in a child, Christa dotingly fluffed up Sasha’s pillow and covered every square inch of her body with the blanket. Her boots and jacket were removed and folded off at the foot of the mattress, and beside her head slept the water canteen.

“I’ll leave this water here for her… She must be so tired.”

With that she politely excused herself before heading off to her own bunk, the taller brunette trailing behind. 

A groan and whine hummed from her throat. She twitched in her slumber similar to how a dog dreams, legs barely kicking and small noises like yelps coming with it. The girl above dangled over the side once more.

“Seems like she really outdid herself, huh.”

Not looking away, you nodded.

“..I guess she won’t be eating any more potatoes.”

The girl laughed.

“You’re funny. What’s your name?”

Her upside down stare met yours. 

“[Y/N]. Yours..?”

“I’m Mina. Mina Karolina, to be exact.”

Her wide, toothy grin rounded the corners of your mouth up. 

“..You know, leaning over like that is dangerous. You could fall.”

A blanket of black hair swished as she shook her head. 

“If I can’t handle this, then how could I ever handle the 3D-Whoa!”

A yelp whooshed from her as her body tipped over and fell hard on the wooden floor below. The weight of gravity stunned her for a few agonizing seconds, groans of pain the only indication she survived. Your head poked over the edge. 

Her pale cheeks flush fuschia. 

“I didn’t think I would actually fall…”

You scoff through your nose. Descending down the ladder, you carry her back on her feet with the pull of your hand. 

“Are you okay?”

She cradled the crown with a shaky hand, blinking a couple times to knock off the dizziness.

“..Great.”

You allowed her the pass to go up first, making sure she didn’t lose to gravity again. Curfew set in stone pretty quickly afterwards, any candlelight keeping the room alive blowing off into smoke, welcoming the moon’s seductive glow. 

You find yourself turning towards Sasha again, watching her dream in bliss. It was a bit strange to share a bed like this, almost intimate in a way. Something especially reserved only for family and friendships. Was it unusual to long for a relationship like that..?

When sleep finds you, the question is open ended.

[vamptastic]

truly dgaf about traumadumping i do sometimes experience empathy (like, in the crying over a sad story form) but it probably won't go off unless you have an incredibly tragic story are visibly emoting and i already really like you. so it doesn't really stress me out. people talk about fucked up things in cavalier and humorous ways it's how we deal with things. i am not really emotionally phased by discussing most fucked up or personal things in my own life expect for one or two topics that will make me immediately break down, so like who am i to judge. also learning things about people is fun.

[onewomancitadel]

I say this as someone who lurked in the trenches cross-sites since Volume 1. I know. people. are never. happy.

[death-rebirth-senshi]

Okay on to the positives of Bayo origins: Cereza wanting to become a witch specifically with the goal of breaking her mom out of witch jail was cute.

[navree]

if james gunn is reintroducing a new dc movie universe with a batman that's had a few robins under his belt and is taking on a new one then this upcoming batman and robin should have been about miss stephanie brown, in this essay i will-

[compassionmattersmost]

The Gentle Path: A Bedtime Story for Children with ME/CFS

In a small village nestled between quiet hills and flowing rivers, there lived a kind, gentle teacher named Sage. Everyone in the village loved Sage because he carried a peaceful presence, like a calm breeze on a warm day. People often came to him for guidance, and he always had time to sit with them, no matter how small or big their worries were. One day, a group of children gathered by the…