#challenges we face in life

[lizzybeeee]

When you spend 20 years attempting to bring down the child slavery, murdering, human trafficking exploitation ring that stole your childhood, murdered your friends, and killed countless innocents only to have them rebrand as 'Noble Freedom Fighters™' off-screen.

[theseasonofnow]

Challenges In Life

In our path of life, we seek ease, A gentle breeze to carry us with grace, But challenges arrive, like storms that seize, And push us into paths we can’t embrace. Oh, how we wish for roads without a thorn, Where petals line the way, without a care, Yet struggles come, like shadows that are born, To teach us how to rise, to learn, to dare. In moments when the world feels like a weight, When…

[jellydragons]

been watching a lot of hermitcraft recently and am happy to report that i am hopelessly endeared by these little goobers 💕 they’re like bugs to me

close ups under the cut!

gonna be real this was absolutely just me taking the opportunity to get my grubby lil mitts all up in their character designs lol i heart interpreting mc skins

[coconut530]

Bump in the Night & Nevertober Day 23: Restless Spirits & Devil/Angel

[wonder-worker]

"It is too easy to dismiss [Leonor of Navarre] as an overambitious schemer who would do anything to obtain a crown, shedding the blood of her own siblings and her subjects in order to attain the throne. However, a deeper investigation of her long lieutenancy and ephemeral reign shows a woman who fought tenaciously to preserve her place but also worked tirelessly to administer a realm which was crippled by internal conflict and the center of the political schemes of France, Aragon, and Castile. She tried to broker peace, fight off those who opposed her, repair the wounds caused by conflict, protect the sovereignty of the realm, and keep the wheels of governance turning. Leonor was not always successful in achieving all of these aims but given the background of conflict and the lack of cooperation she received from all of her family members, bar her loyal husband, it is a huge achievement that she survived to wear the crown at all. Many writers have argued that Leonor deserved the troubled lieutenancy, personal tragedies, an ephemeral reign, and a blackened reputation, basing their assumption that she committed a crime that cannot be [conclusively] proven. However, a more fitting description of her would be that of a resolute ruler who successfully overcame a multitude of challenges in order to survive in a difficult political landscape and gain a hard-fought throne.”

— Elena Woodacre, "Leonor of Navarre: The Price of Ambition", Queenship, Gender and Reputation in the Medieval and Early Modern West, 1060-1600 (Edited by Zita Eva Rohr and Lisa Benz)

[gwinverarrouz]

I've decided to try to do another monthly challenge! This time it’s “photo studies but I’m not allowed to use the eyedropper tool to pick the colours” which I came up with because backgrounds and colours are still intimidating and I would like them not to be so much. X)

Figured I would go with landscapes for the first batch, and probably building or interiors for the second, and then maybe portraits? We’ll see!

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

(1 hour each, references from pexels.com, putting some comparisons under the readmore if you want to see how well I did with the colour matching) 

:>

[villainsidestep]

living up to the villain sidestep name (thinking of a Third puppet)

[veloriium]

i think owning a waffle maker would save me

[truly-quirkless]

Twenty Day Challenge - Day Nine

Type: Fluff Piece Timeline: Free-Floating Location: Fin's Apartment

Fin hummed as the song played through their earbuds, drowning out all else. Rain pattered outside, but they couldn't hear it. All they could hear was the echoing voice of the singer. They were laid out on the floor- head tilted slightly to look at Prism. They could only imagine cat ears atop their own head, perked as far as they could be while they reached out to offer Prism a hand.

"So cute..." They murmured. Prism sniffed their fingers for a few moments- before slowly pushing her head forward, allowing them to pet her. They couldn't resist a soft smile at the tabby's behavior. Fin couldn't even hear their own voice- they could barely feel the echo in their throat under the thrumming of the beat. But- that was how they liked it. Incapable of hearing anything but that which they chose....

They sat upright when their phone suddenly went off- a small 'A TEXT MESSAGE IS HERE!' erupting in their ears.

[Tree Man 🌲] [Do you want me to pick up anything for dinner?]

They went pale. Fin jumped to their feet, phone forgotten as they dashed to the kitchen- only to discover the bubbling pan of black sludge (how had it become sludge?!) on the stove. It wasn't belching black fumes- how was anyone's guess- but it was definitely not a steaming pot of soup. They flinched.

[Self] [Uh...yeah. ≧ ﹏ ≦]

They sent it off, before turning off the unit. What the hell were they supposed to do with this...?! They pulled the pan off of the unit. Fin winced as the metal smacked against the countertop. Some of the 'soup' (could it even be called that) bounced and jiggled with the movement- but more in a manner resembling pudding than actual soup.

[Tree Man 🌲] [....did you burn something again?]

Now that... Fin didn't want to answer. But they'd already given it away in how they texted, so what was the point?

[Self] [....yes. I was going to make you some soup for when you got here....]

They took a photo of the mess and sent it.

[Self] [....but uh....I'd rather not feed you literal poison. ＞︿＜I was gonna make it,...n' I spaced...]

[Tree Man 🌲] [Don't worry about it. However, I think that pan's done for...how do you feel about the vending machine outside your apartment building?]

Fin nearly sank to the floor. They exhaled, a sheepish smile on their face even as they fired off one final text- before moving to try to deal with the toxic disaster they'd accidentally created.

[Self] [I'd love that...just let me know when you're here. Dinner's on me, pretty man.]

Maybe it could be used in interrogations of villains....the thought made them chuckle silently.

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"...yeesh..." He'd be lying if he said that pan didn't look...questionable. He'd already bought a small container of milk chocolate as a surprise for Fin, and had been wondering about taking them to dinner at some point later that week...but the pot of what may have once been food accelerated those plans.

He made his way through the crowds, easily heading for Fin's place. He had the route between his apartment and their's memorized, each step sliding by almost unnoticed. His eyes flicked over the vending machine as he passed it by- one in a long row of them, each with differing options. Yagi exhaled as he took to the stairs- climbing five long floors before finally arriving at Fin's.

He stepped up to the door- ready to rap his knuckles against the wood when the door suddenly opened. He blinked- looking down at the disheveled mess below him.

"....you look like shit, Fin." It was a valid statement- one that had Fin chuckling as they shrugged their shoulders. There were bits and pieces of black gunk on their shirt, and their hair was far more wild than while they were at work- their clothes were dotted with water spots, and they held the offending pan- now somewhat emptied of black sludge- in one hand.

Yeah, they looked pretty bad.

"I noticed, love." They waved their free hand. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna try t' hug ya or anythin', not lookin' like this." They pulled away from the door, allowing Yagi to step inside. "I'll put on a change of clothes...I don't think th' pan's salvageable, so I was aboutta go chuck it in the community trash."

"...why were you trying to make soup in a pan, to begin with?..." Yagi could tell he'd hit something when Fin went stock-still for a few moments, before glancing down to the destroyed kitchen utensil. "...nevermind." He reached- easily managing to snag the pan from Fin's hands. The inside was full of a charred mass- which seemed to have adhered itself to the metallic surface. There were noticeable scrapes along the edges of the pan (presumably, from Fin trying to use a sponge on a nonstick surface).

"...maybe...let me help next time, Hazelnut." He felt sorry for the pan. "How often did you use this pan?..."

"Uh...this was one of my first tries at it, actually." Oh God. He glanced down to the pan, then to his small soulmate.

Note to self: keep an eye on them if they ever tried to cook at his place. Otherwise, he might have to replace what little cookware he owned...!

Though, it might be fun to teach them how to cook without obliterating any unfortunate pan or pot they came across... He wondered for a brief moment if their real Quirk was the destruction of kitchen supplies.

"I'll...go get changed." They pointed towards their closet, before quietly scampering towards it and kidnapping a few clothes...and then moving to hide in the bathroom. Yagi sighed, shaking his head.

While the thought that Fin wanted to surprise him warmed his heart...

He really didn't feel like being poisoned, today.

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

finally getting paid by centrelink on halloween..... so as a late birthday gift, I bought myself bullshit jobs by david graeber like I've been meaning to for months..... or really the last year.... to quell the utter bitterness and numbness i felt all through my cadetship last year; and also during my job searching since late march this year.

like is my job or having a job actually worth anything???? am I ever gonna find anything I'm truly passionate about and interested in, to make into a career at all??? is every single fucking job that I apply for a fucking useless soul-sucking role with no real purpose??? why did the putdown in that cadetship job that "you're just back office admin staff, aren't you???? you're useless. where is my housing worker and what use are you telling me that I can't reach them????" hurt so fucking much as if I just wasn't supposed to be there???? (besides the point that that was how my boss basically and the rest of the team really treated me anyway.... which fucking sucked).... just I fucking hate working. and this book is good so far.

[cultivating-wildflowers]

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[milo-is-rambling]

I am so high I love you dabs I love you big bong rips I love you huge heavy bong I love you only having 20 dollars to my name and no plans but getting high and ignoring it I love you oh no I’m thinking about it

[vancilart]

patched up and good to go

[mosabsdr]

🚨 We Need Your Kindness to Survive 🚨

Hello, My name is Mosab, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.

The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.

We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.

Our Current Situation:

💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income.

📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive.

😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.

How You Can Help:

I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $10 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.

Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.

What This Means to Us:

Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.

Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.

With all our gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

[adambinali]

Help Mohamad reunite his family and clear his debt

I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.

Living abroad, Mohamad has recently endured unimaginable loss and financial strain. Amidst the ongoing conflict in his homeland, his mother passed away, leaving behind his sister and her five young children—the last remaining members of his immediate family.

As the situation worsened, Mohamad managed to help his sister and her children escape to safety in Egypt, covering their immediate needs and securing a temporary refuge for them. Since then, he has been fully responsible for providing everything they need to survive during this transition.

In his efforts to support his family and cope with this devastating loss, Mohamad has found himself deeply in debt. To make matters even more difficult, he recently underwent knee surgery, which limits his ability to return to work for the foreseeable future. This has made it even harder for him to manage his financial responsibilities and the pressing need to provide his family with a stable future.

Mohamad is now working to bring his sister and her five children to join him in Belgium, where he hopes they can find stability and opportunity after all they’ve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.

For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges and provide a stable future for his family.

Your contribution will help Mohamad repay the debt incurred during this difficult time, cover ongoing living expenses for his family, and assist with the costs involved in bringing them safely to Belgium.

Mohamad has been a good friend of mine for years, and I’ve always admired his resilience and generosity. Any support, no matter the size, will make an incredible difference in helping Mohamad and his family rebuild their lives after these painful experiences.

Thank you for reading his story and considering helping a man who has always done everything he can for his loved ones.

Edit: 8/1/2025

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[ashraffamilynew]

Please help secure a future for an entire family - me, Ashraf, my wife Ghadeer, and our lovely innocent son Yamen 👶💙

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Please bring us back to life without war, destruction, genocide or killing because this is what fills our memories after we forget what a life full of hope is like ‼️

I'm Ashraf from the war-torn Gaza. I've lived an entire life under siege in Gaza, facing relentless military actions and life-threatening conditions daily. In October 2023, the conflict escalated drastically, devastating my newly built house, my neighborhood,my workplace, and jeopardizing the lives of my family.

My wife, Ghadeer @ghadeerarqan , and I live in Gaza with our baby son Yamen. My wife gave birth to Yamen during the war, and it is all he has ever known. Yamen has spent the tenth months of his young life without a stable home, surviving a genocide.

I mourn the loss of our safe haven, but more urgently, I need to secure a future for my family away from the constant threat of bombings that have become our grim reality.

Meet Yamane, our precious tenth-months-old. Who was born during this war, We aspire to provide him with opportunities that surpass our own experiences, fostering a future filled with joy and prosperity.

This campaign is a call to arms for all who believe in the transformative power of community support. By contributing, you're not just donating; you're actively shaping Yamane's world, ensuring his journey is filled with the promise and potential every child deserves. Join us in making a profound impact on his life

Yamen... he's only a baby. He doesn't understand the fear that grips us, the darkness that engulfs our lives. He just smiles, his eyes bright with innocent wonder, oblivious to the terror that surrounds him. He reaches for me with tiny hands, his laughter a fragile melody in this symphony of destruction. 💔

can we shield him from the reality of this war ⁉️can we keep him safe ⁉️

Your generosity is a beacon of hope for my family, especially for my little baby boy Yaman👶🩷, who deserves a future free from fear and filled with opportunity.

Thank you for standing with us during this incredibly challenging time. Your support means the world to us, 🌺🩷🌿🕊

But we still need your help to reach our goal. Please continue to share our campaign and consider contributing if you can. Together, we can create a brighter future for Yamane and all children affected by this conflict.

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