#coming march 12

[memoriesofachicken]

This Cowboy Bebop reboot is looking outstanding!

[baeshijima]

and if i say smth....

AND IF I SAY SOMETHING— *gets shot*

[dairyfairyy]

Jonathan Cade was born at 11:22am on March 1, 1949, at the Tulsa Hospital. He was immediately rushed into the NICU due to large blood loss, leaving his mother and father left alone in the room. His mother, bleeding, his father, in complete shock, quickly taking note that the child looked nothing like him.

Johnathan Cade was first beat on his 6th birthday. Reaching for the box of cereal, he knocked over the glass of milk, immediately being met with his mother's palm and a smack on his left cheek. The tears left his eyes, spilling as the milk began to drip down the table. In that household, that was the last known full meal he had placed in front of him before the cold harshness from his father's hand holding the glass beer bottle silenced him for the remainder of his sixteen years.

Jonathan Cade watched Darry from where he lay on the couch with half closed eyes. Watched as he stepped out of his bedroom and got up at the crack of dawn. Watched as he stepped quietly around Two-Bit, spread out on the floor, and threw a blanket over Steve, whose leg was falling off the recliner. Listened to how the eldest brother's yawn was interrupted by the clicking of the stove and the bacon hitting the pan. Watching the brother who cared for the kids sprawled out in the living room who weren't even his own.

Jonathan Cade sat in Buck Merrill's spare room as Dallas Winston walked in, smothered in blood. Sat silently as he Dally cared to the wounds tucked under his shirt with whatever he could find under the sink. Watching from a distance, he saw the grimaces and hissing that came from the bathroom each time the cut came into contact with the alcohol dipped paper. Blood continued to drip from the cut on his forehead, still spilling as he cared for the other wounds, not wanting the help that lay across the room.

Johnny Cade, at age sixteen, lay on the white hospital bed on his return to Tulsa. The room white as the sheets he lay on, his burns feeling as hot as the fire that he had jumped into. Johnny Cade, unhappy with the way his life had started, was determined to make his life something worth living for, focusing on the newer wounds than the one that was already bleeding.

[singingbun]

Anime/mangalist: the hearts that break; the lessons it makes

All that I put here are more of a personal list; stories that speaks of life lessons to the heart. Stories that speak of learning from pain and all that life gives you. Stories that hurt but confront you; stories that break you and mend you. These are the stories I feel are still deserving of love, even after many years have past, just as some are relevant tales that's worth sharing nevertheless. All that I list are stories I think prove that stories can change your life; its just a matter of understanding its meaning. Some of these titles fall into the mature category, so do understand much of these titles have trigger warnings, so please research them properly before you jump straight in:

March comes in Like a Lion

LIFE (manga)

Fruits Basket

Ao no flag

12 Kingdoms

Vinland Saga

A Silent Voice

To Your Eternity

Mob Psycho 100

Your Lie in April

Kono oto tomare

Orange

Relife

Josee, the Tiger and the Fish

Anthem of the Heart

AnoHana: the Flower we saw that day

Wandering Son

Artiswitch

[sisterdivinium]

It had all been forbidden (it still was), meant to keep her on the right route — undistracted, unsullied, unspoiled. Such was the road to God.

Mother Superion had resented it many times without refusing it.

Yet now, in her little indiscretions, all was likewise new after being so long denied. Jillian’s every glance, every touch (however fleeting), every kiss, every common, banal thing gained in grace. It branded her, damned her.

And, somehow, much more than in her decades of abstinence, the novelty of Jillian Salvius seemed to elevate her closer and closer to God with every caress, mounting ecstasy.

[muffinrecord]

also. why is alina blocking my girl

what crimes did Kirika commit to be hidden like this

[nashmusicguide]

TPAC announces 45th Anniversary Broadway season featuring six Nashville premieres and two-week engagements of HAMILTON and Disney’s BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

A storybook season awaits as the nonprofit Tennessee Performing Arts Center® announces its 2025-26 HCA Healthcare/TriStar Health Broadway at TPAC season, presented in partnership with Nissan and Farm Bureau Health Plans, as part of its 45th Anniversary. The upcoming season features six Nashville premieres, plus the return of a classic fairy tale and the revolutionary re-telling of American…

[guinevereslancelot]

just wrapped the first christmas present of the year ❤️

[bitchybylershipper]

tell me why my mom complained about how late it was on the drive home from picking me up because my ride bailed on me and then proceeded to NOT GO TO BED when we actually got home.

[millionsknives]

[mitamicah]

Micahhhhhh 😭 you unearthed so many bojere and jere gems that I hadn't thought about for a while 😭 (thank you 💕💕💕)

The blessing in disguise that is me finally catching up on stuff :'D

It was my pleasure to brighten your day with some Bojere :'3 <33

[bobcross1010]

Guys World Link Tsukasa and Colfes Tsukasa are in the same fucking month. What the fuck do I do.

[sidras-tak]

Accessibility takes too goddamn fucking long.

My brother was paralyzed in October 2023. We got him home from the hospital (in Texas, when we live in Iowa) in a clunky old hospital chair. He hated it. He was scared and angry and in pain and his life had just changed forever and he couldn’t do anything for himself in that wheelchair. His first goal (aside from learning how to transfer) was to get a wheelchair. My family was lucky enough to afford one so we thought it would be easy enough. Nope.

We couldn’t buy him a wheelchair. He needed a prescription. For a wheelchair. A doctor had to examine him and declare him in need of a wheelchair. It wasn’t good enough that he had scans and tests showing tumors cutting off his spinal cord. He needed his primary care doctor to examine him during a physical and write a prescription. He was making 2-4 transfers a day, tops. He had no energy to get to a doctor. Home health was in and out every day. He had no time to get to a doctor. He didn’t get a prescription for almost a month. Then it had to go through insurance.

We asked if we could skip insurance and just buy a wheelchair for him. Nope. They wouldn’t sell us one, not even at full sticker price. It needed to be approved by Medicare. We ordered a wheelchair, a nice one, a good shade of green, sporty, small. It would let him move around the house. He would be able to cook, to reach drawers and get stuff from the fridge and brush his teeth and put his contacts in at a sink. We were told it would take awhile, maybe two months. Silently we all hoped he would be around to see two more months.

He went on hospice care on a Saturday in March. On Monday, I was calling his friends to come see him before he died. I got a call on his phone. It was the wheelchair company. They were about to order his wheelchair, she said, but there was an issue with insurance— had he stopped being covered by Medicare? Well, yes. When he started hospice care, he got kicked off Medicare. The very nice woman I talked to told me to call her if he resumed Medicare coverage so she could order his wheelchair. He died less than 12 hours later.

We ordered that chair for him in early December. Medicare didn’t approve the order until March. He was dead before they got around to it. He wanted that fucking wheelchair so badly. The only reason he had any semblance of independence and any quality of life for the last five months of his life was because the wheelchair company lent him an old beater chair, a very used model of the chair he ordered. If I could go back and change one thing about his end-of-life, I would get him his dream wheelchair. He told me again and again he couldn’t wait to get it, so that he could feel like a person again. He made the best of what he had with that old beater chair, but it still makes me mad to this day. He was paralyzed. He needed a chair that afforded him dignity. We had the money for it. And yet, we were left waiting for five months, for a chair that wouldn’t even get ordered until the day he died.

[serenity-cc]

The Birthstone Jewelry Collection by Serenity (5 items)

It's been a while since I released a jewelry set and as I already made a jewelry set inspired by the starsgins in the past, birthstones would be the perfect addition! This collection is simple but adds a lot of meaning to your sim's character. I hope you like it ❤️

The Birthstone Jewelry Collection consists of 5 items: anklets, bracelets, earrings, necklace and rings. All of them come in gold & silver + 12 different birthstones.

DOWNLOAD (Early access on my Patreon) Public release: March 10th at 19:00 UTC

🔗 Starsign Jewelry Collection

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[a-sleepy-ginger]

29/3/24

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Artms release!!

Grapes

Got a good start on my history assessment

Laughed with family

[idratherbebaking]

The number of upsets in this year's NCAA men's basketball tournament is giving me life