#dispair or hope

[geareduptom]

I have to head out and Idk when I'll be back online but I thought I'd give ya'll some sneaky peaks for what I'm currently working on

Some Ronpa and Friends fan art It's meant to be poster esc and I have way more to sketch out before I can start lining, but this is how it's going so far I hope it's interesting <3

[pieflavoredartz]

( CLICCKK FOR THE SWEEET QUALITYYY CHOO CHOO 🚂🚂)

kiraboss mini meals!! eat em up yall! ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ 🫂

[bonejunky6669]

GIDEON THINKS THAT HARROW ONLY LOVES THE BODY AND IS INCAPABLE OF LOVING HER AS WELL. BUT HARROW DID NOT FALL APART AT THE ABSENCE OF THE BODY. SHE STRAYED FAR FROM IT, SHE DID NOT FALTER WHEN THE GHOST DISAPPEARED. BUT SHE HAD TO BRING GIDEON TO CANAAN HOUSE WITH HER. SHE DESTROYED HERSELF COMPLETELY WHEN GIDEON WAS GONE. SHE WILLINGLY CARRIED GIDEONS WEIGHT ON HER BACK CONSTANTLY WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING WHY. GIDEON STOP BEING AN IDIOT AND JUST SEE WHATS IN FRONT OF YOU I AM GOING TO GO INSANE

[glumbat]

Friend: “So what are your plans for the rest of the day?”

Me *without thinking*: “Hopefully I get to see some dentist introduced violence”

Him:

Me:

Him:

Me: “It’s a wrestling thing.”

Him: “I figured but thanks for clarifying.”

[culmaer]

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[mandy-malady]

wish i could make sense of my job's pay schedule. never falls on the same day and there's been times where three weeks have passed between deposits. this past one was 18 days from the previous one and it'd be nice to know this shit because being late on my bills isn't fucking fun.

really hard to plan my budget when i never know when income is going to come in, if at all :T

[murdockthenerd]

Ooof man today was something- I can't help but wish I was different. Like this is gonna be a rant but man i don't like who I am or how I am, and I feel like I can't do anything about it. Like I'm just stuck as something less than what I could be- I wish I was different but for now, I'm just gonna settle for being alive

[sapphicmeow]

A Memory, A Hope

A year ends but yet begins as soon as its elder dies, turned to a memory.

A new year of hope, yet maybe filled with sorrows.

Some may lead an extraordinary year while others might find disaster.

But a hope of the new year grips us as old memory fade away new ones are made.

Time to live for today...

[dootles]

i cannot be brought to tears by this. i can’t afford to. not now

the miracle of being here

invitation, mary oliver// @arthoesunshine // when death comes, mary oliver//to be alive, gregory ott// the dead poets society(1989), quote: walden, henry david thoreau// joseph campbell// the aeneid, virgil// @babyangel-jpg // @rawjoy //sweet, charles bukowski// that it will never come again, emily dickinson// bjenny montero// ? // ? // moments, mary oliver// madness a bipolar life, marya hornbacher// wild geese, mary oliver// letters to a young poet, rainer maria rilke// on earth we're briefly gorgeous, ocean voung// @ashstfu // i thought on his desire for three days, linda gregg

[style-nyc]

At 31, I have very little patience. I suppose it’s due to frustration and disappointment with my progress in worldly life…. And probably spiritual life as well. I’m more obsessed with money than ever before, and have no patience for anything or anyone not looking to make it. I’ve stopped dating, and I’ve cut back on how much I hang out. Large in part due to my work situation which I hope gets better now that the strike is off.

My sister is going through it as well. The crunch of 30 is weighing on her heavy and she is doing everything she can to change it but is putting herself through great stress. I wonder who she will be after 30. I hope it’s a happier person.

[ladysharmaa]

My miracle

Anthony Bridgerton x reader

summary: Anthony’s wife is in labor and it’s not looking good

warnings: mentions of death

“Where is she?” the loud voice of Anthony was heard in the entire mansion. The door he opened slammed into the wall but he couldn’t care less as he saw some servants running his way to take off his coat. “Tell me where my wife is!”

“My apologies, my Lord.” the poor man trembled under the Lord’s menacingly glare, that were just a cover for the worry and fear that was running though his veins. “The Viscountess is in your chambers. The midwife and your mother are already present with her. Shall I inform your brothers to come and wait with you until the child is born?”

Anthony didn’t bother to respond. He quickly climbed the stairs, two steps at once, seeing with wide eyes as the maids ran to his room with towels in their hands. He doesn't even settle for knocking, immediatly opening the bedroom door. None of his mother's stories could have prepared him for the sight that lay ahead.

His darling wife was drenched in sweat, dressed in her nightdown. One hand was on her round belly protectively while the other was in his mother’s hands, who was whispering words of comfort. Her jaw was clenched in pain and it was only then that he noticed the midwife between the Viscountess legs. 

“You!” Y/n screamed accusingly, managing to point a finger at Anthony with hatred. “You did this to me! You will never ever put your hands on me again!”

“I-” Anthony was at loss of words. He knew that his wife was in pain, and looking like she was ready to kill, so he just nodded his head in agreement. He took slow hesitant steps towards the bed, hoping to comfort her without dying. “I’ll never touch you again, my love. How are you feeling?”

“How do you think I’m feeling? I’m pushing your child that inherited your big head out of my lady parts! So tell me, my dear husband, how am I feeling?”

“Like you are giving birth?”

“Anthony...” his mother whispered while shaking her head in dispair. “You should leave the room. Your brothers must be coming to keep you company. We shall call you when the child is born.” 

“I’m not leaving my wife.” was the only thing he said with firmity, holding Y/n’s hand and kissing her soft skin gently.

She turned to him, a change in her demeanor, eyes full of tears of terror. “I’m scared, Anthony. It hurts.”

“I know it hurts. It’s okay, love. You will be alright and then we will have our child with us.” he whispered. A feeling of guilt washed through him. How could he have made his wife suffer through childbirth? “You are the bravest person I know. So so much braver than me and everyone else. I’m so proud of you.”

"I can't do this. It hurts too much. Make it stop, Anthony, please." Y/n cried.

It was only then that Anthony saw the look in his mother. She was worried, exchanging looks with the midwife. And as much as the Viscount would like to also show his anguish, his first priority was to comfort Y/n. "It's going to be okay, my love. Just a little longer, you're being so strong."

But she no longer had the strength to respond. It was getting harder and harder to keep her eyes open and she just wanted to sleep to escape the pain. Between her legs, an increasingly larger pool of blood was forming. Anthony's eyes were wide and there was enormous pressure in his chest. It felt like I was running out of oxygen, and it only got worse when Y/n finally gave in to unconsciousness.

"What's happening?" he whispered, looking in alarm first at Violet. Afterwards, he turned to the midwife furiously. "What's wrong with her? Help her! Do something!"

"Anthony, you need to leave." Violet advised, trying to remain calm for everyone's sake. Anthony was becoming more and more desperate, tears falling from his eyes as he grabbed his wife's hand tighter and brought it to his lips.

"I'm not going anywhere!"

"Viscount Bridgerton, the baby is in pain. You won't want to see what I'm going to do. I promise I'll try to save both of them." the midwife said, taking a small knife and flying it over Y/n's stomach.

"If you need to choose, save my wife's life." Anthony begged, now more desperate as his mother called his brothers to take him out of the room.

"Anthony..."

"No, mother, you save my wife's life!" Benedict and Collin grabbed the man by the arms and began to carry him outside, despite Anthony's struggle. "You hear me! My wife is going to survive! Let me go! Mother, save Y/n!" he shouted before the door closed in his face. 

The last thing he saw was the woman making the cut on Y/n's stomach, who woke up with a jolt. She then let out a scream that would torment Anthony for the rest of his life.

With a cry of anger mixed with sadness, Anthony broke free from his brothers' grip and put his hands to his face. He didn't want to think about the possibility of losing the love of his life. He simply couldn't take it.

"Wow, Anthony, calm down." Collin whispered when Anthony, in a rage, threw a punch against the wall. "The Viscountess is a fighter. If anyone is capable of overcoming this, it's her."

"You don't tell me to calm down, Collin. Not when my wife is in that room fighting for her life over something I did." he cried, jaw shaking and eyes red that only showed the immense pain he was in. He sat on the floor, leaning his head back and looking at the ceiling. "I need her to live."

"And she will live, brother. I will bring a drink, and we will wait together for news." Benedict said, rushing to bring the alcohol when Y/n's screams became louder.

On one hand, each scream was like a stab in the heart of Anthony, who was increasingly pale and looked like he was going to vomit at any moment. On the other, it was the only way to know she was alive.

Moments passed. The Viscount didn't know if it had been seconds, minutes or hours. Things seemed to be getting mixed up in his mind. Nothing made sense, not when the love of his life was in the next room in pain and he was away from her. He had to protect her, it was his obligation as a husband. And he failed.

And then came the moment when Anthony's heart stopped. A baby's cry was heard, and he allowed himself to smile a little. He had a son or daughter. A mini version of his wife. And then he burst into tears when Y/n stopped screaming and everything became too silent.

It was uncontrollable. He cried without being able to stop, making it even difficult to breathe in. Anthony refused to believe that he would have to raise this child without Y/n. Without her affection, her kindness, her love. He didn't want to open his eyes and realize that all this wasn't a nightmare, but reality.

Benedict and Collin didn't know what to do. But one thing was certain, they would be there to help Anthony with whatever he needed and never let that child forget the wonderful mother he had. Then, Violet left the room holding a pile of blankets that held the baby.

"You have a daughter, Anthony."

He just cried more. His body was shaking and he couldn't even look at his mother and the baby. "Y/n... Is she...?" He took Violet's silence as a yes. "Oh god..."

"Enter the room, Anthony. She is waiting for you."

Anthony had never stood up so quickly in his life. He quickly opened the door, stopping momentarily when he saw the amount of blood on the sheets, but the most important thing was Y/n's half-open eyes. She was alive and looking around the room in confusion.

"Anthony? Where is my baby?" her voice was hoarse and extremely weak.

The man fell to his knees at the edge of her bed, and lowered his head to rest on her chest. A feeling of relief spread throughout his body when he felt the rising and falling movement of her chest, indicating that she was breathing and that it wasn't just his imagination.

"I love you so much." he cried, feeling her hands start stroking his hair. "I'm sorry. You were so brave and strong. I'm so proud of you, my love."

"Where is my baby?" Y/n didn't want to seem like she didn't appreciate Anthony's words because that was a lie. He was the most important person in her life. But at that moment, Y/n just wanted to know where her baby was.

"She's right here, dear." Violet reassured with a smile, announcing her presence.

Very carefully, she passed the child into the arms of her son's wife, her smile widening as the little family was finally together again. The new parents had a gentle smile as they looked at their creation, a new love emerging for this fragile human being.

Anthony kissed Y/n's temple. "We have a daughter."

"She is beautiful."

"She takes after her mother." Anthony quickly said, never feeling so much love as he did in that moment. 

He was extremely proud of Y/n admiring her strength and courage. Now, he was going to protect his two girls until the end of his life. Nothing was more important than his family.

[namiswaves]

that was interesting

[barbie-necromancer]

Heads up, this has been impacting every aspect of my life since I was 6… months old.

According to my mother, I would pick up foods with my hands, and if I didn’t like it, It Would Not Go In My Mouth.

I am happy to report that eating disorder clinics ARE starting to take this more seriously, and I was actually surprised when I was able to finally find treatment after all these years (I was in my late 20s)

Do I still have ARFID? Yeah:). That’s probably never really going to go away, but at least now I was able to expand my palette from about 30 safe foods, to over 60 in like two months! It was so freeing to understand and get more comfortable with food on the whole.

I still struggle, I have thrown up still, but its with a lot less frequency and I am more willing to think twice about maybe putting something in my mouth I wouldn’t’ve before.

Its still seen as a boys disorder, since it often goes in hand with other “boy disorders”, like ADHD and Autism, and it can be harder for teens and adults to get treatment.

Basically… There’s a raising awareness in the medical industry about the condition, and bigger cities might have treatment.

Here’s a copy of the booklet I used, and still refer to, in treatment.

Im also more comfortable talking about ARFID with strangers, like no this is a legitimate thing added to the imperfect but still useful DSM-5 in 2013, some 20~ years after my birth.

I know for a FACT my parents would have sought treatment if it was available at the time, but it wasn’t. It’s here now.

It’s not perfect, but for the first time in my life, I can think about traveling and have slightly less anxiety over what I can eat.

autism allies (and even a substantial number of autistic people) when you tell them your autism-induced picky eating is not “picky eating” but is in fact an eating disorder that you can’t magically get over in the next 5 seconds:

[crossthread]

Man, there needs to be a wealth cap for people who are in any way involved in with the running of the government. Shit is getting way too fucking ridiculous at this point, and we're currently entering a very real dystopia generation like wtf.

[0ynes]

Obito, literally explains to Kakashi that he didn't start the war over him or Rin. That the reason why he despair, meaning losing hope in the world and starting a war, was the circumtances that forced Kakashi and Rin into a position where Kakashi had to kill her and Rin had to kll herself. He literally says "The shinobi system, the village, they created this circumstances. What caused me to dispair was this world."

Most Naruto fans conclusion 'till this day: "Omg he loved Rin so much he started a war for her!!"

Like are y'all stupid? It's literally spelled out.

The point of Obito's character is to represent someone who had goodness, hope and dreams in his heart, and the reality of how the world works literally crushes all of that. He can't handle the reality, so he tries to create a fake reality to deal with his pain and despair.

Adding the screencaps of chapter 629. Sorry I don't have the official translation

[cillianmurphyfanatic]

Cillian Murphy as Jozef Gabčík in Anthropoid (2016) dir. Sean Ellis