#everything after 17 was difficult but thank you God for this year

[moondrama]

Forgot that I'm turning 28 this month; I must watch Pride and Prejudice while I'm still 27 with no prospects and little money.

[gatitties]

Angst!

Headcanon or Scenario for Young!Whitebeard Crew and Old!Whitebeard Crew (separately)

if you can, something inspired by the manga Oyasumi Punpun, like YN with the personality and life of the protagonist

YN (fem) wants to run away with YN best friend to a distant island where they would never suffer again ( insert the sufferings) , but YN's friend ends up dying ( unfortunately couldn't stand the pressure of life itself) and YN is left alone until Whitebeard arrives on the island (I tried not to spoiler the manga, however sad as the manga is, I recommend it, so I wrote something very similar)ages vary between 13 and 14 years old in Young!Whiteboard crew and 17 and 18 in Old!Whitebeard crew, and they deal with YN's various traumas and her short-spoken personality

Whiteboard adopts YN with a lot of love and care, saving YN and giving a comfortable life full of love, being someone very special in the crew for her personality, however difficult, when YN feels at home, is a person who likes to be around and with the crew, however much she is a quiet person

YN suffers from her mental disorders that were not accompanied by a psychiatrist, dealing with them every day with difficulty -( depression and image dissociation for example)

And some images of the protagonist out of context

sorry if it got too depressed ( and very long), do it if you want!

─Young!Whitebeard Pirates & old!Whitebeard Pirates x fem!reader

─Summary: You are not going through your best moment in life but apparently there are people who fight for your well-being

─Warnings: mention of mental illnesses, suicide, self harm

this has taken so long, sorry about that but here it is! I heard about that manga, but I have many others on the list that I want to read 😩

─ Everything seemed to be going great in your life once all those situations experienced on your home island seemed to go away while you escaped from that hellish place.

─ Your family, neighbors, inhabitants in general had screwed you so much that you could have lost your mind at some point during the entire stay, thank God, your best friend accompanied you and supported you in every step you took.

─ They saved you from your own madness and kept you sane most of the time, you were both happy once you started from the bottom on another island, without resources, but with more will to live than ever.

─ Unfortunately, happiness is something ephemeral and you verified it once your friend passed away just a few weeks after experiencing all the previous misfortunes. This only made you fall deeper into your addle mind.

─ You lost all hope of life, you tried to end yourself on multiple occasions but you ended up giving up or something interrupted you, but today you decided to take the plunge, maybe your friend is waiting for you in the afterlife, maybe they misses you… you wanted to see them again and end all this.

Young!whitebeards crew

─An alarmed young crew almost contemplated your death, upset for you, relief for them, Marco saved you before your body fell off a cliff.

─ The fact that you looked just as young as them was Whitebeard's main reason for wanting you on board, he didn't care if you didn't know how to fight or even if you weren't able to fend for yourself, they were a family for something.

─ They had to deal with many of your injuries, they were all afraid to do or say something that could affect you in the slightest because thanks to your twisted mind, things could hurt you more than they thought.

─ They will walk with baby steps with you, they don't want to stress you if many of them try to help you with a problem or pressure you to express your feelings so openly.

─ Probably the least careful is Ace, he's still a young brat after all, but his nonchalance will change once he sees that you harm yourself just because of some bad thoughts you had.

─ Izo is the one who usually keeps you sane when you start to lose your temper and let the voices that haunt you inside your head get out of control, he will manage to calm them down somehow.

─ An inexperienced cook Thatch will try to communicate more with you thanks to the food and the excuse that he needs a helper, your calm personality is what he needs to focus on cooking without a noisy Ace that asks to be fed every hour.

Old!Whitebeard crew

─ Despite having more experience in some things, they didn't expect to see someone try to commit suicide in front of them, Ace was the one who was able to disarm you before you could finish everything.

─ They will be much more direct when facing your problems, Whitebeard can't just watch you fade little by little so he won't hesitate to confront you directly.

─ Marco will help you by controlling your medications, with a little more knowledge than his young him, he will know which pills he should use.

─ Izo will become a safe place to go to, from minute zero he went to you to know that if you were fighting against some pessimistic thoughts he could help you with that.

─ Thatch wants you to try all the new dishes he just perfected, he wants you to feel at home, so he will work twice as hard if you tell him your favorite dish.

─ In general, everyone knows when they should intervene when you are walking on the thin rope of sanity, despite having managed to calm you down and give you some hope, your head can always betray you from time to time.

─ They will not be as indecisive with their decisions towards you as they would have been in the past when they were young, they will take the step to get closer to you and break the walls that surround your damaged heart, they do not care about the past that you have lived, now you just have to live in the present with them.

[hisaribi]

<333 OMG THANK U FOR THE LONG RESPONSE ABT OMEGA JAY + EVEN MORE OF YOUR BETA DICK HCS 😭💞 they're really lovely, I really enjoy how you look at omegas? The protectiveness and how they'd be bigger moreso focusing on protection and stuff ! Cool ! Worldbuilding ! I love how you get these different types of packs (like Damian's!) etc etc

Reverse Robin's Dick is absolutely precious, I love him infinitely. His and Damian's dynamics are <333 just lovely since Damian has mellowed down and softened quite a bit :') <33

SORRY 😭 just being attacked by brain worms, thank u sm for the lengthy answer !!! Small question because rev robins is just so fun and I got like, extra WOAH-ED by it, are you killing off Tim here (Making him RH or some other Crime lord, much colder than what Jason is) or is it still Jason (Eternally doomed god help him 😭)

And ! It just made me imagine big brother Jason ! Even more protective of pups and betas, Dick is both ;-; (is he going to get smothered?)

AGAIN!!! THANK U !!! ur so cool <3

I'm really glad it brought you joy! No you're cool!

the context: beta dick grayson post, omega Jason ask

I love reverse robins as a way to explore dynamics that can still be the same even if everything is so so different, so yeah, and in omegaverse with Dick being the only beta in a pack that isn't used to it and yet somehow holding them together is just great!

but I have sort of difficult relationship with rr, because I have preferences about them, that I don't see a lot lol

one of them Batgirls (minus Steph, or no, idk), being the canon-age, so no, babs isn't youngest in this, she's older than Damian and they have a love-hate relationships that are more sibling-like, Cass is the third eldest, Duke is forth and so on, Staph probably still between Jason and Tim, but idk. Harper also has her canon age, because I said so, anyway, back to all that

another is that Tim joined because of Dick and his obsession with him caused by trauma and all that. So in Reverse Robins he won't be joining the family before Dick. I sorta like him joining during the battle for cowl, the same goes for Duke, actually, but for different reasons. So Tim would be over 17 (lol), and he steps in because Dick being Dick would try and hold a leash on a bunch of elder batfam people who try to become Batmans but they all suck so ye, Tim steps in to help Dick. I have this post about reverse robins where ages are reversed, but not the order of adoption, so something like that would still be good for our reverse robins omegaverse thingie we talk about. so again, we can go around that with B adopting Tim before any of that, but that's a different can of worms. Also I sorta prefer Tim being more on the Oracle side

Now for died and was revived and it was a shitshow (affectionate), I think it should be either Jason or Steph, but also Steph's story as Spoiler compiles me, so no, Tim won't be the Robin who died (they are also Shadows, not Robins, and nobody knew who really lived through all the vigilante thing, if anything and we make Duke join the first, him and Damian constantly changing does create a nice creature vibe, anyway), for me it's still Jason

I also do love the possible body dysphoria Jason would get, because he died on a pretty short side right before Dick appeared in the family (I put their age difference) more like what they have in pre-n52 canon, because I really dislike what they did with ages here, anyway, at least 7 years difference, so Jason died at 15, Dick got to the family right after that and B was grieving and gosh what a shitshow that would be, so back to Jason, he's suddenly really-tall, really buff, and clearly omega, and he comes back in like two years max with his whole Red Hood shtick, and he's like I've been replaced, and looks at a kid who's clearly ready to throw hands with him, who also went like I'm not Shadow, I'm Robin, screw you

And Jason, who was used that nobody, not even Damian, got to the field before they were fourteen, that was a strict rule on B's side (actually Damian was a menace since day one he appeared at Bruce's door at the age of ten, but that's not what you tell your youngest), and yet here's kid who probably didn't live even a decade (I hc that before 13 he was like on a shorter side, but then between 13 and 15 he almost reached his adult height, so he definitely looked younger), and Jason's like... Bruce, at first I wanted to make you suffer, but now I'm going to kill you, how DARE you endanger the kid, what dO YOU MEAN HE ISN'T ADOPTED AND YOU KEEP HIS AS A WARD?! so ye, tiny Dick being the wrench that broke all Jason's dramatic plans

Dick's also has a 1000 quota stare, because he went through grieving B, fought teeth and nails to have his own vigilante persona, and he's used to wrangle Bruce and Jean-Paul, as well as Duke and Damian, and Batgirls, the kid is unfazed by the last Shadow coming back to life and his bag of severed heads is like huh, anyway, moving on

also yes, Dick is going to be smoothered by everyone, he would like it, as long as aside from that time he's treated as equal and stop trying to carry me away I had everything under control. also like really not getting the whole pack stuff, but mimicking it well enough that there's a bet who he would grow up to be, and Damian and Cass look at each other like nope, not telling them

also idk where to put it, so out of mentioned here Tim is alpha, Duke is omega, Steph is omega (and is the fourth tallest of the batfam), Babs is alpha, Cass is alpha, Harper idk, she has alpha vibes, I don't remember actually if I contradict myself, so whatever

so ye, thank you for the ask and have a nice day!

[redisforhappy]

shigaraki x reader, part two.

For the month following Tomura Shigaraki's capture I was told absolutely nothing about the progress or decisions that the police and heroes were making. I really tried to stick my nose into their business, but they mistook my curiosity and care for kindness. They thought I was only offering a hand because it was my job, so they brushed me off with smiles and told me I didn't need to worry about it anymore.

"You've done a great job. Just rest," they would say. Something like that.

You'd be surprised at how much fucking money was unloaded into my bank account after I turned him in. It was life changing money. I went from being flat broke to a millionaire in such a short amount of time. Being a hero is a commission job; generally speaking I don't make too much for what I do, but turns out capturing the most dangerous villain in Japan gets you the big bucks. And the fame, too. I'd never had more people down my throat before which at the time was a blessing. Finally, after a year in Japan I was really making it big like I knew I was meant to be.

Still, I had university classes to attend and a part time waitressing job to work alongside my newfound celebrity life. I sort of felt like Hannah Montana.

Even though I tried to distract myself with new furniture for my house and nice things, I couldn't stop worrying about Tomura. He had himself wedged in my brain. More than anything, I was afraid he would tell them everything about us if prompted or angered. If he found out he wasn't going to be as safe in jail as I made it out to be, would he betray me like that? I betrayed him without a second thought.

But he went willingly. It did take a gun, but if Tomura wanted to fight he could have dusted me. Nobody understands how I successfully held him down until the police got there and I've refrained from trying to make up a story. The truth was that he slid further down onto the pavement and gestured for me to grab his wrists while I called the police, so it looked like he had been KO'd.

It was three months after his entrance that I received an email in my inbox from Tartarus, the prison that held him.

Hello heroes,

we are reaching out to anyone we see fit to attend a very important meeting regarding a plan we have in mind for Tomura Shigaraki. We have been working alongside the retired hero All Might. It will be held inside our building on June 17 at 4 PM.

Please, if you are available and interested, come see us. The pl-

I was so taken off guard by the short notice of the email that I didn't even bother to finish reading what they said, though I should have. I probably, really, should have. I had 3 days to prepare my mind and body for the meeting. On day 2, I grabbed coffee with Eraserhead. We knew each other from a mutual friend, but didn't talk much at all. He wanted to talk to me about Tomura, too. It ended up being a big "thank you" but it wasn't as sappy as people usually make it. He seemed genuinely relieved. Probably because his students were always a target.

"Are you gonna go to the meeting?" I asked. "Did you get that email?"

"God, no. Not my thing. You're actually interested?" It was kind of surprising how final his decision sounded. I couldn't understand how someone would really be that sure about not wanting to know. He's not curious at all?

"Uh, yeah." I took an awkward finishing sip of my coffee and was quickly on my way.

Being social makes me feel uneasy and I forget how to be myself. Luckily, Eraserhead of all people would understand that being that he's an underground hero. If I hadn't blown up out of nowhere I probably would have taken the same route since if you know what my quirk is, it's more difficult for me to use it strategically. Though it doesn't matter either way. It's not a combat-ready quirk, so I've had to make my physical body strong enough to beat a grown man up anyway.

The fated day came quicker than I wanted it to. Suddenly I was straightening my hair and fishing formal clothes from the deepest pits of my forsaken closet.

When I arrived at Tartarus, the moment I stepped foot inside the building I felt completely uncomfortable and sick to my stomach. Japan's worst went to bed there, walked the halls, brushed their teeth. Every surrounding surface was either a headache inducing white or a grey or brown. I searched for Tomura's face in every white jumpsuit that passed me, but of course he wouldn't be roaming the lobby and halls. He'd be excessively strapped to a chair with guns pointed to his head, which is exactly how I found him.

"Well, here he is. He can hear you through the glass," my escort told me. "I'll leave you to talk with him a bit then I'll come back and we can head to the office."

"Thank you, sir."

"Of course."

It was hard to face the blank stare he bore that which ripped into my skin and squeezed my heart. He obviously knew I was the every reason he was in this predicament instead of at home, in bed. I wondered if he felt less lonely knowing Kurogiri and All for One were held in that facility, or if he had any clue at all. His eyes were completely devoid of hope and feeling. The weight of his eyebags made him almost unrecognizable.

I couldn't find it in myself to speak to him and he didn't seem all too interested in speaking to me either, so we stared at each other through the glass wall until the time wasted itself away. A few times I opened my mouth to speak, to apologize, anything that could possibly make it feel less awkward, but I couldn't even gather the words. They just didn't feel right like they did when I rehearsed in my mirror. When I came up with what I'd say if I was to talk to him like that, I didn't exactly have the right picture of him in my mind. I completely underestimated how sad Tomura could look.

It was a blessing when my escort returned to bring me upstairs into the office. I was just beginning to wonder where everybody else was when my escort broke some depressing news.

"You are the only one who came," he mumbled with a hopeless look on his face as he knocked on the wooden door. "It's rare nowadays for a hero to care."

The words felt like ice on my warm skin. Once I'd absorbed what he meant by that, I began to wonder if I could argue that I was any different. Did I really go to advocate for Tomura, or was it to satisfy my own curiosity? I was sure of the real answer, even then in my selfish newborn hero mindset.

Inside the office was a long table of no one but me and a few people I didn't recognize as heroes, but police and detectives based on their outfits. They explained to me a plan that I hadn't exactly read far enough into the email to know about.

Unbeknownst to me, the rest of the letter read as follows:

the plan is to set in to place a rehabilitation system for Tomura Shigaraki that hopes to reintroduce Shigaraki to civilized society within the span of a few years, ideally. This would include anyone who is interested in attending this meeting. Your attendance means you agree to potentially taking in Tomura Shigaraki as your patient and roommate during this monitored progress. Rest assured, if this is something you're interested in, you will be 100% safe throughout this process.

Thank you. We hope to see you soon.

None of that was at all anything I was prepared for and suddenly I understood why nobody else was here. The rest of the people at the table looked at me expectantly once they finished describing the conditions. I believed I would be safe. I never really felt unsafe with Tomura regardless of whether he has his quirk or not (apparently, they took it from him?) but I was 19 years old and lived alone, attending University day to day. I had room but no time to take care of a human being, especially one that needed extensive mental attention and care.

But when I asked them what would happen to him if I said no, they told me they would probably have to put him to sleep. I couldn't let them kill Tomura, so I agreed. I returned to Tartarus to pick him up the very next day. I barely slept a wink. What if this isn't what he'd want?

[you-are-forever-special]

Uh oh! The power is out in your OC's place of residence. -Do they know what to do and who to call when this happens? Or do they let someone else handle that? -How many candles would they light in order to feel comfortable in the dark? -What do they do to pass the time? Are any of their hobbies applicable without power? -At what point do they start to get antsy? Would they get to a point of panic?

(⚡️ Thank you~!)

Taiga was sitting at her desk, ruminating on her list of things she should probably do, at least by tomorrow, responsibility-wise.

It wasn't too bad since she was staying on top of everything, as per usual...

Taiga took pride in what she did, after all.

But it was still good to try and remind herself to leave room for self-discipline.

Although, it proved to be difficult at times with how distracted-

...Oh wow, that was an extremely gorgeous butterfly!

Was that a Lamproptera meges!?

'Wait, no, my mind *must* be playing tricks on her.

They don't live in North America, ri-?

...

Oh my GOD. Stop.

Focus.

Please!'

Taiga got lost in thought once again, and as she blinked and realized she was just staring out the window for a long time, she realized that this wasn't going anywhere...

So.

Maybe a little break to just sit... and be... was needed.

"You deserve it, Taiga... Try not to beat yourself up. You know you get too hard yourself. Take a few breaths. You can't be one hundred percent all the time. Let yourself have this. It'll be alright."

Taiga did just that while she reminded herself of those affirmations as she decided to head to YouTube for now and pull up something funny.

That is, until a flash of lightning almost blinded her, even when her vision wasn't focused on the weather outside. And not long after, there came a monstrous, booming roar of thunder.

Taiga's eyes widened as her breath caught in her throat, and she tensed up...

Freezing on the spot, even though she wanted to somehow cover each of her ears at once, duck, cry out...

Anything.

She forgot about the severe thunderstorm warning that popped up on her computer's screen earlier. So it was too late to try and prepare for it.

Usually she could enjoy most storms, but Taiga didn't like being left unwillingly helpless and caught off guard in this way.

Apparently it was a form of Agoraphobia many didn't know about.

Well there went any semblance of calm she was previously feeling.

"Damn it..."

But, at least Taiga could relax a tiny bit, now that she at least knew what the source of that sudden loud noise was.

It was better knowing at times.

And as she was plunged into darkness, Taiga tried to think about how it was also a good thing she was already so used to living without the comfort of power in general for most her life.

Ever since she got out of the hellish experiences that came with being homeless...

Most newer technology especially was never really on her list of priorities.

She had never even had a phone until she was 17.

And Taiga had only been using her first computer for around 2 years now.

Though she made peace with it, and got in a good place to even think about getting a computer and figured out a good balnce with it all + get into the community still She made sure not to get too relaxed with it all first and foremost. Even if it was pretty nice to have after all.

However, that still didn't make the initial shock of the outré feeling of realizing:

"Oh, the power just went out" rising within her any less familiar.

She wasn't scared of the dark.

And it didn't look too bad in her opinion, for right now...

But soon it would get much darker.

There were no lights out in these woods besides the ones that (normally) came from within the confines of Taiga's abode.

Thankfully, while Taiga and her friends were setting up and fixing the cottage over time, she made sure that they were able to get a 10,000 watt portable generator for the residence.

Just in case.

'You never know' may as well be one of her monikers, because she sure thought it a lot.

Listening to her hunches, AKA that feeling Taiga got quite a lot in the pit of her chest cavity that more often than not came with a voice of reason™️, usually seemed to give her fantastic ideas of preparation.

Whether Taiga liked tiptoeing along the precipice of rational thinking VS overactive self-preservation was a discussion for another time.

Possibly with her therapist.

Speaking of therapy...

Now that she actually had the thought, as soon as she could move again, Taiga tried to take even more breaths as she realized just how badly she was on the verge of a breakdown...

Then she started counting 5 different things she saw around her office den, along with what she could feel, smell, and taste; going down a number for each sense.

...How did the order go, again...?

Did it matter in this moment?

Regardless...

It kind of worked.

So that was nice, at least.

And the noise that sent her down this spiral in the first place didn't happen again.

Despite the slight ringing left in her ear canals, Taiga couldn't bring herself to touch her scars like she wanted. Her hand repeatedly rose to start the action, but she continued to flex her fingers, flick her wrists and shake her head to try and distract herself.

Taiga also didn't want to clench her fists.

She didn't want her nails to cut into the palm of her hand again.

But... She didn't know where to place her fucking hands.

She continued twitching and flinching as she just...

Couldn't stay put.

This feeling always made her borderline nauseous. It was suffocating. Overwhelming. Everything was too much-

She tried... and failed... to just stay still again, as most of her body shook as well, and she fidgeted from this rising anxiety attack once again.

Remembering how bad it used to be was a relief, in a way, but also did not help.

Taiga hummed to herself for a second as she closed her eyes.

God, she was so tense...

Over just a little storm-

'No.

Don't start doing that.

You're allowed to feel this way.

It's fine.

Just...

Shut up for a second, I can't-!'

Taiga smacked the palms of her hands over her cheeks suddenly as she growled out in frustration for a moment.

It stung, but caused her to temporarily silence the thoughts.

...

For a while she got stuck in that irritating cycle for a while, before the sound of the rain ended up lulling her a little more as time ticked by.

Taiga eventually was able to get her breathing back down to normal and a single tear slipped past her as she looked up past the hair draped over her eyes, and out the window closest to her.

It didn't look, or sound, as bad anymore, which made her more relieved.

But the ears atop her head stayed lowered on instinct.

Just. In. Case.

Taiga grimaced and almost mocked herself. But she was just in a bad mood after how tonight has been going.

It was well into the evening by now, Taiga noticed as she wobbly got to her feet again.

She didn't even notice it this time when exactly she had sunken onto the floor, but Taiga couldn't bring herself to care about that right now as she quickly wiped her tear.

Taiga cleared her throat and hopped in place a little as she refocused more; trying to hone in on successfully regaining her balance.

It worked faster, currently.

It got "easier" over the years. Especially with the vertigo from her hearing issues, but...

To say it wasn't a struggle combating the lifelong effects she would have because of that would be a lie.

When she realized that she'd be good to take steps, without tumbling over, Taiga carefully went looking for her nata in the dark.

Her eyes could see through the veil all pretty well.

It was almost like second nature.

...And she almost wished that it was as effortlessly the same for her own veils of darkness...

Yet, Taiga was grateful that she could improve her balance overall and figure out ways that would be much better for her to mainly maneuver.

...That made her feel somewhat better...

She truly could feel her progress throughout the course of life.

It was always like this.

She'd hit rock bottom, then somehow bounce back.

Of course, deep down, she wanted to keep trying.

And whether she was defaulting to that out of a desperate need to cling to any form of happiness that came her way, or she actually felt hope at this point in time...

Taiga would figure it out later.

She truly knew it wasn't the end of the world.

...Well...

She didn't want to jinx it. So a part of her tentatively thought those words.

But she couldn't help these bouts of depression that left her like a drowned cadaver.

Because right now...

She was just... Tired.

And maybe that was ok for now.

Taiga tried to accept that that's how it was sometimes.

But hey... She found her nata. Right where she left it.

Taiga immediately grabbed onto its handle and expertly cleaned her weapon afterwards; its comforting form warming her soul's wounds like a therapeutic topical balm, almost immediately washing over her.

She very delicately ran her along the dull end of the blade, letting her fingertips glide over its finish before coming to rest upon Luci's ribbon tied around the end of her nata's handle as well.

It almost made Taiga want to sink down to sob again, but mostly...

It steeled her enough to help remind her for the millionth time that she'd genuinely be alright.

Even if things possibly got rougher.

She knew she was allowed to feel upset, even if her life was better than it ever had been before...

And no matter what, Taiga kept proving herself wrong whenever she thought she wouldn't make it.

Taiga paused as she registered that...

Tears were now flowing down her face without pause.

She made sure to keep her nata away from the onslaught of ACTH and Leu-enkephalin while she lightly raised a hand to her cheek as she felt it cascade down her skin.

But this time, as Taiga put her arm back down, she just let the tears flow without fight.

'You're not less worthy if you struggle.'

...Taiga's face switched from a frown to a blank slate as she decided that she wanted to view Luci's ribbon, and her precious nata out beneath the moonlight, after getting the generator set up.

Maybe if she was lucky enough to be bathed in the moon's generous kisses, she could find more peace of mind.

And it was be an honor.

No matter what, though...

Even if Luci couldn't physically, or interdimensionally be here...

Taiga knew that she was never actually gone.

Anyway...

This issue wasn't going to solve itself.

Markus would leave every now and then to explore more of the world, just like she did. And she was just fine with having her alone time.

But for so long, she got used to having an ally literally right by her side more often than not.

She didn't take him for granted, but didn't want to treat him as her therapist either.

They both needed their space and boundaries.

It was all daunting, and an extremely big shift.

But she tried her best.

At least Taiga knew what she was doing out here.

It made her feel nice to be able to handle things herself like this.

Despite any initial qualms.

Thankfully, she made sure to start her generator as necessary each month, to help keep its components lubricated.

Taiga knew that she could possibly still use her phone.

It wasn't dead, but this problem would bug her until she got it taken care of.

This was pretty urgent anyway, and she'd rather not stay in the dark, so...

She set up the generator with her empty hand and it ran without issue.

She didn't want to let go of her nata yet.

It wasn't a problem for her either way; being ambidextrous had its obvious perks. And speaking of dexterity, Taiga genuinely was in general, and her fingers were nimble after the routine of strenuous training she went through in the past.

Taiga let out a breath as the engine chugged along, and spun her nata absent-mindedly as she paced around.

As she left the lights that came back to life from inside, she basically shed her skin and was reborn herself.

And it was points like these in life that had Taiga blissfully remember to actually just take it all in.

There were many things she could do around here, as per usual, but there was something specific that her core was basically screaming at her to do before thinking about anything else first.

Taiga now could let go of her nata as she tucked most of it into her duffel bag and put it over her head to rest around her body.

She went barefoot, grabbed two wine glasses and a bottle she kept tucked away for a special occasion, before she left and locked up the cottage.

After getting to one of her favorite spots nestled around the middle of these woods,

Taiga took her bag off and put it on the ground near a stump.

She took out her irreplaceable billhook-esque blade and precisely displayed it sideways on top of the stump.

She gently straightened out the ribbon tied to it, and left it to dangle; it gently swaying in the soft breeze flowing by.

It hit the light perfectly.

Taiga moved over to the other side of the clearing so she could put the glasses down on a flat stone, before filling them up once.

Taiga set the bottle aside then grabbed a glass for herself to drink from, after raising it in the air for a toast of honor; leaving the other drink alone.

She'd celebrate Luci's memory until her demise.

Maybe even after that.

She rarely drunk any form of alcohol; not that she was against it. But it didn't come into her own mind much as a way to unwind.

This spot used to hold so much hate, and filth...

But it flourished and continuously blossomed.

Even without Taiga and her friends' help, she had a feeling this place wouldn't stop growing from what took place here.

She could've sworn that she saw some specks and sparkles of whites, purples, and golds floating around.

Each time she returned, it would only impress her even more.

As Taiga glanced around, she started to reminisce about her best friend and the fun times they were able to have so long ago, instead of the bad parts, now that she was able to keep those thoughts at bay.

She lightly gripped at the side of her white dress.

It reminded her a good deal of Luci's favorite old one that she adored spinning around in.

She loved synchronicities in this existence.

It made her feel even less alone.

Like the pieces of another puzzle being completed; satisfyingly clacking and sinking into place.

When she finished up the brick red liquid, she could feel just how much of a "lightweight" she was, but was able to just lightheartedly laugh at herself as she set down her glass as well and her cheeks already flushed a tiny bit.

She knew that she'd be fine, and knew the way to return home like the back of her hand by this point.

Taiga remembered how Luci was one of her biggest cheerleaders and would always encourage her to be her true "beautiful" self without shame.

It made her break out in a wide smile all of a sudden and she wiped her face as she spoke out loud.

"Here's to you, Luci~!

I love you!"

Taiga started to dance around without inhibitions.

She giggled softly as she raised her arms up into the air and closed her eyes again.

Unlike before, she had the choice of where to be.

If she wanted, she could happily live out here now beneath the heavens, with the survival skills she was able to gain after each calendar year.

She felt so blessed to be in the mystifying glow of the moon.

It was eternally powerful, and she knew this was just what she needed tonight.

It's like the moon knew every struggle, and just like us on Earth, went through ever-changing phases.

Taiga thanked each element around her; it becoming an even greater habit to her over time.

For nothing in particular, but also for every little thing.

There was no anxiety, no ego, no anything...

Besides becoming free.

//Just being thee

In a moment of clarity

We all

Belong in a moment like this

Twee, sterling; metempsychosis in this consecrated land\\

She danced under her audience of twinkling stars and planets up there in space too.

Taiga knew the stars especially weren't dead, she could feel it in her heart.

But even if some were, they still left behind such a gorgeous light.

And Taiga continued to choose walking down her path of tapping into your own light in the darkness.

As she danced into the morning, she cogitated and found that she actually was happy her power went out after all.

[ilikefelines]

Hello dear friend,

I’m Noha from Gaza, Mother of martyr and wife of martyr .

17 people of My family was forcibly displaced from their homes to the southern Gaza Strip, and they now live in samall tent , The occupation completely destroyed our house and our business and we no longer have anything that we used to own.

MY mother suffers from joint pain and back cartilage pain. Also, she had surgery before the war to remove a tumor in the intestine 💔!!️ and she needs to continue her treatment.

As for my middle brother, Darwish,He has a family of 10 people, he is paralyzed in his right leg, he suffers from severe leg pain.  Two months before the war, he had surgery in Egypt to implant a joint in his leg, and he was supposed to return to Egypt to continue his treatment, but the war prevented him from doing so, so he urgently needs to go to Egypt to continue his treatment.

As for me, I lost my small and beautiful family in the 2014 war, which consists of my husband and my only child, whom I gave birth to after 7 years of deadly waiting and a very long and expensive treatment journey. He was only two and a half years old. I lost him and did not hug him enough to forget the agony of waiting for him to come. I also suffered injuries, which resulted in several operations on my right leg and other parts of my body, the effects of which I still suffer to this day. So, I don't want to experience what it's like to lose someone I love again. It's a very painful feeling. Please save my family.

Life here is unbearable, especially tent life is very difficult, and the situation is getting worse every day.

I urge you to support us to save our lives, Your support is our only hope for survival after losing everything.

We hope you will continue to support us by donating or sharing to help save and rebuild our lives. Every contribution matters, much appreciated

Many thanks to everyone who supported us.

May God grant you strength and safety in this time of strife. Share and donate everyone! lives depend on it.

[peacebewithpalestine]

Support Fatima's Family in Gaza After Heartbreaking Tragedy

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ by @fatma--gaza [ Verification Source ]

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ Description

Hello,, My name is Fatima Alanqar, I am 30 years old, and my husband Bilal Dader is 33. We are parents to five children: Yazan (12), Fadl (11), Zina (10), Rajaa (7), and our baby girl Basma, who is just a year and a half old. We live in Tal AlHawa, Gaza. In the early days of the war, we were forced to flee our home after it was completely destroyed by occupation forces with fire and missiles. Our car was also burned down to a heap of metal, and all our clothes were burned too. We have been displaced 17 times, each time escaping death by a miracle. We walked long distances on foot with our children who struggled to keep up, driven by fear to escape danger.

After years of effort and construction for our house, then one day and one night everything vanished

My children's mental health has been shattered. They have suffered immensely from fear, displacement, and homelessness, with barely enough food and water to feed a small cat. They have endured carrying water over long distances throughout the day, surrounded by destruction, rockets, and shrapnel. They were deprived of continuing their education, despite being top students. One of those times when we had to sleep in our previously destroyed house, a missile landed on us and, by God’s grace, it did not explode.

My children have been deprived of the food they love and need for their bodies and minds to grow, enduring constant fear and terror day and night for 10 months without any peace or rest. We also contracted many diseases, including hepatitis and skin infections due to the lack of water and hygiene supplies in overcrowded shelters and sometimes in our destroyed home :( . We were also forced to stay completely still for periods ranging from 3 to 7 days due to the ongoing siege, drinking contaminated water out of fear of the tanks around us.

Our car was not spared from the bombing either. The children's rooms were completely burned.

Some members of my family were martyred, and others were injured. Fear, crying, and sadness fill the place. We once had all the comforts and basic tools for a decent life, but now we have lost everything. We cook our food over open fires despite the exhaustion and heat, and we barely manage to get flour, water, and firewood. Yet we remain resilient in northern Gaza despite the bombing, hunger, and severe shortages of water, medicine, and necessary supplies. And now, that's all we have

I was even forced to wean my year-and-a-half-old daughter due to the lack of milk :( . We are displaced and homeless, continuously moving from one place to another until this dreadful war ends. My heart breaks for Basma... We are in desperate need of your help. We invite you to contribute to this fund to save my family and provide us with a safe shelter, food, water, and healthcare for all of us. Please share our story with your friends and family to raise awareness and support. Your words and prayers give us the strength to endure these difficult circumstances.

Your donation, no matter how small, can make a big difference in our lives. We rely on your support and standing by us during this tough time. Together, we can restore hope and safety for Fatima and her family. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for considering my request. Your support means more than words can express. Together, we can turn a story of loss and fear into a journey of hope and reassurance. With deepest gratitude from your faithful friend, Fatima and Family

Credits: @/cafekitsune for the dividers ♥️

[briamichellewrites]

17

Mike hadn’t heard from Bria since they argued a month ago. What was the argument about? It was so stupid. He thought she had one of his hoodies because he couldn’t find it. It turned out, he left it at Dave’s when he spent the night there. They got drunk, so he was slightly hungover and wasn’t thinking clearly. She got annoyed about him accusing her of taking it. It was one of the rare occasions where they argued since they usually got along. He texted her an apology but he didn’t hear back. Either she was busy or she was ignoring him. He hoped she was just busy.

Maybe she needed time away from him to work through their break-up. Brad got a hold of her. She invited him to hang out. When he got to her house, she and Topher were in the backyard. Micha was sniffing around while on a harness and leash. She said hello to him before introducing Topher. They were just hanging out. It was nice to meet them. He asked why her cat was on a leash. So he didn’t run away. He nodded because he didn’t even know that was a thing.

After sitting down, he asked her what she was up to. She was working on different projects. Was she working on new music? She was always working on new music. It was mostly songwriting. It kept her from going insane. He laughed. She wasn’t in the studio because she was working on a project with Topher. He was interested in hearing about it.

“It's a short film about the lives of two people. They meet, fall in love, and break up. Bria and I are working on a screenplay together.”

“It sounds interesting. I’ll have to see it when it comes out.”

Meow. Micha sniffed his leg before rubbing against it. They looked down at him. She joked about it meaning he claimed him as his slave. They laughed. How was being a vegan traitor? It was awesome! He laughed. The day before, she was helping her parents because her father was having trouble. What was going on? He was diagnosed with late-onset bipolar disorder and was experiencing a bad manic episode. So, he had so much energy that they didn’t know what to do. They eventually ran around the block with him. It took hours for him to come out of it. He had been awake for two days with zero sleep.

Was he working on zero sleep? No, thank god! He had four days off, so he could catch up on sleeping. What did her father do? He was an emergency room physician, so he was in charge of the patients and their care. He was on thin ice with the medical board. Why? He had prior complaints from patients. Did they know about his diagnosis? Yes, he told them during a disciplinary hearing. How old was he? He was fifty years old. Her mother wanted him to retire for his mental health. He was considering doing it before he lost his license.

“His patients are his life, so it’s very hard for him to think about retirement. It would be like us giving up music.”

“From what little I know, bipolar is a serious disorder. Aren’t you being evaluated for it?”

“I am because it’s genetic. It’s difficult for me to get a diagnosis because some of the symptoms are the same as my ADHD. It was being considered as a possible diagnosis when I was in rehab. Since my dad is diagnosed with it, it’s number one on the priority list.”

Jasper did not know what to do. He felt like he was being pushed into retirement. During a session with his therapist, they talked about it with Christina. They let him get out his thoughts and feelings without judgment. He was not experiencing an episode, so his thoughts were clear. What did he want? He didn’t know. His bipolar disorder was causing him problems at home and work. He was afraid of the medical board taking away his license.

During work, he tried suppressing everything and focusing on what needed to be done. Sometimes he slipped up and it triggered his depression symptoms. What was he afraid of when thinking about retirement? He was afraid of sitting at home with nothing to do. Did he have any interests or hobbies? He always wondered how movies were made. Christina pointed out that Bria was working on a movie with her friend. She couldn’t remember his name because it was something unique. Maybe they could have him help them. He would ask her.

They thought of other projects he could do. He liked working out and he often complained about not having enough time to go to the gym. What if they got a cat? Sure, they could look into that. The therapist suggested a support group for adults with bipolar disorder. He could talk to adults who were experiencing the same thing as him.

As they continued talking, he felt less afraid. Maybe retirement was the best thing for him. When they got home, they talked about it some more. She was so proud of him for keeping an open mind. He nodded and hugged her. They would talk to a financial planner to see how much savings they had. They were both worth over a billion dollars, so they would have enough money to last the rest of their lives. It was just better to get a picture of what they had. He went to the computer and started doing research into different cat breeds. There were so many choices! He called Bria.

“Hey, Dad. What’s up?”

“Hey. So, your mom and I were talking about getting a cat. Do you have any recommendations?”

“Dude! Oh my god! Either a Shorthair or a Ragdoll. I’ll have to ask my friend, Rob about Bengals because that’s the breed he has.”

“What breed is Micha?”

“Micha is a Ragdoll. He’s as laid back as a cat can be.”

Meow. Micha heard his name, so he meowed loudly. I’m right here, human. The two humans laughed at him. They waited for her to finish her conversation with her father. It sounded like he was asking about cat breeds. Yes, she confirmed that was true. Good for him. What about her mother? She was also excited about it. He more so than her. They had a day off. So, they were going to go to the shelter and see what they had.

After hanging out for a few hours, Brad said goodbye with the excuse he had to get groceries. It was a white lie. They said goodbye to him. Meow. Bye, human. Was he going to get groceries?

No, he was going over to Mike’s. He called him to see if he was busy. No, he was just hanging out with Dave. He was on his way. After his break up with Bria, they got drunk and slept together. They took a few days to think about what they wanted. Mike was not ready for a relationship because he had to work through his breakup. He completely understood and he didn’t want to push him into anything he wasn’t ready for. They decided to be friends with benefits, who hooked up occasionally. Since Brad was coming over, they had to pretend to just be friends.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

[jdgo51]

APRIL 18, 2024 Waving at the Window Rebekah L. Callen (Texas, USA)

(Image: Pixabay) Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. - Revelation 3:20 (NIV)

I always had the duty of dropping our kids off at daycare, which is more emotionally difficult than my husband’s duty of picking them up. My children didn’t like being left, and many mornings were filled with tears. It also didn’t help that our daycare was across town from where I worked, so I was inevitably always in a rush.

One morning, I was hurrying out of the daycare to my car, when something caught my eye. In a window facing the parking lot stood my two-year-old son waving excitedly at me. It was a sweet gesture and just what I needed. I told everyone at work how sweet my son was.

The next morning, when dropping my son off, I mentioned to the teacher how my son had made me smile the day before. She kindly told me that he does that every morning and had been doing so for months. My heart sank.

IAPRIL 18, 2024

Waving at the Window

Rebekah L. Callen (Texas, USA)

"Here I am! I stand at the door and knock." - Revelation 3:20 (NIV)

"I always had the duty of dropping our kids off at daycare, which is more emotionally difficult than my husband’s duty of picking them up. My children didn’t like being left, and many mornings were filled with tears. It also didn’t help that our daycare was across town from where I worked, so I was inevitably always in a rush.

One morning, I was hurrying out of the daycare to my car, when something caught my eye. In a window facing the parking lot stood my two-year-old son waving excitedly at me. It was a sweet gesture and just what I needed. I told everyone at work how sweet my son was.

The next morning, when dropping my son off, I mentioned to the teacher how my son had made me smile the day before. She kindly told me that he does that every morning and had been doing so for months. My heart sank.

I never missed his wave after that.

This experience made me wonder how many times I have missed signs of God’s love because I was too rushed to notice. Praise the Lord, we are loved by a God who is patient and whose love never ends." We unintentionally miss signs of connection and love from others. We are moving fast and getting on with our day and; your loved one may be waving at you to show their love. " Stop to smell the roses" and be engaged in your life.

TODAY'S PRAYER

"Dear God, forgive us when we don’t notice all the ways you love us. Thank you for patiently waiting on us and for loving us unconditionally." Amen. (never missed his wave after that.)

Revelation 3:14-21

"'14 “Write this to the angel of the church in Laodicea: These are the words of the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the ruler of God’s creation. 15 I know your works. You are neither cold nor hot. I wish that you were either cold or hot. 16 So because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I’m about to spit you out of my mouth. 17 After all, you say, ‘I’m rich, and I’ve grown wealthy, and I don’t need a thing.’ You don’t realize that you are miserable, pathetic, poor, blind, and naked. 18 My advice is that you buy gold from me that has been purified by fire so that you may be rich, and white clothing to wear so that your nakedness won’t be shamefully exposed, and ointment to put on your eyes so that you may see. 19 I correct and discipline those whom I love. So be earnest and change your hearts and lives. 20 Look! I’m standing at the door and knocking. If any hear my voice and open the door, I will come in to be with them, and will have dinner with them, and they will have dinner with me. 21 As for those who emerge victorious, I will allow them to sit with me on my throne, just as I emerged victorious and sat down with my Father on his throne."' He is knocking, answer Him and let Him into your life to make things right and better. You will have everything that you need or would want. Bless you! Joe

[wolint]

FRESH MANNA

NOTHING IS TOO DIFFICULT FOR HIM

Jeremiah 32:17

Can God do anything and everything?

He certainly can! Is anything too difficult for God? Nothing except failure! God cannot fail!

The song: Ah, Lord God, Thou hast made the Heavens and the Earth by Thy great power; Ah, Lord God, thou hast made the Heavens and the Earth by thine outstretched arm.

Nothing is too difficult for thee, nothing is too difficult for thee; great and mighty God, great in power and mighty in deed, nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing, nothing is too difficult for thee.

Nothing! Absolutely nothing is difficult for God!

God, the all-powerful creator of all things, the sustainer of life can do whatever He wants to do, whatever He promises.

It’s not that there is anything difficult for Him to do but more that there’s nothing He cannot do. God has no difficulty, except failure.

Check out Job’s proclamation in Job 42:2: “I know that You can do all things and that no purpose of Yours can be thwarted. So true!

After God reminds Job of His power and might over all created things, Job humbly acknowledges that God can do all things. Nothing is beyond God’s grasp or scope, beyond His creative, working power. When God proposes something, nothing on earth can stop it and because God cannot lie or fail, His purposes will come to pass.

We too like Job and Jeremiah must focus on the incomparable greatness and majesty of God’s character. God’s creation proves that nothing is too difficult for Him.

There are times when situations, circumstances and people may cause us to question God’s power and sovereignty but Moses knew better when he objected to God’s plan to provide meat abundantly for the nation for a month

and he wondered how God would make the provision. The Lord told him that His ability and power are not inadequate and Moses responds in Numbers 11:23 that there is no limit to God’s power, resources, or might. None!

Is there anything hard, difficult or impossible for God?

God first asked this of Abraham in Genesis 18:14 when he expressed doubt in God fulfilling His promise to give them a child, the Lord quickly squashed the doubt of His ability.

Nothing is difficult for God! All of us struggle, at different levels, with unbelief. Perhaps, like Abraham and Sarah, you’ve prayed for something for years, but God has not answered. Whatever we’re trusting Him for, expecting from Him, be assured that He’ll do it as He did for Abraham and Sarah.

We can trust God with our problems, no matter the size because we know he is bigger than them. No matter what temptations or trials we face, we can place them in God’s hands and know he has a plan for us in times of pain, loss, or frustration.

God is Omnipotent! God has ultimate power and sustains everything in the universe, but He still makes sure to act within His character.

Proverbs 3:5-6 says to trust the Lord with all our hearts and not lean on our understanding, because, no matter how much we understand a thing, it may still be impossible for us whereas with God all things are possible according to Matthew 19:26.

There are situations, especially in matters of life and death that only God can deliver us from.

We are never alone when going through challenges, God is always with us. The ways of God are so mysterious that we may not understand Him according to Isaiah 55:8. He is God alone!

Nothing is difficult for God!

PRAYER: Thank you, Lord, for showing me that you are in control of every situation I face. Help me trust you completely and not be self-reliant in Jesus’ name. Amen.

Shalom

WOMEN OF LIGHT INT. PRAYER MIN.

[ithaki]

see @ithas for rules, please and thank you ! please note that as an original character, odie's character is still in develop. not everything about her is set in stone.

i. dossier ( basic information )

name. sofia andreas odysseus.

gender. non - binary, she / her pronouns.

sexuality. lesbian.

age. mid thirties.

background. born in ithaca, greece on july 26th, 19xx to an upper - class greek family. mixed - race, greek and egyptian. hellenic. parents to be named, two sisters to be named, a daughter to be named. native language is greek, but is fluent in homeric greek, english, and latin. the hand of the goddess of wisdom, athena. or, mockingly, athena's errand girl.

education. secondary school graduate.

physical. tba. short, olympic level athlete fc : athena karkanis

blurb until i can be assed to write bio out in full: born sofia andreas, changed her named to odysseus sometime in her teen years. when she was 15 she caught the eye of athena after defeating an enchanted boar by outsmarting it. athena then became her divine counselor and mentor, and odie became one of athena's most favored and trusted proteges among mortals. ate age 17, odie met penelope panagos and they fell in love. age 22, odie and a number of other heroes, demigods, etc are sent by the gods to rescue [NAME], a demigod daughter of zeus who was kidnapped by a cult that made their home on an island in the aegean sea to attempt to ransom her for the power of the gods. what was to be a simple rescue mission became a 10 year long war between the gods' warriors and the cult. after many deaths of many heroes, odysseus came up with and executed a plan that allowed their forces to infiltrate the cult's impenetrable defenses and secure zeus' daughter and their victory. before they can win though, zeus appears and leads odie to the son of the one of the cult's leader, only an infant, claiming that he will grow up to seek vengeance for his fallen father and the only way to prevent the future loss is too kill him now. though she protests, begs for another way, she eventually succumbs to the gods' will. yay the war's over. odie and friends try to go home, run into some lotus eaters, eventually run into a cyclops who kills odie's best friend alena, as revenge odie blinds the cyclops. cyclops cries to daddy who happened to be poseidon and woof, cursed to wander for ten years, she is ! her odyssey contains story beats from the original odyssey, including a visit to a enchantress' island, a trip to the underworld, scylla and charybdis, and various other new things.

main verse. takes place about 2 years into her odyssey, odie's current goal is to get to the underworld, but various threats sent by poseidon have made this... difficult !

[trashbins-stuff]

I'm a mother with metastatic (stage ll) breast cancer with a 10-month-old daughter who was born with cerebral palsy.that my life has been in recent years, thank you for coming this far and giving me all your support, for those who do not know the hard battle I face and for which I try to reach their hearts. . . . . In search of support I briefly tell you my situation.

My name is maua, 5 years ago I was driving to meet my best friend, suddenly my vision was double, my vision was going in and out, I remember pulling into a parking lot, I just thought to call someone, but I couldn't dial from my phone , I lost consciousness, when I woke up I couldn't coordinate or make rational decisions, I woke up repeating over and over again that I had to go home, by then I thought I had the flu with a very bad headache, the doctors came and one of They told me that I had bronchitis and sinusitis, a month later the symptoms had not disappeared, by then I had already gone to the specialist for the third time. After much concern, finally a doctor ordered a chest x-ray because the x-rays showed that I had a pleural effusion in my right lung, other doctors objected saying that it was not necessary, days later while I was taking a shower I found a lump in my breast, after rigorous examinations they ended up diagnosing me with metastatic breast cancer. I then had chemotherapy and a bilateral mastectomy (removal of both breasts), reconstructive surgery, and implant placement.

Harvesting or freezing my eggs before the chemo was not an option, they said that there was a high probability that the chemo would affect my fertility, this shattered my illusions because I really dreamed of being a mother. After the surgery I was considered cancer free, 4 years later I got pregnant, in February 2022 I gave birth to my little Elly, the delivery was complicated, my pregnancy was traumatic due to my history of cancer, my little love of 3 pounds and 6 ounces was born 10 weeks early. Elly was born with cerebral palsy, during the pregnancy I had several threats of abortion, by the mercy of God my baby grabbed my uterus tightly, she cannot breastfeed her, but I am content with having her on my chest and giving her warmth and protection as much as I can, Its care is special, it requires rigorous treatments and it is not cheap. I always refused to ask for help with my cancer, but seeing my baby so delicate and defenseless I understood that I need everyone, these are difficult times, we have a very hard road ahead of us at home, my daughter needs all the help possible.

I lived a life in remission for almost 5 years before developing a bad cough during flu season, a few months after giving birth I felt like everything was wrong, made several doctor visits, had a chest X-ray due to my history , they found fluid in my lungs, after draining and analyzing it, it was evidenced that there were breast cancer cells, after more cancer tests it was found not only in my lungs, but in my liver and bones, at the age of 33 I was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer (stage Il) a few years later I found out that the cancer had invaded my brain as well.

However, today I am stable and most of the cancer is gone, but I am still on continuous treatment that I am not allowed to stop. Since my cancer was found I have had 57 chemo infusions, 10 IM injections, countless Il/port sticks, too many pills to count, 1 pleurx drain to my lung, 4 JP drains, x2 thoracentesis, 9 surgeries, 2 interventional radiology procedures , 1 biopsy, 1 mammogram, 2 x-rays, 2 ultrasounds, 6 hospitalizations, plus ED visits, 17 CT scans, 3 CT scans, 20 MRIs, 2 bone scans, palliative radiation, 1 seizure, 7 gamma knife treatments, 1 craniotomy , 8 doctors/surgeons, countless amazing nurses, NPs PAs, lots of scars, and thousands of dollars in medical bills and counting. However, I am here with a beautiful gift from God in my arms, this can only be called a miracle, God wants me here and I must fight for it and my little girl needs me.

please help me with anything you want to help me

im not able to donate but i will share, i hope your get the money you need, you went through alot :(

[theloonatic]

I'm a mother with metastatic (stage ll) breast cancer with a 10-month-old daughter who was born with cerebral palsy.that my life has been in recent years, thank you for coming this far and giving me all your support, for those who do not know the hard battle I face and for which I try to reach their hearts. . . . . In search of support I briefly tell you my situation.

My name is maua, 5 years ago I was driving to meet my best friend, suddenly my vision was double, my vision was going in and out, I remember pulling into a parking lot, I just thought to call someone, but I couldn't dial from my phone , I lost consciousness, when I woke up I couldn't coordinate or make rational decisions, I woke up repeating over and over again that I had to go home, by then I thought I had the flu with a very bad headache, the doctors came and one of They told me that I had bronchitis and sinusitis, a month later the symptoms had not disappeared, by then I had already gone to the specialist for the third time. After much concern, finally a doctor ordered a chest x-ray because the x-rays showed that I had a pleural effusion in my right lung, other doctors objected saying that it was not necessary, days later while I was taking a shower I found a lump in my breast, after rigorous examinations they ended up diagnosing me with metastatic breast cancer. I then had chemotherapy and a bilateral mastectomy (removal of both breasts), reconstructive surgery, and implant placement.

Harvesting or freezing my eggs before the chemo was not an option, they said that there was a high probability that the chemo would affect my fertility, this shattered my illusions because I really dreamed of being a mother. After the surgery I was considered cancer free, 4 years later I got pregnant, in February 2022 I gave birth to my little Elly, the delivery was complicated, my pregnancy was traumatic due to my history of cancer, my little love of 3 pounds and 6 ounces was born 10 weeks early. Elly was born with cerebral palsy, during the pregnancy I had several threats of abortion, by the mercy of God my baby grabbed my uterus tightly, she cannot breastfeed her, but I am content with having her on my chest and giving her warmth and protection as much as I can, Its care is special, it requires rigorous treatments and it is not cheap. I always refused to ask for help with my cancer, but seeing my baby so delicate and defenseless I understood that I need everyone, these are difficult times, we have a very hard road ahead of us at home, my daughter needs all the help possible.

I lived a life in remission for almost 5 years before developing a bad cough during flu season, a few months after giving birth I felt like everything was wrong, made several doctor visits, had a chest X-ray due to my history , they found fluid in my lungs, after draining and analyzing it, it was evidenced that there were breast cancer cells, after more cancer tests it was found not only in my lungs, but in my liver and bones, at the age of 33 I was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer (stage Il) a few years later I found out that the cancer had invaded my brain as well.

However, today I am stable and most of the cancer is gone, but I am still on continuous treatment that I am not allowed to stop. Since my cancer was found I have had 57 chemo infusions, 10 IM injections, countless Il/port sticks, too many pills to count, 1 pleurx drain to my lung, 4 JP drains, x2 thoracentesis, 9 surgeries, 2 interventional radiology procedures , 1 biopsy, 1 mammogram, 2 x-rays, 2 ultrasounds, 6 hospitalizations, plus ED visits, 17 CT scans, 3 CT scans, 20 MRIs, 2 bone scans, palliative radiation, 1 seizure, 7 gamma knife treatments, 1 craniotomy , 8 doctors/surgeons, countless amazing nurses, NPs PAs, lots of scars, and thousands of dollars in medical bills and counting. However, I am here with a beautiful gift from God in my arms, this can only be called a miracle, God wants me here and I must fight for it and my little girl needs me.

please help me with anything you want to help me

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[mrskayathefrog]

I'm a mother with metastatic (stage ll) breast cancer with a 10-month-old daughter who was born with cerebral palsy.that my life has been in recent years, thank you for coming this far and giving me all your support, for those who do not know the hard battle I face and for which I try to reach their hearts. . . . . In search of support I briefly tell you my situation.

My name is rebecca, 5 years ago I was driving to meet my best friend, suddenly my vision was double, my vision was going in and out, I remember pulling into a parking lot, I just thought to call someone, but I couldn't dial from my phone , I lost consciousness, when I woke up I couldn't coordinate or make rational decisions, I woke up repeating over and over again that I had to go home, by then I thought I had the flu with a very bad headache, the doctors came and one of They told me that I had bronchitis and sinusitis, a month later the symptoms had not disappeared, by then I had already gone to the specialist for the third time. After much concern, finally a doctor ordered a chest x-ray because the x-rays showed that I had a pleural effusion in my right lung, other doctors objected saying that it was not necessary, days later while I was taking a shower I found a lump in my breast, after rigorous examinations they ended up diagnosing me with metastatic breast cancer. I then had chemotherapy and a bilateral mastectomy (removal of both breasts), reconstructive surgery, and implant placement.

Harvesting or freezing my eggs before the chemo was not an option, they said that there was a high probability that the chemo would affect my fertility, this shattered my illusions because I really dreamed of being a mother. After the surgery I was considered cancer free, 4 years later I got pregnant, in February 2022 I gave birth to my little Elly, the delivery was complicated, my pregnancy was traumatic due to my history of cancer, my little love of 3 pounds and 6 ounces was born 10 weeks early. Elly was born with cerebral palsy, during the pregnancy I had several threats of abortion, by the mercy of God my baby grabbed my uterus tightly, she cannot breastfeed her, but I am content with having her on my chest and giving her warmth and protection as much as I can, Its care is special, it requires rigorous treatments and it is not cheap. I always refused to ask for help with my cancer, but seeing my baby so delicate and defenseless I understood that I need everyone, these are difficult times, we have a very hard road ahead of us at home, my daughter needs all the help possible.

I lived a life in remission for almost 5 years before developing a bad cough during flu season, a few months after giving birth I felt like everything was wrong, made several doctor visits, had a chest X-ray due to my history , they found fluid in my lungs, after draining and analyzing it, it was evidenced that there were breast cancer cells, after more cancer tests it was found not only in my lungs, but in my liver and bones, at the age of 33 I was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer (stage Il) a few years later I found out that the cancer had invaded my brain as well.

However, today I am stable and most of the cancer is gone, but I am still on continuous treatment that I am not allowed to stop. Since my cancer was found I have had 57 chemo infusions, 10 IM injections, countless Il/port sticks, too many pills to count, 1 pleurx drain to my lung, 4 JP drains, x2 thoracentesis, 9 surgeries, 2 interventional radiology procedures , 1 biopsy, 1 mammogram, 2 x-rays, 2 ultrasounds, 6 hospitalizations, plus ED visits, 17 CT scans, 3 CT scans, 20 MRIs, 2 bone scans, palliative radiation, 1 seizure, 7 gamma knife treatments, 1 craniotomy , 8 doctors/surgeons, countless amazing nurses, NPs PAs, lots of scars, and thousands of dollars in medical bills and counting. However, I am here with a beautiful gift from God in my arms, this can only be called a miracle, God wants me here and I must fight for it and my little girl needs me.

please help me with anything you want to help me

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Today's Daily Encounter Thursday, March 16, 2023

Better with Age

"O God, you have taught me from my earliest childhood, and I constantly tell others about the wonderful things you do. Now that I am old and gray, do not abandon me, O God. Let me proclaim your power to this new generation, your mighty miracles to all who come after me."1

As long as I can remember, I have been part of a Christian church community. My faith as an 8-year-old girl was strong, and there was no doubt in my mind that God heard and answered every one of my prayers. God taught me great things and showed himself to me in ways that were needed to impact a child's life in amazing ways! I know that God showed himself so tangibly to me as a child because he knew the road that was ahead. I was going to need to draw on every bit of that faith and strength to get through some really difficult times in my teenage and college years.

During the years when I faced pain and struggles, I thought I couldn't bear, there were times when I would pray to God and ask for him to take me home. I longed to be with Him because I knew that it was there that everything would be alright. In my times of depression, I know that it was God who heard my every cry and although it took some time, God restored my joy completely and reenergized my faith. Little did I know that this would be just what I needed to endure the loss of a child that would come later in my life. Although the pain of losing my baby was overwhelming at times, God taught me so much through that process! Through every season, through every trial, through the joy and through the pain, God has never stopped showing himself to me in new ways.

The relationship I have with God today is literally that of a best friend. I start randomly talking to him at different times of my day just to update him on the happenings of life! My prayer every day is that he would continue teaching and guiding me so that I can lead my children in His ways and reach others for Him. I know that if He is the one going before me, I can only get better with age!

Suggested prayer: Dear God, thank you for being my faithful friend. In every season you have taught me life-changing lessons and brought me closer to you. Use me to proclaim your power and miracles to those who come after me. In Jesus' name, amen.

Psalm 71:17-18 (NLT).

Today's Encounter was written by: Crystal B.

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[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

The Queen of Sheba Visits Solomon

1 The queen of Sheba heard about Solomon’s reputation. (He owed his reputation to the name of the Lord.) So she came to test him with riddles. 2 She arrived in Jerusalem with a large group of servants, with camels carrying spices, a very large quantity of gold, and precious stones. When she came to Solomon, she talked to him about everything she had on her mind. 3 Solomon answered all her questions. No question was too difficult for the king to answer.

4 When the queen of Sheba saw all of Solomon’s wisdom, the palace he built, 5 the food on his table, his officers’ seating arrangement, the organization of his officials and the uniforms they wore, his cupbearers, and the burnt offerings that he sacrificed at the Lord’s temple, she was breathless. 6 She told the king, “What I heard in my country about your words and your wisdom is true! 7 But I didn’t believe the reports until I came and saw it with my own eyes. I wasn’t even told half of it. Your wisdom and wealth surpass the stories I’ve heard. 8 How blessed your men must be! How blessed these servants of yours must be because they are always stationed in front of you, listening to your wisdom! 9 Thank the Lord your God, who is pleased with you. He has put you on the throne of Israel. Because of your God’s eternal love for the people of Israel, he has made you king so that you would maintain justice and righteousness.”

10 She gave the king 9,000 pounds of gold, a very large quantity of spices, and precious stones. Never again was such a large quantity of spices brought into Israel as those that the queen of Sheba gave King Solomon.

11 Hiram’s fleet that brought gold from Ophir also brought a large quantity of sandalwood and precious stones from Ophir. 12 With the sandalwood the king made supports for the Lord’s temple and the royal palace, and lyres and harps for the singers. Never again was sandalwood like this imported ⌞into Israel⌟, nor has any been seen ⌞there⌟ to this day.

13 King Solomon gave the queen of Sheba anything she wanted, whatever she asked for, besides what he had given her out of his royal generosity. Then she and her servants went back to her country.

Solomon’s Wealth and Splendor

14 The gold that came to Solomon in one year weighed 49,950 pounds, 15 not counting the gold which came from the merchants, the traders’ profits, all the Arab kings, and the governors of the country.

16 King Solomon made 200 large shields of hammered gold, using 15 pounds of gold on each shield. 17 He also made 300 small shields of hammered gold, using four pounds of gold on each shield. The king put them in the hall which he called the Forest of Lebanon.

18 The king also made a large ivory throne and covered it with fine gold. 19 Six steps led to the throne. Carved into the back of the throne was a calf’s head. There were armrests on both sides of the seat. Two lions stood beside the armrests. 20 Twelve lions stood on six steps, one on each side. Nothing like this had been made for any other kingdom.

21 All King Solomon’s cups were gold, and all the utensils for the hall which he called the Forest of Lebanon were fine gold. (Nothing was silver, because it wasn’t considered valuable in Solomon’s time.) 22 The king had a fleet headed for Tarshish with Hiram’s fleet. Once every three years the Tarshish fleet would bring gold, silver, ivory, apes, and monkeys.

23 In wealth and wisdom King Solomon was greater than all the ⌞other⌟ kings of the world. 24 The whole world wanted to listen to the wisdom that God gave Solomon. 25 So everyone who came brought him gifts: articles of silver and gold, clothing, weapons, spices, horses, and mules. This happened year after year.

26 Solomon built up ⌞his army⌟ with chariots and war horses. He had 1,400 chariots and 12,000 war horses. He stationed ⌞some⌟ in chariot cities and others with himself in Jerusalem. 27 The king made silver as common in Jerusalem as stones, and he made cedars as plentiful as fig trees in the foothills.

28 Solomon’s horses were imported from Egypt and Kue. The king’s traders bought them from Kue for a fixed price. 29 Each chariot was imported from Egypt for 15 pounds of silver and each horse for 6 ounces of silver. For the same price they obtained horses to export to all the Hittite and Aramean kings. — 1 Kings 10 | God's Word Translation (GWT) The Holy Bible, GOD’S WORD® Translation Copyright 1995 by God’s Word to the Nations. All rights reserved. Cross References: Deuteronomy 17:16; 1 Samuel 10:27; 2 Samuel 6:5; 2 Samuel 8:15; 1 Kings 3:9; 1 Kings 3:12; 1 Kings 7:2; 1 Kings 9:27-28; 1 Kings 14:26; 1 Kings 22:48; 2 Kings 7:6-7; 2 Chronicles 1:16-17; 2 Chronicles 9:13-14; 2 Chronicles 9:17; Psalm 68:29; Proverbs 8:34; Isaiah 30:6; Haggai 1:1; Zechariah 9:3; Matthew 6:29; Matthew 12:42; Luke 18:10; Luke 19:4