#god I need help

[runningupthatvecna]

[arkiwii]

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[averysleepdeprivedaustralianman]

Soo uh..Forgot to post whoops!

Decided to just uh..Make a continuation of the Scarlet's Return..Heh?

Scarlet's Return-A week later!

One Week Later After Pearl's return–

The warm light of the Hermitcraft sun spilled through the windows of Pearl’s base, illuminating the room with a comforting glow. The clinking and humming of the redstone contraptions that ran throughout her base had returned to a soothing rhythm—a stark contrast to the chaos still echoing in her the horrid events of Double life.

Pearl stood infront of her storage room—absentmindedly organizing her chests peacefully. Her hands moved mechanically, sorting stacks of quartz and sandstone, but her mind was elsewhere. Every so often, she would glance at the corner of the room where the crown sat on a pedestal, untouched since that night.

Her chest tightened every time she looked at it. She wasn’t ready to deal with it. Not yet..

A light knock at the door broke her thoughts. Before she could respond, Gem poked her head in, her ever-present smile lighting up the room.

"Morning, sunshine! How’s it going?" Gem chirped, stepping inside with a basket of food in her hands. She didn’t wait for an answer as she pulled pearl away from the storage room not letting her speak. "I brought breakfast~You better not tell me you’ve skipped it again."

Pearl managed a weak chuckle as she was drgaged into a chair by gem–"I was going to eat—Eventually.."

Gem rolled her eyes but kept her tone light. "Sure you were. Here—take this." She handed Pearl a slice of freshly baked pumpkin pie. "Eat first, argue later."

Pearl took the slice, the sweet smell triggering a pang of nostalgia. "Thanks, Gem.."

Gem settled into a chair across from her, leaning her elbows on the table. "So, how’s the head? Any less stormy today?"

Pearl hesitated, poking at the pie with her fork. She didn’t want to lie, but the truth felt too heavy to share fully. "Better. A little," she admitted finally.

Gem studied her for a moment, her usual playful demeanor softening. "That’s good. Progress is progress, Pearlie. Don’t rush it."

They sat in companionable silence for a while, the only sounds the faint clatter of cutlery and the soft rustle of leaves outside. It was peaceful, but Pearl couldn’t shake the tension coiled inside her.

Finally, Gem broke the silence. "You know," she began, her voice light, "I’ve been thinking.."

"Uh-oh," Pearl teased, though her voice lacked its usual spark. "What kind of trouble are you plotting now?"

Gem grinned but leaned forward, her tone shifting to something more sincere. "It’s not trouble, I promise. Just… I think you need to get out of here!–Away from your base, away from everything. Even just for a little while."

Pearl frowned, leaning back to her sit, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why though?"

"Because you’ve been stuck in this loop.." Gem said, gesturing gently around the room. "You’ve been here, alone, staring at that crown like it’s going to give you answers. And I get it, Pearlie—I really do..But I think you need to breathe a little. Feel the sun on your face, see something new. Maybe remind yourself there’s more to this world than what’s in these walls."

Pearl’s gaze dropped to the table, her fingers curling against the wood. "I don’t know, Gem. I don’t feel like I can just… leave everything behind. Not right now."

"You’re not leaving it behind," Gem said softly. "You’re just stepping away for a bit. Clearing your head. And you won’t be alone—I’ll be with you. No pressure, no expectations. Just… fresh air and some time to think."

Pearl looked up, meeting Gem’s eyes. The hope there was impossible to ignore, but there was no pity—just patience and care. She exhaled slowly, her shoulders slumping.

"Fine" Pearl said finally, her voice quiet but steady. "I suppose I'll come-"

Gem’s face lit up with a grin so bright it was contagious–Not even letting pearl finish she cutted her off—"That’s the spirit! Meet me at the portal in an hour. And pack light—we’re going somewhere new!"

As Gem left, humming a cheerful tune, Pearl stared at the half-eaten pie in front of her. The tightness in her chest hadn’t fully gone away, but for the first time in weeks, it felt like she could breathe a little easier.

Perhaps this was what she needed—a moment to step away, to see the world beyond her base, and maybe even start to heal..

(Meybe I'll make a dessertduo fic later not sure)

[hawkinsfullerr]

the amount of scenarios I have in my head with this picture is BONKERS??? like tim looks so sweaty here 🫠

are they gonna KISS??? ARGUE??? what what what

[spacedoutman]

•❀.•❤•.¸✿Girlboss super slayy✿¸.•❤•.❀•

✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧

[slicedmayonnaise]

I'm literally so invested in my own fic universe. I need to not only write Javier's pov, but I also need to write a prequel and a prequel to the prequel about Dutch and hosea and also a spin off of Arthur and Charles and also a sequel about Javier and John's shenanigans on the run and

[keyfin]

Ermm found the pose on Pinterest and I went insane obviously... there's a story behind this but I will not elaborate

[zylisticart]

i feel mental

[iipeleng]

You want to have unwavering faith? Learn from demons and lepers

In the Gospel of Mark, we encounter extraordinary examples of faith in unexpected places- a demon and a man with leprosy.

Mark 1:23-24(NIV)> Just then a man in their synagogue who was possessed by an impure spirit cried out, “What do you want with us, Jesus of Nazareth? Have you come to destroy us? I know who you are—the Holy One of God!”

The title "Holy One of God" shows Jesus' special status and divine power, even recognized by demons.

It's surprising and important that a demon acknowledges who Jesus is, showing His true power.

While many people struggled to understand Jesus, the demon knew right away.

If even demons can see who Jesus is, we should confidently affirm our faith in Him as the Holy One of God.

Mark 1:40(NIV) >A man with leprosy came to him and begged him on his knees, “If you are willing, you can make me clean.”

The leper's use of "if" shows he fully believed in Jesus' power. He didn't doubt Jesus could heal, he knew it for sure. The question was whether Jesus would choose to do it for him personally.

If a leper could have so much faith in Jesus' power, how can we not? This challenges us to trust Jesus' ability and have faith in His decisions for our lives.

If demons and lepers could have such faith in Christ, how much more should we, who have been redeemed and made righteous by His blood?(Romans 5:9) Let us be encouraged by their example and approach Jesus with unwavering faith, knowing that He is able and willing to meet our needs.

𝄞 to reaffirm your faith👼🏻 :

[thereyvan]

you know the Rivers Cuomo brainrot is bad when the biggest thing you take away from A Mad And Furious Master is that he canonically whimpers

[gay-little-artcollector]

SOMEBODY SEDATE ME!

Ps: non of these are mine, I just enjoy collecting fanart.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

the squeal of joy I let out anytime Wilson appears on screen whenever I'm watching house is unavoidable. It's also really gay, but that's a given with me

[littlelunababi]

I want an older man to find me. Stalk me. He’d take care of me from afar until the distance became too much. I want him to break in and taste my cunt just because before he kidnapped me and kept me as his little pet. He’d treat me like royalty but then he’d force his older cock into me. Force me to carry his babies as he parades me around. His own little breeding toy that he found. A good little toy he uses everywhere and every day

[erodingsinner]

hi Lindsey<333

[spacedoutman]

I’m not feeling particularly the best about this drawing, but it’s just another stepping stone in what I want to achieve. I’m going to start writing a list specific things I wanna achieve and slap em down.

I’ll come back with another art piece soon unhh and hopefully I like it more—it’s also really early Ace so yeah

[strvmii]

i need to be beaten bloody and snot faced, give me a black eye and a few cracked ribs then leave me to crawl back home