#i can’t take this pain anymore

[9ofspades]

It’s disability pride month, and if you are disabled in the U.S. from Long Covid I want you to know that you’re not alone, and you’re valid in whatever you feel. Whether that’s sorrow at your new problems or rage at society for failing you, you are valid, and it is truly messed up that society is continuing to fail you.

[stinkypeanutbutter]

Mike banner . Again . Pls help me

[kentjohnson91]

Today at the funeral services for Johnny and Matthew Gaudreau, Johnnys wife Meredith announced that John was not just leaving behind an almost 2 year old daughter and a 6 month old son, but also an unborn child. This is devastating. Matthew’s wife is also currently pregnant💔

[blueheartedwolf]

Y’all I’m completely flat broke and need cat litter, cat food, and groceries. My phone bill is due on the 7th. I had to call out of work yesterday because of nerve pain and now I only work two days this week and need to pay rent too. I really can’t do this shit anymore I’ve been trying so hard to get by without help bc I never feel like I deserve it but I can’t take it anymore. My friends and partners can only offer moral support bc we’re all fucking poor.

I really don’t know what to say. I know so many of us are struggling and it makes me so mad that ANYONE has to beg online or out on the street just to survive. I’m so angry all the time that community aid is seen as a last resort. It should be easy to find help and support in the people around you and it’s not and it’s bullshit. So few people care.

I don’t have a dollar amount I’m asking for, the number would be so high and I don’t care if I get all I need I just need SOMETHING. Anything to feed myself and take care of my cat.

Please.

[echosdaffodil]

When the dead boy detectives show comes out and they keep it subtile with Edwin like in the Doom Patrol show and the comics just for people to call it queer baiting, I might consider staying away from the fandom entirely.

[xzho-writes]

don’t let go

pairings: diluc x gn!reader

genre: (reverse) hurt/comfort, ragbros angst

wc: 700

warnings: spoilers for diluc and kaeya’s backstory, mild angst

summary: you comfort diluc during one of his restless nights (mainly ragbros content really)

“archons, it— it terrifies me,” diluc sighs exasperatedly, hands balled into fists and clinging to the sides of your nightwear. “i tried to kill my younger brother, (name). do you understand me? i almost—”

“diluc,” you plead. nothing made your heart bleed more than listening to him in this state, so afraid and so painfully vulnerable.

you knew of diluc and kaeya’s estranged relationship- of their long and complicated history. it was the youngest of the brothers who had opened up to you first about their situation long ago. it was only recently, a few moons ago, when the eldest confided in you about his own inner turmoil.

it tore you up inside, it did.

knowing both sides of the story, one left unknown to the respective brother.

this was never going to be an easy conversation. it never had been an easy conversation.

but you knew this already.

with great effort you manage to pry diluc away from your chest, your gaze set sternly on his puffy, tear-stricken face. you were close to mirroring his own expression but you willed yourself to stay strong for his sake.

“listen to me,” you hushed softly, for any sudden changes in your tone or volume could set him off even further. “you didn’t ‘try to kill him’. you were angry, yes. bestrayed,” you soothe, “but you were never out for blood.”

there’s a tremor to your voice despite how much you steel yourself, subconsciously gripping onto diluc’s shoulders tighter. “you’re speaking from a guilty conscience, my love. i mean it when i say that kaeya forgi—”

at the mention of his name, and before you could so much as finish that one forbidden word, your poor lover shakes his head vehemently, his breath ragged. he looks like a cornered animal fighting tooth and nail just to keep himself sane.

forgiveness is not something i deserve.

“no,” he insists. “no he doesn’t. he shouldn’t.”

you know very well the stinging sensation behind your eyes and in your nose but you push through regardless.

“do you trust me, diluc?” keen eyes don’t miss the way he swallows before giving a single nod. “do you think me a liar, then?” again, a single gulp, but this time a shake of his head. “then you must know i’m speaking truthfully.”

watching his bottom lip tremble shoots an indescribable pain straight to your heart. it pangs away as you keep your hands steady on diluc’s shoulders.

tears well up behind those gorgeous carmine irises and before you know it the man all but collapses back onto your chest, screaming his throat raw and sobbing his lungs dry.

you hold him in silence as he weeps. there was much more you wanted to say, so many things you wanted to reaffirm, but you knew it wasn’t the right moment for reassurances.

you’d give them later- when he’s more able to process your words so as to let them sink in.

time, inconsequential to you now, flows past as you rock your grieving lover back and forth as one would a baby. every sob that slipped past his lips was like a punch directly to your heart, tenderising the organ until it bled the colour of the ragnvindr’s hair, and the colour of the blood that spilled on the battlefield that day.

it’s a long while before either of you manage to speak.

it’s diluc who breaks the silence, but you wonder if silence would’ve been preferable after what he had to say.

the man struggles to formulate his sentence, what with the way his crying had resulted in his breathlessness and hiccuping. there’s a sharp intake of air between each word.

“i— i don’t know what to do,” he chokes.

his voice is a mere whisper and if it wasn’t for your close proximity you’d swear those words would be lost to the wind.

“oh, darling…”

there was only so much you could take yourself before you succumbed to the pressure in your chest.

before he could watch you crack like porcelain beneath him, you gather diluc back into your embrace. his response is immediate; hands fly to grasp at your form as he tucks his face back into the safety of your shoulder.

familiar fingers go to run themselves through his thick tresses as your lips press delicate kisses to his forehead- these actions had always managed to ease the ragnvindr and you could only hope that it would elicit a similar response now.

change wouldn’t happen immediately, you knew this well enough, but you’d vowed long ago to remain by diluc’s side through thick and thin.

this was a situation that only the brothers, and the brothers alone, could fix, but you’d be his rock for however long he needed you.

if it meant sacrificing your sleep in favour of cradling him throughout his restless nights then so be it.

[tohrmew-nyadachi]

he is so cute cutie patootie silly gooseu poo

[underground-secret]

I don’t think I can even handle my own slow burn. I’m writing this practically begging the characters to do something as if i’m not the one writing them…..

I actually need them to get to it but I have a plan in my head and so we all need to wait, me included.

[dinosaursgowoof]

How are you asking me to attend events a year in advance when I don’t even know what my health will be like an hour from now?

[palms-upturned]

.

[valoale]

Life is too fucking unfair

Just got a message from my friend who told me one of the working dogs I used to train and handle and lived with me for a while was put down today because of health issues

I can’t stop fucking crying

[castleclericz]

RIGHT PERSON NOT ENOUGH TIME LET ME BEEEEEEEE

[wildsaltair]

watching Gladiator feeling like a wife who’s sighing over her beloved who was put in prison for a crime he didn’t commit. free my husband

[algrenion]

oh, Endometriosis? that bitch is no sis of mine, (disowns my reproductive system)

[goldkirk]

A Christmas-gathering-centered nightmare, a hospital-centered nightmare, and an un-fightable overwhelming fatigue despite being in imminent danger nightmare all in one night. Time to watch documentaries and give myself exactly one (1) task for the day (laundry) because it’s gonna take like 10 hours to feel like a person again

[quietwingsinthesky]

thinking about Lucifer learning how much torture Sam can take without flinching, and going 🥰 see, Sam? I helped. I made you stronger.