#it’ll be ok

[minutestildawn]

crowley starts a journal to deal with the grief.

[pixlokita]

Delectable

[just-a-drawing-bean]

Smile :)

Sometimes you need to let the intrusive thoughts out

[supermaks]

considering haas never understand how their tires work maybe it’s good they finally decided to get to the bottom of it

No like we can joke and shit but I’m ride or die for haas bro I don’t give a fuck. They say they’re about tackle the concept of umm-‘tire’ .. 😭 in 2024 like ok sweetie I’m so proud of u . Ik Ayao Komatsu sat those bitches down after suffering for YEARS wid a starved out engineering and aerodynamics department and said , bitch ‼️We’re going basics. Y’all learning ur shapes first. Shapes and colors . Point the tire out for me. Ok now u c how it’s different colors. Isn’t that so crazy. Yes btw we didn’t bring a single C5 for testing. 😊 .. 🦅 MONEYGRAM HAAS F1 TEAM

[idreamofticklehugs]

Role Reversal - Lee alternative

You guys said yes to an alternate ending for the lovely Lees on Tumblr so here you go! 💙)

It had been an exhausting week. You didn’t know why; there wasn’t anything specific you could put your finger on. You just felt like you had lost your joy and motivation to do anything. Friends had been busy; work was hectic; the weather had been dreary; you just felt… down. Worst of all, no one seemed to notice. You couldn’t fault them; you were all too talented at hiding when you were stressed. People were used to you being the supportive friend, and all of their issues seemed so much more real. You didn’t want to burden them with your silly little problems. So, you silently struggled on.

Until I reached out.

I hadn’t heard from you in a few days. Things were busy the past couple weeks, and I was guilty of not checking in on my friends. Obviously, as you were one of my favorite people in the entire world, I messaged you first. Within three exchanges, I knew something was wrong; things were just… off. Calling you confirmed my worry. You tried to hide it; telling me that things were busy and you were just tired. I knew you well enough to know you were lying. You even tried to distract me by trying to focus the conversation back on me, slipping into your role of always being the caretaker. For once, I refused to let it slide. All thoughts of relaxing on my day off vanished without a trace as I gently commanded you to come over after work. I hung up the phone, checked the clock, and stretched. It was time to get to work.

You almost called to cancel. It had been another long day at work and you were tired. But you knew I wouldn’t take no for an answer, and deep down it warmed your heart a little that someone was putting in effort to be there for you. You pulled up and walked through the front door, knowing I left it open for you. The warm, inviting scent of dessert in the oven washed over you and your spirits lifted a little before you sighed. It was probably just a deceptive candle. Hearing the front door swing shut, I ran to you, gently wrapping you in a tight hug. You tried not to, but after a couple of seconds, you melted into my embrace. We stayed like that for a while, my hands running over your shoulders and back as you allowed someone to comfort you for a change. When you finally loosened your hold, I softly smiled at you and brought you to the table. A stern look and gentle rebuke glued you to the chair, but you were unable to keep from fidgeting. It went against your nature not to help with anything. Not that there was much to do, I had your favorite meal already made and ready to eat. As we enjoyed the meal, I finally convinced you to start talking. You were hesitant at first, feeling like the things you were dealing with were trivial and unimportant. Once you started talking, however, you found you couldn’t stop. How long had it been since you expressed what you were feeling inside? After some much-needed venting, you suddenly stopped, embarrassed. You made it three words into your apology before I interrupted you. Your needs were just as important as everyone else’s and I wanted to know what was going on in your life. I wanted to help and care for you. You weren’t allowed to think you were going through this on your own.

You were pleasantly surprised to learn that the delightful scent you noticed earlier was not just a candle. Your favorite dessert was baking in the oven and would be ready to eat in just a little while. I banished you to the living room while I quickly cleaned up the dishes. No, you couldn’t help; you were being cared for tonight. Your job was to pick out what movie we were watching. The only stipulation was that it had to be funny. You settled on a classic, one we had both seen many times. After making your decision, you paused and looked around the room with wide eyes. You had failed to notice your surroundings in the dim lighting. The coffee table had been pushed aside to make way for a blanket fort, which was piled full of soft blankets and pillows. You could just make out a small tray inside full of your favorite snacks and drinks. You crawled inside and nestled into the soft comfort, making just enough room for my spot next to you. The dishes done, I joined you inside our fort, pushing play on the movie after applauding your choice. As I cuddled close, and hummed along to the opening music, you truly smiled for the first time in far too long.

The movie was about halfway over and dessert had been very much enjoyed. During a slow point in the film, I dashed to the kitchen to drop off our dishes into the sink and dove back into the fort to rejoin you. As we settled back together in the darkness, my fingers accidentally curled against the back of your ribs and you yelped. You hadn’t felt like much of a Lee lately; too mentally worn out even to enjoy something you loved. I smiled at your cuteness and cuddled closer, reading your reaction. I loved seeing you smile, but didn’t want to push. I slowly moved a hand down and wiggled a single finger into your side, that familiar feeling coming over you as you giggled. You suddenly reached out and pulled me into a tight hug, thanking me for being there for you and for the lovely evening. Your words trailed off and you suddenly looked… flustered? I certainly had my answer, and it took everything in me not to giggle at the adorable blush spreading across your face and ears. I squeezed you a little tighter, my hands strategically placed.

“I care about you so much. You are so important to me and to so many other people. You never have to go through anything alone. We’re always here for you. And we’ll do anything to make you smile. Speaking of,” I smiled at feeling you tense with anticipation in my arms as I whispered in your ear, “Would some tickles cheer you up?”

[idiot-mushroom]

just found out one of my abusers are coming over for the weekend, one of the people that i based ttnm splinter on, so this’ll be fucking fun

[mysicklove]

breakups 🥲

[yuutaok]

Imagining Yuuta nation going to collect his body and us forming a seance circle to reanimate him

[stvrlightt09]

friendly reminder that “after you start healing past traumas and come out of fight or flight mode, your body will need a lot of rest. you aren’t lazy, your body is just trying to catch up on the calm it hasn’t received in years.”

credit to @ melissagall on youtube

[ssreeder]

Sreedy, listen

I don’t cry for movies or tv shows. I don’t cry for any media at all. But when Zuko said he can’t do it anymore I teared up. :( he’s been through so much. I feel so bad for him. You’re so evil and I love you for it. You’re a creative genius. I love this story so much. PLEASE give him a good recovery my heart can’t take much more of this. And I’m usually looking for more angst and hurt in fics, but you’re writing is just so raw and impactful. It makes me really understand and feel the emotions these characters go through. I just want him to rest and heal :(

Really really well done! I admire your writing so much. Media doesn’t often make me feel but your writing is on a different level. I just want you to understand that you and your work have such an impact and has touched me in ways nothing else has. ❤️

I love angsty and whumpy fics but jesus. He’s been through way too much. I love and hate it. I can’t wait for everything to get better- the reunions, the healing, the happiness and health. I just feel so bad for sokka and Zuko

Thanks for the kind words, it really means a lot to me because I am so insanely insecure about my writing & I don’t even know why I keep doing it haha! I get so worried about every little thing & ehhh it’s stressful sometimes honestly.

I know a lot of people are worried about Zuko, which they should be! he has had an insanely rough journey this fic but I promise he is going to get the opportunity to heal. This last part is his chance to be around people who care about him so he can feel safe enough to regain his strength and self purpose. Zuko isn’t going to be “better” by the end of the series, but he will hopefully be in a better place than when we first started.

Thanks for stopping by sorry I’ve cause so much emotional distress lol.

[freefolkfightorflight]

Trying not to think about it. I guess my youngest brother got married today. I thought my other brother was talking about Christmas Eve still. Which was the previous text. No one said anything other than this. “Coming?” 🤷🏻‍♀️😭

[romeoisalesbian]

When I was a kid on the beach, I would often dig in the sand and create little tidal pools (they were puddles, but I was little and I was in love with the idea of creating something as scientific as a tidal pool). And just about every time I created them, I would watch as the water took its path and flowed back towards the sea.

More often than not, it would make a lovely dendritic erosion pattern. The little droplets from my tidal kiddie-pool would form their own rivers and waterways, and it would be like I could see the veins of the ground itself flowing into the ocean. Those little water droplets from my little tidal pools created these tiny, gorgeous streams of lightning as they carved and worked their way through the sand back to where they lived.

I often feel so small in a world that is so big. I want to live every day and do everything I can and I am so so small.

But I also know that even the pools of water I made as a kid created something I found beautiful, and I sincerely hope that I, in all my tinyness, can make something as beautiful than that. I want a dendritic tail to follow me as I walk to a place where I feel ok.

[firstdegreefangirl]

Shoutout to the friends who will let you rubber duck your way through mental breakdowns in their DMs and just … wake up to a dozen messages worth of an emotional roller coaster.

Yes, this is about @dramamineontopofme. Sorry not sorry about your notifs.

[supermaks]

Anyone know how I can be in a coma for the Singapore gp?

Why wud u be in a coma for Singapore it’s a fantastic circuit

[catastrxblues]

bridgerton season two 1 2 3 let’s go bitch <33

[suzakus-canon-wife]

I don’t wanna go to the hospital I’m too sad