#meaningful learning

[thombyxbe]

4 Healthy Habits for Maintaining Sobriety During the Recovery Process

4 Healthy Habits for Maintaining Sobriety During the Recovery Process

The road to recovery and sobriety is rarely an easy one, but taking the first step means you are on the right path. Staying true to that path can be the most challenging aspect of the entire process, though. Incorporating healthy habits into your everyday life can help you keep a positive mindset and focus on the choices you want to make. Though it can be hard to know what habits you are willing…

[teaboot]

you're so like. inspiring. or i wish i could be inspired. you reblog that post with the blue critter and you're like "im glad i was born on this planet". how do i manage to get that mindset. how do i manage to not want the pain to stop at any cost and enjoy what's still possible to enjoy

It's my first time here and I'm never coming back

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I want to read books I want to write more I want to play the piano I want to sing in key I want to delve into fashion history I want to travel I want to publish research papers and I want to become a surgeon and I’m supposed to do all that in this one wild and beautiful life

[basalting]

"I used to hate it here, y'know, even after I got the suit and became Robin. I'd trail after Bruce, watching him get beaten up and spat on. Back in those days people were either scared of him or they hated him. It's not like how it is now.

"So yeah, I'd see him put so much of himself. So much time, and effort, and blood, into helping these.... small, petty people in this disgusting stinking city. and I'd wonder... What's the point?

"Even when I was helping him do it! And I did love helping him, and I liked helping people, but I was so angry. Angry at Bruce and Alfred, Zucco and Haly, the world, my parents. Especially my parents, for dying. For leaving me. For not being smart or skilled or lucky enough to survive. For making me outlive them.

"I'd be running around, all flash and noise, so it was easier for B to lurk in the shadows and the whole time I'm wondering, 'What's the point?'"

"And what did you decide?"

"Hmm... I decided that they matter. All of them. The small-time crooks jacking cars to keep a roof over their head, the junkies who'd scream at us for putting their dealers away, the people who sneered at us and the ones who flinched away.

"They all matter. Even when they hate us. Especially when they hate us really, because they're just like us. They're all sad, hurting people. And maybe if there'd been a Batman and Robin when Zucco was a kid he wouldn't have turned out the way he did. And maybe by doing what we do I can make sure even one kid doesn't see their parents die the way I did.

"Because it's so easy not to care about people, and so much more rewarding to do it anyway.

"And look, I'm not Bruce. Those boots are too big to fill even if I wanted to. But I understan- understood him, and I've been in your position before. A newcomer to this fucked up, shithole of a city.

"I can't ever replace Bruce, and I'm so sorry you didn't get more time with him. But I'll have your back for as long as you'll let me. And maybe I can show you the things about Gotham he loved while I do it."

"..."

"Damian?"

"That is... acceptable. I would like it. To see what Father found so endearing about this place.”

[originalartblog]

Do you understand how much Dazai dancing means to me

[taylortruther]

hot take but i truly do not believe meaningful feminist education or critical engagement of feminism can happen when your primary method is through celebrity stanning/stan wars. because i think if you truly did educate yourself about any facet of feminism, and critically engaged with it, you would not actually seek it in celebrities.

[weepingtalecowboy]

Immortal shadow au

Fanfic prompt: Shadow is a demon while four is just a mortal hylian

It is likely that he would outlive four several times over

What if he decided to stay with four even in death and protect his grave from robbers

And considering the mess that is four swords palace and its weird unsettling atmosphere

And the fact that Legend fights several shades and other creatures

It would be a fun twist if shadow was the sole reason why the palace is so creepy

Because he had several centuries to train his abilities to kill off any and all people who dare disturb his lover’s grave

And amass the ungodly amount of corpses in the palace

The centuries of not interacting with the rest of the world and the grieving over the hero of the four sword

Is an easy way to drive yourself crazy

And considering the fact that shadow never was truly sane to begin with

Even in the manga he showed how obsessive and cruel he can be if he wants to

Imagine how much worse it would get if he has actual motivation to take his rage out on grave robbers who want to steal the four sword

He would go mad from grief and probably speak with the sword and create copies of four like the four shades

And when Legend had the “joy” to visit him and fight his way through the palace shadow was watching him from the shadows

Because even in madness he can feel the same soul that once belonged to four

When linked universe happens Legend is hesitant to be around the one who has the face of his worst nightmares

The reaction he would have if he met shadow (who looks like the shadows of the palace)

Would not be pretty

And if the chain has to enter the four swords palace and four has to endure looking at his grave

And then see an insane and grievous version of his lover

Yeah ,four isn’t having a fun time in this

Or the chain

And especially Legend

Shadow is psychologically incapable of differentiating between four and the four sword and could very easily decide that both should stay at the palace

And if four still hasn’t gotten his shadow back yet because they haven’t been to Wild's Hyrule

He would probably just prefer to stay with shadow

And when he gets forced to leave at some point

And then when he gets back his shadow

Knowing that he will one day outlive him and all shadow cares about

That would be genuinely painful

[synthaphone]

And here's all of the converted Centibytes together! I had to chop the big image I had into pieces because otherwise it gets compressed to hell, lol

[stormbreaker101]

LIGHTNING MCQUEEN AS A PAGE OF BLOOD

[maedhrus]

thinking again about the edward little death vision of his father comforting him after a dog bite. thinking about how his left hand is the one bandaged. edward little who once held his hand out to an animal that betrayed the trust he showed it, his wound reopening as once again his empathy is exploited

[randomfandomsgobrrrrrr]

you never learn about yourself like what you learn about yourself while watching tma

[god-i-hope-so]

Next time we see Buck and Tommy doing whatever thing they're doing outside, Buck bought two coffees, gives Tommy his, who tastes it with a smile.

Tommy: "Fast learner."

Buck: "I know."

[rudnitskaia]

White Chrysanths for the Swallow

Rocky was waiting for her at the table at the Little Daisy, but this time he was especially eager. Even Ivy had stopped teasing him about the way he lighted up and hummed to himself as he waited for Mau to show up at the door of the café, and just smiled, refilling his coffee whenever it ran out. He almost daydreamed of handing Maura two tickets to tomorrow's musical: of her eyes sparkling, of her taking his hand and telling him he was the best in the world.

But time passed, and Mau wasn't coming.

In those few hours, Rocky had replayed the fantasy in his head hundreds of times, changing the lines and the scenery. At first, imaginary Maura was beaming with happiness, calling him affectionate names, melting in his arms like all those heroines on the stage of a musical theater in the arms of their beloved ones, but every time the fantasy became darker and darker. More disturbing. Mau no longer rejoiced, no longer smiled. Her bright lively figure was becoming more and more dim, and she more often sighed, frowned, did not accept the gift. She asked him to return the tickets, scolded him for wasting his money carelessly, told him some news, one worse than the other, and finally said she didn’t want to see him again. Never again.

It was getting unbearable to sit still, and Rocky abruptly moved away from the table, threw on his coat, and headed for the exit. Maybe a walk would clear his head a little…

“Miss Pepper, I have a very urgent task to attend to. If she shows up on the doorstep, don't let her out of here on any pretext. Lock the doors, board up the windows, show her every fashion magazine you can find, but don't let her leave here until I get back. I'm counting on your wit and exceptional charm.”

The way he looked intently into Ivy's eyes before he left looked almost threatening. He wasn't even aware of the desperation hiding behind that look. But Ivy saw it.

“Don't worry, I'm an expert at this,” she winked at him encouragingly.

The cold air blew across Rocky's face, and he shivered, pulling his scarf over his nose, the same funny skewed scarf Mau had knitted for him last Christmas. Sometimes, like now, Rocky thought he could still smell on it the very same scent of coffee and pastries that wafted from the Venza family's eatery. It didn't help distract him, though. Quite the opposite. After walking a few blocks in an attempt to escape his doubts, he spotted a small flower shop — Rocky's imagination immediately conjured up a lovely picture of Maura cradling a fresh spring bouquet on this cold, cloudy evening and he didn't notice himself stepping over the store’s doorstep. The frail old woman behind the counter put aside the newspaper and immediately chirped, offering him different flowers, and finally convinced him to take a few white chrysanthemums. She tied the flowers with a delicate pink ribbon and also wrapped them tightly in the newspaper she had read before.

“They mustn't be overfrozen. Or they won't last long,” she explained sternly.

Rocky walked back much more briskly. He was warmed by the thought that now he would be able to give Mau not one surprise, but two. Hiding the bouquet from a gust of cold wind, Rocky lowered his gaze to it and pressed the flowers closer to himself… when suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the headline of one of the newspaper articles.

“Shootout at the small Italian eatery Casa di Rondine shocked the residents… a bloody showdown in the neighborhood… occurred on the night… police identified the bodies of two…”

Rocky couldn't remember how he reached the familiar alleyway. How he threw the bouquet to the ground, swung over the barrier tape, and rushed to the entrance — a gaping hole instead of a small blue door. Shards of glass littered the floor, the formerly cozy, cramped hall was a real mess, the furniture was riddled with gunshots. Even the old tabletop radio was now on the floor, shattered to pieces.

“Stop right there!” a panting policeman grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. “What the hell are you doing breaking into a crime scene?”

“I… uh…” in his panic Rocky couldn't think straight, but nonetheless he blurted out: “I'm from a newspaper. Wanted to visit the crime scene myself.”

“A lousy reporter you are, then. Your buddies sniffed everything around here a long time ago.”

“I was just hired today and immediately assigned to this very intriguing case. So…”

“There's nothing intriguing about it. This Bianchi guy…”

“Who?”

“The renter, Augusto Bianchi, if that's his real name at all, apparently had a huge debt to pay someone. And for that, he got pinned down. There was a scuffle in the night, at least four assailants. The two guys we found here have a couple priors, but they're not in a condition to tell us who hired them. The amount of such cold cases we have…” the man hummed and passed his hand above his head. “We've already explained it all to your fellow scribblers this morning. And I highly doubt the landlord would want to tell the same story tenth times over to another newspaper weasel. The only thing he's interested in right now is getting money from the insurance company.”

“And the girl?”

“What girl?”

“The waitress. Who worked here. What about her?”

“Considering how much blood there is, they're probably both either in a ditch, scattered in pieces, or feeding fishes somewhere at the bottom of the Mississippi… both father and daughter, if you meant her,” boredly remarked the other officer, who had quietly approached them, lighting a cigarette. “There's nothing for you to do here, boy. Henry's right — there's absolutely nothing of interest in this case. People might have chattered about it in the morning, but the very next day they'll forget all about it. Go home, don't add to our workload. And quit the paper that sent you here. If your editor doesn't realize that news like this must be broken in the heat of the moment, believe me, their business will burn out faster than a short match.”

Rocky tried to get anything else out of them, at least a little bit, to look in the kitchen of the eatery, to slip upstairs to Mau’s and Augusto's apartment, but the policemen were adamant. On unsteady legs he made it to the nearest bench and collapsed on it, staring blankly into the dark November sky. He could have screamed, could have destroyed everything around him on a single painful impulse, but the emptiness that engulfed him was far more frightening.

His silence was more frightening.

Years would pass. Would flow, as before, from night to night. The world won’t notice his loss. The world won't notice any loss at all. In the place of his beloved swallow house, other birds will build a nest. Freckle and Ivy will eventually stop opening that wound with their questions. And one day, perhaps, he will stop gazing into the crowd, hoping to find among the unfamiliar faces the features dear to his heart, and stop flinching when he hears someone say amore mio. He knows how it happens — it was not the first time. All he has to do is smile and everything will work out. It'll wear off, getting back to the way it was. One day.

But the bouquet of chrysanths will still remain rotting on the cold ground.

[tollsoftheclockwerkbelle]

sega please do not save maria please do not save maria PLEASE do not save mariaaaaaaa sega PLEASE

[defective-4068]

Seeing bucktommy hate in the bucktommy tag really just makes me laugh. It's been canon for what? 10 weeks now? Bro, move on! Find something else to make yourself miserable.

I know who I'm talking about will see this because they probably stalk the bucktommy tag so, this is for you:

Buck and Tommy are in a relationship that IS Canon whether you like it or not, they kiss, they cuddle, they comfort eachother, they go on dates, they absolutely fuck nasty, they ARE boyfriends and lastly, I hope you can find something other than shitting on people's happiness that brings you joy in your clearly sad, miserable and pathetic life.

I hope the rest of y'all have a nice day/night :)

[persicipen]

too asexual to enjoy writing smut, too aromantic to write relationship fluff, too stupid to write long and complicated fics, too unsocialised to write good dialogue…