#poor anxious baby

[pyotrkochetkov]

Who don't you wanna sit next to on a flight?

[loganslowdown4]

The team used my prompt of Delicious in Dungeon (great show!) for the Real/Fake Food Anime video I’m dyingggggg 😂😂😂😂

And he got it right so he got the rangoons and all I could think was

LMAO

Plus all the screaming about the wasabi was the funniest fucking thing I’ve seen in a long time, I was cry laughing so hard omg 🤣

[bull3t-f0r-my-v4lentine]

very rarely, luigi will just find himself so overwhelmed with unusually heavy, reasonless emotions. he just starts to cry, and doesn’t stop until he’s safely in mario’s arms (or until he’s got a migraine and he falls asleep in a cocoon like that)

it’s not that scary, but just exhausting for mario, mentally and physically. imagine hearing your little brother crying for hours and you can’t do anything but sit and listen to him

[tornado1992]

A babyfied Tails would absolutely have a Sonic plushie, he never calms down till Sonic holds him so Amy made him his own personal Sonic to hug whenever she or Vanilla babysit him.

[bevioletskies]

tinn & gun + favorite moments (in no particular order)

“Do you think there’s another universe where I’m braver than this? The universe where I’m brave enough to say how I feel. How will he and I be in that universe?”

[memento-morri-writes]

More dnd writing because it's all I have but I here's a snippet from a vignette I did of Rook's past (from Zara's POV), because Rook and his mentors never fails to make me sick (/pos).

[transcript under the cut]

Taking a coin out of her pocket, she rolled it across her knuckles, back and forth. It gave her hands something to do, and prevented the urge to bite her nails, something she hadn’t done in years. Ten minutes passed, then twenty. Zara began to pace as Rook’s breathing grew shakier and the color drained from his skin. Where the hells is Jay? she wondered. The room was so quiet that she could hear every tick of the small clock on her bedside table, and each one echoed in her head. How many ticks does he have left? She didn’t want to think about it.  She’d had crew members die before, of course. You don’t go as many years as a captain as she had and never lose a soul. But all the others who had died had died quickly, in combat. She’d mourned for all of them, even shed tears in private, but there was something different about watching the life drain out of a person right in front of your eyes.

[skizwillsuffice]

Seasonal Depression- a comic

Summer- I’m thriving just like you wanted me to, right alongside the Thing you left behind.

Fall- I’m living as if you’re still here. The Thing you left behind is starting to look just like you.

Winter- I’m feeling warm and comfortable inside my home, but that Thing chills me to my very core, as if I were sleeping out in the snow.

Spring- I’m smiling as best as I can, but the colors that once comforted me now threaten to drown me. The Thing that once stood as my companion is now replaced by your name etched in stone.

The seasons keep flying by and I can never seem to disembark from this track. Does time truly heal all wounds, or was that yet another lie you told me?

This one’s a little more personal for me. I lost someone very dear to me in the Spring and every year I feel as though I ride the same roller coaster. Ten years is still not enough time to grieve. Some days I still have no idea how to grow up or live life without them.

I tried to convey my feelings through this comic. The “Thing” is a symbol of grief. Summer is easy, I feel lively and awake, like I can do anything and pursue whatever my heart desires. There’s still a lingering shadow of the person I lost but I’m happy to let it loiter in my life. Fall is good too, but I think about it much more frequently, and I’m reminded of it more with birthdays and holidays. Sometimes I see things or hear things that make me think that person is there, only to instantly get reminded that they aren’t. Winter sucks ass, I mostly hate it, but there are still things to smile about! It’s cold and I can’t get warm or feel comfortable in my own skin. I’m terrified of loss so I’m anxious about how I treat those around me. Holidays are incredibly hard, but the people I’m with help me a lot. Spring is warm, bright, and colorful, but it’s also a reminder that another year went by without that person, and that I will never get another year until I join them in the ground. Everything reminds me of them, but sometimes it’s not a bad thing. Cherish them and make them proud if the grief is eating you alive. Don’t sit idle for too long.

So, since it’s (almost) Spring, I’m channeling my grief through Emmet. Stay strong buddy, we’ll ride these tracks together 💚

[jrueships]

sometimes i'll think abt a Fandom and wish it were bigger, and sometimes i'll read something from a fandom.. and wish it were smaller

[afaroffsong]

My diary, a year ago: I AM SO SICK OF MUCKING OUT THE PADDOCKS.

Me, today: Girl chill, just imagine doing them six days a week. XD XD

[cityzenchick]

Those moments when ....... your beautiful man has gone down injured during a match (either for City or England) ......... he's in so much pain and obvious distress ......... and anxiously, you jump to your feet with trembling legs, calling out his name, feeling sick and utterly helpless as you watch him receiving treatment, from your seat in the players' box on the sidelines ............

[spindle-and-nima]

I will be a little slow to answer asks and posting because spindle developed an upper respiratory infection and I'm caring for him atm

[likeafairytale]

"There's no one I trust with it but you." - Anastasia to Achilles about the surgery

Achilles shook profusely his head at Anastasia's words. It's been an hour they were debating on the subject, and the man was far away to change his mind. What she was asking... the two demigods knew, for a while now, that Anastasia had a heart defect, what they didn't know was if it was a part of the curse, or if she was born if it, after all medicine wasn't really evolved when they were younger. Achilles was probably the youngest surgeon in town, but also the more effective here, everyone wanted him, and no one else. When he learned that Anastasia would need a heart transplant, deep down he was hoping she won't ask him, but he was wrong.

❛I cannot do that, Tya.❜ He finally said, still shaking his head, which is why Anastasia came closer and softly too his face between her head. All what was covering them was the thin bedsheet between their body, meaning Achilles could easily hear her heart beating irregularly. ❛That something no one ever done before, Anastasia, what if... What if I kill you?...❜ The idea was unbearable for Achilles, who had a cracking voice saying those words.

❛I believe you can.❜

❛You're the only one to believe that.❜

❛It should be enough!❜ She said, quite offended, but an amused and reassuring smile on her appeared, while she passionately stroked Achilles both cheeks, resulting at him closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, when she put her forehead against his. ❛I don't want to leave this world without knowing love fully.❜

The demigod was quite surprise by her words. Love wasn't something stranger to Anastasia, for she was Aphrodite's daughter after all, but she was so skilled to manage other people love that she tented to forget herself in the process. And it pained Achilles, he felt as if he failed. He failed to show her how much she is important to him. Achilles brought her closer to him –at this state, the girl was laying on top of him, and none of them complained about this proximity that they both are used to by now. Passing a hand in her hair, their eyes meet, and Achilles couldn't help but kiss her on the spot. A sweet, soft kiss, full of love. Once again, nothing uout of the ordinary coming from them. Physical contact was their love language, they could go to extreme for that, but who cares? That was their choices.

❛You are loved. Fully. Completely, even. Never forget that, Anastasia Petrova.❜ He said with all the serious Anastasia didn't know he had, and she nodded, before this time she's the one kissing him softly. ❛I will always love you, fully, no matter the life I lives. Do you understand me?❜

❛That's not good enough. Not if you really love me, Ash.❜

❛Tya..❜

He started, and Anastasia brought his face closer, if it was possible, in order for their forehead to touch again. Closing his eyes, Achilles was thinking now. He was the youngest surgeon here, but he had more skilled than any other. He knew Anastasia and her heart problem for as long as he knew her, to be honest it might even be one of the reason he wanted to touch into medicine and surgery, to be able to help, and now that the day has come... shaking his head to come back to earth, Achilles sat in bed, quickly followed by Anastasia with so much hope in her eyes. A long but agreeable silence follow, until Achilles sighed, and all he could do at first is sad smirking and shrugging.

❛My fate is between the hands of the youngest and best surgeon this continent knows, Achilles. You can do it. I know you can.❜

❛Fine.. I cannot deprived this world of the greatess actress after all. When do we start?❜ He said, knowing that he couldn't say no to her anyway.

[gxlden-angels]

I think it's so funny that I stayed mentally in the church for so long cause the pastor would go on and on about how anxiety stemmed from doubting the lord or whatever and I still ate that shit up as if I wasn't constantly shaking, crying and throwing up from anxiety like a neurotic chihuahua on caffeine from like 7 years old onward

[stinkrascal]

i could write a 2 hour video essay on why the stardew valley fandom is wrong for hating clint