#sending hugs! take care!

[wernerherzogs]

Saw that David Lynch had passed and my immediate first thought was 'oh no, Kasia'. I have no good words, just wanted to acknowledge how this must be for you. Take care of yourself and godspeed with coping with it all. - nameless anon

holy shit..... nameless anon. as i live and breathe!!!!!!!

[springheatedwine]

(There is no pressure on making this request if you're not comfortable or don't have the time/motivation for it) Can I make a request for a reader who's going through a bad patch with their best friend who's slowly replacing them with someone else, and it's obvious that they'll be having a fallout, so Veritas comforts them and reassure them about it?

[thevoidstaredback]

How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have

Waking up to a clean apartment was not what Dick was expecting at all. It was a nice surprise, for sure, but it begged the question as to how long he was asleep for. His phone said that it was the same day, only two hours later, but that state of the apartment suggested it had been at least a day!

He poked his head into the room he'd given Danny to stay in. The kid had ignored the bed almost completely, it seemed, and curled up in the corner furthest from the door with the blanket and his bag. He closed the door softly as he left the room. He hated that Danny didn't feel safe enough to sleep on the bed, but he understood the need to have his back to a corner.

Dick took one look at the shopping list on the counter before opening his fridge. Immediately, he closed it again. The rancid stench of spoiled milk and other foodstuffs seeped into the open room, making Dick rush to open the windows. He added candles and Febreeze to the shopping list. With his pay, he should have more than enough to get everything written down, as well as some things for Danny.

Would Danny want to go to school? Or would he want to take online courses? What grade would he even be in? There was nothing about any of that in the cover story the kid had made up. Did he just not think about it, or had he deemed it unimportant? Either way, Dick would bring it up with him in a little bit. For now, shopping. The kid had done a hell of a job with cleaning up, so it was only natural that Dick would pull his weight in his own apartment.

Making sure to leave a note, Dick locked the door behind himself as he headed down, mentally adding fridge magnets to the shopping list, too.

***

Stepping back into the apartment was like walking into someone else's home. The place looked no different than when he'd left earlier, but it was only just now settling that he now had someone to take care of. Dick was no longer alone in this apartment. He had someone to look out for, someone who was looking out for him.

And how pathetic was that? A child was having to take care of him. He's an adult! He should be able to take care of himself! But, here he is, hopeless. He hadn't even bothered to get off his ass and go shopping or clean up a little bit until a kid knocked on his door and spelled everything out for him in blue glitter pen.

Dick set down the six bags he was carrying on the counter. He completely emptied out the fridge and freezer, throwing it all away. It all had to go. The smell would linger for a little bit, but it wouldn't ever get that bad again, especially now that the stuff causing it was all gone. He quickly put everything away before picking up his phone.

He hadn't called the Manor in a while. Not since- not since Jason died...

He shook his head, scolding himself for letting irrational fear and anger get in the way of contacting the only family he had left, and called Wayne Manor.

After exactly two and a half rings, the line picked up. "Wayne Manor, Alfred Pennyworth speaking."

"Hey, Alfie," Dick knew he sounded pathetic.

There was..something on the other end that Dick couldn't quite pick up before Alfred spoke, formalities dropped and a smile in his voice. "Master Dick, how good to hear from you. It has been a while."

He leaned against the counter, sagging a bit. "Yeah, it has been. I'm sorry, Alfred, I just-"

"No need to apologize, Master Dick, I completely understand."

Did he? Maybe. "That's- Thank you, Alfred, really, but I didn't really call to apologize."

"Oh?" There was another sound in the background, a little closer to the phone, but not close or loud enough to be clearly picked up. "What seems to be the issue, then?"

"I, um," God, how was he going to explain this? "A kid showed up at my door, um, and offered to help me out? I-I couldn't say no to him, Alfe, but- I don't! I-I don't know how to take care of a kid!" The floodgates seemed to open with that as he sank to the floor, his back against the wall. "I can barely take care of myself, let alone a whole other person! But I can't put him back on the streets, Alfred, I just can't. And the things he's been telling me- He's not had an okay life, Alfred. I don't- I don't know what to do."

It was quiet for a moment before Alfred let out a small breath. "You, too?"

"Huh?"

THe question was ignored. "Take a deep breath for me, Master Dick." He did. "Good. This child, how old is he?"

"I don't know, about fourteen?"

A click of his tongue. "Taking care of a child is going to look different for everyone, especially if they've never had to care for anyone but themselves before. From what I understand, he has come to you for safety. He has nowhere else to go, yes?"

"Well, yeah, other than the streets, but I'm not sending him back out there-!"

"I'm not telling you to. If he came to you, he will leave of his own accord. It is your job to make sure he knows he can stay and that he is safe with you."

"I know that, but-"

"Do you have food in your house?"

"I- What? Yeah, I just got back from shopping."

"Good. Is your house clean?"

"Yeah, he, um, the kid cleaned up the place while I was asleep."

"Alright. Does he have a place to sleep?"

"Yeah, I gave him my spare room. What does this-?"

"Then the only thing left for you to do is to make sure he knows he's allowed to be comfortable there. Make sure he knows that it is a safe space for him and that he can stay as long as he likes. From the sounds of it, he intends to take care of you just as you intend to take care of him. Find a middle ground, set up some house rules, go at a pace that works for the both of you. You two will grow into a routine that fits for you in time. And it will take time. Bonds do not grow overnight, especially ones that are meant to last. It will be hard, but that is what makes it worth it."

Dick was quiet for a minute. Alfred let him gather his thoughts, not hanging up and simply waiting. Finally, "Thanks, Alfred."

"You are most welcome, Master Dick." The old man was smiling again. "Oh, aster Dick?"

"Yeah?"

"When you two are more comfortable, please come by the Manor."

Dick smiled, too. "I will. And I'll try to call more often."

"That's all I ask. Have a good day, Master Dick.

"Thanks, Alfred, you, too."

Part 5 Part 7

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[prinsomnia]

astrologer’s mirror🪞✨🌕

[shitpostingkats]

The one thing I'm genuinely upset about with the ending of FFXV is the fact that the boys don't hug after reconnecting with Noct. Like I'm sorry, you just spent the last 50+ hours showing me these characters high five, fist bump, slap eachothers asses, sit with their feet in the others' lap, vault off each other during combat, share beds, sleep together in a tent the size of a mattress, and then told me they have just finished waiting TEN YEARS to see Noctis again, and they don't immediately tackle his kingly ass to the ground???? Mr. Square Enix I'm sorry but you're just wrong.

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Hey all,

If you haven’t yet, please drink/eat something.

[motherofmisfits]

Reminder for those who need it:

It's okay to pick your battles. And just because you can, doesn't mean you have to.

Were you able to talk to the cashier and order your own food last week, but today you'd rather just write it down? That's okay. It doesn't make you an inconvenience. It's the same outcome either way and it's worth it if it saves you the anxiety.

Were stairs easy for you yesterday, but today your knees are bothering you? Go ahead and take the elevator. All that matters is you get where you need to. You're not being lazy. You're being efficient.

Promised yourself you'd start cooking meals but can't find the energy today? Eat that microwave meal. Food is food. The main thing is you get something in you. You're not letting yourself go. Eating is taking care of yourself.

There are no thresholds of struggling needed to justify accommodations or doing something a different way. If it makes things easier, then do it.

You're not lazy. You're not over-dramatic. You're not faking. You're not "chronically online." You didn't lose progress. You're not back at square one or giving up on yourself.

You're brave for doing what's best for you. You're strong for taking care of yourself. You're clever for finding ways that make life easier for you.

It's okay to pick your battles.

It's okay not to do something, even if you can.

It's okay if you are struggling.

You don't have to be "*insert disorder* enough."

You're doing great, and I'm so proud of you. <3

[merakiui]

sending Huggies ur way!!!!

make sure to take care of urself!!!

before I send twst boys to do it for ya >:[

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Thank you for the hugs… I will definitely make sure to take care of my health (but it also wouldn’t be so terrible to be looked after by twst guys hehe)! I slept a lot and got some work done, and my appetite is improving at the pace of a snail even though I can only eat very little at the moment.

Nevertheless, I will do my best to keep my spirits up!!!!! The good news is that I’m eagerly awaiting Skully fan merch in the mail!!! The shameless excuse is very early birthday gift from me to me. ^^;;; speaking of Mr. Graves, I wanted to finish the Skully fic and have it posted for Halloween, but I fear it may not be possible. I’m sorry my timing is never good. T^T

[drowningincaffiene]

okay what the actual fuck is going on in the US?? like im not even from there and i feel SO awful i literally couldn't imagine what y'all are going through, stay safe

[asteria7fics]

Now that I’ve sat with the election results for a little while, I’m gonna ramble about my thoughts and feelings. Please feel free to disregard this post if you are using Tumblr as an escape right now, I’ll be back to my regularly scheduled shenanigans tomorrow.

So I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume that most of you goobers are not happy with the results. I’m also not particularly pleased, and frankly if you are happy then this post is not for you.

When Trump was elected for the first time in 2016 I was in my last semester of college. It was my first presidential election that I got to vote in. I had really, truly believed that there was no way my country would elect that man. Then I stayed up all night watching the results come in. I sat in my childhood bedroom, sick to my stomach, as reality sank in. They really were gonna elect that man.

It really, truly felt like the end of the world.

I drove to class the next day, and instead of having our lesson we sat and talked through our fears. It didn’t change the outcome of the election, and it certainly didn’t change what came from it in the following four years, but in the moment it helped. A lot.

In the following weeks I talked about it even more. I argued with family members on Facebook, and then discussed the impending fractures those arguments caused with other family members. I comforted my LGBTQA+ friends who feared for their right to peacefully exist as they were. I listened to my BIPOC friends whose fears were often otherwise falling on deaf ears in our community.

And now we’re here again. Eight years later, we’re being asked to look down the barrel of the same gun.

When he was elected in 2016 I was shocked. This year, I am not surprised at all. It’s a sad reality, but the U.S. is and has been going through some serious growing pains for decades. Before many of us even set foot in a voting booth.

It doesn’t feel like the end of the world this time, but that doesn’t mean things are always going to feel okay.

What I’m trying to say is that it’s okay to be afraid. It’s okay to be freaked out and concerned for the place you call home. It’s okay to have anxiety about what the next four years is going to look like for us, and especially those of us that do not fit into a very specific, very narrow box of existence.

The best thing you can do is share those fears. Lean on the communities that do accept you. Find the people that understand your concerns or are willing to hear them if they don’t. Protect your peace and stay safe, but open yourself to the people that you can trust. It might not change anything about the outcome of this election, but I promise you that it helps. A lot.

I am an inherently cynical person, so I understand the inclination to give up. To say fuck it, fuck this country that wants so badly to burn itself from the inside out. Fuck giving a shit ever again, when giving a shit has led to disappointment anyway. But I’m telling you right now, that’s exactly what they want. They want the opposition to give up. They want those of us that do not fit into that box to contort ourselves to fit, or to disappear entirely.

Merely existing in the face of oppression is rebellion. Rebellion is powerful. YOU are powerful, and you have every right to live a peaceful, joyful life. Never fucking forget that.

I’m posting the link for the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline again tonight because I want you all to know how serious I am about this. There is ALWAYS a light at the end of the tunnel. Talk to people you trust. Hold onto hope, it’s the greatest power humanity has.

It’s going to be okay.

[awakenthebeing]

i had a pretty rough time these holidays. how would piepoe comfort? (im ok dont worry <3)

[thegreenishhues]

pov: me kinda late at night going to check the tag before bed. “On a scale of one to holy fuck how upsetty spaghetti lemon zesty is my community right now?”

the answer is holy fuck btw (sending everyone hugs and there are blankets and tea over there go sit next to the fire and we can have a group crying session)

[ranaeley]

The first fifteen minutes of my day:

Wake up.

Ask my mother what the election results are.

Cry with my mother for the next ten minutes over the election results.

Get out of bed.

Immediately pass out for the first time in months.

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Welp,

Im not feeling myself right now. My heart rate was around 130-150 (that’s what her blood pressure cup said). I felt really weird and I started to cry. I could feel my heart racing. I was feeling like I was going to die…

For those wondering, a normal heartbeat is 60-100. My epilepsy causes my heart to race. I felt strange, and I was panicking. I entire body felt as if it were trying to be separated from my soul and consciousness.

Maybe it was the 🍃🌿 (Mary Jane) (I vaped. But I’ve never felt like this vaping before. I hope it completely passes).

I’ll update in a bit. I apologize for the inconvenience. I appreciate you all.

[larry-hiatus]

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[triona-tribblescore]

TRIONA YOU HAVE A FEVER 😭😭GET BETTER SOON AUNTIE <<<<333

SENDING GET BETTER HUGS

AWH THANK YOU HUN!! The sooner I get well the faster I can annoy ppl with my silly guy art again uvu