#MY TEARS ARE UNSTOPPABLE

[tatakaeeren]

Levi Ackerman | Shingeki No Kyojin Final Trailer

#levi ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #snk #snkedit #snkgraphic #aot #aotedit #attack on titan #torisnkgifs #there simply aren't enough words to describe how much I love Levi and how much he means to me #Im in tears while writing this because 10 years of my life 10 years of unconditional love and devotion for snk will see the end of it #my love will continue forever ❤ #but not having the manga and not having the anime anymore it is something that makes my heart break in a million pieces #for months i've been avoiding seeing making or rebloging content because i was trying to stop the unstoppable...the end is here #and I will never ever be ready #usergojoana #usergokalp #userartless #useraki #userdabiluna #userokkottsus #userinahochi #usermica #tuserelena #tusersky #usersenka #usermoonz #kilruas #userheidi #userhyu

[napstawantstosleep]

No wait cause I thought of something

I found it weird that Dream actually freaked out when Wilbur told him he was going to kill himself with the lava bucket bc... Doesn't he have the possibility to bring him back with the revival book?

That's when I thought, what if the cause of death NEEDS to be Dream for it to work?

Thinking back about it, when he was trying the revival method on boomerduo he was the one who killed them either by hand or by a mechanism he made

Tommy was killed by Dream in the prison and Wilbur got revived from Ghostbur at the same place

This might also be why Schlatt was not eligible as a reviving test

So basically Wilbur cracked one of Dream's revival flaws open by menacing him like that

Wig flawn away mind exploded I am drowning in an ocean of sadness and despair

#I hate having such profound thoughts in the middle of my diner someone help #Also I am once again in shambles #Ever since I joined this fandom my sanity has never been the same #Sadboy hour but make it a lifetime long #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp lore #wilbur soot #wilbur #revived wilbur #revivebur #c!wilbur #tommyinnit #c!tommy #dreamwastaken #c!dream #Listening to 'I want you' by Mitski because that's the vibe I got from the stream many tears unstoppable depresso how is this rp so good #These little block men istg (/derogatory(/affectionate))

[pumaskulls]

me: pixel art is so hard, why am I doing this 😭

also me: -jumps right into animation on my 3rd try-

#my art #my ocs #os: little fang #oc: keahi inoke #pixel art #pixel animation #digital art #bakeneko #LOOK AT MY BABY GIRL BABY #i know this isnt perfect but like!!!! im getting there!!!! by god am i getting there!!!! #as soon as i get a better grasp of this im gonna be so fucking powerful #absolutely unstoppable #this animation frustrated me to the point of literal tears last night #but i figured it out <3

[fushigurro]

i just did a mildly inconvenient work task without getting incredibly overwhelmed and frustrated....... *starts singing 'when you believe' from prince of egypt soundtrack*

#rambles. #THERE CAN BE MIRACLESSSSSSS #i legit had tears in my eyes for a second. i feel so normal....... #that's not even /j or /s like I'M CRYING I'M SO HAPPY I FEEL NORMAL #can you imagine how unstoppable i would've been in college with this shit......

[skenpiel]

wish i was a witch for real that would be so badass. god i would do anything for a magic broom

#legitimately my biggest wish like if i found a genie thatd be the first thing id ask #id be like ok make me a witch i have to be able to use magic wands and make potions and have flying brooms and talk to cats #god. god. god. god. god. god. god. none of you understand how badly i wish i were a witch. #i wish i had a flying bbroom so bad like the rest of the stuff would be awesome too but magic broom is like number 1........... #god i want it so bad. i want it so bad im tearing up /srs #waaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh waaaaaaaaaaaahhhh waaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaahahhhhhhhhhhhhh #i dont care about anything else i had a dream the other week that i had a magic broom #and what i did was fly out at night and overlook the forest where i grew up and then smoked hella weed up there #i was getting LITERALLY wizard high #i wish so badly i had a magic broom none of you could even understand how badly i want it #in the dream i also snuck out by just opening my window and taking flight........ #i wish that was real. i cant leave the house undetected anymore i used to be able to in my old house but now i cant #i dont need it as much anymore so it isnt a very big problem but it still bums me out #if i had a magic broom none of that would matter........ i want one SO BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #i wish i could lucid dream and then i could fly on a broom everyday all the time. UGH!!!!!! #seriously i want to be able to lucid dream...... if i could do that whenever i wanted i would be unstoppable #and also unwakeable. lol #i would never want to do anything else but at least i wouldnt need booze to make me not feel like shit so itd be better still -_- #me and madotsuki r holding hands btw were like the same exact person

[apocalypta-secundus]

Happy Birthday Yun-Yun!

@yumichikah (FOR THE BIRTHDAY BOI!)

Read Mores are for long posts!

Akina and Ikkaku were working hard trying to get a cake made. Of course, Akina was the one to reach out for help with this endeavor. "I have no idea what he likes!!!" Well, she had some idea for the present, so at least there was that. A cake design? Hell no. Flavor of cake? Nope. "I haven't baked a cake for a birthday before, what makes you think I'm capable of this?!" Ikkaku was stirring up a mess. "Well, you didn't say no." There was a grin on Akina's face watching him getting cake batter on the counters. "Probably shouldn't be that messy about it. We're going to have to clean that up." She herself was trying to get the icing ready for after the cake was baked. "I got sparklers off someone in Squad 5!" Yachiru ran into the kitchen and jumped onto the table to see what they were up to, "What's going on!?" "Shhhh!" Akina put a finger in front of her lips, "It's Yumichika's birthday, try to keep it down!" She wasn't one to talk, she was one of the louder people in the squad now thanks to her guitar. A SURPRISE? Well now, Yachiru wanted to help with that! "This place isn't decorated for a surprise party." She looked around at the bare walls and wondered where they could get banners and streamers for this. "I can go get those!" It took her no time at all to run off, so she could go find something to decorate with.

Akina let out a sigh, who else could ruin this? She went back to trying to get the icing dyed for the cake. At least in her mind, she was trying to go for a peacock design. Was it going to work out? Who knows.

"You're missing vanilla and is that salt?" Lyn had cake batter on her finger trying to figure out what they missed, clearly it was vanilla. But was it over salted, or did someone read sugar as salt.

"Wh-" She turned around, and the fourth seat was standing right there. "No way, we couldn't have screwed this up!"

"If it's just too much salt, double the batch. Ain't that hard to unfuckup a cake." There was a shrug of her shoulders, only stepping in the kitchen because of the commotion. Letting out a sigh, she offered a bit of advice, "an' if you want this to be a surprise... don't be talkin' so loud. I can hear ya over some of the squad mates trainin'. Ya're gonna be lucky he didn' already hear ya."

Akina let out a sigh and had no idea what they really could have screwed up and just doubled the recipe. This cake was going to be bigger than she wanted it to be. Maybe they could just make a three tier cake instead of a basic one? So far, this wasn't turning out to be a very good day.

"I told you I had no experience in baking a cake." Ikkaku complained as he finished stirring the mess they had made at this point. "What the hell are we supposed to do with this now, anyway?"

Yachiru would have returned with streamers and banners for a birthday and sat on Kenny's shoulders to get things taped up onto the walls. "Over there Kenny!" She was pointing places out while trying to blow up a balloon. The common room was emptied out, so they could prepare for this surprise. If it even was one now.

Akina started explaining, "In the pans, pans in oven. Then we gotta wait and then ice them after they're cool. Stack them nice and pretty... hopefully, and then try. Keyword, try. To decorate it with the icing, I got all dyed up."

It was starting to feel like a chance in hell at this point, but she was still trying to get this finished up. When was Yumichika supposed to be back anyway? The pans full of batter were tossed in the oven, and it was going to be a long wait til they were done.

After all of the cakes were out of the oven, she started working on stacking them. Now she had no skill with piping icing, but was willing to try. The living did this, right? There were those who did this as a job and then those who did this for a hobby! This can't be too hard, right?

Ikkaku watched Akina stack up the cake, "you need me for anything else other than someone to stir the cake up?"

"I mean, you can stick around if you want and carry this thing out." Though from his tone, it didn't sound like he wanted to. "Or, go find the others and join them for the surprise part." Akina was going to be a while getting this thing decorated. Her skill was in music, not cakes. Hopefully this wasn't going to look like a kid did it.

To him that just meant to head out, so he went to the common room, helping the captain and the co-lieutenant get ready.

Akina was finishing up her work and let out a long sigh, well. It was done and it looked fine to her. It was a cake with a peacock design on it. The cake looked like an amateur made it, but it was better than what she thought it was going to come out. Now the kitchen looked like an absolute disaster went through it. She stuck the sparklers in the cake near the tail feathers she decorated on. "That'll do, I think?"

"HEY!" Yachiru ran in and grabbed the cake with her little hands, lifting it over her head. "He's coming back!" Apparently, a few squad members saw him walking back while they were training outside. She ran out of the kitchen and to the common room with the cake, popping it up on the table.

Akina jumped and ran to her room to grab the present before scrambling back out to the common room with the others. It wasn't a very big present, but she figured he'd love it anyway! Quickly, she lit the sparklers as Yumichika entered the room. And the entire Squad yelled out, "SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUMICHIKA!"

#V: Pink Haired Happy Death Machine; Yachiru Kusajishi (Bleach) #V: The glamourous punk rock Shinigami; Akina Ayasegawa (Bleach) #V: Hear me now; It's unavoidable; I've fulfilled my vow; There's no escape; I am unstoppable | Ikkaku Madarame (Bleach) #V: Gonna tear you apart p i e c e by p i e c e; Lyn Domen!Soul Reaper AU (Bleach) #Captain of Squad 11 Kenpachi Zaraki; Ihm folgt der Tod; Die Welt wird rot #Yumichika Ayasegawa; Squad 11’s Proud and Beautiful Peacock #Squad 11; Everything is pure... POWER #Happy Birthday Yumichika! #This was supposed to be a starter but I ended up making a fic instead... uh enjoy? #This is post TYBW; but I go off my headcanons thanks :') #hehe the divider is the peacock nebula ok

[mindsmade]

ok i swear this is the final change i'll be making to aerendyl but the more i think abt it, the less i can stand having him leave the elemental plane before his physical transition sooo i'm gonna move the eye-for-my-transition deal way back into the past and involve an evil dao huehue

#ooc. #the campaign i'm starting soon will reveal what this dao has planned with aerendyl's eye and/or the one he replaced it with .... #i'm gonna be unstoppable once the dm reveals it !!! #that or my tears will be unstoppable. either/or

[secundo-apocalypsis-terribilis]

♡ >> send me a kink and I'll have my muse rate it << ♡; impact play for all ur bleach ocs, wax play for all ur canon bleach muses

Leyre: Impact Play

scale: fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this

Akina: Impact Play

scale: fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this

Lyn: Impact Play

scale: fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this

Ikkaku: Wax Play

scale: fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this

Shinji: Wax Play

scale: fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this

#🌶🌶Extra Spicy🌶🌶 #Don't look kids it's not safe here. #The Adults Are Talking #V: The glamourous punk rock Shinigami; Akina Ayasegawa (Bleach) #V: Hear me now; It's unavoidable; I've fulfilled my vow; There's no escape; I am unstoppable | Ikkaku Madarame (Bleach) #V: Try to erase the face of our history; keep us under your control; RESIST | Shinji Hirako (Bleach) #V: Gonna tear you apart p i e c e by p i e c e; Lyn Domen!Soul Reaper AU (Bleach) #V: I LIVED BITCH; and have a serious headache- ; Leyre Doro (Bleach) #baiika #Narvi's left out- She wants nothing to do with this.

[stillthesunkenstars]

Hashtag maid day of whatever

#probably insane for thinking his but I think whenever he’s being a bit sultry he’s like 10x more mentally healthy than when hes in the suit #my art #like this guy is so mentally ill whenever I draw him showing skin being a little sexy I cry tears of joy bc he’s not depressed!! #in the moment #Unstoppable force (me wanting to sexualize something) vs immovable object (inherent unsexualizability of brax) #like I still think brax is ace but when he isn’t busy being a symbol (aka in the suit) #I imagine he would do sexy stuff for the laughs #like he also does a lot of quirky stuff for the laughs like mass murder #imo he’s very . shall we say. hashtag random XD el o el #ALSO HE LITERALLY OWNS FISHNETS SIGNIFIERS OF THE VERPHIDIAE CHRISTMAS COLLECTION 2020 RELEASE #should I tag #braxiatel #bernice summerfield #irving braxiatel #sorry #also him dating renée like renée said they never was intimate? but I’d like to imagine that they were intimate at least once and it was #extremely mid for both parties #like bruh moments for renée #suggestive

[postalninja]

Umph. The writing today, it is just good.

#been waiting forever to get to this part #and i think i did it justice #cryptic posts #wip #the head that wears the crown #i shall drink the tears of my readers like forbidden fruit punch #let your sadness fuel me! #I shall be unstoppable! #>:D

[ratcandy]

ok one day soon I’m going to snap and make a 3 hour video essay on a hat in time fucking watch me

#god damn !!! i think too hard #the video would just be ''i love this game BUT'' for all 3 of those hours #tearing into things killing with my teeth going on an unstoppable rampage #ok maybe i am sick . i've been wonderig all day if that's why i am feeling so awful #and usually i get aggressive and i always do ranting when sick which is awful because oh my poor throat oh no #but here we are. rhrhghh. #hrgnn... ghrfff... RRHGHRHGRGRHF GHRHHGG HRR !!!!!!1 #<- me with the hat time writing team #hattytime #if i snap anyway in a second here and you just get a whole long ass rant post repeating shit I've said before one million times. #don't be surprised

[myname-isnia]

Suddenly got this really weird off-putting feeling in my chest that I usually get when I’m about to cry over something, but also with some general iffyness thrown into the mix, and for once instead of immediately giving in to it or getting pissed at my mind I tried to figure out where it came from

Turns out I would have been completely justified in getting pissed at my mind because turns out, the cause is that I thought about a fic concept I was really excited about a few months ago that I never ended up writing because I couldn’t get into the flow from the very first sentence. I thought about it for a whole five seconds and now we’re here. Fucking great

#I need the ability to shut my brain off bc it’s always dead set on making me upset #yeah no shit I’m depressed and passively suicidal of course my mind is my worst enemy. but still. very mature thing to get hysterical about #and like. I barely even tried with that fic. I was riding that Astraphobia high back then #and thought I finally managed to achieve what other writers always went on and on about re: enjoying writing #yeah I know. I spent years writing without once enjoying the process or the final result. idk why I kept at it for so long #so I was feeling genuinely unstoppable and when the idea came to me I was super excited about writing it #but then I wasn’t really sure how to start it or how to even go about describing what I wanted to go down #I typed up a few sentences and it all just felt extremely wrong #so instead of acting like the adult I nearly am and like. leaving it to sit for a while as I gathered my thoughts #or trying out a few other approaches or starting with a different scene and filling the rest in later #I just threw a fit over it and abandoned the whole fic #but I still really like the idea and would like to see it realised. and who’ll do that if not me? kat has her own stories to worry about #so every so often I remember that excitement I felt at the prospect of getting to write it #and how quickly it faded when it didn’t feel as effortless as most of astraphobia did #and how that really felt like the greatest betrayal because it seemed as if the spark I spent so long trying to cultivate and light #was just doused with freezing water right in front of me. by my own mind no less #so… I suppose that betrayal will continue to haunt me still. probably until I pull myself together and write that fic #regardless of the pain and tears it will cause. and I know it will. that’s what forcing fics out always feels like #and I’m saying forcing out fics bc the only time I felt like an actual writer was when I wrote Astraphobia #all the other times I was just stubbornly shoving the wrong puzzle pieces together. or forcing square shape into round holes like a toddler #but regardless. I will keep remembering the idea and feeling like shit over failing at it unless it gets written #by me or kat and it shouldn’t be her job to write fics for me bc I’ll throw a fit if she doesn’t #exaggerated. but the point is there. I can’t expect anyone to disarm the triggers in my brain. only I can do that #and if writing that fic will stop me from getting hysterical at the tiniest thought of it. then it seems like I’ll have to see to it #even if it takes a huge mental load. it’ll be worth it in the long run bc I’ll have one less writing-related thing to cry about #I just wish I knew how to go about it better. I have clear ideas about the main part of the fic but the inciting incident + details evade me #I guess I’ll just have to figure it out. I have to stop saying ‘it is what it is’ and continuing to stew in the self hatred #something needs to be done. and in this case the only thing that will remove the trigger is the fic being written #I think part of me always knew that but tried to ignore it and hoped those feeling would fade with time. but of course they didn’t. #so… I guess it’s never been clearer what I have to do. my fate is in my own hands. one trigger less certainly wouldn’t hurt

[felidthing]

doing the thing again where i get excited about a song and cry👍

#its NOT a ''wow this is so powerful'' way its LITERALLY just 1. i get excited 2. my body's reaction is tearing up #<thats how i am about genloss too. like yes i am insane abt it for the tragedy and whatnot but the reason i CRY over it is becausei get exc #excited #anyways today its unstoppable by motionless in white. because i realized its good for applestrike #posts

[abyssalstardust]

Category five "my rage is biblical" moment

#anyway. [screams and tears out my hair] #felt unstoppably okay and even good for a few weeks but now I'm verging on [SH2 OST] again

[klinejack]

AND EXCUSE ME YOU USE THE SCILES SHOT OF THE 6A FINALE AS YOU STAB ME IN THE FACE??!??!

#HOW GOD DAMN DARE YOU #I AM SO NOT OKAY #:((((((((((( #teen wolf movie #teen wolf movie spoilers #seeing as it just took my computer one damn hour to load 1k frames #im not sure i wil get any giffing done at all in fact #i cant even decide what to do and its all gonna take way too longsdlfkgjdfg #but i LITERALLY HAD A TREMOR PASS THROUGH ME FROM THAT SHOT OF ROSCOE #that music started playing in my head the sting of tears unstoppable i am never going to heal am i.. never

[plounce]

researching stuff for a post about misinformation regarding girl scout cookies and man this article (10/28/23) about this palestinian-american girl scout nearly made me burst into tears

In her short 17 years on earth, Amira Ismail had never been called a baby killer.

That’s what happened one Friday this month, Amira said, on New York City’s Q58 bus, which runs through central Queens.

“This lady looked at me, and she was like: ‘You’re disgusting. You’re a baby killer. You’re an antisemite,’” Amira told me. When she talked about this incident, her signature spunk faded. “I just kept saying, ‘That’s not true,’” she said. “I was just on my way to school. I was just wearing my hijab.”

Amira was born in Queens in the years after the Sept. 11 attacks. She remembers participating as a child in demonstrations at City Hall as part of a successful movement to make Eid al-Fitr and Eid al-Adha school holidays in New York City.

But since the Oct. 7 attack by Hamas, in which an estimated 1,400 Israelis were killed and some 200 others were kidnapped, Amira, who is Palestinian American, said she has experienced for the first time the full fury of Islamophobia and racism that her older relatives and friends have told stories about all her life. Throughout the city, in fact, there has been an increase in both anti-Muslim and antisemitic attacks.

In heavily Muslim parts of Queens, she said, police officers are suddenly everywhere, asking for identification and stopping and frisking Muslim men. (New York City has stepped up its police presence around both Muslim and Jewish neighborhoods and sites within the five boroughs.) Most painful though, she said, is the sense that she and her peers are getting that Palestinian lives do not matter, as they watch the United States staunchly back Israel as it heads into war.

“It can’t go unrecognized, the thousands of Palestinians that have been murdered in the past two weeks and even more the past 75 years,” Amira said. “There’s no way you can erase that.” That does not mean she is antisemitic, she said. “How can I denounce one system of oppression without denouncing another?” she asked me. The pain in her usually buoyant voice cut through me. I had no answer for her.

Many New York City kids have a worldliness about them, a certain telltale moxie. Amira, a joyful, sneaker-wearing, self-described “Queens kid,” can seem unstoppable.

When she was just 15, Amira helped topple a major mayoral campaign in America’s largest city, writing a letter accusing the ultraprogressive candidate Dianne Morales of having violated child labor laws while purporting to champion the working class in New York.

“My life and my extremely bright future as a 15-year-old activist will not be defined by the failures and harm enabled by Dianne Morales,” Amira wrote in the 2021 letter, which went viral and helped end Ms. Morales’s campaign. “I wrote my college essay about that,” Amira told me with a slightly mischievous smile.

In the past two years, Amira has become a veteran organizer. Last weekend, she joined an antiwar protest. First, though, she’ll have to work on earning her latest Girl Scout badge, this one for photography. That will mean satisfying her mother, Abier Rayan, who happens to be Troop 4179’s leader. “She’s tough,” Amira assured me.

At a meeting of the Muslim Girl Scouts of Astoria last week, a young woman bounded into the room, asking whether her fellow scouts had secured tickets to an Olivia Rodrigo concert. “She’s the Taylor Swift of our generation,” the scout turned to me to explain.

A group of younger girls recited the Girl Scout Law:

“I will do my best to be honest and fair, friendly and helpful, considerate and caring, courageous and strong, and responsible for what I say and do, and to respect myself and others, respect authority, use resources wisely, make the world a better place and be a sister to every Girl Scout.”

Amira’s mother carefully inspected the work of some of the younger scouts; she wore a blue Girl Scouts U.S.A. vest, filled with colorful badges, and a hot-pink hijab. “It’s no conflict at all,” Ms. Rayan told me of Islam and the Girl Scouts. “You want a strong Muslim American girl.”

At the Girl Scouts meeting, Amira and her friends discussed their plans to protest the war in Gaza. “Protests are where you let go of your anger,” Amira told me.

Amira’s mother was born in Egypt. In 1948, Ms. Rayan told me, her grandfather lost his home and land in Jaffa to the state of Israel. At the Girl Scout meeting, Ms. Rayan was still waiting for word that relatives in Gaza were safe.

“There’s been no communication,” she said. When I asked about Amira, Ms. Rayan’s eyes brightened. “I’m really proud of her,” she said. “You have to be strong. You don’t know where you’re going to be tomorrow.”

By Monday, word had reached Ms. Rayan that her relatives had been killed as Israel bombed Gaza City. When I asked whom she had lost, Ms. Rayan replied: “All of them. There’s no one left.” Thousands of Palestinians are estimated to have been killed by Israeli airstrikes in Gaza in recent weeks. ... Ms. Rayan said those killed in her family included six cousins and their children, who were as young as 2. Other relatives living abroad told her the cousins died beneath the rubble of their home.

As Ms. Rayan spoke, I saw Amira’s young face. I wondered how long this bright, spirited Queens kid could keep her fire for what I believe John Lewis would have called “good trouble” in a world that seems hellbent on snuffing it out. I worried about how she would finish her college applications.

“I have a lot of angry emotions at the ones in charge,” Amira told me days ago, speaking for so many human beings around the world in this dark time.

I thought about what I had seen over that weekend in Brooklyn, where thousands gathered in the Bay Ridge neighborhood, the home of many Arab Americans, to protest the war. In this part of the city, people of many backgrounds carried Palestinian flags through the street. Large groups of police officers gathered on every corner, watching them go by.

The crowd was large but quiet when Amira waded in, picked up her megaphone and called for Palestinian liberation. In an instant, thousands of New Yorkers repeated after her, filling the Brooklyn street with their voices. My prayer is that Amira’s generation of leaders will leave a better world than the one it has been given.

i believe she recently got her gold award (which, if youve never been in girl scouts, is really difficult - way more difficult than eagle scout awards), or is almost done with it. i hope she's doing okay.

this article (no paywall) about muslim and palestinian girl scout troops in socal also almost made me cry (it's like 2am). i really really hope all these kids are doing alright. god. they and their families all deserve so much better

#chirps