Tumgik
#but sometimes it does help
capetowncapers · 2 years
Text
Here’s a reminder that when bad or self-critical thoughts set in late at night, often times, the best thing you can do for yourself is go to sleep. It’s often an indicator that you’re tired and feeling more vulnerable as a result. Take good care of yourself. ❤️
23 notes · View notes
gayvampyr · 2 years
Text
this might be a hot take but i actually don’t think humans were meant to know what is going on in everyone’s lives all over the world every second of the day and constantly be available for conversations or collaborations or call-ins for work and texts and phone calls and social media posts without end. i think we were supposed to just help the people around us and spend time with our family and friends and eat yummy bread and berries and relax
72K notes · View notes
rileyclaw · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
girl you gotta stop being a Distraction he's trying to work!!
10K notes · View notes
petscoboba · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
I know this AU has since died down, but recently it's really been helping me look on the bright, fun side of college, so I decided to draw @spectacledraws's (go check her out!!!) Deltarune college au as if it were a fake manga (heavily inspired by the Yotsuba comics)!
For those curious what the title means (which I hope I didn't royally mess up the Japanese on):
別の伝説 (betsu no densetsu) - Another Legend
DELTARUNEの二次創作 (Deltarune no nijisousaku) - A DELTARUNE side-story
2K notes · View notes
scoobydoodean · 5 months
Text
One time I upset samgirls by saying Dean always cleans the weapons. Then they were like “Here’s Sam cleaning the weapons” and it was a screencap from Mystery Spot when Dean was dead.
1K notes · View notes
Text
Of all the theories as to how Carmilla and her daughters found eachother in Hell (adoption, reuniting after they died, one or all three being Hellborn, ect;), I think my personal favorite is the one where Carmilla was either pregnant when she died or later gave birth to a child she miscarried when she was alive.
Tumblr media
But whether or not that’s true, one of my favorite crack theories/headcanons about Carmilla being pregnant in Hell is how absolutely weird the other Overlords would be about it- because let’s be real, they would absolutely be weird about it. Maybe supportive and weird, but weird.
Zestial, nervously following Carmilla around: My darling. My own heart. I beg of thou, please, for just a moment.
Carmilla, still stubbornly walking around in her ridiculously sharp shoes: I’M FINE.
Zestial, who’s been trying to get her to sit down or at least change her shoes for over an hour: 0,_0
Rosie, crouched at her side with a glass of something red and questionable: I’m telling you, honey, just try this. It’ll cure that morning sickness in a jiffy.
Carmilla, curled up on her bathroom floor: …it disturbs me that I’m nauseous enough to actually be considering this.
Zestial comes to her rescue and shoos Rosie out to go make her some (GINGER) tea before Carmilla can do something she’ll regret.
Alastor, gazing suspiciously: Why on earth is your abdomen moving like that? Is something trying to break out?
Carmilla, too exhausted to deal with this: That movement is my baby kicking, Alastor.
Alastor: Pardon? You mean to tell me that one can see that on the outside? Eugh.
Carmilla, glaring at him: You are so lucky you’re not worth getting up for.
- Rosie insists on throwing her a baby shower. Vox and Alastor get kicked out for fighting and are forced to put together the IKEA furniture for the nursery as punishment.
- I seriously doubt this lot can build and work an ultrasound machine, so something like this is likely.
Carmilla, slowly coming to after giving birth: Mmmh…?
Rosie, happily bouncing one baby in her arms: Oh good, she’s up! Congratulations, sweetie. You have two beautiful daughters 🥰
Carmilla: ….
Zestial, who’s gently cradling the other: Carmilla…? Is something the matter?
Carmilla: …there’s really two of them. I thought I was hallucinating.
BONUS:
Fun fact- some scientists say cats have sensitive enough hearing that they can hear babies’ heartbeats within their mother’s bodies.
Husk, staring at Carmilla:
Carmilla, who’s still processing that she’s pregnant and hasn’t begun telling anyone else: …is something wrong?
Husk, ears bristling slightly: h o w m a n y h e a r t s d o y o u h a v e ?
514 notes · View notes
uncanny-tranny · 7 months
Text
I think it would really benefit people to internalize that mental illnesses are often chronic and not acute. Some of us will never be able to jump the hurdle of managing illness, much less sustaining a sense of normalcy. Many of us will never "recover," will never manage symptoms, will never even come close to appearing normal - and this is for any condition, even the ones labeled as "simple" disorders or "easy-to-manage" disorders.
It isn't a failure if you cannot manage your symptoms. It isn't a moral failure, and you aren't an awful person. You are human. There's only so much you can do before recognizing that you cannot lift the world. Give yourself the space to be ill because, functionally, you are.
2K notes · View notes
anghraine · 3 months
Text
It's 11 PM, but one of my favorite little Darcy/Elizabeth moments happens while she still hates him and thinks he's a depraved monster, and I find it really entertaining.
It's during the Kent section, when Darcy calls at the parsonage and finds Elizabeth alone. During a longer, awkward conversation in which they both deeply misunderstand each other, they have this tiny interchange:
[Darcy:] “This seems a very comfortable house. Lady Catherine, I believe, did a great deal to it when Mr Collins first came to Hunsford.” “I believe she did—and I am sure she could not have bestowed her kindness on a more grateful object.” “Mr Collins appears very fortunate in his choice of a wife.” “Yes, indeed; his friends may well rejoice in his having met with one of the very few sensible women who would have accepted him, or have made him happy if they had. My friend has an excellent understanding—though I am not certain that I consider her marrying Mr Collins as the wisest thing she ever did."
So: they are in Mr Collins's house. Darcy tries to re-start the conversation with a polite nothing about the house. Elizabeth agrees about Lady Catherine's micro-managing, but can't resist the chance to make a sly jab at Mr Collins (who is not present) to Darcy (a genuine villain, as far as she believes).
Darcy's reply looks a bit like an attempt to redirect the conversation into safer waters (they can agree that Charlotte is cool!). But although his remark is only somewhat related to what Elizabeth said, I think it's a natural follow-up in his mind because he is also insulting Mr Collins, if more subtly.
He could have praised Mr Collins's judgment in choosing Charlotte or just said something nice about Charlotte; he doesn't. Instead, he suggests that Mr Collins's choice of Charlotte was a matter of good fortune—or chance, as Charlotte herself would say!—on Collins's part. Darcy and Elizabeth both know Collins is a fool and that his choice of a woman like Charlotte says nothing about his judgment, only about his good fortune. (Elizabeth has even better reason than Darcy to know how much Collins ending up with Charlotte was lucky for him, but Darcy can see it anyway.)
Darcy's phrasing gives him some plausible deniability, but I think he's generally quite careful with his wording and the implicit insult to Mr Collins is not accidental.
Elizabeth, I think, takes this exactly as intended. She's not at all confused about where this tangent came from or offended by it or anything. She readily seizes on the new line of conversation as encouragement to keep insulting Mr Collins and his appeal to women with functioning brainpower.
Elizabeth is pretty scrupulously polite in general, so I kind of love that she just starts venting about her absolute contempt for Mr Collins and the Collins/Charlotte marriage to Darcy in the middle of a tense and weird conversation in Mr Collins's house. And I love that Darcy, who is otherwise more or less dog-paddling his way through this conversation, is like "yeah, your friend seems really cool, that dumbass is lucky he accidentally chose someone with a brain."
Elizabeth: "Right? And, let me add-"
(Is it a bit of an asshole move on both their parts in the context of that scene? Yeah, I think a little. I also love it! Please trash-talk obnoxious hosts in their own parlours for the rest of your lives.)
646 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
SO IVE PLAYED STRAY GODS.
I’m on playthrough 2 now and it’s already branched so much and I’ve unlocked new songs and it’s such a delight I’m having so much fun. I’ve also decided Grace has tattoos under the jacket because honestly why wouldn’t she.
1K notes · View notes
stuckinapril · 8 months
Text
what strangers think of me is none of my business what strangers think of me is none of my business what strangers think of me is none of my business what strangers think of me is none of my business what strangers think of me is none of my
Tumblr media
862 notes · View notes
toffeecoco1 · 4 months
Text
Thinking about sqx living his mortal life, noticing odd things. Little things at first: he’ll be searching for some belonging of his, and then it will suddenly appear within grasp—somewhere he’s sure he’s already checked.
Sometimes he’ll cook food, and swear he left a bowl’s worth in the pot. But when he returns to pour it for himself, the pot is mysteriously empty. Often when this happens, something good will happen the next day. He’ll find a gold piece on the ground somewhere, or something he’s been looking for will show up at a nearby market stall for cheap. Or perhaps he’ll come across some lovely little trinket that seems to belong to no one, and he finds himself pocketing it, too enamoured with it to pawn.
One evening, his crutch breaks. It’s late, so there’s not much he can do about it until the morning. He sighs and sets it aside, before going to bed. When he wakes up, the crutch beside him is completely repaired—as if it never broke at all.
He asks the others about this, and they laugh it off. It’s not the first time he’s rambled about strange occurrences.
“Maybe you’re haunted!” One of them jokes off-handedly.
“Yeah! By a hungry ghost, perhaps,” someone else adds.
Shi Qingxuan freezes, his mind starts turning, and his heart begins to pound. “…Haunted?”
~
From then on, whenever he cooks for himself, he places a second bowl across from him. It doesn’t always work at first, but eventually, the bowl will empty itself every time without fail.
Perhaps some day, his hungry ghost will reveal itself.
429 notes · View notes
vcrnons · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
the many faces of hansol vernon chwe, part 2 / ∞
bonus, feat.dino:
Tumblr media
1K notes · View notes
i-am-just-a-girli · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I can forgive my father for all his wrongs against me, if only he had treated my mother differently. It is an echo, of what my mother says, "He may not be a good husband, but he is a good father." How do I tell her that one cannot exist without the other? He will never be a good father. He is not good to my mother.
—Reva
259 notes · View notes
tapefish · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
dont worry about me, got all the luck I need
2K notes · View notes
haunted-xander · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Don't let Alisaie fool you, she is amongst those MOST in need of therapy
320 notes · View notes
kuroosdarling · 9 months
Text
nanami’s larger hand finds yours, fingers interweaving together in an attempt to fill the unforgiving gap between your two bodies. there was something so secure in being connected this way. something innocent and commonly overlooked, but intimate nonetheless.
his thumb starts to softly brush against your skin in his hold, the simple gesture sending welcomed chills down your spine. reassuring and sweet, just another way for him to quietly show his undying affection for you.
but your favorite was when he’d squeeze your hand. he’d always do it while his attention was seemingly somewhere else, but those three little squeezes told you it was always on you.
i. squeeze. love. squeeze. you. squeeze.
and then he’d wait.
at first, you didn’t understand what it meant. didn’t know it was a silent, yet powerful declaration of love. one for you and you alone. but eventually, you caught on. and so you always send those 3 words right back at him, closely watching his face as a small smile spreads across it.
i. squeeze. love. squeeze. you. squeeze
690 notes · View notes