#dispair or hope

[geareduptom]

I have to head out and Idk when I'll be back online but I thought I'd give ya'll some sneaky peaks for what I'm currently working on

Some Ronpa and Friends fan art It's meant to be poster esc and I have way more to sketch out before I can start lining, but this is how it's going so far I hope it's interesting <3

#ronpaandfriends #oswald the unlucky rabbit #oswald the lucky rabbit #ortensia the cat #goofy goof #Monobulb #mortimer mouse #Chip pinetree #chip and dale #rescue rangers #Ronpa #g.u.t #art #mine #geareduptom #persona #the moon #bunny kids #dispair or hope #let's see

[thebonejunky]

GIDEON THINKS THAT HARROW ONLY LOVES THE BODY AND IS INCAPABLE OF LOVING HER AS WELL. BUT HARROW DID NOT FALL APART AT THE ABSENCE OF THE BODY. SHE STRAYED FAR FROM IT, SHE DID NOT FALTER WHEN THE GHOST DISAPPEARED. BUT SHE HAD TO BRING GIDEON TO CANAAN HOUSE WITH HER. SHE DESTROYED HERSELF COMPLETELY WHEN GIDEON WAS GONE. SHE WILLINGLY CARRIED GIDEONS WEIGHT ON HER BACK CONSTANTLY WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING WHY. GIDEON STOP BEING AN IDIOT AND JUST SEE WHATS IN FRONT OF YOU I AM GOING TO GO INSANE

#like obviously harrow loves the body enough to think abt her a ton and hallucinate her #bit she could bare the fact that the body is dead #and she could leave the body without being plunged into utter dispair half of herself dying with it #this is a dmall part of a rlly big rant i went on in discord i hope this is coherent i havent slept #harrow the ninth #the locked tomb #tlt #harrowhark nonagesimus #gideon nav #griddlehark #NO SPOILERS IM.NOT QUITE DONE W THE BOOK YET

[crazy-maracuya]

Ive always wondered if all this time one angel just kinda gave up

#angels #bible headcanon but its either Michael or Phanuel for me #Michael in the sense that he is lost without the former glory of what heaven was once like. #He is supposed to represent. as a prince and protector. the glory of gods kingdom #but he was able to let a third of that fall (and more possibly with the watchers) #and in a sense he let one third of his own self fall into dispair as well. #Now for phanuel its more related to his title as the one #[who is set over the repentance unto hope of those who inherit eternal life] #i think it would be ironic that with his hope he would come to be the first to give up but through that understand the hardships of #redemption in it of itself #bible fandom #angelology #archangel michael #angel phanuel #idk if its angel or arch but you know depends #on what source

[culmaer]

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#I feel like a character in a narrative #this year just isn't letting up #it's amazing how suddenly and drastically one's fortunes can change #but — #that precise fact is just as much a cause for hope as it is for dispair

[theleafpile]

I didn't have high expectations going into the first episode of The Sandman but was pleasantly surprised.

I really loved the lack of dialogue in so many scenes. It was a smart move to let the actor, you know, act. It provided gravitas. Every movement, every time his eyes moved, carried serious weight. It drew your gaze to him whenever he was on screen, even in the background, to catch any slight motion.

The extensive CGI is pretty inevitable for a show like this, but seems to be done well.

Some transitions regarding time could have been clearer, but it was easy enough to catch up.

It makes me a bit sad for Lucifer, actually. The show we had was fun and perfectly enjoyable, but imagine if the Devil was treated even half as seriously in the narrative as Dream has been in just this one episode.

#the sandman #the sandman 1x01 #i dont know what people are tagging it so thats what im going with for now #the scene with the bird was so heavy I felt his hope and care and dispair so clearly without a single word spoken #lucifer #sleep of the just #sandman on netflix

[reading-wanderer]

A Compendium of Magical Artifacts

Chapter 23: Research Time -no item-

Prompt: Hope and Despair

AO3 Link

[When you get home from work for the day, you immediately move to the kitchen to grab a snack, grab the book and your notebook, and then sit yourself at your desk. Going through your notes, you’re not quite sure where to start. There’s not a lot there, but you hope that one thing will lead to another. Now, which to start with, Amity Park, the Cat Café, ‘Jack and Maddie’, or the castle itself?

Well, the castle was the closest. You should be able to find it on a map, get the address, and then look up public records. Easy. It doesn’t take long to pull up M—Maps on the computer and start at your own address. From there you just scroll out a bit and scoot along the path you had taken for your nature walk.….

That. Wasn’t right? When you reached the spot where the castle was, there was only rubble strewn across the ground. You tried checking how long ago the satellite took the picture, but for whatever reason it didn’t seem to want to load. There was No way the castle had just collapsed in on itself after two days, right? Shit, you still had the rest of the week before you’d have enough time to go back and explore. You could just pop over after work tomorrow though, just to make sure.

Despite the rubble, you can still get the address. From there you plug it into the public records search engine and start scrolling. There’s a record of sale about twenty three years back. When you click on it, the details only partially load— or maybe they weren’t put into the system correctly. You can see the company that sold the place, but not who bought it. Going back to the search, it looks like they got it from Wilfred Meyer, the first owner of the Dairy King Company some ten years before that. Pulling up another tab and searching for the company reveals that they went out of business not long after selling the place. There’s no website for them and you aren’t sure it would be worth looking any of the workers up considering how long ago it happened. Plus, even if they did remember, it would probably be considered pretty rude or weird to call them up out of the blue. So, the castle was a dead end, but the name Wilfred Was familiar. It was the name of the other ghost the author said had lived in the castle.

You weren’t sure if it meant anything beyond the old guy who use to have the place deciding to haunt it after death. Since there was no other sign of them being anything beyond roommates, you write the name down for later and move on to the next thing.

So out of the other three, the Cat Café had the most concrete information attached to it with both a street name and a business name. ‘Jack and Maddie’ were probably a dead end— especially if the author had been talking about not being able to find them. Amity Park was a bit broad, especially without the author’s name. The closest you had to a name at this point was ‘Plazzy’ and you were pretty sure that wasn’t their actual name. You hoped it wasn’t their actual name.

…It looked like ‘plazzy’ was slang in Liverpool for something fake. So it was either an insult or a nickname. Considering ‘Ember’ was apparently a friend of some kind, you were pretty sure it was just a nickname. Of course you had no clue what kind of name that nickname could be referring to, but you wrote down your observation anyway.

Okay, back to the café. You type in the name of the place along with the street name and, thankfully, it comes up as the first search result. You open up the page excitedly and end up spending more than a couple minutes scrolling through their pictures of the different cats. Then, on a picture of a little chubby calico, you see the Free Cat box from the book. It’s a little roughed up, but you recognize the writing on it from the picture and it’s still upside down. Now that you have some tiny seed of proof, you’re determined to go visit. You click over to the reservation page, might as well get some kitty time while you’re there, but then your eye catches on the address. It’s in Amity Park, Illinois.

You’re torn between being excited that your seemingly separate pieces of information have connected and despair because you kind of wanted to see the kitties. That’s way too long of a trip for you to take just to visit a cat café. It’s also interesting because, if the author was writing while they were in Illinois, then why was their book in Wisconsin? Like, having a doorstep implied they were living over there. Maybe it was temporary?

Glancing over at the time, you sigh and decide that that’s enough computer time for now. Your snack earlier wasn’t enough and now your stomach is growling again. Maybe it would be better to look through a few more entries tomorrow to try and see if there’s any more info for you to gleam.]

#Ectoberhaunt22 #EH Chaos #EH Order #Hope #Dispair #reader writes a thing #Danny phantom

[noenee]

It's comforting knowing I can adapt myself out of the unhealthy adaptations I made due to my trauma depression etc.

Like I probably won't ever have a brain state to the me who had never gone through it sure, and it's gonna take a fuck ton of time and hard work and extra help, but I CAN change it bc the human mind is so wonderful because it can keep learning and changing. As much as things are kicking my ass still, all is not lost.

#just a personal hopeful thought i had #you can reblog if it helps give you hope too #this is by no means down playing how hard it is #i literally struggle to basic tasks rn from it but not giving in to dispair is extremely helpful to me

[universal-wills]

“I should make time to get burgers with Sin again soon.”

#[SIN'S ANNOUNCED LET'S GOOOOO] #[i hope that means i will see sins pop up on tumblr] #[need that real bad] #{Let's Begin; (Open)} #{The Diva Of Dispair; (Ramlethal Valentine)}

[ocglaze]

Anne- Marigolds

Marie/a- Also marigolds

Phlip- Chrysanthemums specifically white chrysanthemums

Keith- Aspen

E(Evelyn)- Aster and the white lily

#my unfortunate ocs #Annoying tag #Ressurection/hope #Death/dispair #Death and morning #Fear and distrust #Annnddd #Faith in god and purity (also the virgin mary) #(<- Thats in order btw)

[murdockthenerd]

Ooof man today was something- I can't help but wish I was different. Like this is gonna be a rant but man i don't like who I am or how I am, and I feel like I can't do anything about it. Like I'm just stuck as something less than what I could be- I wish I was different but for now, I'm just gonna settle for being alive

#i have so much pain #and so much hope #my dispair beats in my chest #and my hope rest in my soul

[sapphicmeow]

A Memory, A Hope

A year ends but yet begins as soon as its elder dies, turned to a memory.

A new year of hope, yet maybe filled with sorrows.

Some may lead an extraordinary year while others might find disaster.

But a hope of the new year grips us as old memory fade away new ones are made.

Time to live for today...

#dispair #anxitey #hope #memories #original poem #poetry

[style-nyc]

At 31, I have very little patience. I suppose it’s due to frustration and disappointment with my progress in worldly life…. And probably spiritual life as well. I’m more obsessed with money than ever before, and have no patience for anything or anyone not looking to make it. I’ve stopped dating, and I’ve cut back on how much I hang out. Large in part due to my work situation with I hope gets better now that the strike is off.

My sister is going through it as well. The crunch of 30 is weighing on her heavy and she is doing everything she can to change it but is putting herself through great stress. I wonder who she will be after 30. I hope it’s a happier person.

#sisters #siblings #30 years #old #dispair #faith #hope #real life #big brother #nyc #life be lifeing

[namiswaves]

that was interesting

#limerence #happy #happiness #boundries #leavemealone #hate #love #poem #firstlove #goaway #wwe #hope #dispair #beans #beautiful #blog #space #female illustrators #blogger #blockchain #flowers #digital illustration #crowdfunding #sad poem #sad thoughts #sadgirl #sad poetry #sad quotes #nope

[crossthread]

Man, there needs to be a wealth cap for people who are in any way involved in with the running of the government. Shit is getting way too fucking ridiculous at this point, and we're currently entering a very real dystopia generation like wtf.

#capitalism #2020s #economy #the economy is a dumpster fire #and peoples greed is terrible #im honestly dispairing rn #none of the fucks in the government these days seem to understand how fucking bad it is #most of them are actual psychopaths #the US even seems to be having some dollar store up and coming hitlers #like christ #the world is going to hell #and i feel like shit #cause theres no hope for the future #government #USA #wealth gap #wealth #income #current events

[bumblebeebats]

I've been watching so much Leverage lately while in the grippe of a terrible cold and honestly it's been so soothing in this billionaire-bootlicking day and age to watch a show that is so unashamedly fond of just straight up psychologically torturing corrupt rich people. Like remember that episode where they locked a hedge fund manager in a hospital and made him think he had a fatal disease? Every single ep the client is like "I just want him to face legal justice for what he did to my poor daughter/grandpa/pony/etc :(" and the crew is like "Not only will we do that, we will also find out this bastard's hopes, their fears, their deepest darkest dreams and desires, and rip their whole life to shreds right in front of their eyes while they watch and weep in abject dispair. And then we will give you $2 million dollars cash." Fucking legends. Do Elon next

#and the whole time they have a weird poly thing going on (affectionate) #if you can get past the extreme 2008-ness of the early seasons (which is thus far all I've watched) I do highly recommend it #leverage

[ladysharmaa]

My miracle

Anthony Bridgerton x reader

summary: Anthony’s wife is in labor and it’s not looking good

warnings: mentions of death

“Where is she?” the loud voice of Anthony was heard in the entire mansion. The door he opened slammed into the wall but he couldn’t care less as he saw some servants running his way to take off his coat. “Tell me where my wife is!”

“My apologies, my Lord.” the poor man trembled under the Lord’s menacingly glare, that were just a cover for the worry and fear that was running though his veins. “The Viscountess is in your chambers. The midwife and your mother are already present with her. Shall I inform your brothers to come and wait with you until the child is born?”

Anthony didn’t bother to respond. He quickly climbed the stairs, two steps at once, seeing with wide eyes as the maids ran to his room with towels in their hands. He doesn't even settle for knocking, immediatly opening the bedroom door. None of his mother's stories could have prepared him for the sight that lay ahead.

His darling wife was drenched in sweat, dressed in her nightdown. One hand was on her round belly protectively while the other was in his mother’s hands, who was whispering words of comfort. Her jaw was clenched in pain and it was only then that he noticed the midwife between the Viscountess legs. 

“You!” Y/n screamed accusingly, managing to point a finger at Anthony with hatred. “You did this to me! You will never ever put your hands on me again!”

“I-” Anthony was at loss of words. He knew that his wife was in pain, and looking like she was ready to kill, so he just nodded his head in agreement. He took slow hesitant steps towards the bed, hoping to comfort her without dying. “I’ll never touch you again, my love. How are you feeling?”

“How do you think I’m feeling? I’m pushing your child that inherited your big head out of my lady parts! So tell me, my dear husband, how am I feeling?”

“Like you are giving birth?”

“Anthony...” his mother whispered while shaking her head in dispair. “You should leave the room. Your brothers must be coming to keep you company. We shall call you when the child is born.” 

“I’m not leaving my wife.” was the only thing he said with firmity, holding Y/n’s hand and kissing her soft skin gently.

She turned to him, a change in her demeanor, eyes full of tears of terror. “I’m scared, Anthony. It hurts.”

“I know it hurts. It’s okay, love. You will be alright and then we will have our child with us.” he whispered. A feeling of guilt washed through him. How could he have made his wife suffer through childbirth? “You are the bravest person I know. So so much braver than me and everyone else. I’m so proud of you.”

"I can't do this. It hurts too much. Make it stop, Anthony, please." Y/n cried.

It was only then that Anthony saw the look in his mother. She was worried, exchanging looks with the midwife. And as much as the Viscount would like to also show his anguish, his first priority was to comfort Y/n. "It's going to be okay, my love. Just a little longer, you're being so strong."

But she no longer had the strength to respond. It was getting harder and harder to keep her eyes open and she just wanted to sleep to escape the pain. Between her legs, an increasingly larger pool of blood was forming. Anthony's eyes were wide and there was enormous pressure in his chest. It felt like I was running out of oxygen, and it only got worse when Y/n finally gave in to unconsciousness.

"What's happening?" he whispered, looking in alarm first at Violet. Afterwards, he turned to the midwife furiously. "What's wrong with her? Help her! Do something!"

"Anthony, you need to leave." Violet advised, trying to remain calm for everyone's sake. Anthony was becoming more and more desperate, tears falling from his eyes as he grabbed his wife's hand tighter and brought it to his lips.

"I'm not going anywhere!"

"Viscount Bridgerton, the baby is in pain. You won't want to see what I'm going to do. I promise I'll try to save both of them." the midwife said, taking a small knife and flying it over Y/n's stomach.

"If you need to choose, save my wife's life." Anthony begged, now more desperate as his mother called his brothers to take him out of the room.

"Anthony..."

"No, mother, you save my wife's life!" Benedict and Collin grabbed the man by the arms and began to carry him outside, despite Anthony's struggle. "You hear me! My wife is going to survive! Let me go! Mother, save Y/n!" he shouted before the door closed in his face. 

The last thing he saw was the woman making the cut on Y/n's stomach, who woke up with a jolt. She then let out a scream that would torment Anthony for the rest of his life.

With a cry of anger mixed with sadness, Anthony broke free from his brothers' grip and put his hands to his face. He didn't want to think about the possibility of losing the love of his life. He simply couldn't take it.

"Wow, Anthony, calm down." Collin whispered when Anthony, in a rage, threw a punch against the wall. "The Viscountess is a fighter. If anyone is capable of overcoming this, it's her."

"You don't tell me to calm down, Collin. Not when my wife is in that room fighting for her life over something I did." he cried, jaw shaking and eyes red that only showed the immense pain he was in. He sat on the floor, leaning his head back and looking at the ceiling. "I need her to live."

"And she will live, brother. I will bring a drink, and we will wait together for news." Benedict said, rushing to bring the alcohol when Y/n's screams became louder.

On one hand, each scream was like a stab in the heart of Anthony, who was increasingly pale and looked like he was going to vomit at any moment. On the other, it was the only way to know she was alive.

Moments passed. The Viscount didn't know if it had been seconds, minutes or hours. Things seemed to be getting mixed up in his mind. Nothing made sense, not when the love of his life was in the next room in pain and he was away from her. He had to protect her, it was his obligation as a husband. And he failed.

And then came the moment when Anthony's heart stopped. A baby's cry was heard, and he allowed himself to smile a little. He had a son or daughter. A mini version of his wife. And then he burst into tears when Y/n stopped screaming and everything became too silent.

It was uncontrollable. He cried without being able to stop, making it even difficult to breathe in. Anthony refused to believe that he would have to raise this child without Y/n. Without her affection, her kindness, her love. He didn't want to open his eyes and realize that all this wasn't a nightmare, but reality.

Benedict and Collin didn't know what to do. But one thing was certain, they would be there to help Anthony with whatever he needed and never let that child forget the wonderful mother he had. Then, Violet left the room holding a pile of blankets that held the baby.

"You have a daughter, Anthony."

He just cried more. His body was shaking and he couldn't even look at his mother and the baby. "Y/n... Is she...?" He took Violet's silence as a yes. "Oh god..."

"Enter the room, Anthony. She is waiting for you."

Anthony had never stood up so quickly in his life. He quickly opened the door, stopping momentarily when he saw the amount of blood on the sheets, but the most important thing was Y/n's half-open eyes. She was alive and looking around the room in confusion.

"Anthony? Where is my baby?" her voice was hoarse and extremely weak.

The man fell to his knees at the edge of her bed, and lowered his head to rest on her chest. A feeling of relief spread throughout his body when he felt the rising and falling movement of her chest, indicating that she was breathing and that it wasn't just his imagination.

"I love you so much." he cried, feeling her hands start stroking his hair. "I'm sorry. You were so brave and strong. I'm so proud of you, my love."

"Where is my baby?" Y/n didn't want to seem like she didn't appreciate Anthony's words because that was a lie. He was the most important person in her life. But at that moment, Y/n just wanted to know where her baby was.

"She's right here, dear." Violet reassured with a smile, announcing her presence.

Very carefully, she passed the child into the arms of her son's wife, her smile widening as the little family was finally together again. The new parents had a gentle smile as they looked at their creation, a new love emerging for this fragile human being.

Anthony kissed Y/n's temple. "We have a daughter."

"She is beautiful."

"She takes after her mother." Anthony quickly said, never feeling so much love as he did in that moment. 

He was extremely proud of Y/n admiring her strength and courage. Now, he was going to protect his two girls until the end of his life. Nothing was more important than his family.

#anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x y/n #anthony bridgerton x you #Bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x female reader #anthony bridgerton x female reader #bridgerton x y/n #collin bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #anthony bridgerton x wife reader