#ongoing crisis

[thepeacefulgarden]

If you're an adult...

You are allowed to read comic books. You are allowed to write fanfiction. You are allowed to play video games. You are allowed to collect stuffed animals, dolls, Funko Pops and whatever else. You are allowed to go to cons. You are allowed to cosplay. You are allowed to have a comfort show, even if it's not popular, or hasn't been "on the air" for decades. You are allowed to have anime crushes. You are allowed to have fun. You are allowed to pursue hobbies, even if you can't monetize them or turn them into a career or a "side hustle." You are allowed to take time out for yourself; that's not the same as totally neglecting all your responsibilities to their detriment. You are allowed to write your own life script, instead of following the one your parents and culture mapped out for you at birth. You are allowed to decide you don't want to have children, or don't want to get married. (Or that you'd like to do those things someday, but not today.) You are allowed to go at your own pace, on your own path. You're allowed to have a life that's not all bills and back pain, fatigue and drudgery. You are allowed to play, as well as work.

#adulting #fandom #play #you're not too old and it's not too late #quarter life crisis #midlife crisis #ongoing crisis #self care #self care is not selfish #rest #give yourself permission to rest

[dumb-fuck27]

Look this is just me being unstably confused so please don’t take anything I say to heart I’m not hating on anyone specially just hear me out.

How the literal fuck did we go from playing with bionicles to the destruction of the human race. What the fuck happened between 2015 and 2018? How does a civilization go from “oooo new legos” to 70+ genders, identifying as animals (not furries) trump winning the presidency, a whole continent wide fire, the impending threat of WW3, the fucking bubonic plague, nuclear winter, the sun being fucking angry and deciding to heat up the entire earth another 17 degrees, Russia deciding “fuck this I’m invading a country” only for China to follow suit, Jews commuting atrocities against literal children, the sun is angrier, and FUCKING ALIENS IN THE SPAND OF 3 YEARS?!

WAS IT THE FUCKING GORILA??!!

DID I STEP THROUGH A PORTAL TO AN ALTERNATE REALITY??

IS THE SIMULATION OBSERVER FUCKING DRUNK?? HIGH??

WTF HAPPENED

#shitpost #ongoing crisis #the fuck happened

[atruerooksimp]

Tfw you're in love with a fictional character but you're aroace and you start questioning the meaning of life

#obey me #twisted wonderland #help me #ongoing crisis

[rebecca-lotto]

manic panic hair dye options

im looking through different options online ...

this one is honestly the most appealing.. neon pink..

but there's SO MANY CHOICES BEYOND THAT! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

i DEADASS don't know what to go with .

there's venus envy , a decent shade of green

do i go with the childhood goal of green hair , or do i go full tilt into the goth / vampire look?

like maybe red would look good too? obviously i gotta bleach TF outta my damn hair for the color to be goddamn noticeable but the point is still there

but im gonna go with a hella unnatural shade of red , no natural gingerness for me , my top pic is a bight-ass firetruck cherry red.

either that or go with the exact shade an anime character has

#hair dye #manic panic #ya girl is gonna try & make the best of her #ongoing crisis

[mattsmemes]

#meme #mattsmemes #memes that make you go hmmm #crisis #middle age #ongoing crisis #classical art #my life is a dumpster fire #my life is a mess #called out

[rebbno]

Idk bout y'all but I beckoned in the new year singing auld lang syne to my dog toasting with a mega pint diet Dr. Pepper.

#new year #dog #ongoing crisis #dr. pepper #puppy #cute doggo #this year our resolutions are #attainable #ha that's halarious no they are not

[lavenderfool]

maybe it’s actually time i read twilight

#midlife crisis? #ongoing crisis

[skeledough]

what a lovely woman im sure she would never. say. attack any of her fellow prisoners or anything like that.

#milgram #kotoko yuzuriha #milgram fanart #milgram project #another character is taken victim by my ongoing style crisis #plus lineart only version bc it looks cool IDK!!!

[alackofghosts]

it must surely, then, be very happy down there in your heart. / “yes,” i said. “it is.”

#don't mind my ongoing mary oliver crisis #warrior of light #speedpaint #i draw sometimes #Final Fantasy XIV

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Me: man I’m really struggling with my gender lately and identifying with femininity

Me: maybe it’s regular body dysmorphia bc I’ve gained a lot of weight and due to widespread fat phobia, femininity if often stripped from fat girls so I have nothing to identify with

Me: also I’m really moody and my boobs are sore, but I’m sure that’s unrelated

Me: weird… I’m starting to get cramps…

My period: ✨✨✨ hey ✨✨✨

Anyway, premenstrual dysphoric disorder is real y’all

#cookie speaks #this is what my week has looked like #still gonna get an undercut on Monday (in the middle of my period) #and hope I don’t hate it when my hormones balance back out! #we’re playing a risky game now lads #(the gender crisis has been ongoing for like 10 years I am NOT concerned)

[anarchopuppy]

Mutual Aid Disaster Relief is such a great organization, please send them your support so they can help people in New England affected by the floods

#mutual aid #vermont #new hampshire #floods #anarchist #activism #i've worked personally with MADR in the past and they're excellent people #only organization i know of that tries to not just help people recover after disasters #but build sustainable community infrastructure along the way to help them STAY prepared for the ongoing climate crisis

[thepeacefulgarden]

#your life isn't over when your 20's are #you're not too old and it's not too late #acceptance #midlife crisis #quarter life crisis #ongoing crisis #rest but don't quit

[werewolves-are-real]

Time Travel Temeraire snippet

At first, Laurence assumes he's dead.

It's a natural conclusion. He remembers dying, after all.

He and Tenzing were at a function hosted by Wellesley. They were mostly there to support the dragons. Temeraire had long abandoned them to quarrel with Perscitia in the courtyard, with half a dozen ferals watching like it were a jousting match. Wellesley had laid out his grounds to allow room for dragons and men to mingle, but a good portion of the guests retreated inside to avoid the raised voices of the dragons.

Laurence wonders how Temeraire felt about that, later. About not seeing.

He was stabbed. He barely remembers it – just a quick pulse of pain in his chest, looking down. Red blooming over his coat.

Then he was on the floor. People screamed. Tenzing appeared, grappling with a tall and finely-dressed man; he used a dinner-knife to punch a hole in the stranger's throat, in a fantastic spray of blood, and dropped the body at once to kneel by Laurence's side.

He remembers Wellesley barking orders – bandages, water, a hot knife. Have to cauterize it, he'd shouted. Keep pressure -

But Tenzing never spoke. Just pressed down on Laurence's chest, over the wound, without particular panic. Laurence still remembers the grim resignation on his face; Tenzing knew what was coming. Laurence was glad to have him there when he died.

Then Laurence woke up.

The world sways in a familiar way, a rhythmic motion that Laurence registers on a soul-deep level. He's on a ship. But why? Where is Tenzing, Temeraire? Why would they put him on a ship?

“I think the fever's breaking,” says a voice. A naval doctor, disheveled and salt-stained, with long scars down his bared arms. “Oh, and awake too!”

“Well thank Christ,” says another man. One Laurence recognizes.

It's Captain Gerry Stuart – but he looks different, younger than the last time Laurence saw him, with smooth skin and dark curly hair.

Gerry died two years ago.

“Well, Lieutenant! You gave us a scare – how are you feeling?” Gerry asks.

“It's Admiral,” Laurence corrects rather than all the other things he does not dare ask. He hates the title foisted upon him; but it's at least more comprehensible than Lieutenant, and he clings to that rather than demand where did you come from.

Stuart throws back his head to cackle, though the concern doesn't leave his face. “Still perhaps a bit feverish, I think!”

“That might be the laudanum,” says the doctor, also amused. “Why don't you sleep a bit more, Lieutenant?”

“But where is Temeraire? Or Tenzing?”

“I can only assume you had some very vivid dreams,” Stuart chuckles. “You were babbling and babbling for Temeraire – isn't that a ship?”

“Perhaps the flagship of his fleet,” suggests the doctor, and Stuart laughs again. “Get some rest, Mr. Laurence. Holler if you need me.”

They both exit the sick-berth. Laurence stares blankly at the door.

What?

Laurence pats his chest. No wound. He looks down, startled by the pale thinness of his fingers, his youth-soft skin.

Well; not soft. Callouses cover his hands. But even these patterns are different – hard skin in places where he would hold a sword, or pulls ropes. His hands should be more wrinkled, yes; but these callouses faded years ago.

“Where am I?” he asks when the doctor returns. “And what is the year?”

“The year? 1793. You don't remember?”

1793. Laurence was 19 in 1793. A lieutenant for two years, on the Shorewise.

The doctor narrows his eyes. “What's my name, lad?”

Laurence swallows. His stomach churns; for the life of him he can't remember.

The doctor rushes off to retrieve the captain.

_____________________________

Laurence is diagnosed with brain fever, and partial amnesia. Gerry is horribly guilty about laughing, earlier; Laurence could not care less. He is given strict orders to stay on bed-rest for another week, in hope his strength will recover – and his mind.

Laurence doesn't think he'll have any issues working – he's forgotten many of the people around him, true, but he may never forget the way to run a ship. He's far more concerned with learning what happened.

From all appearances, it is indeed 1793. France is undergoing riots, and declared war against Britain in February. Temeraire has not hatched. Napoleon is probably a corporal or general himself, at this point. If he exists at all. God knows, perhaps Laurence is only mad.

But he doesn't feel mad. His memories are too vivid to be mere fever-dreams. A man cannot dream up twenty years of life!

But neither can a man go back to his youth, and live it all again.

I have a dragon, he thinks of saying. There is no war, because I captured Napoleon – an unknown man who makes himself emperor.

Mad. It sounds mad even to Laurence himself. But to imagine that Temeraire was a fever-ridden dream... Tenzing and Granby and China, all of it...

Laurence doesn't share his turmoil with anyone – not even with Gerry, who checks on him fretfully. After a week the doctor declares him well enough, physically. He's paired always with another lieutenant for the first few days on duty, and his shipmates watch him carefully for signs of permanent debilitation; but aside from a moment or two of hesitance, Laurence competently resumes his duties. The oversight lessens.

Laurence thinks about writing letters.

He thinks about writing to Tharkay's late father, who ought to still be alive, inquiring after his son. He thinks of writing to Prince Mianning, asking about the health of Lung Tien Qian. He thinks of writing to young Midshipman Granby, his unwed brother, his dead father...

Not all of them would reply. But he could ask questions. Could verify the truth of things. Unless this, instead, is the delusion.

Is he in 1793, imagining the future? Is he in the future, imagining the past? Or maybe he is already dead, and this is the reality of hell. He came here burning with fever, and now he burns with fear. Surely that is it's own form of torture.

Laurence is ironically given the task of tutoring the midshipman and lieutenant-hopefuls more than any other duty as the weeks pass; his crewmates still look askance, and the more eager of the midshipman become protective. Laurence remains perfectly capable of command; it is only that he can't help but be absent-minded, sometimes, staring at all the crewmen that pass him like they are nothing but moving paintings. Images of a world that no longer matters.

One evening the midshipmen drag him away to a meal with the other officers. It's a noisy crowd; Laurence would find the friendly bustle comforting in another life.

One of the senior officers, Lieutenant Moore, waves him down as Laurence enters. Evidently they used to be friends, given his notably concerned behavior of late. Laurence can't remember the man, and has a sneaking suspicion he died too soon to make a lasting impression.Moore jostles him when Laurence sits at the long table. “Will! Did you get any letters with the last batch?”

A patrolling gunboat brought a satchel of letters just this morning. “I did not,” Laurence says. He's grateful for the fact. He'd found a few pieces of correspondence in his quarters that he dutifully sent on; he cannot imagine writing a letter now, in this confused state.

“Then you've had no news! Robespierre has gone mad. Madder than before, I suppose.”

“Robespierre?” asks Laurence blankly.

Lieutenant Moore double-takes, as does everyone else around them. “Good lord, Will, please tell me you remember Robespierre?”

Right... Robespierre's reign was brief, but this is when he led France. Some of the things the papers published...

Well, at least Laurence has a well-worn excuse for his ignorance. He plays up his malady: “Yes. I think I recall he was... French?”

Groans of horror mixed with amusement echo around the table. “...Well you aren't wrong,” says Moore, looking pained. “He has styled himself the 'President' of their Assembly, which is some stupid way of being king; the French are all mad about removing and adding words right now. I don't know how they expect anyone to hold a conversation.”

“We should... probably educate Mr. Laurence about the war at some point,” some midshipman mutters. Laurence doesn't recall his name.

Moore sighs again. “Anyway. Robespierre is a tyrant, of course. But he's elected someone else to rule France! Barely more than a boy, too.”

Laurence frowns; he doesn't remember what Moore's talking about. “Why would he do that? Did they capture one of the Bourbons?” Declaring himself regent of a child-prince would at least make sense.

“Well, at least you remember them. No; it is some nobody, a young soldier. Not even French! I cannot fathom it.”

It feels like Laurence has been dunked in ice.

For a moment he can't respond. “What was his name? The soldier.”

“Napoleon Bonaparte. He has been chosen as head of their new heresy, the 'Cult of the Supreme Being,' they're calling it; and now de facto head of the government, too. Must be a priest? I don't know, nothing the French are doing makes sense. I expect his little group will be as short-lived as everything else about these riots.”

But Laurence doesn't think so. “...Excuse me; I'm feeling a bit poorly,” he says, rising on wavering legs.

“Yes, you look it! Go on, we'll tell you about the war later...”

Laurence flees.

#posting bc i have no idea where this is going or if I'll do anything with it #it's just a funny stupid idea #Laurence travelling in time: I have gone mad. I am plagued by visions. God is punishing me for my Sins. This is purgatory. #Why is this happening? What moral course of action can I take under these circumstances? #Napoleon travelling through time: No idea how this happened. Neat. Time to hijack a cult and rule my country even earlier. #basic concept is Laurence has an ongoing existential crisis about his Place In The Universe #but also he is determined to stop Napoleon #who is delighted and fascinated they BOTH came back and sort of indulgently lets him try #basically resulting in Laurence becoming Napoleon's unwilling advisor frantically trying to do damage control in between bouts #of philosophical dread and despair #“Poor Mr Laurence was loyal before the brain fever we swear” #meanwhile Laurence is in France just trying desperately to make Napoleon Stop #etc etc #Temeraire

[soupwalker]

Dana giveth and Dana taketh away

#RIP HAIR STRAND #I understand it’s probably bc of his ongoing identity crisis but MAN #I don’t want to draw the new hairstyle I’m good at the one with the noodle….oh well that’s what Caleb’s for #the owl house #toh season three #toh hunter #the owl house hunter #toh season 3 #the owl house season 3 #toh spoilers #soupwalking.jpg #soupwalking

[jotiko]

no but imagine if Arthur learned about Merlin's magic and slowly came to terms with it and actually started changing antimagic laws and shit ...

and it's a long process and for a while Merlin is his only point of reference when it comes to magic (evil wizards notwithstanding) and Arthur gets used to this

only to later discover that actually not everyone is like Merlin and Merlin is actually a fucking badass and Arthur faces an existential crisis yet AGAIN

I just think it would be so so funny

he'd be like stuck in some sticky situation with some druids or whatever (Merlin is somewhere else, probably on his way to save his King 👑) and Arthur is like "well can't you just do this?"

and is met with "no, it's pretty powerful magic none of us possess"

and Arthur is like "surely you are joking, Merlin does this and more all the time, it can't be that hard"

everyone just looks at him unimpressed "you mean Emrys one of the most powerful warlocks?"

#it's Arthur's 3d existential crisis though the 1st one is kinda still ongoing (it's about his feelings for Merlin obviously) #i just feel like Arthur will fall back on old habits of thinking Merlin is barely competent after he gets used to him having magic #merlin bbc #merthur

[mixelation]

oh no i wrote another reborn au snippet instead of the thing i wanted to be writing. no. why

this one minato's POV because why not. mild body horror

“...and that’s why I’m nominating Tori for Team Medic,” Kushina concluded, hands triumphantly on her hips. 

Minato stared at her, and then stared down at the photographs carefully lined up across his desk. They were… graphic. He was so glad he hadn’t let Naruto play hookey from the Academy to hang around his office today. 

Usually brand new genin wouldn’t have a team medic. They simply aren’t qualified for it yet, and they rarely go on missions where one might be necessary. Then again, brand new genin usually don’t have a mission go so weird they need an extra special follow-up debriefing after the fact. 

This had happened to Team Four three times already. Twice for Deidara’s… art… and one time because Itachi had thought using genjutsu on another Konoha team would expedite their mission. It had not perturbed Kushina in the least. Her indomitable spirit was, of course, why Minato had assigned her this… difficult… of a team. But Tori too? Sure, she’d been in the process of fleeing Orochimaru when they’d picked her up, but… she’d seemed so sweet. So normal. 

Kushina’s eyes were hard and determined as she stared back at him, chin out, daring him to question her. It was a look he’d seen her level at countless Academy teachers. It was a look she’d given her commanding officers right before running off and doing something that got her all the demerits on her record. It was a look that reminded Minato that even if they agreed not to let their marriage enter their working relationship, she was never going to just defer to him if she thought he was making a bad call. 

“I think it’s a good idea,” Itachi said when Minato failed to comment. Itachi, in Minato’s opinion, was having a lot of problems adjusting to no longer being team captain. He gave a lot of commentary any other genin would be reprimanded for. “Tori is more suited to it than Deidara or I.”

“Oh yeah,” Deidara cut in, turning to Tori. “Didn’t you say you used to want to be a doctor?”

“Well,” Tori deadpanned. 

Well, Minato thought, staring down at the photos. A medical nightmare, the medic-nin had said. Only Kushina would come away from watching her student semi-accidentally rip someone’s skin off and then regrow it with a seal she made up on the spot and think: yep, make that girl a medic. 

In her written report, Tori had called the move “a desperate attempt to evade capture via a gross misapplication of the leaf technique (emphasis on gross).” She’d stuck her foot to an enemy ninja’s back with chakra, kicked, and ripped the entirety of his back’s skin clean off. Then it occurred to her they were supposed to port him back to Konoha for questioning and attempted to regrow his missing skin. She’d applied the world’s weirdest shaped seal along the edges of the wound and attempted to goad the living skin to grow over the now gaping hole. This had worked. The problem was that the skin had simply not stopped growing. It was still growing, according to the frazzled T&I-associated medic who’d come in only an hour before, even after they’d removed the seal. They were having to cut the skin back every hour to prevent it from overgrowing parts of the ninja that weren’t his back, and it was rapidly draining the man’s chakra. He required so much ongoing medical attention they couldn’t even stabilize him long enough to interrogate him. 

Kushina was still staring him down with her chin jutting out. Clearly she was defensive of even the nice girl on her team turning out to be a horrible monster. 

“We can discuss that later,” Minato settled on as his answer. “Tori, it is never acceptable to use an untested seal on a mission.”

“It was that or let him die,” Kushina immediately contested. “That’s why she should be team medic, you know. If she’d had something like Mystical Palm, she could have stabilized him in a more standardized way.” Kushina cocked her head at him, the hair framing her face shifting in a way Minato would consider a bit sexy if she weren’t currently arguing with him. “Besides, how many times have you used untested fuinjutsu on a mission?”

He didn’t have a counterargument to that. But he’d done those things as an adult and a jounin filled with experience. Also, he’d never made a horrifying skin-growing jutsu. 

Also also, you weren’t allowed to just bring up things like that to the Hokage.

“I can probably undo it,” Tori volunteered. 

Minato usually took care of fuinjutsu-gone-wrong incidents himself. If the problem had been the seal itself, he would have already gone down to T&I and looked at it himself, putting reprimanding and debriefing Team 4 off for later. But the problem had been something the seal had written into the very biology of the enemy ninja, and so Minato had relegated the problem to a medic-nin team to figure out. 

Minato leaned back in his chair, drumming his fingers on the desk as he contemplated Tori. She did a very bad job of looking like someone even the slightest bit exceptional. She looked like a completely ordinary twelve year old girl, and normally he’d dismiss her offer to help as the delusions of a child overestimating their talents. 

But looks were deceptive, especially among ninja. He’d seen her original seal. 

“Alright,” he decided. “We’ll walk down together.”

He dismissed the rest of the team, leaving them behind in the hallway as Tori scurried after him. She somehow managed to do this with the exact gait of a civilian child. T&I was going to be so upset.  

(“So are you still treating us to lunch?” Deidara loudly asked Kushina.)

The ninja was being kept in a low-security cell in T&I, on one of the upper levels for their underground facility. Tori did not seem the least bit disturbed by the whimpering man’s appearance of hundreds of globes of fleshy, slowly expanding, bloody nodules across his body. Minato found himself surprised he’d expected her to be upset for some reason– she was perfectly aware of what she’d done to him. She’d written about having to pause transport to cut away excess skin when it started to grow over his face in her report. 

Tori asked about if they’d run any tests and which ones, and Minato nodded at the on-staff medic-nin to answer her. The problem with making up fuinjustu on the spot– especially ones that affected the body– was that it wasn’t always clear how they were inducing changes. 

There hadn’t been time or resources for any tests. 

“This isn’t really undoing it,” Tori admitted to Minato, “but it wouldn’t be hard to temporarily stop it. I’ve even tested this one before.”

She doesn’t talk to me like I have more authority than the local librarian, Minato thought with mild chagrin as he sent someone off for fuinjutsu supplies. That had to be Kushina’s influence, or else Orochimaru’s interactions with his lackeys were a lot laxer than he’d have guessed. 

“If we wanted to get really funky,” Tori told him, her face brightening, as a chunin ran off for paper and ink, “we could carve it into his skin, and it’d last longer.”

Minato raised an eyebrow. “He’s already getting chakra infusions. I don’t think he’d be able to sustain it.” Tori frowned. Then because he couldn’t help himself, he asked, “Is that what you did the first time? I noticed you didn’t have any targeting elements to prevent getting yourself caught in it.”

That was on his list of things to tell her never to do again, actually. But he wasn’t used to thinking about this type of fuinjutsu. Maybe it didn’t matter and she’d hadn’t actually been one brushstroke away from growing her own skin all over the place. 

“No,” Tori answered, “I didn’t have a fine enough tool and his blood was going to mess everything up, so I…”

They ended up painting a targeted stasis seal on his back, just enough to keep the skin growth in check while still letting him talk to an interrogator. The medic-nin on standby looked incredibly on-edge the entire time. Minato rarely did surgical seals, and apparently if they screwed it up they could stop his heart, but Tori sounded like she knew exactly what she was doing and could easily describe to him her vision so they could both paint and make it go faster. She even incorporated Minato’s suggestions for containing the seal’s effects to a defined area without him having to diagram it out for her. Maybe he should approve her for team medic…

#i do want to write more about non-tori akatsuki members but i'm still rotating what everyone's About in this au #i think itachi is just having some sort of ongoing existential crisis which would be fun #idk what deidara is doing besides vibing #kushina is going to make this team happen no matter what. yes even if all her cute students are unhinged maniacs #reborn au #my writing