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3/17/2025 06:49 AM
Hi!
How are you? Hope you are doing great there!
Ako kase hindi ko maintindihan nararamdaman ko lately.
I was lost somewhere. Naospital ako due to my gerd again. Umatake nanaman siya after 3 years.
Yung kapatid ko broken hearted. 1st heart break niya, kung kelan niya ko need dun pa ako wala kase na ospital ako.
Si mama naman nangatulong ulit. Nakakahiya kami bilang anak dahil naturingang graduate at may magagandang trabaho pero di makatulong ng ayos sa pamilya.
Nahihirapan na ako magisip kung pano ko to lalagpasan at tatapusin e.
Gusto ko ng extra income kaya lang wala kong maisip na part time.
Nagapply din ako pa abroad pero wala pang swerte ngayon e
Nagiisip ako magbusiness di ko rin maisip pano sisimulan.
Nakakadrain. Alam mo yung pakiramdam na parang baldado ka pero hindi naman, Pabigat ka sa mga nakapaligid sayo kahit gumagawa ka naman talaga ng way para hindi.
Simple lang naman gusto ko bakit parang ang hirap makuha.
Makawork ng maganda ang sahod.
Makapag provide at mapagawa yung bahay.
Mabigyan ng maayos na buhay ang pamilya ko.
Magawa namin ni bebi yung mga travel goals namin.
Yung walang iniisip na problema pagdating sa pera.
Mahirap ba yun?
Sana matawagan na ko pa abroad para kahit papano mas umokay ang sahod. Umokay din ang sitwasyon.
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I love napping at eork
#grindset #getthatworkdone #grindingthrougglife #imthehardestworkerever #grindgrindgrind #multi-task
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Rampa after Bakuna! 💃🏻 #grindgrindgrind https://www.instagram.com/p/CRGA2GJDgC-/?utm_medium=tumblr
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i really need to make a proper team in genshin
#team? did u mean diluc and 3 normies#diluc is like my only good choice i need to artifact grind and talent grind and grindgrindgrind#i like venti and ganyu and childe BUT AS U MAY NOTICE. THOSE ARE ALL ARCHERS.#i should use my zhongli more#i think with artifacts levelled hed probably be pretty good#also i need to find out how people do like 10k+ damage but lordt i am not brain#lb: genshin impact#personal
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S. O Dorleans on duty 😁🤛🏽👮🏼♀️✨ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #newadventures #securityofficer #grindgrindgrind #believeinyourself #pushthrough #cashmoney 💸
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For being a girl never labeled as "out of shape" or overweight, my upper arm strength has always been HORRIBLE. A month from today I could barely do 5 push ups let alone the 15 I just did with ease. Loving yourself never felt so good
#fitspo#fitblr#fitness#be fit driven#be health driven#muscles#stay motivated#get motivated#progress#pushups#grindgrindgrind
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Dolores was feeling sorry for Mirabel so she took the role of being a sister, this went on for years even her own siblings and parents claim Mirabel.
This is not exactly what you wanted anon but I hope this is OK. Have some Dolores and Isabela angst:
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"Why don't you play with Mirabel anymore."
Isabela throws her hair over her shoulder and gives her prima a haughty look. Dolores hates that. It looks weird on Isa's face. She misses her smile.
Dolores also hates the 'swoosh-swoosh' sound Isabela's hair makes when she throws it like that. It is so loud. No matter how silky and combed the hair is. It's always loud.
"She is annoying. I don't like playing with her."
Isabela's heart makes 'bump-bump-badump'.
The sound of lies.
"Liar." Dolores promptly accuses and she can hear Isabela gnash her teeth ('crunch-crunch') and clench her fists ('rub-rub').
"I can't", she presses through clenched teeth ('grind-grind'). "Abuela needs me to be a grown-up now."
'Bump-badump-bump.'
The truth.
Isa turns away from her, but Dolores doesn't need to see. She hears the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes, can hear the click of her throat as she swallows down words she longs to say but can't.
"I need to make Abuela proud. I don't have time to play."
And she runs away, her dress going 'swishswish' and her heart going 'bumpbumpbump' and her teeth going 'grindgrindgrind'. And Dolores gets lost in all the sounds, in all the hidden meanings, in all the little things she can't hear over the racing of her own heart, until a small hand grabs hers and pulls her back into the here and now.
"Lolo?" Mirabel asks, five and a few months old, and growing older and more aware of the way her world has changed every day. "Is Isa not gonna play with us today?"
Today. Like today is any different than yesterday or the day before that or the days that are yet to come.
"No." Dolores whispers and smiles at Mirabel, whose disappointment is visible in her face and audible in the beats of her little heart and the soft sigh and the trembling lips. "No, but I'll play with you."
She'll always play with Mirabel. Her laughter drowns out the noise.
#I craved Isabela and Dolores angst#That's for the ask it gave me lots of inspiration#encanto#encanto fanfic#disney encanto#answered ask#isabela my beloved#isabela madrigal#dolores my beloved#dolores madrigal#Dolores is a good cousin#Isabela is a good sister she just needs to admit that to herself#And get rid of some of those burdens
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Anon request: tenth doctor, hands, fluff ❤😍
This is something that’s been brewing in my head for a while - a tender moment between Ten and Wilf before the fall.
The TARDIS hummed melodically in the background. She was showing off for Donna’s grandpa, and the Doctor was a bit irritated at her.
He had told her so many times the reasons why he did what he did, but she gave him her usual green-hued disapproval. Still, what’s done is done, and there was nothing else to be done about it-
“Ey, boy,” Wilf said quietly.
The Doctor was lost in thought. Dread pressed into his skull like a vise, and no amount of Time Lord logic seemed to diffuse it. Something was coming. Something big. Huge. His hearts fluttered in his chest. He resented the battery acid tang of fear in his mouth. Lately, it’s all he tasted. He hadn’t eaten in days.
“Boy,” he said, patting his shoulder. The Doctor jumped, and gave the old man a fierce look that made him stumble back.
“Doctor,” he said tersely, and kept fiddling with his hyperdimensional defibrillator – it was acting tetchy at the moment. There was something jamming it, but he couldn’t imagine anything so huge as to jam it. At least, not in Earth space.
“Alright. Doctor,” he said, nodding. The Doctor instantly felt guilty for being so harsh. And immediately after, irritated for being guilty. The old man was basically an interloper in a tense battle between him and the Master, and…
...he didn’t know whether he could protect him, properly. It made him vibrate with despair to think that something might happen to Donna’s grandfather. He had already caused enough havoc in her family.
The man pulled off his red cap to expose a shock of white hair. He cleared his throat. The Doctor saw the echo of Donna’s eyes in his, and it made his throat tight.
“So … the TARDIS. The time and relative-
“-Dimension in space, yeah, mate. You got it,” he said impatiently. He was on the metal grating floor near the center column. His coat spread around him on the floor like a sheet. A sheet that Wilf stood on with his dusty oxfords.
“Ye said before this thing has many dimensions folded into it-”
“Infinite dimensions,” the Doctor corrected, and hit a metal pipe with a wrench. The TARDIS hiccuped with disapproval. Wilf’s eyes widened.
“She really is alive, ain’t she?” he said excitedly, looking around. He didn’t dare leave the Doctor’s side for fear he might get lost, and he didn’t want to bother the tall, mysterious alien, but biology forced his hand. “Ahem, er, d’you reckon there’s a toilet for ... em ...?”
The Doctor froze and looked up at him, his face serious. Again, Wilf took a step back, but the Doctor’s intensity came from guilt, not anger. Of course he needed a bathroom. And how long has it been since they’ve been together? At least two days, and he also hadn’t taken a bite.
“The bathroom is over there,” he said, pointing to a dark portico just beyond the heart of the TARDIS. And I’ll take to the kitchen when you get back.”
His eyes followed as the old man nearly ran to the facilities. He felt so … thoughtless. It was Donna who insisted the TARDIS have a toilet available nearby, and not 5 right turns, 2 left turns, and a stairwell away. The edges of his mouth twitched.
“You say you’ve been around humans for ages, but you act like you have no idea about their little foibles, do you?” she said, hands on her hips. “The kitchen’s a hour’s walk away! I hardly want to go on a bloody hike to get my morning cuppa.”
He smiled. Her voice echoed in his brain, brassy and beautiful.
“It’s an adventure. You can discover all the hidden rooms along the way,” the Doctor whispered, and remembered Donna’s rolling eyes.
“A hike. An adventure. Imagine all that nonsense just to get some beans on toast,” she said, and stomped off, to his delight.
He missed her. And having Wilf around was only pricking the old wound.
Wilf came out, his face relaxed. “Thanks, Doctor. I thought I’d have to ask whether there was a rest stop in the Milky Way,” he said, smiling.
“Are you hungry?” the Doctor said, wiping his hands on the end of his coat and standing up.
“I could do with a proper tea,” he said, nodding. “A bit of beans on toast.”
His hearts hurt.
“Follow me,” the Doctor said, and went down the stairs and into a wide hallway.
“I swear I’ve been poking around the control room for hours, and I didn’t see,” Wilf said, looking around in wonder.
“She knows where I want to go, so she makes the crooked ways straight,” the Doctor said, walking fast in front of him. He took a sudden left turn, and his coat snapped smartly behind him. Wilf had to jog to keep up, but he didn’t mind. He was in an alien spaceship, about to eat in an alien kitchen. He wondered whether they called it something else. Did they have those crazy machines that made food out of thin air, like in the sci-fi shows on telly? Was it gonna be exotic, or weird and wonderful-
They turned again, and the Doctor stopped.
“Blimey,” Wilf said, scratching his head. The Doctor smiled. It wasn’t a weird and exotic room. In fact, it looked exactly like their kitchen back home.
“Donna set it up like she wanted,” the Doctor said, and plopped down in an overstuffed chair with green polka dots.
“Did she just?” Wilf said. “I wonder-” he walked to the cabinet by the refrigerator and opened it. He laughed. “Ha! Baked beans!” It was exactly where they kept their canned goods at home. He looked around at the spacious counters, and spied the bread box. There was a bag of bread in, and not the horrible whole wheat dross his daughter usually bought. It was the plain ol’ white pan bread that he and Donna preferred.
The Doctor watched him navigate the kitchen familiarly, getting a pot to warm the beans, and fetching the cheese from the icebox. He stared in it, and grabbed a packet of raspberries, Donna’s favorite.
“When’s the last time you stocked the icebox?” Wilf said. The raspberries were in perfect condition, although Donna had been back for ages.
“I assure you, they’re perfectly good, as is everything else in there,” the Doctor said, standing and popping one in his mouth. He loved them too. What a funky little fruit – both tender and crunchy with seeds.
“But, how?” Wilf said, closing the icebox and turning on the stove.
“Time stops in the icebox,” the Doctor said simply, as if it wasn’t the strangest concept Wilf had ever heard until that moment.
“What did you say?”
“When you put something in the icebox, it’s as if you’re suspending it in time. It’s a great way to preserve leftovers, I’ll tell you that,” he said, eating another raspberry.
“So … those berries could’ve been in there since...”
“I think they were here since before my regeneration,” the Doctor said, grabbing the whole packet and sitting back down. “They taste like the 80’s.”
Wilf looked at the bag of bread. “And this?”
The Doctor furrowed his brow. “No, that’s all Donna. She loved her buttered toast.”
The beans bubbled on the fob as he popped two slices of bread in the toaster.
“And what do you eat?” Wilf said.
“My metabolism’s different, so I don’t need to eat like you,” he said, his mouth still pink with raspberry juice. “But I could eat like you. I love a good English breakfast. Eggs and bacon and a cheeky sausage? It’s the best,” he said, patting his flat belly. “Especially after a good sleep.”
“But I suppose you don’t do much of that either,” Wilf said, looking at him curiously. It had been two days, and the alien had not stopped.
“Nah,” the Doctor said, tipping his head to the side. “But it’s lovely sometimes. Helps pass the time,” he said, and polished off the last raspberry. He bounded up and stared into the pot. “Tea up soon?”
“You’d like some? I’ll toast more bread,” Wilf said, smiling.
“Might as well,” the Doctor said, giving him his first smile. “It’s dreadful eating alone.”
Wilf burst into laughter. “You know it! So does my Donna!”
The Doctor took off his coat and hung it up in the hook by the door. He wore his usual dusty brown suit. He sat at the table as Wilf buttered toast at the counter. He loved the sound of buttering toast – that delicious bready grindgrindgrind as you work the butter deep into the bread, and way it melts and gleams temptingly on the uneven brown surface, softening it just slightly. He especially loved dipping it in a milky tea, and seeing the butter form glass bubbles on the surface…
Tea!
“I’m make us a cuppa,” the Doctor said, jogging to the cupboard where Donna kept the teabags. “It’s a miraculous thing, tea. Real brain food.”
“I agree. Morning’s not the same without one – or a couple,” Wilf said, spooning the steaming beans on a piece of toast with a couple thick slices of cheddar on them. “D’you take cheese?”
“Nah,” the Doctor said. “Just butter. Loads of butter,” he said, looking over the old man’s shoulder as the kettle started to boil on the fob. Wilf spread a generous knob on a piece of toast, and the Doctor’s left eyebrow rose as he was about to put down the knife.
“You want more?” Wilf said, refraining from a chuckle.
“Yes! It should be butter on toast, not toast with butter,” the Doctor said, rolling back on his heels. “Don’t be shy, man. I’ll work it off.”
“That you will, boy,” Wilf said, and buttered until creamy pools of the stuff formed on the craggy surface of the bread. The kettle screamed, and the Doctor jumped into action, grabbing cups and teabags and milk and sugar and cream and lemon-
Did he take lemon in his tea? He couldn’t remember. It was nice to have, just in case.
He put it all at the table and waited for Wilf to bring them their banquet. Wilf placed a steaming plate in front of him.
“There ye go, boy-er, Doctor. Tuck in,” he said, and sat opposite him.
“I’ll do the tea,” the Doctor said, pouring the steaming water into the large, apple-red cups. They waited a few beats as the water swirled amber around the teabags, then began to prepare it how they like. The Doctor added everything at the table. He hadn’t eaten in ages, and he was suddenly ravenous. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a cuppa. Perhaps a few days. Maybe 3000 years. Who knew.
Wilf watched him manically pour and squeeze and stir in silence as he ate. He was so young. A looker, to be honest. He wondered whether Donna ever thought so too. There was no way to ask now, anyway. The Doctor slurped loudly at his ridiculous cuppa, then started in on the toast. He ate like a teenager, barely chewing. He inhaled the plate, and looked hopefully at Wilf’s.
Wilf pushed the half eaten plate across the table.
“Ta,” the Doctor said, and ate. Wilf waited patiently, and kept his face neutral as the Doctor finished every bit, then licked both plates.
“Hit the spot, did it?” the old man said.
“Didn’t think I liked cheese,” the Doctor said frowning pensively. “But I think I do. Good stuff.”
Wilf sipped the warm tea. “Now that me belly’s not rumbling, it got me to thinking,” Wilf said.
“What about?” the Doctor said, slinging his long legs over the arm of his chair.
“This place – all the stories – you are extraordinary. It’s like a dream, but it’s real. A ship with endless dimensions, and fully fitted kitchen-”
“You should see the bathing pools,” the Doctor interrupted. “One of them has tiny, carnivorous fennic fish – they eat dead skin, so when you get in they tickle you, and you come out gleaming,” he said with a grin. Martha thought it was a laugh-” the light suddenly went out from his eyes, and he seemed to deflate into the chair.
“Doctor,” Wilf said. He waited for him to come back into himself.
“Yes?” the alien said.
“How could Donna forget the unforgettable? I could live a thousand years and not forget even this. Sitting with you here, in this magic box, eating beans on toast. Not in a million years.”
The Doctor’s jaw muscles tightened, and his brown eyes twitched with emotion. He leaned forward and fiddled with the teacup. Then, surprisingly, he reached over and pressed his fingertips into Wilf’s temples. His touch was gentle, and his fingertips were still hot from holding the cup.
Wilf remained still. His long, pale fingers looked so human. Masculine. He wondered whether it was just a façade, like some of the sci-fi shows. Maybe he looked strange and wonderful, and his spiky hair and long, lean form was just an image he projected into his brain-
“It’s not a projected image,” the Doctor said, shaking his head. He withdrew, and stared at his hands. “I really look this way. Now. It might be a thousand years or a day, and I will look different.”
Wilf’s heart was going triple time. “You can read minds?” he said, stuffing his knit cap onto his head, seemingly for protection. The Doctor chuckled.
“A little. Well, yes. But I haven’t been able to read psyonic waves through thin air for a number of regenerations, so you don’t won’t be needing the hat,” he said, pulling it off and handing it to him.
“Oh. Right then,” he said, flushing.
“Psyonic waves?” Wilf said.
“For human beings and many, many other species, consciousness isn’t quite what it feels like. In its essence, your thoughts are electrical impulses shooting off in your brain. And not only that. Emotions. Memories. It’s all stored in your biological computer, and sadly, can be manipulated.”
Wilf nodded slowly. “Biological computer. It makes sense,” he said.
“I don’t mean to diminish the vast and wonderful twists and turns of human consciousness and their capacity for being absolutely brilliant, but … it is what it is.”
“Yeh,” the old man said.
“When I realized Donna was in danger, I simply … deleted certain things from her biological computer. For her safety ... as well as her sanity,” he said haltingly. He felt like he was confessing a crime. He didn’t mention certain protection protocols he might’ve added to her DNA, but the old man didn’t need to know everything.
“Deleted?” he repeated, nodding. “Did it hurt?”
“Only for a nanosecond. A bright burst, and she was safe,” he said, swallowing hard. He missed her sarcastic mouth and her endlessly kind heart. He was so dreadfully, tragically lonely. He had nothing but the beans and toast in his belly and a grim outlook of his immediate future. She would make him feel better by teasing him about his moping. She would poke at him and laugh her laugh and convince him to go on a visit to M’adelixis 7, where they had the best cream floats in the galaxy, and all would be well for a while.
But he didn’t have it. He didn’t have her. And he was tired, no, absolutely exhausted of losing.
“You’re shaking, Doctor,” Wilf said, putting his hand on the Doctor’s shoulder. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” the Doctor said abruptly, and shook his hand off. He wouldn’t be able to hold it together if this man, with the echo of Donna’s cornflower blue eyes, kept giving him a sympathetic look.
“So, just a quick touch and everything’s gone,” Wilf said as he tidied up. He gave the Doctor a sidelong glance. “You didn’t mess about with anything earlier?” He nearly dropped a teacup. The thought hadn’t occurred to him, but-
“No,” the Doctor said. “And I didn’t see much. Just that thought about the aliens on television,” he said, giving him a crooked grin. Wilf walked up to him and took his hand in his.
“Lookit that,” he said, studying the Doctor’s large hands. “Just a touch is all it took.”
The Doctor gently stepped back and put his hands in his pocket. Wilf went back to washing up.
“Doctor?” he said softly.
“Yes?” he replied.
“Donna trusted you, so I trust you. But I don’t need to forget any more than I already have,” he said. “I’m old, and and I live on memories.” He wiped his hands with a tea towel and slung it over his shoulder. “You felt Donna needed to forget, and she has. She’s happy now, and I’m grateful to you. But I don’t wanna forget. Don’t make me forget,” Wilf said, and his eyes gleamed with tears.
“Don’t you worry, old man,” he said, patting his shoulder. “If Donna trusted you, I do too. You won’t say a word about all you’ve seen, will you?”
“Now’t,” Wilf said, shaking his head vigorously. “But what a story I won’t tell. An alien in a box that travels through time! What a yarn.”
“Good,” the Doctor said, kicking the floor with his scuffed sneakers and smiling wistfully. “Good man.”
#dt ficlet prompts#tenth doctor#ten#doctor who#ten x wilf#david tennant#fan fiction#a bit of angsty fluff to make you wistful
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