#rough start

[dinosaurwithablog]

Today has been a tough day for the Yankees and their fans. It was announced, today, that the Yankees Ace, Gerrit Cole, is going to miss the 2025 season because he has to undergo Tommy John's surgery. Two weeks ago, they said that he was fine and that he was 100%, but today they said that he's not fine and his season is done before it starts. Alas and alack... A lot of the pitching staff is on the IL for opening day. That includes the Rookie of the Year, Luis Gil. In the beginning of the 2024 season, when Cole was out, Luis Gil pitched brilliantly. He kept the team going by winning game after game. Now Cole and Gil are both out for opening day. Several other pitchers are on the IL, too. It's gonna be a rough start, but the Yankees are tough, and I think that they'll rally and still have a great year!!! I love these guys. They have heart ❤️ 😁😍Let's go Yankees!!!!!

[fuzzyghost]

[from-nobody-to-nightmare]

Chapter 2 Delve into Madness

“I used to think I was afraid of being lost, but then I realized I was afraid of who might find me.”

― Nenia Campbell, Raise the Blood

The red sky rushed past me as I fell unceremoniously onto the pavement below. Everything went dark for a while, or at least it must have been; I’m not sure how much time had passed. When I came to my head rang with what felt like the worst headache I have ever had the displeasure of having, and my mouth felt full of cotton. My body ached something fierce as if it wanted to dissolve into pudding; I languidly covered my eyes wishing the world to go away. Then a nauseating stench slipped into my nostrils; it was gruesome, like organic rot festering under a hot humid sun. 

“Hey! We got a live one!” a voice blared what sounded like a short distance away from me; part of me hoped it was someone to help. “ Get the axe!” That short sentence changed everything in a microsecond. My heart began to race as I tried to scramble to get up. The ground beneath me was slick and every footfall seemed to squeeze the puke-inducing stench from under me.  I gagged violently, but nothing came out, just wheezing dry heaves. I slipped trying to find footing again while retching with my eyes watering over and began tumbling down that putrid-smelling mystery hill. I crashed nauseously into another pile of I don’t know, wobbling out on unsteady legs. The smell was less gag-inducing down here, but it was still pretty bad.

“There!’’ The yelling pierced through my scrambled senses. My panic reignited as saw a group of shadowy figures closing the distance; each of them brandishing weapons that I’d rather not introduce myself to. I scurried away into the maze of refuse I found myself in. I had to RUN. RUN where? I don’t know; my eyes darted eagerly around, looking for any path that led anywhere but back there. I wish I paid more attention to where I was at the top of that hill before I rolled down it. “I guess it’s eenie meenie miney mo from here.” My mind bounced back and forth as I whispered hurriedly “Left, right, left, right, Eenie, meenie, miney, moe, Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers, let him go, Eenie, meenie, miney, moe. And you are not it! Right, it is.” I would like to say I picked a sound direction but I’d be lying to myself as I heard a loud clatter behind me followed by menacing laughter. I turned the next corner a distinct click echoing into my ears followed by an all too familiar sound of thunder. Somebody just took a shot at me!?! The bullet ricocheted off some scrap metal as I ran through the narrow passage and ducked into an alcove hoping to not be seen as they rushed by me without a second thought.  

I wasted no time in running back the way I came to the fork in the path and took the other route. Huffing and panting with little time to think, I listened for the echos of my pursuers hoping that I lost them. My breath was getting more ragged as I paused to get my bearings, gasping for the fresh air that didn’t exist here, noticing that the hills were getting smaller and more dispersed the farther I went. It was a glimmer of hope seeing the long, almost ethereal sticks manifesting into view, my best guess being that it was a chainlink fence. Renewed vigor allowed me to pick up my already weary pace as a bated smile overtook my face with every inch I took toward potential freedom. 

That is until I saw a nightmare from the corner of my eye, converging into full view. What a horrific surprise; one of them must have doubled back to find me. I never heard them coming. I spied the meat cleaver, with its wicked sheen being held aloft and poised to strike. I stumbled back, narrowly dodging the first swing, bleating loudly. 

Wait..… Bleat? Did I bleat? That can’t be right. I heard a grunt as they lifted the cleaver again. Now’s not the time! I’ve got to RUN! My poor attempt at a feint caused the cleaver to slice my arm deep. The pain burned like agonizing fire as I felt it go limp to my side, the blood washed out and down my arm intensifying it like salt to a wound. I tried to lift it a little as I dodged another swing as a trail of crimson continued to drip onto the floor. I pinned the wounded arm to my chest trying to stymie the flow with my already dingy hospital gown, staining it with fresh blood. I turned tail and ran again or well hobbled; ducking around one of the larger piles that was just big enough to cover my head to get some distance between us. The mystery piles became more distinguishable the slower I moved,  trying to sneak around them. My eyes widen in shock…. They were bodies, wait more than just bodies. It was the rust and ruin of countless dead as if this was a massive open grave compounded with a junkyard. No wonder the air was so putrid; I awoke in a dumping ground. A fresh sting of pain brought me back to my senses. Oh yeah, my arm, shit. I glanced back up, trudging quietly to the fence as it became more visible again with each passing step, hoping to find some sort of break I could squeeze out of. 

As if by divine providence, I found a gap held open by rusted sheet metal held in place by the utterly bizarre shapes that constituted the broken bodies.  The metal bucked with a creaking pop, alerting the scoundrel to my location. I quickly crouched down and crawled through the oncoming pain, blood, and tears, stinging my eyes as I narrowly avoided another swing of that terrifying cleaver.

I was out. I WAS OUT!  I panted in relief as I walked down a sparsely populated sidewalk. It felt like a triumph; my first triumph; and then the adrenaline was starting to wear off.

Everything was hurting. I felt my ankles throb in pain thinking I must have twisted both in my escape. I needed to find a safe place first. I trudged onward with no real plan or direction, looking around no one seemed to pay attention or care that I had just crawled out of a dump. I guess people around here aren’t really into helping, sympathy must not be a thing here. Plenty of cars zoomed past me keeping me on edge. I scooted closer to the buildings afraid to get run over; suddenly I felt a deep surging rumble run through me. Its familiar thrum reverberating all over the narrow two-way street, followed by an eardrum-bursting HONK! 

I felt myself take off rushing forward with great force ending with a deeply blinding pain….. And everything went black…. 

[screenshot-thoughts]

"Always start your day with a positive attitude!"

[hinamie]

newest issue of first years fashion just dropped

[my-name-is-moshes]

Journal (Part 6) - Canada / Rough Start

" Rough Start / Tense Up, Covered in Bruises and Debt. Do what it takes to Feel Alive, All the Time. "

[x-heavyisthecrown-x]

[do-you-know-this-queer-character]

Do you know this queer character?

Castiel is Queer and Agender or Genderfluid, and uses varying pronouns based on presentation!

[from-nobody-to-nightmare]

From Nobody to Nightmare Chapter 1

“Never in her life – she could swear it from the bottom of her soul – had she ever intended to do wrong; yet these hard judgments had come. Whatever her sins, they were not sins of intention, but of inadvertence, and why should she have been punished so persistently?”

― Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

The noises from the hospital room grew fainter and foggier with each passing moment, as the anesthesiologist counted backward out of their habit since I was in no condition to move my lips anymore. Utter darkness overcame me as I drifted off into what felt like a dreamless sleep under the bright lights of what I guess was an operating room. 

I woke up to an unusually blue sky above my head. Sitting up gave me vertigo as the rest of me tried to shake off the anesthesia. I wobbled to my feet with bleary eyes bracing myself against an unexpected structure. As the world came back into focus, I focused on my hands. Or at least I think they were my hands. I don’t remember having my skin be so gray or having nails quite so pointy. I stepped back a bit after I noticed that the thing I was leaning on was a rather tall podium. I was engrossed in mild awe at the pristine sight of it. It felt way taller than it needed to be and was capped in gold so polished it shone like a lighthouse beacon on a clear night. “Geeze that is bright…” I mumbled to myself.

My deep sigh was interrupted by a melodic and cheery voice, “Why hello there!” I could feel some of my hair stand on end as I craned my neck up at the source. It was a blond, clean-cut man with the clearest blue eyes I had ever seen, grinning from ear to ear looking down at me, his hands cradling open a massive white book embossed with gold. Squinting, I asked in a cautious tone a question,  as if I didn’t already know the answer to, “Where am I?”

His gentle smile shrank a bit as he looked at me quizzically, but rebounded quickly back into place, “Welcome to Heaven; Can I get your name please?” Befuddled and with my finger to my chin I answered, “Nadia Del Abaroa?”, followed by, “Wait a minute; how did I die?”

As he went through the book whispering off names that started with Na; he interjected, “Judging by what you’re wearing Miss, my best guess is on the operating table.”  I stood silently stunned my eyes burning a hole into the guiled pavement with a thousand-yard stare that could make a snake flinch. He quietly continued to rattle off names to himself flipping through the pages in earnest until the Nad turned to Nae. “I’m sorry. I’m not seeing your name on my list.”, he glanced back at me with a practiced look of apology.

I shook my head like an etch-a-sketch to those words. Hoping against hope and utterly perplexed I asked, “ Does that mean I get to be a ghost? Or, do I get to go back to the living world?”

The nervous chuckle that came from him dashed my already fragile hopes and what came next brought me to tears, “Oooh, I’m so sorry that’s not how it works….” 

My eyes tearing up, “Then where will I go?”

He shook his head in apologetic disappointment, “ I’m afraid you’ll have to go downstairs with the others that didn’t quite make it. Yeah…. so sorry about the mix-up.” A gust of wind began to brew as my hospital gown began to flutter.

I pleaded for answers, “May I at least know the charges?” The wind picked up more and more force as the gatekeeper replied, “ I’m sorry it’s not my department…. I wish I could help you more.”

Those words brought me no comfort as the breeze became a gale pushing me backward. I turned my head glancing behind me as a massive hole in reality shimmered an ombre of reddish hues sucking me into its vortex, like water down a drain. A final gasp in terror rushed out of me as I was swept off my feet tumbling into the waiting abyss. 

“Tisk, tisk, tisk; what a pity. With a look like that, she would have fitted right in.” sighed the gatekeeper as he readied his post to welcome the next visitor.

[thuidiumc4]

Damn fist day back at college, broke my long mirror, ripped a nipple piercing by holding a box wrong (it was only a little bit but it bled and was almost done healing), it’s hot for some reason (and got a heat warning for the next three days to be almost 100), and found out I forgot way more than I thought I had at home

It’ll get better

I also had this weird déjà vu thing with my art teacher, felt unsettling

Maybe it’s because he’s bald

[chirrups]

my favorite nonsense headcanon: winners get silly little marks like in warrior cats

for extra drama: the previous winner gets to decide where the next one's mark goes

[bakedbeanchan]

Drawing from a mini comic where the timeline is reset but Zuko still has all his memories

Minicomic here

[aur0raaura]

Yknow what- you're so right...

[entriesof-mr-sweetface]

Jeezus

I got barely 3 hours of solid sleep, didn’t leave in time for traffic and as soon as I punch in we get a damn helicopter coming in

[catboy-dysphoria]

Posting this as its own post bc I'm so proud of myself for making this