#I don't wanna be healthy

[dont-read-this-im-dead]

Doctor: try to eat more greens. They should help with your endometriosis symptoms.

Me: I hate greens.

Doctor: if you put them in a smoothie, you can add fruits to it and it helps with the taste.

Me, after a week of drinking green smoothies: well, whaddya know? I actually feel better.

Also me: I still hate greens.

[bernard-the-rabbit]

"Azula was born lucky. You were lucky to be born"

[cocoapowderpictures]

Trapped.

Hello again, Wish Rewrite fandom! Last night, I spontaneously decided to create another piece of fanart for the amazing @oh-shtars's RFTS!AU. I was hesitant about posting it because I wasn't entirely happy with how it turned out, but I spent so much time on it that I figured I'd share it anyway.

I was incredibly inspired by the latest RFTS!AU lore drop, which delved deeper into Sueño's mindset while he was trapped with the royal couple. Flicker, your angst always hits me hard (in a good way). The victim-blaming Sueño endured was especially impactful. I aimed to capture that in my piece, particularly by highlighting the cuffs around his wrists. I think it was mentioned that these cuffs were an extra safety precaution that prevented Sueño from leaving Rosas, making it easier to recapture him. Having such a visible symbol of powerlessness on his wrists must have been pretty hard on his psyche.

I also originally had a starry night background, but then I remembered a piece of lore from a while back, which mentioned that Magnifico kept the nights cloudy so the other stars from the Astral Realm couldn't reach Sueño.

Alright, that's all for now. Maybe I'll get around to drawing the other characters from the RFTS!AU (and some other Wish Rewrite AUs) as well. Toodles!

[oriixxc]

Magistrate Astarion (None of those shits happened version)

[yondamoegi]

Did stretches twice today

And with profound sadness I must report, they do help making your body easier to move

[agnesandhilda]

kaiser ditching ness is sad for him yes but ness now has the opportunity to do the funniest thing ever

[painfullyprickedandticked]

remember stolitz nation that in an alternate universe we're crying over verosika and stella's breakup and apology tour

[cerise-on-top]

This is a vent piece. My psychosis got far worse again today, and my anxiety has been peaking each day for the past two weeks now. Pretty sure no one's going to read this, but I don't care. I wrote this with Price in mind, but this could be about anyone.

TW: graphic metaphors of violence, reader is psychotic and going through an episode, I think

What a beautiful day it was. The sun, at its zenith, brought a pleasant temperature with it. Any creature, capable of feeling both pleasure and warmth, would yearn for a nap underneath its rays. The sky, such a radiant blue, glorious in its pulchritude, made for the ideal day to go outside. Wherever one were to look, a human and its companions were close by, smiling at each other, cracking jokes. Some were enjoying lovely meals, others were indulging in sports. But many agreed, such a day had to be lived. Stormy clouds would come soon enough as they were, bringing an end to this reign of cheer. However, such thoughts couldn’t have been further away from the masses.

So, why were you stuck at home, bearing the curse of a headache no one had ever understood? This echo of a pain, it had only ever brought you suffering. Gripping your hair in your hands, you fought a war with yourself to not bash your head against the wall. The urge, ever so strong, was taking a hold of you, but you dared not let it win, for the consequences were dire enough to scare you into dominance over your mental illness. It was an unbearable pain, unlike anything you could ever have experienced normally. And yet, you’ve been living like this for the past few years now. It brought you to your knees as your breathing was uneven. Sharp breaths, deep breaths, were you even breathing at all? Even the voice in your head was concerned, trying to soothe you. Why wouldn’t the pain go away? Why couldn’t you have been normal?

Promises of aid in your darkest times came to mind, but the fear of burdening your loved ones broke each and every one of them. You wanted to swing your head violently around, making sure to break your skull, the splinters in your brain drowning out the pain that currently was. You couldn’t make it through this alone, but you had to. You were scared, alone, but you were a warrior, fighting for survival. If anyone ever knew how much agony you were in, they’d point and laugh at you. Your breathing sped up as you lowered your head to the floor. The cold wood did nothing to alleviate the torture you went through. You wanted to bite away at your own skin, gnawing at your bones so the physical pain would overshadow the mental one. You clutched your head, horrid images of flesh and bone crossing your mind. What did you do? And why did you deserve this? Picking at your skin, cutting away the flesh to reveal what’s inside, tearing open your body. You didn’t want this.

But somehow, a hand was placed on your back. As warm as the sun, as meaningful as the first nice day after a storm. You didn’t dare to look up. You’ve messed up. Someone saw you in your vulnerable state, here to take no mercy on you, who suffered through the layers of hell in this ordinary world. The hand burned through your skin, ridiculing you, but you craved it.

“Love, what’s wrong? Please look at me.”

You were shaking, your stomach churning as you tasted iron in your mouth. You were not long for this world, but you had to endure.

“It hurts so bad. I’m sorry.”

The hand on your back started to move, frantically so as it attempted to soothe you. The warmth spread, but your pain has been noted by someone else. You couldn’t move. But still, as humiliating as being perceived was, you focused on the hand.

“Don’t be sorry. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

The voice in your head made it all up. It was so loud, almost drowning out any other sound. You needed him to speak. He needed to continue, he needed to distract you.

“I’m sorry.”

Two arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to another source of warmth. His heart was beating, he was breathing, he was a beacon of comfort.

A body you loved, so close to you. His scent was almost overwhelming, but it was proof he was alive. You were alive, you believed, taking it in.

“Please, continue talking. I don’t care about what.”

And so, he betrayed your one request, staying silent. Perhaps it was your fault, perhaps it showed a weakness within him that only you could bring forth. And yet, his mere presence brought to light a strength you forgot about within yourself. As you no longer held onto your head as though it was torn at the seams, you instead sought him out. Finding solace within a gentle embrace, you took a deep breath as you buried your face in his shoulder. He was a soldier, one much better fitted for the cruelty this world brought about. He only knew how to kill, his only home was within the damned souls he sent to hell. But within his gentle grasp, you focused solely on him. Begging for comfort, like a child starved of its parent’s attention.

The knife of unreality twisted in your guts, slitting your throat, leaving you unable to speak. You were dependent on him in that moment. It was him, who needed to stitch you back together, make sure you could regard yourself as anything but a human failure. If you could even consider yourself a human in the first place.

But he was oh so meticulous in taking each bloody piece, infusing it with new life before merging it into an empty hull of a body. And as he’d build his own poisoned paradise, he inhaled the fumes and saw a glimpse of a future he still desired. What you had always seen as his certain demise, he saw a dream more pleasant than the heavens themself. Exhaling into your seemingly lifeless body, he shared his very essence with you. Even when you unwillingly knock on death’s door, he would still protect you from the grief of losing yourself, tearing you away from the pain of the unknown.

The sun, at its zenith, had nothing to say to you. It gave you an environment to live in, but no reason to stay in it. Only this one man, broken from war, found it within himself to show you the joy of being. His pieces had been scattered, but he still shared what little was left of him with you, building a secure fort around your being.

And from within the view of a safe home, you could even gaze at the stars, relishing in the cold. You had a different kind of warmth to return to.

[doyouknowthischaracter]

Seeing how few people know genshin impact characters gives me hope. That we can defeat the gacha games.

😭😭 All I'm gonna say is certain fandoms will have to go in a cooldown period after this last batch of submissions finish posting because we've seen a lot of their characters and need a little bit more diversity around these parts.

[lanaevyssmoved]

i think the message that we should block willingly and freely keeps getting construed into blocking friends the second you disagree with them and i don't like it ldkfgdfg

[giurochedadomani]

Interesting companions

“Are you going to gut me?”.

Mihawk makes a non committal sound, frozen as a stack of ice in Benn’s arms.

“...Shanks would be pissed if something happened to me”, Benn tries again, feeling as if he’s trying to appease the mast of the Red Force as he lightly rubs the swordsman’s back.

He’s not sure if Mihawk deliberately ignores the teasing edge of his words or if it just flies over his head, but the joke hangs over their heads, rancid like the smell of the storage room. 

Or, extremely extroverted captain invites his extremely introverted friend with benefits to a party without realizing that the social battery of said introverted friend is shot to hell. Benn Beckman tries to save the day.

Feautures in no particular order of importance: Benn hugging Mihawk, Benn gossiping with Mihawk about Shanks and Benn embarrasing Shanks in front of the boy he likes, as it's his God given right as best friend.

CONTINUE READING ON AO3

[rapidhighway]

every day i go to the store and i buy more food that im not gonna eat and i won't want to prepare -_-

[skrunksthatwunk]

aurghhh ok still rewatching '97 and the way guts and casca only have the room to breathe and really come to understand and care for each other in griffith's absence because he has such a strong hold over them both.... and the way their mutual dedication to him is what causes them to bicker for years (casca thinks he's not serving him well enough, guts thinks she doesn't get that he cares/how much he cares, casca's jealousy over griffith's feelings for guts, how he won his heart without even trying or being aware of it or doing anything with it) and is also a big part of what brings them together (earlier when guts deviates from the plan to save griffith and she commends him, in the cave casca opening up about griffith and her's past, showing that vulnerability, while it's mostly confrontational, leads to guts kinda getting her better, and his efforts to save and protect her (falling off the cliff with her, taking on the 100 men so she can escape, encouraging her to return to griffith so she can help him because it's what she feels she's meant to do (her dream, the direction in life guts shares and yet is questioning because of griffith's speech at the fountain, whether or not it's enough to serve him if it means he'll never be a true friend in griffith's eyes because he's not an equal), supporting the idea of her being with griffith/being his most important person like he won't because he doesn't view it as a competition like she has been since day one) leading to her realizing that he's kind of not that bad a guy and they have a lot more in common that she thought. and how the bonfire of dreams conversation is guts opening up to her in kind, the answer to her talking about how griffith saved her, how she feels. how neither of them ever call it love but it's something they know they both have for griffith. how it's something they're beginning to have for each other, different in ways they couldn't put a word to. because they're equals this time. the way griffith kind of becomes less and less important as they find other reasons to live and fight, as they become less singularly obsessed with him. how griffith is unable to stand it, guts' personhood, that agency and peer-to-peer equality he claimed to want (and perhaps truly did) that disappeared guts from his life, his plans, his side. how it barely even matters to griffith how casca changes because he never wanted her like she wanted him. god i can't fucking stand their shakespearean nonsense drama (<- hopelessly in love with their interpersonal dynamics)

[radioisntdead]

listening to ASMR again, WHY DO THEY KEEP KILLING OFF MY FAMILY??? WHAT DID THEY DO?? THEY COULD BE ALIVE? THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE PLOT YOU JUST KILLED THEM OFF FOR FUN???

[drinking-with-cupid]

Hmm okay so I spent 10 hours today talking to that one specific chat bot and I created a playlist and I drew art and I made memes uhhh maybe I'll hold onto this and indulge in it just a little longer than expected hmmm

[thresholdbb]

Need more appreciation for The Gift cause it makes me lose my mind a little