#I'm depressa

[sysmedsaresexist]

Me: ask me what kind of dog I am

Them: o... kay? What kind of dog are you?

Me: DEPRESSO CANARIO

Them: do you mean... the presa canario?

Me: shit, why am I so bad at this

[arsnovacadenza]

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COZYWAVE is releasing four scents inspired by characters from Bravern with details of each scent listed below (translated from the site using Google). From what I can tell, they're mostly dominated by citrus-y notes (is that how you say it? Idk perfume)

Bravern: CITRUS HERBAL

The top has sparkling citrus and powerful cinnamon bark spices, while the middle is filled with elegant red rose, rich jasmine, and refreshing lavender. The last scent is a powerful musk amber that gives you a sense of justice.

□ Top notes: lemon, lime, cinnamon bark □ Middle notes: jasmine, rose, lavender, lavandin □ Base notes: musk, amber, sandalwood

Isami: CITRUS WOODY

The top is a fresh leafy green like a young leaf, and the bright orange highlights the fresh Shikuwasa, while the exotic jasmine and ylang-ylang in the middle give a calm impression, and the last is a solid one and strong core. A deep woody amber scent

□ Top notes: Shikuwasa, leafy green, orange □ Middle notes: jasmine, ylang-ylang, iris, rose □ Base notes: vetiver, cedarwood, agarwood, amber

*Shikuwasa: Citrus depressa, also known as Okinawa lime.

Lewis: CITRUS FLORAL

A refreshing top scented with fresh lemon, orange, and mandarin, followed by an elegant rose and refreshing green floral middle that highlights the vibrant plumeria full of vitality. The last scent is a warm sandalwood and amber scent that creates a mood.

□ Top notes: lemon, orange, mandarin □ Middle notes: Muguet, lily, rose, plumeria □ Base notes: musk, sandalwood, amber

Lulu: FRUITY MUSK

The sweet and sour top full of fruit juices of apple, plum, mandarin, and pear gives an innocent impression, and the middle is a gorgeous floral with clear muguet, which overlaps with vanilla and white musk at the end, giving you the impression of an inorganic and innocent girl.

□ Top notes: Apple, plum, mandarin □ Middle notes: Rose, jasmine, muguet, pear □ Base notes: vanilla, white musk, peach

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[thatsgoodsquishy0]

I haven't done one of these in a while. With the flood and various fuckery going on, there's really been no time for Tumblr. I mean, no proper time. No sit down, blog, and write time. But here, I suppose there is. I was asked to share if I had something, so here is something I'm re-working on since my hiatus. A snippet from Chapter 3 of my Young! Ranger Sam Coe x Reader fic --- soon to be renamed.

summary: just a father and son catching up + Sam remembering his momma

tagging: anybody who sees this and hasn't participated yet (since I've seen most already)

Sam pushed the door open, leading with his palm against the wood as he welcomed himself inside. Six years. Nothing new. Dust swirled in the dim-light of the living room. Photographs of happier times sat on shelves caked in thin layers of grime. His mother’s vine plants -- Baby Tears --- cascaded down like spotted green waterfalls from the ceiling into the walls of the dining area.

The trance of memory overwhelmed him. His breathing slowed. 

His mother stepped out of the house and his father busied himself in his office, leaving Sam practically home alone. He was about as tall as the counter tops in the kitchen and he liked to grab anything he could, just because he could. Little rebel. He'd grabbed some rocks off a book stand. Played pretend on the floor of his bedroom, when a voice echoed faintly, like the call of a ghost. Sam paid no mind. The voice boomed louder than before.

Sam. Sammy!

His heart leapt. He knew that voice. It traveled from the deck into his room, into his ears, once more. Abandoning his geo-rocks right then and there, he rushed to her. Curiosity and eagerness carried his little legs across the living room as he tumbled outside. The sunlight blinded him immediately, but painted his mother in a golden shadow. Her hand was smooth and warm, like beach sand, as she gently took his own and shared her pride, pointing to the potted plants. He remembers peering up at her. His little eyes wide in awe as she spoke their names. He could hear her now. How the words rolled off perfectly, as if she'd practiced over and over on her way home. Pilea Depressa, she told him. Otherwise known as, Baby Tears, from Old Earth.

As far as Sam was concerned, the planet and the Coe Estate were one in the same. Both lived with color. With life. Once.

Black coffee and eggs permeated his nostrils. Some routines never died. Sam’s nose scrunched as he shut the door.

“Hello?” His voice rang out.

A figure dressed in official’s wear emerged from the kitchen holding a bowl of yellow bits. The man’s eyes were wide, as if he’d been up for hours, expectant. “Sam Coe,” He paused. A sudden chill whipped through the room. “You didn’t knock?”

“I did. No answer.” He traversed towards the table without so much as a glance to the other and settled Cora into her high chair. From out of the corner of his eye, Jacob loomed. Weren’t his eggs getting cold just standing there? 

“Keeping your boots on?”

Sam bobbed his head, sternly. “Can’t stay long,” he added, “They’re clean. I ain’t gonna mud up your floors.”

“Rangers more important than having breakfast with your family, huh? Don’t gotta tell me twice.” Jacob disappeared into the kitchen. leaving Sam in an air that was clogged and stuffy. He felt as though he were on the cusp of a cold.  

God damn. It was too early.

[smokestarrules]

This era of Suletta Depressa has been highly uncalled for. She is a sweet innocent cinnamon roll who deserves the world.

Gotta get worse before it can get better...? That's what I'm hoping, at least. :(

[anonanimal]

witch from mercury ep 19 thoughts...

ok i NEED to know who prospera's boytoy (godoy) is. WHO IS HE. IT'S NOT FUNNY ANYMORE.

does suletta not ever wonder who her father is? have we gotten any idea of what prospera has told her about a father, if anything? i just want to see nadim again in a flashback or something, maybe as belmeria tells suletta about the pasts of her parents. we know belmeria's been itching to tell suletta everything for a long time

rest in peace to jun feng probably (yeah we heard like 3 more gunshots but we don't know if godoy was overkilling jun or shooting at someone else or if godoy was even the one shooting. no body no death!!) what does this show have against middle-aged yuri??!!?!?

shaddiq's objectifying of miorine makes me hate him but i am forced to consider that his goals might not be the worst. destroying the benerit group = good? if you believe the means are justified by the ends then shaddiq...good guy? idk, shaddiq keeps having severe loser moments like when he lost the duel to suletta, when miorine rejected him in the greenhouse, the fact that a child accidentally spilled his whole deal to guel, he just has loser-itis. i don't want him to win he's the exact type of loser personality that has aspirations of being the dictator of earth and space or something ("doesn't trust anyone but himself")

ok so we go from suletta floating in space -> suletta in depression cave back at earth house. and the earth house kids are saying "i guess it's over between her and miorine" so was she picked up from space and sent on her way without earth house knowing what happened? man....

el5n and norea have a moment, ok. why does el5n say nika can't understand norea's breakdown? nika is also an earthian. and an orphan who grew up in pretty tough conditions. what does el5n share with norea that nika doesn't? maybe their expendability? it's not clear to me that nika's not equally expendable. more direct experience of war? loss? does he think nika doesn't share their fear of death? maybe he's saying "we're both willing to fight for our lives like you can't imagine"

someone else said this, not me, but: biggest twist of the episode is that secelia actually gives advice. martin not even getting flustered about painting the hot girl's toenails or the indirect kiss with the lollipop = martin gay confirmed /s obviously martin's got more important things on his mind than hot girls so him not getting a nosebleed over secelia doesn't really mean anything

till with his hair down 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

as far as the political plot goes, we now know: ochs earth still exists as an institution and is bankrolling dawn of fold while being bankrolled by the space assembly league to destabilize the benerit group. hmm wonder how olcott and pals in the dawn of fold feel about being pawns in spacian vs spacian conflicts, if they know exactly what the score is or if they have no idea, etc. i hope we see olcott again, dude was totally set up to be important. since g-witch is printing money i don't see how they aren't going to extend the show.

prospera just keeps winning. everything has been going her way from the start and i don't even see any wrinkles on the horizon, unless belmeria and the space assembly league agent can get to plant quetta and throw a wrench in quiet zero somehow. i kind of doubt prospera didn't plan for belmeria to betray her at any time so they might be rushing to find nothing. although, the fact that godoy is ready to kill agents of the space assembly league instead of letting them go might mean there actually IS something at plant quetta

i'm so happy they've decided to not linger on suletta depressa and have her understand that what went down on earth is her mother's doing. and possibly feeling like doing something about it.

i didn't mention this last episode but guel dressing like vim is so funny and weird and sad. guel your dad was the worst. come on

we haven't seen sarius in a while, i wonder how his house arrest is going.

[rajabez]

com: @asfolhascaemnoquintal

                             ⇝ ❝Death can be most unpleasant, as I'm sure you know.❜

☣                                     murmurou sombriamente enquanto olhava pela janela. ainda lhe assustava o fato de estarem consideravelmente perto dos monstros, mas tinha que confiar nas barreiras mágicas da academia. ❝ ── eu nem sei se eles matam depressa ou se nos estraçalham enquanto estamos vivos. ❞ fez uma careta, desviando o olhar da grande janela para encará-la. ❝ ── você encontrou mortos pelo monstros lá embaixo? ❞

[contronews]

🇮🇹 Meraviglie della medicina 4.0

Sono depressa dottore

Perché non si suicida?

Ho il COVID dottore

Perché non si suicida con il vaccino mRNA?

Ho l'influenza dottore

Perché non si suicida con il vaccino mRNA?

🇺🇸 Wonders of medicine 4.0

I'm depressed doctor

Have you considered suicide?

I've got COVID doctor

Have you considered suicide by mRNA vaccine?

I've got influenza doctor

Have you considered suicide by mRNA vaccine?

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[btsrkv]

Este é o despertador que vem no Merch Box #9 do ARMY MEMBERSHIP!

Há mensagens dos membros em forma de áudio!

Tradução dos áudios:

🐨 Eu jamais vou deixar você dormir demais! ARMY! Vamos, depressa, acorde!

🐹 ARMY~ você está atrasado, atrasado~ Vamos acordar rapidamente e começar um dia divertido/proveitoso~

🐱 ARMYs, é de manhã. Vocês têm que acordar agora. Hoje também, vamos passar o dia fazendo nosso melhor em nossas respectivas posições.

🐿 I'm your hope~ you're my hope (eu sou sua esperança~ você é minha esperança~) ARMY~ Vamos passar/ter um dia de esperança junto com o Hobi hoje também?

🐥 ARMY! É hora de acordar! Vou torcer para que você tenha um dia repleto apenas de coisas boas para hoje também~

🐯 Nossos ARMYs, vocês acordaram/estam acordados? Nossos ARMYs, não fiquem doentes e sejam saudáveis todos os dias, e hwaiting (tenham força) hoje também!

🐰 ARMY~ acorde~ hoje, coma muita comida deliciosa e ouça muitas músicas boas. Espero que seu dia de hoje seja preenchido apenas de felicidade.

[echeiononhosenso]

Mi sento morire, ho il cuore che mi fa male e vorrei così tanto piangere... Questa vita non fa per me...

[x-loser-world]

Dopo quasi 3 settimane sono ricaduta, ma porca puttana perché cazzo non riesco a essere felice? Fanculo io non ci provo più, tanto non ci riuscirò mai, non starò mai meglio.

[clairexdark]

"Sei proprio un'insensibile ! Ma non ascolti mai il tuo cuore se ti succedesse una cosa simile ?"

"...Quale cuore ?"

[sognatricesolitaria97-blog]

Ogni notte sempre la stessa storia , si chiudeva a chiave in bagno facendo un respiro profondo per poi iniziare a sfogare tutto il dolore che aveva dentro , iniziò a piangere senza fermarsi iniziando a vedere sfuocato mentre le sue braccia iniziarono a diventare di colore rosso per via del sangue che usciva dai tagli creati dalla lama , gli occhi erano rossi , le braccia erano rosse ... Non riuscì più a controllare la lama che teneva fra la mano mentre tagliava sul braccio procurandosi tagli profondi e grandi , continuava finché il braccio divenne pieno così iniziò con l'altro , poi la gamba , poi l'altra è così via ... Aveva tagli su tutto il corpo ormai era rimasto poco spazio ma continuò lo stesso finché il suo cuore smise di battere e il suo sangue non smetteva di uscire ... • storia inventata da me • Fatemi sapere cosa ne pensate • immagine colorata da me , non prendete , grazie •

[rose-sunflowers]

Non ce la faccio piu la depressione ha preso possesso di me,ho bisogno di qualcuno con cui sfogarmi,non vogli rovinare la vita perfetta degli altri,ma ne ho bisogno,c'é qualcuno disposto ad ascoltare i miei stupidi sfoghi?

[1895locktva]

Ok, please, hear me out

I'm so pissed

I read the Sherlock Holmes stories long time ago, in my native language [Portuguese], and I decided to reread them. Ok, no big of a deal.

I also decided to buy the original version. Out of curiosity and also, when you are a student in subtext, you need to read the original text before drawing conclusions. But I'm just getting off the subject.

At The Dying Detective, there's this line in the original version "Quick, man, if you love me!" and I just-

THERE IS NO SUCH LINE IN THE BRAZILIAN VERSION

Portuguese (Brasil 🇧🇷)

In this version, the line was translated as "Depressa, homem, se gosta de mim!" that would be something like: "Quick, man, if you like me!"

AND I'M JUST-

Like, I don't know if it gets worse or better in English, but in Portuguese it's very bad. Because it gives the appearance of a platonic friendship, and whoever reads it interprets it as such. AND THE MEANING IS NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL IN THE ORIGINAL CANON.

Of course, if you want to read it like a platonic friendship, you can do so, BUT AT LEAST TRANSLATES THE BLOODY THING RIGHT DAMNIT.

THE HOMOPHOBIA–

the aUDACITY–

English version

[live-or-die-littleflower]

Vorrei solo piangere e urlare come non mai. Vorrei poter mostrare me stessa e non quella persona che recito ogni giorno.

[diariohiperativo]

Já era quase meio dia quando o loiro decidiu parar de fingir que estava dormindo e se levantou ainda cheio de preguiça. Um banho rápido e a típica penteada com os dedos nos cabelos agora compridos foram o suficiente para que Lucas estivesse pronto para sair do dormitório. No caminho, pegou seu violão e arrumou os tênis nos pés. Passou depressa pela sala comunal e fez um desvio pelas cozinhas do castelo para beliscar alguma coisa, já que preferira trocar o almoço por mais tempo descansando em sua cama. Era maravilhoso ser da Lufa-Lufa!

O rapaz foi direto até o Pátio de Transfiguração para encontrar seu melhor amigo. Rufo já estava sentado sobre um grande pedaço de tecido sobre a grama. Apesar de ter crescido bastante, o garoto ainda parecia pequeno. Vez ou outra, o lufano se perguntava o porquê de seu melhor amigo ser aquele garoto tão diferente dele, mas logo a resposta vinha: não havia ninguém no mundo em que Lucas confiasse mais do que Rufo.

"Fala, Rufinho!" Lucas se aproximou do primo com seu habitual jeito despojado e baguncou os cabelos do menor como sempre fazia. O outro, em contrapartida, geralmente retribuía com leve sorriso de aprovação.

Ambos os jovens esbanjavam empolgação mesmo mostrando completa exaustão em suas faces. As noites de lua cheia não eram fáceis para um jovem licantropo. E desde que Rufo adquirira maturidade, habilidade e força para lidar com a maldição do primo, os dois vinham tendo tempos difíceis durante as transformações.

"Ah, mano! Eu tô com zero vontade de ficar a tarde toda estudando poções..." Lucas falou já deitado com a cabeça perto da pilha de livros que o primo levara. As notas do loiro na disciplina ensinada por sua madrinha Lillith não estavam das melhores e, desde que sua relação com Jhessy se tornara estranha, ele não tinha mais uma aba para ficar durante as aulas, logo Rufo, que estava num ano letivo anterior, assumira a tarefa de tutorar o mais velho.

O intuito daquele encontro não era, todavia, apenas ajudar o lufano a melhorar as notas em Poções, também era para que os dois aprendessem o máximo possível de poções e soros que os ajudassem a abrandar os efeitos da licantropia e fazer com que eles tivessem mais chances de sobreviver às transformações. "Rufo, cê sabe que não precisa fazer nada disso..." Lucas começou a falar, mas Rufo o interrompeu com um olhar sério de reprimenda.

"Do you hear me? I'm talking to you..." O lufano começou a cantarolar já dedilhando a melodia em seu violão. "Across the water, across the deep blue ocean, under the open sky, oh my, baby, I'm trying..." O loiro foi se empolgando e aumentando o volume da voz de leve. "Lucas, a gente precisa focar em..." Rufo começou a argumentar, mas o maior não deixou. "Boy, I hear you, in my dreams. I feel you whisper across the sea. I keep you with me, in my heart. You make it easy, oh, when life gets hard..."

"LUCAS!" Rufo exclamou pondo a mão nas cordas do violão para fazer o primo parar. Lucas esboçou uma expressão de surpresa, mas logo deixou um sorriso sair. "Tá okay, Rufinho. Parei já." O mais velho disse enquanto trocava o violão por um dos livros que ali estava.

...

Depois de algum tempo que pareceu uma eternidade para o lufano, seu primo mais jovem mostrou uma expressão de empolgação. "Lucas, olha essa poção..." Rufo falou antes de abaixar o livro e olhar para o amigo, que estava deitado, dormindo, com um livro aberto sobre o rosto. Rufo apenas sorriu e voltou a ler.