#all I can do is cry

[apricusapollo]

oh.

[clockworkbibliophile]

lord I am so exhausted of applying to dozens of jobs every week without getting a single response other than your application wasn’t selected. my current job is wrecking me and I am so burnt out and just want a job that pays well and doesn’t make me want to die 24/7. im at my wits end like who do I need to pay to make my resume/linkedin stand out because how do people hear back from jobs??? what am I doing wrong

[skullywullypully]

*Remembering I can't read a Miguel o'hara/Lego Spiderman fic on Ao3 as of right now*

[lauryn-order]

I’m officially moving into my parent’s house this weekend. Something I promised myself I’d never do again when I was kicked out at 17. This is absolutely without a doubt my worst case scenario.

I’m officially losing my cat on Saturday. The only being that keeps me sane. I feel like I’ve failed her. I don’t know when I’ll get to see her again. She’s going to be so hurt. She was so happy here. She’s not going to understand.

I am falling apart. I’m devastated. That doesn’t even come close to describing how I really feel.

I’ve officially lost everything but my friends.

I tried. Gourd knows I’ve tried. But I have no more moves or options.

I’m empty. I’m lost. I’m defeated.

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[the-winds-of-destiny-xxx]

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[ughkyungso]

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[hansoeii]

stede bunnet

[wrongspacetime]

The Fall of the House of Usher 1.08 | The Raven (2023)

[pangur-and-grim]

Belphie is such an interesting kitten, compared to the other two.

baby Grim presented some challenges, because she loved to destroy property (mostly climbing various shelves and mantles and knocking everything she could to the floor), she was mildly aggressive toward Marmaduke the family cat (she felt that at the ripe age of 4 months, she deserved to be king), and she was fairly aloof for a kitten, more into running about than cuddling. in most ways, she was like a tiny mafia boss.

Pangur I instantly soul-bonded with, because she was so sickly and pathetic. and neurotic, too - everything was scary to her, people, places and animals. she’d explore the house and play, but there was always an ‘expecting an eagle to swoop down and grab her’ energy.

now Belphie! he’s a healthy active boy with zero fear, and zero aggression, but (fortunately or unfortunately) someone cranked his Play button to maximum and then broke off the handle. he is either fast asleep, and the cutest kitten on earth, or racing about and flailing and climbing and pouncing. which means that he can’t be let outside the kitten room unsupervised yet, because his baby willpower is only so strong, and he will eventually break and start jumping on Pangur and Grim. so in a way, he’s the healthiest happiest cat I’ve ever had, but he’s also the most complicated, because he still has to spend most of his time jailed in the kitten room.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

a couple scribbles i cleaned up. also i think i like drawing him in varying states of distress

[heartorbit]

the narcissist fools himself

[dxndeli-n]

Abandonment issues go brrr

[wince77]

now that twitter is dead in brasil i might as well go back to posting here uhh

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 131

Okay, so first of all Dan would like to say it’s not his fault. Ellie was the one to bring some unknown object into the speeder and Jazz was the one driving. Or had Sam been driving- didn’t matter! It wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t the one shooting at them, he wasn’t the one to break whatever, he was not the one to open a stupid portal, and so it wasn’t his fault! 

So why is he now like, five years old, and why is the speeder crashed in some sort of corn field. Why is everyone- except for Jazz whose now like six- also like three at most?! And- oh fuck the door just opened and… okay that’s a kid. Like, nine at most. 

A kid and an adult, who he hadn’t noticed at first so again, it’s not his fault if he hissed at them and tried to hide his not-siblings behind him. It’s also not fair they’re apparently stuck to ghost speak for who knows how long, but at least they can understand the people. 

“Martha, get some blankets, it’s happened again!”