#hard days

[kiindr]

it is okay to have hard days. having a hard day does not mean that it will always be like this, or that you won't get over it. you've got this. you're resilient enough.

[terracemuse]

[liss-art]

No power to draw /anxiety and high blood pressure make me weak/

Could you tell me a few warm words, please? even 💜 is enough.

[serenityquest]

[blueseaprincessa]

Hi-- Who missed me?? And my girls?? I am going back to roleplay! <33

[imsiwann]

same guy but the second is wearing fake glasses

[everythingilearned]

[the-nightghost]

She hides all her problems behind a smile that covers a world of pain and hurt. You think you know her but you really have no idea.

[loopielupie]

Whumptober Day 29 & Day 31: "I only sink deeper the deeper I think" & Emptiness

His ears are still ringing when Katsuki sinks down against an overturned crate. The adrenaline that got him through the fight is long gone, leaving nothing but empty weariness and tremors in his limbs.

Out of sight of the media, though he can still hear them heckling and shouting questions towards the police and other heroes still on the scene, Katsuki wilts. The cold concrete prickles overheated skin through his hero suit, sending an involuntary shiver along his spine. 

Tipping his head back, he wonders idly what this store used to be, taking in the scattered crates similar to the one he's co-opted as a seat. Maybe a greengrocer? But it's a distant sort of thought and he shoves it down with a bitter snarl. 

It's impossible to tell with more than half the shopfront gone and the interior fucked six ways from Sunday.

Because you weren’t fuckin’ good enough

He swallows the sudden acid lump in his throat and fiddles with the bandages wrapping his bicep in some attempt at distraction. They come loose and he curses under his breath and tries to fix it. But his fingers are clumsy and his arms burn him for the unnecessary movement, the dull ache of overuse sharpening until he gives up.

The screech of a siren has him wincing, a heretofore unnoticed headache making itself known as he grinds his head back against the wall and screws his eyes shut.

"Kacchan?"

He opens one eye to find Izuku squatting next to him, worried, one hand hovering but hesitant over his arm. His hair is sweaty and fight-tousled. He looks enhausted.

"Oi, have you been seen by-"

"Yes, Kacchan. I was just with one of the paramedics-" he lifts his bandaged arm. "They're the ones who told me where you'd gone off to."

The "Why?" is growing more insistent in Izuku's expression but Katsuki isn't going to admit shit.

"Yeah, well. Good. 'm not havin' you bleed out or some shit because you're irresponsible."

Izuku hums and shifts a little closer, his remaining iron sole scraping across the buckled path as his legs slump down. A quick scan tells Katsuki all he needs to know about how Izuku fared during the fight: the road rash under his torn suit, the scrapes and fresh bruises that have Katsuki wincing just to look at them. Not important enough to warrant any on-scene paramedics attention more than cleaning, but sore as hell.

Katsuki releases a rattling breath. He's had bad days before, days where he’s lost civilians and even colleagues. But something about today makes his skin feel too tight. Everything had been wrong: bad intel, not enough heroes on-scene, an unexpectedly destructive villain, too much “collateral damage”- Fuck, Katsuki hates that term.

He’s rather they just call it what it fuckin’  is: civilian casualties. He'd rather people face up to the reality: people hurt, homes, businesses, livelihoods destroyed. All because they weren’t good enough. Beside him, Izuku is quiet. He just stares at a crack in the concrete, shoulders slumped, lips bitten into a frown. A small part of Katsuki wonders if Izuku's feeling the same, but he brushes it off before he can do something stupid like ask. 

His fists clench in his lap and he thunks his head back against the wall behind him. It does nothing to shake loose any of the thoughts swirling in his head, it just makes his headache worse.

His phone buzzes. It's likely a summons from the agency for debrief and probably even a press conference. Izuku tenses at the sound but when Katsuki makes no move to heed it, he turns his attention to him, eyeing him with a quiet "Kacchan?"

"What," he snaps, already knowing what's coming. Izuku checks his own phone.

"They're calling us back," Izuku prompts. His voice is hesitant, though. Like he doesn't want to move any more than Katsuki does.

"Yeah, well. They can wait 10 minutes."

Don't ask me to fuckin' go out there yet.

He rails against this cowardice, but he's just so fucking tired.

Izuku says nothing for a minute, searching Katsuki's face. He looks exhausted, too. This close, Katsuki can see the smear of old blood from Izuku’s nose, the dirt streaked across his cheeks. It obscures his freckles and something gives in Katsuki’s chest. He yanks his glove off. Izuku doesn't stop him when he reaches out and brushes a thumb over his cheek, idly aware of the dirt and blood flaking off under it. Izuku leans into the contact but Katsuki feels his expression pinch into a frown when a few tears gather on dark lashes. Izuku tips forward against his collar, Katsuki takes the weight and lets it ground him.

They'll have to get up soon, they both know it; the agency won't give them much of a reprieve from their PR responsibilities. But for now, just for a moment, he lets Izuku hold him, buries his nose in damp curls and breathes it in until he feels a little less hollow.

[livelaughlover17]

"There are good days and hard days. Don't let the hard days win." ~ A Court of Mist and Fury.

[hazeltailofficial]

Easy Skincare Routine For Hard Days | AM + PM

My easy skincare routine for difficult days. This routine is good for anyone struggling with self care for any reason, whether it be mental or physical health problems, grief, or feeling burnt out.

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[mxbluet18]

"I'm completely fine." "Don't lie."

It's pathetic, and I know it is. But some days, I just want someone to fucking see me. See that when I'm say "I'm okay", what I'm really saying is "save me". That when I say "I'm doing fine", sometimes what I'm actually saying is "I've never been this bad."I want someone to see through the lies and let me say the truth, and not to just accept what I say as truth, because it isn't always truthI'm broken, and messy, and complicated. And I'm fucking amazed I have people left to call friends after the shit I've put people through. And I'm surprised I trust anyone enough to actually show them this, given my trust issues.

[i-carrion-icarian]

It's one of those nights

[teagohinthedark]

In the basement, in the dark and silent hours of the night, Taeil worked as fast as he could, even with all his agility and skill, this was a job that required precision and care. Still, he had to finish it as soon as possible, no one could know what they were doing.

or

They have to finish a coat in three months, but why not go out for a picnic, a nap in the basement, a dinner with friends and obviously lot’s of nervous breackdowns 

[rxrawrr]

No matter how hard it gets, it always gets better.

[glitteryfoxsoul]

A reminder from my Mum today:

Everyone has hard days