#heart attack survivor

[alice-madness-decends]

PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE FEELING UNHAPPY OR DEPRESSED.

Sometimes I feel absolutely terrified for my future.

I turned 31 in January.

I'm physically disabled.

I live with my parents, (whom have no problems with me living them), but I'm lonely.

I fear I'll always be alone in terms of partnership.

I've had one relationship and it lasted 9 years.

I was unhappy for reasons I'd rather not fully detail, so all I shall say is that I wasn't understood or treated in the nicest of ways.

At the moment, my future will consist of assisted living.

I have no partner to love and to love me.

I fear I shall always be thus way.

Lonely hospital trips and stays.

Surgeries and other procedures with no one to visit me.

How do I make a living if I'm unable to work.

Do I really only have carers and nurses as my friends in my future?.

I have a great relationship with my family but when my parents are no longer here I worry my Sister won't always bother with me even though we've never fought once.

Sorry if this has upset anyone, I just felt the need to get this out there. I shall probably delete a bit later.

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[tammiejjordan]

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[fatedroses]

Chance encounters in Costa del Sol.

[sulkylaw]

I was looking at Cora-san and Law edits. It struck me. As I once posted/said Law went to Dressrosa to seek revenge for Cora-san at the cost of his own life. He didn't expect to make it but he did.

Imagine now, he defeated Doflamingo, he's alive, his life did not ended there but... What if he was struck with overwhelming urge to share his victory with Cora-san but Cora-san is not there. And nothing will bring him back no matter what.

He feels his chest squeezing, his breathing getting rapid, and tears swell in his eyes and what's worse is - he can't stop it. He's a doctor, he knows how to deal with panic and anxiety attacks, he knows he needs to calm down but he can't. He breathes harder, his sight blurred and his mind repeatingly playing all the moments he spent with Cora-san.

All the good, silly, funny moments engraved deeply in his mind now causing him heart ache due to surge of emotions that have been released with the sole victory against Doflamingo. All those memories feeling like they are tearing his heart little by little, his chest feeling like there is no room for air in them.

And then waves and waves of memories fall down upon him and all he can do is go hide somewhere. Somewhere no one can find or see him. Somewhere where he can be vulnerable on his own, where he doesn't have to wear the mask of toughness. He finds a corner secluded from the rest and sits down against the wall unable to contain the sob from his throat and tears from his eyes that he shades with his hat.

In this scenario I imagine Robin would come across him trying to find her own silent and calm corner to be by herself but when she sees Law and hears his silent sobs she approaches him and sits down next to him, not saying anything whatsoever. She knows how he feels so she doesn't ask only looks at him who is kinda surprised and shades his eyes away so Nico doesn't see his tears.

She'd say nothing, and lean against the wall. Although she'd reach with her hand to hold Law's. Law does not refuse, he shifts his hand so he can interlock his fingers with Robin's and lean against her shoulder crying and sobbing not caring he is vulnerable in front of Robin.

"Don't feel guilty that you survived. You have done everything you could, we are not God, Law."

"I was supposed to feel relief but why is it so hard Nico-ya? It feels suffocating."

"It gets easier, I promise." Robin says in a light voice squeezing Law's hand and resting her own cheek on his fluffy hat.

Law keeps on crying silently but Robin's presence kinda makes it easier for him to savor all his emotions and process them properly. The warmth of her hand remind him of the present moment, reminds him of the reality that was not as easy but it was enough to stop his mind from racing. Whether it was because he finally released mass of emotions from his body or because it took only one person with same back story to make him feel like he is not alone.

[smeraldo-heart]

I relate to Greez Dritus because I too use “weirdo” as a term of affection

I absolutely love his and Cal’s relationship btw. Absolutely devastates me

I have so many headcanons but the biggest one rn is that Cal gets Greez this for his life day:

And in return Greez plasters this on the back of the Mantis:

So funny imagining the Mantis with really camp car stickers btw. I know it’d kinda ruin the whole “not trying to get spotted immediately by the Empire” thing but I think they need some on there so badly.

[athofear]

hey. another surv ship for you. SUGARCANE ATTACK

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

thinking abt. poke slayer again. for no real reason except i like to annoy my followers with nonsense posts i guess.

ANYWAY i still really really love the idea that ingo is not only the guy rei/akari meet immediately after the attack, but he is ALSO periodically meeting up with them afterwards seemingly randomly. he's always very vague about what business, exactly, has him in the area to coincidentally run into them again. actually he's vague about a Lot of things. boy he sure seems to keep up pretty well with slayer techniques and their general locations, and he knew where to find cyllene (their first proper mentor), is he a demon slayer himself? hmm. well. hm. he is. not exactly affiliated with them no.

so akari comes to the conclusion pretty quickly that he's a demon. this is not a hard logical leap to make. especially since he always has to reach up to his mask when he's talking, which she's fairly sure is bc the mask is also a gag that he can't talk through, like it's held in his teeth or something, which is why he knew to give one to rei before he bit anyone. and he tries to keep his face and as much skin as possible covered at all times, like he doesn't want anyone to get a proper look at him. and he's weirdly up-to-date on the locations and plans of various demons wherever he is. again. not a hard conclusion to come to if you're looking for long enough.

anyway eventually this gets brought up with a more experienced slayer at some point, like akari casually mentions oh yeah, inu, friend of ours, helped me and rei out, tall guy, absolutely shit posture, black wolf mask, etc. and the hashira or whoever slams the brakes so hard like YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS?

and akari's like what, oh, yeah, i mean, i figure he's a demon. it's just like, it feels like it would be rude to ask at this point, and he's not hostile, so i've just been kind of hoping it never came up-

hashira (ignoring her) is like EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP, the newbie recruit has apparently been hanging out with the FIRST FUCKING KIZUKI??

[fallout-fucker]

Crows Of The Commonwealth

I was on CrowTok and it made me come up with an idea.

So, obviously a lot of the crows in the Commonwealth are made by the Institute, though I personally like to believe that there are still a lot of crows that are regular ones, too.

Crows are an incredibly smart species of bird, which makes sense as to why they're the ones the Institute use. To my memory, I don't think there are any other birds in the game. Again, I'd like to headcanon that they're not the only ones left but if only a few species of birds managed to survive the bombs and the aftermath, I wouldn't put it past crows to be one of those species due to that intelligence.

Crows are known for recognising people, which also works in favour of the Institute as to why they'd choose them specifically. If you are able to tell the difference between individual crows, you'll be less likely to question if a specific one if following you if you are aware they likely recognise you.

However, they're also known to bring gifts and trinkets if treated right, or actually attack people who don't. And they remember faces. I don't get the impression that the Institute treats them too kindly if they don't even consider Gen 3 Synths as people, who are literally created with technology and human biology/DNA.

If we imagine that the Institute Crows work like Synths do, then that means that they are also able to become independent like Synths can. We know they have the level of intelligence, more so than another species of bird, to perhaps reach that level of independence. That's exactly why the Institute picked them. Wouldn't it be ironic if that became part of the Institute's downfall.

So imagine a Sole Survivor, fresh out of the Vault, scared and cold on their first few nights. Hungry, tired, likely sick, grieving. Alone. They have Dogmeat. They have themselves. A few strangers they saved. Nothing else.

They're trying their best one night to settle. They've only been unfrozen for a few days by now, but have yet to leave Sanctuary. They chose to stay for a couple days to prepare for their long journey ahead, and rebuild their home so they had somewhere to go back to. Preston has taught them basics self defence and survival, Sturges has helped them temporarily fix the holes in their walls. They're not close to these strangers yet, but there's a small comfort in knowing there's still people, and people nearby to run to if anything not friendly comes knocking on their door.

They're picking at a 200 year old box of stale cereal, not able to stomach the taste just yet. In the end, they end up leaving it in a bowl for Dogmeat to have, preferring to sleep, hunger be damned. They sleep on the floor that used to hold the dinning table, not ready to sleep in the now-too-empty bedrooms.

By morning, their sleep is interrupted. Not by the cold October air that their thin, makeshift blanket- That doubles as their coat during the day- barley keeps away. Not by the sunlight that seeps in by the broken shards of class where the window used to be. Not by drops of rain that fall through the cracks in the ceiling. Not even by Dogmeat licking then awake, like he did yesterday morning. This time it's the sound of pecking and squawking that has Sole prying their eyes open.

A small group of grows picking at the bowl of cereal. They must've gotten in through what once was the window, or literally any of the holes of missing metal panels scattered throughout the building. Sole barely has it in them to care. They know they shouldn't waste food that could've gone to them or their new furry friend, but they truly cannot bring it in them to mind. They wonder if the birds have a hard time finding food, too, and decide it might not be a waste at all.

They sit up. A few of the crows fly up onto the windowsill at their movements, one stays enjoying their breakfast, unfazed. Sole waits, sitting still until the birds realise they have no intention of harming them. They glide back down onto the floor, going back to eating.

After a few moments, the crow that stayed perks his head up, neck twitching into an angle that lets him look at Sole. He hops over, stopping just before he reaches their lap. Sole raises their hand, thumb and index finger moving slowly until they land on its neck. His feathers bristle under Sole's pets, his feet dancing happily beneath him. The other crows finish their breakfast. Salem, Sole decides to call him, joins his friends who hop back onto the windowsill. They fly off. He turns his head to the side, a beady eye looking at Sole again. He squawks at them before flying off to join the others.

Sole spends the rest of their day taking metal panels from some of the completely collapsed houses to fix the holes in their walls. They're able to find paint at the old Red Rocket down the road when looking for more equipped tools. Repainting isn't exactly their priority right now, just making sure the house will be fit to stand against the weather, and for when it gets colder in the next few months. The paint will be useful when they get to the stage of being able to consider making it look presentable, however. Unfortunately, the only paintbrush they find is snapped in half. They toss it in frustration. Less so because of the brush itself, and more so because Sole has a lot of anger built up from the events of the last few days that they have no other outlet for.

They end up going home when the sun starts to set, having avoided the empty tomb of memories for as long as possible. It wasn't safe to be out so close to dark.

When they set down their tolls by the door, something on the kitchen counter catches their eye.

Upon inspection, they realise it's an intact paintbrush.

Their confusion lasts barely five seconds, as they hear a familiar squawk. Hoping on the windowsill is Salem. His eyes study Sole. He's waiting. Sole smiles, pulling open the duffle bag they'd taken on their supply run. They pull out two wild mutfruits, which they'd harvested from bushes near the station. Sole cuts them into smaller pieces, before tossing them gently into the grass of their back garden from the car porch. Salem glides to the pieces, now satisfied in knowing that Sole approved of and appreciated his gift. Sole looks up to the trees that border their garden where other crows have started to also descend from to join in on the food offering. Apparently, there's a lot more in this group than what Sole had assumed from the smaller one earlier. About twenty feathered creatures dance about on branches decorated by orange and brown leaves or nibble at the mutfruit in the grass.

Salem flies over once he's had his fill, taking a seat on Sole's shoulder. His friends also begin hopping over gradually, and Sole ends up sitting down to welcome them and pet their small heads. Dogmeat also seems to love the attention, or perhaps just the warmth that radiates from Sole's body as he curls up next to them. Every so often, one of them drops a trinket into Sole's lap as they snuggle into them. A random screw, some gears, even some bottlecaps. Bits and bobs that a few days ago, Sole would've considered mostly junk, even if they'd still been appreciative, but everything now is useful. They even drop a few things by Dogmeat's snout, who sniffs them, tail wagging. Sole doesn't think Salem appreciates the happy licks Dogmeat gives him, though.

Regardless, Sole breathes out slowly, deeply, as they take in the sunset and birdsong before them. It's the first time they've honestly felt any peace since leaving that godforsaken Vault.

Sole makes a mental note to redesign the kitchen window when they get around to fixing it so that it'll be able to open widely. They also begin thinking about designs for birdhouses, feeders, and small fountains.

It's safe to say Sole feels slightly better than they did when they went to bed last night.

They feel less alone.

For some reason, as Salem nestles into their lap, against their stomach, a small pressure builds in their gut. They can't quite shake the instinct, the thought that comes with it. The feeling that Salem feels less alone now, too.

[seranthy]

crazy how my mom did nothing for me except put me in situations that physically, emotionally, mentally, sexually traumatized me and created an environment where I was sexually abused by all the men and boys she allowed to be around me and left me alone with yet has the audacity to say she's a great mother like are you serious I almost let the neighborhood pedophile abduct me just to get away from you. You have the audacity to say daddy coddled me and babied me, insinuating that he made me weak, yet the “coddling” in question was just him being a good father and protecting me from you, who would hit me and strangle me and throw me against walls, your disabled and chronically ill child, just because my crying was frustrating you. I was crying because I was afraid of you, but sure, threaten to “give me something to cry about,” that'll definitely make the toddler with chronic pain from head to toe stop crying.

[azamonvoid]

This game's so pretty but the part of playing as survivor/hunter (mainly survivor tho-) terrifies me ;_;

I'm not made to handle horror (?) games or just games when I need to hide from others 😭

[frankiecatphotography]

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[idv-ask-the-showman]

The showman receives an anonymous letter, attached to its notable golden seal is a dried iris. Perhaps the sender was cautious about the flower withering upon arrival, yet despite how dry it is the flower seems to retain its color well. Inside the letter reads:

“ My humble salutations to the beloved performer and stage host,

This letter only brings simple words of adoration and my personal honesty, perhaps it may be a whisper, adrift in the wind. The winds and whispers of words you have heard and read countless times before yet find yourself confronted with another time.

Yet, there’s plenty of reason for such praise you receive isn’t there? It is not my place to assume such personal things, however I can tell that you are beyond worthy of love and success.

You keep the morale of those around you firm, especially with your crew. As a showman, you sure demonstrate phenomenal ability to manage both the practical and technical aspects of your job, while simultaneously creating a welcoming and unique atmosphere for all of your guests. The boundless support you bring for your crew only furthers your remarkable leadership. Let’s just say that you are like the glue of your circus, always keeping everyone together no matter the circumstances. Regardless of whether it’s due to your position or not, you bring such life even outside the circus, towards those you may have recently encountered and those who you are closer to. This amiability of yours is why you are so universally loved, and only you could have achieved that.

You should be very proud of your work, and most especially yourself. It must have taken a lot of effort and patience to get to where you are now, not to mention the time it may have taken for your versatility to grow. To create and perform such amazing acts, the influence it brings; you have entertained, encouraged and inspired thousands of lives. Even at lower points in your life that gave you suffering and pain, you still managed to get up on your feet and walk through it all. Resilience and willpower are not easy feats, yet here you are making your own path in life, mending yourself and others piece by piece. There is much strength in your character, and you will always be deserving of the goodness you receive, as you have given such goodness and more.

Always stay true to yourself, dear showman, and remember that the people who respect and love you will always be there by your side, that they are willing to stand with you through hard times. Remember that they will understand your needs and your boundaries, and that they are also willing to look out for you. You’ve created such endearing bonds with these people, so do not ever doubt them.

Till we talk soon.

~ Always wishing you well ”

In the quiet of his room, Phineas sat on the edge of his bed, clutching the letter in his hand. He read it over and over again, each time feeling a mix of emotions wash over him. He couldn't stop himself from reading them once more. With each repetition, he felt his eyes grow moist, and a small, shaky smile spread across his lips. Despite the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks, he couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming joy.

Phineas was unsure when was the last time someone appreciated and acknowledged him in such a way, and he did not know how to react to it… He always questions whether his efforts are truly worth being praised and whether what he is doing was ever enough or if he was doing anything right at all. He feels like he often makes mistakes and falls short, and the only way he can cope is by putting on a façade of happiness…. However, the letter reassured him that he was doing well despite his countless doubts. It has given him a sense of validation and recognition that he desperately needs for the longest time.

“suis-je vraiment assez pour être loué comme ça?…. Hanah… h-how am I supposed to respond to such a heartwarming letter now?”

Whipping the tears away using the palm of his hand, he stood up and went to his desk, opinion the drawer, there was a box filled with things that he treasured the most! He placed the letter alongside the flower that came with it with a happy sigh.

“I’ll keep up the good work then!… Hmm~ I also need to find who sent the letter and thank them in person!” he giggles for a bit “Although I feel I already have a good idea who it was!”

[spideysatan]

volunteer work in the middle of a disaster is traumatizing

[babblingeccentric]

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