#intervention needed

[erxsxre-archived]

Someone needs to write Aizawa developing a Gacha addiction problem with me. Spending all his money trying to get tiny cats.

[ladynonsense]

I can’t stop replaying chapter 10 of bloodbound please send help

[itspoliticallyincorrect]

Mental illness.

[monogramic-archive]

me as my hands shake from too much caffeine: i want more coffee.

[ruusulaulu]

Lonan: Unbearable Sensations

Lonan had been excited for the company's All Saints’ Wake party. He had sewn a costume for himself and his rabbit well in advance, prepared a small show and stuffed snacks into his pockets. The Hyur had been the first one to arrive in the basement of their headquarters, smiling so wide that his cheeks began to hurt. And he waited, eager and willing to have fun with his friends, like all those moons ago. 

Yet as people began to flood the room, his smile slowly faded. He knew no one.

One he had battled beside once, one he had treated briefly, but the rest he didn't even recall the names of. And in turn, they did not pay much mind to his presence. There was a quick introduction to some, a faint hello here and there. As one of them fell, Lonan tried to check up on her and ensure that she was uninjured. He listened to the chatter around him, and as the people spoke with one another in warm tones and familiarity, he felt an ache in his chest that he couldn't really describe. Despite being surrounded by people, he felt so very lonely. The others began sharing ghost stories, some humorous, some heartwrenching. The ginger man listened to them with intrigue, but... He had nothing to share. Nothing to connect to them with. He tried and tried again to partake in conversation, but nothing seemed to fill the void that grew between his lungs. 

Lonan felt insignificant, unimportant, invisible. Yet this time it hurt more than ever before. He had been so excited to reconnect with his friends, but it seemed like they had all left, and unlike him, not returned. The nature of the company often lead to injury - or death - and thus he found himself too afraid to ask about the fate of his old companions. So he simply stood in silence in between these strangers, incapable of forming a bond. Alone. It was not long after that he bid his farewells, holding on to the plastered smile of common courtesy, hiding that he was running away from the pain within that had grown unbearable.

[teachezwell]

* Identifying language struggles

* Identifying language struggles

When Stacey was in kindergarten, I had serious concerns about her language development.  As a rising 3rd grader, now heading back across the states after a summer visit, Stacey continues to display many indicators of a language disability.  She still struggles with basic prepositions, directions, and word recall.  Sadly, she is so desperate for attention that when her grammatical errors entail…

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[xnervousbreakdance-blog]

Nothing like that tetris anxiety. 

[wewillbeelectric]

I think I have an addiction to oatmeal.