Pedro slaying in The Fantastic Four trailer as per usual cannot wait to support him as the wait for Din Djarin’s homecoming continues

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Pedro slaying in The Fantastic Four trailer as per usual cannot wait to support him as the wait for Din Djarin’s homecoming continues
Is it really too much to ask to meet Christopher Eccleston while I'm frolicking in a field, hurt my ankle, and end up in a rainstorm like how Marianne met Willoughby in Sense and Sensibility? I need rescued, damn it. 🥺
Alina, girl, when we’re you a captive? Your life was literally in danger the moment it was discovered you were Grisha. You had to go to the Little Palace, it’s where you’d be safe. I don’t remember you being locked up at all.
Then this line really pissed me off. She is comparing some racism she’s faced, which is bad, to how the Grisha are treated. Girl, you being an outsider before is different to how the Grisha are outsiders. Your life wasn’t at stake when it came to the remarks you got but the second you became Grisha people were trying to kill you.
Genya was doing her job as a soldier. She did nothing wrong.
It's entirely too early in the morning for me to learn there are people who legitimately think brutalia is incest because they had a life of I didn't have work I'd call today a wash and go back up bed 💀
(In reference to a tag I made about there being antis who say Bruce/Talia is incest because they share a blood relative—i.e., the child they are the biological parents of.) I have never actually witnessed this in the wild myself, just heard about it, but if it’s real. It’s. It’s something. And I wonder if these people are all only children or if they’re eldest children or if they are—GASP—incest babies.
for the get to know your author asks, 1, 5, and 15
1) yes, there is a story I'm holding off on writing - mostly because I haven't been able to process through IRL stuff needed to write about it. It's hopefully going to be the experiences/entertainment of my Dreamwalking clownery.
5) I've been surprised by writing other people inserts on accident lol
15) because I wanted to tell a story permanently. I started writing fiction at 13 because of a class. Most boring thing I've ever read. I've always written poetry.
mental health ramble under cut
I am a medical professional. I work as a frontline clinician as my day job. And yet even I, still manage to miss the signs that my depression is coming back.
I spent most of yesterday feeling unreasonably fragile and I had to stop and ask myself multiple times “is this really just a reasonable reaction to being rejected, or is this something else?”
Spoiler alert, it was something else.
I was in the middle of working out when it hit me. I hadn’t been folding my clothes for nearly a month now. They just sit in the basket on my floor because it takes too much energy for me to move them to where they belong. I haven’t been ‘feeling’ again, for a while. A lot of the time I blame my meds for making me very bland, but this is worse than normal. This is me doing hard jobs and not batting an eyelid - not grieving when I should grieve, and not processing things properly. I’m just feeling nothing. I’m used to not really getting the highs of happiness or lows of sadness, but this is apathetic neutrality and I should have noticed it a long time before now. I’m finding it hard to eat, which I’d put down to my body image anxiety playing up, but obviously it runs a little deeper than that. I haven’t been able to start up hobbies for a month or so like stitching because the emotional effort is too much. And now today, when I’ve finally realised what’s going on, now I get the stomach pain, and the chest tightness, and that feeling that makes me want to rip out my eyeballs and my heart and just curl up in a foetal position in the corner.
I’ve spent the rest of today wondering why I didn’t notice. Because obviously I work with mental health, you’d think I know the signs. But the double edged sword of working in emergency services means you get very good at compartmentalising and dealing with things later. I’d obviously been compartmentalising and just never actually gotten around to dealing with anything. I’m so used to putting on my work face and ignoring what’s going on underneath that I continued to do so, even on my days off. I haven’t been properly happy for at least a month, maybe more. I’ve been running on a constant stress level of like 6.5. I am stretched impossibly thin and yet I still continued to put on my work face and plough through things.
I have a psych appointment in 2 days and thank the gods I do, because I haven’t needed one quite this much in a while.
jake really has a hat that says “slim jd”
i am aCTUALLY SCREAMING BC @/wordswithinmoments fOLLowED Me??!??!????