#sad tw

[sweetmmminori]

How much would could a woodchuck chuck if the capitalistic cog ran the woodchuck dry to the point they cant afford their home anymore because they got a pay cut so the company could further fund "AI woodchuck thinkers"?

Uhh... I think I'm kinda lost.

What the heck is an "AI woodchuck thinker"?!

[sweetmmminori]

Let’s try the trolley problem in a different setting. You are in a hospital, and five sick people need organ transplants in order to survive. In order to attain the correct organ transplants, you must kill one healthy person. What do you do?

Um...

I'm not a doctor! So, I would get the doctor.

[lunachats]

,,,,

honestly, I've been going through a whole thing tonight about how like… I should probably kind of grieve a lot of my dreams and goals here because things are probably gonna get worse before they get better and I'm sort of teetering here on the edge of just plain non-independence…

like it's fine and good to dream of visiting my Internet friends and finding a scene partner and traveling into Thailand, etc., etc. but like every time I have a setback it's like all of those things are slipping through my fingers, and it becomes extremely stressful and terrifying maybe I need to accept that all of that is a long way away and start thinking smaller and like unburden myself of the fear of failure, etc., etc.

but anyways, at some point through all of this, I kind of realized that I just plain do need help already and Ive started looking at my options… Maybe get a nurse to stop by a few hours a day to tide me over until my parents get home from vacation and we can figure something else out long-term… IDK what we're going to do with my limited finances, but at this point, I can barely walk across the living room half the time sooo…

and like, maybe I'll be waking up tomorrow and my arms will be a bit better and my legs will be a bit better and like all of this is mot quite as big a deal as I thought but I think I really need to start preparing a cushion for my potential landing here so it's not a crash if it does happen

[ellasweetfontainex]

Tears to cry | Tina and ella

“Hey… this may come as a surprise…” Ella said gently, holding the glass of wine out as though it were something delicate, something that might fracture if offered too quickly. “But James sent me.”

The words settled into the quiet room and stayed there. Outside, the evening pressed softly against the windows, the last light fading into a muted blue. Inside, everything felt suspended — as if time itself were waiting for permission to move again.

It had only been a few hours after James had left for the week, but his absence already carried a strange weight. Earlier, when he had found the house wrapped in silence and something unspoken lingering in the air, a quiet fear had crossed his face. Not anger. Not disappointment. Just the fragile understanding that whatever stood between him and Tina had become thinner than either of them wanted to admit.

So he had called Ella.

And Ella, who always noticed the smallest cracks before they split open, had not been able to stop worrying since.

She stepped further into the room, her movements careful, respectful of the heaviness she could feel but not name. The glass of wine remained in her hand for a moment before she set it down within easy reach, a small offering of comfort in a space that didn’t seem ready to accept comfort yet.

“Dandelion’s at Sally’s for the night,” she said softly. “So… we can talk. Or not talk. Whatever you need.”

The silence that followed was long, but not empty. It carried too many things inside it — fear, exhaustion, questions that had no gentle way of being asked.

Ella drew in a slow breath, steadying herself against the quiet. “Do you… need a hug?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. There was no answer in words, only the stillness of the room and the feeling that something fragile stood at the edge of breaking.

Ella closed the distance anyway.

She wrapped her arms around Tina with careful warmth, holding on without expectation, without urgency — the way you hold someone when you know words won’t mend what’s hurting, but presence might keep the pieces from falling any further apart.

“I’m here,” she murmured softly. “You don’t have to be strong tonight."

  @xaspiringbeamoflightx

[dhampiravidi]

tw: sad

I hate living here.

[dhampiravidi]

TW: negativity/sad

Gosh I feel so fucking unliked at my job…thankfully the kids are kind, but 90% of the adults usually ignore me. when they’re friendly, I light up & later feel so pathetic for wanting attention. not to mention, I still have a crush on a teacher who never talks to me anymore unless I talk to him. I’ve never been kissed & I don’t think I will be in a happy relationship for a really long time… 😕

it doesn’t help that I’m unattractive, awkward, & I look like a milk carton-shaped teenager.

[dxmedstudent]

I'm heartbroken to report that we lost one of our cats, Mila, this weekend. She joins her sister Mia who passed on a couple of years ago. They were inseparable for nearly 10 years, and our beloved companions since kittenhood.

She sailed through cancer surgery over the summer, but unfortunately we recently learned that Milly's mammary cancer had returned. We were lucky enough to be able to give her every treatment that might help her.

I'd like to take the time to remind anyone reading to check their pets for lumps; we caught Mila's early but hers was aggressive with a high chance it would return.

She spent her remaining days comfortable, enjoying the things she loved, and well cared for. She passed on at home in one of her favourite spots, surrounded by the family who loved her. Though I'm heartbroken that we can't be with her any more, I cannot imagine a more fitting end for one of the sweetest, gentlest creatures. She could barely meow, and I'll forever miss her tiny little squeaks and silent meows.

Mila is a Slavic name that translates loosely as someone who is Dear, and she was truly cherished for her entire life. She is only one kitty in a world of many souls. But I want the world to kniw that she existed, she mattered to us, and she was dearly loved.

Thank you for letting us be your humans, Mila. May you rest in peace, cuddled up with your sisteronce more.

[sweetmmminori]

it doesn’t matter whether you’re on the path of the Shinobi- anything could happen at any time. Fatal illnesses, tragic accidents you’d be unable to stop. In the blink of an eye, you could lose everyone you’ve ever loved, and you’d be unable to stop it.

Why are you trying to make me sad?

I've already seen that happen before... to Grandpa Kurokage...

He wouldn't want me to worry about everybody like this... You're not gonna make me...