#09.10.2023
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an einem anderen
Tag werde ich dich
lieben, der heißt
Sankt-Nimmerallein.
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Ein anderer Tag, oder: hörst du, wie die Blätter singen
Ein anderer Tag
treibt dort in den Wellen,
des kleinen Bachs,
an dem einmal
jemand spazieren ging
~
Eine ältere Frau,
sie hatte ihren Enkel dabei
und ein paar Maisenknödel.
Die Knödel sind nun
schon lange fort
und auch die Frau ist weitergezogen,
doch der Enkel
sitzt am Ufer das Bachs
und fängt mit seinen Zehen
den anderen Tag.
~
Er spürt ihn in
den Zehen, aber
auch im Wind, in den Wolken
und er hört, wie er aus den Bäumen
zu ihm hinuntersingt,
wie das Laub hinuntersinkt
und seine Schritte bunt färbt,
in einer Welt, gefüllt mit
anderem Licht.
~
Da ist etwas namenloses
bei ihm, eine Schwingung,
ein Atemzug in den Feldern,
das Gefühl neuer Füße
in alten Schuhen,
die immer noch passen,
gut aussehen,
ohne Löcher sind,
aber gewohnt sind sie halt
andere Füße
~
Er schaut in den Himmel,
er schaut in den Fluss
und er sieht die Wolken,
doch eins davon
sind keine Wolken
und er sieht im Fluss
noch den Jungen,
doch seine Hände
sind nicht mehr seine.
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Doktor Disko (2023-10-05)
#ein anderer tag#Montagsgedicht#Veränderung#Entwicklung#gedicht#deutsches gedicht#lyrik#deutsche lyrik#poesie#deutsche poesie#tintentropfen#schreiblr#doktor disko#09.10.2023
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09.10.2023
Today, Romano went to a museum to look at the art.
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E i n a n d e r e r T a g – 9 . O k t o b e r 2 0 2 3
Einladung zum Montagsgedicht
An jedem Montag um 16 Uhr gibt es auf dem Wortspielplatz Texte zum Stichwort. Wer will, kann mitmachen: Am Montag den selbst verfassten Text zum Thema in den eigenen Blog einstellen und ihn mit ‘montagsgedicht’ und ‘ein anderer tag’ taggen.
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yummy bby. 🥹
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A bit of an emotional day. Work went smoothly, forgot how stressful it could all be. Dog finally been diagnosed with hip dysplasia, so I don't need to wonder any more about the limping. It was caught early and he's got protective factors so there's no reason to be pessimistic about his life quality or expectancy, I just feel terrible he's got something 'wrong' with him that he has to deal with. He's such a lovely sweet dog and thinking about him having been in pain is really upsetting. He doesn't deserve it. I will be educating myself on how best to support him and get him the most amount of enjoyment and mobility possible. I had a doomed feeling about it a few weeks now I can sense a bit of relief too in receiving the diagnosis. I had a moment of deep sadness earlier today where it felt like I had cursed him, because people and things around me seem to go wrong and needlessly suffer and it can be tempting to give way to magical thinking and feel I'm just a cursed person spreading the curse by knowing others. But that's a deep seated insecurity that comes from a childhood where my parents were two abusive and deeply troubled people who communicated both explicitly and implicitly that we were all a cursed bunch and were doomed from the start etc. A very negative and harmful worldview and one I was able to quickly recognise today and remind myself that actually HD is massively common among my breed of dog and is congenital. I can recognise as well there's a weird similarity in my mother having had hip problems and me being born with hip problems too and needing treatment as an infant but that is realistically because mammals have joint problems and in both dogs and people congenital hip bone issues exist! The thought of 'at least I gave this to a dog instead of a child' again is purely magical thinking because my dog would be born even if I hadn't ended up his owner and he'd have the same body. Me feeling like I doom all people I have in my life is something to keep an eye on although it thankfully rarely comes up
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Bazı anlarda gerçekten nefes alamıyorum ama tek bir kişiye bile bunu belli edemiyorum. Belli edersem, duvarlarımın birini bile indirirsem bir daha ayağa kalkamam çünkü, biliyorum
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This year seems to be the most challenging year for me so far. I am so lost and can't find the right words or emotions to describe how I really feel. I thought I am doing my best but never felt satisfied. I am okay then suddenly I am not. I am so composed then suddenly I don't know where I am anymore. My thoughts are so scattered and it seems like I am not doing anything for it. If I can just pause everything to breathe, to think, to reset, I would. 😔
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09.10.2023—moments of recovery after a hell-ish weekend. grateful for the little things ✨🌾🌿🌸💐
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Breathe
Created: 09.10.2023
Finished: 09.10.2023
Edited: 09.10.2023
Age: Newborn
Word count: 1,485
Warnings: Birth complications
Request: Yes (Wattpad user)
Pairing: BlackHill
Summary: Natasha and Maria get ready to welcome their baby into the world but the complicated delivery they experience brings something unexpected for them.
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Maria was lying on the hospital bed with her wife, Natasha, sitting beside her for emotional support.
The couple was about to welcome their miracle baby into the world and they couldn't be happier.
Thanks to the medical advancements that were created by Bruce in his lab, with a little bit of financial support from Tony, the scientist discovered a way for two women to have their own biological child and the first couple that volunteered to be tested on was, obviously, Maria and Natasha.
Needless to say, it was the best decision they took in their entire lives because it offered them the chance to fulfill their dreams of becoming parents.
Sure, they have thought about adoption and alternative methods, like a donor, but it, just, didn't feel right for them.
So that's what brought them to this moment.
The joyous day when Maria, who had been the one to carry the baby, entered in labor, and each passing second brought the couple closer to the moment they would hold their tiny angel in their arms.
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"You can do this, baby." Natasha encouraged Maria, her voice filled with anxiety and anticipation "You're so strong."
"It hurts so much, Nat." Maria cried out in pain, squeezing Natasha's hand with such strenght as if she wanted to break it
Maria was already in labor for the past 20 hours and the doctors buzzed around the expectant mother, emanating an air of concern.
They knew all too well that a prolonged labor was nothing but harmful for both the mother and the baby.
"I know, my love." Natasha wiped the sweat away from Maria's forehead with her hand before placing a firm kiss on it "The doctors are here to help you and Bruce will make sure that it won't be long till our baby is here."
"I want this baby out of me!" Maria screamed as a contraction hit her full force
"Call down, Agent." Bruce stormed inside the room, adjusting his medical gloves on his hands "The time for your baby to come is here."
"Thank God." Natasha breathed out reliefed "You heard that, sweetheart? Our baby needs you now more than ever. I'm right beside you. We're in this together."
"You better!" Maria groaned
Bruce walked over to the bed and placed an oxygen mask over Maria's face, carefully helping the pregnant woman to change her position and prepare for the delivery.
"I love you so much, Masha." Natasha whispered into her wife's ear, brushing the wet hair away from Maria's forehead "We'll get through this as a team."
"Alright, Maria." Bruce positioned himself at the foot of the bed "You know what you need to do. Now push."
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"I can't do this!" Maria screamed, overwhelmed by the unbearable pain that was cursing through her body
"I can see the head!" Bruce shouted "Just one more push!"
"Tasha..." The brunette breathed out exhausted, her face pale "Please, take care of our baby."
Natasha shook her head as she squeezed Maria's hand reassuringly "I will but you are also going to be there to help me raise our baby."
"You know my mother died to bring me into this world." Maria tearfully said "What if I'm destinated to die during childbirth as well? Is that how she felt? Without any regret to die only for the wellbeing of the baby."
"That won't happen, babe." Natasha reassured with a rushed tone "You just focus on taking deep breaths and don't worry about anything else."
"No one's going to die today." Bruce loudly declared "Not you, not your baby. Not on my watch."
"Ah!" Maria screamed as she gathered the last remains of strenght she had left in her body
Silence settled over the room and Maria let out a deep sigh in relief, relaxation washing over her entire being.
"You did it, love!" Natasha cheered, kissing Maria's dry lips
But something was odd.
Maria weakly lifted her head and scanned the room with her eyes. The relief she felt was quickly replaced by worry as fear gripped her heart.
The deafening silence in the room persisted, casting an eerie veil of dread over everyone.
"Why isn't the baby crying?" Maria mumbled, voicing out the question that was present in her and Natasha's minds
"Shit!" Bruce loudly cussed, turning around to a nearby table, his hands working on auto-pilot
"Bruce?" Natasha swallowed the lump in her throat before slightly standing up to catch a glimpse of what was going on "What's happening? What's wrong with our baby?"
"She's not breathing." Bruce swiftly moved as he carefully placed the newborn baby on the table
"No..." Maria cried out in disbelief "It can't be."
"She's going to be okay." Natasha tried to keep her tears at bay, failing miserably in doing so, her heart tightening in her chest "Our baby is going to be okay."
"Come on, little baby." Bruce huffed as he started performing CPR on the baby "You ain't going anywhere."
"Please, baby." Maria cried as Natasha pulled Maria's head into her chest "Breathe."
"Just breathe, sweetie." Natasha continued, hugging Maria tighter to her chest
Time seemed to stand still in those moments of uncertainty.
They couldn't have fought so fiercely to have a baby only to have their hearts crushed before they even got the chance to hold their baby girl into their arms.
"Please, Y/N." Maria cried
"Come on!" Bruce shouted, a vein on his neck turning green "Your mothers need you here with them!"
"My life for hers!" Maria shouted, her gaze shifting upwards towards the ceiling as tears cascaded uncontrollably down her cheeks "If that's what you want then take it! Just save my baby."
Just then, it was as if the heavens heard Maria's pleading, and a cry pierced through the room, though weak at first.
"She's back!" Bruce laughed in disbelief "We got her back!"
Maria shot her eyes closed tightly, a cry of relief escaping her mouth as the weight of Bruce's words settled in.
Natasha's knees suddenly gave up on her and she dropped back into the chair underneath her as her limbs froze and she couldn't move anymore.
Bruce turned around, holding you in his arms and he gently placed you in Maria's waiting arms.
Your parents instantly noticed how your bluish skin was slowly turning pale and then back to its normal color.
Natasha reached her trembling hand toward your tiny foot and marveled at how small it was, while Maria placed a soft kiss on the soft tufts of brown baby hair that adorned your tiny head.
"Welcome to the world, Y/N." Maria smiled, as she looked into your big, innocent, green eyes
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"So what happened then?" Natasha asked Bruce a few hours later while she sat on Maria's bed, her arms wrapped around her girls
"She experienced a nuchal cord that cut the oxygen flow." Bruce looked over the file in his hand
"Bruce..." Natasha sighed "I speak a lot of languages but your medical language ain't one."
"Explain it in terms we can understand, Banner." Maria looked up from your sleeping face to Bruce as she kept slowly rocking you
"She experienced a cord compression which literally means that she was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck too tightly." Bruce explained "It's not an unusual thing to occur during difficult births. It happens in around 20-30% of cases and the long labour Maria had just made everything a little bit more difficult."
Maria looked back down at the baby in her arms and she teared up before voicing her concerns.
"Will she be okay?" Maria's trembling voice choked back tears "Is the lack of oxygen she experienced in the first moments of life going to leave lasting consequences?"
"She's going to be just fine." Bruce smiled reassuringly "I checked her and I can confirm that she will be able to live a completely normal life without any lasting consequences."
Both mothers allowed relief to wash over them and they shifted their attention back to you but not before sharing a quick kiss.
"I told you that everything would be okay." Natasha whispered, your tiny fingers tightly wrapped around the redhead's index finger
"I am so happy to finally have her here with us." Maria chuckled tearfully "She gave us quite the scare."
"That you can say again, love." Natasha laughed
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This wasn't the perfect birth Maria and Natasha imagined that they would experience but it had its unique way to ensure that the new mothers would never forget this day.
This day reminded them of the fragility of life and, at the same time, of its beauty and the moments that are worth living for.
Despite everything, all that mattered was that their baby was alive, healthy, and breathing.
Every hardship they faced served as the reminder to appreciate each day and live it to the fullest.
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09.10.2023
I defended my PhD thesis and passed my viva.
Somehow this felt surreal and I still cannot believe I basically have my doctoral degree.
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he's got the party plugged right into his skull again
(via theregab_goes's IG story, 09.10.2023)
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PotO London Audio 09.10.2023
Phantom's 37th Anniversary 🥳
Here is a video of Jon Robyns anniversary speech https://www.tumblr.com/angelandmadman/730998651967717376
Jon Robyns, Lily Kerhoas, Joe Griffiths-Brown, Kelly Glyptis, Matt Harrop, Adam Linstead, Francesca Ellis, David Kristopher-Brown, Grace Hume
Note: a Lady in my row needed to go somewhere. Some rustling during "The Mirror" and "Magical Lasso"
Audio is untracked.
Disclaimer: Recorded by me. Only to be gifted! Please do not trade/sell.
If posting to external site, please do not link back to this post!
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