#feeling the despair in this chili's tonight

[angelsdean]

DEAN And she's gonna kill you, and then she's gonna kill me.

Castiel and Dean exchange a look. Castiel agrees, this situation is hopeless, but he can't bring himself to say it.

DEAN I'm sorry.

#feeling the despair in this chili's tonight #LIKE. THIS IS THE WORST THING. THE WORST THING HE CAN IMAGINE. HE FEELS ITS ALL HIS FAULT. HE'S GONNA WATCH CAS DIE AGAIN #HE'S SORRY. HE BLAMES HIMSELF FOR THEIR END. AND WELL. when it ends up being just cas who goes he's still gonna blame himself #spn 15x18 #vics spn rewatch #i guess ?? gonna look so funny in my tag jumping from s1 to this

[amrv-5]

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#not sure if it is the post-project blues #or just the state of [gestures] #but I am feeling the despair in this chili's tonight #the horrors? everybody you know the horrors? clap if you know the horrors

[digoload]

Really feeling the societal despair in this chili’s tonight

[the-barkside]

And I feel rage and despair in this chili's tonight

#i can't even have this ofc #i don't even know what to feel about this situation #maybe this is a good thing #either way again feels like a joke I'm always at the end of #*curb your enthusiasm song starts playing*

[meet-me-in-the-kitchen]

I wish Harry had punched Calvin Harris that night, on God

#i feel despair in this chili’s tonight #harry styles #JUST PUNCH HIM GODDAMNIT #haylor

[wickermallow]

. but like, a positive . this time

#can you imagine being the type of person who is comforted by just being reassured that it's okay to dream big #I'm feeling big clown honk in this chili's tonight #because like #ok so this requires context of basically me having not wanted a romantic relationship until this time in my life and then suddenly my whole #body crying and freaking out and physically breaking down because of how bad I want one (that's sad!! that's sad) #anyway I been struggling with that for a bit now #oh god since february already???? shame #struggling because I know my standards are gonna be Pretty Specific and Rare in american society especially because I just don't value #a lot of what americans value #or at least it feels that way #and I've been hand wringing over the feeling of 'maybe I should just get rid of even hoping for meeting an ideal someone and not even try' #and I've been agonizing for like a week and half of pure despair kJHSF #literally all the bad energy just cleared up cuz I realized that the cynical voice in my head belonged to my mom #and someone told me to shut up and accept maybe My Type exists out there and try before giving up #boom done #now I just am going to hope out of pure spite because my mom doesn't tell me what to do #not even from my own psyche #shut up mom I'm gonna meet My Type and live well #maeposting

[pythonteeth]

8’)

[marvanne111]

Thinking about how The Lord of the Rings is a story that is perhaps even more relevant today than when it was written. This is a world where everything has crumbled and decayed and broken down- not suddenly and with no warning- but predictably and due in part to the negligence of those whose job it is to keep things whole. Yet so many join together and fight against this, even though it’s overwhelming and feels inevitable and hopeless. Those like Elrond and Gandalf, who saw the end coming, who warned those around them, who were ignored and dismissed. Those like the hobbits or the children who fought and died for Rohan, who were innocent and played no part in the breaking down of Middle Earth. Those who are guilty at least in part of this breaking down like Theoden and Gimli and Legolas. It is a story about a variety of people who- whether it is fair or not (and so often it is not)- fight against a daily, devastating despair and decay which is consuming them and all those they love. “By rights they shouldn’t even be there… but they are”- and they do what they can, when they can and fight a fight they should not have to, against a crippling hopelessness- inspiring others around them to do the same and I just- god- feeling emotional in this Chili’s tonight.

#lord of the rings #the two towers #gandalf #elrond #lotr gimli #aragorn #legolas #theoden #what CAN men do against such reckless hate #ride out with me #this story ages like a fine wine

[charlietheepicwriter7]

The Many Akumatizations of Luka Couffaine (5)

Quote: “Ashes to Ashes... Dust to Dust...”

Name: Ashes 

Reason: (I’m feeling angsty in this chilis tonight...) Marinette is dead. Straight up unalive. Probably Lila’s fault, since she’s the worst. Luka feels numb for the first few days after her funeral - her family invited him to sit with them since he was her girlfriend - and it isn’t until they’re given her cremation ashes back that the despair really hits. 

Goal: To bring Marinette back to life. This would be the “episode” where it’s revealed to the heroes that Hawkmoth wants the wish to bring back a loved one.

Powers: Fire powers. He can burn something to ash in seconds. 

Appearance: Smoke grey, extremely hazy and difficult to look at. The only pop of color is his necklace, gold, which was a present from Marinette. 

#lukanette #angst #akuma luka #villain luka #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #lila salt #major character death #miraculous ladybug #mlb #the many akumatizations of luka couffaine #this series only exists bc i missed day 4 of lukanette month

[santeria]

i've had to postpone my therapist appointments like 4 times already bc the streets nd the highway to get there r still flooded and it's,, been bad. my mental health is declining nd i feel like shit and drawing isn't helping and today I didn't eat lunch or breakfast even though i worked out for 2 hours nd it's bad it's shit she keeps calling me after the horrible shit she said and im tired im really fucking tired and worried about my family and my brother and everyone I know who's about to be hit by that hurricane and now school is gonna start up again and stress is going to get a hold on me and I fear that I'll go back to smoking bc getting a vape is too expensive and just,,, I'd love to be able to stop thinking and existing,, I'm exhausted

#this is incoherent and stupid im sorry #it's 2am in the morning and I feel despair in this Chili's tonight #gumi talks #delete later #don't rb #smoking tw #trauma blogging #lolol gotta love being a traumatized piece of shit

[labelleizzy]

Having a bad night, friendos.

Black Dog's got me and the despair is thick in the Chili's tonight

Trying to make myself sad enough to cry in hopes it's only a chemical imbalance but

Your gal could use some encouragement. No danger of real self harm, just feeling all kinds of alone and useless. Flattened. Spiraling, can't sleep.

Photo from just last weekend. I felt happy and confident.

IDK send me pictures of comfort objects or tell me what cheers you up or breaks you out of a tailspin?

Thanks...

#is this a broken heart? #maybe #my words #personal post #probably delete later

[the-lady-bear]

I want to scroll through content of my own dnd character and interact with posts about her

but I have to MAKE the content

feeling despair in this Chili's tonight

#dnd #5e #shes an aasimar paladin who doesnt know what gods are and i love her #tonight is our last session in our current campaign #and im NERVOUS #aasimar #paladin

[rosesutherlandwrites]

Three people I know have gotten married since pandemic, two have had babies, and there have been a handful of engagements. All of my close friends are are working from home, but working.

I’ve been unemployed since the theatres went dark in March, lost my apartment, had to move cross country so I could live rent free (which I know is really deeply lucky, and believe me I appreciate it but it is stressful feeling you own nothing and have no legal stake in your home) and while I met someone lovely online the second week of lockdown it’s been 8 BLESSED MONTHS and they are still on the other side of a closed border and I am just feeling a sense of utter despair in this Chili’s tonight.

#i try really hard #to be an upbeat and positive energy #but lately my brain is everywhere #Im not accomplishing shit in spite of how it may look #and mostly I just want to cry #whiny whiny whiner #please don’t mind me this is pure venting #i had a couple drinks and I am full of melancholy but will be fine tomorrow #i just really needed to yell down the void

[carolyncaves]

It’s Day 6: Breeze and apparently we’re feeling Baoshan Sanren in this chili’s tonight.

727 words, Baoshan Sanren, Songxiao. Post-CQL.

It was said Baoshan Sanren was older than the mountains.

This was obviously not true. The mountains were older than anything that lived, and Baoshan Sanren was not an immortal. She was not born one, anyway, and when her last day came, she would not die one either. This long period in between was admittedly rare, even among cultivators, but she had no grand illusions about her nature. Baoshan Sanren was human, so her fate was sealed.

Atop the celestial mountain it was distant, though. Baoshan Sanren had made her home in a sacred place, and she had cultivated it well. It was a place outside the world, where many things were possible. She lived there for a very long time, gathered disciples, and grew still and wise. She did not know what would make her change.

It was Cangse who planted the first seed. It was Xingchen who watered it. It was, strangely, neither and both of them who cast the light that saw it bloom.

A fierce corpse named Song Lan appeared at the threshold, and he held a silk pouch in his hands.

She went down to meet him personally. “You were told when you left you would not be permitted to enter again in this life,” she called out to him. “Neither of you." But even then, she could see that neither of them had the life they'd left with. She admitted Song Lan and his cargo to the celestial mountain.

It was a ripple in a still pond.

Song Lan could not speak aloud, but Baoshan Sanren had a mirror that reflected pure thoughts, so with it she could hear his story. He revealed himself to her, uncaring whether he himself might be judged and found wanting. He showed her longing, and treachery, and despair. He showed her regret. He showed her the deeds of a fierce and free cultivator, the child of the fierce and free Cangse Sanren. He showed her the splintered remains of the soul of Xingchen, her good and gentle disciple.

He asked her to help him.

“There is little enough left of either of you to work with,” she said.

Please, he said. I will give whatever I have left. I love him, she heard beneath it.

That was the moment Baoshan Sanren knew her time on the mountain was finished.

She knew love. She had loved friends and lost them before coming here; she loved her disciples now and grieved them when they left. But she had failed to understand that Song Lan would love that bag of scattered stardust more than his own half-life without him telling her. So she would go down from the mountain, and she would not return.

Rules were rules, after all. She was bound by them, too, no matter her intellect or her power. An old friend had taught her that lesson, with her words and the terrible consequences of her actions.

First she helped them, as best she could. Song Lan was a corpse with no life, and Xiao Xingchen was a spattering of spiritual energy where a consciousness had once been, but Baoshan Sanren was powerful and old and wise, and the celestial mountain was a place outside the world where many things were possible. They would never be able to leave, but there was a lot to recommend the life they would have there. It was one of peace. They would be able to put their hands in one another's, and they would have all the time they wanted for it.

Someday it would be said that Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen, who guarded and inherited Baoshan Sanren's celestial temple, were older than the mountains.

Perhaps it was because of her old friend that Baoshan Sanren's legs carried her where they did. By the time she arrived, she had new callouses on the soles of her feet. Her mind was dazed by new words made for different times. A new and incongruous laughter, the sound of a soul that was bright despite every odd, reached her ears on the mist-damp breeze.

When Baoshan Sanren looked upon the gates of Cloud Recesses for the first time in centuries, she did it with fresh eyes.

(Lan Wangji had not known it was possible for Wei Ying to be speechless. Characteristically, it was Baoshan Sanren who accomplished that miracle.)

#untamed spring fest #the untamed #mdzs #baoshan sanren #songxiao #confession: i started writing this thinking the prompt was 'fresh' if that gives you any hint as to the state of my brain #bc of course 'fresh' was yesterday's prompt #but by the time i realized i'd already written the last line and liked it a lot #so i weaseled 'breeze' in right there before it #let's just say it's two for one on the theme words today #my fic #bssr

[cressisaqueen-moved]

that scene in emma (2020) where mr. knightly is just fuckin lying on the floor in despair? i feel that in this chili’s tonight

#emma #emma (2020) #mr knightley #cressisqueen #meaning it’s yearning time babey!! #simp tag

[tylerthegerm]

And I feel overwhelming despair in this chilis tonight