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#im feeling emotional today
transbeeduo · 1 year
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I’m having many thoughts about the DSMP finale.
I don’t think anything like DSMP will ever happen again, if I’m being perfectly honest. Nothing is ever going to come close to just how MASSIVE it was, and how momentous it’s all felt. Like over 100k people were tuning in to watch MCRP lore at some points, which is INSANE. And like the insane amount of love put into it by (most of) the people on it, and the fans. The fanart, fansongs, recreations of the server, animatics, everything really! Stuff like Sad-Ist’s animations, Derivakat’s songs based off the characters and events, and like!!! So much more!!!! And the work of the CCs!!!!! Stuff like Quackity’s Las Nevadas streams or BadBoyHalo’s Eggpire streams with their INSANELY high quality productions, with the former even having it’s own music??? That’s INSANE!!
And like, despite EVERYTHING. The Dream situatuon, the slow and uneventful downfall of the server, the Nuke ending. I still LOVE this server, and don’t see myself leaving it’s fandom ANYTIME soon. and I’ll probably love it for the rest of my life. It’s literally changed my life for the better. Introduced me to so many lovely people I never would’ve seen otherwise, made me improve my writing and my art, and literally got me through SO MANY tough times in my life. And it introduced me to so many content creators I never would’ve gotten into in the first place. It’s done so much for me, and has done so much for so many other people, and I don’t think that can be overlooked, because I doubt something like that is ever going to happen again.
Farewell, DSMP. Your Unfinished Symphony finally draws to a close.
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sapphire-writes · 1 year
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just wanted to voice my love again for you all I am really loving this community of writers and readers and am so happy to make content for the HOTD fandom!! thank you so much for supporting me it means the world to me 🫶🏻🥹
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the-cookie-of-doom · 8 months
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I've been in nursing school for a year now, and the stress of everything has been seriously wearing me down. After nearly 4 months in clinical being made to feel like an idiot, I find myself doubting my choices more often than not. But then I'll have an interaction with a patient at just the right time to remind me exactly why I'm here, suffering through his god-awful program.
A few weeks ago, a patient my age came in, massive trauma victim. She'd been camping in the mountains for a few days when she crashed an ATV. Honestly, she's lucky to be alive. Her friends had to run 2 miles through the wilderness to get to a payphone and call for help. She'd spent a week in the hospital by the time I met her, when she'd finally asked someone if there was any way we could wash her hair.
The normal system we use is these shower caps that have soap in them, and they're awful. Especially when you have thick, curly hair that's almost down to your waist. Walking into that room, seeing this poor kid who could barely move due to her injuries, my heart just broke. Her hair was so dirty after almost 2 weeks without a proper shower that it looked wet from where I was standing in the door.
Together with another nurse tech, we managed to improvise and figure out how to get her hair washed. The beds aren't made for it, we don't have the equipment for it, and like I said she could barely move. But we made it work. I spent probably an hour and a half carefully washing and combing through her hair with nothing more than a regular barber's comb, until it was completely clean and tangle free, and braided it after so it could stay that way.
Just this week I was able to help another young woman that I wasn't assigned to. I didn't know anything about her situation, but I overheard another of my classmates (her assigned student) tell the nurse tech that she needed help and didn't want him to do it. The nurse tech essentially told him it wasn't her responsibility to accommodate that, she was too busy, and the patient needed to either accept his help or get over it. I overhead, and stepped in to see what was wrong.
When I got to the room, the patient was crying and hyperventilating, couldn't tell me what was going on, and looked overall distraught. I was able to just sit with her for a few minutes to calm her down, find out what was wrong. She was hot and sweaty, needed a new gown/sheets. Understandable, no problem. I went and got the stuff, brought her a cold drink and a fan, got her changed, etc. The whole time she kept apologizing because she didn't know what was wrong with her, she wasn't usually like that, she didn't have anything against the guys it was just too much...
The whole time, that nurse tech from before was with me, too. Despite telling my classmate she didn't have time to deal with it, she almost immediately followed me into the room, kept trying to take over what I was doing, all while looking incredibly frustrated with the patient. Making her feel even worse. Once we were done I got the tech to leave so I could talk with the patient, let her know it's okay, that she was just overwhelmed and it's understandable. I reassured her that we're there to take care of her, she deserves to feel safe and taken care of in the hospital. The whole time, she didn't feel comfortable asking for anything else because of how she was treated before me.
Nursing school focuses on building a therapeutic relationship with patients. We need them to trust us and believe they'll be taken care of. It's easy to say you chose health care because you want to help people, but it's also really easy to lose that compassion. Sometimes you don't realize you're doing it. I don't blame that nurse tech, she really was busy. And when you're a working nurse with multiple patients to care for, you don't always have the time to spend an hour or two washing someone's hair, or handling their emotional breakdown with patience. But I think too often, people don't even try.
These relationship's with patients are exactly what's getting me through the misery of nursing school. I'm not out there curing anyone right now, but I know I'm having a positive impact in people's lives. I'm doing my best to show that you can still trust that when you're in the hospital, during one of the most vulnerable times in your life, someone will be there to take care of you and care for you.
I've worked in health care for two and a half years now. My philosophy has always been to maintain patient dignity above all else. It's so easy to forget the person lying in that bed is still a person, and not just a patient, or a set of tasks that have to get done at a certain time. You can't let yourself forget the care in healthcare.
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what if when zoro n kuina were little, zoro saw kuina piercing her ears. when kuina notices zoro, she bets him that he cant handle the pain as well as her. taking that as a challenge, zoro pierced his left ear three times.
when he showed kuina, she just drags him to an earring shop so that they both can choose cute earrings. "isnt this too girly?" "please, earrings can be for both men and women" [i hc that zoro used to be hypermasculine due to kuina being masculine as well] zoro continues to be still so kuina took the initiative to go around the store. she keeps bringing out obscure ones that almost made zoro want to leave but he doesnt. as shes looking around for earrings, she finds three gold ones that were sold as a trio. she shows it to zoro and he pretended to look disinterested but kuina knew better. however, when they saw the price, they left.
after kuina died, it took a long time for zoro to recover, until he asked for the wado ichimonji. once he did so, he considered finally going to the village for the first time since her death. at that moment, he saw those earrings once again and remembered of the one person who fueled his ambitions of becoming the greatest. however, he was only able to buy it years later after accumulating bounties around the village. in a way, the earrings were a way to keep kuina alive in his memories and a part of his journey to becoming the greatest swordsman.
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helyeahmangocheese · 2 years
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I think about them every fucking day do you hear me every fucking day all I think about is how Percy wants to make Annabeth feel remembered and how Annabeth wants Percy to know he's good enough for this quest and how Grover just wants to take care of them both and they are the perfect trio do you hear me
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starrybouquet · 1 year
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how many things would I accidentally block if I just filtered the words "ba'al" and "dc" and "washington"
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nekomim1 · 3 months
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Nona the ninth is like,
Imagine you are a girl, and you woke up sixth months ago and thats your earliest memory. You dont know who you are. Your name was chosen for you seemingly at random, because nobody else knows who you are either. All you know about yourself is this: you cannot let anyone see you injured, or they will kill you. You are inhabiting a body that the others recognize, but you dont. You are probably one of two people, but nobody knows which one. You dont know these people. You dont know yourself. And deep down maybe you know you're not either one of them.
You are happy anyway.
You live with three people, who love you and who you love back fiercely. One of them is inhabiting a body that doesnt belong to her. She understands you, but she also doesnt. The other two are sharing a body, so intertwined that you can never be sure which one is standing right in front of you, unless you study them closely and know them well enough to guess. They understand you, but they also dont. They expect you to be one of two people, but you arent and you dont know why. You dont know who (what) you are.
You are happy anyway.
The world is crumbling around you. Your life is on a time limit and your soul is trying to claw its way out of your (her) body. The people you love are in danger but you dont know why or how to stop it. You are in danger, and the people you love know how to save you. You dont belong in this body, everyone knows that now. You are too big, too much, and the rest of your essence is trying to claw its way into your mind, becoming whole again, but you cant let it. You cant let it because if you are whole then you will be different, you wont be Nona anymore and you will not be that girl who loves and who is loved. But there is no choice, you must go back or risk killing yourself and the girl whose body you inhabit. You may remember your time as Nona, or you may not, but either way you will never be the same again. You might not be loved anymore. You might not love.
But you are happy anyway.
Because at least you know this. You cannot take loved away.
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maareyas · 4 months
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Greeting a new dawn
decided to do something for the new year at the last minute kkkhkdkh. this was supposed to be a quick one. wadda hell
here's to another year of existing and silverposting. I want to hope that things will become better for all of us.
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brother-emperors · 7 months
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niccolo machiavelli & biagio buonaccorsi
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Machiavelli's Service to the Republic, John M. Najemy
eventually I'll read Sasso's writing on Machiavelli, but even reading Najemy's summary of the text with regards to Biagio and Machiavelli's relationship made me feel unwell™ in some kind of way like. even love. what an absolute gut punch pair of words to put in the middle of a sentence. I feel fine about it!! (a lie)
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The Life and Times of Machiavelli, Pasquale Villari
AND NOW. regarding the scene. the letter exchanging hands is referencing their correspondence in general, but to also how Biagio was a collaborator to Machiavelli's plans (and a little bit about how some of Machiavelli's works were copied in Biagio's hand)
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Machiavelli, Leonardo and the Science of Power, Roger D Masters
and regarding the red panel with the figure getting measured, it's about how Biagio had clothing for Machiavelli made to his own measurements in Machiavelli's absence.
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Niccolò’s Smile, Maurizio Viroli
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skitskatdacat63 · 9 months
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Can we talk about how in all the 2011 Post-Qualifying pics, Jense and Seb are always gravitating towards each other, and then Mark/Lewis are just🧍‍♂️
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Cherik is such a gorgeous love story I often forget it's not canon.
Like, objective proof aside, imagine a love so undying it has persisted after so many fights, betrayals and wars in every universe and will continue to do so even if the earth stops spinning, even when everything is reduced to the ground. The love will persist, because it feels older than the universe itself, and it will do so no matter how much either of them tries to bury it or stop it. Its a love that has changed their lives, the lives of so many, it has changed the world in each and every reality where it's born. It may not actually be what makes the world spin, but it sure is what makes each other spin, because Charles Francis Xavier is not Charles Francis Xavier without Erik Magnus Lehnsherr, and Erik Magnus Lehnsherr is not Erik Magnus Lehnsherr without Charles Francis Xavier.
And this. This. Is NOT canonigally romantic love. WHAT THE FUCK.
Never forget what heterinormativity stole from us
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themushroomofdeath · 4 months
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Zoro feels like the sea. The mysteries of his deep sea, uncontrollable strength of his waves, the all consuming tides pulling your soul towards his. Lifeless you’d be without his presence, dried from not being able to hear his thundering voice, feel the warmth of his skin, the radiance of his smile and the devotion of his everlasting love. 
Zoro may be dangerous to those who dive into him without approval, disrespecting his limits. Strong arms and blades readied to drown those who ignored his clear warnings on their own blood. But for you: he is a calm bay. Trusted as you are, falling on the green-ish pool with ease, swimming between his emotions and loved memories, safe by the warm waters of his body embracing yours, arms tight and protective.
Zoro tastes like the sea, the saltiness of his skin as you graze your lips into it. The waves of his tensed muscles relaxing under your ministration, solid turning into liquid as your hands and mouth explore him, peaceful breath and happy semblance. And by the way he looks back at you, it’s clear: you are his Sun. There’s only enjoyment to Zoro’s form when you are present to warm his beach, there’s only life and colors inside of him because your light sustains it. He would exist without you - wild and untamed sea, of course. But with you, there’s warmth inside his previously gelid heart.
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piningprecussionist · 18 days
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Oh! Fucking. Duh. Obvious Roxie post I can make today: here's an emote I made for the sp:te server! (With variants of different degrees of completion...)
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I was gonna go back and shade the comic colors Roxie but. Just ended up going w the colors picked off the screenshot. This screenshot, specifically!
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aka-indulgence · 6 months
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* (There's a photo album inside the drawer.)
* (There are photos of Sans with a lot of people you don't recognize.)
* (There are photos you recognize as Sans’ first time on the surface, with all his friends.)
* (... and, one photo of you standing together with Sans.)
* (He looks happy.)
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Thinking about Aether teaching Phantom about the space race, and about the animals we sent into space before we sent people.
Phantom would would absolutely sob at Laika's story, relating almost too deeply to her. Abandoned by humanity and cast into a wild dark unknown, all while holding onto hope for so much more. He would go out at nights and sit on the opposite side of the courtyard from Aether, not to disrupt his own prayers to the stars.
Phantom would search the sky each night for Canis Major, before spilling his heart to the stars. The first time he did, he realized why Aether would go out and convene with the great beyond each night. The catharsis, the tears, the ability to share all of you with something far greater. Watching the stars twinkle, as if in response to the cries and pleas you make. The blinking, almost like Morse code, that told you it was all going to be okay. That you had no other choice.
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azurechicken · 11 months
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I find it curious that people who end up disliking Anders usually list their reasoning as him being snappy. Well, yeah? He is snappy, he is loud, he is fiery, and he doesn't know how to stand down most of the time. If he was not the way he is, he would be another Circle Mage. But that is not really the point, is it? He does not start out as this fiery mage who cannot shut up about anything injustice. He starts out as this jokester even the fans always look back and say "I liked this Anders better". Between the jokester!Anders and fiery!Anders, is there really that big of a difference though? Don't get me wrong, I do see the way years changed him, as well as the merging of course. But who he was and who he is are just a reflection of how he reacts to the same problem he always faced; being unheard. This man spent his entire life trying to make points that never really reached their destination. At first he joked about them, and everybody waved him off. Then he got serious, and he was shut down or ignored. From the point that we meet him, between dead templers, he already looked like he lost the argument about having anyone just listen long ago. So he jokes about it. Now, Awakening!Anders is young, not yet faced the unending taint and darkspawns, he is just starting. He didn't yet see the mess Kirkwall is, didn't help anyone who needs it in a sewer selflessly until drained. Didn't have an ethereal being of justice push him towards righting the wrongs done to his kind. He still had Ser Pounce too, if that helps. And in a way, Karl, of course. But the Anders we see in Kirkwall has seen and done all that. He is now all that he suffered. He changed, he didn't have a choice against it. But one thing did not change; he continued to make his points, and he continued being unheard. And at this point, I think it is already a bit late to hear him out. Because he has been unheard for so long, he feels unheard. And feelings are louder than facts, always. And, yes, he is snappy. He snaps because who would hear if he didn't? He is fiery because he has people to stand up for. It is not just his voice anymore, it is of many more like him. So yes, he is loud, with many voices hidden behind his own. Yet, even then, 'he is just an abomination.'
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