I made this, please feel free to use

I made this post a couple months ago, and I completely forgot that I made it

today has been one of the worst days of my entire life, and this post somehow made its way back to me, like a mental-health chef boyardee can.

it actually helped me a lot

have some more

oh to be a small mouse in a pastoral children’s novel who lives in a hollowed out tree stump and does nothing but collect dewdrops and sweep their doorstep with a feather

and carve one strawberry into slices like it’s a ham

you get it

Walnut shell beds with moss pillows and blankets!

Safe suicide hotlines

sharing this for my american friends and followers, i just found out what happened there, i'm so sorry,, and i sincerely hope all of you will be safe after the elections

Chai tea bag + lil but of brown sugar + apple cider packet + 16 oz. mug of hot but not quite boiling water

it will not Fix You but like. maybe. maybe.

tags by @eridan-ampora

Update: this is the best post I've ever made because everyone is sharing their Warm Beverage recipes in the notes. Go check the notes for more Warm Beverages That Will Fix You.

happy halloween! 🎃 be careful not to fall into The Unknown by accident 🍂

This is so beautiful!

almost every person i know bathes/showers in the evening while i do that in the morning, i’m curious which is more wide-spread so please reblog with tags saying if you take a shower/bathe in the morning or the evening

A mirror breaks

AI??!!!!?!

&

You go to hell

Or make a family

either time loop or they all die

get arrested for punching your therapist

or

gaslight gatekeep girlboss yourself

or

make a deal with the devil (but it’s actually good)

or

make a deal with god (but it’s actually bad)

actually I thought of a better way to describe my favorite game’s ending

you go up a ladder

a cat pushes an exit door off of the floor and into the void

kill god

Usually fire, often death

he goes insane and dies while your frozen in time. desert

helicopter

You can make a deal with the devil, give your body to a terrorist, die in 6 months, or just kill yourself. Your choice.

Local Teenage Boy Becomes Door To Stop Death

the fog

Your character (not you) goes home.

WAKE UP BABE NEW DUCK SONG JUST DROPPED

Big fan of Dipper "if I ever see you again outside of my nightmares, there is no force in the universe that will stop me from putting you in the ground" Pines

YOU GUYS GET IT!!

It’s been a whole year since Long Gone Days dropped 💚

To celebrate, we’ve got something special to share with you — an artbook with 70+ pages of stunning concept & production art by @burasto! 🎨✨ Pre-orders for our physical edition are open now:

Sometimes I completely forget I drew this Moomin x Ghibli thing

The idea is Studio Ghibli adapted Comet in Moominland and the gang recently met Snufkin in their adventure

some comfort from dear uncle

anyway have any of you ever thought about how Jason was raised by wolves and then an army and told he had to be the best so he became the best, made himself the best using his experiences and power, who has to prove himself time and time again to the people who made him, and then he meets Percy Jackson who, with almost none of Jason’s training, without having been raised and molded into a leader, is better than him

Percy Jackson, who had a childhood, who had a mom, who seems all the better for it. Jason can finish his quests and missions and get a pat on the back and congratulations for bringing honor to the Legion and nothing else because that’s what’s expected of him, while Percy gets hugs and cookies and tears of relief and so much love because people had been hoping he’d succeed, not because it meant victory, but because it meant he'd live.

all of the things Jason’s gone through to make him that perfect leader and soldier feel like they were all for nothing because he looks at Percy Jackson and sees that perfect leader and soldier and none of the things that made Jason good are what made him great

But what if that causes Jason to work harder? He trains himself for hours, perfecting the most dangerous and skillful of his abilities. However, it is still. not. enough. He cannot outshine Percy’s excellence. So, Jason pushes himself to extreme limits (devoting himself to torturous, lengthy training) to try to uphold his beliefs, the ideas presented to him when he was just a kid: that he is a superior fighter, that he is supposed to be strong (and more capable than his peers), and that he must satisfy himself by proving his strength to others. This leads Jason to challenge Percy in front of their friends. Percy views it as a fun and beneficial training exercise between equals. They spar relentlessly, exerting their energy in what Percy begins to view as a frantic, exhilarating tournament, which pushes him to compete harder. Yet Percy’s happiness is overshadowed by Jason’s determination and guilt. His thoughts blurring together in a hazy panic of labored breaths, Jason feels pure desperation. He knows that, without winning, he is alone in destitute. He has failed. Overwhelmed to being on the verge of tears, Jason loses his sensibility, and his fighting becomes simultaneously more rigid and violent. Finally, Jason slashes his blade into the small of Percy’s back, where his Achilles heel used to be. Although Percy had been rid of the curse, fear embedded itself in his mind surrounding the vulnerability of that spot of his body. Mortified by Jason’s actions, Percy forfeits the battle. And Jason, who’s heartbeat is frenzying uncontrollably in his ears and who’s hands refuse to stop shaking, finally feels a surge of pride, if only for a moment, because he beat Percy Jackson. Filled with hubris, Jason feels powerful, but more importantly, he feels needed. Jason is proud that he has proved his usefulness to himself and his friend, but when he gazes upon the Argo II’s crew: at Annabeth tightly hugging a shivering, anxious Percy, at Hazel and Frank holding hands out of fear, at the questioning look on Nico’s face, at Leo’s nervous fidgeting, and at Piper’s frown of disappointment, shame envelops Jason. He tries to stabilize himself to no avail, as all he notices is the empty feeling of overwhelming dread. Tears rapidly cascade down his tense face, his lungs tight as he grapples for air, something he once had full control over. Utter helplessness, embarrassment, and fear block out Piper and Leo’s hands and words that attempt to comfort Jason. Looking around the arena, Jason makes eye contact with Percy, who’s eyes dart away, his eyebrows furrowing in pain from the sticky stream of blood spewing down his back. To Percy’s right is a glaring, irked Annabeth, frozen with fear. Despite all the commotion he has caused, and all the pain he has felt, a nagging thought persistently distracts Jason’s mind, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth: It was Percy’s choice to walk away and lose the battle, and he wasn’t even using his full strength. Jason realizes that, even in Percy Jackson’s most frightened state, he would always have friends to support him, he would always have his sense of dignity, and he would always possess the power of surpassing Jason on every level. Above all, that hurt more than anything, or at least it hurt more than the lack of oxygen. Jason falls unconscious, his body failing as much as his sense of purpose, his emotions nullifying into a calmer state. The last thing Jason thinks about before falling asleep is neither the echoing shouts of Piper and Leo nor is it Percy Jackson’s voice reassuring, “It’s alright, Jason.” Instead, Jason dreams of a mirage with wolves in tall grass, alcohol flowing into a paranoid woman’s stomach, and the fear of forgetting and of remembering. As Jason watches this unfold, he is convinced that his destiny, his purpose, is to be alone, and maybe that is all he is worth.