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“The timeless joy of Tom and Jerry even transcends species.”
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If the Strawhats were Soap
Luffy:
Zoro:
Sanji:
Nami:
Usopp:
Chopper:
Robin:
Franky:
Brook:
Bonus: World Govt.
sorry for the long post :) enjoy x
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Washing your hands for 20 seconds alignment chart:
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Stuck at home? Here’s an isolation survival post:
(Everything here is free to use! Feel free to add on. Links were purposefully broken to avoid Tumblr’s spam prevention.)
Social:
discordapp.com/ - Like Skype but better, more accessible, smoother, and with more features. Call, play games, and chat with friends.
twitch.tv/ - Watch and chat with people doing everything from gaming to cooking to teaching.
Reading:
whichbook.net/ - helps you find what book to read
overdrive.com/ - Free audiobooks through your public library
standardebooks.org/ebooks/ - Free ebooks
rbdigital.com/ - Free audiobooks and ebooks through your public library
Movies:
www.kanopy.com/ - Free movies through your public library
www.ted.com/ - Watch lots of educational and inspiring talks
Hobbies:
join.skillshare.com/ - Learn how to do virtually anything with 2 free months of premium
scratch.mit.edu/ - Make a game or movie, super easy to use, good introductory programming “language”
gimp.org/downloads/ - Free photoshop-like program.
twinery.org/ - Make a text-based game
pixologic.com/sculptris/ - make 3D models
unity.com/ - Make a 3D game
yoyogames.com/gamemaker - make a 2D game
spotify.com/us/ - Listen to music
travelandleisure.com/attractions/museums-galleries/museums-with-virtual-tours - Museums with virtual tours
Dungeons and Dragons: (play over Discord!) (DM me if you want PDFs of the Handbooks)
probablybadrpgideas.tumblr.com/post/612459866001391616/basic-rules-for-dungeons-dragons-dungeons - The Basics
entertainment.howstuffworks.com/leisure/brain-games/beginners-guide-dungeons-and-dragons.htm - Learn to play
roll20.net/ - Make maps/play online
Video Games:
itch.io/ - play hundreds of games
freegameplanet.com/ - Even more free games!
dolphin-emu.org/ - Play Gamecube and Wii games
Phone Apps:
sourceforge.net/projects/gameboid/ - Play gameboy games
smartphones.gadgethacks.com/how-to/10-must-play-free-puzzle-games-for-iphone-android-0178848/ - list of puzzle games
Cooking:
fridgetotable.com/ - Input ingredients you have and get recipes you can make.
youtube.com/user/DepressionCooking - Learn how to cook with limited ingredients from a lovely old woman who lived during the Great Depression
butterwithasideofbread.com/homemade-bread/ - Make bread with yeast
letsdishrecipes.com/traditional-irish-soda-bread/ - Make bread without yeast
Other tips:
Take care of yourself (eat well, shower often, wear clean clothes, exercise, clean your space)
Talk with people
Do what makes you happy
Take time away from screens
Play – with your pets, your kids, your friends. Keep yourself active and busy and happy.
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“I’m Sorry”
She looked at the wall in silence.
“You cant cry” She tells herself
“You’ll have to say why” She explains.
“And then he will tell you the truth.” She concludes.
She looks at the mirror.
“You’re fat.” She states.
“And disgusting.” She continues.
“Such poor hygiene.” She observes.
She looks at the room.
“You’re lazy.” She exclaims.
“You’re useless.” She retorts.
“You’re overwhelming.” She proclaims.
She looks at her hands.
“You’re stupid.” She whispers.
“So clumsy.” She murmurs.
“ Always causing pain.” She mutters.
She looks at the water.
“ He hates you.” She spoke.
“Why wouldn’t he?” She asks.
“Im not worth anything.” She justifies.
She steps closer.
“He’ll be happier.” Three steps
“He’ll forget.” Two steps.
“It’s for the best.” One step.
“I’m sorry.”
He opens the door.
“Work was terrible.” He complains to an empty room.
“Are you not home?” He yells from the kitchen.
“Hello?” He calls from the bedroom.
He sees a note on the bed.
“It’s not your fault.” It read.
“It’s better this way.” She had wrote.
“ Live happy for me.” He croaked as he cried.
“I’m sorry.”
The phone rings.
#may be triggering#tw sucidal thoughts#tw sucide#sad thoughts#im so tired#venting#stay safe#sad poem#depressing poem
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executive dysfunction is legitimately physically uncomfortable. i’ll be trapped between two things, weirdly caught on how-much-time-it-might-take-me. i take hours worried im going to take hours doing things. i’ll sit on the floor for the entire day, caught up in the middle of not-doing the chores i actually do want to be doing.
& the amount of mental energy that goes into it. & the legitimate amount of anger and discomfort and self-hate. is not “being lazy”. it’d be a lot less work if i didn’t have to fight myself to just get up and do it.
i just need you to understand it’s not effortless. it’s never effortless. it’s not “okay let me just get up and finally start doing this.” it’s more like. i am slamming my foot on the pedal but the car is in neutral and nothing is moving. it’s more like shouting instructions into a dying telephone. it’s more like being trapped in a small electric box, and someone who hates me is administering shocks.
im trying. im trying. please help me get up.
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Darkness
I hear you.
You are not alone.
You are never alone in the darkness.
You cant see me.
Dont even try.
That's the point of the darkness.
I'm not a monster.
Not to me that is.
I just live in the darkness.
Do you trust me?
I wont harm you.
A friend inside the darkness.
The ink pooling at your feet,
Its nothing.
Just a mirage in the darkness.
Its not climbing up.
Your legs are not turning black.
Trust your friend in the darkness.
Its not up to your waist.
I swear.
An honest swear in the darkness.
Its covering you torso.
I mean it's not.
A slip up within the darkness.
You dont trust me?
It's too late.
You will soon be one with the darkness.
Yes its covering your arms.
Not long now.
I wait patiently inside the darkness.
Up to your neck.
No point in struggling.
You've lost to the darkness.
It fills your mouth.
It covers your head.
Welcome to the darkness.
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Knights and Days CHAPTER ONE (The stranger)
Virgil hated this place. He hated all the social works, doctors, and therapists trying to fix him. ‘THERE’S NOTHING FUCKING WRONG!’ He wanted to scream each time he was forced into another session or test. It’s not his fault that disaster seems to follow him like a stray dog looking for scraps. Whether it was fires starting mysteriously, glass shattering, even animals attacking his foster family (Though they always deserved that one in Virgil’s opinion.). Unfortunately, no one believed him when he said that the fires, glass, and animal attacks weren’t his fault.
It didn’t matter now. 4 years of the constant abuse and being ignored made him numb to it. This was Virgil’s norm. The little 11 years old was far too mature for his age now because of all the things he’s had to endure. Panic attacks were also commonplace for him now. Severe anxiety, depression, and PTSD are what the doctors had diagnosed him with. Virgil learned not to tell them about the strange things that happened anymore. Not the locked doors that suddenly unlocked, things levitating, and DEFINITELY NOT the animals talking to him. No one could EVER know about that. Virgil REFUSED to go back to the institute…
Unfortunately, it seems that he may not have a choice this time. For once again disaster had struck. Virgil sits on the floor, leaning against the wall with his hood hiding his face. He didn’t make the dog attack Hank, his foster father. The dog was just protecting him. Not that anyone really cared here.
His last foster father was an abusive alcoholic. Virgil shuddered, memories of the last few months making his breath quicken. Virgil tries to calm down, but they just keep flashing in his head.
‘ Hate. Screaming. Fists. Blood. Hunger. Darkness. Alcohol. Weight on top of him. Crying. Stop. No. Pain. Pain. Pain. PAI-’
“Hey… Hey… can you hear me?” A gentle voice pierces through the cascade of thoughts. Virgil lifts his head up from his knees, peering through his bangs. A pair of gentle brown eyes met his. Virgil forced himself to nod slightly through his panic. The man in front of him nodded in acknowledgment.
“Ok. That’s good.” He says gently. “Try this ok? Breathe in for 4 seconds. Can you do that for me?” Virgil, his whole body shaking, does as the man in front of him says, taking a rattling breath in for 4 seconds.
“Very good. Now hold it for six. That’s it.” The man encourages Virgil as he complies, feeling his panic attack starting to lessen slightly.
“Now breathe out for 7 seconds. Keep doing this ok. That’s it. You’re doing a great job there.” The man continues to coach Virgil through his panic attack until he can breathe normally. The man smiles at Virgil softly.
“All better kiddo?” Virgil nods.
“Yeah…um.. Thanks.. for that…” Virgil says softly. The man runs a hand through his brown and light purple hair, sitting beside him on the floor even though he was getting many strange looks from the people who worked there.
“I know what it’s like having panic attacks.” The adult tells him. Virgil feels calm, even though this stranger was sitting right beside him, talking to him. Virgil wanted to talk to this man some more but his Social Worker came up to them.
“Virgil, I’ve found someone who wants to be your new guar-“ She pauses when she finally looks up from her files.
“-Dian. Oh.Well… It seems you already met them.” Virgil looks at her confused, glancing at the man beside him.
“What?” Virgil can’t believe what she said. The man who just helped him through a panic attack was his new guardian? He’s gonna end up ruining this man’s life?!! The man just smiles softly, kindness practically radiating from him. The man sticks his hand out to Virgil.
“Hello, Virgil. I’m Thomas.”
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Thomas’ POV
‘So this is Virgil… Should’ve figured that out sooner. He looks so much like his mother.’ I think to myself as hold my hand out towards the extremely pale, underweight pre-teen, worry gnawing at me. I watch as his silver eyes scan me, a look of fear in them. This makes me a bit sad that an eleven-year-old would feel the need to fear someone who is supposed to be their new guardian. I must admit that I feel a bit of happiness when Virgil finally reaches out and takes my hand, shaking it softly.
“Hey.” Is all he says before withdrawing his hand, placing it inside his black hoodie’s pocket once more. Virgil hangs his head at an angle so that his ink black bangs obscure his face. I send him another small smile.
“I have to finish the paperwork right now, but you’ll probably be brought inside the office in a little bit okay?” Virgil just nods his head softly, pulling out an old mp3 play and earphones, putting them in. I look at him one more time before following the social worker into the office. I’m not really paying attention to what’s going on. Thankfully I finish the paperwork and now she is just talking to me and Virgil (he had entered almost immediately after I signed the last paper.) as she got the files in order. My mind is focused on the one standing beside me, thinking of how to tell Virgil the truth about who and what he is. That is till the woman says something that makes me bristle with anger.
“Now Virgil is known to start fires and break things, so strict discipline is probably the best way to go.” She rambles, not paying attention to either of us. But I see the way Virgil flinches at her words, slowly sinking into himself as she continues.
“You know how teens can be. So rebellious. Though Virgil should probably be placed back into a behavioral and mental institute in my opinion.” Virgil begins to shake after she mentions the institute. I feel my rage burn so quickly that I dont realize I am snapping till I open my mouth.
“He’s pretty much nothing but troub-”
“Thanks,” I say sharply, trying hard not to go off on this woman. “But I didn’t ask for your opinion.” My voice is emotionless and cold. “We’ll be leaving now. Have a good day.” I all but snarl, taking hold of Virgil’s wrist gentle so not to startle him and leave the room, the door slamming behind us. I let go of Virgil’s wrist and grab the two bags beside the door and practically march out the building.
“The nerve of that woman!” I mutter to myself, hearing Virgil’s footsteps behind me so I continue on to my van. “She’s supposed to have his best interest in mind. No wonder it took me so long to find him.”
“Find me?” I pause, looking behind me at the teen. I flinch at the fear and suspicion in Virgil’s face. I sigh, glad we are only a few feet from my van.
“I’m an old friend of your mother’s,” I tell him softly, the anger at the woman melting away per norm. I never could hold a grudge for long.
“I’ll explain everything when we get to our house.” I open the trunk of the van with my keys, placing his bags down before turning towards him once more.
“I promise.” Thankfully Virgil’s shoulders finally relax as he sighs.
“Okay.” Is all he says before getting into the backseat of the van. I smile, glad I could finally fulfill my promise to Marie.
“They’re all safe now Marie. Just like I promised.” I whisper softly before getting into the van and begin to drive home.
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A/N: So here is Chapter One. the next chapter will be mostly a flashback to what Virgil went through as he grew up. Need some background for our lovable storm cloud. I hope you all liked this. Feedback totally welcomed. I’m trying to make them longer, but this is where my creativity decided to ditch me for now and I wanna post this before I chicken out lol. hopefully Creativity with work with me later tonight and let me get a chapter out that’s more than 2000 works. Love you all!!!!
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Thorns
Things weren't supposed to go like this.
I had a plan for my life.
I had places to go
Things to become
People to love.
But now I'm stuck in a garden full of thorns.
I watched as one by one
My dreams crashed
People gave up on me
Or never really cared to begin with
And now I'm stuck in a garden full of thorns.
I feel them prickle at my skin
They pierce the layers
And I thicken my skin to stop the pain.
But it doesnt work.
Cuz I'm stuck in a garden of thorns.
I sit here alone.
Just me and my thorns.
I can hear voices over the wall of knives.
Sometimes they call out to me.
Asking to see the old me again.
But I'm stuck in a garden of thorns.
Its night now.
Monsters can be heard.
I think they're coming for me.
My breath shortens and I tremble.
I never liked the dark.
I want to run away to somewhere safe.
But I'm stuck in a valley of thorns.
Who am I?
What did I used to be like?
Why must I be this way?
I want to see the sun again.
I want to be happy again.
But I'm stuck in a room of thorns.
Maybe one day
When I'm not paying attention
A voice will come along and call out my name
A voice that doesnt go away.
That stays.
Even though I'm surrounded by thorns.
They will ask to see me.
Not old me.
Just me.
And will like me
Even though I'm corned by the thorns.
Maybe they will make a path
Through those deadly branches.
And I will see the sun again.
Finally out from the thorns.
And when I look back
Maybe I will find
A single rose beginning to bloom
In the garden full of thorns.
But that is just a wish
For I'm still being pricked.
Siting in the dark.
Wanting to escape.
Wanting a friend.
But I'm still alone.
Stuck in this maze of thorns.
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I swear
I'm happy!
I swear I am.
I'm hyper and verbal when around others.
But inside, most of the time I'm numb.
I have been since I was 16.
That was almost 5 years ago now.
But I'm happy I swear!
I'm here when you need a shoulder to cry on,
will fight to the death for you.
Because I dont want you to feel the numbness I feel inside.
But I'm fine, I swear I am.
I dont feel comfortable in my skin some days.
But I dont want to be considered a trender.
I just want to be able to explore.
But if I do, I'll be kicked out of my home.
I'm fine I swear.
I'm your happy pappy friend with that everlasting smile.
I'm your friend that hates themselves most days.
I'm your friend who's life is going well.
I'm your friend who screams on the inside.
Am I your friend?.....
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THE WALLS
Do you ever just care so much about things that you feel yourself reach a breaking point and then it's a rubber band snapping. Everything is just numb.
A slight chill where the warmth of happiness, joy and emotions used to be. Not even the flames of anger can reach you now.
The walls are made of steel and the floor titanium. You feel helpless as the walls crawl closer and closer.
The inevitable destruction of the small part left of you. You want to protect it. You do. It's the last hope. Even if its broken and a shell of what it used to be, shells can be filled. Dust can not.
But the walls dont stop.
No Charming royal comes to save you. And you cant save yourself.
You can hear the cries of your friends on the other side. Begging and pleading for you to come back to them. To be the person you used to be.
But you cant. That person was never real. Merely an illusion to hide the shell.
Other friends come by. They knew of the shell. They pound and bang and slam against the walls but nothing helps.
The walls keep coming.
You scream and cry and beg, but you dont feel anything. You try. God you try.
Nothing.
The walls are closer.
"I don't want to be this way. I never asked to be this way. I never asked to turn into this!"
You tell those who listen. Soon even that stops.
When did the walls get so close?
I'm fine you tell them, faking it with the practice of a professional. An award winning performance really. The emotions are just no longer there.
I can reach the walls without moving.
I've started to accept my fate. There is no use trying to stop it. I am merely human. Not that I care much anyways.
I curl into myself as the metal presses against my skin.
Not much longer. . . The walls push against me. But I no longer fight it. I feel my bones cracking, my lungs crushing. But I just smile. Because I cant let them see. Just mutter sorry and keep on going.
The walls touch.
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