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writingoddess1125 · 5 months

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In Another Life

Depression Time!!

Trafalgar Law x FemReader

Sadness, Angst, Death. And More Saddness!

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Wrote this while watching a movie- can probably guess the movie..

'Law! You have to promise me, when we get married we get a kitten' You giggled at your long term . The two of you holding hands as you walked through the meadows next to the secret base.

Law bristled at your words, remembering his own parents and the happiness they shared- but also the heartache he experienced thinking of them. The two of you looking to each other-

'Why do you say that?'

'Cause kittens are cute?- especially ones with gray fur and blue eyes' He cut you off with an annoyed scoff.

'No the marriage thing? Why would you think I'd marry you!?' His words harsh and rude which made you flinch.

'Law.. We aren't long for this world- we have already spent most of our lives together then seperate.. I'd want to spend the rest of it with you' You said so softly, confuses by his tone. Law yanking his hand away from you in false anger.

'Then I shouldn't waste my time in doing something stupid like marriage' He said annoyed. Your eyes filling up with tears, you didn't say a word. Instead walking away from him- he didn't stop you. Assuming you had just went to clear your mind from the harsh reality- but he didn't expect you to never return at all...

He should have know... he should have truly heard her words when she said she waan't long for this world...

That had been years ago.. he hadn't heard or seen (Y/N) since. Truthfully he regretted that so much- his world ever darker since that day.

At night he would wince when he thought back on his words before sleep- his dreams filled with the life he should have had with her if he wasn't so angry at the world.

It had been a few days ago however when he'd gotten a letter- recognizing your handwriting so well. But he never could have even guessed the words on those pages- asking to see him again before (Y/N) passed... a illness no one could treat claiming her life and taking her away soon.

Running to her home, he went to the hospital she was in- entering the room with a heavy heart knowing what was on the other side.

Law had always been a man of few words, but as he stood by (Y/N)'s side one final time, a thousand emotions wrestled within his heart. Her form weakened by the ravages of time, lay in a bed adorned with soft blankets that him and others had brought for her, her frail hand clasped in Law's strong grip.

"I wish we had more time," Law murmured, his voice heavy with regret.

(Y/N) smiled weakly, her eyes shimmering with love as the light began to fade from them. "We've had a lifetime of memories, Law. I am grateful for the time we've shared."

Her words struck Law like a blade to the chest, as he struggled to hold back the tears threatening to spill. His hardened exterior cracked, and vulnerability seeped through the cracks.

"I often dreamed of a life together, you know," Law confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "A quiet house by the sea, with our children running through the sand. We would sit on the porch, holding hands and watching the sunset."

Her expression softened with reminiscence, her voice a gentle melody. "That sounds like a beautiful lofe, Law. A life filled with love and peace."

Law's grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightened, as if trying to hold onto the fleeting moments they had left. "I would have given anything to make that dream a reality. To protect you, to see you smile every day."

(Y/N) lifted her free hand and gently caressed Law's cheek. "You have already given me so much, Law. The love you have shown me is more than I could have ever asked for."

Tears rolled down Law's face, his breathing uneven as he held back sobs. "If you'd had told me- I could have save you! protect you from the cruelty of this world. But..."

Her touch provided a soothing balm to Law's tortured soul. "You gave me a life filled with adventure, love, and purpose. Our time together has been a gift, Law.. even if it had to end like this."

Law lowered his head- sitting next to her as his tears started to drip onto the bed, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. (Y/N) despite her weakened state, gathered her strength and pulled Law into a tender embrace. They held each other, the weight of their emotions filling the room like an unspoken song.

As the sun began to set, its warm glow bathing the room in a golden light, Law whispered his final words into her ear. "I will carry your love within me until my last breath, and beyond. You have forever changed me, and our love will have another day."

(Y/N)'s touch grew feeble, her breathing shallow. She mustered the strength to raise her gaze to meet Law's tear-stained eyes. "Thank you for loving me, Law. I will always be with you, in your heart."

With those tender words, (Y/N) slipped away, leaving Law alone in a world forever altered. He held her lifeless hand, his despair mingling with the emptiness in his chest as loud desperate cries ripped through his soul.

Law sat in the inn, staring at the empty bottles infront of him- his chest feeling hallow and full of regret. Part of him wanting to walk into the sea and return to his love.. see her smiling face one last time-

Rolling himself up from his seat, he stumbled out of the bar- the alcohol making his brain fuzzy and uneven as he was met with the cold night air. His mind drifting to the sea... maybe he would see (Y/N) on the other side- his family.. love out that fantasy the two of you had always wished for.. one that he was too stupid to realize was more important than anything else-

As he walked down to the peir, his mind only of his regrets in life.

He looked out on the ocean, his legs felt like they were lead and he wanted to jump in and let the Goddess claim him- till the sound of his name drew him back. Looking to see a man in a suit rushing to him with a box and crate in tow.

"You there! Are you Trafalgar Law?"

"Yeah what's it to you?" Law grumbled-

"Ah Sir. Im Wallace J, Lawyer for (Y/N)- You were listened in ger will fkr everhthing including her home but (Y/N) had left some items that needed to be personally handed to you- oh and this" The man said calmly as he gestured to the crate.

Law looked confused by this and nodded, taking the box and opening it. There his heart broke for a second time that day- there was several letters, with his name on it- he knew (Y/N) hand writing too well to say these were from anyone else.. paired with the dried flower ring he had made her years ago when the two of them were children, with other sentimentalthings from his childhood. The lawyer holding out a letter that had been separated from the box. The doctor quickly taking it and reading it-

My Darling Law

As I write this letter, I want my time with you in this world has come to an end. But i want you to know that my love for you is unwavering, and my deepest wish is for your happiness. Life is a journey filled with twists and turns, and in those moments when I may not be by your side, I implore you to seek joy and love.

Find someone who fills your soul, someone who understands and cherishes the beautiful person you are. Embrace love, laughter, and companionship with another. Life is too short to settle for anything less than genuine happiness.

Remember, your life is precious and unique, and your happiness is what I want the most for you.

So while I can't be there to be on that journey, I still want you to walk thay path. I know you are hurt, and im sorry i was the one who caused it.. but I hope this little guy can give you just a bit of love to you while you find your way.

I love you Law, to the end of the stars and back.

Forever yours, (Y/N)

The doctor gave a breathy sigh as a sob threated to spill from him. Setting the box down as he looked to the crate, Opening it slowly and tears rolled down at the sight.

A gray kitten with sleepy blue eyes mewed at him- Law reaching forward and picking up the little thing. Remembering the words when the two of shared long ago.

'When we get married- you better get me a kitten. One with gray fur and blue eyes'

The lawyer watching in empathy, watching the man before him crumble and fall to his knees as he held the kitten in his arms.

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deansapplepie · 7 months

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Till THE DEAD do us part | Chapter 1

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story. I’m not good with synopses, so sorry about that.

This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

Summary: Y/N Grimes is Rick’s younger sister, when the world ended she had Lori, Carl and Shane. But did she really have them? Her brother was dead, her sister-in-law was sleeping with her brother’s best friend and her nephew was just a small kid. She had him, Daryl Dixon was no knight in a shining armor and she was no damsel in distress, but maybe they were exactly what each other needed.

*gif is not mine, credits on the gif.

Chapter 1: Vulnerable

Summary: Y/N sees something she wasn’t supposed to see, she need to vent about it but she can’t do it with Lori or Shane, because they are the main reason about it. So she goes to the woods hoping to find some peace.

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, kinda angsty, a little bit of fluffy, comfort, mentions of death, mentions of violence

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader

Word Count: 2,072

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with a lot of love.

Chapter 2

It was again one more boiling hot day in the Quarry near Atlanta, you thought the temperature would for sure kill you, but there was another thing threatening to take your life and it wasn’t a Zombie.

Before everything, before the world ended, life wasn’t easy. You wanted it to be, but you were living one of the worst moments of your life. You had just lost your job as a vet because you couldn’t save a rich man’s cat and he demanded that you were fired. You felt bad for the poor cat, for your lost job, for your name as a professional that was now forever marked and also for your dog a female German Shepherd called Luna that had to see you not acting like your usual self.

On top of that your older brother, Rick, got shot working… he was a Sheriff’s Deputy. That’s what made you stop feeling sorry for yourself, because you couldn’t. You needed to see your brother laying on a hospital bed in comma, you had to hold things together and take care of Carl and Lori.

Lori and Carl had you, but you had no one, Carl was just a kid and Lori couldn’t even take care of herself at the moment. There was Shane, he was like a brother to you, but even with him there… it was as if you were alone. You just had Luna.

You went to their house and stayed there, you were going to stay until Rick got better, yes, he was going to get better and you would stay just a little bit more to help during his recovery, and everything was going to be fine again. But it never was. The world ended. The dead were walking as if they were alive and Rick died.

Now you lived in a Quarry with Lori, Carl, Shane and a bunch of other survivors. Most of people were pleasant and easy to live with, the exception was Ed, Carol’s husband and Merle Dixon, Daryl’s brother, but this was the apocalypse and you don’t have much choice on the people that are going to be around you.

It had been almost two months since everything happened and the camp was created, almost two months your brother had died… and today, while you were picking some wood, you saw something that felt as if someone was pulling your guts out of your stomach and squeezing your heart.

Lori and Shane. Not Lori and Shane friendly doing what they usually do, they were in the middle of the forest, fucking, and there was no other word you’d use to describe it other than fucking. There wasn’t even two months Rick died, and his best friend and wife were fucking.

You felt nauseated, you went back the same direction you came and knew you had to do something to calm down. You couldn’t afford causing an scene or any uncomfortable situation, you could not hurt Carl.

“Hey! Aunt Y/N, did you already pick all the woods?” Carl shouted to you from the spot he was, playing with Sophia and Luna, Carol watching them.

“Er… wood wasn’t good that side, I’m going to the other side see if I find anything better.” You gave a lame excuse, you just wanted to be alone, cry all this shit out, in silence cause you didn’t want anyone to know and you didn’t want to attract any walkers near the camp.

“Can you look after them a little more, Carol?” You asked the woman, you were sure she was not going to say no, she loved being with the kids and even with Luna.

“Sure, don’t worry.” She said, you nodded and then walked to the opposite side from where you came the fastest as possible, looking down so others wouldn’t see you had started to cry.

You walked until you found a place far enough so no one would find you, but not so far that you would have any trouble. You had a gun and knife, you knew how to defend yourself, but you couldn’t make it easy to the dead to kill you, you were not that dumb.

You sat behind a tree, brought your knees to your chest and hid your face crying. Your thoughts were racing and all you could think was about what you saw, your brother and how you missed him. You listened to some light leaves hustle, but You didn’t give it importance, thinking it was probably the wind, it was so light that it couldn’t be a walker. So you continued minding your own business crying what you had to cry so you could look at your sister-in-law’s face without letting her know how upset you were.

“Ya shouldn’t be out here vulnerable like that” you jumped startled by the redneck’s voice. ‘So that was him,’ you thought, ‘of course, only he could walk with light steps, he was a hunter after all.’ You wiped your tears, not that it would help they were still falling and there wasn’t anything you could do to stop them.

“I’m not vulnerable, I just needed some time alone.” You answered, he was really trying to not be too rough on you given to your situation, but his lack of tact was something he had much difficulty to overcome.

“Ya could cry in your tent, it’s safer”

“I don’t wanna Carl and Lori to see me cry. I don’t wanna have to explain myself, things would get bad if I had to. I don’t wanna upset Carl.” You sniffed, that was one of the worst parts of crying, getting a damn runny nose.

“Shane can’t help?” He asked, you didn’t know but he probably already had some idea of the reason you were crying.

“He’s part of the problem Dixon, if I could I’d punch him and kick his balls” you answered, tears still running down but a little bit calmer.

“Did ya see him and…” he didn’t finish the question, because you completed it for him.

“Lori? Yeah”

Talking about them made you remember everything you saw and how it hurt you. You were still mourning Rick, and Shane and Lori apparently were already moving on. What hurt the most is that even mad at both of them, you still loved them. Lori was like a big sister, a sister that you wish you had while growing up, and Shane? He was your brother he taught you how to defend yourself, he gave you shooting classes, he brought you home the first time you got drunk and even took care of you while you were hangover. When Rick wasn’t there, he was. At this moment you hated him as much as you loved him.

“Do you know if anyone else know about them?” You asked after a long time, you were so lost that you didn’t even noticed that Daryl walked a bit ahead and stoped with his back turned to you. He wanted to give you privacy to cry, but he also couldn’t leave you behind, it was dangerous to you staying so vulnerable at the forest. He knew you could defend yourself, but you didn’t even listened him approaching, you sure were not going to listen to a walker too.

“I don’t know. Probably not. I’m much into the woods, so I caught them a few times.” He answered at distance, not turning to look back at you. “Do ya like him?” Daryl asked and right after he just regretted having opened his mouth, why would he ask such an intimate thing to you? He should just stay there and make sure you’d go back alive to the camp.

“Ew! No! He’s like a brother to me. We grew up together.” You answered disgusted to the idea of liking Shane any other way. “It’s not that. My brother, he died. Well, you probably know. And I know Lori needs to continue living and they are adults, but there’s not even 2 months and she moved on that fast and Shane… he was his best friend. I’m still mourning him, the world still doesn’t make any sense without him here and they are already fucking. I know I’m being selfish and emotional but…” you spoke so much that you had already lost your line of thought. Daryl was probably tired of you, he wasn’t one to talk much, but here you were opening all your thoughts to him.

“It’s about yer brother. Ya have the right to feel.” He understood, he had never lost his brother and he hoped he’d not lose him anytime soon. Merle was a dick, and he made him mad most of the time, but he was his brother, so he understood you.

You wiped your tears, calmer and ready to continue. You were still mad and sad about everything, but now you didn’t feel like you were going to die anymore, you were not suffocated. You got up, shook the dirt from your pants and approached the archer.

“I was going to take some wood for fire. I don’t want to go back empty handed. Can you help me?” Now you gave a look at him, and noticed he had some rabbits and squirrels hanging from a rope. He was being essential to maintain everyone fed, he was not one to be socializing around the camp, but he was good and you could see it.

He just nodded and started walking by your side collecting the good woods he found along the way. “Thank you.” You said collecting a branch that you saw.

“For what? I didn’t even take the woods to the camp.” Did he not understand or was he faking?

“Not about the woods. Well, that too… but thank you for staying with me and talk to me, you didn’t have to” ‘but you did’, you completed in your thoughts. “Also, thank you for always bringing us food. I don’t know if I ever told you that.” He grunted, sometimes you wish you could know what he was thinking, you never knew if his grunts mean something good or bad.

“No need to thank me” he never knew how to react at moments like that. Should he say thanks back? Should he give another compliment?

Soon you returned to the camp, he helped you put the woods near the makeshift kitchen and was going to clean the rabbits and squirrels so they could be cooked.

“Luna likes you” you said, you saw how your dog acted around him. He was a little surprised with the comment. “You can take her with you when you want, I see that you like her too.” You smiled, a beautiful one just as if you were not broken or had cried your soul an hour ago.

“She likes my food too” he joked, it was not intentional but after what he said he even got a little smile at the corner of his mouth for some seconds. You giggled before answering.

“I know, she makes the cutest puppy eyes. It’s not her fault if you can’t resist her charms.” He snorted and for some seconds, just few seconds, he thought that maybe she wasn’t the only one he couldn’t resist. As he went to clean the hunt, you went to Carol to say you got the wood and offer to take care of the kids while she started to prepare the food.

You couldn’t take that smile from your face and you didn’t were sure why, you ruffled Luna’s fur while you sat close to the kids and released the dog so she could run around a little. You hated having to let her tied, but you were too afraid of what could happen if she went too far. She ran around the camp and soon approached the archer he pet her and she made her happy tail dance to him, he looked in your direction and you smiled watching their interaction. Your day wasn’t lost, there was still good things to be grateful for, even in a world like this.

Final notes: Please tell me your thoughts. There is a long time I don’t write and publish fanfiction in English so I’d be glad to hear from you.

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angrybell · 2 months

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An Israeli author was supposed to appear and give a talk about her books at the Pushkin House, part of the University of London. It was due to occur on . With the date approaching the people at Pushkin House sent the following to Ms. Rubina.

Good afternoon, Dina

The Pushkin House advertised our upcoming discussion on social media and immediately received critical messages regarding your position on the Palestinian-Israeli conflict. They would like to understand your position on this issue before reacting in any way.

Could you formulate your position and send it to me as soon as possible?”

Natalia! “

Ms. Rubina responded with the following open letter.

An OPEN LETTER

from Dina Rubina

“Dear Natalia!

You have written beautifully about my novels; I am very sorry for the time you have wasted. But it seems we’ll have to cancel our meeting. The University of Warsaw and the University of Torun have just cancelled lectures by the remarkable Israeli Russian-speaking writer Yakov Shechter on the life of Jews in Galicia in the 17th and 19th centuries – “to avoid aggravating the situation”. I suspected that this would also happen to me, because now the academic environment is the main nursery of the most disgusting and rabid anti-Semitism, hiding behind the so-called “criticism of Israel”. I was expecting something like this, and even sat down three times to write you a letter on the subject… but I decided to wait, and so I have waited.

That’s what I want to say to all those who expect from me a quick and obsequious account of my position on my beloved country, which now (and always) lives in a circle of ardent enemies who seek its destruction; on my country, which is now waging a just patriotic war against a violent, ruthless, deceitful and sophisticated enemy:

The last time in my life I apologised in the headmaster’s office, in the ninth grade. Since then, I have done what I think is right, listening only to my conscience and expressing only my understanding of the world order and human laws of justice.

And so on.

I’m really sorry, Natalia, for your efforts and the hope that you could “cook something with me” – something that everyone will like.

Therefore, I ask you personally to send my reply to all those who are interested:

On Saturday 7 October, the Jewish holiday of Simchat Torah, the ruthless, well-trained, carefully prepared and perfectly equipped with Iranian weapons Hamas terrorist regime ruling the Gaza enclave (which Israel left some 20 years ago) attacked dozens of peaceful kibbutzim and simultaneously pelted the territory of my country with tens of thousands of rockets. Atrocities that even the Bible cannot describe, atrocities and horrors that make the crimes of Sodom and Gomorrah pale in comparison (captured, by the way, by the frontal and chest cameras of the murderers themselves and boastfully sent by them in real time to the Internet), can shock any normal person. For several hours, thousands of gleeful, blood-drunk animals raped women, children and men, shot their victims in the crotch and in the head, cut off women’s breasts and played football with them, cut babies out of the bellies of pregnant women and immediately beheaded them, tied up small children and burned them. There were so many charred and completely burnt bodies that for many weeks the pathologists could not cope with the enormous burden of identifying individuals.

My friend, who worked in a New York hospital waiting room for 20 years and then spent another 15 years in Israel identifying remains, was one of the first to arrive in the burned and blood-soaked kibbutzim with a group of rescuers and medics… She still can’t sleep. A medic used to cutting up bodies – she fainted from what she saw and then vomited all the way back to the car. What these people have seen is beyond words.

Together with the Hamas fighters, the “civilian population” rushed into the holes in the fence, joined the pogroms on an unprecedented scale, robbed, killed and dragged whatever they could get their hands on into Gaza. Among these “peaceful Palestinians” were 450 members of the UN’s UNRWA scum. Everyone was there, and judging by the stormy total joy of the population (also captured in these inconvenient times by hundreds of mobile cameras) – there were a lot of people – Hamas supports and approves, at least before the real fighting starts, of almost the entire population of Gaza… The main problem: our residents were dragged into the beast’s lair, more than two hundred of them, including women, children, the elderly and non-essential foreign workers. About a hundred of them are now rotting and dying in the Hamas dungeons. Needless to say, these harassed victims are of little concern to the “academic community”.

But that’s not what I’m talking about. I am not writing this to make anyone sympathise with the tragedy of my people.

For all these years, when the world community has literally poured hundreds of millions of dollars into this piece of land (the Gaza Strip) – and the annual budget of the UNRWA organisation alone is a BILLION dollars! – All these years, Hamas has used this money to build an empire of the most complex underground tunnel system, to stockpile weapons, to teach primary school children how to dismantle and reassemble a Kalashnikov assault rifle, to print textbooks in which the hatred of Israel defies description, in which even the maths problems go like this: “There were ten Jews, Shahid killed four, how many are left?” – with every word calling for the murder of Jews.

And now that Israel, shocked at last by the monstrous crime of these bastards, is waging a war to destroy the Hamas terrorists, who have prepared this war so carefully, planting thousands of shells in all the hospitals, schools, kindergartens… – here the academic world of the whole world has risen up, worried about the “genocide of the Palestinian people”, based, of course, on data provided by… who? That’s right, by the same Hamas, by the same UNRWA… The academic community, which was not concerned about the massacres in Syria, the massacre in Somalia, the mockery of the Uighurs or the millions of Kurds persecuted for decades by the Turkish regime – this very concerned public, wearing “Arafat” around their necks, the trademark of the murderers, rallies under the banners “Free Palestine from the river to the sea! – which means the total destruction of Israel (yes, many of these “academics”, as surveys show, have no idea where this river is, what it is called, where some borders are…). – Now this very public asks me to “take a clear position on this issue”.

Are you serious?! Are you serious?!!

You see, I’m a writer by profession. All my life, for more than fifty years, I have been folding words. My novels have been translated into 40 languages, including Albanian, Turkish, Chinese, Esperanto… and many others.

Now, with great pleasure, without using too many expressions, I sincerely and with all the strength of my soul send all the brainless “intellectuals” interested in my position to the ASS. In fact, very soon you will all be there without me”.

Dina Rubina

#israel #hamas war 2023 #jews #antisemitism

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jtargaryen18 · 1 year

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Why Your Vote Matters (aka Where I've Been Lately)

Hi there. I'm back today. We got back Thursday but I needed to recover for a day before I tried to get back to something like my normal life. Needless to say, I missed you all. 💕

So, before I launch into this story, two things. First, my family and I are all okay. Second, yeah, I'm going to get a little political here and I try to keep such to a minimum. But I wouldn't do this without a compelling reason.

Trigger warnings for miscarriage, stillbirth, pregnancy, illness, and reproductive health care.

Not far into October, a friend of mine from college invited us out to visit her in California. Like me, she has two little girls. She and I haven't seen each other since we started families so it has been a little while. We got back in touch a few months ago on social media and often talked about how we needed to get together. My Chemical Romance, our favorite band, was playing out there and she got us tickets.

My husband stayed home but I took the girls, yes I made them do school each day lol, and we went out to stay with my friend and her family. Her girls are lovely, her husband is a really great guy.

I should probably mention that she was expecting her third child, a boy. Her due date was right after Thanksgiving. She was just starting her eighth month when we got there. She looked amazing and everything was going well. She suffered a miscarriage last year, she explained, and with this pregnancy, she was terrified of that happening again. She didn't even tell her friends she was expecting until it became obvious.

This pregnancy wasn't planned. But she wanted 3 or 4 children and when they found out everything was going well and it was a boy, they were thrilled. They had a room set up, all his things ready. Their girls, who are a little younger than mine, are small but they were excited. All four girls were like long-lost sisters from the start. It was fun to watch them.

The night of the concert came. My friend didn't want to take a risk in going. Understandable. I went with a friend of hers named Brie (also an MCR fan) and she watched my girls. It was a really good night.

The day before we originally planned to leave, I got my girls going on school (we homeschool). Her girls had gone to school and her husband went to work. She seemed worried. When I asked what was wrong, she said the baby was still and that concerned her. We talked about it and I finally convinced her to call her doctor's office to get her in that day. She was worried about overreacting. I told her that her peace of mind was important too.

The rest of that day was a nightmare. The ultrasound revealed that her son had died. What happened was incredibly rare. Even if they had been doing an ultrasound the exact moment when things went wrong, there was little chance they could have saved him. Her husband raced to the hospital. I went with my girls to get theirs from school and took them home. Her labor was induced and after 11 hours, she gave birth to her son. And he was a little smaller but perfect in every way. His heart just wasn't beating.

I stayed on to help with the girls. My friend's parents are gone and her mother-in-law lives in New Zealand so she couldn't get there right away. I was glad to help. I've experienced some things at the shelter but this was so much more personal. The loss was intense. Her girls aren't 5 yet. How to explain to them (and mine) what happened. It was hard to watch this couple go through loss and grief and have to face every aspect of that. There was a funeral. There was that happy room in bright yellow waiting for a child that wasn't coming.

The funeral was the Friday before Halloween. I took all our girls to a Halloween trail in their town that weekend. I helped where I could. I decided we'd stay on a few days until her MIL could get there.

But my friend had a fever almost as soon as she got home from the hospital. She didn't look well. Yes, she'd been through hell. But one morning, I was making breakfast for the kids and she came into the kitchen. There was a sick smell coming from her. And I had to tell her that. I asked her if I could check her temperature. It was high. She didn't want to go, but I loaded her and the kids into the car (her husband had gone in to work for just a couple of hours) and took her to the ER. There was something left in her womb. They put her under to clear out this debris (they said it wasn't placenta) which had caused sepsis. It was serious. She was back in the hospital and we almost lost her.

Her husband and I took shifts with one of us staying with her, and the other staying with our kids until we knew she'd make it. I thanked the nurse when we brought her home three days ago for all her help. She told me that she was just grateful my friend was in California.

Her MIL got there Wednesday and we came home. But that nurse's words stayed with me. If my friend lived somewhere else, would she be dead? Would she have been denied the care she needed to save her life after the devastating loss of her son? Would her son's loss be blamed on her? Would she have been arrested? What would happen to that family either way? Either that husband and two little girls lose a wife and mother or legal issues would haunt their lives on the heels of one of the worst things that can happen to a mother.

Tuesday the 8th is election day here in the U.S. And I'm just asking as a mother, for my friend, and our daughters, that you think carefully when you vote. While I understand the ideology of those who say they want to protect the unborn, I get that, there are so many other situations where access to medical care is vital to the life of the mother. Access to reproductive care is vital to families with kids already here, and to the economy.

What happened to my friend can happen to any of us. And this is a woman who wanted her son. She loved him with all her heart. I can't even bring myself to think about what might have happened to them if they lived in a place where reproductive health care is denied or where a bounty could have been placed on her head so someone could get $10k by saying she deliberately caused that loss.

Please vote to protect women and their rights to their own bodies. Please vote to save the lives of mothers, to save families.

Thank you so much for letting me share this with you.

#Vote on the 8th #Vote to Protect Women #Vote to protect families

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Hiiiiiii! How are you? I hope you are well!

Okey, so I have a question, imagine our lovely RO are in a very dangerous situation, and they could and will die, but, suddenly our Mc with hero complex appears out of nowhere and share the same destiny of their dad, saving the life of the RO, but in exchange giving their life, leaving as a last wish that they (RO) do not seek revenge, instead they (ROs) should live a long and safe life, not like them (MC)

what would be their reactions? who tried to fulfill their wish and who couldn't do it even if they wanted to?

I love angst xd

Just when I woke up, immediately, bam got hit with the angst 😔 I usually don’t do full cast ROs reactions that much yet until all ROs have been written out… but this one is too good 😩 This will be pretty long because I can’t stop myself from writing a snippet worth for each, so strap in!

Ash

They lay your wounded body on their lap gently, their body is hunched over yours protectively and possessively, as if they would fight death itself when it comes knocking… Maybe they would if such thing is possible… But it’s not and there’s nothing that they can do but to rage at the injustice.

“You idiot! Why did you do that?! It should’ve been me! Not you! Why?!”

“Ash… Listen to me…” you whispered hoarsely, and they immediately quiet down. “I want you to know that I don’t want you to avenge me… What I want is for you to live peacefully now… to enjoy it and live your life to the fullest… Please… promise me, Ash…”

They opened their mouth to say something, but only sobs come out. Instead they hold and hug you even more tightly than before. Maybe it’s for the best that they don’t answer, because they already know there’s no way they can do that.

What kind of life is there without you in it? I’ll hunt that bastard down to the ends of the earth and make them pay… After that’s all done, then maybe we can finally be together… That’s my promise to you…

Rin

They lay your head on their lap, their face hunched over yours as they cradle yours in their soft hands. You feel something wet drips on your cheek and you look up. Rin’s usual stoic face is awash with grief; their eyes are overflowing with tears and their usual stern lips are quivering.

“Don’t cry… It’s not a good look on you…” you tried to joke to make them smile. They bark out a surprised laugh, but it sounds more like a violent sob. You see their lips tremble even harder as they try to smile for you. “Rin… Promise me that you won’t do the stupid thing and try to avenge me or something…. Just let it go and enjoy the rest of your life in peace…”

They shake their head vigorously, not able to bring themself to lie to you.

I can promise you on not doing something stupid… but I can’t promise you that I’ll let it go that easily.

They may not be the most physically capable in carrying out their vengeance, but there are many ways that they can achieve it; they have many connections and strings to pull, not to mention their own precognition ability… Either way, it will be done.

Santana

They knelt down beside you, hands trembling as they swiftly check the extent of your injuries. They have first aid knowledge from their training! There must be something they can do, anything… but their heart sinks as they see all the blood; their hands are covered by it as they tried, in vain, to put pressure on your wounds.

You gently pried their warm and sticky hands off and hold them instead. “Santana… Stop it. It’s ok… It’s not your fault. Just promise me not to let this consume your whole life…”

They felt their eyes water and they squeezed them shut as the tears finally fell. They can only nod, not trusting their own mouth to speak.

They promise you, but if one day, the killer crosses their path again… They won’t stop hunting them down and make them pay… No matter what the law says.

Skylar

They scrambled to your prone body and bring you into their arms.

“Oh my God, oh my God… You’ll be fine… You’ll be fine… I’ll bring you to the hospital and you’ll be okay again…” they repeat the mantra over and over again, smoothing your hair out of your face. You are not sure whether they try to convince you more or convince themself.

Either way, you know that it’s too late; you can feel the cold starts to creep in and a force pulling at your consciousness. You reach out to lay your hand on their frantic one, bringing their focus to you.

“Sky… stop it. It’s okay… Just promise me not to blame yourself and forget about revenge… Just keep being yourself… Don’t let them change who you are…”

Their hands feel weak and they finally feel the tears flow as they are also hit with the realization. They work their jaw against the trembling, “Okay… okay… I l promise… I promise…” they keep repeating it to you as they cradle your body softly. And as your consciousness slip away, you know they’ll keep the promise.

#asks #scenarios #drabble #full cast ros #AU #ro reactions #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #if game #if wip #dashingdon #if: vendetta #choicescript #hosted games

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yinsuniverse · 8 months

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A short reality shifting story.

A/N:This made me happy,But it made me feel so emotional because it was so heart warming you have been warned!!

The gentle hum of the hospital machines filled the air as you lay on your deathbed, fighting against the inevitable. Your loved ones surrounded you, tears streaming down their faces as they bid their final goodbyes.

As you closed your eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep, I appeared before you. I was ethereal, with long flowing hair and a radiant smile that seemed to penetrate your very soul.

"Do not be afraid," I whispered, reaching out to touch your hand. "I am here to offer you a second chance."

Confused and curious, you looked at me, trying to understand what was happening.

"You see," I continued, "you have the power to shift your consciousness from this broken body into a healthy and vibrant one. It is called reality shifting. You can do it now, if you so choose."

You blinked, trying to comprehend what I was telling you. Reality shifting? The mere thought of it felt like a dream, but as I spoke, you began to sense a powerful energy all around you, like a surge of electricity that made your entire body tingle.

"I will guide you every step of the way," I said, my voice full of compassion. "You can shift to a reality where you are healthy and strong, a reality where you are truly happy. But first, you must choose to let go and trust the process."

A sense of peace washed over you, and you nodded your head, ready to embrace this amazing opportunity.

"Good," I said, smiling widely. "Now, let's get started."

As the mysterious figure continued to guide you through the process of reality shifting, you felt your consciousness slowly detaching from your physical body. It was a strange and unnerving sensation, but her soothing voice kept you calm and focused.

You found yourself floating through a vast and infinite expanse of light and color. There was no up or down, no left or right, just an endless sea of possibility. In this state, you felt no pain, no fears, no limits. You were free and unbound, a being of pure energy and potential.

"Welcome to the realm of the infinite," said the feminine figure, her voice ringing in your ears. "In this place, time is just a man-made concept. The laws of physics that govern your physical body do not apply here."

She gestured toward the vast expanse of light and color that surrounded you. "This is the true nature of your soul, always moving and infinite. You are everywhere, every time, every place. Your physical body is just a temple that holds your powerful existence, something that your human brain cannot comprehend."

You nodded, trying to wrap your mind around the concept. It was hard to comprehend, but you felt a strange sense of understanding deep within you.

"Now, my dear one," she continued, "it's time to choose where you want to go, what reality you want to live in. The infinite possibilities are at your fingertips, all you have to do is let go and reach out."

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of complete freedom and possibility that surrounded you. And as you did, you felt yourself drifting toward a reality that called to you, a reality full of love, joy, and happiness.

You grinned, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation fill your soul. As the feminine figure smiled broadly at you, you knew that you were ready to embark on the journey of a lifetime.

The feminine figure's voice was soft and gentle as she spoke, her words ringing in your ears like a song.

"In every reality you shift to, every time, every life, every being, you gain knowledge. One only gains once in a lifetime, it makes you mature, your soul is limitless, my child," she said, "I'm proud of you for taking this brave step and trusting me to guide you. Now, it's time for you to embark on your own journey and explore all the possibilities that await you in this vast and beautiful multiverse."

With that, you felt a warm and loving hug enveloping you, as if she was giving you all the strength and courage you needed to face the unknown. And then, with a blink, you found yourself waking up in a reality that was more than just a dream, it was your desired reality.

You looked around the room, taking in the sights and sounds, noticing your desired reality - you were lying in bed next to your significant other, your dream life, your dream body. It was perfect, a reality you never thought was possible, but somehow it was now real. And with that, the story comes to an end, leaving you with the knowledge that anything is possible with the power of reality shifting.

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(I'm going to edit this with added links to resources ASAP. I just don't have all of them saved at the moment. I'm sorry. [Update: I'm gonna just reblog this post with resources. I was trying to edit this post with resources, but the connection was wonky.])

I wanted to make sure I got everything I needed to say in a way that's easy for everyone to understand. I'm gonna be honest, I was genuinely unaware of what has been happening in the world until about a week ago or so due to things going on in my personal life that needed my immediate attention. I've also been struggling a lot, but that's not important right now. Because I was unaware of what was going on in the world currently, I did research to educate myself, watched a lot of videos about it, shared a ton of content about it, am currently in the process of reaching out to representatives all over the United States to get the President to call for a ceasefire, and I've been trying to start the conversation with people I know in real life.

Don't try to use what 1sra3l is doing to Palestine, Gaza, Congo, and Sudan as an excuse to be antisemitic or Islamophobic. Do not try to justify 1sra3l killing innocent people in any way, shape, or form. I don't tolerate people who stand for genocide. Nothing justifies killing innocent people. Tigray, Puerto Rico, Hawai'i, Ukraine, and Northern Ireland are some more oppressed nations, to give some more examples.

Many of the people in Palestine and Gaza have had their homes, schools, hospitals, businesses, and so on destroyed due to 1sra3l bombing them. They're watching their own people die. They're digging through slabs of broken concrete to find their missing loved ones. They're putting the dismembered body parts of their loved ones in bags. They don't have clean drinking water. They don't have electricity. They're getting WORMS from having to drink water that's not suitable for consumption. Food is scarce and very expensive. People are dying from starvation, not having clean drinking water, and the inability to access adequate medical care due to extremely limited resources. Doctors are having to perform life-saving procedures without any type of sanitation, anesthesia, or any type of pain relief to give to the injured. They're performing procedures on the hospital floor and in the streets. They're now having to choose who's worth saving, watch victims die, and then move on to the next. The animals that are still alive are having to resort to eating blown off body parts of DEAD PEOPLE. This is just SOME of the things these people are going through.

There's also war going on in Congo and Sudan. Tigray is still suffering from the genocide on their people, even after the peace agreement in 2022 between Ethiopia and Tigray. Big tech companies are enslaving children in Congo by forcing them to mine for coltan. Millions of Congolese people are being killed. Many Tigrayans are still displaced from their homes, parts of Tigray are still being held captive, and school hasn't started for many children there because so many people are having to resort to living in school buildings or in tents. This is all just the tip of the iceberg and from what I found doing some quick research.

To top that off, President Biden is refusing to ceasefire on Palestine and Gaza. HE'S SENDING MORE MONEY TO 1SRA3L INSTEAD. 1SRA3L, UNDER INTERNATIONAL LAW, SHOULDN'T EVEN BE DOING WHAT THEY'RE DOING. THEY'VE BROKEN SO MANY LAWS UNDER INTERNATIONAL LAW. THE AMOUNT OF LAWS THEY'VE BROKEN UNDER INTERNATIONAL LAW IS ACTUALLY SCARY. MULTIPLE PEOPLE IN CONGRESS HAVE BEEN TRYING TO SILENCE ANYONE (specifically they have been trying to silence Rashida Tlaib, the only Palestinian-American in Congress) SPEAKING OUT ABOUT THE WAR CRIMES BEING COMMITTED AND FUNDED WITH AMERICAN TAX DOLLARS. Oh, but Biden had all the time in the world recently to visit grieving families here in the United States who have lost loved ones due to the rampant gun problem in this country that STILL isn't being fixed. That's nice. /s By the way, I'm not criticizing him for visiting grieving families. I'm criticizing Biden for funding the genocide of innocent people instead of putting a stop to it. The civilians in Palestine and Gaza didn't do anything to deserve what they're going through right now. That goes for all oppressed nations.

We might end up in World War III, and that's gonna be a HUGE problem for the United States if we get involved instead of staying out of it. We don't have enough troops for when and IF WW3 happens. I'm not kidding. When NORTH KOREA is saying that what Biden’s doing is fucked up, you KNOW that it's bad. I don't want World War III to be a reality. I don't want that to happen. I want to say that WW3 will never happen, BUT I CAN'T. History WILL keep repeating itself.

As far as boycotts go, the list of brands that have ties to 1sra3l is overwhelmingly long and the brands that have no ties to 1sra3l and support Palestine are small in comparison. However, the big three to focus on boycotting are McDonald's, Starbucks, and Disney. They're the companies who contribute the most money to horrific shit like what I mentioned here.

I keep seeing many people leaving disabled people out of the conversation and it's irritating because disabled people exist all across the globe. For disabled people, boycotting many of these things that I haven't even listed here may be more difficult, if not impossible, for them to do for a variety of reasons (mainly medical). Obviously I'm speaking in a general sense. It all depends on the person. Reason why I'm bringing this up is because I saw a few medication brands on the boycott list. I've seen people say to just get the generic brand of their medications, but that might not be an available option for them, depending on their insurance.

I don't eat at McDonald's much anymore (actually haven't eaten there much if at all for years), I don't have a Disney+ subscription, and I rarely get Starbucks anyway...so it's personally not a huge loss. There are better things to watch. There are better places to eat at that are more Pescatarian friendly. There are also better places to get myself a blended coffee made with almond milk and extra fixings if I'm feeling fancy. I know there are people in food deserts, in financial strain, and have accessibility issues. I'm not talking about them.

When and if you can, shop and eat out locally. I'm sure they'd love the business! It also helps boost your town's local economy! If this isn't a viable option for you due to financial difficulties and/or accessibility issues, do what you gotta do that's the most sustainable for you, your family, your animals, and whatnot. Meaning if the only grocery store you have in your area is Walmart or it's the only place that's affordable, you're not evil for getting your groceries there. Because we're all struggling right now, myself included. Also, for anyone that's going to suggest a dollar store or a food bank, not everyone has a dollar store or food bank in their area, or has easy access to either of those things. The one thing I will say is do your best to be mindful of the things you buy.

For all my fellow American followers, Canadian followers, followers in the UK, and Australian followers, call and email your representatives and demand a ceasefire if you haven't already. This is especially for my fellow American followers. Call and email President Biden and Vice President Harris. CALL THE WHITE HOUSE. If you're going to a protest, be safe, be respectful, cover up anything identifiable on you, try to go in a group if you can, and all that good stuff. Sign petitions! Donate if you can.

There's so much shit going on, and I think I've discussed enough of it here. It's gotten way too long. Sorry if I missed anything. I wanted to at least cover the big stuff.

#mello speaks #enmu speaks #tw genocide #tw death #tw bombing mention #tw slavery #all the trigger warnings #I'm ashamed of my country. (America)#free palestine #free congo #free sudan #free gaza #free tigray #free all oppressed nations #boycott mcdonalds #boycott starbucks #boycott disney #Islamophobes dni #antisemitic assholes dni

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imgabysama · 1 year

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My headcanons about Takizawa Seina:

- Seidou is her favorite person in the world, but she brings out the best and the worst in her brother. Her cool and annoying brother suddenly left home and became an investigator and her mother was always looking up to him, she started to miss it but is too grumpy to admit it so she started to get distracted constantly and pretend she didn't care.

- She is very smart and focused, I guess Seinan University is a prestigious college since Shuu studied there.

- However, she felt the constant need to be part of popular and elite groups and ended up dedicating herself less to her studies and spending a lot of money on clothes and changes in her appearance.

- Seidou sent money for her periodically without his parents' knowledge (he also sent money to they too, but monthly) he encouraged Seina to have fun but was very worried about her, he also didn't want her to get a part time job, he wanted her to dedicate herself 100 percent to her studies and enjoy the college life he didn't have.

- Seidou also knew the entire college schedule, always sending sweets and an anti-stress kit to her before exam days, he knew she wouldn't want him to do that directly so Seidou sent it through delivery companies, usually with sweet and annoying notes.

- Seina continued to receive the kits for months after he died.

- After Seidou's death, she was deeply shaken, she got into a fight with her friends when she heard them mock the ccg operation she tried to comfort her parents but didn't know how and struggled to keep studying so she wouldn't become a burden.

- Seina secretly got a job, she didn't need it, but it helped her to be more sober, little by little she was rebuilding herself.

- Then her parents were murdered and Seina lost what little she had, she never got the bodies, she never got to say goodbye, she just didn't get caught because he had allowed himself to leave the house for a while and go to a party and when he arrived there was only blood everywhere

- Seina had to stay in the hospital for a year to get back to herself, an aunt from Kyoto came to visit her monthly, they weren't very close, but little by little her aunt managed to get inside Seina's stubborn little head and convinced her to move in with her.

- Again, Seina tried to rebuild things, she dropped out of college, but she went back to work, Kyoto gave her some peace, her life was empty, but Seina tried hard to live a normal and healthy life.

- After the situation in Tokyo, the dragon, the decriminalization, Seina became anxious again, she saw Seidou's face on the wanted list, so she started looking for him.

- Seidou didn't want to be found, he ran away from everyone and no one was interested in looking for him, however, one day while he was venturing around Tokyo, he saw Seina, with signs, handing out flyers with his pictures.

- He decided that it was best that he not find her, feeling all the guilt for his parents, he went with Kurona to Europe, believing that it was best to leave the past buried.

- After a few months, Seina found him in some European country, before he could run away or try to scare her she called him an idiot, the same way she called him when he pissed her off or read her diary.

- An emotional reunion, they find a little peace in each other, even if there is still a lot of anguish.

I won't continue because my HCS are always long and boring, but here are some extras:

- Houji visited the Takizawa household for some time, her mother was kind to him, but Seina resented it at first, Houji was the person that Seidou admired so much, eventually she forgave Houji

- At Seidou's graduation from the CCG, Seina almost drove him crazy when she addressed Akira as a sister-in-law and called her "nee-san"

- She saw Akira again at the cemetery, Seina liked to tease Seidou about her, so when she sees her brother's rival again, Seina feels bad. "He was annoying, but he got mad if you were absent or not doing well, he was just really bad with girls." Akira tried to be kind, but Seina's words brought more pain for her.

- After the reunion, Kurona becomes Seina's target, she always wanted a sister-in-law.

#takizawa seidou #seidou takizawa #seina Takizawa #tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul headcanon

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(don't mind me if we've moved on, I'm just a simple follower with my bindle, showing up late to the party)

I'm by no means going into relationship counseling for my degree BUT I do work at a psychiatric hospital for raw experience (I work FL, baker act laws an all, very, uh special compared to other involuntary laws anywho-) and my physical degree is in research for broad psychology.

With that being said, let me be as brief as possible. I'm super proud of you for speaking up to this guy, a good handful of my patients can't even do that and they end up with me short-term because they said the wrong thing to the wrong person (oh FL, and your special wording) or another involuntary placement happens (ex-parte or marchman) because not all relationships are great or have boundaries or what have you.

(Also again, not 100% my forte here, but I've been burned in real life to the point that my two extremes became "study the human psyche like a bug" and "study the human body like a bug" but in a villain origin story sort of way, and I'm almost done with the psyche part, I'll be a real villain with the other part, not the point-). I did kind of scroll past some of your other vents about this and skimmed them so forgive me, I lack the attention span for things. I want you to know that your concerns look valid, and some of your friends (not us) also seem concerned (and some of us, here, also have concerns). You have a decently broad support system and you're using it in such a good way, don't let anyone take it from you (block out the haters. Spoons, CDs on the glasses). The reason we get suspicious from past things is also 100% valid, we've been burned (or however you personally want to describe it) before more likely than not. I'm not here to tell you to break up with your significant other immediately if there's no reason for it. You're allowed to be suspicious. But you're also doing great by working up this courage to speak up, that's one of the hardest steps. I know for me, speaking up in some situations (even coming off anon sometimes, I'm also super anti-social and I picked psychology as a degree, research as a pth and a psych hospital as a job, which is the most social thing I could find, 0 stars) often feels like those movie scenes with intense fear and anxiety, almost fishbowl-like, y'know what I mean?

Make yourself come first at the end of the day no matter what. You don't have to have main character energy in the sense that you own everything and get away with everything, but you should make sure you do things for you, not to keep the peace. If you're not happy, you've got a support system from what you've demonstrated, you can do anything with that. If you think something is amiss, trust that feeling, investigate safely, draw your own conclusions because obviously you know more than your devoted tumblr followers because we do not live in your head (that'd be weird, a constant party I'm sure, but still weird).

I personally don't know the full story, so I don't want to dictate your decision and I'm just some girl on anon who's crying over a piece of paper from a university, I've got my own life struggles beyond my piece of paper that I probably could've bought off Amazon if I were smart (alas, am not, went to school instead; I could probably solve my other struggle like that too right? anyone know a good neurologist I can buy off Amazon at this point. Mine completely forgot which patient I was LMAO she keeps asking if I'm her chronic TBI patient like bro? huh? so I'm back at square one with 0 treatment because of her stupidity, maybe worse because of how it happened, anyway this leads into my next point). A little venting only hurt people who want to be mad that they didn't blacklist what they don't want to see, a little venting might help you think straight, do what you gotta do so you can do what's best for you. This bubble is your world, not his, not mine, not some other anons, not another tumblr user's.

Like I said, I'm not very social, this is my anon two cents worth. My psych charcuterie board, my social interaction for the week. Time to fuck back off into the woods into my witch cabin once again, recharge, cause psychic damage to someone to balance out this anon, y'know, girlie things. (I said brief earlier and gave you a thesis I'm so sorry LMFAO I do that a lot).

First of all, I am very honoured you're out here writing out a thesis for me LMAOOO.

This was a really entertaining read I'm ngl, and I'm a little at a loss for what to reply with so excuse me for my brevity but thank you so much for the encouragement.

Ever since getting into this relationship, I feel like I've wracked up the nerves to communicate my needs and confront someone when something's gone wrong, or when something's irking me. The anxiety, or the want to get rid of that anxiety, is what drives me to do what I never thought I'd do. I'm starting to realise I'm someone who cannot let something sit on my chest or it'll absolutely suffocate me, so I let that be the driving force of getting me into action.

My brain basically works like this now: "We need to alleviate this anxiety now by talking with them. Is it nerve wracking? Yes. Does it feel like you're gonna die? Also yes. But could you let this sit on your chest for any longer than it already has before it actually fucking kills you? No. So just fucking do it and don't look back."

And yeah, my support system on both here and within my own friend group has helped immensely, I don't think I would have been able to do this alone.

Obviously, the mix of opinions and advice can sometimes make me feel a little bit muddled up on what to do, but I do end up taking some of the advice on board, mixed with my original plan on what to do, and it's full steam ahead after that.

#anon asks #not prompts

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itsmythang · 5 months

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It's a shame a family has to go through this garbage. But thank you for this.

Naomi Biden:

Though the whole world knows his name, no one knows who he is. Here's a thread on my dad, Hunter Biden - free of charge to the taxpayers and free of the corrosive influence of power-at-all-costs politics. The truth of a man filled with love, integrity, and human struggles:

My dad has never sought the spotlight. Growing up, when I attended political events with my pop people would ask if I was Beau’s daughter or “Beau’s brother's daughter.” He liked it that way. He found his purpose in doing everything in his power to help Beau achieve his dream.

He and Beau were one. One heart, one soul, one mind. They grew up with the weight of knowing that each day they lived was a day that their sister, my namesake, and their mother lost. But they had each other and that would be enough. They would make sure it was enough.

After graduating college, not certain what he could do well but certain he wanted to do good, he joined the Jesuit Volunteer Core - A catholic organization working on behalf of marginalized groups and devoted to community and social justice. This is where he would meet my mom.

His dream was to attend Yale Law School, but he was rejected. He started his 1L year at Georgetown instead, he and my mom simultaneously preparing for the start of a family. I was born not just the day of, but in the middle of his civil procedure final exam.

He left the exam and rushed to meet my mother in the hospital. A good family friend still likes to joke about picking him up to take him to the hospital - dressed in a suit too big for him and still in the early days of a life of unknowable adventure.

Later that year, he applied to Yale as a transfer student. He thought he had no chance, but my mom believed in him and, more importantly, them together. For his personal statement, he wrote a poem. Something they encourage you strongly against doing. He received a letter from Yale saying that the dedication and hard work he had devoted to his study of the law at Georgetown made him more than qualified, but that the poem, unlike anything else they had ever received, earned him a spot at Yale Law.

The 3 of us moved to New Haven into a house that, although no bigger than my freshman year dorm room, was all we needed to call home. Every night they put me to sleep to our anthem - 3 Is A Magic Number, from Schoolhouse Rock. Supporting the three of us off nothing more than his student loans and the cash he saved working summers through high school and college (often w/ beau, including at a meat packing plant - long story lol), he* graduated from Yale Law. *the three of us.

After graduation, he put his dreams on hold to take a job that would ensure that anything was possible for me and my sisters. He used that money to pay off not only his own student loans, but my uncle Beau’s college and law school loans so that he could pursue his dreams too.

When my uncle got sick, my dad never missed a single doctors appointment or chemo treatment. When he got sicker, my dad lived out of a suitcase and slept in the chair next to his hospital bed for two months. He held his hand as he lost his brother and a big piece of himself too. The pain he has endured would be enough to make a lesser man give up on life all together. But despite the best efforts of a cruel few to destroy a private man, he is sober, happy, and as at peace as ever today because as long his family needs him, he has not lost his purpose.

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cherryasagiri · 2 years

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A Doctor's Life

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pairings: Law x oc

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Moon married the man she had been in love with since age 5. She thought she lived the happiest life she could after living through an emotionally and mentally abusive childhood. Law was there for her through it all; she was there for his. Moon didn’t think nine years of marriage would stir up strange feelings, insecurity, and hidden lies until the man she loved with all her heart made one fatal mistake.

He left a photo out.

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Law’s POV

I'm exceptional at what I do. I have worked my ass off to get to where I am at. People call me a prodigy, but all I do is put my mind into everything I do at one hundred and ten percent. I don't consider myself better than anyone else; I do my job and go home. Lately, my going home seems more like a hassle than staying at work. My wife has been irritating me, and work has been piling up more and more now. I want just a second of peace and quiet, but I am not as lucky as I’d like to be.

I woke up this morning at the ass crack of dawn. I had been leaving home much earlier than usual because I didn't want to be concerned with hearing her usual rants. I get that we don't have time to go on dates like we used to, but she should understand that I have to work extra hours now that I am looking to be the new head of the department. She knows I have been working hard towards this these past few years, so I can’t wrap my head around how she feels the need to whine about her baggage that I don’t deem necessary. We had a plan, and she knew… she knew, and she still gives me flack. I sat on the bed, groaning gently so I wouldn't wake Moon up, rubbing my eyes while trying to adjust them in the dark. I got up as quietly as possible, grabbing my phone and wedding ring before heading out of the room. I slipped into my home office to get ready for work, placing my wedding ring inside a drawer that I keep locked at all times. I don’t like to wear my ring at work, something I haven't been doing since we got married because I’m afraid I would lose it at work. However, now it's more to keep it under wraps that I am married. Once I had transferred hospitals, I made it a mission to leave my marriage and work life separate.

Once I was dressed and ready to go, I grabbed my phone, keys, and stethoscope. Before leaving the house, I studied myself in the mirror near the front door to ensure I was presentable. The caliginous circles under my eyes seemed to have gotten darker, and I noticed my hair had gotten longer. It does seem like I might be overworking myself, but my desire for this promotion outweighs everything else. When was the last time Moon cut my hair? I’ll just have to ask her when I get back home, I guess. My wife had made lunch again even though I told her she didn't have to do that anymore. It was a hassle trying to explain why it looked the way it did; the embarrassing bear head-shaped rice with the seaweed eyes and mouth, star-shaped carrots, and bunny apples. What am I, a kid going to school with a cliche lunchbox? I feel like she does this just to get a rise out of me.

Nonetheless, she insisted on making it, so she knew I was eating a well-balanced meal while working. She meant well, but it can get annoying. I left home as soon as it hit six on the dot; as I drove to work, I thought about all the things I had to do today. I had a few minor surgeries that would take a couple of hours, consulting with other surgeons, ordering tests, and developing treatment plans for some patients.

I sighed as I tapped my index finger on the steering wheel and contemplated what I wanted to do first around my surgeries. I had a full schedule, and I could feel the ebon circles getting darker from just thinking about what I had to do today. However, there was something I was looking forward to doing, though; I had a date today with a special someone. Just the thought of her brings a meager smile to my face. There’s something I wanted to ask her, and I couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when I decided to lay everything on the table for her. She is going to be excited. The beautiful thought was soon cut short when I pulled to the hospital. The smile is long gone, replaced with annoyance due to the meeting I have no choice but to attend.

After the morning routine, I was seated in my office, going through one of my patient’s medical histories, when slightly startled by a knock on the door. I reluctantly called them in, and my eyes which never left the screen started to strain from the constant use. Hearing the clacking of shoes entering my office… The easily recognizable footsteps made the smile from earlier reappear on my face.

“What is it that you need, nurse?” I asked; my attention went from the computer screen to the myriad of charts on my desk to see if there were any significant changes to my patients’ conditions while I wrote down some questions to ask the families I had to see.

The sudden presence was now sitting on my desk, their legs crossed and a clipboard in their hand. I broke my gaze from the papers before me to look up at the person next to me.

“Sorry to bother you, I just came in to bring you the test results you ordered yesterday. I looked over it myself and didn’t find anything unusual, but I wanted you to also look over them since you're the one who asked for them.” the figure said, their eyes still on the paper in front of them.

I smiled wider and turned the chair to face them fully. With a small sigh, the smile wavered a bit as I grabbed the clipboard out of their hands and looked over it.

“Good job, Robin, your eye for details is perfect. You should have been a doctor instead,” I chuckled as I looked back up at the woman whose eyes were locked in on mine. It was sort of a staring contest between us to see who would waver first, the lust apparent in the small tremble she exhumed. She broke away when my gaze became too intent for her, her feet touching the ground as she hopped off my desk and turned to me.

“It sounds like a good idea, but that isn't my calling. I like where I am, boss man,” she giggled. She reached out her pretty hands in anticipation of getting her clipboard back. I handed it back to her, brushing my fingers against hers as she side-eyed me on the way out of my office.

“I will see you later on, right?” she cooed, earning a chuckle out of me. “Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world,” I replied, turning back in my chair and returning to my previous work.

As I was deep in thought, I saw my phone light up in the corner of my eye. I looked over and saw that it was a text from my wife.

{ are you coming home on time tonight, or do you have to work overtime? }

{ I'm not entirely sure, Moon. I will let you know later }

{ oh… alright. I hope you eat the lunch I made. Do you think you’ll be home for dinner?}

{ As I said, I don't know. I'll let you know when I find out, Moon. }

{ ahh, right… sorry. I love you, have a good day at work }

{ I’ll see you when I get home then. }

Another sigh leaves my lips, and a headache forms in the back of my head. I know it’s going to be a fucking migraine this time around. I initiated the first emails for some of my colleagues to go over the surgeries I had planned for the day while reminding myself to call the restaurant to ensure my reservation was set for the right time. I wanted to ask her an important question that’ll set the motion for the rest of our lives.

Moon’s POV

“I don't think that Law loves me anymore,” there was silence between all four of them as the words she said sank in. The brothers looked at each other, trying to find the words to say but the constant dead air put fear into the small woman as she instantly regretted the words that came out of her mouth. She began to part her lips to refute her words, but one of the men beat her to it.

“Moon… what makes you say that?” Raisin brought up.

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chachika-nonsense · 1 year

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Essay I wrote for no absolute reason :) Idk what is the title of the essay lol

Hi! This is my first post. I was feeling bored during class so I wrote this essay for fun.

Above me were the genuises. People who had all straight-A's, countless of awards and trophies, and a bright future ahead of them. They were talented in many different fields and praised by many parents. They studied very hard and stressful, yet, they were peaceful and virtuous. They were the symbols of hope, the future hope of the world. I believed that nothing could stop them. Whenever despair strikes, a greater hope will definitely overcome it. No matter how great the despair is, hope will always win. When there is despair, there will always be hope. Thus, when there is hope, there will also be despair. If one does not exist, the other does not. For my whole life, I have always wanted to observe the symbols of hope beat despair. That's why I look up to them so highly. Until I die, I will aim to be a straight-A student.

However, becoming a brilliant student is not an easy, simple task. It is harder than breaking the laws of physics. In order to become a genius student, I must strive, study hard and pass my exams. To avoid failing, I memorized physics formulas, attempted to solve algebra and did experiments such as combining potassium and water (though it didn't end so well...). In addition, I also dissected living humans to study biology because dissecting frogs or rats were boring. This resulted in being on the run from the police, but it was all worth it.

Then, as the final exams were getting closer and closer, I anxiously panicked. After studying so much, I still have not improved at all. I was so confused, why was I wrong for stating that one plus one equals to three? That was the answer I was most confident about! Furthermore, why is my dissected human not coming back alive? The brain is supposed to be in the stomach, right?! Why are the intestines not fitting inside the head?! In addition, my english has also not improved at all. Why did my computer put a red line under the word 'idot'? Isn't it supposed to be spelt as idot, not idiot? Lastly, I was stranded in the hospital for a month due to an attempt of trying to hold hydrochloric acid in my hand. "School is such a monstrous abomination", I despairfully thought to myself. This confusing life crisis of mine forced me to pay sixty-five ringgit every month just to attend tuition.

One day, my life changed forever. Somebody told me that one plus one equals to two, not three. I could not believe it! I thought I was dreaming. For my entire life, I thought that one plus one equals to three. Was this a dream? Was this real? Am I real? Who is real? What is real? What am I? I had an existential crisis for a month and had to go to therapy, but at least, I finally achieved my goal!

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bllsbailey · 24 days

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Pro-Hamas Student Gets Expelled, and You'll Need a Cigarette After Reading His Thread on It

The water has gotten a bit choppier for pro-Hamas supporters on college campuses. On Friday, the President of Pomona College in California threw down the gauntlet, having an entire mob of "protesters" arrested for trespassing in an administrative building. She then summarily suspended them all and banned the non-students from campus. It was an incredible turn of events to finally see some consequences being doled out.

WATCH: College President Teaches Pro-Hamas 'Protesters' a Valuable Lesson

Believe it or not, though, that may not be the most satisfying example of Hamas supporters getting what they deserve over the last few days. Meet Jack Petocz, who is now no longer a student at Vanderbilt University after being expelled for a "protest" that occurred in late March. He has put out a thread on the matter, and you're going to need a cigarette after reading this one. I mean that rhetorically, of course. Smoking is bad for you.

The overblown sense of self-importance that these activists have is unintentionally hilarious. How is shouting at people on an American college campus "fighting for Palestine?" These people aren't accomplishing anything. They aren't helping anyone. They are seeking attention because they lack any real purpose in their lives. Petocz is a text-book case given he once proudly announced online that he was quitting his job at Publix because the grocery store chain wouldn't denounce Ron DeSantis.

So what did he get expelled for? According to Petocz, he was just staging a peaceful "sit-in." The truth is a bit more complicated.

I'm sorry, but I can't help but laugh out loud at the level of entitlement being displayed by this absolute beta. He illegally trespasses to stage a "sit-in," and then he expects the school to feed him, give him water, give him access to a restroom, and provide him with medical care. I mean, come on. Is he serious? The scary part is that he is. This is the modern left, and its adherents have no concept of the real world. It's all liberal arts classes and self-aggrandizement for these people while expecting to pay zero consequences for their actions.

Naturally, the real story is not the one Petocz is telling. Of the four people who were arrested, one being Petocz, three of them were charged with assault for pushing police officers and staff members. A fourth was charged with vandalism for breaking a window in an attempt to enter the building.

As mentioned in his thread, Petocz was one of the students who were eventually expelled.

Who knew that "free speech" consisted of breaking and entering while assaulting the authorities? What Petocz describes as "compassion and love" is just criminality wrapped in high ideals. He doesn't have a right to stage a "sit-in" in the chancellor's office, and he doesn't have a right to break the law in the process. Temper tantrums are for children, and Petocz appears to have the emotional maturity of your average 12-year-old.

I haven't gotten to the best part yet, though, at least in my view.

Shouldn't he have come to Vanderbilt to, I don't know, get a degree? This idea that college is supposed to do anything but provide tangible life skills is absurd.

Regardless, do you want to know where Petocz is from? He's from a wealthy suburb in Northeast Florida. That is not the "Deep South," and his lack of real-world experience is made obvious by the description he provides. I've spent most of my years in the actual Deep South, and I can assure you that you're far more likely to be drowned in hospitality than "rampant bigotry and institutional repression." Having lived in both the Deep South and a Northeast urban enclave, there is far more integration and normality among various demographics in the former than in the latter.

Petocz is cosplaying. He's dressing up as a revolutionary fighting against injustice when he's really just a spoiled brat who thinks he can harass and bully his way through life. That means he's just going to keep flailing and throwing a fit.

I'm pretty sure Vanderbilt has already made its choice. That choice was expelling this clown, and the university should stand by it. If Petocz wanted to continue his education, he should have gone to class and shut his mouth instead of committing criminal acts in support of terrorists on the other side of the world. Finally, actions are starting to have consequences.

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astrallama · 6 months

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One day we’ll be able to put down all the weight on our backs and in our minds, open our eyes and truly experience the beauty of this world for the first time, but today is not that day. I write these thoughts right now in response to the real time genocide that is happening against the Palestinian people. The operations in Gaza are beyond deplorable, the leaders in Israel are not acting with global security in mind, and they definitely are NOT acting in self-defense. They are acting with rage, bloodlust, racism, and the emotional capacity of a wailing two years old who can’t get what they selfishly want. I do not believe the Zionist movement will ever want to find a peaceful solution; mass destruction and genocide are their only goals, and shame on them and everyone else who voted against a cease fire. I’ve watched enough footage of bloody children, barely clinging to life while nothing but rubble and death surround them. I’ve seen footage of people screaming and crying as fire and poisonous smoke fill the air around them. I watched a reporter beg for help moments before he was struck by a rocket. The fact that only 20 trucks have been let into Gaza for humanitarian aid for 2 million people is both dismal and laughable, the fact that a bakery providing bread for refugees was bombed after receiving a flour shipment is nothing less than pure evil, and the fact that hospitals there are unable to operate and are under threat of direct rocket fire is absolutely and completely horrible. These visions of violence and death show just how monsterous the people in charge and actually are., these are the same people who will never see the front lines of war, and have the ability to end it.

I am doing my best to limit and understand my news intake, but I will continue to stay tuned in and watch as this genocide unfolds because it’s important. Every TV and radio station should be showing this atrocity to the world, every webpage and social media site should do the same, this isn’t something we should be able to look away from just cause we find it upsetting. Being able to tune out and walk away from this is a privilege that I acknowledge I have, and I wish it was just as easy for those actually being murdered to walk away from it, but they literally can’t, and I really wish everyone could see the reality of that. I don’t believe anyone has the right to take the life of another person, but if I’m being honest I can’t really blame the actions of Hamas either. The oppression against Palestine, the global colonial practices that led to the creation of Israel, and it’s apartheid policies are the ones to blame here (just to name a few). Israel has created the world’s largest concentration camp, and spent countless years and resources convincing the world that the humans, children, elderly, brothers, sisters, and families that live there are less than rabid animals, all so they can eradicate them with full impunity, and it is absolutely awful.

Not only all of that, but this isn’t even close to the only tragedy the world faces right now. Other wars and violence around the globe continue to rage on, more and more people become displaced, and face hunger, homelessness, and disease. The world continues to burn and even on our own country mass shootings happen on a regular basis while more laws go into effect to protect guns than women and children. I was told to always be kind and do my best to be helpful, that if I try really hard I can make a difference, but I feel so very hopeless right now. My wife and I recently had a conversation about the choices we all have to make everyday, even the little and mundane ones, and these are choices we will keep having to make even as the apocalypse unfolds in front of us. The fact that I have to decide what to make for dinner, and when I should do the laundry while some people fall asleep to the sounds of rockets and gunfire, not knowing if they’ll wake up the next morning makes me feel absolutely horrible, yet I still have to wake up everyday and make these choices.

I hope that I can do more at home and in my neighborhood, to help where I can. I have Palestinian and Jewish neighbors here who are scared and hurting, there are migrants from the south who are lost and confused, and those living on the streets cold and hungry, I could go on and on highlighting all the problems that exist but you get the idea. I want to do more for them, I wish I could do more for everybody. We’re also all dealing with life and death in the natural sense as well, some of us have lost friends and family, and without them we’re unsure of how we’re going to make it through the day and even though I hope we all find the time to properly grieve and mourne their absence, we all still have to wake up everyday and make the choices that we make.

My heart breaks for everyone who is hurting right now, and I write this as I prepare myself both for my mom’s birthday and the first anniversary of her death. So many things make me think of her and I have no idea if I’m going to be ok from one day to the next. I’ve stopped hiding in the bathroom and supply closet at work when my emotions are too much and have accepted the fact that I’m ok with crying on the floor in front of coworkers and customers. I wish it was easier to be honest with ourselves and our emotions and I wish it was easier to share those emotions with others as well. Maybe if we were a little less afraid to truly show our human sides to one another we all might be able to act a little more humane.

After I finish writing this my life will more or less go back to normal, and I’ll go back to making all the choices I have to make, and some of them will make me feel bad and privileged, I’ll make art, I’ll play video games, I’ll spend time with friends, and even when I don’t mean to I’ll be selfish no mean. I still want to try my best for this world and those that still need help and faith in humanity, I’ll do my best to help those in need and stand on the side of justice, and I truly hope that all the little that we do can be enough to make a difference in this cruel world.

From the river to the sea, Palestine shall be free.

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dailyaudiobiblechronological · 7 months

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10/9/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

Matthew 12:1 - 21, Mark 3, Luke 6

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological I'm Jill. It's so great to be here, back with you on this 9th day of October. I am so grateful for this time, And I am so grateful. So listen, We are in the Gospels. We made it. We made it to the New Testament that was such a A long track, long journey and we are here and I Love I love the Gospels. And so I'm going to jump in where we're at in the reading and just sort of savor these next couple of weeks or days, whatever we have together in the teachings.The words, the actions of Jesus, The story of Jesus. So today we're reading Matthew, Mark and Luke. We'll begin with Matthew chapter 12 versus one through 21, and then we'll read Mark chapter three, and then we'll jump over to Luke chapter 6. Matthew Chapter 12 verse one.

Prayer

Father, we thank you for your word, and we thank you for Jesus. Thank you for his words that Cut deep and they transform us In a way that nothing else really can. And I pray that we would hear them In a way, we've never heard them before. That you would open our eyes to see, our ears to hear in our hearts, to receive in a way that we would be changed. I pray that we would not gloss over these words, we would sit with them.That we would meditate upon them and let them sink deep down into the cracks and the places of our hearts That just need repaired, that just need healed, that just need changed. We give you this week Of our lives In the word, in interaction with everyone we come to God, have your way in our lives. Lead us to the people That need to know, feel and experience your love. And let us be worthy Of the name Follower of Christ the believer. Salt of the earth and the light of the world, May We go out And light the darkness all around us. We pray this now in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen. I'm Jill. We'll turn the page together tomorrow. Until then Love one another.

Community Prayer Line

Hey y'all, hey, it's Simone in Texas calling. This message is for Diana in Florida. For some reason I couldn't get into my DAB app for two days. I don't know what was going on, but I finally got in this morning and I'm catching up on the last two days. Um, let's pray. Our most gracious, wonderful and loving, Father, we thank you, Lord God, for the grace, the grace, and a new day your mercies, For a new day your everlasting love. When this morning I want to lift up my sister Diane In Florida, to you, Father God, I know exactly what she's feeling. I know exactly where she is, and I know her pain. It is all too familiar to be married to a narcissist. And in my case, with a victim mentality, everything was always About him, and never about the marriage that I asked that you would bring her comfort and peace during this time. I ask that you would give her the wisdom, the knowledge and the understanding as she walks through this process. God ask that she will give her peace in your heart. In her heart I pray that you will give her A peace that surpasses all understanding and God, I just thank you, even now that you are making every crooked path straight. I pray that you will help them to be able to come to a commonplace in a common ground via the Holy Spirit, because that's the only way it can be done. That you will just reach in and do surgery on her husband's heart, touch his heart touches mind and turn him towards you and give him a willingness to want to restore the marriage. God, we just thank you for being great and mighty and knowing you can do all things but fail in Jesus name.

Salutations, my DABC family. It's his little songbird from Alberta, Canada, and I had called in quite some time ago asking for prayer for my sister-in-law, Wanda. She had been taken to the hospital for emergency surgery on her bowels Or her intestines, because they they twisted on her. And it was.Quite serious and she's been suffering with Crohn's all her life. Well Today is October 6th. And my brother's last day at work and and now he's retiring and she's still in the hospital. Oh, my family.Could you please? Sorry. Could you please join me in lifting her up and asking Lord for For her healing. They still have one daughter at home out of four children. And We just want to see her home. We want to see her better. so if you would join me in this

AKA Christian me I am.Calling in this prayer request for Diane in Florida. This is for your husband. For you to to pray for your husband. My God, in your infinite wisdom, I come to you with a humble heart seeking your divine intervention. For my husband, who is struggling with narcissism, you know the depth of his soul and the pain that he carries. Mayor loves. Surround him and guide him through this journey of transformation. Lord, I praise you for your beautiful Quality The beautiful qualities in my husband. You have gifted him with charisma, confidence, and strong presence. Let these qualities be used for your glory and to serve others with love and compassion. In the name of Jesus, I asked for the armor of God to be placed upon my husband. May he be protected with the helmet of salvation, the breastplate of righteousness, The Belt of Truth, The Shoes of Peace. The Shield of Faith. The Sword of the Spirit. Let this armor equip him to stand against the temptations of this world. Father, I pray that you will soften his heart so that he may be more receptive to the needs of others. Replace this self focus with the spirit of empathy and the generosity. Guide him to recognize the value in you and not In the admiration of others, teach my husband Lord to surrender his pride and ego to you. May he learn the true worth comes from following you and your will and embracing your grace. Give him the strength to let go of self-centered thoughts and seek your guidance in all aspects of life. Heavenly Father I trust.In your power to heal and transform, I am grateful for your loving hand that is always guiding us. Thank you for working with my husband and for the beautiful person he's becoming through your grace. In Jesus mighty name, Amen.

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