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  • support
    27.01.2014 - 7 years ago

    Everything Okay?

    If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone. There are many support services that are here to help. 

    If you are located in the United States, consider reaching out to the National Alliance on Mental Illness HelpLine.

    If you are located in the United Kingdom, The Mix is here to help you with any challenge you are facing.  Reach out online, on social or through their free and confidential helpline.

    If you are reading this from in any other country in Europe,  Mental Health Europe has compiled a list of helplines and other resources in your country. 

    For more resources, please visit our Counseling & Prevention Resources page for a list of services that may be able to help.

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  • loveinquotesposts
    04.04.2020 - 1 year ago

    https://loveinquotes.com/dont-you-see-were-all-full-of-horrible-power-working-against-each-other-however-much-we-may-love-%e2%80%95-elizabeth-bowen-the-death-of-the-heart/

    Don't you see we're all full of horrible power, working against each other however much we may love? ― Elizabeth Bowen, The Death of the Heart
    #ElizabethBowen, #ElizabethBowenElizabethBowenLoveQuotes, #ElizabethBowenQuotes, #ElizabethBowenLoveQuotes, #TheDeathOfTheHeart, #TheDeathOfTheHeartQuotes
    #Elizabeth Bowen #Elizabeth Bowen Elizabeth-Bowen-love quotes #Elizabeth Bowen quotes #Elizabeth-Bowen-love quotes #The Death of the Heart #The Death of the Heart quotes #LoveQuotes
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  • harmoniaphilosophica
    04.08.2021 - 3 minutes ago

    Advanced tool. Prehistoric people. Tears and laughter…

    Advanced tool. Prehistoric people. Tears and laughter…

    Photo by amy chung from Pexels Artefacts such as bows and arrows do not necessarily prove our ancestors had sophisticated reasoning and understanding of how these tools worked, new research suggests. Instead, such items could have emerged from an “accumulation of improvements made across generations” – with each generation understanding no more than the last. The new study, by the University…

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  • the-paris-of-people
    04.08.2021 - 3 minutes ago

    I hate those who dies first questions for tv couples because I lowkey think... neither Ben or Devi would handle it well at all, drop your theories in my ask box 

    #tw death #grace asks theories #never have i ever #ben x devi #like devi would just be enraged that she lost a part of herself #and ben would just be lonely as fuck and cry all the time #but idk actually now that I am thinking about it ben would probs handle it better through staying connected to devi through her friends fam
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  • ashleybenlove
    04.08.2021 - 6 minutes ago

    ASTRID IS A JOKE STEALER!!!!!!!!!! 

    Tuffnut says, “How do you get a one-armed Berkian out of a tree? You wave!”

    In Tone Death, she makes that exact joke!!!!!!

    “How do you get a one-armed Jorgenson out of a tree? You wave to him!”

    #ashleybenlove posts #how to train your dragon #Defenders of Berk #A View to a Skrill #This is mostly a joke lol #Race to the Edge #season 3#Tone Death
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  • sporesgalaxy
    04.08.2021 - 7 minutes ago

    knuckles gender comic :) sort of

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  • narutogwriting
    04.08.2021 - 7 minutes ago

    i feel like L would actually have a fairly high sex drive. it's not something he would act on very often as he's very busy and has amazing self control, but it's always a little whisper in the back of his mind.

    he's a virgin obviously because dating really isn't interesting to him nor does he have the time for him (not to mention that it could be really dangerous for him and the s/o) but late at night when there's no more work to be done, and he can't fall asleep... he's definitely rubbing one out til morning

    when you and him start dating, you assume sex would be non existent. it's been months since you started dating, and while physical affection isn't as scarce as you imagined (he's obsess with laying his head in your lap and having you run your fingers through his hair) there's really been no indication that he's interested in sleeping with you and you've just accepted that

    but one night after a close call, near death experience, L realizes he almost lost you. The thought is terrifying to him, shaking him to his core, and he needs to be as close to you as he possibly can be.

    you're laying in bed, and he's holding you so tightly you think you might break. you kiss his cheek, trailing light kisses down his jaw and neck and then suddenly he's on you, pressing you back against the mattress kissing you with an intensity you'd never experienced.

    you can barely keep up as he drinks you in, his hands tugging your shirt off and working your pants only moments later. you're laid bare underneath him for the fist time, whimpering as you pull at the hem of his shirt. he tosses it over his head, reveling in the way your hands feel on his bare skin.

    L pins your hands above your head, locking your lips with his as he pushes into you.

    he's swallowing your cries as he ruts into you with reckless abandon, angling himself upward in a way that sends stars flashing across your eyes

    he mumbles your name over and over again into your neck as he feels you clenching around him, cumming almost violently as his hips continue smacking into yours relentlessly

    when he finally cums, it's wtih a low whine trapped deep in his throat. his face stays burie in your neck, his cock still pressed as far inside you as it can go. there are no words as you stroke his hair, trying to catch your breath

    its just minutes later when the thrusts begin again, slow and shallow at first before the begin to pick up and he's fucking you into the mattress again and again

    you go all night well into the morning. you're exhausted and your head is swimming in pleasure by the time he cums inside you for the last time

    it's weeks before he takes you again, but lasts all night

    everytime he pins you underneath him again, he makes up for lost time showing you just how much he's wanted you since the last time

    #i didn't mean this to be so long #i cant stop thinking about this man #near is next honestly #l death note #l lawliet #l lawliet death note #death note #l lawliet drabble #l lawliet drabbles
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  • midaminijuul
    04.08.2021 - 7 minutes ago

    europa as refugee escort dies a LOT defending house light/mithrax bc her options are 1: kill the attacker which as a primarily close range fighter and during mulitple blizzards doesn’t give her great chances or 2: get in between them and the danger and DIE with pretty good chances of absorbing enough damage to save the others (and she can get revived and heal the rest of their injuries. they cant)

    this is primarily how she proves herself to gain their trust beforehand but! after they settle into the City it’s not super obvious as to why all of them like Europa more than other guardians and City ppl are like you’re only the favorite bc ur friends with the kell >:( and the eliksni are like actually no! it’s because she got horribly destroyed to save me, revived, cleaned HER blood off MY face and kept moving. how many grenades have YOU jumped on for me?

    this sucks for mithrax tho bc literally he asks for her help bc they are sort of friends at the time (it’s been a few years) and she’s the best for the job but then she shows up and IMMEDIATELY takes several bullets for him and he’s like. okay i get that’s not serious for you but that was fucked up to watch. and then the longer they work together the more he starts really caring for her and she is STILL brutally dying for him like daily and it just keeps getting WORSE FOR HIM TO WATCH. omg this is literally why they have their fight and split. bc she can’t understand why he’s so concerned with getting her back if she was taken captive. he sees her permanently dying for his sake and she sees him risking his only life for someone who’s built to die.

    euri and mithrax’s history: death pain suffering destruction agony

    them in all my content: can i paint your nails purple :)

    #tw blood mention #tw death mention #destiny 2#guardian europa#mithrax
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  • afieldinengland
    04.08.2021 - 9 minutes ago

    nothing matters except being strange in a newsagents

    #comes in. mopes. looms. hovers. buys a copy of darkside magazine and one of those blue fantas nobody knows the flavour of. leaves #if wh smiths goes under what will we do like as a society. that’ll be the real death of the high street never mind topshop
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  • tsubaki94
    04.08.2021 - 10 minutes ago

    Angst week day 5 Death

    I was inspired by a classic Swedish movie called The sevenths seal (Det sjunde inseglet) 

    The scen is when a knight chalanges death to a game of chess in order to live. I can just imagin Danny surviving Death by doing the same, only he goes for Rock Papper Sissors.

    Danny: Who are you?

    Death: I am Death.

    Danny: Have you come for me?

    Death: I have walked at your side for a long time now.

    Danny: That I know.

    Death: Are you prepared?

    Danny: My body is afraid, but I am not.[Death approaches Danny]

    Danny: Wait a moment.

    Death: You all say that. But I give no respite.

    Danny: You like games, do you not?

    Death: How do you know that?

    Danny: I've seen it in paintings, heard it in the songs.

    Death: I really am a rather skilful chess player.

    Imagin Danny doing this every time he dies, and every time Death losses.

    #Danny Phantom#art#fanart #going angst week 2021 #danny fenton#death#character death#blood#gore #rock paper scissors #blue danny#blue boi#ghost#spirit#movie qoute #det sjunde inseglet #the seventh seal #done #I had fun doing this #wanted to do something with danny dying #couldn't get the classic out of my mind #trash bin#trash
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  • orchestralcollage
    04.08.2021 - 12 minutes ago

    Current Name: Benjamin Cardiff

    Nickname: Benji

    Age: 315 (stopped aging between 17 - 19)

    Species: vampire/werewolf hybrid

    Gender/Pronouns: demiboy, he/they

    Orientation: pan-aromantic/demisexual

    Occupation: Chef at Maple Diner

    Neutral when it comes to the Seelie Court

    Traits to describe Benji: quick-learner, affable, generous, secretive, odd, lonely

    tw: death, torture, assault, rape/rape mention

    Benjamin Cardiff, not their birth name, was born in a small home out in the middle of the forest to a vampire and a werewolf. He grew up isolated, learning to survive off the land, and how to effectively hide in the event someone ever found them so far out from the rest of society. 

    They’d lived out in the woods, undisturbed by the outside world for the most part, and at peace with nature for almost 25 years when hunters found them. The attack on their home had come too fast for any of them to escape, and his parents did their best to defend their child, and all three to defend their home. However, it wasn’t enough and ‘Benji’ watched as one of the hunters ripped the charmed pendant that allowed his father to walk in the sun from his neck, and his father immediately burst into flames, becoming nothing more than a pile of ashes. His mother suffered much worse, some of the hunters gleefully taking turns burning her with silver on her skin, stabbing her in different nonfatal parts of her body with silver daggers, and forcing wolfsbane down her throat before decapitating her lifeless body to make sure she was dead. While two of the others beat, cut, and burned him and left him for dead after having their way with him. 

    He came to near nightfall and started to wander through the woods, he’d never been to the town before, but he knew it existed as his parents had sometimes gone for supplies. He’d had no intentions of staying, only to find something to bury his mother and what he could of his father. On his way he collapsed, and two days later was found barely alive by someone.

    When he came to, again, a few days later he was in a strange bed in a strange place with strange people. He’d been taken to the town’s medic, and had people asking him questions. Ones that he had answers to, but knew he had to lie about. Because of his appearance, he was taken to the orphanage, though he was only there less than a week before running away. 

    He lived on the streets and in abandoned places, learning ways to survive off this new type of land. Sometimes with the help of others that lived there as well, but often on his own. When others started noticing that he wasn’t getting an older they left.

    Over the next hundred or so years Benji lived a nomadic life, never able to stay in any place for too long. He learned other skills from those who were willing to teach him, usually in exchange for some type of work, and even found a few that gave him a home, even if eventually he always left. Even with how kind some of the people who took him in over the years were, they never truly felt safe with any of them. Still, suffering from nightmares of the hunters, though they’d happened less and less over the years. 

    They've lived all over, explored new places, fought in some wars, protested others, gained and lost friends, spent time in prison, traveled and lived with carnivals, magic shows, and theater troupes, and lived several other lifetimes before. (Not necessarily in that order)

    They came to Faerune some 20 odd years ago. The first place since with his parents that he’d ever felt a true sense of safety. It was also the first place he didn’t feel he would have to eventually leave because of his inability to ever truly grow up. 

    It was here that they gave themself the name Benjamin or Benji for short, always changing his name whenever he found a new place to live. 

    While Benji can’t grow old or get sick and die as a vampire/werewolf hybrid he still has had his fair share of injuries and close calls with the plenty scars to prove it. Some scars that are older than most people and their grandparents combined. Not to mention that not all scars are physical. It’s nothing short of a miracle, that they’ve lived as long as they have. Perhaps there was something to his mother naming him Ansel, a name he's always given as his middle name if asked, which one of the meanings of is 'God's protection'

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  • freakshow--0304
    04.08.2021 - 12 minutes ago

    Not to be personal on this hellsite, but.

    I chose the name 'Sean' after a childhood imaginary friend who, at the age of literally five or so, I came up with the story for him.

    "What's the story? Its probably cute!" No, no my friend you are so very wrong.

    Little five year old me created this character, who lived in my house- under the floorboards and with a bunch of bugs and maggots, named Sean. He was a messed up gross looking dead guy who was super sweet and around teenage ages.

    Brown curly hair, dark brown eyes, pale lowkey crusty skin and a lot of injuries that would fade out of sight depending on his emotions.

    I told my uncle about him, and I swear to fuck- I told my uncle- "Yeah he and his mom died in a car crash because his mom was drunk driving. He was in the backseat reading a picture book about superheroes before they crashed." AND YEAH THATS EXACT WORDING. My uncle remembers this so clearly BECAUSE WHAT FUCKING FIVE OR SIX YEAR OLD SAYS THAT????

    So yeah I'm a trans guy named Sean after a fucked up imaginary friend. And yeah, I do actually kinda look like him??? Its weird lol

    #trans boy#trans masc#trans masculine#trans guy#transgender#trans #non binary boy #non binary #tw imaginary friend #tw death mentions #tw car crash #tw drunk driving #ask to tag #lgbtq#lgbt
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  • gloriousgalaxycherryblossom
    04.08.2021 - 13 minutes ago

    Family asks Gov. DeSantis to assign new prosecutor in 2015 death of U.S. Navy Seal

    Tampa Police and Hillsborough prosecutors have declined to prosecute, citing Florida's Stand Your Ground law.

    from WTSP - Local https://rssfeeds.wtsp.com/~/661088276/0/wtsp/localnews~Family-asks-Gov-DeSantis-to-assign-new-prosecutor-in-death-of-US-Navy-Seal via WTSP - Local

    #Family asks Gov. DeSantis to assign new prosecutor in 2015 death of U.S. Navy Seal
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  • frog-hat-rachel-gardner
    04.08.2021 - 14 minutes ago
    #this scene is um. yeah you know what I mean out of context #anyway god I wish that were me #manga colouring #satsuriku no tenshi #angels of death #rachel gardner#isaac foster
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  • agcnt1ne
    04.08.2021 - 15 minutes ago
    #[ 𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍. | Ask Answered. ] #[ 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚘𝚕𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚗. | ic / in character. ] #[ 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚊; 𝚙𝚊𝚕. | B.J Blazkowicz. ] #[ 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔. | main verse / Nothing Good Left. ] #smoking tw#panic tw #implied death tw #ask to tag tw #//wes: how do i explain.......... that i am gay........
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  • covid-22
    04.08.2021 - 16 minutes ago

    can’t stop thinking about that gun-obsessed 11 year old boy that tried to stab his babysitter in her sleep because he thought she was ugly

    #some children need serious psychological help #like no I don’t think video games and toy guns will make a kid violent but he obviously had some shit going on #at that age you know exactly what death and murder is and what the consequences are
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  • wanderlust-t
    04.08.2021 - 17 minutes ago

    He's floating.

    The world is silent here, he thinks, or hopes that he's thinking, because his mind feels numb, heavy, and his head is sore like it's going to burst. The world is silent here. The rumbling in his ears reminds him of one particular rumbling, warm and familiar, that seems so far away now. It might indeed be far away. He can't be one to know.

    In the darkness, he thinks he hears his name.

    He's probably dreaming.

    His thoughts are roaring mercilessly, hitting him like rocks and still too quiet to shake him. He's floating.

    Swimming. He swims and swims and drowns and chokes and thrashes, his arms, his legs, his everything, and he hears his name, Jaskier, Jaskier, Jaskier, and it's dark, so dark, he can't see a thing and he swims and screams and he can't breathe, he can't breathe, he can't breathe, he can't–

    Water falls over his face.

    The world is silent here. There's something magical about the sea, truly. Vast, unknown, suffocating. So beautiful on the outside, so terrifying on the inside. He feels it running inside his veins, intoxicating him, his blood no more than sea water, he tastes the salt on his lips, or some old dried tears. It doesn't make a difference, really. He's sinking. Becoming one with the waves, becoming the waves. The world is dark here and yet oh, there's so much light, enough to bring a heart to beat again. Or silence it forever. As the water embraces him, it doesn't make any difference.

    He can't breathe.

    It's comforting, in a way. The sea feels like a cold blanket, the gentle caress of the storm, and the light is so warm, singing his name, or screaming it, he can't hear. His ears are captivated in the melodic rumbling and he remembers, when he was little, when he stuck his ear into those huge shells, listening to the gentle sound of the sea that sounded so much like what he expected to hear. He knows now that what he was hearing was his own hope. Because the sea sounds nothing like that from the inside.

    It sounds like his greatest fear and his greatest confession at the same time, and it feels like the arms of a loved one, or like a blade on his throat.

    No difference.

    A dark thing, deep, beautiful. A blessing and a curse, to be part of it.

    He remembers so much. He remembers all of it.

    He wants to open his eyes. One last time, a voice whispers. Water is running down his lips.

    Someone is screaming his name.

    And then he's lost, breathless, the sea suddenly far away and he's cold, and the screams louder in his ear and he can't breathe, water running down his lips and he thinks, now, now he should open his eyes, now it's his chance.

    He opens his eyes.

    White hair, like the foam of the sea. Troubled face, like the crushing waves. A rumbling voice. A blessing and a curse, facing the sea with his own eyes.

    Water down his lips, down his lungs.

    Jaskier, Jaskier, look at me, breathe Jaskier, I can't lose you, breathe, please, please.

    What a beautiful sight, the sea. He thinks, now he will feel its arms around him, now he will look into its eyes. Bright amber, like the sun mirrored on the waves.

    His lips curve in something old and distant, a smile.

    What a beautiful sight, the sea. He thinks, if he keeps his eyes open, he can stare at it forever.

    Water down his lungs.

    He can't breathe.

    He keeps his eyes open and it's so easy now.

    A distant scream.

    He's floating.

    #*laughs nervously* what the fuck #it wasn't SUPPOSED to end like this i just wanted to project oh my god #i didn't know what i was doing until i typed the last lines and then i knew and i was as shocked as you are #by shocked i mean sobbing #the witcher#jaskier#geraskier #(kinda??) #chrysa writes#fic recs #implied major character death #angst#drowning#tw drowning#<1k
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  • sins-of-the-sea
    04.08.2021 - 18 minutes ago
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