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Poem: Ground Control #1

One of my favorite songs

Promises that it's okay

To drift along in space

And feel lost sometimes,

But the feeling of floating

Indefinitely

Sounds awfully stressful

Because for how long do I need to drift

Before someone realizes and reels me home?

And how would they find me,

So far gone,

If I haven't ever mentioned

That I can feel myself slipping away?

And how can I tell them,

If I don't realize

Until I've drifted too far

To reel back in?

j.p

Part of the “Ground Control” series of poems, written while listening to the same song (“Ground Control” by All Time Low) several months apart

25/04/24

you’ve got these fake rules in your head

you shame yourself, you block emotions, push them down

break these mental chains

(April’s been what the cards predicted for me: challenging in terms of anxious thoughts and worries but I can see the sun through the foliage, I know it’s only easier from here)

@yate01​ you have no idea how much I needed to read such a post. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!

(Original poster: @yate01​

If there is a story you wanna tell, but you don't think you will ever have the time or resources to organize and tell it ""properly"" as like...a novel or a comic or whatever, it can absolutely just be...a bunch of brain storm-y blog posts and sketches that you share and compile over time on your blog. That is still a story. It is still a format. In theory, it might not be the "best, most effective" format...but in practise, the best, most effective format is the one that is accessible enough to let you get your ideas and narratives out at all♡

And, yanno--it is just nice to be able to give folks some context for your characters n stuff :3c

Tragedy

There is a news report about a motorcyclist who ran into a pole and passed away last night. The police are not yet releasing the name of the victim.

It happened in an area he frequently rode, and I am worried it is him.

Let me tell you a secret: I don't want him to die. Moreover, I actually hope he finds some sort of redemption (far, far away from me).

That future ceases to be a possibility if he is dead.

Fears

I’m concerned that I can attribute some of my recent progress to being with someone else.  I worry this makes the steps forward I’ve made “artificial” and if she and I should ever split I would crumble and regress.

Momo with the ideograms of the word "worried" drawn on her left shoulder - unfortunately I accidentally stained her head with the red marker 😅 -

Momo with the ideograms of the word "worried" drawn on her left shoulder - unfortunately I accidentally stained her head with the red marker 😅 -

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44211868

Impaled Palm

TW: Blood, injury, impaled palm

What happens when Tony Stark impales his palm?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

@badthingshappenbingo

Tony was bored as he finished up some paperwork that Pepper had sent him. The only thing keeping him awake was the fact that he was running on an ungodly amount of coffee and the fact that in only a few hours his protege would be coming to work in the lab. He really hated insomnia sometimes.

Eventually he was able to retreat to his lab and start working on one of his projects.

He bops his head to his music as he works.

Only, when the kid finally arrived at the lab, Tony lost his concentration.

Peter walked into the lab and the music stopped and Tony automatically went to turn and greet the kid, completely forgetting that he was working with sharp materials that should be handled delicately.

Tony’s greeting to Peter was cut off and he just yelped and cringed. Poor Peter had just stopped and started to stare at Tony’s now impaled hand with wide eyes.

Peter was the first to speak “Um, Fri, please get medical down here. Mr. Stark had impaled his hand.”

Peter carefully crept closer once he’d broken out of his surprised stupor. He cringed as he saw that Tony just looked fascinated as blood started rolling down his arm. Peter made a noise of surprise as Tony moved his hand and started rotating it.

Peter couldn’t keep the look of utter shock off of his face as Tony simply said “Huh, I think this looks good. Maybe I can base my next nanotech design off of how this blood is flowing down my arm. It seems to be running in a smooth track.”

Peter just gaped and said “Uh…Uh, Mr. Stark, what do I do?”

Tony just said “Nothing kid, just get me some paper, I need to sketch this idea out before I lose the design pattern. It’ll be different using my non-dominant hand to sketch, but I’ll make do.”

Peter said “Wh-what? NO! You shouldn’t be moving or something! I don’t know?! What do I do, FRI?”

FRIDAY responded “Just try to remain calm. Medical personnel will arrive shortly.”

Sooner rather than later, after Peter finally got Tony to stop grabbing for something to sketch with or on, medical personnel arrived and started to help Tony.

Tony didn’t like other people being in his lab, but these medical people knew him so well, and could easily put up with his fuss.

As Tony was being escorted out of the room he was bemoaning “NOOOO! I lost the design! It’s gone!”

FRIDAY seemingly deadpanned “The footage of the injury has been noted, Boss. Once you regain your full mental capacities, it will be available for your use if you seriously consider using it for a design idea.”

Tony just shouted “YAY!” and proceeded to pass out. Luckily, he was already on a gurney. The medical personnel at the lab took every injury quite seriously.

Peter just stood in the lab for a minute after they left. Too shocked to do or say anything but say “What the F—” and hope that his mentor would be alright.

~~~~~~

Tony woke up with a massive headache, and was greeted with Pepper’s quite annoyed face.

Tony cringed and said “What’d I do this time?”

Pepper rolled her eyes and replied “You impaled your palm and freaked the kid out. This is why I tell you never to work in the lab if you’ve had less than five hours of sleep per night.”

Tony cringed and said “Please tell me that I didn’t bleed all over the kid or scar him for life or anything? Oh man, please tell me that I didn’t accidentally hurt him?!”

Pepper snickered and said “No, you didn’t. He just panicked a little bit after you were brought here because you were hurt, and he thought that it was his fault.”

Tony cringed and questioned “Is he still here?”

Pepper nodded and said “I’ll go get him.”

Soon, Peter was in the room with Tony.

He looked kind of sheepish until Tony motioned him over.

He sat in the chair by Tony’s bed and Tony made a motion for him to grab his hand.

Peter did as requested.

Tony smiled as Peter looked him in the eyes.

He said “Kid, don’t blame yourself for my dumbass mistakes. I’m the one who was running on an ungodly amount of coffee and went to the lab when I really shouldn't have. I’ve been so busy with meetings and other things that I just didn’t sleep, partially due to my insomnia, and I made a stupid decision that got myself hurt. I’m just glad that you didn’t get hurt too.”

Peter smiled and said “I’m just glad that you’re relatively fine now. You’d never acted that odd around me before. You just zoned out for a little bit while staring at your hand and wanted something to sketch with because you were entranced with the way the blood was running down your arm. It just freaked me out.”

Tony rubbed soothing circles into the back of Peter’s hand as he said “I’m alright now, kiddo. I can promise you that I’ll do my best not to scare you like that again. I just wasn’t thinking right. Now, give me a hug. I’m injured and I need some spider-baby hugs. They’re quite healing.”

Peter laughed and got up to hug Tony. The palm impaling had scared him, but at least Tony seemed to be taking it pretty well now that he’d slept a little while after the wound was treated. May had even let him stay in his room at the tower overnight because he’d been too anxious and worried about Tony.

Tony couldn’t help but yawn, and soon he’d fallen asleep again with the knowledge that his kid wasn’t mad at him, and that his bout of insomnia hadn’t caused him to accidentally hurt the kid.

“There is only one way to happiness and that is to cease worrying about things which are beyond the power or our will.”

—Epictetus

HE HAVENT AWNSERD MY TEXTS FOR 3 FUCKING DAYS IM SO WORRIED!?

Amen!!!

“It upsets you How I only open up By speaking in riddles. After 25 years Of bottling it all up I’m not sure I know how.

I started writing poetry As a form of therapy. An outlet for all the things I wanted to tell someone. But no one ever came And so I kept writing. Book after book I poured my soul onto paper. Spilling my ink filled veins I became my only confidant. Because of my severe isolation I failed to learn How to open up.

You want me to talk, But I don’t know how. I want you to ask questions But you don’t know how. Perhaps we are both just too broken To be this close. Too many neurocies driving us apart.”

- Andrew

Today's Word #04 - Refuse To Worry

To worry means to allow something to revolve in your mind over and over again. God doesn’t want you to live worried or anxious about anything. He knows that worry steals your peace and joy. It affects every area of your life.

Worrying affects your physical body. It affects your sleep. You won’t ever gain anything by worrying; in fact, you’ll lose precious moments that you can never get back again. The good news is that God has promised that you can have victory over worry. It starts by making the choice to trust in Him. When you cast your cares on Him, He will give you His peace.

Decide today to put an end to worry in your life. Choose to feed your faith and fill your mind with God's promises. As you focus on God’s Word, you’ll drive out worry and fill your heart with faith and expectancy; and you’ll be empowered to move forward into the life of blessing He has in store for you!

(Taken from Today's Word by. Joel & Victoria Osteen)

You should draw bj

Beetlejuice ay

I don’t draw demons you know

WHAT HERE DID THIS COME FROM TF

I did not draw this WHO DID

It’s me I’m insane and sleep deprived

WORRY! We’ve all experienced it, but in God’s Word, it is Not an option!

Worry in the original language here means 'to tear the remembrance of the mind apart,' and this is a classic practice of Satan whose primary goal in our lives is to kill, steal, and destroy. (John 10:10) When we follow Satan’s lead by worrying, It Is A Sin.

The positive response to worry instead is CONCERN which means “Having a healthy marked interest in a situation and being involved with a solution by responsibly taking charge for solving the problem by sifting through possible solutions.” Sometimes that is possible by being positively proactive, but other times that may NOT be possible and That’s Where PRAYER & FAITH Comes In!

1 Peter 5:7 says to “Cast ALL your cares upon him, for he careth for you” (!)

“All” doesn’t mean 50% or 70% or 90% of your cares, but ALL of them!

Friend, God cares for us more than we know, and He is fully aware of every crisis we are facing. Worry accomplishes NOTHING, so when you are in a situation that you are powerless to resolve, cast all your cares upon Him and hand the situation over to the Lord! because GOD IS CONCERNED ABOUT YOU.

God Bless Your Day Jesus Loves You

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Candied Glass

Today I ran into your arms crying,  Said I needed to feel wanted. Tonight we talked for hours,  Time passing as if it were candied.  My mistakes and fear, All but forgotten.

but What about after I leave?  When I’m still awake and you’re asleep?  What about tomorrow? When I remember everything I was worried about? What about next week? When I long so deeply for you again?  I can never ask for your affection,  I can only beg for it.  You seem so far above me,  Something priceless I’m not allowed to touch. or Something so fragile, Something I’m just too scared to break.

Sometimes I worry that you’ll shatter, Like colorful candied glass. Beautiful and delicate,  Too good for a brute like me. 

I am scared.

Oh what a time to be alive, I think, as I look at the results of the EU election in my home coutry, Germany.

The second-strongest group in my home country (AfD) is far-right, supports Putin (even had Russian spies in their midst), wants to literally DESTROY the EU, wants to revoke women's and LGBTQ+ people's rights, -

and that's just the beginning. And I can tell you where it'll end. And we had that same situation about a hundred years ago. Back then, Germany lost its constitution and started a genocide. And yes I'm talking about the Nazis.

I am scared. Not just of this political climate. I am scared because a lot of the people I know and am lucky to call my friends and acquaintances don't have a German passport, and because this party will want to get rid of them, or do anything they can, at least.

I am scared, because I am a trans man undergoing hormone therapy. It is, regrettably, a very vulnerable situation to be in in this political climate, because all they need to do is ban one type of medicine and claim it to be harmful-

or perhaps they will just revoke my rights to exist peacefully completely.

I am scared, because all this literal danger to the German constitution needed to do was speak a few pretty words for the camera, post it on Tiktok, and the people believed them blindly. So many haven't read the election program, so many don't know what these people want to do-

but they hate the other parties. So why not elect the one party that actively threatens the freedom and equal rights of our country?

I am scared. Maybe I won't be first in line to be shot, but I am standing in the queue.

And what scares me even more is that I can't understand HOW this situation could even happen. Were our voices not loud enough? Didn't we cry out and warned them often enough? Why did so many people choose to ignore the riots, the pleas, the thousands and thousands of voices?

Just "to make a statement"? Is voting against peace and against freedom and against equality a protest now? Is humanity so easily influenceable that they tune out all the voices on the streets? Or was I just optimistic, am I really just living in a country where we want war and supression and censors and dictators-

because that's what this is going to boil down to. And I am scared.

Scared of this country. Scared of the people in it. Scared of the future. Scared of what this predicts for the next election in 2025. Scared of the visibly easy manipulation of the masses.

Scared, because I KNOW that history repeats again and again and again and again and we claim to learn from it;

and yet, we don't.

Stranger Things - Ep 2

caught me so off guard but im not complaining

The long days will be shorter,The troubles will fade away and Hard times won't ever be more than past events,that offers you wisdom and proves your growth.

-Reema Tabra