Where Is My Murky, Wouldn't Jump Into It, Green, Icky City River?!
Because I need the writing-juice in my rl rather than for fanfic rn but still want to stick with the story I'm working on I thought: let's make a moodboard (or sixty)
but then i tried to look up city rivers and just
...what is it with all your aesthetic pretty blue rivers making happy little bends around the city?!
Where is my murky, wouldn't jump into it, green, icky city river?!
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Weathering with You - 天気の子 - Tenki no Ko
Hello! I'm Ducky! Welcome to my disaster area...
Let me introduce myself. I'm Breeanna, otherwise known as Ducky. I need your help.
I am an artist, musician, and spoonie from St. Louis, MO. I have a very rare case of a very rare disease called Gastroparesis. I no longer have a stomach. I have a host of other complications and illnesses that make my medical expenses incredibly expensive. My lifespan is shorted by my illness. I actually almost died from the disease before a life saving surgery to disconnect my stomach in 2023. I'm alive...but still having a hell of a time.
My hobbies include writing, crochet (I make custom scarves and blankets which are for sale!), and love to read. I love color, fashion, and weird animals. I am pansexual, demisexual, and gender non-confirming. My pronouns are she/they (though they is preferred).
I am disabled due to my illness. I work from home and try to supplement my income by making/selling crafty things...but sales are basically non-existent and its hard.
I'm squashing down my pride to ask Tumblr for help.
My cost of living due to my illness is so high that I cant meet the demand and I am deep in debt. I risk losing my phone, car, and even my little apartment. Things are...bad. Even thought I wish I could die (it would be a lot cheaper) I keep pushing forward because I am convinced there is brightness at the end of this tunnel. There has to be. 40 years of suffering is enough.
If you can help me out, even if its $10, you are a godsend.
Venmo: marchingduck Paypal: owlalwaysloveyoudeer@gmail.com
Message me if I can make you anything! There are samples of my work on my Chaotic Instagram: marchingduck
Thank you for reading. Hopefully I find my light. Please share, I need all the help I can get.
when furudate wrote “today you happen to be the defeated. but what will you become tomorrow?” and then “nothing would ever get started if they didn't first think, 'let’s give it a try.'” and then “he who climbs the ladder must begin at the bottom” and then “we’re not limited to just one way of being great” and then “being weak means that there is room to grow” and then “does losing prove that you are weak? isn’t losing difficult for all of you? a challenge where, after ending up on your hands and knees, you must see if you can stand up again? if you stay on your hands and knees, that proves that you are weak.”
How do you know if, perhaps, your story is starting to take over?
... 4 browsers with 33 tabs each. ('nuff said)
fanfic writers are so fucking awesome man. they write novel length fics that are sometimes even better than some published bestselling books written by professional writers. like fanfic writers are professional writers to me and they gift us their masterpieces for free. they give us something we can look forward to after a long day. something from which we can seek comfort when life is hard. something that can be our own little getaway. in a world of capitalism, despite everything, they give us all of these for free. like holy fuck. shout out to every fanfic writer. I wish all fanfic writers a very ‘I love you with all my heart and soul. I thank you from the bottom of my heart’
“Alright, Princess,” he mutters, when he finally feels the first tendrils of The Hive reaching for him and his eyes alight on the red-yellow sign of one of their street-level eateries.
He shifts her so she can burrow deeper into his hold. “If you ever had any fleas, the river drowned them good and I don’t have to be disappointed that a life on the street made it hard for you to uphold your royal standards.”
A wet, cold, nose presses against his collarbone in response and Satori feels it when she tucks herself carefully into the space he gives her. A warm, gentle weight pressing right against the beat of his soft, dumb, heart- already nine-tenths in love with her.
