Darknessalwayscometous - Fara's

TURKEY 🇹🇷 EARTHQUAKE VICTIM

Good day everyone I'm Aydin, a native of Turkey, also a victim of the unfortunate earthquake. I and my family live in a neighbourhood called Artmutlu in Antioch, Turkey, Im not from a rich family but my parents struggled to educate me, I left Turkey for the United States to study on scholarship 2 years ago, leaving my parents and sister behind. I woke up on FEB 6 2023 to news of an earthquake in my community.

I tried reaching my family, all to no avail (guess the earthquake affected the reception and connections). After several hours of panic and prayers, I got a message from my mom via WhatsApp, saying our house is gone, not only did the earthquake take our house and properties, but it also took with it my dad, who used most of the home appliances to building a cover for my mom and sister, the cover couldn't take 3 people so he took cover under the bed instead, which wasn't enough to hold the rubbles. My neighbourhood is said to be completely levelled. My mom and sister survived but were left cold on the street. My mom's friend, who was also affected but not as much as ours, took my mom and sister in, both waiting for help. My mom is presently in disarray, and where she's staying won't help as she'd constantly remember/see and even more panics about what's happened. It's not good for my mom. I need to get her to a safer and less panic-filled neighbourhood. I'm still a student who does cleaning works to make ends meet here. I need approximately $1000 to get my mom and sister out of there, get them somewhere to stay, and feed, and others. I need your support AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. please I don't want my mom to die of a panic attack.

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absolutely enraptured rn

Peeling back the anxious thoughts is the toughest part, but it helps so much, especially when you write them down! Some of my favorite techniques:

1. What is the worse case scenario, and could you live with it?

2. What would you tell a friend going through this?

3. Will you remember this is in 5 years, or will you overcome it like you did with your past challenges? 

I’ve been thinking about this little analogy for a bit, and it’s helped me reduce the weight a recent stressor has had on me. A manufacturing issue had been making me anxious this past few week, but when I stripped it down, it was just another blip that I’d deal with. I realized I had been adding all these layers of anxious thoughts onto something that I’d definitely overcome, even if the worst case happened. So I hope picturing your anxiety as an onion with a smaller, baby stressor inside can help you lighten the load of your anxieties!

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whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

sunrise - louise glück

Dua for parents. (Surah Al-Isra 17-24)

‎رَّبِّ ارْحَمْهُمَا كَمَا رَبَّيَانِي صَغِيرًا

‎Rabbir hamhuma kama Rabbayani Sagheera

‎"My Lord, have mercy upon them as they brought me up [when I was] small."

‎May Allah make us look after our parents and treat them with kindness!

I think Hannibal and Clarice would end up as a normal couple with secret that you shouldn't know about it.

I think I’m one of those weirdos that actually think Clarice and Hannibal do not become a murder couple at the end of Hannibal the novel. If Hannibal murders, I don’ think Clarice is included. They are both perfectly willing to kill, but will not engage in murdering the rude.

I also don’t think they’re engaging in cannibalism. In fact I’m sure of it.

I read the book. They have servants. They allow people into their home. Someone else cooks for them. The only place servant are forbidden to enter is the top floor of the house before noon because Starling and Lecter are lazy asses.

Note, I do not expect this from my RP partners. If I wanted everything exactly as canon, I would re-read the book.

Stay.

If that's what you expect me to say, you're wrong.

Our relationship meant nothing to me.

I can't say that,

I loved you.

And to be honest,

I hated you.

I would be lying to myself if I said,

I want to talk to you.

Why is everything so different now?

You might have an answer to share.

But before you do,

Leave.

now read it up from bottom to top.

- Jason R. M.

Buttercup (Invincible)

Author’s note: as someone who lost my mom, I had to write for full mask mark losing his mom. Different circumstances, but still has grief all the same

Warnings: Death, grief

(Technically a short story for the Invincible AVRP AU but can be read by itself)

Characters: Full Mask Mark Grayson, Debbie Grayson

💛🕊💫🌼☁️ 💛🕊💫🌼☁️ 💛🕊💫🌼☁️

“Mama!” His high pitched child voice squeaks out, running to her with open arms as if he forgot she was there with him. She smiles wider as he kneels down to his level, opening her arms wide. He giggles and crashes full force into her, knowing that she will always be there to catch him, to break his fall. He laughs as she hums “woah!” At his enthusiasm to ses her. She lifts him up into her arms, wrapping them around his tiny body to make sure he’s secure. Nothing will hurt him.

“Look mama!” He hands her the flower, and she gasps and takes it from his delicate hands.

“Woah, thank you, sweetie.” He beams at the praise.

“Do you know what flower this is?” He shakes his head in return.

“This is a buttercup, if you hold it under your chin and your chin is yellow it means you like butter” he gasps in return and lets his mother hold it under his chin.

“Oh, looks like someone likes butter” she teases and lightly tickles his tummy. He giggles in response before chuckling out, “now you try mama!”

She hums and holds it under her chin with a smile, the buttercup glowing a yellow hue under her chin, “is my chin yellow”

He gasps and nods, like this is some sort of witchcraft he’s never seen before.

“Let’s go see if your dad likes butter” Mark cheers as she lets him down, holding the buttercup as his tiny legs run to his dad.

—💛🕊💫🌼☁️

“Do you remember that, mom? After that I have always picked you a buttercup or two on Mother’s Day until I was able to buy my own flowers. Always of a yellow variety though, it has to be in theme,” he chuckles weakly before talking again, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mom”

Mark pressed a soft kiss to her temple, as tears dropped onto her pale skin. He pulls away, as he stares at her lifeless body. He can’t let go though, they haven’t had enough time together. They never got to go on a mother-son vacation, she will never see him have children, she will never get to even reach the age of 60. In his head, he hopes by some miracle she will gasp for air again, but he’s tried all he could. CPR didn’t even work but crushed her ribs.

He carried her over to the couch, hugging her close and he pulled a blanket over her. He doesn’t want her to get cold, she always hated the cold. Out during sunny days was what she loved. The yellow lilies, daffodils and buttercups were wilted on the floor, the water spilling, the vase shattered.

He runs a hand over her cheek, feeling her body slowly get cooler. He clenches his teeth, thinking of all the times she said I love you, and he wished he said them back. Or the times he would rush out of the house to play at a friend’s house and she looked disappointed that he didn’t stay to eat her cooking. Or when he would play with his dad more than her. What if she hates him for that? He’s sure hating himself right now for that.

He hums a tune to an old song they used to play in the car as he braids her hair. He knows she’s dead, even if he doesn’t want to accept it, but she deserves to look beautiful even after she lives.

—💛🕊💫🌼☁️

“Mama?”

Debbie turns, she hadn’t heard Mark use that name in a while. He looks in shock, on the verge of tears, and he wraps her in an almost crushing hug- literally.

“Mark?! What’s gotten into you? We had dinner together yesterday. Are you happy to see me?” She chuckles it off.

“Mom, oh god- I want you to know I love you, you mean the world to me. You raised me better than this” He rambles as his voice quivers, his eyes watering and ready to overflow.

“Mark? Seriously, what’s wrong?”

“I got you these”

He hands her a bouquet of lilies, daffodils and buttercups, with specks of dirt on them like he found them and pulled them from the dirt himself.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Mama…”

Damn, that's hit me pretty bad

"فالهروب من الموت... هو موت آخر"

''running away from death, is another form of death''

source: mohannad.aburizk (ig)

Thinking about how Dr. Lecter was just a sad and lonely teenager who had PTSD because he was so traumatized by his sister’s death that he became numb to his feelings and completely detached from his emotions.

That is, until Clarice came along and saved him by helping him learn how to feel again and allowed him to be emotionally vulnerable around her and make him feel safe.

She literally saved him 🥺