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I just cannot wait for the day Lindy Ruff is fired.
I am tired of having the tiny hope I have be taken away every damn game.
I am tired of seeing the players, who are clearly just dun not in the sense that they aren't trying but in the sense that they have gotten used to the disappointment that is this season, be exhausted every game, especially when players like Daws, L. Hughes and literally anyone else who is showing signs of stress clearly aren't playing in tiptop shape.
I am tired of Lindy sounded disappointed any time he is on screen, no matter if we do well or not that game, it's consistent disappointment and disinterest when I hear him talk and it sucks.
I am tired of New Jersey somehow finding a way to be a joke even in the sports world with our ONLY major professional, this team is many people only knowledge of Jersey and yet we are STILL a joke or something to just not be respected.
I am tired of every game where everyone is sure this just HAS to be Lindy's last game and yet somehow he is still there the next time we play, that somehow someway he probably won't be fired till the end of the season and EVEN THEN who knows if he actually will me.
I am tired and over it but I'll still be watching the games, I'll still be there when we lose once again, I'll still be there talking to Sky saying shit about how much I hate Lindy and how he is running this team into the ground, I'll still be complaining about Ruff to my parents because they have to know everything wrong going on.
I'll still be here because just because a team is doing shit doesn't mean you should drop it just because of that, that just shows you weren't actually a fan in my opinion.
I have far too much state pride for my own good because I genuinely love this state and love this team, so I'll stick through the good and the bad, continue to be slightly angry with myself for not being able to get into hockey last year when we were badass.
And I'll still be watching and eventually buy more stuff for the Devils because let's be real, the second that sales drop and the Devs aren't as popular the club isn't stay in Jersey, so might as well support the bastards ya know?
And hey, who knows, maybe one day we shall see Lindy gone and this team flourishing, but until then I'll just keep being sorta upset that we aren't doing as well as we can and drinking my problems away (this is a joke and I promise it's just water, Liquid Death specifically).
Oh my gosh I love this, thank you so much lol
*stares deep into your soul* NJ headcanons please? Angst or fluff just anything
*stares right back into your very core with my autistic eyes*
But yes ofc you may have some NJ hc’s young child :)
NJ is strangely really good with hair. And that goes for literally every hair type. Unruly and ruined by bleach like Florida’s? Easy. Wavy and incredibly messy like Texas’s? No problem. Louisiana on the verge of tears cuz his curly ass mess of hair got tangled in the humidity of the summertime and he’s only hurting himself more by trying to brush it? No problemo, NJ will gently and delicately Dutch braid it.
NJ and Loui. Theres something between them. Idk what it is. But there’s something. Potential parental stuff perhaps. But something.
NJ can and will adopt any younger state that gives off "yeah I have parental issues" vibes
This man is a HUGE dog person :]
He has a Doberman, named Murrie, and a Boxer named Mar. He loves them and they love him.
For some reason, trying to write and draw comic bubbles are way much more difficult than drawing the characters...
Help a Family in Need
I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.
Living abroad, Mohamad has recently endured unimaginable loss and financial strain. Amidst the ongoing conflict in his homeland, his mother passed away, leaving behind his sister and her five young children—the last remaining members of his immediate family.
As the situation worsened, Mohamad managed to help his sister and her children escape to safety in Egypt, covering their immediate needs and securing a temporary refuge for them. Since then, he has been fully responsible for providing everything they need to survive during this transition.
In his efforts to support his family and cope with this devastating loss, Mohamad has found himself deeply in debt. To make matters even more difficult, he recently underwent knee surgery, which limits his ability to return to work for the foreseeable future. This has made it even harder for him to manage his financial responsibilities and the pressing need to provide his family with a stable future.
Mohamad is now working to bring his sister and her five children to join him in Belgium, where he hopes they can find stability and opportunity after all they’ve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.
For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges.
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DHMIS Theory
ok, so imma just say spoilers for the DHMIS tv series, but i feel like that's a given.
so. i've seen theories around about yellow guy being david and him having been hit by a car, and i agree with those. but many people, including matpat, believe leslely was the one driving. but, in episode five, when time child arrives, they have this symbol on their chest
the yellow one with the battery is clearly yellow guy, and the green one with the egg is clearly duck. which leaves the red one with the road. this is what got me thinking that red guy could've been the one driving the car, and i know that that could mean anything, but lets look at the cars.
the car they drove in episode five says "LE5L3Y' on the license plate, so that implies it's hers. however, the car that hit yellow in the 'dream' sequence is a different car.
the one that hits yellow guy in the 'dream' looks like a volkswagen bug, whereas the one that they're driving doesn't. plus, even though he struggled to turn it on, red guy seemed to know how to drive it. almost like he'd driven a car before.
now, why is he in this world if he didn't die? idk man. maybe it's a punishment of sorts. maybe lesley's teaching him lessons about how the world works to say 'it's wrong to run over children'. or maybe he is dead. idk what happened after the car hit david. that's the thing with this show. duck is implied to be the pet (with the 'dog' having his head and a few pictures in his wallet) but he's there too- maybe he was even the one who ran into the road, causing david to chase him (idk what that bird symbolizes)
or maybe i'm over thinking all of this. who knows.
welp. that's my two cents for you. do with it what you will.
Exclamation points are extremely underrated!
@cactisays in my heart you own like 5
Saguaro redraw from some years back! good ol long cactus
"DerekDerekDEREK holy mother of GOD I'm about to fall 200 feet to my DEATH" "Better hold on tight, spider monkey" "What the hell is a sp- NO don't you daaAAA"
Another of my friend K's suggestions - when she found out I'd never watched twilight she suggested we do so together, but she keeps insisting she won't tell me what happens in the last ones in advance because then I'll 'never agree to watch them'. i am afraid.
I hate “closed” tribes. Hot take- Tribes like Dewwings are just Leafwings2 - you shouldn’t be creating tribes or monetary value towards an IP you down own the rights to- they are just for flashy show because “look! I have a cool dragon, and hahah you don’t!”
I feel like Tui wouldn’t like them, simply because IPs like that make a lot of money, and publishers don’t like non-ip owners encroaching on that
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So last and this week have been crazy, meltdowns that affected my time on the drawings. And a personal problem that happened on Saturday that I will be quiet for a few days or more, maybe a month.
Let me explain, some people in Wattpad knows a bit that I had a problem with my armpit that hurted so bad that I stop writing and moving my arms for a few days. What I didn't continue on saying, I had these problems for more than two years. Long ago, I had this pimple-like bumps under my arms for a few weeks and I never thought about it, even if I was close off the outside and I stay in my room.
To warn you, I'm an autistic teenager who suffer depression, anxiety, diabetes, and many issues. Basically, I'm a very sick person who have many mental health problems. I like to be in my room most of the days because my anxiety keep me away from the outside world when my family goes shopping. There are some times where I am happy to go out and stretch out my legs.
Anyways, I didn't think much about the lumps, even it's weird that I stay in the room yet it came out of nowhere. It wasn't until a few days later, it open into holes, throwing pus and blood goo that dirty any towel within that day. It even stink the room from the smell but the worst was that it gave me huge pain when I move a muscle on my arms. It last a few weeks before it close up and leaves scars under my armpits but in a few days, my other armpit started to repeat that cycle of pain. When it close up, my other arm open up again, repeating all of the years. No pain killers stop the pain for a day, only hours before it sting back again. We went to emergency room more than three times, never telling me what it was and just to "air it out" but they also have me Cephalexin or Keflex pills (was the first thing they gave me when I came in the second time) but I found out that I'm "immune" to it so there was almost nothing to help me.
Until a year ago, my mom took me to my primary doctor instead and they said that I might have Hidradenitis suppurativa. When they send me to a Dermatologist, she said a few words about it and related to me so much, she only have us a pill to stop the flare up (the shocking pain in the arms and muscles). It made me sick and have extreme diarrhea for weeks so my mom decides to stop giving it to me and I got a lot better. The flares up stop for a year but just last week, it created three balls and made a huge lump and when it popped in my sleep, I just cover it with a bandage to stop the blood. When the next night came in, I was have a huge meltdown from the stress of homework I missed (that week before that, I didn't went to school cause the whole household got sick and no one could drive, I'm homeschooled) and the pain came in more extreme than before, my mom took me to the emergency room again but this time, the doctor saw me in pain and told me it was Hidradenitis suppurativa which we knew but he noticed I was really young and sick for this so he wants me to get into surgery to get rid of it which we didn't knew that can be a option until now. We change doctors because they were shit from the beginning and refused to take the hospital referral for an emergency surgery.
So just yesterday, I went to see the new doctor and he sent a note for an urgent surgery to the office, they said that they will send a call for a 24 hour warning to meet the surgeon but they don't know the date it will be for it but it will be this week.
This morning, the doctors who going to do the surgery approved me but they need the notes from the hospital emergency room and see me. So it will happened tomorrow or the next day before that. I seen video of the procedure they do and it looks like I won't able to use my arms for a while. I want this so bad, the freedom of the one thing I have. I may be suffering with others things but I want to move my arms freely to do my drawings and writing my stories. I also scared of the outcome of it after the surgery, also I don't want to wake up in the middle of it.
Thanks for reading this, if you have any questions about this, ask away!
URGG STOP LOOKING COOL!
Happy Birthday Naga you horrible horrible human being
Was not expecting AOT to feature in TMNT MM but here we are
Will expand on this when I’m more awake however:
human tmnt au BUT the boys have oligodactyly
I know it's ungrateful to show what you got for christmas on the internet... but I've been waiting for this moment since I was 8
They now have a mouth and they must scream
Buy me a kofi?
Ok I feel like you guys deserve something so... have a story I guess.
Random Loubby thing I drew, and story I’m making up on the spot.
(What a title)
Quick Note: They’re like, 17 or so here. Ok? Ok.
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Webby was walking through the manor, being her awesome Webby self, when she heard something. It sounded almost like... surpressed gasps of pain.
She followed the sound for a minute or so, and it led her to the 2nd guest bathroom on that floor. The door was opened slightly. Peeking in, she saw Louie standing there, with his back to her. He was crying and leaning over the sink, running the water over his left arm.
“Hey Lou, you ok?” Webby asked, entering the room. Louie, surprised by her presence, quickly turned around, holding said arm behind his back.
“Yeah, totally.” He replied, his voice strained and his face twisted into an unconvincing smile. He rubbed his eyes dry with his right sleeve. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Webby raised a concerned eyebrow.
“What’s behind your back?” She asked.
“My arm.” Louie replied. Webby looked him in the eye for a second.
“Show me.” She said firmly. Louie chuckled nervously, fidgeting his arm behind his back for a second, before holding it out in front of him. The sleeve was rolled back down.
“See? Nothing out of the ordinary!” He said as cheerfully as he could. Webby sighed, grabbing his arm and rolling the sleeve up. Louie winced in pain. Who could blame him? There were 3 large gashes up his arm, and a few more small ones scattered among them.
“Louie, we talked about this!” Webby reminded him gently. Louie sighed shakily.
“Please don’t tell Webs.” He begged, rubbing his eyes on his sleeve again. Webby sighed again.
“I won’t.” She promised, pulling him with her out of the room. “You’re just lucky no one’s home.” She pulled him down to the kitchen and made him sit down at the counter while she got out a first aid kit.
“It’s not that big a deal Webby.” Louie told her irritably as she pulled his arm out to treat. “They’re just cuts.”
“They’re not ‘just cuts’ Louie.” Webby replied worriedly, grabbing the disinfectant from the kit. “They’re cuts you gave yourself. That’s not healthy!” She pressed a cotton swab on the largest cut, causing Louie to wince again and his eyes to water.
“Ow!” He exclaimed.
“Sorry!” Webby said quickly. “But I need to clean them!”
The next few minutes passed in silence, aside from Louie’s wincing from the pain. Finally, Webby wrapped his arm in bandages and tied them tightly.
“There.” She said quietly. “Now they’ll heal, and as long as you’re in long sleeves, no one will see.”
“Thanks.” Louie mumbled, rolling his sleeve back down. He groaned and put his head down on the counter.
“You just put your face in your blood.” Webby pointed out, lifting his head back up gently. His face was splotched with bits of crimson.
“Cool. Can you tell me when I care?” Louie asked miserably. Webby sighed and wiped his face clean with a damp cloth.
“You can’t keep doing this to yourself Lou.” She said with a concerned voice, sitting next to him.
“I can as long as there’s scissors in the mansion.” He replied. “And even without those, there’s always knives. Maybe even a good old fashioned sword.”
“Why though?” Webby asked.
“I don’t know, ok?” Louie snapped back, turning away from her. He felt a few hot tears run down his face again. “I don’t... know.” He repeated shakily.
“Look at me Louie.” Webby said firmly. He sighed and turned back around, looking her in the eye. “Louie, I know what you’re thinking.” She said after seeing the self-hatred in his eyes. “Don’t you dare believe it.”
“I...I can’t help it.” He replied tearfully.
“Lou,” Webby started, putting her hands on his shoulders. “You are an amazing person. You’re smart, you’re kind, and you are IMPORTANT. And I love you just the way you are, no matter what.” Louie rubbed his eyes on his sleeve again and sniffed. Webby pulled him into a tight hug.
“I love you too.” Louie replied quietly over her shoulder. She pulled away and kissed his forehead.
“I know you do.” She assured him with a smile. “But you need to love yourself too.” Louie’s eyes dropped to the floor.
“I can’t.” He replied. “I can’t find anything about me worth loving.”
“Then look harder.” Webby told him. “Because I see all of it every day.”
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Ok, well, there you go.
bringing this up again bc im rewatching tbb (yes for the 4th time)
having hunter grapple with being a soldier and no longer knowing if that role suits him, let alone the fact that he has a choice in the matter, all while trying to protect omega and his family
and then proceeding to have him lose a quickdraw because he reacted like a soldier (drawing faster but choosing to aim instead of hipfire) and subsequently failing to protect omega
is genuinely such a good choice and foundational development for the dad he becomes later on. this moment and him attempting to leave omega behind with a "real family" make the payoff for his character that much sweeter imo