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I just had such an exhausting week.

My best friend’s dad, who is the closest thing I will ever have to a dad, has a heart attack. He is getting better, but still extremely stressful.

A day later, I find out a new friend’s sister has died. Though I didn’t know the sister really, I still felt the loss of her light. Her and her family are so warm and sweet, it breaks my heart to see them suffer such a loss.

At this point, as a empath and someone with major depressive disorder, I am all out of spoons. I was at the tattoo shop when I found this out. I talked with my coworkers about it and decided to finish the work day.

As I’m leaving work, I say bye to one of the artists, Spider, at the shop. Very normal end, to my day at work.

Not even 15 minutes after I left work, I get a frantic text from a co-worker saying that Spider is having a heart attack. He died outside of the shop, and was revived in the ambulance.

I thought he would be okay, but I found out last night he passed.

He was such a sweet dude. He was always so patient with me when I asked him questions about tattooing. He always got me coffee, and made me laugh. We talked about hardcore music, and his weird obsession with Breaking Benjamin. Like the dude played one of their albums on constant repeat in the shop.

I’m not looking forward with going back to the shop and not seeing him. It’s gonna be so weird.

amargedom:

“Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door.”

— Unknown (via naturaekos)

comegently:

comegently:

Hello my name is Jasmine.  I am a black transgender woman looking for a place to stay in New York City before or during the first week of June.  If anybody is willing to let me stay there with you then I can pay you what I can until I find a job and get on my feet.  Living in NYC would mean access to trans related health care and resources, also to regular transportation seeing as I don’t have a car or license.  Transitioning medically and legally is one of my greatest priorities at this moment in my life and NYC has many resources readily available I do not have currently.  Living in NYC would also mean opportunities to meet publishers and advance my writing.  I don’t see that happening for me anywhere in the way it needs to like I see it happening in NYC.  If you or anyone you know would have room for me and is transgender friendly please let me know.  You can also email me at jkmoore491@gmail.com  Thank you.

Warmth

Jasmine

Thank you everyone for the overwhelming support! And to those offering their homes to me. I am still looking for a place kind of long term, one to two months, so let me know if there is anything available! ❤️

Deadpool’s daughter: Ellie

fuckyesdeadpool:

We meet the mother of Ellie in a flashback issue which takes place in the 70s. Carmelita is introduced as a young woman who’s father’s death Deadpool, Luke Cage, and Iron Fist avenge under the request of her mother

Carmelita falls in love with Deadpool at first sight

And then they make a baby

But Carmelita rejects Deadpool when she sees his face

Later he recalls her despite having his memories damaged by tampering from Weapon X

Later Deadpool is shown to be under complete mind control of Butler when he first meets his daughter which is why he can’t recall her conception or her mother

After seeing Butler secretly drawing a blood sample from the child (we later find out Ellie is a mutant but we have yet to find out what her powers will/might be) Deadpool scares Carmelita off

Years later, after Deadpool recalls these memories and tries to track down his child and her mother we find that Carmelita has died in a North Korean camp where Butler was keeping her.

Deadpool’s good friend at S.H.I.E.L.D., Agent Preston goes on a personal mission to find Ellie and does so in the suburbs being raised by Joshua, the brother of Butler, the man who tortured Deadpool for all those years, who claimed to have rescued her from an abusive adoptive home

Agent Preston adopted Ellie to raise with her son Terry so she could grow up in a steady and healthy home

 while Deadpool bought the house across the street to be with her as much as possible but still letting her have a normal home life

Ellie is not a typical little girl, taking after her father a lot

muvatokyo:

Shoutout to the girls with a space between their breast . Shoutout to the girls who have stretch marks on their breasts. Shoutout to the girls with sagging breast. Shoutout to the girls who have big breasts. Shoutout to the A-cup girls. U are all beautiful.