Archives for the Date December 11th, 2019

outlanderamerica: mrdavidberry “I’ve struggled with depression…

outlanderamerica:

mrdavidberry

“I’ve
struggled with depression since my early 20’s. Many years later, and
the feeling has never entirely left me. It’s encoded somewhere deep in
my DNA. My thoughts get dark from time to time. The peaks and troughs of
life are a little more intense for me than they are for other people.
Life feels like it’s too much. I feel alone and hopless.

But
here’s the thing I’ve come to know : the hardest thing about depression
is asking for help – admitting to yourself and others that you really
don’t have it all under control. Once you overcome that, the rest is
easy : Exercise, therapy, medication and mindfulness…” Out of
Instagram retirement for a quick minute to support this important
project from @brewbevanphoto @2020mentalityproject @beyondblue_official who are helping to end the stigma attached to men’s mental health and
to speak for the first time publicly about this very personal issue.  Head to the link in my bio to read the rest of my story and show your support by donating to @beyondblueofficial #tohearandbeheard #2020mentality #beyondblue #mensmentalhealthawearness

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FYI
This photo was taken a day or two before NYCC, a week before my last
stint filming Outlander, and on a day I was feeling probably the lowest I
have felt in quite some time.

Regardless of how I was feeling
during what was a very challenging time, I still did the shoot, I still
did NYCC, I still filmed my scenes a week later. And I still smiled.
Appearances mean nothing. Believe me. I’m expert in them. How things
appear on the outside is not always reflective of what’s going on in the
inside.

It takes tremendous courage to share your
vulnerabilities. There is nothing weak about asking for help. Speak up
and support men’s mental health.

FROM DAVID BERRY’S BIO:

I don’t know how to write anything
uplifting or inspirational about depression. so instead i’ll write
something honest. The truth is it sucks.

I’ve struggled with depression since my
early 20’s. Many years later, and the feeling has never entirely left
me. It’s encoded somewhere deep in my DNA. My thoughts get dark from
time to time. The peaks and troughs of life are a little more intense
for me then they are for other people. Life feels like it’s too much. I
feel alone and hopeless.

But here’s the thing I’ve come to know :
the hardest thing about depression is asking for help – admitting to
yourself and others that you really don’t have it all under control.
Once you overcome that, the rest is easy : Exercise, therapy, medication
and mindfulness.

As a male, I think
revealing your vulnerabilities can be even more challenging. We’re not
supposed to show emotion or weakness. Add to that just the smallest
degree of celebrity and things become even worse. Writing all this now
and laying out my thoughts and feelings to you is uncomfortable to say
the very least.

But while I haven’t
written anything uplifting or inspirational about depression, I’ve
shared something honest about me. And maybe that’s inspiration enough if
you’re feeling, or have ever felt the same way. Life’s burdens are to
be shared. Share them and things get better.

— David Berry

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It takes courage to share these experiences.  Thank you, David Berry, and we love you even more.

everythingfox:Cat snoring into an echo mic (🔊)

everythingfox:

Cat snoring into an echo mic (🔊)

Rainbow (Moodboard challenge oneshot)

claryclark:

smashing-teacups:

A/N: I’m so excited to be a part of yet another thrilling writing challenge in this fic community! Naturally, leave it to me to take a perfectly fluffy board, stick a knife in it, and twist! 😂🤷‍♀️

A modern day take on the Faith storyline, and what it would be like for Jamie and Claire to go through that grieving process together, and what a second pregnancy/the ability to parent together after losing their first child would look like. Naturally, therefore, there is a big old TRIGGER WARNING I need to place here for stillbirth/pregnancy loss. But I do promise this oneshot has a happy ending!

Thanks to @outlanderlush​ and @iamnottrisha​ for organizing this challenge, to @fierceweebadger​ for creating this stunning moodboard, and to @desperationandgin​ and @lcbeauchampoftarth​ for betaing! 


I knew before Claire did, the second time around. 

I’d known for four days by the time she came home from Tesco with a pregnancy test wedged surreptitiously between the milk and the K-cups. I busied myself with putting away the produce, feigning oblivion while she ferreted the wee pink box into the folds of her cardigan and escaped to the bathroom on the pretense of putting away the toothpaste and body wash. 

When the door clicked shut behind her, I went very still, bone-white hands clenched on the edge of the countertop.

I already knew what the test would show. There was no doubt in my mind at that point. 

I knew my wife’s body better than I knew my own.

Her breasts were an easy tell; she’d whimpered in protest when I probed them — gently, experimentally — while she slept. They were tender, aye, and the nipples a little more full already. The delicate veins along her areola were swollen with the increased blood supply, and as recently as that morning the color had started to deepen, darken. In a few weeks, I knew they’d be the color of champagne grapes. 

At least they had been. Last time.

She had burst into tears the night before over a dog food commercial. She was short with me, quick to snap blazing whisky eyes up to mine and give me a thorough tongue lashing for whatever my perceived error of the moment was.

And perhaps most telling of all: it was the middle of March, there was still a dusting of snow on the ground, and my normally ice-blooded Sassenach was burning up. She kept kicking off the blankets in the middle of the night, scooting away from my body heat unconsciously when I tried to spoon around her. She’d started cracking the window and turning on the ceiling fan before bed, complaining that the bloody thermostat must be broken, because it was “sweltering in here.” 

Aye, I knew. I knew fine well what the test would say.

Apparently, my wife had been less sure. 

When the door to the bathroom creaked slowly open on its hinge, I stood motionless for a moment, watching. Claire stood on the other side of the threshold, just out of sight. 

She didn’t move.

So I did.

I crossed the kitchen in careful, measured strides, gaze trained on that doorway, waiting for the moment I could find her eyes with mine.

When I did, I froze, every muscle in my body drawn taut, every hair follicle standing on end. 

I didn’t breathe — couldn’t — and neither did she. 

Tears stood like diamonds in her eyes, shimmering in the light. She looked up at me helplessly, her chin dimpled and quivering, and put a hand to her mouth to smother a sob. 

I felt a crack through my chest like a gunshot, and then I was moving again, grabbing for her in the same moment that she reached for me. There was nothing soft or tender about the way we collided — clawing, scrambling to get each closer, tighter — frantic and shaking and terrified. 

Fucking terrified. 

Keep reading…

READING THIS FIRST THING IN THE MORNING WAS A MISTAKE!!!! I AM SO EMOTIONAL OVER THIS RN. I CAN’T HANDLE IT. 

@smashing-teacups , my love, you are KILLLING ME with the angst!!! This one shot was so insanely captivating. I swear to god I felt every human emotion in it’s purest form. YOU ARE AN ARTIST! 

ddlweekly: Daniel Day-Lewis, Martin Scorsese, and Michelle…

ddlweekly:

Daniel Day-Lewis, Martin Scorsese, and Michelle Pfeiffer on the set of “The Age of Innocence”…

quillusquillus: baapi-makwa: my friends cat loves attacking xmas trees but hates plastic bags the…

quillusquillus:

baapi-makwa:

my friends cat loves attacking xmas trees but hates plastic bags

the narrative tension in this picture is outrageous

bellfry: ms-hells-bells: amar-bayt-fawaz: that is exactly my point of view. if all people were…

bellfry:

ms-hells-bells:

amar-bayt-fawaz:

that is exactly my point of view. if all people were given universal basic income, we could have tens of thousands of boring, tedious, dangerous, and long term harmful jobs done by robots, while humans are free to explore their passions without fear of poverty and homelessness.

in a good society, automation means a boom in the arts. language, painting, music, dance, writing, philosophy, architecture, etc. these are the sectors that advance tremendously during periods of human health and flourishing

Back in the 1960s, we were told that automation and rising productivity would mean shorter work weeks with higher pay. Instead we have multibillionaires, growing poverty, and crumbling infrastructure. The money is all there, it’s just being hoarded.

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