#*cope

[neishroom]

from birdie's bday

[chefbeepo]

Anyway totally not inspired by my prev reblog tags but here's this

How each merc would react to you coming out as trans! (Ftm)

Demo: ya say yer a lad now, ey? Aye, thas fine by meh, s'long as yeh happy. Arigh then, lad, cannae pass meh me scrumpeh?

Sniper: Awright. Lemme know if you need help pissin in jars, mate. It's hard to master, ya know

Medic: oh! Excellent. If you don't mind me asking, may I remove your uterus? And perhaps your ovaries? Maybe your spleen too or your liver or your left lung- say, did you want to start hormone zherapy? I have highly concentrated testosterone-

Engie: Yer a boy now, son? As long as you don't go playing those pranks you fellas love so much. We don't need no more ruckus 'round here

Scout- Huh? Ya trains? Yeah I heard about ya fricken train collection ok- trans? Transgeda? So, what, youse a boy now? He/him? Sure, fine, whateva, listen buddy, I gotta go, I've got shit to do

Soldier- I'm not sure where that is in America, but so long as you can hold your ground on the front lines, I don't care, privet! Now get your ass out there and show those cupcakes your WAR CRY!

Pyro- *draws smiley face*

Spy- Trans? Hmm. If you need my cloaking device I may lend it to you. ONLY. If you do something to piss of Scout first. I would try poison, if I were you.

Heavy: This is fine. You become strong man in future. This is good. Eat many sandvich and this will happen for you. Fight bear in mountains will help.

BONUS!

Miss Pauling: Okay, you're a boy? Right. Let me change that on your papers. While I work on that, I've got a job for you.

Saxton Hale: Amazing! As long as you still want to watch me TAKE DOWN THIS YETI!

Merasmus: ok

[n1c0d3mv5]

Fill my asks with sad songs that might make me cry please

I need it

[jesusinstilettos]

I’m about to save you thousands of dollars in therapy by teaching you what I learned paying thousands of dollars for therapy:

It may sound woo woo but it’s an important skill capitalism and hyper individualism have robbed us of as human beings.

Learn to process your emotions. It will improve your mental health and quality of life. Emotions serve a biological purpose, they aren’t just things that happen for no reason.

1. Pause and notice you’re having a big feeling or reaching for a distraction to maybe avoid a feeling. Notice what triggered the feeling or need for a distraction without judgement. Just note that it’s there. Don’t label it as good or bad.

2. Find it in your body. Where do you feel it? Your chest? Your head? Your stomach? Does it feel like a weight everywhere? Does it feel like you’re vibrating? Does it feel like you’re numb all over?

3. Name the feeling. Look up an emotion chart if you need to. Find the feeling that resonates the most with what you’re feeling. Is it disappointment? Heartbreak? Anxiety? Anger? Humiliation?

4. Validate the feeling. Sometimes feelings misfire or are disproportionately big, but they’re still valid. You don’t have to justify what you’re feeling, it’s just valid. Tell yourself “yeah it makes sense that you feel that right now.” Or something as simple as “I hear you.” For example: If I get really big feelings of humiliation when I lose at a game of chess, the feeling may not be necessary, but it is valid and makes sense if I grew up with parents who berated me every time I did something wrong. So I could say “Yeah I understand why we are feeling that way given how we were treated growing up. That’s valid.”

5. Do something with your body that’s not a mental distraction from the feeling. Something where you can still think. Go on a walk. Do something with your hands like art or crochet or baking. Journal. Clean a room. Figure out what works best for you.

6. Repeat, it takes practice but is a skill you can learn :)

[great-and-small]

My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.

When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.

When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.

[puckspoetry]

POV: you wake up from a mouse bite induced coma

[noodles-and-tea]

POV you’re watching Jayce and Viktor give their science presentation but one of them clearly pulled an all nighter

[jamjoob]

Can someone write a fic abt their life before the timeskip

[greenfungy]

I’m sorry too.

[rotatevacuum]

#ще й і іграшка-обіймашка для сну!! (@kawoid) так!!

[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[lavenderarts]

I just think that if Jayce had eaten that man's pussy none of that would have happened

[personaglitch]

"Self insert characters are cringe"

Bro I'm trying to survive capitalism with maladaptive daydreaming. Leave me alone.

[imawitchywitch]

Me, doing my silly little crafts, trying not to fall into a hopeless abyss:

[gothghostiie]

price with reader who never got much attention as a kid/growing up??

very self indulgent but hear me out. price is a lover man. he takes his time for his partners, gives them what they need, even if he's busy. you on the other hand are simply used to being put aside, people only listening to you half heartedly, not looking at you and getting distracted when you talk, other things were always more important than you and you felt that. you got used to it, it's normal to you.

but when you're with price he's the total opposite. he looks at you intently when you talk (if not hes leaning his head towards you so he hears you better), putting things down when you ask him something - hes attentive. he listens. and its absolutely strange to you, it makes you feel flustered, kinda watched. at some point you ask him why hes looking at you like that, the tv running in the backround. he furrows his eyebrows at you, with a confused chuckle. "what do you mean, love?"

"you're starin' at me." you accuse him, your cheeks getting hot.

"you're talkin' to me. where else would I be looking?" he jokes with a soft chuckle, wondering what the hell you're on about.

"your show's on." you say, gesturing to the tv. he looks at you like youve got three heads.

"I'm listening to you, love."