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passionesolja · 3 years ago

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Okay can y’all Disney adult bitches please don’t tag your dumbass movie character headcanon in the OCD section of this site? Like dawg some of us use that tag as some kind of support system.

Bitch nobody give a fuck if some bitch ass disney 3D model written to have OCD (maybe). Y’all are clogging up resources and tryna say oh “oh ocd rep🥰”

Bitch I don’t want ocd representation the fuck ???

This is a life ruining illness when at its worst so unless this character getting real with it (ie: intrusive thoughts, repetitive thinking, false memories, rumination, etc) then shut the fuck up with that weak ass shit. That’s not representation, thats just a mf with some rituals here there.

The only thing that need to be “represented” is the extreme damage this shit does to your life and relationships so that the world can understand the gravity of it.

I don’t want no fucking “representation” I want a fucking cure so I can have a fucking normal life again. I don’t need a bitch to represent some shit that torment me daily. The fuck that gonna do for me?? Nothing.

Bitch ass, sterile ass film company think they can gets tickets outta me? fuck Disney and all they weak ass, pandering ass movies. Y’all co-signing this is sickening

Does this bitch ever have a intrusive thought so whacko and heinous that it ruins they whole day? No. Then shut the fuck up, that ain’t representation.

I can’t fucking stand y’all. Keep your weak ass, frail ass Disney movie for kids so it can’t ever dive into the real issues ass character headcanons and analysis off the fucking OCD tag.

Bitch unless a character struggles with it to the point of having to fight suicide—or it hinders their life drastically—that shit not real and not accurate.

Y’all got a bitch fucked up today I swear

Y’all wanna “help people with mental illnesses”? Keep your bitch ass, lame as fuck, Disney character bullshit off the damn tag where people with the disorder go for support.

Fake love ass bitches, stop claiming you give a fuck for clout

#actually ocd #ocd tag #living with ocd #ocd brain #encanto bruno #encanto #ocd things #ocdrecovery #ocdproblems #real ocd #ocdawareness

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sstar-nerd · 4 years ago

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Some general Ghost Crew head cannons I have

I’ll probably do a relationship one (platonic and romantic) later.

Under cut cause I don’t wanna clog the tags for the characters.

Zeb

Zeb tries to be quiet at 2am when getting a midnight snack bless his heart but that ship is just not made for larger species.

He is a very good defense strategist. Coming from the Honor Guard he learned mostly defensive tactics as the Lasat were not so keen on going into a war anytime soon.

On slow days he cleans the crew’s weapons and keeps them in good shape. Sometimes he can get into such a good mood that he takes the task of cleaning up Chopper.

He doesn’t get nightmares as much as he used to. The only time he gets them now is when he’s too close to a large explosion. It reminds him of the Palace explosion too much.

Chopper

Chopper’s favorites list: Hera, Sabine, Kallus, AP-5 (in all honesty Kallus and AP are tied), Kanan, Zeb, and Ezra.

Chopper keeps tabs on everyone’s general health. He finds creative ways to get them to eat, sleep, shower, and relax. Most often he’s throwing something at them like a ration bar or a bar of soap.

Chopper does not like Han Solo at all. Solo gets shocked every time he passes Chopper. Solo is so paranoid whenever he hears any sounds of droids at the base. It’s mostly due to Solo being on the bad side of both Hera and Kallus for various reasons.

Chopper labels himself as the best droid in the Rebellion. He takes no criticism.

Hera

Hera is amazing with Jacen not just from natural instinct but because she had experience from the Ghost crew. They’re basically her kids don’t lie to me.

People expected her to be cautious or hostile towards Kallus when he joined. Instead she asked for him to be the Ghost’s intelligence agent and made him a Spectre.

When the Empire is driven back and defeated she moves to Ryloth to help rebuild. She helps establish a few schools and helps train pilots.

When Jacen asks about his father when he’s young she simplifies things for him but she doesn’t hide details either. She’s very transparent about who Kanan was and answers his questions to the best of her ability. When he’s older though she gives him the full story in a sit down session.

Kanan

This man cannot cook to save his life outside of ONE recipe his master taught him. Hera can’t cook either so when Zeb joined and was able to make some decent stuff the relief could be felt even from non-force sensitives.

He forgot when his birthday was from all the years on the run and hiding. He would just raise his age after the New Year and forget about it. Hera was the one to find his birthday and start celebrating it again.

Kanan is an expert on how to avoid Chopper’s shocks. He can parkour his way through a room if it means he won’t get electrocuted by the little menace.

He liked his master but didn’t like Mace Windu that much. He knew he could be kind and good but he always saw his harsher side and felt like he treated some padawans and Jedi unfairly.

Sabine

She was nervous to do her art on the ship when she first joined. She was always yelled at by her mom, by her superiors, and even some friends when she tried to do her art. She asked Hera and Kanan and was only asked not to do anything NSFW. She has been given no other restrictions. She has taken advantage of that.

She hates when things are stagnant. If she feels restless she’ll change her armor paint, her hair color, and even redo her whole room.

She wasn’t comfortable with Ezra’s flirting but thought he would grow out of it or stop eventually. It didn’t, but it never got to the point where she would snap at him. She just sat him down one day and said a very firm ‘No’ which he respected. Their friendship greatly improved after. (I personally see them as really close friends)

She’s a frustrated learner. If something keeps going wrong no matter how she changes her methods she won’t touch that thing for a good 2 or 3 weeks.

Ezra

He learned early on in street life not to be afraid of heights. Since his main mode of transportation became running along buildings and such the fear of heights was not allowed to stay around.

He doesn’t like cold food that much. Just something about it puts him off. Having a warm bowl of soup or a hot roll of bread is his favorite meal.

He has called Hera and Kanan mom and dad on accident and now they call him their son on missions. He’s ok with this new development.

He’s protective over his food. The only person he isn’t defensive around with food is Chopper only because the droid doesn’t actually need to eat.

Rex

He picked up a lot of hobbies after the clone wars. He can fish, knit, write, make pots, and hunt pretty well.

He doesn’t take his armor off because he never feels safe. He wakes up from night terrors too often and is only grounded by the feel of his armor.

They buried Gregory on Lothal and visit whenever they’re able. Rex brings different types of flowers each time.

Kallus

He has no social skill whatsoever. He’s either very quiet or very blunt in what he means.

He has major OCD. At first the crew didn’t understand and tried to make him stop but they soon got used to it. They get used to him checking inventory every five minutes to make sure it doesn’t get stolen, walking through a doorway several times to make sure a ghost doesn’t hunt them down, and several other things he does around the ship.

He’s a lot more relaxed after coming to the Rebellion. They’re much more understanding of his OCD, expectations are reasonable, and they’re a lot friendlier towards him than he thought they would be.

He’s better talking with droids than organics. When he was young the only friends he had were droids and that continued into the Empire. Even with the Rebellion of he’s not with the Ghost he can be seen with Ap-5 or other various droids around the base.

#ghost crew #garazeb orrelios #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #ezra bridger #sabine wren #clone wars rex #Star Wars rebels Rex #kallus #alexsandr kallus #chopper #headcanon #sw headcanons

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monochromemedic · 5 years ago

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A Shitty Beach Episode

Fallon stared out at the beach, smiling wide at the people running, sunbathing and swimming out in front of him. “I can feel the sunburn already tinting my pale skin into crispy bacon... god I missed this did you miss this?” Dom was already laying his towel out, taking his shirt off and throwing it to the side before reaching into his bag and pulling out the sunscreen for Fallon. “I haven’t had a day out of the office in a while. I swear i’m turning into a vampire. So... yeah i’m excited to get cured.” Fallon laughed and ripped his shirt off, throwing it with Dom’s junk. The sunscreen was cool and as much of a dork as he looked, he knew that without it he looked like a tomato at the of the day. The bottle brushed against Silas’ thigh as Fallon suggest him to put it on. Silas only huffed, playing with the t shirt still plastered on his body. “Nah im good man, i’m not gonna take my shirt off anyway.” “What and not show off that bod? You’re gonna drive the ladies crazy man.” “And you’ll get hot.” Dom added, pulling out a book and beginning to read it. “And you’ll get hot.” Silas sat down in the sand, brushing his hair back. “Eh you know. I uh just think I could look better. You know and I didn’t shave today this was a real quick notice.” Dom pipped in again, “I don’t think many people will notice body hair. This isn’t about looking good for other people it’s about staying cool and having a good time. Not to mention I think Fallon and I can agree you look in better shape then the two of us combined.” “No doubt. Sy I WISH I could have a body like yours. You look like a statue or like a soldier or... someone really fit.” Fallon muttered, taking a finger and digging it into the sand. “Well I don’t feel comfortable so i’ll just... swim in this shirt. It’s not a big deal you know.” Fallon raised a brow at Silas, eyeing his face up behind his glasses. He looked uncomfortable and weirdly shy. It was really unlike Silas at all. He knew that there was something up, he rarely saw his friend without a shirt even in situations when he should. Visiting his place and Silas takes a shower? He comes out with a shirt on but just a towel. Wakes up with a shirt on and just underwear. Picking at some stray body hair at times. “Well alright man, you know whatever makes you feel comfortable but... you look pretty damn hot to me.” He said, patting his friend on the shoulder as he gave little sigh, getting up and heading to the water. The other two on the sand stared, face scrunching a bit in confusion. “Don’t go prying Fallon.” “I-I wasn’t going to-” Dom glanced to Fallon, making him grunt and through his hands up in the air a bit. “Ok fine, I just care about the lug can you blame me?” “I care about him too but prying could make things worse. Besides we know he’s self conscious about his body, if there’s more to it then he’ll tell us in time.” Fallon gave a few more grumbles and kicked at the sand, before getting up and stretching, adjusting his sunglasses. “Yeah I guess so. I’m gonna head out. Have fun uh... reading at the beach. Like an old man.” “I will. I’ll love being the old man I am.” he smirked, watching Fallon head off into the water before returning to his book. Silas dived unto the water, surrounding himself in the lapping waves and cool water. It felt great but he couldn’t help feeling the T-shirt cling to his body. It just made him conscious of it all. Maybe he should have worn something else. He should be fitter. Stronger. He had too much body hair and it grossed some people out. Clogged the drain, was scratchy. If he just worked out more, found a better way to remove his hair maybe... He lifted his head from the water and took a breath before beginning to swim along the shoreline, eyebrows furrowed at the thoughts in his head that swarmed him like angry wasps. He just had to try harder, he just needed... something. Fallon stayed by the shoreline, waist deep in the water as he let the waves crash against his torso. Felt nice, though he swore there was some seaweed clinging to his feet. He looked at a few of the other people in the water. A few kids staying close to the shore (Thank god). Older people, people his age. Some pretty people. He stared at a woman, liking the pattern on her bikini. It looked so nice on her, and she looked really pretty. He looked at the man beside her, seeing how buff he looked. God he wished he could grow facial hair like that he was just a- A rather rough wave crashed against him, knocking him head over heels into the shallow waves. When he managed to center himself, he popped his head out of the water only to notice in horror the lack of sunglasses on his face. That familiar black tint to the world, everything was just so damn bright. Fallon’s hands quickly brushed his hair in front of his face, taking a shaky breath as he tried to look around him in the water for his sunglasses. He knew they weren’t there though, as another wave crashed into him and probably sent the glasses further away from wherever they originally were. He began to panic a bit more, the people he noticed early seemed to look at him a bit more. He gritted his teeth and tried to hide even more, hand covering his eyes as he began to stumble back to shore to Dom. Dom looked up from his book a bit surprised at how disheveled he looked. “You lose your glasses? Haha, I told you before you should of took them off.” There was silence from Fallon as he began to search through the bag, hands shakey. “Can you not get everything wet, Fallon I don’t wanna dry-” “SHUT UP.” He hissed, grabbing Dom’s hand that began to reach for the bag. Dom yanked his hand back, shocked at the fingers that dug into his skin. “Where the... FUCK. Are you serious? Damn it Dom...” He clutched his face and covered his face with his hands as he took another shaky breath. “WHO DOESN’T HAVE A PAIR OF GLASSES?” Dom set down his book and grabbed Fallon’s arms, trying to calm him down. “Jesus it’s ok. Hey calm down it’s just a pair of sunglasses...we’ll get you another pair. They’re cheap.” Fallon bit his lip, nodding his head as he blindly reached for his shirt and stuck his head inside of it. “Yeah ok let’s just... do it quick please? Yeah? Yeah?” “Uh... yeah... you ...wanna tell me what the hell’s going on at least? You fucking... scratched up my arm like a tiger!” “I just don’t like being seen without my glasses.” “...Enough to act like this?” Dom asked in disbelief. “I mean I know we just had the talk about Silas but... he’s not yelling and cutting people up because of it!” Fallon took a moment, his feet kicking the sand that clung to his legs nervously before he began to speak. “It’s.. I just... shitty uh ... I don’t like... eyes on me. I don’t like making eye contact man, I don’t like the fucking eyes. It like hurts. Yeah I know it’s... weird, blah blah whatever but i’m weird ok, so it fits!” Dom rubbed his arm cautiously, eyes darting around his friend before he began to look around. “You gonna be ok for a while here? I think there might be a shop nearby.” Fallon nodded his head inside of the shirt and Dom got up, grabbing his shoes and wallet and walking out to the small line up of shops. Dom was confused about the whole thing as he walked. He never... saw Fallon act like that it was really shocking. He couldn’t help touching the scratches on his arm and marveling at how much he dug into him. Eyes? Something about eyes was that his problem? Did he have a phobia? First Silas’s body issues and now this. Dom couldn’t help but think of his own problems, his OCD that wracked his life in secret. Of course he didn’t look like he was a bit unstable in that department but it really did effect him. Needing things to be orderly and counting constantly. The medication helped that was for sure. He closed his eyes a bit, sighing softly. They were a bunch of fucked up guys weren’t they? It didn’t take long for him to come back with a shitty pair of sunglasses, finding Fallon with his head still in his shirt. “Hey bud, here you go.” He waved the pair with the tag still on in front of the shirt hole. Fallon quickly snatched them up, tearing the tag off and placing them on his face under the shirt. Dom watched as he gave a little shutter, hands writhing under the shirt before he took the shirt off, glasses on. “You good?” Fallon nodded his head, hand pushing his soaked hair back as he stared at the ground. “Mmm... i’m... sorry.” was all he could mutter. “You wanna go home?” He nodded his head and Dom began to pack up, waving over Silas who was panting from how much he was swimming back in forth. He didn’t explain much to Silas, he didn’t wanna be that guy, but he just explained that he was gonna give Fallon a ride home and probably head home himself. Silas nodded, saying how it was a good idea and that the entire beach trip wasn’t the best idea in honesty. ‘Maybe next time.’ Yeah... he hoped so.

#fallon's tag #silas' tag #dom's tag #my ocs #original character

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