#Jay's PTSD

[ghost-bxrd]

Love what they are doing now with Wayne Family Adventures.

Bruce is being a jerk, but unlike mainstream, the narrative is definitely not on his side.

He gets called out on it, and it's made clear he is overreacting due to his own messed up mindset.

Yup! And they’re making absolutely clear the readers know that Bruce’s actions (and assholery) are because he’s terrified for his kids. Not because he’s “got no time for teenage rebellion” or the I-dont-need-a-son-i-need-an-obedient-soldier shtick

Yes he’s being a jerk about it, but honestly I’m not sure I would handle the situation much better after trying to get the most important people in my life out of the line of fire only to have them show up at literally every location of interest 😭😂 like, that man is stressed 🤣

[thelatestkate]

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[ahalliance]

how is ETOILES the most normal person out of the French currently HOW DID THAT HAPPEN

[tigergingicat]

I have really, really, really been enjoying EPIC: The Musical by Jorge Rivera-Herrans. Watched the Wisdom Saga release last night. I love the overall theme of "ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves."

That said, I have been inspired to go back and read the related mythology, history, and literature, and now a have a whole lot of things I want to write (or see someone else write):

an essay on how Odysseus, Polites, and Eurylochus were differently affected by veterans' PTSD

a story or essay about Odysseus coming up with the Trojan Horse in desperation to go home

a story about Polites and Patroclus being friends and Polites trying to talk Patroclus out of pretending to be Achilles

a story about Odysseus convincing Helen's suitors to defend her, how he was convinced to come to war himself, and him then convincing Achilles, with all of the troubled motivations involved (maybe as poetry? I've written prose poetry-adjacent fic before...)

I came across some amazing meta about why Artemis demanded the sacrifice of Iphigenia (she wanted Agamemnon to think a little harder about going to war since children and women like his daughter would be killed and raped; it backfired)

A story or essay regarding the point that not a single male adult in this story (except perhaps Polites, who as far as I can tell was invented by Jay) is a good guy and that most of the not-so-great women have noble intentions.

A poem or story about the sheer bitterness that Telemachus and Penelope feel over their apparent abandonment (cf Book One of the Odyssey)

I would also LOVE to see a one-year teen/adult education class based around the Homeric epics - curriculum would include the Iliad, the Trojan Women by Sophocles, The Silence of the Girls by Pat Barker, and The Song of Achilles by Madeleine Miller, interspersed with essays about war, the history of Anatolia, the ethics of archaeology (I hate you Schliemann), finishing up with The Odyssey and EPIC. A teen/adult literacy class could start with EPIC and branch off from there based on the interests of the students.

[james-stark-the-writer]

19:45 into the absolute rom-com classic Jaane Tu... Ya Jaane Na bc i wanted to feel good today and revisit a little bit of nostalgia and i was in the romcom mood so. here we are. anyway, this movie is like Camp Excellence, and also astonishingly well directed, i'm glad young me had great taste, this movie is very much from the year 2008, but, along with Mamma Mia! which somehow also released in 2008, nothing else even comes close to making me love love and life as this does.

[traggalicious]

Discussion on the Great Gatsby and I guess I overestimated the open-mindedness of my classmates bc like… the response when i said “so do y’all think Nick’s kinda got smth for Gatsby” was Interesting. They seemed shocked, as if Nick is Not a bisexual man. (This guy legit can’t choose anything, he’s non-confrontational, describes women and men kind of equally in both appearance and Vibes, and come ON that scene w/ the ellipsis (commonly used for fade-to-black sex scenes) and then HIM WAKING UP W/ MCKEE IN BED. HOMO 🫵🫵🫵.) Anyway. Nick/Gatsby/Daisy seemed to be the general ship consensus here

[gregorygerwitz]

Jay Halstead, Crisis Counselor

"Are you the police?" "No, I just work with the police. I'm here to help you."

Jay can remember the exact moment he changed his mind about what he wanted to do with his life. He'd made it through the police academy, had a uniform and a badge, was patrolling the city of Chicago for a little over a month and thought he was making things safer. But he got pulled into a shootout that felt a lot like being back in Afghanistan, and he missed all the signs he should have seen in his suffering best friend, and none of it was what he expected his life to be like once he was home.

At four in the morning, Tuesday, November 15th, 2011, he sat in a hospital waiting room and made a choice.

By the time he was sitting in a diner three days later, he had quit his job. Between pestering nurses and refilling his body with cheap, tasteless coffee, he'd turned in his badge and filled out the paperwork to enroll in classes that would start after the holidays. It was almost a complete turn around from where he'd been, and it meant finding a part time job and a roommate - his thankfully alive best friend - so that he could keep a roof over his head while he got his degree. If his brother could get through medical school, he could get a Bachelor's on the government's dime.

Facing criminals and getting shot at wasn't what he wanted to do after all. It was too dangerous, brought up too many memories he'd rather forget, and even his therapist thought that distancing himself from things like that was better for him. Because of her and all of the sessions he begrudgingly attended, he actually slept through the night most of the time. He was able to stop drowning all the pain in too much alcohol, or any alcohol at all. He focused on school, and shifts at the family restaurant he'd gotten a job at, and making sure all of the medications in the bathroom cabinet got taken at the right times.

When Jay graduated with his sociology degree, and passed the test to become a licensed social worker, and his best friend became his boyfriend, things finally settled into place the way he thought they would before he'd turned his own life upside down. There were good days, where he got to work with kids and teenagers who just needed someone to listen to them and acknowledge what they were going through, and bad days, where talking to someone wasn't enough to save them from themselves. But it was a life he was proud of, and he'd saved more lives through engaging in the community than he'd taken overseas, and that was the kind of balance Jay didn't know he'd craved.

[ Mouse ]

[squilliamtriker]

"i think carrie's extremely traumatic ptsd event is that her dog died" ok

[elitehoe]

Jay is going to attack the elite while he can because he knows when Kota shows up he ain't going to get away with that shit

[jinxed-ninjago]

Okay, if you’ve been following me for a while you’ll know I hate Skybound with a burning passion, HOWEVER in the words of Wu: I must give credit where credit is due.

So here are some praises for Skybound from me, a guy who despises it because so many of the characters are OUT of character.

They REALLY tore into Jay’s character. Not just surface level, no, I mean Jay’s character would be in the ER from how deep they tore. Nadakhan commenting on him using comedy to hide his anxiety? His social insecurities — he LITERALLY mentions being afraid of causing a rift in his and Nya’s relationship by telling her about his future’s reflection. Skybound went after Jay like a lion after a wildebeest and I gotta give it credit for that because it showed that Jay is more than just “funny lightning man”.

Jay was starved and tortured. In a fucking Lego kids show. I cannot IMAGINE how much worse it would’ve been if Ninjago had a higher age rating.

Basically for what it’s worth Skybound is the darkest season of Ninjago pre season 8. Nothing will change my mind on that.

[ghost-bxrd]

Hi! I just got The Batman Files and I was really just looking for the pages pertaining to my favorite character ever, Jason Todd, and I just got to his Death Certificate, and I realized that on it, it says he died of asphyxiation due to smoke. Which basically says that he was alive while the Joker tortured and beat him, that he was alive when the bomb in the warehouse went off, that he was alive even after the warehouse came down on top of him. That he didn't die due to his injuries, to the explosion, to the rubble; he was 15 years old and he survived all of that, but he died of the smoke inhalation.

Meaning that if Bruce has been just a little bit faster, he may have been able to have another moment or too to hold his dying son, but ultimately not save him; not with all the injuries Jason would have undoubtedly sustained from aforementioned torture, explosion, and collapsed building.

Yeah that’s the tragedy of it all. That he didn’t actually die from the explosion, which Joker apparently made “soft” enough not to kill immediately, no, Jason died because he couldn’t breathe. Not even due to a collapsed lung, no. Smoke.

I’ll never not be salty about Bruce taking too long to get there 😔

[cynicalone94]

Team As Family

No. 13: TEAM AS A FAMILY

Familial Curse | Multiple Whumpees | “Death will do us part.”

Read on AO3 here.

Five times Jay survived the fourth of July and one time he actually enjoyed it

[jamesmarriottistrilingual]

Headcannons of the Inbetweeners main 4

SIMON COOPER

he/they

Bisexual

Transgender

autistic

supportive mum,dickhead dad

JAY CARTWRIGHT

he/him

gay

PTSD

ADHD

Autistic

Dickhead dad

WILL MCKENZIE

he/they/it

homoromantic

asexual

autistic

depression

dickhead dad

NEIL SUTHERLAND

"what are pronouns"???? (any)

unlabelled

doesn't have a gender indenity

autistic

dyslexia

doesn't have a dickhead dad,he's just a gay dad

[snkts]

while we're doing our happy silly hours this is a good time to remember that Logan is single-handedly responsible for reducing the population of at least two separate cities from in the hundreds to zero. it's also a good time to remember neither of those times were voluntary :)

[goldenavenger02]

i'll hold my breath a little bit longer

The last thing he wanted to hear was that all of it, everything that he was feeling, was somehow normal, that the pain in his chest, the blocks in his memory, the shivering in his bones and worst of all, knowing that Nya wasn’t coming back resulting in sticky tear stains rushing down his hot cheeks was normal or even expected.

“They came to rescue me and now they’re all gone. Everyone’s gone.”

“Well, I’m not. And you heard Lloyd, he saw beyond today. It had to be like this.”

“But now he’s going to come after you! When will it be enough? When will it end? I…I can’t stand losing any more.”

“I can’t stand losing either. But Lloyd saved us for a reason. Let’s just hope by the time we see Nadhakhan again, we figure out what that reason is.”

Ninjago City General Hospital felt cold to Jay.

It could have been the fever that was still plaguing his body accompanied by shaking that wouldn’t cease, maybe it was the plain white walls with the ocean landscape on the wall that someone had expertly painted to his left, or even the chill of the fresh air being pushed into his lungs via the oxygen mask that was strapped to his face.

Regardless of the reasoning that he felt as though he couldn’t get warm, the sterile environment mixed with the picture of the waves that he could clearly his yang being a part of now made him shiver harder as another cough started to make its way out of his lungs wrapped in phlegm.

He managed to sit up, pull the mask upwards so it rested on his forehead and grab the pink medical basin that had been brought into the room for this exact purpose before nearly vomiting into it from the strength of the coughing fit that erupted from his lungs.

But the glob of phlegm released itself from the back of his throat after a strong round of coughing and after taking a few wheezing breaths, Jay set the basin back down on the metal table that had been placed near his bed, not even looking inside to see what exactly he had coughed up.

Instead, he focused his tired eyes on the city view outside, his left eye closing from the strain of the sun shining in the window; his friends were out there, assisting wherever they could in the clean-up which is why he was currently sitting alone in the cold, dim hospital room unable to even stand on his own two feet, let alone actually help.

He heard footsteps approach the door to his room and slid the mask back over his face; he knew it was foolish to believe for just a second that it was her, but whoever it was walked right past, leaving him to wallow in the silence and the murky depths of his own memories.

Jay wasn’t surprised that his mind brought him back to the events involving Nadakhan; the djinn was like a disease that would never be fully expelled from his thoughts and just when he thought he would be over the hell he had been put through by him and his crew, it came rushing back harder and faster than ever before.

But this memory wasn’t like the others. It wasn’t the hours and hours of swabbing the deck only to become the victim of the scrap ‘n’ tap ring and it wasn’t Nya’s limp weight in his arms as salty tears streamed down his cheeks and into her bobbed, raven-black hair that usually kept him awake at night.

He knew that his ribs were busted; he didn’t know when it happened, but he had a feeling of how, given that he was still struggling to see out of his left eye for seemingly the same reason. 

All he knew was that his chest felt tight and painful.

When they had arrived on the shores of Ninjago with the entirety of the police force on their side, the adrenaline that had been keeping Jay on his feet aboard Misfortune’s Keep finally ebbed away.

He would have fallen face first on the pavement if Nya hadn’t been there to put a gentle hand around his waist while pulling him back to his feet, even if his feet kept slipping out from under him and he was doing everything possible to keep himself from using her as a crutch.

“We’re gonna get you taken care of,” she assured him, her free hand brushing his curls that had appeared from a mix of salt water drying in his hair and the lack of styling, “you just stay awake for a bit longer.”

“W-we need to get you s-somewhere safe,” he stuttered around his dry mouth while trying to ignore his stinging, chapped lips, “he’s g-gonna come after you and-” he was cut off by a violent burst of pain exploding from his chest accompanied by rough, dry coughing and Nya swearing loudly as she struggled to hold him upright.

He had coughed up blood all down the front of his already stained gi, Nya had told him later. 

The current feeling of tightness in his chest as his lungs struggled to expand fully was all too reminiscent of the feeling he had felt right before his broken rib had punctured his lung.

But Jay didn’t remember much else given that he had fallen unconscious from the sheer amount of blood loss he had endured on Misfortune’s Keep after his lung had punctured and he was pumped full of various medications to keep his wounds from getting infected in the brief period of time that he was in the small clinic next door to the police station before they went into hiding.

He had blocked out a lot of the events surrounding the pirates in the sky, resulting in large gaps in his memories that he couldn’t quite put the pieces into, but he didn’t want to put that puzzle together.

He didn’t want to remember what his brain had blocked out given just how horrendous the things that he could remember were from so many forced rounds of Scrap ‘n’ Tap to the Vengestone chain that never left his ankle, resulting in a permanent indent in the tender skin and he especially didn’t want to remember no longer being able to see nothing but shapes and colors on his left side.

And within all of that was Nya…he had been able to save her from Nadakhan, he had been able to save her from Unagami, but in the end, he hadn’t been able to save her from herself.

Before he could even think, the salty tears were running down his cheeks and dripping onto the thin blanket that covered his legs as he brain started to draw the similarities to the times he had failed.

“You have to make your last wish. You’re the only one who can stop him.”

“No. Not if that means losing you.”

…

“Look out!”

“Nya…no…I…I can’t do this alone. Don’t leave me. I love you.”

…

“I have to go now. I will remember you.”

“Remember? What are you talking about?” Her brother questioned but his ears were ringing and his chest hurt, his chest hurt so bad, “you’re not going anywhere.”

“Nya, stop! Wait, listen,” he rushed forward, his head pounding and his legs aching, “something is wrong with you, you have to concentrate, you have to focus, you have to turn back-” he gasped as the water phased through him, nearly making him choke and when he tried to grab her hand with a “no”, he went right through it, water soaking his glove, “don’t leave me.”

She turned back to him, holding his hand with a solid yet gentle grip before putting her other hand on his cheek for a brief moment before turning away again, towards the edge of the skyscraper. 

He could hear Master Wu try to bargain with her, plead with her to stay with them, but all he could focus on was the pressure in his head and the water in his hand making him feel sick to his stomach. But her words would rattle in his mind over and over and over again.

“I am Nya. I am the sea. We are one.”

“Nya, I…” he forced himself to say it, he needed to say it, he needed her to know even though he had said it so many times before, “I love you.”

He forced himself out of reliving it. It hadn’t even been twelve hours and the last thing he wanted to do was vomit from the sheer pain of remembering everything that had transpired on the skyscraper but at the same time, he wanted to force himself to remember. 

There was a lot that he couldn’t recall about Nadakhan before he made his wish but he had made the choice to keep it out, even if it was what caused the nightmares that always plagued him.

Jay couldn’t stand to forget about Nya, not after everything they had been through. 

As if the sorrows in his heart weren’t enough, the physical pain was only growing worse despite the steady stream of oxygen that he was trying to pull into his lungs that didn’t want to expand fully and the fact that his fever was still making him shake harshly against the pillow he was laying on.

Jay remembered being told that there was a button somewhere near him that would send an alert to the nurse’s station if he needed anything in between the rounds that the doctors made periodically, but he couldn’t bring himself to click it.

The last thing he wanted to hear was that all of it, everything that he was feeling, was somehow normal, that the pain in his chest, the blocks in his memory, the shivering in his bones and worst of all, knowing that Nya wasn’t coming back resulting in sticky tear stains rushing down his hot cheeks was normal or even expected.

After all, what was normal about losing your Yang? The one you loved so much that you weren’t sure you could even continue to live without them?

So, he did the only thing that made sense to him; press his hot face onto the now warm pillow, shut his eyes, and hope that when sleep finally overtook him, it was blissfully dark even though he knew deep down that something would resurface in his dream like always.

…

Cole hated hospitals.

It didn’t matter if he was the patient, if he was visiting someone or even helping out with the Grant-A-Wish Foundation, hospitals still made his skin prick up in goosebumps and his stomach turn with nausea.

But, he had a reason for being here; now that the ninja had done what they could to clean up the mess that Wojira had made of their city, Kai had gone off to The Monastery to more than likely isolate himself and after Lloyd had brought up where Kai had ended up after what had happened to Zane, the two of them had left to keep an eye on him.

Meanwhile, Wu and Misako had offered to help Ray and Maya gather up Nya’s belongings from The Bounty and The Monastery but Cole knew that the two of them would probably bury themselves in research on how to turn Nya back as soon as possible.

And even though he had called Jay’s parents and given them an explanation, they had told him that they wouldn’t be able to get to the hospital till the next morning after what the flood had done to the jalopy; Cole knew that he was the only one available to comfort his best friend who had just lost the love of his life, so he did what he was good at.

Pushing down anything that brought up the scary parts of his childhood and being the rock of the team; he could always process what had happened to Nya and the memories of his mother when he returned to the Monastery. His team needed him to be strong. Jay needed him to be strong.

Cole felt a sense of relief when he arrived at Jay's room to see that he was asleep, his chest moving in sync with the mask secured over his face and his face free of any lines of agony to the point where he looked at peace.

He sat down in the chair on Jay’s left side and gently grasped his IV free hand; he knew that his vision in his left eye wasn’t that good after the events that he didn’t remember and that he preferred to keep it closed whenever possible to avoid the strain, but he also wanted to make sure that when he woke up, he knew that he was safe.

After everything Jay had been through, he deserved safety. 

He still remembered the day that Nya had told him everything that had happened to her and Jay, how Jay had nightmares nearly every single night because of it, how both of them had scars from events that had been erased like the yellowish one on Nya’s chest and how she had died in Jay’s arms.

Jay had tried to fill in gaps where Nya hadn’t been able to. The insane labor demands of the crew of Misfortune’s Keep relished in him being under their command so Nadakhan could break him in order to get him to wish it all away, not to mention the Scrap ‘n’ Tap ring. 

He had only been told the details that Jay remembered once and that was enough for him to know that Nadakhan was lucky that Jay had wished no one ever found the Teapot of Tyran, or otherwise he very well would have killed the Dijin with his bare hands to ensure that he could never hurt Nya or Jay again.

But Jay had gaps where Nya didn’t. She said that Jay was on the ship for two weeks, but Jay could really only remember scattered snippets that amounted to two days.

It was called selective dissociative amnesia, where his best friend’s mind had to block out the most traumatic parts of what had happened to him in order to keep him safe, and it made Cole’s blood boil whenever he thought about it.

He had been with Jay when he had taken the questionnaire while on the hunt for Master Wu and fearful that his lack of memories were a result of Wu getting stuck in a time stream, he had been there when he was being tested and screened, and he had been the one to call Nya when he outright denied any sort of treatment plan except for a refill on his anxiety medication that he had been taking on and off since the timeline reversal.

He still vividly remembered walking out of that hospital right behind Jay, the pamphlet of therapists in the Ninjago City area in his hand as he followed him to the car.

“You could have at least taken the pamphlet.”

“I don’t want to remember not being able to see, Cole!” Jay took a second to take a shuddery breath before turning back to his phone, “besides, I just wanted to know why I was missing memories, not how to get them back. Anyway, Kai sent me a news article, about an old man with amnesia going to a monastery in the mountains.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone we were back in the city?”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I called Nya. I told her where we were,” he put his hand on Jay’s shoulder as he scowled, “why didn’t you tell her you had gaps?”

“For the same reason I’m regretting telling you.”

Cole almost dozed off while still keeping a hold on Jay’s hand, he wasn’t sure when he had last slept and the rest of the team had more than likely already gone to bed or had lied and said they had gone to bed but were actually processing things in their rooms.

‘God, I hope someone has eyes on Kai’ Cole couldn’t help but think as he ran his thumb over Jay’s lightning-scarred knuckles. 

He and Nya had tag-teamed taking care of her older brother after Zane as well as seeing if there was actually any chemistry there or if they were just exploring their options, but she would track his phone, he would bring him home and take care of him for the night and when he would leave in the morning for his job as a woodcutter, she would deal with the hangover.

And now, four years later, she was gone which left him to pick up the pieces of what had been broken.

The hitch in Jay’s breathing pulled him out of his grieving thoughts and brought his mind back to the current situation; any of the others having a hitch in their breath while they slept was normal, but not for Jay. 

When Cole and Jay had worked together to try and find Master Wu, he quickly learned that a sudden change in Jay’s breathing meant the start of a nightmare, regardless of any injuries he had obtained.

So he let go of Jay’s left hand, immediately moving it up to his left shoulder and gently shook him; he didn’t want to make a fuss, he didn’t want any of the medical equipment to move or dislodge but he also knew that Jay would be embarrassed if the entirety of Ninjago City General woke up to his screams.

Sure enough, only a few gentle shakes and both of Jay’s eyes sprung open accompanied by harsh gasping as he sat up while blinking rapidly. ‘Shit.’

“Jay, hey, you have to breathe,” Cole stood up to get a gentle grip on both of Jay’s upper arms to hold him still so he didn’t hurt himself, “do you know where you are?” Jay tried to break out of his hold with a hiss of pain, he held on tighter, “don’t do that, stay still. Do you know where you are?”

Jay’s light brown and light blue eyes blinked at him for a few moments but the gasping started to slow down as his brain processed, “h-hospital.”

“Good, that’s good,” Cole assured him, loosening his grip slightly, “do you remember what happened?” He didn’t want his best friend to cry but based on how watery his eyes were, he knew that was inevitable regardless of whether or not he brought him back down to reality.

“Nya…” he trailed off as he started to lay down, rubbing at his left eye, “w-where is he?”

“Kalamarr?” Cole supplied, trying to understand just what Jay had been dreaming about in his medication infused haze.

“Nadakhan.”

‘Goddamnit.’

“Jay-”

“Where’s Nadakhan?” His breathing was growing more labored and he was starting to sit up again, pulling the oxygen mask up over his head, “Where is he?”

“Jay, he’s gone,” Cole insisted, squeezing a little harder than necessary on Jay’s upper arms and hoping that the pressure would bring Jay back to the present, “you’re safe. You’re safe with me. You reversed the timeline, he can’t hurt you ever again.”

“Oh yeah…” Jay’s eyes flickered with realization before letting out a series of hard, rapid coughs.

Cole pulled the oxygen mask back over Jay’s nose and mouth before firmly patting his back to help work out whatever was stuck in his lungs, wincing when he heard Jay mumble an “ow” in between coughs.

“I know it hurts,” Cole muttered when the coughs started to dissipate and he started to alternate between the firm patting and gently rubbing his upper back, “but you gotta cough that junk up or you’ll get worse.”

Jay lifted the mask up onto his forehead again but before Cole could protest or pull it back over his friend’s face, he watched as his best friend grabbed the pink basin off of the metal table and coughed into it with a retch.

“Don’t…look in that,” Jay spoke as he caught his breath while setting the pink basin down.

“Duly noted,” Cole nodded before gently pulling the mask back over the lower half of Jay’s face before gently pushing him back onto the pillows, feeling the heat radiate off of his skin, “but that needs to stay on as much as possible so we can get you home sooner. Why didn’t you tell me you were having nightmares again?”

The “you told me you were going to get help last time” that Jay had promised after the events in Prime Empire weren’t said and if he was being completely honest, he didn’t feel like now was a good time to bring that up; if there was one thing Cole had learned, it was that he couldn’t force Jay, or anyone, to get the help they needed.

“Nya was helping me.” Jay’s voice sounded shaky but whether it was from the coughing or his grief was to be determined, “are you mad at me?”

“What, no,” Cole stopped himself from sitting down to make sure that Jay’s brown right eye and light blue left were looking right at him, “Jay, I’m not mad at you. You’re my best friend and I want you safe from all of this bullshit. I wis-” Cole stopped, remembering to choose his words more carefully, “I’m mad that I couldn’t protect you from Nadakhan, that I couldn’t stop him from hurting you and Nya and I’m mad that I couldn’t stop Kalamarr from breaking apart my family.”

Cole made sure to grasp Jay’s hands as he assured him, even though the master of lightning was now looking at his blanket-covered knees, “I am not mad at you, Jay Walker. Okay? I can’t be mad at you, not again.”

He didn’t know what he expected him to say, but the room stayed quiet for a few beats longer then what made Cole comfortable until Jay finally looked up at Cole, the tears fully falling down his cheeks and onto the blankets as he muttered, “I’m so fucking tired, Cole.”

Cole gently pressed one of his cool palms to Jay’s feverish cheeks, trying to offer some sort of comfort to his best friend while wiping away the tear tracks with his thumb.

“I know you are, and I wish you weren’t.”

“Can you…” Jay stopped to swallow and wipe the tears from the other cheek on his bare arm, “can you stay?”

Cole couldn’t help but smile as he nodded before saying, “you can’t get rid of me, Bluebell.”

[yoinkschief]

give us a nephyrus post PLEASE. anything. the people crave nephy fun facts

He said something really cool this session (I'm bragging) where this big Goliath he and Marmite (his party bestie) were fighting was pleading that he was innocent and not actually a murderer despite bashing a woman's head in the day before so Nephyrus, as he plunged his dagger into his chest, in his little country boy accent said "You can tell that to your Gods" and I thought I was pretty cool for that

Nephyrus also collects trinkets from everywhere he visits - I know I've said this before but to the people on Tumblr yeah :)

Nephyrus also also really likes Marmite, he just struggles with conversing with him because he's so used to upbeat people who bounce his energy back that now that he's met someone who so blunt and down to earth about how they are it throws him for a loop but he really enjoys his company

And he gets really flustered about his body count because he truly does not like to kiss and tell, it's still a very personal and intimate act to him - he enjoys it and probably has boned at least one person in every other place he's been, but it's not like he was seeking it out, he just genuinely enjoyed his time with someone she they had a mutual fling

He rarely talks about his parents but anytime he talks about his mother he speaks as if she's passed but always fondly of her - he's grieved over the fact that because she's been gone for long she's probably dead or had something horrible happen to her, but he still loves her dearly and has only fond memories of her and recounts them joyously