#No trauma

[lesboylycan]

"this is a blog for people with stigmatized disorders"

oh cool i sure hope it's genuinely safe for us, since we have ASPD and NPD--

"endogenic systems DNI"

welp. there it is

[hilarioushilarity]

excuse me is it necessary for Maddie to be kidnapped AGAIN she is PREGNANT and not to mention even if she weren't this would still be unnecessary and traumatic AF

[joemothersfavoritechild]

“don’t leave” mike schmidt x reader

-mike schmidt x childhood best friend reader

-a couple words probably

an: um.. hey guys. first off, i’m sorry that i completely abandoned my mike fic. i’m still very much obsessed with him, but the obligation of doing it and hoping that people would like it freaked me out. sorry :)))

on another note, here’s a little something that i wanted to share. i got my inspiration from a tiktok comment lmao. also this is a one shot, i have no motivation for another one (maybe MAYBE an epilogue).

also where tf did you guys go? ik i stopped posting but that doesn’t mean that you’re allowed to :(

summary: you’re about to leave for college when your childhood friend texts you.

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i’m here

The text was a little jarring. The blinding light of your phone reminds you of the fluorescent lights of the high school you just graduated from. It’s been two months since you wore the cap and gown and it was time to start becoming an adult. You looked back towards the box, marked with your name, as you tossed a pair of socks into it.

You were packing to leave. You had lucked out, with a scholarship to a college that was widely out of your price range and states away. You worked your ass off and it meant something, it was a dream. You’d have free housing on campus and finally get to see what it was like to be on your own. As you looked back at your phone, you wondered if maybe it was a nightmare.

Mike had texted you, your best friend of years. You’d met when you were seven when you’d moved into his neighborhood. You were young and scared but Mike pulled you down the street and you never looked back. You’ve gone through literally everything together, puberty, fights, and that one time in middle school when you dated (but don’t talk about).

You were sixteen when you realized that you were in love with him. The two of you were at his house, watching tv on the couch while his parents were gone, which was most of the time. You can’t remember what you were watching, it was probably some shitty action movie that he had been bugging you about. You were laid down across the couch, legs in his lap, not paying attention to the screen. You felt his hands on you, rubbing into the skin of your calves. Taking in a sharp breath from your nose, you realize that this isn’t something that “normal” friends feel. The realization laid heavy in your chest for years, far too scared to lose him if you said something.

Now you were going to lose him anyway. You’d be gone for four years, a lot could happen in that time. People say that they’ll still talk, text every day, but you know it’s a crock of shit. People change and fall out of touch in a few months, who knows what could happen in years. Maybe he’d realize he was better off without his friend who was constantly staring at him. Maybe he’d get an actual girlfriend, or maybe you’d be able to move on.

You narrowed your eyes at the words on your screen, what was he doing here? It was like 3 am and you were leaving in the morning. You’d already said your goodbyes. Mike was staying in town, saying that he’d rather start working than go to college. He’d never admit it, but you knew it was because he couldn’t afford it.

You left your phone as you stood up from the ground and creeped out of your room. Your parents were sleeping, like you should’ve been, but you were a procrastinator at heart and put off your packing till the last minute. You slowly closed your door behind you, tiptoeing to the front door.

Holding your breath, you inched the front door open. Mike was standing there, staring at the ground, his bike thrown carelessly behind him. He looked up as he heard the door. Your eyes widened as you took in his appearance, was he crying? It was dark, all the lights were off, but you could see a familiar glisten in his eyes. You slipped out onto the front porch, shutting the door with a quiet click.

“Mike?” You asked, not sure what was happening.

He gave you a small smile, “Hey.”

You gave him an uncertain smile of your own, crossing your arms around yourself to try to warm up. The air was bitter and whipped at your skin.

“What’s going on?” You asked quietly.

He looked away from you, letting out a deep sigh. You watched his every move, noticing the fast pace of his breath.

“I- I just. I’m going to miss you.” He whispered, his voice wobbling.

You couldn’t respond as he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, knocking the air from your lungs. You quickly reciprocated the embrace, wrapping your arms around his middle. He nuzzled his face into your neck, wetting the t-shirt you wore. Now you knew he was crying. He was practically shaking in your arms, and you couldn’t help but feel tears of your own fill your eyes.

Mike was all you’ve known for a decade, your dearest friend. You’d be moving in with strangers and having to start from scratch. In all the excitement, you didn’t realize that you would be leaving him alone. You sniffled as you cried harder.

“I’m not leaving forever, you can visit. And you’ll always be my best friend.”

He scoffed into your shoulder, momentarily stunning you. Had you said something? Was he not wanting to visit? Your mind raced as he was silent.

“Jesus, I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” He said, almost knocking the wind out of you.

What the hell was he talking about? Your world shattered as he held you closer, crying a little more into your shirt. You weren’t sure what to say. He was saying everything you’d wanted to hear at the worst moment. You’d be states away from him for years.

You pulled him closer with a hand on the back of his neck, feeling hot tears run down your cheeks. You laughed a little at the irony, a back-door confession at its finest. You responded quickly, the words leaving your mouth before your brain could catch up.

“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing because I have to leave in a few hours and I’ve loved you ever since I’ve known you.”

He shook in your hands as he cried harder.

“Great timing, huh?” He joked softly.

You let out a silent laugh that turned into a sigh. Looking at the dreary view of your neighborhood after dark, you imagined a world where you weren’t the scared sixteen-year-old girl who couldn’t make eye contact with him for a week after realizing she liked him. Would you have been able to have a few good years? You imagined him asking you to prom, kissing him goodbye in the school parking lot, cuddling on couches when it would mean something.

“This sucks.” You muttered.

“Absolutely.” He responded, pulling himself off of your neck so he could see you. He gave you a sad smile, holding your face in his hand, as he swiped your tears away with his thumb.

You looked at each other for a moment, not sure what to say. Then his mouth was on yours, your eyes closing out of instinct. It was complete desperation; wet and salty from the crying that the two of you had been doing. You pulled him closer, feeling something warm pool in your stomach. He held you closer in his hands.

You might not have had any idea of what you were supposed to do after this, or what it meant for the two of you, but all that mattered was this moment. His scent, his taste, and the way he felt on your lips. Thoughts of road trips and unpacking were forgotten, the only thing that surrounded you was Mike.

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** i still don’t give you permission to use my work as your own. this belongs to @joemothersfavoritechild **

[luciluck2046]

Fun fact: I have ONE oc with no trauma.

That's right, no trauma, no ptsd, no scars, healthy and loving parents, all limbs are attached, etc. Also since he's trans, no transphobia. HE IS THE LUCKY ONE. THE ONLY ONE. (y'all know how much trauma I gave to Frisk 💀💀)

[parmsnik]

No trauma Naspi and Fawful!

Naspi-

Never got his earth hand

Never moved into Teehee Valley

Never met Fawful

Continued with his parents in their hippie band.

Fawful-

Never got adopted by Cackletta

Grew up in the royal family [Queen Bean, Peasley, Lady Lima, ect]

Less evil then in Canon but he has his moments

Never met Naspi

Became part time royal scientist.

Continued as prince

Speaks normally

Both-

Felt like something was missing. Never knowing it was each other all along.

[mistyycowoa]

Guys, I wanna actually start collecting my ocs rather than treating them like disposable paper tissues, and I made this one today

I drew her during my exam because I got bored. Pls give any ideas u have :3

[darlin-collins]

Now I'm mad that ollie and baby aren't married yet >:[

[rinazurine]

Image that is my tumblr wallpaper

(This was created months ago but I still find it pretty)

These are 2 of my ocs (Alex: black hair; Lukka: “strawberry blonde hair)

They have a backstory I’m in the mists of writing and rewrite but it’s angsty as hell

I figured that since I won’t be posting bosbas content forever, I might as well start showing more mediums to my account. Hope you all like it (I’m also currently working on an animated short film)

[oakthefrog]

My OC Oak w/ no trauma

[ask-cthulhu-mythos-au]

cthulhu mythos AU but it's lacking the ✨trauma✨

[whenicarusflies]

alright but consider this: an Amy pond hogwarts au, and when they to the boggarts (I'm pretty sure that what they're called) it turn into a weeping angel. and then it becomes a weeping angel. chaos ensues. stuff happens.

[gentleaffirmations]

Even if you were a difficult child, you didn't deserve to be hurt.

[joemothersfavoritechild]

hihii is there gonna be a pt 4 to across the street?? 🥰

yes there will be!! it’s in the works, my job and all the holidays have thrown me off lol. i’ll give you a little snippet for your wait.

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As you’re looking up recipes on the recliner, you hear the door rattle open. You whip the chair around to find Mike closing the front door behind him. You’re watching him as he begins to shed his shoes at the entryway.

“Hey.” You greet.

“Hi.” He says, smiling at you. He drops his bag on the floor with a thud, sighing.

“Good day at work, or no?”

“Fine, but I’m tired.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. He glanced behind you for a second, considering something.

Suddenly, he started stripping out of his uniform. You raised your eyebrows as you watched him shed his overshirt, and couldn’t look away when he started to pull off his tie.

He pulled it over his head, putting both it and his shirt under his arm. He readjusted his hair, messy from the movement. God, you finally understood the victorians who lusted after exposed ankles.

The small strip of his chest you could see was teasing you. You kept looking from it to his face, and Mike was none the wiser. You blinked excessively to try and focus. Thankfully, Mike began to walk past you.

“I’m gonna take a shower real quick.” He muttered.

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** i do not give anyone permission to use my work as your own

this belongs to @joemothersfavoritechild **

[sleeplessv0id]

what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.