#Talking Cure

[digitalfossils]

[xtrablak674]

December 15, 2016 - [video blog]

Along with doing an audio blog on my SoundCloud and two digital blogs on blogspot and Live Journal, I also did a video blog that I would record on my point and shoot and post privately to my YouTube. When I discuss journaling with the kids or friends I let them know there isn't one way to do it. You can speak your thoughts aloud or write them down. The thing that is very different about this video journal is I can clearly see I am having a depressive moment. Just the looking off in the distance and totally disconnecting I wish were acting, but was just how I was feeling, having trouble staying rooted in the present.

It was good to hear that I was in therapy at the time, more than likely Ms. Kennedy who was my last therapist of record. I have been doing so much better since this time, but am happy to see this moment from eight year ago. BTW I look amazing, so its great that even though I felt like crap I looked great! At the time I would record the videos post them and walk away, this is my first time actually looking back and viewing the content of the video. I actually changed it from private to unlisted just to share it here. I think I did about forty or so of these videos and I do think they were an excellent way to collect my thoughts and gage my emotional state. I think mental health is very important and whatever you have to do to healthily navigate these rough moments you should do.

[Photo by Brown Estate]

[psicologia-virtual]

Anna O. y la cura por la palabra

Anna O. fue el seudónimo que usó Josef Breuer para referirse a una de sus pacientes más famosas, Bertha Pappenheim, una joven judía austríaca que sufrió una serie de síntomas histéricos tras la muerte de su padre. Breuer la trató con un método novedoso que consistía en escucharla hablar libremente de sus recuerdos, emociones y fantasías, mientras ella se encontraba en un estado de hipnosis o…

[for-my-reasons]

this felt right

[ferahntics]

Wdym this isn't how Chapter 4 ended

Original meme:

[dovewingkinnie]

it’s alwyas Girl and Tentacle what about Guy and Tentacle right guys

right guys

[coniferouspines]

Stanley Pines is dying.

A good samaritan on the street found his unconscious body and decided to call an ambulance for him. Stan doesn’t remember everything that happened. He just knows that a few days and a multitude of tests later, he was unceremoniously diagnosed with a terminal illness in a random hospital in the middle of Oklahoma. Emphasis on terminal. The doctors tell him that without treatment, he has maybe two weeks to live.

Stan can’t afford treatment, nor the hospital bill he’s sure to be slapped with from his current stay. He sneaks out during the night shift and disappears. It’s one more debt added to the list but it’s not like it’s going to matter once he’s dead anyway. He finds the last place he left his car and spends the rest of the night awake in the backseat, wondering what he should do.

In the end, the conclusion is obvious: he wants to see his family. To say his final goodbyes to them in person. However, this brings a new dilemma. Stan’s family are all in different places. His parents in New Jersey, Shermie in California, and Stanford in Oregon. Stan, currently in Oklahoma, is stuck in the middle and with a decision to make.

He can’t visit them all. As much as he’d like to, Stan has neither the money, the gas, or the time to do so. He’d probably die before he could see all of them. He only has enough energy and resources to make it to one of them; he’ll have to be content with phone calls to the others to say his goodbyes.

When the morning comes, Stan gets into the driver’s seat and starts the engine of the car. He sits there for a moment, just breathing deeply. He has to pick a family member to see in person before he dies, and he doesn’t have a lot time, so he has to choose quickly.

It was never really a question.

He chooses Ford.

AKA a terminally ill Stanley makes his way up to Gravity Falls, Oregon to reunite with his brother. He wants to say his goodbyes and apologies in person before he dies. He’s not happy about dying, but he doesn’t think he has much to live for anyway, so he accepts it. He just wants to make things right between himself and Ford before it happens so he can go without regrets.

Stanford is not expecting his estranged twin to randomly show up looking like he’s literally on death’s door. Nor is he approving of Stanley’s plan to seemingly just lay down and die. Good thing Stan came to him. Now he’s given Ford a chance to do something about it.

All current research and projects get shoved aside as Ford focuses everything he has on a new, single task: take care of Stanley and save his life.

[deikshen]

My feverish brain skidded into a Hualian in the SVSSS universe while Binghe is a disciple

Just hear me out: Shen Qingqiu and his little white lotus Binghe go out on a night hunt... And they meet this exceptional and strong man! He doesn't even need a sword and gets rid of the monster in a couple of blows. But, he doesn't kill it! Inherently kind, he speaks to the fact that the beast is surely a mother protecting her cubs' territory that has been invaded by curious onlookers.

Shen Qingqiu sees the strong man who doesn't need a sword, sees the sixteen-year-old Binghe who will soon fall into the Abyss, turns around and says, "Daozhang, don't you want a job at my peak?"

And the kind daozhang is called Xie Lian, he accepts the job a little surprised by the insistence, and is soon being relocated to Qing Jing Peak. Shen Qingqiu makes sure the man has comfortable rooms, clean, new clothes, and a designated monthly budget to prepare for his classes.

He's a mix between a martial arts and a hand-to-hand combat master! Shen Qingqiu had never seen techniques like his before! Besides, Xie Lian doesn't even use his qi to fight! Luo Binghe will definitely learn a lot from him.

Soon, Xie Lian wins the affection of all the young ducklings. He doesn't just tutor Luo Binghe—even though Shen Qingqiu hired him to do that—he actually tutors all of his disciples as well. Disciples say "Xie-laoshi!" with the same admiration and adoration as they say "Shizun!"

... Except for Luo Binghe.

Well, Shen Qingqiu guesses that it must be difficult for his young disciple to adapt to the changes. And the fact that his new laoshi is always correcting him and teaching him more carefully at his request!! Shen Qingqiu spends entire afternoons with his new friend Xie Lian, listening to the disciples' progress. Xie Lian likes to talk—and is interesting to listen to! Shen Qingqiu can hear from the many adventures of the immortal rogue cultivator with the same fascination as when he talks about monsters. He is a good, interesting and friendly friend!!

Luo Binghe doesn't seem to like him.

Shen Qingqiu can't do much— I mean, Xie Lian is his friend, even if he's a very harsh master to you Binghe! Behave yourself! But Luo Binghe doesn't improve his attitude, dragging his feet, putting down the trays just a little too loudly, fighting with his laoshi as if he has something personal against him. Mmm...

Well, Shen Qingqiu can see that Xie Lian is handsome. Pretty. Gorgeous. Perhaps Luo Binghe is jealous of the competition? Ha! As if anyone could be as handsome as the Protagonist! Besides, after an afternoon of drinking a little wine, Xie Lian simply says about his ascetic cultivation and... Well, Binghe, you won't have to worry about this beautiful man stealing flowers from your garden!

Shen Qingqiu is quite happy about having found an exceptional teacher for his favorite disciple. Binghe has improved by leaps and bounds! He will definitely talk about raising Xie-laoshi's salary.

... And on the other hand, Ming Fan is out on a night hunt with his Ning-shimei. However, damn! The beast has caused a nasty red rain to fall that looks like blood, and ewww. They take refuge as best they can in a small temple, paying respects for invading the territory in this way. It's only when they've lit incense and left some of the provisions at the foot of the stone statue that Ming Fan sees its face, barely illuminated by a silver butterfly perched on the stone cheek, and...

"Shimei... That's... Isn't that Xie-laoshi's face?"

Ning Yingying narrows her eyes. Then, she gasps, astonished.

"Da-shixiong is right!! His face looks just like Xie-laoshi's!! Could Xie-laoshi have been the model?"

Ming Fan wrinkles his nose.

"Didn't Shizun meet him on a night hunt? He let a beast live. I don't think Xie-laoshi be a model. Besides, as a model noble, he'd make such a great fighter?"

The rain of blood behind them stops abruptly. There are no sounds of a struggle with the beast either.

Ming Fan and Ning Yingying let the night hunt continue. They find the beast dead and soaked in blood. Well, less hunting and more paperwork. Ugh.

A silver butterfly follows them back to Cang Qiong without either of them noticing.

Shen Qingqiu (the original goods) is not used to taking outside disciples. It was the normal route: taking a child and raising him as a cultivator from infancy. And while it made sense—it was difficult for a teenager to develop the beginnings of a proper spiritual core optimal for cultivation and subsequent ascension—the new Shen Qingqiu said to himself: well, damn, I hired a teacher, I can get a new disciple!!

Because the young disciple who comes to him is... Exceptional. A teenager—perhaps Binghe's age? Sixteen, close to his seventeen?—with shrewd eyes and a sharp tongue, he demonstrates the knowledge to be welcomed into Qing Jing and the martial and spiritual skill to be welcomed into the sect. He introduces himself kindly and sweetly as Xiao Hua and when Shen Qingqiu allows him to serve him tea and accepts him as a temporary disciple until he demonstrates the totality of his knowledge by passing his exams, Xiao Hua smiles a kind of smile that would give Shen Qingqiu a bad feeling. But oh well!!! He's just another NPC, isn't he?! Why had the System been so quiet anyway?

Xiao Hua shows an impressive amount of knowledge; he is vague with his answers about where he learned it from. Yet he unfolds in music and painting as if it were as easy as breathing, handles weapons as if they were part of him. If it weren't for his disastrous handwriting (A damage to his eyes! Illegible! Chaotic! Full of energy cruel to the eyes!) Shen Qingqiu would have doubts whether the boy had run away from another sect instead of home.

His new teacher, Xie Lian, seems willing to take on the hard work of getting Xiao Hua to write. Shen Qingqiu watches them spend hours and hours practicing without Xiao Hua's calligraphy improve at all. Who would have thought Xie-laoshi would have so much patience anyway! Shen Qingqiu would have given up on that.

Also, with the arrival of Xiao Hua, Luo Binghe seems more... calm? Shen Qingqiu watches him spend a lot of time with the boy, sharing drawings and notes, even if he can't see what they are in the distance. They train together! They whisper between classes!! They sneak away to take books and gossip! Shen Qingqiu is bursting with pride. His sweet white lotus has made a best friend!!! He no longer seems wary of Xie-laoshi, even if his training classes are shorter due to the longer duration of Xiao Hua's calligraphy classes.

Still, there are days when a master just has to relax. Shen Qingqiu keeps inviting Xie Lian to his bamboo house, and they chat randomly— it's fun! Xie Lian's company is a pleasant breath of fresh air! And if Shen Qingqiu is actively ignoring the two disciples spying on them chatting in the distance, well, he assumes these two new best friends have found their own place to enjoy leisure time. And those silver butterflies that usually swarm around Xie Lian? Ah, Xie Lian considers them a pleasant blessing and allows them to linger in his hair while they talk about monsters and history.

Shen Qingqiu is glad to have a friend too! Perhaps, when he finally has to push Binghe into the Abyss... Perhaps he can count on his support, if he tells him the truth—or at least, as much of the truth as he can give.

[melodychocolat]

here have a dumb new wave meme

[calamitoustide]

the point isn't that the fireflies would've never been able to make a cure marlene could've sat joel down and talked him through the plan she could've told him step by step how the cure would work and how they would use ellie's brain to make it she could explain the science and prove that it would work and joel would still do what he did. joel. would. save. ellie. every. single. time.

[itslillyillustrates]

lilly's edit of music videos of music i like ft. let's dance

[suntails]

governance

[thedevilsoftruth]

Went to the theatres with @madijones tonight, and we took pictures by the Thunderbolts posters. As I was looking at them, I noticed that Bucky's kinda got a little bit of grey on him. I know it's just the heavy editing of the pictures, but I swear it's there. Let me be delusional for a moment, please. I'm so desperate for old men.

So imagine you're married, and he's getting a bit older, and he's got those little streaks of sliver running down his beard. AND Imagine what it's like when he's got his pretty little head between your thighs 💜

Salt and Pepper

Tags: Old man bucky love, yet another beard appreciation post for Bucky. Cunnilingus, squirting, vaginal fingering, and finger sucking 💜💜 not beta read

So many years of doing this to you, and he still fucks you like he's in his 20s again.... Or at least he tries. But he's got his head between your already trembling legs, licking you up with his beard lightly scratching your skin. He's got his strong hands holding your thighs apart as he works his mouth against you, getting you all puffy and sensitive for him. Just like he likes it.

And when he pulls his head back a little from your aching center just to spit on your pussy? Heaven in earth.

He slithers the two of his flesh middle fingers down your core to spread his saliva all around you before he goes back down. When his lips are back on you, your back is arching and your hips are bucking towards his face, begging him for more. He's groaning against your soft mound in pleasure, circling his tongue around your clit before he takes it in his mouth and sucks on it gently. And while he's moving his jaw up and down against your or whenever he lays his tongue flat on you and shakes his head, you can feel his salt and pepper beard grazing your skin.

And when you're getting close to orgasm, he's just groaning and moaning filthy things to you. " Come on, honey. Pour your sugar on me. Right on my beard, yeah? " As his pretty blue eyes are looking up at you. He redoubles his efforts. Maybe he pushes two of his flesh fingers Inside you, trying to bring out that orgasm even more. And it works because in the matter of seconds, your moans are getting more loud and broken.

" Baby, you taste so good. Wanna be drowned in you. " He praises, his eyes shutting as he curls his fingers right into the little spot he knows you so badly needed touched. He does that little thing again where lays his warm tongue flat on you and gently shakes his head. You squeak, and he sucks and slurps a straight but messy line up your pussy until he draws toward your clit. He flicked his tongue up and down it before sucking on it once again, and his fingers pump deep and fast in your cunt. And just like that, you're gone.

It. Gets. Everywhere.

From his facial hair sprinkled jaw, the the middle of his nose, to the little white towel placed underneath your hips. But Bucky has that kind of affect on you; making you cum hard whenever he's got his mouth on you. This last time has you gasping, your entire body shaking, your hips especially stuttering beneath him and your thighs quivering around his head. Your fingers in his dark, greying--but full hair become loose, and your body relaxes as he urges you to calm down with soothing massages to your thighs.

" fuck, " he moans lowly and slowly, his eyes rolling back as he lets your taste flood his senses. And you just cannot stop cumming; whimpering, covering your face in embarrassment as you squirt all over him. Just like he wanted.

" Christ's name, look at that. " He chuckles lightly, leaning back a little to look at the little fountain show between your legs. When the moment dies down, he withdraws his fingers from you, a little bit of your juices slipping out of you when he does so. He leans in to take you in his mouth one more time, his tongue eagerly lapping up at the mess between your thighs.

" so messy, baby. " He moans, smiling like a fool as he cleans you off. You're so over-sensitive that you thought you were gonna cum again just by his tongue simply being on you. His facial hair just gets even wetter as he moves against you.

As he rises up, you notice that his hair is now messy from your fingers being curled into it for so long, and his facial hair is absolutely dripping with your essence. You'd be lying if you said it didn't make you even wetter. He doesn't care that he's gonna get even wetter by you, because he's already considering having you crawl up his body and sit on his face.... If his neck will allow it and if you can take it.

" Fuck, you taste so good. " And you do, because he's holding up his right hand to you, urging you to lick his fingers off. " Lick it off for me, yeah? " You do, and you clean the little mess you made straight off his fingers. " Good girl. " He praises, his voice gruff and low. He swipes his tongue across his lips, already missing your flavour on his tongue. "Tastes good, doesn't it? " His eyes twinkle as he smiles at you, the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes becoming more defined with his smile. His mind is already racing with so many ideas of what he could do to you next and you don't even know it. You think you're done.

[ Sorry, not sorry for the terrible Def Leppard reference. I feel like Bucky would be in his 80s classic dad rock era during this time, and honestly, so am I. Requests are open btw. 💋💜]

[casterisks]

top 10 most concerning things to say to ur boyfriend

[scorchedmazes]

forever thinking about minho wearing newt’s jacket

[rocketbirdie]

i wonder often.