#Therapy Club

[therapy-club]

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[ciearcab]

saw the bookclub’s reached vol 10 so i’m joining in on the sorrows :,)

[azulhood]

Jazz is an Al Ghul.

She should have know something was up when the seventh ninja cosplayer tried to kill her. But with her life it honestly wasn't even a blip on her rader.

Sure, it was odd.

But not as odd as her parents being ghost hunters.

However ninja wannabes were one thing, guy in furry suit showing up on her doorstep saying "I am your father, Luke." Was another.

Jazz could practically smell the trauma wafting off her so called new family members (half of her believes it's fake, she's been tricked before.)

And is having her siblings not die too much to ask for?

[kateksmallcuteowl]

Evil team bonding

Based on this tweet:

[emys-123]

Another fic idea.

Icemav being able to hide their relationship too well as the Navy thinks they had a falling out after Ice became an admiral because he keeps pulling the strings to delay Mav’s promotions. It’s universally agreed that Iceman keeps getting Maverick out of trouble as an evil master plan to drive Mav mad. In reality, Ice is just whipped for his husband.

[stealingyourbones]

Submitted Prompts #160

I was listening to that song "Space is Cool" that a fan made with Markiplier videos (what can I say, the music is really good).

And it reminded me of Danny, who's also so very in love with space.

And now I'm getting a clear mental picture of Danny full-on GUSHING about Space, in a sort of Outside POV thing.

Like, a Danny who's going to Uni in somewhere like Gotham or Star City, and got into the Astronomy club. And their "recruitment video" is just the cute freshman who adores space and will take any chance he gets to gush about it.

There's a lot of shots zoomed in on his pupils doing the cat thing of going from slits to big pools of black (like a black hole at the center of a galaxy) and his freckles start glowing in constellation patterns.

They go on an outing to the nearest Observatory, make it a sleepover thing, and sleepy Danny stretches and howls like a star, flops onto the nearest classmate and Club Member, and starts purring whenever they pet him.

He may be a meta, but they'll be damned if anyone blabbers to Batman about it.

Cue one Conner Kent coming to Gotham to tour their University, to pick where he wants to go when it's his turn next year, and find himself sitting next to Danny when he goes off on a rant about some deep space scans that caught images of Krypton before the explosion.

When asked about his opinion on the Supers, Danny, who's gotten so used to casual affections being directed towards him in the form of head scratches and hugs (they make Danny purr and light up in all kinds of patterns, so the club members do it as often as they can), pats him on the head and quietly praises Superboy for all the important work he does, and how his cloned little sister has always seen him as a mark that being a clone means nothing in the grand scheme of things, and it's who you are that counts.

Conner goes back to his parents in happy tears and with an invitation to attend Gotham U if he so chooses.

[psychotickid28]

So true 😌☝️

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

Imagine if Merlin walked into Kilgharrahs cave after Arthur almost killed Uther and he was forced to condemn magic so his soulmate wouldn’t have blood on his hands forever more and he just screamed.

Like fully just let loose from the bottom of his very tired soul, screaming frustrations out

Then when the scaly bastard is all like “what troubles you, young warlock?”

Then Merlin lets everything out

Like “I don’t know, maybe the fact that I’m not even 20 and have the fate of the world on my shoulders! That you told me it’s my responsibility, and my responsibility alone, to fix the issues of a literal king with power to put me on a pyre in less than a day just because he feels like it! Maybe that you did all that, told me not to tell anyone, then told me you’d help only to turn out to be more of a cryptic bastard than Gaius! “Let me out, Merlin.” “Free me, Merlin” I don’t know how and I can’t find the time to figure out how to do that between two official jobs and destiny! Not to mention there’s every chance that if I do free you, I’ll loose the only help I have in all this! I’m too young for this shit! Maybe that’s what’s wrong!”

Then he gets to break down and actually deal with his emotions instead of bottling them up and becoming almost numb (or another more articulate way to describe whatever was going on with his mental state, I don’t feel like writing 1000 words or more of character analysis right now) like he was in season 5.

I want to see Merlin being more angry at his situation. I want to see him grieve the possibility of an easy life and have to go through the process of acceptance for his magic and destiny in more than 34 seconds of screen time. I want to see Merlin being angry at Arthur for not understanding magic and then angry at himself for condemning it.

Basically I just want Merlin to get therapy. Or whatever the medieval equivalent is.

[transxfiles]

i walk into the across the spider verse spider society lobby right as everyone starts trying to kill some teen. i walk past whatever weird chase scene shit is going on. i walk directly into the free gender clinic and talk to the spider physician about starting hrt.

[georgeharrisonsmiling]

Collage: George Harrison | © John Lennon 1975

[luuxxart]

it continues to be sunny in the Takeba family

[therapy-club]

Hello everyone!! 👋

This is an ask blog for my silly AU I made for my own enjoyment, and if it brings some joy to others, all the better! ☺️

Background:

An dimension traveler discovers 6 sad characters with tragic fates, whether they already experienced them or not is up to when they were found. They spontaneously decide to create a little safe haven for them to go to or live in if they so desire. (The haven is out of space and time so no one will age)

Contacting a old friend of theirs, they now have a therapist for the group. This band of traumatized characters we'll have to get use to this place and each other while they working thru their problems/or come up with a way to avoid their future fates.

Characters:

Sophie Walten

Female, 22 years old

Dating Jenny

Was pulled her the day after playing Bunny Farm

Favorite show is The Muppets, but keeps that secret

Mono

Male, 8 years old

Friends with Six

Never takes his paper bag off

Favorite thing he has is a giant bear plushie that's in his room

Six

Female, 7 years old

Friends with Mono

A vampire by technicality

Favorite food is bloody steak

Sal Fisher

Male (but doesn't mind being referred to as Female), 17 years old

Best friends with Larry

Now hates bologna

Favorite music is metal and rock

Fran Bow

Female, 11 years old (eternally)

Mr. Midnight is either always with her or in her room

Has a fear of dolls

Favorite food are sweets

Dogday

Male, ??? years old

Rolls on a scooter board to get around easier (preferred it over a wheelchair)

Smells like Vanilla (with a slightly meaty hint)

Likes being pet by others

Lol-bit

Gender? Yes

A dimension hopping Lolbit

The ✨Therapist✨

Eats electricity and water

If this blog interests you. Feel free to leave an ask if you want to know more! 😎👍

[shkika]

The cutest girls of all time!1!!

+EXTRA DOODLES + Bonus color variation plus line-up below ↓↓↓

[deceptive-daydreams]

TW: mentions of bad mental health

im imagining eddie being absolutley taken back when he finds out how people have previously treated you resulting in hesitation when being vulnerable with him.

and he's been through some shit, he's not exactly one to be voluntarily vulnerable either but with the tables turned it's like a moment of oh. like you're hiding from him, muddling your own emotions as a means to keep the peace.

he realizes that coming in strong, asking "what's wrong?" almost too oboxiously like he's previously done, only chases you further into your mind, it only insinuates that there are consquences if you were to answer so rather than being met with honesty, it's always "nothing" followed by forced smiles and sucked back tears that he's regrettably brushed off in those moments, trying to keep you comfortable. but while his intention to ease your chaotic mind by simply moving on had no ill intent, he soon recognizes the harm its caused and the pattern he's assisted in creating.

realizes he takes it far too personal when you shut down on those particularily bad days, thinks it's cause of him, only to contribute to the self destruction taking place in your mind when he continuously begs the questions "what's wrong?" "what do you want me to do?" "what can I do?" "come on, tell me what's wrong". he never understood that he was never the issue but he quickly made himself into one by nearly berating and prodding you with his questions. and then one day he sees it. sees the way your eyes go dull when he asks.

sees the front you put on, "everything's okay" while your lip wobbles. he doesn't take it personal this time, there's nothing distracting him from the obvious signs, the symptoms of broken hearted individual struggling to keep up despite the aches and pains that linger within. its a heartbreak he's so familiar with yet seems to be so blind to in others, thinking he's the only one to experience it, not selfishly but hopefully. so he straightens up and silently tells himself to quit all of his bitching because this is bigger than him, it's not because of him. you need him and he's been too insecure to think that maybe words aren't required, not by you anyway. there is no quick fix, no remedy to just stop the pain like popping an ibprofen or slapping on a bandaid, it just is. raw pain and vulnerability that should be allowed to be felt, not cured.

so this time, he recognizes the wall you put up, just like every other time though it was previously ignored. before he can even say anything, he knows you're anticipating his bombarding questions that have no answer. sees the way you tense up, the slight panic in the way your fingers tremble at the prospect of being figured out. except this time he speaks softly, a shake in his voice because he's terrifed to scare you off once again. says "i love you" then gently wraps you up in his arms, provides a barrier between you and the world you're at war with.

holds you on the kitchen floor, face pressed to his chest with a mixture of tears and snot.

runs his fingers down your spine delicately.

whispers "it's okay" when he knows it is in fact not, only hoping you're able to decipher that he means it's okay that you're not okay, it's okay that it's 1AM and while the world is asleep you're both tangled up on top of crumbs and possible neglected coffee stains

apologizes.

because for all those times you've coaxed him through an unwarranted episode, he's been neglecting you at your worst. not on purpose but it's neglect nontheless. and he knows all about it.

sings under his breath when the sobs have stopped wreaking havoc on your body. quiet hums of a familiar song, you are my sunshine.

tucks you into bed, makes you a late night snack cause he knows your appetite fails you in times like these, kisses your forehead and threads his fingers through your hair.

he's not perfect nor has he ever desired being held to such a high standard. but for you he wants to try.

[solowinx]

my favourite ship in winx club

couple of the century

[nashvillethotchicken]

I wonder what Louis’s doing now that he's living alone for the first time in 145 years