#am I gonna need therapy for this or am I just being dramatic

[leavememorieshere]

Stop, I literally watched Descendants 2 and 3, and I forgot how much I loved watching the movies 😭.

Jane and Carlos were so cute, them in Descendants 2 is my favorite ngl, Because both Jane and Carlos get a little more screen time:).

Watching Descendants also made me cry because I kept thinking of Cameron Boyce and how much I miss him

[letbuckfuck]

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[crabs-nonsense]

Holy shit! I just realized the reason I couldn't fucking see darker art on my phone screen is because I forgot I turned the brightness way down last night and never fixed it. I feel so stupid.

[thecherrygod]

hm

[inkskinned]

i love my therapist but i hate being in therapy. 10 minutes before my appointment, i'm in a meeting with my boss - we discuss my artistic choices; my boss recommends i artistically choose less. 10 minutes after therapy, i wash my hair and think about everything that was said, and then i have to switch it off, like a lamp, and go back to work again.

i was on a walk the other day and someone had the perfect combination of his cologne and whatever-else. it was almost exactly his scent. i fucking hate that. after all these years, i remember that? i tell my therapist - i feel like a fucking wolf. try telling a middle-aged blonde lady. oh i scented him on the air. i'm 30, and i'm having a panic attack over something that would be a plotline in the omegaverse.

what they don't tell you about mental illness is that if you are lucky enough to survive it into adulthood; it becomes a weird slice of your life. because you do, eventually, have to build a life. i realized in a panic somewhere around 22 - oh. i don't know what i'm fucking doing, because i always assumed i'd just go ahead and die. i didn't die, and i'm grateful for that, and i'm very happy about that choice. but it does mean that i am an adult in an apartment, living with my conditions side-by-side like. oh, that's my roommate, adhd. ignore the glass, bytheway, that's ocd.

so you pick your stupid life up by the scruff of the neck and you're, like glad for it (so much laughter and light and friends you would have never thought possible, when you were in the worst of it). but it feels so strange to be dancing around these odd little microcosms, these patchwork moments of your symptoms. if you have a panic attack at night, you still need to wake up and walk the dog in the morning. if your depression is making everything boring, well, you don't have any sick days left, and a job's not really supposed to be that exciting anyway. your ocd tears out each individual leg hair, and then, an hour later, you sigh, patch up the bloody bits, and go get dinner with friends. and the life is kitten-quiet, mewling and pathetic, but it's also like - it's yours, so you're fond of it.

and it's like - you're real. so you still enjoy pushing the shopping cart really fast and then riding on the back of it down an empty aisle. and you're not, like, so sick anymore that when you accidentally drop a mug you burst into tears (except for the days you do that. which are bad). and no, you're not allowed around certain items anymore. oops! but you've learned to be good about brushing your teeth most days of the week. and yeah sometimes in the middle of the day you have a little freak-out about how fucking unfair it all is, how fucking hard, how other people can just do this without having to fucking hurt the whole time. and then you sigh and force yourself to sit down and fucking journal about it so you can tell the nice middle-aged blonde woman yeah i had a hard day but i practiced grounding. you still sometimes want to burst out of your own skin, but you force yourself to eat kind-of healthy and to take your vitamins. you let yourself chop off all your hair in the sink in a dramatic poetry of control and relief - and you also have developed good hobbies that help you move your body more frequently. you feel helplessly behind, lost in the shuffle - but you also practice gratitude, taking stock of what you have garnered. because you're trying. even if you're never gonna be normal, you have something... close enough.

and the little kitten of your life, this mangy, starlit tigercub, this thing you expected to rot so young: in your arms, it turns itself over, belly-up. exposing this new soft part, all the organs and guts. like it's saying i trust you now. you won't give me up.

[shitsndgiggs]

kenan teaching the reader how to drive 😭🙏🏻 (im learning how to drive rn and i need to be able to laugh at someone else being a bad driver other than myself, even if its fictional (if i dont laugh i will cry, im just a girl, literally just about to turn 17 what am i even doing driving a car🙏🏻)

sorry for the rant HAHAHHA

CHAOTIC DRIVER - KENAN YILDIZ

Kenan teaching you how to drive

Kenan Yildiz x fem! reader

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“Alright, babe, this is easy. Just gently press on the gas, and we’ll start rolling,” Kenan says, trying to sound calm, though I can see the faint hint of nervousness in his eyes.

We’re parked in an empty lot, and I’m sitting behind the wheel, staring at the pedals like they’re complicated pieces of machinery. “Gas, got it,” I mutter, nodding to myself.

I tap the pedal, but instead of a gentle start, the car jerks forward as if it’s been shot out of a cannon. Kenan’s body lurches in his seat, his hands gripping the dashboard as if his life depends on it.

“Whoa! Not so hard!” he yells, his voice an octave higher than usual.

“Sorry! Sorry!” I shout back, my heart racing as I slam on the brake. The car screeches to a stop, throwing us both forward again.

Kenan’s breathing heavily, trying to collect himself. “Okay, okay… let’s take a deep breath,” he says, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, clearly trying to calm his nerves.

“Right, deep breath,” I echo, following his lead. “I can do this.”

He glances over at me, offering a shaky smile. “Of course you can, just… you know, easy on the gas.”

I nod, biting my lip as I carefully press the pedal again. The car moves forward, this time much slower, but it’s wobbling like a drunk person trying to walk a straight line. Kenan’s hand hovers near the steering wheel, ready to grab it at any second.

“Okay, now let’s try turning,” he instructs, pointing to the right. “Just a small turn of the wheel.”

I turn the wheel, but instead of a smooth curve, the car veers sharply, nearly hopping the curb. Kenan yelps, grabbing the wheel to straighten us out.

“Oh my God, we’re gonna die!” I scream, slamming on the brakes again. We come to another jerky halt, and Kenan’s breathing like he just ran a marathon.

“No one’s dying, babe, no one’s dying,” he says, though it sounds like he’s trying to convince himself more than me. “But maybe… maybe let’s just stick to going straight for now?”

“Good idea,” I agree, my heart pounding in my chest. “Straight is good. I like straight.”

Kenan gives me a cautious nod, and I ease the car forward again. We’re finally moving smoothly, and I start to relax, just a little.

“That’s better, see? You’re doing great!” Kenan says, a hint of pride in his voice.

But then I spot a pigeon on the road up ahead. Panicking, I swerve dramatically to avoid it, sending us careening toward a row of trash bins.

“Watch out!” Kenan shouts, his hands flying to the wheel as he tries to steer us away from disaster.

We narrowly miss the bins, and the car sways back into the middle of the lot. My hands are shaking, and Kenan looks like he’s on the verge of a heart attack.

“What the hell was that?!” he exclaims, his eyes wide.

“A pigeon! I didn’t want to hit it!” I explain, my voice trembling.

“It’s a pigeon, it can fly!” he says, rubbing his temples. “Oh my God, I’m gonna need therapy after this.”

I can’t help but laugh at his dramatic response, even though my own nerves are shot. “Well, I didn’t want to be responsible for pigeon murder, okay?”

Kenan just stares at me for a moment, and then he bursts out laughing too, the tension finally breaking. “You’re unbelievable,” he says, shaking his head, but there’s a fondness in his voice that makes me smile.

“I’m sorry, I’m really trying,” I say, still giggling. “I didn’t realize driving would be this hard.”

Kenan reaches over and gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay, babe. We’ll get there. Maybe… maybe not today, but someday.”

We’re both still laughing when I decide to give it one last shot. I press the gas a bit more confidently this time, and the car starts moving smoothly again. But then, out of nowhere, I see another car entering the lot.

“Kenan, there’s a car!” I scream, even though it’s like a mile away.

“Babe, it’s fine, just keep going straight—” he starts, but it’s too late. I’ve already panicked and slammed on the brakes again, bringing us to another abrupt halt.

The other car, which is nowhere near us, drives by without a care in the world. Meanwhile, Kenan’s slumped back in his seat, eyes closed, like he’s questioning all of his life choices.

“I think… maybe we should call it a day,” I suggest, wincing as I look at him.

He slowly opens his eyes, giving me a weary smile. “Yeah… yeah, that’s probably for the best. But hey, you didn’t crash, so that’s a win.”

“Barely,” I mutter, feeling embarrassed.

Kenan chuckles, leaning over to press a kiss to my forehead. “You did your best, and that’s what matters. We’ll keep practicing, and one day you’ll be driving like a pro.”

“Or you’ll be dead from a heart attack before then,” I joke, earning a laugh from him.

“Possibly,” he agrees, shaking his head. “But at least it’ll be an adventure.”

[receivingtranny]

just saw a post saying that men shouldn't be allowed to become therapists because they *will* rape women/girls or at best... mentally ill women and girls *will always* catch inappropriate romantic/sexual feelings for a male therapist (not even gonna touch the flaming pile of internalized misogynistic shit lying within the later statement) and just...

what the fuck you guys.

like yeah fuck the "not all men" attitude that's just a fucking scapegoat abusive men love to say for why they never hold themselves or other men accountable, but actually *genuinely* saying all men will rape and abuse if they became a therapist does nothing to offer solutions that will actually make therapy safe for people.

because i'm sorry but i've had nearly 40 therapists in my life and unfortunately i've had a mix of really harmful experiences from both male and female therapists. the best therapist i had was actually nonbinary. the second and third best were male.

i've had both male/female therapists try to convert me to christianity and say my illness was god punishing me for sinning. i've had female therapists enable my father to continue being sexually/psychologically/physically abusive under the guise of "you're probably just being a dramatic teenage genderfuck" they didn't say genderfuck but they definitely thought my queerness had given some reason for why my dad should be the one to help "get me on the right track".

so i ask you radfem bioessentialists, in your utopia without male therapists, what's your solution for people like myself? multigender/nonbinary people who are seeking therapy, or *gasp* perhaps even schooling to become a therapist? do i get a female therapist because i was AFAB? or no since i identify as a man and have a penis now I must be planning on raping her so i'll need a male therapist. but wait, i'm AFAB and i identify as a woman so he must be planning on raping me. so another multigender AFAB person i'm guessing? wait but if i identify as a woman and a man... and they identify as a woman and a man... who's the one planning on raping the other in this situation? I just wanna make sure I know what to do here, being part man and all, is it in my nature to rape her? or is it his nature to rape me? or do we just rape ourselves all the time since we're both men and women simultaneously.

sorry not to sound like an asshole there at the end with the sarcasm, but like, i was human trafficked for several months and am now severly agoraphobic and even i'm not this terrified that everyone i meet is going to rape me. so idk man. get a grip? have some compassion beyond yourself? some critical thinking skills maybe?

[shuenkio]

⇝Youtiful | enhypen OT7

Genre: Fluff, insecurities, self esteem.

Paring: enhypen x male!reader.

Cw:self-esteem, insecurities.

Inspired by Youtiful by Skz.

[Heeseung]

He's the type who doesn't like seeing you beat yourself down, doubting yourself, and not believing in yourself. He knows that you are truly beautiful the way you are, and the idea of insecurities infuriates him. When you claim that you're ugly, after he tries to get you to remove your mask for a picture, he becomes angry, but in a positive way, He keeps arguing with you until you realize that you truly are beautiful.

"If you say that one more time, I'm going to shut you up with my lips and won't let go until you stop denying it. I don't care if we're friends"

[Jay]

He's the type of friend who loves it when people are simply enjoying themselves, not caring about what others think. He hates the mindset of being not good enough and doesn't like when you overthink too much about others' opinions. Back in the day, he gave you free therapy when you bring yourself down. One time, while grabbing coffee, he overheard a group of young girls badmouthing and body-shaming you as being "too skinny." He instantly stood up for you and fired back at them, risking his career in the process. As a result they're leave the coffee shop, embarrassing.

"M/N next time tell me when these things happen to you, I'm sure I'll ripped them apart, Alright?"

[Jake]

He's one of the few people who constantly tells you that you're pretty and handsome, almost every day by text, when he's holding his phone. He hates seeing you stressed out over your study or overthinking about everything, regardless of how minor it may be. While scrolling through his phone one morning, he sees your social media share, which joked about you being a "fail lab experiment," somewhat dramatic and playful in tone, but still he decides to surprise you when he sees you in person. Holding a small bouquet of flowers, he approaches you with a grin.

"If no one dating you, choose me! I'll love you like there's no tomorrow even at your worst deal?"

[Sunghoon]

He is the type who prefers to listen to your concerns rather than offer his own opinion. However, even though he's an introvert, he has a soft spot for you and will always cheer you up when you're feeling down or ugly. Your relationship is like Tom and Jerry in a sense, with constant sparring and bantering, but in the end, you can't go on without missing each other's company.

"I saw your diary M/N! stop writing stupid things about yourself being imperfect or I'm gonna rizz you up for real"

[Sunoo]

He's the type of best friend who becomes sulky and upset whenever someone says something negative about you. You said that it was okay and that you didn't mind, but he was not having it. He hated it with a passion when people spoke ill about you. If the laws were lenient, there would be several people at funerals right now. People have their own ups and downs just like you, but he's there for you when you need him on your bad days. His favorite thing to do with you was to let you rest on his lap.

"I'm always free for you M/N don't be afraid to stand out of your comfort zone and come to me, I'm more than happy to listen to your concern"

[Jungwon]

Likewise, he is the type who gets irritated when you self-deprecate. You may not talk much about this sort of thing, but he can feel your insecurities deep down. He wants you to feel confident and fulfilled, and to never talk down to yourself in any way. All he want from you was to feel confident about yourself, loving your own body and live the fullest.

"Repeat after me ×2 one more time, i. Am. Yep-peo and chal-saeg-gyeo-seo! Pretty and handsome!!"

[Ni-Ki]

It may seem like he tries to pretend that he doesn't care about you, but deep down, he truly cares deeply. No one likes their low self-esteem, and the same goes for him. If he could, he would love to grab your face and shut you up with a kiss, or show you his affection through his clingy gestures, to convey his love for you without the need for words. He loves you as you are.

"You know the moment what i would do if i see yourself like this right? So try to avoid it or something is coming for ya M/N"

🗣️ please mind my English! ><

🗣️ Reblog and like is much appreciated ♥

🗣️ crd to all pics&dividers

🗣️ please do not copy my works.

[oliwrites]

Sit Down.

relationship: loki x fem!reader

genre: angst, smut, a lil fluff

summary: you get into an argument with tony and when tony tries to get your boyfriend, loki, to try and separate the two of you, you lash out on loki by mistake.

warnings: 18+ (minors and pearl clutchers, leave. i am not in the mood), oral (f!receiving), arguments, mentions of injuries, tony being a father figure, lmk if i missed anything!!

word count: 1.4k

You were arguing with Tony in the kitchen. He had told you that due to your injury on the last mission, you would be unable to join in on this mission. You had explained to him many times that you no longer needed physical therapy and that you could fully function once again.

“Y’know what? This shit is so stupid! I’m not a fucking kid Tony!” You raised your voice towards the billionaire. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms

“Look, kid, I’m just looking out for you. If you get hurt Nat would have my head on a platter, and Reindeer Games over there would accompany her on retrieving it. So, my answer is no, you’re not going on this mission,” Tony fought back, walking towards the alcohol cabinet and retrieving a bottle of whiskey and a whiskey tumbler.

“So what? It’s not like I’m performing in a fucking circus! Besides, almost dying has taught me to be more careful of my surroundings! Come on, Tony! You need more men out there and I know damn well you are not letting Peter go to a mission that involves Hydra,” You threw your arms around dramatically, grabbing your own whiskey tumbler from the cabinet and waiting for Tony to finish pouring his glass.

“Kid, I'm keeping you here to prevent you from getting shot again. I am not going to keep arguing with you on this,” Tony sighed, pouring whiskey into your waiting glass.

You gulped down the bit of whiskey Tony put in your glass, and waited a couple of seconds for the warm feeling of whiskey to settle in your chest before speaking again; “Y’know what? I’m done! This is so fucking stupid! I am not gonna argue with some man who picks on other people for a living all because he can’t get over his insecure ass with a badly cut goatee! Seriously, it looks like you let fucking Groot cut your goatee!” You screamed out, losing your last straw. You could hear a snicker come from your boyfriend who was sitting in the living room that was next to the kitchen. You knew he was laughing at your comment, but you were too angry at Tony to even react to him.

“I will tolerate childish banter about not being able to go on a mission, but I will not tolerate slander on my goatee. Reindeer Games, get your disrespectful girlfriend out of my face,” Tony raised his voice slightly.

Loki looked between the two of you before starting to stand up to retrieve his spitfire of a girlfriend. You whipped your head towards Loki’s direction with a demanding look on your face.

“You better sit your high and mighty ass down before I start in on your fucking Christmas tree hair,” You exclaimed towards your boyfriend as you snapped your fingers once and pointed downward towards the ground. Loki looked at you dumbfounded, before ultimately sitting back down in the spot he originally started in.

“Fine. Loki, you’re staying here with your psychotic girlfriend to make sure she doesn’t burn down the building. Peter and Sam will take your places,” Tony said in a firm voice. You exaggerated a scoff before storming off to your room and slamming the door shut.

*

“Dove? Can I come in?” You heard your soft boyfriend’s voice sound from the other side of the door. You mumbled out a ‘yeah’ as you continued to lay down, staring out the window as you watched the team fly off in the Quinjet.

You heard the door open and close behind you, but you didn’t turn around. You didn’t dare even try to look at Loki. The anger you felt earlier has fizzled down into a favor of sadness, and now you couldn’t feel anything but guilt for attacking Tony, your father figure, for just trying to protect you. You also felt guilty for attacking Loki out of nowhere too. He was just observing the scene, and when he tried to break it apart, you nipped at him.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled in a broken voice. You felt the bed behind you start to dip down as Loki sat down beside you and tenderly rubbed your arm.

“Why are you sorry?” Loki asked before continuing: “Is it because of the ‘Christmas tree hair’ comment?” Loki asked once again. You nodded slightly, closing your eyes and letting a few free tears roll down your cheeks.

“Don’t worry about it, love. You were angry, understandably so, and you lashed out your emotions, which is warranted. Besides, I found the comment quite amusing,” Loki reassured. You looked over your shoulder to the god who stared at you with pure adoration.

“You found that amusing?” You laughed slightly, still feeling uneasy about your words. Loki nodded with a smile on his face, which brought inner peace to you, but you still felt unsure.

“You still seem uneasy… I think I know what might help you out,” Loki smirked, his classic mischievous smirk as he rolled you onto your back. Before you could question anything, he smashed his lips into yours and crawled over your body. You instantly melted into his bruising kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Loki… please…” You pleaded, you weren’t quite sure what you wanted, but you knew that you wanted more than just his lips.

“Are you sure?” Loki asked politely, not wanting to step over any boundaries, especially considering your vulnerable state. You nodded and kissed his cheek, giving him all of the permission in the world to have you.

You felt the familiar feeling of his sedir enveloping your body as it magically removed all clothes from your body. Loki began pressing kisses down your body before he reached your soaking cunt.

With no words, Loki dove right in, licking striped up your cunt, causing you to scream out in pleasure, arching your back. The lewd noises that came from Loki only added to the pleasure. He ate like a man starved. He threw your legs over his shoulders as he continued to lick fat lines up your pussy.

“Fuck! Loki… Oh gods…” you moaned out, grabbing ahold of his hair as you bucked against his face. Loki smiled against you as he began to suck on your clit, he moved one hand from your thigh to your dripping channel and entered two fingers into you, causing you to scream out again.

With the way Loki’s fingers curled so deliciously inside you, and the way his tongue and teeth teased your clit, you couldn’t help but feel the familiar knot build up in your lower abdomen. Your bucks against Loki’s face became more frantic and the grip on his hair became stronger, Loki knew that you were mere seconds away from a blissful release.

“Loki! Fuck! I’m gonna c— oh shit!” You moaned out before being cut off by your orgasm hitting you in waves. His fingers pounded into you as he helped you ride out your high.

When you finished, he removed his fingers from your cunt and sucked them clean with a smile. You blushed at his action and you smiled back slightly.

“You taste like the sweetest nectar, pet” Loki groaned as he licked off the residue from his fingers, “I suppose you believe that I am not offended by your comment, yes?” Loki asked, brushing a few hairs out of your face.

“Well… I guess, but I think I could use more convincing,” You smiled before you pounced your boyfriend who held himself up right above you.

*

After two weeks, the Avengers returned from their mission and Tony was the first one to walk back into the compound.

You rushed to Tony and gave him a tight embrace and you laid your head onto his chest and listened to his calm heart thumping, “Tony, I’m so sorry for everything I said to you,” You apologized as Tony wrapped his arms around you, returning the embrace.

“No, kid, I should be sorry. You’re right, you’re fully healed and you were psychically ready to be back out on the field. I promise I won’t hold you back anymore if you’re fully healed,” Tony apologized, causing you to look up at the man as he looked back down at you, “so would you want to join us in the next mission?” Tony asked with a smile on his face.

“I would love to.”

**

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[crazyunsexycool]

Lottie - Dada you married mama cause you love her right??

Bucky - Yes baby I love her so much

Lottie - Okay I marry Tommy then!

Bucky - WHAT?!?

Lottie - Yeah dada I love Tommy, so I marry him!

Bucky - someone stop me because I kill whoever this Tommy is ....

😂😂😂😂 this man is going to need even more therapy!

But daddy I love him

Charlotte had just gotten home from school. She held up the arts and crafts project she’d completed that day. It proudly showed her favorite memory, dancing at your and Bucky’s wedding with him. At least that’s what you thought it was.

“Daddy?” She’d walked up to him and he picked her up, gave her a kiss on the cheek and sat her on his lap.

“Yes, doll?”

“Why did you marry mama?”

“Well because I love her so much. I never wanted to spend another day without her.” He explains happily while gazing lovingly at you.

“Mama said you were her fwiend before you were her husband.”

“That’s true. We were like best friends.”

Charlotte’s eyes light up and you’re already shaking your head because you know she’s about to say something outrageous.

“Oh that’s so nice,” she says excitedly. “I’m gonna marry Tommy.”

“Like hell you are.” Bucky rejected the idea immediately.

“I am. He’s my bestest fwiend.”

“The answer is no. I don’t even know the kid.”

“But daddy I love him.” She says with her hands on her chest and a pained expression on her face.

“No, you can’t marry anyone.”

“I’m gonna marry Tommy I don’t care.” She says before hopping off his lap and stomping away.

You’re standing there wiping tears away and laughing so hard.

“Mama you shouldn’t laugh, you know she’ll do it.” Henry says.

“I’m gonna go to jail for killing some snot nosed kid that sweet talked my baby in getting married.” Bucky huffs. “This is how my life ends.”

“You’re being so dramatic. She’ll get over it. But I’m glad Friday recorded it so that I can play it on her actual wedding day when she does marry Tommy.”

“That’s not funny.” Bucky points at you. “Take it back.”

You shake your head no and walk away laughing.

“I’m gonna go shoot something. Again.”

“I’ll go with you dad.” Henry says and they both head to the shooting range.

[jaehyunsprincesspeach]

Tomorrow x Together react to not being your bias

my goodness this could be so entertaining to see these boys are so goofy, I love them!

hope yall enjoy!

all the love ~ lunar

Soobin: 

Soobin would freeze in shock when you tell him that he’s not your bias

Eyes practically popping out of his head like he just heard a nun cussing

I honestly think he would be speechless and wouldn’t really know how to react

He wouldn’t really take it personally, but he would start to question things

His mind would be overthinking everything that has happened between you two

He would wonder why you are with him instead of your bias in the group

Please reassure him, he might cry if you let him think on it too long

Once he knows that you are with him because you love him for him, he will start to calm down again, and won’t think much about it after that

However, he might tease you with this knowledge that he has

Until you give him the “stfu” look, and he stops immediately

In all honesty, he wouldn’t be too offended by it, because he knows that you are his, and he trusts that you are with him because you love him

Yeonjun:

Looks at you as if you just committed a felony

How dare you have a different bias than him???

His look is a combination of personal offense, and shock

Will become pouty when he hears that he isn't your bias

Won't show you affection the way that he normally does, but also won’t push away your affection either

Will say things like “why don't you go talk to Beomgyu, since he's your bias”

Not that he's insecure or anything, he just needs to be a little dramatic about the situation

Knows deep down that you are his and only his

Though you might want to reassure him anyways so he stops being dramatic

Overall, he might be a little bitter, but deep down he knows that you are his, and that you want to be with him and only him

Beomgyu:

This man is a whole different breed already, he would be so offended

Looks at you is if you just tore his heart out of his chest

“I'm not your bias? Who am I to you then? Jeez you think you know someone.” 

Proceeds to pout even if you tell him that it doesn't matter and that he is the only one you have eyes for

Might even leave the room, if he does and you don't follow, he'll come back but he's even more pouty than he was before

Its as if the world is about to end “stuck down by my own girlfriend”

Keeps the joke going so long that he actually becomes insecure 

Please reassure him, he just wants to be the one to treat you right :(

Same as Yeonjun, he wouldn't cuddle up to you, but he wouldn't push you away either

“Change your bias, I'm your bias, I am your boyfriend after all.” sometimes it's hard to tell if he's being dramatic or if he's actually worried about it

Again, he's gonna need lots of reassurance, maybe some cuddles, and his favorite sweets before he's back to normal

Overall, he's gonna be upset about it, but he won't tell you that he's overthinking, poor baby’s gonna need cuddle and kiss therapy for a week

Taehyun:

Unbothered King

Wouldn't even think twice about him not being your bias

If you were looking for a reaction from him, you wont get one

So calm about the whole thing, you might think he didn't even hear you lmao

He knows that you are with him for a reason, and he is confident that he can treat you better than anyone else could

He is confident with the relationship that you two have, so why would he worry

If you didn't want to be with him you wouldn't be, but you are so he's not stressed about anything

Other than Beomgyu screaming about something from the other room

When it comes to you, he knows that he can fully trust you, and he knows that you love him, a true King

Huening Kai:

Honestly Hyuka will probably think its cute, or he would agree with you

“Oh Soobin is your bias? Me too!”

Would probably get your bias to sign one of the photo cards you have

Thinks its cute, though he would probably also be a little sad that it's not him

Wouldn't overthink it though

More similar to Taehyun, he knows you are with him, and that he is yours

But he might tease you as well for having someone else be your bias

Another unbothered king for the most part

His teasing would have you flustered, which he thinks is the cutest thing ever

He in general just thinks that you are the cutest thing ever, so if having one of the other boys as your bias makes you giggle, hes okay with it

He just wants to see you happy, even if he is a little sad, he won't let it affect him too much

[fairytypingg]

fuck it we're doing this

RAGEON HCS!!!!!

Velvet;

19

leo(i think thats what i am, idk a lot abt astrology)

7 minutes older and takes it way too seriously

overplans for everything

screams cries crumbles if she doesn't have 100% control over any situation

plays a lot into appearances but is actually a chronic workaholic(gets it from her uncle)

she and veneer were raaised by their uncle actually!!

velvet has a love hate relationship with the music industry, before and after the events of the movie

TRUST. ISSUES.

cannot ever talk about her feelings she'll explode

bottles everything up like im so serious

"i'll keep all my emotions right here. and then one day, i'll die."

she vents frustration by talking mad shit in cs:go lobbies

she's really good at the game

scary good aim because of it, and that DOES transfer to real life

has 97 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces/ref

"i inhereted severe generational trauma and all i got was borderline personality disorder"

someone help her

she needs therapy

also autistic <3

Veneer;

19

also a leo

7 minutes younger but only remembers bcs velvet will not let him forget

he seems chill in comparison because velvet is so high strung but he is the most dramatic bitch ever

says really out of pocket shit without thinking

"yeah that's why your parents dont call you then haha- what why are you looking at me like that what did i say"

he's the epitome of unmedicated adhd

probably needs glasses

the only one of the twins with a drivers license

was very outgoing growing up because velvet hated talking to people, so someone had to do it

doesn't rly understand velvet being depressed and thinks shes a drama queen like him

"im tragically doomed by the narrative" "drink water dumbass"

hes morosexual

"if a man can locate mount rageous on a map that man is not my type"

dumb fucking ass

love him, hes just kinda stupid.

Kid Ritz:

20

idk any other zodiac signs use ur imagination

every personality disorder you can think of

emotional manipulation is a sport and he is bringing home the gold

whats wrong with him

the answer is mommy issues. and rampant childhood neglect. also when you're raised as rich as he was you're gonna come out weird

struggled to understand the concept of lying as a child so when be finally got it he retaliated by lying for sport and then never stopped doing that

prefers machines to people

hes one of those "there is a minimum iq requirement to talk to me" guys

not just a talk show host!!

he's well trained to take over his father's political position when the old man retires

current director of public security

he's known as a purveyor of gossip for a reason

the saying goes that nothing happens in the city without his knowledge

hyperintelligent

like genius iq, reading at a college level by age 5, etc

actual child prodigy in every conceivable way

notorious for being "perfect"

he's the face of Ritzworth Media Corp for a reason

evil genius

also lonely

his father is grossly neglectful and his mother is a deadbeat

did i mention he has mommy issues

never met his mom and has devoted a lot of his energy to forming an intelligence network dedicated to finding her

hates people

like very antisocial

struggles HEAVILY with empathy

his interviews are notoriously difficult since he entertains himself by making his interviewees squirm

casual sadist in every conceivable way

What's Wrong With Him/aff

Orchid;

18

use ur imagination again im not gonna look it up

rebelling against common characterization here stay with me

secretive about her past but obviously hiding something

a chameleon type of person, can change her behavior, mannerisms, and even accent at the drop of a hat

carries a deep grief with her

distrusting and calculating

she'll "befriend" you but it takes a lot of effort to actually gain her trust

she WILL discard you if she's even slightly suspicious

nobody is sure what her goal is, but she has an agenda

orchid might not be her real name either

very mysterious

generally presents as kind and friendly but it's noticibly fake

cannot stress how much she is hiding something

capable of murder and not afraid to resort to such to protect her secret

dont look in her closet

she has participated in her fair share of underage drinking and can hold her liquor pretty well, but if you manage to get her drunk enough you may be able to pry some answers out of her

has a distaste for celebrities she doesn't see as beneficial to know

gives like. really good advice

identity issues <3

the song Phony is perfect for her

she moves as if she's used to her hair being longer than it is

what is she hiding?

[benevolentcalamity]

Love and Deepspace Husbands To Someone Who Has Not Played It

Quick note this is not meant to be malicious/disrespectful/etc. Just trying to vibe out here, man.

Rafayel

Merman, this I know. He has the same energy of Rudeus from Mushoku Tensei, in that he hides his trauma/real feelings behind a cool, charismatic demeanor. (Course he does this better than Rudeus imo, and this is minus being like a 40 year old pervert reincarnated.) May need actual therapy because homie I ain't the mental and spiritual Bob the Builder. I'd pick him first tho if I had to.

Zayne (Had to look the game up to remember this poor man's name.)

Doctor that genuinely wants the best for you. Don't know what his deal is, quite frankly know if I wanna. He's an okay petunia, good job and isn't some cold heartless bastard needing to rediscover the Christmas Spirit. 10/10, if he got a dog I'd petsit for him.

Btw don't know if this has merit and forgive me if this seems flippant, but he feels very autism-coded. (I can elaborate on this if you want.)

Xavier

Smol boy. Tiny. Does not know anything, does not know ABC's. Seems like he'd give a guy you hate a wedgie and then in the next moment excitedly tell you he found a boba place. Man's got the raw energy of a shameless male Sanrio fan and you know what? I can vibe with it. Again, no idea what the deal is and who Lumiere is, I invite people to blast my inbox with lore.

(Help)

Sylus

So the moment y'all have been waiting for.

I got massive vampire vibes when I saw his teaser on IG, and while I am mildly disappointed that isn't the case, supernatural Yakuza isn't exactly bad either. Huge and has a bite meaner than his bark for sure, which I respect; would shoot someone point blank without letting them finish a dramatic ahh dialogue. Also has this weird duality of "I'm going to fuck you up" and "I dropped my monster condom that I use for my magnum dong." You know what? I can deal, he seems like a whole hoot and a half.

Also you know that French man who lost points in pole vaulting because his dick hit the bar? ... That's Sylus, I'm just gonna say that rn. (Seriously, this man's dick means he qualifies as a monster, thus Sylus fuckers are monsterfuckers. I don't make the rules.)

[darkangel1791]

Random Thoughts on The Falcon and The Winter Soldier:

I am aware that every line in every scene is there for dramatic and/or comedic purposes. So there's no need to point that out. It isn't that I didn't get the point or the joke. This is also nothing against Amy Aquino, who plays Dr. Raynor. This is just an opinion piece based on the reality that the show wants us to accept.

Trigger warnings for mental health and mental health treatment, and power dynamics.

From an actual standpoint of mental health and therapy, in 2024, Dr. Raynor is a terrible therapist.

So many reasons! Let's start with when she said to Bucky "The government wants to make sure you aren't gonna (mimes stabbing people)". A therapist, of all people, would always use their words! Always! Bucky communicates verbally, so the therapist must also. If she was afraid to say it to Bucky then she shouldn't have brought it up. Also, if she hasn't caught on yet that Bucky's major problem is that he was a killer and that haunts him, Bucky should have a different therapist. So she shouldn't have approached such a sensitive topic in such a flippant way. That would just make him shut down.

I think this plan about making a list and making amends with the 3 rules was something she put in place as part of his treatment plan. Doesn't seem like the sort of thing Bucky would come up with on his own, and I doubt that the government would condone him making contact with former Hydra members or families of his victims unless it was part of a sanctioned treatment plan, at least. That shows that as a therapist, she is results driven. If a results driven therapist asks if you're having nightmares, they will next want to know what you are doing to alleviate the problem. So Bucky most likely says no because he knows she doesn't actually care about the nightmares. They have probably already had that conversation once. When Sam asks the same question, Bucky says "All the time," without hesitation. Also, if she was any kind of a therapist, she would have asked enough questions to know that Bucky isn't having nightmares, he is having flashbacks, which is a different mental process.

"Give me your phone." No, absolutely not! That tramples on so many privacy boundaries, it is unreal! It is also a misuse of power, and the power dynamic, because what if he says no? She has the power to tell the government that he is a dangerous psychopath and get him locked away forever.

But, after invading his privacy in this way, she uses the information she gets to criticize and mock him? No. That is doubling down on the abuse of the power dynamic.

"What do you want now?"

"Peace."

"THAT IS UTTER BULLSHIT!"

Ummmmm, no. If a client is lying to the therapist, or to themselves, you deal with it in a completely different way. Yelling is never okay. Telling a person with mental health problems that you don't believe what they are saying, calling them a liar, is not treatment. She gives no context for why she thinks that is a lie, or why she thinks Bucky would lie to her. Or why she thinks that he would lie about that subject.

Finally, the notebook thing is absolutely passive aggressive. "You don't talk, I write." That is psychological manipulation. I can only imagine that whatever she writes is used in the weekly report she sends to the government. What if she writes that he is being uncooperative? The parole is revoked, he gets locked up. So she is putting him in a situation where he is forced to say something. But not about his true problems, nor will it be truthful information. We see that he lies to her when describing what he did to cross the most recent name off of the list. Which, of course he does! Along with that, step 3, being forced to identify yourself as the Winter Soldier and by name as who you are now, is incredibly dangerous and puts him in a very vulnerable position. That entire thing is completely out of whack with good, safe, mental health treatment.

I'm sure I have left things out, but this is long enough already. I'll do another post on the second session that we see.

Again ymmv, your mileage may vary. Meaning that these opinions are mine alone. They do not invalidate yours, or anyone else's who has written or spoken on the subject. No offense is meant. Your view of the subject is valid and I am not trying to negate that view by expressing my own.

In closing, when you first enter the office of a therapist, take pictures of, or write down, the information on the credentials they have displayed. If there are no credentials displayed, ask why and what their credentials are. If your therapist ever makes you feel threatened or ridiculed, don't go back! Ever! And report them to whatever organization their displayed licenses are from.

Dr. Raynor was a terrible therapist pt. 2

[to-the-stars8]

Vigilant Coffee

Batfamily x Reader Chapters AO3

16-Free Therapy

Being robbed in Gotham wasn’t anything new. If you weren’t robbed, then you were more than likely the one doing the robbing. Usually, the main targets were little old ladies with their purses getting snatched or stores that were open later than usual. You, while not an old lady, had fallen victim to being robbed once, and now the store that you worked in was currently being robbed. You found it nice that it eventually came to a full circle. 

The old man waved around the gun, going on about how his life sucked. That was the thing they didn’t tell you about being robbed in Gotham, the dumber criminals, like the one you were now facing, felt the need to monologue like they were some hotshot. You’d rather listen to Scarecrow moan on and on about being a cheated genius for the millionth time than listen to this dude bitch. 

“Then my mother,” The guy sighed, pausing dramatically, and you could have sworn he was on the verge of tears. “Kicked me out. Can you believe it? My mother! She said I was too old, but I’m only thirty-seven and the economy is terrible. It was practically like she was kicking out a teenager.”

“Uh-huh,” You said, leaning up against the counter, waiting for one of your usuals to waltz in. “Have you tried, like, therapy or something, dude?”

The guy stopped to look at you. “Bitch, how am I gonna pay for that?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, man! I’m not the one with these issues. I’m just getting robbed and being forced to listen to your sorry ass.”

“I should shoot you,” The guy said, pointing the gun right at you. 

And that would have scared you if not in that very second, Red Hood and Nightwing sauntered through the door like it was any other day. They saw the guy pointing the gun at you before he noticed them. 

“Whatcha got there,” Nightwing asked. 

Red Hood answered for him, already adjusting his gloves and moving toward the man. “Cause it sure as fuck doesn’t look like a coffee to me.”

“I—I…” The guy started to back up. 

Red Hood got in the first punch before any more words could escape the criminal’s mouth, and he fell back onto the floor with a thud. You leaned over the counter as you watched him fall, all the dollars from the register flying as he landed. Nightwing told his brother that it was a job well done before moving over to you. 

“Been a while, huh?” Red Hood said as he strode toward the counter.

You looked up at him and gave a stressed huff. “Yeah. It has. You might want to get your ass out of here.”

Nightwing whined. “But we just got here!” 

You pushed yourself away from the counter to grab the old store phone, not bothering to play into their whine fest as you started to dial your boss's phone number. “I have to call my boss. Then, the police, unless you guys wanna be the best besties ever and call them for me?”

“I have to knock out your criminals and call the police for you?”

You rolled your eyes, commenting over your shoulder that they could take one cookie for each of them if they wanted something. Red Hood remarked about coming back for real payment while Nightwing was more than happy to take his brother’s cookie. Looking back down at your phone, you knew this would not be a pleasant conversation with your boss. 

And, it wasn’t. Your boss nearly had you fired, for whatever you didn’t know, but with some persuasion from Commissioner Gordon that you were a more than capable barista, he let you stay on. 

“Yeah, cause who else is going to work a late shift in Gotham,” Gordon asked your boss, eyeing him suspiciously. “You should be glad anyone would want to continue working here after this shit.”

As you listened to your boss get chewed out by the commissioner, you looked up to the rooftops, seeing shadowing figures disappear from out of sight. For a split second, you wondered how the bats would take you losing your job, but decided not to dwell on the thought as Gordon turned to you for questioning. After all, it was Gotham so you were bound to see them anywhere working the late night shift. Still, the thought of your vigilante friends scaring your boss could be some free therapy you didn’t know you needed.

[beanghostprincess]

thing that might be obvious but still suddenly hit me like live fish to the face when i was not listening in class today:

luffy as a child hated being alone (still does, but it was more obvious back then) and knew that shanks and his crew would be leaving someday (leaving him alone, with only makino as his friend, but that's only one person, and shanks has a whole crew full of people)

shanks will not take luffy, because he's a child (because he's weak) so luffy feels like he needs to prove he's grown up (needs to prove he's strong) so maybe shanks will change his mind (so maybe shanks won't leave him)

what do the two strongest adults luffy knows (shanks and grandpa, one is going to leave, the other is almost never around) have in common? scars around their left eyes

luffy is not afraid of being hurt (it's worse to be alone than you be hurt) so of course he stabs himself next to his left eye (to have a scar like all the strongest people he knows)(to be strong)(to not be left alone again)

"When I was not listening in class today" me when I quit high school lmfao so real. I used to spend hours in class writing fanfics. Most of my best works were written in the middle of Philosophy at 8 am.

Oh. Yeah. Luffy's abandonment issues. Yeah. It's quite obvious that he's willing to go to extreme methods to avoid being alone. Relatable little shit. Not gonna call it self-harm but I just want to say that stabbing your cheek and being willing to starve to death (WCI) to not end up alone is a bit um.............. No, yeah, self-harm. Yeah. Not in a conventional way but y'know. It is what it is. We don't talk enough about how serious it is because "haha silly funny boy is so dramatic he stabs his face when he's a kid" but like- He- He stabs his fucking face when he's a kid because being alone and bored is way worse than getting hurt. He feels so lonely. At least he had a friend with Uta but then she suddenly disappeared from his life?? Without any warning?? And he ended up all alone again. I understand why he would want Shanks to take him with him no matter what. Even if he has to hurt himself to prove he's strong. He's been doing that for years. And, okay, WCI isn't exactly just for Sanji not to leave him but more for Sanji to realize Luffy needs him but, uh, same thing. Like it can be both to help Sanji and to be a lil bit tiny selfish in the sense of "if he leaves me I am killing myself" which is quite exactly what happens. Gay ass captain. Can't stand him. This is not healthy nor normal behavior irl btw but if you make it all poetic like that I am willing to let it slide. Love it, even. I love it.

But yeah, Luffy has a bit of a problem there. Somebody take him to therapy.