#and we do not!!! joke about mental health!!!

[bunnysdollette]

₊⊹⁀➴ How to get your shit together in a slump: BD’s instant guide to feeling 100% again! ⟡﹒⪩⪨ 🫧🌸🧁

⋆˚｡⋆୨୧ Hi angels :) Thank you so much for the positive reception on my last posts. Anyway, I’ve been super down lately so I’d thought I’d create this post as a bit of a reference point for anyone who feels like their life is going off of the rails these days. This is how I get myself out of a slump. 💬

♫ todays song is…some by SOYOU

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ GET OFF THAT DAMN PHONE.. 📝 ⊹₊⟡⋆

wait! I was just joking. don’t close your phone until you finish reading (haha). anyway, take a look at your screentime for me. you might have been scrolling for hours or trying to distract yourself from how horrible you felt by doomscrolling endlessly…no. we can’t do that.

usually when I’m in a slump I feel damp, it’s not just about laziness. this could also be the result of exhaustion or a number of factors. dampness is an evil condition in chinese medicine where you feel heavy, tired, and dead. scrolling will only make this worse because you’re prolonging the pain. the first thing you should do is get up, stretch, breathe, and maybe crack a window. the airflow will make a big difference, I promise. 🌿

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ CLEAN UP GUIDE. 🌸 ⊹₊⟡⋆

when my room is a mess my state of mind is a mess. I can’t do anything, I’m literally loosing my marbles bc all I can see is a messy space. if your brain is in shambles rn, the smallest amount of organization you can do right now is tidy up your room a little bit.

this doesn’t even have to be a big clean, but small steps make a big impact!… remember your space is sacred. 🧘🏾‍♀️

make the bed. doesn’t have to be fancy, just make sure everything is where it needs to be.

wipe down surfaces like desks, mirrors, and vanities. you can even include a scented spray whilst doing this to make your space smell much cleaner and nicer!! I literally cannot function when my room smells like asscheeks.

remove any old cups, or food waste that you were procrastinating from doing so. don’t want to attract any bugs.

Sweep the floor. You probably don’t notice how many crumbs are on the ground, but please just do it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ RECHARGE YOUR “STATS”. 🛁 ⊹₊⟡⋆

honestly the best way to get out of a slump is self care. neglecting your needs and body can often lead to things going downhill, depressive episodes, etc. We all forget to take care of ourselves properly sometimes, but it’s important to pay attention to our needs and personal wellness.

Ask yourself.

“Did I shower today?” ➜ Take yourself a nice, warm shower and stay in as long as you want.

Take some time to reflect on your day or anything that’s been on your mind. And be sure to wash up well, so you can feel really nice after and tap into your feminine energy. You can even add bath salts, milk, or bubble bath. It will literally make you feel like a princess. . . 👑

“Did I eat/drink today?” ➜ Go eat something.

I prefer light meals or snacks that are cold like fruit, water, or a juice when I’m feeling dead but you can also eat whatever you want. Just think about what will make you feel good and reduce the dampness as much as possible, and will prevent brain fog. Heavier meals aren’t the best for that though.

I bet you feel better already after doing these things! Remember that taking care of yourself is the most important and you are a priority.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ REFLECTING AND MAKING A GAME PLAN 🧁 ⊹₊⟡⋆

Lastly after you feel a little bit better now and you took care of yourself, I would really suggest reflecting either through journaling or shadow work questions. They’re the easiest way to just brain dump all of the crap you’ve been thinking about lately and get it out of your system in a healthy and helpful way.

You can write about things like “how have I been feeling lately?” “What’s one way I can improve in xyz” and so on. This is a mundane activity you can do at the end to organize your thoughts. Mental health is a huge thing after your physical health, as it literally not only affects your world but the world around us. Especially if you are trying to achieve your dream life/dream self, manifest anything, etc. you will need to take care of your mental health to not be consumed by your emotions and keep your mind in check.

Also something that is crucial is practicing gratitude and mentally grounding yourself. You can list things your grateful for, mediate, or exercise. Anything to get yourself into that mindset you need going forward. I personally love to listen to the wizard liz’s podcast in times like these, it’s a great motivation for me.

Remember that slumps, dampness, depressive episodes, all of it, is normal. We are just humans at the end of the day. Be a little nicer to yourself today and take some small active steps towards your goals. ✨🫶🏽

✧ thanks for reading beautiful !! ; so basically I’m thinking of maybe making a community here on tumblr for the girl bloggers that share dream girl content and stuff like that? idk let me know what u think. inbox is always open, stay hydrated and cute, buh bye 👋🏾

[mortalityfixer]

my experience with roiz .

( as best i can remember )

warning for lesbiphobia , ableism , manipulation , transphobia ( ? ) , grooming / sexual harassment , potential faking of physical disorders , mental health struggles / episodes .

i first met roiz a few years back ! we didn’t really talk much , until later on that year . he became more active in my server due to our mutual interest in " melliot " musicals . he seemed nice at first . maybe a little off sometimes , but nice . though this quickly changed and i grew uncomfortable . i didn’t speak up at this time — due to fear of losing someone i had grown to borderline depend on in such a short timeframe . let it be known that i am not trying to one - up anybody else ; this is purely my experience with him . nor do i feel as though my experience was worse than the victims of his sexual grooming : it wasn’t . my heart goes to each and every one of his victims .

one of the main things that sticks out to me is the way roiz would treat me regarding my identity . he seemed to view me as a cisgender lesbian ? which confused me , as i am very much not . he would also constantly make lesbiphobic jokes towards me, such as putting lesbians on his official introduction post as a ' joke ' targeted at me . this was almost neverending and made me feel incredibly invalid and insecure in my identity and who i was as a person . i started to feel like i would never be more than the " token lesbian friend " to people due to the way he would act around me whenever i mentioned my orientation , and this eventually led to a horrible mental health spiral where i truly didn’t know who i was anymore , or if i was worthy of being known as anything other than ' the lesbian friend . ' he would also only ever address me using feminine terms , when i have always been open about using all terms . i wouldn’t mind feminine terms sometimes ! but it wasn’t sometimes , as he would never use any other form .

another thing that i remember about our friendship was the way he would treat me as a disabled person . to add context to this , i have a medically recognised joint disorder which causes mobility issues alongside other things . he would make comments such as " blud can’t run " unprovoked . he did this whilst we were referencing adamandi characters ; none of which have mobility issues . additionally , he would claim to have the same issues as me shortly after i talked about them — prior to me discussing them , he had never mentioned any form of physical disability . i won’t go into any more detail about this specific aspect of our friendship , as there’s not much else to state , as well as my own struggles remembering the situation .

most importantly of all : roiz was my friend whilst engaging in inappropriate sexual contact with an eleven year old . i never picked up on it despite it being extremely clear looking back , and i would have never befriended him had i known he was doing this ; i was manipulated into believing otherwise . roiz also claimed that this person had ' abandoned him ' after they temporarily broke contact , evoking a feeling of sympathy from me towards roiz that i really shouldn’t have felt at all . however , i did notice that he would initiate sexual or otherwise inappropriate conversations in a public server with exclusively minors . it later came out that the one on the receiving end of these conversations was , in fact , an eleven year old boy being groomed by roiz . this eleven year old was — as you may have figured out already — my good friend over at @\haowenyang , who also has a post about the situation . i recommend reading it as he is the true victim here , not me . you can find that post here .

that just about sums up my experience with this vile , sickening person . once again , i am not trying to claim that my situation was worse than those he sexually harassed and / or groomed . i do however feel it is important to get it out there . this may not be entirely accurate and there may be some gaps , as my memories of my friendship with roiz have become fuzzy and unclear . but i felt it was important to share either way . thank you for taking the time to read this .

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

hello there! I would like to request something about donna being stressed or under too much pressure and taking it on reader in bed and accidentally hurting her? after that donna is very reluctant to be intimate again but reader reassures that they can try again. Could it be gp donna? Thanks! Have a good day

Yessss!!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :)))))

Stressed

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, angst, mental health issues, Donna being Donna

Word count: 7,928

Summary:  She put too much pressure in herself, and it had consequences...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I love you all!!! :))

“Okay, I found it,” you said triumphantly, grabbing and waving the black cloth in your hands.

Donna sighed in relief as you approached with the veil she thought she had lost, a shy smile forming on her face.

“Where was it?” she asked curiously, with a somewhat impatient tone.

You shrugged and pointed to an old table with disinterest.

“There,” you said, playing with the cloth in your hands, trying to find the right position. “It seems that someone has been playing hide and seek again, hasn't it, Angie?” you mocked, glancing sideways at the doll, who received the accusation as a terrible offense.

“Me? You silly villager, you have no evidence!” the puppet protested, with a tone that betrayed her guilt.

“Angie… per favore,” the lady in black lamented, shaking her head. “I don't want to be late for the meeting.”

“Well, we found it just in time,” you said with a smile, quickly caressing her cheek.

The brunette returned the caress, kissing you softly on the lips before you raised your arms to place that horrible fabric on her head.

“Meeting, meeting, meeting, how boring,” Angie doll murmured, making you give each other another knowing look.

“Yeah… you say it,” you commented, playing along with the puppet and winking at her. “Hey, Donna, now that I think about it…”

“Mm?”

“What if you don't wear it?” you suggested, tilting your head slightly and placing a lock of black hair behind her ear.

She frowned instantly.

“(Y/N),” she murmured, letting you know that the idea, of course, didn't please her at all.

 “What? I didn't say anything stupid, Donna, you don't need to,” you insisted. “You know you're beautiful.”

“S-Stop it, tesoro,” the woman said, shaking her head and giving you a nervous smile.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” you said sincerely, approaching little by little and lovingly kissing the tip of her nose.

“Sciocchezze,” the doll maker insisted, shaking her head effusively.

“Nonsense? No, honey, it's what I think,” you answered amused, moving the black cloth away from her face.

“Exactly, it's what you think,” Donna said, with a satisfied tone. “Per favore, (Y/N), we're going to be late.”

“Donna…” you sighed, frustrated. “Come on, none of your siblings seem to care about their appearance, why do you…?”

“Will you shut up and put the veil on me already?” the brunette interrupted, snatching the cloth from your hands and looking for the right position, leaving you surprised by that abrupt attitude “Cavolo…”

“Oh, okay, as you wish,” you said defeated, shaking your head and looking for your coat.

“I'm sorry,” she apologized seconds later, while picking up the irreverent doll from the floor. “(Y/N), we've already talked about it, I… I… prefer to wear the veil.”

“I didn't mean to offend you, my love,” you whispered, rubbing her arm affectionately. “Hey, lately you've been a little more… irritable than usual, has something happened?” you asked as she opened the door, answering you with a vague gesture.

“No,” she said briefly, offering her arm for you to grab.

“Mm, okay,” you said distrustfully. “Damn, it's so cold.”

“Come closer to me, tesoro,” she said affectionately, pulling you a little.

“With pleasure,” you joked, hanging on to her arm and enjoying the first steps of that walk.

The meetings weren’t very common, but they were inevitable.

Mother Miranda's leadership over the Four Lords seemed to be maintained precisely thanks to those meetings, reminders that they are under her command, that she protects them, just as, every week, she reminds the villagers that she, and the Black Gods, protected them.

It didn't exactly make you happy to walk towards that dark cave, towards that underground cathedral where the four founding houses of the village met.

But, of course, you were going with her, with Donna. For the lady in black, leaving her old mansion was a milestone. Walking somewhere other than the Beneviento grounds was something that, for you, was worth the effort.

You were once the Duke's assistant, the fat merchant who sold supplies to the village, the Lords, and anyone with coins in their pockets. As his assistant, you had to run many errands, and of course, you were in charge of going to places the merchant didn't want to be.

The old mansion by the waterfall, the Beneviento Estate, was one of those places. You were born and raised in the village, you knew who lived there, but somehow, you couldn't get a picture of it in your head.

All that came to your mind was the color black, that talking doll, that stoic figure. To your surprise, those little encounters weren't as unpleasant as you thought.

The few words you exchanged with the strange woman became almost necessary in your life, addictive. That hoarse voice, that melodic tone, that intimidating presence… Of course she caught your attention.

Little by little the visits stopped being business-related, adorned with very poorly prepared excuses and with a desire to continue getting to know Donna Beneviento, a tormented woman, surrounded by rumors and legends.

Nonsense in your opinion. Yes, Donna was strange, she was sick and she was dangerous, but none of that appeared in your mind when you decided to get a little closer to her, just a little closer.

Love was not long in coming, as she, also surprised by your interest, let herself be carried away by the situation, by that sensation so new to her: being loved.

The Black Gods were particularly cruel to her. Where there should have been a small scar on her right eye, there was now a deformity that she herself considered horrible.

For you it was nothing like that, it was simply a peculiarity, and that natural reaction and the word “beautiful” coming out of your lips was the last thing you heard before melting into her in a passionate kiss.

Over time, you stopped going to the mansion, to live in it next to the lady in black and the Angie doll, a perfect place for you, next to the woman of your life.

Nothing, neither her appearance, nor the changes that the gift of the Gods made in her body prevented you from continuing to love her, from continuing to get excited about everything the woman in black did. You loved her, she loved you, there was not much more to add.

But, although everything was going great, lately the brunette's attitude had become tense. The afternoons in the workshop seemed eternal for you, she seemed nervous.

“(Y/N),” Donna whispered, taking you out of your memories. “Wait…”

You both stopped in the snow, just before crossing the wooden doors that marked her territory.

“What's wrong, honey?” you asked worriedly, noticing her body trembling. “Donna, what's wrong?” you insisted when you didn't get a response.

“I haven't been completely honest with you,” she confessed in a soft voice, leaving her doll on the ground.

“Oh,” you sighed suspiciously, trying to read her face, something impossible, of course. “Well, well… I thought I already knew all your secrets,” you murmured with a hint of mischief, wrapping your arms around her waist.

The lady in black gently grabbed your wrists, shaking her head.

“No, I… I…,” she stammered somewhat nervously, looking around, as if she were scared. “Yes, something's wrong.”

“Mm, okay…” you said, dragging out your words and changing mischief into understanding. “Do you want to tell me?”

“Yes, it's just that...” the lady whispered, sighing, as if she wanted to gain the necessary courage. “It's just that I feel... I feel that... I-I'm not like the others.”

“The others? You mean your siblings?” you asked curiously. “Of course you aren’t, Donna, you are much more...”

“Basta,” she interrupted, playing with your hands. “I-I want to open my feelings to you, tesoro.”

“Fine, forgive me,” you said empathetically, calming her hands in yours.

“I just don't... I don't think Mother Miranda trusts me as much as she do with them,” Donna explained, making you listen attentively. “You know, I... well, I'm not strong, o-or, especially good at anything and...”

“Oh, honey, what are you saying?” you asked in a tender tone, caressing her face under that horrible fabric. “Donna, you are very special.”

“Special...” she hissed mockingly. “It's not about being special. It's about trust, (Y/N). Mother Miranda hasn't trusted me. Sometimes I don't know why I'm even a Lord.”

“I suppose she named you Lord due to something, right?” you said, starting to understand her frustration.

“Yes, because of my family. If I wasn't of noble blood, she probably would have ruled me out,” the lady said, looking away.

“Don't talk nonsense,” you said, trying to get that idea out of her head. “Donna, you have the power to summon a person's worst nightmares. That's... terrifying... and powerful,” you joked.

“Hey, you sticky idiots! We're going to be late!” Angie interrupted, jumping impatiently in the snow.

“And there's Angie too,” you said amused, pointing at the doll with your head.

“S-So, why doesn't she give me a single important task?” the brunette asked, revealing with her nervous tone that it was the reason for her stress the last few days. “I feel useless…”

“Hey, listen to me, you're not useless, Donna. You're a wonderful woman and… well, I confess that before I met you, you scared me,” you said, careful not to hurt her fragile feelings.

“Grazie, (Y/N), but that's not enough,” Donna sighed, bending down again to pick up her doll.

“W-Well, then… why don't you offer yourself for the next task? That way you'll see that Miranda trusts you,” you advised, grabbing her hand to continue your way.

“Maybe,” she whispered again.

The walk through the village continued in silence. Well, at least you knew what was going on in Donna's mind, and you understood the reason for her stress and anxiety, although you really thought she had no reason to think that way.

Of course, your presence wasn’t allowed at the meeting, so you had to wait patiently for it to end, as always.

In the distance you could hear deep, dark voices, and their echo in the old stone walls.

After an impossible amount of time, the sound of furniture scraping across the ground told you that the meeting was over, and you sighed in relief, knowing that you would finally return home.

“My dear, how are you?” Alcina Dimitrescu, lady of the castle and Miranda's favorite Lord asked.

“Fine, my lady,” you answered elegantly, avoiding those always seductive eyes as they pursued you mercilessly.

“Doll face…” whispered Karl Heisenberg, a man who, if it weren't for his actions, could be mistaken for just another villager, a crazy one though.

“Karl,” you greeted politely as he looked at you over his glasses, awkwardly, as always.

Seeing Moreau, you began to grow impatient, as Donna didn’t come out.

“Hey, Sal,” you said, drawing the sea monster's attention. “Where's Donna?”

“She's talking to Mother,” he replied with devotion in his voice, to which you nodded and rubbed your hands before getting braver and peeking through the door.

“Perché?” you heard the lady in black ask, while, just as you had been told, she was talking to the most dangerous woman in the village; the emissary of the Gods, Mother Miranda.

“Mm, Donna, my dear Donna,” the priestess sighed, with a maternal tone that made your hair stand on end. “You are not fit for that task.”

“But, but, why?” the brunette insisted, while her doll made eye contact with you and ran to your position.

“Angie, what's going on?” you asked the puppet when it got close enough, without taking your eyes off the conversation.

“You're stupid,” the doll hissed, gesturing for you to pick her up. “Donna is stupid too… Look at her, following your advice.”

“Advice?” you asked, stopping looking at Angie when you heard Miranda speak again.

“Donna, cara mia, what you have to do is stay at home, safe, with your dolls and that villager you play with,” the priestess said, making the knot in your stomach grow.

“S-She's my girlfriend,” the lady defended herself, with a weak, submissive voice.

“Whatever,” Miranda sighed, visibly tired of the conversation. “My dear… you're not good for such a complex task. Everyone should know where their limits are.”

“If you trusted me, Mother Miranda, you would see that…” Donna insisted, clasping her hands together. “I’m capable!”

“Gods, Donna, stop shouting,” Miranda protested. “Ugh, what a pain… No, Donna. Now go away.”

“But, but Mother…”

“Taci,” the priestess ordered. “You serve me perfectly as you are. Honey, can't you see that you are not right in the head? Negotiating with the outside world is a task for Karl.”

“I’m not crazy,” Donna protested, making you want to slap that stupid raven-woman.

“I didn’t say so, dear,” Miranda whispered, approaching the lady and taking her hands.

“Ma…”

“No, the discussion is over. Now go home, with your dolls, where you need to be, mm?” insisted the priestess, caressing her face in a way that made your stomach turn. “My poor Donna… you have to relax.”

“Yes, Mother,” the lady nodded, defeated.

“Come on, go with your girl and have some fun, it's clear that you need it,” the priestess said, with a sinister smile under her mask. “Oh, hey, if you're so bored, why don't you get that village girl pregnant? One more follower never hurts…”

“You motherfu…”you cursed under your breath, clenching your fists in rage.

“She's talking about you,” Angie whispered in your ear, clearly mocking.

“Shut up,” you snapped at the doll.

“Didn't you hear me? Get out, dear,” Miranda told Donna, making a nasty gesture with her hand.

The lady in black growled, visibly enraged, and turned around, walking quickly towards the door where you were, passing you by in an unpleasant manner.

“Hey, Donna, wait,” you said hastily, following her towards the exit. “Donna”

“Donna, Donna!” Angie also called, shaking in your arms.

“Honey, my love, wait,” you said, managing to put a hand on her shoulder, one that the lady in black pushed away with another nasty growl. “Hey, darling, wait...”

“Lasciami!” Donna shrieked, enraged, walking quickly through the village.

“Silly Donna! What...!?” Angie protested, faced with her owner's attitude. “Hey, stupid!”

“Chiudi quella cazzo di bocca!” the woman yelled, making her voice bounce everywhere, causing the doll to thrash around in your arms and climb onto your back, hiding comically.

“Hey, that was rude!” the doll protested, hiding behind you again.

The woman in black growled, ignoring you, and continued walking back to the mansion.

You preferred to keep quiet, following Donna closely, but not stopping her. When she was furious, it was better to leave her alone. After all, poor Donna was sick, and that made her somewhat unstable.

The ventriloquist entered the mansion with a loud bang on the door, throwing the veil to the floor and not bothering to look at you.

“Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo!” she yelled furiously, kicking the innocent chairs in the dining room, unable to control herself. “Porca puttana!”

“Shit,” you whispered, lowering the doll to the ground, ready to intervene. “Donna…”

Angie ran away in terror from her owner's wrath while you slowly approached, avoiding ending up like one of those poor pieces of furniture.

“Hey, stop it!” you shrieked, grabbing the lady and preventing her from hitting another of the chairs. “Donna, please!”

“I'm useless!” the lady shouted, trying to get away from your hands on her shoulders, something she didn't manage. “Maledizione!”

“Hey, come on, stop it, darling, stop it,” you said in a soothing tone, cupping her face in your hands. “Calm down, my love.”

“She, she told me that…” she said nervously, blinking erratically, but slowing her breathing.

“Shh, I know, don't pay attention to her,” you whispered, hoping that your caresses on her face were enough to calm her down.

“What do you mean you know? Have you spied on me?” she asked, distrustful, moving away from you.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing her hand and slowly leading her to the last chair that was left standing.

“That doesn't matter,” you said, sitting her down and studying the trembling of her hands, the rage contained in her body. “That's it, there...” you sighed in relief, since Donna didn't seem to have any intention of moving.

“I'm useless!” Donna shouted again, making you close your eyes and bend over her lap, rubbing her legs, starting to despair. “Cazzo!” she shrieked, repeatedly hitting the table with her fists, making you grab them quickly.

“Donna, don’t!” you shouted in an authoritative voice. “No, stay still! Stay still!”

The lady glared at you, but stopped resisting, taking a deep breath, trying to calm down.

“That's it... calm down,” you said in a sweet voice, caressing her hands. “I'll go get your medicine, you're very nervous.”

When you passed by her, her hand grabbed your wrist tightly, preventing you from moving.

“No, no medicine...” Donna sighed, her gaze downcast, regretful for her behavior. “Please...”

“Okay,” you sighed, picking up a nearby chair and sitting in front of her, watching her hands. “Donna, darling...”

“Do you understand?” she asked after a few seconds of silence. “Mother Miranda considers me weak, a nuisance.”

“That's not true,” you said in a calm voice, praying that her anger wouldn't take over her again. “I was really spying and she didn't say so.”

“No, but... but she thinks…” she whispered, with a much more relaxed, shy tone.

“Bah, I don't think so,” you said, not knowing if you were being completely sincere. “She just cares about you.”

“(Y/N), I know you don't like her,” she said, knowing you too well. “I know you're just trying to make me feel better.”

“Well, I'm your girlfriend, right? It's my duty,” you joked, slowly taking her hand again.

“So what's mine, (Y/N)? Make dolls and wait for someone to be stupid enough to sneak into my territory so I can demonstrate my powers? Huh?” the brunette counterattacked, abruptly crossing her arms.

“Hey, if you gave me the choice between talking to people from the outside world or staying at home with my girlfriend doing what I like the most… well, I think you already know what I would choose,” you explained with an understanding smile, trying to make her see reason.

“You still don't understand, (Y/N),” Donna said, shaking her head, running a hand through her hair. “It's not about comfort, but about trust… Mother Miranda considers me weak and…”

“You're not weak, I know you're not,” you interrupted, drawing her gaze to you. “You have to relax, and stop putting so much pressure on yourself because if not…”

“If not what, (Y/N)? Do you think I'm crazy too? Oh, of course you do… Poor crazy Donna, she can't do anything for herself.”

“Donna, not again. You're sick, you're not crazy, and besides, that's not...” you said, starting to lose patience.

“Do you also think I'm useless?” she murmured in a sad tone, slowly getting up from the chair. “Don't answer, I don't want to know.”

“Donna,” you said, getting up too and surrounding her waist from behind, leaning against her. “You're not useless. You're a wonderful woman, the woman I love...”

“Mm,” she murmured with disinterest, turning around little by little and resting her forehead on yours.

“Is that a smile I? A very small one?” you joked affectionately, playing with her, pretending to tickle her. “Mm, Donna, if you only knew how much I love you...”

“(Y/N)...” the lady sighed, while you, seductively, hung on her neck.

“Besides, there are many things you do well,” you whispered in her ear, timidly biting her earlobe. “So many things…”

“You think so?” the lady whispered, lowering her hand to your leg, moving it to encircle her waist while her nails discreetly ran over your skin.

“Mm…” you nodded, letting yourself be carried away by her caresses under your dress. “Oh, yes, I do…”

The lady smiled, but not in the way she usually did. There was something in her gaze, something that revealed that her thoughts were still in the cathedral, that, although her hands were caressing you and her lips were very close to yours, she wasn’t thinking about them.

Leaving aside that mysterious air, you rushed to devour her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, one that you hoped would bring her thoughts back.

She reciprocated it effusively, digging her nails into your skin while biting your lips. Normally Donna was passionate, and many times she let herself go, but there was something very different in her movements, a rush and a furious, avid breathing.

“Mm, yes, you're very good at this, darling,” you purred in her ear, placing a hand on her chest to stop her kisses. “Come, I think we can continue talking in the bedroom…”

“No,” the brunette refused, letting your hand go when she started to drag it. “No… you're not going to tell me what… what I have to do.”

“Mm?” you asked mischievously, before gasping sharply, as the brunette moved first, grabbing your legs and lifting you into the air while her kisses prevented you from protesting.

“I'm not useless…” the lady whispered as she carried you in her arms to her desk, sitting you on top. “I'm not…”

“Of course you’re not, darling,” you said amused, moving your neck away so that she could devour it comfortably, biting, sucking, defiling your flesh in a hot, hurried way. “Mm, Donna… keep going here…” you whispered pointing at your chest, causing her to move away.

“Shut up,” she ordered you annoyed, with a cold look. “Are you going to tell me again what I have to do?”

“No, but,” you said frowning, wrapping your legs around her to bring her closer again “It's just advice, my love.”

“Cazzo… I don't want your advice!” Donna shrieked furiously, pulling away abruptly and getting you off the table. “Don't… tell me…”

“What you have to do,” you said, closing your eyes and moving your hands in a gesture of surrender, taking this rough, and unexpected treatment too well.

“Porca miseria… I'm fed up!” she shrieked again, turning you around and bending your body.

“Oh, as you wish, my love,” you said, blushing from the heat emanating from your body, from feeling so dominated.

The lady growled when you tried to kiss her and, with a sudden movement, lowered your head to the wood, making you hiss in pain.

“Hey, my love… be careful…” you protested, still laughing, with your head throbbing from the blow.

“I said shut up,” Donna hissed, giving you a hard spank. “I'm going to show you what I'm capable of, (Y/N)…”

“Mm,” you murmured curiously, trying not to move too much.

With a tug, your underwear went down to your ankles while her body positioned itself dominantly on top of yours, imprisoning it, leaving you with no way to escape, although you didn't want to, of course.

“Hey, Donna, wait a moment, shouldn't we play a little first?” you asked, noticing how her fingers buried themselves in your folds, experimentally, dirty, without any prior gesture of affection.

“Taci,” she answered, accelerating her movements on your clit, causing you to moan involuntarily, and the nervous movement of your legs.

“Gods… keep going…” you moaned, noticing how your wetness was increasingly noticeable, how you longed for her touch, how you longed for her inside you.

“I don't want to,” she protested in a childish way, giving you another spank and making the contact disappear, so you moaned desperately. “You're going to shut your mouth and let me do whatever I want with you, do you understand?”

“Donna, it really turns me on when you get dominant…” you moaned, writhing on top of the table, pleasantly surprised by that attitude.

“I'm always dominant, (Y/N), don't forget it,” she hissed, with another spank, releasing her erection with a gasp, rubbing against your entrance impatiently.

“Yes, but be careful because... Donna!” you screamed when you noticed how she entered you abruptly, without asking permission, without the foreplay that accustomed your body to accept her. “Donna, wait, give me some time to...!”

“Silenzio!” the lady yelled, leaning towards you, settling between your walls, stretching them in a hasty, painful way. “I'll do whatever I want.”

“Yes, I understand, but...” you said, hissing in pain when you felt a strong tug on your hair, bringing your face closer to hers. “D-Donna, you're big, let me adjust…”

“If you don't shut up, I will,” Donna whispered in your ear, releasing your hair and making your head hit the wood again.

Without warning, her hips began to move. They weren't calm, controlled thrusts, there were no kisses on your skin, but unconscious shivers due to the brunette's attitude.

Even in a hurry, your body quickly got used to her shaft, changing that slight discomfort into pleasure and heat, one that spread throughout your body.

“I... I'm not useless...” Donna growled, after a strong thrust, staying as far inside you as she could, hitting the table with her fist. “I'm not!”

“No, no my love... you're perfect,” you said panting, moaning uncontrollably from that excessive pleasure. “Gods, you're so hard...”

“I'm doing this well, right? Do you like how hard it is for you, tesoro?” the lady mocked, getting close to your ear before resuming her hurried movements, making the desk shake under your bodies.

“Yes, yes Donna…” you moaned as you bit your lip, adjusting yourself when the wood started to feel uncomfortable.

“Basta!” your girlfriend scolded you, spanking you hard and holding your buttocks, digging her nails into your skin. “That's it… Così stretta… Così bagnata…”

“Oh, Gods…” you gasped, suffocated by the pleasure, sitting up to feel more of Donna's movements, so that your walls caressed her erection much more intensely. “Donna!”

Your cries and moans seemed to go unnoticed by the lady in black, who growled as she leaned down again, moving her hips quickly, very close to you, making you almost feel the horrible sensation of her pulling out, but thrusting into you again moments later.

“How outrageous,” the lady mocked and, when you turned to look at her, you noticed she had a deranged look, completely different than usual, which made you start to worry.

“Honey, calm down, honey…” you said while her body moved faster and faster, fighting against her grip to try to kiss her lips, something you couldn't do, as her hand lowered your face against the wood again.

Her hands became shackles for your wrists, securing you in the same position without her thrusts stopping. She had you imprisoned, and it wasn't an unpleasant feeling at all.

“Look at me, Mother Miranda!” Donna shrieked with a nervous laugh. “Look what I'm capable of doing and you're not! That's it... You envy me! Is that it? I'm capable of doing this!”

Those words put you on alert. It was obvious that Donna wasn't well. That crisis she had before hadn't completely disappeared. However, that didn't stop you from continuing to enjoy it.

“Oh, don't name her… you're delirious,” you protest, as Donna bring the raven woman into such an intimate action.

“I can make her mine! I can cum inside and give her a child! You'll never be able to do that! What do you think of poor, crazy Donna now? Huh? Stronza!” she continued to rave, dangerously increasing the pace.

You couldn't process her words much, as an electric current shook all your nerves, forcing your muscles to tense, to break free from their restrictions and lean upwards, exclaiming a scream of pleasure at feeling your release.

“Cazzo! (Y/N)!” Donna shrieked, with a satisfied laugh, enjoying the wetness of your orgasm on her erection, the greater ease she now had to slide in. “Sto… sto per…”

“Gods, yes! Do it, fill me, Donna!” you said, kicking nervously at the jolts of pleasure.

“Sto per venire!” she moaned, stopping as her release coursed through your walls, wetting them, heating them even more.

The wetness you felt inside you excited you again, but Donna didn't seem to want to continue, she was exhausted. You could hear her labored breathing at the same time as her release began to slide down your legs.

“Gods, Donna,” you said, laughing nervously, freeing yourself from her grip and getting off the table. “It was…”

“Mm,” she moaned, putting her shaft away awkwardly and avoiding looking at your face. “Mm…”

“Shh… hey…” you said, worried by her lost gaze, by not seeing sanity in her only eye “Donna, what was that? You're not okay, are you?”

“I…” she said, shaking her head, wiping the sweat from her forehead and freezing when she looked at your face. “Oddio… (Y/N)…” she sighed worriedly, reaching her hand towards your forehead. “You're hurt.”

“What?” you asked confused, bringing your hand to the same place, noticing a blood stain on your fingers.

Suddenly your mind remembered that blow against the table and your head began to throb, although you tried not to give it importance.

“It's nothing, just… just be more careful next time,” you said with a smile, hiding the pain.

She shook her head, blinking rapidly, as if seeing your wound had brought her back to her senses.

“No, no, no…” she lamented, cupping your face in her hands. “What have I done!? I, I hurt you…”

“It's okay, Donna, it was an accident,”  ​​you insisted, seeing the concern in her eye again.

The lady in black shook her head, looking down at your wrists, marked with a small red line, right where she had grabbed you.

“Le tue mani…” she sighed, grabbing one of them slowly, studying the mark. “No…. No…”

“Hey, come on, it's okay,” you said, frowning as she ran her fingers through your wounds. “You were nervous, okay? I shouldn't have left you…”

“Yes, you're right, I… you shouldn't have left me… I hurt you… I hurt you!” she screamed, kicking the floor, losing her temper again.

“Shh, Donna, that's enough, that's it, it's okay, I had a great time and…”

“No!” the lady exclaimed, clenching her fists. “I h-hurt you… tesoro, I’m sorry, I…”

“Stop apologizing,” you insisted, trying to grab her hands, something she stopped by moving away little by little, as if she was afraid of you, or afraid of herself.

“I… I didn’t want to hurt you, I…” Donna sobbed, shaking her head, with her eye wide open and her chest rising and falling rapidly. “That wasn’t right… I didn’t… Gods, I did it inside, (Y/N), I could have gotten you pregnant,” she said nervously, coming closer and taking your hands, terribly scared.

“Come on, that’s not possible, honey,” you said slowly so she could process your words properly. “I’m taking measures, remember? Donna, honey, remember?”

“Y-yes,” she nodded shortly after, without calming down completely. “But, but I…”

“Forget it, okay? Nothing happened…” you whispered, resting your forehead on hers, wetting her skin with your blood. “Oh, wow, um… I should go wash up.”

Donna, scared, moved the stain from her forehead and studied your wound calmly, without saying anything, terribly sorry.

“Perdonami, per favore…” she murmured, with a deep pain in her soul. “(Y/N), I, I didn't want… I…”

“It's okay, my love… You'll always be the woman of my life… My beautiful Donna…” you whispered to comfort her while she hugged you tightly, shedding a sea of ​​tears on your shoulder.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” she squealed, muffled by your clothes while you simply closed your eyes, caressing her hair. “I’m sorry…”

“Come on, honey… let’s take a bath, okay?” you suggested, taking her hand and walking, or rather, dragging her towards the elevator.

It certainly wasn't how you expected the day to go.

Donna didn't speak during the bath. She was confused, disoriented and regretful. Despite your insistence letting her know that you forgave her and that it wasn't really that horrible for you, far from it, she didn't react.

But that silence only lasted until bedtime, where, without saying a single word, the lady in black dropped her defenses, bursting into tears, falling asleep in your arms.

“Damn you, Mother Miranda,” you whispered, cradling the brunette in your arms.

Of course you knew she felt terribly guilty about what had happened, but your focus wasn't on the consequence, but on the cause. How absurd; thinking that Donna wasn't strong was simply nonsense and you knew it.

She was the youngest of the Lords, she was sick, yes, but that didn't make her useless. How you would have liked to teach that arrogant priestess a lesson…

Little by little the situation calmed down and Donna seemed to forget what had happened at that meeting. Of course, you made a special point of not reminding her, of giving her much more affection than usual. You had to let her know how special she was to you, how much it meant to your heart to see a smile on her beautiful face.

The lady calmed down to your relief, and began to ignore the hurtful words of her adoptive mother, understanding what her place was, what her destiny was: to protect the village, and to be with you.

You, triumphant and satisfied at having solved the problem that tormented her, decided to act normally again, which involved, among other things, a stealthy night attack.

“Donna…” you sang, putting your hand in the sheets, interrupting the brunette's calm reading. “Let's see, let's see… what do we have here?” you teased, moving up her legs, placing your hand on the bulge between them, making her frown.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” she asked without looking at you, turning a page of her book.

“Playing…” you hissed in her ear, kissing her neck while your hand began to stimulate her slowly.

“No…” Donna said, moving away from your touch, blushing, but with a cold look. “No, (Y/N).”

“No?” you mocked, moving closer again, increasing the intensity of your grip on her more than receptive shaft. “Your body doesn't agree, Don, Don…”

“Don't call me that,” she protested, moving again. “Oh, come on, let it go, tesoro.”

“Mm,” you complained with a growl when she pushed your hand away. “But, Donna, you were getting…”

“I-I said no, don't insist,” the lady said, her voice weak, getting closer and closer to the edge of the bed.

“Hey, Beneviento, you haven't laid a hand on me for days, I demand some affection,” you said jokingly, comically chasing her under the sheets.

“I give you all the affection you want, (Y/N),” Donna murmured, pretending to continue reading. “Isn't that enough for you?”

“Come on, I don't mean that kind of affection... you know I love your kisses, your hugs... but there's something else I love, do you know what it is?”

“No,” she answered dryly, distracted again, until she realized what you were going to say. “Oh, cavolo, don't say it…”

“Stay still, I just want some…” you purred, moving closer one last time, which made the lady fall comically off the bed.

“Cazzo…” she growled annoyed as you peeked out, holding back your laughter.

“Donna, honey, are you okay?” you asked amused as she stood up, glaring at you. “Come here.”

“No,” she said childishly, crossing her arms. “What do you want?”

“Gods…” you sighed, shaking your head. “Sex, Donna, I want sex, I need sex, have I been clear enough?”

“Yes,” the doll maker said, nodding confused. “But, I'm sorry, (Y/N)… no… I don't feel like it.”

“Normally you're the one who...” you said perplexed

“Well, not now, (Y/N). Besides, I... I... I'm going to sleep in the office,” she said awkwardly, grabbing her pillow.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, you're not able to keep your... hands off me,” the lady defended herself, looking away.

“Fine, whatever,” you said grumbling and turning around. “Good night, Donna, I hope you enjoy that uncomfortable couch...” you yawned, with a smile hidden on your face.

“Ugh...” she sighed, after a moment of silence, getting back into bed. “Well, I'll stay, but, but... stay away from my penis, is that clear?”

“Yes, yes...” you said, rolling your eyes and turning off the light. “Good night, Donna.”

It seemed like an isolated incident, a simple rejection for some reason you didn't know, but it wasn't.

The next few days continued in the same way. It didn't matter how you came on to her, or if you just attacked her or told her straight up, Donna always rejected you. It was like she didn't want to be intimate with you anymore, something that made you more and more nervous.

Your movements left subtlety aside, cornering poor Donna whenever you had the chance. Even though her body always seemed receptive and you noticed a clear internal struggle in her gaze, she always refused or ran away from you, whatever suited her best.

Just when you thought everything was fine, trouble started to plague you again. You thought about what could be going through her head to refuse to merge with you, when you knew it was, without a doubt, one of her favorite hobbies.

Then you realized.

That argument with Mother Miranda had dug a deep hole in her feelings. Your excessive concern had probably led her to lock herself away again, surely with her insecurities constantly stalking her.

You didn't know what to do. Well, you wanted to get your sex routine back, of course, but there was something much more important to you: Donna's well-being.

“Seriously, what is she doing down there?” you asked Angie, glancing at the old clock, which revealed that, once again, Donna was spending more time in the workshop than she should.

“Running away from you,” Angie said, without thinking twice, which made you snort.

“Seriously? Do you think I'm overwhelming her?” you asked unsurely, remembering those days of constant persecution.

“It's pretty obvious, silly village girl. Donna doesn't want to make babies with you, accept it. She's probably noticed how ugly you are,” the doll mocked, making you repress your instincts to strangle her.

“But, but... what's wrong?” you asked, seeking advice from the least suitable person, or doll. “Is she mad at me?”

“How do you expect me to know? Leave my Donna alone for once,” the puppet accused you, jumping on the couch and pointing at you with her finger.

“Well... I guess I'll have to talk to her,” you sighed in defeat, regretting having to bring up the subject again, having to fight against her insecurities once again.

The doors of the workshop were closed, and, before entering and thinking about what you were going to say, you took a breath, gathering all the information you had, trying to find out what her problem was before an imminent crisis.

“Hello, sweetie,” you said, approaching her and hanging on her shoulders, kissing her cheek slowly.

“Mm, ciao,” she replied, concentrating on cleaning the imperfections of a porcelain hand.

“I thought I'd make dinner today, what do you think? You've been here for more than six hours, you need a break,” you said calmly, without letting your imminent interrogation show.

“I'm fine, I'm not hungry,” Donna replied, without losing her concentration. “Ugh, lasciami…” she protested when your kisses on her cheek intensified.

“Okay…the dolls…” you joked, moving away and leaning on her work table. “Come on, cheer up, I'm going to make pasta,” you hummed, raising and lowering your eyebrows.

“Now I'm really not hungry,” she said in a cold tone, highlighting some last details on the porcelain.

You gasped and gave her a soft punch on the shoulder, drawing a brief smile from her, a very brief one.

“Hey!” you complained amused. “You have no confidence in me…”

“The pasta doesn't have to crunch, (Y/N). Until you learn that, I'm afraid I'll have to reject your proposal,” the lady joked with a mischievous smile, leaving the hand on the table and looking at you fondly.

“Yes, okay, whatever you say…” you sighed, letting her gently pull you with a tender and sincere laugh. “Hey, Donna… we need to talk.”

“Cosa? Talk? Why?” she asked, suddenly freaking out, her face changing completely. “What have I done?”

“Well, rather what haven't you done…”you murmured, letting yourself fall into a nearby chair.

“What did you say?” Donna asked, without having heard you clearly. “D-Don't murmur, (Y/N), you make me nervous…”

“Do you know what makes me nervous, Donna? You, not saying why you keep rejecting me,” you finally said, in a serious tone, but gently taking her hands.

“L-Leave it be, (Y/N), it's better this way,” she murmured, pulling her hand away and turning around so she wouldn't look at you.

“Gods, Donna, why?” you insisted. “Hey, if I've done something...”

“You haven't done anything, okay? You haven't done anything,” the lady interrupted, clearly nervous, shaking her head. “I can't believe you're asking me those questions after what happened.”

“What happened?” you asked in a calmer, less arrogant tone. “I have no idea what you're talking about and... Oh, Gods, it can't be...” you sighed, realizing something. “It's because of that argument with Mother Miranda, right?”

“What? No,” the brunette denied effusively. “W-well, at least completely...”

“Donna, honey, everything would be much easier if you expressed your feelings better and…” you said sadly, causing an oversized reaction in the lady, who stood up furiously from her chair.

“Explain my feelings!? What do you want me to explain to you? Huh?” she shrieked furiously, with her hands shaking on both sides of her hips. “There's nothing to explain, (Y/N). I don't, I can't do it…”

“Okay, okay, calm down, breathe, honey,” you said with a calm voice, approaching slowly, very slowly. “Calmati, amore mio…”

“Cazzo…” Donna hissed. “Stop ignoring it, okay? Stop pretending that nothing happened that afternoon, stop pretending that you love me after what happened.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, crossing your arms, trying to remember to find the problem, without result.

“This, (Y/N),” she said, quickly approaching and pushing your bangs aside, revealing the mark of that blow. “I… hurt you.”

“Wait, you're not talking about Mother Miranda, are you? This has to do with what happened in the dining room and…” you said to yourself, blinking several times, finding a different approach to the problems, one that you hadn't given the slightest importance to. “Oh, no, Donna, you can't be serious… was all this because of what happened? Because you were rough with me?”

“Rough? No, (Y/N), I hurt you, I made you bleed, I wasn't careful with what I did, I hurt you… I… hurt you…” the doll maker repeated, with labored breathing.

“I already told you that nothing was wrong, honey, you were very upset,” you began to say, but she abruptly shook her head.

“And I took it out on you. You paid for my frustrations, I… lost control and…” Donna explained, moving away again, stopped by a hand on her waist.

“But, Donna…” you sighed with a tender smile, caressing her cheek. “My love… That's why you avoided making love to me, right? You were afraid of hurting me.”

She simply nodded embarrassed, closing her eye to enjoy your caresses.

“I-I don't want to lose control again… Mother Miranda is right. I'm n-not right in the head and…”

“Mother Miranda is stupid,” you affirmed arrogantly, tilting your head. “Your only problem is that you take everything she says seriously.”

“Of course I take it seriously, she created me, she…” Donna murmured, confused and annoyed by your contemptuous tone.

“Nonsense, you existed before that witch put her claws on you,” you said confidently, sighing and closing your eyes. “She doesn't know you as well as I do, she doesn't know what you're really like.”

“I'm sick, (Y/N), I'm not right in the head, you know that. Everything... everything she says affects me and... I lose control, it's not the first time it's happened to me but, but not like that, not with you, you're the only thing I don't want to hurt, amore mio...”

“Donna, your only problem is that you let your problems devour you,” you affirmed, getting closer to her trembling body. “You're not alone anymore, my love... you don't have to suffer in silence. I'm with you.”

“I-I know but sometimes it's...” the brunette said, about to shed a tear.

“Too much, I know,” you finished, gently grabbing her waist. “Look, it's true that you were rough with me, that you hurt me, but I've forgiven you, my love, I know you won't do it again. Donna, you're sweet, tender, loving... you're not like that, you don't have to be like that if you don't want to, do you understand? No one can control your feelings, no one has to tell you how you are or how you should act, much less that stupid priestess.”

“It's not about that, (Y/N), if I can't control myself...”

“Who tells you that you're not capable of doing it? Her?” you asked in a more serious tone, clinging to her body. “No, honey, that's not true. You're a wonderful woman and I know you would never hurt me, I know...”

“I already did,” Donna sighed, letting herself be hugged, but reluctant though. “I-I don't want to do it again so... you should... you should...”

“Ugh, Donna, you're so stubborn,” you protested amused, shaking the brunette. “I want to make love to you, I like making love to you. I don't want us to give up on this because some bitch has put it in your head that you're not capable of controlling yourself. It's not like that; you know it's not like that, Donna.”

“I-I... Io...” she stammered, unable to refute your arguments. “I like making love to you too, (Y/N), and... I want to do it, but...”

“If you say again that you don't want to hurt me, I'll smash one of your dolls right on your head, is that clear?” you threatened amused, softly kissing her lips. “My love... you have control of your life, of your actions, and you said it, you would never hurt me, right?”

Donna shook her head slowly, letting herself fall into your arms.

“Never, never, never…” she repeated in your ear, grabbing your face with both hands. “Ti amo…”

“Mm, me too,” you said, blushing surely due to that forced abstinence. “Well, since everything is clear… sit down,” you ordered, pointing at the chair. “I want you to make me yours, now.”

“Now? But, but…” the lady protested, letting herself be dragged, being sat down with a gentle push.

“Shush, not a word,” you said, moving your underwear to the side and sitting on her lap. “Now, my love…”

“W-Well, it's, it's okay…” she whispered, noticing how your hand attacked her again. “(Y/N)…”

“We're anxious, aren't we?” you joked, grabbing her incipient erection and freeing it from its prison, positioning it at your entrance.

“S-Sì…” she confessed, letting herself be carried away by your movements.

“Ah… Gods…” you moaned as you felt her inside you gently, riding her very slowly, in an improvised, but satisfying act. “That's it… Donna…”

“(Y/N)…” she moaned, cornered by your hands and the irresistible movements of your hips.

“Do you want me to tell you a secret, my love?” you asked between gasps, relaxing your movements and getting closer to her ear.

“Mm…”

“I really liked when you were rough with me… when you dominated me… keep that in mind for next time, okay, my love?”

[uncanny-tranny]

You know, the simplest thing I do to maintain hope and also acknowledge my emotions is to add a "yet" to whatever I want to complain to myself about.

"I'm not done being angry... yet"

"I'm not ready to let this go yet"

"I'm not happy yet"

I definitely think it can be toxic to refuse to acknowledge negative emotions, but it can be helpful to remind yourself that there is hope and that negative experiences do pass. You don't have to "get over" negative emotions because it's a bad thing to have "negative" emotions, not at all, and please don't use this post to guilt yourself over negative or uncomfortable feelings. Just know... it's okay to be hopeful, it isn't foolish to wish for a good future for yourself

[deoidesign]

My mental health is bad but I don't think that's reflecting in my work at all. Why do you ask.

[carnivalls]

.

See the thing is. I know I'm good at writing. Like I have my weak areas or things I need to improve in, but it's not a skill I otherwise spend a lot of time feeling insecure about because a) if I don't believe in my writing literally who will b) if I want to publish my writing I ought to at least feel a resting level of good about it because editors and agents likely will not be cradling my face like a prize cat and telling me how talented I am while asking for their edits c) I've always had an audience for my writing even at its worst– I started sharing my original works online when I was around 16 & that really helped sell to me the idea of 'there will always be someone out there who likes what you do' d) untalented men never think this hard about the quality of their works and they always end up published anyway and e) I don't have many other thoroughly developed skills so why not have one I feel good about. Having said this. Awkward feeling to realize you're one of the authorial weak links in your postgraduate creative writing degree's social circle

[ilikeyoshi]

some days are just "maybe i have a psychotic disorder and that's why i'm Like That" days

[utilitycaster]

could people who think Critical Role has Lost The Magic (TM) because it's no longer livestreamed and the people who throw endless sobbing fits about having three weeks off from the main campaign in the main tag all fight each other and leave the rest of us in peace finally

[whereismyhat5678]

Nah man, I really gotta stop doing certain things

If you don’t wanna read you don’t have to, I’d say it’s KIND OF a vent but not really because I can’t take myself seriously like at all-

First things first there is one major thing I gotta stop and it is I HAVE TO STOP SAYING SORRY 24/7 my PARENTS have told me to STOP BUT I DONT- ITS INFURIATING. It’s like- you ever like try to go cold turkey on a habit that you do but you end up still doing it even if that cold turkey didn’t last for even an hour? YEAH ITS LIKE THAT- it’s a habit that I’ve built slowly upon and now it’s become a problem because anytime I DO say sorry over something minor my parents tell me to stop. I get they’re trying to help me, I love them for that, but it’s difficult when you assume anything you do and that you get a look for is your fault. Not their fault either if anything it’s mine for creating the habit but I’m telling you I just can’t stop it. It’s hard, and I hate it 💀

Second, I am a yapper. And there ain’t anything wrong with yapping first of all it’s just a problem and issue for me because I realize that I ain’t a multitasker. When it comes to be narrating to myself while doing something, chances are, I ain’t getting anything done because im too busy telling my life’s story to A WALL. And it’s especially become a problem because my mom (although is very interested with what I have to say) always tells me that I really just need to get stuff done and over with. I respect that, so im REALLY gonna try and just shut up. And I gotta be honest here I talk way too much for one person dude I just need to stop 😭😅

AND FINALLY, something I’m really trying to stop but it just keeps coming back to me!

Listen if I had the ability to clone myself: I would sit her down and give her a lecture on what she does sometimes ain’t very smart and I REALLY gotta stop doing it.

But I gotta wait, cuz time does take a little bit and I know it’s gonna be a slow process getting these habits to stop. But you know what, that’s okay. I’ll be patient with myself, I’ll try to be. I’m gonna be okay. We’re all gonna be okay together.

🫂

[caterjunes]

what is it about lesbian media that fills me with the heaviest & most profound sadness in the pit of my stomach, in my throat, under my heart.

[bibuckleykinard]

how many times do we need to learn as people that irony and hyperbole can be harmful because 'jokes' aren't easily distinguished from genuine thoughts and feelings until we stop rewarding people for speaking or posting about violence

like even if you're joking/don't actually believe that/think whoever you are insulting is bad/immoral/fictional therefore deserves it - ad hominem attacks always do more harm to the people who share those characteristic then the individual you intend to cause harm to or discredit

[autistook]

I appreciate having such a good support system.

Major trigger warning: self harm

An hour ago I was sitting on my bed after hurting myself and I had already written a note, said goodbye to my cat and had my palm full of pills.

My IRL and online friends talked me through it. One friend drove here in 5 minutes when I asked and another one bought an early train ticket to be here tomorrow when he was supposed to return to this city in week from now.

My friends saved my life tonight.

I still feel hopeless and empty, but maybe it will get better. Just a reminder to have a good support system I guess. Without them I would be gone right now.

[asklesbianonceler]

Did I call out of work today just to lay in bed? Yes. Yes I did.

[lunar-years]

I've been living in such a nice bubble of the internet (Ted Lasso fandom) where pretty much everyone at least likes the characters I love that I forgot what it's like out here as a Stranger Things Jonathan Byers fan ✌️ all i can say I'm glad we're not getting s5 until 2026 (probably) I'm no longer emotionally strong enough for this.

[danielnelsen]

there’s so much i wanna do this week/month/etc but i’m just too sick, i have no energy, i can’t sleep, i’m constantly nauseous and headachey and on the verge of a migraine, i’m stressed and irritable and impatient and panicky…….how tf did i survive nearly 5 years of high school untreated if i can’t even manage this when i don’t have any major obligations rn

[sunnykeysmash]

something we have discussed is how dennis was the only one who could understand mac and that's great but can we also discuss how it must feel for mac that no one can understand him

this seems to be accentuated by how off he keeps being about things (offering of war/dennis being shot being "awesome"/being unable to read subtext both with dennis ["figure of speech"] and donald) and how much he's looking for a sense of meaning that he used to find in his identity until s15 made him realize how pointless it was (in a way that reminds me of his crisis in goes to hell 2...), but legacy, history, money and prizes are worth nothing if your heart is not in it.

and in a way I think dennis is coming to the same conclusion which is why he's the only one who can understand mac.

dennis "you're just being honest about how you feel" reynolds, so concerned with authenticity and upset by the perceived lies when it's just his own denial making it that way. that's building the biggest lie of all.

if we're looking for the Point, then the point is to have fun and embrace feelings. Big Mo already showed this.

it's interesting to me how it seems that mac and dennis are working off of each other in the way sunny works as a whole. because if mac is the structure and the text, and dennis is the subtext and the jokes (it's how he's trying to communicate in inflates but it's also the whole reason he comes with mac in madbu), they kinda NEED to be working together for the show to work... they need to find their harmonies, they can't just one or the other lead, they gotta have each other's back.

and also like, a small coda. this season deals so much with nostalgia vs how the past really was, there's so many flashbacks.

becoming aware of denial and reality can feel really upsetting but ultimately it's a positive development.

if "the hair is a lie" chopping off the head isn't the answer, that was the old way of doing things (in times of war... murder, betrayal, beheadings... "we figured out what works a long time ago"), but now we're looking for peace. basically, death isn't the answer. building your legacy doesn't have to be like pulling teeth. "this doesn't have to be a scam"

it's a good thing if we start seeing things for what they actually are, because it means less denial.