#and if im doing Bad bad then ill deal with it however i need to 👍

[phagodyke]

still miserable but meds working so it's fine at least I can concentrate on my work instead

[be-good-to-bugs]

maybe i WILL get to move back home

[milo-is-rambling]

Had a nightmare last night that many different large scary animals were trying to break into the house I lived in in New Hampshire and I kept running around and locking doors and screaming and crying and begging for my family to help me and they were just sitting and laughing or sleeping or living their lives and I was watching huge black bears pound on glass sliding doors and fog them up with their breath as they drool over the idea of demolishing my family and there were like big mountain lions finding small holes to crawl through trying to get in and I’m sobbing and bleeding and kicking them and trying to get my family to do something and they don’t even notice and act like I’m crazy

[jyakkopotto-saddo-gaaru]

i think the main thing i hate about 'suicide units' in school health classes is how bad the advice is. like wtf??? no dont tell a persons parents theyre suicidal without the persons permission thats fucked up

instead of doing what school tells you, please follow these rules:

dont tell authority figures about someone's suicidal thoughts/sh unless you know theyre in active danger or they gave you permission. its a breach of privacy and trust, and it could put them in a bad spot if their parents are abusive.

please dont treat a suicidal person with pity/babying. its just plain demeaning. unless youre sure theyre okay with something else, treat them normally and just check in on them more.

and if YOURE suicidal, they dont even teach you how to deal with it or cope, they just give you 988/other hotline and send you on your way. its superficial care.

here are some ACTUAL tips if youre suicidal/struggling in anyway with mental illness:

if you cant do things the way youre supposed to, then cut corners. some is better than nothing.

the little things can make a difference. seeing your keychain always makes you feel a little better, so take that keychain everywhere. it wont fix everything, but a little bit of joy can go a long way.

find other people who are struggling like you. online spaces are a good start! however, if you feel like the environment is just making you feel negative and more depressed, you should leave to prevent further harm.

FIND THINGS YOU ENJOY. please. whether it be rhythm games, reading, drawing, hell, doing math equations, things that youre passionate about can be like a rock to support yourself when it gets bad. they make you feel better, they give you a purpose (though you dont need one to be worthy of life, remember that) and they give you something to connect to others with.

try to get some sunlight. vitamin D deficiency is awful and can cause serious depression, so letting the sun do its job can make you feel a little better. bonus points for either going outside or opening a window to get fresh air!

as soon as you can comfortably and safely do so, please try to go to a therapist to help you figure out how to cope with your symptoms. theyll still be there, but they can live alongside you instead of preventing you from living.

a lot of this stuff can be good for executive dysfunction too! if you need depression meals, a basic rule of thumb is to try and get all the food groups. if you only have instant noodles and some eggs, then make the instant noodles as cook the eggs in the broth. if you only have rice, peanuts, and some hot sauce, put those together. etc etc. there are tons of great resources out there too, ill probably reblog later with some.

most of all, of you seriously think youre at your wits end and might kill yourself after another issue, or maybe your parents yelled at you, or maybe you got laid off, whatever it is, call a hotline. things can be fixed, but if theyre fixed when youre gone, you wont be around to see how happy you could be :(

okay thats all. i hope i gave a few people better health education than school did. try to drink some water and maybe have a snack if you havent, and remember, i love you!!

(ps im not a licensed professional nor am i an expert, ive just been pretty depressed and suicidal for a long time, so this is speaking from mine and other's experience. if anyone else has something to say on it, i encourage sharing!! lets use our collective knowledge to defeat the pta mandated shallow health class)

[vxiphoid]

✦ HOME SWEET HOME(MATES)

❨ leona as your roommate ❩ basically roommates to lovers, i am dying for this trope holy shit. kinda ooc leona (im not sure but ill put this here anyways.), some cursing, mention of marriage like once, other than that really fluffy.

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MOVING IN, WELCOME HOME, LEONA !!

MONTH I

when he first moved in, you were expecting some imperious, egotistical, loud-mouthed prince and well, the imperious part wasn’t exactly wrong. you barely even see the dude and when you do, he’s on the couch, slumped. half of the time you forget you even have a roommate. hell, the dude barely even talks to you. the first time you actually talk to him, after a month of living with each other, is when he placed an assload of dishes in the sink after you had respectfully washed them on his week.

that’s how you found yourself practically hip to hip with a prince, elbows deep in soapy water, hands brushing occasionally. he refused to wash the dishes he had purposely dropped in the sink while you were finishing the last dish. how long was he hoarding these in his room? you didn’t know but you made a deal with him. you help him wash the dishes but he has to finish the rest of his week, simple enough since it is his responsibility. hell, when you saw the tower he placed in the kitchen you damn near tore his ear off dragging him back to his mess. what were you, his mother? maybe he just needed some house training, assuming he lived in some mansion with an unimaginable amount of maids.

leona’s chest rumbled and his ear flicked with discomfort, his lip twitching upward into a grimace. sparing him a glance, you bumped his hip with yours. “lighten up, its not that bad.”

“i think i just touched peanut butter. wet peanut butter.”

your stomach tightened and you instinctively pursed your lips to prevent the laughter bubbling in your throat. okay, maybe it was that bad. his tail flicked your leg in annoyance. he has to give you some credit, some. washing dishes wasn’t the most pleasing thing however he had to admit, you weren’t that bad of company. now he was the one stealing glances at you, emerald eyes roving across the expanse of your figure before finally settling on your face. easy on the eyes. he returned his gaze to his hands that were violently scrubbing a dish.

he even returned your gentle hip bump.

ITS LATE, TALK TO ME

MONTH II

he’s actually been in your room a few times, mostly when you’re out, so he can steal that comfy ass bed of yours. though tonight, its clearly different when the lion comes stumbling into your room and plops down on your bed. its weird, at first, but you slowly slid beside him and stared at the ceiling together. it wasn’t until you made some comment that started the late night, half-asleep talking.

“oh! that one dude,” you snap your fingers for remembrance, “ruggie, was it? does he actually eat dandelions?”

the vibes that radiated through your room is therapeutic. mood lighting, a person to talk to, and a dedicated playlist for this occasion. leona’s voice is rather calming with the slight hint of drowsiness, someone you would definitely pay to have a story read to you. he’s told you more about night raven; his acquaintances, not friends, what he’s studied. the college sounded like a lively place, unlike the boring shared apartment route. though, it is a little less boring now.

leona hums, your question quickly answered with acknowledgment. “yeah. he’s weird like that but he’s alive, thats really all i care about.” he says. his voice is soft and slightly deeper than what you’re used to hearing. it makes something in your chest constrict and tighten at the same time.

“he eats pumpkin seeds, don’t he?” you deadpan.

leona lets out a noise that sounded extremely similar to a laugh to which he, badly, attempted to cover up with a cough. you practically spring up, “are you.. laughing? did i just make you laugh? the leona kingscholar?” “nuh-uh.” the more you continued to shower him with this teasing, the harder it got to actually compose his grin, he’s already turned away from you. the look of pure mirth on his face is enough for you to forget what stress you ever had. in a weird way, you feel kind of privileged knowing that you were able to make him smile. you’d take this over any other day, perhaps you liked your new roommate.

OH LOOK, A CAFE !!

MONTH III

leona was actually contempt to take a small detour from your walk together, he really didn’t care where went. all he knows is that he needs a nap. you were actually looking for somewhere nice to sit down to help leona with his studies, the cafe down the street sounded like a decent date. study date. no one told him there were cats in there!

“how is it?” you ask smugly.

leona looks up from the table, a half glare shot at you as he sucks cupcake frosting from the pad of his thumb. he releases his thumb with a wet pop and a once over at his lips, “i like it as much as much as you like stealing my clothes.” then he pushed the cupcake into his mouth, his eyes flicking to his button up around your body.

you intertwine your fingers, resting your chin upon your hands. “it was in my dirty clothes basket, i washed it, therefore it is mine.” you quip back playfully, taking a sip out of your latte.

“it literally has my name sewn onto the back.” he counters.

“yeah, with the smoothest fucking silk i’ve ever felt!” he shrugged as to say no big deal but you knew he secretly liked it from the way he kept eyeing it, just not enough to admit vocally. you’re the only person he could tolerate wearing his clothes, so sue him for not being able to wear anything else in your house for some days until they got clean. “think about it; if you marry me, we’d share the same last name, eh? eeeh?” you wiggle your eyebrows at him.

he huffs, a playful smile gracing his features. “oh, you would just love that, wouldn’t you? have a little field day?” he raises an eyebrow as he takes another bite of cake, his voice full of mock amusement.

a brown cat hopped onto the table, your little corner now surrounded by the cute animals. almost all of them taking complete interest in your dear prince. rubbing their warm bodies against him as if they had been waiting their whole life for him to show up. one by one, they hop onto him, sniffing at his neck as if he were their food and he sat stiffly. you on the other hand indulged your one kitten with satisfying scratches under its chin, staring in pure adoration as a cat rubbed its face against leona’s cheek. you had to take a few pictures, it was a must have in your camera roll.

“papa cat with his litter of kittens.” you cooed softly as you snap another picture.

leona’s ear flicked in irritation, “cheka is enough.”

ITS SPA DAY !

MONTH IV

leona was already suspicious when you willingly lead him to your room, even more when you pat your lap. what is he, some cat? still laid down though, a win is a win. its crazy how comfortable he’s gotten with you. so comfortable, he’s letting you card your heavenly hands through his thick mane to pin it back for whatever substance you’re going to rub onto his face.

leona’s right eye spontaneously closed as you neared his face with a dropper, the glass tube smeared its cool continents on his cheek. “what’s this one? part ninety-nine of glass skin treatment?”

lord knows he doesn’t need it, he already has glass skin, it was just an excuse to poke n prod his squishy cheeks. you didn’t bother do answer, instead rolling your eyes and rubbing the serum onto his skin. its been what, twenty minutes? leona hasn’t fallen asleep, mostly because he’s staring at you. the dim lighting made your skin glow, made you glow. in the dark, you were a star that would have burned down by now if not for a miracle or magic spell, was he that spell? like an angel or an extraterrestrial. your stare was hypnotic. your stare made him forget everything around him, your gaze made him lose his footing. he felt himself moving forward and backward at the same time, the air between you became charged.

“you have a weird taste in roommates, herbivore.”

your hands pause at the curve of his neck, then move up to run through his thick hair. your touch made his skin flush, his breath hitch at a low frequency. you grin, “mm, yeah? is that right?”

his eyelids flutter at the feel of your thumbs rubbing over his temples, “you’re doing the thing again.” he breathes out. you chuckle, “the thing? the temple rubbing thing?” “your little thing, the smile and that voice thing.”

“ohh…” you roll your tongue against the roof of your mouth before smiling wider, “should i stop?”

he doesn’t respond right away, the moment stretches into minutes. he’s fading in and out of dreamland and wanting to stay awake for more of your touch. “jus’ a bit longer.”

RAINY DAY IN, MOVIE NIGHT ?

MONTH V

you two actually had plans to go to out but when opened the door for you just for it to be absolutely pouring outside, he settled for a movie. you got all the blankets while leona got all the snacks. what movie you both were watching? he doesn’t know, you make a phenomenal pillow though.

the tv was basically just murmuring, your vision unfocused as your hand absently played with leona’s hair. you knew that once he lied down, he was going to fall asleep. his whole weight flush against your body and cheek smooched into your chest, his tail swishing slowly showing he was awake in some way. you shift your head to look at him, catching a whiff of sweetness from his hair. some sadness settled in the pit of your gut. leona wasn’t always going to be here, he had to return to his studies and his royalty business. you couldn’t keep him even if you tried.

“did you fall asleep or are you upset, herbivore?”

his voice startled you out of your revere, you hummed in response, his words not quite processing correctly.

“your heartbeat slowed and you stopped playing with my hair.” he said as if it was the most obvious thing ever. you hadn’t even noticed you stopped stroking his head. you turn his head to hold his face in your hands, his eyes droopy from sleep. those eyes doing the unimaginable to your heartstrings. “you gotta to go back, don’t you?”

leona gives you a slow blink, his hand resting over yours. “‘course i do.” he yawns.

it was a really selfish thought, wanting to keep him forever. if you had the chance you would carry him in your pocket at all times.

“here,” leona removes his hand from yours, taking something from his pocket and holding it up for you to see. its a ring, its silver color catching the light from the tv. on his ring finger was a slightly bigger one, matching pairs. “its a promise ring.” he takes your hand from his face to slide it onto you but you pull your hand away. he’s confused at your reaction, looking at you like you’ve grown an extra head. your eyes are glossed over, tears forming. something was screaming that it was too early, that he was moving too fast. then your lips lifted into a grin, you laugh but they come out shaky. “its a promise ring, you gotta make a promise, leo.”

“you’re so sappy.” he frowns albeit the blanket of relief blanketing over his heart. he takes your hand once more, securely this time. “i promise to come back.” he places a kiss to the pad of your ring finger before sliding the silver band onto it, returning your hand to his cheek and pressing a firmer kiss to your palm. you watch the silver bleed into a rose color, a soft vibration in your finger when leona’s changed as well. you smile widely, tears streaming down your face. emotions flew and popped like fireworks throughout your body, uncontainable, freed. you laugh as he leans his forehead onto yours, wiping your tears with his thumb and letting out a few purrs of content.

“you’re really happy, huh? so happy you’re shedding tears for me?” “mmhmm, shut up. lemme enjoy this, enjoy you. please?” “as you wish.”

LAST, BUT NOT FINAL, GOODBYES

MONTH IV

welp, its time to say goodbye. you had your ups and— well, mostly ups, you never fought with leona. by the time you had helped leona pack his stuff and belongings, it was past noon. he looked the least bit of interested and you were doing most of the moving. in his own way of saying he doesn’t want to leave, he lazes on the couch and sometimes tugs you down with him.

“you’re sure you have your toothbrush, your expensive hair products, everything?”

leona let out a pained groan from the couch, his ring finger buzzing. “herbivore, you’re stressing.” your eyes flicked to the band on his finger, the color fading to a wine red.

he held his arm out to you, to which you inhaled, held it, then let it out through your mouth when you were under the warmth of his arm. “i know… i just want to make sure you don’t forget anything, leo.” your voice was muffled as you breathed into his chest.

“if i forget anything important, id buy a new whatever it is. you’d want it more though, for when you’re missing your better other half.” leona nudged his chin into your head and you visibly relaxed against him. he let himself sink into the softness of your body, wrapping his arms around you, his fingers trailing up and down your back in a soothing pattern. a thrum shooting through both of your fingers signaling a color change in the rings.

…then the sound of buzzing from the coffee table.

leona curses, apologizing as he reached to get it. taking a glance at the screen he sighs, patting your hip. “that’s my ride.”

he had already shipped off his heavy luggage to night raven so the only thing left to do was wish him off. its not the last goodbye, you’d see him again. only through a screen and through texts before he has his next break and can see you again. you stood on your front porch, shifting your weight from leg to leg while you worried your lip. he eyes you, slowly opening his arms just for you to pounce on him. enclosing your limbs around his body as tightly as you could, your face pressed into his neck, your hands gripping the fabric of his jacket. he chuckles, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “you better come back.” you mutter.

leona sets you down, wiping any incoming tears from your eyes. “i promised, didn’t i?”

your lips curl up in a watery smile. he pulls away from you, making his way to the car waiting in the parking lot. you had this stupid little grin on your face when you noticed the happy whip in his tail from the interaction. halfway to his ride, leona stops, turning on his heel and sprinting back to you, yelling that he had forgotten something. you were already beginning to scold him but was quickly silenced by his lips. he kisses you sweetly and with enough passion to rival that of the sun, his hand gently cupping your cheek, thumb running across the skin there. you lean forward, melting into the kiss, and the two of you finally separate after what felt like an eternity. his eyes are glistening, a slight sheen over them betraying his emotional state, but you had no qualms about kissing him, even after the short months. it still makes you dizzy when you see the love radiating from his eyes.

“you got a partner in six months? are you fucking kidding me?!”

you peek over leona’s shoulder, a boy with short fluffy hair and blue eyes, big hyena ears from his messy hair yelling from the car window. just like leona described him, ruggie. your prince kisses under your eye, his demeanor quickly changing as he faced ruggie. “you have no game, that’s all. don’t blame me for being simply better.” leona states calmly.

only when the car pulled off did you notice your ring beaming gold, magic swirling beneath the thick material.

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[rez-urrection]

I saw someone else on here saying how Rick needs someone with a different moral compass to go with him on adventures because otherwise it'd be an echo chamber of bad decisions, and thats why he brings Morty (very outspoken against him) rather than Summer (very often outspoken against him, however very much aligns with his violent impulses)

and I agreed with that, however I wanted to add my own theory as to why he brings only Morty, which kind of goes along with theirs.

I lost their post/url so I dont know who it is who posted that, but if I find it ill reblog with a link to their post, or if one of you find it youre welcome to do that for me !!

okay, so. it seems to me that another reason Rick would take Morty most times and not usually Summer is not only because Summer is more likely to become a moral echo chamber, but because Morty is the most likely in the family to not end up another Rick.

let me explain what I mean:

Rick has witnessed the citadel and how that ended up, he's implied to have witnessed the deaths of so many people (not just Ricks) for being too confident in their smarts. he knows that his life style kind of ruins you if youre as smart as he is because you start getting to know that you are.

this won't happen with Morty.

Morty is a lot of things; resourceful, highly adaptive, good in combat (when he can be), quick on his feet and passionate. but one thing he isnt, is like Rick.

Morty gets none of his traits from Beth or Rick. he isnt inhumanely smart (in fact its canon that he's quite the opposite), he isnt predisposed to being cold and uncaring, he isnt as impulsive (he still is, just not as much), the list goes on.

not only are Summer and Beth predisposed to end up like Rick, they have, on many occasions, acted exactly how Rick would've acted in situations. and to me, it seems like that scares him.

Morty however is very different to Rick, and Rick knows that very few Mortys ever end up even a fraction of the man he is.

Mortys are not predisposed to end up cold and uncaring, in fact Mortys are predisposed to be the exact opposite. Mortys are "hardwired for forgiveness." theyre empathetic, loving, forgiving. Mortys rarely harden into the kind of person Rick is, or the kind of person Summer and Beth would be.

Morty is the obvious answer to who Rick should rely on - he'll never be bad. Morty is good at his core. at least most of them are, of course just like there's outlier Ricks (c-137 himself), there's outlier Mortys, but as a general statement, Mortys are good at their core.

kind of off topic, but I also beleive that c-137 is good at his core.

let me explain.

he is, by admission, a different kind of Rick. he wanted to stay home, to be there for the girls, he was even willing to give up his dream of science just to be there for him.

when they died, so did a part of him.

he lost the love of his life, and he lost his daughter. he lost his perfect little family.

and what did he do ? go insane trying to find the person who did this to him, and get rid of them.

the things he did on the way were kind of a "in the grand scheme of things" type of situation.

again another blog already said this (here) (hopefully that worked), but when Prime said he c-137 could've been him- he already was. he was in the exact same situation that Prime was. he offered someone infinity, and they rejected it. but instead of going the way Prime did, which was killing the people around Bird Person to force him to travel infinity anyways, he just moved on. he got upset at first and tossed some weak insults, but he moved on. because, as the above post says, its not that big of a deal. it wasn't the end of the world for him.

now, im not saying c-137 has never done anything wrong. hes done a lot of things wrong. what I am saying is he's good at his core; his goal was never and still isn't just to hurt people. his goal is revenge and in his eyes, its a ticking time bomb. anyone in his way has to be swiftly dealt with because he's running out of time.

also - of course he can't show how much he loves Morty. he doesnt know if Prime is still watching him, but he does know that the Omega Device could very well still be on operation, and he finds out he was correct in this assumption in Ultmortricken.

if he had shown his love for Morty often at all, who knows what Prime would've done with that information.

[ideyaag]

i just saw the movie and boy do i have thoughts

spoilers for venom the last dance

THAT FUCKIN ENDING HUH!!??

this movie is full of interesting choices and ending it with a montage to maroon 5 certainly is a choice!

for real tho i love some of the character moments, venom is a sweetheart as always, ms.cheng is awesome and i really enjoyed the little road trip family.

however eddie i feel like couldve been more emotional.. i know his whole deal is that hes gruff and always just wants to go home but like, they've been together for a full year, its the finale! and hes still being apprehensive to enjoy being with venom. he obviously needs him and loves him or else he wouldn't be willing to be on the run with him and he says so himself that he needs him, BUT there were so many opportunities to push that more!

i wanted him to be desperate and heartbroken when he realized the gravity of the situation they were in. i wanted him to break out and rescue venom himself to reunite with him. i wanted it to be obvious to anyone that eddie loves venom as much as venom loves eddie. but it just never hit that hard.

also! WHY ARE WE SETTING UP A NEW STORY!!!!??!!?!!!?

a new villain (who honestly they didnt do a good job setting up in the first place) who they dont defeat by the end. and a new protagonist that will be the one to stop him.....

if you're wondering where i got this its the credit scenes

the mid credit scene is the bad guy that venom just sacrificed himself to stop him from being free, says something along the lines of "thats ok darkness will still come that just means you lost your hero" so..... the sacrifice was for nothing!?

and then the end credit scene shows a cockroach coming out of the rubble and getting zapped by a taser that was dropped there...

this is obviously referencing how the new lightning scientist lady (forgot her name) is going to be the one to kill the bad guy who venom and everyone else failed to kill the symbolism is pretty clear: she has a tragic backstory regarding lightning and she just got a symbiote with lightning powers so shes tha taser, and the hunters that theyve been fighting the whole movie was blended in a plane engine, blown up, torn to shreds, stabbed and always got back up, they are the cockroaches. she even says at the beginning of the movie that she knows cockroaches would survive the blasts from the deconstruction..... this could also mean that the symbiotes lived but i doubt it....

and killing literally every symbiote except the one the new protag has was so unnecessary, i liked the one christmas girl had they were great together.

and again the villain.... they really gotta remember to show not tell..... venom dumping all of this info onto us was not a good way for me to retain it lol. i got some but i must be missing something cus what i got feels just really convoluted and just leaves me with more questions.. but not in the oh i have to find out way, but in the why the hell is it like that way.

so the creator of the symbiotes is locked away cus hes evil but the key is in a codex which only happens when a symbiote and its host fuse souls after the host is brought to life... and he also made symbiote hunters which go after the codex to free him so he can kill everything....

there are so many things i just don't understand about that and i think ill just leave it there because its midnight and im tired lol

dont take this seriously and get mad at me, critiquing shit i like is how i have fun lol

this is just my post movie thought spew lolol

[watsername]

Are you fully removing yourself from dtblr now?

i’ve made a post with a brief summary of my thoughts and feelings right now but ur not the only person to ask so ill make another . the short answer is not really . long answer under the cut. we’re actually getting into my whole mental breakdown as well so tw for graphic desc of sa

i just need some time to figure things out . i know i sound like a broken record saying it but sa is not an easy topic to deal with for me personally . im aware that the situation was somewhat blown out of proportion and it doesn’t actually compare to the genuine coercion and force i experienced but the past few days have been heavy .

a lot of it is because of the frequency, i am so happy that people have been comfort so enough to come forward about their experiences but there has been a complete lack of nuance regarding all of these situations it’s been very reactionary and coming online seeing never ending untagged borderline graphic descriptions of sexual assault or rape affects me physically . it’s been 3 years and i still experience physical symptoms after being triggered . my ears start ringing, i get dizzy and out of breath and nauseous and i cry . bc i remember how terrible i felt . and nuts something that still affects my relationships to this day.

one thing about it is that i can really sympathise with caiti . our cases are different, i verbally and physically refused physical advances from my abuser but after it happened i found myself trying to justify it because I invited him to watch a movie with me I didn’t push him away enough and someone was interested in me!! at least someone was interested in me . and it’s why i have a hard time regarding the ‘regret’ comments . because i don’t know that if people knew my story they’d say i was just regretting being intimate with him and stating that because i now felt violated after regretting the experience it didn’t mean i was violated on the night . i don’t think my abuser knows what he did to me . but it doesn’t change the fact that he forced me into that situation . i also want to say i don’t really consider touching someone’s waist sexual assault . it can be a form of unwanted physical contact that makes you uncomfortable but the act unfollowed by any sexual contact is not sexual assault . i do believe her feelings are real however and i can sympathise with that delayed fear and discomfort .

this is not an isolated incident as i’m sure we are all aware . for as long as dtblr has been around there have been controversies of sex crime. a lot of them have been faked, we all remember the period of 2021-22 where there was a new burner account every week accusing a member of the dteam of sa until bbh threatened legal action against one of them . and then there was the drituation . although these were faked, they contained extremely triggering details of grooming and assault. i needed time away then too . i’ve said this through every drummy ache but nothing is worth our physical and mental suffering. there is no creator no person that i would allow myself to suffer for .

the internet is reactionary. people will say things and blow things out of proportion to further their moral activity even if it means deliberately spreading triggering misinformation as a punch in the gut to make people agree . i’m not talking about the victims right now but rather the reactions from fans . over the past few weeks we’ve seen allegations of varying degrees aligned in badness with one another when that simply isn’t the case . sensationalising trauma is the new in thing and it prevents private conversations where there should be some and it’s encouraged by fans online so they can get a fix of their daily drama .and i understand it’s because it’s involving large creators and people want to spread awareness of their behaviour but the line has to be drawn somewhere between what should be public and private matters and there has been a mix of both in the past few weeks .

this need to ‘take down’ someone as opposed to discussing matters in a private setting to come to an understanding of the events without the influence of the public has created a spectacle of sexual assault. anything that is mildly uncomfortable or inappropriate is being labelled as on par with sexual abuse or rape which is not the case at all and it’s creating environments that are actively harmful to survivors by having their traumas brought up where it isn’t necessary or equating people who have made mistakes or bad decisions to their abusers .

this is something that has been ongoing since 2020 and will continue to happen with varying degrees of validity behind these comments and its up to us as viewers to decide what’s real and fake depending on the evidence before us but we don’t know what’s been taken out of context what’s been fabricated what’s straight up slander vs what is real admissions of harmful behaviour and its exhausting to wade through . it might seem selfish that i’m kind of saying i don’t want to know about other peoples sa experiences but i dont . i don’t want to have to wade through pages upon pages of details or hours upon hours of proof to accuse or debunk someone of a topic that physically affects me .

i’ve already said i’m not becoming an anti i hold no serious denouncement of the dteam at all but i need to consider fandom dynamics and if i am willing to deal with these accusations over and over again because we all know it’s not going away . dream had people ADMIT they faked his grooming allegations and it’s still held against him . george did make someone uncomfortable and it’s not up to me to dictate caitis feelings on that but george’s perspective does put into play a perspective of body language that is being weaponised to jump to sa rather than bad communication and awareness of the situation . it’s a lot . and i need time to get myself into a better headspace and figure out if im willing to be involve in further reference of these events .

and also fuck quackity bc ppl are using the past few days to say oh quackity is the only good one left as if he’s not literally being monitored by international labour unions

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im adding on a few things . i am uncomfortable with the way some people have been making light of the whole situations here . there’s borderline (fully) misogynistic posts flying around that are being shared as jokes and memes but it really diminishes the weight of some of the situations at hand and as well as the very real women discussing their situations . im not calling anyone out bc this is has been shared all over my dash so its clear that this is just a preference of mine that i personally find discomforting but i hate the way it makes me feel seeing posts relating abuse of women to homosexuality even though it is in a joking manner it just made me really uncomfortable .

im also tired of the words abuse and assault being thrown around without grounded evidence. there has been no sexual situations as far as we are aware . there has been no sexual contact as far as we are aware . there needs to be distinctions between what is discomfort or creepy and what is exploitation or abuse . i’ve been around lots of creepy guys but only one has sexually assaulted me . throwing words around without any substance behind them diminishes the value of the word until people see it as just another insult . by insinuating touching someone’s waist, although uncomfortable to caiti where she was unsure how to address she did not want that to happen, is a form of sexual assault it creates a form of radicalism of sexual abuse where it becomes is every uncomfortable touch a sex crime? no it’s not. it’s going to trivialise what it means to have been assaulted and being invalidation to victims from wider audiences with lines like ‘let me guess a guy touched your shoulder and you screamed assault’ . we are already blamed for what happened to us and to further trivialise it by mislabelling your discomfort and bad experiences as abusive or exploitative it’s providing a potential fan to those flames . and that’s why i say although i believe caiti is valid in the way she feels that her discomfort and delayed trauma is valid i do not believe she was a victim of a sex crime but rather she was in a position where she was made uncomfortable by a creepy older guy .

im also just so fucking tired to logging on to sex scandals of the dream team where everyone was 18+ and no sex occurred because at that point it’s just digging up anything you can to prove someone else’s hypothesis to be semi reality .

george did fuck up . he made a very young woman uncomfortable and should have prioritised reaching out to her to apologise for her discomfort and subsequent emotional weight instead of an extremely defensive take that, yes, can provide further situation but ultimately comes off as a take disregarding of the very real feelings that caiti was experiencing in order to prove people wrong . he is allowed to defend himself but the emotional impact on caiti should have been a lot better acknowledged . i just wanted to make sure that people were aware that despite the fact i do not think george is a sexual predator and that it is a phrase being extremely abused by the internet, i do believe he did something wrong in this situation .

this whole thing is messy and complicated and exhausting and punz needs to shut the fuck up nobody cares

[xxxg0ryygurlll13xxx]

i seem to be surrounded by horndogs and their slutty girlfriends.

i mean i dont wanna sound like a prude i dont plan on "saving myself for marriage" or anything in fact the quicker i can get the label of "virgin" off me the better but actually "doing it" is kinda scary. the closest ive ever gotten is buying condoms (which are way too expensive at my local CVS) and bringing them to my bfs house once. i pussied out of actually doing it tho. maybe ill just lie to ppl and say i have done it. my friend isnt a virgin she never really made a big deal abt it tho when she broke up w that guy, she did make a big deal abt having sex tho. for weeks shed talk abt how she "needed" to get laid again and how good it was, and how i wouldnt get it when i responded w "u have a right hand dude". which tbf i wouldnt but still kinda rude lol one time i was playing that miku rhythm game in front of her and she was like "lina ur gonna be a virgin forever" which may be tru but i dont plan on becoming a nun. several times i have been called a "virgin" as an insult or been told its not surprising i am. which idk if thats a compliment or insult......at least im not seen as easy ig?

and i am well aware that in 10 years, or even 5 years none of this will matter and nothing anyone at my high school calls me or thinks of me will matter but it bothers me now. my bf is lucky hes the only guy in his friend group w a gf so he doesnt need to lose his vcard to prove anything to anyone they already think hes cool for that. i however am in a diff predicament. i mean the thing the other catholic girls school in my area say abt us is "*school name* high *school name* low *school name* girls love to blow!" which from what ive heard around school from girls isnt entirely false.

worst part is is that i cant even use the excuse that no guy will sleep w me. i have a bf for fucks sake whos been waiting for me to be ready for awhile. hes sweet abt it tho cause i feel a bit bad abt it. anytime we talk abt it he tells me not to force myself and that it really doesnt matter if i lose my vcard or not and that hell wait as long a i need. hes so sweet like that. but i feel bad for him i mean its been like a year since he brought up doing it. i even bought condoms, went to his house saying i was ready and then pussied out when i got there. the girls in pornos seem to be having a great time and so does my friend so idk maybe my fear is unwarranted

idk whats scarier sex or being a virgin till i die.

[goldenempyrean]

can you write something supercorp where lena has to do a public announcement but is obviously sick and is doing a bad job at hiding it bc shes sneezy and sniffly? Please 🙏

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〚 Notes - This request was super super cute and I had fun writing it :D Im still super open for requests too, I might update my prompt list later today! 〛

〚 Pairing - Supercorp 〛

〚 Summary - After buying Catco Lena has to announce it to the public - just her luck that she ends up sick on the day of the announcement 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1700 〛

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Lena Luthor, CEO of L-Corp and scientific genius. The last thing anyone expected of her was to buy CatCo Media. 

Yet, here she was, the day of the announcement. Some might’ve expected her to be beaming with excitement or enthusiasm. Any two would be a normal reaction to such a big day but excitement was certainly not the emotion was she currently feeling. 

Sat in her brand-new office, Lena sniffled and rubbed her red, irritated nose with a tissue, crumpling it into a ball before tossing it into a nearby wastebasket. She had been dealing with this cold for a couple of days now, and it seemed to be getting worse at the most inconvenient time possible - much to the worry of her girlfriend. 

Her head was pounding, and her nose felt like it was on fire. She sniffled and reached for another tissue, but to her dismay, the box was empty. "Of course.” she muttered to herself, frustrated at her lack of preparation. She rummaged through her desk drawers, desperately searching for any spare tissues, but to no avail. Just great. 

The press announcement was scheduled to start in just a few minutes, and Lena knew she couldn't delay it. CatCo's employees were already gathering in the conference room, and reporters were waiting downstairs.  

This deal was significant for both L-Corp and CatCo, and she didn't want to disappoint anyone, especially not the CatCo staff who were looking forward to a new beginning under her ownership. Not only that, with her the weight of her last name constantly overshadowing her work, it was imperative this went as smooth as possible.  

And so, she stood up shakily, trying to collect herself despite feeling so under the weather. Her vision blurred for a moment, but she steadied herself on the edge of the desk until the dizziness passed. She knew she had to just make it through this announcement, and then she’d be swiftly taken home by the blonde Kyrptonian who was anxiously waiting to dote over her. 

The large double doors of the conference room sneaked open as Lena quietly came in - she wasn’t one for making scenes - the room was packed with bustling reporters from across the city and she tried desperately to land on Kara’s soft familiar eyes in the crowd. Lena had no such luck however, not with all these people constantly moving, but she did see the hurried form of her assistant rushing over towards her. 

“Are you sure you should be doing this, Ms. Luthor? You don’t look well at all. Should I call Kara? I think one of the security guys pulled her aside for a moment.” She said, nodding over towards the front of the stage where Lena recognised Alex in her DEO issued security vest talking with Kara. So thats where she was. 

"I'll be fine," Lena managed to say with a forced smile, trying to hide the severity of her illness, “Everything will be fine.” Her tone wavered a little, almost as if she didn’t quite believe herself there. 

“Lena!” The worried voice of Kara was instantly at her side as she approached the stage, “Sorry I had to talk with my sister for a second there. Are you feeling any better than this morning?” 

She shook her head. Kara had tried so hard to convince her to postpone this morning, but the Luthor was stubborn, and she muffled a hoarse cough before replying, “Kara, love. You don’t need to worry so much, it’ll be fine…” She shivered, a sharp chill running down her body – her low cutting shirt did little to ward off the cold. 

The blonde sighed, taking off her thin cardigan and pulling it around her shoulders. There wasn’t much more she could do. Maybe if there weren’t so many people, she would’ve just flown her home there and then. “Just... don’t push it. I’ll be right behind you.” Kara whispered, taking the Luthor’s hand as they both stepped on stage before the Kyrptonian took a few steps back to let Lena have the podium. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being here today," Lena began, her raspy voice in stark contrast to her usual confident tone. "I'm here to announce that L-Corp has officially acquired CatCo Media. We believe that this acquisition will lead to exciting new opportunities for both companies and revolutionise the media industry." 

She tried her hardest to focus on her prepared speech, but her congested sinuses made it difficult to enunciate her words clearly. Not only that but every word she spoke felt like a struggle, and she had to suppress several sneezes that were threatening to escape. Which worked…for about 30 seconds. 

"Hh'uhh… hih'schhh! Ehh'tschh!" Lena's face scrunched up as she stifled the sneezes, her cheeks turning slightly pink from both the effort and embarrassment. 

Whispers started to spread among the audience, and Lena's assistant discreetly handed her a glass of water. She took a sip to soothe her throat and continued, attempting to maintain her composure. But as she spoke, her voice grew progressively weaker and more congested. 

Kara stepped closer; concern etched on her face. "Lena, honey, if you’re not up to this we can reschedule. People will understand.” 

"No," Lena insisted, her voice wavering. "I can't… hh'uhh… afford to postpone this. It's… important."  

With some heavy reluctance Kara left her side and Lena continued to soldier on, determined not to let this overshadow the significance of the announcement. But the more she spoke, the worse she felt. Her nose was running, her head was spinning, and her body was growing weaker with every passing moment. 

Just as Lena was about to conclude her speech, she let out a sudden, powerful sneeze that she couldn't hold back any longer.  

"Hh’hhiii…Hh’iishieew!" The sneeze echoed through the room, and Lena's shoulders slumped as she tried to catch her breath. Kara was by her side in an instant, keeping her steady arm wrapped around the Luthor’s waist.  

“You’re okay, you’re okay.” Kara whispered as she saw the panic settling into her girlfriend’s eyes as turning her head to avoid her lips being read, “Sweetheart just wrap things up now, you’ve done more than enough here now.” 

The audience was now fully aware of her condition. Some looked concerned, some sympathetic, and some even suggested calling off the rest of event but Lena raised a hand, signalling that she had a few more words to say. 

"I apologise for my condition, as you can see from this spectacle I’m just as human as the rest of you." she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper but it earned a small chuckle from the crowd, "I am truly excited about this acquisition, but it seems my body has other plans. Rest assured, though, that CatCo is in excellent hands, and I will ensure its continued success." 

With that Lena turned away from the podium, straight into the waitings arms of Kara who carefully helped her down. The room was filled with a mix of applause and sympathetic murmurs, and Lena could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment as the blonde ushered her back up to her office. 

“You did so well love.” Kara whispered one they shut the door behind them before reaching out to move the several stray strands of hair which had fallen out of place and in front of the Luthor’s eyes, “Oh baby, you’re really burning up here, aren’t you?” She whispered, as her hand moved to press against her forehead. 

“Do you think they accepted it?” Lena mumbled in reply, her feverish head still swamped up in work. 

“Of course, they did, you made everyone proud out there today.” The blonde gently soothed her nerves before nudging her back to the prior conversation, “Should we get you home then love? Come on, I’ll fly us just this once.” Kara didn’t like to use her powers for personal reasons but flying was the fastest way to get her home. 

As they stepped outside, Kara noticed the chilly evening air. She gently wrapped her red cape around Lena, providing her some extra warmth, and then scooped her up into her arms with ease.  

Lena snuggled closer, resting her head on Kara's shoulder, finding comfort in the warmth of her super-powered girlfriend. 

Kara's flight back to Lena's apartment was swift, and she gently landed on the balcony. She carefully carried Lena inside, making sure not to jostle her too much. Once in the living room, Kara set Lena down on the soft, plush sofa, and Lena immediately sank into the cushions, her eyelids heavy with fatigue. 

"Stay right here, love. I'll get you some water and a few blankets," Kara said, her voice soft and soothing. She quickly went to the kitchen and fetched a glass of water, along with a couple of blankets from the bedroom. As she returned to the living room, she saw Lena already lying down, her eyes closed. 

Kara couldn't help but smile at the sight of her girlfriend looking so vulnerable and cute, even in her current state. She gently draped the blankets over Lena, making sure she was warm and comfortable. Kara then sat down next to her on the sofa, stroking Lena's hair tenderly. 

Lena stirred slightly, mumbling incoherently, and Kara couldn't make out what she was saying. But it didn't matter; she knew Lena was exhausted and needed rest. The Kryptonian leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Lena's forehead. 

"Just sleep, Lena," Kara whispered. "I'll be right here, watching over you." 

Lena's hand weakly reached out and grasped Kara's, holding it tightly. "Mmm, 'ove you," she mumbled drowsily. 

"I love you too," Kara replied, her heart swelling with affection for the woman before her. She stayed by Lena's side, keeping a watchful eye as her girlfriend's breathing gradually steadied and deepened, indicating she had finally fallen asleep. 

And a watchful eye she kept indeed. Throughout the rest of the day Kara stayed back her side, ready with soothing words when fever fuelled nightmares plagued her dreams or when fits of coughing left her unable to rest. Through it all Kara was there, holding her close and never letting go. 

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strawpage response lmoa

"maybe the reason it's wrong to harass the MAP is because it's a mental disorder that she's getting help for and has never harmed children or plans to. 🤔 mental illness support until it's someone that doesn't fit your narrative"

Hey! im not harrassing them lmao if I was I wouldve probably posted the shit that they have said beforehand

On a seperate note, having a mental illness does not give you the right to do certain things like that, it can explain *why* you did those actions but it does not justify them. Im glad they are getting the mental health help that they deserve, and I support that they are getting the help they need.

I agree that people tend to romanticise mental health. If I were harrassing the person, you could make this statement and it would be factual. However, this would only be applicable if I said hurtful things against them and if I genuinely harrassed them by doxxing or exposing the messages that we exchanged and trying to make them look bad. Sadly for you, this is not the case and I am being respectful to them, only warning others about their internet presence. You can counter my argument by saying that me calling them a pedophile is making them look bad and therefore is harrassment, however this is incorrect since I am using the actual terminology and objective language. You may think that this is something that makes them look bad but this is because pedophilia is generally seen as a bad thing in society and not because the word itself has literal negative connotations (only means attraction to children).

As someone who also deals with the less glamorized aspects of mental illness and has been ostracized by it, my initial reaction to this message was frustration and I was insulted that someone would think that I was doing what they have done to me since I was a child. However, I understand that that is not the purpose of anons msg and that it is a genuine observation that they believe they are seeing, a misinterpretation. Im sorry that it looked like I was making fun of them or harrassing them because of their mental illness, I am not, and I dont believe that that would be helpful in any way. I am just telling everyone that this fanfic writer is a MAP, and if they dont like that they can block them.

Anon, if you want to talk about this, my DMs are open, and I wont expose the messages. We can have a conversation about this, and if you want to stay anonymous, send me an ask about it or continue using strawpage.

[starfruitgirlie]

guide for highschool to not suck

HEY GAMERS! I catch myself a lot looking at people younger than be and being annoyed or thinking "wow I know so much more than you" but when I was the age they were at I desperately wanted to be older and I wanted to know what I was doing and I sucked at life. Im 17 so I can only give life advice up to that point. I was absolute garbo at age 13-15. I was cringe, fowl, thought I knew everything, was experimenting with my identity and style, had acne, had access to the internet when I probably shouldn't have, the works. Instead of looking down on a reflection of myself I want to give advice on how to make things a bit better. Unfortunately, you can't avoid being cringe. However I was mentally ill and had adhd, and there are things you can do to make those things less sucky. (disclaimer I am not a professional and you should always reach out to a trusted adult or a therapist for help and not the internet!)

So highschool sucks it's awful it's absolute doodoo. I changed school districts so I went into my freshman year not knowing ANYBODY. I was also a cringe gender non-conforming queer kid with a bad haircut and bad fashion sense so I know what it's like to be picked on. so this is for anybody already in highschool or going into it or just wants to know what to prepare for.

I can't sugarcoat it highschool is so bad. It's not all bad, you can have nice experiences but ultimately it sucks because when your entire social atmosphere is insecure teenagers everything sucks. I just completed my junior year and I feel like I have made a lot of realizations just in that year alone. I'm not a senior yet so I'm just dipping my toe into college prep stuff so I am no where qualified for that so if that's what you want go somewhere else and if you get good advice tell me I need it. so this is starfruit's guide on how to NOT SUCK HIGHSCHOOL! (from someone with no friends and is lazy)

no one is looking at you as much as you think they are. I don't mean this as a "you're full of yourself" statement, it's an anxiety thing I still deal with. Embarrassing incidents are going to happen unfortunately. You forget deodorant, you have your period, you trip in the hallway, your pants rip, all the sucky stuff. There are going to be some assholes who laugh and make you feel bad but most people are going to understand. everyone knows what it is like to feel embarrassed and it won't be a disney-channel bully type scene if you mess up. even though social media doesn't show it, people make embarrassing mistakes and have accidents. It took some time, but I had to learn to laugh at myself and not take myself as as seriously. I don't spend my whole day hyperfocusing on other people or going out of my way to laugh at someone. It can be tough especially if you're as shy as I am but there will always be kind people who will offer help in situations like that. As you grow things will be less embarrassing. i am not at the point where that feeling is completely gone but I yearn for the day.

I was in my first AP class this year and at first I was super super self-conscious. I am a good student, but the people in that class made me feel stupid sometimes. They all took like 6 ap classes when that was my first one. reality check!! it doesn't matter. your future employer isn't going to go "So did you take 6 ap classes at once and get 5s on all of them?". highschool doesn't matter as much as you feel like it does. don't get me wrong, still try but be kinder to yourself. Don't compare your grades to somebody else's. A big part of this too is not asking people for what they got on a test even if you think they got lower. It's not done out of malicious intent, but I know for a fact a lot of good students ask other people for their scores to feel better about their own when someone answers a lower grade. When people ask I say "I don't tell people my grades, it's just a personal thing I guess" and people will move on. A big thing for juniors is the ACT. the day those scores came out it was awful. I had to delete instagram for a week when someone I knew posted their super-good score just to brag. everyone was asking what I got and everyone was comparing scores. "Oh I got a 34" and when somebody said "28" I heard "that's not that bad!". that is a phrase I hate. "it's not that bad!" SHUT UP!!! You can avoid this by not telling anyone your scores. the only people who know my act score are me, my therapist, and my parents. and I intend to keep it that way forever. I'm grateful that a lot of aspects of school come easy to me but this is applicable for students at any level. my grades don't make me any better of a person. What is important is to try your best and only compare yourself to yourself. if a C is your best effort, that's good! You tried and you put in hard work. school is not a true judgment of how smart you are what matters is you are trying and learning.

don't be on snapchat. my school used it for a long time to spread nudes and take pictures of alt people and make fun of them. and to also send threats. "what's yo snap" is not flirting. it makes me want to hit you with a metal bar. I can't really explain all that much but I just hate snap chat and I will never use it.

don't spread information you aren't sure is true. big and small highschools both can start rumors that get out of control. a kid who I never knew was talked about so much and the rumors kept spiraling I have no idea what is or isn't true. it's also just not that fun to talk about?? I mean there is a certain enjoyment in gossip but if you're just making fun of someone behind their back it's not cool and even if you're laughing in the moment that's not healthy behavior. and if your friends shun you for not wanting to do that and being uptight, get new friends.

ask questions. if you are confused in class, ask. even if it's a dumb question. I admit I have thought before "are you dumb" when someone asked a question but at the end of the day I'm just a hater and that person benefitted from hearing an answer and learned. if you can, email your teachers and go in during your study halls or lunch hour for individual help. I never would have passed ap calc without all the days I spent in my teacher's classroom during my lunch period.

set boundaries with your friends. you can still show your friend you want to talk to them and value their friendship and express you want to listen in class. also you're just annoying if you talk the whole time. that's the hater in me coming out I'm sorry.

stop following made-up social media teen rules you hate. that makes me sound old when I say that but I can't describe it any other way. an example of this is instead of asking for someone's snap, just say "hi I really like you do you want to go on a date and can I get your phone number?". have real human interactions. Just because Brady Smith and his friends always sit at that table at lunch doesn't mean you can't sit there if you get there first. just because it's "cringe" doesn't mean you shouldn't do it. Be polite. shake someone's hand instead of dapping them up or whatever the hell. high five unironically. read a book in class instead of being on your phone. it doesn't mean you're trying to be quirky. it just means you want to read a book and people who make fun of you for reading probably should be the ones reading.

which leads me to: read more books. doesn't have to be something profound like a classic. it can be shitty YA vampire love triangle. it can be the series you loved in middle school about dragons. it can be something super long and profound. it can be non-fiction, it can be manga, it can be whatever!!!!! just read!!! just because someone to your left is reading jane austen doesn't mean you can't read warrior cats.

this might be more of an american thing but participate in dress-up days. this helped me overcome a lot of my social anxiety. even if no one else is doing it, I am going to dress like a cowboy because god damn it, it is dress like a cowboy day. i guarantee nobody cares. There's this kid at my school that regularly shows up in different costumes and I think its awesome and I also don't care. It could be some random tuesday and I could see Goku in the hallway and go "That's weird" and go about my day. Dress like Goku. End up on the school snapchat story with popular kids putting comments over it with a skull emoji. be free. The same kid also dressed up accordingly for holidays. Kids like that make you smile and you remember them fondly. my sister had a classmate who brought a toy thor's hammer to school everyday. i guarantee people made fun of him but thats awesome dude. nobody cares and if they do they need to get their priorities checked.

do your work in class so you don't have to do it at home. it saves time and you have more time to be lazy. if you have to work at home make sure to keep a planner. It's not cringe you're just being responsible. write it down or it will be gone from your brain in an instant and it will be 3 am and you will be writing a last minute research paper and not remember how to do citations.

make accommodations for yourself at school. for me this looks like dressing comfortably even tho I want to be stylish. It's also always bringing my headphones to school to have music on so I can focus. There's no reason to make school hard for yourself, bring things you might need, you don't need to raw dawg the day.

if you can, utilize time before school and after school to get help. I know so many people are busy so this might be tough but most schools will have resources like saturday school or they open early and have teachers who come in to tutor. at the end of the day though, prioritize you over your grades. You should still try but if you need the day to play video games and sleep, play video games and sleep.

to sum it up: stop comparing yourself to other people, compare yourself to you. only you know what you've been through and your level of growth. it's easier to be a happy teen when you arent worried what other people think. I hope this was useful!!!! thank you for reading if anyone made it this far.

[openminded-freak]

just saw the post about welcome home writing requests, and I'll be adoring one!

The request on my part, is wally darling dealing with s/o who had traumatic times with trusting people. Im just curious since I've seen other people write about s/o being touch-starved, so i wanted to test it!

Hope this is alright for you for a writing topic!

Wally Darling x Anxious!Reader

Word count: 711

When you had first moved into the neighborhood, you were a bit freaked out if you were being honest with yourself. It was so different. The people were so different. They had welcomed you with smiles on their faces and arms, and hearts, wide open. It was a nice change, but it made you anxious. What if you didn't live up their expectations? What if they didn't like you?

You tried to bond with them anyway. You always went to whatever activity they invited you to, from their neighborhood picnics to Sally's productions. You were always a bit anxious no matter what it is, everyone could tell, but your neighbors tried their best to put you at ease.

However, Wally noticed more than just your apparent social anxiety. You'd flinch whenever Julie would run up to you and try to wrap you in a hug, and seemed to cringe whenever the neighbors got excitable and raised their voices. Loud, sudden noises made you jump, like slammed doors or something falling and hitting the ground with a "Bang!"

Whenever he noticed your fright, he'd be there at your side with his usual smile. He had a variety of ways to keep you calm, like holding your pinkie with his to keep you grounded, or talking to you with a quiet, calm voice. You got used to him somehow appearing whenever you needed him, and the two of you became close.

When you woke up in a cold sweat from another nightmare, the first person you called was Wally. You knew he'd answer.

"Oh, hello Neighbor.. What's wrong? Another bad dream? That's no good.. I'm on my way," and with that, he'd hang up and be at your house in minutes.

He always found a way to get you back to sleep. Sometimes he'd read a book aloud and his voice would lure you to sleep, or he'd sing sweet lullabies while holding your hand.

He was always there for you, day or night, so it wasn't a surprise when you found yourself falling.

You noticed how you've started to blush whenever his hand touches yours, or how his intense eye contact made your face hot until you'd avert your gaze. You always caught yourself daydreaming about him whenever he was away. You were developing a crush on him and and you knew it.

Wally noticed the small changes in your behavior. How could he not? He's observed you since you moved here and made it his business to know all that he could about you. He just didn't know the reason why. Was his friend falling ill? That would explain the redness in your face, at least. He decided to ask about it the next time you were together.

You were out taking a walk together when he took the opportunity. "Neighbor..? I'd like to ask you something."

"Hm?" You hummed, avoiding his intense stare yet again by looking ahead of you.

"Are you alright? You've been acting differently this past week.." Wally gently grabbed your hand while speaking.

Your brain short-circuited for a moment. Not only did he notice your behavior and asked about it, but he's holding your hand. This little man has to know what he's doing (he doesn't).

After a moment, you recollected your thoughts. "O-Oh, yes, um.. I'm fine hahaa.." you laughed it off, awkwardly.

"Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, Neighbor.." He assured you. Your cheeks flushed a little more before you cleared your throut and met his gaze before looking away again.

"Well.. there is something.. I like you, Wally. A lot. You've been here for me every time I needed you and you've become someone I can depend on. It's been a while since I've had someone like that.." You confessed. Everything was a quiet for a moment before he responded.

"Oh, is that it? You didn't have to hide that from me, Neighbor.. The feeling is mutual.." With that statement, he kissed the hand he was holding (it wasn't exactly a kiss, he just held it against his mouth and said "mwah").

Your face went red, and you could feel your heart doing somersaults. You smiled and intertwined your fingers with his as you both continued walking.

"I'm glad.."

A/N: This isn't reallg what you requested but it was the best I could do ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯. It's hard to write for someone with trust issues when I don't really struggle with that so I had to go with the next best thing. I hope you enjoyed it regardless, sorry!

[i-write-sin-not-tragedy]

So, I am worried about Lucifer staying at the Hotel. I feel like having a super powerful and influential character on the crew would make every problem too easy to solve.On top of that, I am afraid that it might underestimate Charlie’s character more. Like, I feel the show made a big deal to show that she is naïve and sheltered. I feel like she still depends too much on her dad and friends . That is fine. However, I kinda want to see Charlie learning to defend herself on her own and solving her own issues. She did a little of that in season one, but I want to see her develop more. What do you think?

Charlie, IMO, has the classic "Shonen protagonist" character type where i think her bonds and friendships ARE her power.

I keep seeing a lot of people focus on her physical power levels and being "helped too much," but im asking you— why is getting help so bad? Charlie just isn't a natural fighter. She's a lover, a listener. She's good at connecting to people. Having the others and her dad around to help isn't a bad thing for her at all.

Idk if its just bc shes a female protagonist, but I do often see people dismiss the actions of a female lead if she isn't depicted as some raging badass who doesn't need help and thats never set well with me.

Charlie's character has always been that shes not the best fighter, and she doesn't *want* to be. Love is her power and i think thats a deeply respectable thing.

Learn to defend herself? But she did?? She has? Many MANY times. Granted, she tends to be more ready to fight for someone she cares about more than herself, but i find that DEEPLY relatable. Husk did call her out for "wanting to fix everyones problems but her own" so shes fully aware of her own behavior. I'd like to see that explored for sure, how she clearly doesn't see herself in a good light. But her actions have gifted her this adoring family who all immediately banded together to help her because she loved them.

I have SUCH a soft spot for characters who only know how to love others, not themselves, and the turn around being that because they've given so much, all these people are happy to give back to them.

I think my best comparison is that she actually reminds me a LOT of Sora from kingdom hearts

(I could also go on a whole platonic!Rainbowdust rant here about how both Charlie and Angel are great at caring for others but not themselves and how that clashes between them but owkfkwkfke god i got a whole ass fic about that ill stop here)

I don't exactly know how having Lucifer around will change things, but i doubt this writing team will use him as a fix-all. They didn't with Alastor, so i doubt they will with Lucifer either.

[polyamorouspunk]

hii taking you up on your advice offer 😭 ur poly so maybe u have more experience with this than me, how would i break up with my longterm partner?

we’ve been dating for 2 years, it really has seemed perfect but lately idk its just felt wrong. we’ve kinda planned our lives around eachother and moving in together once we graduate, but i cant make myself want to kiss them or be romantic anymore, i dont want to respond to their texts, i get annoyed at them for no reason. they havent done anything wrong theyre wonderful its a “its not you its me” situation to a T.

all of our friends are mutual friends, but most of them were technically my friends first (all the people they used to hang out with sucked) so im scared if we break up they wont have anyone to talk to about it. i really dont want to hurt them.

i honestly might realize this is just me being dumb and all of this will pass and ill want to be with them still once it does, but since i have no clue how id break it off i feel so trapped. i want to know i have a way out if things dont get better, i want to stay with them because i truly changed my mind not because i didnt have a choice.

Not in a poly sense but just a “have had a few relationships” sense I guess I can offer advice.

So I’ve never actually broken up with anyone before, except for the last guy I was messing around with (Catboy) just because as much as I had sooo much feelings for him it was like the most unhealthy “relationship” for me. Like I finally realized like “oh I’m actually NOT better off seeing him, my mental health is ACTUALLY worse” because of his shenanigans.

However, I did have a long term partner who I dated for 6 years who we had plans to move in together and get married etc. same kind of deal, all their friends were my friends. And they dumped me, and yeah, it was really fucking hard even though I knew everyone was going to take my side. And the one person who didn’t I ended up not speaking to anymore because I was like if you’re not going to realize that I’m the only one whose going to keep talking to you because my ex doesn’t give a shit about keeping in contact with people, then that’s on you.

I was devestated. This was like 3 years ago at this point and pretty much right up until about this year I felt like I was somehow “living in the wrong timeline” and like my entire life’s trajectory had been pulled out from underneath me. Not from the breakup so much as them just deciding they never wanted to speak to me again, that I was bad for their mental health, etc. which I always told them if I’m ever bad for your mental health then break up with me, and I meant it and stand by that and their decision, but it still fucking hurt.

Like if that’s what they had to do that’s what they had to do. If that’s what you have to do then that’s what you have to do. While I am of course resentful to my ex, and I hope they get hit by a car or something sometimes, I do stand by their decision that if I wasn’t good for them then I’m happy they left me behind. I don’t know if other people are going to have that same view upon being dumped. I mean like I said I still hate them. But to say that they should have stayed with me for my sake is hypocritical.

Not only that, but an issue of intimacy was occurring between us during the lead-up to the breakup. And as soon as I wasn’t with them anymore and I was able to be with Catboy instead I got a taste of what I had been missing and GOD it felt so good. For the first time ever I felt like someone actually wanted to be intimate with me. It was an amazing feeling. My ex dumping me opened up the door for me to have things I was missing in that relationship. So it wasn’t all bad, for sure.

You have to do what you have to do for yourself. You come first. If you need to break up with your partner, or take space, or whatever, you just have to go for it if you really think it’s what’s best for you.

[faerieismm]

hi um im very sick rn so my words might be bad here but could you do a grell x transfem reader who has pretty bad chronic illness? i get its fairly specific but its a time of need ty ty ty <333

hello lovely anon! i’m sorry to hear that you’re sick :( i know how hard it can be to be in constant pain while you’d like to be out there like the others around you. know that you’re not alone and its okay to share your pain<3 my dm’s are always open! i decided i’d make some headcanons, along with a little drabble so you’ve got both types of stuff! i hope this helps to lift your spirits, atleast for a little while <3

grell sutcliff with an transfem!s/o who is chronically ill

tw? mentions of illness

genre? reverse comfort, little angsty at times?

type of writ1ng? headcanons + drabble !!

it was nice for grell, having someone who faced the same struggles as her, trans wise. well, atleast it was nice to be able to share her pain once in a while.

finally there was someone she could relate to, or go to in times where she didn’t know what to do, times others were mean to her.

you were great comfort!

and she tried to be there for you too.

as you got closer, she noticed something was a bit different about you.

grell had heard from other reapers your attendance was a little lower, often being noted as sick in the register.

and, indeed, at the days she’d walk past your room, everything would still be dark, curtains seemingly closed. could you still be asleep?

it began to worry her, but when she had asked you would always shake it off.

“don’t worry about it!”

“it’s nothing special!”

she didn’t believe you, but who was she to pry?

grell made a deal with herself though, if she noticed your absence got worse, she’d demand you tell her what’s up.

low and behold, it got worse.

so one day, when you were absent, she decided to knock on your door.

“honey, i know you’re in there, i’m worried, please open the door.”

grell then heard a little “i can’t.” followed by a louder “it’s open though.”

there you were, laying in bed, all worn out.

she rushed over to your side, asking what’s wrong.

when you finally told her, she made a pledge to always care for you.

she gets that it’s frustrating not being able to do it all on your own though, so she always asks what and what not would be nice to help with.

she doesn’t care about her reaper attendance, she was never really that strict with it, and she’d rather care for you.

at some point you got romantically involved, and the feeling to care for you, to help you, got even stronger.

i think once you’re important to grell, she’s a very caring person, and she likes to care, too!!

she often joins you in bed, or wherever you like to rest really, and talks to you for however long you need.

and if you feel guilty about it, she will think of atleast 100000 reasons not to be!!!

“my baby, so strong and beautiful.” she coos as she caresses your hair.

as all the reapers were off to their jobs, silence began to settle itself over the building.

sometimes it was one of the hardest times, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

but grell always seemed to pop in at the right moment, her pretty, smiling face appearing from behind the doorpost.

“morning darling~” you wondered how she could be so cheery at times.

the first thing she always did was planting a big fat smooch right on your forehead, leaving a lipstick mark right where everyone could see.

“have you taken your meds yet?” you nod.

grell lets out a hum of approval, and fills the kettle for some tea.

she then plops herself next to you on the bed.

“pain on a scale from one to ten?” she turns to you, awaiting your response.

going over all the places of pain, you think about it.

“mmh, nine?” you respond, a little unsure.

she lets out a ‘tsk’.

“how can you say that so calmly my dear?” she pulls the blanket further over your body, pressing another kiss to your forehead, and stands up to get you a cup of tea.

somehow, she pulls out a whole breakfast in about 3 minutes, and returns to your bed.

“i’ve made pancakes.” she grins.

you smile back at her, sometimes its nice when the people around you stay positive.

you gladly cut a piece of pancake and stuff it in your mouth. nodding in approval, you stuff another piece into your mouth.

grell laughs. “well i’m glad you like it~”

after chatting and eating some of the things she made, grell puts away the dishes and get into bed with you.

snuggling into you, she gently guides your head to her chest. as you let out a whine, she softly coos that “i’m sorry for your pain, i’m here okay?” as she gently caresses your head.

“this is not your fault, i think you’re an amazing being.” she presses another kiss to your head.

“we’re going to make the best out of this, okay?”

“okay.” it’s a soft whisper, but a promise nonetheless.

a promise that, no matter what, grell will always be here, and no matter what, you two will make the best of it.

thank you for reading anon, i hope there will be better times for you<3

love,