#having a normal one today at work

[reikunrei]

creelarke where Scott helps Henry get readjusted to living a normal life and helping him through his trauma

Henry being averse to taking baths, opting to only ever take showers, and fast ones at that, until Scott sets up a nice bubble bath with hot steamy water and candles that smell nice to help him relax into it. of course, he takes the bath with him or sits just beside the tub and holds his hand

similarly, Henry being nervous about swimming, and not just because he doesn’t know how. until Scott takes him on a casual trip to a lake and wades into the water with him. each time they visit, they go another few inches deeper until Henry’s okay no longer feeling the silty bottom under his feet

Henry getting anxious about doctor visits but Scott gladly goes with him to all of them until he’s comfortable enough to go alone. still, he happily tags along whenever he needs the support

Henry being nervous about crowded places, so they always go out when it’s less busy. Scott always takes him away to a secluded spot if things get overwhelming

Henry being uncertain around groups of kids, and Scott helping him feel safe again by having him visit his classes every once in a while. soon enough, Henry is all smiles helping the middle schoolers with their assignments and gushing about anything they did when they return home

Scott always indulging in Henry’s interests and never questioning them. he eagerly praises him for tasks well done, and gushes about things like his spider collections or his artwork to any and everyone who will listen

[icewindandboringhorror]

I know this is just a silly bad quality random screencap of a screencap that I found on facebook lol, BUT it's a succinct enough image to easily describe the concept in a quick/accessible way hopefully :

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(and of course, feel free to elaborate in tags, etc.! (especially elaborating about other senses as well.. can you "hear" in your mind just as well as you can "see"? taste? etc.) It's an interesting topic to me, as someone who's like a 4.5 at MOST lol. I'm curious what option will be the most common :0c )

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i am asleep much in the way that Wally is asleep. that is to say, I Am Not Sleeping

[butchviking]

i hate being a mentally ill adult actually. i hate that there’s always groceries to be bought and housekeeping to do and work in the morning i hate that we have no space to feel it all i hate that we walk around acting normal. there are so many people i know who are clearly deeply unhappy with their lives and we make silly little jokes that allude to it but sometimes i want to grab them by the shoulders and scream ‘i know you are miserable!! we can’t keep living like this!! this is why people break!!’ im sick of this drudgerous apathy i want us all to be dramatic like when we were teenagers i want us to sob together and scream bloody murder at each other and tell each other we want to kill ourselves not as a funny post-ironic joke but because we all feel like that sometimes!! i want us to get fucked up on god knows what til we can’t open our eyes i want us to take care of each other instead of always taking care of ourselves i want us to be vulnerable i want us to hold each others hands in the ambulance!!

[kaladinkholins]

yeah taimizu IS toxic and off putting actually ‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️

EDIT: TO BE CLEAR THIS IS A POST IN FAVOUR OF TAIMIZU!!! I AM A DIRTY TAIMIZU SHIPPER!!!!!

[timeisjustasocialconstruct]

I have like zero free time these days, so I didn't get to draw (or paint) much, but sometimes I did manage to stole a minute or two and well, this is the result of that stolen time.

It's just quick sketches of two of my favourite copy-paste men (because apparently I have a thing for men in armour, oh well...)

Anyway, hopefully I'll find more time to work on my art projects soon. I have so much planned but as we all know, life's a bitch sometimes and there's only so much we can do about it.

[anna-scribbles]

h-how do you ever finish any of your work? genuine question because you seem to be productive despite your agreste syndrome and I need to learn your ways. but also how do you ever finish any of your work

unclear. last night i stayed up and finished a report worth 25% of my grade at about 5am, arrived on time for my 9am lecture, and spent about half of it zoned out while thinking about seventeen year old emilie agreste. and i was one of the most active participants in the class discussion

[fiery-emblems]

[lizardkingeliot]

I guess I’ll see you all in... just under six hours 💀

[fandom-space-princess]

Title: "Today my grandmother is 94 and does not love me."

[file under: pseudo-autobiographical short fiction. things that are neither essays nor poems.]

“Call your grandmother,” my father says. Over the phone his voice is a flat buzz. “It’s her birthday.”

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The last time I spoke to my grandmother, she asked me if I know what will happen to me after I die. I admitted uncertainty. This was the wrong answer. My grandmother’s devotion is unassailable — her devotion to her God, that is, to her religion. Uncertainty is foremost among the many things devotion cannot abide.

She told me I did not love my family. I had no idea how to respond.

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“She’d love it”

———

I do not call my grandmother. I am trying to write a piece of science fiction, by which I mean that I am daydreaming about Venus: imagining lofted cities adrift in the Venusian troposphere, skittering away between clouds like daughters cut free of their families.

Science (noun): knowledge, especially that gained through experience. Fiction (noun): something invented by the imagination or feigned.

Venus is always accepting prayers. You can petition her for adoration, validation, for partners of every kind to know you with wanting hands and willing minds.

When my grandmother looks at me she sees a ghost of the person she wishes I had become. Here I stand, miserable revenant thing, un-woman, in the place where she expected a granddaughter to stand. She does not know me. I think perhaps she never has.

———

“if you’d call.”

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If I didn’t love my family, wouldn’t I know it?

(Science: a girl is born with all the eggs she’ll ever have. My grandmother’s body knew me while I was only potential within her not-yet-daughter.)

Evangelicals love eggs, because they love nothing so much in other people as the potential for them to become what the evangelical wants them to be.

Potential is what you call uncertainty when it wears its Sunday best. Genetic destiny is what you call the gifts you inherit from your grandmother: broad hips and the ability to carry a grudge, predisposition to diabetes and the inability to hold a single civil conversation with your distaff relatives.

I talk to my grandmother like I talk to god, which is to say: mostly in my head. Because I am trying to cultivate kindness of spirit, and given that an inclination to forgiveness was not among her heritable traits, I also pray that no one is listening. ———

My father tells me to call my mother’s mother. On this same subject, my own mother is silent.

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(Fiction: one day, my family might know me for who I am, and find this person worthy.)

The heat, the pressure — to stand on the surface of Venus would destroy a person utterly. Science tells us that once, the goddess’ world may have had an atmosphere very like our own, before a runaway greenhouse effect rendered her planet uninhabitable to life in the forms we understand. My grandmother does not believe in climate change, but she does believe that the path I have taken through life has ruined me.

Someday soon I will ask a doctor to reach into my body and excise my own womb. I will complete the divorce from potential I began on the day I started to become my own person (on the day I was born). I am motherland to no one: I will bear no daughters.

———

My grandmother asks me if I love my family. I hand her a page torn from a Bible, on which every word is crossed out save “begot.”

[puppyeared]

When you backread through a fun conversation you had with someone for hours an angel gets its wings

[twiyke]

raph + mwah, or cassandra + fistfight with god <3

perfect for valentine's

[icewindandboringhorror]

Some (late) holiday photos of the boye~!

[sparrowposting]

Back on my Gen/Irene bullshit and I WILL NOT be stopped

Smthn smthn about throwing inkpots so you're seen at your worst but know that you're still loved. Smthn smthn about the direct hand of the gods but not a pawn it is only BC they know you so well. Smthn smthn saving each other from the same fate, love to cast out ruthlessness and loneliness brought on by necessity and circumstance. Smthn smthn two people who have never once known how to healthily express anger or love or any emotion, trying to do so together. Smthn smthn two people both, in a way, giving up their country for the other, and in the process saving it. Smthn smthn the awe and fear that accompanies love and worship of the divine, but also love of the other, and the parallels between mortals and the gods. Smthn smthn who is he that he should love her? Who am I that you should love me? Smthn smthn it is born out of empathy where none is expected, for a lonely child dancing alone, for a young man weeping with fever and fear. Smthn smthn abt the split between personal and political faces, esp in koa. And what that entails for peace. Smthn smthn AND SHE BELIEVED HIM.

BRB I'm eating glass :)

[doctorbeverlycrusher]

Work Song - Hozier | One Love - Marianas Trench

[toytulini]

the challenge of i should commission art of my ocs. would love to commission like, siiyr or bokrae, maybe krachyn or jula. siiyr or bokrae would make the most sense, maybe krachyn. i think theyre the ones with the most detailed notes on their anatomy

but also

oh god i cannot subject another artist to the anatomical war crimes i committed in making these ocs