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Thesis

After a bad day, Colson comes over to take care of you, only to find out about a secret you’ve been keeping from him.

Request: “I was wondering if you could do a Kells fic where he's dating the reader and finds out she is c*tting, and helps her. Its total ok if you aren't comfortable writing this though 🖤”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: discussion and depictions of self-harm, cursing, angst

A/N: Gonna get really serious with this one: If you are struggling with self-harm (in all forms, not just those discussed in this text) or issues with your mental health, please reach out to someone! Family, friends, anyone. I know it’s hard and you may feel like no one cares, but I promise someone does. If you don’t feel comfortable telling someone you know, message me. My page is a safe space and I will never judge you. I promise you, the world is a much better place with you in it and you deserve to take up space, you deserve to be happy.  

On that note, do not read this if you feel it may be triggering to you, please.

Word Count: 2457

 You sighed as you read the email subject Re: Y/L/N Final Thesis Revised 2. Every time your doctoral advisor sent you an email in response to any work on your thesis, it wasn’t good.

Ms. Y/L/N,

I regret to inform you that the corrections that you have made are still not adequate enough for submission to the board. Please read my notes attached for further work to be done.

You didn’t even bother reading the rest of the email, instead choosing to slam your head down against your wooden desk. “Fuck!” You yelled to your empty house.

You had rewritten your doctoral thesis 4 times already and submitted for approval twice, both of which were rejected. Your advisor was trying to be patient with you, but you could tell his tolerance was running low. “What am I doing wrong?” You whispered to yourself, closing your eyes as you let your head rest against the wood.

Maybe you’re just not smart enough. That unhelpful voice in your mind chimed in, making you groan. Seriously though, if you were smarter, then you would have been approved already.

Your chest started tightening and you felt nauseous, tears coming to your eyes. You reached around for your phone, hearing Colson’s voice in your mind. “If you have a bad day, text me. You can always talk to me.”

Hey

You texted him, hoping he would respond soon. Your breathing was getting heavier and you just wanted to talk to someone that wasn’t the voice in your head.

Hey, I’m in the studio rn, everything ok?

My thesis got rejected

Again :(

I’m sorry babe

Wanna see you

Colson didn’t answer for a few moments, and you had a feeling he was letting out a frustrated sigh. You hated bothering him at work, it always made you feel like a nuisance to him.

I can’t leave right now

:(

You’ll be okay

It’s just a paper

Now it was your turn to let out a sigh. Colson didn’t exactly understand why this was so important to you. Every time you got upset after it didn’t turn out well, he told you the same thing, “It’s just a paper, you can just rewrite it.”

But it’s not just a paper. It’s currently the only thing standing between you and a doctorate degree. And you’ve rewritten it four times before.

He’s just sick of you whining about it.

You annoy him

He doesn’t care about you

You got up from your desk and made your way to the bathroom, not sure if you were going to throw up or do something worse. The voice kept speaking, her incessant words running through your head.

You know what’ll make you feel better.

And you did. You had been trying to stop, and you were doing pretty good until a few weeks ago. Up until that point it was rare, a few times a month. Now it was 4 times a week; more days than not.

You reached under your bathroom counter, pulling out the small, inconspicuous makeup bag. You brought it over and set it on the edge of the bathtub, sitting on the floor next to it.

The zipper felt familiar under your fingers as you pulled it, the metal coming into view. Your secret stash of hellish paradise.

You pulled one of the razers out, feeling the coolness on your skin. Pulling up the sleeve of your sweater, you placed the sharp edge against the fragile skin on your wrist. You took a deep breath as you slid it across the skin, not even wincing at the pain. The blood rolling out of the wound was beautiful to you, a therapy in itself. You laid the arm over the bathtub, taking another slice at your wrist.

You had to be careful not to go too close to the hand or else the sweaters you wore could ride up and expose you, and you couldn’t make too many cuts or someone would be bound to notice.

Once you had made 4 slits in your skin, you stopped. The razor fell to the edge of the bathtub as you watched the blood drip down your arm, gravity pulling it towards your hand to pool in your palm. As fucked up as it was, you liked the view. The pain barely registered to you anymore.

It felt like all the fears were draining from your body with the blood. You knew it would all come back eventually, but in this moment, you felt peace. Your stomach stopped turning and your chest loosened. And for just a little while, the voices in your head were gone.

You laid there for probably 30 minutes, the peaceful silence engulfing you. Eventually you came back to your senses, realizing the mess you had made. You sighed, standing up and turning the faucet on. You watched the blood that sat in the tub wash away before running your arm under the water. It stung a bit, but the blood disappeared from your arm, leaving you with the visual of 4 dark red cuts.

Once the tub was clean, you moved to the cabinets under the sink again, this time grabbing a package of band-aids and covering the marks that were bleeding slightly after the water pressure opened them up again. You ran the blade under water from the sink to clean it before throwing it back in the bag and hiding it. Satisfied that all evidence of your sins was gone, you pulled down the sleeves of your sweater and made your way to your couch to watch a true crime documentary.

A little over a half hour later Colson texted you.

Picking up your favorite food :)

Be over in 10

You smiled at your phone for a second before guilt crept into your mind. How could you think that he doesn’t care about you? He’s never done anything but love you.

You are the world’s worst girlfriend.

You bit your lip, trying to make the thoughts go away. You didn’t want to be upset when Colson got there, it would spoil his whole night.

It didn’t quite work, but you were able to put on a fake smile when he got to your door. He set the bags of food on your coffee table before flopping on top of you on the couch. His face buried into your neck, pressing soft kisses onto the skin all over. He did this whenever he knew you were sad, it made you laugh.

He sat up, looking down on you, “how’s my girl doing?” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Better now that you’re here.” You mumbled, throwing your clothed arms around his middle and pulling him back against you. He chuckled and flipped you around so his back was against the couch and you were resting on his chest.

You smiled at him, you don’t deserve him, the voice screamed. You ignored it, burying your head into his shirt, the smell of him filling your nose. “What’re we watching?”

Your voice was muffled by the fabric, “The Vanishing of Elisa Lam.”

He looked up, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “of course we are.”

“We can watch something else.” You mumbled. Colson chuckled and sat up, pulling you with him to rest in his lap, your back against his chest.

His long arm reached to grab the food off the table, setting one box in your hands. “Your weird true crime show is fine, babe. You choose tonight.” He kissed your cheek, making you smile and sink further into his chest.

A little while passed and you had both finished your food, placing the empty boxes on the table. Colson’s arms were around your waist and you moved to hold his hands. You had tried wrapped your palm over the back of his hand, but he flipped his hand so his palm encased yours. As the documentary played, he began to rub circles into your skin subconsciously, moving down your wrist slowly.

In his arms you momentarily forgot about your session in the bathroom from earlier, but when his thumb brushed against the bandage on your arm you were shocked back into reality. “What’s that?” He mumbled, chin resting on your shoulder and looking down to the shirt sleeve.

“Nothing, I cut myself doing dishes earlier.” You lied, it being second nature at this point.

Colson’s hand moved to the edge of your sleeve, moving to roll it up. “You’re so clumsy sometimes.”

You yanked your arm out of his hand as you felt the fabric moving up, “what are you doing?” You asked, holding your arm closer to yourself subconsciously.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “I was gonna kiss it better.” He mumbled.

“It’s fine, you don’t need to.” You sighed, turning your attention back to the TV. He didn’t like that answer and based off of your reaction, he could tell something was up.

He reached to hold your arm again, and you relaxed into his touch, thinking he would just hold your hand. Instead, he dragged your sleeve up your arm, exposing four band-aids on your wrist and older, exposed scars.

“Colson!” You yelled, standing up and wiggling out of his grasp.

He had a shocked expression on his face that slowly turned into a mixture of concern and hurt. He tried to form words but was struggling. Finally, he got out a whispered “why?”

You bit your tongue, arms wrapped around your body as you faced away from him. Your breathing got heavy and you could feel tears coming to your eyes. He’s definitely gonna leave you now.

When you didn’t respond he stood up slowly, walking towards you and wrapping his arms around you. His lips met the top of your head briefly before replacing them with his chin.

The feeling of his embrace was enough to send your walls crashing down, tears finally falling down your face. You shook in his arms, your knees buckling under you. He whispered as he held you up, “hey hey hey hey, I’m here, baby. I’m right here. You can talk to me.” He led you back to the couch, pulling you back into his lap. You turned towards him and buried your face into his chest. His arms wrapped around you tighter than they ever had before.

Your sniffles filled the room, followed by your quiet “I’m sorry.”

Colson shook his head, taking your face in his hand and moving it away from his skin so you were forced to look at him. “You don’t have to be sorry.” You nodded and he slowly wiped the tears from under your eyes. The soft motion made you calm down ever so slightly. After a few minutes of being held, your sobs stopped, tears not falling as hard. “Can we talk about this.”

You sniffled but nodded your head, your eyes not meeting his. “I’m not gonna be upset with you, or angry. I just need you to be honest with me, okay?” He asked, his blue eyes searching your face. You simply nodded again, turning your head all the way down so your nose was parallel to the floor. The top of your head pressed against Colson’s chest.

“How long?” His voice was a whisper, but it held an infinity of emotion.

You mumbled out a response, “a while.” You could feel how fast his heart was beating, “Before I met you. It’s just gotten a lot worse lately.”

He nodded, sucking his lips in. “Why didn’t you talk to me? You know you can always talk to me, darling.”

New tears fell from your eyes. “I tried to.” You whispered, feeling guilty. His hand moved to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear.

He took a few moments to remember what you were talking about before he sighed. “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that you were so upset. I didn’t know.” He whispered, “But I know now, so from now on you gotta tell me if you feel like doing this to yourself.”

You nodded against him. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that. Don’t be sorry, why are you sorry?” He asked

You shrugged, “sorry you have to deal with me.”

He grabbed your face again, this time forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Don’t ever say that again. Okay? I fucking love you. You’re going through some shit right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop loving you. I don’t want you to ever think that.” As he spoke his harsh tone got softer, quieter.

“I just don’t feel like I’m good enough, for anything.” You slumped into him, your head laying on his shoulder.

His arms pulled you further into him, “Y/N, you are the smartest, most amazing, most beautiful person I’ve ever met. You’re literally about to become a doctor! That’s fucking incredible. I am so proud of you.”

“’m not really gonna be a doctor.” You mumbled, “I can’t get this fucking thesis approved.”

He sighed into your hair, “You are going to get through this. You have worked your ass off to get here, I know you’re not gonna let a stupid paper get in your way.” He pressed a kiss into your hair and you looked up to him, a pout still on your face. “Baby you aren’t just good enough, you’re better. I know it feels shitty right now but you’re gonna get through this. And I’m gonna be right here with you.”

He leaned down and pressed a deep kiss to your lips. It took a second, but you kissed him back. “Thank you.” You whispered when you pulled away, reaching up to wipe your tears away with the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

“I love you.” He whispered, “do you think we could throw your blades away?” He asked softly.

“I might need your help.” You whispered. He nodded, lifting you off his lap and standing up. He grabbed your hand and you led him to your bathroom. You found the bag and handed it to him. “I can’t…” You whispered, trying to stop the tears you felt behind your eyes.

Colson nodded, taking it from you and opening it, frowning at the metal inside. “I don’t want to throw them away here, because you could get them out of the trash later. So, I’m gonna take them back to my house tomorrow and I’ll throw them out there.”

You nodded, hand squeezing his. You moved closer to him, resting your free hand on his shoulder, and pressing your cheek against his chest. “I love you.”

He smiled down at you, wrapping his arm around you, “I love you too.”

[simonrriley]

FAMILY

tags: @thatsmycigarbutyoucanborrowit, @ryanseamans, @love-pyramus, @babymushroomboy, @n-noelleholiday-y, @panicky-pancakes​ warnings: drug use, rape mentions, victim blaming, church mentions, implied suicide attempt, mentioned abuse, swearing and family conflicts/arguments note: happy birthday king (and saturn)! y’all are old now!  here is a very sad fic! if you cannot read something like this rn, given the warnings and all, please do not, your mental wellbeing isn’t worth reading it, so. note two: this fic switches between past and present often and jumps around in time a bit, if you need help figuring out the timeline, let me now, it’s my first time experimenting with jumping around in fics like this!

Taste bitter on the guilty tongue It's hard to see I'm the chosen one

King sighed, sitting at his desk, staring back at his laptop. The screen was bright and white, a contrast against his dark office. He rubbed at his eyes as he felt Bastard winding around his legs, letting out a loud ‘mrrow!’, trying to get his attention. He chuckled, reaching down and scratching him behind the ear briefly before straightening back up and casting a glance at the clock. 2:15 AM. Their eyes trailed over to the half empty cup of coffee to his right, a ring forming on the stained white desk and what he was sure was mold growing on the inner side of the cup. How long had he been at this? Bruiser or Spot hadn’t even come in to check in on him. Which meant they were either both asleep, “busy”, or they knew not to disturb him, especially with him writing this. It was important. It was personal. And for once, it really was personal, and they recognized that. They could see it in his eyes when he woke in the morning, the dullness and the emptiness. There was something else behind there, something looming and dark, like an oncoming storm. And they didn’t dare want to be caught in the rain. So they let him write. They let him write and write and write, until his fingers grew blisters and his laptop had to warn him of its battery percentage a few too many times a night. With a heavy sigh, King pulled himself away from their work, sitting up from his slumped position and getting out of his desk chair. They popped their back with a groan and Bastard meowed, trotting up to him, expecting treats or more attention. King smiled tiredly, reaching down and scooping up the furry mass of black fur. “You’re not getting anything out of me. You’re gonna wanna see B, she loves you,” he cooed, as he opened the door and made his way down towards the hallway.

Fake friends with a camera phone Ugly, drunk, cold, and missing home

They figured he’d go and grab a snack, make another cup of coffee and return Bastard to the others. As much as he loved when the cat slept on his lap during long nights of writing, Bastard had a bad habit of throwing up just about all the time and he was too tired to deal with that for another night in a row. So tonight he’d be B and Spot’s problem.

For an hour or so more, King stared at the screen until the pounding headache that formed in his head told him he should probably go to sleep sooner or later. Staying up for three nights in a row writing probably wasn’t good for his health. He shrugged as he got up, pushing his chair in and clicking off the light. He’d gone longer, it didn’t really matter. He’d be back to writing the next morning anyway, that is if Spot and B didn’t perform an intervention. They chuckled at the idea, it wouldn’t be the first time they had tried that on him, it hadn’t worked the first time and it wouldn’t work this time either. They both knew that.

He glanced back at the desk as he made his way towards the door. “Tomorrow,” he sighed. And then the lights clicked off.

This home of mine I see it in my dreams

King stared back at himself in the mirror, the sink running endlessly below him. He was tired. He was so, so tired. He bent down, cupping his hands under the running faucet and splashing some water onto his face, hoping to clear some grime from the past few all nighters. He really needed to shower. They glanced towards the shower curtain. Maybe tomorrow.

He grabbed his toothbrush, wetting the bristles under the water for a moment before squirting some toothpaste onto it. With a sigh, he began brushing, gazing into the mirror as if it was the portal to another world. A time before. A lifetime before. A home before. “King! Hurry the fuck up!” King laughed, spitting his toothpaste in the sink and tossing his brush into the holder and racing down the hallway, stomping all the while. It might’ve been 7 am in their house, but Mouse and King were ready to play at any time. 

“I’m coming!”

Where everyone looks happy And everyone still likes me

King chased Mouse around the corner of their kitchen island, almost slamming himself into the side as he tried to catch up.

“Shortie I swear!” He shouted, turning to chase her down the hall. She’d stolen one of his hoodies and was now racing around the house with it. There was no actual problem with that besides the fact it was going to be cold that day and she’d stolen every single other one he owned.

“Swear what?” She taunted back from the top of the stairs, waving the hoodie around.

King gave a frustrated growl and sprinted towards her and the chase began again.

Until King collided with a taller body.

“Levi,” the voice scolded.

“Oh, shit, sorry mom!” He yelled, ducking around her and going to chase Mouse again.

“Don’t you two have anything better to do on a Saturday morning?” She asked tiredly, although she wore a warm smile on her face. She could never be mad at them for having fun.

“Would you be mad if I said no?” Mouse chirped in, laughing.

The other two burst into laughter, shaking their heads. “No, I wouldn’t,” Mom said. “But I might be mad if Levi doesn’t do his laundry soon. Maybe you’d find another sweatshirt in there.”

“It’s Mouse’s turn to do laundry!”

“I’m not touching your boxers!”

“But it’s your turn!”

King rolled his eyes. “See what I have to deal with?” He whined jokingly as he looked up at his mother, using fake puppy dog eyes.

She brushed his hair back with another laugh. “Yes Levi, I see it all.”

Mouse pouted. “That’s just mean!”

“C’mere then,” King said, opening his arms towards Mouse, and in a moment was rocked by her body slamming into his arms. “There we go,” he chuckled as Mom wrapped her arms around him.

Just one happy family.

This home of mine I miss it all the time

Mouse sat herself down on the counter, watching as her mother shuffled around in the kitchen, in the middle of making a casserole or something, Mouse didn’t actually know. It was some suburban mom food that she didn’t really want but would have to suffer through because she loved her. Which reminded her of the fact she should look up some Italian recipes to try and cook for the family and King, mostly King. All that man ate was pasta and toast. He was 90% gluten and 10% caffeine. He could probably make a fort out of the amount of monster cans lingering in their bedroom. Well - his bedroom, not theirs, but Mouse never stayed in her own room. And King never put up a fight over it. She sighed, tuning back into the actual world and hoping that the note of Italian food would stay embedded in her mind for later. She needed a lot of things to stick in her mind actually, but it was hard when there was a lot going on behind the scenes. Mouse looked up, world coming to standstill as she listened to one of the cabinets squeak open, the hinges rusty from use, and the rattling of a bottle of pills caused every part of her to tense, remaining cemented to her seat, eyes wide. “Anyway, I was thinking that next weekend we could arrange a dinner with the Larkins and-” Her mom cut herself off, staring at Mouse, a frown falling on her face. “Ilaria sweetie, what’s wrong?” The words fell on muffled ears, the world submerging itself underwater, she could see mom’s lips moving but the words never came, never hit her like the weight of what she saw. And what she saw really wasn’t anything, it was just her mother taking Advil for her back. It wasn’t anything bad. Tears welled up in her eyes before she could will them away; the sound and memories of countless nights pressed up against the bathroom door, listening for any signs of distress from her brother, for any sign he was still alive after everything, rushing after her. No matter how much she tried to run, it would always follow her. Did it follow King? Did King care what it did to her?

Did King care at all? “Ilaria,” the mother repeated again, voice a little louder but not any firmer, her tone still gentle, something Mouse would come to appreciate. “Sweetheart what’s going on?” Before Mouse could even think, even think to stop and protect herself from the embarrassment, tears came rushing out. She hated crying, at all, but in front of someone? It was completely different. She curled into herself on the counter, trying to become smaller than she was, hoping that maybe some dark pit would open up and swallow her whole so she didn’t have to face her, to face any of this. It wasn’t fair. The cries quickly turned to sobs, sobs that brought out every bottled up emotion and words, all the fear and the nightmares, nights locked outside of King’s room with terror racing through her system. She just wanted a big brother. Her sides shook and her ribs ached as she tried and failed to take in heaving gasps of air, only working herself further into a panic, she could taste the saltiness of tears slipping into her mouth and she couldn’t be bothered to care anymore. King didn’t care, why should she?

What happened to this family? What happened to this family?

Gentle hands grabbed at Mouse’s wrists, pulling them away from her face and forcing her gaze upwards, light blue eyes meeting soft and worried warm brown ones. “What’s going on?” “I-I’m gonna lose him,” she choked out, shaking her head as she tried to pull away from her, although Mom had tightened her grip almost instantly, not in an angry way, just to stop Mouse from running like she always did. “Lose who?’ “King!”

(Have I let you down?)

The yell later that afternoon shook the house, echoing up the stairs and slamming its way through King’s headphones. “Levi Santos!” He paused, taking one earphone off and glancing towards his shut door. Had he done something? “I emptied the dishwasher, did my laundry this week, I haven’t vacuumed but she knows I have homework so she can’t be mad about that, done all the church work, haven’t gone to the park in a while - she’s grateful for that… My stash is hidden, so it can’t be that either…” he mumbled to himself as he got up from his chair, trying to run through the list of anything else in his head that he might’ve done wrong. Maybe it was like those pranks where you fake being mad at someone and then give them a present? ‘Those pranks only existed on TV though,’ he reminded himself. ‘Nobody really does that.’ With a shrug, a heavy sigh and pounding heart, King opened his door and began his painfully slow trip towards the stairs and then down them, suddenly mindful of every noise he made, the squeak and creak of each stair and the way his shaky breath rattled in his chest. He finally made it down the steps and turned the corner into the kitchen, moving his eyes from the floor up towards the owner of the voice. His heart sank down into the floor as he made eye contact with his mother, who looked both concerned and so pissed off he was worried he might have to take cover - he hadn’t worried about that in a while. Her arms were crossed over her chest while Mouse sat on the counter behind her, sniffling and wiping at her eyes constantly, gaze fixed on the floor and her eyes had only met King’s once before she instantly turned away, the guilt seeping out of her immediately. His father stood to the right of his mother, leaning against one of the kitchen chairs as he stared him down, a clear, disappointed look on his face. Finally, he spoke. “Yeah?”

Texts, calls, hugs, birthday cards Being thoughtful can be so hard

King rolled over in bed at the sound of his phone buzzing. He groaned, turning towards his nightstand and out of Bruiser’s hold. He could tell it was Bruiser’s by the way her hands curled around his waist, whereas Spot would hold him around the chest.

He reached towards his phone, nails scrabbling on the case and pulling it loosely towards him.

He pressed on the home button, wincing instantly as bright white light filled the small space between him and the phone.

“Shit,” he cursed, hearing B groan from beside him at the disturbance and began to turn down the brightness until he had to squint to see properly.

His gaze flickered over the few notifications he had, one from a family group chat so old he forgot when it was made, most of the numbers not in his contacts anymore, but he’d always recognize the date.

It was mom’s birthday.

First fifteen years, I'm the favorite son Last fifteen years, I'm thе hated one

Multiple messages flitted across the screen of best wishes and of happy birthdays.

He almost smiled fondly, but then quickly remembered the deafening silence that came from the same group chat on his own birthday, which hadn’t been more than a month ago.

He celebrated all their birthdays, or tried to. Wishing them well on social media and in private, but the sentiment was never returned.

It felt like a chore to even lift his fingers to type.

‘Happy Birthday Mom, I love you <3’

He set his phone down and tried to roll back over and ignore the heavy weight on his mind.

It had been years. Nearly 12 years ago.

Why couldn’t they just forgive him?

Why didn’t they care?

King turned back to his phone at the sound of it vibrating again and he glanced at the lock-screen, the sole notification reading:

Message not delivered.

This heart of minе Gets blacker all the time

King curled up, kicking his phone off the bed and causing it to hit the floor harshly, knocking against the wall with a thud.

He blinked rapidly to try and clear tears from his vision as he stared at the floor, ignoring the feeling of B stirring beside them. They didn’t really care at the moment.

It felt like there was a cage around his heart, locking him up and swallowing him whole. He couldn’t be bothered to care. About his family or anyone else. He just felt bitter and alone. Like a kid again.

They brought their knees up to his chest, resting his head on them with a shaky sigh, tear tracks forming lines on his cheeks as he began to break silently, hoping to not disturb Bruiser or Spot. They needed the rest. They needed a break from him, from all his shit.

There was no need to annoy them all now.

King sniffled, wiping at his eyes with his sleeve as he tried to force himself to calm down, chest heaving and shaking. It wasn’t that big of a deal. Who really cared? ‘Well obviously not them’, he reminded themselves.

He took in a deep breath, hoping that slowing down his breathing would do the same for his tears and panic.

“King?” 

Affection makes me nauseous Believe me, I don't want this

King turned, sniffling again and rolled over, seeing Bruiser sitting up, looking over at him with worry shining in her eyes, even King could tell that much in the dark. 

“Baby what’s wrong?” She asked gently, shuffling closer to King, who shuffled farther back in response, almost falling off the bed. 

“It’s nothing, just go back to sleep,” they mumbled. That was always how it was. Bottle it up and be the big brother, the perfect son.

Fucking hell he was sick of that, and he wasn’t even in the damn house anymore.

“You can tell me kotik.”

‘You don’t want to hear it. You really don’t.’

“I don’t want to talk about it,” King answered dryly, voice hoarse from how little he had been using it.

Bruiser gave a hum in reply. “Okay love.” An arm snaked around King’s waist, pulling him close into a hug and holding him tight despite the way King tensed and froze.

It made him want to curl up and cry again, to vomit off the side of the bed. He loved Bruiser, but now was not the time. It felt like too much, his skin was crawling and he shuddered.

‘I can’t take this anymore.’

“Please let me go.”

“Oh, kotik, I’m sorry—“

“Just go back to bed.”

I hurt my blood tonight I made my sisters cry

King stomped up the stairs, anger forcing away the thoughts of panic and terror, forcing away all the tears.

“Ilaria!” He practically screamed as he trudged into their bedroom, door slamming behind him; both his tone and the slam making Mouse jump from where she sat on the bed.

Mouse only squeaked in surprise and fear, curling close to herself and remaining silent. Her ice blue gaze flickering from him to the bed, too scared to actually meet his eyes.

“Ilaria what did you tell them?!” King screamed, hands balling up into fists, nails digging into his palms to stop himself from blowing up too quickly. He stopped himself, holding a hand up to stop Mouse from saying anything. “No. no, WHY did you tell them?!” Mouse gave a small mumble in reply though King couldn’t catch what she had said. “What was that?” “I had…” “Shortie, for once in your damn life, speak up. Cause this time it matters. Speak. The fuck. Up.” A stifled sob came from Mouse, placing her sleeve covered hand over her mouth to try and muffle it further. She couldn’t cry, not in front of him. “I-I had to! Okay? You’re killing yourself every day with this and you don’t even care! You don’t care about anyone, not me or mom or dad! Nothing matters to you and I couldn’t lose you like that!” She admitted, voice cracking and breaking periodically throughout her speech as she shook her head, unable to hide her tears. “Lose me?” King repeated with a bitter laugh. “Lose me? Seriously?” “Look- I’m sorry but-” “No. You don’t get to do that!” King snapped, fire blazing in his eyes as he took a few powerful steps towards Mouse’s bed, the girl pressing herself into the wall in fear. “You don’t get to say that. You don’t get to apologize and move on. It’s not fair! It is not your business or your thing to tell! It wasn’t your problem! It’s not all about you!” “And this isn’t about me! It’s about helping you!” “Oh sure,” King scoffed, rolling his eyes and taking a step away. “Like anyone would believe that.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “All this; when you think about it, is about you. It’s always been for you. I have to go and be the big brother, I have to go and hold you till you forget the nightmares and all the other bullshit. I have to help you on Christmas, I have to be there for you, all the damn time. You don’t really want me, you don’t want me to stay. You just want a therapist. Because you know nobody else can tolerate all this bullshit!” Mouse stared back at him, tears forming in her eyes and spilling over easily, like a waterfall held back by a dam ready to burst. She couldn’t hold it back anymore; horrible ugly sobs began to claw their way up from her throat and escaping from her mouth. “You are the worst brother!” 

I never say, "I love you" Even though I want to

“So? You think I care what you think about me? You think I ever cared about you?” King snarled, glaring back at Mouse. “You don’t mean that!” “I do. And you know that I’m gonna leave regardless.” “You can’t.” “I will. I’m done being here.” Mouse let out a frustrated and hurt growl, chucking her pillow at King as she got up and stomped towards the door. She shoved past him, knocking him to the side as she left, slamming the door.

Her voice was filled with tears and unbridled anger as she left, hurt shining clear through the cracks in the façade Mouse always kept up. “You are an asshole, King. I wish we never met!”

I'm just my father's son My mother's kid

King slid down as the door slammed shut, his breath rattling in his ribcage, his heart finally starting to pound in his chest, threatening to escape somehow.  The adrenaline was beginning to fade, the pain and fear of the situation taking over. It was over. Well, part of it was. Part of his life was, really. An era was coming to an end. He took in quick, heaving breaths as he worked himself into a panic, not on purpose of course, but he couldn’t stop himself, listening to the heavy footsteps of Mouse and the sobs that echoed throughout the house from the rest of the family. He’d let everyone down. The tears he’d been holding back for too long finally were let loose and he began to sob, rocking himself alone on the carpet, his clothes scattered, half thrown into a suitcase. Had Mouse been packing for him? Why did she care? A shitty brother I'm nobody's friend

King began to sob, curling up further on the floor while the bottle a few feet away taunted him, calling out to him. They’d always win in the end. They’d always have some power over his life. There was no stopping it. There was no stopping the way he sobbed and rocked himself and eventually crawled pathetically towards the bottle. There was no stopping his shaking hands from cracking open the lid and shaking more than enough pills into his hands. It was fate. Connected by a red string. Tethered.

This is all my fault I only make you cry I don't deserve this family

Just about an hour later, an hour of sobbing and silent screaming, pleading for something, anything to take him out. If there was a god, why didn’t take him out now? He was tired, he was done. An hour of packing and wondering, why him? Why? Why was he the one that was all messed up? Why did he have to take on everyone else’s stuff? Why was he the one who had to go to church? Why was he the one born into all of this?

(You're better off without me) It really was just his fault.  He was the one who had convinced his parents to leave him, somehow. Although he was only eight. Something about him convinced them so easily. It was his fault, he had caused it all, if you thought about it. If he didn’t make them leave, this wouldn’t be happening. If he didn’t make them leave, he wouldn’t be trudging down the stairs, a far too heavy duffel bag slung over his shoulders. If he didn’t make them leave, he wouldn’t be grabbing the smallest amount of water and granola bars he could to take away with him. He had no idea when he’d eat next. Or where he’d be. If he didn’t make them leave, he wouldn’t be making his way down to the skatepark, puffy eyed and red faced, sniffling all the way. Why did he make them leave? 'Cause I let you down And I lost my fucking mind

-- “Yeah?” 

King’s gaze timidly flickered between mom and dad’s faces, scared for what was going to come next, and be rightfully should’ve been.

“Why have you been doing drugs?”

“What?”

“You heard me. Why are you doing drugs?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” King spat back , throwing his hands up in defense. Unless they had evidence, he was going to deny it. He already knew their stance on drugs, saw all their propaganda the church had given them about it. He knew. It had been drilled into his brain at every school assembly since the age of five.

“Ilaria told us!” His mother shouted back, tears in her eyes. “She told us everything.

“Oh everything? Really?” He asked, leaning to the side to look around at Mouse, who went to go hide more. 

His mother nodded. “Yes, everything. I can't believe you would go and betray me like that after everything we taught you.”

“Betray you?”

Then everything got messy And everyone got angry

“You betrayed us! Losing yourself to these drugs, it’s selfish! You only take things for yourself. We gave you everything and this is how you repay us!”

“Maybe it’s all I could do to cope with all this bullshit!” King snapped, taking a step forward as his mom, with an arm around Mouse protectively, took a step back.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dad asked, staring him down. He’d been mostly silent for the entire time.

“Maybe, it’s the only way I can deal with everything happening around me! Everything you forced me to be! The honors student! The perfect big brother to this nuclear family! All the stress and shit I have to handle on top of everything else that’s happened in my life!” 

“You could’ve talked to us!”

King couldn’t help but let out a bark of laughter at that, head thrown back for a moment as he laughed. “Are you kidding me?”

“Why couldn’t we talk? It’s how normal people sort things out.”

I cursed my blood tonight It happens all the time

King pointed at him, anger surging through his veins. “You knew,” he said. “You knew from the moment you took us both in, that we would be nothing but less than normal. The opposite of normal!” He snapped, eyes narrowed.

“You could’ve at least tried!” Dad interjected again.

“I’m not normal!“ He yelled again. “I’m a kid! A traumatized kid!”

“Oh Levi come on,” mother began again. “You’re hardly a kid anymore, and you’re not traumatized, you know this.”

“Really?” King asked, head cocked to the side. “Then all the shitty foster homes we were put in, everything that you know happened there, that’s not traumatizing, for young kids? Being bullied at my school? That’s not traumatizing either?”

“Now, listen—“

“—Oh! And I don’t know, being raped and beaten for the past four years at that stupid fucking church you make me go to constantly, that’s not trauma either?! Because I think that was pretty damn traumatizing!”

“You think you were what?“ Mother asked, voice now gentle as her eyes filled with tears.

“He raped me, mom.”

Is everyone against me? Has everyone goddamned me?

“No.” 

King’s heart sank to the bottom of his chest, straight through the floor and to a faraway place. If he ever got it back, he’d be surprised.

Tears finally began to form in his eyes. “What?” He asked, voice small and cracking.

“No.” Mother said again, pulling Mouse to her chest. “That’s not true. You are a liar and we both know that. That didn’t happen.”

“But it did!”

“No, it didn’t, Levi!” 

“Father Jon touched me!” 

“No he didn’t! Father Jon is a nice man and you just want an excuse to get out of working and this argument. It doesn’t change the fact that you still have to work and you have to stop with the drugs if you want to be part of this family.”

“Then I guess I’m not part of this fucking family then.”

What happened to this family?

With a sob, Mouse fled upstairs, rushing to her room.

“You don’t mean that,” Dad sighed, shaking his head.

“I do. I’m done with all your bullshit. And if this is my way out, then this is it.”

“Levi!“ Mother scolded.“You can’t go.”

“Watch me!”

The door slammed harshly above their heads, Mouse had presumably slammed it. 

The house shook with the force and a framed photograph behind them, a simple one of all of them together, smiling at the camera, hit the ground with a loud clatter.

His mom rushed to go pick it up, but shouted in response to finding glass all over the floor. 

It had shattered.

When she finally picked it up, King saw that the most damage had been done to his part of the photo, the glass angrily cracked over his part.

He was done.

What happened to this family? King had made it to the skatepark successfully, although it had begun to rain.

He leaned against the duffel bag, teeth chattering as the rain went on, thunder rolling in behind it.

“Just great,” he grumbled to himself, gaze fixed on the street and the lights reflecting off of the puddles on the cement. It was pretty, it was something to focus on and remember.

Remember for what? He didn’t know.

He had about an hour until the street lights turned off and then he’d be pretty alone out there. Just him and his phone, which he’d forgotten to charge, stuck with 15%.

He sighed, bringing his knees up to his chest as he let himself begin to sob again. He’d been holding everything back since the house. They always made him hold it in. Every emotion and thought that wasn’t perfectly positive. 

Why did they hate him?

Why did Mouse have to hate him?

He thought he’d at least have her in this mess, but he lost her too. That was his own fault.

It all was.

What happened to this family?

The sound of car tires on the pavement and the low hum of an engine pulled him out of his thoughts.

A woman leaned out of the window of her Jeep, black hair hanging down out of the window with her.

“Hey kid!“ she called, a clear Russian accent clinging to her voice.

He looked up more, straightening up. “Yeah?”

“You need somewhere to go?” She asked, squinting at him through the wire fence.

“Uh… sorta.” He knew it was bad to take shelter from strangers, especially this young. But if he was being honest? He didn’t care what happened to him now. Maybe it would get his family to care again, if something tragic happened.

But then again, they didn’t care when he told them something tragic already happened.

“Get in here then. I have a couch, a pull out.”

King quickly got up, grabbing his soaking wet bag and hauling it towards the Jeep.

He opened the back door and tossed his bag in before climbing into the passenger seat.

“My name is Natasha. You’re safe here.”

King looked up at her, nodding gratefully.

“What’s your name?”

“Le- King. My name’s King.”

What happened to this family? King had stayed at Natasha’s for a day or two, until he found a motel nearby. It was just until he picked up something to do for work. 

He would’ve loved to stay with Natasha, she was wonderful and told him many stories of her life in the few days he had been there. But she had her own work, one that mostly involved being home, and King couldn’t be home for that. So they parted ways, although he wished he would see her soon.

So there he was, sitting on the edge of a motel bed, swiping through his old pictures on his phone. He didn’t know how long until they cut him off of their phone plan, so he was trying to make the most of it while he could.

But there in front of him, he found more and more photos that made him feel sick to his stomach.

Their middle school graduation, countless Christmases and Halloweens (even though they always told them that they were too old for trick or treating. They didn’t care) were on display for him to see. 

He broke at the most recent photo, the one of them on his birthday.

He was smiling still.

Mouse’s arms around his neck, he was giving her a piggyback ride, even though it was his birthday. 

“I’m so sorry,” he choked out, running his hands over the photo before he began to sob, sides shaking as he dissolved into inconsolable sobs, as if he had anyone there to console him.

He was alone.

Don't hate me And he was alone again in the hospital after he had tried just about everything that night to leave.

It was past 3 am and he laid there, curled up and alone. Nobody had come to see him, they had called, even though King begged them not to, and nobody showed up.

Not even Mouse.

He sighed, rolling over onto his side, tears slipping from his eyes for what must’ve been the thousandth time that day.

Why did he have to go and screw everything up? 

No wonder they left him.

Everyone leaves.

Don't hate me

Eventually, he found somebody.

Somehow.

He had reconnected with Natasha, who decided to set him up with Spot, another boy in search of a roommate for his apartment.

So, King had settled in with him and Natasha, thankfully, had set him up with a job, working with her technically, even though it wasn’t legal. It worked though, he worked, and it helped pay the bills, which was all that mattered to him.

Spot was a scrawny boy with blonde hair, from Brooklyn. He had a clear accent and was dead set on becoming a tattoo artist. And to be honest? He was pretty damn good at it.

Spot had given him his first tattoo.

It was just a simple crown on his collarbone, but it had meant the world to him.

Ever since then, they had become quite inseparable and King had turned into an occasional practice canvas.

That didn’t matter too much to him though. He was just glad to not be alone anymore.

And for once, the hauntings of his nuclear family days stopped chasing him.

Maybe he’d be okay.

Don't let me drown

King sighed as he clicked off of his laptop. The song, well the writing part, was finally done. Which meant he could go back to lounging in bed with Spot and Bruiser.

That was all he wanted to do.

To lay with them, to be alone together.

With them, silence was comfortable.

He glanced down at Mouse, there was a missed call. He chuckled, probably her being eager to get on the guitar parts of the new song. 

They made their way into the bedroom and leaned through the door.

“Loves,” he began. “Can I steal Bruiser for the studio?”

“It’s 9 in the morning,” B groaned in reply, pulling a pillow over her head.

“You can steal her,” Spot added with a chuckle, his voice was rough and deep from how early it was and King would be lying if he said that the sound of it didn’t make them flush slightly.

“Bruiserrrr,” King called. “Come onnnn.”

King waited by the door for a few minutes until Bruiser was finally up and ready and he pulled them along towards the studio, waving goodbye to Spot, who was most likely asleep again.

I hate goodbyes So cringey, I could die

“So, I’m thinking Mouse you can come in like… here, with the guitar, y’know to start?” King tried to explain, hands up in the air as he tried to visually section each part off. “And then everyone else comes in?”

Mouse gave him a confused glance, but gave it a shot anyway, beginning to strum at her guitar.

“This is all my fault, I only make you cry, I don’t deserve this family, you’re better off without me,” King had begun to sing after they had gotten all the other parts down. 

Letting all of the words and feelings out at once, stuck in the cavern of his chest, felt therapeutic in a way, even though his voice was shaking more than the rest of his body and tears flooded his vision.

“Cause I let you down!”

We only say, "I love you" 'Cause that's what we're supposed to

Now came the part King was both the most and least excited for. He loved his idea for the music video, but getting to execute it? He had no idea how he was going to do that.

He had the projectors and everything, he’d had the band help him paint the barn floor and walls white in that spot so it was easier to see and Mouse was able to get some footage from their childhood.

Of course they let her have some.

He couldn’t even get a text from them, let alone a damn video.

He sighed, feeling anger bubble up inside him. He’d be able to let all of that out soon anyway.

He sat himself down in front of the wall and set the lights to blue and started the camera and music again.

“Let’s just try this again…”

‘Just keep your head up and look at the camera and…’

“Taste bitter on a guilty tongue.”

And most families lie But I meant it every time

King squinted at the bright screen, the dark of the barn settling in around him. Katniss settled at his feet, purring quietly while he worked, arranging the clips in different spots.

He was almost done, and he was very done with watching his own face for more than two days straight. But everything had to be perfect.

He needed to be perfect.

They needed to see it. They needed to know.

Someone needed to know the pain of the past fifteen years. He couldn’t keep holding it in like they wanted him to.

He wasn’t the perfect son they wanted. There was no way he could be. 

But sometimes he still wished he was. Sometimes he longed for the boy who was trapped in his room, with a cavern for a heart and no time to breathe. 

He missed being that hollow but at least having arms around him, warmth to come home to and guide him.

But then he stopped and glanced towards his house in the distance, it was only a quick walk away from the barn and he could see the lights were still on.

They were waiting for him to come home.

He already had his family waiting for him.

Then treat you like you're worthless I never said I'm perfect.

[danideservedbetter]

Day 130

I was so depressed I didn’t get much sleep last night. Every time I shut my eyes I just replayed everything that’s happened this year over and over again in my head. I came to the decision to distance myself from my parents this week, because all talking to them ever does is hurt me.

My grandmother wanted me to come visit— take a bath, see me aunt who’s going to be staying with her to help take care of my mom. But I don’t think it’ll be healthy for me. I think I’ll just have to stick for water bottles for now. On the other hand I’ll see her this weekend. We’re gonna go do our hair— first time since the hurricane. It’ll be so nice.

But a major update on the water system is that all the nasty stuff is from rust and iron buildup. My blessed landlady is ordering parts to replace all the faucets in my bathroom and putting external filters on all of them, which we think will catch the iron and at least make the water tolerable. I’m just glad it’s not dangerous to her health…….. but I’m still taking a bath with bottled water for now. (My carbon footprint is physically paining me rn but I’m doing what I can).

As for today, I had a panic attack last night, so I’m focusing on rest and things thatve been stressing me out I’ve wanted to get done. Editing some fic and cast lists for our podfic project, editing my original novel, a little bit of cleaning, a little bit of online housekeeping. That’ll keep me busy enough. I’m hoping I feel okay enough to start writing again tomorrow. I’ve told everyone I’m just sick this week so I don’t think I have any obligations. It would be cool if I could do that retreat week I’ve been meaning to do for………. Months

Til then

[szopenhauer]

where were you 2 hours ago? in the local store do you kiss a lot of people? I kissed only one person in my entire life

are you wearing socks right now? ... no

have you bought any clothing items in the last week? yes

one thing you hate about yourself? my chronic illnesses mostly

what do you know about the future? we will all die, sooner or later

do you have a tan? slightly, on my arms

what day is tomorrow? Sunday 

are you dating someone? yes

why? because of many reasons

using your current first initial choose a different name for yourself. Zefiryna  or Zyta if polish what piece of furniture have you replaced the most? hmm... dunno, I’m not rich enough to replace my furniture

what do you think is the most over-rated candy ever? candies are overrated in general what is broken that you have, that you wish was fixed? my body  line from the last thing you wrote to someone? jak uważasz

Have you ever wondered what you look like when you’re sleeping? yeah ^^” Do you put your friends or family first? my parents and my S.O. Do you have bad allergies? ugh... Are your parents proud of you? there’s nothing to be proud of Would you ever be your school’s mascot who wears that costume? I could Is/was your school full of fakes? obvi What age did you start staying home alone? I’m not sure tbh but late

Would you rather see the Great Wall of China or Big Ben? Big Ben because I’d prefer to visit England and not China Ice Ice Baby or U Can’t Touch This? both XD

Can you do a handstand? used to Do you own any shirts that are yellow? several What’s a brand of shoe you like, but wouldn’t buy a pair? creepers for example Would you like to live in a cottage home? yup but I won’t

Are you comfortable with your height? wish I was a bit taller Last text received?

Are you afraid of heights? not really

Were you happy when you woke up today? I was glad I could sleep almost 10 hours Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? few times hahaha Do you curse in front of your parents? oh well ^^” Are you slowly drifting away from someone close? ... What are you listening to right now? iamamiwhoami  How is the weather right now? warm Have you ever been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing? I don’t recall Do you use chapstick? ewww, gross How long do you think you will live? not much longer How’s your life going lately? no comment Have you ever had to get your blood drawn? countless times What is the most important thing to you? health that I don’t have Who was the last person you high fived? someone close to me Who hugged you last? parent Why do you feel the way you feel? where should I start... When was the last time you went shopping? this day as I already mentioned Are you liking how you look today? it’s ok Do you hate when they give a lot of tv commercials? especially when they repeat  Are you a very stressed out person? that I am 

Do you hate when people stare at you for no reason? awkward Which color is better? Red, Blue, Green, Black, or Yellow? definitely not red and blue *said a person who is wearing this today:

*I also hate pink, you will never understand me  Are you good at hiding your feelings? can be but what for Is anyone annoying you right now? not rn Did you cry today? not so far When was the last time you had a sleepover? years ago Do you like taking pictures? kinda Don’t you hate that when it’s freezing cold outside your eyes get teary? that’s awful

Have you ever trespassed? it wasn’t a big deal Do you tell your parents where you are going? basics at least Can you give a good back massage? been told 

Did you ever mix up the words “message” & “massage”? possibly Are there any other words you get mixed up? there are  Do you think women should hold open doors for men, too? why not, it’s nice to be helpful Do you raise your hand or participate in class? umm... I had my moments Would you ever spend the night in a treehouse? doubt it? What do you think of people who own wild animals? hard to tell If a book was written about your life, what would be in the summary? no idea  Are you good at explaining things, in general? I try my best to be straightforward and turn out being misunderstood If your friend had a drug-problem would you abandon them? I might, sorry Has a friendship ever ended over similar reasons? I wasn’t in a situation like this before Do you like window shopping?  fun Do you mind lending money to your friends? I’m poor What, to you, is the best part of traveling? souvenirs Do you like to try new things? very rarely Does it bother you if someone talks bad about you? gossips/lies bother me

What time of day feels the most magical to you? sunrise and evening/night? Does your head hurt right now? bardziej mi się kręci w głowie po prostu Is your hair wet right now? dry Have you ever dreamt of being a famous athlete? I had a night dream about being an athlete ore than once but I dislike sports  Do you have a rich friend that you’re jealous of? whoops you got me Are you interested in a girl who has a girlfriend? that girlfriend is me muahahaha Do most of the guys who like you annoy you? omg truth (I’m a lesbian though) but majority of society annoys me (especially men) so... What musical do you think you could play the lead in? Cats if I had talent What medical conditions do you have? what medical condition I don’t have... Do you wear leggings often? everyday Are you responsible in general? I avoid responsibilities  Would you consider yourself mature? not enough, I’m childish  Can you reach your ceiling? me?... Do you have a reading nook? I’m a librocubicularist Who is the cutest baby you know? babies ain’t cute  *weird fact - I think those with Down syndrome are prettier - is that offensive?

What makes you nauseous? I constantly feel nauseous

Someone walks into your room, what do they notice first the amount of plushies

When you have sex, do you keep your eyes closed or open when finishing I tried to keep them closed, I’m embarassed If I stepped into your shower, what is the first item I would notice who knows

How many times a day do you think you sneeze it’s not a daily thing to me Your phone rings but you don’t know the number, would you answer it if I wait for a call like from hospital etc. How many cars have you actually owned 0 Do you always take a shower after you have sex no When you wash your hair in the shower to you face the faucet or away:. face Would you let the girl pay on the first date if she really wanted to split or else I just feel ashamed Have you ever had a friend who preferred the same sex I’m that friend ha! What was the name of the last alcohol you consumed that got you trashed not applicable Do you let your girlfriend drive, or do you prefer to we don’t drive The last time you had sex was it in the morning, afternoon or night afternoon

Are you afraid of stink bugs? they’re harmless :o Do you have a printer? but we don’t use it What is the closest thing to you that’s yellow? pencil  Does anyone own any embarrassing pictures of you? I’m ugly on all photos... Do you care what others say about you? who and what? Are you into anime? blergh Name one movie that has made you cry more than once. ex. Five feet apart When is your father’s birthday? Mother’s? next year *my father is a Pisces and my mother is an Aquarius like me  no more info for ya! Are you a sarcastic person? very Do you overthink things? 24/7, every single detail, even from ages ago Are you naturally paranoid? would say so

What was the last song you listened to? Lola Marsch - Echoes

Which is more important in your life, TV or Internet? internet, I don’t watch TV and I’d even choose net over movies if I had to Do you overuse smileys? gifs :P When was the last time you ate something? an hour ago *but I fill out this survey for couple of hours  Have you seen all of the Jaws movies? I haven’t seen any of ‘em Do you know what Entomophobia is? had to google it When was the last time you played cards? (not on the computer) months ago Ever owned a pair of the original Nikes? (white, with only a single swoosh) not my type of shoes Ever worn leg warmers? yes, I still have several pairs  When was the last time you read a book over 700 pages long? never, I only written over 700 pages Have you ever had a black eye? nope, just bags under my eyes

How do you mark through your word search puzzles? I cross them with my pen Do you hate people who ask a lot of questions? I enjoy questions but... Have you ever seen a roll of bluish-green toilet paper? yep Can you name five ‘z’ words off the top of your head? besides my name? in english or polish? If a rooster laid an egg on the peak of a roof which side would it roll to? roosters don’t lay eggs

[fairycosmos]

urgent!!! I FEEL SO LONELY MY CHEST HURTS AND IM CRYING. I CANT EVEN TELL ANYBODY EVEN THE CLOSEST PERSON TO ME BC I DONT WANT TO INFECT THEM WITH SADNESS BC I WANT TO THE BE KIND OF PERSON WHO RADIATES HAPPINESS BUT IM JUST NOT IM ALWAYS SAD AND I AM JUST NOT THAT KIND. I JUST WANNA BE HAPPY AND CONTENTED WITH WHO AND WHAT I HAVE BUT IM JUST NOT. I LITERALLY FEEL LIKE IM NOTHING, I FEEL SO WORTHLESS AND THAT I DONT DESERVE TO BE LOVED AND IM SO HUNGRY FOR LOVE

hey babeyyyy. i'm so sorry to hear that you're dealing with this rn and like i can't tell you how much i relate but still i,,,, can't imagine the extent of your specific type of pain god :(( i got your other message and yeah PLEASE let's just fucking drink wine together and scream at the universe for being so unforgiving and unfair. :(( it sucks because i know there's nothing i can say to change your core beliefs but i am eternally proud of you for getting through these episodes and for managing to get by on a day to day basis. it's not easy and you deserve all the credit in the universe, dude. listen not to be dramatic but self hatred is literally a position that morphs every situation into something it's not. i know all the bad things you think about yourself seem like 100% fact, like there's no room for argument or alternative thought, but that truly is the trick of the sadness. i am telling you straight up from a perspective that is not biased by your own negative emotions: you are not unlovable. just because you're alone right now doesn't mean you always will be, and it is not a measurement of your worth as a person. it is totally okay to lose it and to cry and to feel overwhelmed at times, but it is not okay to hurt yourself (in any way) because of it. there is a line and you WILL learn to walk it if you give yourself the chance and the tools to do so. i promise that these concepts DO apply to you and you are not an exception to happiness and positive improvement just because you're current perspective is clouded by how hurt you are. you don't have to believe me at the moment, but please allow it to be something you consider when you're in a calmer frame of mind. that alone is good enough. those small choices do matter.

i totally get what you mean when you say it feels like you're infecting others with your sadness. sometimes i feel like my very presence does that. and you're allowed to feel that way, but you must try to simultaneously recognise that emotional vulnerability usually only strengthens the relationship you have with those around you. it's a way to let love in, the love you're looking for. maybe it's not romantic love but that's just one faucet of tenderness. yeah it's embarrassing but you must examine why you feel guilty over simply having a spectrum of human emotion. and you'd do the same for those you care about, right? leaning on each other is a good thing, it is so so necessary. the give and take is what makes things work. i'm not saying you have to go spilling your secrets to everyone. i'm saying it's ok to admit that you're struggling, as you have to me. even if you have to fucking force the words out. give those around you the opportunity to be a true friend to you. this seems like a very deeply rooted issue and, to be honest, if you haven't done so already i would also ask you to consider maybe talking to a professional about it if you can. i know your brains immediate response will be to shut the idea down, but you gotta see that that's just another tactic that will perpetuate the painful cycle. it can be your doctor, a counselor, even a mental health hotline it you don't know where to start. it may be that you need to reevaulte your self perception and face up to why you feel so scared and upset. a professional will be able to offer you specialized advice, show you how to cope in a healthier way when these emotions do arise, and show you how to question the anxieties so you see how illogical they are. seriously, if this is impacting your happiness and overall well being then there is nothing wrong with needing a more intensive form of support. i can't stress enough that your mental health is just as important and complex as your physical health and you do not have to try and confront it all on your own. sometimes medical assistance is needed, and that is fine. that's just reality. i get that it probably doesn't feel like a viable and realistic option for you at the moment. but please just let the idea linger. it's completely normal to be afraid, to not want to do it. but breaking these patterns starts with choosing to do something different, something for the better. no matter how much your brain rejects it.

that's just a thought though. no pressure, no commitment yet. for now, all you have to do is take a breath. give yourself a moment. allow your mind to go blank for a few seconds. you're here and you're going to be alright. i genuinely believe this is a stepping stone in your life and not a trap or a permanent destination. all of the things you desperately long for are nestled in the future. maybe not where you expect them to be, but there nonetheless. life really does only make sense backwards, and you must give yourself the time to live out the solutions to your problems, angel. it's easy to fall into the trap of thinking your circumstances dictate your significance but they don't. others truly don't see you the way you see yourself and someday someone is going to prove that to you. you'll be hugged, you'll be cherished. and the lack of something in your life is NOT an indicator that you don't deserve it. you do, you always will. it is so normal/human to crave companionship and a true connection, but that want does not determine your whole life. again, i know you don't believe me at the minute. but have a little trust in your older self. no matter how dramatically awful it all seems to you right now, there is a balance. and you will adapt to it, especially if you attempt to. i really hope you're okay and that you try your hardest to accept the rationality instead of the self loathing. you may not be able to every time but just giving it a go will make a difference. i'm sending so much love to you and i am really always here if you need a friend or someone to talk to, ok? hmu anytime.

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Get to Know Me~!

Tagged by: @writersrealmbts​ and @hobi-ssi​ Sorry i took so long y’all, but HERE I AM! Thanks for tagging meee ^.^ 

Rules: Tag people you want to know better.

Star Sign: Pisces

Height: 5′1 or about 155 centimeters

Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first four songs that pop out:

Peace of Peace - j-hope

Switchblade - Timeflies

New Ting - Marc E. Bassy

Trigger the Fever - NCT Dream

Grab the nearest book to you and turn to page 23, what line is 17?

“and synthesize new evidence”

- My Health Psychology Textbook

Ever had a poem written about you?

I wish. But I don’t think so

When was the last time you played the air guitar?

I don’t?

One sound you hate and one you love:

Hate - Water dripping from a faucet (it literally sounds like money dripping down the drain to me)

Love - The sound of rain

Do you believe in ghosts?

I might be converted to a believer because I’m 73% sure it’s hAUntED

Aliens?

Probably not

Do you drive/gotten into a crash?

Funny story... I almost got into one last weekend

Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Nope

Last movie I’ve seen:

Crazy Rich Asians

Worst injury:

I sprained my ankle without moving

Do you have any obsessions right now?

Rn.. it’s probably tumblr and kkt... and BTS. But I feel Mx and Stray Kids creeping up on me.

Hold grudges?

Um, yes? But I don’t make it known. It’s kinda a thing I keep to myself.

Relationship:

Idk her

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Hi time for one fun ish fact abt each eternal gales main character because I'm bored and thinking abt them let's go 

Sprinkles: she is a gamer, and spends a good 80% of her day playing video games since her job is basically just recording herself reading a 2 minute script and that's it. She generally likes fast paced combat games most! 

Beats: she's probably the stalien with the longest work days, and she gets rly frustrated when her friends (mainly Alpha) complain abt her not having much free time since she hates it just as much and doesn't exactly have a choice in the matter. 

Alpha: she has piss poor pain tolerance lol 

Looser: other than Busy and Dancer, he's the only one of the staliends who knew how to speak a lil bit of english before the humans entered the picture. Some of the others could loosely understand it thanks to it being the primary way that Busy and Dancer spoke verbally (they learned it from Softie who learned it from the narrator, so they didn't know it was an alien language at the time) but Looser is the only one who made attempts to learn how to speak it himself before meeting the human kids

Dancer: he has a condition that along with many other things, makes it so it's a lot easier for his plating to slide out of place. On the one hand it means he can be a lot more flexible than most staliens which helps with his dancing, but on the other hand it also means it's easy to dislocate his plating in potentially painful ways that can be hard to fix (and it also makes him generally less tough skinned than most staliens which means he gets hurt more easily and also is prone to a lot of skin problems and also a lot of health issues that generally make it so he rly shouldn't dance so much but I'm not gonna go into all of that shit rn)

Busy: she and Softie used to ram heads a lot as a show of playful affection, to the point that it's still a present habit that she has to make an active effort to not do to the people around her gxjdmcg. Luckily she's not gonna break most of her friends horns on accident at least, since they're much taller than her 

Helmet: idk if I've said this before but they have a clothes rental service! It's not their primary job of course, but they put much more effort into it even if it's not a business most staliens tend to show interest in utilising. 

Mason: they like to create their own music! And by that I mean the stalien "equivalent" to music which is actually very very different than human music dnflfmdj. Long story short, it's more like smell based and serves a somewhat different purpose than music since most staliens don't rly have a sense of rhythm or whatever like humans do. They're almost closer to candles, but if candles were made for entertainment and artistic expression rather than just to smell nice. Mason likes using stalien blood smells along with many chemical like smells for theirs 

Butter: they keep a journal where they write down a good 95% of their thoughts to try and help with their horrible memory, but this has mixed results since it can be hard to find the information they need amongst the hoard of notes. 

Dodie: despite being very tall, she's actually incredibly light! It does not take much of a breeze for her to be pushed around, which is why it's a very good thing she can control wind and make sure it doesn't happen and blow her away when she doesn't want it to dndjdnd 

Mase: he's not very expressive in general, but he also cries very easily, so like he'll be watching like a vaguely sad movie and just be blank faced while tears stream down his face like a faucet 

Sier: I've mentioned they can play the violin, but they also play the piano! Violin is their preferred instrument to play, but the piano holds sentimental value to them since their brother plays it and taught them how to play when they were younger 

Aris: she stims verbally a lot! It's something she finds embarrassing abt herself, but she's usually comfortable enough around her friends to feel safe doing it around them :) 

Tali: she tends to chew on her hands a lot, and occasionally has to make herself new fingers after leaving deep enough bite marks that it gets in the way of doing things 

Snek: you know those images that you'd see in some school science books in sections abt snakes that were like "if humans could open their jaws as much as snakes they could swallow a whole loaf of bread"? Bloom showed Snek one of those once and she instantly got Mase to bring her a loaf of bread to try it but failed to account for the fact that she has a gag reflex fmdkdndh 

Shoe: he likes to just randomly yell and make silly noises when he's bored. The others usually then join him, but he's typically the only one who'll start it 

Sock: he likes to organise things when stressed, and if he can't he will usually end up biting one of the others and not letting go until Snek brings them somewhere with stuff to organise. 

Bloom: she's one of the few people that is capable to entering Mase's home, but after the first time he accidentally got her stuck at his place for a few days he started being very careful to not accidentally trap her again fndndjf 

Fydd: he is very good at imitating random noises, and 100% uses that to prank Bloom and his mom CONSTANTLY. He also imitates video game sound effects a lot as a verbal stim 

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ugh my dad needs to get a new job and get his health insurance to be in effect so he can get his knee fixed asap bc we are barely scraping by rn and we can't keep it up much longer like to keep from making his knee way worse that whole leg needs to be totally non weight bearing so he can't do anything around the house or yard. so my mom, on top of working a ton, has been mowing and weed whacking and weeding and cleaning up the dead rotting leaves from last fall he refused to take care of and i have been taking care of everything inside the house; meal planning, shopping, cooking, dishes, taking care of trash/recyclables, (cleaning should also be here but i literally can't lol) but on top of all this, our kitchen sink is broken and we had to shut the water off in the kitchen until we can somehow fix it (we did get a new faucet since we need one but installing it is another matter). so i have cooked all but one night for the past like 5 days since it broke ALL WITHOUT RUNNING WATER IN THE KITCHEN, and cleaning up afterwards is so fucking tedious, i have to rinse dishes with a watering can filled up in the bathroom! also my car is currently unusable as of last night bc the brakes aren't working right and the brake light is on (and the check engine light but uh, that's usually on lmao). we think/hope it's just low brake fluid, possibly bc of a leak in the line, but not sure. my dad was supposed to check that today but he didn't. bluh. plus it feels like our house is falling apart around us. well the wooden parts not the brick. that bird family is still living in the space between my storm window and the regular window panes in my room bc the sill had a chunk rot off and leave a hole. part of our porch is still not useable bc rotting away, two cellar steps are still broken, our back gate is broken, only two and a half windows can actually be opened, every single window sill and frame is rotting bc there's like no paint left on there, the kitchen sink obvs......and of course no money/time/ability to do anything about most of this anyway my original point to this post was that i just went to soak my nose and go to bed and saw that nobody ever rinsed and put away dishes after dinner and had to do it. even tho i had asked earlier if it was ok that i didn't clean up after it bc i was too tired and they said it was fine......but then didn't do it? someone just put some of the dishes in the sink and poured some watering can water in them. i'm not mad, but i'm worried. bc i can feel that i'm about to crash hard and it's clear my mom is too, and my dad either can't or won't do much to help

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Wisconsin Christmas Mountain Resort Legionnaires Outbreak

Three people are sick with Legionnaires disease and one person has died following stays at the Christmas Mountain Resort in Wisconsin Dell. Here’s what you need to know about the Wisconsin Christmas Mountain Resort Legionnaires Outbreak:

Those who were diagnosed with Legionnaires’ disease became sick within two weeks of stays at Christmas Mountain Resort. As of now, an investigation is still ongoing, and the local health department is still seeking answers. The exact source of the bacteria is still pending.

“There is no determination tying the death or illness to the presence of Legionella (the bacteria that causes Legionnaires’ disease) at Christmas Mountain,” said Tara Hayes, MSN, RN, director/health officer, of the Sauk County Health Department.

Legionella Bacteria Found at the Resort

While the health department keeping mum on the source, a representative for the resort (through its parent company Bluegreen) confirmed that they found bacteria on the property. According to the representative, “After testing, we found that the water supply in certain units had been affected and, subsequently, tested positive for the bacteria. Christmas Mountain is working with the Department of Agriculture, Trade, and Consumer Protection, Department of Health Services, and the Sauk County Health Department to conduct an environmental assessment to collect water samples and is working on a remediation and water management plan with a professional consulting company.”

But the representative was quick to note that they are denying that those who became sick did so on their property, despite the positive testing. “There is no conclusive evidence that they contracted the Legionella bacteria during their stay at the property,” the representative said.

Remediation Ordered

Meanwhile, the health agency is requiring the resort to undergo remediation to rid its units of Legionnella. Ms. Hayes told the media that “the remediation includes installing “point of use” filters on every fixture in every unit at the resort. Hayes said the filters decrease exposure to less than 1 percent and the filters are 99 percent effective. However, she cautioned that ‘those with chronic health conditions, the very young, elderly, and poor immunity are at higher risk.”

Legionnaires’ disease

Legionnaires’ disease is a severe form of pneumonia  caused by inhaling Legionella bacteria.The bacteria is typically found in outbreaks such as these linked to man-made water systems, like: shower faucets, hot tubs, air conditioners, hot water tanks, heaters, fountains, and large plumbing systems. When these water systems go untreated and have poor maintenance, this is when Legionella overgrowth becomes a problem. A Legionella bacterium can easily spread in water systems it is present in. Some sources of Legionella bacteria include: street cleaning trucks, dishwashers, cooling towers, dishwashers, etc.

The signs and symptoms of Legionnaires’ disease are alike to that of pneumonia. The symptoms are relatively common and flu-like in nature. Someone may have a cough, shortness of breath, a headache, muscle aches, and a fever. In some instances, the fever can reach up to 107 degrees Fahrenheit.

The symptoms can usually take around 2 weeks to develop. The infection begins with symptoms like headache, chills, fever and muscle pain.

After some days, an infected person can develop another set of symptoms like: shortness of breath, coughing, headache, mental confusion, chest pain and other gastrointestinal problems. Almost half of patients develop neurological symptoms, like confusion or some other mental changes.

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If you were infected with Legionnaires disease after staying at the Wisconsin Christmas Mountain Resort, and are interested in making a legal claim for compensation, we can help.  Call us for a free no obligation legal consultation at 833.330.366, or send us an e-mail here.

By: The News Desk

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Water and Bacteria

Water is certainly essential to us. We need water to live, and of course showering, washing clothes and dishes is an essential as well. Most of the time, water is great, and when you pour yourself a cup of water from the tap, or a cup of cold water from the fridge, you don’t give a lot of thought to the safety, its assumed. While water is essential to humans, its also essential to those harmful little critters that can make a human very ill.  

Illness Involving Water

A very popular water park is a great summer attraction, and of course the kids love it. However, some time back a two-year-old boy almost died from a day of fun at the water park. After his visit, he became ill with what appeared to be flu in the beginning. The child got worse and on day 3 he was being kept alive on supports. That is when the discovery was made that the wading pool at the water park had some harmful bacteria, E. coli. It is fairly obvious how this bacterium entered a wading pool, you have toddlers in the water, and most are not potty trained. The little boy did survive; however, it was a very close call.  

Related:  How Electronic Health Records Change Jobs

A middle-aged woman became ill with flu like symptoms, and after two weeks could just not shake the illness. She became more ill by the day, and doctors could not determine the problem. She was eventually hospitalized where she did finally improve. After an extensive investigation, it was found that the contamination was coming from the woman’s shower head. A buildup of harmful bacteria was right inside the shower head, and each time she showered, she sprayed water directly into her face, including nose, eyes and mouth.

Bacteria exists everywhere, however a water supply can often make it multiply quickly. Cleaning surfaces that are often wet, with a bleach or vinegar solution can help to eliminate bacteria. Shower heads, and kitchen sink faucets can be soaked in a cup of vinegar water, which will sanitize the area water comes from, and also eliminate lime scale that builds up from constant water use.  

There is a popular tv show on currently that leaves the participants with no water supplies, it is left up to them to secure their water source. If you watch the show, you have seen that on occasion the participants drank the water even though they had not boiled it, or made sure it was filtered properly.  You may also have noticed that the people got very ill afterwards.

Water is essential for life, and water is certainly good for our bodies, but standing water is likely to generate bacteria that could be harmful to humans or animals. Water sources can be like a needle in a haystack. Most water is safe and fine to consume, but there can be that one needle in the haystack, or drops of water that will harm you if you touch them.  

Always consume clean clear water, and don’t consume water that has been sitting out for a long period of time. Water is good for us, just be careful and and enjoy a tall glass of ice water that you know is clean.  

Related:  Leading Registered Nurse, Linda K. Tilley, RN, will be Announced in the Worldwide Leaders in Healthcare

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When an ER Nurse Gets Diabetes...

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When an ER Nurse Gets Diabetes...

In early November, I had the honor of speaking in front of the Utah Chapter of the American Association of Diabetes Educators. What a great group they are! Not least because the Utah Department of Health actually supports them by funding educational initiatives. I loved that they sought me out to speak about the DOC after one CDE on the planning committee noted: "Just thinking about my adult children that are 18, 20, 24 and 27, Facebook, Twitter, YouTube and other websites are a daily life experience for them. My son, who recently purchased a home, watched YouTube videos on changing a sink faucet, as well as changing an electrical socket. We as educators need to know the things that are out there, that are accurate, to direct our patients to." Go, internet-savvy educators!

One of the interesting folks I met through the Utah connection was Berit Bagley, who actually won a book giveaway we ran for the educators here at the 'Mine. Berit has a special perspective, as an adult diagnosed with type 1 at the outset of her career as nurse! She agreed to share her story and her outlook with us online:

A Guest Post by Berit Bagley

My Motto: "The very things that hold you down are going to lift you up" — Timothy Mouse (Dumbo)

RN for over 5 years.

Graduate of Cuesta College, San Luis Obispo, CA.

Finishing my BSN at BYU-Idaho (as we speak).

Credentials: RN, CEN/CPEN and studying for CDE!!

Two beautiful children. Not married.

Live in Highland, Utah.

Work in Provo, Murray and American Fork at Intermountain Healthcare.

* * *

I was sitting in my nurse residency program listening to a lecture about diabetes. I remember the lecture vividly. I even managed to raise my hand and voice my concerns of "insulin coverage" for snacks after having just given "Lantus." The instructor smiled and basically handed me my naive understanding of diabetes on platter. I was so dumb.

After nurse residency, I decided to devote myself to the Emergency Department. This is what I truly loved. Emergency nursing is challenging, exciting, rapidly changing and a perfect fit for a healthy young healthcare worker like me. But that all changed on October 28th, 2008.

My new accessory had become the all-too-familiar water bottle. My runs had started becoming shorter and shorter, and I was allowing myself to walk them more and more. I justified all this because I was only thirsty at night and drinking my children's juice boxes was totally acceptable.

Here I am, an Emergency Room nurse, and I am ignoring the symptoms of diabetes.

I finally borrowed a friend's meter after a Halloween party and was shocked that it read "HIGH." I called the ER (since I work there) and said, "Hey it's Berit... I need a room." I arrived 20 minutes later and my friend Julie got out the huge hospital meter. It also read "HIGH." I started crying. 732mg/dl was my number that night. Since I was not in DKA and I am a nurse, they did not admit me. They gave me IV insulin, fluids and insulin pens. I remember the specialist they called in asked for someone to get me 15 grams of carbohydrates and not one nurse knew what would be 15 grams.

I went home around 3am wondering, "Will I end up like everyone I take care of in the ER with diabetes?" The next day, I called the diabetes clinic attached to the hospital, explaining I was diagnosed the night before. I hoped to God that the diabetes nurse who had spoke at my lecture years before would not remember the ignorant floor nurse. I spent the next week learning how to live. Overwhelmed, sad, angry, scared, lost. That pretty much summed me up.

Although I had a great crash course in diabetes, I really had no clue. I was meticulous in my testing (too much if you ask me). I over-corrected at first and dropped low very often the entire first year. The night shift at the hospital was interesting on injections and my glucose was all over the place, mostly low. Last May, I took a job in diabetes education and am currently working towards taking my CDE exam (I will be eligible in June 2012). I am no longer "lost." I am privileged to work with the people who have raised me from ignorant floor nurse to naive emergency room nurse to baby diabetes educator. Everyday is challenging, rapidly changing and the perfect fit.

Every year I write a Top Ten List of life as an educator with diabetes. Here is a mashup of some of my favorites from the past three years:

Even the best nurses can't carb count.

Getting tubing caught on a door handle hurts.

Don't be defined by your A1C!

Not feeling sorry for myself and continuing to learn how to take care of myself is a MUST.

Occasionally my blood sugar will be higher than the ER patient I'm treating for hyperglycemia.

Sensors still drive me insane.

Occasional "deleting" of my OWN basal rates will and can happen while helping patients over the phone.

When training on a Medtronic Minimed pump, NEVER adjust a temp basal pattern without a double-check.

There are people who check blood sugar more often than me.

Not all dieticians, nurse educators or providers work or think the same.

Great insights from the "inside" of healthcare, Berit, thank you. It's great to know there are fellow PWDs (not naive about diabetes!) out there treating patients.

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The health faucet set is designed with precision & offers you splash-less water with lesser noise. Made from the latest technology, it develops a clean spray to give a perfect comfortable & smooth flow of water taking care of your health & hygiene.

[itsrnvalves]

The health faucet is designed with precision & offers you splash-less water with lesser noise. Made from the latest technology, it develops a clean spray to give a perfect comfortable & smooth flow of water taking care of your health & hygiene.

[itsrnvalves]

The health faucet is designed with precision & offers you splash-less water with lesser noise. Made from the latest technology, it develops a clean spray to give a perfect comfortable & smooth flow of water taking care of your health & hygiene.