#hope this makes you feel better

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Welcome Home x Kaiju Reader Scenarios:

If you're feeling sad

POV: you're feeling down on yourself when you enter the neighborhood.

Home

🏠 He'll give you a sympathetic look, and try to attract Wally or any other neighbors to your location.

🏠 if no one's around or busy, He'll try to offer his best means of comfort, which is his usual onomatopoeia.

"Creeeak... squeak.. creeeek..."

🏠 you understood some of it, but not all of it.

🏠 If you're sitting close enough to his side, he'll try to "pat" your back with his window shutter.

🏠 wishes you were small enough so he could invite you in to wait for Wally.

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Wally

🎨 he can't stand to see you upset. He'll notice your dimmed demeanor and ask you what's wrong.

🍎 He'd be very upset you didn't see your beauty the way he did.

"Oh neighbor. Don't you know that you're the absolute most to me?"

🎨 he'd try to make you feel better by painting your spikes or nails, or just a painting for you in general.

🍎 When none of which work/are denied, he'll reside to sitting beside you, if you're laying on your belly, he'll hug your cheek and reminds you that he "Loves you very much."

👁 will try to track down whomever made you feel this way to "talk" with them.

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Barnaby

🦴 He'll somewhat sense you're feeling off, but if you're visibly saddened he'll ask you outright if you're okay.

🐶 He'll visibly wilt at how you upset you were as he couldn't bare the fact you felt so bad. He'll even take off his hat.

"Aw... s'ok kid... you know you could talk to your ol' blue buddy Barnaby if ya need to."

🦴 He'll try to lighten your mood with a few jokes from his stand-up acts or try to perform a few tricks for you if he had any props on hand.

🐶 if none of those really work, He'll lay his head on your lap. If your laying on your belly, he'll lay his head on your hand.

🦴 He'll either sit there with you and offer words of comfort or just remain silent until you're feeling better. Sometimes he'll even lick your cheek.

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Julie

🪀 She'll notice it right away; she can detect the somber aura in your presence and lack of enthusiasm and ask you what's up.

🧸 Her cheery demeanor would lower almost instantly. Your feelings were very important to her.

"Aw... Don't worry, I'm here to help!"

🪀 seeing that you weren't up for physical games, she'd try games like "I spy" or find shapes in the clouds.

🧸 if you're laying on your belly, she'll sit beside your cheek, and idly trace shapes along your finger while having light-hearted chats with you

🪀 may doze off laying against your cheek, in which you'd also do.

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Poppy

🍪 Poppy can see it almost immediately, and would gently ask if you were feeling well.

🪶 Her heart would break for whatever bad feelings would plague you. Even if you were tall, she considered you to be her "child."

"Oh dear... is there anything I could do to make you feel better?"

🍪 she'll offer you something to eat, whether it be a baked pastry or anything you wanted in general.

🪶 if that is denied, she'll simply sit with you, either in silence or engages in lighthearted conversation, while knitting something.

🍪 sometimes, if she's feeling brave enough she'll perk herself onto her shoulder and preen your hair gently.

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Frank

🦋 he'll notice you aren't your usual bright self, and even if he's apprehensive with you, he'll still approach you and ask if you're okay.

📚 He'll actually be incredibly sympathetic, as he really didn't know what someone through your mind.

"O-oh. I'm sorry to hear that."

🦋 he won't really know what to do, and he'll upright ask if you wanted to talk about it.

📚 when you do open up, he's a very good listener, not missing a single word you say, and is very careful with his responses.

🦋 after a while, it will become a lighthearted conversation about a random subject.

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Sally

☀️ she knows an act when she sees one. She can see right through the "cheery facade" and will ask you upfront what ails you.

🎭 she'll have to keep from bursting into hysterics, as you were a paragon to her and for you to have such negative thoughts broke her spirit.

"Oh no... that simply won't do! Is there anything I can do to aid you?"

☀️ she'll try to keep her exaggerating to a minimum and try to offer you words of comfort.

🎭 If you're laying on your belly, she'll sit against your cheek, periodically doting over you and praising your existence.

☀️ her figurative and literal warmth might cause you to dose off with a smile on your face, to which she'll let herself dose off as well.

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Howdy

🐛 He'll see it in your posture, which was slightly slumped. When he got time to himself, he approached you and asked you if you were okay.

🛍 He felt terrible at how you felt. His inner older brother couldn't bare to hear such negative thoughts come from you.

"Ohh... Well... wait out here. I'm going on my break soon. Maybe we can talk about it."

🐛 true to his word, he did indeed spend his break with you talking with you, and offering words of comfort.

🛍 he sat on your shoulder, listening to you as you vented, while using all four of his hands to rub your hand best he can. [Optional if you have the appropriate hair type: he'll sometimes braid your hair.]

🐛 he'll offer you some of his stocks, and try to remain outside as much as possible to keep you company.

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Eddie

✉️ he'll see it in how you greet him; he knows a sad voice when he hears it. He'll ask you if you're feeling alright.

💌 he'll frown in sympathy, knowing how difficult it must be for one of your stature to deal with such negative feelings.

"Oh my. Don't worry. I'll always be here if you need me."

✉️ Once he's done with his usual routes, he'll notify everyone of your feelings via, you guessed it; mail!

💌 everyone almost immediately makes you letters, crafts and other various gifts, and he incorporated some of his own work into this.

✉️ once he delivers it to you, he'll sit with you and remind you on how much you mean to them, and that everyone's willing to help you.

Hope this brightened up your day, lovelies~ ❤️

This idea is from a commenter from my Wattpad book.

If there’s any ideas you’d like to share, asks are open.~

[priscilla9993]

@killian-whump This goes out to you for all fun goodness

And time for a soft end!

[hansoeii]

[giantkillerjack]

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

[plain-text version of this post can be found under the cut]

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

Plain-text version:

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

P.S. Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Conceal, don't feel, don't let it show.

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[m3lonchaly]

Enjoy my cat vibing to some chill music

[willgrahamscock]

No one prepares you for how crippling grief is, last year my mom died of cancer. I watched her decline so rapidly that my brain couldn't understand who I was looking at by the time she passed. I couldn't understand who I was by the time she passed because I had to become a vessel who makes appointments, dresses, nurses, cooks and an entity who does not sleep. I did it all alone. The reality is that cancer eats away at everything, it lives on even after the patient dies. It ate away at every part of me, I couldn't get out of bed, I had sleep paralysis, I couldn't stop seeing her... like that. They asked me if she's my grandmother when they carried her out of the house. She was in her early 50s. Do you understand? In 3 months, she began to look like she was 80. Everyone wanted me to move on after a month, no one called anymore, not even a text. I thought I was alone when she was alive, but this was a new type of isolation. One that I barely survived. (thank you to my mutuals and tumblr for being an outlet)

It's been a year and 6 months, today I realized she's not the first thing I think of in the morning, or the last thing I think of before I fall asleep. I couldn't even call to do paperwork before, now I'm forgetting why it was even that difficult.

The sun's out, I think i'm going to get ice cream without feeling guilty that it's not something she can do anymore.

[jkvjimin]

light of my life 🤍 for @kimtaegis [cr. namuspromised]

[delicioustarong]

Their last conversation... anyways this is the "sweet moments" I was talking about LMAO

Creator: @honeqq

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Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 |

[femboymilkovich]

Ian x Mickey & being schmoopy with each other

⤷Set for @thepupperino

[nyratcrg]

@dragondrcams

Nyra was glad that the Thanksgiving holiday was over and that she could go back to Harvard. Dad wasn’t home as usual and Alicent had presided over the proceedings. Of course, it went about as well as Nyra had imagined it would go.  Her half-brothers behaved much as teens would, while she herself had been exiled to the farthest end where she could neither hear what Alicent and Otto were talking nor participate in the kids’ proceedings.

Nyra shoved her dresses and other clothes into her suitcase. She unplugged her laptop and placed it gingerly into her shoulder bag. She picked up her phone and ordered an Uber. “Your driver will be here in twenty minutes,” the message said. Great, she thought to herself, twenty more minutes with the brats.

She regretted that thought the moment she turned around and saw Helaena in the doorway of her bedroom. “What’s up, Helaena?” she called to her younger half-sister and gestured for her to come in.

[danwhobrowses]

Sometimes love is planning on having a cosy cottage when the dust has settled, sometimes love is kissing the person you want to be with before a big battle and seeing where things go from there, and sometimes love is swiping a bag of shrooms from a cow man and letting the other know that you'd do any and every crazy thing they want with them

and all of them are valid

[inkskinned]

she says he won't let her get a dog, which is fine, because they're in an apartment, and that's the kind of thing people say about their partners. he won't let me get a dog. and you're at a dinner party and you tilt your head a little to the side just like that dog he won't let her get, because is this the thing that's going to upset you? you don't know every corner of their relationship, she could be joking, they could have had so many healthy conversations about the dog, right, and maybe she's not letting herself get the dog because of money and time and whatever. but, like, she did say let

and she wants to move away from his hometown and he wants to stay and then he tells you with a wink and a conspiratorial stage whisper don't worry i'll convince her and she laughs about it - so clearly this is something they laugh about. but you do just stand there and stare at him like what the fuck, man. you can't say what you want to say which is why do you get the final say on everything because they're both obviously aware of the other person's stance on this and have obviously had private conversations about it and what are you going to do about it except make a scene and then he'll be mad at you and call you one of those bitches behind your back and she'll cut you off, which is a loss that doesn't feel worth it just because he makes you a little skeeved out every 3rd comment

and they both agree he just isn't the type to get flowers which is fine because everyone shows love differently, and are you really gonna judge someone based on their sense of individual relationship responsibility? maybe he's constantly cleaning her car and writing her poems and making her furniture or something. maybe she doesn't even like flowers and this is perfect, actually. and no you couldn't date him, obviously, ew; but like, she tells you she's happy. you almost send her a tiktok that says don't be 25 and the cool girl that doesn't need anything, you'll hate not getting flowers at 30, but that's like, starting drama & you shouldn't start drama needlessly.

and you're a little older than her but not so much older you can pull the whole trust me on this one babe thing and besides that wouldn't have worked anyway (when does it ever) and besides you have trauma so you and your therapist both agree that you're always looking for a problem even when there isn't one. and you tell yourself that just because you see them for 15 minutes every month does not mean you can identify every single red flag based on a single shitty half-joking(?) comment

and besides, what are you going to do? she says i actually wanted another stand mixer but thankfully he stops me when i'm about to spend too much money and you're standing there like are you okay? is this normal? is this just something people say? and again - what are you going to do?

to your therapist you try to language it - it's not, like, any of my business. but sometimes, doesn't it feel like - you should do something. there's got to be something, right? you've tried dropping little hints but they sail right through and you've tried having a single serious conversation and she got upset because why does it matter to you, yes it's different but we're happy, it doesn't need to make sense to you and you're like. really unwilling to push a boundary about it anymore; because the truth is that you know logically it shouldn't matter to you, as long as both parties are happy.

and besides, you've been wrong before. it's just... like, every time you see them both, something else happens, some kind of shiver down your spine like do you even hear each other when you talk. it's their strange, bickering orbit. just the way he's on his phone through dinner or watching sports instead of helping in the kitchen or, fuck, another one of these little throwaway comments he makes about we'll see about that, babe. she laughs when he calls her passions stupid shit and meanwhile she gets him tickets to see the knicks and he tells you well at least she's smart about something and still! it's none of your business.

you say get the dog anyway and she laughs. like, this is is you being funny. and not you saying - no really. get the dog. get the dog and get out of here. pack up and start running.

[hansoeii]

let time pass.

[heliomanteia]

I think Nico's ability to survive is less so about his will to live and more so about his refusal (less so personal and more so narrative-wise) to die. Nico, for the lack of a better word, is like a cockroach: you cannot kill him in a way that matters so he survives and keeps haunting the scene.

There was once a marvelous post on Nico's function as a narrative tool and it was so beautifully pointed out that he's a near-omniscient deus ex machina (to simplify) which cannot be overlooked when characterizing him. Nico carries so much narrative weight on his back (which arguably could be an example of either good or bad writing depending on your perspective) that he cannot just go and die.

His road towards healing (though definitely not walked alone/individually) is his own, that's his choice to make as a character, but his disposition as a guy that perseveres resides more within his function, in my opinion.

He's not the tragic prince doomed for self-destruction people often draw him out to be but his capacity for survival is also not a product of his continuous work as a character, at least not just that — but is rather a result of his narrative function. Simply saying, you cannot, narratively, kill off Nico di Angelo.

[ahappydnp]

this might be too much of a deep lore question but i figured who would know better thank you if anyone: did they say somewhere or is it established that Phil was meant to join Dans tour in Australia but then randomly couldn’t because he had health issues/migraines?? And if so where did they say that bc i’ve read this in like 3 fics and would love to know the backstory hahaha <3 thank u

hiii they did talk about phil planning to tag along to the australian leg/some of europe "for a free holiday" (18:25) in october 2022. phil also joked tweeting about going to a canada show as well so it definitely seems like they were planning on phil attending more than just the one show

in january 2023 (right before the aus leg of the tour) he mentioned that his dizziness/vestibular migraines issue had gotten worse and he had been seeing specialists/taking new meds (1:34) and that he couldn't fly

the worst part is the last show of the AUS/NZ leg was on january 28th (two days before phil's birthday) so they definitely planned on staying and having a little holiday before the EU leg started (especially as they both really love it there and had a special holiday in australia previously during ii). dan ended up immediately flying home to london after the show for phil's birthday on the 30th