#how dare she fall in love

[crookedfivefingers]

Smith and Jones Doctor Who [s3.e1]

[me-and-me-fr]

They’re having discourse on Tiktok about attachment issues. Attachment. Issues. You know, the thing usually caused by some trauma or underlying mental issues. Cool, great. They love to victimize people with anxious attachment styles, while villainizing people who have avoidant attachment styles.

Both can be terrible to someone in a relationship.

Both are capable of recognizing that and changing it.

Call me chronically online all you fucking want, but if you believe someone is undeserving of love because of a trauma response, maybe it’s you who needs to take a step outside.

[espurr-roba]

"i will fall in love with you over and over again / i don't care how, where, or when / no matter how long it's been / you're mine"

ithica saga.............. oughhhhh

[soupradio]

Won by a land slide might 1 add

I keep reediting this one I'm never happy enough with it

Honda Odyssey style fight scene me x sevika would fix me I would never complain ever again

[doodleynan]

and shadows blend one last time (save those kisses)

[itspileofgoodthings]

the affection? sustained. the warmth? believable. the love? real.

[coachbeards]

People overlook this severity of Ted's mental illness because he's attractive. This is a traumatized alcoholic with an anxiety disorder who makes impulsive decisions. And usually those impulsive decisions are self-destructive.

yeah!!!!! ted is SEVERELY mentally ill and traumatized. like. that’s a huge plot point in the show, and i’m not entirely sure how people keep missing it lmao but that’s another thing. there’s a few posts floating around that talk about Ted having bipolar II disorder and, I’m not an expert by any means, but i definitely could see the possibility of it. I also think that,,, people ignore that whenever the topic of why Ted and Michelle got divorced, too. like. most people completely blame michelle for the divorce as if like. Ted’s inability to open up to anyone wasn’t something he needed Sharon’s help with lmao. Like. Yeah.

[fitzrove]

Started watching a "problem with greek myth retellings" video and it began with a blurb montage like "Condemned by the misogynist guys of history, this is the true girlboss feminist story of [A WOMAN]" and like. brb writing one of those about crown prince rudolf. It's ok he's like a misunderstood girlboss to me<3

[blueheronpronouns]

I just finished watching Gravity Falls for the first time and I am NOT DOING OKAY !!!!!

for starters: I highly highly HIGHLY recommend that you watch the show if you haven’t before!!! It may be a kids show, but my god is it incredible!!! The finale had me CRYING (5.5 times total!!!) I am a MESS I may never be the same,,,,,,,

Man. Anyways where to start???? This WHOLE show is SO incredible, and I could just go on and on and on!!! AAUGHHH

I think what just really hit me with the finale in particular is leaving behind people and places that you love so very dearly… and knowing that it may be at least another year before you see them again…. and knowing that you’re gonna change and you may not fit together exactly the way you used to…. and knowing that things are gonna change and you can’t stop it…. but also knowing that you are so loved and cared for and always have those people to fall back on…. also knowing that things will still be okay, you’ve overcome so much and you know now you can get through anything…… that just hits so hard for me !!!!

and Mabel’s line in particular to Candy and Grenda - “thank you for being my people” - absolutely tore me apart because it made me think of my two best friends that I had to ‘leave behind’. I still talk with them but we’ll never be together and close in quite the same way and it’s so hard to accept that,,,,, so yeah,,,,, thank you for being my people!!! I’m so grateful to be able to find my people and I think this show is just such a beautiful thing and I won’t stop thinking about it for a while now!!!!!!!!

[girlivealwaysbean]

sometimes my bestfriend is like an angel in disguise istg

[red-hemlock]

What Type of Lonely are you?

Loneliness of the Lover

You were born into your loneliness, your family always had better things to love. You're a hopeless romantic, of your friends there's only one or two you haven't fallen for. It's a pattern, you don't want to think about that, though. Every person you get close with, your heart locks them into your life. The chains are too tight, or too heavy because they always become overwhelmed and leave. You're too much, a violently bright fire trying to be held by gentle human hands. It's no wonder you burn them. You just aren't meant for love like humans are.

Tagged by: (Stole from @ratwhsprs and @cxpedcrusxder) Tagging: (Anyone who wants to do this! =D <3)

[shanklin]

The Shack hates them of course!

At first at least.

Stan was so excited to have them over. He prepared for weeks for their arrival, planned fun family bonding adventures and made the Shack look extra pretty! He even cleaned out the attic and gave the Shack new furniture offerings! The Shack could see Stan finally brightening up!

And then those damn kids go and break Stan's heart by insulting Stan and having an 8 Ball decide if they stay or not.

The Shack won’t stand for it! They were supposed to make Stan brighter but instead they made the Shacks human more miserable than he’s been in years. All the hard work the Shack put into making Stan feel better and they destroyed it all with just a couple of words.

It needs them gone NOW.

So it does its best to scare them off without actually hurting them. Stan wouldn’t like that. Unfortunately. 

The Shack makes it so the kids think they’re haunted and lets in monsters to attack them. The Shack is confident the kids will run and never come back just like all the other handymen Stan tried to hire before Soos, but the boy pulls out a camera instead and investigates! 

Oh dear the Shack rarely felt this seen. That only ever happened with Stan in private. It should’ve tried to make itself more presentable. 

And then the girl compliments its splinters and the Shack is utterly charmed. Before the Shack can realise what's happening, it tries to keep them close and play with them! 

It even brings out some of the forgotten rooms like the party ones or the one with the wax statues for some light family fun!

[That one didn't go so well for Stan which the Shack regrets, but it's the thought that counts right?]

Luckily just as the Shack was warming up to the kids, the kids were warming up to Stan and then finally FINALLY the Shack gets to see more of Stan's honest smiles and laughter. It couldn’t be more grateful to the kids. And just like it did with Soos and Wendy before that it promises to keep them safe and protected no matter what!

The Shack loves its humans dearly!

Sentient Mystery Shack, who is really biased towards Stan, so when Ford tells Stan he has to give it back after the summer it’s on sight.

Ford keeps tripping over nothing, nothing is where it's supposed to be and somehow he keeps running into closets when he tries to go outside.

But the worst part, the WORST part is that Ford's lightbulb just won't. Work. No matter what he does it keeps flickering and exploding.

Ford is spiraling. 

There is no reason why it shoudln’t work. All his trial runs work perfectly. He’s already checked the Shacks wiring three times and relearned this dimensions science from the ground up. 

Nothing works.

The Rift? Bill? The impending apocalypse? Eating? Sleep? Who cares about that. 

WHY. WONT. THE. LIGHTBULB. WORK???

It doesn’t help that Stan keeps laughing at him.

“Then you do it!” Ford eventually snaps at Stan.

Stan shrugs and with a little song under his breath screws his own lightbulb in. It works perfectly.

Stanford screams.

[edenorisshitposting]

oops, looks like the story I planned to make into a short comic grew so much it's now going to have to be a graphic novel

[sunni-stuff]

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Reader who gets pregnant off of a one night stand with some soldier during armed forces day, showing your appreciation for his service a little too well.

You had a support system, friends who joked about you having way too much fun, hence your predicament, others already offering to buy things for the baby and your parents who couldn't be happier to meet their grandchild.

But what about the father?

Well, it's not exactly like you could track him down. Fuck, you didn't even know the man's name, only how he made you feel, his filthy words strumming in your ear, big hands tight around your waist, hips slamming away in a desperate chase.

Let's forget how you leg-locked him.

When your daughter was born, everything changed, and time slowed down. She was a quiet baby, barely crying or having any outbursts like a normal child would but outspoken in her own little way. That chunky thing came out of the womb with a glare. Brown eyes staring down anyone and everyone but you.

That's something she definitely got from her father. You vividly remember how his umber eyes watching you from across the bar. He was like an eagle waiting for the perfect moment to strike his prey. A perfect soldier.

So, you named your daughter Adira in memory of his strength. That's one thing he could have.

Adira loved to be by your side. Her chubby cheeks pressed into the nook of your neck, holding you close with strength of a thousand babies. Your clingy little thing was a koala, always by her mommy's side, never straying far no matter how curious she got. When she learned to walk, her favorite thing became to hug your leg, especially while in stores. She hated people, wearing a tiny scowl whenever customers passed by tucking herself closer to you.

Maybe it was a good thing her father wasn't around. Having to compete for her first words would've been a bloodbath.

You spent two years in bliss. The fact that you were a single mother an afterthought to raising what you considered a blessing.

With Adira's second Christmas coming up, you wanted to do something special. She loved trains and found them absolutely amusing, often mimicking the honk as she ran around your apartment. Thankfully, there was a train ride for kids around the park during this time of year.

Here, you stood in line, bundled up to the nines. Big poofy coat, warm gloves, and fuzzy boots. As the crowd moved, Adira clung close, arms wrapped around your leg, glowering at any passerby with an annoyed look on her rosy cheeks.

That one was new. Maybe something else she got from her father.

The two of you took steps in tow, keeping Adira close and comfortable as the train came into view. Her expression shifted, excitement palpable. "Twain!" She squealed, jumping up and down.

Before you could respond to Adira's childlike joy, a man bumped into you by accident, nearly stumbling over his own feet. He turns to look at you, blue eyes meeting yours, but you were too focused on the weird ass Mohawk on his head.

People wore still those?

"Sorry bout that lass." The man starts to apologize, a Scottish accent lacing his voice.

That breaks your stare, laughing awkwardly to mask your wandering gaze. "Oh no, it's fine. You should be careful. you might slip on ice."

He nods, giving you a kind smile. The Scottish man starts to leave, but the look your kid was giving him sent shivers down his spine.

Little Adira was giving him a fierce stare down from behind your leg before ultimately cutting her eyes at him as if he were merely a nuisance.

"Next in line! Mctavish!"

The man doesn't stay after that. You assume that it was him they were calling with the way he hurried off. Hope he doesn't fall, seemed like a nice guy.

Soap can't help but do a double take when be gets to the front. The little rascal was wearing his Lieutenants face, hawk eyeing anyone who dared got to close. It was like looking in a mirror.

He nudged Gaz, making a gesture to look back without making it obvious. "See the lass and her bairn in line?"

Gaz gives him a raised brow, looking back for a second before turning around. "There's a lot of kids with their mother's, Johnny."

Soap glances back, double checking to make sure you were still in line. “The lass with the wee one—she’s got the same wicked look as Lt. You cannae miss her.”

Gaz rolls his eyes but humors Soap by looking once more, his eyes scanning the crowd until they land on a little girl already mean-mugging him from a distance. He swiftly turns around, blinking in surprise, trying to comprehend what he saw. "Uh..."

Soap only nods in agreement. That was Ghost's face, on a kid no less. He wastes no time, elbowing Roach and getting him to look back as well, leaving the other Sergeant in the same shock as Gaz. "That is not a face a kid should have."

"Agreed." Gaz added, shuddering at the thought.

"Where's the cap?" Soap asks, the train ride no longer feeling like fun now that he’s discovered the jackpot.

"Market place with Lt. for cigs," Gaz knowingly remarked, remembering that Price had run out on their way here.

"Well, let's go show them a Christmas miracle," Soap shot up from his seat all too eagerly.

The sergeants just got their Christmas present.

[restlesskeychains]

The way she screams waiting. It’s like you, how DARE you tell me to fall inlove with you again when I have been waiting for you for so much of my life. Didn’t you think I would have loved you in any form you took? Didn’t you think I knew how war would change you? Didn’t you think that I would be at your side when you came home, no matter what awful, awful things you may have done? I love it so much.

[vaguely-human-man]

Idk who needs to hear this but take that early transition girl out. Dress her up all pretty and assure her that anyone who dares to say a negative word will have to contend with you. Do her makeup and gently talk her through the steps, do one eye for her and let her try the other one on her own. Kiss her lips and watch the way she grins like a maniac at the imprint that her black lipstick leaves behind. Take her out to the movies or to the mall, walk around and buy her a pair of good boots without letting her look at the price tag, watch the way she smiles shyly and swoons even while insisting she doesn't need them. Tell her 'My love. You loved them instantly and they had your size- it's fate, they're meant to be yours,' and then help her sit down in one of the mall chairs to put them on, watch the way she prances around in them like an excited little girl.

Hold her hand and talk to the lady at Rue 21 for her because you know she's insecure about her voice. Go in the dressing room with her and gently help her into the skirt she was eyeing- one foot, a second, shimmy, shimmy, up- followed by a wonderfully soft sweater that falls just right over her frame. Hug her from behind while she looks in the mirror and feels beautiful, basking in her euphoria. Whisper into her ear how proud you are of her- how brave she is, how beautiful, how honored you are to be able to share this journey with her.

Take her to dinner and kiss her while you wait for your food, run your hands down her freshly shaven arms and gently caress over the back of her neck. Offer her some of your ramen while you take a bite of her fried rice, and clumsily attempt to feed her a bite of sushi with some chopsticks.

And then. Take her home, with all the bags that now hold the beginnings of her new wardrobe, and help her hang them up, try them on. Let her have a fashion show and gently wipe her makeup off before sleep. Kiss her and caress her and shower her with affection, with praise and love and adoration. Let her melt into your arms and if she cries let the tears soak into your shirt. Gently caress her hair and say 'its okay, baby girl. I love making you feel beautiful,'

Or something, idk.