#i was a better therapist to myself than most of em

[edenfoxi]

At the point I think therapy sucks and I'd be better at therapy than 90% of "licensed" therapists. Either that or somehow I got nearly every shitty therapist I could by accident. I've been in therapy for 15-17 years where I was CONSTANTLY switched. And only 1 of those therapists actually helped me at all, and I don't know where she is anymore. I miss her, literally everything got worse after she left and everyone else sucks.

[kellyellys-blog]

Chapter 1 accurate Sbg high school au reupload!!

Tw: past self harm, vaping, cursing, kinda rude stuff, and depressive stuff.

Aiden's eyes fell droopy as he sat in his desk. The teachers slow talking is not helping either. He tries to hold it together but can't and reaches in his bag carefully for his dab pen...but all he felt was the empty compartment of his bag. Aiden felt his heart almost stop as he rummaged frantically through his bag to find his pen.

After class Ashlyn and Taylor waited beside

Aiden's class until he got out so they could go off to lunch. But Aiden just walked right on by them as he left his class. "Well damn what the hells wrong with him?" Ashlyn turns to Taylor "you're talking to me like I fucking know." The two follow Aiden to his locker

Aiden's basically almost throwing stuff out of his locker trying to find his pen. Ashlyn sighs and decides to just ask him up front "what's wrong this time?" Aiden sets aside the notebook he was tossing to the side "I can't find my dab pen!" Taylor blinks unamused "that's it?" "No taylor that's not it! I fucking need that pen! I cannot go back to self harming!" Aiden takes a few steps back and realizes he was overreacting and takes a few deep breaths.

"...you calm now?" Ashlyn says a little concerned. "Yeah I'm ok..” Ashlyn sighs “good now me and tay will go and try to find your vape..wherever it is.”

She spots Logan walking towards them and yells

"Logan you're watching Aiden til we find his shit!" Logan sighs and smiles "fine it's better than having to finish my essay." "Yeah so make sure he doesn't hurt himself..or others." Aiden chuckles "you sound like my therapist, she's a bitch." Ashlyn lets go of his shoulder. "Call me a bitch again and when I find your pen I'm breaking it" Aiden sighs. Ashlyn and Taylor go off to go find his pen

The two walk the empty halls and try to figure out who could have his pen. "Did he just check his pockets?" "His pants pockets are sown shut" "ugh, I can't believe he lost his pen, like who just leaves their pen somewhere where anyone can take it" "Taylor you don't even vape.." "the girls on the cheer team do and they're dumbasses" "wait you're on the cheer team?" "Yeah I joined like 12 days ago ash keep up." "Ok we're way off topic! Who else here vapes that doenst have a pen?"

Taylor groans and pulls out her phone. "I just asked you-" "yeah I know I'm checking snap." Ashlyn looks slightly confused. "Why?" "Because everyone in the school has a go together and they all post stuff in it. One of em most likely posted about finding a pen or not having one." "Oh, that's honestly genius to check the- wait why am I not in it?!" "Shut up! I just found a lead" Ashlyn lets the subject go but she will come back later.

The two end up seeing a girls story and she has Aiden's pen in the background. They know it's Aiden's cause Aiden's pen is camo colored cause it reminds him of Ashlyn. "Finally, let's go confront the bitch where's her class?" "If I remember correctly from the background that's the photo lab in the photography class."

When the two get to the photography class they knock but Ashlyn walks past the teacher as Taylor excuses her and follows Ashlyn. When they get to the girls seat Ashlyn speaks first. "Where's his pen?" "Who's pen?" Taylor speaks up "you know who's, aidens" the girl acts confused. "Oh? I have no idea who that is and I don't vape." Ashlyn groans, she doesn't wanna be here all the day "well he has herpes so-" and before she can finish the girl screams and gets up as she gags. "WHAT?!? OMG WHAT THE FUCK!!" The girl runs out of the room in tears. "Well shit...let's get the pen and go" Taylor speaks calmly as ash finds the pen in the girls desk and they leave.

"Does he really have..?" "Of course not I'd kill myself if he did." Taylor lets out a sigh and stretches. The lunch bell rings and the two look at each other. "Fuck Aiden?" "Fuck Aiden."

At the end of the day they all meet at Aiden's car and Ashlyn gives him his pen. "Thanks ash! Love you." He goes into hug her. "I missed lunch because of your dumb pen but..it's fine I guess." Aiden messed with her bangs “how about we go get raising canes?” Ashlyn smiles and lets out a soft chuckle “yeah that sounds good.” She reaches in her pocket and tosses her jeep keys to Taylor. “You can drive right?” She asks as she blinks at Taylor. “Legally, no. Skill wise fuck yeah.” Ashlyn sighs “good enough.” Ashlyn and Aiden walk off to Aiden’s car as Taylor and Ben head to Ashlyn’s jeep and Logan and Tyler go to Tyler’s car.

[bloodyknucklesforme]

Dessert first | Soap x Nina

CW: smut, oral (fem receiving), John is a munch

“I made dinner, you know.” Nina smiled as Johnny continued his assault on her neck, her book discarded to the side of the bed. He’d just gotten back from a 3 week TDY, she’d barely gotten his hands off her since he arrived home only a couple hours earlier.

“I know…” he pulled the strap of her cami to the side and kissed the skin “and I know it’s going to be amazing” his mouth moved south, kissing and nipping at her chest “but...I was just thinking about having dessert first.”

"You are incorrigible," She laughed, running her hand through his mohawk.

"Can you blame me? Been three weeks of shite MREs." He lifted the hem of her cami and kissed along her stomach, his hands anchored on the legs of her shorts. "Spent most of my nights thinking about ya."

"Is that where my missing panties are going? You thinking?"

He nipped at her hip playfully, holding her down as she jumped.

"Steady Bonnie. I haven’t even gotten your pants off.” He smirked. He hooked his fingers in her shorts and pulled them off. “What a sight.” He straddled her legs and held her hip, his thumb rubbing along the waistband of her panties. “I like these grey cotton ones a lot.”

“I do too, so don’t steal them.”

“I don’t steal.” He leaned down and kissed her. “I always return em, don’t I? And I only take the dirty ones.”

“These aren’t dirty.”

“Not yet.” He brushed his thumb over her clit. Nina gasped softly, squirming underneath him. “Do you think about me when I’m gone?”

“All the time.” She smirked back at him. “Especially before I go to bed.”

“How so?” He ground his palm against her. She found his devotion one of his most attractive traits. Just how wild he got over her. She never thought about being desirable but Johnny never let her doubt it.

“I put…ahhh… one of your shirts…oh fuck… Johnny!”

“Keep going,” he growled in her ear.

“I put it on the pillow and I lay on my stomach with my face against it.”

“Yeah? What else?” She bucked her hips into his hand. Wetness was soaking through the cotton.

“I touch myself and I just think about you.”

“Anything specific?” He nipped at her earlobe.

“You touching me.”

“Like this?” He pressed the base of his hand against her clit.

“Uh huh,” she whimpered.

"Could I take these of ya now?" He purred. She lifted her hips and he pulled them right off. He made a show of shoving them into his pocket.

"I want those back," She said, slapping his arm.

"You'll get them back when I'm done with them." He moved down the bed and lifted her legs up and over his shoulders. Johnny reached down and slowly spread her open with two of his fingers. He let her squirm for a bit, watching her skin prickle from the cold. "What a sight."

He kissed his way down her legs. His mouth was watering by the time he pressed his tongue flat against her center. He groaned as her taste filled her mouth. Holding a pair of her panties against his face while he touched himself in the showers wasn't enough.

He lost himself between her legs. His tongue zig-zagging through her folds and around her clit. He ground his hips against the bed. He held her against the bed with one hand on her stomach. He smiled to himself feeling the muscles ripple underneath him.

Nina had a hard time relaxing on the best of days. Her shoulders would start to fall whenever Johnny walked back through the door. She could see in his eyes that he still felt guilty whenever she had trouble breathing or had a panic attack but he was the only one who truly made her feel safe. The warmth of his hand worked better than any of the breathing techniques her therapist had taught her.

It was overwhelming sometimes. Not in a scary way where her chest felt like it was going to cave in. He made her feel like she was going to melt. She held a hand over her eyes to hide the tears. She reached out blindly for him and he caught her hand in his.

“I got ya, Neen. I got ya.” He breathed against her. “If it’s too much just let me know.”

“More…please,” she choked out. She felt him smile against her thigh. He pushed two fingers inside of her. “Johnny…Johnny…Johnny!”

He curled his fingers, knowing exactly where her sweet spot was. He’d memorized every part of her. Pages and pages of sketches, he could do hundreds more with his eyes closed.

He watched her, her clit between his lips, as her chest heaved and moans flew out of her mouth. He was lucky, lucky that he always got to come home to her. That he got to see her like this, see her laugh and smile.

He pressed his fingers against her, pulling soft cries out of her. He thrusted against the mattress, he should have taken his pants off. He’d made himself cum before just from eating her out and listening to her. The taste of her drew something primal out of him.

She clenched around his fingers and he growled. He wouldn’t be satisfied until she’d cum at least twice before he did.

He hummed against his, focusing on fucking his fingers into her. She tightened her grip on his other hand.

"C'mon Bonnie. Cum for me." He turned his attention back to her clit. Her thighs were shaking on either side of his face. He sucked hard on her clit while making sure to press against her with every thrust. He grinned hearing her gasp and cry. He swear she could have broken his hand if she wanted to. "Good girl. There ya go."

"Johnnnnnyyyyyy!" She moaned, her back arching off the bed.

He licked her clean as she came down from her orgasm. He kissed her thigh and along her panty line.

"I missed ya."

She ran her hand through his hair.

"I missed you." Her stomach growled. "Can we eat dinner now?"

"How about I bring it to you. I don't want you walking just yet." He climbed up to give her a sloppy kiss. "I'm coming back for seconds though."

tag list: @macravishedbymactavish

[ceneunderscore]

I really think abjurers are unfairly maligned. A lot of it is probably residual disdain from Tsukinogi being bad on launch (at least I think that was a thing, I wasn’t playing when she came out) but I still feel like they’re just generally misunderstood. It’s understandable when their role on the team is somewhat muddy considering their dual nature, but in using them extensively on an account that isn’t allowed medics I’ve come to understand them and how best to utilize the strengths they bring.

First of all, the elephant in the room: sanctuary. I honestly don’t disagree with the sentiment that it’s not a very effective mitigation tool. I myself hardly even notice it, though I will admit I haven’t really gotten to play around with the main skills that enhance it’s capabilities very much, since I just barely e2′d 9CD and only got Tsukinogi recently and haven’t had the time to build her. generally, I would consider it a bonus minor effect instead of the main reason you would deploy an abjurer. it’s unfortunate it usurps the position of the operator’s talent like the musha guard ASPD thing, but there’s not much I can do about that except silently pine for a rework that includes it in their branch trait. At the end of the day, it does more than nothing at least, but it’s definitely the weakest aspect of the branch.

Where I think abjurers shine is in fact as your team’s main source of healing. a misconception that I used to fall under, and I’m sure others do as well, is that you need healing out all the time. It certainly feels safer to have S1 Warfarin tucked neatly behind Hoshiguma or something, but when the mission ends and that defender never even approached the health threshold to need the bonus heal from Warf, not much was really gained there (except for the battery potential but that’s a different thing). Simply put, a big chunk of the game does not have enough constant and threatening damage to require full time medic coverage, which is where abjurers come in. you get a handy dandy little friend pinging targets for some bonus arts damage, and then when your blockers are looking a bit scraped up, you switch em on and you’re good to go.

Abjurers are good healers too. It might seem that with them only healing for 75% of their attack, they’d perform poorly, but I’ve certainly found the contrary to be true. Their initial attack values are on par with the lower half of medic medics, and most of their skills either increase their attack or ASPD, mitigating the penalty entirely. There’s another thing, by the way: attack speed. All medics (except incantation medics) have a default attack interval of 2.85 seconds, which is on the slow side of things, up there with besiegers and splash casters. our little Abjurer buddies, on the other hand have an interval of 1.6 seconds, just like their more offensive-focused older siblings the hexers (and also incantation medics, conveniently). This lets them put out small bits of healing much faster, which is definitely preferable in some situations. One final point on their healing effectiveness is their range. just like with therapist and wandering medics, those extra tiles can really open up some maps to placements you never would’ve been able to cover with a single healer, leaving a slot open for another dps unit or something.

Now that I’ve given my thoughts in broad strokes, let’s talk about each one of them and their strengths.

first: Tsukinogi. While I do love her equally among her sisters, I must admit that she’s the worst of the three. you all know what I’m getting at here, say it with me: bad skill cycles. they really hamper her cycling ability, often requiring you to rely on another abjurer to cover the time she can’t. However, don’t let that take away from the fact that what she does bring to the table is quite valuable. S1 gives dodge. Dodge is both funny and stackable, and one of the better defensive effects in the game which really helps out in tense moments. Additionally, her decloak is just as valuable as it is on the other units that offer it, which is to say situational but pretty good. hers lasts quite awhile and covers area nearly as good as Scene can, so it’s quite nice to have. Her S2 does the best of any of the abjurers at making the sanctuary effect truly powerful, and I haven’t really gotten the chance to truly explore the depths of what that entails. what I will definitely say about this skill is that regen effects are awesome and pair really well with huge chunky healthbars that don’t need too much upkeep. for me and my niche account this is mostly just ling summons, but most defenders could really use this treatment.

Nine-Colored Deer is certainly the simplest of the bunch, but I don’t think it’s to her detriment. Her S1 has a really useful skill cycle that allows it to be there when you need it but not overstay its welcome and waste a bunch of uptime on a field of full health operators. The actual effect of the skill, while boring, is certainly potent. Her S2 requires a bit of forethought if you’re going to use it properly, that being that you place her down last so that she actually gets shot at. This could potentially require you bring a bard or something to keep her topped up during her offtime, but that’s perfectly fine and will help your other ops too. The uptime isn’t the greatest and it’s unfortunate that you need to M1 it to make it viable but like, can’t win em all. oh also ASPD is awesome. Also also, Nines is really loud for some reason, all of her attack sounds are very noisy. I kinda like it though.

Finally, Quercus. If you couldn’t tell, I’m arranging these worst to best. First of all, her talent applies at high health rather than low, which is certainly more useful overall since it’ll never not have some sort of effect. her S1 literally just makes her a medic, and it’s quite nice. If you can actually use a normal medic, this skill is quite weak, since all you’re really gaining is four extra tiles of range where you could be getting any number of effects on top of healing all the time. the biggest thing I’ll give this one (for the average player at least, not me with my weird account) is that the skill animation is the silliest shit. no flashy lights, no big animation, she just puts the staff in the other hand. It’s great. Her S2, however, is the pinnacle of the class’s capability. It has the shortest skill cycle of any of their skills, which is really nice to have. The ASPD she gains is even better, allowing for some really potent healing, especially considering she’s got the highest attack of the three. But it’s the SP. Her battery potential is so much fun to use, especially when you use it to battery other abjurers. Use Quercus to get S1 9CD back in action way faster, and then Nines can cover the healing for the entirety of Quercus’s skill charge. It’s real nice. Plus, putting SP into your damage units is literally never not a good thing.

Look at the end of the day? are they gonna perform like a top tier medic? No, of course not. There’s no way two weird deer and a funny cat are gonna stand up to the followers or Warf or Lumen or Ptilo or any other super strong medic, but honestly, do you really always need all of those strong medics? Maybe not. Give em a try, test em out, see if you like em and maybe an abjurer will find a place on your team and spruce up your day. or not, It’s your account. Have fun!

[clatterbane]

Currently trying to get into a new project that's frankly pretty terrifying!

I've been listening to more audiobooks and creepypasta recordings in the background lately. And I really wouldn't mind trying to do some reading and maybe contribute to someone else's enjoyment myself!

But, that would involve actually listening to the output and doing some editing. And my brain is still tied into some interesting knots around that exact thing!

I know exactly what the issue is, and it has frankly held me back on too many things that I was otherwise interested in doing over the years. I may also be one of the surface hyperverbal AuDHD types, but man spoken communication is hard enough already without extra shit piled on. 😬

I am also at least a couple of grown-ass adults in a trench coat by now. It has been many years since anyone felt entitled to harass me over whatever speech impediment/disability accent/whatever the fuck else they're perceiving that I may still be showing. My "peers" cut that shit out before I even hit college, when a transfer into a less toxic environment fixed that issue along with the rest of the outright bullying garbage.

It has been even more years (like, 40+) since I had to deal with that abusive speech therapist who wanted to "fix" my regional accent even more than what I was actually referred over. Which directly involved making me repeat things into a tape recorder and listen to the playback, while jumping down my throat over "not even trying to do better". Meanwhile, I'm not even sure what is supposed to be wrong, much less how to go about changing it. Thankfully that shit didn't last more than maybe a couple of months before my mother figured out something was off and put a stop to it. The experience still instilled a very specific aversion to listening to recordings of my own stupid voice.

Yep, I still do sound like I'm from West Virginia, BTW. (Because I kinda am, if with more time spent just over the state line.) And really fucking hated the frequent comments that got around London.

(One benefit of moving to Sweden, honestly. There isn't the same class-entangled weird cultural baggage around English accents (where Americans in general face some garbage before you even get to more stigmatized dialects), ESL speakers largely don't seem to gaf anyway--and frankly most Swedes keep enough reserve going that they're unlikely to say much even if they did find my accent particularly strange. The only person who's even commented after I opened my mouth was someone who spent like 25 years in Texas, curious where I was from (nowhere in Texas). The huge tradeoff: crippling self-consciousness around trying out my broken Swedish on people. I'm not falling into the too-frequent "expat" failure mode of using more English still because it mostly works and is easier, I'm just neurotic as hell. At least I probably do come across as more awkward than arrogant.)

That would seem like more than enough time to make moves toward untangling some of this nest of mental hangups. Nobody is likely to act like that at me these days. And if they do, fuck 'em. I don't have any compelling reason(s) to care these days.

I am still not looking forward to the sound of my own voice, even enough to work out recording levels. But should be fairly low pressure in another way as these things go, sitting in my own house reading into a microphone at my leisure.

[kindlythevoid]

For the talk about your fics game: 1, 2, 4 (OC of your choice), and 8!

Ohhh, thank you so much for asking!!! I really took this opportunity to lore dump about, well, basically everyone and everything I think, and it turned out to be a very long post. And as I myself hate scrolling and scrolling through posts that I've already seen (unless it's the color of the sky), I will put it under the keep reading for the sake of brevity.

Read at your own risk.

(But thank you very much for asking, seriously, I love lore dumping so so much)

1. What story (stories?) are you writing rn that you’ll most likely publish next?

Probably In Every Stitch and Seam, which mostly follows Season Two of my BBC Merlin rewrite where Arthur gets shot back to the beginning of the first season after he dies. I'm playing with some other stories that I'd like to publish at some point, but unless I manage to write a really well-written one shot, Stitch and Seam will probably be the next one.

2. What story (stories?) are you writing rn that will most likely linger in your head for an undetermined amount of time?

All of 'em? None of 'em? It really depends on the time, ha ha! A lot of them are in the in-my-head stage. I hope one day to publish them. Maybe one day, I'll even write them!

4. Lore dump about the OCs! (Author's choice)

So, originally I was going to try to pick one. But fuck it, I made the damn game, it says plural OCs in the question, I'm just gonna go off about all of them bc that's what the game is for. Thank you for asking!! I'm just gonna go down the list of tags I originally had.

So, Mara, is, actually, my Supernatural OC. Super cringe, yes, but I love her and I have a whole story more-or-less plotted out and everything. Like this thing spans so much time. But I'm here to talk about Mara. So, omgosh, Mara Deana Winchester is Sam's kid that he has with Amelia when Dean is stuck in Purgatory after Season Seven. So, like, obviously I make every change I've ever wanted for the show, but, like, it hinges on the existence of this girl. Sam has a kid, and immediately the whole universe changes. But because Supernatural is canonically part of a multiverse, there's a universe out there with the original Supernatural plotline, but we won't get into that. (I've never lore dumped about my characters, sorry for rambling on about the story instead, ha ha!) So, anyway, Amelia doesn't want the kid and her husband comes back, so Sam takes her and him and Dean and Cas have to raise this girl. In a bunker. Like, better than what John did. That's like, the lowest of bars. And Mara really takes after Sam, but she has all these random influences and is, like, taken on hunts?? As a child?? Or left with Jody and the girls or Charlie or something, so she very much has the childhood of a Hunter, but she still sees the Bunker as, like, her permanent childhood home, which does wonders for her, I'm sure. Anyway, so she grows up and becomes a therapist, because I am convinced that the Hunters need to have, like, benefits or something. So she's a licensed therapist, but she's also, like, 6'3, built like a lumberjack, with a bunch of anti-possession tattoos and scars and shit, so the first session always goes really interestingly. There's also a side story (several, probably) where I cross over with freaking Criminal Minds (bc ofc) and Mara ends up dating JJ's now-adult son, Henry, which just means chaos at the wedding because half of Mara's family is on the Most Wanted List and the other half probably doesn't legally exist, so. Yeah, idk if that's how you talk about OCs, but there's number one down.

Okay, next up is Kirsi. She is one of my two main Star Wars OCs. She's a Rexsoka kid, it's true, yeah, born about two or so years after the rise of the Empire, yeah, yeah. So Kirsi is Togrutan, like Ahsoka, but she looks exactly like Rex (and consequently like a bajillion other soldiers in the universe, funny how that works) and she isn't Force-sensitive. And since I made them before Bad Batch, I'm sticking with the reason that Rex and co. is retired is because he's staying behind to raise the kids (yes, kids, I'll get to that later), while Ahsoka goes around doing Ahsoka things (though she also picks them up and takes them for, like, half the year, because I couldn't bear the thought of Ahsoka not playing a part in their lives). So, anyway, when Ezra goes to pick up Rex, Kirsi and her sister (the next OC) go along with them, but as, like, equally side characters. Kirsi eventually goes off to properly join the Rebellion and shit and ends up running her own ship called Judgement Day.

Kirsi's older sister, Aay'han, is Force-sensitive. She's human, looks like Ahsoka, and is basically Ahsoka's padawan for all intents and purposes. Although, after her, Kirsi, and Rex end up in the same orbit as the Ghost crew, Aay'han does some training with Kanan and Ezra just bc Ahsoka is gone so often. But while Kirsi officially joins the Rebellion, Aay'han remains sort of anonymous. Like, she helps out, but she never has to take orders. She does, however, join the crew of the Judgement Day once that becomes a thing. (I guess she's more of a side OC as of right now, but it felt right to give her her own blurb)

Okay, okay, so my Sole Survivors I'm gonna do together, because I believe it's short. Ish. Nate and Nora are my take on Fallout 4's sole survivors, except, y'know, they both survive. I stick with the Army-Nate and Lawyer-Nora narrative, but Nate was a medic/doctor/nurse-person (I haven't solidified it yet, but he does the Medicine) and Nora's been diagnosed with ASPD, so she's actually one of the very, very few people that is both a sociopath and a psychopath! I basically assigned certain SPECIAL characteristics and the various paths to either Nate or Nora, so Nora's really good at, say, lockpicking and hacking from her misspent youth, while Nate has crazy good endurance and probably ends up as a ghoul at some point so he can deal with the radiation spots! They're both, like, eerily okay with murder and are on a mission to find Shaun. Nate just keeps adopting ppl on the way. And Nora's low-empathy, but she can still reason and shit, so she's not, like, a villain or anything. But yeah, power couple Nate & Nora. :)

Like Nate and Nora, I'm just gonna do the crew of Judgement Day all as one. The Judgement Day is the same ship that Kirsi pilots. Her co-pilot is Miikka, who's ginger, flies planes, and ends up with Kirsi. Their navigator is Solene (goes by Lena), a bubbly purple Twilek who really loves the stars and is the cinnamon roll of the ship (do ppl even still use that terminology anymore??). Their resident mechanic is a Chiss named Kres'ave'kleon (...Savek, he goes by Savek), who desperately needs an attitude check but is, unfortunately, very good with ships and doesn't really care that they're running Rebellion missions. They also have a live-in hacker who is their primary contact with the black market; she's a Mirialan who goes by Kalea and is the only one who gets their own room on the ship. Finally, they also have slicer, a human cyborg ex-smuggler from back in the war named Gene. Kalea gets them in, but Gene is the one that deals with sending codes and transmissions and shit to the Rebellion.

So, that was a lot. But I only mostly regret typing it all out!

8. Fic that is near and dear to your heart?

Oh goodness, where do I start? Though I've only published a few, all of the ones I write occupy a little place in my heart. But as the longest fic I've ever written, one of the very few I've finished, and part of the handful that have made it onto Ao3... Love the Bright Sword. As of right now it's definitely one of my better, if not best, written pieces, and everything in Rewind I really feel is some of my best quality writing. I've definitely sunk a few years of my life into this fic, just sort of writing on and off, and I remember staying up late to rewatch episodes and studiously take down how dialogue is said or how a scene is played out, just over and over again. I still do, when I come across an episode I need to write out, but, oh, those were some days. That was my first time getting comments on a fic, real long comments, and I took every chance I could to talk about how a scene was written, or how much I love a certain character, or what I learned while researching, or analysis, so much analysis on my own damn fic. (Hell, I still do it when I can, ha ha!) I consider myself so lucky to have landed with the audience that I have, because it really made the experience so much better than I ever could have imagined.

Okay, so, maybe not what you were expecting, op, but than you anyway!! I really appreciated the opportunity to go off like this!! :)

Kindly,

The Void

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Why do I feel like a failure? Why do I feel like I'm shit at my new job even if I've never received a complaint in these three months? Why do I feel like everyone is talking behind my back about how boring/ugly/stupid I am? Why do I have to feel like this and not enjoy even a fkng day? I'm sorry if this is too much Steph, but your words really helped me in the past. I don't really know how to handle all of this. I'm about to explode

Hey Nonny *HUGS*

Oof, if this isn't relatable to me, I don't know what is. I first want to preface this with this is STRICTLY my opinion, and that I am in no way a professional. I'm just giving you a few anecdotes from my own life, but please take my advice with a grain of salt; I strongly encourage you to talk to either a therapist, counsellor, or someone you trust.

Also, I myself am going through a rough headspace few months, so I'm going to try my best to answer this as carefully as I can so while I try my best to make you feel better, I have to, for my own mental health, not go on into too much detail that will spiral me myself. I just didn't want to leave this message hanging for a few months when winter is finally over and my headspace would be better, is all, and will try my best. I am worried about you <3

I'm not sure where you live, if you are in an ENDLESS winter like I am, but a lot of this sounds like seasonal depression talking at the least, but more likely poor self-esteem and actual full-on depression if this is a "regular" thing for you. Nonny, please know, as I grew older, most of those thoughts are more-than-likely in your head; a perception of reality becomes exceptionally distorted, especially if you have poor self worth/esteem. Everything feels like the worst-case-scenario, and while I did grow out of it a bit the older I got when I became more "fuck 'em" in my attitude, but I still finally had to see a therapist because it's too much for me to handle on my own. Especially coupled with anxiety and seasonal depression that's at its worst in January and February, and I just... crack some times. Plus my self esteem is really non-existent and whoops, suddenly I'm in the exact same headspace you're in, Nonny. It's terrifying, feeling like you can't escape your own brain's perception of everything.

Sometimes, just taking a step back from everything helps, too, Nonny. I know it's cliché, but doing something you know you enjoy can help improve your mood. I like doing art, replaying a video game I KNOW I love and don't get frustrated in, listening to music, watch a movie, or even just reading. It all turns my brain off after a bit and it does help a lot. And get off social media, because places like TikTok, Instagram and Twitter will only make your self esteem worse.

And I want to stress: IT'S OKAY TO NEED HELP. YOU DON'T HAVE TO SUFFER ALONE. My own therapy is talk-therapy, and we talk about usually my current events but she spends a lot of time letting me know that my own feelings are valid, and we talk through the feelings I have when they overwhelm me. We talk about my job, and my home life, my future and my past, and it's just nice to have someone unbiased to talk to for an hour a few times a year, you know? I think you would benefit a lot from it too, if you are able. I got lucky and connected immediately with the therapist I got, but know mine is an exception: it might take a few different people before you find the right one.

That all said, your message strays darker than I think you realize though, Nonny, and I worry about you. I have a huge list of some help lines and Mental Health Resources that I think you will benefit from as well:

741741 Suicide Helpline / Texting Crisis Service

7Cups Online Emotional Support Therapists

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (USA): 1-800-273-8255

Crisis Services Canada: Call 1.833.456.4566 || Text/SMS: 45645

Canada Suicide Prevention Centre (Talk Suicide Canada): 833-456-4566 || SMS: Text START to 741741

Lifeline Australia: 13 11 14

Suicide SupportLine (UK): 01708 765200

Suicide Crisis Helpline (NZ) 0508 828 865

Kid’s Help Phone (They are Canadian, but I think they’ll be able to direct y'all to the proper place for your country – for youth and young adults 18 and under): 1-800-668-6868 || They also have a Live Chat with a professional counsellor from 7PM to midnight EST

1Call1Click.ca (Eastern Ontario) - A simple way for children, youth up to 21 years and families to access the right mental health and addiction care, at the right time. Call 613-260-2360 or toll free at 1-877-377-7775

Suicide and Crisis Lifeline (USA) - Available to anyone in suicidal crisis or emotional distress. Dial 9-8-8 (as a side note, Canada will also be adopting this number in Fall 2023).

Suicide Hotlines.com (USA)

AND IF YOUR COUNTRY IS NOT HERE: Wikipedia’s List of Suicide Crisis Lines By Country

If you live in Canada, the government is providing SOME FREE mental health resources. It’s an exhaustive list with resources for each province as well as some tips to help cope.

The City of Ottawa ALSO has a list of Local Mental Health Resources. While I’m sure that if you’re not from Ottawa, you can probably call one of them and ask if they know if there’s any for your region.

I'm ALWAYS collecting resources to help spread to y'all, so if you guys have some you've used, please do share. All of my google results are primarily Canadian, so if you have some other regional resource, I want to add them. Mental health is super important to me, and I want to always have an up-to-date list for anyone struggling.

That all said Nonny, my heart is hurting for you, and I want you to know that we are all here for you. Know that you are loved and cared about, and be safe <3 It WILL get better, Nonny.

*SNUGGLE BUGGLE HUGGLE*

[depressedchocolatecookie]

Hey. It's been a while. It's been three years. In those three years, life changed. A lot. My depression is gone. I'm not a depressed chocolate cookie anymore. Actually, my depression didn't stem from my mental health so much as it did from my overall health. Who would've known? I stressed myself enough that my thyroid was and still is eating itself up. I'm a year or two away from losing the whole gland just by stress alone. Well, anyways, that was the culprit behind the depression. It was horrifying to be in that space mentally and physically. Feeling like a zombie walking around, with no energy, restricting my food intake just to gain more weight, losing strength, losing hair, breaking nails, having dry skin, not sleeping well, having basically no bowel movements (sorry for the TMI) and of course, having all of those struggles be constantly criticized as laziness for not taking care of myself, for not working out, for not properly washing my hair, for not using enough lotion for my skin, for not glowing as my peers in high school did.

It was exhausting, numbing, and my family continuously refused to get me therapy. Until, they did get me therapy. I didn't do much there. I didn't get better there. My therapist was a fresh out of school one and she didn't help much. But she did give me some tools, and I found out about my thyroid while in therapy so she helped with that a bit as well. But hey, life didn't magically get better when I started fixing up my hormones right? Yeah, it's been a year and a half since then and they're still not doing what they should completely.

Then, I also got a chronic illness. I got Crohn's disease. All within a month. My doctors couldn't diagnose me, they were kinda sucky at their jobs. I had to go out of the country and get a great GI who eventually helped. From then on, it's been visits to the hospital to get my biologics medicine every other week and handfuls of medicine and vitamins daily. It's an exhausting disease, but now I know I'm not crazy and lazy. (Doesn't stop my imposter syndrome though hah.)

And then I got into college. I got into the Academy of Arts, and I'll be playing my muse, my violin, forever now. It makes me happy. I also met the most beautiful, handsome man there. And yes. We are happily in love and he is the love of my life. He keeps asking me to marry him when we're out of college. He prepares me food. He gives me back rubs when I have cramps and foot rubs to relax me. He kisses me every time he passes me. He comes to pick me up whenever he can even though it's making extra work for him and we don't have drivers licenses. He tells me he loves me all the time and stands up for me when needed. He doesn't push me away when upset, and he never gets mad. He doesn't make me do anything when I tell him no. He's kind and caring and loving and tender and gentle and cares for me as I was the most fragile glass in the world. His kisses melt away my worries and his hugs provide a safe space. It's been almost eleven months since we've entered this relationship. All the pain, sadness and numbness was worth it. Since now I have him. He's worth it all.

Maybe I should change my username now. That phase of my life is over. I think from now on I'll love everything and romanticize everything because oh God how it's divine to drown in love. I'm still grieving the life I've lost due to my illness, but I have people by my side who love em and are fighting it with me. So I'll be okay. I wish to love the way my people love me. I wish to give more love than I could ever receive. I want to make the world a place my depressed self wanted to live in.

[letters-to-jesse]

#49 Dear Jesse,

I went to a allergist, and my health isn't doing good at all.

It is a little overwhelming to type but after having my allergies be completely garbage for the last few months I took it upon myself to go see an allergist since I haven't been to one since I was younger and got allergy shots. Well, It is a good thing I went to go see one because after the testing they did for my asthma and my allergies the results showed that my lungs aren't taking good amounts of air in, and pushing enough out. It's fixable, but by no means is it good. It is very bad and had I let it go on for longer it would have been even worse. When they tested me for allergies, they did a graph all over my back. And all of it reacted. I'm allergic to way more than I thought. The really complicated thing is I can do anything about my allergies until my lungs are in a better place. The medication that works best, and is most effective for my asthma is an inhaler ( different to the one I use now) and a pill. This pill is the issue. It has the ability to repair my lungs and get them back on track within a few months- But this pill ( called singular) Is known for it's heavy mental health side effects and I think this is the most scared and worried I've been about a medication. People have been known to become very suicidal, see/hear things and have bad dreams. As you know i have taken medication in the past with bad side effects but this different. One the packaging their is a bold lettered warning.. I'm on meds for bipolar now and my doctor, therapist and psych all gave me the okay to try this medication under supervision. I just wanted to get all of this off my chest because no one really understands how worried I am. Today is the first day I take it. If this all goes well then I can start allergy shots in a few months. 3 shots a week for 5 years. but the frequency of the shots will go down as time goes on. And, as I remember and was also reminded- The shots burn, so so bad.

Deep Breaths.

Love Always,

Em

[mohluskiepedard]

Rating ATLA Characters literally only from what I’ve seen in fandom

or: posts that probably shouldn’t be on my writeblr except I don’t have a sideblog

the context here is it’s half midnight and I have never seen ATLA except I have opinions now apparently so here we go whoop de do- 

I’m also not actually rating them like numerically that’s too much work i’m just stating opinions I know I’m a fraud

AANG

- A child?  - A son?  - he is Baby. but also. he has had It Rough  - would make the updog joke - has unspeakable power or smth and everyone says he’s better than the Korra girl who comes after him but honestly tastes like sexism to me - doesn’t kill people because he’s like twelve, right? he’s like twelve so he refuses to kill people - I stan honestly - less twelve year olds should kill people - Some people say his name WRONG and they are BAD but i don’t actually know what the right way or the wrong way is so. have fun w that yall - lived in peace unTIL THE FIRE NATION ATTACKED 

KATARA

- She is also like twelve???  - Is everyone here twelve - Cortana?? Katana?? Catbug??  - She has good hair, - Her mother is dead??? her mother is dead n she has a brother but she cares about her mother being dead WAY more than him (or apparently the entire fandom??) - Badass - She seems soft. good. sweet - she’s a water breather or whatever??? her brother is NOT but he is a meme - I love her 

SOKKA

- NGL looks like a fuckboy  - The meme brother! does not do the water things, but he has an aXe???  - dates BAMF lady - ngl until I talked to my ATLA watching friend I thought he canonically dated Zuko  - kinda mad he doesn’t - I haven’t actually seen anything about him except like. in zuko ship posts and also Suki appreciation posts - joined the white lotus not-a-cult by accident???  - dark ATLA tumblr show me more Sokka posts - is his name prounounced the same way as Soccer or isn’t it I need to know - HIS FIRST GIRLFRIEND TURNED INTO THE MOON - (AND THAT’S ROUGH, BUDDY) - He and Suki are a good ship, but also, Sokka Has Two Hands

SUKI

- the BAMF herself - she says STOP in that photo but also to sexism - Rlly all I see of her in fanon is abt her teaching Sokka to drink his respect women juice and I appreciate her doing that but also it’s sad she never gets talked about outside of what she did for a man - I hope she has other badass moments w/o him it would suck if she didn’t - she is NOT the girlfriend who turned into the moon, she is the one who didn’t - I don’t know much else about her ATLA Fandom y’all should appreciate her more

ZUKO

- Look at him... my son... - He has a good redemption arc - he and his sister are evil lesbian and redeemed gay guy??? - has a straight canon ship but should’ve been with Sokka this boy is gay - I Want To Protect Him - That’s literally it - he has a cool uncle and his dad sucks  - people ship him with Katara and I Do Not Get It that’s his sister in law except not really - “We don’t trust Zuko’s change of heart” [the next day] “so Zuko is my closest friend now,”  - His dad was like “fuck up the avatar to prove your worth to me” and Aang was like “counter argument you already have worth and we should fuck up your dad” and I think that’s beautiful - he becomes the fire man and he’s very good at it - Zuko for President 2020 - in the words of myself, half an hour ago: “ I was like "that kid with the burn on his face seems like a sad but then happy mlm who needs found family" and I was RIGHT” - took too long to find a happy picture of him :( Zuko rights NOW please - His mother’s story got compared to an OC of mine and all I can say is oh no and they deserve better based on that alone - I have had Zuko for five minutes but if anything else happens to him I will kill everyone in this throne room and then myself

TOPH

- She is badass but like also will murder you while laughing maniacally? - for some reason reminds me of Nott from Critical Role, another show I Have Not Seen - Is blind but gets more out of making jokes abt being blind than she would from being able to see - “Sight is just a cheap tactic to make weak benders stronger!!!” - Literally the opposite of Aang and has killed many people?? - She Can Tell When You’re Lying. But I do not know how and Am simply mildly threatened by this - Therapist: Toph’s ability to know if you’re lying isn’t real and can’t hurt you. Toph’s ability to know if I’m lying:  - She and Zuko.... buddies???  - if not they should be - tiny sad boy needs friends like toph

AZULA

- Evil Lesbian Culture - [BDG Voice] You committed a war crime! Oopsie! - took be gay do crime too literally - her and Zuko have accurate sibling writin except instead of “you ever want to murder your sibling for breathing in the same space as you,” being a Joke Azula took it seriously - okay but with a name like azula she should be the blue bender this ANNOYS me she should NOT be red bender - AZULa  - AZUL - IT MEANS BLUE - She was half of y’alls gay awakenings and it SHOWS - Should have maybe been redeemed too??? Jury is out no one knows - Was she gay for Ty Lee or wasn’t she I can’t tell how much of that Audio is a joke - IS SHE ALSO TWELVE??? IS EVERYONE HERE TWELVE?? IS THIS TWELVE YEAR OLD COMITTING ATROCITIES? 

UNCLE IROH

- A Good Man - Finally, Some Good Fucking [Adult Figures]  - he has the tea. literally and figuratively - Ozai is like “and I will permanently disfigure my son and throw him out” and Iroh is like “What The Fuck, Ozai,” thus voicing the entire audience’s thoughts - Literally the only adult in this that I trust - I? I love him. this is all I have to say. my love for him is unending. Some1 protect this man from all harm   - he’s Zuko’s uncle (and also Azula ig) but he does not seem related to Ozai. is it just a theme in this family that one sibling is chill and one sibling commits horrendous atrocities against your fellow human beings or  - something happened to his son???? :((((( I Don’t Want Him To Have Suffered Like This

OZAI

- A BAD MAN - Uh Oh (stinky)  - THE WORST OF THE MEN  - I do not like him - Bastard man. nasty. committed war crimes and then went “but what if - get this - i also abused my son,”  - I would like him to Not Be Like This - by Like This I mean present and alive  - :/ 

TY LEE

- She’s NOT the There Is No War In Ba Sing Se lady and I don’t know why i thought she WAS but until I looked up her photo I thought that was her  - She looks like a sweetheart tho - I hope nothing bad happens to her????  - talks about auras??? or smth??? let her vibe - She would talk animatedly to me about warrior cats if she was in my year seven class and I was sat alone and I would understand none of it but appreciate her anyway - if azula bullies her I’ll be :( at Azula and Azula will not care because she has Mommy Issues and therefore is slightly unhinged - She seems like that one kid with no trauma vibing at the edge of [every other kid having trauma] and not really getting it but trying her best - Is she also twelve?????? She maybe looks twelve

CABBAGE MAN 

- HIS CABBAGES - fulfills my favourite trope: ordinary person repeatedly has life disrupted by the inconveniences of relying on actual children to save the world - probably has a campaign post canon for letting trained adults fix the worlds’ problems in the future - or sets up the Very First Cabbage Insurance Company - look at him. he loves his cabbages so much. you go you funky lil cabbage man

ALSO THE MOST IMPORTANT ONES MOMO

- LOOK AT HIM HE’S SO GOOD - small. fluffy. big ears - Lord Momo of the Momo Dynasty: his Momoness - a Good Boy...

APPA

- he looks so soft... - he can fly but he just does it by??? vibing through the air?? motionless??? iconic - I saw that one post about mishearing it as Abba and thinking he was Aang’s dad and he looks like he would be a good stand in dad ngl - he’s so LORGE - a chonky boy - love him

that is everyone I have heard of it and if I left someone out it’s a sign that y’all should talk about em more bc I have no clue they exist put more ATLA On my Dash ig I’ll do Legend of Korra ig maybe apparently that one has canon wlw and i love me some canon wlw

[midnightstar-90]

Live Laugh Love~ Georgie Cooper x Reader

A/N: This is actually the 4th part, but I forgot to post it on tumblr. Hope you enjoy.

Summary: Sheldon refuses to eat solid food after a choking scare.

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A Therapist, A Comic Book, and A Breakfast Sausage

Y/N's POV

After my parents died and George's near-death experience you would think that this family would be tired of scaring me, but now, let me tell you why.

Missy, Sheldon, and I were sitting at the table eating our breakfast that Mary made. Georgie was at the counter putting jelly on his toast. Mary starts to rush us, so that we're not late for school.

Sheldon started choking on his breakfast, but Missy took it as Sheldon making faces. I look up, and my eyes widen like a deer in headlights. "Missy, he's not making faces on purpose. He's choking," I say scared. Mary hears me and rushes over to Sheldon.

Georgie continues to jelly his toast, and I run to get George. I quickly hear Georgie say, "I wish she would run that quick when I need her." I roll my eyes and keep going.

George makes it to the table and tries to smack the sausage out of Sheldon's mouth. Missy yells out, "Sheldon's gonna die! Sheldon's gonna die!" I knew she was scared, so I didn't say anything. What I did see was Georgie continuing to eat, while his brother was choking. I looked at my best friend and glared. He just shrugged his shoulders in response.

I turn back around to see George has flipped Sheldon upside down and was trying to shake it out of him. Mary calls 9-1-1 and I remember something I learned in Health class. "George, Heimlich!" I yell out just before Mary.

George goes for the Heimlich, and Sheldon spits out the sausage. I saw Sheldon look at something before he spits out his food. I looked and there goes Georgie licking his jelly knife.

Mary is quick to see if her son is okay. He says, "you have to... throw away... that jelly!" Georgie just looks at him, and I look at Georgie.

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At School

I close my locker, which is right next to Georgie's. "I should have shoved that knife down your throat," I say as we start to walk to class. "Why, what did I do?" I scoff and side-eye the boy. "Your brother was on the verge of death, and you just sit there eating toast" "It's not like I could have done anything," he says casually. I walk off angry.

We make it to class on time. We sat down and our teacher started telling us about the canned food drive. When Sheldon walked in, she stopped her talk with us to see why Sheldon was late. She read the note Mary gave to Sheldon and was immediately heartbroken. "You poor thing, you had a medical emergency?" The teacher asked the 9-year-old.

"How come the teacher has more sympathy for your brother than you do?" I sarcastically ask. Georgie just shrugs again. I turn back in my seat to face the front with a 'humph'.

Sheldon explains to the teacher that he choked on a sausage. The students start laughing at Sheldon. I stand up angry, "You better shut it, before I shove a sausage down your throat!"

Georgie looks at me scared. He should be scared. Just because I'm a girl does not mean I don't know how to defend myself.

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Me and Georgie were at lunch. I look over to see if Sheldon was okay. He was just staring at his sandwich. "Why are you staring at Sheldon?" Georgie asks as I get up. I start heading for Sheldon as I say back, "because I care about him." Georgie just goes back to eating.

I walk over to Sheldon and Tam. "Hey Sheldon, aren't you gonna eat your food?" I say worried. "No, I'm not hungry," Sheldon says looking down. "I offered him my soup," Tam says.

I wonder what's going on. All I know is this Tam kid is freaking me out. Ever since I met the kid, every time I come near him he gives me googly eyes.

"Well, if you want, one of the seniors bought me a smoothie," I offer the worried child. "Is it organic," Sheldon asks. "I think so. He got it from that new smoothie place," I say nodding my head. "Sure." Hearing those words made me happy. I went to grab the smoothie and then gave it to him. I went back over to Georgie with a smile.

Sheldon's POV

"Dang, she shares food and she's hot. You got one hot friend," Tam says watching the girl who's like my sister walk away. I sip the smoothie before saying, "one, she's my brother's best friend, and two, she's like my sister." Tam looks disappointed, but I just finish the smoothie.

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Y/N's POV

Dinner

We were all sat down for dinner when Meemaw starts talking about Mr. Rosenbloom. "You know that Mr. Rosenbloom with the furniture store over by the steakhouse?" Connie asks Mary. Mary tells her mother that she doesn't know. Connie tries to remind Mary by calling the man a 'Hebrew fella with the comb-over'.

Mary corrects her mother, but Meemaw didn't really care. George just drinks his beer, while we ate our food.

Meemaw tells us that Mr. Rosenbloom asked her to dinner. My ears perk up and I say, "awe Meemaw, that's great." Mary asked her if she was gonna say yes, but Meemaw makes an inappropriate comment. "Okay Meemaw, I see you!" I say cheering her on.

Mary corrects both of us. Meemaw defends with, "What? I said 'dessert'." She turns to us and says, "I figured from the cheering that Y/N knew what I meant, but did you kids know that I was talking about sex?"

I knew Georgie knew. But Sheldon gives a confused face then says "no".

Mary notices that Sheldon wasn't eating. "Why aren't you eating?" Mary says. Sheldon tells his mother that he's scared to eat. George thought it was because of the food touching, but Sheldon says he's afraid he'll choke again.

Meemaw didn't know that Sheldon choked on a sausage. Me and Georgie explain our morning to her. "Sheldon almost died this morning," I started. "Dad was shaking him upside down like a ketchup bottle," Georgie followed.

Mary continues to try to get him to eat, but Sheldon doesn't budge. "Dibs on the tater tots," Georgie says earning a smack on the arm from me. "What? you want some." I roll my eyes continuing to eat.

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The next day was the same way. Sheldon didn't want to eat, so Georgie stole his food. I look to Meemaw and say, "I offered him a smoothie yesterday and he drank it just fine." Connie gets an idea and offers up to blend up his food. She leaves to go blend his food, and I give Sheldon a smile and a thumbs up.

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Georgie and I were finishing up getting ready for school. I was brushing my teeth, and Georgie was checking out his hair. "Are you still not talking to me? It's been almost a week. Speaking of which, where have you been. Except for practice, home, and school, I don't see you anywhere," Georgie says turning to me.

I spit the toothpaste out, rinse my mouth, and then turn to the boy. I fix one of his hairs and walk off. Even mad, I still care for the boy.

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What Georgie didn't know about me was that ever since before my parents died I loved superheroes. Their powers and backstories always amazed me. When I learned to read, I asked Mary and George for a comic. Now, every month, Mary and George give me $5 to pick out comics.

I was sat in the back corner of the comic store. I was a usual customer, so the owners would always tell me when there are new installments. I like the Avengers, a lot of them have a backstory similar to mine, like Spider-man or Ironman.

The bell to the door rings, and I see a certain little boy walk in. 'Isn't he supposed to be at therapy? Since when does Sheldon like comics?' I don't interact with him, I just watch.

He wants an X-men comic. Then I notice Tam, which I don't remember him coming in. They have a conversation until Sheldon keeps walking and runs into me.

I give him a very suspicious-looking look. "Aren't you supposed to be in therapy?" I ask with an eyebrow raised. "Yes, but I have to find out what happens in X-men #137." I laugh and show him where it is.

"Listen, I've had my problems. I've been to therapy. I know things can be scary, but we have to learn to face our fears. Your parents must be worried. You can't run from things you don't like," I try my best to help him. "Here let me show you something."

I take Sheldon to my corner in the back, and I show him my comics. "I read these comics because they remind me of me and my fears. They help me, and they could possibly help you too." I say before seeing Tam, "Tam! here I'll show you." I invite Tam to read with us.

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Georgie's POV

Missy, Meemaw, and I all decided to get a blizzard from Dairy Queen. We started talking. "Meemaw, are you ever gonna have any more babies?" Missy asked. Meemaw exclaims, "Good Lord, no!" "She's too old to have any more babies," I say.

Meemaw tells us, "Don't have to have 'em. You live long enough, your hair and your teeth start falling out, you start wetting the bed, you get to be one." I laugh and say, "haha, that's funny. We're gonna have to put a diaper on you." "You won't be laughing when you're doing it," she says, "I might be." We all laugh.

I continue to eat my blizzard when Missy asks Meemaw who's smarter besides Sheldon and Y/N. We argue a bit about it, but Meemaw says it's not about them.

"Yeah right, everything is always about Sheldon. Y/N won't talk to me, because Sheldon forgot to chew," I say, sad because I miss my best friend. "Yeah, sometimes it's like we don't exist."

Meemaw looks at us and says, "I guess Sheldon does get most of the attention. Maybe that's a good thing. If it weren't for him your parents would be on your ass all the time. And Georgie, don't you think that maybe, Y/N was scared because she already lost two of the most important people in her life, and almost another. That girl has been part of our family for years, and no matter who it is, she will still be scared to lose another family member."

"Yeah. I guess I never thought about it that way before," I say thinking about how our lives could be different without Sheldon. I also never gave Y/N's emotions about the incident much thought.

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Y/N's POV

I guess what I said helped Sheldon because he ate that piece of licorice-like a boss.

Tam, Sheldon, and I were walking home. We see police officers at our house. Tam dips, but not before yelling at me, "Call me, beautiful!" I cringe and walk home.

We make it into the house, and Sheldon is immediately yelled at. Mary thanks me for bringing him home, but I tell her that that is what family does. She smiles and I go to talk to Georgie.

"Hey," I call out knocking on his open door. "You're talking to me now?" Georgie asks putting away his magazine. "Well, I'm in a good mood. Sheldon faced his fear of chewing, partly because of me," I say giving myself a pat on the back.

"Well, I'm happy for you. And I know before I didn't really pay attention to your feelings, but I want you to know I'm sorry." Georgie hugs me and I hug him back. "Sheldon and I stopped by DQ for a blizzard, but I couldn't finish mine. You want it?" "Sweet! I get my Best Friend back and another blizzard."

I laugh and start to head out. "Good night," is all I hear before entering my room.

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Incorrect MHA as things I’ve said during ✨mental breakdowns✨ part 4:

*TW FOR ATTEMPTED $U!C!DE*

Shouto: you can take one look at me and know I’m not mentally stable! look at me, look at my hair?!

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Shouto: things were going great you know, then my parents just had to go and make me

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Jirou: there is no consistency, only Washing Machine Heart

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Monoma: If I have to be here, I am going to make it everyone’s problem

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Aoyama: the the shiniest broken disco ball

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Izuku: why did I do this? Oh, because I’m Izuku and I make dUMB DECISIONS

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Iida: the stress has toppled over, it’s panic attack time

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Kaminari: im resting my neck; it’s tired from keeping all my thoughts in my head

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Kaminari: what are words if not organized key smashes

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Aoyama: If beauty is pain, it explains why I am constantly hurting

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Aoyama: the question is, “how fabulous am I?” And the answer,,, is yes

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Uraraka: I am small and confrontational, fight me! The lord shan’t win!

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Izuku: I am small, and afraid of conflict; please don’t come near me

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Shinsou: and I’m going to grab some more coffee, because in the end, I truly am just an unhealthy bitch

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Kaminari: I haven’t said something relatively funny in the past 10 minutes; therefore, all my friends hate me and my potential is nonexistent. Have a good day.

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Iida: it’s a bad idea, but am I supposed to make good ideas? No! I’m a teenager! This sh*t is expected

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Jirou and Shouto: my two defining features are that I am 1) gay. And 2) mentally unstable

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Aoyama about someone who was rude to him: honestly, they’re so in love with me it’s sad

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Most of them, honestly: I don’t know romance, I only know trauma

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Aizawa or shinsou: fUck me; life is meaningless

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Aizawa: ah, natural selection

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Izuku: the only constant in my life is that I’m used as a therapist by all those around me

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Shinsou: cant have any traumatic memories if you don’t have any memories at all! Work smarter, not harder kids

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Izuku: why ask for help when you can crawl into a hole and die?

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Shouto: proof that I am both immortal and a glitch in the matrix: I have no memories of my childhood; therefore, I spawned. And I cannot be killed no matter how many times others have tried to kill me, and I have tried to kill myself

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Izuku: there was a conflict, so I had an anxiety attack. Then, there was another conflict, so I hid in the bathroom and looked at memes

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Shouto: after years of being unable to cry, I finally just had a mental breakdown and sobbed uncontrollably for two hours.

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Jirou: when people look at me I want them to ask, “is she gay?” Not, “what is wrong with her?”

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Mina: for someone who isn’t holding it together at all, I think I’m doing a pretty good job of acting like I know what I’m doing

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Monoma: if I can’t feel good at least I must look good so that others can know I’m better than them

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Kaminari: *altered slightly to fit the situation and because I’m not telling you my professors name* Mr. Aizawa doesn’t just wake up, Mr. Aizawa wakes up, tells me to go fuck myself, and goes back to sleep. That’s a day in the life of Mr. Aizawa

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Shinsou: I haven’t felt true joy since 1802

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Izuku: I love making fun of myself, because it gives me such a confidence boost while also making me feel like complete shit

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Jirou, Uraraka, or Sero: assign me more work, will you? Well, watch me down my third Monster Energy of the day, heha. *shaking* that’ll show ‘em. Caffeine runs through my veins! What runs through yours? Fuckin’,, oxygen? Blood? Weakling. Get on my level

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Izuku: okay, I lie to myself often, but this??? This was a betrayal

(If you’re wondering, I thought I had three more pages to read, not four)

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

" Well.. I'm trying, its not easy but I have to keep pushing to be better. not for myself but for the people I care about. People like you. I'm sorry, I didn't want to upset you. I just needed some space.. my mother was a real hardcase.. but i shouldn't be mad at you for .asking if she was cool.. Its not the word I would use but she did have a lovely way of dancing." and that was the only thing good he had to say about her. "Assholes don't live any longer than other people, i think they live less to be honest because even assoles wnat someone to care about them and if you'r eaen asshole eventually.. people leave you.."..

" .. you're.. the only friend I have to be honest. I burnt most of my bridges in hollywood. "

Bojack didn't notice Cartmans sadness being to stuck in his own depression to pay attention , but he did notice his enthusiaism in jumping over homeless people " We have a lot of em back in LA espically on the blvd. " And he fucked a lot of em too but eric didn't need to know that.

"Sounds good, let's go get your skateboard." He headed towards cartmans house, " Eric, i'm sorry I can't be a dad to you. but I hope i can be an amazing friend and mentor, aside from being a therapist. Heck I should probably quit you're the only patient that doesn't make me bash my head into the wall. we can just talk about what bothers you like normal friends do.. ."

You ever think of joining a cult? ( bojack )

I've had my own cult before, does that count?

@bojackhorsemanobviously

[pretoriafics]

Therapy Sessions with the Devil - Part II

You guys requested me about this one so much! I'm glad all of you liked part one. Now, prepare yourself for your worst nightmare being Homelander's therapist.

Word count: 1.683 Contain: Therapist!Reader x Homelander Warnings: Mental disorders, sexual harassment, stalking and regurgitation. +16 only Versão em português aqui PART 1 THE BOYS MASTERLIST

If hell really exists, for you, it sure would be Friday mornings. Of course, that was a very contradictory thought for most people. Friday was usually associated with a fun day where, after work, you could go out with your friends in the evening and return home whenever you wanted. That was the advantage of Fridays: The fact that you know you don't have to wake up early the next day to go to work. Knowing that the week was coming to an end was like a cool breeze, as well as knowing that the next day would be pure rest. That didn't exactly apply to you. Okay, it was great to know that you wouldn't have to work the other day. That was the only good point on Fridays for you because on that specific day of the week you have Homelander as a patient. Your attempt to get rid of him on leaving Vought had been successfully thwarted because you were apparently a good professional. And you've never hated yourself so much for being good at what you did as a job. It turns out that, lately, things had started to get a little strange in the consultations with him. Homelander always mentioned a girl, whom he said he was starting to see differently. He filled her with compliments when he spoke of her, always reinforcing how much he loved the color of her eyes, her calm voice, and the way her hair moved with her graceful walk. Of course, according to him, if she were a Supe she would be perfect. But that's okay because he said he really accepted her "with that imperfection". You started to suspect that he was talking about you but avoided thinking about it. It not only made you sick with dread, but it completely perturbs you. A Homelander in love with you would be a great way to make it even worse than it was going. That morning on a Friday the 13th, when you arrived at the office, you saw that on your table was a sumptuous bouquet with the most beautiful reddish roses you had seen. Despite the beauty of those flowers, you took that as confirmation of your worst nightmare. Terrified, you let your bag hit the floor and ran to the bathroom. There, you knelt in front of the toilet and put all your breakfast out. Tears were wetting your face, your hands were shaking in pure fear. And then, you felt a hand touch your shoulder. “Yes, put everything out. Everything will be fine, it will be over… ” It was him. Homelander's voice flooded your ears, and you had to take a deep breath to try to take some control over yourself. “Okay, I'm already better. It must have been something I ate for breakfast. Can you excuse me and wait for me on the couch, please? ” He nodded, his blue eyes filled with concern. "Sure." As soon as he left, you closed the door. You took the toothbrush and the paste you kept there, brushed your teeth, and wiped away your tears. Then, you left the bathroom ready to get it over with. So, you sat in your chair while Homelander directed his worried blue eyes to you. You have started the query. "Well, let's get started then." “Don't feel pressured to make our session today. We can do it tomorrow, you are not feeling well. ” You forced a slight smile. “I'm better, thanks. And I don't work on weekends. ” Not least because you weren't willing to let Homelander ruin your Saturday. "I bought these flowers for you when I was coming here." He got up from the couch and took the bouquet from the table, handing it to you with a tender look. Homelander was beaming and even looked so anxious as a teenager in front of their crush. You, however, froze. You clenched your jaw and forced another smile, holding the flowers. “I appreciate it, John. I'm flattered, but I need you to know that we need to keep our relationship strictly professional and impersonal. I can have my therapist register canceled with this type of relationship with a patient because it is unethical, and I don't want to end up harming myself. ” Those words made you realize how brave you were. You had fought an internal battle to say that. "But I will put the flowers in a vase after the consultation." His expression became austere and you froze with it. Homelander nodded and lay down on the couch while you put the flowers back on your table. Fortunately, at that meeting, he hadn't mentioned you or anything you might suspect was about you. The subjects of that consultation were merely concerned with the Seven, about their suspicions about Starlight, and how angry he was with the team. You were with your head on the clouds. You couldn't stop thinking about what you would do now that your worst nightmare had become real. You were so disturbed, you didn't even see that appointment go by. It seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye, unlike the others that seemed to be an eternity. And then you were finally able to rest. Being Homelander's therapist also brought other burdens: No therapist could maintain consultations with you, because it was too heavy for anyone to hear you talk about Homelander. Until then, you hadn't been able to find anyone who could help you support the weight you carried on your shoulders. You even thought of writing everything you felt in a diary as a way to try to get out and put out what you felt. However, the fear that Homelander might read outweighed everything. That was another point: You felt, at times, that you were being followed and observed. The curtains in your house always remained closed, although you knew that if Homelander was really stalking you, curtains would not help. That was enough for you to start developing a little paranoia. But that Saturday had been unlike anything. As usual, you woke up with the feeling of being watched. However, it looked different that time. It was almost as if you were feeling that Homelander was also on the sumptuous penthouse where you lived. Knowing that hiding in any room in the house could be worse, you simply chose to go out with a friend. Your circle of friends didn't recognize you anymore, and they even seemed to be concerned about you. While you and your friend were walking through Central Park, while she was telling some random gossip from someone in your social circle, you couldn't stop looking around. Homelander was there, somewhere, watching you. You were quite sure of that! Night soon came, and that feeling of being watched did not go away. You had the impression that Homelander, when he came to watch you, never stayed that long. His maximum was three hours. But on that Saturday, he seemed to be on your heels all day. You chose to wear your worst pajamas that night, the one that best hid your body, since you never had the feeling of being watched at that time. You were certain that you would not be able to sleep, and you could already feel that your emotions were extremely drained. Trying to act as naturally as you could, you lay down in your King Size bed. You covered yourself with the blankets and turned off the lights. You were lying in a sideways so that you could see the door that went into your corridor. It was like you were waiting to hear Homelander's footsteps there. But then you saw, through the reflection of the mirror, the door to your closet - the only door you were facing away from. You saw the reason for all your dread. The mirror reflected the image of a Homelander with slightly red eyes, watching you through the crack in the door. His uniform pants were slumped under his feet, and despite the low light, you could see what he was doing - explained mainly by the movement of one of his arms. His eyes were on you as he touched himself, and that seemed to be the main reason he didn't notice that you saw him. Your heart sped up, and you had to contain a weeping of fear and the nausea you felt when you noticed that grotesque scene. Tears flooded your face so that your vision was completely blurred, and panic made your entire body stop functioning. Homelander was completely obsessed with you, and that would bring you to complete ruin. You didn't sleep the rest of the night - even when you noticed that Homelander was no longer in the apartment. Still, on Sunday morning, you only managed to get out of bed at seven. You had been crying all night, completely stunned by the surreal situation that had happened. Apathetic, there were no more tears, no energy to cry or be afraid. You were just an empty shell, an inanimate object - the Homelander's favorite one. So you walked slowly to the closet to change clothes. And there was proof that what had happened last night was real. It was everywhere. The pearly liquid present on the door, on the floor, and at some points on the wall proved that he had not touched himself just once that night. You staggered backward, feeling that sudden wave of nausea again. That scene was enough for you to stride to the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet while your body tried to expel something through your mouth, without success. Suddenly, you felt your heart racing. Panic enveloped you, and you leaned against the bathroom wall, your breathing as fast as your heart. Sweeping heat shot through your body, and you started to feel sweaty. The air seemed to start to drain from your lungs and you thought you were about to die. And if your time to die had indeed come, fine. Homelander would no longer torment you anymore.

[buchananbarnes1991]

Unus Annus Sentence Meme Starter

“Hey buddy buddy buddy buddy!”

“Our long time colleagues are 419 hours a day deny you here!”

“Peoples dream, must first be full of blood!”

“When we arrived in my backyard, we stopped the fire.”

“We quickly eliminated the enemy, and the fight was depressing.”

“Boy am I hungry!”

“Zip zap zop!”

“I don’t know if this was your idea, but we’ll roll with it.”

“This wouldn’t be the first time like, ‘hey I’ve got an idea.’ when we told you it weeks ago.”

“With the guidance of a guardian angel, you can do anything.”

“What am I teaching you how to do?”

“You don’t need to make it! I’m making it!”

“Have you washed your hands? You should wash your hands.”

“You can have the knife when you need the knife.”

“Close the door and never go back!”

“I want you to do something for me. Take a balloon, stretch it out..nice and wide.”

“Some of us are more gifted than others.”

“Okay, so what are we doing here? What is this?”

“I think that the way that I’d kill you is..’take you by the hands. come this way. I’ve got something to show you. just something you HAVE TO SEE.’ “

“In highschool. I dated a girl...her name was, Abigail. Very smart and driven. I was a stupid boy.”

“I still hadn’t let go, but they called me to tell me. She’d let go.”

“She looked down at the ground and then looked back up me. She giggled a bit and then said ‘Oh, don’t you know? I have feelings for Troy.’ “

“When you’re a late bloomer and you spend most of your time alone in a dark room with various ‘websites’,  it turns out that feeding my entire adolescences with perverted thoughts from various unsavory sources makes a distorted impression of the act of making love.”

“After about thirty minutes of dry thrusting, I found myself incapable of completion.”

“The first time I ever had sex, I had to fake my own orgasm..just to get it over with.”

“I too was a late bloomer. I didn’t know anything about intercourse or foreplay or anything.”

“We heard the tent unzip, her thirteen year old brother came through the tent! He didn’t see us. But, we were there. He said ‘Dinner’s ready.’ Under the protection of the sleeping bag we were replied ‘OKAY!’, He exited and I-- *giggles* exited.”

“I think that’s enough therapy for one day. Remember, it’s okay to talk about embarrassing of your life.”

“You stand here..I’m gonna take my shoes off.”

“I need to climb around you.”

“Using teamwork and trust and...t-t-t....team work, you get one person from one end of the body, all the way around to the same end.”

“You think you know us, but we only show you what we want you to see.”

“Let’s get climbing.”

“I thought we were gonna watch a movie.”

“And then I PILE DRIVE YOU’RE SPINE...paralyzed for life.”

“I AM ALWAYS STABLE. Don’t even try to unstablize me.”

“Felt like an emotional burden unloaded.”

“Death comes for all of us and we’ve gotta prepare.”

“It’s a beautiful world, with a lot of caskets.”

“I’m just thinking about America...it’s not a great time to think about America.”

“Can we see some different caskets? Can you show us some metal ones, some wood ones?”

“Let’s start with the highest! And then we’ll work down to where we’re comfortable.”

“Why is Mahogany like the universally known wood? It’s used in all the movies, everyone talks about it. If they want quality, they want a Mahogany.”

“Obviously it’s a beautiful wood, but what makes Mahogany so special?”

“With Mahogany if you look at it. If you pass your eyes to the side, it changes. It goes with you.”

“You are supposed to be buried in dirt. From dust to dust.”

“I don’t want it to be too comfortable. I’d like to stay alert.”

“I don’t know, what does it mean to be afraid? I’m not afraid of death.”

“I don’t like the feel of velvet. I mean, I’ll touch it.”

“Mmh....velvet...”

“That’s the thing! Like old production stuff was built to last, FOREVER!”

“For now you can kneel.”

“They’re Nigerian dwarf goats. They’re gonna be your yoga partners today.”

“I twisted a man into a pretzel. I could do the same to you.”

“I twisted myself into a pretzel.”

“It’s so much more fun to do a plank with a goat on your back.”

“The goats come to you. The motto that we like to have it ‘trust the goats.’ “

“Oh, wait. Wait! I didn’t know we were competing.”

“When I did hot yoga. I kicked everyone’s ass.”

“There’s a lot goatin’ on.”

“You flinchy bastard.”

“Alright, there’s a goat there.”

“I always tell people that they will fire their massage therapists because goat massages are way better.”

“Yeah, it’s real firm.”

“Ow, oh god. Your tallons!”

“Oh, tight pants..tight pants!”

“Those are quitters who think that you have to have the perfect conditions to do things but if you can do things in times of adversity that’s when you know you’re really committed to a cause!”

“Anyone want kisses?”

“It’s okay to show emotions.”

“CRY LITTLE BITCH, CRY!”

“No one’s crazy enough to do it!”

“We knew this year was going to be hell.”

“Hey! Seven days..”

“There’s always still time for things to go wrong.”

“We’ll save them for the future.”

“No, there’s no future.”

“I hope I die in a hilarious way. I hope my death can be told as a joke, like it’s so funny how I died. People can get one last joy. One last laugh.”

“I’m not afraid of death, but I am afraid of dying.”

“Okay, we only have our sixth sense to see with. Okay? Much like Bruce Willis in the show Sixth Sense, spoiler, I know it’s new. He sees dead eggs everywhere.”

“You can do it with dominoes too, but be careful with that one cause once to get a hundred or more dominoes and you spill ‘em all over, it’s gonna take all afternoon to set ‘em back up.”

“So you better fucking see with your brain or else you won’t be able to have a good time.”

“Ouch ouch ouch! That’s not an egg.”

“I think you need to go a little slower.”

“Oh...Puppies!”

“Should we turn on the emergency camper light?”

“I’m just such a neat freak.” “You know we need to try and escape.”

“What a profound man, that shot out the load that is Tony Stark.”

“This is a literal don’t show it. Oh god, all of his nudes are right there!”

“Gone gone, forever.”

“Two idiots cause ten care pile up from buttplug dropedge.” 

“Hook car batteries up to my nipples? I’ll say yes every time!” 

“I’m not a masochist. I’m really not. I’m glad I have this uninterrupted moment to talk about this. I’m not a masochist. I’m just curious.” 

“I’ve never been hit by a car, outside of my car? What’s that like? I DON’T KNOW!” 

“Sometimes, I am an idiot and..I match your intelligence level. THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!”

“We’ve been edging father time for a year.”

“Recognize my face, thank you.”

 “Oh it was terrible. You didn’t tell me about all the bears along the way.”

“Nice camel toe.

“Do you want me to get nurse Tracy?”

“When we tried to crush those melons, SHE TOOK TWO!”

“I was thinking the other night, what if the next melon is [insert muses’s name here] skull?”

“I just like doing what I’m told.”

“A man of few words, a man of action.”

“Are our faces being used as Capchas’ now?”

“Thank you god, thats’s a good idea.”

“God said we could!”

“Doesn’t matter what you do, to keep it from ending. Once it ends. It’s gone forever.”

“I don’t know you but you’re here, a lot. I guess you’re fine.”

“I couldn’t get it off, I felt like I was gonna rip your skin off.”

“YOU WERE GONNA RIP MY SKIN OFF.”

“We got all this time that we can relax! We’ve got like a week to relax...”

“Neither of us have ever been pepper sprayed. Let’s get pepper sprayed!”

“It’s burning as if there’s some hot oil.. on my eyes.”

“My eyes are okay now.”

“This fucking sucks so bad.”

“I would not recommend getting pepper sprayed.”

“When I was a young lad. All I had was my imagination and the woodland creatures.”

“You shot me twice! I get to shoot you with a paintball at some point in the future.”

“There is no easy!”

“Math wasn’t my strong suit, nor was anything.”

“He’s an idiot but he can read well.”

“Look at me in the eyes boy, you’ll never be stronger than me.”

“How do you have time for anything, do you not sleep?”

“Your shirt needs to be off.”

“I think you just want me to take my shirt off.”

“Ugh...I’m fine.”

“I need gloves, I need gloves, hang on, I gotta get gloves!”

“I don’t wanna do anything with drainage.”

“What bone would you say hurts?”

“That’s what the picture said to do, breast feed your patient.”

“Your bed’s not very comfortable.”

“THE GONGOOZLER!”

“It not over, it’s close.”

“In six hours, we’re done.”

“It’s hard to say goodbye, but it’s important.”

“Beautiful, a sailor’s dream to come across the mermer.”

“DELETE ME!! CUT ME OUTTA HERE!!”

“I’m being an asshole now.”

“It’s not hope, it’s delusion.”

“You can’t speed your way into heaven!”

“Have you ever looked at your tongue too long in the mirror and it no longer looks like it belongs to you?”

“Biology is just a constant nightmare.”

[fandomn00blr]

Hey there! How abput 2, 10, 19 and 31 from the couples ask?? I'm curious about Samson/Delilah/Cullen and also Carver/Nate so choose whichever you think fits better for each question! :))

Thank you for these! I answered a few others for Carver/Nate here if you’re curious (and some of these answers are hidden in my very long-winded responses to those!).

I hope you don’t mind that I’m going to answer these as if Samson, Delilah, and Cullen are attending some kind of relationship counseling session because they are all talking over each other in my brain. Without spoilering my WIP fic for them, I’ll say that this is assuming a slightly different ending than what I have planned, for the sake of being able to answer all the questions in their own voices.

2. Does this [the thing that first attracted them to each other] change over time? What things do they find “hot” about their partner after they’ve been together for some time, and have had more time to, well, notice and appreciate?

“Well, Cullen...your stupid hair got a lot better over the years, for one,” Samson offers, reaching up to muss it back into its naturally curly state.

“And your...uhhh...” Cullen looks a bit stuck, as he glances furtively over Samson’s physique and his sheepishness quickly gives way to its usual concern for him. He’s still so much thinner than he should be, but he has to admit he looks better, more healthy, less sallow than he has since their time together in Kirkwall. “Your resolve is...admirable.”

Samson laughs. “S’ok, Knight-Captain, you can say it...you’ve always been enchanted by my beautiful mud-colored eyes.”

Delilah rolls her eyes. “You both clean up quite handsomely, if I do say so myself.”

“That’s just blowin’ air back up yer own arse, though, ‘Lilah...”

“Fine! Then I suppose I’ve come to appreciate your hands. You do give great massages, among other things. And Cullen’s...hmmm...well, he ended up being a really great kisser, didn’t he?”

Samson folds his arms across his chest. “I wouldn’t know.”

“I kiss you!” Cullen protests. “I kissed you just this morning when I got out of bed! And then again after lunch!”

“Oh. Right. Well, those were just like, little henpecks, though. They don’t count, do they? Anyway, they weren’t very good. Kind of weak, if ya ask me...”

“Maker’s breath! You’re impossible!”

10. What scares them about entering a relationship?

“Who said anything about a relationship?!” Samson glances around him exaggeratedly. “I am a prisoner here! This is literally a dungeon!”

“The Inquisitor has offered you your own quarters...and you’re free to go whenever you’d like now that you’ve fulfilled the terms of your service to the Inquisition.”

“But I’ve made friends down here...with the rats...and their fleas...”

Delilah snorts.

“Fitting, eh?” He nudges his elbow into her side.

“You said it! Not me...”

Cullen clears his throat. “In the past...we...” He stops, shaking his head. “Well, I’ve certainly made a lot of mistakes. And certain regrets...and fears about slipping back into old habits...and guilt -- Maker, so much guilt! I suppose it all makes these kinds of things especially difficult.”

Delilah places her hand on top of his as he begins to clench it into a fist. He opens it up and turns it over, interlacing his fingers between hers. Samson watches them for a moment with a strange fondness, and then inhales sharply.

"What he means is that we’ve both been real shitty bastards over the years, to each other and to plenty of other people, too. And Delilah over here...”

Delilah lifts an eyebrow skeptically at him.

“She used to murder her patrons...and make pies out of ‘em. And feed ‘em to her horde of demon-possessed cats back in Amaranthine.” He puts his hand up next to his face and whispers loudly to the therapist, “Did you know her father was Rendon Howe? The Butcher of Denerim?!”

Delilah cackles, and Cullen looks up with a relieved smile.

“So there’s some trust issues, I guess.” Samson shrugs, then places his own hand on top of theirs.

19. Are they okay with public displays of affection? Do they like them?

"Before Samson was pardoned, it was a rather well-known secret that the three of us were...involved...in something,” Delilah explains. “Rumors about me and Cullen, of course...”

Cullen looks surprised to hear this. 

“Then me and Samson...and Samson and Cullen...all kinds of things.”

“Me and Samson?!” Cullen scoffs.

Delilah nods. “Soldiers are the worst gossips. Right next to hairdressers.” She winks.

“Leliana seemed to predict it,” Cullen mutters. “I wonder if she had something to do with the rumors...”

“No, darling...most people simply have eyes that they can see with. And you were rather obvious about your crush on me. All those strolls along the ramparts...”

“I was consulting with you regarding the care of our soldiers!”

“And I would say that your sad excuses for ‘training’ exercises with me were rife with sexual tension,” Samson adds.

Cullen opens his mouth to defend himself, but snaps it shut again, shaking his head. “Fine. I’ll grant you that,” he says.

“But now that he’s a free man...” Delilah smiles.

“I’m not, I tell ya!”

“...we don’t even have to pretend it’s a secret.”

“And lucky me! I get pathetic little pecks on the mouth from the Inquisition Commander twice a day, and ‘Lilah likes to grab my arse so everyone knows I’m hers.”

31. What little thing do they find incredibly (though harmlessly) annoying about their partner?

“His sneer!” Cullen points at Samson as he sneers back at him obligingly.

Samson turns toward Delilah. “Her stubbornness!”

“Their bickering...” she drawls.

(Questions from this relationship ask list...)