#it has helped me tremendously.

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

Fuck you Young Royals for forcing me to go through this painful process while patient notes keep piling.

I hate you. Except I don’t. ❤️‍🩹

[peachfruitcake]

well gosh

[onaperduamedee]

Heartbroken reminder that Egwene is 17 when she gets taken by the Seanchan, spends two months in captivity being tortured, used as a weapon and dehumanized. When she gets back to the Tower, she immediately passes a test that's not at all traumatic, nearly gets killed by a Grey Man and is sent on a secret mission to hunt murderers completely unsupervised. During this period of wandering, lacking direction, she naturally gets angrier and erratic, but Nyn and Elayne mostly treat it as childish rebellion against Nyn's authority, with Elayne slapping Egwene because she was mean to Nyn. When the girls eventually get captured because they are not equipped at all to hunt the Black Ajah, Egwene becomes so terrified of being taken again that she keeps on resisting the sisters long past it is sensible, earning a brutal beating from the sisters who throw her back into a cell, beaten to a pulp, with no hope for help this time.

Clearly, Egwene has no PTSD whatsoever.

[alizalayne]

ART WRAPPED ON BEETLE AND THE HOLLOWBONES 2, BEETLE AND THE CHIMERA CARNIVAL

[cinnamonest]

Can you please write something with zhongli? Probably a failed escape attempt?

So I have FINALLY finished this and just need to proofread and fix details/any errors I catch. It will be posted within the next little while whenever I'm done with said final edits (or possibly morning if I finish at some weird early hour).

[miercolaes]

@freakarus, you were part of the addams family ever since the day gomez challenged you to duel when you first entered their house. now you're in the family portraits. but here are some headcanons from the addamses:

i. morticia adores eddie. whenever eddie comes around, she makes everyone wear clothes with holes in them to make him feel more comfortable around them. whenever she gets the chance, she always gifts him either antique rings or creates more chains so that he could wear however he likes. at least once, she let eddie be head of the seance. she's also indulging him with old diaries from their ancestors that would give him ideas for his games. she found it fascinating that there is someone else interested in both dungeons and dragons, but she didn't mean the game. she would listen to his stories and would make the entire family participate in d&d campaigns.

ii. gomez thinks of eddie as his son. he's even telling others (relatives and acquaintances) that eddie was his son for a while and no one saw him before because he's that great of a stalker. he makes sure to treat him the same way he treats all his children. he engages in games he deems fun and that brings them together, but of course without actually harming eddie. one time he basically dragged a tailor to make the same costumes for all his male children : pubert, pugsley and eddie. gomez also likes to smoke and he frequently smokes with eddie. while not sure how we.ed is, he doesn't mind eddie consuming anything in a safe environment. gomez is okay with his cigars, but every now and then does try other substances with eddie.

iii. pugsley adores him. he's a little leech that caught on eddie. to pugsley, eddie is a hero. he's so cool and confident in his eyes. whenever eddie's around the house, pugsley is always behind a corner, admiring him. even though, most of the time, he does barge in just to talk to eddie. he's also a big hugger. he hugs eddie a lot and tells him he'll miss him everytime he leaves the house. he learned more about d&d rules because of eddie and hopes one day he'll make eddie proud. pugsley also likes to show eddie what bombs he had created in order to impress him. one time, he was afraid eddie wouldn't come back, so he locked eddie in one of the rooms just so that he'll spend the night.

iv. pubert is small, probably around eight or ten. the blue eyed blond addams anomaly does like eddie, too. he's very similar to pugsley to a degree, but unlike pugsley, he has more confidence. pubert has no problem trying to steal eddie from wednesday whenever he sees fit and he likes to make his brother jealous. one time, pubert asked eddie how can he become more like eddie. he's currently growing his hair so that he can have a similar hairstyle to eddie.

v. wednesday i think forgot they are friends. to her, eddie is just family. and she would both kill and die for her family. whilst she may appear the most distant from the whole family, she cares about him a lot. if someone bullies eddie, wednesday is there to avenge her brother. she enjoys torturing him when it comes with his love life. she likes to play tricks on him, without actually harming him of course, but it'd good to keep him on his toes. same applies to her brothers, after all. whenever the family announces a vacation / trip, she's first to let eddie know he has no other choice than to come. because she sees him as her older brother, she literally goes to him about anything and everything. at this point, she knows where he's at by smell. at some point along the way, she felt comfortable enough to be physically close to him or touch him, which is just wow!!!! meaning if she wants him to go somewhere, she just grabs his arm and drags him. she also likes to poke him for some reason. and to end this because it gets too long, when she brought him home, she didn't expect him to stick around. but he did. and now she doesn't know a life without him. so even if he comes back wrong in any of your verses, she'll be looking out for him. she'll make sure he wouldn't hurt others just because she knows he wouldn't have harmed them before. even if it's just her eddie's memory that she's not willing to let go of, she. will. be. there.

[jorvikzelda]

honestly every single day I wonder how I didn't realise earlier how gay I am. like yeah yeah I know the answer is repression and severe deep rooted internalised lesbophobia but how the actual fuck did I manage to repress that hard? that's got to have been enough hard work that it like, qualifies for being put on my CV

[mixedbag-o-beans]

it’s super nice to have a friend whose special interest is bugs and critters until it’s 2am and you’re convinced there’s a brown recluse in your shower and they’re ASLEEP

[lasarcasticpanda]

The thing that gets me about this episode, in terms of starting to really build that close bond between Ellie and Joel, is that he failed her.

And then he said sorry.

He missed hearing a kid, Ellie had to step in, and Joel prioritized the enemy on the ground over checking in on Ellie. And he saw that mistake for what it was (I’d argue it’s normal to miss an enemy in this situation, but Joel’s used to Tess having his back and he now has a kid instead and if she has to step in at all, it’s a failure to him).

And when they finally get just a second to sit, he checks in. It’s awkward and hard for him and he’s buried this instinct so far down, but it’s a part of his makeup at this point, so he still tries.

And at the end of the try, he simply says sorry.

I wonder how many of the adults that failed Ellie ever apologized for it. We didn’t see Marlene apologize for leaving her in a military-ran orphanage and not checking in ever. it definitely could’ve happened in the bit we missed, but Marlene and Joel are very similar, in that they are laser focused when they have a cause or a job, so i don’t think she would’ve taken the time.

Especially not in the face of what Ellie could mean to the rest of the world. Marlene loves Ellie, only there’s a “but” because Ellie could save what’s left of humanity and that has to come first.

I’d be willing to bet that Joel is the first one to look at Ellie, apologize to her for how he perceived he failed her (and later apologize for what she has to go through so young), and mean it.

[3t22]

I love you medicine. I love you drugs. I love you prescription medications. I love you antidepressants. I love you antipsychotics. I love you mood stabilizers. I love you anticonvulsants. I love you tranquilizers. I love you barbiturates. I love you hypnotics. I love you narcotics. I love you steroids. I love you antihistamines. I love you antibiotics. I love you blood thinners. I love you beta blockers. I love you every other drug that I've failed to mention. I love you drugs made in laboratories and with chemicals that we have created with our own hands.

I love you every single person on a prescription medication that you hate. I love you every single person on a prescription medication that you love. I love you every single person on a prescription medication that you'd rather live without. I love you every single person on a prescription medication that you're so thankful for helping you survive and/or function.

[melonbite]

it feels like i have no days off but thats partly my fault where all i do is work and try not to be full of depression swag

[hope-inthedark]

PSA: I am still writing The Serpent’s House (I swear I am not lying I have just had much Life happening lately, check tags for more detail) and a new chapter is with my betas now and will be coming soon I promise. For real this time. Please believe me.

Sorry for vanishing and also being the worst for leaving anyone who is still reading this goshdarned fic on a cliffhanger for six months :) If you’ve stuck around: oh god, please let me buy you several beverages of your choice for your patience.

[firstluvlatespring]

anyway after the test, going to return the books that due at the library, print out some docs that i have to post and going to get tickets to watch past lives on saturday 👍🏽 and after all that i am still going out to watch a movie with a friend and grab some din din

[yeleltaan]

From @hexenjagd

It is a gentle gesture. With a turn of her wrist she cups his chin, cradling his head within her welcoming palm and holding him there. Her fingers fitted to the shape of his jaw perfectly as she delicately tilted his head her way.

A gentle urging for him to turn her way and face her. A beckoning.

"Come now, raise your head. Lift your gaze and meet mine." it was a command, gentle in intent-- uttered through a half whisper.

"I've rarely seen such success in many an era. You rose from nothing. Hardly able to stand or even give me your name, narrowly avoiding the embrace of death, from embers to flame. Look at you. You've come so far-- transformed. Whole and beautiful. Now, raise your head with pride. You have survived."

There’s little else to see. Nothing worth a look upon the grotto’s ridged arching walls, reverberating the whisper of rain outside past the faceless bushes. Still his gaze remains downcast, absorbed by earth-sunk stones. Every so often a stray glance dares peek through black strands to briefly settle upon some corner of her contours, reaffirming him with the glimpse of boots, of a hand or the ends of her ebony locks that she is indeed still beside him. But neither stare lasts, none dare remain, he simply cannot bring himself to fully look at her.

How many times has he thought back to the distant days spent inside that tent? Thought about all the things he could have told her if he could speak the way he can today. With a solid dominion over the language they shared, understanding him would have proven much simpler. Restlessly deterred by the suffocating hold of his ignorance, so much more could have been said had he been free of it from the start. When solitude struck low, he knows he wished he had more to remember her by. Wished that and more.

And yet, is this moment not weaved from the same thread of impossible opportunity? The same wishfulness as those dreams, the sort that visited him when exhaustion got the better of him. What is this silence then, Cayin? Has she returned, made her way back to you against all probability, so you could fall quiet beside her again?

This is your chance to say what you could not.

Her touch settles under his jaw, mindful, deliberate. It doesn’t bear the same warmth it once did, but then neither did her hand in those liar dreams. Scarred bearer of comforts, it still shapes a feeling of shelter truer than any walls, as does her velvety voice, first bringer of speech to his ears. At last she brings him to look upon her, truly and sincerely. So much more vivid than any product of the mind, yet perfumed in a strange bittersweetness. Perhaps because this isn't how he imagined it. Perhaps because his eyes do not lie, and they tell clearly that the two of them are changed, so very changed since then.

But where the proof of time roots him in this indecision he cannot explain, she responds in opposite: acknowledging it in a most celebratory manner, all in recognition towards him, towards what he is today in relation to what she knew him as. In this praise, in this short tale worthy of being preserved as an epigraph in a book, she welcomes him.

Success. When she puts it that way, it’s difficult to deny. Every need fulfilled has been followed by the search of the next, but to consider what has already been achieved is a pleasure of its own worth lingering in. She continues, calls him complete, calls him beautiful, names him survivor, like titles conferred by the sword that settles upon the head and shoulders of the newly knighted. Only he does not bow, as his head is called to rise. And rise it does, hesitantly, in spite of the knot tugging at his throat. Fists clench under their sleeves until the urge to shiver ceases, and they release, open hands rising to meet the one she placed under his chin.

“Not nothing.” He speaks in a quiet certainty. Claws grasp her fingers tenderly, delicately pulling her hand down and turning his wrists so his thumbs may rest on her palm. “I had you.”

[buckynats]

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[low-sodium-sri-rachaa]

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