#my best friend (the empath)

[allpromarlo]

i’m actually really glad that yuji empathized with megumi’s depressive state instead of just outright telling him to live tbh. it lets megumi keep his agency as opposed to the damsel in distress narrative that some people were pushing, and subverts expectations on the whole 'start by saving me itadori' thing in general

[silviakundera]

another snippet from the Grand Princess novel. I am going to be SO ANNOYING about this. (spoilers for their first life! )

Although he didn’t want to admit it, Pei Wenxuan still remembered that at the beginning of their marriage, when he lifted Li Rong’s veil, she raised her head and looked up at him with embarrassment and curiosity. Then, when they exchanged cups of wine, she said in a frank manner: “Wenxuan, no matter how we came to be together, having become husband and wife, I still want to live with you for the rest of my life.” At that time, he also seriously thought that he would live with Li Rong, have children and live peacefully for the rest of their lives.

That was, until Li Rong found out that he liked Qin Zhenzhen.

In truth, he didn’t even know what kind of feelings there were between him and Qin Zhenzhen, whether it was love or merely responsibility. They grew up together as children, and he only had her in his heart and hoped to live with Qin Zhenzhen for the rest of his life, but he could not do so.

Later on, Qin Zhenzhen married Li Rong’s brother, Crown Prince Li Chuan.

As Crown Prince, Li Chuan was a good Crown Prince but not a good husband. He married for political reasons, so although he was just the Crown Prince at the time, he already had a Princess Consort and four concubines. Qin Zhenzhen had a mild temperament and was unfamiliar with Palace affairs. If not for the Crown Prince’s favor and Pei Wenxuan’s help, she would have been long buried in the schemes of the Eastern Palace.

He helped her. Li Rong naturally knew about it, but she didn’t mention it at first. Later on, when he secretly rescued Qin Zhenzhen at a palace banquet and almost was exposed, Li Rong could only step in and help him with arrangements.

That day, they were sitting in the carriage on their way home, and Li Rong was silent. He was a little panicked at that time and wanted to explain, but he didn’t know what to explain because he felt that no matter what Li Rong said, she would be right.

Then, Li Rong returned home and after entering the bedchambers, she walked to the table and poured tea for herself. She turned her back to him and asked: “Do you like her?”

Pei Wenxuan stood at the door. He actually intended to say no, but he felt that it would not be completely truthful, so he replied honestly: “I can’t forget her.”

“What is your relationship with her?”

Li Rong held the cup of tea and looked very calm. Pei Wenxuan still told her the truth, their engagement when they were young because they were childhood sweethearts. After his family had fallen, the Qin family annulled the engagement, and Qin Zhenzhen was forced to marry into the Eastern Palace…

“I just wanted to help her,” He said in a low voice, “No other intentions. She’s the Crown Prince’s Side Consort now. There’s nothing else I can do.”

After he had spoken, Li Rong didn’t speak for a long time. That silence became a deeply engraved impression of that night for Pei Wenxuan.

He saw that Li Rong kept drinking water, one cup after another. After a while, Li Rong seemed to calm down. She turned her head, stared at him and only asked: “Will you betray me?”

“No.” He answered immediately. He looked at her, “You’re my wife.”

“I’m not your wife.”

Li Rong looked at him with a serious expression: “I’m just your ally.”

These words stunned Pei Wenxuan. Li Rong turned and looked out the window and calmly continued: “In this marriage, you and I had no choice and only did it for power. Truthfully speaking, there’s not one bit of love between us. You have someone in your heart, and I have someone in my heart. It’s just that we didn’t make it clear before and had some misunderstandings. Now that it’s clear, it doesn’t matter.”

“It’s not a big deal either,” Li Rong laughed, her tears seemed like they could fall at any time, “Why didn’t you say so sooner?”

Pei Wenxuan stared blankly at her. He wanted to deny it, but he felt that Li Rong wasn’t wrong either. There was no such love between him and Li Rong because it was impossible for a person to truly love two people at the same time. He already had Qin Zhenzhen in his heart, so how could he make room for Li Rong?

Seeing that he still had not spoken, Li Rong lowered her head and softly said: “If you make it clear, then it won’t be a problem. We will live as we have in the future, but I hope Pei daren remembers this in his heart:

I’m not your wife, and you’re not my husband. I don’t care who is in your heart, and you don’t need to care about who I am with. You and I will have our own lives, and we will each have our own happiness.”

“As long as Pei daren promises me,” Li Rong looked at him, her eyes sharp as a hawk, “You and I are allies, so we must never betray one another.”

That evening, it also rained.

Just like now, the rain was pouring down.

[mysoulsecrets-blog]

A MAN OF HONOR AND PRIDE.

Good men have empathy, they take no pleasure in the struggles and failures of another, they care for others and are genuinely concerned for people whom they hold close to their hearts, they're kind and emotionally available, their good character is the backbone of a magnetic personality which attracts people, but some people are so self-obsorbed that they only care about their selves, but kindness is the key quality of a good man and they're willing to put your needs before theirs, and that makes them a keeper.

This is a tribute to my dearest friend.

He keeps his promises, he doesn't tell lies, nor does he get involved in any type of gossip or drama and that makes him a "A MAN OF INTEGRITY"

Happy birthday professor ♥️

@poetrybyonur

[sexysilverstrider]

my dear friends dad passed away this morning and my heart feels choked

[fridayiminlovemp3]

i neeed to stop obsessively hating on people but like if it’s bad why does it feel so gooddddddddd 🤨🤨

[wisteriasymphony]

im ngl ur the only one i trust wih characterising luka...hes such a terrible guy in tweos but still more likable than his canon counterpart to me 😭

willwood anon is this you??? are you at his first appearance in chapter 18 or are you somehow already at the Halloween chap??? shdhdjdjsj. here take a notebook drawing i did of him for you <3

also yes yes him and Kagami got the worst of my revamp treatment but it'd be a lie to say i don't like them at all??? (more words under cut)

Kagami is at worst just naïve and stubborn but is very clearly suffering in the same ways Adrien is (and just isn't at the point where she notices it yet), and Luka Marcel is just like... an entitled little asshole who's only the "big brother" voice of reason when he's having to give Marinette (failed) reality checks.

Like Marinette, he's only into hero work for the glory, but he at least has the sense to realize that maybe Chat Noir going AWOL is not a victory? But I like him best when he's being an asshole. Like, he's 19-almost-20 dating a high schooler (unless you're one of the many one-night stands he has, in which he's totally single and did you know he's in a band? yeah Vampire Revival it's kind of a post-grunge-punk thing with a bit of screamo here's a CD—) so of course he's not a hero here. He's not benevolent or even good at using his miraculous, he's just a shitty guy who's occasionally right about things.

His shittiness also plays a huge role in the "botched Adrinette" dynamic which I can talk at length about if you guys want me to, but I'll cap it off here :P

[datafii]

i fuckin hate white men

[switchytransboy]

cancer sucks yo

[heirbane]

it's still sunday so here's a post about gaius' e.d.

Gaius has struggled with depressive issues for probably most of his adult life. the severity of it comes in waves, but after his failure at Mor Dhona, it seems as if the fog reaches a new level of normal for him.

it is compounded by injuries he sustains and the undercurrent of PTSD that begins to become obvious. due to Gaius' furious attempts to keep himself emotionally in check and reigned in, his emotional symptoms begin to manifest in physical ailments. if he won't seek aid for his nightmares or depressive slumps, maybe he will for ulcers, weight loss, and difficulties in bed.

as his failures begin to compound, he keeps fewer companions, making his inability to keep afloat not overtly obvious. it is mostly a problem he sees post ARR MSQ and beyond, when he begins to rendezvous with permanent traveling companions and the scions as a whole.

the infuriating truth is that it isn't consistent, and that he blames it solely on his "advanced" age. coupled with his other self-image issues, it simply spirals: he feels emasculated by his inability to consistently be able to have sex, and this causes him to simply... avoid it all together. the man is a walking pit of self shame and it is just another nail in the coffin.

after the Weapons storyline and as he seeks closure with all he's done, finding solace and companionship with the WOL and others, it begins to ebb little by little. he isn't able to "contribute" at every romp, but he's gotten used to it and simply views it as a fact of living, and there are ways to be dominant in bed that don't involve pe.netration. there are times where it comes after - as if the fear of performing itself had lifted - and, unless he is with a longer term partner, he will simply finish himself in the washroom.

if he is with someone he truly trusts and isn't simply fucking - well, everything before was just foreplay, then.

(there are alchemical and herbal remedies to help, but the answer would have to come to him, not the other way around. Gaius is absolutely not a man to seek out medical opinions or help, whether for his mental health or his physical health. he never has been. his struggles, both emotionally and physically, are simply symptoms of existing.)

[goingnearlyinsane]

something ive learned over the past 2-3 years: health and wellness classes absolutely were not meant for neurodivergent people

[kintsukuroi-babes]

I think I’m in love with my bestfriend

[neverendingford]

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[jtownraindancer]

@icyfox17

#like father casey like son buck

[mysoulsecrets-blog]

SOUL SISTER ✨️

At some point in life we have all felt the need for a soul connection that feels pure, soul connections have the potential to change us as a person, they transform and help us unleash our true selves, we cannot actively search for a soul connection, it will happen to us, a strong soul to soul connection means rejuvenation of our spirits, its purpose is to build positive vibes together and in return a healing force can be sensed through the bond, life will become easier to tackle when this person is present in your life, and I have met one such person and I feel blessed to have met her in this life,

MY SOULMATE MY FRIEND MY SOUL SISTER ✨️

Jen ♥️

Happy birthday love ❤️ 😘

@wordsbyjenpoetry

[bcnes-archived]

@calmlythrilling sent masked mirror for a memory

You're a doctor. You've known you would be a doctor since the age you were old enough to figure that's what you really wanted - the day you dismissed the childish notion that maybe you did want to be a mechanic or a coal miner or a moon shuttle conductor instead. And because you are a doctor, you've seen death hundreds of times over, felt it keenly on more than one occasion. Patients and men you loved dying under your hands.

This is your first time experiencing it from the other side of the table. Your pulse is threadbare and slow in your ears. You can hear nothing else, but you feel blood dripping down the side of your head, out your ears and your nose, pooling in the back of your throat. You've spent the last god-knows-how-long observing your body as though outside of it, trapped in your own mind for whatever brief moments of lucidity you still have left to experience, documenting numbly as your veins collapse and organs slow to a shut-down. Only the occasional changing of the scenery, what little there is, blurred and darkened, indicates that you have been in and out of consciousness; at some point, someone must have maneuvered you onto your back, though your wrists are still raw and chafed, the skin peeling away with too much ease. The pain is unbearable. You realize this is the goal of their test: not the dying, but the pain. Someone grabs at your hands, firm, but gentler than the Vians. Scaphoid, lunate, triquetrum, pisiform, trapezium... even the most time-tested methods of distraction can barely keep your focus away from the feeling of it all.

It's Jim. His voice is the only thing you recognize. You feel relieved, could cry that you won't be spending the last of your time alone - and then guilty, because he shouldn't have to watch you die. He's already seen so much of it. He should have escaped already, should have left the moment he'd realized what you'd done to give him an out. Spock is there, too, because where Jim is Spock follows. You're not a doctor, Jim is insisting, as though the Vulcan's diagnoses are ever incorrect. At another time, it might have been funny to think that some of your last words will be spent agreeing with Spock of all people. But you feel disinclined to poke and prod at him - when his face comes into focus he is bent over you, his hand on your face. Not melding, which you are grateful for. The last thing you would want is for him to experience this much pain. As far as diagnosticians go, he has a far better bedside manner than most. You tell him as much. It must not have been as comforting as you'd imagined it would be. Comfort isn't part of the test, either.

What is part of the test is this: a young girl, maybe Joanna's age, being expected to suffer and die for men she has never met before and will never see again. You wonder what logic there is to measure the worth of a species against one woman, what makes it a fair weight to place on her shoulders. Why can compassion only be learned through pain? You have never experienced pain on a level quite like this before, but that has never stopped you from putting your life on the line for others. You'd just done as much for Jim, for Spock; you can't let them die, but more than that, you can't let them suffer. You love them enough to understand how much their lives are worth compared to yours. You can't let her die, either, though you do not even know her real name. To push her away is cruel, but allowing her to save you would be crueler. You are coherent enough, for a moment, to understand this.

You pray Jim will be just as understanding, though you know in reality he will never forgive you for this. There's equally little logic in worrying about the memory you will leave behind - you have no control over that. You have frighteningly little control over anything, but at least you had enough to take the decision out of their hands. For that, you can live - well, die - without being forgiven, leaving them with the memory of anger. The least they deserve is to live long enough to one day meet someone who will be just as worth dying for as they were.

[foldingfittedsheets]

I grew up lucky for a queer person. My area wasn’t actively hostile to me. My parents accepted the news that I had a crush on my best friend with no major upset.

There was homophobic comments made in my household in line with the era, but without hatred behind the words. I got called “lesbian” by bullies but honestly it just rolled off of hurtful and hit funny.

That’s why I was so ill prepared for my move to Arizona. I was moving to live with my at-the-time girlfriend, Taylor. She was native to the state and I’d met her while living there for one miserable year in high school. I’d had a crush on her for ten years before we started dating.

In the process of moving my parents were helping by driving a uhaul with my stuff while Taylor and I drove down in my car. It was a two day drive and we rolled into my new city one warm desert evening. We stopped to get some water and wait for my parents to catch up in the uhaul.

We got out of the car, stretching our achy limbs and heading toward a little fast food place in the strip mall. Across the parking lot a group of men started hooting and whistling at us. Words like “beautiful,” and “come here” drifting along the still evening air. We didn’t react and they grew louder until I casually flipped them off.

The tenor of their calls changed instantly. Now we heard “dykes” and “bitches” and “teach you a lesson”. For the first time, I felt afraid to be walking along in a lit parking lot. I looked at Taylor and to my horror she had started to turn in their direction.

I grabbed her arm and she shook me off. The men were moving away but I didn’t want to see a fight or worse break out if she caught up. But Taylor wasn’t heading to follow them. She was arrowing toward the truck they’d been lounging across.

“What are you doing?” I asked her anxiously.

For answer she reached for guys front tire and started letting the air out. A nervous giggle escaped me and I stood to keep lookout. She had the front two tires done before the trucks owner came storming across the parking lot.

“You should have just slashed them!” he snarled, “Woulda been faster.”

Taylor rose and coolly said, “That’s destruction of property, I was just checkin’ your tires, bro.”

Emotions flitted across his face from surprise to rage but after a moment he mastered his anger and said, “Okay. I get it. We were out of line before.”

He held out his hand as if to shake hers and I tensed. His eyes told a very different story than his mouth. Taylor casually flicked his air cap at him and it bounced off his chest. We turned and walked away without another word.

It was my first night in my new town. The scene would set the stage for later interactions. People who would ask me if I couldn’t empathize with parents who kicked their gay kids out for spreading sin. I’d go on to be followed and harassed on more than one occasion. That night showed me how privileged I’d been and how vulnerable I was at the time. But I at least had the satisfaction of thinking back to that man filling his tires back up with air.