#my therapist is cool as hell honestly

[gotta-pet-em-all]

For the Pokémon Type Ask Game, I'd say you're Dark/Ice

-@chaos-cousins

Aw, thank you!

That said. I do have a therapist, whom I've been seeing regularly for the past...damn, has it really been almost three years?

[youremyonlyhope]

why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up

[peachesofteal]

I don’t think I have ever been so struck by a piece of writing as I was by “Light On”

Just in case you do respond to this, I’m going to put a trigger warning here because I am going to talk about losing loved ones. So if that makes you or anyone uncomfortable, please, please stop reading now okay? Take care of yourself first.

🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧

15 months ago I lost my husband and my parents - they were killed by a drunk driver in a car crash. I thought the whole thing was a sick joke at first when I got to the hospital. It’s really weird how our brains just like, try to protect us from reality… idk. Anyway, I went completely mute for 3 days. I physically couldn’t speak. My whole life fell apart in the span of an hour and I think my brain did what it could to keep me from processing that. At least that’s what my therapist said.

I am extremely fortunate to have a couple of girlfriends that did absolutely everything for me while I had to plan their funerals. I felt absolutely nothing the whole time. All of the feeling, screaming, sobbing and smashing shit came the night I had to bury them. My best friend had her husband pack my stuff that night and I lived with them for a year.

I ended up meeting a special forces soldier when I stopped by the tattoo shop my husband went to 8 months after he died. He had gotten a really fuckin cool “V for Vendetta” half sleeve a few months before the accident.

The guys name was Tom and I truly believe he brought me back to life. It took me a while to tell him everything & I tried to push him away after. Similar to Simon, he wouldn’t let me.

We aren’t dating - I’m just not ready for that yet and he knows it and respects it. But honestly, reading “Light On” gave me a little bit of hope that one day I’ll be ready again. I know I’ll never heal completely. Most days I still feel the gaping hole of loss that comes with losing anyone you love, but I’m holding out hope that one day the hole will start to close - at least a little.

Your story gave me hope. And to anyone and everyone who has read this whole ridiculous, trauma dumping ask, hug your loved ones a little tighter for me tonight. I would give anything to hug my parents again. I would give anything to kiss my husband one more time. I know I’ll get to one day when it’s my time, but until then, please do that for me if you can.

Thank you, Peach. I hope your days are filled with magic and love. Thank you for your stories. You’re one hell of a writer❤️

Hi

I’m so sorry for your loss. I know condolences are nothing in the face of such tragedy but I still offer them to you, with the whole of my heart. I am so, so sorry.

Grief, to me, is something that never leaves. It never fades it just… changes. It becomes a part of you, but as time passes, I find it to be… less sharp, but never less poignant. (Not saying that will be your experience.)

I know you’ll always carry your grief, your loss, but I hope one day its weight becomes less heartbreaking, even by a fraction.

I’m beyond myself thinking that something I wrote could give you hope. I’m so happy you’ve found someone who has been able to bring some life back into your days. I hope you’ll be ready again one day, if that’s what you feel is right for you, and I’m glad there could be someone at your side who is patient, understanding and steadfast.

I wish I could give you a hug, or scream with you, or cry with you. I hope I can continue to bring a little bit of hope to your life 🩵

[baenyth]

First Half of Miraculous Season 2 Done. Here's my thoughts:

The Collector: A pretty good start! They made the teens smart while still being dumb teens!

Despair Bear: Chloe needs a therapist, arguably moreso than a redemption arc and especially a downward villainous spiral. Also Dangit Grandpa

Prime Queen: Wow, this was a lot more chill than expected. Even Cat Noir was left aghast at what Nadja was doing, Nadja seemed to be pressuring Ladybug and Cat Noir more for views than anything else, and I'm not entirely sure Akuma personalities can be trusted.

Befana: Fun fact: This was the episode that got me into Miraculous in the first place because of how shocking it was. And then I discovered even more. In hindsight from watching the other episodes, it was relatively darker, but mostly because it's Marinette's friends and family that are getting G-rated killed instead of random civilians like every other episode.

Riposte: Kagami is here! I don't see too much chemistry with her and Adrien yet, but she's cool and I like her and feel like I could be friends in real life. Also this feels like a relatively uncommon trope, but I wish "X is blatantly a woman but no one notices" was spedran through by someone with brains.

Robustus: Pretty good, all things considered. From what I've heard about Miraculous lore, creating sapient or at the very least semi-sapient AI isn't that uncommon for weirdness hotspots, and I'm putting Max in the list of characters I think should have figured out Ladybug and Cat Noir's identity. (There's four now!)

Gigantitan: It turns out my favorite parts of Miraculous are the slice-of-life bits instead of the superhero bits the show is about! We got to see more of Marinette's friends! Alix! Mylene! Julie! The Eeby Deeby herself! Also it was really sweet to see Adrien's bodyguard calm down just by looking at the kid. Adrien's true daddy.

Dark Owl: No wonder these two aren't allowed to know eachothers' identities, considering how much of a loose tongue Marinette has!

Glaciator: Alright, it's finally time to talk about the sins of Marinette and Cat Noir, considering the fan content I osmosed before watching the series was heavy salt stuff, and I wanna see how much it holds up. So far Cat Noir has acted as if he's already dating Ladybug previously, and in this episode he got mad at Ladybug for not showing up at a date when she herself said she might not come due to having other plans. Isn't he supposed to be used to not-showing-up disappointment as Adrien due to his dad? Is it different because he's Cat Noir? Is this a breaking point? No matter, he eventually calms down and is ultimately the less bad member of the relationship. Marinette, meanwhile, doesn't have as many misdemeanors to her name but they're a lot worse. She stole Adrien's phone to get rid of an embarrassing message and got away with it too, what the hell, and also owns the schedule. Although I don't believe she stalked Adrien and made it herself due to how busy she is as both Marinette and Ladybug, that's just weird and wrong. I'm reluctant to call her a stalker, but her actions are still wrong. Ultimately, this relationship is going to need a lot of therapy and counseling to not crash and burn. What were we talking about again? Oh yeah. The ice cream episode. I think the ice cream guy can be wrong and he doesn't understand that.

Sapotis: Silly little fun episode, also it introduces the first new Miraculous holder! I'm honestly fine with it so far if it means more screentime for side characters. I honestly really like seeing Marinette's classmates. They're neat. Also I was this close to putting Alya on the list but she proves time and time again that she doesn't actually know Ladybug's identity.

Gorizilla: In this episode we are introduced to Adrien's deranged parasocial fanbase. I'm starting to understand some of his father's decisions at this point. This is what I was talking about with the schedule, by the way. These obsessive stalker creeps make Marinette look reasonable, and I wouldn't be surprised if the one guy who I'm pretty sure becomes Party Crasher discreetly stalked Adrien to get his schedule. Restraining orders need to be filed.

Captain Hardrock: One of the funniest episodes, up there with Dark Cupid. Also Luka is here! And he already has great chemistry with Marinette! And more Rosie and Julie content even if it's crumbs!

[freddie-77-ao3]

Percy Jackson-esque Chapter Titles for a fic i'm writing:

We have friends in holy places (and unholy- Hello Lady Hera!)

What’s Up, Random Person, We’re Kidnapping and Adopting You

Yeah, The Beach Is Nice- Thank You For Not Drowning Us

Hazel Was Dead and Still Knows More Than You

Thank Fuck For The Egyptian- How the Hell Did We End Up In Great Britain

Annabeth Is Obsessed and Bianca Is Possessed- There Goes Christmas

Question Of Our Lives and Today Especially: What The Hell Is Going On?!

Now Would Be A Good Time To Be Anyone Else

Call The Police Because We May Have Just Murdered A Mortal

Ask And You Shall Receive… Sometime In The Next Twenty Years Probably

A Guinea Pig, A Dandelion, A Pine Tree, An Olive Tree and Two Embarrassed Girls Walk Into A Bar  

Satan Or Santa? Neither Should Exist And Yet Somehow They’re Both Knocking On Our Tent Door

A Slight Reprieve From The Last Chapter: Connor Comes For You With The Question ‘Do Tents Have Doors?’

And We’re Back, Why Did You Guys Think Our R&R Would Last Long?

Sugar, Spice, Almost Dying Twice (Today)

Would You Put ‘Cheating Death Almost Daily’ Under Experience Or Special Skills?

An Inspirational Trip Through Hell- Persephone Makes Good Brownies

Those Commercials Where People Screw Up The Most Basic Of Tasks In The Most Idiotic Fashion Ever Describes The Current Situation

As The Prophecy Foretold (We Made It Up, But It Came True)

Living Normally? In This Economy?

And Then The Wolves Came… Sike (Thank Fuck)

The Snails Paced Chocolate Bunny Gives Mixed Messages But Good Cereal

What The Hades Is Going On, Someone Explain

Apparently Exploding A Volcano Makes Us 'Irresponsible’

Why Are Cats So Vengeful 

Oh Look! An Unhelpful Old Person!

The Adults Are More Annoying Than Leo Valdez and Nico Di Angelo Put Together

They Scream For Ice Cream, I Scream For Sanity

McDonald’s And Raising The Dead- Tuesday Never Looked So Good

Unfortunately, I’m Still Not Dead Or A Dolphin (Not For Lack Of Effort)

Eggs Apparently Don’t Like Being Lost At Sea

I’m Packing Up My Crayons And Leaving

Viva La Pluto, Fuck You Guys

A Guide To Giving Up

Hopefully We Can Do This Without Dying This Time

Lady Dirt Face Fucks Us Over- Apparently Today CAN Get Worse

Apparently The Horse Is A God, And Honestly, Fuck The World- But Not You Potty Sludge

If Love Is In The Air Then We’re Wearing Gas Masks- How We Almost Started A War On Accident

If Love Is An Open Door We Should Close It- Aphrodite And Cupid Both Suck

Vegan Ice Cream Sandwiches For One

I Call Shotgun (Said The Invisible Girl  and The Literal Ghost)

I Fucked My Way Into This Mess, I’ll Fuck My Way Out Of It

Things Go Horribly Wrong (Or Horribly Right? It’s Hard To Tell At This Point)

The Fine Art Of Bullshit

We Are Being Hunted And Killed (Why Is This Normal And How Can We Stop It?)

Previously On ‘The Chaos Chronicles”

Cool, Cool, Cool, Cool. Actually It’s Not- Who Lit Katie’s Hair On Fire?!

I’d Like To Say This Is Shocking, But That Would Just Be A Lie

One Hundred And One Monsters, And Twenty Times A Therapist Was Needed

I Am Honestly Surprised That We Are Still Alive, And Apparently So Are The Gods

You Will Never Be A God

Blackmail Only Works If I Care

An Offer I Can Definitely Refuse

Hush Little Baby, Don’t You Cry, You’ll Give Away Our Location, And Then We’ll Die

Only Come Back With Back Up Or A Burger- Maybe Donuts

Doomsday Or Not, Let Me Go Back To Bed, I Haven’t Slept In A Week And I Don’t Care

Practise Doesn’t Make Perfect, Practise Makes A Forest Fire And A Flood

Sea Foam Speaks and A New Person Shatters My Dreams

The Labyrinth Apparently Doesn’t Murder The Already Dead, So Can We Just Die Already?

For A Moment I Forgot Gravity, And As It Seems So Did The Sky, Which Is Good Because I’d Hate To Die Before Breakfast

And God Told Us To Run A Marathon- What Happened To Normal Executions?

At Some Point The Universe Just Needs To Kill Us

There Is Not Enough Faith For This, 

No Words Can Explain Dan, The God Of Moths and Accidental Demon Summoning 

 The Endless and Mysterious Ocean Becomes A Bit Less So, And I Should Have Paid For Diving Lessons

If Best Plus Bitter Equal Better, Then I Am Way Better Than Everyone

Firecrackers And Actual Crackers- Where Is The Cheese

He Likes Art. Terrible Art, But Still Art So I Suppose I’ll Forgive The Sword Through My Head

Hazel Drives Worse Than Thalia Which Says A Lot Because Thalia Crashed Into A Lake- Oh Wait

What Do You Do When The World Almost Ends- And No Nico, The Answer Isn’t Go To McDonalds

This Wasn’t Supposed To Happen (Just Like Me)

Can I Rewrite My Life Story, Because If So I’m Starting With This

I Wasn’t Prepared For Parenthood When I Stopped A Kidnapping, I’m Seven

Patting My Own Back, No One Appreciates Me, Fuck This And Really The Rest Of My Life

Apparently Dying Is Not An Excuse For Being Late, So Fuck You Too 

Buying Happy Meals For The Dead Isn’t An Excuse For Being Late

Caped God? I Was Hoping You Had Said Cape Cod

Incoherent Screaming Is Our Theme Song, And I Feel A New Episode On

Who Told Apollo He Could Give Us Presents, Because MCR Is Not A Proper Wake Up Call

It’s Jesus Who Ruined Our Lives This Time, Folks

Don’t Awaken The Ancient One, She Has Anxiety

I Did Not Know That Could Kill Someone, But You Learn Something New Every Day

The Gods Themselves Want Me Dead, You’re Not Special, Todd

Doritos And Death, A How To On Properly Waking And Raising The Dead Featuring A Trip To Alaska

What Was I Thinking? I’m Pretty Certain I Wasn’t

News To No One: The Previously Dead Can’t Drive

I Really Hate Saving The World Actually

How Many Times Is That Threat Going To Work Considering It’s Not Serious? A Surprising Number

Everyone Asks Who We Are, Not How We Are, And Honestly I’m Pretty Hungry

The Gods Hate Me And I Don’t Know Why (I Do Know Why, But I Don’t Care, And Honestly They Shouldn’t Either)

 Which Circle Of Hell Are We In Now, Because I Was Not Planning On A Field Trip To Tartarus

We Master The Elements (Some Of Them- We Also Torch And Flood New England)

In Which We Almost Die Again And No One Bats An Eye

 Our Lives Would Be Incredibly Saddening If We Could Sit Down And Look At Them, But Leo Burned Our Chairs 

The Houseplants Try To Eat Us, And Katie Gets Mad

We Babysit For A God, And Then Adopt His Kids- Surprisingly He’s Fine With This

Dreams Do Come True And That Is Absolutely Not A Good Thing

There Goes My Best Bargaining Chip (Oh And Also His Head)

A Series Of Horrible Decisions- Who Decided I Was The Leader

Hylla, Please Don’t Leave Us- Oh, You Can Give Us A Box Of Cereal? Nevermind 

Sunshine And Rainbows Are Meant To Mean Happiness Not War- Iris and Apollo Destroy Things

Please Don’t Hit Me With Another Brick

We Were Happy And Then There Was A Giant Pigeon

Oh My Holy Fucking Shit That Was Not The Right Lever

In Which Swimming With Sharks Almost Leads To Death And Yet Saves Our Lives

There Is No Highway To Hell As It Turns Out, Only Backroads, And Now Nico And Thalia Are Disappointed

And Then The Sky Almost Crushed Us Because It Fell And Honestly I’m Never Trusting You Again

There Goes Normal Society, Say Bye-Bye, Miranda 

Are We Supposed To Live Through This?

The Dick Who Hands Out Toothbrushes Also Assigns Us A Death Quest And This Is Why We Don’t Celebrate Holidays

Sorry For Cursing You Out, Please Fix My Life

The Plan Checks Out- We Can Do This! (Spoiler Alert- We Can’t)

Three Hundred And Sixty Five Times We Can Say Fuck In A Hour

Please Let Me Pass Out On Your Lawn

Apparently Yelling Fuck At The Sky Is Considered ‘Disrespectful’ And I Haven’t A Fucking Clue Why

Yes Sir, That Is A Lot Of Blood, And No Sir, She Doesn’t Need That Leg

That One Time We Accidentally End Up In The Slaughter Sea, And How That Manages To End Up With A New Leader Of The Amazon Empire And Thalia Gets A Girlfriend

Yes, I’m Aware I Look Gay, Thank You Very Much, I’m Here To Be Queer

This Person Is Nico di Angelo With Less Shits To Give, And Honestly That Scares Me

A Good Idea With Bad Results And A Bad Idea With Surprising Results- The Ending Will Astound You

Never Thought I’d Literally Be Shut In The Closet Again, But Life’s Full Of Surprises

One Million Pounds Of Oranges And Sadness, Sixty Thousand Pounds Of Mangos, And A Truck Full Of Happiness- Monsters Not Welcome

Who Packed The Blueberry Muffins?

Nevertheless She Persisted, And Yet Just Like That, She Gave Up

What The Hell Is This, What The Hell Is That, Why The Hell Am I Here, What The Hell, *Moonwalks Into Hell*: A Brief Summary Of Life

All Is Fair In Being The First One In The Shower

We Accidentally Summon An Army Of Lost Souls

All Our Nightmares Come True And We Prove We’re Idiots

Life Gave ‘Lia Lemons. She Squeezed Them In My Eyes. Please No More Lemons.

Trying To Play Nice To The Gods Never Ends Well. In Other Words, Percy Is An Olive Tree

What’s Happening? I’m Digging My Own Grave, That’s What

Finger Guns, Peace Signs, and Middle Fingers To Nowhere- Home At Last

In Jason’s Defense, He Tried, But The Dragon Was More Interesting

Keeping A Family Alive Can Be Difficult, Especially With No Education and More Monsters A Day Than Cash (Twenty Dollars)

Thalia Tries To Sing Over Annabeth And Percy Arguing And All That Happens Is A Noise Complaint

At This Point, Murder Is Less Of A Passing Thought And More Of An ‘It’s Only A Matter Of Time’

Cousin Bonding Time Doesn’t Usually Include The Gods, But There Are Burgers So…

According To The Crazy Titan Lord Kronos, Asking If A Newborn Looks Like A Rock Is A Question That Will Result In The Death Of The Asker

Oh Joy, I’m Facing Scrutiny Over My Love Life From Immortal Preteens

Oh Things Couldn’t Be Worse When Your Parents Run The Universe Oh Things Couldn’t Be Worse When There’s A Vote To Kill Us (Leo stop using Jazz hands!)

We Have The Worst Family Reunion Ever 3.0

Barbed Wire Instead Of String, The Fates Hate Me More Than You Might Think

Zombies, Zombies Everywhere, Wave Your Hands Up In The Air

The World Is A Different Place When You Know What The World Is (Spoiler Alert: It’s Your Murderous Great Grandma)

The Refrigerator Seems Empty, Much Like My Soul

Ah, The Smell Of Success, It Smells Like Bullshit

My Heart Is Broken (Like Those Crackers That Bianca’s Eating)

Utter Chaos: Now Featuring Camp Half Blood And Literal Blood

Family Drama Destroys My Life

Family Drama 2.0: Family Drama Destroys California

So Then A God Says We ‘Will Save Humanity’, And Thalia Says ‘What The Fuck’

Two Middle Aged Women Start Screaming In Walmart

The Main Braincell Holder Is Asleep, God Doesn’t Exist, And Starting Forest Fires Is A Normal Way To Deal With Stress

Hell Is Just Life On Steroids

Queerly Beloved, We Are Gathered Here Togay… A.K.A. A Bet Ruins Rachel Elizabeth Dare’s Life

Normal People Would Avoid This, But The Two Most Normal People Here Used To Be Dead Or Will Die When A Stick Lights On Fire, So We Can’t Have High Hopes

We Try (And Fail, But Hey, It’s The Thought That Counts, Right?)

So THAT’S Where The Greek Fire Went. Sorry, Bus Driver.

Percy Has His Gay Awakening In The Form Of His Grandfather (Technically. He’s Also Technically His First Cousin Once Removed Or Something- Annabeth’s cousin maybe?)

You're Annoying Me To Death With Your Monologue So I Have To Kill You Now

What Can Go Wrong Will Go Wrong Doesn’t Mean You Should Set My Bed On Fire

Thalia Does Shock Therapy Meaning She Electrocutes People When They Say Things 

We Should Know By Now That Yelling Doesn't Solve Things But We Don’t, And The Gods Don’t Either

Most Of My Life Is Incredibly Traumatizing, But This Is New 

Who The Fuck Invited The Norse?!

Okay, I Thought The Norse Were Enough, Why Are The Magicians Here?

Wow. Popcorn. The Roman’s Worst Nightmare. 

So First The World Almost Ends, And Then The World Ends But It Gets Better, And Now It’s Ending Again?

Prophecies Can Fuck Off, And So Can Apollo

“Treacherous Nephew In The Tuxedo” Should Sound Funny, But It Doesn’t, And That Makes Leo Sad

 Why Is A Titan Making Dad Jokes? 

Falling Into A Dumpster Was The Highlight Of My Day, What Is Life

Grieving For The Living Is Just As Hard As Grieving For The Dead

Please Forget That I Tried To Kill You

In My Defence, An Invisible Higher Power Who Has The Ability To Strike Me Down Made Me Do It

Let Out A Boo For The Boom Man

Twenty McDonald’s Happy Meals And A Gun- Godly Gifts Are Awesome

We Enter The Maze Of Doom (This Time With Fabulous Prizes)

Two Brothers Are Not Happy As A Sister Cheers On Two More Brothers As They Duel To The Death- (Triton & Tyson & Kymopoleia & Percy & Anteus Have Sibling Bonding Time) 

The Eight Year Old With A Gun Manages To Save And Then Destroy A Life

Hello, I’m Queer, And Full Of Fear. Please Kill Me Now

Children Try To Make Plans (It Doesn’t Go So Well)

Thalia Grace Once Again Proves That Being A Demigod Really Fucking Sucks

It Don’t “Do Be Like That Sometimes” Leo, We Are In HELL

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hello, I saw that this account can write for creepypastas so can I please have some headcanons for characters such as Laughing Jack, Eyeless jack and slenderman (and maybe Jason the toymaker) with a S/O who often holds their emotions and anger in and gets easily annoyed and frustrated but they dislike telling them the problem (like out of fear of being humiliated or lack of trust)

Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack and Slenderman x reader who bottles up emotions but becomes irritable!

not at all confident in my writing for jason since i never really got into him </3 hope thats okay !! runs around ehehehehehe another creepypasta request (chews) AND its with my favorites unrelated to this post but ik i said i was gonna get on that grind but admin hasnt ate yet today and he hungers for sammy so me thinks im going to knock out this request then take a quick break then come back!!

LAUGHING JACK:

honestly as much as i love this clown, hes a clown at the end of the day. he doesnt take many things seriously, and when he does hes still giggling and treating it lightly. so arguably, between these three he might be the worst.. unless having this goofy fuck trying relentlessly to get a smile on your face is helpful to you, at least in the short-term.. he DOES notice that youre tense and upset, but hes more likely to try to cheer you up or get you to laugh or smile instead of actually asking whats wrong with you. though, if youre crying.. i think thats where hed drop everything and ask if theres something going on. its that little caretaker bit in him thats still lingering from before he got all twisted, you know?

does not have much to say or any solutions, but he does offer to hold you while you cry or yell, hell he would even let you hit him around if it makes you feel better; though hes a little touched that the offer gives you pause.. clown physics be damned, you dont want to do that. crying/yelling into his chest it is then.. hes pretty soft and warm, i think.. might even start purring to try to soothe you during the tail end of your whole thing.. i know i just said that he doesnt have much to say but i think theres like. a tiny chance he would drop the most profound and effective reassurance.. so you know what maybe hes not the WORST, its just getting him to stop being silly can be a little tough...

dont snap at him, hes either going to keep riling you up or hes going to legitimately get angry, theres no in-between and it depends on the day and jack doesnt have the sense or thought to step away to let you guys cool down

EYELESS JACK:

doing ej first, but i think between the three hes the worst with you. not because he cant relate to you or that he doesnt care about you; but out of... him not being able to understand. which is a little funny since a lot of my hcs for him and his whole deal has to deal with suppressing himself but i think emotions and eating flesh are two different things. shrugs... every blunt with just telling you to talk to him, which can sometimes come off as cold and uninterested but rest assured thats not really his intention. he DOES care about you, but hes not exactly the softest person in this situation... rare that hes around when youre out and about doing things, given hes a hermit and is very careful about not getting seen... but when you do come to visit and he notices something is up with you he does ask if you need to talk. will snap back if youre being short with him, though, so both of you guys are going to need to take a few minutes before continuing the conversation to try to find a solution... if one can be found; he studied to be a doctor, not a therapist

though... i think overtime he would pick up on cues and things that make you untense just a tiny bit, and i just know he would utilize it. massages? hes already working the tension in your shoulders down. favorite food? sure hes not the best cook and he might have to go raid your pantry if hes visiting, but hes going to try his best to make you some food! just want to sit in the quiet? jacks already a pretty quiet guy, not too chatty, so youre set there already... wanna talk? he will listen, but a lot of his advice and solutions are more logical and straight forward rather than emotionally driven..

SLENDERMAN:

oh you dont think he would notice that you bottle your feelings up and shove them down? get real, he may not be the best with reading humans and understanding them but hes not clueless with your feelings. but do i think he would ask you to talk and open up? its hard to say... because on one hand i love the idea of slenderman just minding his own business, but i also enjoy the fatherly energy the old fandom have assigned him to... and finding a middle ground here is a little... hard... shrugs. he does take you away from situations that have you stressing out very quickly, though.. if youre alone? its as easy as just taking you and dipping.. but if youre around people (with slenderman standing off to the side out of sight, of course) hes going to wait until everyone is looking away. side note but to others it has definitely looked like you disappeared when a bus passed LMAO

rather than straight up asking you whats wrong and trying to coax you into speaking, i think he would give you journals so you can get your emotions out in some way... but if you want to talk to him, hes not going to stop you. centuries of living but not interacting much with others does offer some interesting advice, typically in the form of self care and meditation rather than trying to express your discomforts to others before they have the chance to stomp all over you... shrugs.. but if youre being irritable around him, similar to ej i think hes going to have to detach for a moment to avoid any conflict, though i dont think he would snap back at you unless you do something that REALLY gets under his skin.. buuuuut simple snark isnt going to do shit

[dsireland86]

There is Beauty in the Pain Chapter 2 18+ below the cut

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Sophie: The night air wasn't freezing, but I was so glad I decided to wear my hoodie. Compared to inside of the venue where I'd just come from, the outside L.A. air was cool enough to make me pull my hood over my head and shove my hands deep into my pockets. Honestly, I wasn't sure if it was the temperature or excitement that was making my body shiver.

The concert was incredible and just what I needed to escape the hell of my reality. My therapist suggested I start doing more normal things to get my mind back into thinking I wasn't living through trauma anymore, and when I mentioned the concert, she said I should jump on the opportunity. But trying to teach yourself how not to respond at certain times or to certain things or certain situations was easier said than done; especially when you were sometimes living in a state of constant fear.

The fact that I used to be with a man who became my entire world faster than I expected was the reason for what I was going through now. He was my first of many things and I fell head over heels in love with him; his stunning blue eyes, dirty blond hair, tall muscular body and sweet personality was like having my own Prince Charming. But once we grew comfortable with each other and he knew he had complete control of me, his sadistic and hedonistic nature was quick to come out, trapping me in a violent love affair that of course ended in violence. That was many months ago and here I was still trying to put my life back together after he'd ripped it apart. But I was doing better than I thought and the Bad Omens concert was proof that things were changing in my life for the better. I was healing and their music was part of the process that made me feel more like myself every day. Tonight, though, was the icing on the cake. Tonight I was flying high on confidence and butterfly feelings that was the reason for the smile still plastered to my face. And it was all thanks to Noah and his very obvious flirting. 

He made eye contact with me half way during the show. As the lead singer of the band, I first wrote it off as part of the job for stage presence. I caught him looking periodically throughout the night, smiling when he noticed me staring back, and I couldn’t push away the feeling that something was going on between us. I later learned I was right when Noah came down off the stage and mingled with the fans. He touched their hands and even gave a few quick side hugs, but stopped the moment he got to me. I froze when his fingers touched my cheek, the feeling of his cold fingers sliding down my skin taking my breath away and making my legs weak.Thank God I was holding on to the steel barrier or I just might have collapsed. 

Noah and I had a moment; a beautiful, amazing, moment that I would never forget. I don't know what came over me, but as he turned to leave, I quickly grabbed his wrist, sliding my hand into his before he had the chance to return to the stage. He looked back at me, the surprise in his dark chocolate eyes making my heart skip a few beats, I didn’t know a guy could be so adorable and fucking hot as hell at the same time and it gave me the wrong feelings in the wrong places, making me clench my thighs tight together. Before I let go of him, he kissed my hand, focusing on my knuckles. Noah’s lips were wet and the kiss was soft and very innocent, but the way his eyes fluttered closed then opened, twinkling as that same disarming smile I’d seen many times before in photos crept over his over his face, I could tell he was maybe feeling the same way I was; ecstatic. 

I threw my hand over my mouth to keep myself from screaming. Later at the end of the show he found me again. His long arm stretched out to me, reaching for me as far as he could. I gave him my hand, feeling like time had stopped for a moment. It was a magical experience that I would never, ever forget. Noah motioned something as he was walking away, but because of the people bumping into me and walking between us, I couldn't understand what he was trying to say. I left soon after.

I wished I could have had the opportunity to tell Noah and his bandmates what their music did for me; how it healed me and helped with my recovery. But, I didn't and that was okay. The sweet, personal moments I did have with Noah would stay in my heart and head forever, like a tattoo, encouraging me to keep going no matter how hard life got.

The two and a half years of abuse that  sometimes disguised itself as love had eaten away a lot of my self-confidence, leaving me a shell of my former self. But they say that things happen for a reason, and I suppose they were right. What happened to me was the foundation for my personal growth and even though it broke me to the point I didn't believe I would or even could recover, I did. Once I was out of the woods and gave the past a brief look, I no longer stayed there, but began the journey of identifying the new me

The wind blew, dragging me from my thoughts, and I shivered. I picked up my pace and walked a little faster, thankful my apartment building wasn’t far from the venue. In minutes, the tall six story building greeted me like an old friend. I went inside, grateful for the immediate warmth. I took the stairs to the third floor where my apartment was because I had a weird fear of elevators, of all things, and stepped out into the familiar hall that would lead me to my front door. It was quiet in the hall, but not so much that I couldn't hear the faint sound of a tv or the sounds of the outside world below and I yawned when I looked at the time on my phone. It was way past my bedtime. Pulling my keys out from my pocket, I grabbed the doorknob, turning it out of habit and found it was already unlocked.

Sudden dread filled my chest, causing it to tighten beneath my skin. I placed my hand over it, feeling my pounding heartbeat, and tried to calm the thoughts that were suddenly speeding through my head. Staying out in the hallway wasn’t an option and I didn’t want to waste the Police’s time in case it turned out to be nothing, so I was left with only one other option and that was to enter my apartment and face whatever was waiting on the other side. With nine-one-one on speed-dial, I slowly opened the door, greeted only by darkness at first, but as my eyes adjusted I saw the small light coming from the kitchen that I always left on. Feeling around on the wall for the switch, I flipped it up and the living room filled with a soft white glow that illuminated everything in it. I sighed, releasing the breath that I’d been holding, as my shoulders drooped and my body relaxed. Everything was okay. No danger. After closing the  front door and locking it, I headed toward my bedroom to take a shower when my bedroom door flew open and I screamed. Perry’s tall, massive figure, dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt, loomed over, stirring up a heap of emotions inside me. My hand flew to my mouth as the other gripped my chest, and for a second I thought I was going to pass out from fright.

"Sophie," Perry said, his smile so big and beautiful. "God, I missed you baby." I took a step back. My eyes were wide with fear and I knew he noticed. He stared at me, eyes narrowing as he watched for my next move, but all I could do was stand there, speechless. He took a few steps toward me but I didn’t move, and then wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest and holding me close. I found it difficult to catch my breath as the tightness in my chest wouldn’t let up, making me feel suddenly very dizzy. Perry’s scent, so rich, so intoxicating, flooded my senses and brought back memories of the night he left me broken with the proof of his rage all over my body. I began to cry, thinking of how badly he’d hurt me and what happened the following day and how he didn’t answer my calls or any of my texts and I felt abandoned, betrayed and neglected. He’d simply got on an airplane and disappeared from sight. Perry gently caressed my hair, whispering to me how much he missed me and was sorry he left like he did, but I didn't want to hear any of it. My cries turned into sobs, and I felt the panic attack coming but I didn't fight it. Instead, I allowed it to submerge me into its darkness as Perry’s strong arms tightened around me, holding me through it.

I must have blacked out for a moment because the next thing I remembered, I was laying on my couch with a pillow under my head and a blanket over me. Looking around I saw Perry sitting in the chair opposite of me, hands gripping the arms rests and his head laid against the back of the chair.

"What are you doing here Perry?" I asked, sitting up and wiping my face with the sleeves of my hoodie. His head shot up. Our eyes met, and it disarmed me when I saw how his were filled with worry, but honestly that wasn’t anything new. Perry could be a very good actor at times.  "What do you mean?” His blue eyes were confused. "I mean what are you doing here? And how did you get in?” I pulled the blanket back and flung my legs over, placing them on the floor. “You left me months ago without a word since.”

He frowned "Right, about that," he answered, peering up at me through his eyelashes. "I," he leaned forward and reached for my hand, but I moved away. He glared at me, and I noticed his jaw tighten. My body went rigid. "I still have a key." he confessed, pulling the silver item from his pocket and laying it down on the end table beside him. "Sophie, I was under so much stress at the time those things happened between us that day. I know they were horrible things, I know I hurt you and I'm sorry I did them. I came back to tell you so, hoping you'll forgive me. I came back to tell you I love you and I still want you.”

He was lying, just like all the times before. Perry was good at manipulating me and knew how to use it against me to get what he wanted. At one time, he was my weakness and I believed everything he said to me; the good and the bad. Early on in our relationship, I began to feel like all the things that went wrong were my fault; that I was to blame for all the ill-fated misfortunes that happened to Perry. He made me believe they were and I spent so much time doing whatever he wanted to make it up to him. 

"Sophie?" I looked at him, fighting back tears."Well?" "Well, what? What do you want me to say, Perry? Let’s just pick up where we left off and pretend that you didn’t do anything to me? Pretend that you didn't walk out on me, leaving me so fucked up and hurting right over there on my own living room in complete and utter misery? You put me in the hospital for god's sake! You broke me and you expect me to say that all is okay and forgiven; let’s work things out, pick up where we left off just so you can feel better about yourself? I can't do that; I won't do that and just because you say you love me doesn't mean it’s true and that I feel loved by you.”

The familiar shadows of anger crept across Perry’s face. He straightened his back, rising to his full height, and my legs began to shake. My heart was beating so fast and I was terrified but I did my best to not let it show. "Come here," he said, beckoning me over with his finger. I didn’t move."Sophie, I said come here. Now!” The rise in his tone sent me scrambling over to him because of conditioned obedience. I brace myself for what I was sure would happen next. 

"You couldn't wait to disobey me could you? Couldn't wait to push!” He snatched a handful of my hair and yanked my head back until I was looking right at him. "I came back to you, Sophie. I came back to this pathetic shit you call your life to tell you that I was sorry and that I missed you; I missed us. But all you can do is mouth off and refuse me your forgiveness. You’re just as much of a bitch as I remember.” Crying out, I flinched, instantly attacking Perry’s hands with my own. Finally, he released me, pushing me away. I rubbed my head, grimacing over the pain my head now felt. Perry ran his hands through his hair and down his face, pacing around in an attempt to calm himself down. No matter how hard I tried, the tears from my eyes fell, making my nose run as I stood, huddled into myself scared to even look his way."All I want is your forgiveness, baby. That’s it. Everything else, I know we can work out. Please.” I glanced over at him. Perry stared at me, his expression now softened and blue eyes pleading with me to do what he asked. "I fucking love you, baby. I just want to love you." 

He came over to me and I flinched when he grabbed my arm and moved in close. His body rubbed up against mine, the sexual tension rapidly spreading between both of us. I hated Perry, and despised what he’d just done to me, yet no matter what he did, my body always responded to his sexual advances. Maybe it was because he was responsible for taking my virginity and I didn’t have anyone else to compare him to or because he knew my body like the back of his hand and what to do to get the right responses out of me. He was hard for me already, leading me back against the wall and pinning me against it as he slipped his tongue in my mouth and kissed me like a starving mad man. It was passionate, aggressive, and I wanted it despite everything.    

 "I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry," he moaned into my neck while his hands traced my sides up and down. “Being without you was slowly killing me and I'm just,” pulling away to look at me. He took my face between his large hands, rubbing my cheeks with his thumbs and pecking my lips. “I fucked up so bad,Sophie.” I nodded, sniffling back tears. He buried his face back into my neck and left more wet kisses on my skin. I was responding to him in a way I knew wasn’t healthy or safe and I had to stop. "Perry, stop," I said, pushing on his chest to get him off me. He lifted his head again staring deeply into my eyes and for a moment I saw a glimpse of the man I was once in love with. My hand found the side of his face and I slowly traced his jawline and chin, forgetting that I was never supposed to touch his face unless he said I could. He snatched my hand away so fast, squeezing it until the pain sliced through me. I took a deep breath, clenching my teeth together. "I told you to never touch me unless I say you can," he said sternly. I swallowed, peering up at him. “I’m sorry,” I squeeked. 

Releasing my hand, Perry backed away from me, giving me room to move, and wandered over to the kitchen, taking two glasses out of the cabinet."Do you know why I never called or wrote, Sophie?” My head was still reeling from what just happened between us, that his question didn’t even register at first. I followed him into the kitchen, watching as he filled the glasses with my only bottle of red wine. “I don’t know Perry, why didn’t you?’ He handed me a glass, which I took, but didn’t drink. “I was ashamed, that’s why. I didn’t know how to face you after what I did.” I wanted to believe him, god knows I did, but the voice inside my head was screaming at me not to. He took the glass from my hand and sat it back down, sliding his hands around my face and pulling me in for another heated kiss. I was breathless when we parted. Perry grinned, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear and tapping the end of my nose. It was a cute gesture that normally would have made me smile, but not this time. I was through being broken by him.

"You’re never going to make any of the past right, Perry.” “Then let’s start over; fresh and new.” I shook my head and took a step back. “No, I don’t want to. It's over, Perry; for good. What happened between us is in the past and what's done is done. I don’t want a life anymore.” I watched the last of the kindness leave his eyes as the evil that drove him to hurt me seeped in. I gasped the moment he swept the wine glass off the counter, sending them crashing to the kitchen floor. The sound of glass breaking and shattering on the tile was so loud as the crimson color of the wine spread like blood. Perry’s hand wrapped around my neck and was pressing so hard against my throat, choking me. I gasped for air, clawing at his hands and dragging my nails down his arms. He yelled out, seething through his teeth. “You fucking bitch,” he screamed, hitting me for the first time across my face and sending waves of tremendous pain through me that only worsened when he began to shake me like a rag doll. My back slammed against the wall sending pictures crashing to the floor as his hand came down again and slapped me so hard it was enough to make my lips begin to bleed. “Since you don’t want to play the way I want you to play, I’m going to show you what happens to bad girls who don’t obey,” throwing a punch to my gut. I groaned loudly, sliding down the wall no longer able to stand from the pain I was now in. My body was in shock and I couldn’t stop it from shaking. 

“Beg for me to stop, and maybe I will,” Perry fumed, breathing heavily. I shook my head, crying uncontrollably. “I said beg, whore! That’s what you are! I bet you’ve slept with every man who’s crossed your path since I’ve been gone.” I continued shaking my head, moaning and mumbling “no”. He reached down and pulled me to my feet, hitting me again before slamming me against the wall. "I fucking love you, Sophie. All I've ever wanted was for you to love me in return.” “But I did love you, Perry," I screamed out through my pain. Tears streamed down my cheeks, mixing with the blood and dripping onto the floor. "I was so in love with you, but you were too wrapped up in yourself to see. And then you started hurting me and all the love I had for you began to fade. You have no idea how much I loved you,” I stammered, looking him deep into his eyes. There was so much confusion and hurt written all over his face, but before any of it could reach his heart, he jabbed his fist into my side and grabbed me by the hair, leading me to the living and throwing me to the floor, just like he did the night he left me. I was terrified of what was coming next. 

Crawling my way to the sofa, Perry grabbed my legs and pulled me back, slapping me a few more times before straddling me. “I want your pussy baby. I want what’s mine!” I started swinging at him, trying to hit him anywhere, but couldn’t. Once he got a hold on my hands, he pinned them on each side of my head, but I wouldn’t stop squirming and thrashing around as hard as I could. “Get off me, Perry,” I screamed at the top of my lungs, praying any of my neighbors would hear. Perry grunted as he tried to keep me still. We continued to struggle and wrestle for a few moments and I was getting tired, but I couldn’t allow Perry to get the upper hand on me. If he did, I knew I’d end up in the hospital again or worse; dead. Releasing one of my hands so he could undo the button on my jeans, it seized the chance to take back my life by slamming my fist into the side of Perry’s face. Screaming in rage, he let go and sat back, holding his face in pain. He yelled, but I didn’t give him any chance to do anything more to me as I slid my leg out from under him and slammed it into between his chest and stomach. “Fuck you, Perry,” I screamed, watching as he fell back into my tv stand, knocking everything off, including the tv. I scrambled to my feet, and grabbing my phone that I had left on the chair by the front door, I quickly undid the locks and ran out of my apartment, never looking back.

CHAPTER 3 PT.1

[foreverrandomwritings]

Season 5 Episode 5: Thunderstruck.

Don’t have many expectations of this episode🤷‍♀️

I’m just scared something bad is gonna happen to one of the mains. I just need everything to be fine. I need this season to work out since it’ll be the last(still salty about that).

Therapist: Y’all good?

Carlos: what the fuck? I’m ready for a fight! Why I oughta🥊👊🏻

TK: Uhm honey take a chill pill. 😮‍💨

Carlos fell asleep during sexy time😬

I don’t like the tension between them😅 I’m literally freaking out. My anxiety is sky high. I literally said I felt something was gonna go wrong and lo and behold. Boom. Something wrong. They are literally like in my top 5 favorite tv couples ever.

Honestly kids are the worst(I work in the childcare setting, I love my job but kids are the worst)

A HORSEY!!

Judd in these sunglasses is doing something to me. Hot damn. If he lassos this horse I’m gonna lose my shit🥵🥵

Of course Owen is doing it🙄 whatever. Show someone else. (It’s not that I don’t like Owen. It’s just I find it unbelievably annoying that he’s constantly doing really cool awesome unbelievable stuff literally all the time. Like I’m just really sick of it. Let someone else do something cool every once in a while.)

The horse telling his owner goodbye…. Shut up I’m crying. Like I’m literally crying.

I KNEW SHAUN WAS GONNA KILL HIM! FUCK YOU SHAUN. YOU LITTLE BITCH!

OWEN YOU BETTER BUY HIM OR FIND SOMEONE ELSE THAT WILL RIGHT FUCKING NOW!

TK TALKING TO TOMMY LIKE SHES HIS MOM IM CRYING AGAIN.

TOMMY BROUGHT UP CHARLES WE ALL KNOW I LOVE HIM AND MISS HIM!!! IM CRYING EVEN MORE!

I wanna jump Campbells bones because he’s giving me Glen Powell/Henry Cavill/Chris Evan’s vibes. I don’t know how to explain it. Maybe it’s the accent or the demeanor. He’s an ass and like would not treat me right but like also🤷‍♀️

Carlos is flabbergasted with him though. Like uhm just because you have a job doesn’t mean you can neglect your spouse. Like that isn’t exactly what he’s doing….

Mateo was the best probie. But I’m happy he isn’t probie anymore.

Owen boarding the horse at the firehouse is honestly fucking wild.

Motherfucker they are making me attached to these sisters. Something really bad is about to happen. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!

Mass drug smuggling omg.

OH HELL YES NANCY YOU GO GIRL!

Mateo how sexist of you….

Thunder not minding lights and sirens is hilarious.

Owen is really gonna see a red flag in everyone. Which is valid he needs to pick the right fit. Omg😂😂😂

Off topic but I need a better sleep schedule for real.

Oop Owen honey, Judd just called you out.

Campbell and Carlos working together. Hot.

Carlos and TK🫶🏻

Carlos: You are hiding something.

TK: Nuh uh.🙂‍↔️

Carlos: It’s literally behind your back. I can see it🤨🧐

TK: Oh. Yes🙂‍↕️

Every second I get with you is a gift, and I’m done wasting it.

CARLOS I JUST GOT DONE CRYING WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME!

Thank fuck Marlene is involved now. I knew that was gonna happen. But seeing her riding over🥵 I’d let her ride me….. lol. No joke though. She’s hot as fuck.

Oh that was the end of the episode. Okay then.

[arainaizevran]

(anon about Wyll getting hells-tormented and transformed in front of everyone) I'm just going insane about him and think I misremembered his first dialogue after the scene a little dkjsk (got mixed up with another backstory line perhaps? about how he doesn't regret the pact and would do it again? or another one maybe it's been a minute since I played :((( ) BUT STILL

just!!! Mizora keeps dishing out torments and he keeps taking it and keeping up his brave heroic face!! and he keeps trying to be as good as possible no matter the sacrifice and augh my heart HE WAS WILLING TO GET KILLED!!!!

and everyone in camp just watching that happen like.. that's Quite A Moment for him to go through right in front of a bunch of people he's only known for (usually) a handful of days at most? and Karlach is right there realizing he was 100% willing to get killed by his patron for her to live! and everyone else in camp is also witnessing all of this!

it's kind of an insane thing to meet a guy and go "oh he's cool and hot and has the tadpole he can come with :)" and then find out the "devil" he's hunting is actually another tadpole buddy and then shortly after that you watch his patron torture and transform him in the middle of your camp and he gets back up and keeps going!! and you're standing there like,,,,, your man just got marinated in all the hells at once,,

and you can talk to him afterwards and reassure him and all but listen. listen.. I just think people who talk about Karlach or a tiefling Tav (or the grove tieflings? do they talk about the grove tieflings?) helping him out with horn care are onto something I think he could use a little more... is the word 'aftercare'? just wouldn't his skin and muscles hurt after all that... what if he needs a little massage :( a gentle head rub :( he needs to go to a spa in Baldur's Gate (and it goes without saying that he (and every one of the tadfools yes but this ain't about them) could use a good therapist)

(technically Mizora was "within her rights" to give him whatever punishment wherever she felt like it but she should also consider dying a thousand deaths and letting him have nice things and leaving him alone forever) (I'm taking him away from her and holding his hands tenderly and– ahem)

...hmm that was more words than I meant to,, I was trying to be hinged and levelheaded in the first ask but then I thought about him more and that just... it happens when you've known him for a couple of DAYS... idk thinking about it made me go feral a little. hope you have a good one I love seeing you on the dash btw <3

no i get it LMFAO wyll's rotating around in my head 24/7 like a perpetual microwave

it really is kinda crazy to think about all that happening, esp if you also recruit karlach on the same day you meet him 😭 you've known him for less than 24 hours at that point and he just up and makes a huge sacrifice in the name of doing the right thing. just another tuesday for the blade methinks! (also, obsessed with the wording on that - "marinated in the hells" 😭)

honestly, no wonder wyll sulks at the beach during the tiefling party. he has had no time to process everything that's happened - from hunting karlach in avernus, to getting tadpoled, the nautiloid crashing, saving the druid grove from goblins, helping the tiefling refugees, sparing the person you swore to kill, getting transformed into a devil, infiltrating the goblin camp, killing the three goblin leaders, rescuing halsin only to find out they have to go to moonrise towers anyway. all in - what? a week or two? not to mention he has a mindflayer parasite, the threat of mindflayer transformation looming over everyone in camp.

so the one time the party finally has time for rest and relaxation and celebration - that's the time it all hits wyll. he's permanently changed. because he did the right thing. he can't bring himself to celebrate despite all the good he's done. will the people still trust him to protect them? or will they only see a devil?

and AAGGHHH there really should've been more [tiefling] dialogue for wyll... comforting him... giving him advice on horn care... or even as a flirt option to just offer to take care of it for him. yknow. he deserves it and more!!

[mister-eames]

If they weren't international criminals, what jobs do you think Arthur and Eames would have?

I can see them in various jobs, some even together, like lawyers who somehow always find themselves on opposite sides, or investigators, but there are so many possibilities and I like most of them, so I wanted to know your opinion :)

p.s. I have a weird fascination with astronomer or even astronaut Arthur, it seems the right kind of precision and exploration of something new and wonderful. But that also may just be me projecting my own impossible childish fantasy combined with Arthur's competence in zero gravity.

Oooh, I love this question!! I also would love to read an astronomer/astronaut Arthur fic! I know there's one where Eames is an astronaut and I think Arthur is an engineer though. Ain't nothing wrong with projecting here, that's what makes fandom interesting!! <3

I think Arthur might be one of two things: An engineer, because I think he would be amazing at it, probably grew up on a diet of MacGyver and Bond, and would be a creative menace in the field. Or, I think I can see him as a teacher/professor (probably of engineering) - because he's clearly very good at it and I think the film illustrates how much he is in his element there. I can totally see him as the nerdy-but-cool prof who just knows everything, from quantum engineering to niche celebrity gossip, to agricultural techniques from the 1300s. The kinda guys who is super smart, but still burns his toast, mispronounces words like 'quinoa' and can't keep a house plant alive kinda teacher. Super cool and helpful, but.. prof, you have a coffee stain on your shirt...again.

Eames. Eames, Eames, Eames. Honestly the first thing I can see him doing is being a whacky as hell therapist/psychologist. Whacky in that the degree is only in name, 99% of the 'formal training' goes out the window, and he just uses whatever the hell techniques he intuitively thinks is best. Patients either adore him or hate him, but they both yield similar results. There is no "and how did that make you feel" in Eames' office. I think he's also in his element when it comes to problem solving, in figuring out how A gets to Z, and every patient is just a house full of issues and problems that he gets to pick apart, throw things at the walls and see what sticks. Probably writes novels in his spare time under the pseudonym Dr. E. Ames (when he's not playing poker, of course).

I can also see how these elements of their characters (guidance, problem solving) are reflected in each other and can apply to pretty much any field -- why Inception AU's are the greatest because they always work!! They can be butchers, bakers, candlestick makers, astronauts or professional golfers and I'd still be like.... ur so right.

[youtubeyouniversitytherapy]

Therapy Exercise 1: Check In! || Ethan & Dean Tat

Ethan sat in the chair across from Dean Tat, very much used to the routine they went through by now.

He was used to this spot, used to this setting, used to this therapist.

Regardless, he still always felt on edge when having an appointment with any of the Deans. Truly he felt like he had nothing to hide with them, yet still they would pry. It was their job after all to do that.

So there he sat, listening to her type rapidly away on her computer. He wondered what she was writing on there, she hadn’t even started asking him anything yet! What was so important for her to be typing on there that came before the session first? Honestly, that was what had him mostly on edge above everything.

“… Sorry about that, we can get started on our session now.” The Dean smiled over her computer monitor at him. “How are you doing this week?”

He breathed out a sigh of relief he hadn’t realized he had been holding. Glad to finally get this ball rolling.

“Good actually! I think I’ve been adjusting well with all the new students that have come in lately. Lot of new personalities.” he smiled, thinking of all of them now.

“That’s good to hear, I was about to ask how you feel about the new students..”

He was a little unsettled about how she knew what he wanted to talk about, but again, she was a professional. And they were both very well acquainted with each other by now.

“They all have a lot of… energy. And honestly, it’s refreshing to see so many new faces here. Keeps this place alive. Tara seems really fun, and me and Zach’s fur babies seem to get along so I think that’s telling of his personality. Oh and Jaiden is really cool! …But uh, I kind of fumbled an interaction so hard with her…”

“What happened?” Dean Tat pressed, already beginning to type away at her computer again.

“Well… she showed me these frozen eggs she was keeping that came from her birds. Pretty sure they were long past being able to hatch anymore but.. She trusted me to hold one of them and it slipped right out of my buttery fingers..” Even now he was still embarrassed about what happened, cringing visibly through his body language. He knew he majorly fucked up doing that, and wouldn’t blame her for never trusting him with anything ever again. With some as delicate as an egg, what else could his being destroy?

He could hear her typing fast even as he spoke, trailing off in his words just listening to her go at the keyboard again. Oh my god, she was definitely analyzing the hell out of him now. Probably writing something like “Baby Bird Killer” in his file, he’ll never recover from this.

“…I’m sorry the egg cracking stressed you out.. How did she react when you did this?” she asked after finishing up a sentence on her computer probably.

“….. Well, funny enough. She seemed…. Neutral… unbothered by the whole thing.”

“… And did this stress you out?”

“… Well kinda? I don’t know, I wanted to be relieved that she wasn’t mad. But… I really expected more out of her, I guess. Her not reacting kind of has me in tangles more over it… like what if she secretly is more mad than she’s fronting?”

“I think it’s important to take this situation at face value then, it’s not your responsibility to manage other’s emotions in these scenarios, especially if you’ve already apologized. It sounds like you’re remorseful over it and have made it clear, so it’s best if you take a step back and let her feel how she does about it. Whether apathetic or upset.” When Dean Tat spoke this time, her full attention was on him, eyes on his with sincerity.

That was one thing Ethan appreciated with the Dean. When she was making an important point, she would make sure her focus was solely on you. Whether that meant to make you feel comfortable or under pressure.

“You’re probably right…”

‘Let’s move on to old faces now, how have things been with your peers?”

“Oh, well… Mark and Rosanna seem to be doing good! They’ve been more busy lately, but who isn’t? Especially while running a house, even me and Arin have been struggling trying to play catch up with the Gammas… and me and Rose have gotten.. Closer..” oh goodness, he was talking about Rose now. Instant blush rose over his cheeks just at the thought of her. 

Dean Tat resisted smiling.

Ethan looked away from her desk, down at his hands now that he was holding together. “And I’m thankful that we have but.. It has me worried. Like.. something awful is about to happen.

There it was, something he’d never be able to admit to anyone else. Really, no one else would really understand why either. Except… well, Rose maybe.

“Something awful?” she asked.

“Yeah… it feels like whenever I start to really hit it off with someone, or get really close to them, they just…. Leave me.”

It stung to say, his skin prickling up but the words sprawled across his mind for awhile now. 

“Is the problem just… me?”

Dean Tat deeply frowned now, scooting closer into her desk to look at him.

“No.. no you are not.”

It was concerning to hear from a medical standpoint, and Ethan realized that now, eyes widening a little bit and starting to chuckle rather nervously.

“No yeah, I mean, just… I mean it just feels related somehow and I know that’s crazy but… I’m scared that it’s going to happen again… and I don’t know if I’m prepared for the fallout this time..”

Dean Tat stared at him empathetically, but it almost felt like pity on his end. Regardless, he gave her the benefit of the doubt. “Relationships… your relationships are important to you, that’s abundantly clear to me and to even yourself. You shouldn’t close yourself off just because of the possibilities. No one can live without love in their life, platonic or romantic.”

Ethan slowly nodded, taking her words in and letting them soak in his mind. 

“I won’t… close myself off, I mean.”

Dean Tat gave a nod starting to scoot back over to her computer and typing away again. Of course she would jot that down in her notes. It was such a vulnerable thing to share and he outright said it to her!

“Alright, that ends our session for the day I think… I hope that the program has been helping you feel better about being here..” she offered a smile over to him.

Ethan nodded, a smile rising to his lips as well. 

“It has… thank you..”

Dean Tat nodded, looking at her computer and beginning to work on it once again. 

As he left, he couldn’t help but watch her type what he assumed were more notes on himself, getting more anxious by the minute.

“..Make sure you close the door on your way out.”

[pain-is-too-tired]

Am I the only one who's kinda getting bored of the "haha Percy is blonde like Will, the you're not my type scene is gonna be so funny" or whatever?

Specifically because Walker looks nothing like how I imagine Will?

Like yeah, he's blonde. But not the blonde I see for Will? It's a darker tone. Plus He does not have lanky cat stretched out in sun vibes sorry y'all

That, and Nico never specified he meant looks when he said Percy wasn't his type.

Cause if we compare Will and Percy they're different in a lot of ways.

Will's a healer, Percy's a fighter.

Will is described as laid back and appearing a lot more harmless then he really is. Why Percy is constantly being described as frightening and even godlike. He's a whole storm why Will's a cat stretched out in the sun.

Both are stubborn,but Will is a lot better holding in his more extreme emotions. It takes a lot more for him to be loud when going back and forth with someone. He can sound annoyed but he hardly ever sounds angry.

That and Will can calm down others like Clarisse, why Percy ends up matching them in attitude at some point.

Like I said, Percy's a fighter which often leads to impatience as usually in a fight its so quickly placed. You have to strike first before your enemy gets you. His adhd is a lot more hyperactive.

Will on the other hand has to balance patience and speed. Rushing can be dangerous, but you also can't be too slow or else chances of your patient dieing grows. It applies to how he interacts with others too.

And I honestly think that might be why Nico clicked more to Will. Will just has more patience to get through to him. He gets upset but he keeps his cool. Literally,iirc, they were in LITERAL HELL before they had their first true out right fight.

Idk why it urks me so much now. It was funny at first but it feels it's been beaten to the ground.

I think a lot it is also I feel Will is way too often chopped down to Nico's "hot therapist boyfriend". That y'all literally think of Percy was blonde that's all was needed to be Nico's type again. Like that's all that makes Will his type.

Heck, think about the fact Percy hardly ever defenseless. If he doesn't have his sword he has his powers.

Nico's thoughts on Will why he was literally going on about him in boo is that despite his harmless figure. Despite being a healer and not a fighter. Will rushes in to battle, even volunteering to scout on a enemy right after DELEVERING A BABY AT 14.

I think Nico found Will a lot more welcoming because Percy is just too much like him in some ways.

Sure, they can outsmart opponents, they're not dumb or completely dependent on their weapons and abilities. But without them they're a bit more unsure of their next moves. We see that Nico,despite being on the verge of dieing, still instinctively relies on his abilities. Though we don't see a similar case with Percy, his abilities is what makes him great enough to go toe to toe with literally gods. Nico's connect to death related abilities radiating from him was enough to scare back monsters.

Both need someone who isn't as use to being able to depend on weapons or godly powers strong enough to topple armies. They need someone to keep them grounded.

It's why Will and Annabeth click so well with their respective boyfriends. Annabeth constantly coming up with plans, she has only really her wits and a small blade to get her the upper hand. AND SHE DOES SO. I'm sure if Percy was in a situation where he couldn't use any of his abilities and either without his sword or couldn't depend on it as well, she would easily think of a plan and keep him from over doing it.

Will,like Annabeth, doesn't have the same powerful aura that his boyfriend does that keeps others literally backing away.

But he still managed to walk past Gemini without being stopped. I refuse to believe that he can't handle himself in battle like TSATS tried to say.

Anyway, really excited to see baby Will in the show in a few years fhdh

[purplepuddlesuwu]

//My relationship with Art and my ocs//

(Warning talking about serious topics and me Yapping and a little venting)

Sometimes I forget how a lot of my art/Characters is a form of me venting.

Yes even my suggestive art and NSFW art. It's super to think that NSFW art can be used in a form of expressing trauma. Yes both Horrror/Gore/sexua NSFW.

I was thinking I don't do vent art anymore which is how my therapist told me I should express myself. So I thought that meant drawing gore, death, self harm, etc.

But I started experimenting with sex. Mainly like using my persona: Puddles. In a sexual way that represents me in a way. I get goofed on a lot about Puddles being a 'Harlot' or a 'Slut' or a 'Whore' which whatever I guess but Puddles is a lot more than just that to me.

Puddles is an ex- succubus. A failure of a demon. She was banished from hell and heaven due to no one wanting her because of her beliefs and because of the way she wasn't 'made right'. I made Puddles to represent myself in the mind that I wasn't 'made right. I was born into a Jehovah Witness household and raised on those beliefs. But growing up Bisexual, a tomboy, and having ADHD. I didn't feel like I fit into my own family. Especially with the threat of if I didn't worship God right I would be exiled from all family circles and no one would talk to me not even my own parents. My "Family" in this instance to me was my hell.

But the heaven I thought I found with other people in fandoms I was interested in or hobbies I was into or people who were also queer didn't seem to be a welcoming spot for me either. (Not saying all of it but sometimes I did feel unwelcomed in certain spaces at certain times of me trying to figure myself out.) So I sometimes felt like an outsider there too.

I always struggled connecting with people both in my family and in other communities. So making Puddles was kind of my way to express that. Express that I felt alone and yet I still wanted to be involved in sometype of community. Which is where Jin, Cho, Jasmine, Ruby, Sparrow, and some of my other oc's come into play. Jin representing the Warriors Fandom because I based him off of Jayfeather. Cho presenting the furry fandom. Jasmine, Ruby, and Alastor representing the Lgbt+ community and me trying to figure myself out. Sparrow representing those who were raised similar to me in a highly religious household raised on the whole "I don't mind gay people but I'm glad you aren't gay" type of vibe.

And I have plenty of other oc's representing different parts of my life and my experiences and other stuff. But those are the ones off the top of my head.

Sorry I'm getting off topic. Maybe... I don't know. ANYWAY! Sex and expression go hand and hand with me. I started taking antidepressants around 2018 I believe and I was put on birth control in 2019 or 2020 can't remember. So it's safe to say my sex drive was GONE. So I lacked in that department for.... Years. Until 2022/23 when I went off of it when I moved out because I couldn't afford it. It honestly felt so weird and unnatural to have these feelings come back not even gonna lie to you. I mean before then I drew sexual stuff in 2020 but it was mainly because I followed some cool artists that were doing it and it honestly wasn't a lot of NSFW.

But once I got my sex drive back I kinda decided to start expressing all that sexually tension that I was depressed by antidepressants and birth control. Both in a MLW and WLW And MLM. Because it was a form of I guess 'catching up' . Because I mean I used to read a lot of smutt before I went on my meds but while I was on them, nope... Nope... Not even once. Maybe I would glance but it never interested me. Now it all came back and I pretty much dived in and honestly felt sad that I felt like I missed out on a lot of expressing myself through means like this.

Not just in art but also in clothing. I never dressed sexy or showed skin or nothing like that. Mainly because like I said I grew up in a JW household so I would get slut shamed for it but yeah you know what I mean.

I wanted to express myself through sex and suggestive art and sex appeal. It all interested in me especially seeing other artists do the same thing and feel how I felt. Growing up repressed from expressing ourselves our of fear of being labeled a whore or an slut or anything like that. Hell one of my favorite artists I follow is a woman who grew up similar to me and she drawing self ship art NSFW and she very much inspired me and I still follow her and look up to her now. It just feels... Empowering to be able to draw NSFW and dress sexy and be sexy and have a sex appeal and arouse others in the form of art (even if I'm not aroused by it)

It's just exciting and feels rebellious and freeing.

ITs hard to explain to people who don't understand so I'm not gonna try lmao. You either get it or you don't. I'm sorry.

But yeah Puddles, and my other oc's are really just a form of venting and rebellion to me. And I love them dearly.

I feel like this whole thing had like a point to it but maybe I just wanted to Yap I don't know. If you have questions about this I don't mind being asked questions about my oc's/my persona/ or even myself.

[purpleprincessonfyre]

Aspiring Fires - an Ethane fic

Liane Felton x Ethan Lensherr (@gcthvile)

Mutant x Mutant

Referencing the Mother Mother song of the same name

Marvel OC x Marvel OC

"A little advice for aspiring fires

You'll get put out if you don't get a little wild

Try again, try again, getting it right

You don't got the due diligence to lose your mind

I'm losing my mind..."

"Your call is important to us, please stay on the line and one of our operators will be with you shortly." The call sang out once again as Liane tossed the phone in a fit of rage, the flying projectile being caught deftly by a concerned Ethan Lensherr as he entered the room.

"Something wrong?"

"It's fine, it's nothing, I'm just on hold and have been for....a while and no one is answering!" Liane growled, her eyes starting to change colour.

"Woah cool your jets, Wildfire, we don't want another Tower burning to rubble."

That remark earned him a very hard glare and very purple eyes trained on his green eyes.

"Too soon, noted. Look, does this place maybe have a website you can apply through? Or is this a first come first served type thing?"

"The second one. It took me this long to even get in the damn line. What has happened to health care in this country?"

Ethan frowned, looking at the phone as it played a very tinny rendition of The Can Can song on a loop and the caller ID said Clinic on it.

"Wait why are you calling the clinic? We have SHIELD health care for all our needs and last I checked, you look fine to me."

"It's...something else." She trailed off, her eyes darting to the left, her lips disappearing as she sucked in a breath.

Ethan put the phone down on the table and crossed his arms, looking right at the blonde liar. For a while he hadn't been able to notice the signs but as time went on he knew all her tells. The telltale signs that Miss Liane Felton was lying to your face all came down to her face betraying her badly. Her eyes will dart to the left, her lips disappear, the last sign would be if her nostrils flare.

"Lia?"

"It's fine Eth, I just need this..opinion!" She sputtered, her nostrils flaring.

"Aha! I knew it! You're lying, so tell me now, why are you calling a run-of-the-mill NYC clinic?"

Liane's response came out far quieter than Ethan had expected. It wasn't quite a whisper but it didn't really reach his ears.

"I'm sorry what?"

"sabougettingatherapist.."

"Little louder."

"IT'S ABOUT GETTING A THERAPIST! There! Are you happy? You know my little secret, I'm unwell, I need therapy but I never got it because my father said they were all liars and swindlers who stole your secrets and insecurities to write articles about you! But now I realise I kinda need one because of my trauma! So...yeah."

Liane had finally stopped and lifted her head to look at Ethan who was biting his lip, not in concern, but in trying to hold back laughter.

"Are you...laughing?"

"No..."

"Ethan!"

"I'm sorry but seriously? You think you're a mess? Look around cupcake! Look at me of all people! Raised by mutants in a school of potential heroes and villains, one father being a benevolent principal who can look inside your head any fucking chance he likes and another dad who can bend any kind of metal to his will in an instant?

"You think you know crazy? Just look at my brother Cole, he knows crazy all too well. And yeah he would probably benefit from therapy but are you gonna tell him that? Hell no! Or hey, Tony freaking Stark, he could use therapy badly, everyone here would benefit from getting a shrink. But we never dare say it for fear of being branded a problem or unstable. It's fucked up. And honestly...I couldn't be prouder of you for yknow trying." He smiled, picking up the phone now maddeningly blaring the can can music and ended the call.

"But if you were left alone in a room with a run-of-the-mill therapist then you'd find yourself in a mental hospital faster than I caught your flying phone just now. Humans do not get it and probably never will. But now you have us, okay?" He reassured, lifting up her quivering chin with his hand, taking a moment to admire her face.

"But...they're supposed to help..."

"They can help. In some cases. But in other cases...some of them are total narcs. Why do you think the rate of young people getting sectioned is so high? Therapists. Look, if you really are desperate for counselling maybe we can talk to Fury about it, see if there's some Robot Therapist Rei built or some kind of mutant therapist we could recruit...in fact..hold that thought."

Ethan scrambled to grab his phone, wiping the tears from his girlfriend's cheeks and giving her a soft peck on the lips as he scrolled through his contacts looking for a certain name and hit call. Liane smiled, taking a seat on the couch as a conversation ensued between Ethan and someone called Kendra? Petra? Ketra? Either way, he cared. And he hadn't ran for his life either. Turns out it really does take one to know one when it comes to crazy.

Hope you enjoyed! Is this inspired by a Mother Mother song because I've been on a kick listening to their songs again? Possibly. Here's the actual song if you're interested.

@jackiequick @blueboirick @mallowbee4 @meiramel @gcthvile @askstevella @thechoooooosenone @therealdaydreamstark @wizzzardofoz @finlayholmes @rickb-chaos @luna-d-marsh @ask-missparker

[yutadori]

anyway i think i'm going to give the tutoring job a try.... i was able to be crazy and talk about it in therapy yesterday and it was really relieving to be able to verbally express all of it.... my therapist was sooo sweet, at one point she was about to ask me a question but then she was like "wait wait sorry i'm impatient - " and i was confused for a second because she usually never says that and she was like "so do you know if you got the job???" and i was like ohhhh lol um yeas . i think . and she was soooo happy for me it was so cute she's so nice to meee )': but yeah i think i got it ? i was given the paperwork and everything... and at the end the coordinator shook my hand and told me she was looking forward to working with me 0: i guess it's more up to me from this point on whether i want to stay and that'll depend on how training goes.... i really hope i don't get insanely afraid and opt out because of anxiety u__u i think i have a few external factors / pressures (?) that will force me to tough it out, like how my professor is the one who recommended me and everything....

i think now that the anxiety has mostly passed.... i think i feel excited?? i'm also honestly quite happy about the fact that my professor believes in me ?? and thinks i'm smart??? or at least, skilled in english / writing???????? like that's so crazy sorry i'm still not over that i really haven't been able to completely grasp that . like that's CRAZY . that's soooo crazy what the hell . like what do you mean a cool nice smart adult who i just met in february thinks I'M smart?????? that's crazy . that's so crazy . like i'm so used to the adults in my life like my family + older relatives thinking nothing of me / thinking i'm dumb as hell but like . he thinks i'm smart???? wtf.... he thinks I'M capable of HELPING other people in their education???? wha.... what do you mean.....

idk it's nice . it's so nice actually . it's weird to say it but it makes me really happy..... to be recognized and acknowledged like this.... even if it ends up not working out, he still recommended me which means something.... gwah.... anyway . a part of me is still anxious of course and i'm definitely going to try not to let this get to my head and instead let it serve as something to look to and hold on to when i'm lacking confidence in myself. i definitely have a lot to learn in regards to english and writing and i'm really looking forward to doing more reading and learning... i might have to look up foundational english grammar shiet like clauses or whatever because i did not fucking pay attention in english in 4th grade lol

[katebeckets]

THE CONCERT.

(I'm just going to bullet point some of my favorite moments here in your ask instead of personally message you)

HER OUTFITS. SLAY, QUEEN!!!! 👑 The stripping of each piece was done so quickly yet effortlessly.

I was absolutely crying on the inside. 🥹🤧

I love how she told us a story that somehow correlated to the song before she sang. The way she transitioned into each song was done so smoothly.

Idina talking a little bit about mental health. Just another thing to add on my long list of why I love her. The way she transitioned into the topic, though, was clever. I don't know if she did the same for California, but for us, (if I'm remembering correctly) she first sang an up-tempo jazz song and then proceeded to discuss the topic.  I, too, have anxiety, you beautiful human being. I hope Idina is aware of how loved she is by many, because she is. ❤️ 

The story she told before she sang "Do You Want to Build a Snowman" was great. Speaking of that song, her cover of the song was AMAZING! (I tried snowboarding in 2021 and found out the hard way that I can't do it either! 🙂 So.. cheers to her and I for trying to be cool.)  

"No One Mourns The Wicked" - I had no idea what to think about it to be honest, but I love how she went hard with it to the point of headbanging. Gotta stan her for that, lmao. It's honestly not one of my favorite songs.

I never saw If/Then, but "You Learn to Live Without" is beautiful. I loved all of the slow, sentimental songs.

I love how she talked a little bit about her husband and son too

I need Idina to do more up-tempo jazz songs

THE FINALE. I don't know about you, but for us, after she sang a sentimental song (I forgot which one), she said, in a monotone voice, “Goodnight, everyone, thank you.” with a straight face and then walked off. Me: 😯🤨😕😶 I was very confused, because there was one specific song she didn't sing... As the audience kept cheering, I thought to myself, 'There is no way in hell she just did that. There is no absolute way she went through a whole concert without singing that song...!'

I DID NOT DRIVE 45 MINUTES FOR MY QUEEN™ TO NOT SING DE-

She came back to the stage with a robe on. I am so proud of myself for staying. 😮‍💨 Nobody was leaving, so that's when I realized "Defying Gravity" was the finale song. 🥹 I kind of figured it would be, but was that little stunt really necessary?? Lol, great acting, Idina, great acting. And GREAT JOB FOR ALMOST GIVING ME A HEART ATTACK!

Overall, this was an incredible concert. I'm honestly still speechless and processing everything, so I'm sure there's more that I will remember later today, but that's all I'll write for now. I am definitely going to New York next year for my birthday to see her new musical! This was a great way to end July!

Aaah this makes me so happy!! 🥹 The dress made me think of the one in the “Brave” music video. I think my favorite is when it’s the nude dress with the black ribbon around the waist. I had never heard “Twist It” (the mental health song), but it made me laugh so much! She briefly mentioned her husband being a therapist in the Oakland show, which I always enjoy because he and I have the same job/license lol. I love that she kept a little of “Dear Prudence” for “Do You Want to Build a Snowman.”

“No One Mourns the Wicked” was so surprising for me, but I loved it, and I loved that she used part of the San Francisco version! “You Learn to Live Without” is one of the earliest songs I was obsessed with for her (I think she started singing it on tour about a year after I started liking her?) and I was just hoping she sang it again, that was amazing for me. And yes, the whole encore thing haha! I know she did an encore in 2015 which is why I knew she wasn’t done (plus she hadn’t done defying gravity), but I still had that “wait, what” moment.

Thanks for updating me, I’m so glad you had a good time 🥰