#navigating bipolar

[rayrayor]

I hated the way the writers had Mickey pop off so casually about Ian’s mental illness in the Hall of Shame episode . Mickey not perfect, Ian either but wow that below the belt comment always bugged me . I wondered if it had an effect on Ian after .

So I rewrote it, angst with Gallavich doing what they do best , finding their way back to each other .

No idea where this came from except last night had an epic oops and lost a final chapter ( it was sooo good) poof no more chapter 🤬

So I pouted , read other great writers and about 11 pm this cropped up .

For all of you so damn good at angst , tipping my hat cause this is mildly angsty and I was just a snot fest typing it out🥹

[kaurwreck]

I have more mutuals in their early 20s than probably since I was in my own early 20s so whatever it's worth, it does start to get a little easier as you settle into your adult skin. Like, even my bipolar disorder started cycling less frantically.

[officialsollux]

Convolution

sp8ce

Pity, respect, and hate. Trust? Sollux initiates a black relationship with Eridan, but emotions are complex and growing up is hard. Now, you're trying to understand. (Sollux POV first part of the fic Navigation, can be read as stand alone erisol fic)

[lokorum]

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[raythekiller]

🗒 ❛ Personality Headcanons ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Jeff The Killer, Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, Masky, Hoodie

#Notes: just my general take on the creeps. hope y'all enjoy! requests open :)

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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Jeff The Killer

He's a total fucking prick, for a lack of better word. He doesn't care about other's feelings, he thinks he's better than everyone so he's "allowed" to treat people badly, and he has anger issues to top that. Protesting against his bad treatment is gonna earn you some screaming at best and some blood spilled at worst, depending entirely on his mood.

He has the potential to be a good friend and person in general, he just doesn't want to. However, you might catch him trying to awkwardly comfort Toby or Ben when they have mental breakdowns. Well, not as much "comfort" but more of a shy pat on the back and a "Stop being a little bitch" comment, but that's his way of showing that he cares. Take it or leave.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ben Drowned

Generally a pretty chill guy. He's not an extrovert, but he's still fairly outgoing when it comes to meeting new people (when he does leave his room, that is. He's kind of a shut in). Since he died when he was about twelve, I think he's forever stuck into the pre-pubescent boy mentality, so he can be quite the little shit.

That means he's also kind of a pervert and just immature in general. The type to play certain games just to gawk at the female character's slutty outfits and make fart jokes. He can also be very sarcastic and witty when he wants to, just a total smartass. Also, he's a pothead.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ticci Toby

Probably one of, if not the nicest creep in the manor. Very upbeat and cheerful, at least most of the time. As someone that has bipolar disorder, it personally doesn't make me very violent and as unstable as Toby is canonically said to be. What does make me does things though is my BPD, so I headcanon he has that as well. He's all sunshine and rainbows until someone says something in a slightly off tone and suddenly he's screaming and throwing his hatchets at the fucking wall.

That also means he's extremely clingy. He wants every last bit of attention he can get and is extremely possessive of people he likes. And, while he is nice most of the time, when he's having an episode he's probably the most cold and cruel person you'll ever met.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Eyeless Jack

One of the most chill creeps. He's not aggressive and kills only when he needs to eat, and tries to make it quick and painless for the victim. He eats any organs, not just kidneys. Also, he's a fucking great cook, Hannibal Lecter style. He really likes reading and is extremely intelligent, probably knows two or more languages, and is probably the most mature member of the manor after Slenderman.

He's not actually blind, but he's not not blind either. He sees the temperature of things instead of the actual object. He hates drama and argument and loud noises, so he normally stays away from the other creeps (especially our favorite trio, Jeff, Ben and Toby), but he gets along really well with Jane.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Masky

Another prick, though a more reserved one than Jeff. He's a perfectionist and natural leader, so he expects everyone to obey him without questions and no mistakes allowed. He has this rivalry going on with Toby because, even though he's the leader and Slenderman's right hand, he feels the tall guy has a certain favoritism or soft spot when it comes to Toby (which is true).

He gets very aggressive after missions and just wants to be left alone for at least a few hours, just until he calms down a little. After he's rested, he's actually pretty decent to be around, becoming less defensive and more accepting of others.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Hoodie

The coolest guy ever. He's calm but great to be around and is always willing to listen to others when they need to vent. He's kind of the manor's therapist and gives great advice. He's mute, so he talks either through sign language or writing down on paper. He also plays guitar and likes to write his own songs sometimes. Ben and Sally really look up to him as a kind of cool uncle.

Since he's so level headed, he's always the one to calm Masky down when he's being a bit much. Toby really appreciates this, since he's normally getting the short end of Masky's bad moods. As mentioned, he's great with the younger members of the manor and just kids in general and they all love him. The type of uncle to give them candy while saying "Don't tell your parents" playfully.

[librarycards]

do you have any resources or advice on how to help people who have manic episodes or who could possibly harm others according to antipsych principles? my friend diagnosed with bipolar disorder has been looking into checking themself into a hospital, and their home situation isn’t the best though their dad somewhat tries to be supportive, but i wonder what other options there are. the most i can do is offer some emotional support and give advice since i live too far away to be of much help otherwise. sorry if this is the wrong place to ask.

hello, and thanks for your patience on my response - this week has been busy and i'm only just now getting to asks!

here is an excellent piece by Stefanie Lyn Kaufman-Mthimkhulu on providing support for comrades in crisis, many of these tips are very applicable to distance-relationships too! bipolar comrades/others who have manic episodes are also welcome and very encouraged to reply and share what kinds of supports work best for them.

There are also a series of free zines/books by the Fireweed Collective (FKA the Icarus Project), particularly Navigating The Space Between Brilliance And Madness: A Reader & Roadmap Of Bipolar Worlds. This is a great way to learn more about a variety of bipolar experiences to better contextualize your friend's.

here are some tips based on personal experience being close to multiple people with bipolar, while not being bipolar myself:

create balance within yourself + project it - it's tempting to get yourself wrapped up in others' big feelings, especially if they trigger you. but it's crucially important to maintain a (porous!) barrier between you and your friend, both as a way of maintaining your own peace and providing something sturdy for them to lean on. this means taking what they say/do in the midst of crisis and placing it "beside" your own feelings, rather than integrating it and responding viscerally in the moment.

neither "reality checking" nor "reality confirming". this is tricky. it's pointless to tell someone "you're wrong, you can't do that, etc." when they're experiencing a different reality than you. it is also harmful to encourage someone to act on beliefs that are not actually aligned with their values, but instead the result of a state of crisis. i try to use phrases like "that sounds ___," "that must be ____," "i can see how you'd feel ____" and similar, both to affirm their own lived experience and to avoid reifying it as objective truth.

know when to step away. mania is draining for literally everyone involved, and what people do to their loved ones in the midst of a manic episode can be incredibly harmful, even if occurring alongside grand gestures of generosity, productivity, etc. you are not your friend's keeper, and your feelings and well-being matter just as much as theirs. do you both have mutual friends you can tap into to provide support when you're burnt out? these friends might also be able to offer some strategies that you or i haven't thought of. it's important to say that this support shouldn't be constant "did you use substances today" "did you drive recklessly today" other surveillance type stuff. try to maintain a normal rhythm to your conversations, and when something that makes you go ??? comes up, try framing your response as a question. "i'm going to finish writing and editing my novel today and start two new books and apply for this and that grant" - you could say, "that's a ton of stuff. why do you need to do it all today?" this creates space for other possibilities without forcing it.

your friend doesn't need advice right now, they need support! the person who needs advice, i think, is your friend's dad. are you and him directly in touch, and is there any way that you could get in touch with him? since you're online, i don't know the details here; it may work best when your friend is no longer manic and you two can speak frankly about how best to support them. i do suggest making a crisis plan with him/whoever they're close to irl.

I hope this is somewhat helpful!

[spell-bloom]

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[ange1sang]

sweetface, angelface

2.2k words

; canon compliant/post season 11, domestic fluff, sibling love, gallavich, fiona and ian + fiona and mickey, past regrets, mild hurt/comfort but mostly just sweet

Ian and Mickey's West Side apartment is silent when Fiona lets herself in with the spare key she borrowed from Lip. The quiet is thick in a way that it never was back in the Gallagher house - quiet always meant something terrible had happened, and rarely lasted more than a minute or two in their neighbourhood - and Fiona has to pause to take it in with a deep breath.

Lip had warned her that her visit was poorly timed. Ian had been climbing up the mental steps towards another high which had resulted in a quick and easy adjustment of his medication, and while Ian was resilient and experienced after so many years of learning the ins and outs of being bipolar, it had still left him sleepy and distant as his brain got used to the change in chemicals. He'd been off work for half a week - a long time for someone finding their footing in the real world - and Mickey had taken the past couple of days off to take care of his husband, something that had taken Fiona back to Ian's first depressive episode as soon as Lip had told her. Mickey's determination to take care of Ian, his hardheaded love for her little brother, and the fear in his eyes as he rambled about the sudden shift in Ian's behaviour.

She'd been less than supportive back then, knowing that Ian needed real treatment more than he needed love in that moment, but hearing now how Mickey's determination has persisted for years longer than they'd ever expected had made her heart ache.

Ian had always been her baby. Since that first night Frank left her and her only siblings at the time out on the street and she'd carried a feverish Ian and teary Lip to the clinic he'd been her baby. Lip was the second oldest, a role that came with signifcantly less responsibility but still enough of it for him to be her rock through those first few years of playing house all by herself. But for the years before Debbie was born Ian had been the youngest, the one who needed the most care, and even after their other siblings were born and Ian became Lip's best friend instead of just his little brother, the need to take care of him had lingered for Fiona.

It didn't help that Ian was so sweet and kind, always wearing his heart on his sleeve in a way that Fiona and Lip never did. He was vulnerable, and even when he kept his aches and pains to himself it was obvious when he was hurt. She wanted, always had wanted, to shelter him from as much as she could, even when she had too much on her plate to know his whereabouts or the names of kids bothering him at school.

Despite the desire to keep him safe, Fiona knew that he had slipped through the cracks more often than his siblings had. Maybe it was the sweet smile he gave her when she asked if he was alright, maybe it was the resilience that shone through when he started navigating his sexuality by himself, maybe it was his dreams of the army and the tough guy exterior he put on whenever he talked about West Point. Whatever the reason, he'd been left behind when she fussed over Lip being in school, when Debbie got pregnant, when Carl came back from juvie. He was the apple of her eye, but he was so meek sometimes that it was easy to focus on the rest of the kids and what they needed from her.

She knows now that she could've done more. That she should've been glad Ian was with Mickey instead of some guy who was old enough to be his father, who there'd been far too many of without any of them stopping to question what the hell those men were doing with their brother. She should have fought to bring him home when he ran off to the army the same way she fought to bring Lip home after he dropped out, and she should've done more than turn a blind eye when he started working at clubs and came home skinny, high out of his mind with eyeliner still smeared around his lashline. She should've carried him to safety, the same way she did that night when it was just the three of them alone in the world for the first time. There was no way she could have done a perfect job at raising all five of the kids - she knows that too - but her heart aches when she thinks of the times Ian slipped through all of their fingers without a safety net to catch him.

She owes Ian, forever her little brother and the only sibling she calls 'sweetface', for not trying to understand him better. For not trying harder to love the only boyfriend who had been there through the first highs and lows without ever turning his back on him. Ian did okay even without those things, she can see as much as she looks around the little apartment. The family photos in frames on the TV stand, the taupe couch with only one stain, the coffeetable with a half-full ashtray she recognises from their old home. He did okay because, despite being a softer kid than any of them had the courage to be, he was strong. She smiles when she spots a wedding picture hung above the TV, Ian and Mickey holding each other's faces like the rest of the world had fallen away at that moment. She wishes she'd been there, will likely wish as much for the rest of her life, but she's here now and has to hope that's enough.

The clattering of dishes pulls her out of her thoughts. She can hear coffee being put to brew, the soft shuffle of socked feet coming from the kitchen. She blinks back the dull ache in her chest and makes her way to the source of the noise, smiling when she sees Mickey leaning against the counter, an unlit cigarette between his lips as he puts two Pop-Tarts in the toaster. He startles at her presence but smiles as soon as he sees her.

"Hey Fi," he greets, setting aside his cigarette and allowing her to hug him hello without a struggle, which is a win for Fiona even if he doesn't really return the touch. He's softer in their new environment she realises, more relaxed than he ever was when he was in the same neighbourhood as his family. She pulls back and gives his arm a squeeze, smiling warmly at the sight of the wedding ring on his finger.

"Hi angelface," she says. Mickey immediately turns to the doorway, looking for something before he freezes and turns his attention back to Fiona, brows drawn tight together as he looks her up and down.

"Thought you were talking to Ian," he mumbles, pulling away from her touch as though to get a better look at her. "Where the fuck did that come from?"

Fiona can't help but laugh, shrugging off her jacket and draping it over the back of one of the chairs at their kitchen table.

"Ian's always been sweetface," she says, watching how Mickey's expression softens as she says that. "I was thinkin' the whole way over that you ought to have a nickname too."

"Y'know, I was doin' fine without one," Mickey grumbles, but the furrow between his brows has disappeared, a half-amused smirk on his lips.

"Count yourself lucky you didn't get one the day he started lookin' at you like you hung the moon and fucking stars," she jokes, which makes him snicker. She thinks back to the days Ian and Mickey were just teenagers wrapped around each other's little fingers, smiling little smiles that they only shared with each other and falling asleep side by side in whatever cramped space was available to them, be it Ian's childhood bed or the worn and torn Gallagher couch. Mickey had been the farthest thing from an angel at the time and he's still pretty far off, but if she could go back she'd have started calling him angelface the second he proved he was in it for the long haul. She takes a deep breath and perches on the edge of the table. "How's he been?"

"Good," Mickey says quickly, not dismissively but confidently, his blue eyes fond as he glances towards the doorway again. "Sleepin' a lot but he's eating and keeping up a routine and all that shit. He"– Mickey hesitates here, eyes darting back and forth between Fiona's face and the floor as a flush climbs his cheeks. –"works real fuckin' hard, y'know? He doesn't want anyone to worry, not like when we were kids. He knows his shit and he fuckin'... He works hard."

Fiona smiles. She does know. Ian's never been half-hearted in anything he cares about, and hearing that he cares about taking care of himself soothes some of the worry that's always going to nag at her, wondering if he's got his head above water.

"Helps that he's got you," she says, giving Mickey some of the long overdue credit she never let him have before. Mickey rolls his eyes and his fingers twitch like he's going to flip her off but ultimately he just pulls out three mugs to pour coffee into. She smiles, recalling how he was with Mandy, bickering and cussing back and forth but always reserving a special kind of sweetness for each other that they didn't share with anyone else in their family. Fiona knows better than anyone that siblings can't be replaced, but him offering her a little of the friendliness he used to reserve for his little sister makes her happy.

"Fi."

Ian's voice, slow and rough with sleep, breaks the comfortable silence in the kitchen. Fiona jumps up and launches herself at her little brother in a tight hug, smiling into his shoulder when he wraps his arms around her.

"I didn't know you were coming over," he mumbles, tucking his face down into her shoulder the same way he used to do back when they were the same height. He has to bend his neck down to do it now, making himself smaller as she brings a hand up to run her fingers through his curls.

"Lip called after you went to sleep, didn't wanna wake you," Mickey explains, voice soft.

Fiona grins as she pulls away from him, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

"Hey, sweetface," she murmurs, pinching his cheek and pulling a whine from Ian. "Forgot how tall you are."

"You were gone for too long," he replies, but there's no hard feelings in his voice. She still thinks about the day she left, visiting him in prison and squeezing his hands tight so she wouldn't forget the warmth of his palms once she let go. His smile, supportive and sad and excited all at once had reflected all of her own feelings and tied her stomach in knots but also grounded her, reminding her that her family would always be here for her to come home to. She kisses his cheek again even though this too makes him whine before finally letting him go.

"Now that you got your own place I'll visit more often," she reassures him. Through the bleary, sleepy expression on his face Ian smiles.

"You better," he jokes, before stepping over to kiss Mickey's cheek. She watches them exchange gentle 'good morning's, Mickey's hand trailing up and down Ian's spine in a way that's so casual, so clearly the norm for them, that she has to look away before she gets teary-eyed.

They sit around the kitchen table, coffee mugs and Pop-Tarts and pills and cigarettes all carefully laid out in front of them. Seeing them go about their lives with her there, mumbling about bills and what they dreamt last night and whether or not the movie they've been wanting to watch will be easy to pirate, is the best gift she's ever received. Lip has his own family, Carl has a great job, Debbie is a better mother than Monica ever dreamed of being, Liam is cleverer than any of them and Ian is doing well. Better than well, even after everything he's been through, after being let down in ways Fiona will never be able to forget. They all did good with what they were given, but it's Ian's life - cozy and safe and domestic - that makes her happiest.

"You're never gonna guess what she fuckin' called me, man," Mickey says suddenly, drawing Fiona's attention back to the present. Ian raises an eyebrow and turns his attention to his big sister, already smiling before she says anything.

"You're sweetface, only makes sense if he's angelface," she defends the sappy nickname, giggling when Ian laughs out loud. Mickey is only slightly less amused, blushing when Ian reaches out to hold his hand.

"Makes sense to me, Mick," he says, which has his husband rolling his eyes.

"Course you'd side with her, fuckin' payback for me siding with Debbie one time, huh?" he mutters, which brings forth another round of teasing from Ian. Fiona listens to them and makes a mental note to ask about Mickey and Debbie later. For now she just steeps in the peace of their apartment, of the life they've carved out for themselves, and breathes a sigh of relief.

[rrenzwrld]

isn’t she lovely?

dad!eren x black reader

— the birth of his daughter becomes one of the best days he’s ever lived

third part? late night inspo at 2am..

part one + part two

— to learn as you go

A few weeks after your daughter was born, sleep was something foreign to the new parents. Late nights that they used to spend sleeping or spend on leisurely activities, they now spent catering to the cries of their daughter, Elle. The both of you did expect this to be hard but you two knew how to communicate and that helped you cooperate with each other in order to navigate the hardships of your new lives.

“Eren,” you lightly tapped your boyfriend as he was sound asleep on the bed with his daughter laid upon his chest. He stirred a bit and was careful not to wake the baby. “I’m going to the store, you gonna be okay with her by yourself?” You didn’t wanna leave her but of course you trusted her father and you took this small opportunity to run out to Walmart to get some things for the house.

“Yeah..” He whispered. “Go on, I got her.” He waved you away before you placed a kiss on his forehead.

As soon as the door closed, it’s like Elle knew.

“Awww no~” Eren whined as his daughter began to cry. He carefully lifted her off his chest. “She’s coming back~” Elle didn’t care what her father was saying to her at the moment and in this point in time, it was clear who the favorite parent was.

Elle’s crying became louder and louder and Eren honestly didn’t know what to do with her by himself. For the past 6 weeks, you and him have worked together on taking care of Elle and this was the first night that one of you was left with her alone. He tried singing to her even though he was a terrible singer and that probably made it worse, he tried turning on the tv and watching cartoons with her, he tried walking around all the rooms in the house, and he’s tried feeding her and checking to see if she needed to be changed. Nothing could stop her wailing.

He was tempted to call you but he didn’t wanna bother you by interrupting your time by yourself.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He spoke to her as he held her tiny body away from his face. “You hurting daddy’s feelings right now, y’know that?” For a second, her cries were dying down.

“You wanna go for a ride?” Elle whimpers and pouts in front of him, her big green eyes looking up at her father’s face. Eren thought he finally cracked the code until she starts up all over again.

“Alright,” He grabs Elle’s blanket and her diaper bag before placing her in the carseat as she still wails loudly in his ear. Eren has tried everything up until this point and he hopes that this one thing will be enough to calm Elle down.

He pulls up to a park that has a shaded area with a bench and tables under it. With a crying Elle, he detaches the car seat and goes to sit down under the shaded area. It’s still dark out so there’s nobody there and the vibe is peaceful. Perfect. He thinks to himself as he gently rocks the carseat back and forth, not taking her out of it. He’s tried this same thing back at the house but that wasn’t nearly as effective.

“You like it better here?” Eren knows she doesn’t understand him but he likes to talk to her as if she does. Elle cracks a tiny smile. “You are just like your mom, y’know that? Bipolar as hell.” Elle continues to smile as Eren rocks the carseat still. He smiles as he thinks of you. “One moment she’s cussin me out and the next she’s putting that pretty smile on me. Just like you’re doin right now.” He booped her nose. You and Elle were his world and he’d give anything to make sure the both of you are protected. Seeing those smiles and hearing those laughs was enough to keep him going everyday. Everything he did was for the both of you and he couldn’t imagine it being any different.

He’s still rocking the carseat, which contained a sleeping Elle now when the phone rings with your contact.

“Hey baby.” He exhales in deep relief when he finally hears your voice.

“Hi~ how’d she do?”

“Uhhh we at the park right now—“

“Why the fuck do you have my baby—“ Your new mother emotions were kicking in when your boyfriend told you that he had your newborn daughter outside at 3am.

He shushes you from the phone. “It’s okay, she’s okay. I just wanted to calm her down that’s all.”

You took a deep breath as you cruised through the clothes aisle. “Did you feed her?”

“Of course I fed her. I tried everything but she just kept crying. But then I brought her here and she’s sleeping now.” Your heart melted.

“Awww~ well, I’ll be home in a bit. Get my baby out that air because if she catches something it’s gon be your—“

He knew you too well. “It’s gonna be my ass, I know baby. We bout to head home now.”

“I love you, Eren.” You loved that man with everything you had and you couldn’t choose anyone better to have a child with

“I love you too, Y/n,” He smiled. “Bye.”

Once Eren made it in the house with Elle and her diaper bag, he went into the nursery and carefully placed the sleeping baby into her pretty white crib. After a few minutes, Eren sat in the rocking chair and snuck in a few Z’s too before he heard you enter the room.

“My babies.” You ran a hand through Eren’s hair as you both watched the baby as she slept soundly.

“You did good.”

He looked up at you. “She was crying for hours and I didn’t know how to—“

“Shhh, it’s fine. She’s okay. You did great.” You reassured as you kissed his forehead.

“You’re a great father.” He scoffed.

“It’s only been 6 weeks— ow…“ You pinched him every time he wanted to downplay himself and he’s been finding a way to do that ever since you brought your daughter home. Even though Elle has only been home for 6 weeks, Eren has proved to be an amazing father. As new parents, you’re prone to make mistakes but he did almost everything perfect with Elle as if it came naturally to him.

“And we’re learning. It’s the name of the game, baby.” You gently rubbed on his shoulders. You were right, being new parents meant there was room to learn new things about how to care for your children everyday and Eren needed to learn how to embrace that. But he knew as well as yourself that as long as the both of you stick together, it’ll get easier overtime.

“Yeah… and you’re obviously the favorite parent.”

[wheelie-sick]

[ID: a page with text on the top saying "When your brain is the one breaking down, the idea of mental illness seems excruciatingly real" on the right is a line drawing of a person talking to a therapist. to the left is a block of text "When you start to ask the authorities questions like What are Mental Illnesses? you tend to get answers like:" a block of text with an image of a brain answers the question with "In general they're disorders of the brain, your body's most important organ. A mental illness is:

a health condition, much like heart disease or diabetes

no one's fault-- not the person's, nor the family's"

To the left the text continues "These answers reassure a lot of people. They make it clear mental illness isn't a result of weakness. They take away a lot of the shame. And they offer a hope that mental illness can be treated with drugs and standard medical procedure, like any other disease."

"But it's not that simple. There's no blood test for mental illness. Diagnosis relies entirely on the subjective opinion of the psychiatrist. And the American Psychiatric Association has recently added new "disorders" like Compulsive Shopping Disorder and Oppositional Defiant Disorder to its list of illnesses. Are these really chemical conditions like diabetes that should be treated with drugs, or are they outgrowth of a sick culture seeking quick fixes for unhappy housewives and easy ways to control kids who question authority?"

"When you ask some people What are Mental illnesses? you get answers like "Mental illness" is a convenient label for behavior that disrupts social order." to the right is a line drawing of a person performing chemistry.

A text box with small print takes up the bottom of the page.

"You get answers like: people who notice how screwed up our world is, or who perceive reality in radically different ways than "normal" folks, and then display "extreme" reactions, get labeled with a disease. Which could render dumpster diving and Christian fundamentalism a form of pathology, depending on who's making the diagnosis. Consider: a kid can't sit still in class and wants to talk when he has an idea, instead of when he gets called on. Is the kid out of control and in need of Ritalin, or is it possible that school is actually incredibly regimented, unimaginative, and mind-numbing to the point that a child with an active, inquisitive brain might find it very difficult to pay attention? According to the DSM-IV, the official diagnostic manual of the American Psychiatric Association, a behavior "clinically significant" enough to be labeled a disorder must not be an "expectable and culturally sanctioned response to a particular event." So if an average American responds to any given atrocity-- like the fact that people are starving in cultures all over the world where farmers are being forced to grow coffee for America instead of food for their people--with an expectable and culturally sanctioned response, like turning on the television to avoid thinking about it, they are healthy. Whereas if I sob hysterically and talk to strangers about it and stay up all night trying to think of ways to change it, I might be the one who gets labeled with a disorder."]

-Navigating The Space Between Brilliance And Madness: A Reader & Roadmap Of Bipolar Worlds

[ninoochat]

thinking about ian gallagher being so depressed and resigned to never do something with his life, separated from the love of his life, still navigating his bipolar diagnosis. soft and broken ian gallagher going to that bridge at night and looking down at the water. thank fuck that car crash happened and ian decided to save a life instead of ending one

[gallafics]

𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚌'𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠

Title: Hooking Up With Feelings

Author: @peppermintkatie (Ao3)

Rating: Explicit Series: —

Chapters: 12/12 Word Count: 118.5k

Archive Warnings: No Warnings Used

Favorite Character: Other than our boys I really, really enjoy the portrayal of Svetlana in this fic! And Yev of course, I have a soft spot for Yev fics!

Least Favorite Character: Terry. Of course. He’s just so…hateable. Especially in this fic. The man is unhinged to say the least

Ao3 Summary: Mickey accidentally stayed the night after a failed hookup.

Warning for cannon typical slurs and negative self-talk. A vague reference to a traumatic event in Mickey's past - you know what it is. Be sure to read the tags since this fic will deal with those themes heavily.

Review: This was an amazing read that I devoured in a day. I was sucked in from the moment I opened it and didn’t close it again until I was done. If there’s one thing you should know about me it’s that I love me a good AU, and this AU does not disappoint. Mickey and Ian are written beautifully. With Mickey dealing with self esteem and internalized homophobia as well as Ian dealing with his bipolar and his insecurities surrounding it. There is a wonderful little cross over twist that I was so excited to read!!

Not to mention the absolutely amazing art work that accompanies this fic by @luluxa!!

Spoilers Below↓

Favorite Moment(s):

Ian and Mickey initial meeting, Mickey remembers nothing from the night before and watching him try to navigate how to handle interacting with this beautiful stranger.

Mickey had already figured out they at least hadn’t done anything significant, but he was unsure how he felt about the news they hadn’t done anything.  Even if he couldn’t remember it, he wished he had gotten to experience being with someone so beautiful.  Fuck, he needed to get out of here.  “Sorry for the trouble,” he mumbled as he went to stand up.  Suddenly there was a hand on his arm, and he was pretty sure he must have imagined the electric spark he felt even through the sleeve of his button-up. He gripped his hands around the mug, stopped moving except to turn his head to look at Ian with an eyebrow raised in question. “You weren’t trouble, Mickey.”

This moment where we see the complex feeling Mickey has about being with a man,

Before he could open the door and make his escape it was slammed shut as Ian closed it with an arm over his shoulder.  Ian crowded him close to the door with his other hand firmly on his upper arm.  The grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm, and Ian was at his back, surrounding him, caging him in.  It should have made Mickey pissed, should have panicked him, or caused him to react violently, to at least try to twist away.  Somehow it did none of those things, just made him feel held, contained, and, worst of all, safe.  The shame that those feelings came from being in another man's arm, being gently overpowered, was also somehow more distant while in this position.  Tensing, almost afraid to breathe, Mickey immediately went still, and his whole body and psyche were on high alert to the ginger at his back and what he was going to do.

And how Ian handles him with such care in the moment where he’s trying to run away,

Leaning down to speak quietly in Mickey’s ear, he felt Ian’s hand slide from his upper arm and travel across his chest, holding him against his front firmly.  The arm on the door remained in place, and Mickey focused on the large hand splayed on the door in front of him and the fact that he could feel the heat radiating from Ian's body.  “Mickey,” Just that for a moment, “I know you need to leave right now.” Mickey silently nodded his head in acknowledgment, “But I want you to come back.” Mickey swallowed the sudden spit that pooled in his mouth at the thought of returning, “Tonight.”  One final squeeze of his chest, “I’ll be waiting.” And then he was free and able to slip out the door.

I always love seeing healthy funny interactions with the Gallaghers and this scene with the family makes me laugh every time!

With Fiona's back to them, Ian looked up and, with raised brows, made eyes at everyone else who could see the horror that was now the cake.  They all had similar grimaces that quickly transformed to smiles when Fiona turned back around with clean hands.  She wasn't fooled. "Shut up; I know it's bad."

Oooh this smutty moment had me feeling all kinds of feelings…

Continuing to use his hand to stroke Mickey's dick, he put a sucking kiss just below the crease and then sunk his teeth in, careful not to bite too hard.

This whole scene of Mickey trying to explain his dynamic with Svetlana, how it all happened and Yev is just written in a great way

Ian hummed a response, just a sound to prove he was listening and thinking. Mickey could feel the words piling up in the back of his throat, wanting to be free. Pleading words to make Ian stay. Pathetic whining about how he was trying to be a better person. Even some desperate desire to show him the picture he had captured of Yev from this afternoon, a need to explain that his kid was actually pretty cool. He couldn't keep sitting there; he finally released Ian's hand and stood, checking his pockets for his smokes. He needed a goddamn cigarette right now.

Another moment following Mickey telling Ian about Svet and Yev. His thoughts and feeling about thinking he doesn’t deserve Ian and his insecurities hit right in the feels…

Ian smiled at him and came over. Seriously, Mickey wondered how he got to have this and if he would get to keep it. He planned on hanging on as long as he could, he didn’t know if this would work, but he already knew it wouldn't be because he walked away. Ian was going to have to end it if he decided he was done with him. He wouldn't blame him; he knew Ian could do so much better, but he was going to hold on tight until that day came and pray it never did.

A very subtle comment but it kinda ties together how much Svet and Mickey’s brothers care about him. It’s not heavy but it’s always so special to me

“Svet and my brothers are worried he'll pull me into his mess. ”

There were so so many amazing moments in this fic. Moments between Ian and Mickey. I absolutely adore Mickey’s relationship with Svet and Yev in this fic. The smutty moments are top tier. The fluffy moments are so sweet. And the angst was angsty.

Favorite quote(s):

Once she lived in the Milkovich home, it became clear to her how toxic the family relationship was. They had formed a tentative alliance. Although it wasn’t as visceral as his desire to protect Yev, Micky felt protective of her too. That day had been traumatic for her as well.

“You are safe here with me” “Safe with me, so safe, I’ll keep you safe”

He wanted to rub himself all over Ian, wanted to feel like he was under Ian's protection. He couldn't say any of those things, so he just kept him close, kept pulling him in when he would have pulled back.

Smiling up at him, feeling freer than he could ever remember. He'd shared his burden, and so had Ian, and they were both still here. Both still in it.

Final thoughts: This story has been on my comfort fic list since it came out. I love when AUs and cross overs are meshed with canon-compliant events. This fic has so many components that I’m not sure my review will do it justice. Just know you will not regret reading it! There are so many complex characters and relationships that it keeps you engaged from beginning to end. The moments where Ian and Mickey confide in each other about their respective pasts are scenes I regularly re-read. It’s written so beautifully how they are so insecure and sure that they don’t deserve the other but they want one another so bad that they are unwilling to let go and walk away. There’s a wonderful twist towards the end when we find out who Terry has been dealing for and that whole situation with Mickey and Terry is phenomenal. 100% recommend reading!!

Thank you so much, @peppermintkatie, for blessing us with this fic!!

— Harley, Gallafics Reviews

[usa1chan1]

Would anyone be interested in reading a diabolik lovers fic with a 23-year-old magnetic personality headstrong morally driven bipolar girl who is trying to navigate being mentally ill and dealing with 6 assholes who sorta care 🤡

Wanna try my hand at something new and it has been a while since I've had an idea this vivid to write I guess just lmk if you wanna see it cause I'll probably write either way lmao

[callsigns-haze]

Out of All: Chp 4

Jake Seresin x OC! Anna Bradshaw

Brothers' Best Friend Series! Follow along as these characters navigate the treacherous waters of love, loyalty, and desire, all while facing the ultimate taboo: falling for your sibling's best friend. From heart-pounding moments to steamy encounters, this series is a rollercoaster of emotions that will keep you hooked until the very end. Brace yourself for intense romantic tension, sizzling chemistry, and enough drama to keep you guessing. Are you ready to embark on this captivating journey?

This chapter includes explicit sexual content with detailed descriptions of sexual activity and intimacy between characters. Scenes depict physical intimacy, including kissing, touching, and biting, with characters described in states of undress. Emotional intensity is explored, encompassing themes of longing, desire, and vulnerability, with brief references to past trauma. Characters may be shown consuming alcoholic beverages, and mature themes such as casual relationships

THERE'S MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND ANXIETY READ AT OWN RISK

Growing up, you faced a myriad of challenges, chief among them being bipolar anxiety. From a young age, you were plagued by constant anxiety, fear, and a pervasive sense of discomfort. It permeated every aspect of your life, from trivial arguments with friends to minor mishaps and minor disagreements.

Each episode felt suffocating, as if an invisible weight was pressing down on your chest, making it difficult to breathe. Tears flowed freely, often accompanied by aggressive outbursts, leaving you feeling drained and overwhelmed. And then there was the shaking—an uncontrollable tremor that started with small twitches but intensified as the situation escalated, leaving your body feeling numb and out of control.

Your struggles were not new to your family, particularly your older brother Bradley, who vividly remembers the countless hospital visits, doctor appointments, and therapy sessions your mother arranged for you during your childhood. Your family had already suffered a significant loss when your father passed away when Bradley was only five, and your birth shortly after marked the beginning of a tumultuous journey.

Medical professionals attributed much of your early struggles to the absence of a father figure and the trauma of losing a sibling, but your challenges persisted, leaving you feeling trapped and powerless. Despite efforts to provide support and treatment, the weight of your anxiety remained a constant burden.

For a brief period, the world granted you respite, allowing you a moment of reprieve from the relentless tug of despair. But when your mother passed away, you were plunged into a deeper darkness, feeling alone and adrift in a world that offered no solace. With Bradley away at college, navigating his own challenges, you were left to grapple with your struggles alone, longing for someone to guide you through the darkness.

Amidst the turmoil of your childhood, you found yourself in the care of your uncles, who did their best to provide for you. Despite their efforts, you struggled to find stability, withdrawing into yourself and shutting out the world. Three months after your mother's death, you made an attempt on your own life, consumed by a sense of despair and hopelessness.

Hospitalized and medicated, you battled deep depression and anxiety, your heart faltering under the weight of your pain. It was a dark time, marked by suffering and anguish, but amidst the chaos, you found a beacon of light in the form of your friendship with Caila. She became your confidante, your source of solace in a world that seemed intent on crushing you.

Caila's mother, Michelle, also played a significant role in your life, stepping in to fill the void left by your own mother's passing. Their bond served as a painful reminder of what you had lost, driving you further into despair. The pain became unbearable, leading you to turn to self-harm as a means of coping with your anguish.

Throughout it all, music remained your sanctuary, offering a fleeting sense of peace and protection. It was a lifeline, a refuge from the storms raging within you. But even music couldn't shield you from the relentless onslaught of panic attacks, which haunted your every waking moment and invaded even your dreams.

And then came the news of Bradley's near-death experience, a deployment gone wrong that threatened to shatter what little stability you had managed to cling to. The fear of losing your brother, your last remaining tether to the world, plunged you deeper into despair, leaving you teetering on the edge of an abyss.

As you trembled in Bradley's arms, lost in the grip of your panic attack, his heart ached to see you in such distress. He knew all too well the demons that haunted you, the deep-rooted fears that threatened to engulf you in their darkness. But he also knew the strength that lay within you, the resilience that had carried you through countless trials before.

Gently, he cradled your trembling form, offering words of comfort and reassurance as he tried to soothe the storm raging within you. His voice was soft but firm, a lifeline amidst the chaos, as he urged you to focus on the present moment and let go of the haunting memories of the past.

With each word, he guided you back to the safety of the present, his arms a shield against the turmoil threatening to overwhelm you. And slowly, ever so slowly, your sobs began to subside, your breathing steadying as the waves of panic receded.

Finally, as the last traces of your panic attack faded away, you drifted off into a fitful sleep, exhaustion claiming you at last. Bradley watched over you with a mixture of concern and tenderness, his heart heavy with the weight of your pain.

In the morning, as the first light of dawn crept through the window, Bradley made a solemn promise to himself. He would do whatever it took to protect you, to keep you safe from the demons that haunted your dreams. And as he reached for your phone to call Caila, he knew that he would never let you face your struggles alone.

---

Caila's gentle voice filled the room, offering a sense of warmth and comfort in the midst of your turmoil. Her words were like a soothing balm to your wounded soul, easing the ache of your anxiety and fear. You listened to her, your body still and heavy with exhaustion, but her presence alone was enough to provide some solace.

As she spoke, her dialect reflected the deep bond of friendship that existed between you, a bond that transcended mere words. Her words were laced with familiarity, with the shared experiences and memories that bound you together like family.

You closed your eyes, letting the sound of her voice wash over you like a gentle tide. In that moment, with Caila by your side, you felt a glimmer of hope flicker within you. You knew that no matter how dark the night may seem, you were not alone. You had someone who would stand by you, who would hold you close and offer you the strength to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

With Caila's comforting presence guiding you, you allowed yourself to drift into a peaceful slumber, knowing that you were safe and loved. And as you surrendered to the embrace of sleep, you whispered a silent thank you to the universe for blessing you with such a true and loyal friend.

----

"Phoenix!" Jake called out as he hurried over to her, concern etched on his face. She paused, turning to face him and waiting for him to catch up.

"Why's Bradley not flying?" he asked, puzzled by his wingman's absence. Bradley was usually up in the air constantly, so it was unusual not to see him on the tarmac.

Phoenix sighed, her expression turning somber. "His sister had one of her, well... he calls them 'episodes,'" she explained, her voice tinged with empathy. "He's scared for her, you know. It's Rooster we're talking about, so he called Mav to ground him so she could call him."

Jake's brows furrowed in concern. "An episode?" he echoed, puzzled. He had never heard about this before. Phoenix hesitated, clearly hesitant to divulge personal information, but then she relented.

"Yeah, apparently Anna's been dealing with trauma and anxiety attacks all her life," she revealed, her tone softening. "She had a severe one last night, out of the blue. She's okay now, but it really scared Bradley and the others."

Jake's expression softened, his heart going out to you. "Damn, he never told me that about Anna," he murmured, his mind reeling with the newfound information. He had never imagined that you were going through such struggles.

Phoenix nodded in understanding. "She's had them since she was a kid, but usually about Goose and their mom. This time, though, it was about him, and it really stressed him out and made him feel guilty."

Jake's chest tightened with empathy for both you and Bradley. "Thanks for telling me," he said quietly, grateful for the insight into your situation. But before Phoenix could respond, Hondo called out to them.

"Phoenix, Hangman, the two of you are up!" he announced, interrupting their conversation. Jake exchanged a glance with Phoenix before they both turned to respond to the call, their thoughts lingering on you and Bradley.

Jake's mind was reeling with the new information about Anna. He couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt that washed over him. Knowing that you had been struggling with anxiety attacks since childhood, and that your recent episode was triggered by concerns for Bradley, made him feel like he had unwittingly contributed to your distress.

As he climbed into the cockpit of his F-18, his thoughts were consumed by worries for you. He couldn't imagine the pain and fear you must be going through, dealing with such intense emotions and traumatic experiences. He wished he could be there for you, to offer you comfort and support in your time of need.

But duty called, and he had to push aside his personal concerns for now. As the engines roared to life and the aircraft soared into the sky, Jake focused on the task at hand, pushing his worries to the back of his mind. But deep down, he knew that he couldn't shake off the feeling of responsibility he felt towards you. He vowed to himself that he would find a way to be there for you, no matter what it took.

----

"You sure you're okay?" Caila asked, her voice laced with concern, as you prepared yourself some tea in the kitchen. You felt like a wreck, and her worry only compounded your own feelings of exhaustion and anxiety. It was around three in the afternoon, and you were still in your pajamas, your hoodie rumpled and your hair disheveled.

"Caila, I'm fine, okay!" you replied, attempting to reassure her, though you knew your words rang hollow. You had been telling her that you were fine ever since you got up, but deep down, you knew that you were anything but fine. It was a façade you put on to prevent people from delving deeper into your struggles, but it was becoming harder to maintain with each passing day.

"Okay. What do you want to do?" Caila's voice was gentle, her concern evident in her eyes as she watched you. She knew she needed to distract you from your thoughts, but she also knew that you wouldn't open up easily.

"Well... we can tick crying off the list," you joked weakly, trying to lighten the mood. "I feel sticky, so maybe a shower, and then I need to watch something."

Caila nodded in understanding, sensing your need for a distraction. However, as you sipped your tea, you suddenly remembered something, causing you to curse softly.

"Shit!" you exclaimed, catching Caila's attention. She looked at you expectantly, waiting for an explanation.

"I was meant to meet with Jake tonight," you explained quickly, realizing that you had forgotten about your plans with him. Hastily, you sent him a text, feigning illness as an excuse for canceling.

To your surprise, Jake responded almost immediately, assuring you that it was perfectly fine and that he would see you when you were feeling better.

"Wait— you still meet with him even though you know he's Rooster's wingman?" Caila's eyebrows shot up in surprise as she processed the information you had just revealed.

You nodded, feeling a faint blush creeping onto your cheeks. "Yeah," you admitted sheepishly, "I do."

Caila grinned mischievously, teasing you gently as the two of you made your way upstairs to prepare for your shower. "Damn, Anna, you cheek," she quipped, earning a small laugh from you, the first genuine one of the day.

Some of these events involve real life incidents so yeah....lets behave

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[theweirdwideweb]

Apologies in advance if this comes off as rude- I just can't figure out how to word it right.

What is the point of getting diagnosed with ADHD or anything similar as an adult? How did it help you?

I strongly believe that I have either ADHD, autism, OCD or some combination of them. (Or possibly even something else I haven't considered. The one thing I'm certain of is that something is Off with me) But I feel like it's too late, since I really needed to be diagnosed as a child and have specialized assistance to help with my schoolwork and train me in coping mechanisms to help with my adult life.

But now I feel like it's too late to do anything because I've already spent my entire life unconsciously masking and having to do 5x the work just to appear "normal" and I believe it's too late to unlearn these things that have been hardwired into my personality my entire life. The one place that would've been beneficial to have a diagnosis is school, but I'm out of school and I don't plan on going back.

You would think work would be the one place that having a diagnosis would actually help, but the management at my job is very toxic and I feel like they would take advantage of my new diagnosis. Even though that is not legal, I fully believe management would find a way to fuck with me or take advantage of me without making it obvious.

There is a small part of me that would like to be diagnosed just to have the satisfaction of being like "holy shit I KNEW there was something wrong with me" but that satisfaction would last like 10 seconds and then wtf do I do?

(I don't know why I was never diagnosed as a child. My mom has several stories that clearly illustrate classic neurodivergent symptoms and regularly nags at me for being "difficult" for never showing emotions, having aversion to too many textures, not picking up on social cues, being too agitated by unwanted noises yet never put 2 and 2 together)

A couple thoughts: I was diagnosed at 34, but had no clue until that point. A diagnosis helped me understand many things about myself, both past and present. As a kid I was constantly humiliated for my symptoms by parents and peers. Now I can look back and know I was doing my best, even though I was diagnosed "lazy" and "bad" and "ungrateful" by my parents. I'd chalked my school difficulties, social problems, and uncoordinated body up to a moral failing. Now I understand so much more.

On the more practical side I started taking stimulant medication. Everything got easier. In therapy I started to understand what's my CPTSD and what's neurodivergence (and what's both!). I have gained tremendous self understanding. It helps me navigate the world with less discomfort.

I've also been going to group and individual DBT therapy for the past 7 months. So much of DBT is aimed at trauma survivors and neurodivergent people. It helps bring your awareness to unhelpful thought patterns and gives you practical tips on how to snap out of an obsessive thought or sensory overload state.

tl;dr Medical help is available to you in many forms once you receive a diagnosis. I'd much rather know. It's shaped my understanding of myself both past and present. I've never regretted getting tested. As a matter of fact tomorrow I have my 1st round of Bipolar testing. Know thyself!

[fountainpenguin]

Frayed Knots

Fairly OddParents ~ (July 2017 - Ongoing)

“Ohh, just think of it, Anti-Wanda! A new High Count. A new system structure. No more stupid rules! Now, how beautiful would that be? ... Will you help me?”

Anti-Cosmo backstory longfic

Drama, Angst, & Romance

First-person POV

Dead Dove

Summary

Ever since he was 8 years old, Anti-Cosmo has dreamed of becoming a father in a time period when Anti-Fairies are forbidden from reproducing. Determined to find a loophole in the cruel law, he searches desperately for a way that Anti-Fairies might reproduce without being forcibly bound to the whims of their Fairy counterparts... ... and when he gets his hands on the information he desires at last, he's forced to make a painful choice: Pretend he never uncovered the forbidden secret that he did, or put his long-sought knowledge to use at the expense of those he loves. Yeah, I think we all know where this is going. Full steam ahead...

Not Rated; Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

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Cloudlands AU - Detailed warnings & other AU info

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This work has a largely T tone. Borderline M for themes of sexuality, reproduction, bat biology, infidelity, grooming, abuse, war, and just bad choices all around. E-rated versions of some chapters are posted as separate works- Not directly in this one.

Anti-Cosmo-centric longfic with a focus on:

- Falsifying your betrothal ceremony as a child and lying for life is fine, right? (No, he didn't pick Anti-Wanda... ohhh, dear). - Navigating sociosexual Anti-Fairy culture as a panromantic graysexual (Diagnosed magical bipolar parallel & hypersexual). A serious look at how rough life with hypersexuality can be, even if your future wife thinks it's kinda hot. - Anti-Cosmo's journey to becoming High Count, overthrowing his step-father Anti-Bryndin in the process - Questioning your faith in a culture that pushes the Fae zodiac in every aspect of life, including childhood betrothals, the single creature you're allowed to shapeshift into, and mental health treatments - A wide variety of abuse (and recovery... and repeating the cycle). Oh, and there's extreme abuse from a past life mixed in there? And no one would ever believe you? This gets better and better! - Shout-out to the D Plot of founding the genie conservation program - Demisexual brain go brrrr - The war over godkids from "Balance of Flour" (Season 7). Canon Tiddlywinks face-off, anyone? - Turning your mind and body over to the Water spirit, who got kicked out of cosmic game night for being a massive brat who kept pushing his mediums to their limit until they broke... Wait, what? - Forming a tight relationship with the Head Pixie: a close friend of Anti-Bryndin's reluctant to accept a new leader (and he's the man Anti-Cosmo apparently raised a child with, if Jorgen's slideshow in "Fairly Odd Baby" is to be believed... Let's talk about it!) - And the glacial-level slow burn that is Anti-Cosmo/Anti-Wanda

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