#someone get this boy a therapist

[demigods-posts]

reminder that percy's rebellious nature. often linked to the lack of restraint he inherits from his father. could also derive from the abusive and toxic environments he grew up in. and him undermining the authoritative rule of the adults in his life was likely a defense mechanism. because it was the only thing he could control when every aspects of his life felt like someone was plotting his downfall. so.

[little-doggy-boy-kisserstraight]

tentatively puts a foot back on the mazey/fabian ship train then stares at his past romances and gets off

[eerycurlew53]

Kyoutani: You like to use humour to deflect your trauma

Kageyama: Thank you

Kyoutani: I didn't say it was a good thing

Kageyama: What I'm hearing is you think I'm funny

[5a-alf]

I fear Kevin Day is the type of person whose struggle always came second. He funcioned enough that while everyone knew he wasn't alright, it was also nobody's problem, as someone else was actively having a harder time and they took precedence. He internalises all his problems and keeps going and going but he is fueled by alchool and sheer desperation a 100% of the time. If he were to stop for even a second he wouldn't know how to start again.

Did he ever, at somepoint in his life -away from the ex foxes, a pro player, married to Thea- wish he had it worse, just so that maybe it would have been his turn being saved? Being first? How badly would he feel, just one second after thinking it, because he knows damn well he has enough trauma to fill a stadium and he isn't actually jealous of his friends that had it worse, he isn't . That's a fucked up thing to think, stop it, stop it.

Would he still drink himself into a stupor to shoote the ache, to banish the thought? That's the help he got, when he was at his worst, a drink, and then two, and then a thousand. And it worked, it made him go, it picked him up when he was down, and now he can't get down without crashing.

Did he wish to be saved? Did he hope somebody, anybody, took the time and put in the effort to help him, just because they saw him down, not because he begged, but because they noticed he could use a hand. Or two, actually. Was it torment, to always be under the spotlight, yet never been seen? Did he run toward fame hoping the more eyes on him meant it would be easier to be noticed?

[twistedappletree]

inspired by this lmao

[ghostinthegallery]

Oltyx was (and is) so deeply loved by the people around him, but I imagine even post-Reign that's a difficult thing for him to accept. Because throughout his whole life the way that love showed itself was painful. It manifested in the deaths of 50 innocent people to teach him a lesson. In being sent to war when he didn't want to be. In excoriation and exile. In manipulation and lies "for his own good." In death and sacrifice and the looming threat of betrayal. How can he receive anyone's love when that is what love was shown to be? How can he give it in return when to him love expressed brings inherent suffering?

[sweetstarfalls]

kaiser's backstory... I did expect something kinda dark but GOD that was just traumatic

[questioningalllifechoices]

Just thinking about how Jonathan planned wills “funeral” all by hisself…he was 16 and had to make all of the decisions for his little brothers funeral who at the time he didn’t know was actually alive…

[oncominggstorm]

My aunt decided a good way to wish me a happy birthday would be to text me a picture of me & my dead dad from my 22nd birthday.

Like yay thanks, I totally wanted to be sad and missing my dad on my birthday. I definitely wasn't trying to do the "out of sight out of mind don't think about sad things" thing to get through it without crying or anything ��� Definitely wasn't already struggling missing not getting a happy birthday text from him 👍👍

[that-angry-noldo]

… assassination attempts you say? 👀

look when you're a teler who's family was slain and you see a member of the family who was directly involved in the murder of your kin being crowned king AND you have a knife to your name you. you really want to put that knife to a good use alright. grief makes hypocrites of us all or smt idk. though i'm gonna run and take this as a fic prompt because Of Course

There was blood on his tunic, Finarfin noted distantly among the shouts and chaos. For a moment, he did nothing but watch, mesmerized, as the red stain grew in size, dark and grim and malicious, and then his gaze fell on the floor, to the sharp metal knife that lay discarded, and it was then that his mind registered the pain.

He gasped as someone hurled him back and blinked back tears as the hot pain settled in his body, and he heard someone shout was it poisoned? tell me, was it poisoned?! and then somebody else laughed, and he felt his head pounding and bile rising in his throat, and people shouting around him, and then it was dark.

Nityamaiwë grips his shoulders, stilling him. "Look," he says, nodding to something moving in the deep water, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and Arvo holds his breath. There, under their raft, is a glorious snake, white with dark strips. "See this pretty girl? Her bite will kill you in an hour."

"Ooh."

"Cool, I know. One day I'll help father and Elulindo hunt for them."

"Why would you hunt for them?"

"Poison, dummy. It's useful for hunting other fish. And also, we sell it to Oromë's servants. Didn't you know?"

Arvo blushes and says that he didn't.

He gasped and woke up.

He was covered in sweat, clothes sticking to his hot body. He didn't remember what happened, nor where he was; then his gaze fell on the ceiling, and he understood that he's in his father's chambers. The irony, he thought; to lie dying in the room of a dead man.

"He's awake," someone sighed. "Oh, thanks Eru."

"He'll live, then. The worst is already behind."

Finarfin felt cold water being pressed to his lips, and drifted away again.

There is a knife in someone's hand. Arafinwë watches it with curiosity.

He moves out of the way. It's enough to not let it deal a fatal blow, but not enough to prevent it from cutting his skin. He watches the blood flow freely from the wound.

"You weren't supposed to do that," says someone's accusatory voice, and Arafinwë blinks. Pain shots from the wound and into his body, and he watches the ring on his finger come alive, snakes creeping up his hand as he cries silently, the poison darkening his blood and vision.

No, I wasn't, he supposes; I'm sorry, he wants to add, even though his chest spasms and his mind screams "unfair", as if he was a kid wronged in a game.

-

It's loud in his chambers, and he feels the headache returning.

"It's outrageous," someone shouts. "We understand that our kin wronged them, but-"

Finarfin winces at the loud voice, but it doesn't stop. He's tired already, even though the poison is worn out of his body; his gaze travels to the window.

It's dark outside. Finarfin looks back to the ceiling.

"We shouldn't act harsh," someone else tries to negotiate. "We cannot act unwise. We'll be outmatched by Teleri alone, and Vanyar would support them in a heartbeat, and then we stand no chance."

"The Valar will take our-"

"The Valar don't care!"

The wound aches, and Finarfin feels guilt well in his being. My fault, he thinks; you should have died, someone's malicious voice whispers in his ear, and Finarfin doesn't know if it's real or a mere fruit of his imagination.

"Where do you keep them?" he hears himself saying, his being tired. The silence settles in the room immediately.

"In one of the empty chambers," they answer finally.

"Locked up," someone adds angrily. "And restrained."

Finarfin hopes there was no further abuse of power involved. He closes his eyes.

"Let them free," he orders weakly. "There's no point in further unrest."

"... what?!"

He forces himself to open his eyes and look at the people in the room. "Let them free," he repeats. "Make sure they're out of Tirion. Ol-" he swallows the name of his father-in-law and takes a breath, "the Teleri will soon know of what they did. Let them judge as they see fit."

His people argue a bit more, but, in the end, they don't disobey him. Finarfin leans back onto his pillows when the room empties.

"You're too nice for your own good," Elulindo (dead, dead, dead) murmurs, and Finarfin looks away. The snakes creep up his shoulders and disappear into the dark.

[chill4234]

Man I love Omori and Steven Universe, on tge first watch/playthrough it’s all fun and games but on the second time around you see that foreshadowing is everywhere and it feels like being stabbed. No other piece of media does it like them.

[padfoot-lupin77]

Is it a coincidence that all my fav characters are in urgent need of therapy?

[h3avenlymoon]

I love Fern so much. (rant incoming)

I already wrote a whole essay on his character but each day he just carves his way deeper into my heart. He’s essentially around my age, the Finn sword being made when he was about 15.

I’ve heard so many times that nobody deserves these feelings, the things I myself used to feel, and Fern being relatable just gives me that heartache all over again. He was just a kid, a kid who had his whole identity stripped away and had no structure in figuring himself out.

Man, words can’t explain what I feel for this guy. He’s so painfully relatable. The only way he found inner peace was the same thing that caused his death.

I want to give him a hug and tell him he doesn’t deserve the way he feels. He’s still the same boy from the earlier seasons. I just want to him to feel truly loved. :(

[dykeredhood]

Save me gender-affirming sex

[elithesia-autem-danguarde]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pocket Monsters: Black & White | Pokemon Black and White Versions, Pocket Monsters: Black 2 & White 2 | Pokemon Black 2 & White 2 Versions, Pokemon Legends: Arceus (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kudari | Emmet & Nobori | Ingo, Kamitsure | Elesa & Kudari | Emmet, Kamitsure | Elesa & Nobori | Ingo, Kamitsure | Elesa & Kudari | Emmet & Nobori | Ingo, Kudari | Emmet & Depot Agents Characters: Nobori | Ingo, Kudari | Emmet, Kamitsure | Elesa, Original Characters, Depot Agents (All of them), Depot Agent Ramses, Depot Agent Isadore, Depot Agent Jackie, Depot Agent Cameron, Depot Agent Cloud, Depot Agent Furze Additional Tags: A sequel to "Finding Solace At Home", Storms, Angst with a Happy Ending, Separation Anxiety, Ingo still has some trauma that he hasn't talked about, Severe weather making people anxious, Emmet and the depot agents, Finally I can talk about the depot agents, Emotions, Talking, Tears, like lots of tears, Brotherly Love, Big Sister Elesa, Ingo and Emmet are both autistic, Post-Canon, no shipping in this fic, Ingo and Emmet have little Sneasels now, Sick Character, Siblings, Healing, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Of all nights for a strong storm to strike Nimbasa City, one naturally has to come when Ingo and Emmet are separated by circumstance once again. Ingo's despair leads him to unlocking the last of his buried emotions with Elesa, who encourages him that not only will his brother survive the night on his own, but be there to understand and comfort him when the time is right. All anyone can do is have a little faith.

[monstriiss]

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