#someone put me in a psych ward pls

[lovebeing-a-girl]

WHY AM I NEVER ENOUGH?????

*screams maniacally and throws a chair*

[flayyr]

mmm divorcespark. i post whatever the fuck i want

[nichestartrekkie0-0]

chapter 3 :)

Words: 2.3k

Rating: teen- language and duel/cryo-sleep stuff

(working on the Ao3 rn haha pls be nice idk what I'm doing)

Part Three, Hannah: Jedi Mind Tricks. 

Head swimming, she took a deep breath, her mind still pulsing with new information. It was like someone had put a tube into her brain and was pumping it full of facts– that were– apparently, true. 

He was a pacifist and ‘ushaan’di ev’ek’ did mean what her brain said it meant. 

Horrifying, really. 

She had accepted the fight because she knew he wouldn’t. 

Now, she wasn’t sure exactly what an Ushaan was other than a duel- but it was a fight. She was semi-good at those. 

Granted, they were always against other women– and usually spur-of-the-moment things— but no matter. She could win. 

She would win. 

For him. 

She paused. 

Right. Aliens. Weird politics of Secret Antarctica. 

She had forgotten her mission. Escape. 

Turning to the man, she asked, “Where am I? Who are you people? How the hell did you guys make a secret society on Earth? Where are we?” 

He froze. 

“You…don’t know where you are?”

“No. I had no idea aliens existed either!”

His face fell. 

“What.” 

“Dude!” She hissed, “For fucks sake it’s 2007! What the hell makes you think I'd be ready to relive ‘Alien vs. Predator’!?” 

“Excuse me, what?” He reached out to zip open her jacket. At the sight of the hospital robe, he sighed. “Oh. You’re psych ward patient- ok.” 

Hannah gaped up at him. “What?! No, I’m not! I woke up in a tube!? I went to bed in my apartment and woke up in Secret Antarctica!” 

He shook his head, about to say something, but was interrupted by the door flying open again. 

“Wait!” A voice cried, “She- She- just woke up! I need a medical team stat! She’s not supposed to be running for 36 hours after being thawed!”

Another woman, similar to the tall man, snapped, “Thawed?”

“Cryosleep!” The aide yelped, “She’s government property- experiment 2007!”

“I’m a what?!” Hannah looked up at the man again, this time afraid. 

“What…year is it?”

The man winced. Seemingly pitiful, he zipped up her jacket and nodded. “I’m so sorry. It’s 2242.” 

She sat down heavily. “Oh. Where am I?”

The man kneeled, swallowing heavily. “Andoria. It’s a planet allied with Earth.”

Her eyes welled up. 

2242. She’d been asleep for 235 years. Hannah couldn’t do statistics, but she could do basic math. 

235 years. Which meant everything she knew was gone. She wasn’t stupid. She knew that if she went back home there’s be no home left. Everyone and everything would be either in the ground or dust. 

The man then turned, “Rescind your claim. She is in no state to-”

“She was able to speak Andorii.” He snapped, “How?”

Quiet, the man paused. Then he said softly, “I felt The Beacon. Her mind and mine are bound. It makes sense that she’d know that. Conscious thoughts and things close to the surface are usually the first things shared.” 

Hannah eyed the man. 

“Mc’scuse me?” She chuckled, “What? I know alien now because…why?” 

He paused again. His eyes narrowed and he nodded curtly. “Your brain and my brain like each other. Aenar can send each other thoughts. You read my mind.”

Hannah gaped at him. 

“I’m a mind-reader! I can’t do that! I’m not magic, I-”

Please, relax. He said, not moving his lips. 

Tilting her head, she replied silently. 

We can talk in my head?

Yes. He winced, “Our heads. We share our minds now. Although, how much is up to our discretion. Parts of the bond are conscious, like the ability to telepathically talk.” 

She nodded slowly, leaning her back to the wall. “Ok…I’m on an alien planet full of aliens and I'm psychic, and I’m 235 years old. Cool.” 

She was not cool. She was 235 years old and cold. 

And scared. 

The calm that had taken hold of her vanished. Shaking, she put her head in her hands. “I…I think I’m going to pass out.”

In reality, she felt like she was going to puke. But in polite company, she assumed saying ‘I’m gonna yak’ was not appropriate. 

The man stepped forward and took off his coat, draping it around her. Warm and lined with something soft, it felt almost like a hug. 

“Hey.” He smiled slightly, “It’s going to be ok. I’ll sort this out.”

He tapped her on the shoulder three times and walked away, saying something sharply to the similarly dressed woman. 

Huffing, the woman approached Hannah. 

“I am Speaker Hemmer.” She said stiffly, “That was my son. What is your name, child?”

“Hannah.” She sniffed, “Hannah Sugi.” 

“Hana Sugii?” The Speaker’s lips curled into a smile. “Funny. That’s a term Aenar use. You humans call it ‘home sweet home’ we call it Hana-sugii.” 

“Oh?” 

Smugly, the Speaker offered her hand. “Yes, it’s…a good omen I think.” 

The aide, frantic, pushed forward. “EXCUSE ME!” She cried, “She needs a med team! Now!!” 

Rolling her eyes, the Speaker pulled Hannah up off of the floor and promised the aide that there would be an evaluation shortly. 

Hannah, however, was sizing up the Speaker. She was tall. Taller than the man, taller than anyone she’d ever met. She must have been over seven feet. 

“Holy shit-”

“I’m one of the Aenar.” She scoffed, “We’re tall.” 

“I see that.” Hannah sighed, “Can we…”

Her stomach rumbled. 

“Can we get something to eat?” She winced, “I’m starving. And cold.”

The Speaker nodded, “Yes. I suppose we have to feed you.”

This, somehow, made the aide gasp. As if Speaker Hemmer had suggested the moon was made out of cheese or that the Queen of England wasn’t real. 

“Hm?” Hannah eyed the aide. 

Speaker Hemmer sighed, “Aenar do not take meals with others often. However, since you have a bond with my son- I deem it necessary.” 

Speaker Hemmer’s son returned from the throng of people that had seemingly grown in only a few minutes. Everyone was chattering away, and the decorated people she had seen earlier were mysteriously gone. 

He shook his head. “The royal clan has neglected to rescind. She fights tomorrow.”

Speaker Hemmer snapped, “You can’t substitute?”

“No. Since she volunteered directly, I can’t take it for her.” 

Hannah’s brain fog cleared. 

“The duel? What is it? I know it’s a fight, but…” She trailed off. She had fought plenty of times in school and at parties- but never anything as formal as a ‘duel’. 

“Come.” Speaker Hemmer huffed, “We will discuss it over dinner.”

The pale man blanched. He was already pale, but all the slight blue tinge faded from his face.

“Mother, I-”

“Dinner.” She snapped, “Later.” 

He made an exasperated face but grumbled out his agreement. 

A whirlwind of clothes, papers, people, and some scolding later, Hannah was taken to a small house. It was cozy, but seemingly barren save for the necessities. 

“Sit.” Speaker Hemmer growled. 

Her son– who was also named Hemmer– sat down immediately. Hannah smiled painfully and followed suit. 

The table was small and low to the floor, like something she’d expect to see in Japan and not an alien world. The floor embraced her, soft and…heated?

She looked down. 

“The floor’s warm?”

Hemmer laughed a bit, “Yes. Heated floor. Have you never-”

“No!” 

Speaker Hemmer sat down in front of the two on the opposite side of the table. Her face was grim. 

“You’re bonded.” She sighed, pointing to Hannah, “And you’re going into a death duel tomorrow.”

Hannah choked. 

“Oh, it’s to the death?” 

Speaker Hemmer nodded, “Yes. I will prepare you. I only ask that you do not share what you have learned with any outsider.”

“Uh-”

“I’m going to psychically teach you a martial art. You’ll be on level ground tomorrow if you know Gev’chak’er.” 

“Psychic powers can do that?”

“Yes.” Speaker Hemmer smiled a bit. “Think of the brain like a computer; you can download information from others at your convenience. Although, usually one has to be psychic for this to work.” 

Suddenly, she turned away. Gritting her teeth, she spat, “You are the first Human to be bonded with one of us. This is new territory for us all.” 

“What is that?” Hannah asked, “The bond, the beacon?” 

Hemmer nudged her. 

“It’s… a psychic bond. A connection between two minds. Do you feel it?”

Something like a wave rolled over her mind. She reached instinctively for the back of her head- like someone had put a warm hand there. 

She touched the back of her head to find nothing. Hannah pulled her hand away and nodded. “My brain feels…full.”

“That’s normal.” Speaker Hemmer huffed, “It’ll go away soon.”

Another stomach grumble upset the quiet, and Hemmer put a hand to his mouth to stifle a chuckle. 

“Ama, can we please feed her? She’s going to pass out from hunger if not from shock.” 

Speaker Hemmer rolled her eyes. “Don’t you think I ordered something? It should be here soon. I shelled out the money for express delivery- be grateful.” 

In the dim kitchen light, Hannah looked over the two Aenar again. 

Speaker Hemmer’s long, braided white hair cascaded well down her back in some complex pattern, her clothes covered in similar twisting embroidery. Her antennae were covered by a small cap at the top, the little beads twirling in the light with a shake of her head. 

Hannah glanced over at the man beside her. 

Illuminated from behind, his hair almost looked like it was glowing. Held in a simple braid, it was almost laughably plain compared to his mother’s ornate pattern. Her nervous heartbeat slowed. 

She looked at him again, a little closer. The only jewelry he had was a plain chain necklace in the shape of a triangle. 

The symbol burned into her mind; she knew it somehow. Deep within her mind, something called out. Not as a cry, but as a deep and familiar call- like coming home. 

Something in the back of her head shifted again. A candle, a small flicker of life that was his.

 And his alone. 

His nose wrinkled. “What is it?”

She had been staring. 

“Oh! Nothing.” She shook her head, “Your necklace it’s-” 

She stopped. 

“Wait. You’re blind how do you-”

“Psychic vision.” Speaker Hemmer nodded sharply, “Aenar are psychic. Like we explained.” 

“Right.” Hannah smiled, “Psychic aliens. Cool.”

A knock sounded from the front door. 

Groaning, Speaker Hemmer rose to answer it, about as excited as a single adult at a screaming child’s birthday party. 

As she left, Hemmer leaned in. 

“You know, you’re taking this quite well.”

“Yeah.” Hannah scoffed, “Well, that’s because this isn’t the first time I’ve had my life destroyed and because your brain is force-feeding me information.” 

He fell silent as his mother returned with a few bags of food. She pressed a button on the side of the table and it opened to reveal a grill. 

Hannah smiled, “Huh. It’s like a Korean barbecue.” 

“Yes.” Speaker Hemmer smiled in return, “Andorians fry their food or eat communally- like soups or hot pots. We Aenar prefer our food cooked, and although I love my son I’d rather not eat out of the same bowl.” 

Hemmer let out an amused snort as he set the vegetables up only to have his hand smacked away when he reached for a yellow bag. 

“Niinef!” She stressed, pulling out the strips of meat. 

Hannah was about to ask what the deal was but then remembered something. It wasn’t like remembering her own life, it was different. She was looking at the memories of someone else. 

The details were fuzzy, but she got the point. 

He was a man. That meant ‘no touching meat’. Ever. 

It was a religious rule. 

At that thought, her blood turned to hot lead. She felt Hemmer reach out mentally, but she shut it down. She pushed him out of her head– as easy as pushing out an incoming tsunami wave with an oar– but she managed. 

She had survived her religion. Somehow. She wasn’t going to willingly join another. To her, God didn’t exist. Yet, God was inescapable. He either wasn’t there or didn't listen. 

Hannah didn’t know which was worse. 

As the meat grilled, Speaker Hemmer sighed, “I know you have questions.”

“I do.” She took a bite and tried not to melt into the carpet. It tasted like Korean barbecue. 

Focus, bitch. 

Shaking her head, she cleared her throat. “First off, why the tube? Why am I here?”

“I’m privy to classified information.” Speaker Hemmer took a bite, “However, no one knows why you were taken. Everyone who was involved in your experiment on Earth is long dead. There are very little paper records. We couldn’t wake you up because we didn’t know how to without killing you.”

“You keep saying ‘we’.” Hemmer scoffed, “You mean the Andorians.”

“We are Andorians.” Speaker Hemmer sighed, “We live on this planet too. It’s time we start participating.” 

Hemmer rolled his eyes and continued eating. 

“Great.” Hannah sighed, reaching a hand up to touch her face. She rubbed it absentmindedly before she realized something was missing. 

Gasping, she looked down at her bare hands. 

“My nails!” She cried, “Those fucks!” 

She had just gotten her nails done. It was twenty-five dollars- a criminal price for 2007. If her nails were gone that meant-

Hannah got up. 

“Excuse me. Nearest bathroom?”

Bewildered, Speaker Hemmer pointed down a hallway and opened her mouth to ask something, but Hannah was already inside. 

In the mirror, she peered at herself. 

No makeup. No lash extensions, or nails, or jewelry save for-

She reached down. Her navel piercing was still there. Good. 

Her bare face felt foreign to her. She hadn’t really been outside without makeup in years. Unless you count a run to Tesco or a hungover Denny’s trip. 

Makeup was safe. It meant she was free. She didn’t like the correlation between her cryo-imprisonment and having her makeup taken away. 

She eyed herself again. 

She was still tan, with an alright nose and blue-gray eyes. Her dyed blonde hair still looked fairly fresh. It had better, she’d just gotten…

Well. She had felt like she had just gotten it done.

[petrichor-idyllic]

Alright, so no requests today because I am stupid and bad at time management, but I'm realising that I haven't actually spoken about character writing/OCs on here yet.

Which is like, my whole thing.

And since I mainly write for the Maze Runner (though I write for different things pls ask for other series), I'm gonna give some TMR OC/story ideas.

In the form of the other Mazes.

Literally no one ever talks about this and I think it's cool and there's loads of ideas.

So, in the movies (sorry book fans) it's confirmed at the start of The Scorch Trials that there are a couple dozen Mazes.

And as much as we all love to see our OC live in the Glade with the boys, you are limiting yourself to what you can do. I mean, sometimes people put their characters in Group B, but that's still pretty rare.

SO, why not put a character(s) in another Maze, where you can literally write whatever you want.

And give yourself some interesting ground for fanfics.

For example:

A unisex Maze, that has the same amount of boys and girls.

A Maze where there's no Grievers, but the escape puzzle is much harder (*cough* like in the books *cough*)

A Maze where the monsters in the Maze are different.

A Maze where only one person (your character) is put in and is expected to not survive at all, but somehow pulls through despite literally being completely isolated. Bonus points for animal companion.

A Maze where people speak a bunch of different languages, just cause I think it'd be funny.

An enclosed Maze, where there's no sky (fake or otherwise).

Or a Maze with a different layout/vibe- ex. A Maze that has white walls and is more like a hospital/psych ward vibe, but obviously also a Maze. Duh.

A Maze that has to go through more extreme weather conditions.

I also think this has a lot of potential to show the differences between the groups. Like, if you leave people alone with no contact to the outside world, they're gonna do their own thing.

Some examples:

Slang- obviously Group A and Group B have their own slang words, but boy would I love a Group that just full-on swears every thirty seconds. Or exclusively uses North England slang. Imagine a Group of teenagers calling each other wankers and using 'sound' when something goes well. Would be perfection.

Fashion- personally, I think that the Groups having their own individual fashion sense would be neat. Obviously, they have other priorities and the type of boys we see in Group A aren't gonna care about that, but I just think it'd be cool. Do with that what you will.

Body mods- kinda like fashion, but as someone who was (and still is) a dumb teenager with dumb teenage friends, stick and poke tattoos and piercing themselves is absolutely something teenagers would do without adult supervision. Tell me I'm wrong.

Anyway, my point is that you can create your own little culture in these Mazes, and I don't think anyone uses that enough. I even have a couple of my own OCs, one of which follows these ideas.

So, yeah, sorry for lack of completed requests I am trying my best- but have some ideas instead :))

[heffrondriving]

just doing my evil deed for the day and sending my only remaining rusher bestie questionably contextless fic wip previews until they gain better sense and ultimately discard me for my sinful kenlos bullshittery like everyone else did and then i could finally jumpstart my villain origin story >:3 u see perry the platypus-

[lovecatsys]

i rlly feel like. those of us whove been institutionalized need to start spreading awareness abt how shitty psych wards are and the cruel treatment that goes on in there.

ive seen people sedated. ive seen a girl sedated for having a manic episode. ive seen a fucking CHILD sedated. its normalized too. many of those of us whove seen it have just accepted it. someday, in the right circumstances, that could happen to us.

some places are worse than others. ive been to a place where they were awful with trans people. and autistic people. ive heard stories about people sleeping in padded cells. one girl i met who had been to the same hospital i had been to but placed in different units had been in the eating disorder unit, where they make all the kids with eating disorders watch shows about extremely fat people.

ive been forced to sleep on the ground. ive been yelled at for having a sensory overload. i had my headphones taken away from me and was forced to endure loud sounds with extreme sensory issues, which btw are amplified in the psych ward bc of the emptiness. this isnt even anything compared to things other people have experienced.

dont even get me started on how theyre supposedly "treating" mental illness. they give you the same 5 coping skills on not self harming and not killing yourself and send you out. they try their best to keep you from harming yourself (but they cant stop you, i and many others have successfully self harmed in there).

i was put on abilify, which is a medication for bipolar, despite not having bipolar, and i was a fjcking zombie the whole time. i was put on antipsychotics when the "noises" i was hearing were really just inner ear problems.

the staff are awful. they are not therapeutic, they yell at you and treat you unkindly when you dont show up for group. some are better than others for sure, but the reality is is that they hire the wrong people, people who dont have enough experience with mental health (this depends on their staff position, im talking abt the assistants and shit who we spend most of our time with.)

they dont know how to deal with most disorders. theyre trained for the most basic shit. on my first day at one of them i told the psychiatrist i had a dissociative disorder and he asked my mom if i had read about it online. the majority of the staff have never heard of DID and the psychiatrists have an outdated understanding of it. thats just my experience as a system, if others with other stigmatized or rare disorders wld like to talk abt their experience pls add on.

most of us leave with more trauma than we came in with. the environment is probably the worst possible place we could be in when going through a crisis. its cold, scary, the staff are not very welcoming, sometimes the other patients are nice but most of them are having crises of their own which isnt fun to witness.

btw I am saying this as someone who has been hospitalized 5 times within the span of two years, in 5 completely different places. and also, im from california, so im assuming other states probably have worse stories abt their experiences.

[faireatoi]

3. 14. 17. 23. 43. 45. 46.

3. Have you gone out in public wearing an anal plug or vibrator device?

s: No, sadly;;; it’s one of those thing that i would conceptually love, but the risk of being like… caught in a Bad way… :s idk if i’d ever rlly try it w/o a lot of prompting.

b: n o id like the idea of it but i literally cannot even wear a tampon ???? sfjkdh theyre too big for me? even one finger - n my fingers are tiny - can’t even fit so....no sdjkfh

14. Has someone ever written a  love letter, song or poem for you?

s: Mmm, yeah. I try to forget it exists.

b: my first gf writes poems n sdhfkj i still have the little poems she wrote after we first kissed ;; n the thing she made me for valentines. im ?? rlly soft i fsdkjh even though we dont really talk i still just like looking back at it and remembering. she’s super talented n i love her writing ;;;

17. State 8 facts about your body:

s: Uhm… idk, rlly? I mean… I’m rlly tall? Nd just like… generally big? I have broad shoulders nd wide hips nd just… yeah. It’s not ever been super great for my self-esteem, so I don’t tend to talk about it a lot. Uhm… I’m really pale too? Like the lightest shade of make-up doesn’t work for me depending on the brand, and I can use baby-powder as make-up without affecting anything. But! Plus side, I bruise really easily, which… as you all know…. /coughs. I’m also generally very sensitive? Like in random places – my neck, my upper back, the tops of my thighs? It’s weird. I think that’s 8??? Ye.

b: im really tiny like..im 5′1 n barely 100 lbs n my pinky is sfkdjhj 2 inches? im just..Tiny like sarah freaked out when she found out i can fit size 0 sfdkjh. my shoulders slope at different angles too n its not Noticeable but its skjfdh god. also i may have a cyst in my wrist. im still able to fit shirts from middle school and shirts that were big on me in elementary can fit now. im also like..not sensitive at All sexually but to everything else like little sounds and things in the corners of my eyes im hypersensitive to. speaking of sensitive i also get turned on rlly easily which sarah thinks is adorable but i think is just annoying sfjdkh..i did fencing in high school so my thighs are still rlly muscled n Also i have a tiny beauty mark like jongs blingspot which i :’) heckin lov 

23. Random thing that turns you on?

s: People’s voices. Like… people with a specific tone of voice, I’m… wow, yeah, Pls.

b: petnames......baby boy...daddys baby boy..........................................um also when people are dommy but even just subtly? like im kind of rlly a brat n if someone said like ‘tell me anyway’ when i said not telling i just...guh

43. What one piece of advice about sex would you offer the virgin you?

s: Lmao, don’t lose it to the person you lost it to? Uhm… generally just… it’s okay to wait? And to enjoy yourself. You don’t have to rush.

b: based on what ive already done..dont just do it bc you can, esp since youve only known her for like 3 days. also don’t..get so emotionally involved but dont worry bc just bc she doesnt like you like you like her doesnt mean you cant be friends

45. During sex, what instantly turns you off?

s: Uhm… idk…. I mean, it depends on the moment? But generally like… I don’t do well with anything that reminds me of my ex, so like… the last time I had to literally safeword out of a scene was because of a guro-esque comment that my dom at the time made jokingly and I immediately went ‘Nope. Sorry, I know you didn’t mean it but literally Nope.”

b: being bitten. just...no

46. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?

s: I mean…. they could have chilled on the Good Southern Baptist Christian Values like….. a lot. Nd that one time they tried to put my in a psych ward for having a gf….. coulda done w/o that one, lmao.

b: maybe Not having a mom that snoops through everything or that is every types of phobic there can be..just a more supportive n nice mom in general damb

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

Hi love! Pls help me find a fic. It was set in like old England and Harry's been placed in a psych ward or something bc he writes erotica and his family thinks he's sex-crazy so they put him in this institution and YN is his nurse xx

OOH THIS SOUNDS INTERESTING!! IVE NEVER HEARD OF IT BUT HOPEFULLY SOMEONE CAN HELP!! ANYONE??