#then it really hits close to home

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Phone guy was wild for saying that to Michael..

[tacc0yak1]

grandpa doodles before i skidaddle back to work….

[lunarwednesday]

Marcille and her Papa

[casualavocados]

#me reliving my 12-year-old adhd experience while watching this like: ow 💔

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS 1.01 • I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher

[htub]

I really like that they made Jor-El speak Kryptonian and Clark unable to understand him. The whole "aliens speak English" thing that happens in every goddamn media has bothered me all my life. Ik sometimes Clark just gets zapped in the brain for insta-second language but that always felt like a cheap shortcut.

Jor-El had a lot on his mind when he set up that magic spaceship okay. The world was ending and he was trying to do as much as he could before time ran out so he could be there for his son. He was rushing. He likely didn't consider Kal would be raised with a whole different language and not know any Kryptonian nor have anyone to teach him.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i wanted to put Wally in my Barbie movie fit <3 he's gonna go watch it with his bestie

it backfired <3 poor thing's in a crisis

[jesse-pinko]

Every other aspect of Jesse’s trauma makes me go oh no poor blorbo :( but his relationship w his parents and thinking ab it in the context of the series aftermath actually makes me unwell… they never even knew him they only ever saw the worst in him and now they’ve had that validated by his own actions and they’ll never know how sorry he is and that he was a good kid at heart and they didn’t imagine it and they still love him but how can they have loved him if they never even knew him and only ever saw the worst in him *flatlines*

[so-many-ocs]

hey! creating things is hard. creating things and feeling like nothing you make is good, or like no one will care, or like you'll always be a couple steps behind everyone else is hard, too. creating consistently when your physical and/or mental state isn't the best is (get this!) also very difficult. and if anyone who's reading this has felt that way or still feels that way, i want you to know that i'm proud of you, and the things you make matter because you matter, and it's okay to sometimes feel like garbage as a creative, but it will pass. take the time and space you need and remember that just by virtue of trying, you are doing so well.

[daily-hanamura]

[heyyellee]

This.

[lesbianpegbar]

it's about mob locking his own thoughts, opinions, and emotions away for so long that he no longer knows who he is. it's about his emotions being something he no longer recognizes and views as something other than himself. it's about him seeing his emotions as inherently bad and harmful. it's about how he wiped away and sanitized himself in order to please others, in order to seemingly keep people safe. it's about how him denying his own feelings resulted not in better relationships, but in him struggling to connect with others and alienating people unintentionally. it's about him not even connecting to or recognizing himself anymore and struggling with his own sense of self and identity. it's about healing. it's about allowing yourself to feel. it's about sometimes being angry, or sad, or joyous, even in ugly ways. it's about understanding yourself. it's about others understanding you. it's about being you, the one and only.

[kissthebridee]

if i ever stop talking abt this movie just know im either dead or have been hacked because oh my god. genuinely the most gorgeous movie ive ever seen.

[sophsun1]

Queer As Folk – 1.19: Good Grief!

[archangeldyke-all]

what about sevika with reader who has depressive spells where they lack with their hygiene? and reader tries to avoid her because they feel gross and don't want her to see them like that? definitely *not* something i do... just an idea..

anon, there's absolutely no shame in this, i'm the exact same way. the first thing that goes when i'm in a depressive episode is my hygiene. it's normal and common and nothing to be ashamed of. love u babe :) take it easy on yourself.

men and minors dni

you've been in bed for a week. sometimes you get up to pee or grab some chips from the kitchen, but besides that you're in bed, sleeping or crying.

sevika's been asking about you. you don't want her to worry, so you've just been telling her you're sick. you tell her it's a stomach bug, that she shouldn't come over because you don't want to get her sick too.

the truth is, you don't want her to come over because you're depressed as shit, too tired to do anything but lay in bed and stare at the ceiling.

the thought of a shower makes you queasy.

brushing your teeth feels like running a marathon.

you know you look like shit. you smell even fucking worse. you just can't help yourself.

there's a knock at your door. you shoot up in bed, your heart pounding in your chest.

you're not expecting anyone. you haven't ordered any packages.

you think maybe it's just solicitors, and you cautiously lay back down in bed.

but the knocking happens again.

followed by sevika's voice.

"baby? you awake?"

tears well up in your eyes.

fuck.

you didn't realize how much you missed her until you heard her voice. now that she's here, standing outside your apartment, it feels like you're falling apart.

sevika must hear your shaky cries, because you can hear the lock of your front door twisting open. you curse yourself for giving sevika a spare key two weeks ago.

you bury yourself under the covers.

"baby?" sevika's voice calls as she closes the door behind her and shoves her boots off. her feet gently pad through your home until she's standing beside your bed. you try to muffle your sobs into the pillow. "baby, what's wrong?" she asks. god, she sounds so worried.

she gently pulls the blankets back, letting out a heartbroken little sound as she looks down at you. you try to hide your face from her view but she stops your hands with a gentle grip around your wrist, gently straddling your body.

"baby, talk to me." she begs as she wipes your tears from your eyes.

with sevika on top of you, you break.

you shoot up to bury your head into her chest, and her arms quickly wrap around your back, holding you against her.

"i'm sorry." you whisper.

"what!? for what?" she asks.

"i'm fucking disgusting. i'm depressed, i can't get out of bed, i can't even take a fucking shower, sev. i don't-- you should leave, i don't want you to see me like this." you say.

sevika holds you until you're out of tears. then, she gently guides you back down onto the bed, plastering her body on top of yours as she peppers kisses all over your face and head.

"you aren't disgusting." she whispers. you scoff, and she grips your jaw, forcing you to look up at her. "you aren't." she says firmly. you blink up at her as tears well in your eyes.

"i smell like shit." you say wobbily. sevika chuckles.

"yeah. and you look like a little greaseball." she says. you know she's teasing, but it just makes the tears fall. sevika coos at you and kisses your tears up, quickly amending her statement. "that doesn't make you disgusting, baby. nothing could ever make me think that about you." she says.

you sob, your arms shooting up to cling to sevika. "i'm s-s-sorry." you cry. she holds you through it, kissing your tears.

"you've got nothin' to apologize for." she whispers. "i'm sorry i didn't come check on you sooner." she says.

"i told you not to come."

"i know, but it's my job make sure you're okay." she whispers.

"i should be able to take a goddamn shower by myself, sev, i'm a grown fucking--"

"you've got a disease, baby." she says, gently pressing a finger to your lips as she cuts you off. sevika's always been aware of your mental health issues, but she's never seen you struggle like this before. "you can't control it." she reminds you.

"it's so stupid." you protest.

"do you think it's stupid when i get my phantom pains?" she asks. you blink up at her.

"no! sevika, of course n--"

"what makes this any different?" she asks.

this catches you off guard. you've never considered it this way.

sevika smirks down at what must be a shocked expression on your face. "gotcha." she says.

you chuckle. it's the first time you've genuinely laughed in days.

sevika smiles at you like you've just handed her a check for a million dollars.

she swoops down to press a kiss to your lips. you squeak and try to push her away-- you haven't brushed your teeth in a week!-- but she just bats your hands away and kisses you soundly.

she settles into bed beside you, pulling you to her chest, peppering kisses on your head as she rubs a hand up and down your back. "go to sleep." she whispers. "i'll be here when you wake up." she promises.

she keeps her promise. when you wake up, sevika's still holding you.

she helps you out of bed and into the shower. she strips you down, then herself, directing you under the stream and scrubbing away at your skin while you simply stand there. she keeps one hand on your hip at all times, drawing small circles into your skin.

she washes your hair with abundant care, untangling the knots with gentle fingers, then a brush, kissing you each time she pulls on your scalp to apologize.

when she's done, she dries you off and guides you to sit on the toilet. "wait here." she says. you nod, and she presses a kiss to your hair before she leaves for your bedroom.

when she returns, she helps you dress, gently massaging lotion into your skin, kissing each of your limbs after she's done. she helps you to the sink, preparing your toothbrush for you and handing it to you.

"want me to?" she asks, genuinely. like she wouldn't mind brushing your teeth for you. like she wouldn't even bat an eye. it makes you tear up, and you swoop in to kiss her.

"i can do it." you say once you pull away. she smiles at you and holds you as you brush your teeth, pressing a kiss to your head when you spit into the sink, handing you a glass of water when you stand again.

you almost fall to your knees when she leads you back to the bedroom and see that she's changed your sheets for you, and has placed a tray with a bowl of soup and crackers and tea on top of it.

"sevika..." you wobbily say. she blinks down at you.

"i know soup's not exciting, but i thought you were sick so i wanted to bring you the classic--"

"sevika, i'm in love with you." you say suddenly. sevika freezes. you gulp. "sorry, i know it's soon, forget i sai--"

"i'm in love with you, too." sevika whispers.

you swallow against the lump in your throat, a shaky smile forming on your lips. sevika smiles just as shakily back at you, before she kisses you slowly and sweetly.

she pulls away with a dreamy sigh. you grin up at her.

"i would totally jump your bones right now, but my libido isn't exactly--"

"that's okay." she cuts you off. "when you're feeling better." she says as she gently guides you to bed.

she spends the rest of the night spoon feeding you soup and pressing kisses to your head.

in the morning, she makes you breakfast in bed, then takes you on a stroll around the block. the fresh air feels nice.

you aren't better. you probably won't be for a few more days. but with sevika by your side, helping you through your episode, all the impossible little things you've been hiding from start to seem... easier.

everything seems easier with sevika.

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[ryllen]

"I decided it's my break day today, Oh coincidentally, I'm gonna sit here, and watch you work." also it's too cute how Nemo just came run at me whenever i sat on a bench

[hazeofhearts]

“i don’t like thinking about luck because if things happen by chance then that means i have no control over what happens to you two or your kids.”

burrow’s end is a story about family, a story about loss. it’s a story about a scrappy family hanging on by their claws to survive and keep going.

but i feel that, more than anything, burrow’s end is about motherhood. being a mother, raising kids, losing a spouse. being so, so, so scared that the world is going to mistreat your children and there isn’t anything you can do about it.

tula and ava mirror each other. their grief manifests in different ways, but ultimately it means they keep going. and they’re watching viola about to start the same process. they’re going to watch viola worry and stress about her babies and they’ll be there for her. (hopefully)