#what is cbt

[kirkwallguy]

cullen's crush on f amell/surana drives me insane. is he the first templar to have taken interest in you? have you been dealing with this your entire life? how long has this been going on? how long did it take you to notice the extra pair of eyes on you in the hallway? does he know you or does he just think you're pretty? did he mean it when he said he'd kill you? do you believe him? do you find yourself alone in corridors with him often? is it a coincidence? is he one of the good ones? is he stronger than you? whose side will the knight commander take if you have to defend yourself? is it worth it? how many of your friends have survived a situation like this? how many haven't? what are your odds? are you feeling lucky? are you sure?

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Michael (cb/t, b*llbusting, ) (((wip, likely won’t be finished))))

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To be scolded over the slightest things was annoying, hair ruffled by the wind? You’re getting yelled at. Clothes slightly as-cue? You’re getting chewed out for this. Micheal genuinely doesn’t care if his ‘Lord’ has a reason to look frazzled. He wants you to look perfect at all times.

He’d manually fix everything on your person so you looked picture perfect whenever roaming the streets..

Even with his admiration and affection you had to draw the line with his constant need to be in control.

Today was the day you had enough, with Gabriel feeling the need to interrupt you while you were showering once again. You hated the lack of privacy, you had shoved him away and before you could respond he has a hand on your thigh. “Let me take care of you, I’ll get it done faster and I’m more thorough.” He said in an almost proud tone as he reached for the soap, it slipped out of your hand and onto the ground.

You try to shove him back but he stands his ground. You think for a second, deciding to do what would make any man lose his ground. You hit him between his legs, a surprised yelp escapes him as he steps (or tries to) back but loses his footing, making him slip on the soap on the ground.

He lands on his knees legs spread, you bite your lip at the thoughts crossing your mind. You want to stomp on him, you want to tell him to go fuck himself for invading your privacy no matter how many times you tell him to stop.

He gives you a surprised glance. “Why are you looking at me like that? I just…slipped.” He fixes his soaked clothes as he adjust to sit up. You stop him by stomping on his clothed groin. He flinches and jumps a little. This time you get more of a reaction, he visibly winced his legs close around yours, he hugs your thigh for support. “Master…please, your weights…”

He half whimpered out, he was noticeably breathless as he tried to move back. “Does it hurt?” You hiss out, twisting your foot and making the angel writhe under you. You were grateful that the shower left you soaked, as you could feel yourself getting wet at the visual of the angel. “I hope it does.”

You growled the last part as you bounce your foot and Michael lurched forwards and almost knocks you over.

[1tbls]

swap au where kim has absolutely smothered himself in the accoutrements of cophood, till it's the only identity he remembers. because i think that's his extreme of losing himself, compartmentalizing himself away into work, not addiction and nostalgia like harry. what youth and better time does he have to cling to? it was always shit. it's his neat little role and place and power in the RCM he clings to as a greener pasture, the lesser evil.

harry precedes the story by flinging all his cop gear away from himself and begging to be someone different. kim precedes the story by cocooning himself in his uniform. what does he beg for? 🤔

[hold-him-down]

The shock makes his muscles lock up.

- for the five sentence fics

cw: electric shock, genital whump

The shock makes his muscles lock up and his arms wrap tightly around his belly as he wails helplessly. His back arches against the floor and his feet kick out, and he gasps for breath. His fingertips will leave bruises with how hard he presses into his sides, but he does it to stop them from accidentally wandering lower.

The handler watches joylessly as the trainee – or, subject, rather – catches his breath. Through clenched teeth he issues a single, soft, “I’ll fucking kill you,” and the handler takes a breath, then directs him to do it again.

The boy shakes his head, scooting backward as far as he can, until he’s cornered against the wall. He's shaking, and there is murder in his eyes, but the handler doesn't blame him for it. He's been at this for hours, and it has only gotten harder to watch as the time has passed.

“It activates by proximity to the cuffs on his wrists?” the site supervisor asks. He entered quietly, just minutes earlier, following a particularly loud moment. Now, he inclines his head toward the kid. 

“Yeah,” the handler replies. “If the cuffs come within four to five inches of the device, it goes off. Or,” he continues, and waves the remote back and forth.

“One of the doctors caught him touching himself this morning, prescribed him seven days with it in him. He said today would be the hardest, because we need to make sure his dumb ass can understand how it works and so his brain makes the connections it needs to make to prevent this from happening again, and so he needs to practice over and over, I guess until he passes out or until lights out or something.” His supervisor passes him a sideways glance, but says nothing.

Across the room, the boy presses himself further into the corner with unobscured hatred in his eyes, as the handler repeats, “Do it again.” When he refuses, the handler pushes a button on the remote, and screams engulf the room.

[acaciaavenue]

Oooooh that popped for sure...

[celebritybuddytrolling]

coloring on my ifone

[workingonit-currently]

[iwonderwh0]

If it's not fatal at this point I wish it was because at least there would be an end to it visible

[ephemeral-winter]

truly so embarrassing to have to be assigned emotional regulation homework and to actually sit down and do the worksheets and to actually feel comforted and regulated afterwards. stupid little monkey brain

[toughtttz]

People are so aggravating. "I can't believe you don't know what [insert acronym] is! Are you even mentally ill? lol"

Yeah and medically neglected. I don't know what these fancy acronyms mean because my family doesn't believe in mental illness. In my state it's normal to get a qna for depression from your doctor once you turn 13, my father snatched it out of my hands and said that I "won't embarrass him" after the doctor left the room. I wusgahhaahh I wish people would understand

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

I came to your account to read Raphael stuff and ended up going through your cbt stuff and now those two are combining in my brain and ohhhh

That poor, pretty, angel would be so fun to introduce cbt to. He only recently got his cock freed from its chastity cage and now you want to crush his balls in a humbler. And he’s such a messy boy so you KNOW you could literally squeeze the cum from his balls and he’s be in such bliss. If he thought one orgasm was enough to make him a higher angel you’re gonna turn him into a god by the time you’re done abusing his poor cock 💞

I love this so much!! I’m like addicted to cb/t!

Rapheal

Cw: cb/t, humbler, pain play, messy ness, unrealistic cum, c*ck slapping,

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You didn’t have to try hard to get Raphael into a humbler, he offered his balls willingly.

He jumped as it squeezes his balls, he whimpers, panting with a smile. He spread his legs, trying to ease the pressure in his testicles. You dig your thumb into his exposed balls, he jolts and cries in pleasure and pain, his cock twitching.

He lets out a high pitched cry and you watch in amusement as cum squirts onto his chest and stomach. Raphael thrust up and tries to rub against you for friction. The pain didn’t bother him, he was so used to it, but it missed with the pleasure, the vulnerability…it leaves him ready to beg for more.

“I can feel your heartbeat…”

You purr as you grab the humbler and dig your thumbs into his balls. He loudly moans with little concern if any of someone hearing. He bucks, his cock standing straight up as pre fountains out, you notice he’s producing more with the more pressure you put on his balls.

“Aah! More! M-more tithe center, it f-feels so I-int-“ Raphael shrieks as you comply, his cock furiously bobs for attention as he tenses and throbs. “YYES! T-there!” He shrieks, voice getting higher and he visibly curls up, you notice his eyes are watering.

“Aww, are you about to cry?” You lean down and kiss him, putting your weight on his trapped balls. He moans into the kiss, holding you as he trembles. You slap his cock, watch it spurt out cum. Raphael sobs in pleasure and pain, he cums, his cock bobbing worthlessly as you ease of his balls. “Fuck…you’re really enjoying this so much I don’t need to touch your cock?”

Raphael moans and nods, thighs rubbing together in frustration, the pulling in his balls prevented from resting in the ground. “It’s so good…don’t stop! Crush them! Slap my cock! Hurt me!”

Raphael howls happily, his cock bobbing eagerly. You oblige and slap his cock repeatedly, each slap forcing more cum out of his cock. He moans in bliss as you keep slapping his cock, it throbs harder as you feel it inching closer to another climax.

Rapheal grins to himself. He is the only angel to ever feel this.

He was already a high ranked angel, but this? This would make him the highest rank! He’d out rank Gabriel and Michael!

He screams as your nails dig into his balls. You pause as he cums again, you lookup to se he’s bucking into the air grinning ear to ear, eyes dilated.

“D-don’t stop! Please! I can take more!”

[sublux]

i'm so mad i don't have private insurance through an employer so i could get any kind of therapy or medication or anything. tags are a rambling rant

[butchspace]

Hello, I am going to discuss my thoughts on content/trigger warnings as someone living with OCD. I am absolutely open to good faith engagement and discussion on this topic.

Having some thoughts on the idea that adding trigger warnings somehow ultimately harms the person with the trigger. They absolutely can create an easy tool to obsessively control your access to the topics/to avoid them, but I’ve always felt it should be the potentially triggered person’s decision on what they were ready to do about it. Uncontrolled exposure is just as capable of causing obsession as is avoidance, in my opinion.

I think of the (terrible telephone retelling of a) case I heard about while discovering recounts of actual lived experiences with OCD.

—The following example discusses intrusive thoughts about domestic violence.—

A woman had an obsession with being was afraid of hitting her boyfriend. Her compulsion was that she would have to hold her arms stiffly by her side. She recognized this as OCD and sought exposure response prevention. Her therapist told her to try and ignore the compulsion, or potentially do the opposite. The woman became so obsessed with healing she forced herself to keep her hands away from her sides (almost obsessively) and constantly checked whether or not she “still wanted to hit him.” In the end, the ERP just became entangled with her obsessions.

It takes so much strength to face these types of problems and practice the mindfulness and grace with yourself to recognize it. It’s something you really need to be ready for because it’s going to take a lot of effort to do the hard thing when the easy thing is right there.

How can we claim it’s best to “force” exposure on someone else? How can we go around vigilante therapising people we have deemed too ill to do it on their own (or just be left alone)?

This is not to say that anyone is bad if they can’t or don’t want to tag things. More just my thoughts about how pushback against that idea can swing too hard into trying to prove not tagging was morality correct.

Some articles that articulate so much of my experience with OCD:

Having No Cure for OCD Is the Cure

Help! I Have OCD About What’s OCD

In the spirit of bodily autonomy, I think we all deserve agency in our lives no matter how “incompetent” other people may think we are. When you’re ready, you’re ready. There’s no healing to be had sitting around thinking you’re broken or lazy or whatever for not being ready to change. We all owe each other the kindness to do what we can in good faith, too.

I started doing too much table setting in the tags, so I’ll put it under a read more, lol.

I recognize that this isn’t very radically (in the abolition vs reform sense) anti-psychiatry, and I do have a complicated relationship with that idea. I recognize that I have a good deal of privilege (particularly among people with more stigmatized/less understood “disorders”) but this framework is the only one I’ve ever been able to access that gives me any insight into myself at all. That isn’t something everyone can afford to do in several senses.

As a physically disabled person, I just connect my experiences with chronic illness and mental illness (which I think can fall under the umbrella of chronic on its own) more and more these days. What truly was the difference between not being able to do something out of pain versus anxiety? Our brains are organs, too. Our thoughts are chemical and hormonal, too.

One of the fondest memories I have of coming to terms with disability was explaining my experience with an autoimmune condition to a bipolar friend, and he replied that we were “chronic illness buddies.” And I felt so understood as someone who has suffered with various types of anxieties for their entire waking life.

[pancakeke]

saw an unfortunately named company earlier

[thefrogdalorian]

Sometimes I find myself thinking about Din Djarin a little too much that I get concerned and think that I really should go to therapy...

Well, I'm finally doing that (again) tomorrow... :)

Feeling pretty nervous about it but hoping that because I now know I'm autistic it will help me understand/explain things a little better! Hopefully this is the start of a journey to finally become a healthier, happier version of myself :)

[baeshijima]

let me in

let me in

LET ME INNNN