#I know my dear anon that u intended on it being more angry than sad

[jaxxsoxxn]

I can just imagine them facing against scarecrow and scarecrow being you know using his toxic fumes being fear, making boomerang remember that day so clearly and vividly and boomer gets so pissed he tackled scarecrow in the ground and starts beating him, beating him in like until he’s almost to death and Harley and Floyd has to like Get him off of him so he won’t kill scarecrow and Boomer is just screaming at scarecrow

 you fucker how dare you piece of shit you’re gonna die for that and Floyd and Harleys trying their best to keep boomer at bay because of that they have to ask for back up you can choose who they have asked for back up

Oh, and if you want, you can add some of your boomerflash 

Also, you’re the best of making boomerflash head cannons and stories your apps your pieces are beautiful French kiss 💋

kisses!!! <33 thank ya, the brain rot feeds off them, so I'm happy with every little idea thrown my way.

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In defense of Harley, she had no way to know that when Scarecrow decided to test his "new" gas on them (in a safe space, after he got "recruited" too), apparently this one showing off old fears instead of creating new ones, whatever that meant, Boomer would be hit with something... like that.

Through most of the experiment, few chosen heroes around them to help if needed, Digger was the only "normal" one. He stood still, almost peacefully, if you ignored the shaking hands and short breaths. Maybe it was the fact that they knew it's all a hallucination, maybe it was the fact that the person responsible was right next to them, but when it all finally broke away, when most started trying to get some water and calm themselves with help, the first thing he did was jump Jonathan.

The first hit wasn't the thing that broke the shock of heroes and others around them - it was the sound of a breaking bone that did it. A pain-filled whine left Scarecrow, when he tried to use his claw-like gloves to tear the Australian away, his whole body mass keeping them down, while he punched almost blindly. He was angrily half screaming, half mumbling something about Owen, whom Harley herself didn't know exactly.

But Flash, who was the first one to try to hold Digger back, definitely knew. Most people who aren't dragging Crane away to make sure he'll survive probably notice the way his eyes go wide at the suffering screams that slowly turn into whispers full of bitterness. His hands, now bloody from the scientist, shaking rapidly and trying to hold onto something - failing to do so. Barry has his arms intertwined with the Rouge's elbows, holding him behind while clinging to him and trying to calm him down.

But when he does get calm, it doesn't mean his brain is fully caught up with what happened exactly, so all they hear now, less shaky and unfocused, are the words of horrid truth that Boomer saw.

"...How could they do that? They took my boy-" this time only a few people freeze, Flash now slowly working his way to the ground with trembling Boomer in his arms. "They took my boy, he was only eight-! How could they? What did he do to deserve it?"

Floyd, water bottle in hand, gets closer to the man, brushing his wet from sweat hair up, showing his blurry green eyes clearer. Shark looks angrily at the bloodied up scientist for a second, a protective urge firing deep inside, before he gets on the floor next to the two, touching Digger without grabbing him, being more something to rest up on than anything.

And when he continues, this time words just... giving up, changing between sobs and empty anger, Harley joins up. She walks straight at him, until she's right in front of him, her shoes almost touching his. Steadily, she sits down right there, looks her friend in the eyes and waits for him to ground himself, doing her best to ignore the hurt sounds coming from him and the few words that crawl their way out of his closed up throat.

"...He was so small, y'know? His body was so light-" a sob shook him, making Barry change his hold, from holding him back to just having his arms around him and his head rest on his back. "They took him from my arms to check for pulse, but- but they didn't have to take him to the hospital - too late, they said. Too much blood, he stopped breathing fifteen minutes before their arrival. I couldn't get his blood out of my hands, it's still stuck under my nails- I need to, I need to wash my hands-"

Another attack of weeping stops him, while all they do is be here, for now. Somewhere in the back, the rest of the heroes takes care of Crane and talks to Flag, who has a grimace on his face and a glint of understanding in his eyes - it probably was in Boomer's files, knowing how they like to have all possible information. Doesn't make it less dehumanizing.

#idk #probably bad english #bsing trough life #<3 #ssktjl #flash x captain boomerang #tw child death #tw murder #tw panic attack #tw panicking #captain boomerang #boomerflash #I know my dear anon that u intended on it being more angry than sad #but my boi is in shock #anon ask #tw voilence

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Seriously, WTF is wrong wit u that u support that racist pig?!

WTF is wrong with me? You know, I was gunna just ignore this but the ignorance is just…. It’s just fucking mind blowing. So much so, that I can’t even focus on getting any writing done. So, I guess we’re doing this. It’s long (1.5k), so buckle up.

When I was a kid, I was either always angry or always sad. And yea, some people think that’s normal for some kids, but this was not the case for me. I would wake up for school every day and force myself to be sick or hold a heating pad to my forehead just so I didn’t have to go to school because I was so miserable with life. I was the girl that couldn’t take care of myself to the point where I literally showered MAYBE once a week and usually, my mother had to barge into the bathroom while I was in the shower to forcefully wash my hair because I refused. I sometimes wore the clothes (straight down to the underwear) for multiple days in a row, deodorant was not something I cared to remember to put on when I got to that age, and forget me putting on a bra until almost 8th grade no matter how madly I needed it.

And the anger. God, I was a monster! As a 28 year old woman, I can honestly say that yes, I was very abusive and I used to think it was because I was the only adopted sibling out of four kids. I broke the mirror on the back of my sisters door one time because she closed me out of her room when I was raging. I threw the door open so hard, it hit her in the face, and gave her a bloody nose. I felt zero remorse. I would swear at my father, tell him he was the biggest piece of shit in the world, and let him know nearly every day that I would be the one daughter he would never speak to again. I used to tell him, the man that raised me and loved me, that I wished he died and that he would never walk me down the isle. 

When I was twelve, my parents decided it was time to start seeking outside help other than the Catholic church I was raised in. (Because praying to God that I’d get better wasn’t helping the chemical imbalance in my head.) I was taken to a therapist who diagnosed me as simply ‘depressed with anger issues.’ The most generic diagnosis possible. And so began the medications. I was put on everything; Zoloft, Prozac, Wellbutrin, Paxil, Lexapro, Sinequain, even some homeopathic shit… they did nothing but make me more angry. 

I was so angry that when I was 17, I stole my fathers car (that I drove every day so it was, in my mind, my car), changed my license plate with a random truck’s, took off my bumper stickers, and drove to North Carolina. I turned off my cell phone, called a friend of mine that had moved to Raleigh via pay phones, and fully intended on emancipating myself from my family. I was obviously cut off because my parents called my phone company, got the last call I made from home before I ‘left for work’ and sent cops to my friend’s house before I made it out of the state of Florida. So I came home. A week later, after my parents tried to tighten the reigns to get control, I tried to run away again but this time, my brother jumped on the back of my car. I actually drove two blocks, blazing through stop signs at forty miles an hour with my brother hanging on to my car for dear life. I should have gone to jail for that… I was very lucky. And it is something I think about quite often even to this day because I could have killed him.

Now, at this point, I was 17 years old and I was sent to yet another new doctor. This man literally changed my life. After sitting with me for almost two hours, he diagnosed me with bi-polar 2 that manifested in severe depression and anger, and anxiety, both general and social. He put me on a medication called Lamictal which I like to call ‘the miracle med’. This drug changed my fucking life. I was able to start functioning as a normal human being, I started taking care of myself. I could handle going to school, finally and managed to get my CNA license because of it. I had friends for the first time in my life. It was the greatest thing in the entire world. At one point, I tried the generic equivalent of the name brand (twice!) and found that, for me, it did not work. So, we stuck with the name brand. Why fix what’s not broken, right?

I have been on that medication for eleven years, and was taking the working name brand of it until Obamacare happened. The day I signed up to have that health care, (which before hand I had been on my parents or had health care through work) the day I signed up was the day they stopped paying for name brand because “there was a generic equivalent that worked just as well”. For months, I fought to get that ruling over turned. I had my doctors call my insurance (Blue Cross Blue Shield of Florida which I had been using for my entire life) and say that it was medically necessary, I paid for and brought stacks upon stacks of paper work with my ENTIRE medical history showing everything I had been through with medications, I cried, I screamed, I did everything… but they didn’t care. Because they didn’t have to anymore thanks to Obamacare. So I was forced to take the generic (since name brand was costing me $654.31 a month with insurance) and I have been on that not good enough for me generic for three years. And I have been a half functioning, shell of a human being ever since.

When Donald Trump ran for president, he said that one of the first things he was going to try to do was over turn Obamacare. I devoured every single article I could find and realized that, by him doing that, I would be allowed to get my name brand medications again for the $70 I used to pay before Obamacare. I was so excited! This news meant that I didn’t have to wonder if I was still going to have bouts of anger even though I was on medication that was supposed to be just as good as what I was taking. That meant that I was no longer going to have thoughts of self hatred so bad that I can’t get out of bed even though I was on medication. That meant, I could be ‘normal’ again, a concept I knew long ago that had been so lost on me thanks to Obamacare. 

So, yes. I absolutely, 100%, no questions asked voted for Trump. I would do it a million times over. I’m not ashamed, I’m not embarrassed; I voted for Donald Trump. And every single morning, I wake up and hope and pray that today will be the day that the democrats let him over turn Obamacare. I pray every God in every religion to have my fucking life back because I can’t take being this shell another day. I BEG anyone and anything to be able to afford my medications again so I can go back to enjoying my life instead of spending all day, every day on my couch, staring at my laptop screen. 

In the past three years alone, I have put on over 80 pounds thanks to the depression the generic version of Lamictal doesn’t completely help. I have more days than not where the idea of killing myself floats through my consciousness, even if it’s just for a moment. Thankfully for me, it’s not something I would ever act on, but I’m lucky. A similar situation happened to my best friend, a man I considered my brother, and he died two years ago from side affects to the generic medications he was forced to take for Obamacare. 

I have lost countless amounts of jobs thanks to this medication fiasco, I have lost friends, and I called off an engagement. I got pregnant thanks to a one night stand (one of so many because sex was obviously going to help) and had to experience the pain of a miscarriage which isn’t a direct link to medication, but I believe being on the generic had a big part of my promiscuity. My life has been turned upside down… and Trump is the only person that could offer a smidgin of hope for me.

So there, dear dick head anon. That’s what’s wrong with me. That is the reason I am a Trump supporter. Is that a good enough reason for you?

[witchysleepingbeauty]

Hi princess! So imagine this lady who's always ALWAYS being negative abt her kids, never a kind word and only belittling, every other day, like "what did I do wrong really? What kind of kids have I raised? They're bla bla bla" with venom. And worst who doesnt acknowledge how negative + painful she is

When i try to talk to her nd ask her exactly whats the issue with 'me' or how can I help her to ease her burden as she keeps complaining how we're ungrateful or keeps comparing to other 'more acceptable in her eyes" children, she gets defensive nd won't answer properly. She says "ohhh, why don't U know that? arent u old enough to know?' and then starts ranting. when time after time ive begged her to clearly tell me, no passiv agressiveness please! it doesn't work nd i end up wondering why i even bother when im only the villain... Yes this ig is my role in her story that ive writen? confusing 😅

when I can, sometimes i try to help her even tho shes the sort who likes to stay busy so she'll find smth else to do lol, nd inside hope for her to be at least a little NOT negative today.... she either ignores or gets angrier nd goes all "hey, I didn't ask U to do that! How dare u act like u did me a favor! U think ur perfect while im just ur servant right?" when i never even intend that? i effing HATE negative reinforcement nd i feel so damn bad for her, nd shes taught me how negative reinforcement is the worst thing to use, cuz it never teaches anything only builds resentment!!

this is smth i realised that she cant be pleased, she wants to get attention what I mean is, whenever we spend time together, she is perfectly fine when we're talking abt her hobbies nd interests which tbh im NOT that interested in personally but since she likes them i like to discuss them with her nd help her out with projects. not to say "ohhh im so cool i help out with her projects look at me so kind of me! lol" its just it hurts when ur own mother doesn't even rpetend to care abt ur interests. i suspect deep down i carried this feeling of unworthiness ie if even my own mother doesn't care abt my hobbies/projects, no one will . which is why i feel so uncomfortable sharing anything personal to my rl friends cuz im so afraid theyll reject me too :(

By not caring i dont mean I expect her to listen nonstop to me. she has her own life but i mean she purposely zones out, rolls her eyes which HURT SM when i was a child, or even worst she says "im not interested" nd shuts the convo. again, at this point, idec anymore as ive learned slowly to value nd cherish my own value nd hobbies etc which is an important lesson anyway

the only thing i want is to stop her being so painfully negative LOUDLY. Yk I suspect becuz of her dwelling on whats wrong in her life, shes gotten severe numbness nd swelling in one arm? and even the doctors cant detect whats wrong! nd its hella painful nd she can't even lift it up sometimes!!!! THIS GOES ON TO SHOW HOW INNER CONSTANT NEGATIVITY CAN BE REFLECTED IN THE OUTER AKA OUR BODY!! To anyone else who cant help have negative thoughts ONLY, u gotta try to change them! Please! Bcuz my mother's pain in her arm is sometimes crazily too much! Nd this in turn, esp on days where all i hear is her gripe, its worse at night!

Anyway I was compeled to write this as a while ago i went to the kitchen for water nd from her room i heard her loudly complain nd mutter abt how her kids are "socially unacceptable" nd "dear god i pray please please don't let me rely on them in old age, i made a mistake raising them!" She's the sort whos got so many limiting beliefs that initially led to my deep unhappiness w/o knowng it was these beliefs at play eg if you dont become a certain career, youll have no security, or recently she keeps nd keeps lamenting abt not havjng 'enoufh money' (we r having kinda financial crisis due to some rlly terrible decisions by my other parent) or 'oh Im STUCK with this [bad word] family!" when she saw a movie abt someone who went on a trip nd began comparing her own life to it. She's so talented we all ask her to start an online business but she backs away nd says 'how will i ever get capital? im doomed to never have what i want' nd I myself have a bit empty wallet temporarily so i cant help her. Nyway, while im trying to fix my own beliefs, seeing her rage nd let negativity completly take over her is alarming nd worrying to me. it makes me feel negative emotions too. im not entirely confident in mastering my mind ywt. i was that overly sensitive kid at school nd i absorv her energy a lot. Those who u love the most, hurt u the most. nd i agree bcoz while im hurt by her (not that shes intentionally hurting me. THRU her im hurt), i do love her. Nd now thanks to the law ik by changing my beliefs abt things, i can change the world

My reason is i cant change her bcuz she gets hella maddened if i suggest a less negative thought. Nd she instead starts blaming me for my 'decisions in Life' which SHE would NEVERRR make oh no... -_- Nd im not saying i try to be obnoxious abt it hell no! im talking abt getting frustrated at the table talking abt smth abt a random topic, then suddenly listening to her start complaining abt e g. Some kid whos "richer" than i am heatedly! nd if i steer the convo away, nope, she keeps fuming a bit

so since i can only change myself, how the hell do i change my assumptions of her? i affirm having a great mother, happy nd open with her thriving business etc. i affirm this but i cant focus cuz doing so inevitbly makes me sad lol cuz i rmmbr how happy nd liveky she used to be before some unfortunate things in our family that started yrs ago. Which affected us all. Any advice, please? im on a mental diet hwoever the earlier incident of her complaining abt us again caused smth in me to snap. im distancing myself from her but the short times im with her there's only a strong air of disapproval, pain nd misery around her. Tbh i was like that pre-law, not knowing how destructiv my thoughts were, while she was the happy optimistic grateful one. Nd now? Im only slightly more self aware than before ie im NOT saying im able to rise in consiousness SOo much that im 'untouchable' nd buddha-like! Nor is my mom wrong bcuz she's me pushed out! its only her lvl of conciousness nd thats it. its just I don't want to cause or feel more pain or hav any excuse to curse her ,when ego sometimes takes over, anymore. im having some personal issues to take care of too, which is why this is affecting me too much. Sort of like having a weak immune system already?

I want my happy intelligent mom back. ik i got to change me... but the doing is way harder than the saying

🫀anon

Okay first of all imma say it cause I don’t think nobody else will…. Your mom is shitty…. There, I said it. She is abusive and selfish and a bad mom. No parent should ever treat their children that way and make them think they need to fix them.

Other than that yes it’s true she is your manifestation but I think it’s important to let emotions out. Be mad at her for once, stop rationalizing her bad behavior. You have the right to feel mad, angry, sad. YOUR FEELINGS ARE VALID.

I know it seems impossible to keep a mental diet when you see the negative behavior you wish to change every day. I assume you live in the same house. My suggestion is to stick to your mental diet and try to interact as little with her as possible. Go out more often or stay a bit more in your room. Every time you see a behavior from her that you don’t like, and you feel like affirming doesn’t help, close your eyes and see her hugging you and telling you all sorts of beautiful, loving things you’d like to hear from her.

You should also work on your self concept. Parental issues often manifest from poor self concept. Affirmations like “I am worthy, I am loved, I am enough, I am respected, I am cherished” work amazing.