#Think of it like physical therapy

[yandere-kokeshi]

Weird question to ask on a Monday, but if you were any mix of a hybrid, what would you be?

Looking forward to your answer <3!

Not a weird ask!

Honestly, I’ve had a good thought, and I think a crocodile hybrid would work for me. Green-ish skin, a huge yet thick tail, slitted-eyes, scales with webbed hands, and claws sound so cool tbh 👀🫶🫶

What would be yours 🥰

#Think of it like physical therapy #LOL. #uggh #imagine how fast id be in the water #oh to be a crocodile hybrid floating in a pound whilst sun bathing #kokeshi!! #ask #kokeshi anons #anonymous

[beybuniki]

gossip duo tbh

#i like clingy deku but i also like touch avoidant bakugo theyre so funny #bakugo is so focused he forgets to yell at deku for putting his entire weight on his fucked up back THIS IS PHYSICAL THERAPY LETS BE GENTL #anyway i think bakugo is claustrophobic #bnha

[cuubism]

physical therapy part 4

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It takes some time, but finally, Dream's hand starts to feel better when he's painting. Granted, his grip strength still needs some work, and he's had to adjust the way he holds a brush to accommodate the lingering stiffness he gets in some of his fingers, but he's finding it hard to care when a few months ago he couldn't draw a straight line without it turning into a scribble. He'd known Hob was good at his job, but it still feels like a miracle.

The only downside is that once he makes enough progress Hob will surely decide to end their sessions. And while he had said that he liked Dream, that he cared about Dream... Dream is finding it hard to feel assured of those feelings. Someone's feelings can change on a dime, and it's impossible to predict.

But finally the day does come when Hob deems him progressed enough to simply continue his exercises at home. "At this point I think you've regained enough mobility that it's just a matter of gradually increasing how much you're using your hand," he says. "You've made a ton of progress."

"Have I?" Dream is less sure. Some things are certainly easier now, like doing tasks around the house, and picking things up. Art is another matter. Though perhaps he is simply making excuses because he doesn't want to stop seeing Hob.

"Yeah, look." Hob pulls out a folder from amongst his files, and shows Dream several sketches--the ones Dream's made in session, which he's apparently kept. Dream picks up the oldest sketch, the cats he'd doodled at his first appointment. They're shaky and uneven, like something he might have drawn when he was barely four. He supposes he can't deny the progress since then. He's torn between wanting to tear the drawing up, for it's too wretched a reminder--and wanting to hold it close to his chest.

"It's not that I think there's no more room for improvement, or anything," Hob says. "I just don't think continuing these frequent sessions is going to offer more than a marginal benefit."

Dream thinks that the benefit he is receiving at this point is more in being able to look forward to seeing Hob each week, than the physical therapy itself. He needs something to look forward to. He's put Hob's objectively terrible finger painting on his fridge. It's still the only spot of color in his empty flat. He needs that.

"So," Hob continues, "I thought I'd take you out to celebrate."

That pulls Dream from his head. "You... will?"

Hob winks at him. "Promised you, didn't I?"

Yes. Dream supposes he had promised that if Dream's feelings held true Hob would act on them. Is that what he's doing? Dream's growing disappointment swiftly morphs into something else. Hope.

"I--" he swallows hard. "I. Would like that." It's still strange, to have something he wants. And to feel like it may be okay to express it.

"Perfect." Hob grins, gets up, holds out a hand.

"Now?"

"You got somewhere else to be?"

Dream never has anywhere else to be, and doubts he would go there if he did. He takes Hob's hand.

Hob takes him to a Chinese restaurant nearby, and Dream looks at him suspiciously as Hob passes him a pair of chopsticks with a cheeky grin. "Now you are just testing me."

"Yup. 'Course if you can't use chopsticks in the first place then it's moot."

Dream can use chopsticks. Could. No, can. Death would say that he should think positively.

So he takes the chopsticks.

Once their food comes, Hob, the absolute bastard, puts down his own chopsticks and picks up a fork instead. And Dream knows, somehow he just knows, that it's not because he can't use them. He's teasing Dream. Or perhaps ensuring that Dream won't compare himself if he struggles. Or both.

He should feel hurt by the teasing but... somehow he's not.

"See?" Hob says when Dream manages to eat his noodles with the chopsticks. It's... not that hard. It doesn't even hurt. Maybe Hob is better at his job than Dream even thought.

It makes him tear up. Such a silly, small thing to start crying over when he's barely cried at all, even when he'd first hurt his hand.

"Hey, it's okay," Hob soothes him, wiping away Dream's tears with his thumb. "I think the noodles are salty enough without the addition of tears, hm?"

Dream laughs, wiping at his eyes when the tears keep falling. "Good tears," he manages to say.

"I know," Hob says, and smiles at him.

Dream surprises himself by having an actually nice time. He hasn't had a nice time doing something in so long. It feels good. He doesn't want it to end.

Of course, it does end, and he finds himself lingering outside the restaurant, hesitant to go home. Particularly as he no longer has a set time when he will see Hob. He feels aimless without that, but. It is hard to ask.

"Dream..." Hob starts, likewise lingering in front of the restaurant. The lights of the signage above cast his face in shades of violet. Dream has thought him handsome before, but never so much as now.

Hob hesitates over what to say, then finally just steps over to him. "Come here."

And before Dream can decide how to react, Hob folds him into a hug.

Dream goes still on instinct. Then, gradually, relaxes into Hob's strong hold. He... can't remember the last time someone hugged him.

He lets himself tuck his face into Hob's shoulder.

"Hey," Hob says. His voice is so close to Dream's ear now. "I'm proud of you."

Dream hears himself make a tiny whimpering sound. He. He does not know how to be proud of himself. He thinks he would only be proud of himself if he could go back in time and stop himself from getting in that terrible relationship to begin with. But he does like how it sounds when Hob says it.

Hob gives him one more squeeze, then, disappointingly, releases him. "I almost forgot. I have something for you."

He digs around in his bag and comes back with a box that looks rather like art supplies of some kind. "It's modelling clay," he explains. "So you can play around and work on your hand without just doing, you know, boring exercises all the time."

Hob is too considerate of him, truly. Dream holds the box close.

"You okay to get home?" Hob asks, and Dream nods. His ex has not bothered him again, and Dream is now hopeful that he won't. Though that does not necessarily mean he doesn't want Hob to follow him home.

"Good," Hob says. Then, while Dream is still thinking about the hug and the clay and everything else, Hob leans in and kisses his cheek. "Goodnight, Dream."

Dream stands paralyzed until Hob is gone, and it's only then that he realizes he failed to set another time for them to meet. He supposes he does have Hob's office contact info. Still, it is disappointing not to have something to look forward to.

But when he gets home, and opens the box of clay, he finds a note inside. It has the name of a coffee shop, and Tuesday, 3pm?, and Hob's personal number. At first he's confused. Why wouldn't Hob simply ask him while they were together? And then he realizes that Hob must be trying to give him a chance to comfortably back out if he wants to by letting him decide in private. It makes him want to cry again. Hob truly is too considerate of him.

But he takes out his phone and types in Hob's number, and a simple reply. Yes.

#a singular chapter in which dream has a good time! #physical therapy fic #dreamling #my writing #bit of a time jump bc i dont think i have it in me to write one billion physical therapy sessions XD like they gotta kiss sometime #long post

[coolnonsenseworld]

Samurai and Ninja in crappy pics because December here is under a constant cloud and I just want y'all to see them all golden and cute without learning how to take aesthetic pictures 🥴 💙❤️😆🥰

linktr.ee/Mezzy

#klance #can i tell everyone to look away before i write tags to someone privately lmao no? damn #anyway yes i meant music!! and thank you for sharing something!! #baking seems like a hyperfixation #like i know you said you baked once but then look at me #...i was thinking if i could make salads.... i gotta be medicore at least at one food thing #its a joke its a joke #i will one day get used to focusing on more complicated kitchen work than heating up meat or cooking things in salt and water #anyone else had trouble getting out of bed this december? #once i do i try to pick physical activities that dont require creative thinking because man #at the post office i had small talk with a lady waiting in line she didnt speak polish so u know me it happened #and she recommended light therapy lamp #im very tempted to try it becase i had record bad thoughts sleepless nights and jerking awake this month #it might be rooted in economic instability growing inflation costs of living and shitty working conditions while still trying to buy gifts? #but hey there are things we cant have control over and there are things we can #ive got winter wonderland comic coming though #i will try my best to speed-finish it as a christmas gift aight #i hope its going to be a nice thing!! #wow thats a long set of tags

[bathtub4rats]

my knee hurts and I cant sleep therefore his knee hurts and he can't sleep

#the riddler #the riddler fanart #Rough sketch #Riddler #edward nygma #edward nygma fanart #I'm projecting bad knee disorder on him so hard #I wish that doctor I went to actually sent me to physical therapy like he said he would. Instead of just disappearing and whatnot #I also wish him a very bad time bc I often think about how he told me that girls need more vitamin c so if I took that it would fix me #Like sure I know vitamin c helps with inflammation but my guy #It sure isn't going to fix my crooked kneecap. #Anyway using my blorbo to express my pain #bathtub's art

[blindmagdalena]

Apologize if you’ve fielded an ask or twenty about this before, but how do you think HL would take it if Vought hired a masseuse to come in to work on him once in a while. Is he touch-starved or touch-averse? or both lol? Is he averse to having to take his top off? Since his muscles probably don’t actually get sore from anything does he pretend they do to get certain types of contact? - 🥰

i do think he's both touch-starved and touch-averse! every so often the idea comes up that there isn't any good reason Homelander isn't regularly drowning in physical affection/sex given how rabid of a fanbase he has, and i think that comes down to several factors:

his brand! it doesn't fit his brand to be sleeping around, especially with fans. i'm willing to bet this was strongly discouraged by Madelyn, along with any other "deviant" behaviors.

his deadly combo of superiority/inferiority complex. from the first episode, Homelander doesn't care about human life. even though he craves the general concept of love and approval on a mass scale, individual lives simply don't matter to him. they're beneath him, and he has a pretty high level of disgust towards people. he doesn't like touching them without his gloves.

i headcanon Homelander to be demisexual. i really don't think he experiences the desire to be touched by specific people unless the person in question has elevated themselves in some way in his mind, or he's formed SOME level of an emotional connection/dependency, even if it's completely one sided/imaginary.

absolutely his body issues are a factor. barely seems to like getting naked with partners, let alone strangers.

when i wrote Eat Your Ego, it didn't matter that he sought her out as an escort. he still entered that encounter hostile until he could find something in his twisted psyche to elevate a human enough to deem them worthy of touching him. the sequence of events in my mind was more or less: step 1, initial physical attraction. step 2, projection. step 3, antagonize/determine worth. step 4, form an abrupt and unhealthy attachment based solely on delusion and wish fulfilment. step 5, profit??? live happily ever after?? still figuring that part out.

i feel like the same would apply to this situation. he definitely WANTS tactile comfort. he likes the idea of someone touching him with the sole intent of bringing him pleasure/helping him relax, even in a non-sexual context. but if he was put in some situation where he was directly told to have a massage for some reason and he did comply, he would be a huge asshole about it until he settled into it. like a cat who wants to be pet but keeps swatting and hissing every time you try because he's so damaged.

once he was settled though? that's HIS masseuse now. daily sessions. he's their only client.

#i've definitely answered massage questions before but for the life of me i can't find any of them LOL #but it's a topic i love to think about so who cares #i do think he would benefit from them in like. a physical therapy way. #a fic like this from his perspective would be a lot of fun to write #god i'm sorry this was so rambly #homelander headcanons #homelander #ask and you shall receive

[rlyc00l]

you know I miss them soooo much and my wrist has been messed up for a super long time and IDK when it's getting fixed so like. What if I post some unfinished fanart from 2021? The first one is referenced off of Frederic William Burton's Meeting on the Turret Stairs except it's an Eridian ruin I guess? And also flipped because I thought it would make more sense for Zer0 to be "kissing" the flesh arm which in retrospect is silly as they are still just bonking their helmet against his arm.

the second one is a screen redraw from The Princess Bride that started as a joke??? I think?? I honestly don't remember why I did this. Rhys's silly poofy outfit leads me to believe it was meant as a joke. But then i kept painting because I was having fun

#anyway i am the bravest person in the world for posting unfinished art that i currently am not happy with #zerhys #my art #maybe if physical therapy ends up working i'm gonna finish these. or do something new #i cannot stand the tag being such a wasteland #also i think the first one might have also been meant as a joke but that's like. just how zerhys is #it's all jokes and then i go 'wait but okay what if it was extremely serious' #'what if i stole this pose from a tragic medieval romance painting'

[imagineitdearies]

surfacing from my grave to respond to comments and post a chapter, will return to the crypt straight after 👌👍

#writing update #i am SO TIRED #been like this for three days what gives body?? #i think it's physical therapy actually but i can't not go #just gotta suffer #and post chapters later than i intended oh welllllll

[finncakes]

if i project on her hard enough i'll get a cane :]

#critical role #cr3 #laudna #laudna cr #cr laudna #i NEED to go to a doctor #cause if my pain can be helped with physical therapy that would be nice... #idk. i'm figuring out this chronic pain stuff -_- #never realized i had it cause i was raised to just not ever talk abt my pain ever so #and i still have that guilt of feeling like i'm faking it eugh #anyway in good news i used my knee brace today and it helped ! nothing fancy but my leg wasn't throbbing in pain by the end of the day ! #like it still hurt but WOW. who fuckin knew. #i really want to try and get a cane. it'd make my walk to work so much easier #and it'd mean i can go on walks with my friend TwT #but i don't think my mom would ever get me a cane if i ask or would get mad if i got one wah... #ok i shut up now :)

[wuntrum]

they should invent a nintendo switch that doesnt flare up my tendonitis

#personal #my hands hurtttt...boooo #also need to like. not charge my phone by my bed #because i think scrolling on my phone is aggravating it too >:( #i just dooont want to have to go back to physical therapy #(only bc of the cost. i miss my trainer he was great)

[lets-all-calm-down-a-bit]

I finally saw an orthepedic doctor! They immediately clocked me as hypermobile, flat footed, and with POTS. None of that had been on my chart because I guess my regular doctor wasnt an expert on that stuff, but now it is!! It's really a breath of fresh air for me. I'm now diagnosed, legally, in the chart: disabled. That may sound bleak, but I feel so relieved. I have horrible imposter syndrome, so unless someone tells me I'm fucked up, I feel like im lying, even while lying on the floor shaking from the pain. I feel so free. I'm being refered to a physical therapist. I feel amazing. For the first time in 4 years, I know I'm right. I know I'm not a liar.

#I think i might make a little comic at some point once ive been doing physical therapy for a while #kind of like a visual journal #this is kind of a positive vent #colby rambles #chronic pain #chronic fatigue #pots #imposter syndrome #hypermobility #disability

[arowrath]

i love psychology classes i love this shit. because i know like everyything but i get to share my opinions on the reading and i LOVE having opinions

#text #i definitely have a bone to pick with a lot of the field of psychology/psychopathology/etc & how it can be stigmatizing & traumatizing etc #for people who are already struggling with complicated and often disabling conditions and circumstances. and brother i'm picking it. #one thing i do hate about where i am like academically is that i know SO MUCH abt these topics but since all my informaiton has been from #therapy or from my own research i AM missing like. key points that i dont really know about. & thge stuff i know is definitely biased #towards things i'm more interested in or things i've researched for myself. but that means i spend like 14 weeks of class alreadty knowing #everytrhing and 2 just fucking speedrunning some section of psychology i knoww nothing about. like neurowhatever stuff i dont #get much at all like the physical brain/biology stuff. i vaguely know what a neurotransmitter is and the frontal lobe is the thing that doe #doesnt stop developing at 25 but everyone thinks it does. and thats all ive really got #like i do definitely need portions of these entry level classes but also ughhhhh. i know what anxiety is sherrie #Also i dont plan on pursuing psychology for like a career atm i just do not think i could handle a lot of jobs int he field and again i #am fairly critical of the field . i don't know enough about like antipsych stuff to have an opinion on that but i know that psychiatrists #often suck ass! and it's great when they dont but they often do. i don't remember what i was saying here

[moodyseal]

Tfw your father says he's not disappointed but then he lies to your relatives about your grades

#the funniest thing is that i got 26/30 and he said i got 27/30 #like bruh what's the point 😭 at least say i got 30/30 or smth if you're going to give me more things to talk about in therapy #anyway. i think i did great actually considering it was physics and i suck at physics #a solid B #alas this score doesn't influence the final grade at all so i could get even lower than that #or higher!!! #but we're being realistic here #lonely thoughts

[chamomilecleric]

this might be a hot take but i think during times like mercury retrograde it’s extra important to keep yourself grounded and focus on the mundane vs metaphysical. i think it’s important to ALWAYS put the mundane before magick, especially in times where your judgement can be clouded. it’s very easy to blame all of your problems/your behavior/other people’s behavior on the planets without recognizing the actual source of the problem. mundane action should always be the first solution.

#txt #mine #mercury retrograde #this also applies to just normal witchcraft tbh like i always think the first step to a spiritual cleansing is a physical one #and the best banishment spell is the block button! #it’s not mercury retrograde babe you just need therapy!

[berryblu-soda]

local silly goofer was seething with rage and dumped it all in the tags, read at your own risk :3 <- personal stuff, wrote this after the tags, pretty okay now, just got it out of my system, love yall <3<3<3

#BITE BITE BITE RAGE RAGE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #<- same old same old ITS BEEN A FREAKING WHILE #my dad is so infuriating yall :D #i dont have it in me to hate him but boi? HES TRYING!!!!! #like; do you HEAR YOURSELF??? IS A SINGLE WORD THATS COMING FROM YOUR MOUTH BEING PROCESSED BY YOUR BRAIN???? #YOU PRIDE YOURSELF IN ALWAYS BEING THE SMARTEST ONE IN THE ROOM #sure; intelligence wise; probably; but emotionally? a speck of dust outnumbers you- #WINNING AN ARGUMENT FOR THE SAKE OF BEING RIGHT WITHOUT REGARD FOR ANYONE ELSE- #THINKING EVERYONE SHOULD BE AS COLD AS YOU; AND IF THEYRE NOT; IF GOD FORBID THEY SHOW TOO MUCH EMOTION #THEN PHYSICAL ABUSE IS JUSTIFIED?? #THAT´S NOT A GOOD FUCKING ARGUMENT!!!! #NOT EVERY ARGUMENT HAS TO BE WON; YOU DONT ALWAYS NEED THE UPPER HAND!!!! #the shitty way you were treated and raised should not be my fucking problem and i hope you get therapy about it #and then i´ll regret not being closer to him whenever he dies; but hes making it unmeasurably hard to consider being vulnerable #AGHHH- #this man has never apologized for a single thing is his damn life btw :3! #vent #*inhale* #sorry yall i´m good; just full of rage rn :D! #i spilled a cup of juice at church today and things got waay out of hand lmaoo

[pockets-full-of-beans]

[Been thinking about Duncan lately, so, older Duncan doodle?]

[Some random hcs under the cut?]

The cure, despite miraculously booting the fever from his system and halting the likely degeneration of his body, didn't "fix" the damage the disease had already caused. The boils left discoloration and scarring, his muscles had become too weak to really support his body, and he struggled with speech and memory.

This was probably a bit distressing for Maccready, but also not too surprising? A lot of the kids back in Little Lamplight struggled with various health problems, such as the rickets and malnutrition mentioned in fo3, so he probably wasn't shocked by it nor unprepared, just terribly anxious about anything getting worse and Duncan's health taking a plummet again.

I like to think Maccready brought Duncan to the Commonwealth once things settle a bit, and because of so, Curie was able to assist in furthering his treatment. It helped her research more into the health of children in the wasteland and create better over-all treatment for settlements, and in turn helped Duncan over time regain more of his strength and motor-skills.

It's not often a parent gets to watch their child learn to walk and run for a second time, but Maccready did, and it seems his stubborn determination is quite genetic.

While he is capable of walking and running, Duncan's balance never really returned and he tires very easily, hence the walking cane in the doodle. He likely has a few depending on what he needs for the day or how tired/achy he is, since the "quality" of his health might be a bit more of a day-by-day ordeal.

Hancock tried gifting Duncan a sword-cane he had laying around in the Old State House for a birthday, but Maccready quickly intervened, putting it away till Duncan was older. Maccready did think it was pretty cool though.

In a way, Cait and Duncan somewhat bonded over their recovery processes. (I tend to believe that that really sketchy vault machine also wasn't a "cure-all" type deal, and so, Cait also likely had quite the road ahead of her when it came to recovering.) Duncan looked up to her when it came to stuff such as the physical therapy, as she seemed so strong to him, and he wanted to do his best, but not push himself too hard, to one day be as strong as her. Funnily enough, Cait thought it the other way around, watching this small child carefully build himself back up, she figured he was the much stronger one in a self-loathing way. But eventually she figured "If this kid can do it, why the fuck can't I?"

Weirdly enough, the disease didn't leave many effects on Duncan's eyesight and he has about the same hawk-like vision of his father. However, the disease did affect how steady his hands are, so he can't really shoot as straight without support or leaning against something. He's a good spotter though. Might enjoy bird-watching?

While debatable with the wonkiness of canon, I do tend to lean towards Duncan's mother having been the Lucy from Little Lamplight just because, idk, I really loved her in fo3, and while I hate it meaning she dies in such a way, I do like the idea of Duncan having many of her traits, both physically and personality-wise. He's almost a near-50/50 mix of his parents.

Like Lucy, he's a lot more naturally patient compared to Maccready. Constant physical therapy and medical appointments made that a bit of a heaven sent. Probably, a bit of a funny image from an outside view in the waiting rooms of clinics. (Duncan sitting calmly, perhaps reading a comic or drawing, and next to him Mac just constantly looking around, bouncing his leg, wringing his hands, making small noises to distract from fretting about Duncan.)

Despite the patient nature, he is just about as distractible as Maccready is. Father and son shopping/restocking runs go a little out of hand because of that. They both prefer lists and schedules.

Duncan is a very avid reader, but generally loves stories in whatever form he can get them in. It was a bit of a life-line during the worst of his fever, having someone there to read to him or tell him stories and distract him from the pain. It became a passion of his later on. He loves hearing Daisy talk about the pre-war libraries, and her favorite stories.

Perhaps he'd take up writing? Making up his own stories to read or tell to others just as they had to him. Maybe he'd weasel an extra or un-used type-writer from Piper to write with.

Just like his Dad, fish/seafood does not agree with him. But! Unlike his Dad, he's not allergic to dust lol.

Duncan's soft-spoken for the most part, which just makes his threats or insults all the more intense as he can deliver them with his father's conviction, just a lot calmer and serious.

...Duncan does swear, he just tries to hide it from Maccready. ( Mac knows...)

#idk. i know some folks don't seem very keen on the concept of Duncan. but i honestly love him #most of the hc's are quite random and probably make little sense lol. it's been a busy day lmao #fallout 4 #fo4 #fo4 fanart #fallout fanart #fallout duncan #duncan maccready #fallout #fallout headcanons #fo4 headcanons #pockets-draws #i couldn't decide on like. a color for him? Like. Mac is green. that's a given. But I wasn't sure for Duncan? #Eventually landed on softer greens and yellow tho #fo4 plagues my brain during my own physical therapy. so. idk. i kept thinking about Duncan likely having to go through something similar #granted. Duncan has a lot more going on than I do lol