#and i'm tired of pretending these posts don't heal something in me

[idliketobeatree]

Crowley was God's most dramatic creation.

She was also feeling particularly bitchy and gay that day, and thus, Aziraphale was made.

#anyways. God is a woman going through a hyperfixation and then burning out by the seventh day #good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens god #ineffable spouses #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale #good omens s2 #good omens season 2 #gomens #good omens text post #good omens shitpost #feeling blasphemous today #and i'm tired of pretending these posts don't heal something in me #like. i'm reaching the point where God could be whoever I wanted her to be as a big /fuck you to religious trauma #it's nothing novel or special. just a fun thing to ponder #I'm a firm believer that in the gomens universe She created them as one btw #just as Neil and Terry created Crowley first #and then split their personalities into two #:) #marcela talks

[tunastime]

hello hello! I am insufferable :D (this is really long sorry-)

imagine jimmy and tango so exhausted from rebuilding the ranch and collecting resources for it that the only time they are really together is when they fall into bed and pass out immediately

but jimmy’s hands are still badly burnt from when he was restraining tango, and all that building has Not Helped, but he didn’t stop until tango essentially dragged him away, because of course he felt how much his soulmate was hurting

jimmy kept trying to sneak away when tango wasn’t paying attention (“we don’t have any good armour, we need at least one layer of defence!”) so tango came up with the better plan of just laying on jimmy

it started out as a last-ditch attempt to keep jimmy resting. tango fully expected jimmy to push him off, but instead jimmy just sort of froze in surprise before relaxing into it—it’s at that point where tango realises jimmy is The Most touchstarved person in the world, ever, and will do pretty much anything for cuddles

so what does one do with this information? abuse it, of course!

even after jimmy’s hands have healed (wounds like that heal fast on life games—They find it boring when one person is unable to do anything because of an injury) tango insists on cuddle sessions every afternoon, something jimmy is obviously trying to pretend he doesn’t like as much as he does

tango spends most of the time teasing jimmy about how sweet he is, what with how his will crumbles every time tango asks him for something if he’s holding jimmy’s hand at the same time. so you can imagine jimmy’s delight when he found out tango purrs

they’re especially tired after the whole warden ordeal, both half asleep in each other’s arms. tango has his nose pressed against jimmy’s neck as he rests his head on jimmy’s shoulder, jimmy with his wings around them both.

jimmy blinks sleepily and smiles at tango, who looks like he is about to pass out right there. he moves his head slowly, as to not disturb him, and presses a kiss to his hair.

he almost yelps as he hears a low rumbling, expecting it to be the warden or pearl’s dogs, but as he listens, he realises it’s much too soft to be something aggressive.

for a second, jimmy is utterly confused as to where the noise is coming from. then, he turns back to tango and notices how his throat—currently pressed against his shoulder—has begun to vibrate.

jimmy presses a hand to his mouth to keep from laughing in delight. tango, mr ‘i’m going to bring the warden from the deep dark’, resident redstone mad scientist, creator of decked out, is purring.

“tango,” jimmy whispers gently. “hey, tango.”

tango cracks an eye open, and wow he really is a large cat. “mm?”

“you didn’t tell me you purred.” jimmy grins.

“wha..?” tango does not look awake enough to understand anything.

“you’re purring.”

tango just blinks for a moment, before apparently processing what jimmy just said and going bright pink. “oh! oh, no- I wasn’t- y’see, I just-“

“I kissed your head and you started purring!” jimmy exclaims, partially to tease him and partially because it is, in all honesty, adorable.

“yeah, well,” tango mumbles, trying (and failing) to hide his face. “… shut up.”

“tango, I am never going to shut up about this.”

them <3

HI THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY ASKS FOR MONTHS AND I JUST KEEP RE-READING IT INSTEAD OF POSTING IT.

I don't know if I've ever actually written it, but I'm in love with a tango who purrs. I've assigned this man so many silly cat traits it's starting to get ridiculous. He's got his cat-ish eyes and tail, his purring, his teeth, though there's a special place in my heart for my lovely mutual Theo's hc of something inside him literally glowing, him being toasty warm, and a collective headcanon of him needing his blaze-rod crown to stay energized during the life games. I could go on and on about blazeborn and tango, please hold me back.

And jimmy who won't admit that he enjoys the attention but won't ever say no to it, i adore him. I think about the ranch burning way more than I should for it being a year ago, there's just so much to unpack in relation to what DL was for jimmy as a character.

Also:

mr ‘i’m going to bring the warden from the deep dark’, resident redstone mad scientist, creator of decked out, is purring.

AS HE SHOULD! AS HE SHOULD!! I ADORE HIM.

anyway, I'm still crazy about them! I think about this all the time!! I'm so sorry i didn't get to this ask as soon as you sent it, it's been on my mind since then and i <333

#wren-kitchens #team rancher #text #tangotek #jimmy solidarity #asks #im always going through it about them it seems #THEY ARE SO SOSOSOSOSO #I LOVE THEM SO DEARLY #thank you so much for this!! im sorry it took so long #shout out to shep and theo my enablers for ranchers hcs by accident it seems

[circusrat13]

Hello and sorry

Hello. This may seem sudden, but I had to do this post to clear some things up and kinda warn (?) people in the fandom. If you don't recognise my username, it's because it was changed back to my previous one. I'm Cafe Venus Flytrap's creator, Circus Rat, and I would like to not be associated with the game or any content around it anymore. I'm not going to delete the game or even my answers to the asks on tumblr, but I would like people to respect my decision and not send me any more asks or questions like "Why do you hate it?". The discord server was deleted as well, because since it's my only full published game at the moment, the server is full of it and only it. It may upset some people, but I just had no desire to participate in the discussion of this game anymore.

I don't hate the game, but people don't understand that it was just a silly little project that was not meant to be taken seriously. It was just me testing my game-making skills and trying to stick to the theme of the jam. It was just an experiment, so I wasn't ready for the amount of love this game would receive. People started asking a lot of questions I didn't know how to answer, because I didn't care about this project as much as they did. But to be polite, I tried to come up with stuff, like some lore or names or whatever it was needed from me. But the thing is I'm kinda tired pretending I care about it. This may seem harsh to you, especially considering the fandom mainly consists of children, but no matter what you think of me, you should still respect my choice to withdraw from the game.

Regarding fan content, because I know somebody will ask me about it, you may still do whatever it is you want, draw pictures, write fanfics, do video edits, make playthroughs, make fangames, etc. You can still continue to love the game in any way, shape or form, the only thing I ask is not to bother me about it.

Regarding my other games, Remember is still something I want to finish, so you may look forward to that. I also have a few other ideas. The thing is, right now I'm kind of in the process of trying to heal from the burnout and other shit that's been going on in my life, plus severe mental health issues, so I really don't know when I'm going to pick up Remember again. It's been hard working on it, to be honest. But I still love these characters with all my heart, so I really want to finish the game. Let's hope I can!

I think that's it. Once again, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but this post needed to happen. Hope you have a great week,

D.

#cafe venus flytrap #remember the game #remember #game developers #game development

[k-martins]

"MORE THAN WORDS", THE ENDING, IS ITAFUSHI SONG!!!!!

I just read the translation of the ending song and… OMG, Mappa is feeding my itafushi brain.

"More than Words" totally has the vibes of the post-shibuya itafushi reunion. Just read with me:

Yuji: "I think about the words he said, to me, over again Were they the words I wanted out of me? I wonder round and round again Lately I've been tired, and I've found myself Just giving in to every expectation Holding in my words, they won't need to know How I really feel, I've kept it in, but"

Megumi: "Oh, when you laugh, and say it all doesn't matter There's something there, still in you That's trying its best to love yourself I know you see it too And know that there's always more to the story But if you've been down, gone under I'll be there, I have been there too Just be by your side" Ha-ha, ha-ha, yeah And give you more than words Give you more than words Oh-oh, ah-oh, eh-yeah

I'LL BE THERE, I HAVE BEEN THERE TOO!!!! JUST BE BY YOUR SIDE!!!!!!

It reminded me of all the times Megumi had refused to leave Yuji's side, all the times she'd told him to shut up so they could be together, even though it had doomed him to be Sukuna's vessel.

Continuing:

Megumi: "I take the letter to the screen, then start it over again Indecision's got me overwhelmed I can't, I can't make up my mind There's so much that I need to know about the world that I don't I could pretend to be a know-it-all Then hurt from what I'm made to say"

Yuji: Lately I've been trying, and I've found myself Avoiding risks and all anticipation Lately I've been down, and I've found myself Trying to play it safe, don't want to risk it Letting go of what, what I really want I've lost my train of thought, what was it I wanted? It slips away from me, and now I'm used to being Stuck in this pool of sadness, disappointment Feeling like a fool, but there's more to do It's not over yet, better believe that it's true

"DON'T WANT TO RISK IT" That line seems like something he's thought of every time he pushed Megumi away to stop Sukuna from doing what he planned. Yuji was trying to play it safe so he wouldn't risk losing Megumi… That's so jajsjsjsoks

Megumi: Cause when it feels like there's nothing you can do There's something there, still in you That's wanting to believe that you You can do it too And if this sounds like a pain that you've been through And in the night, you falter I'll be right there to pull you through Just be by your side Ha-ha, ha-ha, yeah And give you more than words Give you more than words

THIS CHORUS in particular is very painful. Because it reminds me that when Yuji was suffering from having killed and seen so many people die and no longer believed in his own humanity, Megumi appeared to give him purpose. He offered to carry the burden along with Yuji. "It's our fault". Furthermore, it is stressed again that Megumi "will be there for him, just by being there for him". This is so beautiful it hurts.

Because just as Akari showed how Geto was sad but at the same time didn't know how to heal, More Than Words shows that Megumi wants to stay close to Yuji and help him carry the burden of guilt.

And then there's the ending, which I think is split like this.

Megumi: No conceding now from here on, I will take the wheel

Yuji: Give it all I've got, I get it now, get it now

Megumi: Where there's a tunnel there's a way out Do you see the light

Yuji: And you are there for me

Megumi: So what, just get it wrong It's how you'll know how to make it right

Yuji: There's no quitting now, I get it now, get it now Let go of the math you know in your heart

Megumi: What you want Here goes, now we can head to freedom More than ever now you know that this, this is what it takes

Yuji: Make every second count in this life, live only once

Megumi: Here's your cue to hit the stage, the music's here to stay

Yuji: Let me, let me show you how it could be

THIS SONG IS SO JJSISJJSJAIAJJSJSJ EVERYTHING ABOUT IT SCREAMS ITAFUSHI!!!!! The way it feels like a dialogue between them, how several times one of the singers wants to save the other from blame, wants to stick around and help. This is so beautiful!!!!!!

#fushiguro megumi #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk spoilers #itafushi #fushiita #itadori yuji #itadori x fushiguro #yuji x megumi #yuji itadori #jjk season 2 #jjk s2 #shibuya arc #I'm in love with this song #my babies didn't deserve everything they went through #they should be happy while traveling to the beach

[v-v-void]

Realized today that my "special Interest" is also the thing I started researching daily because it was the only thing I could do that didn't completely piss my abusive ex of. The only thing I could do on my phone that wouldn't start shit. I couldn't talk to anyone without it being an issue. Playing games on my phone felt like... idk it made the days drag on. It made living life feel more like running on a hamster wheel and that didnt help my situation but it was a way to pass the time without setting him off. Mind you everything i set it him off abruptly. I had lost any interest in books. I couldn't write. I got a really nice paint set, pastels, water colors and an easel because art class was the only class I'd go to and passed. I didn't even get a chance to use it because I brought it to his house so I had something to do while he played his x box. But anytime I talked about wanting to try it, he would either make fun of me or tell me I wasn't any good anyways so why would my mom even get it for me. Still to this day. I'm obsessed with the way oil pastels feel in my hand. How smooth it goes on a canvas. The way you can blend them together and everything looks soft. The way you can change your strokes and the texture changes. Even the way it looks when you drag a paper towel across it. Ugh. I suck at art but I love it. Painting too. But pastels will forever hold a spot in my heart. And I haven't touched any since before I got the art supplies back then. It's the only thing I wish I went back for or asked someone to grab for me. But it wasn't worth it.

With that being said. It didn't matter what I did. His moods were so.. unpredictable..

Any who. Astrology. That was my thing

Never felt much like a Leo. Still don't most of the time. But at least now I know why. Now I see more than just the basic sun sign and I can never get enough. Still to this day.

I'll just sit here and save post after post and compare it to stuff I've already learnt. And yet I go blank when anyone asks about it because I'm afraid to sound stupid. The odd time someone asks and pushed for me to share a little.. I will go off on a tangent, get embarrassed, feel like I don't make sense and then I'll wish I kept my mouth shut and pretended I didn't know anything. At least then I wouldn't sound stupid because now I don't male any sense.

Fucking hell this guy messed me up. I'm afraid people will think I'm stupid for believing in it. I'm afraid I'll sound stupid or people pretend to care. Or they ask about it and I say I know alot and yet.. when asked.. I shut down. So how tf will someone believe me.

Same goes for when people ask about what happened and what he did to me behind closed doors.. I got told I had ptsd and I felt like that was absurd because he hadn't hit me.. the damage is so clearly there. And yet I still feel like people don't believe me. It's awful to say but I wish he hit me. Bruises heal... not this though. This dude lives in my head rent free and makes sure I'm terrified and second guessing everything and everyone. It's rare for me to feel calm. To feel comfortable. Or confident. I'm afraid to try because I don't feel good enough. I don't know myself because he turned me into a husk of a person. He fed on the power he had over me and I've tried to deny it but he still does. And I hate myself for that. I feel weak. And scared.. and just.. so fucking angry. How tf did I let someone who treated me the way he did, cause me to fuck up my education. And now I'm lost and stuck and I feel unsafe with everyone and don't know how to let anyone be here.. but I'm so tired and I just want to feel safe with someone again. Tf is wring with ne

[sonderwrit]

C114: Somewhat familiar

I Have to Be a Great Villain - Masterpost

Author's 木火然 Weibo post:

Translation: You should sleep early tonight~ Giving you guys a preview of young adult!Wang Yi ahead of schedule! (The preview hasn't been updated yet) There should be a few more chapters of peaceful years~ It's not that I want knives [read: angst], it's just that it's almost time for the main storyline. ^_^

(Me: Author that's hardly enough, lemme add a couple pics of my own...)

S-0: (Huu…so Mr. Qin transmigrated into Host's master this time.) <- ran off previously to connect with Main System

["It's already fully healed, Master's spiritual energy has healing properties."]

S-0: (The Main System should be in the middle of extracting data right now.)

S-0: (As long as it verifies everything's normal, everything that happened beforehand will be safe.)

S-0: [My task is to quietly protect them.]

S-0: [And help Host grow up…healthy under Sword Saint Qin's hands.]

S-0: (However…)

—

Wang Yi: That there, Master doesn't need to mend it, I have lots more. [A rich second generation villain]

S-0: [I keep feeling like these scenes are somewhat familiar.]

S-0: [As if…]

S-0: [A long, long time ago, in the memories during a time when my consciousness was still chaotic.] 

S-0: [Mr. Qin and Host…seemed to look like this when they were together.]

(In flashback)

Y: ?

S-0: (So nice~~~~)

[A few years later—]

[Sword Peak]

Wang Yi: Huu…

[Wang Yi - Cultivator - 15 years old]

Qin Xian: ?

QX: What is it? (Usually he's the first to run up to this Master after cleaning up the secret realm.)

WY: …ah, Master's back?

WY: I'm find, I'm just thinking over some questions.

QX: ……

WY: Don't look at me with those eyes.

WY: So cold…

WY: It really is nothing.

WY: It's just that recently a little junior sister said she liked me while I was practicing with fellow disciples.

Junior Sister: That um…shixiong*, your swordsmanship is really beautiful…I really like it (you).

*sect brother, senior brother in this case lol

WY: But I had no idea how to reply, so…

WY: Thanks, I like it too.

WY: And then all the sect siblings ridiculed me.

Other disciples: HAHAHA! You're too much!

WY: But I can't understand what I can't understand.

WY: Master's lived for so long, can you understand what she meant?

*CRACK*

QX: ….

[Sword Saint Qin Xian, cultivated purely for thousands of years, never lost a battle.]

QX: Urk…disciple is still young, it's normal to not understand.

WY: I'm not little anymore.

[For the first time he encountered—a topic he's no good in either.] (Anyways, just pretend he knows a lot.)

WY: According to mortal ages, I'm of age to take a wife already.

[Specification: Note that in ancient times you could get married at 15.]

QX: …then is there anyone disciple cares about…or someone you always want to see? *racking his brains*

WY: Hm?

WY: Master's someone I care about. (Since you're the closest to me.)

WY: As for someone I always want to see, I do like seeing senior sister beating up the shixiongs until they cry out for mercy.

(Shixiong: Good junior sister, shixiong really can't take it anymoooooore—)

*CRAAAaaCCCK*

QX: (Hold on.)

QX: (Isn't there something wrong with that?) [knowledge in hindsight]

QX: ….beg for mercy?

QX &lt;;- was instructed by the sect leader to properly bring up his disciple

WY: Mhm. Is it strange?

QX: It's not strange. It's getting late so this Master is tired, you can leave first.

QX: As for your doubts, Master will answer them tomorrow.

WY: (This is…my room, right?)

—

[Thousands of years ago—]

Random Girl: That um, I really ike your swordsmanship.

Random: (Like, I like so much)

QX: Good, then [the esteemed] I shall accept this battle manual.

QX: (Since she likes to compete so much, I'll agree to it.)

Random Girl: ???

—

[Yunshan Sect - Medicinal Division]

(Same girl, now leader of the medicinal sect): …..

Woman: Sword Saint Qin, if you want to reminiscence about old times, please come back during time off.

QX: There's something important to discuss.

Woman (in the middle of class): What?

Woman: It's not something like a problem of the seal array of the sect, or invasion by demonic cultivators right…

QX: The seal array is very stable and chaotic demonic forces have been thoroughly eliminated.

QX: This esteemed one just wants to ask, when you said you liked the esteemed I back then—

Woman: *SNORTS* HAHAH, TODAY'S CLASS WILL END EARLY, PLEASE LEAVE IN AN ORDERLY MANNER!

*jabs dao whisk into QX's mouth*

Woman: (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!)

—

(And so and thus) (Like this like that)

Woman: Huff…Sword Saint means to say, that child was similar to you in the past, with weak emotions?

QX: No, perhaps more so. His likes seem to lean towards those of demonic cultivators. (He likes seeing people in pain and whatnot…)

Woman: Aish—~ Retribution.

Woman: Cough cough, I mean, The cycle of Heaven—is tried and tested again.

Woman: First off, I'd like to say I've seen through the world of mortals to devote myself to the Way, and thus lost all of my former emotions towards the Sword Saint long ago. (*ptooey*)

QX: Mm.

Woman: Your disciple's situation is rare, perhaps due to his innate soul of the former heavenly deity and hidden bloodline.

Woman: We can't exempt the fact that he left home early and entered the sect, leading to neglect by the Sword Saint.

QX: *is faceslapped*

Woman: But no matter the case, it's not an illness any pill could cure, so I'm sorry I can't help.

QX: ….

QX: Neglect?

Woman: Right.

Woman: Hasn't the Sword Saint been constantly in closed door cultivation or off eliminating demons outside? (Half the time you're not even at the sect, right?)

Woman: At the same time you were busying ascending your skills, your disciple was probably alone at Sword Peak—

Woman: Waiting for you the entire time.

—

WY: (How come Master still isn't back yet?)

—

QX: ?!

#i have to be a great villain #manhua translations #villain 114 #ok qin xian this is on you tho you DID just leave him alone

[cor-ardens-archive]

Hi. I read your post about sleep getting better for you. I'm very happy for you btw. I've always struggled with sleeping too. I was able to temporarily move out of family home environment last year that held a lot of trauma for me, and noticed my sleeping *eventually* got a bit better, but then I had to move back home. I experience a lot of nightmares, and feeling 'afraid' to sleep because of this, but also stay up partially because I want to limit contact with my mother. I know this question is a lot. I do see a psych, but she hasn't been very helpful when it comes to the nightmares (or much in general really) lol. So I'm aware finding a better psych could be a good thing, but I've also had a lot of negative experiences, and as I'm in a sensitive place right now I don't know if I feel comfortable opening up to someone else at this time. In summary, do you have any tips at all on healing? (while your in an environment that caused a lot of trauma) or healing sleep? I know this is probably an annoying question (sorry for writing so much) I just wondered if there's anything outside of therapy you would recommend? Don't have to answer by the way, just thought I'd ask. Thanks, and I'm very happy things have improved for you a bit. <3

You don't have to be sorry about this message, I actually appreciate it a lot! I'm so sorry that you struggle with sleep too, it's something that has a huge impact on one's well being.

I'm not sure how helpful I can be, but I can share what I've done that has helped me. Keep in mind that this was a long journey (well, it's still ongoing), and it took a long time to start seeing meaningful results. It was also extremely difficult, and there were many times when I would fall back on habits that did not help me. But I kept trying, and now I can definitely see how much I've improved. :)

The regular advices are good and can help. By this I mean the usual "sleeping hygiene" tips: trying to maintain a consistent sleeping routine and wake up time, dimming the lights some time before bed, staying away from computers and phones an hour before bed, avoiding caffeine at night, etc. On their own, they won't heal your wounds, but they do help your body to relax.

I did everything in my power to make my room feel safe to me. This meant locking my door, praying before bed, doing my little rituals, etc. You can't make yourself suddenly feel safe in an unsafe environment, but if you have your own bedroom then you can try to slowly turn it into a place that feels yours. I won't pretend this is easy or even always possible, but it's something that worked for me, and it's probably my number one advice if it's at all possible for you. Do whatever makes you feel safe, even if you find it a little embarrassing (like sleeping with a beloved stuffed animal, for example).

Exercise during the day, if you can! I can't always exercise because of fatigue, but when I do it's very helpful, and keeps me from being too alert at night. I basically tire myself out so I won't wake up every 20 minutes at night.

Don't punish yourself when you can't sleep. If you're too anxious and/or afraid, you can get up, get a glass of water, read a book... do something relaxing that you enjoy, don't force yourself to stay in bed tossing and turning. Knowing I could decide to not sleep was helpful. I'm in control of my decisions, and if I'm struggling then I can get up and do something else. No one is going to force me to stay, least of all myself. I'll sleep when I feel ready, and if I have to wait for sunrise then so be it. Having this assurance helps me feel safer to sleep at night, because it's not an obligation, it's a personal choice.

I hesitate to recommend this because it's personal, and probably doesn't work for everyone, but discussing things openly with myself really helped. Like writing down or saying aloud why I feel unsafe, and what that means to me. Recognizing and accepting the problems I could face at night, such as nightmares, insomnia, sleep paralysis -- just listing down everything that could go wrong, and kind of preparing for them. I think this could make some people more anxious, but it worked for me. I can't exactly recommend it to you without knowing how it'll affect you, but it's something I did. I would think about all the things I feared would happen and which could happen, and I wrote down what they would feel like, and what the consequences would be -- always knowing that in the end I would wake up, the sun would rise, it would be another day no matter what, and simply making myself feel prepared for them. Knowing your fears and preparing yourself against them can sometimes help. For some people, I think it can have the opposite effect.

Also, I would tell myself what I was afraid of but that I rationally knew couldn't happen. I recognized why I was afraid of them but reminded myself those fears didn't reflect my current reality. I could prepare for them in different ways, by making myself ready to face the things I mentioned in point 5.

I think that's it... I'm sorry I can't help you more. This is what worked for me, but it worked slowly! And it's not like I don't have any problems sleeping now, but I do feel infinitely better. And of course I do recommend finding someone you can trust to help you through this process. Unfortunately, my psychiatrist didn't really help me either. However, I did find some people along the way. Also, Nancy from A Nightmare on Elm Street.

[hondagirll]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Well it happened. I finally got COVID. My parents tested positive over the weekend and I had dinner with them on Friday night before we knew it was the house of plague.

Yesterday was pretty bad, I had a high fever, sore throat, every joint in my body was achy. Today the achyness is gone but I'm still so tired. I've slept twice today and it's only mid afternoon.

And this is me vaccinated. I cannot imagine how bad I would be without the vaccine. My pulse yesterday was at 108 beats per minute and that was with me lying in bed and barely moving. It's scary stuff.

18 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

#4

Well I finally watched The Mummy (1999).

I get the hype now.

It was a rollercoaster of pure enjoyment from start to finish.

21 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

#3

I can get over most shows (poor) choices that writers and directors make after a certain amount of time but it's been 8 years and I am still mad at the HIMYM finale.

I will be upset until I'm dead, apparently. This wound will never heal.

28 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

#2

PSA

This is like a year and half after I promised I’d watch it but guess who finally started Nancy Drew?

I’m two episodes in and I LOVE IT. Nancy, Bess and George - I’m already digging their chaotic vibe together.Am looking forward to more

@jicklet @bethanyactually @heartunsettledsoul @acehardy @ whoever else on my dash watches this show

37 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I watched the trailer for the new Persuasion movie coming to Netflix and I have to say, I was not impressed.

Don't get me wrong, it looked cute and funny but Persuasion is not cute nor is it very funny. Persuasion is angst and regret and wondering "am I so altered that he does not recognize me?" Persuasion is watching the man you once loved flirt with your two friends and pretend you do not exist except he notices you are tired and deposits you in his sister's carriage before you can even make a squeak of protest. Persuasion is realizing that you two are strangers, worse than strangers actually because you can't be friends again and it hurts. Persuasion is a lot of missed communication, glances, doubts and heartache that lay at the base of every interaction Anne and Wentworth have. It's what makes the ending scene (THAT LETTER!) so good, we went on that long and winding journey with them.

I saw none of that in the trailer.

45 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

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[sarahmolley]

I don't understand why you're pretending to think my baby isn't yours unless that's just the story you decided to tell. She is mine but they took her from us and they really had no right. There isn't any justice here. I just hope you do unblock me like you said you were going to before you did but I don't expect you to. I hate that part of loving you is having to bleed in my soul, which even though in this rhetoric they say is in your head, mine is in my chest. You never let me go. This is so difficult. I can never feel peace without you (or with). I don't understand why you are this way and every time I get close to feeling relief you come back but you always leave again sooner or later. Today (yesterday) it was sooner than ever. I guess I should have controlled you like a marionette the best I could but that wasn't how I was taught. Sometimes lately I wish I had been. I hate these people with my entire heart mind and soul but I miss you so much. I just wanted you to love me baby. I'm sorry for ruining everything. My heart is breaking again. If I'm posting this to tumblr it means I'm about to donate plasma if I can today, and if I can't, well, I'm about to apply for food stamps because I'm completely sapped physically mentally and emotionally and I'm about to, with the help of God, cause and allow myself to heal and get well. And find a real job. I wish we could do it together but one day maybe I will be able to accept everything even if right now I don't feel like I ever will. Right now I feel like a worthless cow. Well I just wrote a note to myself that says, "apply for food stamps and medicaid. donate plasma. worthless cow."

I understand why you always had a professional / industrial for lack of a better word obsession with that guy. I guess..

I miss you again. I miss you still. I'm sorry my love. I wish I could know or at least believe that you are an honest man. Regardless you are everything to me.

We held each other for so many hours. I don't care that it so often did not feel real coming from you. I remember the beginning, and even after when it still did. I love you. Not, "love". It was always real wasn't it? Except that Christmas, her first. That time made me want to die.

I hate them so much it makes me want to kill myself. That's not a threat or a cry for attention that's just how I have been made to or maybe just feel.

If I donate plasma today can I send you some money? Would you please talk with me if I do?

I'm sorry I had feelings for someone else. I never loved him. I love you. It wasn't a date that summer. It was one infatuated friend being humored by her way less / not at all infatuated other friend. Just because I was angry and wanted revenge didn't give me a right. Maybe the way I felt did. It would have been so easy for you to win my heart even after the disaster with your ex Morgan. I just want to miss you and for it to all go away at the same time. But I don't really want to miss you. It makes me sick and angry that life doesn't go on forever and that all this time was (on my end- not you) wasted.

I would rather go through it all again, even and especially the fighting (because now I would be able to and know how to handle it better) than to lose you like I have. To lose everything like I have. It's definitely cheesy to say but all is not fair in love and war. I still miss you. I'm not saying I want to hook up even though I'm human. I just wish everything was different. Sometimes I convince myself you never loved me and sometimes I convince myself that it doesn't get any more real than when we were together. To be honest I'm tired right now and I don't know.

I'm sorry I fucked it all up. There is something wrong in my head that I can be thinking of someone else but still wish that I was there with you right now. I wish I hadn't left you in Dallas. I just wanted to do what I felt was right, but I guess my head was fucked up and scrambled or something. I was wrong and I lost everything that I had left and someone who was everything to me.

the ladies were watching the steve harvey show and bert kierschner and his wife were on there. I said hey I know that guy but followed with well not actually know just in case anyone would have mistaken my comment for meaning literally.

ps I'm glad you remember the one and only time you had to personally do something for our baby. And I may not even get to donste plasma today because the animal shelter is closed until tomorrow and I'm in the middle of saving an annoying kitten. And I'm supposed to go by uhaul but I'm very embarrassed.

[x-other-souled-x]

Hmm I actually think we're traumagemic tbh...

...

It was very very helpful for us, however, to beleive we were endogenic somehow while we worked on communication and accepting that yes really we are a system.

Mainly bc every post I read by traumagenic systems was a lot of "you're fake if you do this or that" and it really made me second guess a lot even if the post wasn't about something we expereinced at all. Just the overall hostility was so damaging and I had an entire year where I was alone bc the other members of the system got so overwhelmed by the negativity online with endo and traumagenic fighting that they shut down, literally locked me in front and hid away. It sucked.

I'm not saying that every traumagenic system is like that, but that what I happened to see online at the time was extremely damaging to us. It still affects us deeply to this day. We had been questioning being a system for years and years because of the damage online in-fighting caused us to repeatedly shut down and hate ourselves.

And in the end we did uncover childhood trauma, and it's painful not only bc the memory and the circumstance is awful let be real about that, but in the here and now it sucks bc we had to work really hard in trusting eachother to find this out, and the whole time we worked on JUST figuring out who was around, we felt attacked by trauma systems for not having memory of trauma and made to feel like we are somehow faking despite the unwanted side effects of switching and psychosomatic symptoms...

...

All I wanted to say is that I think it only does harm to constantly attack who you think is faking or whatever. If theyre faking they will get tired of pretending eventually, and if they're not faking all those posts are doing is hurting real systems just trying to get to a level of comfort with eachothrr to feel like they can live their lives.

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Will I change my opinion in the future? Remains to be seen.

Do other system members have different opinions on this topic? Yes but I am the only one who using this blog right now anyway.

And besides it's only a bookmarking post anyway. I only reblog things I think are interesting, sometimes stuff I wanna read later on that I don't even know what the post is all the way about... idk...

Whatever !!!!!

I make this post while I'm feeling a rapid cycle of emotions so be gentle with me! My words are not very precise! I'm sorry if I offend anyone but it needs to be said that the fighting is really hurting systems who are just trying to get their foot into discovery and healing from past scars, they do not need more pain to add on to it...

[nurchantiqa-adifa]

him.

4 June 2022.

I told you, " I miss you" and you told me you missed me too.

I told you i'll be in the city for a few days, hoping you'd reply saying you wanted to see me. You didn't. My message was left on read, and god, i feel stupid. Should i have waited longer before sending that? Should i just forget about you? I'm stupid aren't I? You're never gonna love me back. Sometimes i wonder, what is it that i like in you? You treat me so fucking cold most of the times, you make it obvious that whatever we have is purely sexual. You don't speak to me if i don't start the conversation. You don't show me any interest at all. Dates? Never. If i don't ask, you don't tell. What is it, really, that i am longing for from you? I don't know.

See, i have a very fragile and stupid heart. It falls for the wrong person, for all the wrong reason. But i promise, this will pass. I will stop chasing, expecting, hoping and wanting you. Just give me time and in the meantime, I'm sorry if you see all those sad quotes i post constantly on my status or IG story. Those aren't for you, really. It's just a coping mechanism for me to feel like i am indeed moving on, even though i know i'm not.

Some days it sucks, but i can only hope that this will soon go, this feelings will soon fade with time. I know it will, I'm just tired of having you on my mind 24/7 right now. I have so many shit to do with my life, juggling new job, new positions, court cases, and yet whenever i pause my mind just keeps drifting back to you. I wonder if you think of me the same way i think of you, if I ever pop up in your thoughts in the midst of your days, or when you're driving home from work, do you look beside and miss my presence? I know you dont. It's all in my head.

IT'S ALL IN MY HEAD, EVERYTHING THAT I THOUGHT YOU WERE, WAS ALL A MADE UP THING IN MY FUCKING HEAD.

Those times where i thought you genuinely liked me for who i am, or when you made me feel like i actually mattered in your life, all those feelings, emotions weren't what you projected. It was all a fucking made up thing in my head, the thoughts that i wanted you to feel.

I felt too much and now it hurts so much.

I guess I'll have another journey to go on now - moving on. I hope someday i can convince myself that you and everything i feel for you is just a phase. It will pass - and time will heal. You aren't as good a person as what i pictured you to be. Under all those, you're really just another guy i met. I will manifest this to come true, one day.

For now, please let me love you and all that you are in my head.

Thank you for making 3 months of my life a memorable one, thank you for easing my way a little, for being such a great convenience when you'd go with me to and fro work, for introducing me to your friends, for being you, and for being there.

Now, all I need is to breathe all by myself. I am tired of saying the words I don't want to say, but I said them anyway because that's something you need to hear. Now, I have mastered seeing exits in your phrases. Now, I stopped hoping for something constant, something stable. If they want to leave, I'll let them.

As long as they don't turn me against myself, they're free to go.

"This is not goodbye forever, i'll see you again in 2 weeks time". I knew that was a lie, i believed you anyways. I wanted so badly to believe I will see you again. I guess not, too bad, Dee.

I will pretend i don't miss you, and i will pretend i don't care. I hope i'm not much of a nuisance in your life anymore. Take care, and as of this moment, I love you - not forever, but long enough in this moment.

-Dee, 6 June 2022.

[unlikelymilkshakedream]

Trouble in Paradise

A/n: okay, so this fic was written when that clip of Dream singing Jesus in LA started going around. I put off posting this for so long because of how much attention that clip got so. Anyway, I wrote this a long, long time ago so let me know what you think of it! Hopefully it's not too much shit lol.

The devil doesn't come in red horns and a little tail, he comes in everything you've ever wanted.

You got home after a long day of work and disappointment from your friends. You walked in and saw your boyfriend, Sapnap, at his computer, playing his stupid game again, like he always did. You didn't mean to be negative, you were just not in a good mood.

You walked in and sat down on the bed, taking your shoes off. You had been with Sapnap for about 2 years now and honestly, it wouldn't surprise you if you broke up soon. Your relationship had been rocky for the past few months and you seemed to only fight when you talked, which is saying something considering how little you guys talk to each other.

It wasn't like you were seeking fights out, you were just never getting along. You sat down on the bed and sighed loudly. Sap pretended he didn't hear, but he did and you knew it. As you pulled your sweatshirt off you looked at him, thinking of how much you wanted him to turn off that stupid game.

Your mind eventually went somewhere else and you didn't realize he was looking at you until a noise snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked up to meet his gaze, seeing an annoyed expression coating his eyes.

"What?" You asked bitterly. He scoffed and stood up going into the bathroom.

"Nothing." You were not in the mood for this tonight but you couldn't help yourself.

"That's not the look of someone who has nothing to say." You said bitterly. He turned on his heal and stared at you.

"Oh I don't know, maybe why you came in here while I was streaming." Now you were the one scoffing.

"Uh, I don't know maybe because it's my room and I'm tired from working all day. Ever thought of that or are you to busy 'streaming' " you said mockingly towards him. He seemed to grow impossibly madder at that.

"Yeah, and you don't think that's not work for me either?" You stood up to face him. "No Nick, I don't, you know why, because you do nothing but play a stupid game for hours and hours on end. Me? I go to an actual job."

"That is an actual job, I made over fifty thousand dollars today, you? What the fuck did you make today?" You were taken back by the amount of venom laced in his words, he knew you hated your job, but that was just cold.

"Whatever Nick, go fuck yourself for all I care." You walked past him into the bathroom, but when he grabbed your arm, that's when you lost your shit. You can take people screaming in your face, but you better not be touched.

"Don't fucking touch me, don't you dare touch me." You screamed at him as you slapped him hand away. He stepped back.

"Hey, don't be such a bitch. Its not my fault you're unhappy. Maybe you should just leave." You were shocked by his words. Not matter how much you two fought, you never thought he would break up with you. You never wanted that.

"Fuck you." You whispered and you collected your recently removed clothing items with tears streaming down your face.

You didn't know how he could talk to you like that, he once loved you and would do anything for you. Now he couldn't even stand to look at you.

"Fuck me? Shut up, I don't need you here, go cry to someone who gives a shit." You lost every ounce of composure you had, which wasn't saying much.

"I remember when you did give a shit, now you just do whatever the fuck you want, huh? You think you don't need me? Good luck getting someone as good as me again, I gave you everything and what did you do? You were a shitty boyfriend. Go fuck yourself." You stormed out of his room and into the kitchen, hell bent on getting out of that house.

When you got into the kitchen, you saw Dream standing there, you froze with tears streaming down your face. You looked at him and he looked at you with pity.

"Y/n, i-" you didn't let him finish as you gathered everything you were holding and rushed out of the house, not even caring to put your shoes on. Once you got into your car and sped away, you put some music on, thinking to clear your head. You had a world of problems to deal with now, but you would put them off for at least one song.

Jesus in LA came on by Alec Benjamin. You knew this song through Dream, of all people, and turned it up. With tears streaming down your face as you sped off, you didn't care where you were going, hell you might even drive to the other side of the country. You didn't care anymore, you just got on the interstate and drove for what felt like forever.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕

𝑶𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔

𝑨𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆

𝑶𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚

𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒆𝒔𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝑨

#sapnap x y/n #sapnap x you #sapnap x reader #sapnap angst #sapnap imagine #dsmp sapnap #dsmp dream #dsmp

[waynewifey]

Back to you. —

Pairing: Harry Potter x Neighbour!Muggle!reader

Sumary: Your childhood best friend and neighbour leaves for an entire year and you’re left in the dark.

Warnings: (bad) angst(ish), lowkey sad

Words: 1093.

A/N: I realised I’ve never written for Harry so here’s it! I wasn’t really inspired but I missed posting here so I’m sorry if this is not good enough. Also, I gave the reader a more plain personality so everyone came relate to it, I’ve been trying to do that for a while now. Please remember that my requests are always open and I love to read your feedbacks! <3

July 27th, 1997.

"Y/N did you take out the trash?!" I heard my mom screaming downstairs and sighted, pausing my radio in the middle of "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls. One of my favourite songs, obviously. I was 100% sure they would make history. I ran downstairs to the backyard, where the big bin stayed. I opened it, tied the black plastic bag and took it of the bin, taking it to the front garden. By the street, a couple was tucking two suitcases in the back of a car. My neighbours, the Dursley family. They did travel a lot, but something seemed off. I then found their son and his cousin by the door looking at each other. I furrowed my eyebrows when the couple and their son left, leaving Harry behind. Harry and I were best friends. Well, kind of. On one hand, I kissed him once last summer, something I wanted for a long time and as far as I know, friends don't kiss. On the other, I barely know much about his life. I mean, he goes to this boarding school, only comes back at the summer and sometimes just vanishes, and I know nothing about the school or his friends. But I guess we were always there for each other. Life at the Dursley's didn't seem great. I would often listen to their screams and fights. I would see Harry storm out of the house by my window and run to the street to invite him in at the middle of the night. He was always up for stargazing. Our gazes met, his eyes contorted in an expression of pain. I furrowed my eyebrows and after a long minute, I took a step in his direction.

"Stop!" He raised a hand to stop me, making me even more confused. I walked to him and, remembering how stubborn I was, he sighed and walked inside.

The living room was empty. Literally. Not a single furniture. Just an empty space. He walked me to his, as I thought, room and sat on the bed. There were a trunk and some boxes. The room was normally furnished. He signed for me to sit beside him and so I did. "What is going on, Harry?" I asked.

"We are... moving away." He answered, not looking at me.

"They left you here?" I touched his shoulder and he flinched. His brown and messy hair was messier than usual. There were deep eye bags on his face.

"Well, yes. I'm going to live with some friends, I guess." Harry said. He raised his head, finally looking at me. I stared into his beautiful green eyes. He was terrified.

"You don't seem very sure about that." He sighted.

"Look, (Y/N)... There are things in the world you don't know and you shouldn't. I need to do something big and... I might not... come back." His voice broke. I realised his eyes were filled with tears. Then I realised mine were, too. I didn’t understand, but Harry always told me there were somethings in his life I would never understand, for the good of him. I trusted him with all my being.

"It's okay, Harry. You can just give me your new address, I promise to send you letters everyday, alright?" I said, trying to force a comforting smile. He gave an smile, like he was saying "that's not it but thank you". That boy was a riddle.

"I'll miss you, (Y/N/N)." That phrase felt like a fist in my heart. I nodded slightly as tears fell down my face. He cupped my face and cleaned my tears. His gaze shifted to my mouth for a tiny second. I realised it was my last chance. Our lips met by a mutual effort. I forgot about anything else in the world. Nothing mattered. At that moment, the universe was just us. And then it ended. With a pained sound, he broke away, our foreheads touching.

"You should go." He whispered. I nodded and we walked to the front door. When I was almost in my front door, I turned around. He was standing there, watching me. I ran across the street to his arms. I head a sob leave his lips.

"Come back to me, golden boy."

May 10th, 1998.

Almost a year since I last saw Harry Potter. He never wrote me like he promised. He left and took everything from me with him. The first months I cried my life out everyday. Then I was filled with rage. I broke multiple vases of my living room. Fought everyone that passed by. Then there was nothing. I was just tired and empty. I missed my best friend. I graduated and he wasn’t there, like he had promised every time I had a breakdown because of school. Then I realised that was it. He wouldn’t be around anymore. He probably had set another life somewhere or who knows what. I started accepting his absence. I put away our polaroids and the letters he used to send me when he was at his boarding school. I stopped writing about him in my diary. I pretended we’ve never met, but every time I went to sleep, there was only him in my mind.

“Y/N, did you took out the trash?” My mom’s signature phrase echoed through the house. I had just finished cleaning my room and had an entire bag of stuff I wanted to throw away. I quickly ran downstairs to the front door, to take my trash first. As I opened the door, I met a male figure with his hand only half a inch from the door. His brown hair was messy and his glasses were dirty, as always. But he had grown at least seven inches. His shoulders were more muscular. He looked more manly. But still, I would recognise those green eyes anywhere. There was Harry, not the scared Harry Potter from July 27th, but my —sweet, caring and sarcastic— Harry Potter, only way bigger. His eyes were wide open in shook. I guessed he was about to knock on my door. God, there was Harry! After a minute without saying a word, I dropped the trash bag and embraced him in my arms. He still had the same smell. He push me away just to pull me back into a heart-melting kiss. The memory from all the months before crossed my mind, but now as a healed wound. Harry was fine and, best of all, with me.

“I came back to you.”

#harry potter imagines #fluff imagine #golden trio era #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter masterlist #solo harry #harry potter #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #pls send requests

[notebookmuseum]

Journaling When Your Life Feels Too Boring

(This is something of a departure from my usual posts here, but I figured I'd suggest some journal prompts for anyone who needs them ☺️)

So I read a lot about people who want to take up journaling, but are too intimidated by it. One of the most common reasons is they have nothing to write about - your life is dreadfully boring and nothing fun or exciting ever happens to you anymore. (Cue the "I'm being attacked" from millennials and generation z)

If you hate the tired old advice of writing about your day or complaining about your relationship troubles, maybe I can help. And I should know, I have an embarrassingly large plastic storage box in my room full of roughly 20 years' worth of journals.

The most important thing is that you're journaling for YOU, not for Tumblr or Instagram or YouTube. It's okay if you don't journal every day or if your notebook looks like it got run over by a car, as long as you're actually using it. Nice but empty, unused notebooks make people sad :(

1. Pretend you're a space alien - I can't take full credit for this one, I got the idea from an art journaling guide I found at a secondhand bookstore. If you try to describe your everyday life to a Martian (or some other nonhuman being like a robot or an ogre or a ghost from 17th-century France), it's going to look a LOT less boring.

2. Useless trivia and history - A side effect of #1 is that your imaginary audience might start asking questions about where things come from or why certain human practices are the way they are. If you're anything like me, you'll probably start Googling out of curiosity and wind up down a one-hour Wikipedia hole about liberation theology or bleeding heart doves or ruby chocolate. You can't go wrong with writing about the weird or neat things you've learned.

3. Describe your hobby - No, I'm not just talking about the usual like book or movie reviews. Go into really fun stuff you can't find on Wikipedia, like hobby in-jokes or shipping (or how silly you think shipping is) or petty internet drama. This has the added bonus of you secretly laughing (or losing faith in humanity) from all the dumb things going on while you're too busy swooning over Chris Evans or Taylor Swift.

Note: If you're REALLY clueless about what to write, the nuclear option is to take a random TV show or movie you're into right now... and look it up on tvtropes.org. I apologize for everything that comes after.

5. Moderate your greed (with apologies to early 2000s Philippine politics) - Agonizing over those fancy shoes you'd been eyeing in the mall? Arguing with yourself over getting the latest iPhone? You can try getting to the bottom of those desires by journaling about that thing you want or why you want it. This can help you come up with reasons to quell those desires - or backfire completely and accidentally convince yourself to buy it after all. Exercise with great caution.

4. Why aren't you doing _____ - Lets face it: we all procrastinate. So be honest and write about the secret, shameful reasons why. The __ can be as simple as why you haven't washed the dishes yet, or something big like why you still haven't gone backpacking through Asia like you always dreamed of.

6. My toes, my knees, my shoulders, my head - This is a common mindfulness exercise to help you calm down when you're stressed: sit quietly for a moment and do a mental inventory of how you're physically feeling right now. Has that small cut on your leg healed yet? Do you need a haircut? Do you feel like crap because you haven't been getting enough sleep? Go ahead and complain about all those things on paper.

Trigger warning: For those of you struggling with body image issues, this prompt might have the side effect of dredging up all those old insecurities. Be very cautious when approaching those thought processes, and remember to take care of yourself.

7. Don't write at all - You probably have a spot in your house full of things you can't quite bring yourself to throw away: movie tickets, family photos, bus tickets, shopping lists, post-its from the office, a wrapper or label from the sweets your aunt brought home as pasalubong. Or you probably make stick figure doodles all the time about all the gruesome things you want to do to your boss. All of those can find a place in your journal. Journaling doesn't have to be just writing; it's meant to be good for you, not to make you even more stressed or pressured.

Note: "Pasalubong" is a Filipino word for gifts your friends and relatives take home from their travels, like t-shirts or fancy chocolate or bottles of lotion and perfume. Yeah, this is really common in Philippine culture, you can look up the (sometimes tragic) history of Overseas Filipino Workers (OFWs) for context.

#notebooks #journals #journaling #journal prompts #notebookmuseum

[chloasiajones]

This is Special Edition part 8. . .

I hope you guys like this. I wasn't gonna write it this way, but it was an idea that came to my head and I thought it was a good one.

The Beginning of Part 8. . .

This is a brand new smau that I'm writing. Its actually my first. It's a Zuko x F!Reader pairing.

Trigger warning! If you're sensitive to things like car accidents and hospitals I'm warning you ahead of time. Read at your own risk. . .

Zuko is getting tired of his relationship with Mai. He feels it's not exactly enough, and he wants more. Though he doesn't know what. He seems to have a certain attraction to his best friend Y/N, but is too stubborn and grumpy to tell her or really talk about it at all. She likes him, but is too afraid to say anything because of his relationship with Mai. Though could things take an unexpected turn for Zuko and Y/N when something happens to her and he's afraid of losing her. . .

Special Edition Part 8

Toph's P.O.V.

I held onto Sokka's arm as we followed Sapphire to Y/n's room. I dont think I'm ready to be in a room with Y/n where shes not laughing, or joking around or trying to make sure everyone had a great time. I remember how her and I used to duel together. She had mentioned at one point about needing to practice her waterbending skills, since hadn't had to use it for fighting in so long. Zuko offered to duel with her, but I threatened to kiss his a*s if he hurt her - even by accident. So, he backed off. I offered to help her because chucked rocks at her was a good way to practice quick reflexes. She adapted quite well, and quite quickly. It was so fun in fact that we set a time once a week just to duel each other. We even up-ed the challenge. I started to not just use Earthbending but Metalbending as well. I miss being able to do that. Or when Y/n would randomly text our group chat in the middle of the night because she missed us. I felt that we were standing in the room. I could feel the sad presences around me from everyone in the room. The vibes are very strong from Zuko right now. I walked closer to the bed. I stood next to it, feeling around for her hand or her arm. Once I felt it, I gently wrapped my hand around her arm. I felt a tear fall from my eye as I stood there.

"Oh Y/n, why did this have to happen to you? You were so full of life and energy and love. And despite what Zuko did to you, you tried to stay happy for us. You tried to be upbeat to keep the mood up. Why did it have to be you? Why couldn't it have been me? -"

More tears fell from my eyes. I felt a hand on my back. And judging from how it felt, I'm guessing it was Sokka.

"I miss you Y/n. We all do, - Please dont leave us - Please come back to us! – Katara cant you heal her or something?!"

"I-I wish I could Toph, but this is delicate. If I make one slip she could fall further into the coma and never come out of it," Katara spoke to me softly.

"There's still a chance she might not come out of it," Suki spoke casually.

"Suki?!" Sokka snapped in slight shock.

"What? I'm just being real Sokka," Suki explained calmly.

"Okay, guys let's not fight or complain," Aang spoke.

"Aang's right," Sapphire stated.

I quickly turned to where I knew where Zuko was standing. Angry crossed me.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT ZUKO!!!!! I WISH YOU'D NEVER BEEN ACCEPTED INTO OUR GROUP!!!! I HATE YOU!!!! AND I PROMISE YOU I WILL KICK YOUR A*S LATER!!!!" I yelled to Zuko before rushing out of the room.

Aang's P.O.V.

We all stared as Toph rushed out.

"Hmm, maybe someone should go after her?" I spoke casually.

"I'll do it," Katara volunteered.

Katara left the room to find Toph.

"Uh, if we have something to say to Y/n, maybe we should do it one at a time," Sokka suggested.

"I think that's a good idea Sokka," Sapphire stated.

"Whose gonna go first?" Zuko asked.

"Me - I wanna go first," I spoke up.

"Okay, we'll leave you alone with her Aang," Sapphire said softly.

I nodded as they walked out of the room. I sighed as I walked over to Y/n. I hated looking at her like this. She looked so helpless.

"I bet you hate all this fighting huh? - I know if you were here you'd try to do your best to resolve it all for us. You were always so good at that. Even better than me. And I'm the Avatar. We've been posting a tone of stuff on our social media page about you. Asking you to get better and not to leave us. It's funny even Zuko admitted to the fact that he loves you. -"

I went silent for a moment.

"If you can hear me - And you recover, please dont tell him I told you that? - I miss you Y/n, - We all miss you -"

A tear escaped from my eye. I leaned over to hug her.

"Please dont leave us,"

Sapphire's P.O.V.

I sat next to the bed.

"Its funny, I'm here everyday and I still can't get used to seeing you like this. You're everything to me baby sis. I cant lose you. I know I tell you this everyday, but I cant seem to say it enough. Maybe if I say it enough, it'll be just enough to pull you out of it. I miss you so much, - Please - Y/n wake up,"

I took hold her hand, letting tears fall as I rested my head on her arm.

Sokka's P.O.V.

I sighed as I looked at Y/n. I couldn't stand seeing her like that.

"I'm having a real hard time seeing you like this. I guess its times like these where I wish I couldn't see. Then I think about Toph, and I wonder how hard it really is for her. Seeing is she cant see anything, but yet she can with her feet. Toph is the greatest. I know you'd agree with me if you could talk right now. You'd be happy. I havent been stealing your Dt. Pepsi's lately. Mainly because it's not the same without you pretending to get mad at me. I miss you so much Y/n. I really hope you come out of this. I miss my best friend. Without you, my life is a dull pancake,"

I sighed once more as I looked at her. I took her hand softly.

Katara's P.O.V.

I sat in the chair by the bed. Y/n looked so innocent and helpless lying there.

"I cant believe this happened to you. I wanted to blame Zuko, but I knew it would do me no good. I know it's not his fault. And I know he deeply, deeply cares for you. You're my best friend, you're like my sister. I miss you so much. Waterbending isn't the same without you. I remember how we used to waterbend together. Me, you, Aang, and Sapphire. It was so much fun. - Oh, Y/n, I really hope you make it out of this. We all care very deeply for you. We all miss you. - Especially Zuko - He is really sorry for what he did to you Y/n. And he wants you to come out of this too. - Oh Y/n please wake up,"

I put my arms over her hugging her.

Suki's P.O.V.

I sighed as I looked at the floor.

"I know you cant talk back to me right now, but I really need to talk to you. You were always so great at giving advice, just like Zuko's uncle. I need you Y/n. I feel like Sokka and I are becoming distant. And I cant quite seem to figure out why. If he's growing feelings for someone else, I guess I could be okay with it if he talked to me about it. But I feel like he's hiding his own feelings from me. And I don't know what to do. – Y/n, what do I do?"

I stared at the floor as a test escaped my eye.

Zuko's P.O.V.

I didnt know what to do as I sat there. I honestly didnt know what to say. I know she can hear me. I took in a soft breath before taking her hand.

"I wish you could talk to me. I wish I could be alert when I tell you I am so sorry for what I did to you. It was Mai she made me do it. She told me if I wanted to still be her boyfriend then I'd have to stop talking to you. I didnt want to, but Ibwas blinded by my own feelings. I was stupid. I shouldn't have listened to her. I should've listened to my own feelings for you, not for Mai. I know you probably still hate me for what I did. And I deserve that, -"

I held her hand tighter.

"I deserve every negative comment that you guys throw at me. - Our friends are right I am an a*s - I know you can hear me Y/n, - So I'm gonna tell you I love you - And that I really need you to recover.- I need you in my life. - I cant love without you - Please dont leave me,"

I stood up next to the bed. I still held her hand as I leaned down pressing my lips to hers. I know she cant kiss back, but I felt compelled to do it.

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Idk wtf to call this, anyone have any ideas

I'm just going to go ahead and say that, no, this isn't a ship-fic. It wasn't meant to be, but I feel like it might come off that way.

Also, I'm incompetent and tired, so it's really not very good. Sorry my mans. I haven't written in a while. Idk why I'm posting this if I'm so self conscious that it's bad but I guess it'll be okay I'll live,,,

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Jackie stumbled in through the front door, exhausted. He'd been told several times to stop getting into fights by the others, but he couldn't help it. There was always something that happened, always someone who needed help- which usually ended in something physical.

It was about eleven now. He had been waiting for a little to make sure that no one would see him- most days, they were all in their rooms by ten or ten thirty.

He wandered through the hall, moving as silently as possible. It was dark, and all Jackie had was the dull light from his phone. He tried to ignore the pain in his stomach, and the probable sprain in his right wrist.

He finally reached his door and put his phone away, using his left hand to search for the doorknob. A small breath of relief escaped his lips as he opened it, and started in his room.

Jackie stopped cold, though, when he heard a snap, and the ceiling light in his room flicked on.

Shit.

Marvin was sitting on Jackie's bed, his sharp, blue eyes staring up at him. The magician usually didn't show off his thoughts or emotions(he also wears a mask), so Jackie couldn't quite tell if his friend was mad or not. As Jackie stepped forward, the door softly closed behind him.

Marvin's eyes searched Jackie up and down for a couple moments. Then, he seemed to soften, and slid over and patted the blanket for Jackie to sit down.

The hero hesitantly slumped over and sat. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "I know what you're going to say, Marv, and I-"

"Shush." Marvin shook his head. "What happened?"

Jackie looked down at the floor, clutching his stomach. "I was with a friend, and we were just about to part ways and go home. Some guy started harassing her, and when I told him to stop, he shoved me. I know you've all told me that I shouldn't fight back, but I couldn't help it. I'm- I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Marvin sighed, carefully reaching for his friend's hand. "Let me see, I'll heal you. It'll still hurt for a bit, but the injury will be gone."

Jackie nodded and held out his arm as Marvin quietly recited the spell to heal Jackie's sprain. The warlock's hands were glowing bright green, and it kind of stung, so the hero looked away.

After a couple of moments, the light faded and Marvin leaned away. "There. How are you feeling?" He asked.

Jackie sighed and leaned onto his friend, pretending that his wrist was the only thing that hurt. "Good, I think... Pretty tired... Thanks, Marv."

Marvin stared at him, then shrugged, as Jackie leaned his head on his friend's shoulder. "It was annoying hearing and watching Henrik lecture you all the time, so it's no problem. Are you sure that was the only injury you have?"

"...Yes," Jackie mumbled. The pain from being socked in his stomach had mostly dulled, but it was still there. Marvin had already used his magic to heal his wrist.

"That doesn't sound very confident. Don't lie to me, Jackie-Boy."

The younger male shook his head. "I'm fine!" He protested quietly. "I just want to go to sleep now..."

"If I get up tomorrow and you're in pain because you didn't tell me, I'm going to let Henrik yell at you," Marvin muttered, standing up. "I'll let you rest, though."

Jackie nodded, laying down. He was too tired to change out of his regular clothing. "Nighty-night, Marvin. Sleep well, and thanks again."

The magician turned off the lights, then opened the door. "Good night, Jackie." He headed out, going to his room.

It wasn't long before Jackie drifted off into sleep.

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