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black-streak · 4 years

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Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting (but Sundays are meant for rest) - The Beginning

Part 1

So I came up with this partially fleshed out idea on discord and decided to try writing a prequel of sorts to my HCs? Anyways, Mari is like 20ish and Tim is around 25 here. Pre-relationship.

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Marinette would forever be grateful that she had memorized the layout of the manor back in her first few visits. Otherwise she would have been absolutely lost by now; her sleep addled mind unwilling to give a single thought as to where she was walking. The only thought she could process was a cry for coffee whispering like a mantra through the back of her mind.

Turning a seemingly random corner, she found herself in the side kitchen standing in front of the coffee maker, already holding a fresh pot of the heavenly smelling life elixir. Okay, that's a bit dramatic, but whatever, it's 3 am and she's entitled to her theatrics.

Pouring a cup into her favorite mug, having had it appear before her despite not recalling retrieving it, she held it close and made way to the sit-in table, slumping down into the closest seat.

It took about 10 minutes and half her mug down to realise she wasn't alone in the room. Turning her head slightly, she spotted Tim typing away at his laptop, his own mug just to the right of her arm.

'When the hell did he get there?' She couldn't remember hearing any footsteps or the coffee pot pouring but then… she also didn't remember turning it on…. 'He's been here the whole time, hasn't he?'

Turning back towards her own, she finished off the cup and got up to retrieve the pot, moving over to fill both of their mugs before returning it to its holder only to drop back into her seat beside him, leaning closer to see what he was working on.

"Thanks."

Jumping slightly, she just blinked at him for a moment, then gave a slight nod.

"Couldn't sleep?" Tim glanced at her, inquiry quiet and half incoherent in its murmur.

Humming softly she considered before truthfully admitting, "Rarely can."

"Damian asleep then?"

"Probably."

"You're not sure?"

"Didn't want to check his room and bother him if he was. Plus, he'd be cranky if I woke him for no reason."

That seemed to catch Tim's attention for whatever reason, because he turned his eyes off the document to look at her fully now.

"You don't sleep in his room?"

"Nah. I tend to cuddle in my sleep and he can't stand being confined like that. Puts him on edge, I think."

That only prompted an even more perplexed look from him. Unable to process that with so little sleep, she turned back to looking over his shoulder, trying to read what Tim was working on. Giving up, she looked back up to him.

"Whatcha working on?"

"Eh, just some last minute paperwork for a new deal WE is suppose to be negotiating next week."

"... At 3am?"

"You judging me," he asked, lifting one eyebrow slightly in amusement at the hypocrisy.

"You said the deal is for next week."

"It is. But if I get it done now, it's one less thing to stress over at the last second."

"But if you read it on a sleep deprived mind, you're less likely to recall anything you typed up. Meaning you'll have to reread it…. And depending on how dead tired you are, might have to rewrite it. Who knows what sleepy you thinks makes a good deal?"

"Hey! Sleepy me is perfectly capable of working without my brain's input."

Leaning over the counter to rest on her crossed arms, Mari tilted her head slightly to pout up at him.

"Yes but perhaps it'd be best to do so tomorrow and get your brain's input at the same time to save time? Come on, just put on a video or something mindless. I'll keep you company."

Her logic was sound. There was no argument Tim could give that would actually work in his favor on the matter, but hearing a slight sigh of defeat still gave her an immense sense of victory. Peering over at her, he decided turnaround was fair.

"Alright… but if we're not going to work, you should be trying to sleep. Im cutting you off." He said, pulling her mug out of her reach only to find it empty. Sighing, he moved to set it in the sink only to see her take up his own, carrying it over as well.

"In that case, so should you," she smirked, washing out both mugs and setting them to dry before taking up his laptop, grabbing his wrist, and tugging him towards the living room.

'How did I not see that coming? That was the obvious outcome… when Was the last time I slept,' Tim wondered, not really paying mind to Mari as she situated them both on the couch, turning the screen to face them both from the coffee table, youtube pulled up and a vine compilation being queued up to play.

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Half an hour later, the two were passing jokes back and forth, sleepy giggles and references whispered into the dark room, laptop forgotten and asleep before them, both too out of it to think of moving back to their rooms. Only to be broken up by a mewling yawn, Mari slumping further down, sleep finally pulling at her.

It didn't quite hit Tim that something about the situation was slightly off till Marinette curled into him from where he slouched into the corner of the couch, head dropping onto his chest.

Ah, Fuck. Damian was going to kill him.

Nudging her slightly till she hummed to him, he tried to gently wake her back up fully.

"Mari, shouldn't you go back to your room now?"

It had the opposite effect.

Mari sprung up, eyes wide, blush flushing up her cheeks, seemingly not having realized she had been cuddling up to him till just then.

"I am so sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable! I keep forgetting you guys like warning beforehand. Either way I should have asked if you minded though. That was so invasive of me and the last thing I want is to invade your space when it's not warranted or wanted. I promise it won't happen again Tim, I'm so sorry."

Finally stopping to take a deep breath from her rambling, Tim jumped in, panicking to think he was causing her distress.

"No no, Marinette, it's fine! You're a very tactile person and frankly I don't mind it. I just know Damian wouldn't like finding you cuddling up to me, or anyone for that matter, especially in the middle of the night when he thought you were in your room, that's all."

That seemed to stop her in her tracks. Settling back down, she fixed him with a thrown look.

"I mean… I know Dami can be protective at times, but I don't think he'd be that upset by it. Maybe a touch put off, but I think he'd tease me more than anything?"

Now he was thrown for a loop. This went against everything he knew about his little brother… that could only mean bad things.

"... Really."

"Yeah, as I said, he knows I'm a cuddly person when I'm tired. Plus, your his brother. At least he knows and trusts you. He'd just make fun of me for being so clingy. Sorry again about that by the way."

Narrowing his eyes, Tim couldn't see a hint that she was lying, but still he had to push to be sure. The last thing he needed was Damian to feel like his position was being threatened. That's what sparked their rivalry the first time after all.

"Hmm... I took Damian to be the possessive type. Especially over someone he was seeing. Trust me, Mari, he's not going to like his girlfriend cuddling anyone. Especially not me."

"Holy Tikki, what?!"

"Tikki?"

" You think… you think Dami and I are dating?!?!"

"Be quiet, you're going to wake someone up!" He rushed out, trying to cover her mouth, only for her to evade, eyes blown wide with shock but still aware enough to dodge his grip.

"No, hold up. You seriously thought we were together?" She spoke in a startled tone, grabbing at his hands to make him stop reaching at her face and concentrate on her words.

Finally giving up on keeping her quiet, Tim actually started processing her words.

"You're… not?"

"No! Of course not! Did he say we were?"

"Well no but… I just assumed. He doesn't like anyone and yet acts like your his personal sunshine."

Giggling, she shook her head, settling back into the couch at his side.

"Yeah, that's only in front of others. Says no one needs to know what a chaotic being I am. His words not mine."

"Oh. So you guys really aren't..?"

"Nope," she chuckled, popping the p, slowly curling back into his side.

Stopping abruptly, she pulled back a bit and glanced up to him, blush dusting the top of her freckled cheeks.

"Is.. Is this okay?"

Now assured that he wouldn't be promptly attacked just for letting Marinette near him, he couldn't see why not. Plus, she obviously took comfort in it and needed sleep. Who knows if she'll find any alone in her room. Wrapping an arm around her and tugging her slowly down, he nodded.

"I already told you I don't mind. Plus, your warm."

Humming her thanks, she burrowed herself under his chin and promptly passed out, Tim following only moments after.

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Tim woke up late in the morning, having slid down the cushion and twisted up his limbs with Marinette's who was still half on top of him. By some stroke of luck, they hadn't been disturbed by anyone thus yet. (Dick had already passed through and took a picture to send to the group chat. Who knew the way to make Tim sleep was to pass out on top of him?) Feeling her shift, he looked down to see bleary blue eyes blinking back at him from under messy bangs. A small smile lit her lips and she moved up giving a light kiss to the underside of his jaw, before slowly getting up.

"Thanks Tim. Probably the best sleep I've had in a long time. We should nap sometime…. Maybe watch a movie first," she suggested, flushing but sending a coy, eager look his way.

Nodding, he could only think one thing.

'Welp. She's going to be the death of me."

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insert-geeky-things-here · 5 years

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Here and Gone Again - Chapter 2: C’mon, It’s Getting Late

Chapter Summary: It’s well into Amelia’s 18th birthday party when the girls go for a walk when things start to go amiss. From lights in the sky to whispering’s in the dark, this certain few begin to believe that they might be going crazy.

Warnings: Light Cursing

Word Count: 3,084

Chapter: 2/?

Almost three and a half hours later and the party was still going strong. Brielynn had stopped by at the beginning of the party for a surprise visit and stayed for a couple hours afterwards before she had to head home to her family that she was going to stay with for the weekend. Everyone was talking to one another with their cups filled with soda or plates with cake and half-eaten pizza slices nearby. The cold air that seeped in from the window mixed well with the warm air of the shop that had been partnered with an apartment in the back and it happened to be that the latter of the two that Amelia’s family and friends now sat around in. To everyone in the room, it felt like bliss; it was a moment that everyone wished to live in forever.

Minutes soon turned into hours when Elena, Amelia’s sister who was a year younger than her glanced at her phone when a notification popped up on her screen. 7:03 pm, it read. A brief sigh escaped her as she looked up at the slowing party. Getting up, she walked over to her sister who was lying on the couch whose attention focused towards her phone screen and plopped onto the couch completely disregarding the disgruntled yelps coming from her older sister.

“God dammit, Ellie!” Amelia yelled. “I was just about to beat my high score on Crossy Road!”

“Well, sorry! I just came to tell you that I have homework to do, so I’ve decided that I’m going up to the house,” Elena said as she adjusted herself so that she had her head resting on her sisters stomach. “You know you’re incredibly short, right? Like, really short?”

“Gee, thanks...” Amelia scoffed as she pressed the pale blue play button at the bottom of her phone screen. “I mean, It’s not like I’ve always been like this or anything...”

Smiling, Elena stood, patted her sisters head gingerly, and headed towards the door that would lead her to the main house.

“Bye! Don’t invite any boys over and do anything that you’re not supposed to do!” Elena Sadie as she have a small smile from over her shoulder.

Soon after that, Amelia’s family had trickled you to the main house one by one, leaving the five girls alone in the apartment that had become a place for many birthdays and parties. Looking outside, Artemis could see that the sky was still decently lit and the wind was blowing a warm air in, slightly hinting at the summer months that had long since passed, but the shadows from the mountains and the trees had gave the air a tinge of a brisk and refreshing fall that she had long awaited. The group of five talked for another half hour or so when Artemis got the urge that compelled her to explore the lands around her. Hopping off of her spot on the counter, she grabbed everyone’s jacket, individually throwing them at the person it belonged to, eventually doing the same with everyone’s shoes. In confusion, everyone looked at Artemis. After putting her own jacket and shoes on, she grabbed her water bottle and filled it with leftover soda.

“Artemis, what’s going on?” Layla inquired.

“I’m going on a walk and I’m going to make you guys come with me,” She answered as she tied her hair up in a simple bun.

Smiling, the other girls threw on their jackets and shoes, almost running to the door with any other supplies such as any small snacks and water bottles that they would need on their walk in their arms as the sound of gravel soon hit their ears. The air felt damp with the oncoming storm, which was refreshing compared to the normal fall air that the girls had when the season started.

As the gravel turned to dirt which eventually turned to leaf and dandelion covered grass, their little adventure that seemed like an epic quest to them had begun.

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The group was walking peacefully together with Hope walking in front of them as she silently lead the way down the path that she had become so familiar with, subconsciously listening for anything that sounded out of the familiar noise of the forest. After all, it was what she was bread to do. When the group entered a small clearing with a mobile camper that had come with the house, Hope trotted over to where the sunlight broke through the trees, assessed the areas, and laid down. Not far from the camper in a couple of the massive trees was a treehouse that was built a short time after the main house was built. The stream that ran through the property bubbled from the fall rains nearby.

“Most of everyone at the house don’t come down here often,” Amelia smiled. “So I kinda adopted it as my own little place to go to for fun.”

“For fun? I would live down here all the time!” Artemis exclaimed as she ran to the base of the stairs that had built into one of the trees. “Can I?”

Amelia nodded silently before nodding towards the others that they could go into the treehouse as well, she had headed towards the camper.

“I’m going to get some stuff real quick. I’ll be up in a sec,” Amelia shouted from over her shoulder.

The door to the camper opened with a gentle whine of the old, rusted hinges. On the outside, it looked old and weathered and uninhabitable, but on the inside it was homey. Since it appeared as such, the camper door was always left unlocked. However, because no one ever came down there besides Amelia and the rare visitor, only bottled water, granola bars and some instant things were kept down there just in case Amelia or whoever else was down there could snack on anything if they needed it. Grabbing some stove-top popcorn, peanut M&M’s, and some pretzels, she turned towards the door when an array of ding’s came from the phone in her back pocket.

“Shit, what is it now?” She said as she saw Artemis’ name that the top of the screen, numerous texts following after. They looked normal at first, but when she opened the texts they were all random figures that shot straight lines and curved around themselves with the infrequent dot or two above each symbol. There were different groupings of these, almost as if they were trying to form words. “The fuck? Since when do smartphones text in Tengwar?”

Then a text in English popped up. It was asking Amelia if she knew where the entrance to Arda was. Then another popped up that she needed to know right then or the entire group would be at risk. Confusion plagued her thoughts before a knock came at the trailer door. Turning, Amelia saw that it was Artemis with a slightly worried look on her face.

“Everything okay? You weren’t answering my calls,” Artemis obviously looked concerned, but beheld complete oblivion to the texts she had sent moment prior.

Amelia shook her head, confusion bringing her brows together like a drawbridge.

“Why were you asking for the entrance to Arda in the texts you sent me? You know 100% its fiction, right?” She countered before her eyes looked up from her phone. “And why the everlasting fuck would we be at risk if I didn’t tell you?”

In turn, Artemis was confused because she knew that didn’t send any texts to anyone, especially Amelia, in hours. She had no clue as to what Amelia was talking about and none of it made sense to her. Hell, she hadn’t even thought about her phone until after she’d left school, and that was almost four hours ago.

“What do you mean? I didn’t send you any texts. Not since yesterday,” Artemis defended only for Amelia to shove her phone into her hands.

“Look. You started sending me texts in Tengwar, which is a form of elvish,” Amelia was slightly flustered now, not believing a thing. “A-and I should mention that elvish in any form--”

“Isn’t compatible with any smartphone? I know. Not to mention that it’s fictional too,” Artemis interrupted without even looking at Amelia’s phone screen.

The two had a stare down before Amelia nodded down to her phone in Artemis’ hands. As Artemis began scrolling through the texts the two shared, only for her to see nothing in any form of elvish, whether it be in Tengwar or not. Sighing, Artemis shrugged her shoulders and handed the phone back.

“I don’t blame you for seeing what I may or may not have sent you, but regardless…” She trailed off and ran her fingers through her hair and turned to opened one of the cupboards only to pull out an Ouija board. “The others were wanting to play.”

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Laughter emitted from the girls as popcorn amongst other assorted snacks flung everywhere while a compilation of turbo rare Vines played in the background. Each and every one of them were bundled up in blankets and hoodies while they were rolling around on the floor, wheezing with laughter as the Vines continued to get more and more comical. In honesty, they weren’t sure if it was because of the delirium due to lack of sleep or if the compilation was actually funny or not. Either way, they were having the time of their lives. Once the girls were able to calm themselves, a silence overtook them. It wasn’t awkward or forced, they just lied there with their happy gazes cast to the ceiling. Then Layla sighed.

“Are we ever gonna play with that Ouija board?”

Amelia shook her head.

“I wish we could, but I wouldn’t recommend playing after midnight,” Amelia rolled to her side and picked up a piece of stray popcorn before popping it into her mouth. “Witching hour and whatnot. Wouldn’t want to risk anything.”

“Right. And it’s almost 2 am,” Layla’s voice was thoughtful and thankfully understanding.

With the rest of the group understanding, Layla and the others sat up and gathered around in a circle with each individuals stuff in hand. Then, Amelia yawned deeply, goosebumps tickling her skin as a cool breeze came in from an open window nearby. The others laughed.

“Someone’s tired,” Artemis said as she wiped the sleep from her eyes.

In truth, they were all tired, even if they would’ve like to have admitted it or not.

“Everyone ready?” Amelia yawned while the others nodded their heads.

Everyone began to stumble out of the treehouse door and began to climb down the ladder. Amelia had stopped momentarily to look up at the moon and stars before the clouds would eventually block her view. The moon had cast a silvery light across the landscape. As she watched it, she saw several deer prance across it, only to look at them with a confused look on her face when she had noticed they stopped to look at something. But what? The sky? Then, a portion of the silver stricken sky had turned a mixture of purple rocketing towards the earth. The deer scattered as their flight or fight response kicked in as the object crashed just within the tree line across the field.

“Wha–? Did, what?” She spluttered as she pointed in the direction where the object crashed. “Did, you not ju–? Light?”

The others hadn’t seemed to have noticed seeing as most of them had already climbed down the ladder. Amelia’s shoulders sagged as a sigh of exasperation left her. How did they not see it? It lit up the entire sky!

“Did any of you see that?” Amelia asked as she looked back at the field to where the object lay.

The others shook their heads with no clue in the world as to what Amelia was talking about. Could this be what part of the sleep deprived part of her looked like? Or was she going crazy? Was it both?

“No, but one thing I do see is one tired adult. C’mon now, it’s late,” Tanya yawned. “We can check out whatever you saw in the morning.”

In the distance, the purple glow still shined while beams of it seeped through cracks in the trees, but now it pulsed to a beat she couldn’t hear. Upon looking closer, she saw silhouettes of four figures emerging from the tree line. Two of them looked short with a sturdy build, one was of average height and build, while the last one was tall and lithe. The figures parted when something large on four legs began sauntering between them. Together, the group walked with surety, like a man on a mission. In the blink of an eye, a flash of colors appeared before Amelia’s eyes within a flash of a second. She closed her eyes at the bright away but opened them when it became unbearable. But that’s the thing, instead of seeing a horizon of trees and mountains, to moon, the stars, and that pulsating purple light, she saw the same silhouettes from just a moment prior. Now that they were up close, she could see what they looked like; or, who they looked like.

They were her friends, but they looked… different. And by different, they were, no… how? She took a step back. The something she saw wasn’t just something, it was a smilodon, but it wasn’t for long. The thing that was a cat had literally morphed itself into her but this version of her was taller and looked like a fighter. This version of her looked like she had fought in a war she never wanted to fight.

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She woke to the gentle breathing of her friends when she saw Amelia sitting straight up in the makeshift bed made out of blankets and pillows, eyes closed, her figure rigid and stiff. She wasn’t aware of any sleep-related things that plagued her friend such as sleepwalking or night terrors, so this was all new to her. Quietly crawling over to see if she was okay, Artemis sat parallel to her friend, facing the opposite direction so then she could look at Amelia. An ethereal silver moonlight was casted on the two friends through the dense clouds, trees, and partially covered windows. It wasn’t until then that Artemis noticed that Amelia was muttering some strange language that seemed to roll off her tongue with a grace that gave off an airy feel.

“Gil-galadsuil hitha-ial,” Amelia breathed as she continued to repeat the same phrase over and over, her eyes glowing from under her faintly opened eyes. “Gil-galadsuil hitha-ial.”

Panicking, Artemis woke the others, not knowing what to do. She bit her lip as the others slowly began to wake from their slumber. Each one grumbled a different complaint about how it was too early or how they needed more sleep, but once they were awake and saw how worried Artemis looked, not to mention that their friend was still speaking words that they didn’t understand. Layla sighed angrily, unhappy that she was woken at such an unnaturally early hour.

“Have you tried Google Translate? I heard that’s useful,” Her tone was low with impatience and displeasure, a combination that typically meant trouble with her.

Artemis’ shoulders sunk in conquest, sighing as she did so.

“I did. It didn’t work. None of it made sense,” Artemis rolled her eyes, exhaling through her nose. “You’re welcome to give it a try.”

A silence overtook the small group of friends that were still awake, each one of them trying to think of something to help they’re friend. Minutes had passed when Artemis finally noticed that there was something different about Amelia. Besides the now visible and unfamiliar scars that varied in size were scattered across Amelia’s face and arms, there was slight purple glow coming from her eyes. Grabbing her face, Artemis called for a light to be cast onto the pale, freckled face and body of her friend. A scar had vertically cut itself through Amelia’s left eyebrow and onto her cheek and left a small valley where the skin was once unified. Other scars were scattered across the blonde’s face such as one that rested along her jawbone with one that crossed over it and one that started from the crease of her smile line to her lip. The ones on her arms included the imprinted memories of rope burns and fire to spiked chains and cat-o-nine tail whips. They were all scars that she had never had before.

“H-how? How is this…?” Lucia stuttered as she watched Artemis try to use the small light that she was given for various tests to see how Amelia’s pupils that were hidden behind a dull glowing light.

Tanya shrugged as a response knowing that none of them could give a proper answer. Amelia kept muttering the same words over and over again so much that it had almost became background noise as everyone in the room tried to think of what to do. Everyone had become so lost in thought that they hadn’t noticed that Amelia had completely opened her eyes and stopped her chanting altogether until Artemis had let out a yelp when Amelia had used one hand to grab the scruff of her shirt while the other went to her chin and moved it to make Artemis look into her eyes.

“We have been waiting, child…” Amelia croaked in a voice that would only come from ones deepest nightmares. All the light coming from the window had all but disappeared, making the only light emanate from the eyes of Amelia. “Far too long have we waited for this moment.”

Not even a moment later, the whole room erupted in a bright purple light and all went black.

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A/N: I’m so sorry for all of the time skips I did in this chapter and for the eight month wait you had to endure. I just was really excited to actually get to the main part of the story and wanted to get this chapter over with. I spent a lot of time writing this chapter so then you guys could enjoy it. Also!!! HAPPY HOBBIT DAY!!!! Since I had finished this chapter within the last week, I thought that it would be a nice touch to post it today considering what day it is. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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vapidsoup · 5 years

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anxiety coping mechanisms!

hey guys lately i’ve been relapsing on my panic disorder bc i moved to a new city for uni. nowadays, i feel like i’ve improved a lot since the first day of the move, and i’d like to make a wholesome and hopefully helpful post about things that have helped me calm down during these tough times. if you suffer from anxiety, depression or panic disorders, maybe test these out and see if it helps! we should all stick together and try to help each other during our difficult moments in life, after all! Oh, and please please please feel free to add your own coping mechanisms!! i’d love to hear some more helpful advice! So, without further ado:

when i am anxious I:

Distract myself with skill-focused hobbies. When I was younger and had panic attacks, simply reading my favorite book would help calm me down. Nowadays, I can’t seem to focus on reading when I’m anxious so it’s no longer helpful. Instead, my brain needs an activity which forces it to reallocate its thought process completely, so doing something that requires focus, quick thinking or your total attention is preferable. For me, I find this in drawing, difficult video games, puzzles, or podcasts, but it could be anything that forces you to shift mental gears.

Spend time with loved ones. This one is not always helpful depending on how bad the anxiety is, but I found effective when I can feel it creeping up. Talking to your mother or father, siblings, or of course friends can also help distract from negative feelings. Don’t just talk! Do an activity together, like playing a board game, signing karaoke, even going out together if you feel bold enough. If you surround yourself with supportive and entertaining people, sometimes you may not even notice your anxiety melt away.

Consume positive media. Say you’re too antsy to leave the house or even talk to anyone. That’s totally okay. Sometimes, all you need to start feeling better is your laptop! Watching a funny show has really helped calm me down because it’s a positive experience. I find that stories and music with dark, depressing and negative tones only serve to feed my anxiety. AVOID NEGATIVE VIBES! Stand-up comedy, happy/energetic songs, or even vine compilations can help turn your mood around. During my first week alone, I rewatched 6 seasons of the office. It helped a lot, believe it or not! If you have a friend to watch it with, even better.

Mind my breathing. This is the oldest trick in the book and yet I forget to control my breathing every time. If you find yourself on the verge of or during a panic attack, take deep, regulated breaths. Don’t think about anything else. Just in. And out. In. And out. Concentrate on breathing deeply and regularly for as long as you have to.

Take a shower or bath. A surprisingly helpful trick, in my experience. Warm, soothing water can help calm you down. Washing yourself is also a good physical distraction, especially when movements are repeated, like scrubbing your hair. Lose yourself to the task!

If possible, stay in a comforting environment. This could be just me, but my thoughts are at their worst when it’s nighttime. That’s why I like to stay in a brightly illuminated space when I’m feeling bad. It’s not much, but it does help. I find great comfort in my room, so staying in my comfy bed with stuffed animals has helped calm me down.

Make stuff up! This doesn’t apply to everyone, but I have found that creation has been an excellent means of coping with anxiety. If you are the creative type (regardless of any assumed skill), I strongly encourage you to think of projects you would like to do, and develop them. Are you into writing? Try thinking of a story you would like to tell! A poem you could write! Musician? Try writing some lyrics or even compose your own piece! Artist? Daydream about your dream projects. I would personally recommend working on a story. This entails world-building, characters, plot, settings, specific scenes. most of the ideas I’ve had for stories, tv shows, video games and comic books were born and developed been during times of mental crisis. Whether it’s a script, painting, youtube video, or melody, try to unleash the creator within. It is an astoundingly effective distraction.

And most importantly,

Remember that this, too, shall pass. This simple thought has been the most important aid when dealing with my panic disorder. When I was 10, I went through a terrible time, mentally, and had panic attacks nearly every day. My mother would always tell me the story of a wise king, adored by all and renowned for his seemingly perfect mind. When asked by his subjects the secret to his leadership skills, he pointed at the ring he wore on his finger. Engraved in it were the words “this, too, shall pass.” Whenever he felt powerful and invincible, the ring reminded him to think of the future and prepare for adversities. And when he felt powerless, hopeless, alone, utterly despaired, the ring was a reminder that everything is temporary. One day, things will get better, it could even be tomorrow. So he should never give up the fight because nothing is forever. That story really resonated with me. At my worst, I have to tell myself “This will pass. These emotions are strong and seem like the end of me, but soon I’ll feel better and know that this is nothing.” And sure enough, when the panic passes (because it ALWAYS passes), I think “now I can see how much better I feel. The next time I feel anxious, I must remember how I feel right now, and know that I will feel this way again.” So, when you think the situation is hopeless, know that this, too, shall pass.

These are only some of the tricks I’ve used throughout my whole life to get through panic attacks. Notice how most of these tips are about distracting yourself from the anxiety. During panic attacks or anxious bouts, obsessing over whatever problems you may have, even if they seem urgent or inescapable, rarely helps. The goal of these exercises are to help put you in a different, more reasonable state of mind, which you can later use to tackle adversities in a realistic and healthy way. So really, it’s all about letting yourself breathe, cool down and reset.

So, I hope that this silly post has helped! I wish you all the best!

#long post #mental health #anxiety #panic #panic attack #panic disorder #depression #mental illness #coping #coping mechanism #vapidsoup

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stray-world · 6 years

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Stray Kids Crushing On You

Requested: Nope! Requests are open, my dears!

Bang Chan

He would take you on late night/early morning adventures

Especially if he hasn’t seen you in a while

I’m talking not seeing each other for a little over a week

He’ll show up at your apartment at 1 in the morning and drag you to a convenience store

You both got so much food and just stayed there for an hour

This became a weekly thing

To shy to hold your hand

But will have no shame in running up and hugging you

Going to the movies

Nearly getting kicked out because you both made jokes the entire time

His crush on you was somewhat obvious

If you ever caught onto it, it would suddenly become extremely obvious

You both probably have a simple matching bracelet or necklace

Hella goofy around you

Will become 2x more energetic with you around

Lee Know

A mixture of sweet and playful around you

Will purposely hide things you need

Like your shoes if you say you have to go

Will wait until you finally give up or you get close to angry before giving them to you

Sneaks up behind you and either a) hugs your or b) scares you

Probably won’t hold your hand that often

But will defiently wrap his arm around your shoulders

Or will randomly latch onto your side around the boys

Doesn’t give a crap if you get flustered whenever he shows affection aorund the others

Hell, it just makes him do it more often

If you’re close to figuring out he has a crush on you, he’ll do some weird shiz that makes you question it

Will switch from sweetheart to sassy pants real quick

Please stan this boy, he’s an amazing human

Minho please stop attacking me I’d really appreciate it

Seo Changbin

Oof this kid

Surprisingly is very good at keeping his crush hidden at first

Mainly because he stayed far away from you

You make his heart race anytime he’s close to you, so he did it to save himself from a heart attack

The others pointed out that you thought he hated you

So he went above and beyond to make it known he didn’t hate you

Rarely shows affection

You held onto his hand once to drag him into a shop

His face became a tomato

The members dropping hints 24/7

Invites you out or to wherever he is if he feels stressed or like he’ll break down

He buys you flowers randomly if he notices you’re stressed out

Never added his name, but you caught on after a while

Honestly just an amazing human please give him all the love and affection he deserves/needs

THIS IS NOW MY NEW FAVORITE GIF

Hwang Hyunjin

He adores everything you do

#1 fanboy right here, he’s amazing

Easily flustered near you

Especially if you praise him

You once ended up texting him a whole paragraph about how much of a good dancer he was and this poor boy almost died of happiness

He will forever cherish it

Depending on how close you two are, you probably have a lot of inside jokes

You leaned over and whispered one of them in a restaurant and he almost choked on his drink

And he almost spit at Changbin by accident

Invites you back stage often

You both go on so many adventures

Sometimes you invite the other boys

Low-key has an entire folder on his phone with photos from those adventures

Major goofball around you

Wants to make sure you’re always smiling

much crackhead humor he picked up from his members

Han Jisung

Will worship the ground you walk on

I know I’m exaggerating, but he genuinely adores the hell out of you

The moment you feel sad -

BOOM! A WILD JISUNG APPEARS

Depending on how close you are depends on how much affection he shows you

Though, even if he’s close with you he’ll still blush like a mad man and become flustered

Him physically ‘uwu’ing whenever he sees you

One time you dropped by their recording studio and he accidentally hit his teeth on the mic cause he was staring at you

Hella lot of adventures

Which are mainly subway hopping across all the nearby cities and exploring different shops

Similar to Hyunjin, y’all have so many inside jokes oml

Will invite you over to the dorm and their shows if he can

12/10, he’s an amazing human

Lee Felix

Will low-key use his voice as an advantage

Stumbles over his words

Blushy mess uwu

At random points he’ll get boosts of confidence

Especially if he gets you to laugh

Will ask how your day was

Loves listening to stories you tell

Also loves telling you stories

If you have a test, he’ll buy you some snacks and food for you as well as help you study

Also makes promises of a movie night for the two of you so you can relax

And sends you motivational texts the days leading up to the test, leading up to a paragraph for the day of the test

MORE INSIDE JOKES

Sends you memes at 2 am

You both spent an entire night on facetime with each other and watching vine compilations.

Please don’t break his heart once you have it, he genuinely adores you

Kim Seungmin

Ah, this boy

I’m actually stumped on how he’d act

The guys were the first to notice his crush on you

Because a) he stared at you nonstop when you all had dinner and b) his ears always turned pink when talking to you

Sassy as hell whenever they try to make fun of him

Supportive human

You know how hype he gets for Day6?

Will hype the shizzle out of you if you have a test/interview/etc.

Not as much as he would Day6 but still-

Type to admire you from afar

Super smiley whenever you praise him

Invites you backstage a lot

Called you once because you weren’t there and he was nervous, but you helped calm him down

Sweetheart

Sends you spoilers of his vocals before comebacks

Is always up for shopping adventures with you

This kid is so talented, please stan him

Yang Jeongin

Blushy blushy

All smiles

Sends you motivational messages

Flustered if you ask him how his day was and what happened that day

Loves listening to you talk

If you praise him his entire face lights up so much

Goofy as heck when he’s comfortable around you

Or whenever he’s on a sugar high

The two of you will spend hours running around the city and nearby parks

Puppy love

Took you to a pet cafe and has an entire album of photos of the two of you

Takes so many photos from your guys’ outings, it’s amazing

Helped you study for an exam once and got so flustered and shy when you hugged him after you found out you passed

He will forever cherish that moment

Please stan our maknae and appreciate his beautiful vocals

xX Gifs are NOT mine Xx

The gifs are beautifully made and those of you who make these are gifted (cause this bish can’t make them at all)

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bts-svt-mx · 5 years

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Kiss and Tell (M) - Chapter 1

OT7 x Reader

Author: bts-svt-mx

Rating: Smut, with a side of Humor

Tags: References to alcohol and kickbacks, References to hooking up/sex, smut (in next chapters), non-idol au, humor

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Word Count: 2,760

Description: There’s an argument to be settled amongst your friends. Which one of them is the best at hooking up? In a room full of competitive men, it’s now up to you to settle it. Once and for all.

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“Bullshit!” Hoseok calls out to the rest of the group, his legs launching himself up from his previous position on the couch next to you. “We all know I’ve got game. A girl who spends a night with me never leaves unsatisfied,” A cocky smirk plastered on his face, he looks around the room for one of you to back him up on his claim.

But instead of anyone’s voice of support, a scoff echoes from the loveseat situated at the corner of the large living area of the Bangtan Boy’s shared home. “That’s not what the girl from the bar said last night,”

Yoongi’s words come out pretty quietly but that doesn’t stop the room full of the boys and you from bursting into laughter at the aftermath of Hoseok’s conquest from the night before.

Confusion at Yoongi’s words flash across Hoseok’s face.

Poor boy. So blissfully unaware of the fact that once he was done with his quickie in the bar’s bathroom, that same girl had passed by the rest of us with her friend complaining about how the dickdown she just got would never compare to Jaehyun. Whoever that might be.

Meanwhile, Hobi came strolling out looking like he just won a gold medal in the Olympics of Bar Hookups.

The reason for Hoseok’s outburst had been a result of the most recent conversation topic of what was supposed to be a nice sober game night, but what had ended up as a full on drunken kickback.

There were a few of your other friends over earlier in the night, but they had since gone home. Leaving you with your 7 best guy friends all around you.

It was a rare time in all of your lives. Every single one of you were officially single.

This hadn’t been the case since you had first met the crazy group of men 3 years ago. At any given time, one or more of you had always been in a relationship.

Unsurprisingly, Namjoon had been the last one of the group to still be boo-ed up, but his girlfriend of 2 and a half years recently broke it off due to her feeling like they were ‘growing apart’. Though it was still a relatively sore subject for Namjoon, it meant that all 8 of you were now simultaneously single for the first time in forever.

When no one replies to Hobi’s frantic questioning of what had happened after he left the girl last night, he plops back down on the couch next to you in a huff of frustration. The temper tantrum, making you subsequently bounce in place from the returned weight the couch had to hold again.

From next to you on the other side, Taehyung’s low voice chimes in. “Well I think we can all agree that I’m the best kisser of the group,” His eyebrows wiggle as he sneakily nudges you in your side.

His simple touch sends you back in time a year and a half ago to when Taehyung and you briefly had a very secretive hookup. And you mean very brief and very secretive. Like so brief it was only one kiss.

Okay maybe two kisses. And also a full on makeout session, but that’s besides the point.

Ultimately, you both decided it wasn’t the time for either of two to get into a relationship that could ruin not only your friendship but the whole group’s dynamic.

You didn’t tell any of the other boys. Not even Jimin, the one you were closest to out of the group.

Just Taehyung and you knew about your own little fling and that was how it was going to stay.

The rest of the room was too busy to notice Taehyung’s telling gesture to you as his statement had sent everyone into a heated debate ranging from who was the best kisser to who was the best at sex to who got the most girls.

There were too many voices shouting at one time to be able to decipher anything they were trying to say. And quite honestly all you really were taking away from this whole debacle was that this was simply a group of competitive boys just trying to win at whatever weird game this became.

You were no stranger to hooking up. But to save face, your lips were sealed, electing to not take part in this debacle.

You’ve had your own fair share of hookups in the past and even a boyfriend or two in the last few years. Quite honestly, you were very confident about your own skills in that area but you’ll never understand the need for boys to try to one up each other over their abilities. Is it really that important?

“Remember that one time when I hooked up with 3 different sorority girls in one night?” Jimin said jumping up in front of Jin.

“Oh yeah? Have any of you ever had a girl camp out outside of your dorm room to try to get you to take her back after only a week of being with her?” Jin chimed in talking a hundred words a second.

“They didn’t vote me best kisser senior year in high school for no reason!” Taehyung barked at Yoongi.

“Well I-”

“Oh my god will you all just put your fucking dicks away?!” Your sudden outburst silenced the room, each of the boy’s attention now turned towards your position on the couch.

Now that certainly shut them up.

“I don’t know why you bother arguing about this. There really isn’t a way for any of you to prove whatever the hell you’re trying to prove, now is there? So what’s the point in arguing?” You explain, leaning back against the plush sofa crossing your arms.

The initial shock of your uncharacteristic outburst dissipates, but your friends are still relatively silent, save for Jungkook munching on his snacks in front of the tv that’s playing random vine compilations on Youtube as background noise. Come to think of it, the youngest boy was the only one who wasn’t really participating in the heated discussion you just single handedly ended. Or so you thought you had ended.

“Well… There is one way we can prove who’s the best at hooking up,” Immediately, your eyes snap up to Jin who’s sitting on a different couch opposite of the loveseat Yoongi occupied. His face is twisted into an expression you can only describe as pure mischief. Oh god, that’s the same look he gets before he’s about to say one of his absolutely terrible dad jokes.

But what he says next is no joke. “You could be the one to decide for us, Y/N.”

You don’t even get a chance to fully comprehend what he means by his suggestion before Jimin pipes in.

“Hyung what do you mean? Y/N’s never hooked up with any of us before. How would she know who’s the best at it?”

A pang of guilt runs through you once again at Jimin’s words. You can feel Taehyung’s strong, questioning gaze on you. Had he thought you would have told Jimin by now? You did both agree to keep it a secret, but maybe he just assumed you would tell your best friend about it anyways.

But you would never betray that kind of trust.

All of that sticky situation aside, right now you just needed to figure out what the hell has gotten into Seokjin.

“Yeah, Jin. Exactly, how would I know?” You inquire further.

Jimin was partially correct about you having no clue how good the boys, minus Taehyung, were at.. Well, you know.

“See that’s the thing..” The tall, broad shouldered man speaks slowly, tip toeing around his point.

You didn’t know what Jin was trying to suggest but nothing could prepare you mentally for the next few words that came out of his mouth.

“Now don’t kill me, but what if you did hook up with each of us? That way we could have someone in common to tell us which one of us is the best!”

Jin’s suggestion makes Jungkook swivel around to face the group again now at full attention in this conversation, Yoongi sits up straight from his previous slouching position, coughing up his rum and coke, Namjoon looks up from his phone, and from what you can tell, the rest of the boys’ focus was already on Jin. Each of their looks seeming like they were just as every bit as flabbergasted at his suggestion as you were.

If you could look at yourself in a mirror right now, you’re sure your eyebrows would be past your forehead. What in the actual fuck could have persuaded Jin to suggest for you to pimp yourself out to your friends? You have no control over what he thinks in his own head, but to suggest, to your entire friend group that you should hook up with each of them? To settle a goddamn score?

You don’t know whether to applaud his courage or sock him in the face.

Wait... Why didn’t you automatically get up and beat his ass for his stupid suggestion? Was it because your friends had yet to object to Jin’s idea? Or the fact that the idea didn’t immediately seem to repulse you.. or any of the boys for that matter?

As you looked around the room, none of your friend’s eyes would meet your own. Each of them looking around at each other, but no one looking at you. Not even Taehyung, who has already had his tongue down your throat, dared to look you in the eye.

Could this be any more awkward? What could they all be thinking right now? The silence in the room was only filled by those dumb vine compilations in the background. But those videos can only save the group for so long before they too go silent when the video ends.

The silence had given you time to think though.

There was no arguing with the fact that the boys you chose to spend your time with were all very, very attractive. Like stupidly attractive. Seriously, the whole group had really won the genetic lottery.

You had accepted the fact that you were attracted to all of them ever since the first day you had met them. But seeing as you had a boyfriend for the first couple of months of being their friend, you had only ever developed stronger attraction to Taehyung, thus resulting in the brief fling you had with him after you had broken up with said douchebag boyfriend from before.

But you most certainly weren’t in love with any of them.

No, that would be too cliche right?

Sure, you’ve had a daydream or two about Jin’s broad shoulders, or Hoseok’s hip thrusts in the club. Hell, even about Yoongi’s hands and maybe even your best friend Jimin’s plush lips.

But you couldn’t hook up with them just to judge their sexual abilities. For starters, what would happen to your friendship with them? Maybe the boys would be fine with each other after, but would you be able to go back to normal with them after this?

Second, you were sure they didn’t even find you attractive. And you didn’t want them to feel obligated to do this just because they didn’t want to hurt your feelings. Which is ridiculous because you weren’t even the one who suggested this in the first place! Jin was, and he didn’t even consult the boys before doing so.

You had to admit, by no means were you even close to being ugly, but from what you have seen, each of their own tastes in girls differed greatly from each other and certainly away from the way you looked.

Your inner monologue had kept you so distracted that you almost missed the small voice from across the room.

“I mean... I’m down as long as Y/N is okay with it?” You weren’t sure who it was going to be to break the silence, but you definitely did not think it was going to be Jungkook.

Your eyes immediately go to his, surprised to find that his big doe eyes were already on you.

Did Jungkook, the most innocent of the boys, the one who didn’t even participate in the original argument over who was the best out of the seven of them, the one you jokingly referred to as your baby boy, just agree to hooking up with you?

Someone needed to give you a swift pinch on the arm. You really must be dreaming here.

You were going to stop this before it got out of hand, you really were. Truly, your intentions were nothing but to put an end to this ridiculous offer.

But then, one by one, each of the men in front of you chimed in to agree with Jungkook on the fact that, if you were willing, they’d be more than happy to hook up with you.

For “the cause”, of course.

The cause being who could give a girl (well now, you) the best time.

Your apprehension must have been evident on your face because suddenly Namjoon is in front of you crouching on his knees. Ever the prince charming to come to your rescue.

“Y/N, we can all say that we’d be ok with this, but you’re just as much a part of this as we all are. Frankly even more of a part of this, than any of us are,” Namjoon states, matter of factly. He always did have his head screwed on the sturdiest out of all of your friends. Always the one to help you make sense of everything when something got too overwhelming for you.

He continues. “So if you don’t want to do this, none of us would blame you. We can all go back to the next drinking game and get so shit-faced that we forget this ever happened.”

As your brain tries to process that this situation is actually real, the words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. “How could you all be agreeing to this? You would all really do it? I mean come on, none of you even think I’m pretty!”

Figures. Out of everything in this situation, of course you would subconsciously be the most concerned about that. The most shallow of concerns. You hadn’t meant for that particular worry to be expressed by you, but now it was out and you couldn’t take it back.

A chorus of different levels of scoffs, laughs, and a giggle from Jimin fill the air. “Are you blind Y/N? Our attraction to you should be at the bottom of your list of worries when it comes to this,” Hoseok says with a grin, his eyes running along your body, unashamed.

He had never done that before. At least to your knowledge. “Trust me when I say that we all find you to be incredibly hot,” He adds.

Agreement from the rest of the room emphasizes his point and in a way, some of the tension is released from you knowing that at the very least, you don’t have to worry about them doing this out of obligation when they’re not actually attracted to you.

“As much as I might- I mean we might want to try out this little experiment, you are first and foremost, our friend.” Namjoon has taken a hold of your hand now. His eyes filled with honesty and a reminder of the years of trust you’ve built with him. Well, with the whole group, actually.

Over the years you had truly formed a special bond with each and every one of them. So much so that you would fight to the death for any of the men in front of you. You had all been through a lot together. Heartbreak, loss, celebrations, birthdays, late night crying sessions (mostly coming from you on that one), and nothing has changed the way any of you had treated each other.

“So if you told us, right now, to fuck off, we can just go back to our regularly scheduled kickback like I said before and drop the conversation entirely. Forget Jin even suggested it in the first place.”

You find yourself unable to look away from him as Namjoon’s calming aura is the only thing keeping you from overthinking this whole situation too much. Well, him and the trace of alcohol still running through your system.

“It’s your call, Y/N,” Namjoon’s low voice travels through your connected hands and straight down to your core. Woah, you had never felt that feeling with Namjoon before.

You found yourself chasing that feeling as it fades slowly within you, wanting more of that feeling. More of him...

Alright, you had to make a decision sooner or later, and you could still feel everyone staring at you and Namjoon, eagerly awaiting your answer.

You had to be fully honest with yourself. You were actually getting kind of, excited about trying this out? The prospect of actually getting to evaluate your friends on something so fragile and important to a man interested you beyond belief.

You could make or break them in this friend group. Decide who would be the butt of every joke about getting any until who knows when. You didn’t know exactly what you were feeling about this, but you knew it wasn’t a bad feeling. No, not a bad feeling at all.

Most importantly though, you felt safe doing this with them. And of course, there was the fact that you got to hook up with seven insanely beautiful men.

Oh, who were you kidding? There was no way you could pass up this opportunity.

So you prepared yourself to give them the answer they had all been waiting for.

“Ok, I’ll do it. But there’s going to have to be some rules,”

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A/N: More to come soon!!! Just the first chapter of my first OT7 series. Each member will get their own chapter, coming soon :)

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ghostheadcanons · 5 years

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Papas + Copia: S/O has a Broken Bone

Anonymous said:

Because I broke my leg this week and am confined to bed rest.... Papas and Cardi C reacting to/caring for s/o who has broken a bone and is in a metric fuck ton of pain? 🖤

Oh no, Anon...! I’m so sorry you broke your leg!! I have a whole ton of asks in my inbox now and it would’ve taken me forever to get to this one, so I pulled it off the top. Don’t worry! The Papas and Cardi C are here to the rescue!!

Papa Nihil:

He knows what it’s like to break bones and mess up your body, especially because he’s older.

He wouldn’t leave your side for a minute--if he can, he has you moved back to the Ministry so he can keep an eye on you. If not, he’ll come and visit every day.

Sister Imperator would also come to visit you, bringing books and anything else you might ask for. She knows exactly how boring it can get being stuck in bed.

Forget hospital food--Nihil makes you food every day. The man’s one hell of a cook! His food is legendary for being delicious in the clergy. Papa III tries to sneak some because his father rarely cooks anymore, but Nihil slaps him with a wooden spoon. No! That is for cara mia, not for you! You are old enough to make your own meals!!

He brings enough for you, Imperator, and himself. With the two of them there, you’ll have plenty of company while you’re recovering.

Papa I:

He would also stay by your side.

He brings you fresh flowers for your room every day, and other things to brighten up the place. You’re going to be here for awhile, lamb, he might as well.

Doesn’t cook for you, but he would make you tea, with leaves from his own garden. It’s meant to lift your spirits, and it works like a charm.

For the pain, he brews herbal cures and infuses them with magic--it’s much more effective than the pain medication they give you, without the possibilities of addiction that come with opiates.

If you need anything, he’ll have one of his ghouls fetch it for you. Books, art supplies, anything to make your time in bed a little less taxing.

All the while, he’s preparing a magical cure that will mend your leg much faster than it would have mended on its own. You can expect to be out of bed much sooner than expected!

Papa II:

You know how Papa II isn’t the type of guy to stay with you the whole time when you’ve got a cold?

Broken bones are different.

He would bring his paperwork and other things into the room with you, so he can still work while being with you.

If you need anything at all, he’ll fetch it himself for you. Personally.

If you broke your leg doing something stupid, you know he’s going to scold you for it. “I told you to be careful, caro, and look what happened. You could have been killed!”

But he figures being stuck in bed for the coming weeks is more than enough of a punishment, and doesn’t get on your case too much.

He’d do his best to preserve your sense of independence, what little’s left of it--he’s well aware of how helpless it feels to be trapped with a broken bone.

Even long after you’re asleep for the night, he continues to watch over you.

Papa III:

Clear his schedule for the next six to eight weeks--you’re the only thing he’s concerned about!

He’s the best bedside companion. Vine compilations, movies, books, TV, videogames...this man will provide all of those things! The two of you can laugh together at the silly things on the screen, or get invested a videogame.

He would want to know exactly how you broke your leg--if he wasn’t there when it happened, anyway. Knowing the pair of you, it could very well have been something stupid the two of you were doing.

You can bet he feels guilty about it, if that’s the case.

But at least you’ll have a story to tell after all of this, eh?

If he can, he’d want to have you out of bed and in a wheelchair as soon as possible. Forget this boring old room, tesoro--let’s get you out and about!

Cardinal Copia:

Like Papa II, he brings his work to your room so he can be by your side while you recover.

He takes care of remembering your medications and making sure you’re getting enough food and water.

If you want to talk to him, he’ll stop work and have conversations with you--though let’s be honest, he’s going to be asking you lots of questions anyway. “How are you feeling? Are you in any pain, topolino? Do you need anything?”

He would cook your favorite meals for you. His cooking skills might not be as legendary or well-known as Nihil’s, but he’s a damn good chef, either way, as you know.

If he absolutely can’t be with you, he leaves a few of his rats to keep an eye on you. Just tell them if you need him, though, and he’ll come running!

Once it comes time for physical therapy, he’s going to be with you every step of the way, no matter how difficult it gets. He’s the best motivator.

#I hope you feel better soon!!!#ghost #ghost bc #papa nihil #papa i #papa ii #papa iii #injury #fluff #health #ghost headcanons #ghost bc headcanons #headcanons

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affectedexistence · 5 years

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Get to know me tag! I was tagged by @whoshugginghop

Name: Meg

Birth year: 1991. I was born in a mirror world.

Sign: Fishies do the swim-swim.

Put your playlist on shuffle and name the first five songs

1. “Spirit Cold” Tall Heights

2. “Ribbon” Billie Marten

3. “In the Beginning” Fahrenhaidt, Alice Merton

4. “The Night We Met” Lord Huron

5. “Until the Levee” Joy Williams

Grab the nearest book and turn to page 23. What’s the 17th line?

All of my book-books are in the closet of doom with all of my other earthly possessions, so picking from the top of my kindle library instead. Which means this is coming from a free Kindle read that I haven’t actually read. I also had to go to page 24 because the Kindle skipped from 22 to 24. Will I ever read this book? Probably not.

“-other faiths and developed her own brand of spirituality. But she hadn’t wanted to-”

(The Snow Gypsy by Lindsay Jayne Ashford)

Ever had a song or poem written about you?

Don’t think so. If you’ve written one about me (or want to take this opportunity to do so), let me know and send it my way. Especially if it’s a diss track. Keep me humble, folks. I do know people who have based characters off of me for their scripts, which has always been super flattering.

When was the last time you played air guitar?

Probably a week ago, at my dad’s wedding reception. Twas much good times, and the band was fantastic. If you’re in Southern CA, I highly recommend them. They’re OC based, and they’re called Ragdoll. They did a series of classic rock covers and the female vocalist did a great job on Stevie Nicks songs. They were also super fun with the wedding group and let guests come up and sing with them, including the bride and groom. Previous to this, they’ve been one of my dad’s favorite bands, so he was super stoked that they did the reception. Check them out!

Celebrity crush(es)

In the traditional sense of a crush, eh. Ace/Aro here. But in the Friend-Crush kind of way, I think Robbie Sheehan would just be fantastically fun to be around. Him or Brendan Urie. Talented folks who I imagine could only make a person better to be around.

What’s a sound you hate/love?

hate: chewing (if I can still hear you while wearing headphones blasting my music at full volume, you need to figure that shit out), fireworks (too unpredictable, the fourth of july is a nightmare, I feel nauseous the whole day), crying (not just like light crying, but that broken-hearted, nothing you can do to help, defeated sort of cry where it’s like the person’s soul is trying to flee them. it’s so hard to be around when I know I can’t do anything to help), animal pain shrieks (they deserve nothing but snuggles), background noise (I have tinnitus, which means I’m already sorting through lots of noise in my head to listen to people, when there’s music playing or someone else talking really loudly in the same room, I have a hard time hearing what people are saying because I can’t sift through all of the stimulus, and I hate having to ask them to repeat it five or six times)

love: waves, rain (also the smell of rain is perfection), blasting music in the car, my sister singing, cats purring, that little whine that dogs do when they want ear scratches, weirdly I like the sound of fabric rubbing against fabric (like that sheet noise that happens when you’re all snugged up in bed and you shift and the topsheet rubs against the bottom sheet. I don’t know why, but I really like that sound), towel-drying hair, shower (any kind of running water, honestly), the voices of people I feel safe around (jane, val, my parents, my sister, my new step-sister, my grandma, my cousin, my aunts and uncles)

Do you believe in ghosts?

To me it’s one of those things where I kind of want to believe, and there are times when I get close, but I don’t really believe in them. I think it’s not entirely impossible that if individual particles are capable of time-travel, that many particles could be time-traveling at the same time in which case an impression of a person or figure could be witnessed, but I don’t really believe in souls, so it’s kind of impossible for me to really believe in the traditional sort of ghosts.

Do you believe in aliens?

Insomuch as do other lifeforms exist outside of Earth, obviously. Perhaps even something resembling animal life, even intelligent life. But intelligent humanoids within our ability to contact? Profoundly unlikely.

Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

I love driving, and have driven cross-country six times. I’ve never crashed, though I have been in an accident during one of my cross-country drives where a van pulled into my lane, almost knocked me under a sixteen-wheeler, and then sped off down the next exit when I pulled off to the side. Also of note, I was in a convertible at the time, and if they’d hit me any harder, I probably would have gotten thrown under the trailer and gotten decapitated.

Last book you read?

Oh, gosh. I couldn’t tell you. I have a tendency to read multiple books at a time and I have been focusing of script reading the past few months. Book-wise, the last few I’ve been cycling through are Snow Queen by Joan D. Vinge, The Black Mage series by Rachel E. Carter, and basically any other female protag fantasy I can get my hands on because I love that shit unconditionally. Even the garbage. If it’s staring a female character who defies all expectations put on her by a patriarchal fantasy culture, I will eat it up with my bare fucking hands. SOUND LIKE A STORY YOU KNOW? TELL ME ABOUT IT AND I WILL DEVOUR IT. I also have a soft-spot in my heart for anything fantasy-assassin related.

Do you like the smell of gasoline?

I’m indifferent? It doesn’t bother me, but I’m not going to go shove my face in it.

Last movie you saw?

Bohemian Rhapsody, I’m not big on features but it was alright.

Do you have any obsessions right now?

Umbrella Academy as Vines Compilations.

Do you tend to hold grudges?

Not if it’s for a wrong done to me, but I will hold a grudge forever if I think someone is fucking with people I care about. Like you can treat me like shit and I’ll probably be able to move past it because I have a lot of issues and I need people to like me, but if you fuck with my family (which for me includes my friends, without question) then I will never forgive or forget.

Are you in a relationship right now?

Yes. I am happily committed to my Playstation 4. Ours is a pure love. We stay up late talking into the wee hours of the morn. We rarely have communication issues, but when we do, I immediately seek to rectify the problem.

So no. And not looking either. Not my jam.

I’ll tag... YOU! IF YOU’RE READING TO THIS POINT THEN YOU ARE CLEARLY INVESTED AND NOW YOU HAVE TO DO IT, I DON’T MAKE THE RULES, I JUST ANNOUNCE THEM IN ALL CAPS.

#whoshugginghop #just meg things #too many answers #you probably didn't want to know #but here they are #nevertheless

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lethesomething · 6 years

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Small update from the lethey front. I was super excited to finally have vacation and get all kinds of stuff written up and, um.

Brain says no.

It’s basically made of mud right now and every time I try to sit down to do the thing with the words, it takes forever and looks bad. So sorry about that. I know some of you were looking forward to things like the Shinsou Cat Café thing; It looks like that will be delayed until my brain is willing to function again.

I’ve had this before, where I work a little too hard and then as soon as I slow down I Immediately Get Sick. It seems this time, instead of my body, my brain just shut down completely. It’s a bummer and honestly, I’m getting kinda bored because I can’t even work up the energy for games or like... full length shows. I’ve been watching vine compilations for three weeks now because that’s about the attention span my stupid brain can handle. If I see one more YEET I’m going to lose it. The ones that say ‘rare vines’ are lying they’re all just Thomas Sanders. Send help.

#i am mud #booo #lethey whines

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captainred-handedjill · 6 years

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30 Questions, 20 Blogs

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

I was tagged by the lovely @yohoyohoadisneylifeforme

Thanks for tagging me!! :D

Nickname(s): I’ve actually never been given one that I’m called regularly 😂 Maybe as an inside joke or as a term of endearment from my family like mi niña (my girl) or mi vida (my life) something along those lines (these terms are said very casually and lovingly amongst fam particularly matriarchs to other young females)

Gender: Female

Sign: Capricorn

Height: 5’3”

Time: 11:45 pm

Fav band(s): Maroon 5, Queen and Jackson 5 are ones I can always jam to but honestly don’t have fav bands. Mostly it’s Broadway and Disney lol

Fav solo artist(s): I guess Darren Criss, Jeremy Jordan, Carrie Hope Fletcher, Tori Kelly, Rihanna, Whitney Houston, Frank Sinatra, Gloria Estefan, Celia Cruz, but I just really appreciate anyone who has a good voice tbh

Song stuck in my head: Thinking Out Loud (for some reason just popped into my head lol 😂 my mind is never ending, constantly changing radio station)

Last movie I saw: Pacific Rim Uprising (a friend of mine had a press pass and she took me as her plus one so yay!! 😆)

Last show I watched: I think Riverdale just to see what that mess of a show was up to lol 😂

When did I create my blog: I think June of last year? I deleted my old blog because it was too disorganized and it bothered me lol

What do I post: primarily fandom stuff like Disney, Star Wars, Marvel, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, etc., Christian posts that I agree with and I think would be good vibes for anyone to see regardless of your beliefs, things that make me smile and laugh like dogs, cats, other animals, vine compilations, memes, etc. ☺️

Last thing I Googled: technically the tumblr website on my laptop lol

Do I have any other blogs: yep yep don’t wanna spam people with all the fandom trash I enjoy lol especially Broadway

Do I get asks: very rarely

Why did I chose my URL: I was always obsessed with the live action version of Peter Pan with Jeremy Sumpter and Wendy said that would be her pirate name so I just added the captain in front and boom there it is 😂

Following: Over 300

Followed by: Over 100

Average hours of Sleep: depends on the time of year; nowadays maybe 6-7 hours? Hopefully 😂 I may be too sleep deprived to really calculate math well anymore lol

Lucky number: Don’t really believe in that. My fav number is 7 though 😄

Instruments: piano, ukulele, and my voice? Maybe? Idk if I sound that good but eh whatever I’ll make that count to sound interesting lmao

What I am wearing: my pjs

Dream job: Maybe someday working in theater or being the CFO of Disney or both lol who knows what the future holds? God willing I’ll do something that makes me happy and can help others ☺️

Dream trip: going to Cuba when it is finally free and standing on Varadero Beach so I can understand what my mom and grandmother always rave about whenever they reminisce about the past (My fam is legally here btw/they’re all US citizens/don’t come for me Trump 😂)

Fav food: Italian and Cuban bread with anything that tastes good like cream cheese, butter, nutella, croquetas, it’s all fire 🙏🙏🙏

Nationality: Cuban-American 😄

Fav song: That’s too hard; I love music too much to pick a favorite

Last book I read: I’ve started reading An Ember in the Ashes and it’s really good so far! 😍

Top 3 fictional universes I wanna join: The Wizarding World, Any Disney Film realm (maybe Atlantica or Atlantis the most) and the Marvel Cinematic Universe

I’m going to tag: @yohoyohoadisneylifeforme you don't have to do again obvi but I really would like to get to know you, you seem very sweet, @always-completely-forever @the-blue-fairie @wildebelle @poppypng @ladytharen @pozolegirl @damsnacks @makana-obie @disneylover24 @percyyoulittleshit @broadwayreprise @bigherosixed @lipsredasroses @geek-fashionista @fangirling @africant @queenelinor @ohmytheon @joker-ace

#personal #replies #tagged

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joyfuldamnation · 6 years

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i couldn't decide, so: 1, 8, 11, 15, 28

1. If someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch and listen to?

I got this question twice and I’m going to answer it two different ways. One with what matches my personality and one with what influenced me. This is the latter.

Read: Harry Potter. But, like, disregard the whole epilogue and read some fanfic insteadWatch: Vine compilations. Just rewatch the one you sent me. It didn’t influence me but I feel like a better version of myself after watching it I’m so full of shit 😂Listen to: Weightless - All Time Low. It’s not my favourite song by them but it’s what got me into them and they’re my boys and I’d die for them. That influential enough for ya?

8. What musical artists have you felt connected to in your life time?

^All Time LowPVRISSpecial mentions to Hozier, Lorde and Niall Horan whose albums I’ve had on repeat for the past week or so

11. Describe your ideal day.

It’s fairly cool, sweater weather. I’m snuggled in a blanket. Maybe reading, maybe not, I’m not in any rush. It’s starting to rain a bit. I haven’t decided if anyone else is there just yet. This is pretty tame but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

15. 5 most influential books over your life time.

I got this one twice too but I’m going to keep the answer the same for both because it was hard enough thinking of 5 influential books, I can’t even fathom 10! Also I’m trying not to be predictable so I’m not putting hp in here

imma copy/paste idgaf

1. Vampire Academy. It was the first series I loved (that wasn’t hp) and got me into fan fiction. I’m honestly still a sucker for Rose/Dimitri2. All For The Game obviously3. The Raven Cycle. Both aftg and trc brought friends into my life and I’ll love them forever for that. Also they’re excellent books 4. Carry On for a weird reason. Not because I loved the book (I did enjoy it very much but it’s not at “influential” status) but because it got me into a ship I’d never considered? I’m honestly struggling thinking of books so this and the next are filler5. Okay I lied, I can’t think of a fifth, even as a filler. God, how do people do this? Tell me your 5 most influential books

28. On a scale of 1 to 10, how hard is it to get under your skin?

It’s VERY easy to get under my skin but it’s a lot harder to get me to show it. I’m a good actor (in my opinion but I don’t get called out for it so 🤞🏻) and I rarely blow up at people. I tend to hold grudges too but, like, quietly

ask me stuff

#have you seen that vine where a guy is strumming a guitar and saying ‘I love you...bitch. and I ain’t ever gon stop livin you...bitch’?#that’s me @ u #neveronceintoit #ask

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rhapsodyinblue45 · 7 years

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"For she had always been swayed by a beautiful mind, an exquisite heart, and a corridor of thoughts so extensive that time stood still when they spoke." Rhapsody -- thoughts on falling in love

For years, she had felt misunderstood, entangled in unspoken passions, and then, they met. He intuited her thoughts, peeled back layers of vulnerability, burrowed in her unflattering ways, and wrote them lovingly within the scripture of his skin. He became translucent eyes staring through her, reflecting back his deepest feelings. Conversations ensued– silent code encrypted through fingers, inflections curled in the tissue of the night’s clouds. He breathed her in, nourished his thoughts with hers, and expelled a rare compilation so enriched in leathered skin and gold leaf, she stood in breathtaking wonder. How could it be that all these thoughts were co-constructed through chance? How could hearts be teased by the blissful romance of minds intersecting, detecting all that came before and had ever been? How could she perceive a world where he did not exist? How could intimacy exceed naked limbs to realms so profound the two might be forever woven as vines around the trunks of time?

the art of loving a mind and heart // Rhapsodyinblue45

#poetry #poem #writerscreed #verse #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #fall in love with his mind

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zitavoros · 5 years

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happy thoughts

I wanted to take a moment to write about the small things in life that bring joy.

These past few weeks have been stressful beyond belief, and I let myself be overwhelmed completely by negativity. That's not to say that I feel any better whatsoever, having gotten through the week, but instead of thinking (or writing) about it, I wanted to make a list of things that bring small moments of happiness.

Writing down positive things and moments of gratitude can actually improve mental health. Not only mental health, but optimism can help improve physical well-being as well. Optimism can help people struggling with depression with various coping mechanisms such as participating in more exercise, abstaining from substance abuse, and lowering stress by focusing on outlets like humour to cope with problems. All in all, small doses of optimism can benefit everyone, and while it may be hard, it’s good to take part in it.

If you're feeling down or helpless, take a moment to reflect and write your own list. It may help a lot, it may not, but if anything, you have a list of things you can look back on that bring some form of happiness to your life.

In no particular order, here are 100 things that make me happy:

Lemons

All the ranges of the colour yellow

Pantone Yellow 012

The number 2, my favourite number (which is also yellow)

Stickers

When the laundry creases in the right places the first time and I can fold it perfectly without re-doing it multiple times

When a doodle looks as good as a finished piece

Beating personal records, whether it's in video games, workouts, or anything else

Learning a new skill, or discovering a new method of doing something

New episode release of a treasured TV show

Beautiful camera shots in cinema

Costume design in movies

My planner

Plot twists that have not been spoiled, that were shocking and wonderful to see unfold

New office supplies, especially pens of different colours

When you are able to reply with a funny quip at the right moment in a conversation, and everyone laughs with you

Enamel pins of unique art

Miniature containers of Play-doh

Unscented body lotion

The lilac blossom candle that smells like our backyard in Hungary

Highlighting something in a perfectly straight line

Odd numbers, especially ending in 5

The firetruck red colour of the number 5

Putting on brand new glasses and seeing leaves

When nails are long enough to shape and file

Organizing workspaces

Throwing out old papers that are no longer needed

Freshly vacuumed carpets

Absence of pain

Knick-knacks

Miniatures

Homemade soap

Turning off all lights except for the string lights in my bedroom

Kinetic sand

Happy family photos, before we grew up

Freshly baked bread

Cats

Cute drawings of desserts and foods

When everything is in its right place, right container, right order, correctly aligned in all manners

Labels, especially when on containers

The feeling of relief when an assignment, job application, project, or other form of work is finished and submitted

Symmetry

Succulents and other houseplants

Fresh air, on a day that is just perfect

Your favourite team winning a close game

Daffodil (my cat) running into my room and meowing at me

Waking up and having your hair still look great

Outfits that are comfortable as well as look flattering

Daisies

Floral drawings

Vintage drawings, especially botanical in nature

Warm sweaters and gloves

Restful sleep

My SPF Chapstick that somehow smells like Trix cereal and makes my lips super soft

Messages from people who I haven't heard from in a long time, saying "I was just thinking about you"

Being alone in nature

Shower after a long day or a difficult workout

Textured painting brushes in Photoshop

Sparky, my Dalmatian beanie baby I've had forever

Checking an item off my to-do list

Random acts of kindness from others

Going shopping specifically for a little bit of junk food when it's just "one of those days"

Lidl

Glasses of water

When anxiety medication does its wonders

Polaroids using expired film

The moment when you finish cleaning the bathroom and it's like-new

Cancelling plans

Being able to breathe through my nose

Vaccines

Not feeling hungry

A successful full cracking of the knuckles, back and neck

Apple pancakes with cinnamon sugar on top

Ice skating

Skiing

Hot chocolate with mini marshmallows and a tiny bit of peppermint sprinkled

Crockpot meals, especially when made for the first time ever

Sharp X-acto knives

Papercutting small plants from coloured papers and gluing them together

New songs / albums from artists I love

Wholesome photos, stories and other content about people / animals

Successful fundraisers

Funny vine compilations

Pencil sharpeners

Winning at a raffle

Starbucks strawberry frappuchinos with whipped cream

Whenever Hungary is mentioned or featured in mainstream media (movies, TV), or positively represented in any way in the US (articles about food, etc.)

Pöttyös Túró Rudi (A Hungarian sweet)

Rakott krumpli (my favourite Hungarian dish)

Csiga soup noodles

Brand new art supplies

Buzzfeed's Tasty videos that actually look good

Getting e-mails from real people (not spam or mailing lists)

A well-lit room

Baths with bath bombs and all the time in the world

The rare occasions I wear makeup and feel good

When I can wear what I want, without gendered expectations or constraints

Cute dresses and high heels

Nice slacks and button-down shirt with a vest

Good hugs

#musings #zitavoros #zita voros #blog #happiness #optimism #happy things #daffodil no

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