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slttygeto · 6 months

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HEART TO HEART : GOJO SATORU

what is heart to heart? a show in which we bring two people who have history together to ask them a couple of interesting, heartbreaking questions.

today's episode: 27 year old Gojo Satoru broke up with his girlfriend 4 years ago, yet he cannot move on. does she feel the same? and does a person really not move on even after four years?

note: i started this…without a second thought. i dont know where its going or if its gonna do well. but i enjoyed it very much

a cold room, a white set, two chairs and a table—satoru gojo knew that the point of this very simple and minimalistic set was to make him feel vulnerable and uncomfortable, but a tiny vase would’ve been appreciated.

“why did you two break up?”

the ivory haired man leans back in his chair with a dry chuckle, fingers drumming along the surface of the wooden table.

“I was insecure,” he admits rather bitterly. “I just had a lot of things to work on, and letting go of her seemed like the right thing to do.”

“do you miss her?”

“oh, absolutely,” there’s a smile on his face when he says that, and sits up straight with his hands clasped together (an indicator that he was most likely anxious to be asked such vulnerable question). he goes on to squeeze his hands a bit and his lips are sealed shut for a bit before opening them again. “I thought to myself that I wouldn’t find love for a while after her—but it’s been four years, and I cannot get myself to move on.”

“has she moved on?”

“maybe? I’m not sure,” he lets out a nervous laugh and looks away from the camera before holding his head in his hands, there was a mental battle going on inside his head—before he finally decides to speak again. “I actually stalked her instagram account last week through a mutual friend and… I didn’t see a man on any of the pictures. she could just be super private.”

“was she private about being with you?”

“she would post pictures here and there, we didn’t like to keep our relationship a secret.”

gojo is handed a blindfold and he neatly wraps it around his eyes and waits, heart thumping loudly in his chest.

when you were asked by a friend if you would do this interview, a part of you was a bit hesitant just because you weren’t sure if you wanted to air out your love life like this and have to deal with the consequences of a potential future lover being upset about it—but when you were told that it was gojo satoru, your ex-boyfriend whom you dated for 3 years and were planning on building a future with—that is until it abruptly ended with no warnings whatsoever. perhaps you ignored the tornado warnings? were there even any to begin with? you will never know because you blocked him everywhere on social media. from instagram to his phone number. you couldn’t deal with the fact that he existed around you, near you yet you couldn’t have him.

four long years of not having seen him took a toll on your heart, as it sure gets excited the moment you spot white strands on top of a head that is laid out on the table. his sense of style is still so casual and laid back, but not in a cocky way. satoru has always been about feeling comfortable in your clothes but you notice his tense shoulders and his foot tapping and can immediately tell that he is anxious.

you silently pull the chair back facing him and he lifts his head off of the table. your hands rest on top of the surface and the producer finally asks gojo to take off the blindfold.

when he does and you two lock eyes, you both start smiling big but you can’t help the little tremble to your lips before you look away from the camera to wipe a few emotional tears.

“sorry,” you whisper but your mic was able to pick it up. almost on instinct, satoru reaches towards you and squeezes your arm reassuringly.

“when was the last time you spoke to one another?”

“four years ago.” you are the one to answer the questions now and you keep avoiding satoru’s big blue eyes.

“was it hard having to walk away from a long term relationship?”

“It’s always hard when you thought there was a connection,” your emphasis on the word “thought” makes gojo look down at his lap almost in shame. he had no time to explain himself or what he did, yet he couldn’t help but feel that this interview was going to be like a second chance to explain himself and perhaps give a proper apology.

“you had no closure?”

“nope.” you both answer at the same time and it feels as though feelings of resentment are starting to resurface as your demeanor grows cold around him and you pull your hands away from the table.

“why do you think you broke up?”

“you said you couldn’t really see us together anymore,” you were now speaking to satoru directly and he gladly took the heat of your words. “you said…that us being together was just a waste of time and that one of us has to walk away,” you were clearly hurt by his words, even four years later. the breakup took a toll on you both physically and emotionally. you were incapable of going on dates for a painfully long period of time that your friends had to drag you outside to meet some potential new partners—but none of them felt like satoru. you resented him for crawling into your heart and finding a safe space there, for settling down and building a warm house inside only to tear it down and leave as quickly as he came.

“I wasn’t… sure what I wanted to do at the time, I was confused about my future,” satoru admits for the first time ever. “I thought it was so unfair to drag you down that hole with me when it was so clear to you that you had a plan in mind—a secure one so I just-“

“left.” you finish the sentence for him and he lets out a pained laugh.

“yeah, I left. and when I realized that you had blocked me, I knew that there was no going back and that I actually did it. yknow, like, it wasn’t this bad dream where I would wake up and you were still beside me—you were actually gone, I made you leave.”

there was a long silence after this and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, not after that confession.

“did you miss me?” gojo takes the initiative to ask this question instead of the producer but they don’t complain, watching carefully as you look back at your ex partner.

“I did,” you say again in a whisper, almost scared that you coming to terms with this horrible realization was going to hurt you further.

“do you think that…we could’ve worked out had I been honest at the time?”

“satoru, I would’ve never left you as easily as you did,” you knew that it wasn’t easy for him, but you want him to know that your love for him was bigger than he ever thought.

“would you like to try again?”

you two stare at each other for a bit and you sneak your hand towards his huge palm, resting your index finger there and tracing soft circles.

“yeah… I want to. do you?” you look up at him through your eyelashes and gojo’s heart feels as though it is about to burst.

“I would love to.”

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chloeangelic · 4 months

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I’ve spent the past week getting slandered in this community with not a shred of evidence, proof, or receipts of me being a mean girl, “Wish Regina George”, a bully, an asshole, someone who spends more time answering anons than I do writing, or any of the other things I’ve seen people say about me out of absolutely fucking nowhere, seemingly because people have grievances towards Gracie that I know nothing about. I appreciate everyone who has checked in on me and asked how I’m doing.

ETA: I have spoken to one of the people who posted statements and anons about me and we have squashed the beef. The statements made about me have been debunked and they have deleted their posts. Please leave me and my friends alone - I've gotten harassed directly and indirectly by anons and posts for two months and I'm tired. I'm not gonna prostrate myself and try to convince the internet that I'm a good person when I know I've done my best to always be kind and respectful in this community. My words will inevitably be twisted and I feel paralyzed. The damage to my reputation has already been done.

This is the only time I’ll address this, and my anons will not be turned back on because this is literally slander and a waste of everyone’s time. I’ve seen multiple vague posts about me as well and I’ve chosen to ignore it all, but it gets to a point where it feels like bullying and I’m done with it. When someone goes on tumblr live to rehash the same shallow shit talking post about me (i.e. talking shit about people they’re accusing of talking shit), that’s when I feel like my limit has been crossed, and since that same live devolved into an advertisement for the host’s own writing… This no longer reads like vigilante justice.

Let me get one thing straight: I am here to write about dick, cock and that old man. I am extremely grateful for the friends I’ve made along the way, and I am beyond appreciative for my readers who support me and who like what I come up with. I am 27 years old, I have a fulltime job, and this is one of my hobbies. If you think I’m going to spend my time in a fandom spamming group chats and being catty, I literally don’t know what to tell you. The few uncomfortable situations I’ve had on here have been addressed and squashed very quickly, whether that’s misunderstandings, accusations or anything else. In a creative space, you are bound to butt heads with people occasionally, or have people who dislike you, and that is fine. I know I have an aloof persona on here, I don’t expect everyone to like me.

I didn’t block anyone up until two days ago when this tumblr live host posted three anon asks in a row about me, and I decided to block the people who seemingly agreed with anons insisting I’m a mean girl, asshole etc. cause why the fuck wouldn’t I? Wouldn’t anyone? I don’t understand why on earth they’re so mad about me blocking them if they dislike me so much already. My shit is still on ao3 if they want to read it.

I don’t know what my mutuals do in their own DM’s, or group chats they’re in that I don’t participate in, because I stay in my lane and I spend my time writing. Of course I don’t condone bad behavior but how am I supposed to know what happens in GCs and servers I’m literally not in? Or conversations in servers where I’m not active? I have not witnessed any of my mutuals talking shit in any GCs, period. That’s all I can say. Additionally, this whole big/elite writers discord people were talking about a while ago - if that exists, I wasn’t even invited lmfao how’s that for being a big writer?

One anon said I was an asshole when they tried to have a conversation with me months back, and I assume this was my Rendezvous anon who I was snarky to cause they were snarky to me. I make it very clear that I have limited patience for anons, and when people in my comments respond back to them, they are responding to a statement that is separate from the person who sent it.

I am not entertaining this insanity any further than this. I will continue to post my old man porn and interact with my mutuals and reblog gif sets of that same old man cause that’s what I’m on here for. If you don’t like me, you are well within your rights, I assume you have your reasons, and that is ultimately none of my business. Everyone has the right to curate their own experience on a website like this.

Love,

Daddy

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russellius · 3 months

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July 22, 2012, PFI, England : EURO KF3 press conference

The 2011 KF3 European Champion, George Russell from Wisbech, made history on Sunday, becoming the first driver ever to become European junior karting champion two years running.

GEORGE: Yes, it's a very good result for me and I'm very happy that I've become the first driver to win back to back titles in the Junior category. (...) This has been a very good weekend for myself and after we had a poor qualifying, I think we did very well to get where we did in Final 1 and Final 2. So overall a very good weekend. INT: George, we have heard in the previous press conference in the KF2 with Charles Leclerc, that it's an advantage to be a British driver when you race here. Is it true? GEORGE: I don't know, because we have to go abroad a lot, to Italy and France, and I do not know if the Italians or the French have an advantage. I think top drivers learn tracks very quickly, so after a couple of sessions they'll be within one or two tenths off of the best time. So I think no, we have no advantage.

The 14-year-old dominated both points-scoring races in the final round of the European KF3 Championship at the PF International circuit in Lincolnshire to complete a successful defence of the title he won in 2011. With three wins from the four rounds of the series, and with each driver’s worst score discarded, Russell registered a maximum 75 points in the final standings – a whopping 27 clear of Spaniard Alex Palou and Frenchman Dorian Boccolacci.

Although he had already confirmed his standing as favourite with a win at the first round of the Championship in Varennes (France), Russell became victim of an errant driver in the second final scoring zero points. Not only was Russell under pressure to retain his title at his home circuit, there was no room for error and the weekend in Lincolnshire was far from plain sailing for the Forza Racing team. Russell had to fight back after suffering severe tyre issues in the rain-hit qualifying session on Friday morning: “For some reason our tyres weren’t working and we were three seconds off the pace,” explained George. This placed George in a lowly 30th position after qualifying meaning he would have to start all of his five heats back in tenth place and on the more difficult outer side of the grid. Fortunately weather conditions changed from rain to sunshine and the Forza Racing team were then able to make the switch to slick tyres for the remainder of the weekend.

Top-five finishes in all five of Russell’s heats – including one win – put him seventh on the grid for the first of the two point-scoring finals. With home advantage on his side, Russell stormed into the lead in just five laps and promptly pulled away to beat Boccolacci by almost two seconds: “I had to put in a lot of good laps to pull away and build up a lead,” said George. “I did so well with that that I was able to ease off towards the end and save my tyres for the second final.” That win gave Russell pole position for the title decider, and after a heated fight with Croatia’s Martin Kodric in the early stages, George was again able to stamp his authority on the rest of the field. “Kodric fought hard because he knew that if I got a bit of a lead, I’d be gone,” said George. “I managed to get ahead of him, and then he got caught up with the drivers behind, and that gave me the opportunity to pull away.”

That second win secured a second European title for Russell, and sets him up nicely to challenge later in the season for the other big prizes in junior karting, such as the CIK-FIA Karting Academy Trophy and the KF3 World Cup. “It feels amazing to win the title again, and I’m really happy to have done it at home in England too,” said a delighted George. “Now we have to go on to try and win the KF3 World Cup at Zuera in Spain in September – we have an event there (in the WSK Euro Series) next month where we can try to get some testing and get ourselves ready.”

#george russell #f1 #*m #12 #ch #❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹#(oh man.......... :') look at our lil champ!!!!!!!)#(this video is literally my favourite thing rn. has been for a couple of days.)

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xiaq · 11 months

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Why do feelings have to be so confusing???

I’ve never been super into labels, but if I had to choose I probably would have gone with aroace. I kind of figured I wouldn’t ever find someone I wanted to be in a relationship with and that was fine.

But now I’m 30 and somehow in a relationship for the very first time with this person that I love so much. And it’s wonderful and amazing in so many ways, but I also feel so crazy with it??

I feel like a teenager with their first crush but also too old for that and it’s like I don’t know how to trust myself in this because I’ve never felt anything close to this before.

Feeling romantic and sexual attraction for the first time there’s a part of me that’s like how has everyone been living like this the whole time??? It still doesn’t feel like it should be real somehow, even though I’m now experiencing it firsthand.

Anyway I don’t know exactly where I’m going with this, but if you either advice or even just stories to make me feel a little less ridiculous, I’d love to hear them!

I think it's really REALLY important to remember that socially reinforced ideas of normalcy when it comes to exploring sexuality are not, actually, normal. A. Because people are people and what works for one person doesn't work for others. While there's obviously going to be a bell curve on the graph of "when do people typically sort out who they want to kiss (or not kiss) and start doing that" there is going to be a steady, not insignificant, number of folks that are on the upward and downward swing of that bell curve before you even get to the far outliers, and that's to be expected. B. Traditionally accepted timelines for building a sense of sexual identity don't apply anymore. The average age for (first) marriage is creeping back each year. In the US in 1900 it was 26 for men and 22 for women. Now it's 29 and 27 respectively. Women, especially, don't have nearly the pressure placed upon them that they used to to quickly find someone who will take care of them seeing as we can now open bank accounts and own property and work for (mostly) equal pay and all that jazz. So there's that to consider.

But also. Humans, human bodies, are never stagnant. You might have heard the fun factoid that all our cells are replaced every 7 years. That's not entirely accurate, but it's true that the body does regenerate skin and bone and liver and stomach, and so on, cells at a kind of mind-boggling rate. There are things that we're born with that don't change like some of the neurons in our cerebral cortex, I think, but as a species we are generally made to adapt to new experiences and environments so much so that our bodies are in a constant state of change themselves. You're just...doing what you're built to do. Something new has happened and you're adapting to it.

And yes, it can be scary and make you feel very vulnerable when you don't have historical relationship or sex-related context like other people your age might have, but that's when you get to lean on friends and/or talk to your therapist to make sure you're approaching things in a healthy way, there aren't red flags you're missing, etc. Because humans are also pack animals and we thrive in communities in which we can share each others burdens and wisdom.

As someone who also had built what I thought was a pretty clear assessment of my romantic and sexual identity over 29 years, only to have it challenged and rebuilt at 30, I fully empathize with the way you feel. But I leaned into the feelings of confusion (and frankly, giddiness, at times). Who says teenagers are the only ones that get to experience first crushes? Who says 30 is too old for self-discovery? You get to decide how you interact with the world. Who cares what other people are doing if what you're doing makes you happy and hurts no one.

#no guilt in my pleasures #sexuality #hopefully this helps #answered asks #aroace

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heeseung-min · 2 years

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Hiiii, can we a yandere Jake where he threatens y/n's professor make him their tutor

Word count: 1.2k words

[01:01]

You massaged your back after few hours marking the papers. You wish you can burn it all because it's so tiring to read all of it. You are a professor at Belift College. You are not old. You are 27 years old and one of the luckiest people to finish your studies at such young age.

You continue marking the paper until you heard a shy voice from the door. It turned out to be the one of the smartest student, Jake Sim. The guy that everyone loves. Not only because his smart brain but also his behaviour and attitude towards people. It's very refreshing to see this type of people despite him being richest.

"Hi Miss y/n!"

However, Jake likes you. Not liking you as his lecturer but more than that. He didn’t say it but literally everyone can see the way he acts towards you really showing affection. Even some of the students and other lecturers were teasing you about it but you choose to not care about it. Jake is still young so the hormone must be the reason for it. You are very sure his feeling will disappear.

"Oh hello Jake. How are you?"

"I'm good. Here is some food for you."

"Oh wow, you don't need to do this though but thanks!"

"You deserve the best."

You waited for him to go out but he keep standing in front of you as he was waiting for something from you.

"Do you...want to help me?"

"Yeah!! I can do a favor for you."

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You take a look on your watch and was impressed because your work finished early. Thank god, you asked for Jake’s help.

“I can’t wait to take a shower and sleep.”

It has been five hours and you were suddenly woke up from the sleep.

You felt that again.

You felt the staring.

It has been months since you moved to the apartment and sometimes you feel someone is watching you.

You slowly took the taser from under the pillow and went outside the bedroom. Everything is neat and no sign of break in.

“God, I hate when I feel like this.”

You sighed frustratedly and walked back to your room and continue your sleep not knowing someone was smirking at your acts.

----

You were walking to your room but stopped when saw Jake was standing in front of it. He waving his hand excitedly when he finally saw you.

“May I know what is your wish, Jake? You are so early.

“Y/n.”

You looked to him with wide eyes when he didn’t use ‘miss y/n’ as usual. Jake took out a small box and opened to reveal a beautiful ring inside of it. He also put a bouquet on your table. You don’t like this. You hate how your morning turned out to be like this.

“I think you already know my feelings towards you but I still want to confess properly. Y/n, I like you from the first time I saw you and the feelings keep growing and I can’t keep it anymore. Will you accept me?”

“I-I can’t....”

“I know it’s so sudden. I can give you time. Don’t wor-”

“No, Jake. I only see you as my student and there is never a moment I think you more than that. I can’t accept this. I’m really sorry.”

You ran out from the room leaving Jake disappointed and decided to went straight home. You don’t think you are able to face him.

“What did I get myself to?”

----

“Come on y/n!!! Time to release your stress!!!”

You watched your friend screaming and then dancing crazily. She had pulled you to a bar when she saw your tired face staring at your computers. You admit you are too stress because of the college. Moreover, you also become stress when Jake calling and messaging nonstop. You decided to do online classes so you will not get to meet him at the college. You chugged your drinks without thinking anything and enjoy your life.

When you had reached your limits, you went to dance with your friend not caring about the world. You also dance with some strangers being oblivious not knowing a guy walked closer to you when you nearly fell.

“Ooop!!! You saved me! THank yOuu~~”

You giggly said before continue to dance. The stranger hold you again when you lost your balance.

“You are drunk y/n. Let’s go home.”

You whined loudly but went quiet when felt something injected into you. Your friend also didn’t notice your absence as she was busy making out with a guy.

----

“Ergh, I feel like a shit.”

You covered your eyes when felt the sun went straight to your face. You sat up at the bed for a while to regain back your energy. It has been too long since you drink in that large amount. When you had finally back to your sense, you felt weird when having various pictures on the room.

“What the fuck is this?”

“You finally up!!!”

It’s Jake. He was standing proudly at the door while holding a tray that has breakfast and drink on it. You slowly stood up from the bed and realised your clothes got changed to a night dress.

“Don’t worry. I told my maid to change your clothes.”

“What are you doing now, Jake?”

“You should be grateful though. Those guys who were dancing with you will harm you. So, I helped you by killing them after dropping you here. They shouldn’t went close to you.”

“Jake...that’s-”

You stumbled when your body collided with his table. You turned back to have a look on his computer screen showing a familiar room that you quickly recognised.

“It’s your room, baby.”

You wanted throw up at the thought of him being the one who made you paranoid every single night. Jake hugged your body closer from the back. You can feel the heat on his body and him whispering to you make you feel disgusted.

“You did this, y/n. You make me obsessed with you.”

At the sentence, you pushed his body off you before scream,

“YOU SICK!!! I WILL REPORT THIS TO THE POLICE!!!”

The man in front of you laughed loudly. He pulled you closer to him with force and show you something on his phone that made you widened your eyes.

“What do you think people will feel when they see these pictures?”

Those pictures were showing you and Jake in very intimate position. Your eyes slowly tear up when you imagined the students and lecturers giving you dirty look. Even though you are professor at the college but Jake is literally richer than you and can easily do anything to make sure the rumor is true.

“You shouldn’t reject me because I will do anything to make sure you are mine even if it make you lose your job.”

Since then, you resigned your job and people never see you again. Some of the students and your lecturer friends felt sad that you are leaving without any notice. But, Jake is satisfied. He finally got you in his arms and there is no way you can leave him. Never in a million years.

Taglist: @stacey-stonem @duolingofanaccount

I often forgot my taglist im so sorry🥲🥲 anyway I hope you guys enjoy this its a bit long but the longer the better, right?😙

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coolerontheflipside · 1 year

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If your taking requests could you write one for neymar jr x reader

With younger neymar and davi when davi is maybe 1 year old and the reader is in a carneval. Reader is friends with his sister and when she is drunk she asks for neymars number. Doesn't write it down but after an hour she calls him and asks him if he would like to come to a club she is in and after that when they get together she first brings davi to her parents a few times before they even meet neymar.

I'm sorry it's long but it was actually how my parents got together it's just that the roles were reversed🤣 (even better if you could make reader Croatian since it happened there)

a/n: i’m so sorry anon for not getting to this sooner, my life has been so busy with christmas and family, but i wish everyone a happy (and safe) holidays! now, i need to shut up and start writing.

Rafaella has been my best friend since..well since forever. We can’t go a day without texting, calling, and sometimes meeting up for coffee. We were basically sisters.

But, I was also curious about her well-known brother, Neymar da Silva Santos Júnior. He was good looking, extremely talented at football, and very funny. I rarely saw him when he wasn’t playing, but cherishing every moment with him. I would remember even the smallest details from our last acquaintance. June 27, he seemed stressed and tense, seeming as if one more thing would set him loose into an argument with the nearest person. I wanted to help, but didn’t know how.

I am pulled away from my thoughts when I see my phone buzz with a text from Rafaella reading,

“Vamos sair. Te pego às 6, ok?” (“Let’s go out. I’ll pick you up at 6, okay?”)

I text her back immediately with,

“Ok, vejo você às 6!” (“Okay, see you at 6!”)

I get up from my sitting position on the couch, turn off the TV, and go upstairs. I have about an hour and a half to get ready, so this is a bit short-notice but I’ll make it work.

An hour and 15 minutes passes and I am just adding the finishing touches to my perfectly curled hair. Although my hair is extremely thick, the curls should hold for a bit.

Once I’m done doing that, I decide to open Instagram to pass the time. I scroll for a bit, but then I find myself on Neymar’s page, looking down on his most recent post with him and Davi.

“Oh my gosh,” I think to myself, melting at the sight on my phone, “Davi is already 1? He’s so cute!”

Davi, Neymar’s son, is probably one of the most cutest babies I have ever laid my eyes on. I mean, come on, those brown eyes are just so precious.

Again, I am ripped out of my thoughts when I receive a text from my girl.

“Estou aqui!” (“I’m here!”)

I place my phone in my little clutch along with a little money and ibuprofen and head downstairs to exit my home, making sure to unplug the curling iron and turn off all the lights.

I walk towards her car, slightly admiring the beautiful blacked-out look.

“Oi garota!” she greets as I enter the car and I do the same. (“Hey girl!”)

“So,” I start, “ where is this new club?”

“Você vai adorar, é só esperar!” she says, her voice filled with enthusiasm, but not really answering my question. But then again, I do love a good surprise. (“You are going to love it, just you wait!”)

It took a bit to get there, but once we arrived, it was awesome just on the outside.

We walked in and somehow Rafaella knew the guy working so we got in for free which was cool, but I was starving so I headed to the bar.

“O que posso fazer por você?” the bartender asked, and I already knew my answer. (“What can I get for you?”)

“Brodetto,” I say, knowing that yes, this was a drink bar at a club and yes, I ordered a stew..but I really didn’t care and neither did the bartender as he put in my order.

After I finished my stew I ordered shots after shots. Then, I tried a few new drinks and some were actually pretty good.

Almost 3 hours had passed and I was drunk. Everyone was, though, except for Rafaella being a responsible adult.

“Hey, girlll,” I say, sounding out the last word a little longer than usual.

Rafaella looks at me and mimics my behavior, “Sim garotaaa?” (“Yes girlll?”)

“Can I get Ney’s numberrr?” I ask without hesitation, the alcohol taking full control of my system.

She replies with a simple, “certa” and dials it in my phone, not thinking to write it down and trusting that my phone will remember the number later.

After a few more drinks, she decides that I have had enough and that I shouldn’t drink anymore. So, we do the next best thing..dance!

After a few good songs I decide to call Neymar and invite him to the club that we were in.

Thank goodness my phone remembered the number and it rings for a bit.

Ring..

About halfway through the third ring he picks up.

“Olá? Quem é?” he asks, and I can suddenly hear my heartbeat in my ears. (“Hello? Who is this?”)

“Heyy, it’s Y/N! Look, you should come to the club Rafaella and I are in, it’s insane!!” I say, sounding confident.

The other end went silent for a few moments, indicating that Ney was pondering the decision.

“Claro, mas você tem que me fazer um favor,” he says. A favor? Hmm, what could it be? (“Sure but you have to do me a favor”)

“Anything”

“Você tem que tomar conta do Davi quando eu estiver fora” he says, waiting for your answer. Babysitting Davi? Um, yes please! (“You have to babysit Davi when I am away”)

“Ney, you have yourself a deal” is what I said as I ended the call, excited for Neymar’s arrival.

We had a great night and I think I should’ve won the award for “the most drunk”. I don’t even remember going home or falling asleep on the bed wearing the same attire as last night but with no shoes.

I got up and reached for my phone, seeing a million messages across different platforms but the one that caught my eye was a message from Neymar.

“Como você está se sentindo?” he sent. Did he care about me? My heart did a little skip at the thought of THE Neymar caring about how I felt. It was almost too good to be true. (“How are you feeling?”)

I text back a, “alright, I have a massive headache, though.”

Not even 2 seconds go by and I see that he “read” my message. Dang, he must’ve been waiting for my answer!

“estarei aí em 10” is what I get in return and I don’t respond. (“I’ll be there in 10”)

Not even 10 minutes go by when you hear a knock on the door.

Then another one.

Then one final one until you hear keys jingling at the door and then it is finally opened.

“He must’ve gotten the keys from Rafaella,” I thought, too lazy to get up from my bed to greet the handsome man that just entered my house.

“eu trouxe o davi, espero que não se importe,” is all i hear as he stomps up the steps and into my room. He immediately locks eyes with me as he carries food in his hand, water, and some tylenol. Of course, Davi is by his side as he enters my room that looked as if a tornado went through it. Not the best look. (“I brought Davi, hope you don’t mind.”)

“Ei, você está bem?” he asks, worry painted all over his face as squats down to my eye level and takes my hand in his. (“Hey, are you okay?”)

“I’ll be fine, hey Davi!” I greet the familiar child and he just looks at me and walks up the room.

“ele vai gostar de você em breve. mas primeiro, vamos cuidar de você” Ney says as he leads me to the bathrooom, helping me. (“he will warm up soon, but now let’s take care of you”)

Weeks pass and I become closer to Davi and Ney. I take Davi to my parents very often and he opens up, just like Ney said he would.

Eventually, Neymar had some free-time and decided to surprise me and Davi when we arrived to my house after leaving my parents’.

Davi runs to him and Ney engulfs him in a large, warm hug.

“vá esperar no carro, estarei aí em um segundo” Ney says to Davi and he obliged. (“go wait in the car, i’ll be there in a second”)

After Davi closed the door behind him, Ney and I locked eyes. “He has such beautiful eyes,” I can’t help but think.

“muito obrigado, y/n, você não sabe o quanto isso significa para mim,” he says, a smile creeping up on his face. (“thank you so much, y/n, you don’t know how much this means to me”)

“Estou esperando para te perguntar isso desde que coloquei os olhos em você, mas você quer ser minha namorada?” he asks, a hopeful expression plastered on his face. (“I’ve been wanting to say this since I have laid eyes on your gorgeous self, but will you be my girlfriend?”)

I can’t even form words I am so happy, so I just nod and he engulfs me in a giant hug and then, right then and there is when I knew that Neymar Jr was my forever home..

a/n: hii, i am so sorry that this is so long and i am sorry if it is not accurate 😭. i wrote this on about 2 hours of sleep and i am currently pulling an all-nighter with my friend to finish extra-credit for over the break, so I apologize in advance because i didn’t proofread. but ya, i really hope you enjoy and please don’t be afraid to tell me what i did wrong and i will try my best to fix it!

xx, charlotte 🤍

#neymar one shot #neymar imagines #neymar fluff #neymar #neymar x reader #davi lucca #imagine #football imagine #i’m so tired #slayyyyy #i hope you like this

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Hello! I adore your writing! May I please have a match up for Hazbin Hotel, Chainsaw man and Sally face if it’s not too much trouble? I'm demisexual 27 year old plus sized woman. I’m 5"7 with fairly wide hips that dip to more narrow center and broad shoulders. My eyes are pale green bordering yellow with short almost shoulder length dark brown hair that is an orange blond from the top of my ears down. I have a septum piercing, two sets of ear piercings and glasses in sort of an aviator style that I forget to wear. I'm a little buff under all this fluff as I am a baker by trade. But I have been dealing with a shoulder injury has kinda left me feeling a bit fragile and frustrated. I've been told I'm fairly pretty but I just kinda don't see myself that by conventional standards. I'm not really self conscious about my body, I am just a large animal and people will just have to deal with that. I prefer to dress comfortably but if I can I enjoy wearing jumpsuits as well as black dresses.

I would describe my personality as caring but very direct. I Tend to prioritize others well being over my own. However, I am working on ensuring I take care of myself just as well. I tend to be reserved around other people but once I get comfortable I tend to ramble on my interests in short bursts, primarily around biology, cryptids, animation and practical effects. Honestly I enjoy being a bit aggressive with my friends- usually intimidation play or picking up people to help make them feel a little small. Admittedly when I feel comfortable around someone I prefer feeling small and protected if I’m not needed for comfort. I have many creative hobbies, primarily sketching, painting, sculpting, and crocheting. One of my favorite things to do is wildlife drawings. Though I find it difficult to hold on to my passions for prolonged periods of time, if someone I'm close to is passionate about something- I'm completely enthralled and try to be as supportive as possible. I love word play, often trying to force puns where they don't fit. I love horror and thriller movies and have a decent tolerance for gore but to be perfectly honest I have a hard time with handling prolonged scenes with people actively suffering.

This sounds a little silly but I imagine if I was a demon in hell I would probably resemble something of a chimera. I do apologize if this is a bit of a long submission! Thank you so much for your time!! 💚

I read sally face and started tweaking….

God i love sally face. AND THANK YOUUUUU.

.. I’ve decided to pair you with… ALASTOR, DENJI & LARRY JOHNSON!

Let’s be real. I think at first you’d remind him of his dear old mimzy. Before she died anyways, and obviously not dependent on him to fight your battles.

Alastor would find your rambling interesting, and he’d honestly probably learn something he hasn’t before? like “wow! Thats new.”

He’d want to learn more about your interests, also because he’s the radio demon, and doesn’t seem to really know much about the modern world- or care for it. But he IS based off a wendigo. So i’d think he’d find it interesting!

He LOVES when you paint, draw, crochet for hum! It reminds him or his own mother, and he’d probably become attached to you.

He’d also enjoy it if you did all of this, while he’s broadcasting too. He’s not able to always be there, but if he is, he’ll want to be with you.

Alastor would LOVE to watch horror movies, but if it makes you uncomfortable, or a scene does, he will pay no mind and skip it. Not like theres anything new he hasn’t seen.

If you were a chimera. He definitely would’ve been surprised at your look! Like- “oh ! Thats new.”

Ok … Denji time..

This man would NEVER JUDGE YOU. He can’t even bag someone.

Honestly i think he’d prefer someone chubbier, he’d LOVE to give hugs.

I think Denji would be a very physical touchy person, esp after what happened with… everyone. It’d help him protect you :)

When he found out about your shoulder injury? He was on your ass all day, every day. You don’t get away!

He loves that you take care of others, but this man is always hurt. He’d rather you be okay than he is!

He would love to listen to you ramble. Denji knows when to shut up, and i think he would enjoy listening!

Okay i know I’ve said this before but denji WILL make you draw pictures of you and him together- or he’ll draw them himself. Like stick figures holding hands!

If you crochet him something? Over the MOON. If its a piece of clothing he’s always wearing it. If its a plushie? He’s sleeping with it at night.

Denji would be indifferent to horror movies. I think he’d prefer comedy. He’s seen enough! :(

NOW LARRY 💛

I feel like i shouldn’t have to explain.

He’d LOVE YOU. You remind him of his friends :)

Your personality allows his to come out! He loves that you care for his friends, and his well being cause we know damn well he doesn’t.

Larry is a Listener instead of a talker. He’d love to listen to you ramble and ask questions while he’s painting! His favorite things at the same time!!

You draw with him, you paint, you crochet? Holy SHIT!!!! HE’D BE IN LOVE. Like! Okay !!! I LOVE YOU!!! 🧡🧡

I think he doesn’t mind any movie you guys watch. As long as it’s a mean of being able to cuddle with you on the couch and watch a movie.

He definitely finds your puns funny.

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I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY!!!

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The Promises I’m Making (2024)

Sheesh, this year it was even harder than last year to make promises. In particular, I really wanted to focus on promises that wouldn't cost as much money as in prior years, so I tried to steer clear of too many promises that would cost above the basic spending amounts... But it turns out it is really hard to make resolutions if you're broke. 😂

So here's what I'm going with:

2024 Promises

1) Step down from my administrative position and return to being a full-time faculty member. I literally cannot take the clown show that is admin at my work anymore. It is actually killing me.

2) Related to this, redecorate my new office as soon as they decide where they are going to move me.

3) Apply for new jobs!! APPLY FOR NEW JOBS!!!

4) Train my replacement in the chair position well so they are super prepared to take over in fall.

5) Put a new sink/vanity in the downstairs bathroom of the Utah house.

6) Get both bedroom floors sanded in the Utah house upstairs.

7) Finally get rid of the dirt pile in front of the Utah house.

8) Take down the remains of the wooden fence posts at the Utah house.

9) Fully clean out and prepare the Utah house to be rented out to new renters. Hopefully the next people won’t sneak in a parrot that poops all over the floor… RIP…

10) Clean off my back patio/car port area so I can park my car there again.

11) Call the plumber and replace the faucets. Even if I end up having to do it myself.

12) Get the dead tree removed from the Texas house yard and call the internet company to see about the cable around the tree root.

13) Plant roses where the old ones died in front of the Texas house.

14) Replace my CPU fan; the bearings are going out and it’s making an annoying noise.

15) Organize my documents (especially student papers)—my desktop and documents folders give me nightmares just looking at them.

16) Related to that, lose at least 20 pounds. 2020-2023 was not kind to me and the stress eating was real.

17) Do at least one artwork to actually use that paint program I bought.

18) Pay my credit debt down by at least $2000. I’m still paying off the hell year, but I hope I can make progress on this.

19) Buy all the Noragami volumes I am missing and do a complete re-read of Noragami now that the series is finishing up.

20) This is super nerdy, but my bro got me the FFXIV cookbook and made me promise to actually use it, so I guess I’d better at least try to make something from it.

21) Finish at least five books this year.

22) Update HaaH at least once. Please, Echo???

23) Reach the new level cap with all jobs in FFXIV!

24) Go to the graduation ceremony for my family friend.

25) Catch up with hanging up all the charms/pins I’ve gotten recently on my corkboards; these are just sitting in boxes/bags around the house. D;

26) Fully deep clean and vacuum/detail my own car at home. No more of the “It doesn’t make sense to clean it out now; the dog is just going to go back in it.” The dog is always going to go back in it. Clean it, Echo.

27) Help my parents tear out the carpet in my old childhood bedroom.

28) See at least three new species of birds. Doesn’t matter where, just three new ones!

29) Reach 3500 followers. Can I do it? You should follow me if you’re not already; I’m pretty cool. Just sayin’!

30) Cancel all the subscriptions I don’t need. There’s literally no reason to sit around letting companies passively profit off me when I don’t even really use the services/the services keep getting worse while the costs keep going up.

31) Go out on at least a day trip to take pictures with my friend. We haven’t done this in quite some time. I need to touch grass.

32) Repair the lovely one-of-kind ceramic plate that my dog broke with kintsugi. I want to try it at least once!

33) Really look hard for my passport in my house. It’s been missing for like a year and a half now, and I don’t want to have to pay for a new one.

34) Put all the small prints, postcards, and stickers I have collected in my new mini-print books. I can even use up washi tape to decorate too. (Finally, a purpose for the washi tape…)

35) Shred the million pieces of old mail I have lying around the house. I finally got the shredder so it just makes sense to use it.

36) Have more follow-through with chores. It’s not enough to wash the clothes or do the dishes if I then procrastinate on folding the clean laundry and putting the dried dishes back in the cabinets…

37) Put reminders for birthdays and major events in my phone as well as set a monthly reminder to check these promises. Maybe I’ll be able to keep more promises if I look at the list more often throughout the year!

38) Since I can’t afford to go to the salon, spa, etc. too much this year, I should at least do some self-care days at home. Will this be the year I finally manage to use all the fancy scrubs and face masks and bath salts I keep getting from people?

39) Use up one whole notebook. It doesn’t matter what goes in the notebook, but I gotta use the whole thing from cover to cover. I have so many pretty notebooks that never get used just because they’re pretty.

40) Change the burned-out lightbulbs in the recessed lighting in the Texas house ceiling. It’s like twelve feet high and the lightbulb charger stick I bought didn’t work, so I’m going to have to find someone with a ladder. Save me, handyman. Save me.

41) Build the pretty koi paper lantern my brother got me, or the Korean temple model my coworker gave me after his trip to Korea.

42) Actually use the yoga mat I bought forever ago. At least a few times, please???

43) Finish watching the Fruits Basket remake with Kacchan. I think we stopped in the second season, RIP.

44) Spend more time with coworkers—go out to lunch more often.

45) See about removing the PMI from at least one of my house loans to try to save money. I’ve been paying on these loans long enough I shouldn’t need PMI anymore.

46) Practice my German skills (or I guess other language skills?) by translating something at least once a month.

47) Get a new bookshelf. The current ones in both my office and foyer are already overflowing. @_@

48) Make more time to call people and talk on the phone. Texting is not the same. D;

49) Get the new COVID vaccine to stay healthy.

50) I will keep my promises!

Good luck, 2024’s me!

#50 promises #new year's resolutions #irl stuff #Echo is on the struggle bus #literally starting off Day One of the year with a cold #love this for me

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Bengiyo's Queer Cinema Syllabus

For those who are not aware, I have decided to run the gauntlet of @bengiyo’s Queer Cinema Syllabus and have officially started Unit 3: Faith and Religion. The films in Unit 3 are: But I’m a Cheerleader (2000), Prayers for Bobby (2009), Latter Days (2003), Blackbird (2014), The Wise Kids (2011), Henry Gamble’s Birthday Party (2015)

Today I will be writing about

Henry Gamble’s Birthday Party (2015) dir. Stephen Cone

[Run Time: 1:27, Available on: tubi, Lang: English]

Summary: Henry Gamble, a 17-year-old preacher's son, wrestles with sexuality, alcoholism and faith during his birthday party.

Cast: *Cole Doleman as Henry Gamble *Elizabeth Laidlaw as Kat Gamble, Henry's mother *Pat Healhy as Bob Gamble, Henry's father *Nina Ganet as Autumn Gamble, Henry's sister *Patrick Andrews as Ricky Matthews, recent suicide survivor *Hanna Dworkin as Bonnie Montgomery, the most miserable woman on the planet *Francis Guinan as Larry Montgomery, Bonnie's husband

(side note, I should start keeping tallies about how many movies on this syllabus come from Wolfe production company)

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Well, we’ve reached the end of the line for Unit 3 with this one, and I have to say, I do think I like this piece from Stephen Cone better than I enjoyed The Wise Kids. (Though, honestly, I probably owe The Wise Kids a rewatch because of where my head was at when I watched that piece.)

Now, I am not religious, and I don’t have the kind of religious trauma that I think would make some of these films speak to me more, and the thing I kind of like with Stephen Cone’s pieces is that the queerness doesn’t intersect with religion as much as religion and queerness exist in the same space, if that makes sense. Like is there some internalized homophobia going on, there is some external homophobia going on, but…The Wise Kids and Henry Gamble’s Birthday Party have seemed more like stories where there are gay, religious kids, rather than the gays (or at least main gay character) suffering under the weight of religion which films such as Prayers for Bobby and Latter Days portray. [Do not get me wrong, gays suffering under the weight of religion is still present in both films, it just feels secondary to the main thread].

As such, I think I found myself connecting more, and being more interested in the plot of the mother and her daughter, Autumn as well as to the portrayal of the small town, white, religious adults. Henry Gamble’s Birthday Party is extremely legible in showing what the characters are feeling without really having to say anything about it. You can tell that Henry’s mother is Straight Up Not Having A Good Time Right Now from the first second we see her on screen, you can tell there is some level of tension between her and her husband, you can tell how tenuous Ricky’s stability is from the moment he walks in the door.

I liked how there was cross talk, and how there were references to people and to conversations that happened that we were not a part of. It makes the film seem real and lived in, I liked how easily I was able to identify the queer kids, and how I suspect a few more characters (cough cough, Jon) are queer and either not aware of it or are hiding/suppressing it.

But more importantly, I really enjoyed how much of this film was dedicated to water and to wine.

Like, every single time these kids jumped in the pool I could think of nothing else but baptism. Every time an adult poured themselves a mug of wine, and another adult complained about it I could do nothing but think about Jesus turning water to wine, and how the sacrament is taken with wine. Yet here, in the home, the wine must be hidden, the adults can’t be seen drinking around the children, etc.

And maybe it’s cause I’m no longer 17, but while Henry’s journey throughout the film is important, I spent more time focusing on Kat, on Ricky, and on Bonnie throughout this film. Kat just seems to be going through the routine, stuck in a life it feels like she doesn’t want or possibly never wanted, and being mostly ignored. Ricky is the subject of a lot of conversation and gossip, but no one really knows how to treat him normally after a suicide attempt, and Bonnie is the most miserable woman to ever walk the earth.

I think what is the most notable to me is how people change over the course of the movie. In water, Henry comes to finally accept his feelings for Logan, in water the very clearly bored adults get to have some fun, those who entered the water exited with change, and those who did not remained relatively the same. The same goes for the wine. The adults that drank wine went through some sort of change, while the adults who didn’t ended up staying relatively the same. By this I mean Bonnie, because she was the only person who did not swim or drink.

With the wine, Kat tells Autumn a secret, you know the kind that mothers only tell their eldest daughters. With the wine, Kat and Autumn heal a part of their relationship. With the wine, Larry just gets real chill with queer people real quick. With the wine, Kat and Bob end with a separation.

So I think that was the most compelling aspect. Bonnie is judgemental about sex, porn, etc. and thusly she does not approve of swimming, because of girls being in scantily clad outfits. Bonnie is judgemental about alcohol consumption and thusly she is annoyed that her husband is sneaking wine. Bonnie does not invest in earthly pleasures, and so she is just the most miserable person by a mile and she just spends all of her time making everyone around her miserable as well. She’s just an empty person who does not know how to get out of it, and her personal perception of religion is keeping her excluded from connection and joy. In my opinion at least.

Ricky is just a kid I feel bad for. He’s trying to get his life back on track, he’s trying to get back some sense of normalcy and instead he is gossiped about constantly and kept in the dark about whether or not he is going to be a camp counselor again. You can see him just constantly trying to hold it together, until he just stuck in the bathroom and can’t get out. Where it all falls to pieces. Now. We hear a rumor about Ricky that we have no way to corroborate, but considering this is a film about faith and religion, let’s just say that the intense self harm that Ricky participates in feels very much like he is trying to absolve himself of sins through some form of self punishment.

Overall, I think this film was a good one to end on and I am sure it would have a lot more to say to me if I had a better understanding of religion, but this is what I kind of found.

For/By/About

I think this one is a By and About queer people film. I don’t think enough of the plot revolved around queerness and religion to really be for queer people. This film seemed more of a rated E for everyone situation

Favorite Moment

By far my favorite moment of the film is Autumn and Kat talking in the car. I loved this quiet moment between mother and daughter, where Kat allows Autumn to see some of her flaws and where Kat apologizes for any harm she may have caused Autumn over the years. It’s a very vulnerable moment that brought me both sadness and joy.

Favorite Quote

“No. We’re doing it all wrong. You, you’re gay, that’s fine, the Lord made you that way, fine. Fuck it.”

This is said by one of the older men at the party, Larry, who is piss drunk at this point. But has just witnessed Ricky exiting the party with his mother after a super massive self harm incident, and who I think comes to some pretty quick conclusions about the ways in which religion and faith can have an extremely negative impact. The scene itself does feel a little bit like when Nomi’s mother ate a really good weed brownie at Nomi and Aminita’s wedding and was suddenly cured of her transphobia in Sense8, but nevertheless it is another moment I think of showing transformation through the consumption of wine (aka Christ’s blood).

Score

8.5/10

I enjoyed this film, found it compelling, thought there was some really great acting, and I absolutely loved how the film ends full circle with the same shot of Henry that we open the film on.

I am knocking half a point off for the fact that I had to watch a straight sex scene in this film (however brief) but there was no queer physical/romantic/sexual intimacy portrayed on screen. (Unless you want to count the masturbation scene at the very beginning of the film, but I think the jury is out on that one).

And with this I move on to Unit 4: Heartbreak Alley, a section that I am certain will be nothing but sunshine and rainbows, and which I am unsure if I should start before or after the holidays.

#bengiyo queer cinema syllabus #queer cinema syllabus #henry gamble's birthday party #henry gamble's birthday party (2015)#unit 3 #unit 3: faith and religion

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Decided to type a Q&A for any questions Katsuki and BkDk Stans might try coming at me with. Instead of constantly repeating myself, I thought I’d save myself the hassle and just link this each time they try to come at me. Easier this way and they’re one trick ponies anyways so this should cover things. If any other person who doesn’t like Katsuki wants to use this for whenever a stan tries bothering them, be my guest. This also applies to my other blog, which you can find here:

Q: Have you read the manga? Are you still stuck on chapter one?

A: Yes. Numerous times. I’ve analyzed it, went back to stuff to re-analyze it, and have come to the conclusions I have. There are a lot of issues regarding his character that Katsuki stans never address, only pointing to the same one or two instances where he supposedly shows development. Him suicide baiting Izuku wasn’t when I began to hate him since I thought that was to set up his growth. The battle trial was when I started hating him when he got a slap on the wrist after nearly killing someone. Hori’s BakuBoner would then shield him from consequences throughout the rest of the series. Also, people are allowed to dislike a character for whatever reason they want. If they hate Katsuki for suicide baiting, that’s perfectly fine and you can’t say otherwise.

Q: Why focus your time on something that you hate? You must be pretty obsessed with Katsuki if you literally made a blog about him.

A: It’s called venting, something people are free to do. Katsuki ruins an otherwise enjoyable series to me and represents how NOT to make a character so I’m going to talk about it. Tumblr’s whole thing is “express yourself” and that’s what I’m doing. I’m not hurting anyone by doing so. Also, I have a life outside of this blog. I disappear for nearly a week sometimes. I’m only on when I have nothing else to do and want to kill time. Finally, if people are allowed to make blogs focusing on their obsession of a fictional character, people can make a blog to criticize said character and if you think otherwise you’re a hypocrite. Especially when the former evolves into the likes of Dekkachan (a 27 year old hivemind leader that bullies other people for not liking BkDk and will even target other BkDks who don’t agree with her) while my blog just occupies the anti Katsuki and MHA critical tags.

Q: Why are you still watching MHA when all you’re doing is criticizing it?

A: Criticism is how one learns how to write and get better. By analyzing a series, you learn what to do and what not to do. Now, there’s a difference between empty criticism/flaming and constructive criticism, but I’m doing the latter as I often explain what works and doesn’t work. Plus, you’re allowed to criticize something you otherwise enjoy.

Q: Are you against Katsuki fans?

A: Nope. I’m fine with fans but not stans. To summarize the differences, fans are people who like something while also accepting that someone might not like what they do. Stans can’t accept opinions, will harass/bully/suicide bait, and do other things when faced with someone who has a different opinion. I have nothing against fans. They do their thing and I do mine. I hate Katsuki and BkDk, but I’m not going to rag on someone if they like it. Stans are the ones I make fun of here.

#anti katsuki bakugou #anti bakugo katsuki #anti bakugo #anti bakugou #mha critical

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Christmas Reruns 2023 Day 30: New York Christmas Serenade (3/4)

Merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don’t! One of the things I love about Christmas is watching reruns of all the old classic Christmas movies–Christmas is a big time for nostalgia. A few years ago, I decided to incorporate that tradition into my fandom life and post my CS holiday reruns. So here you go! Enough holiday (mostly) fluff to get you to New Year’s Day. (With a new story posting on Christmas Day.)

Rating: G

Word Count: 1825

Other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 31 32

New York Christmas Serenade (pt. 3 of 4)

CS Genre: Canon Divergence (missing year between 3a and 3b)

“Mom! Wake up!” Henry said, shaking her shoulder. “It’s Christmas morning!”

Emma groaned as she woke up. It was early. Way too early. By the look of the sky from her bedroom window, it would still be Christmas morning for another several hours yet. It could barely even be called dawn.

“Alright, Kid, I’m up,” she said on a yawn, reaching for her robe and slippers. “I know you’re all about opening the rest of your presents, but you’re going to have to wait for the coffee to brew. You know I’m not awake before I’ve had my first two cups.”

“Don’t worry about that!” Henry said, “Killian already made coffee. Now he’s working on breakfast.”

Emma froze. Killian. How had she forgotten the handsome stranger was still there?

Not long after Henry opened his gifts, Emma had glanced out the window to see it snowing with a vengeance. Turning on the TV, she quickly found out why. They were in the opening stages of a monster blizzard.

Emma shot Killian a concerned look. “You have a place to stay?” she asked. “Your home close?”

“I’m afraid not, love,” Killian said. “I’ve yet to secure lodgings for myself. It’s no matter, though. I’ve weathered many a storm.”

The thought of turning him out into the blizzard had seemed beyond heartless. Who let a guest of theirs go out and freeze to death in a blizzard? Particularly one her son seemed to have an inexplicable bond with—especially after getting that storybook? Particularly one she felt such a tie to.

“Look,” she’d said stiffly. “It’s nasty out there. If you want, you can crash on our couch. Can’t guarantee it’s the most comfortable bed you’ll ever sleep on, but it’s bound to be better than wandering around on the streets of New York in the middle of a blizzard, right?”

His eyes had lit up as though she’d offered him the best gift of his life. “It would be an honor to sleep on your couch, Swan,” he’d said in wonder. “You’ve no idea how much it means to me that you’ve offered.”

Now, in the (still barely there) light of day, Emma began to second guess her magnanimous gesture. What did she even know about this Killian guy really? What kind of a mother lets a strange guy—who could be a serial killer for all she knew—crash on her couch with her son in the apartment.

You’re safe with him. He’d never harm you.

Now where had that thought come from? It made no sense that she’d know that, but somehow she could feel the truth of the statement all the way to her bones. Killian Jones was no threat to her or to Henry.

(Well…except perhaps to her heart. Only one night in the man’s company—one very platonic night—and she could already feel herself falling for him. What was with her? Emma Swan did not get crushes like that! She had her heart locked up as tightly as Fort Knox. No way she lets feelings in!)

Emma took a tentative step from her bedroom and couldn’t help the groan of appreciation that escaped her. It smelled amazing out there. Coffee—strong coffee from the scent of it—percolating, bacon sizzling, pancakes on the griddle. She took it back. Not only was Killian no threat to her, she may have to just invite him to live with the two of them.

“Morning love,” He called with a cheery smile—how did he look that chipper after only getting a few hours of sleep on a lumpy sofa? “I trust you slept well?”

“What little amount of time the kid let me sleep,” she said on a yawn. “He’s lucky it’s Christmas or no way I’d let him get away with waking me up at the butt crack of dawn.”

Killian chuckled. “No I suppose not. I know full well a man is taking his life in his hands when he wakes you. There was one morning on Never…er…I mean…you look like someone who enjoys her sleep.”

“Nice recovery,” Henry said under his breath. “Making her think you’re crazy is definitely not how you make headway with Operation Captain Swan.”

“Never? Operation Captain Swan?” Emma asked in bewilderment. “What are the two of you talking about? How do you know my sleeping habits? And when did you and Henry suddenly become best friends? ”

“Not to worry, Swan,” Killian said, scratching away at that spot on his neck again. “This morning the lad merely told me that the way to your heart is through your stomach.”

“The way to my…Are you…are you saying you want to get to my heart?” No way she was telling him that very organ was pounding so hard at the very notion she was surprised he couldn’t hear it.

In a blink Killian’s embarrassment faded away to be replaced by pure flirtatious mischief. “Oh darling. You have no idea,” he purred.

She held his gaze for as long as she could (which…ended up being less than five seconds), and then she hid behind her favorite defense—sarcasm. “Yeah, well, you gonna take that bacon out of the pan or just let it burn while you act like an idiot?”

He shot her a wounded look. “Of course I had no intention of burning your victuals, Swan! It took me quite some time to determine the proper way to utilize your cooking box, and now that I have, I have no intention of ruining a perfectly good breakfast.”

“It’s called a stove, Hook,” Henry muttered under his breath.

Seriously, when did the two of them become all buddy-buddy? And where was this guy from that he didn’t even know what a stove was?

She had no further time to ponder the big questions of her life, though, as Killian slid a plate of food and a mug of coffee in her direction. At the first bite, Emma moaned in ecstasy. The man could cook.

Looking up, she caught the positively sinful look in Killian’s eye. “I quite like that sound Darling. Perhaps I might endeavor to elicit it once more…sometime when we’re alone.”

“La, la, la,” Henry said, sticking his fingers in his ears. “Kid in the room guys!”

Emma felt her face flame, so she did the only reasonable thing, she turned a withering glare at the idiot in leather currently seated at the head of the table. “In your dreams Jones.”

“You have no idea.”

Emma glared again, expecting to see the same sinful look in his eyes, but what she found instead floored her. Pure, unvarnished longing. It was the look of a man desperately in love. One who feared he’d never have a chance with the girl of his dreams.

The look called to her, and she suddenly had the insane urge to reach over, grab his hand and reassure him that he would find happiness one day.

Fortunately her hand closest to Killian was currently occupied shoveling as much food as possible into her mouth.

Breakfast was a short affair, eaten hastily. While Henry was normally a pretty patient kid, waiting to open presents on Christmas morning would test the patience of any kid.

“Why don’t you go get your presents organized,” Emma said, getting to her feet. “I’ll just take care of these dishes and I’ll be there in a sec.”

“Nonsense, Swan,” Killian said with a hand to her arm…a soft pat that felt almost like a caress. “Go have Christmas morning with your son. I’m perfectly capable of righting the galley.”

“You sure? I hate to have you cook breakfast and then stick you with dishes too.”

“Aye,” he said with a tender smile. “Believe me when I say your happiness…yours and your lad’s…ensure my happiness.”

She smiled, impulsively reaching over and squeezing his hand. “Thanks.”

“You are most welcome.”

The following hour passed in a veritable blur, Henry moving from present to present. She supposed maybe she spoiled him with all the Christmas gifts she’d gotten him, but he was such a good kid and so genuinely grateful for everything he got. And then, of course, there was always that little lost girl inside of her that would never forget what it was like to wake up on Christmas morning to a bare tree and a lack of family. If it made her go a little overboard with her kid…that was just the way it was.

Just as the last gift—a brand new journal and gel pen (the kid liked to write)—was unwrapped, the couch seat beside her sagged, and Emma looked over to see Killian by her side. Not only by by her side, but close enough she could feel the heat of his body against her. It was…distracting to say the least.

“Um…” she said, clearing her throat and trying not to sound like a complete fool, “I guess that’s it. The gifts are all unwrapped.”

“Not quite, Swan,” he said in a low, caressing voice. “I’ve one yet to bestow on you.”

“Me?” she asked. “You got me a gift?”

“Aye,” he said with a nod, turning away to rummage through his satchel once again. I saw this and thought of you.”

“Th…thank you,” she said, taking the long, thin velvet-covered box he held out to her. Opening it, she found a diamond and opal pendant in the shape of a swan attached to a fine, silver chain. It was gorgeous.

“I know you don’t remember, love,” he said softly, “but this pendant reminds me of our first adventure…one of the most satisfying adventures of my life, and it belongs with no one but you.”

“The beanstalk!:” Henry said from his place on the floor, still surrounded by his Christmas loot. “It reminds you of the beanstalk.”

“Aye,” Killian said. “That it does indeed.”

It should have been completely nonsensical this conversation her son was having with her…pirate (No! Not her pirate!), but somehow it simply wasn’t. Something deep within her wanted to nod along and agree with them.

Before she could second guess herself, Emma leaned over and impulsively hugged Killian. “Thanks! I love it. And…I mean, it’s still snowing out there. If you, you know, want to keep crashing on the couch for the next few days, I’m okay with that.”

Notes: I wanted to give Emma’s perspective on the things going on, but unfortunately, that didn’t give me an opportunity to show any post-memory gain conversations between Henry and Killian—or explain what Henry meant by “Operation Captain Swan”. Don’t worry, all will be revealed in the fourth (and last) section of this little story.

–Up next: We learn what kind of plots Emma’s boys have hatched to help her remember—and whether or not they’re successful. As New Year’s Eve arrives, Henry tells Killian about a certain midnight-on-New-Year’s-Eve tradition in the Land Without Magic.

NEXT CHAPTER->

#christmas reruns 2023 #cs fanfiction #captain swan christmas ff #my fanfiction

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Hey Jay! Recently I have found myself back in the world of veterinary medicine after taking a few years to decide what I wanted to do and finish my undergrad degree in Management instead of Animal Science which is what I was pursuing when I started my college journey. At the age of 27 (for the next two months) I have decided that I do in fact want to pursue my dream of applying to vet school and I have been trying to connect with folks who have experienced applying and I was wondering if you would be open to sharing your experience with me. Hope you're doing well recovering your knee! Talk soon,

Ahahhahhhhaahhh you poor naive FOOL!

I'm just kidding - we're happy to have you back in the field!

But I won't lie to you, the journey to vet school is butts. I'm still on it, still wanting to go the distance, but it's stiiillll butts.

So GT, first things first, RESEARCH YOUR SCHOOLS. You gotta know their minimum requirements, their prerequisites, their DUE DATES, their additional fees (it's all about additional fees), and anything else you can get from their websites, emails, and VMCAS.

Ahahhahhhhaahhh you poor naive FOOL!

I'm just kidding - we're happy to have you back in the field!

But I won't lie to you, the journey to vet school is butts. I'm still on it, still wanting to go the distance, but it's stiiillll butts.

So GT, I’m gonna give you a bulleted list of what I think are the most important things you need to know before and while applying for veterinary school starting in the 2024 cycle.

Set up an account at VMCAS (aka Veterinary Medical College Application Service) The site doesn’t open until January (when the application cycle for 2024 starts), but keep the site bookmarked and check back frequently so you can stay updated.

On that note, check out AAVMC (American Association of Veterinary Medical Colleges) Here you can get the lowdown on ALL the veterinary schools, which can inform your decision on which to apply to

The most important information you are going to want to focus on; 1. DUE DATES - for all applications, fees, and coursework a. Put them in your calendar, on sticky notes, on your forehead - whatever you need to do to not miss them. Once they’re passed, you’re out of luck 2. Minimum prerequisite course requirements (coursework and grades) a. Also, know that prerequisite coursework expires after ten years. It's BS and I’m dealing with that right now ugh 2. Letters of recommendations

You will need at least three - no exceptions - and at least one needs to come from a licensed veterinarian

All your previous academic records, relevant experience, volunteer work, and anything else that is even slightly animal/veterinary related that can beef up your application

You will have to dig back through your old transcripts (you’ll need to get an official one) and get all your old coursework - it is very important to get your grades and courses correct/exact on the application

They’re gonna ask for very specific dates, hours, and numbers so just do the best you can in documenting this

The next part of the application(s) is all about personal essays. The standard application has its own base essays and then each individual application for each school has its own essays.

Spend the most time on this. Every admissions person I have talked to says that the essays are where it’s at. Try to make yourself stand out from the crowd - explain your reasonings for wanting to be a vet beyond “I like animals,” and do your best to tell your story.

Sidenote: If you plan to apply to the two colleges in Texas, there is an entirely DIFFERENT application called the TMDSAS (Texas Medical & Dental Schools Application Service) you will have to make an account for, fill out, have your letter of recommendation sent to, and pay for. It's very annoying because Texas thinks it's just so special. (I live in Texas I can say these things)

I wanna say that’s everything? I’m sure there is more, but the listed websites help a lot too.

I also want to say, don’t get discouraged. Most people don’t get in on their first try. Not saying you won’t! It’s just statistics. So if you don’t get in, keep trying! Lord knows we need more vets!

Best of luck to you and if you need any more help, you know where to find me!

#askavettech #submission #veterinarian #veterinary school #vet school #vet school application

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The show that changed Tom Holland’s life: “Now I am able to put myself in a mental pace where I’m really happy.” | El País

The actor stars in his first series, The Crowded Room, a psychological thriller with mental health and trauma at its core

For Tom Holland (London, 27 years old), the series The Crowded Room has changed his life. "Now I am a much happier person, I am in a much better place," he said in an interview with EL PAÍS by video call last week, just the day before his twenty-seventh birthday. The actor, known worldwide for playing Peter Parker, Spider-Man, in the cinema since 2017, is now starring in his first series, the psychological thriller The Crowded Room, which premieres on Apple TV+ on Friday the 9th.

Tom plays Danny Sullivan, a shy and antisocial young man who ends up involved in a shooting in Rockefeller Center in New York in 1979. During the interrogation to which he is subjected by an investigator (played by Amanda Seyfried), Danny reviews his life, his relationships with friends and family, and how it all led him to where he is. The story gradually unfolds like a puzzle in which the pieces make sense and fall into place as the episodes go by. Knowing more than these small details can mean spoiling the viewer's experience and the twists it keeps.

The filming process lasted for 10 months, and the entire process involved a great effort for the actor, as he now explains. “We dealt with sensitive material, a roller-coaster of emotions that ended up taking its toll on me personally,” he recalls. “The whole process of making the series helped me deepen into myself. I have come to better understand what I am capable of, what I can handle, what triggers me and sends me into a spiral. Now I am able to put myself in a mental pace where I’m really happy,” he continues.

Screenwriter Akiva Goldsman, Academy award winner in 2002 for the screenplay of A Beautiful Mind, is the creator of this story with which, in his own words, he intends to “generate empathy towards those who suffer trauma related to an illness mental.” Goldsman knows that area well, both personally (both of his parents are child psychologists) and professionally (A Beautiful Mind was based on the life of mathematician John Forbes Nash, who suffered from schizophrenia). “His knowledge and his experience on the subject are endless,” Holland notes of Goldsman. “To me he was a mentor, a confidant, a friend, someone to lean on whenever I needed, and a great source of information on these matters.” The actor assures that the series has changed his views on trauma and mental health. “I hope it will serve as a learning experience for millions of people around the world because we need to understand what life can be like for these poor people.”

The main character of The Crowded Room is based on a real man, Billy Milligan —again, better not to know more details because a simple search on the internet can destroy the viewing experience—, but in the series they decided to opt for the path of fiction instead of recreating his history. “One of the reasons we did it is because we wanted people to empathize with Danny and understand his actions and why he does them,” explains the actor.

For his first series (he participated in the British Wolf Hall in 2015, but this is his first starring role on television), Holland wanted to live the full experience. He accepted the job before any script was written and decided not only to participate as an actor, but also as an executive producer to follow all phases of the process, from beginning to end. “It's been very interesting for me to understand how television works, to navigate a 10-hour story instead of two and a half hours. It's been a huge learning curve and I think the audience will appreciate it because it's a real psychological thriller that makes you think, keeps you alert and hooked,” he describes.

“Possibly, it would have been easier for me to just be the lead, but I love learning new things. I love this industry and working in it, the creative process and the collaboration between departments, and I wanted to be a part of this in a more hands-on way,” he adds. He was even present in the conversations leading up to the writing of the script. “Akiva [Goldsman] only had one outline for each chapter back then. We talked about the episodes, the turning points, and then once we had the 10 episodes outlined in a more solid way, he and his writing team put it on paper. They did a great job. I hate reading scripts, it's the part of my job that I really don't like. But reading these scripts was fantastic”, recalls the actor.

The level of involvement that Tom Holland assumed in this series is surprising. And his response is also surprising when asked about the best part of the whole process: “To be totally honest, I would say the editing process. I worked with Akiva and the editor every week, we would meet at least twice a week and go through the episodes, and they would listen to my thoughts. It was a great experience to see how these experts did what they do best. Some episodes completely changed order. I loved that they allowed me to be part of that process of building the puzzle.”

Now, Holland takes things more calmly. Personally, he has been in a relationship for a long time with another Hollywood star, Zendaya, his co-star in Spider-Man. Months ago he decided to interact in a more casual way with social networks. He has explained that he has been sober for a year and four months and is involved in associations related to youth mental health. Professionally, the writers' strike paralyzed the project to launch what would be his fourth Spider-Man movie. A short break for someone he has been working non-stop since he made his film debut with J. A. Bayona with The Impossible in 2012. Would he like to get back into a working relationship with Spain? “There may be something small in the making, yes. With the writers' strike, everything has stopped, we are not developing anything in solidarity with our friends on strike. But I've been talking to Bayona and maybe there's something we can do together. He changed my life, I owe him a lot and I love him, he is one of my dearest friends. So maybe you will see me in a movie with him in the next few years,” he advances.

Loosely translated by tomhollandnet

#the crowded room #tom holland #interview #tcr press

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ribbonpinky-art · 1 year

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I need help

I need advice. Or help. Or both?

Mirrin and I are um.. discussing getting me out of here, out of my house, out of the US. Thinking very seriously about the best plan of action to remove myself from this house and to a better place, to be with my partner, to get a better life.

This goes out to anyone who has experienced it: How do you escape an abusive family? How do you do it safely? What steps can I take if I decide to go through with this?

Truly, I do not know how to feel. I have so much doubt. Doubt that i would not be in this situation if i had just bothered to do as I’m told. But I’m disabled, both in body and in mind. I’ve been living with my parents my entire life. If i wasn't disabled, I might have had my own house by now, at 27 years old. But I cant fulfill their expectations. I wont be able to get an acceptable job. Even if I did, it would hurt me. It wouldn’t make me less autistic, less fearful, less in physical pain.

The longer I’m here, the more I’m reminded I am not welcome- I am everything (in secret) my parents don't want me to be (queer, atheist). I’m a disgrace compared to my brothers who have found success.

But that doubt has always been their authoritarian voices in my head. If escaping feels like the only way i can truly be free, then so be it.

So far, our plan is to just... well, I buy a plane ticket straight to my destination. I pack up my things, what I need, and leave everything else behind... I call a taxi to get me to the airport. And never look back. Mirrin would tell their family about my situation to make my arrival there apparent. I may even call the bank to separate mine from my parents’, since they technically control it and monitor it (they never took or kept money from me.. but it would for sure be best if I made it purely my own). Ideally, a friend helping me with all that would be great. But who knows... We are just. Talking.. hoping.

Again, any advice and any, ANY kind of help would mean so much to me. I want both Mirrin and I to get the life we deserve. I don’t wanna be here anymore.

#a biiiiiiiit nervous about posting this bc it will help solidify the decision if i make it #but its necessary #um dont worry too much im not in immediate danger or anything.. but idk what else to do other than to do something drastic #also any tags to spread this around would be great. idc if this gets reblogged either i guess

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We’ve been mutuals for a long time so I remember your occasional mentions about therapy and healing, which actually played a role in prompting me to try and understand my own trauma I was in denial of for a very long time and starting my journey towards getting better I guess. I’m still really struggling with my anxiety, have been for a really long time, sometimes the triggers are too overwhelming and feels like therapy and trauma work only make me understand enough to want to run away again, due to how much my body reacts in social settings, or at the thought of how out of control everything is in my brain. Can I ask, perhaps in vague terms, what was your journey like in the beginning? Does the anxiety ever start to lessen in intensity? Do you ever get to the point where you can process your trauma enough to finally face the reality of it’s remnants in people and places? How long does it take till you begin to seek happiness instead of the vicious internal destruction? How (if at all) does the dynamics of your healing journey change when you let another person you love into your life?

By the end of (reading) this ask I was like ouuff 😮‍💨 that's heavy😅

Salam my dear, I appreciate you sending this ask, I see your courage and your will to get better and get a bit of control over your life, and that's only a sign of strength and bravery, I am proud of you 🤍

Now, I am not sure if I am gonna answer all your points or get carried away by my own thoughts but let me give it a try.

First of all, from personal experience (obviously all my answers will be based on that) I don't think anxiety is something we can totally heal from or get rid of, it is not a feature we can deactivate, and do not take this the wrong way, I will explain later, but with therapy we learn to cope with our anxiety, we learn to make peace with it, and live with it in the most cooperative non-impeding ways.

One of the most memorable sayings that my therapist told me so early on in my journey is that her and my anxiety are both trying to do the same thing: protect me, they are not working against each other, they would actually work together (if my anxiety wouldn't be so stubborn lol).

Anxiety is in simple terms or at a very primal level a reaction to a trigger, you brain detects something that it deems wrong or dangerous and it alerts your body - there is nothing wrong with that. In fact, as human beings we relied on that trigger-response for God knows how many thousands of years to survive and get to this point in history. But then anxiety is perceived as a problem once it becomes a disability, in the sense that it would prevent the person from going on about their day normally.

Now what happened is that I lived like 27 or 28 years of my life not even realizing I had anxiety. I would hear people talk about it all the time and it never clicked, for me not even once that hey that's what I have! Until my therapist said the word. And I was like " anxiety? Me? Noway! I am an extrovert, I have a lot of friends, I am not scared of crowds, I love trying new things and living new experiences blah blah blah" but I had no idea that I had actually been repressing it all in for all those years.

So after the acceptance, the second phase was that anxiety took over my life! I had become fully afraid of everything and I just retrieved to myself. Everything was emphasized. I sorta kinda cut off people and stopped going after things and experiences blah blah .. I remember telling my therapist, since the day I was faced with the diagnosis, seems like anxiety is all that I am! I want to get my old self back, I want to get my life back! Anxiety stole my life! It was painful, it was uncomfortable and it was also my excuse for everything..

But then, one of the biggest turning-points in my therapy journey was when I decided to love my anxiety, and understand it better, understand that it does not want to do me any harm but actually protect me, so I became more aware inward and outward, I became very attentive to the changes and the signs my body gives me, you can catch me whispering " what is it babygirl, what's wrong? " as soon as I feel that stomach ache, lol. I honestly do talk to it, I can proudly say I befriended it and that's how I managed to get on its good sign and take control of my life back.

Now I even anticipate it. I sorta know my triggers, so I can te that I will have an episode, I have learned a few techniques on how to calm myself down or distract my mind, sometimes when it is intense I would allow myself a day off or even an hour off just to myself to do something that brings me comfort, I journal a lot, I analyze my thoughts and whatnot.. and that's what therapy is good for, it equips you with tools to cope with the issue at hand. And yes, that's how it lessens in its intensity like you said. That's how you gain back control over your life. That's how you get closer to feeling and achieving peace, because listen boo, we are not looking for happiness, the goal is actually peace. Happiness is only a moment in time, it's fleeing, it's just an instant. Inner peace and mental peace is what lasts.

I can't tell you how much time it takes because every journey is personal and different, to each of us their path, and relapses do happen, setbacks do happen, after all we are only human, and especially for us girls, the hormonal imbalance is a nightmare and it does affect our psyche.. there is also life events always happening and affecting our mental health.. but the most important part is that you never stop, never give up, you keep walking your path of healing and you keep asking for help! I always say that the keys to having a good experience with therapy are the 3Ps: perseverance, patience and practice!

I have been in therapy for I think 3 years next month, and proudly I can say we don't have the scheduled regular sessions, I do not need them anymore, Alhamdullillah, now it is basically only in cases of emergency like if something really intense happens, other than that, Alhamdullillah I am capable of managing my anxiety attacks, which are neither that frequent not that intense anymore, Alhamdullillah.

P.s. I did not mention trauma because tbh with my therapist we haven't been working on that. And I am well-aware of how sensitive and different our traumatic experiences are, so I chose to sit this one out.

Anyways, I hope I managed to answer your questions or at least bring you some hope! And again, I am very proud of you, I know how gard and tricky it gets but I promise you it gets better, so keep going 🤍

#asks #on anxiety #mental health #ask Asmaa

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