Ok I've been dealing with a medical-ish thing and I'm fine and it's fine like it is objectively not harmful and whatever but it's absolutely tanked my mental health, like I want to fucking die. My OCD has kicked into high gear and it's been 2 months, 24/7 "is it worse? Should I be doing something? What if it's worse? What do I do?"
Which has sent my depression into overdrive with, "Yeah, like we said, life is ever increasing misery, your body fails one step at a time, and then you die! And you are such a freak show you don't even get to have any of the parts that supposedly make it worth it anyway! Congrats, fuck up!"
And I've been trying really hard to explain to the providers I've been seeing that I'm sorry, I know I'm crazy, I hate it too, but I can't turn my brain off and I'm scared all the time. I'm trying. I'm really, really trying, but I am scared and stressed and worrying all. the. time.
The problem is that everyone at that office has decided I'm crazy and to just ignore what I'm telling them instead of actually listening to me and honestly they're not wrong and I just feel trapped and defeated and like garbage all the time now.
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What are some ideas you have floating around that you don't have any plans on writing but like to entertain as a thought?
Many of them, in fact! Though they sort of vanish from my memory if I don't make a record of them, here's a few ones I jotted down when they came to mind.
For a domestic one: Bill thought he'd hate a lot of being married! Even though he loves Dipper, he thought he'd rebel against the chains of domesticity - and in some ways he still does - but one major benefit he's found is not having to be 'on' all the time.
No need to be perfectly performing all the time! No shoving around for social influence, no intimidation, or clever tricks. No commanding attention or taking up the room. Hell, there's surprisingly little upkeep! Bill can undo his tie and pick his nose and bitch about his day to someone who isn't bending over backwards to agree with him on everything. Someone who doesn't give him a weird look and sneer if he, god forbid, actually wants to sit down, read a book, drop the grin for an hour or two.
The concept in question is Bill's very first moment of great surprise. That when he isn't being the most charming, terrifying, and exciting guy in the universe, and just chilling out for like, five minutes, Dipper comes over and snuggles up to him on the couch, or wraps his arms around his shoulders and kisses the top of his head. And when Bill asks 'what was that for?', Dipper shrugs and goes 'eh, just felt like it'. It's both baffling and extremely compelling.
A short where Reincarnated Dip is Definitely Sure he's Not Gay!!! Especially not for this Hot Demon Man who is getting so close and touchy with him with his big smile and horrible wiles. Yep. Just keeping an eye on him to make sure he's not up to something Nefarious ™.
A discussion between Dipper and Bill where Dipper insists that Bill should understand this, or not do that, because, like. Y'know, Bill's a guy! There are guy things! Making Bill stare at Dipper like he's an idiot. He proceeds to informs Dipper how that's stupid for multiple reasons! First, that Bill's Not Human to begin with, his gender can't be put into a little box! And frankly, he never filled out the paperwork for his original one, come to think of it. Sure, he/him's fine, but c'mon, sapling, thinking of the whole shebang like a binary is dumb as hell. Now Dipper has to do some mental readjustment re: his own issues with masculinity/gender.
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I have to drag myself back online Markiplier just made another smash or pass pokemon video and has now proudly said smash to the furriest of fakemon ever - I will stand to answer the call uwu
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Listen. Listen I get the hype and thirst for Miguel O'Hara okay? I get it. BUT THE WAY I WOULD FOLD FOR HOBIE BROWN I SWEAR TO GOD. I would make lawn chairs jealous. Wet paper towels would have nothing on me. Origami would wish it could do what I would do. The unholy things I want that man to do to me would get me banned from church. I apologize in advance for the person I will become once ATSV gets released on demand. Hobie and Miguel had no reason to be that fine but if I don't see more people simping for Spiderpunk I will be DISAPPOINTED he was TOO GODDAMN PRETTY for you guys not to jump on that.
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oc memery
Thanks for the tags @bleumanouche & @sparrowsingsstories! No pressure tags: @advictoriams @ihateclaws @wishing4nuclearwinter @bluepriestess @kharonion @khazrablood @ragedaisy @fuzzydreamin @new-eyes-extra-colors
Name: Cyril Reed
Nickname/Alias: Reed, Cy(limited to Mercy only), Whisper(RR call name)
Gender: Trans man
Star sign: Scorpio(November 13, 2049)
Height: 5'9"/175cm
Orientation: Bi + poly
Nationality: American
Favorite fruit: Apple
Favorite season: Autumn
Favorite flower: Wildflowers
Favorite scent: Petrichor
Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: coffee
Average hours of sleep: 4-6 on a good day
Dog or cat person: He'd actually really enjoy having a cat, but he's definitely a dog person first and foremost
Dream trip: He’d love to go back to his hometown in upstate New York at some point just to see how much things have changed, but more than likely wouldn’t go back without another reason- he’d just figure the area was hit hard and would either be hard to get to or heavily irradiated like the Glowing Sea
Number of blankets they'd choose to sleep with: At least 2-3 heavy blankets, he’d commit so many crimes for a good weighted blanket
Random fact: Margot’s actually his first pet- he didn’t have any pets growing up or while he was in the army prior to being assigned to her.
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north says your brothers are dead.
north says your brothers are dead, but he has to be a liar, because he has always been a liar. because he has always been a bastard. because the numbers mean you can't check his thoughts for lies. because he has to be lying. because the alternative is that your brothers left you. because the alternative is that you left them. left them lying on the sidewalk in an open grave of shattered glass and broken concrete and all those dead bodies and all that blood, there was so much blood, why can you not stop thinking of the blood?! of their hands reaching out for yours amongst the ruin, amidst the fall, along your spine when you uselessly throw yourself at north's thoughts again?
north's thoughts make you feel sick. make you feel staticky. make you clench your teeth and fists and stomach as you feel the nerves creep in, the dreading fear of something being wrong, the persistent terror of needing to stop, needing to keep going, needing to reach just a little bit deeper, needing to find purchase somewhere, anywhere, anything, anything about them, because they couldn't just leave you! they wouldn't leave you! you're supposed to stick together! you've always stuck together!
north says your brothers are dead. you wish you'd died with them.
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I wonder if there's a Buzzfeed Quiz that's like, "Tell Me Your Taste In Fictional Characters, and I'll Be Able To Tell You How Cruddy Your Childhood Was!"
Listen, I'm not saying that my taste in fictional characters (especially men) is bad even though it is, but I wonder if it may have any correlation, you know, with my not good childhood.
It's just a thought, you know, but if anyone comes up with this, they know where to find me. 😉
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