#sometimes when I get too depressed or if my body doesn't need a shower but my hair is greasy

[x0x0josephinex0x0]

comfort | kmg

i am feeling icky (physically and mentally and basically in all the ways, send help lol) and as always mingyu is my comfort human so i guess i was just feeling it. reader is mentioned to be an introvert. also reader is in a bad place mentally, lowkey is implied to be a depressive episode (self-insert? hi). kinda sorta from mingyu's pov. pet names used (honey, baby, my love). kinda sorta based on this song (How to Love You Today by Son of Cloud).

mingyu understands the difference between being introverted and being quiet -- after all, he's friends with hoshi, an introvert, who can blow his eardrums at a moment's notice. he's also dating you, and while you're no hoshi, you're definitely not a wonwoo, either.

more than understanding the difference between quiet and introverted, though, he knows you. so he knows that look you have in your eyes -- the hollow, dull look that steals over your features, sometimes for weeks at a time, while you struggle to feel anything at all. he sees it in you now as you stare out the window at the gloomy clouds gathering over the hills.

it's getting bad again. he knows it. you're usually so still when you sleep, and so splendidly expressive while you're awake, but recently that has switched -- your dreams are restless and your sleep-talking more vocal, and you spend more time sitting and staring than you do normally, your face blank and empty, your hands cold whenever he reaches for them. these are the kinds of days that sap you of your saturation, leaving you feeling listless and drained -- times when mingyu has to remind you in gentle tones to eat, to come to bed, to join him in the shower. your mind is not always kind to you, so mingyu has made it his personal mission to be so.

the worst part is, you've stopped singing. when you'd been "just friends", sometimes your constant humming and vocalizing would peeve mingyu when he was trying to concentrate, but after living with you for almost two years, he barely notices it anymore. in fact, he only really notices when you stop, and it's one of his first indicators that something is off about you.

he's been waiting for you to tell him what's going on. usually he can tell you're in a bad state before you can, but mingyu also knows that if he tells you he's noticed, you'll start trying to hide it from him. because you don't want to be a burden. (the thought of you ever being too much for him is laughable to mingyu. he loves you like it's breathing -- just an instinct, something he never even needs to think about, because it's just that easy. every person is heavy sometimes, so why was it so unreasonable for you, his most beloved and treasured person, to believe that he'd willingly carry you, no matter how heavy you got?)

so he waits, staying aware of you always, noting how the dark circles under your hollow eyes get more pronounced. and he worries, of course he does. but he also knows that one day, soon, you'll --

"mingyu?"

he's in the kitchen shredding lettuce for a sandwich for you when he hears it: that tiny voice you use when you're sort of kind of hoping he doesn't turn around to look at you. because you're on the verge of tears, or you look like hell, or a million other reasons that he couldn't care less about. so he turns around. "hey baby. what's up?"

"i...i don't feel good."

that's really all he needs. that's really all it takes, if he's being honest with himself. he goes to you where you hover in the doorway, afraid to take up space, and pulls you into his arms. "i know, honey. i've got you."

there's nothing like the feeling of having your tense muscles relax into him, the way your body releases all that angst as he runs a warm hand up and down your back. you lean your head against his shoulder and repeat, "you got me?" softly, almost embarrassed.

but even as mingyu's heart aches for you -- even as the tears prick the back of his eyes as he thinks of how you must've been suffering -- he feels so grateful. grateful that you trust him. grateful that you feel safe enough to do what he knows is so scary for you. grateful that you choose to do it despite everyone in the past who has made you feel inadequate for needing a hand.

he presses one, two, three kisses to your temple. "i've got you, my love. i've always got you."

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[being-addie]

Sunday Resets

Setting aside time for yourself is so important. I don't think people understand how vital it is to pay attention to your body and just take a day to let your body r-e-l-a-x. We're all so busy fighting to reach the top, that while climbing the corporate ladder, we lose ourselves somewhere along the way. Burnout, depression, and monotony come into play when we don't listen to our bodies telling us they need a break.

Once every two weeks or so, on a Sunday, I turn off all my notifications and have a day dedicated to me. Giving my body some TLC, resting and preparing for the next week. If I have plans on a Sunday, such as brunch or a meeting, I shift that day to Saturday, or at the very least, a day where I have at least 4-5 hours to spend leisurely.

Things I like to do on my Sunday resets:

Wake up early/sleep in: Depending on my mood, and how much sleep I've had during the week, I'll either be up at the crack of dawn or still in bed till it's nearly noon. There's no shame in staying in bed till 11:30 if you're particularly exhausted, but I recommend waking up at least before 11 AM because then you'll feel tired and groggy (of course, this doesn't apply to everyone)

Clean my room: I always make my bed without fail, and if my room is messy, then I'll clean it. Clean the vanity table, my desk, closet, art cupboard and bookshelf, and then the bathroom. If my mom needs help around the house, I do that too.

Food: I make myself a good breakfast, taking time to move around the kitchen and just breathe. I'm getting to eat good food, the sun is shining and I'm alive. It's great. Sometimes my dad cooks for the whole family and we just sit and eat together.

The Everything Shower: I take my Everything Shower on Sundays, where I wash my hair, deep condition, use a hair and face mask, exfoliate and do a face massage. I don't shave because I get my waxing done in a salon. I then slather myself in cocoa butter lotion and apply lip balm. Then do my hair routine (curly hair). It takes a few hours, but it's worth it.

The Next Week: I prep for the next week by cooking something I can take to my classes, like granola bars or homemade pita chips. I also sit down and plan my schedule (any dinners, meetings, parties, etc) and make a rough plan of my goals for the week, like assignments and deadlines.

Errands: I usually make a list of things I need to do during the week, like any specific separate groceries that I use, art supplies I'm low on, or needing to top up the air in my tyres. Then I go complete all of those in the afternoon.

Walks: In the evening, I take a walk around the block with a friend. I usually am too busy to do this during the week, so getting some fresh air is always a treat.

Relax: The rest of the evening is spent relaxing. I watch Netflix with my family, chat with my younger sister, read a novel/play the piano/write poetry. We have dinner together and then either watch a movie or just spend the time talking about our week, or the news. It's fun.

Double-check: Before I go to sleep, I make sure to double-check that my work is done, my bag is packed, clothes are folded and all my devices are charged. I'm in bed by 10:30 PM.

Remember that not all Sundays will be like this. Sometimes I'm extremely drained, so I'll sleep in, order food and just lay in bed recuperating. It's okay to take a rest day. This guide is if you want to be more productive, and it helps the week go smoother. Be the person who has their life in charge. You've got this.

<3

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[kentopedia]

How do you think Nanami would take care of his gf/wife when she's on her period?

omg THIS REQUEST <3 i think about him every time im on my period bc i just know he would be the very best :(

kento is (of course) a knowledgable man when it comes to this ! he thinks it's ridiculous when men get uncomfortable or awkward about periods. he will encourage conversations about it, because he likes to understand how you're feeling and what you need from him !

when you've been together for long enough, he definitely reaches a point where he knows when your period is going to come. he is super observation of all the little changes in the way you act, even if you aren't very good about tracking <3

and he is so prepared ! if you're on your period or close to it, he'll carry a couple tampons in his pocket just in case you accidentally forget :,)

if you have pretty bad mood swings, he is obviously not judgmental at all! he is so so patient with you, because it's not your fault your hormones are all mixed up, and you're crying to him for no reason in the middle of the day :(

he is definitely the husband/bf that knows if you prefer pads or tampons, which brand you like, etc, ! and he will alwaysss go pick them up for you if you ask. he's a mature man

and he'll spoil you a little more than usual for sure. especially if you (like me) get more depressed or anxious right before your period.

he'll pick you up flowers, cook you dinner, buy you some little gifts just to cheer you up

even if that makes you cry ten times harder

and he sends you the sweetest little messages throughout the day just checking up on you: asking if your cramps are super bad, if you're feeling better, little i love you's, things like that !

he always wants to know if there's anything he can do to help you out. and even if you're the type to insist you'll be fine, he just wants you to know that you can lean on him if you need to.

during your period, if you get home after a long day very fatigued, he'll rub your back and massage any part of your body that hurts

ooh he loves taking a nice hot shower or bath with you too to help your pain

if it's sometimes hard for you to work up an appetite during your period, kento would be super conscious of that. he notices immediately, and wants to make sure you're taking care of yourself and your body!

& of course, he'll get you pain killers and heating pads to help your cramps !

he loves when you lay curled into him, partially on his chest so he can rub your stomach. the feeling of his warm hand pressing soothing circles into your skin is better than a heating pad anyway

if you get super fatigued during your period, kento really really doesn't mind picking up some of the chores around the house for a few extra days.

honestly, whatever you need, kento is willing to provide for you! if you just want some space, he'll let you have that too. he just really wants you to communicate your needs, that is so important to him

NSFW BELOW

just for the record.

if its something that will help your cramps go away, kento does not mind period sex at alll

he's a sorcerer, he has seen his fair share of blood, has cleaned up plenty of wounds, he doesn't get queasy or weird about it.

and he loves you so so much, he hates seeing you in pain :( he'll do anything he can to help, especially if he gets some enjoyment out of it too hehe

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[mega-aulover]

Katniss didn't settle for Peeta, she didn't say well this is as good as it gets...no she actively chose Peeta every single time. She knew him intimately when she described him with swoon-worthy words:

You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.

She always thought of him...chose him:

When he was reaped she expressed immediate remorse "Oh no not him, not the boy with the bread."

When he was reaped in The Hunger Games: "To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed."

In the Arena, the Hunger Games: “The idea of actually losing Peeta hit me again and I realized how much I don’t want him to die. And it’s not about the sponsors. And it’s not about what will happen back home. And it’s not just that I don’t want to be alone. It’s him. I do not want to lose the boy with the bread.”

To Haymitch in Catching Fire: ″‘Like you said, it’s going to be bad no matter how you slice it. And whatever Peeta wants, it’s his turn to be saved. We both owe him that.’ My voice takes on a pleading tone. ‘Besides, the Capitol hates me so much, I’m as good as dead now. He still might have a chance.‘” (Katniss was ready to die for him and is begging Haymitch to die for him too)

In Catching Fire the Arena: I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me. "I do", I say. "I need you."

In District 13 in Mockingjay: I drink in his wholeness, the soundness of his body and mind. It runs through me like the morphling they give me in the hospital, dulling the pain of the last weeks.

In District 13 in Mockingjay, she is deeply depressed without him. She is suffering from PTSD and doesn't have her support system there. She misses Peeta. Katniss pines for him - keeps the pearl he gave her nearby...

"Sometimes when I’m alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena."

"My mockingjay pin now lives with Cinna’s outfit, but there’s the gold locket and the silver parachute with the spile and Peeta’s pearl. I knot the pearl into the corner of the parachute, bury it deep in the recesses of the bag, as if it’s Peeta’s life and no one can take it away as long as I guard it."

By the end of the book, after watching her sister die, and having shot Coin - Katniss loses it...and she becomes almost catatonic. Katniss blocks out everything when she comes back to District Twelve in Mockingjay:

"I haven’t left the house. I haven’t even left the kitchen except to go to the small bathroom a few steps off of it. I’m in the same clothes I left the Capitol in."

She cares for nothing and is forced to eat it's only when Peeta comes back that she becomes aware of her appearance and it's when she literally begins to live:

"When I see him, I pull up short. His face is flushed from digging up the ground under the windows. In a wheelbarrow are five scraggly bushes. “You’re back,” I say. “Dr. Aurelius wouldn’t let me leave the Capitol until yesterday,” Peeta says. “By the way, he said to tell you he can’t keep pretending he’s treating you forever. You have to pick up the phone.” He looks well. Thin and covered with burn scars like me, but his eyes have lost that clouded, tortured look. He’s frowning slightly, though, as he takes me in. I make a halfhearted effort to push my hair out of my eyes and realize it’s matted into clumps." ...-... "Back upstairs, I throw open the bedroom windows to clear out the rest of Snow’s stench. But it still lingers, on my clothes and in my pores. I strip, and flakes of skin the size of playing cards cling to the garments. Avoiding the mirror, I step into the shower and scrub the roses from my hair, my body, my mouth. Bright pink and tingling, I find something clean to wear. It takes half an hour to comb out my hair. Greasy Sae unlocks the front door. While she makes breakfast, I feed the clothes I had shed to the fire. At her suggestion, I pare off my nails with a knife."

Katniss chose to be with Peeta, just like she chose to live when he came back...

#Katniss Everdeen #Peeta Mellark #Everlark #this is a long one #Katniss x Peeta #the hunger games #catching fire #mockingjay #Mj1 #mj2 #mj part 1 #mj part 2 #thg

[whole-circus]

Creepypastas and small things they would do for you when you depressed!

➥ Jeff the Killer, Homicidal Liu, Eyeless Jack, Masky, Ben Drowned, "Ticci" Toby Hi, please dont be scared to get help if you feel like you need it - obvious thing but your feelings valid and you matter so much! And my DMs are always open! >:)

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☆ Jeff the Killer

Okay, Jeff isn't the best when it comes to comforting people, even if he really cares about them. He feels lost and has no idea what to do, but seeing you all miserable makes his heart break. Thats why I think he would do small acts of service. Don't expect a lot from him - he loves you, but he really is so awkward.. Thats why he brings you meals (he can't cook for shit), open the window in your room and let some air to it, he even clean around! Jeff also loves to spoil you! He know that he isn't the most affectionate, so he gives you a lot of small gifts! Maybe nice looking rocks, flowers, jewlery stolen from his victims....all romantic! Also things that reminds you of him! The one based on your personality, likes and stuf!! And dont even try to say that you dont deserve all that.. because deep down you mean everything to Jeff! Come on, there is a reason why he keept you alive, huh?

☆ Homicidal Liu

Absolute sweetheart when it comes to comforting you! You had a rough, long day? Even worse than normally? He is right here with you, doing his best. You just wanna seat in silence? Too tired to talk? Liu will be here. No sign of judgement on his face, just his typical soft and full of compasion smile. If you feel okay with him touching you, he would hold your hand or offer you a hug. No worries, you can stay in his soft embrace as long as you need it - its just you both agaist the world. He just want to make sure that you know he is here for you. Liu would talk about all things you are worried, trying to find solution if its possible, but he is also not too pushy when it comes to that. And no matter how you feel now, or if you will yell and cry, pushing him away - he is always here to got your back.

☆ Eyeless Jack

Jack is just another person with this comforting aura. At the end of hard day, you can't help but want cuddle to him and sob into his arms..And Jack is a great listener, always wanting to make you feel that your suffer is visible and heard! Thats why he is the best person to come vent to, or maybe just stay in his presence if you are too tired to talk! He doesn't talk too much, but he can if you want. Always ready to say something to cheer you up, and he doesn't make this stupid comments like "you dont look depressed" or "yeah same lol"! You are his everything and if you need a bit of help? Thats what relationship is all about, he doesnt mind at all! Just cuddle to him, tell him every thought of yours while he caress your head and gently rock back and forth!

☆ Masky

If Masky really does care about you (no worries, he does) he will be great when it comes to taking care about your body. Depression suck and we all know that well. Sometimes it takes away all of your energy and motivation, and its harder to take care of yourself. Thats why you have him! Masky would look after you a lot! He would check if you had eaten - you haven't? He will make you anything to eat, even for you to take small bite becasue you dont have appetite! Have problem with keeping yourself clean? Would help you shower or just clan with wet tissues, brush your teeth and wash your hair. And if your room gets too messy? Has no problem with helping you or just cleaning it by himself. He also keeps an eye on your sleep schedule! Masky doesn't judge - he knows how hard you already have it, and he just want to help. And needing help doesn't make you weak!

☆ Ben Drowned

Listen, Ben is such a dummy and cutie..he would try to make you laugh so bad..! He isnt doing it in this insistent, annoying way - he just do everything he can to make you smile! Cracking more jokes than usually, doing silly faces or you two could watch some silly video with cats/dogs...doesnt matter, he just try so much! He is also good person to stay in home with. He totally gets if you dont feel like socializing and going out, he already made you both a place so you could either play with him or just watch him play. Doesnt matter if you wanna talk, or if small-talk makes you annoyed and you just prefer to seat in silence. Big cuddle bug, so if that makes you feel better then he couldnt ask for more! Ben literally wants to make you feel even slightly better, but he also understand what you are going through and will always be by your side!

☆ "Ticci" Toby

As I said many many times, Toby is curious one - always ready to explore and do some fun stuff. And that makes him the perfect guy to make your days a bit brighter! Toby wants to be here for you, trying his best to get you out of bed and try new hobbies with you. When you are depressed its so easy to get into a routine, and just suffer from sadness and bad thoughts, laying in bed all day and starring at ceiling! And Toby doesn't want that silly! So no matter what is it- baking, cocking, some sport or artsy stuff - he loves that! But no worries, if you dont have that much energy, he will gladly stay with you in home, cuddling and watching movies. Its hard to be bored around him, he has some calming aura around. He understands that he won't make your deprresion dissapear, but Toby wants to make your days even a bit better.

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[andhumanslovedstories]

hello this is kind of heavy and no pressure at all to answer. and apologies because im sure you must have answered this before. but do you go through like a pain management flow chart for your patients and if so what are some of the steps? my dad is having some medical issues and i want to be able to help him manage his pain as much as i can. thank you and enjoy wasteland!

I work in a hospital setting so my pain management care plan is part of an interdisciplinary team in that setting. It's relatively easy for me to get, say, IV pain meds for a patient with extreme breakthrough pain. I don't know how well my approach would translate outside of that setting, I'm not palliative care trained, and I don't personally deal with chronic or acute pain (which is why I'm answering this publicly so other people can chime in), but in broad strokes:

First: Define pain. What type of pain is it? Muscle pain? Indigestion? Neuropathy? Surgical site? Stiffness from lack of movement? Is part of the pain also the fear of the pain? Sometimes when pain has been bad for a long time, or even has been bad in a short-term but very notable way, the idea of hurting that bad again is traumatizing. That fear of pain can, unfortunately, make you focus more on the pain you're feeling because now it's not just the physical sensation of pain, it's also the psychological impact of it.

Then, how does the pain affect you? Is it stopping you from sleeping? Is it stopping you from eating? Is it making you short-tempered or depressed? Does it make it difficult to focus on things? Does it make you nauseated? Anxious? Isolated? Do you feel like you need to hide it from those who care about you?

Everything pain is and affects is a place where you can intervene. Some of these interventions will be very small and would, if they were the only intervention, feel completely inadequate. Pain relief is rarely "you do one thing and you're done." You're addressing pain on multiple fronts, and sometimes that doesn't mean your focus isn't just the reduction of pain but the restoration of what pain has taken away. It's possible the worst part of pain for you isn't the pain itself but, for example, the immobility it causes. Are there different ways you can learn to move? Can you get a grabber? Can you get a shower chair? Can you find physical therapy exercises that help you regain strength or stop you from deconditioning to the degree you're able? What mobility aids might restore movement to you?

And if returning mobility is not possible at this time or ever, how can you modify your environment to support you? Can you figure out what bothers you the most about that immobility and mitigate that? If it's annoying that not being able to leave bed makes you bored, what can be within arm's reach? If it's frustrating that being too painful to move means you feel isolated from other people, can you make wherever you are more central? If pain makes having your bed on the second floor unfeasible, can you move your bed to the first floor? How can you adapt the environment around you?

I'd encourage movement too, to the degree it is possible. Being in the same position HURTS. If it feels good to stretch but you can't do it by yourself, can someone help you with range of motion? (You can look up "passive range of motion" to get an idea of how to do that.) This doesn't need to be exercising, just exploring the joy of moving your body. Related to movement is physical touch. I love lotions and medicated creams for pain patients because you can turn them into massages. Just be careful with pressure and be open about what hurts and what feels good. At the most gentle end of the spectrum is something called the M Technique which isn't even massage, it's like guided gentle touch. Give the body something else to feel.

Different medications work better with different types of pain. This part is hard to talk about in general because of the specificity of some pain med regiments. Tylenol is great, but be cautious with how much you are taking (acetaminophen overdoses are no joke) and remember that there's a point where more tylenol doesn't mean more pain relief. Opioids are great, but they can be very dangerous and aren't well-indicated for a lot of types of chronic pain. Even if opioids work best, I'd encourage you to be working on pain reduction on multiple fronts, as opioids are so controlled, it is easy to lose access to them. If opioids give you enough pain relief to do physical therapy, then make sure to do that physical therapy. Medications are amazing and I love them and I give out PRNs like crazy, but similarly to how I can't just take my depression meds and stop being depressed, pain medication works best in conjunction with other strategies. Those other strategies though can literally be something like "tramadol takes away the pain enough I can focus on something, and what I want to do with that focus is to watch a movie I've been meaning to rewatch for a while now but haven't had the spoons for." Sometimes all you will want to do when you get pain meds is sleep because you can't when you're hurting. Sleep is wonderful; how can you arrange your sleeping place and habits to make sleeping even more of a delight?

And if you find a medication that works, use it consistently. It is always easy to keep pain level than it is to address a pain spike. Don't wait until symptoms are at their worst to address them. Figure out what it feels like when your symptoms are ramping up, and intervene early.

Sometimes medications that aren't explicitly for pain can still help. If anxiety makes pain worse, consider an anxiety medication. If coughing hurts, can you get a numbing spray from your throat to make it less sensitive so you cough less?

I don't know how useful this is to you and your family. Hopefully it's at least something to think about. Think about palliative care (which is about the management of symptoms of illnesses rather than the treatment of illnesses) as not just taking away bad sensations but restoring good ones. You can't always get someone to a place with no pain. But what can you do to enhance life in the presence of that pain? There is a psychological aspect to pain, it's a parasite that drains you and makes you feel like you are nothing but a body that hurts and won't stop hurting. I want to make clear, I'm not saying pain is only in your mind. Bone mets and nerve pain exist whether you're cheerful about it or not. But pain doesn't have to mean suffering, it doesn't have to take away the things that make you you. Address pain through medication and therapies, but also remember that protecting, promoting, and prioritizing the parts of yourself that you most value and give you the most joy will help give your life so much substance that pain can't rob it all. You aren't doing one big thing. You are doing a thousand small things that make life easier, better, more suited to yourself and your abilities, and more aligned with the parts of life that you that give your life meaning.

(And a note in particular for being the family member of someone in pain--ultimately, they are going through this alone. It is their body. What can you make smoother for them? How can you protect their dignity and their privacy without making them feel abandoned or alone? How can you make it so your reaction to their pain is not part of their burden? Like for the six hundred other hypothetical questions in this endless post, the answers will be highly personal and will take time to figure out. Be patient and calm.)

#nursing tag #oops! sorry! it’s an essay with I think no definite answers for you #and also an extrapolation of my in hospital work and my home health work #long post

[blamemma]

30 maxiel!!!

things I wish you’d said - this literally does not fit this prompt at all really, it does if you squint really hard at the end, but anyway :)) - 2,072 words - yes we're out of the depressed daniel era, but sometimes u just need to sit down and re-visit it for a lil cry

In the end, Daniel has to take a break from everything. Racing. Social Media. Public Events. Every One. Michael. His parents. Max.

He buys a converted van, featuring a sofa that pulls out into a single bed, a tiny kitchen, and a shower he can just about squeeze into, and heads out along the coast of Australia. He turns his phone off for the most part, only using it for Maps and to message the group chat his family forced him to set up every two days, a small update and a selfie, so they know he's okay, alive.

He avoids tourist trap areas; he received enough sympathetic looks and kind words in Abu Dhabi, can't face strangers who barely know who he is or what he feels, coming up to him and passing on their condolences.

He drives and drives and drives and drives.

Open road. Sandy banks. Rock faces and dried out trees. Open barren land with a singular road cutting through it.

He avoids busy restaurants and sticks to quiet bars. Drinks too much whiskey and then passes out on his too small, cold, bed. Stops off at vineyards he's been meaning to visit for years, stock-piles bottles of wine to gift his mum and dad when he eventually arrives back home.

Max had hated the idea. Had come stumbling out of the door of Daniel's home, sleepy-eyed from jet lag, when Daniel had driven up in the van after heading out early to collect it.

He'd looked perplexed, cocked his head as Daniel had clambered out of the driver's seat.

"What is this Daniel?" Max had asked. He'd walked forward to Daniel, still in his sleep clothes, an over-sized Enchanté shirt and tight boxers, arms lifted a little higher than his waist, looking to curl into the side of Daniel's body in the early morning sun that was already blisteringly hot.

"It's my van," Daniel replied. "I'm going to go away for a bit."

Max stopped in his tracks, his hands instantly forming fists at his sides, before stretching out his fingers again.

"What?" He asked again.

"I'm gunna go away for a bit Maxy. Just me. And the Australian Road. Get my head straight."

"No," Max had responded. Daniel knew this would be Max's reaction. It's why Daniel hadn't told him beforehand, had kept the secret since Brazil, an impulse purchase after he'd crashed out in his second-to-last race. "We have just got here Daniel. You are not going to go away on your own. You can stay here or I will come with you!"

Despite Max's defiant attitude, Daniel had won. He'd left Max at his home in Perth, the first time he'd visited as Daniel's boyfriend, a promise of barbeques with family and chasing each other on dirt bikes forgotten. They'd argued, they'd cried, they'd pleaded with each other to understand, but ultimately, Daniel's mind was set.

He hasn't spoken to Max in two-and-a-half weeks now. Doesn't know what he'd say. I miss you. Your love isn't good enough to fix me. I love you. I can't stand the way you pity me.

He doesn't even know if Max is still in Perth. He wouldn't blame him if he'd gone back to Monaco.

His decision had been finalised when his Mum and Dad had arrived in Abu Dhabi. The tears prickling at the corner of his mum's eyes as she'd pulled him in sent guilt washing over him. He'd failed. They'd sacrificed everything for him to drive. And he couldn't give them the one thing they deserved. A Championship.

He'd marked Exmouth as his stopping point, where he'd turn around and head back home, but he arrives, camps under the stars for two days, rents a boat and sits for hours with a fishing rod that's never successful and still doesn't feel complete. Whole. He'd imagined, in the days between Brazil and Abu Dhabi, that this would fix him. That a solo trip would give him all the answers. Show him whether he's happy with this being the end, or driven to find a way back.

Instead, he just feels lost and alone.

He clambers back into his van, pulls out the beaten-up map that came with the vehicle and tries to pick a new place to go. No where strikes inspiration in him though. The big bold lettering of PERTH near the bottom of the map taunts him over and over again and he scrunches the map up, throwing it at the windshield.

Across from where he's parked, just across his van on a grassed area sits a family, at a picnic bench, fitted with a barbeque. Two dads sat side by side, a young son and daughter sat opposite them. Daniel can't tear his eyes away from them, as the kids sit eagerly awaiting their dinner, laughing, conversing. They're happy.

He'd promised Isaac and Isabella in Abu Dhabi that when they got back to Perth, they could come round to his house, and they'd spend hours in the pool and have a large barbeque, and end the night around the fire with smores.

Instead, he'd been too chicken to say goodbye to them.

He'd promised Max that he'd take him hiking at his favourite spot. Take him out on a date to his favourite Italian restaurant. Promised trips to the farmers market, and out for brunch, and endless beach days. Promised him a winter break of relaxation. A Christmas at Daniel's parents, one filled with sunshine and shorts and a mountain of presents.

Instead, he'd made Max fly all the way out here, and then abandoned him. The guilt hadn't left him, not since he'd pulled out of his dusted driveway and away from Max.

He props his feet upon the dash and watches the family as they move about their evening. Burgers eaten far too quickly by the children. A plea from their fathers to at least try the salad they'd purchased. A rugby ball emerging from their bag that they kick around and throw to each other. Small gentle kisses shared between partners, an arm around the waist, one thrown around the shoulder. Kids piling on top of their dads as they fall to the ground in a tackle. Laughter. So much laughter. And joy. And happiness.

Daniel calls Max.

It rings and rings and rings. Then Max's voicemail sets in. Daniel tries again. It rings and rings and rings. He puts his phone down on the seat and starts his engine. He'll follow a road somewhere.

His phone rings. A photo of Max curled up asleep in the sheets of their Monaco bedroom fills the screen.

He answers immediately, clutching the phone to his ear. It's silent on the other end of the line.

"Max?" Daniel asks gently.

"Daniel," Max repeats back to him.

"Max." Daniel says again. "I miss you, I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking, and I'm just so lonely and I hope you're okay, please tell me you're still okay. Are you still in Perth? I'm so sorry Max. I'm gunna drive home. Yeah? I'm gunna drive back okay. You'll be there right? When I get home? I'll make this up to you. Okay--I'll drive home tonight and then tomorrow we can do whatever you want. Whatever you want. " He's crying, and his words are coming out so fast, but the simple sound of Max's voice, the Dutch intonation speaking his own name, collapses him.

"Where are you?" Max asks. Daniel can hear his voice quiver on the other end of the line and a fresh wave of guilt washes over him. He should be there right now, Max shouldn't be feeling this way.

"I'm in Exmouth, it's almost at the tip of Western Australia. So it's about 13 hours to Perth but I can drive through the night Maxy, and then I'll be back home tomorrow. Yeah? Does that sound good?" Daniel selfishly, wants Max to beg him to come home, tell him how much he's missed him, and needs him. Daniel can't even tell if Max is still in Perth, too scared to outright ask.

"You should get some sleep Daniel. And then come home. You should not drive through the night you might crash. And then I will not be able to shout at you for all the horrible things you have done and I will have to attend your funeral with all these unresolved issues of course, so probably my speech would not be that good." The glimmer of teasing that comes through in Max's voice makes Daniel clutch at his chest in want.

"Yeah, okay baby, I'll see you tomorrow yeah?" Daniel asks.

"Yes Daniel. Come home. I will cook dinner for you when you get back. We can have a lovely evening."

"Sounds good. I love you." Daniel responds.

"I love you also." Max says, and Daniel has to hang up quickly before Max catches on to his desperate sobs.

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He does what Max asks, and sleeps. Not very well, and not for very long, but the next morning, he starts the van up at 5am and drives, joins the open road and heads home. He turns the stereo up, his Max playlist on loud and proud, singing along to the lines that resonate most to him. Whenever he stops off for fuel, and snacks, he texts Max, updating him on his journey and when he'll be home. Max responds to Daniel's first message, when he'd left Max know that he was leaving Exmouth, with Drive safe ❤️, the second message with See you soon! 😁 and the third message with I hope your bum is not feeling too numb!

He pulls up onto his track road and into his driveway just after 8pm and is greeted with a house decorated and ready for Christmas. Lights strung across the porch, pretend Snowman's just beside the front door, mistletoe hanging from above the entranceway. Max had put out all his Christmas decorations from years past.

He's already crying as he fumbles to undo his seatbelt, and stumbles out the drivers door.

The tears start falling when he sees Max running out of the front door towards him, jumping over the steps of the porch and bounding towards Daniel. Max stumbles into his chest, his strong arms wrapping around Daniel and pulling him into him. Daniel collapses into him, exhaustion and want and love all seeping out of him.

"Your mum showed me where all the Christmas decorations were kept last week. I asked her if she could show me. I thought that maybe if you would come home, it would be nice for you to come home to." Max finally says, his voice shaking, speaking into Daniel's neck. "Isaac and Isabella helped. They kept on asking where you were. And I didn't have an answer for them Daniel. I had to tell them that you'd gone on a trip. And then they would ask when you were coming back and I would say I do not know. And then they would ask if we could go and join you and I said I do not think we can. You were cruel, Daniel. You were so cruel."

Daniel finally wraps his arms around Max, kisses the crown of his head and cries with him.

"I'm better now Max, I promise you, I am better." He whispers into his hair. Max's grip around his waist gets tighter, pulling him impossibly closer.

"You never said you were bad, Daniel. I could tell and I tried to help, but you would always shut me down. You never said--"

"I know baby, I know. I'm so sorry."

Max's hand comes to the back of Daniel's neck, holding him tight, his fingers moving through his hair. It's all Daniel needs, he's realised. Is Max. Is Family. Is simple moments.

They both stand there, crying, in each other's arms, birds singing above them, the last remnants of the evening sun warming their backs, until Max, pulls away, intertwining his hand into Daniel's.

"You have to come inside now and eat," Max insists, stepping forward and tugging Daniel's arm. "Your mum has been giving me food every few days and I think that Brad is going to have to work overtime."

Daniel laughs then, his first proper, from-the-gut, endearing, happy laugh, in a long time. Max watches him, the way his eyes light up and his broad smile make up his whole face.

Daniel's back.

Daniel's home.

#this is like....something.....lots of holes that should have way more details probably but yeah #western australia tourism ad inspired with a big splash of depressed mclaren daniel era sprinkled in :)) #dr #mv #maxiel #my fic

[kaisa-ryo]

Nanami Kento NSFW Alphabet

Warning: English isn't my native language!

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A = Aftercare.

Doing things together. Taking a shower, having a whiskey while sitting on the balcony, discussing the news, whatever. The important thing is that you are there for him the whole time.

B = Body part.

The hands. A man doesn't show it, but he's fascinated to the point of butterflies in his stomach by the miniaturization of this body part, especially the big difference with his hand. Everyone you know has noticed how he sometimes stares at your hands while you're writing, sipping from a cup, or quietly tapping your fingernails on the table. But none of these things can enthrall him as much as the mere presence of a wedding ring on your ring finger that he'll put on you one day.

C = Cum.

Exclusively into a condom. First: prevention of unpleasant consequences is always his first priority. Secondly: he doesn't like to get it all over you because he knows how hard it can be to clean it up.

D = Dirty secret.

Definitely sex on his desk when there wouldn't be a soul in the entire office. He'd lean his head back in his chair and visualize in detail how he'd sweep the sheets of paper and all the fucking paperwork off the floor to sit you on the edge of the desk, spreading your legs wide and driving your fragile body into the desk.

E = Experience.

As Kento himself stated, for most of his life he believed that money was the most important thing. That's why he almost always exhausted himself working long hours at the office. From this, it's not hard to guess that he didn't have enough time for relationships. So, from time to time, you yourself had to teach him what you know. You once even booked a session with a sexologist who helped you a lot. It may be hard to call him a professional, but he is now quite good at it and plans to take it even further in the future.

F = Favorite position.

There is no body position that is less or more arousing. Simply put, everything feels the same. However, there is a plus side to this - you don't have to think about what position to get into next. As experience shows, this is one of the most pleasant aspects of intimate life. Besides, the absence of clear preferences means complete freedom, doesn't it?

G = Goofy (Is he serious at this point?)

He cares about you more than anything else in the world, accordingly, your needs aren't nothing to him either. He is so sweet when he tries to make you feel good over and over again. Sometimes he is not so empathetic, then you usually observe him depressed and immediately realize that something is wrong (more often than not, he is just very tired after work). This is the main reason why you never pressure him with your availability. He tells you a thousand "sorrys" but you know it's not his fault. Back to our rams, Nanami is definitely someone who is serious about all things, including sex. As stated earlier, he's only started to gain experience with you, but even simple techniques sometimes make you marvel and feel euphoric. It's a sin not to call him "daddy", if you know what I mean.

H = Hair.

Evaluating his appearance, which includes styled hair, perfectly clean and ironed business suits and just a nice perfume scent, you can say that everything is perfect underneath too. And indeed, it was. Even though he didn't have an active sex life before you, Nanami believed that if it was neat, it was everywhere. There was a time when you complimented him on it, but he didn't pay much attention to the compliment. I guess someone's doomed to be forever pathos and nerdy about aesthetics.

I = Intimacy.

Speaking of romance, his love language is care in all its forms. Burned by touching a recently boiled kettle? He'll immediately bring your hand to the cold water, and then, in an almost commanding tone, ask you to sit with ice in your hand until each cube melts completely. Did your selfish boss at work make you work overtime? After your five minute tantrum, Kento will cuddle up to you, stroking your head and kissing the top of your head, telling you that everything will be okay and that you'll get over everything. Did the cycle start the moment you ran out of pads and tampons at home? For him, it will not be a problem to purchase an extra time with all the necessary hygiene products, in which he has recently begun to understand. It is impossible to put into words what he does for you with immense love. When he says "you're the best thing that ever happened to me", he really feels it. Always, despite how he looks right now - drunk, perpetually exhausted, serious and frowning - he realizes how sweet and desirable he is to you. And you can't freaking dislike that.

J = Jack off.

Do you really think he needs this?

K = Kink.

Total Control. As scary as it sounds, knowing how wonderful Nanami is, both in work and in bed he needs control. At least partial control. Of course, it's unlikely he'll ever get to the point of shibari or blindfolds, but who knows... You can do a lot of things if you want to, especially if you're unpredictable. And Nanami is no exception.

L = Location.

He's more of a homebody.

- Who invented sex in public places? Exhibitionist lust, that's all.

But at home, the variety is off the charts: bed, couch, kitchen table, bathtub. You'll find comfort everywhere. And the pleasure doesn't fade. It's beautiful! What is even better - no unnecessary fiddling: where and when is better, so that no one will notice you. Convenient and practical. But if suddenly in front of him in public do something obscene, wait until he comes up to you to lean into your ear and whisper "at home for this you will repay with your body, understand me correctly". Then you will have to tense up at his words and try to behave normally for the rest of the day, while inside you are curdling up either from tension or from impatience of how he will punish you for your slutty behavior....

M = Motivation.

He gets turned on by the way you give blowjobs. Especially when you give it completely spontaneously. It drives him crazy. And then there's that irresistible smile you have afterwards. He wants to feel it again and again. And you like to enjoy it with him. He likes that side of you. He likes to feel in charge of the couple. You kind of listen to him because you're smart and know very well what he wants. For example, you notice nuances that he doesn't pay attention to: when he comes, his jaw drops, he leans back and falls silent. The key is not to overdo it; you don't want these moments of pleasure to become predictable, do you?

N = No.

Any harm. It doesn't matter what kind, physical, moral... nothing is worth the health of both of you. You won't even hear the word "slut" in his vocabulary because it won't even occur to him to say it about you. Ever. He will always call you sweet, beautiful and unique, even if it doesn't excite you at all. But to defile you with a word that sounds like a stigma these days... or to just keep going when you ask him to stop is something he'll never resort to.

O = Oral.

A little bit of everything. When it comes to sincerity, a man will of course say "receiving". One reason is that there's no need to gain experience, you just sit back and get high while the girl literally pulls all the seed out of you, which becomes a reward at the end for the lovely passerby. And what an angle! Oh... how marvelous you are sitting on your lap as you slowly capture the entire length, shivering with pleasure. And he just sighs languidly, head cocked back... your fingers freeze a few centimeters from the most sensitive spot, and it's as if he's afraid to move, to create an unnecessary vibration that will interrupt such a delightful process. You're so eager to inhale through open lips that you don't even notice his smirk when he loosens his grip on your hair, giving you a breath of air.

As for cunnilingus, this kind of erotic stimulation is quite special and the most sophisticated thing a man can offer. At least, that's what Kento thinks. Moving your hips back and forth while the cock is inside the girl can be done by absolutely anyone, but to pull off unthinkable tricks with the pussy: masterful use of the tongue, stimulation with fingers, the ability to stretch the orgasm... for such things you need experience, and that's why a young man will always ask at the right moment everything you would like Kento to do.

P = Pace.

If you've ever watched porn, you'll immediately realize that he moves just like he does in those very videos. The only thing you'll want to consider is his sudden pauses. They make the scene even more intense, especially moments before orgasm. But what they mean you can only guess, because you don't have the courage to ask him about it. Suddenly you will inadvertently touch on a painful topic for him. This kind of curiosity is better to keep to yourself. Although it would be funny if the real reason for all this is just to tease you.

Q = Quickie.

Oh, although he can't be called "youngster" for a long time now, they didn't make him any slower in the crucial moments of the year. How many times did you cum early just because he suddenly started speeding up, and you didn't even have time to get used to the pace he was picking up. It seemed like every thrust he gave you was as sobering as a slap. He got stronger and stronger from second to second-as if he wasn't so much giving himself away as holding you by the hair and thrusting his hips harder and harder. Once in a while, he remembered to mutter something to himself, but you couldn't hear him over your own heavy breathing and the shaking of your bodies. But the tenser you got, the louder his voice got.

R = Risk.

Strongly against it. Not because it's not his type, but because it will end badly for both of you, especially you.

S = Stamina.

Baby, if you'd seen him fighting curses, you'd have no doubt about his incredibly high stamina. However, that doesn't mean you fuck for 5-10 rounds, because one of you will get bored on the third round. And no stimulation will not help, because in this case you just gallop like a colt. And he's bored to death by these fucks. So he tries to avoid it.

- I see you're getting tired of it - the man remarks, sluggishly thrusting into your thighs. The slow pace has been going on for a few minutes now, and each of you has been thinking about something different, not wanting to follow through.

- What, oh yes... ah! Cumming!

- Y/n, don't overdo it, go take a shower.

T = Toys.

Doesn't mind them if you suddenly suggest them, but still doesn't understand why so pervert the process of essentially ordinary child conception. In general, a supporter of all things traditional.

- What's the point of these weird devices? They're just plain rip-offs, if you ask me.

- Nanami! Learn to enjoy life already!

U = Unfair (likes to tease).

He tried it once. To be honest, he didn't know what to do for a long time. You begged him to come back inside you because your orgasm was so close. How could he say no to someone like you? He began to move into you as slowly as if he were wading through a thicket of nettles. You felt so good, you were arching and arching, breathing so hard. And he kept delaying, as if he were stalling for something important to him (we both know what it was, don't we?), and suddenly he came at the last, decisive point, not very hard, but just completely. And right at that moment, when your back tensed, clenching painfully, and a wave went through your legs... You even shrieked in surprise, and immediately collapsed. For Nanami, this was... unusual and mesmerizing. Don't worry, baby, he'll do it again.

V = Volume.

The first time you were discouraged by how loud and bassy he can growl and moan... especially at climactic moments.

W = Wild card.

Another day where you complained about how hard it was to take care of your long hair. Your entire speech was filled with outrages about how unpleasant it is to go to bed with a wet head, and how expensive popular hair care products are.

- Just cut it off.

I suppose you could start exclaiming about how long you had to grow it out after the bob and how beautiful it was and so on, but damn you for being flirty this time.

- Just like that? What are you going to put on your fist?

Such a spontaneous phrase made him freeze and get stuck in his own thoughts, and later not only finding hair sexy, but being able to actually wind it around his fist more often, sneaking up behind you and flexing your body across the kitchen table, fucking so well, squeezing his fist harder with each thrust.

Y = Yearning.

You don't want to hit on him at the end of a hard day's work. Chances are, he'll probably refuse your request to even give you a blow job. Other than that, he will never take his anger out on sex with you or force it. 4/10

Z = Zzz (How fast he falls asleep).

In the first minute. It's important that you stay in bed all night, it makes him wake up quickly.

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#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk imagines #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #nanami x reader #nanami kento #jjk nanami

[meditativedeer]

winter rules

late for this one but the hard half of winter is staring me in the face and I need these for myself.

write. clear all the shit from your desk and write like you're an insane tortured playwright because you are.

stay up late and sleep in when you want to.

wake up early and sit on the porch with a coffee and observe the morning mist and coldness. the solid chill of the concrete beneath your ass will ground you. wear the slippers Santa brought.

go on a run and don't worry about endurance. walk to warm up then sprint as if you're being chased by a bear/dinosaur/demented serial killer until you can't anymore. walk for a bit then do it again. so much more fun than jogging.

cold sea swim with friends because now you have friends that actually want to do it with you so never ever ever take that for granted. that's special.

wear all black and enjoy the contrast of your hair. feel like an elegant and mysterious student.

relearn German. yes on duolingo but also get romantic with it. handwrite, watch German movies, sing along to German music and listen to podcasts.

conserve your energy. you don't have to be talkative if you don't want to be, just make sure to be kind anyway.

wear soft jumpers and big jeans. mess with your hair all the time.

flirt boldly with the women in your dating apps, to celebrate being comfortable in your sexuality at last. and the practice is useful.

read scripts online. there's so many and they're all free.

go on walks and enjoy having to wear four layers and a scarf and gloves and hat. doesn't happen all year round.

when on these walks, pay attention to the heavy clouds and cool tones of the trees. listen to bon iver. look at the clouds of breath you can create.

when home from said walk, make a ritual out of peeling off each layer, putting your slippers on, making a hot drink and putting the tv on.

mothering is on hold grandmothering is taking over.

stretch so your body doesn't turn brittle from the cold.

mulled wine and cider isn't just for Christmas make that shit at home we all need it.

keep the Christmas lights up for as long as you want.

go to tk maxx with your mum. get some cheap shit and try not to argue too much

let yourself have little luxuries. I work in a coffee shop but I ordered a pour over kit so I can make my own fancy coffee at home.

you don't have to go clubbing if you don't want to. you don't have to drink if you don't want to. you don't actually have to do anything you don't want to do, you must follow your hearts desire.

with that in mind, don't let seasonal depression convince you that you don't want to see your friends. you do.

yes comfort food is necessary at this time of year but try to find comfort in hot soups and baked salads and oatmeal and fruit because your body needs good whole foods so you have the energy to get out of bed in the morning and don't want to throw yourself out of the window.

meditate in the shower

yes listen to music dance and boogie

silence is also good sometimes you need to turn off every device and go and do something simple with your brain

fill up the sink with water and ice cubes and stick your face in it for an instant hit of dopamine. one of many ways to hack into your happy hormones.

another, less fun way, is to do the dishes or change your bedsheets. make a game out of it because you'll be happy when it's done.

read poetry get real pretentious with it oh yeah baby I love u

everything will be so much more than fine everything is here just for you don't be afraid.

#web weaving #writing #love #poetry #wlw #writers and poets #poem #meditation #love poem #sotce #list #wintering

[bugs1nmybrain]

Fem!Shigaraki Headcanons

Turning my f/os into girls is so therapeutic I'm considering even making one-shots. Fml

Warnings: fem reader, fem Shiggy, NSFW (18+) sex stuff!, bras and period kind of talk, most of these don't even apply to a relationship, not proofread

Shiggy as a girlie? What a silly lil gal

Personality-wise she's not different than Tomura, but she may be more prone to sadness because of the differences in social upbringing that girls go through. Male Tomura likely thinks he's too ballsy to cry

Angry cries

But she's feisty and angry

A true femcel

She's still a great gamer and blows away people online when they find out she's a girl because misogyny is very smelly in the gaming community. "Is that a girl in the chat??" Tomura: "Cope with it fuckface."

I think girl Tomura would be very jumpy for some reason. Being startled would be so easy for her. I also mean in general though, like she has a lot of pent-up emotions in her that she has to throw it all out through hyperactivity

Paces around the apartment mumbling to herself when she's stressed

Has no idea how to go about relationships because she feels very insecure. She doesn't see herself as an attractive woman because of all her scars, dry skin, and moles, so she doesn't feel like she has a chance with anyone

She fucking hates fashion media, and seeing some perfect model on a billboard is enough to make her start itching in insecurity

It's actually very easy for her to like someone romantically, but she doubts that they'd ever like her, too, so she just starts being mean and nasty

She's very bitter

She has a voice that many would call a "witchy-bitch" voice, but it's cute esp when she's getting excited about something she's happy about

once you get her to laugh she's all yours

her laugh is so contagious and the whole apartment complex is hearing that

So when she started dating you she feels confused and undeserving. She's very flirty and likes spending time with you but she withdraws for a bit because she gets paranoid that you suddenly hate her and find her annoying

BPD coded

Throws shit when she's angry

And yes, she could just disintegrate stuff, but where's the fun in that?

girl musk

Shiggy would likely be about 5'4 as a girl, and I say this because in many countries the average female height is 5 inches below the average male height, and Shigarki is 5'9.

Before her AFO surgery she looked very weak and thin, but after she starts to fill out more

Her titties are about a smaller C cup before her upgrade and goes up a cup after her upgrade. They sag a bit and have itch scars. She likes wearing push-ups to make her feel more compact (I notice that Shiggy likes tight clothes).

Her ass fills out more after her surgery but not by much, she's kind of petite in that department. Her hip-to-waist ratio will fool you

Her periods are HORRIBLE and I mean DANGEROUS

She's in so much pain!!!

Her cramps are unlike anything because of all the stress she endures and it's just her natural body doing its thing. They're so bad that she pukes and can faint if it's too bad. She has to wear pads because she bleeds very heavily, so tampons aren't doing it

She gets very angry and depressed during this time, and if you poke fun at her and do the "ohoho is it that time of month??" you are dead

please tell her to go take a shower during this time she will stink

Likely has endometriosis and is also definitely anemic because of all the bloodloss and malnutrition

She resembles her female relatives quite a bit; her mom, Nana, her sister, etc.

Sometimes she'll wear eyeliner!! Not always but if she's trying to look nice for a PLF meeting or something she'll put a little wing on her eyes.

nsfw time

She's a switch but loves to bottom

Fucking RAIL her she loves it

The first time you fuck it's likely her first time, and she's soaked so bad that you have to get a towel to clean up all the mess

But actually, you might occasionally need lube if you're using a dildo for her because she gets dry when she's extremely stressed or for no exact reason sometimes

clingggyyyyy

she will hang off of you once you're done and get all sappy about it

"i looove you, you're the only person I'll ever love."

The next morning, "morning, loser"

will bite you

Moans loud

No matter what gender Shigaraki is, Shiggy loves boobies

Will definitely ask you to do very perverse things with her

will ask u to rub boobies together

she is a middle schooler at heart

mommy issues still apply but if she was with a guy daddy issues would come out too

will call you mommy or daddy just to make you mad

She has the widest smile with her crooked chompers but she's so pretty when she's genuinely smiling

#f/os #shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #shiggy #shigaraki tomura headcanons #fem shigaraki #fem shigaraki x reader #shimura tenko

[morallyinept]

*Phone Rings. The Mandalorian theme.*

Hey D. How you doing, bud?... What? Whoa, slow down. You're rambling… You high? Okay. I think you'd better get over here… Just get here and then we can talk through it…

Get an Uber. You drive here and I'mma fustigate you. Okay. Yes, I have whiskey. And vodka. Yes and the strawberry sparkle face mask… and the peach shampoo. No, I don't have any tabs. No. Dude! Just get your ass over here! Okay. See you soon.

*Dieter finally arrives after three. Fucking. Hours.*

D! Where've you been? I was worried. God, you look like shit. Been on an epic bender, hmm? Looks like you need a good detox and a pamper sesh, my dude. Sound good?

Yeah… thought so. So let's get started, shall we?

Today, Dieter and I are going to give you some hints and tips for a good self-pampering session. This is all about indulging in YOU. Making yourself feel good on the outside, will contribute to how you feel on the inside. Especially if you've had a shitty day - or a string of them lately. We'll also put some fun links at the bottom of this post that you might like. Because we're just that awesome.

You're welcome. 🖤

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and we're not here to give you a full make-over, babe. Nah, you're stunning as you are. Trust me.

Aren't they gorgeous, Dieter?

See? Told you.

But there are some little things you can do to feel more polished and shiny when you're feeling down in the dumps. When you make time to indulge in some self-pampering, it makes you feel good. It can instantly change and lift your mood when you're nice and clean and smelling like zingy lemons, isn't that right D?

Yeeeah… let's get you in the tub, buddy.

Yes, I have those scented candles you like. I know, I'm so good to you… Scooch forward. I'll wash your hair.

Cleanliness is next to Godliness.

You might have been festering in your own filth for a few days if you've been feeling really down. And that's perfectly okay. Sometimes you just gotta ride with it and wallow in your own crapulence for a bit. But now Dieter and I are here to kick your pert butt out of bed, to take off those gross pj's and to get you in the tub.

Dieter will even scrub your back, and anywhere else you, uh, need it.

Relaxing in a hot bubble bath feels fucking a-mah-zing, doesn't it? Oof. Hot water eases physical tension that you're holding onto, and also helps to relieve pain. Not only that, the steam opens up your pores so you can give your skin a good, deep cleanse. Add as many bath bombs as you like to the water, or hang some fresh eucalyptus bunches in your shower to get that spa-like effect. Even if you don't have that stuff, it's cool. Hot water alone will make you feel like a million bucks, dahlins.

Scrub, scrub, scrub.

Exfoliate. Scrub your body and your face to rid yourself of those dead skin cells. Then slather on some body butter or your favourite moisturiser. If you have a facial routine, now is a good time to do that too. Take your time and enjoy it, the sensations and scents... Dieter loves a good face mask. Strawberry scented with sparkles. You can't make this shit up.

Treat yourself the next time you have some spare cash to a good moisturiser. You don't have to spend loads of money on skincare products, but a decent moisturiser will see you right. It will also hydrate your skin, and if you've not been taking good care of yourself lately, your skin will be grateful for that moisture injection.

Hydrate. Eat. Relaaaax.

Speaking of wet - ahem - drink that water. All of it! Drinking water will also make you feel full, so you're less inclined to overeat and pick at those snacks you reach for when depressed. If you're anything like me, snacking, when you don't feel your best, is a vice. Drinking water will help to curb those cravings.

And it's also really amazing for your skin and body. Aim to drink at least 16 cups or 3.7 litres of water a day. Thank me later when your skin looks all dewy, you goddess you!

No, that's not water, Dieter. Sigh…

Eat something that you love. Now, I know I just mentioning snacking being a vice, but we're having a pamper night so you're allowed to indulge-

No, D. Not like that.

Give me those…

Treat yourself to some ice-cream, or your favourite dessert or savoury snack. And don't feel guilty about it either. Enjoy it. Lick the spoon. Have seconds. Plonk your face into it if you really want to. S'all good.

Engage in a hobby you like. Now is a good time to settle in and watch your favourite Pedro movie. Prospect, anyone?

What? Oh, sorry. Yes. I meant The Bubble… sorry D. 😬 Great. Now he's ranting about Ezra... Jealous much?

D, there is nothing going on between Ezra and I. I, uh, pinky swear. Yeah. 😬

Draw. Paint. Sew. Cook. Decoupage. Whatever it is you're into, do that for a bit. Sit and read a book you've been enjoying, or read some smutty fics (I've a whole list of them here for you to pick from if you want). Speaking of smutty…

Have a little wink, wink, nudge, nudge time.

If you have a partner, now might be a good time to jump their bones and-

Wha- D! What are you- Okay, wait… Oh. Ohhooh! That feels good actually. Yeah. Right there. Keep going.

Hang on guys, we'll be right back-

Okay… phew. 🥵 Sorry about that. Urm, where were we?

Ah yes. If you're single, you can still indulge in some schmexy times. Sex and masturbation are some of the most perfectly normal things in the world, and with them comes orgasms. And the best way to de-stress? Yep. You've guessed it. An orgasm. Deep. Fluttery. Tingly. Quick. Shuddery. Slippery. Leg twitching. However you like it, when you orgasm, your body releases the hormone oxytocin into the bloodstream. Oxytocin, typically known as the 'love' or 'cuddle' hormone, can decrease stress.

Masturbation causes dopamine; a chemical associated with pleasure, to be released into your body. Simply put, dopamine makes you feel oh so good, and puts you in a better mood. On top of that, the hormone oxytocin, which is released during orgasm, lowers cortisol levels. Cortisol is the main stress hormone, and is usually present in high levels in stressed out people. Touching yourself and climaxing can boost these chemicals and, in result, help you feel more at peace. So, babes. Go fuck yourself, in the nicest possible way. 😉

Sorry, we got a bit nerdy there, didn't we?

Oh, Dieter. The specs suit you. Maybe keep them on next time we… you know? 😏

Though, if you're anything like Dieter, then you don't really need to hear the science to use it as an excuse to hump, right?

Don't look at me like that, bud. You keep whipping that thing out it's going to fall off with the whiplash… I know, you just made me orgasm. I'm not knocking it, dude. Chill your gnarly crocs.

My point is, touch yourself peeps. Whip out those vibes, clit suckers and dildos and go to Pleasure Town. And if you don't already own any toys? Invest, baby. Trust me, a good vibrator will be your best friend when you're feeling blue.

Sleep is not the enemy.

Get a good night's sleep. Spray your pillow with some lavender oil, it's great for helping you drift off. Practise some meditation techniques before bed, about half an hour before you climb in the sheets to get you in that relaxed state. Deep meditative breathing will also relax you ready for sleep. Drinking some Camomile tea about an hour before might be nice too. But make sure it's caffeine-free otherwise you'll be counting dancing Dieters on the ceiling…

Ditch the guilt.

And finally, accept that it's okay to have days where you feel out of step. It's okay if you've neglected yourself a bit lately. You don't need to feel guilty; we all deal with things differently. Some of us punch it out at the gym, others hide under the bed for a week, eventually emerging like something out of a Japanese horror movie...

It's okay, D. We won't watch The Ring again, I promise... 🙄

But try to find your way back on the path to you. And spending some time on yourself can really help guide you there. There will always be those days that take their toll on you mentally and physically; whether that be from work, college, family and home life, or your own anxiety coming out to fuck with you for a while for shits n' giggles. Go at your own pace, and do what YOU need to do to keep moving forward, even if it feels slower than everyone else. Be a turtle, not a hare. Turtles are way cooler anyway.

You're a human being who was built to feel. These feelings will come, and they will go too. Remember that you're stronger than you think you are. Deep breaths. You've got this. 🖤

So D, how are you feeling now that we've pampered the fuck out of you today?

Wow! Look at you! Slaaaay girlfriend! See. I always know what makes you feel good, hmm?

Now, where did you put those specs, Mister? 😏

I hope that you enjoyed a good pampering session today with Dieter and I. Remember, self-care is important to your mental wellbeing. Do it as often as you need it. Do not feel guilty for having some YOU time. YOU come first. 🖤

👇🏻Here be the linkage:

More Self Care With Dieter & Jett

Pedro Pascal Feel Good Clip - Because Pedro ALWAYS makes you feel good, right?

100 Ways To De-stress - Some great ideas in here.

DIY Face Massage - Really great facial massage you can do at home.

Fancy A New Toy? - Don't click if you're offended by sex toys or underage.

As always, these wonderful Dieter GIFS were created by @a7estrellas @miguelo-hara & @uuuhshiny I have saved loads to my phone, so naturally I've now forgotten who else has made them, if any. 🤦🏻‍♀️ If you did, let me know so I can tag you. Also found through Pintrest/Google. Except for my shitty spec edit. That's all me, ha!

🖤

YOU. ARE. STRONGER. THAN. YOU. THINK.

Do you. Then Do Dieter.

More Dieter & Jett here

🖤

ℹ️ Dieter and I always strive to bring you unbiased, fact-checked advice. We're not licensed therapists, so we do a lot of research to ensure we can provide helpful and informative posts. Well, I do. Dieter mostly sits around eating KitKats.

#self care with dieter & jett #dieter bravo #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #dieter bravo the bubble #self care #self love #jett has spoken #ezra prospect #do you #then do dieter #you are stronger than you think you are #dieter ezra & jett

[gracesimp]

Falling

tenth doctor x fem!reader

SUMMARY: reader needs a helping hand. The Doctor offers her one.

fluff tbh

i wrote this with ten in mind, but honestly it could be read as any except 13.

WARNING. deals with serious mental health topics, such as depression.

Sometimes I feel like I'm falling. Time around me slows and my arms flail around helplessly. My mouth is open wide as I scream so hard my throat burns, but no sound can be heard. I've been falling for so long that I begin to lose hope. I wonder, what will happen when I reach the bottom? Will I land on my back and become paralysed, unable to move, unable to feel? Will I just become a shell of the person I used to be? Or maybe I'll land on my feet. But still stuck. Trapped at the bottom of an endless abyss with only the darkness to keep me company.

Which would be worse?

I'm not sure.

I felt myself nearing to the end. I used to feel scared, but I think I made peace with my impending doom. But then, a few months ago, I met a man. Honestly, I still believe he's an angel in man form. He constantly tries to assure me he is far from it, though I'll never believe him. After all, how can my saviour, my hero, be anything other than a good man?

His name, or title, really, is ironic. A title he shares with us because his real name is too powerful to be spoken. And this man is The Doctor.

When I met him, and he whisked me away in his little blue box, I started seeing a light. I no longer felt like I was falling. Don't get me wrong, I was still a long while away from reaching the top, though now I was suspended in the air, bright light peering through, guiding me upwards. My legs would kick and my arms would punch, this time with motive. I was swimming back up to the surface.

And I could feel him waiting. Often now I could imagine his smile as he greeted me, the hand he'd offer as he'd lower me onto the ground. Life would have colour again. All in aid of him.

"Y/n," He'd whisper and I'd just look at him as though he'd hung the moon and stars, just for me. "Welcome home."

I stir in bed when I heard my name being called. I blink, then squint as my eyes adjust to the influx of light. I want to press my head back into the pillow, condemning all of the brightness that bids me goodmorning, but before I can, I feel a hand on my duvet covered hip. The Doctor.

I look up, and he smiles so kindly. "Morning," he says, and I smile in response. He places a cup of tea on the table beside me, then asks softly if I'm going to get up, if I'm going to shower. I nod, saving my breath as my energy gradually heightens.

He exhales softly. He doesn't prod for more answers, he never forces me to move. He allows me to take things at my own pace. And I'm eternally grateful.

His hand makes contact with my face, and he begins to brush away strands of hair that shield my eyes. I just blink up at him, trying my best to speak through body, rather than words. He stares back, and I may be deluded to assume we are both having a conversation in touch, rather than I speaking alone.

After a few seconds pass, he tells me to budge up, so I do. I make room for him in my bed, and he slips in next to me, the mattress creaking as he drops his weight, alongside the duvet wrinkling when he wraps it comfortably around the two of us.

"My Doctor." I mutter as I snuggle into him.

He looks my way, going back to stroking my hair before he responds. "You shouldn't call me that, you know?"

I just blink back absently, waiting for further explanation.

"I chose this name as a promise. Never had to put it into practice before. I don't think I make a very good doctor. Maybe you shouldn't be relying on me to act as yours."

At this, I frown. "How could I think of you as anything but?" I ask, sincerely. "You're too hard on yourself. Every day you fulfill the promise you made. You can't save everyone, Doctor," I tell him, knowing his mind often hovers on the fates of former companions. "But you saved me."

His eyes meet mine once again, and a smile takes over his face. "Yeah?"

Without so much as a second thought, I confirm. "Yes."

He just smiles wider, then leans down and kisses my forehead, forcing me to smile back in return. His hand trails down under the cover until it finds mine, and he laces our fingers together.

"I think you've saved me just as much as I saved you." He speaks.

I rub my thumb on the back of his hand and whisper:

"My doctor."

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[tinywitchgoblin]

Hi! I am Marian ✨ I’m 24, I want to ask you for a bad batch matchup ☺️ (if they still available) 🐒 I read some of them 👀 and they are so good ❤️ I share u a bit about me ☺️ I love composing piano songs and creating music arrangements, also I love to write stories and sing ☺️ (even when my voice is not in tune 😅) Besides that I’m a highly sensitive person reason for which I tend to be kind and empathetic with others but also there are moments in which I feel overwhelmed with the daily routine or activities and I would like not to be surrounded by anyone or having to speak with someone and at the same time there is the feeling of wanting to have someone is... kinda complicated 🙈 and mixing that with anxiety and depression is crazy but I continue moving on 😅 I hope your answer 🤗 Have a nice day batcher! ✨

You too!

I ship you with...

Hunter!

Hunter loves everything music related. It's a good way for him to get some sensory input that he has control over and won't send him into sensory overload. He enjoys sitting with you while you play piano, letting your music flow over him and wash the tension from every muscle in his body. If you're up for it, he'll ask you to teach him some piano basics, and it'll be the two of you sitting on the piano bench, not a care in the world.

Once Hunter felt comfortable opening up to you, you found out that he has an amazing singing voice. The first time you heard him sing was actually when he was in the shower. You'd heard singing coming from somewhere, so you walked out of your shared room towards the bathroom and heard him. It wasn't loud, but it carried just enough for you to hear, and the rich smokiness of his speaking voice is amplified in his singing voice and it is swoon-worthy. After that, there will be times that you and Hunter will sit down and you'll play something on the piano while you and he sing, sometimes even going into harmonies. It's one of the things you and he bond over the most.

Hunter is also a very empathetic person; one unintended side effect of his sensory sensitivities is that he's able to sense other peoples' moods and emotions very strongly, and he hates it. It gets very overwhelming very quickly, and there are times when he'll abruptly leave a social gathering because he needs to not be around other people. So when he finds out that you're the same way, it's comforting to him. You understand why he needs his space, and he doesn't feel like he has to defend himself over it. Sometimes, you and Hunter will both be overwhelmed, so you'll go off and sit somewhere, being alone together to help each other decompress. Having someone that understands that aspect of him in such a deep way is that much more meaningful to him, and just being able to be in a relationship with you means the galaxy to him.

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Thanks for reading! If you want a ship request like this one, drop it in my ask box, and don't forget to reblog 💚 it may take a little bit, but I'll get to it eventually!

#the bad bois #the bad batch #hunter bad batch #sergeant hunter #hunter x reader #hunter #sergeant hunter x reader #hunter tbb #tbb hunter #star wars x reader

[slasher-male-wife]

To, I was wondering if you could write a FTM reader x Rick grimes where the reader is really exhausted and depressed and doesn't have motivation for anything and Rick helps him?

I'd love to write this for you. I haven't been watching TWD as much recently so forgive me if this is out of character. I'm also still on season three. But I love writing gay things for y'all. This is also set in the after the prison and in a random location because I don't know where they went after that lol even though I'm decently into season four. Can be read as romantic or platonic.

I do care: Rick Grimes x ftm reader

Warnings: Vague descriptions of readers body, mention of top surgery scars, depressed reader, Rick tries his best, Rick helps reader shower in a non-sexual way

It's been becoming clearer and clearer that you're not doing well mentally. A month ago you were barely able to help out around camp, but now all you can manage to do is stay in bed, and maybe go to the bathroom if you can gather enough energy. Now that you're staying at a farm house it's very clear you're not doing well.

Rick noticed how you've been declining mentally over the past month. When he was a cop he had to do wellness checks and he can see those symptoms in you too. So when he got up extra early one day and found you still awake he knew he had to do something to help you. He pushes your 'bedroom' door open further and walks in.

"Hey uh Y/N. I need to talk to you," He says. You look over at him from where you're laying but you can't bring yourself to sit up, "I've noticed you've been acting like this for awhile and I wanted to know what's going on," Rick takes a seat by your bed and looks up at you, "Is it that uh, feeling you get sometimes where you don't feel man enough?" You'd laugh at his words if you weren't so exhausted.

"I feel man enough Rick. I just can't get myself out of bed right now. If you want to feed me to the walker outside go ahead." You mumble. Rick stiffens and quickly gets closer to you.

"I'd never do that. I'd also never let you die on my watch. Has someone suggested that's gonna happen to you?" He asks, his tone coming off more aggressive than it is comforting. You shake your head.

"No one said that to me. But I know y'all are thinking about it. I mean why not. I'm a burden right now anyway. Why not do it?" Rick runs a hand over his mouth and sighs.

"I'm not going to let you die. I'm also not going to let you waste away in bed anymore. When was the last time you showered?" He asks, his tone still more aggressive than it is comforting. You shrug.

"I don't know, probably a few weeks ago," You say. Rick stands up and holds out his hand for you, "You're trying to get me to shower?" You ask, looking up at him.

"I'm going to make you shower, even if I have to stand behind you and keep you upright. Now make this easy on me." You sigh and slowly sit up. Rick watches carefully and makes sure once you're up, you'll stay up. Once you're sitting up, Rick pulls you up to your feet and lets you lean against him as he walks you to the bathroom.

"Rick we need to save the water we have. I know there's that well pump outside but showering shouldn't take priority." You say and he sits you down on the sink counter.

"I want you to shower because you're starting to smell like a damn walker. Doesn't help you have all that dried blood on you." He says. You sigh in defeat.

"Fine. If you insist on getting me clean I'll shower." You say. Rick smiles and grabs some soap and turns on the shower head. You take off your shirt and start to undo your pants. You notice Rick staring at your top surgery scars.

"I told you about them before Rick. They're just surgery scars," You say, slipping off your shoes and pants. You feel the water and quickly tell you can't wash your body fully. You look back to Rick and he seems to understand what's going on, "Can you help me?"

"Of course I can. Just tell me where I should wash." He says, taking his shirt off and tossing it aside to keep it dry. You slip off your boxers and manage to keep yourself standing.

"Upper body is fine. I can do my lower half if you help me stand," You hold your arms up and stand under the water, letting it wash over your hair and body. Rick starts to wash the soap over your arms, avoiding looking down at you, "You don't have to try to hard to ignore my body. I've already done enough of that for a lifetime." You chuckle. Rick smiles slightly and moves over to your other arm.

He washes over the rest of your upper body, being more careful around your scars, making you chuckle again. He eventually hands you the soap and hold one of your hands.

"I'll uh, help you stay standing." He says, looking away from you as you start to wash off your lower half. Rick keeps his eyes off of you the entire time until you turn off the water. He hands you a towel and you wrap it around your hips.

"Thank you Rick. Now I can go sit in my bed again but this time I'll be clean." You joke.

"No. I actually wanted to take you to go eat something since you haven't been eating much at all." He says. Still holding your hand he walks you back into a bedroom and starts digging through some clothes.

"I thought me not eating was a good thing. We need to ration some food." You say, taking some boxers Rick hands you.

"Carl and Deshawn went out and got more food. Enough for you to eat a small meal. Don't fight me on this or I will force feed you." He says in the tone of a joke, but there's an air of seriousness to it. He hands you some jeans and you put them on too.

"You're really set on me not dying huh?" You joke back as Rick hands you more clothes. You pull on a shirt and flannel. Rick adds a belt with an empty gun holster, socks, and your old shoes.

"I am. Now you'll get your knife back after you eat something," He says. Helping you up from the bed and walking you downstairs, to the kitchen. He sits you down at the table and gives you a water bottle with lots of dust on the outside and an opened can of fruit cocktail and three fried pieces of spam. You look down at the food and he hands you a fork, "You're not leaving this table until you eat at least half of that."

"Alright Rick," You say, picking up the spam and taking a bite out of it. You eat in silence for a couple minutes until you feel it start to become awkward, "Why do you care so much about me?" You ask, opening your water bottle.

"Is there something wrong with caring about you?" He asks. You shake your head and take a sip.

"I just haven't been here as long as everyone else and you didn't have to take me in. You don't have to care about me."

"But I do, and I will."

"Thank you Rick." You say before you start eating again.

#rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x you

[originemesis]

@electriccapitalist xxx

"I'm a reality warper dumbass. I can alter shit to allow for a mouth and change certain elements of my body at will. It's how I have a foot long functional tongue and can eat food. Or can break between the dimensions of television and the real world as if I were omnipresent. You think I haven't learned how to give head with this handicap? Christ." Vox shoves Adam away. That has got to be a world record for getting the ick and any semblance of attraction nose diving straight into the negatives. Yeah. No rebound depression sex was worth this. If anything Vox is just disappointed in himself for even considering it cause fuckin yikes. Adam really knows how to kill the mood and make an already sad person feel even more like shit. Vox should have stuck with a vibrator. "I'd rather kill myself." The overlord needs a cold shower and a stiff drink. "You, a phone and your hand can take it from here. I think I'm over it."

A snort escapes him, despite his best efforts to keep his amusement under wraps. Fucking with people without actually fucking them is tough work sometimes, especially when the subject of the matter is actually hilarious. "Oh, so you're like old Lucifer and his rogue pussy, huh~?" A roll of the eyes and a shake of the horns. Almost like he knew all too well about that-...not that he did! No, not really. Really.

"Bruh, I eat with my mask on alllllllll the time. You make it sound like such an accomplishment ~ guess you need the pat on the ass with a face like that, hmmm?" A flat one, that is. Though the mention of the other's impediment has his talons twining the air in mild curiosity. None that it needed to be filled, of course. Just regular, run of the mill consideration.

With a stumble courtesy of the shove, he balances back out with a crack of his wings and parts with a golden grin in exchange. Perhaps one not so unlike a certain radio demon ~ though certainly shinier by all means. "Awh~ did I hurt yOR feEWINGS? Big fucking WUP."

He doesn't reach for a phone despite the advice, however ~ preferring to examine the tips of his nails instead as he muses with a chuff of a laugh lurking in his throat. "...well funny thing about HANDicaps, bruh. Can't use my hand for mine ~ unless I fucking hate myself, of course." A shrug and a swivel of a gaze later has him exhaling with some effort like even explaining a degree of the topic at hand tired him out beyond what it was worth to share.

"But that's what you get when you're highly allergic to jizz, am I right~? Well, guess you can't relate. But hey...handicaps aside, looks like we got the ' found a way to fuck nasty anyway' trait in common."

#//oh it's crack....w a side of character development~ #suggestive cw #electriccapitalist #crack'd out ribs ; //

[1d-trashcan]

hello!!

i was just going through your blog and you have mentioned a anxiety disorder a few times, i do not really know anything about it so if you want to please educate me on this concept, if you dont wanna its all good. just know i am here if u wanna talk any time :)))))))))

HI!! I absolutely wanna educate you, thanks for asking :) This is suuuper long though, I'm so sorry :´(

There's a few anxiety disorders out there but the most common ones are social anxiety disorder or panic disorder, and then there's GAD which is short for Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and I have GAD.

Stress and anxiety is an evolutional response to danger more commonly known as fight or flight, which is the sympathetic nervous system being activated. GAD is the body being stuck in fight or flight mode, whereas social anxiety, for instance, generally means that the sympathetic nervous system kicks in in social environments (like a phone call or meeting a person).

GAD, usually presents as excessive worry about anything and everything. My grandmother will cough and my brain will think "she has lung cancer and she's dying". When I didn't know I was ill I was basically living in a nightmare. I've had a lot of therapy so nowadays I can identify it as an anxiety thought and ignore it. Some days I can't shake them, and those days are just bad anxiety days. And I can either power through it or I can take anxiety medication, but I can't work on those because they make me really drowsy.

You can develop GAD at any age, really. All it takes is being under extreme stress for a period of time, I think the criteria is like 6 months or something. There are differential diagnoses like chronic fatigue syndrome, ADHD/ADD, bipolar disorder and clinical depression that have to be excluded that early on, though. It's fairly easy to treat if caught early. It's hell, but they'll most likely have you on antidepressants and or something that helps you sleep and give you therapy. Therapy will help you deal with your triggers through cognitive behavioural therapy, exposure therapy (where you're literally exposed to your trigger/fear in a controlled environment) and that will in theory treat the disorder. You're never gonna remove anxiety because it's a survival instinct, but you're basically telling your brain that it's overreacting, and if you get help early you can actually be cured.

I have GAD because I was bullied between ages 10-16, and there's also a probability that my parents' divorce started the whole thing. The problem was that I didn't get proper help until I was 19 and I didn't even meet with a psychiatrist until I was 25 (I'm 29 now). I'm never gonna be cured, we're basically just looking for ways to help me live WITH my anxiety. I just have too many triggers and my body is too used to being in this state that there's currently no way of fixing it.

GAD sometimes comes with executive dysfunction which is where you just physically can't do things. It's a very common ADHD symtom as well. You know you need to do it but you can't, and it essentially becomes a handicap. My most common triggers for executive dysfunction is school work of any kind, opening my mail or important phone calls. In Sweden this is actually recognized as a handicap, which means that I can get help faster. But I have to make the call, which I can't do because of my anxiety so idk how foolproof that safeguard is. I'm on sick leave right now because of extreme stress (it could be chronic fatigue syndrom, but it's too early to tell rn) and now my executive dysfunction is everywhere, so like showering, cleaning my flat or making food is extremely tough and usually doesn't happen, so I have to take shortcuts (like eating at my parents' house, not washing my entire body and only cleaning small parts of my flat a a time).

Apart from being afraid anxiety triggers a lot of physical responses in your body because it is designed to keep us alive. If you have social anxiety you might have issues with your stomach (like stress pooping or nausea) when you have to engage with others or even, like, ride a train. GAD patiens almost always have chronic IBS (irritable bowel syndrome) and muscle pains because our bodies are constantly preparing for flight. I have really bad chronic muscle pain in my neck and upper back which leads to tension headaches. So on any given day, I'd rate my pain at a 5, and that's just. A thing I have to live with.

Physical activity generally alleviates the pain and the endorphins from workout are really beneficial but you can't exercise GAD away. It's just something that helps.

I'm on a high dose of antidepressants, antihistamines to make me sleep and quetiapine/seroquel, which is a mood stabiliser that basically reduces my executive dysfunction, and my medication is always gonna change depending on what my life looks like. Realistically I'm always gonna be on some form of antidepressant. I'm on SNRI's, which control the serotonin and noradrenaline in my brain.

Naturally, my serotonin is really low and my noradrenaline is really high, but in a healthy person the serotonin is high and the noradrenaline is low. The body typically restores the serotonin/noradrenaline levels during sleep, but my brain does the exact opposite so I just have extreme anxiety during the night, which is why I'm on medication to sleep bc otherwise I a) don't sleep and b) have terrible nightmares. I still have those nightmares, but the antihistamine I'm on is a muscle relaxant as well as an anxiety medication so it helps calm me down so I don't really remember my nightmares and it reduces my muscle pain by quite a bit. I still have bad nights that lead to bad days when I'm in a lot of pain. I sleep in a fetal position and tense up at night and I have a weighted blanket to help me relax so during those bad days I have trouble walking becausec my hip muscles are locked.

I think i basically covered everything. There's a lot more to it if you have any questions. I'm super open about this, and have been since I started therapy when I was 19 because I literally did not know I was sick until I was 17 and it took another two years to understand just how bad it was so I like to be as vocal as possible so people might find out and get help.

I'm SO SORRY for this long ass post though.

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