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autismserenity · 3 months

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hahahahahahahahahaha aarrggghhhhhhhhhh 3,000,000 deaths due to COVID-19 last year. Globally. Three million. Case rates higher than 90% of the rest of the pandemic. The reason people are still worried about COVID is because it has a way of quietly fucking up your body. And the risk is cumulative.

I'm going to say that again: the risk is cumulative.

It's not just that a lot of people get bad long-term effects from it. One in seven or so? Enough that it's kind of the Russian Roulette of diseases. It's also that the more times you get it, the higher that risk becomes. Like if each time you survived Russian Roulette, the empty chamber was removed from the gun entirely. The worst part is that, psychologically, we have the absolute opposite reaction. If we survive something with no ill effects, we assume it's pretty safe. It is really, really hard to override that sense of, "Ok, well, I got it and now I probably have a lot of immunity and also it wasn't that bad." It is not a respiratory disease. Airborne, yes. Respiratory disease, no: not a cold, not a flu, not RSV.

Like measles (or maybe chickenpox?), it starts with respiratory symptoms. And then it moves to other parts of your body. It seems to target the lungs, the digestive system, the heart, and the brain the most.

It also hits the immune system really hard - a lot of people are suddenly more susceptible to completely unrelated viruses. People get brain fog, migraines, forget things they used to know.

(I really, really hate that it can cross the blood-brain barrier. NOTHING SHOULD EVER CROSS THE BLOOD-BRAIN BARRIER IT IS THERE FOR A REASON.) Anecdotal examples of this shit are horrifying. I've seen people talk about coworkers who've had COVID five or more times, and now their work... just often doesn't make sense? They send emails that say things like, "Sorry, I didn't mean Los Angeles, I meant Los Angeles."

Or they insist they've never heard of some project that they were actually in charge of a year or two before.

Or their work is just kind of falling apart, and they don't seem to be aware of it.

People talk about how they don't want to get the person in trouble, so their team just works around it. Or they describe neighbors and relatives who had COVID repeatedly, were nearly hospitalized, talked about how incredibly sick they felt at the time... and now swear they've only had it once and it wasn't bad, they barely even noticed it.

(As someone who lived with severe dissociation for most of my life, this is a genuinely terrifying idea to me. I've already spent my whole life being like, "but what if I told them that already? but what if I did do that? what if that did happen to me and I just don't remember?") One of its known effects in the brain is to increase impulsivity and risk-taking, which is real fucking convenient honestly. What a fantastic fucking mutation. So happy for it on that one. Yes, please make it seem less important to wear a mask and get vaccinated. I'm not screaming internally at all now.

I saw a tweet from someone last year whose family hadn't had COVID yet, who were still masking in public, including school.

She said that her son was no kind of an athlete. Solidly bottom middle of the pack in gym.

And suddenly, this year, he was absolutely blowing past all the other kids who had to run the mile. He wasn't running any faster. His times weren't fantastic or anything. It's just that the rest of the kids were worse than him now. For some reason. I think about that a lot. (Like my incredibly active six-year-old getting a cold, and suddenly developing post-viral asthma that looked like pneumonia.

He went back to school the day before yesterday, after being home for a month and using preventative inhalers for almost week.

He told me that it was GREAT - except that he couldn't run as much at recess, because he immediately got really tired. Like how I went outside with him to do some yard work and felt like my body couldn't figure out how to increase breathing and heart rate.

I wasn't physically out of breath, but I felt like I was out of breath. That COVID feeling people describe, of "I'm not getting enough air." Except that I didn't have that problem when I had COVID.) Some people don't observe any long (or medium) term side effects after they have it.

But researchers have found viral reservoirs of COVID-19 in everyone they've studied who had it.

It just seems to hang out, dormant, for... well, longer than we've had an opportunity to observe it, so far.

(I definitely watched that literal horror movie. I think that's an entire genre. The alien dormant under ice in the Arctic.)

(oh hey I don't like that either!!!!!!!!!) All of which is to explain why we should still care about avoiding it, and how it manages to still cause excess deaths. Measuring excess deaths has been a standard tool in public health for a long time.

We know how many people usually die from all different causes, every year. So we can tell if, for example, deaths from heart disease have gone way up in the past three years, and look for reasons. Those are excess deaths: deaths that, four years ago, would not have happened. During the pandemic, excess death rates have been a really important tool. For all sorts of reasons. Like, sometimes people die from COVID without ever getting tested, and the official cause is listed as something else because nobody knows they had COVID. But also, people are dying from cardiovascular illness much younger now.

People are having strokes and heart attacks younger, and more often, than they did before the pandemic started. COVID causes a lot of problems. And some of those problems kill people. And some of them make it easier for other things to kill us. Lung damage from COVID leading to lungs collapsing, or to pneumonia, or to a pulmonary embolism, for example. The Economist built a machine-learning model with a 95% confidence interval that gauges excess death statistics around the world, to tell them what the true toll of the ongoing COVID pandemic has been so far.

Total excess deaths globally in 2023: Three million.

3,000,000.

Official COVID-19 deaths globally so far: Seven million. 7,000,000. Total excess deaths during COVID so far: Thirty-five point two million. 35,200,000.

Five times as many.

That's bad. I don't like that at all. I'm glad last year was less than a tenth of that. I'm not particularly confident about that continuing, though, because last year we started a period of really high COVID transmission. Case rates higher than 90% of the rest of the pandemic. Here's their data, and charts you can play with, and links to detailed information on how they did all of this:

Here's a non-paywalled link to it:

https://archive.vn/2024.01.26-012536/https://www.economist.com/graphic-detail/coronavirus-excess-deaths-estimates

Oh: here's a link to where you can buy comfy, effective N95 masks in all sizes:

Those ones are about a buck each after shipping - about $30 for a box of 30. They also have sample packs for a dollar, so you can try a couple of different sizes and styles.

You can wear an N95 mask for about 40 total hours before the effectiveness really drops, so that's like a dollar for a week of wear.

They're also family-owned and have cat-shaped masks and I really love them. These ones are cuter and in a much wider range of colors, prints, and styles, but they're also more expensive; they range from $1.80 to $3 for a mask. ($18-$30 for a box of ten.)

#covid isn't over #covid 19 #disability rights #disability advocacy #wear a mask #covid conscious #covid cautious #mask up #wall of words #public health #health care

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inkskinned · 1 year

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one of the things that i think we should pay attention to, socially, about the disney v. desantis thing is that it is really highlighting the importance of remembering nuance.

in a purely neutral sense, if you engage in something problematic, that does not mean you are necessarily agreeing with what makes it problematic. and i am worried that we have become... so afraid of any form of nuance.

disney isn't my friend, they're a corporate monopoly that bastardized copyright laws for their own benefit, ruin the environment, and abuse their workers (... and many other things). this isn't a hypothetical for me - i grew up in florida. i also worked for the actual Walt Disney World; like, in the parks. i am keenly aware of the ways they hurt people, because they hurt me. i fully believe that part of the reason florida is so conservative is because it's been an "open secret" for years now that disney lobbies the government to keep minimum wage down, and i know they worked hard to keep the parks unmasked and open during the worst parts of Covid. they purposefully keep their employees in poverty. they are in part responsible for the way the floridian government works.

desantis is still, by a margin that is frankly daunting, way worse. the alternative here isn't just "republicans win", it's actual fascism.

in a case like this, where the alternative is to allow actual fascism into united states legislation - where, if desantis wins, there are huge and legal ramifications - it's tempting to minimize the harm disney is also doing, because... well, it's not fascism. but disney isn't the good guy, either, which means republicans are having a field day asking activists oh, so you think their treatment of their employees is okay?

we have been trained there is a right answer. you're right! you're in the good group, and you're winning at having an opinion.

except i have the Internet Prophecy that in 2-3 months, even left-wing people will be ripping apart activists for having "taken disney's side". aren't i an anti-capitalist? aren't i pro-union? aren't i one of the good ones? removed from context and nuance (that in this particular situation i am forced to side with disney, until an other option reveals itself), my act of being like "i hope they have goofy rip his throat out onstage, shaking his lifeless body like a dog toy" - how quickly does that seem like i actually do support disney?

and what about you! at home, reading this. are you experiencing the Thought Crime of... actually liking some of the things disney has made? your memories of days at the parks, or of good movies, or of your favorite show growing up. maybe you are also evil, if you ever enjoyed anything, ever, at all.

to some degree, the binary idealization/vilification of individual motive and meaning already exists in the desantis case. i have seen people saying not to go to the disney pride events because they're cash grabs (they are). i've seen people saying you have to go because they're a way to protest. there isn't a lot of internet understanding of nuance. instead it's just "good show of support" or "evil bootlicking."

this binary understanding is how you can become radicalized. when we fear nuance and disorder, we're allowing ourselves the safety of assuming that the world must exist in binary - good or bad, problematic or "not" problematic. and unfortunately, bigots want you to see the world in this binary ideal. they want you to get mad at me because "disney is taking a risk for our community but you won't sing their praises" and they want me to get mad at you for not respecting the legit personal trauma that disney forced me through.

in a grander scheme outside of disney: what happens is a horrific splintering within activist groups. we bicker with each other about minimal-harm minimal-impact ideologies, like which depiction of bisexuality is the most-true. we gratuitously analyze the personal lives of activists for any sign they might be "problematic". we get spooked because someone was in a dog collar at pride. we wring our hands about setting an empty shopping mall on fire. we tell each other what words we may identify ourselves by. we get fuckin steven universe disk horse when in reality it is a waste of our collective time.

the bigots want you to spend all your time focusing on how pristine and pretty you and your interests are. they want us at each other's throats instead of hand in hand. they want to say see? nothing is ever fucking good enough for these people.

and they want their followers to think in binary as well - a binary that's much easier to follow. see, in our spaces, we attack each other over "proper" behavior. but in bigoted groups? they attack outwards. they have someone they hate, and it is us. they hate you, specifically, and you are why they have problems - not the other people in their group. and that's a part of how they fucking keep winning.

some of the things that are beloved to you have a backbone in something terrible. the music industry is a wasteland. the publishing industry is a bastion of white supremacy. video games run off of unpaid labor and abuse.

the point of activism was always to bring to light that abuse and try to stop it from happening, not to condemn those who engage in the content that comes from those industries. "there is no ethical consumption under late capitalism" also applies to media. your childhood (and maybe current!) love of the little mermaid isn't something you should now flinch from, worried you'll be a "disney adult". wanting the music industry to change for the better does not require that you reject all popular music until that change occurs. you can acknowledge the harm something might cause - and celebrate the love that it has brought into your life.

we must detach an acknowledgment of nuance from a sense of shame and disgust. we must. punishing individual people for their harmless passions is not doing good work. encouraging more thoughtful, empathetic consumption does not mean people should feel ashamed of their basic human capacities and desires. it should never have even been about the individual when the corporation is so obviously the actual evil. this sense that we must live in shame and dread of our personal nuances - it just makes people bitter and hopeless. do you have any idea how scared i am to post this? to just acknowledge the idea of nuance? that i might like something nuanced, and engage in it joyfully? and, at the same time, that i'm brutally aware of the harm that they're doing?

"so what do i do?" ... well, often there isn't a right answer. i mean in this case, i hope mickey chops off ron's head and then does a little giggle. but truth be told, often our opinions on nuanced subjects will differ. you might be able to engage in things that i can't because the nuance doesn't sit right with me. i might think taylor swift is a great performer and a lot of fun, and you might be like "raquel, the jet fuel emissions". we are both correct; neither of us have any actual sway in this. and i think it's important to remember that - the actual scope of individual responsibility. like, i also love going to the parks. Thunder Mountain is so fun. you (just a person) are not responsible for the harm that Disney (the billion dollar corporation) caused me. i don't know. i think it's possible to both enjoy your memories and interrogate the current state of their employment policies.

there is no right way to interrogate or engage with nuance - i just hope you embrace it readily.

#does this make sense #to do be deleted probably yikes #(takes a swing at a wasp's nest)#like i think ppl have started to just be really quiet when they like something 'problematic'#and im like... u can be like -#girl tswift NEEDS to just TAKE A BUS . LIKE?????????????????????#while also being like.#''she's a lot of fun''#if ur personal policy is that u don't support her for that reason that's great #but it's like. eating meat???#like yeah some people won't bc the environment. but the fact i eat meat doesn't mean i hate the earth #like i can say that i think the meat industry is HORRIFIC and also downright cruel to its employees #but like. still enjoy a chicken nugget....#there are people who choose otherwise. it's okay . we are people. i make like no money. u probably don't either #us fighting about whether or not it's Right To Eat The Chicken Tender just distracts from like.#actually turning your ire on the corporation #i hope it's clear what i'm saying here is like. when we fight each other for Purity Reasons #we are just doing the work of corporations . for free. like they WANT us to be doing this lol #it's the fucking DREAM of the upperclass that now ALL forms of responsibility fall on the individual

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asymmetricboys · 2 years

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i may have given covid to someone and i would cordially like to die

#this has highkey been the worst three weeks of my life #the someone may or may not be a loved one whose event i attended #assuming i was not infectious anymore because my symptoms were signficantly decreasing and it had been many days #but i was still faintly positive on a rapid test and that!!!!!!!!! should not have been ignored!!!!!!#and i hate myself!!!!!!!!!!#and i can't believe i was so selfish and dumb!!!!!!!!!!!!!#and i want to die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#im the kind of person who made fun of people who followed the CDC's stupid five day isolation thing!!!#being like 'obviously you gotta isolate for at least ten days ugh what idiots'#and then!!!!!#the second that i got the illness and my ability to attend a very important event was threatened #I decided that isolating for seven days was fine!!!!! and that a faint line on a test meant i must not be infectious anymore!#and then because i was around people who looked concerned when i was masked up #and i felt uncomfortable #i didn't wear my fcuking mask at the event!!!!!!!!!#purely due to SOCIAL ANXIETY?????#why did i not stick to my fucking guns and insist on masking if i was going to attend #ace babbles #this is literally my worst case scenario #it's a young and healthy person but if they get long covid and their ability to do outdoor activities is impacted #............................they will become MASSIVELY depressed #like i will be responsible for destroying their life #and it could've been someone else at the event #because someone else there blithely told me their roommate currently has covid #but i will never believe it was not me #and i will go to my grave hating myself so!!!! believe your rapid tests

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whileyoureinschoolidothisallday · 2 months

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OKAY it has been a day of being sad and panicky. Time to move.

Yesterday, I made a post detailing the cdc announcement that there will no longer be an isolation requirement for covid. If you are one of the thousands of people rightfully raging in my notes, here's some steps to focus on.

We're not gonna give up. I've seen quite a few comments with things like 'what's the point', 'why should I even try anymore' etc etc and what we're not gonna do is give them what they want! It helps the eugenics cause to be apathetic and listless. We've made it this far, we will continue to make it. I know it's hard, but I am at least right here with you. Give yourself whatever time you need to grieve, and then I need you to get up.

If you have stopped masking for any reason, or you haven't upgraded to a respirator style mask, now is the time to change or start. From now on, we will be living in a country where you could assume there are multiple covid positive people in the room with you at all times. Surgical masks will not handle that load, and cloth masks will be even less effective at that point. Obviously, this is an unprecedented situation we're putting these masks in, and I'm not gonna sit here and pretend to be an expert that can tell you with certainty that even respirators will hold up with this amount of viral load for a long period of time, but it's the best and strongest tool we have. I'm considering using my p100 more, so that's always something to consider as well (and they make you look like a cool raver when you wear them!!!). You can buy all sorts of masks here, there's more links in the comments of my original post, and most states have their own mask blocs. To find them, go to Instagram and type "[your state] mask bloc". Here is a google doc of verified advocacy groups and mask blocs all across the country here is a diy fit test kit you can buy for $30 (unfortunately they are sold out right now. shocker.) PLEASE remember to take a layered response in these times. Masks are not the only tool in our arsenal. PLEASE for the love of God keep up with your vaccinations. Make a corsi-rosenthal box or buy a high quality air purifier if you can afford it--at the very least our homes can be safe havens (you can even put a hepa filter on your furnace!!!! And in your car too!!!!!). Use CPC Mouthwash, nasal irrigation, and nasal sprays like this one. Make it a routine: you come home, you shower, you brush your teeth, you rinse your nose, you change your clothes. And, like I said in another one of my posts, DO NOT TAKE OFF THE MASK.

3. If you would like an outlet for your rage and you're into calling your reps, feel free to calmly but firmly let the cdc have it at these numbers!!!!!

[alt text: a tweet by user silly_paulie that reads:

"Disdain for the CDC unites us all. Call today and demand isolation policies be returned to 10 days, and reducing it further to 1 day would be criminally dangerous. Call both:

404-639-7000 (press 8)

800-232-4636"

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4. If you need more outlets for your rage, I STRONGLY encourage you to get involved with your local union. Moreso than calling the CDC, tbh. I've seen multiple comments telling people just to lie about your symptoms to get more sick time off, but since there's no legal precedent to allow employees sick time for covid, all that's gonna do is get people fired. I truly believe in my lefty heart that the ONLY way we're getting anything close to mitigation is through labor rights. Even the standard for the fucking flu is 3 days, and that's nowhere near as contagious or disabling as covid. I say this as a high risk person with a neuromuscular disability: covid is an intersectional issue, but where we have the most leverage to get what we need is through labor rights.

It is NOT safe for workers to be working while ill with a Level 3 Biohazard (same as TB and the FUCKING PLAGUE. Seriously we have more regulations around fucking lice)

It is NOT safe to willfully EXPOSE your employees to a Level 3 Biohazard

It is NECESSARY for all employees to be allowed up to 10 days to recover fully from Covid-19, in order to avoid possible further injury from or hospitalization

You will NOT die or be disabled for the sake of the wealthy!!!!!

(and while you're at it, ask for better air filtration too!!!! At least 5 air changes an hour, MERV-13 air filters!! Then we won't have to constantly worry about virus bs and policy changes in the first place!!!!)

5. Closing statements. Nothing has changed with covid, this is just policy. Covid still isn't magic, she still has to get in you before she can do damage--mask up, arm your home with clean air, and don't let her. It's always worse toward the end. This is not the time to give up, it's time to dig in your heels and get to work. There are so many good things happening with covid. They are finding encouraging treatments for long covid. Finally, after years of nothing, a new prophylactic for the high risk was submitted for emergency use to the FDA, and it looks like this time it's built to last against new mutations. Covid is here to stay for the rest of our lives, but the real science hasn't given up on taking the worst of its teeth out. We WILL get to the point where the extreme fear of catching covid is nothing but a bad memory for EVERYONE. All I need you to do is commit to the belief that you're gonna survive long enough to be in that moment with the rest of us.

Now stay safe, and give em hell!!!!!

#covid 19 #covid safe #covid advocacy #covid is not over #mask up #danger days: truffula flu simulator #truffula flu survival guide

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alpaca-clouds · 14 days

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How to make a "world" more accessible

Let's talk a bit about accessible worldbuilding. I am thinking here first about Solarpunk worlds, but also about other scifi and fantasy worlds, that often do not think about this at all. Again, there is this nasty tendency to just assume that there are no disabilities in those worlds - and it leaves disabled people often feeling left out.

One of the most basic accessibility features one would expect to see in a world would be some sorts of ramps. And don't get me started with "oh, in my world wheelchairs fly!", which is something that actually not all folks reliant on wheelchairs want - as the actual hand-moved wheelchair often gives them a certain control.

It should also be noted that ramps help not only wheelchair users, but also people with baby strollers, and folks who might use other mobility aids like rollators. Heck, in my life ramps have also helped me, when I was travelling with a large trunk. Really, ramps make life easier for a lot of folks! Heck, if we think about a solarpunk world, where hopefully a lot of folks would get around by bike, ramps would help as well.

Of course, in some cases (if feasible in the technology level) there might also be a need for some sort of elevator. Again, not only wheelchair users will make use of that.

Another thing that should help, would be a wider usage of stuff like orientation systems for blind people. Currently those things are fairly spotty. Like some places have them, other places don't. And even where they are implemented, a lot of folks do not know what they are and will walk over it and park their cars on it. Stuff like that, which will once again make stuff more dangerous and inaccessible for blind people.

Then there should more accessibility accomondations for people who are deaf or hard of hearing. Those could mean to install visual signals for warning systems, which often currently are mainly auditory. It could also mean a wider usage of stuff like subtitles if possible in the world. And it also could mean that in the world people are more encouraged to learn sign language.

But those are the obvious disabilities. The stuff folks think off first when they hear "disability".

But there are other disabilities. Personally, for example, I do have some issues with my bowels. So what would be important to me is easy access to toilets whereever I move around. Which also is to say: Yes, dear public transport. Not having a single accessible toilet in your fucking train is an accessibility issue and ableistic.

Or the one accessibility aspect that has slowly been taken away recently due to hostile architecture: Benches and other places in public to sit down on. Because a lot of folks just cannot stand/walk for a long while. This is true for old people, and recently increasingly too for folks disabled through COVID.

There is also the need for shaded areas. As there are several disabilities that do not deal well with direct sunlight. Be it people who react allergic against sunlight, be it people whose eyes cannot deal with too much light, or be it people who might just struggle with their circulation when in the direct sun for too long.

And then there is allergic people. Which is also a big chunk - and in some cases can be quite debilitating. And I might remind people: In a fantasy or scifi world there might be people allergic to some of the worldbuilding stuff. Like in the Witcher Triss is allergic against magic, and in the nice sapphic webcomic Always Human one of the two main characters is allergic against bio-implants. Hence, ideally in an accessible fantasy/scifi world it would be easy to access what kinda stuff is in a potion and what not, to allow folks to be safe.

Lastly, of course, there are neurodivergent folks and... about that I am going to talk tomorrow.

Oh, and by the way: If you are disabled and have ideas of how the world could be more accessible for you... Please feel free to add!

#scifi #fantasy #science fiction #worldbuilding #disability #disability rights #accessibility #mobility aid #blindness #deafness #hard of hearing #allergies #invisible disability #solarpunk #lunarpunk

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transmutationisms · 6 months

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i've been hearing a lot on anti-psychiatry/reframing diagnosis and symptoms/etc (including from your blog) but i feel like im missing a baseline of information to delve in that discussion. do you know some good sources to learn the 101 of what psychiatry is, how diagnoses are "discovered"/labeled, etc...?

before hearing about the subject i assumed mental illnesses/disabilities were the result of a recognizable cause (in the same way covid is caused by contact with the virus, or some form of blindness caused by problems with the optic nerve) but it seems that is not the case.

also, not a native english speaker, don't know if im using the correct vocabulary for this.

this is a very common misconception, and one that's very useful for the legitimation of the discipline of psychiatry. in truth, genomics and neuroscience have not identified a biological cause of any psychiatric diagnosis (p. 851). psychiatric diagnoses are not made on the basis of neuroimaging or neuroanatomical differences (none have been consistently or strongly observed as defining or causal characteristics of such diagnosed conditions, and neuroimaging datasets, such as by fMRI, are prone to be interpreted in highly varying ways by different researchers), nor with bloodwork or indeed on the basis of any other biomarkers; the 'chemical imbalance' theory of diagnoses like depression has been thoroughly debunked. instead, these diagnoses depend on clinicians' observations of patients' behaviours and affect. this in itself doesn't automatically constitute a damning critique (we rely on subjective judgments of things all the time), but it does mean that attempting to stake the psychiatric discipline's legitimacy on the identification of biological aberrations is at best misleading at and worst fraudulent, not to mention essentialist.

none of this means that psychiatry or psychiatrists are 'making up disorders from nothing', or that people's distress / symptoms are unreal. psychiatry certainly can and does pathologise behaviours that would be more productively understood as responses to traumatic experiences, capitalist political conditions, social oppression, &c; in these processes, it should be understood as a means of producing bourgeois notions of social order & then enforcing them. the fact that psychiatric diagnoses are not made on the basis of, nor do they correspond to, specific biomarkers or biological 'types', doesn't make mental / emotional / affective suffering any less 'real' than any physically observed counterparts.

as for texts that will give you some groundwork on psychiatry, i would recommend Anne Harrington's Mind Fixers: Psychiatry's Troubled Search For the Biology of Mental Illness (2019) and Andrew Scull's Desperate Remedies: Psychiatry's Turbulent Quest to Cure Mental Illness (2022) and Psychiatry and Its Discontents (2019). all three of these are heavily focussed on the usa, which is generally overrepresented in historical and sociological literature on psychiatry; however, i still think these three texts are useful starting points for getting introduced to the history of psychiatry and broad contours of critiques of the discipline. i've also posted a longer anti-psychiatry reading list that has more texts focussed on other national and international contexts.

#psychiatry

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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years

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these last few weeks, i’ve had negative dreams every night. nothing too extreme on most nights but they’re the sort of dreams that make me feel low and in-need of a good cuddle :( could you write a reaction for ateez where they hear their s/o whimpering/sobbing in their sleep at night? or another prompt similar so each member has something a little different? thank you love!

ateez comforting their s/o when they have bad dreams

genre: angst, fluff and comfort :(

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none

author's notes: lowercase intentional. so sorry for the delay in this one. i really feel for you :( having bad dreams sucks especially if they feel real. i totally been in that situation before, especially when covid became prevalent. its crazy how much your subconscious can influence your emotions so dramatically. i hope you find comfort in these reactions, and also i hope you can get through these negative feelings because you deserve to feel happier and safe. sending much love to you <3

hongjoong

when hongjoong came home from a long night at the studio, he expected to find your sleeping form in bed. he stayed longer at the studio than he expected so he really didn't want you to stay up all this time for him anyway. after putting his stuff away and being as quiet as possible, as he was about to enter your shared bedroom, he could hear sniffles coming from inside. he paused at first to see if he was mistaken, but as the sniffs and sobs continued he felt the need to step in.

"y/n?" his voice was as soft as ever, a gentle lull in your direction. he stood in the doorway as he watched you dry your tears weakly. after a concluding sniff, there was a silence that fell on the room. hongjoong said nothing. instead, he tiptoed over to your side of the bed and sat next to you, pulling you close to his chest for a warm embrace. there was nothing that should be done. only the comfort he wish he had showed you instead of being at the studio. he squeezed you close to him; he was never going to let you go again.

seonghwa

it was a typical night for you both. eat, snuggle up on the sofa, then get ready for bed. there was nothing out of the ordinary for you both during the day. everything was fine. as you both climbed into bed together, assuming your usual spooning embrace, you both drifted off into a perfect slumber.

except it wasn't so perfect. seonghwa's eyes are heavy as he blinks them open, the feeling of you shaking in his arms upsetting his sleep. "baby what's wrong?" despite being, a second ago, unconscious with sleep, there is a sense of urgency and concern in his voice. you don't answer him. instead, you let out a sob that shatters his heart right in the spot. he turns you around to face him, and coos you, giving you gentle kisses and placing your head on his chest. right where his heart is, beating out of its ribcage as he silently cries with you.

yunho

it was gaming night for yunho. yes, you let him have a designated time when he would play games through the night, long into the early hours of the morning, while you would sleep like any sensible person would. he had his headset on as he was chattering away to his friends. his eyes fixated in the screen in front of him, he first didn't notice when you came into the room, cheeks stained with fresh tears. you stand there and watch him until he notices.

and he does.

"babe? babe what's wrong?" his voice is laced with concern as he finally tears his eyes away from the game. you could only in a soft whisper: "i need you." he drops everything. he leaves the game, unplugs his headset, leaves his friends hanging and pills you onto his lap. wrapping his arms around you and settling you down, he soothes you with his soft words of comfort. he is worried. he wants to know what's going on so he can fix it there and then. but he knows you just need him to be there.

yeosang

you both sat in silence on the bed. the digital clock on the bedside showed 2:17 am. but you were both wide awake. yeosang's gaze was warm with concern as he watched you, wondering what you were thinking, wondering how he could help. if he could help.

"you wanna... talk about it?" yeosang managed to muster, nervously, with an abundance of hesitance shaking in his voice. he really didn't want to mess this up. you shook your head and his heart ached. he dropped his head as he scanned for his brain. is there anything, anything, that you want? that you need from him? "can you just... hold me, for a bit?" you turned around and looked at him with eyes empty and filled with untold sorrows. he shuffled towards you almost immediately, gently pulling your body towards him, slowly rocking you in his arms. it was a long time before he felt you relax, and he felt the bubble of relief surface in his heart. he placed a small kiss on the crown of your head as you drifted off into a dreamless sleep in his arms.

san

you had told san about your frequent bad dreams before you even started dating him. he was aware of the negative thoughts that come with these dreams, and he was ready to support you.

or so he thought.

perhaps he didn't realise the gravitas, the severity of how these dreams would have a hold on you. as you woke up next to him at night in a hot sweat, the tears seemed to flow, like an infinite river, down your flushed cheeks. the tears didn't stop. san rolled over to face you, his eyes peaking open from his own slumber. he sat up with you in distress as your shaking form quivered by itself. he peeled your hands away from your face and kissed you lovingly, longingly, like every fibre of his being meant it. he tries to get you to talk but you can't. the sobs keep going and soon he is sobbing with you. just a crying couple finding solace in each others embrace.

mingi

mingi is a light sleep so if you so much as breath loudly in his direction, it causes him to stir in his sleep. so he woke up very easily when he heard little sniffles and whimpers from you. rubbing his eyes, his gaze refocused to see you, a single tear running down your heated cheek. you were still sleeping, but your eyebrows were knotted, and the whimpering continued.

a confused and worried mingi lay next to you, slowly wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. lips placed against the skin of your neck, he starts laying small, butterfly kisses all the way up to your jaw while his arms pull you closer to him. there was definitely a difference in your demeanour: heavy breathing turned calm, shaking turned still, and whimpering turned to silence. his presence alone cured all anxieties without you even knowing it.

wooyoung

"wake up y/n, wake up" wooyoung grabs your arm to shake it gently, waking you up from your upsetting dream. you woke up with heavy breathing and a look of hurt in your eyes. you looked up at him from your curled-up position as you started tearing up. "don't worry love, it was just a dream" he said lightly, his tone soft and gentle, "look, you're here with me now, there's nothing to be sad about, hmm?" he wiped a stray tear from your eyes. when he sees your solemn expression doesn't change, he decides to take action. "come on."

he drags you to the living room, setting you down on the sofa and wrapping you up in countless of blankets until you were pretty much trapped in a mountain of fluff. sliding into the kitchen, he grabbed some snacks for you both to share, before heading back in and putting on a movie. he snuggled back next to you and held you close. yes, it was in the middle of the night, but he felt this process was necessary. and he felt a burst of joy when he saw you relax into his touch, falling asleep to the sound of the movie.

jongho

jongho hated feeling helpless. he hated watching on as you pour your heart out into your pillow, soaking the fabric with your salted tears. he felt he could do nothing. maybe that was the solution. perhaps you needed to be by yourself, clear your head, empty your heart and cleanse your soul all by yourself.

no. he knew that wasn't what you needed. you needed someone. you needed him.

"jagiya, please don't cry, you're breaking my heart" jongho's voice came closer as he sat next to you on the bed, his firm hand placed firmly on your thigh as he started to rub soothing circles onto you. as you weakly shuffled into him, he leaned his body closer into yours. he hushed your whimpers, let you weep into him, and started humming you to sleep again.

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Silver Springs Part 7

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~5k

Summary: Wanda tries to leave her mob life behind to start a family with you

A/N: This chapter is shorter, but shit goes down so hold tight. Enjoy! P.S. Covid sucks, but drugs are great 🙃

Chapter Warnings: Torture, blood, and violence.

After taking Boone for a walk, you return to your rooms to finish unpacking all of your clothes. You realize that Wanda clearly planned on staying for more than a few days, but you were honestly fine with this for now. You couldn’t see yourself going back to your large, isolated home right now. It seemed too risky, especially now that you were pregnant and didn’t feel great. Once you finish unpacking you crawl into bed and try to nap. You wake up about an hour later to find that Boone has joined you on the bed and you groan before pushing him off. He loves cuddling with you, but Wanda was a stickler about dog hair in the bed, and Boone had a lot.

You quickly tried to get all of the dog hair off of the comforter before heading to the living room so he could still be with you. You turn on the television and channel surf for a while before getting bored of that. You look to the kitchen clock and see that it is only 9:40. You have a feeling Wanda won’t be back anytime soon so you try to figure out what you want to do.

Your nap helped a lot and you’re too wired to go back to bed so you make an impulsive decision. You run into the bedroom and change into workout clothes before grabbing your phone and keycard that will get you into the downstairs gym that very few people have access to. You grab Boone’s harness and put a few things in it just in case you run into trouble before grabbing your shoes.

“Want to go on a run?”

Wanda doesn’t say anything immediately. After all of her friends leave, she just takes a moment to study the younger man in front of her. He’s in his mid, maybe early twenties, almost 6 feet tall and good-looking. At least he was before Yelena rearranged his face. Wanda knows that at least Steve is standing by keeping watch just in case. These sessions rarely went wrong, but when they did things could turn quickly, so it was nice to have a failsafe. In this case, Wanda was mostly concerned about if the blonde would be of any use to her. She didn’t like wasting her time.

“So. Am I correct in assuming that your problem is with me?”

Unsurprisingly Clark just glowers at her and remains silent. He’s still bleeding from his nose and there’s a nasty bruise forming on his cheek and around his left eye. She just hums to herself, more than comfortable with holding a one-sided conversation for as long as it takes. She leans back against the door as she continues to stare him down.

“That’s what your friends said anyway. That I embarrassed you? If that’s the case I’m trying to figure out why you would waste time by not just going straight to me.”

Clark has been down in this room and tied to this chair for hours. He’s sore, exhausted and pissed off. He shouldn’t be here right now. He should have waited to go after you, he knew this, but seeing you twice in one day made him impatient. He’d planned to knock you out and take you somewhere private and do whatever came to mind, yet here he was beaten and certainly facing more at the hands of your wife.

“Maybe I wanted to fuck with your wife.”

Wanda had been expecting this response so she barely reacts as she pushes herself off the door and takes a couple of steps forward. She keeps her hands in her pockets as she shoots him a patronizing smile.

“Well, you didn’t do a great job of that, now did you?”

Clark scoffs under his breath before he grins showing Wanda the blood in his mouth. He looks her up and down for a disgustingly long time before he responds. He’s too busy admiring the view to realize that he was being spoken to, and Wanda just rolls her eyes.

“Tell that to her face.”

Wanda just shakes her head as she takes another step towards Clark so she’s standing over him with a frown. She looks down on him and she watches him look up at her expectantly, tauntingly. She simply turns on her heel and moves to the corner of the room where there’s a chair for her to sit in. She’s too tired and frankly sore to stand over him for this long as she just gets settled as she takes a deep breath.

“Here’s the thing Clark. You should know that my wife, Y/n is the nice one between the two of us. For instance, I know for a fact that she didn’t pull a gun on you today or let her dog maul you because she thinks you’re just a stupid kid who deserves another chance.”

Wanda laughs at the idea of what Boone could have done to Clark’s face if you’d let him. He would look far worse than he does now and the man should be grateful that her wife was so kind. Clark doesn’t appear particularly moved but that’s fine with her, she’s not trying to trick him or guilt him into anything. She wants him to want to help and if not, well she might just start seeing which of her toys can make him scream the loudest.

“I’m not like that, and although I love her for it, I could never be like her. See, Clark, I’ve been doing this for a long time. I know that men and their egos are always an issue, but I find it hard to believe that you would be stupid enough to attack someone in broad daylight, knowing you were going to get caught, without a backup plan.”

She watches as he looks away quickly before realizing his mistake and turning back toward her. She smiles at him as she sits back in her chair and crosses her arms.

“Ah see, now we’re getting somewhere.”

He’s not sure what he can say to deny it, so he just shakes his head before muttering something under his breath. It’s not convincing, and Wanda’s going to keep pushing until she figures out what he’s hiding.

“So you think this was all part of some master plan? What exactly do you think I was trying to do?”

Wanda had only entertained this idea briefly this afternoon because the thought of what Clark’s ultimate goal was when he’d confronted you made her see red. There were a lot of options, clearly he’d wanted to hurt you and the fact that he’d had friends with him suggested that his plan was to hurt and you potentially kidnap you which just made Wanda panic in too many ways to consider it too much. For that reason, she looks back to Clark who’s losing steam with each passing second. She almost feels sorry for him.

“I’d rather hear you say it, Clark.”

He doesn’t say anything for the longest time, and Wanda can practically see him weighing his options. She begins to lose patience and allows her gaze to wander back over to the table of untouched weapons. This seems to get Clark’s attention and he says the first thing that he’d thought of doing to you when he got you alone.

“I was going to fuck her and then slit her throat. There are you happy?”

Wanda stands up so quickly that Clark jumps in his chair and sucks in a startled breath. She had to push down her urge to grab the younger man’s throat and throttle him because he’s talking and she doesn’t want him to stop.

“Actually, Clark you’re starting to piss me off. Why do you keep lying?”

He starts to stutter as Wanda turns away from him and surveys the table in front of her. She grabs the hammer in one hand and the knife in the other before turning back to him. She holds them up with a questioning look and he just stares at her wide-eyed.

“Pick one.”

As soon as you get to the gym and find it empty you sigh in relief. You are nearly shaking you’re so amped up, so you decide to run a little. Boone jumps up on one of the treadmills and barks excitedly as he waits for you to turn it on. You smile at him before shaking your head and pressing a few buttons to get him started.

“Start off slow, okay bud?”

He’s set at a jog and seems to be handling that well so you jump onto the one next to him and start the same. You set the incline higher before increasing the speed and you just focus on your breathing until you feel comfortable. You glance over at Boone and smile at how happy he looks trotting alongside you. You increase the speed again before you allow yourself to get lost in your thoughts.

“T-the hammer.”

Wanda throws the knife back onto the table making him jump but she doesn’t pay him any mind as she twirls the hammer carelessly.

“I’ll give you two choices Clark. You can either tell me who sent you after Y/n, or I’ll break both of your kneecaps. You have five seconds to decide.”

Clark starts to tug at the ropes around his wrists uselessly as he thinks about how to get out of this. He’s struggling so hard that the chair would have fallen over already if it wasn’t cemented to the ground. Wanda is already at 4 in her head when he suddenly shouts at her.

“What makes you think someone sent me?”

Wanda just shakes her head with a small smile as she reaches out to grab his shirt and pull him forward as far as his bonds will allow. She gets in his face and practically sneers at him as she holds him out of his chair.

“Because there’s no way you’re stupid enough to do something this reckless without having someone to bail you out. But now you’re starting to panic because whoever that is, isn’t coming through for you, are they?”

Clark just continues to struggle in her grip which pisses Wanda off more, so she drops him and kneels down in front of him. She holds the hammer over his knee and shoots him a questioning look.

“Tell me who you’re working with.”

When he doesn’t speak immediately Wanda stands up and swings the hammer down on his left knee. Clark screams and thrashes in his chair but he says nothing useful to her, so she does it again, this time only harder. She hears the crunch of his bone breaking over his cries and she gives him a moment to recover. She stands up and crosses her arms as she eyes him carefully. He’s really not cut out for this which leads Wanda to believe that whoever enlisted his help was desperate, or sloppy. They didn’t take the time to recruit people who could get the job done, and this just makes her even more curious about who it could be.

“What’s it going to be, Clark?”

You’re lifting weights when you hear the door beep signaling that someone else is here. You turn half expecting a stranger, some tired looking agent, but instead you see Nat dressed similarly to you. She looks to Boone first who’s running on the treadmill at this point. He knows how to jump off when he’s tired, but he’s only been going for a couple of miles so he’s nowhere close to done. Nat then sees you in the corner lifting and she can’t help but look a little confused.

“Hey there. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

You drop the dumbbell with a sigh before turning to your friend with a smile. It’s nearly 11 and you usually are in bed at this point, but you’re feeling off tonight. You couldn’t stay in your room waiting for Wanda to return. Your mind would just run rampant and you didn’t want to get lost considering all the possibilities for tonight. So you decide to focus on Natasha and her terrifying sleep habits.

“Do you usually work out this late?”

Nat shrugs as she sits on one of the benches after choosing the ones with the desired weights on them. You walk over to her because you’re mostly done with your work out, and you are really curious to hear about what Wanda’s up to.

“Well, I can spot for you if you want.”

You glance over to Boone when he jumps off the treadmill and stands to pant. You go turn down the machine and grab your water bottle before filling up his bowl for him. He will jump back on when he’s ready. He’s drinking by the time you return to Nat’s side to see her shooting you a curious look.

“Don’t you want to finish your workout?”

You shrug before mentioning that you were mostly done at this point. You’d run a mile before you got bored, then you’d done some planking because that was a special kind of hell for you.

“Nah, I finished my lower body stuff earlier.”

Nat can’t help herself as she lays down to scoot under the bar that has an obscene amount of weight on it. You know she can handle it, but you move a little closer as she goes to lift it. She’s smiling at you and you can’t help but roll your eyes at her question.

“Earlier, or earlier?”

You sigh in defeat as you rub at your tired eyes with a shake of your head. You love your friends, you really do, but you need them to stop obsessing over your sex life. They need to get one of their own instead of trying to horn in on yours.

“Not you too. You guys act like we’re abstinent or something.”

Nat laughs at this as she continues to do reps with barely a grunt of effort. You envy that but you definitely don’t have the time or motivation to get that fit. Your couple times a week is enough for you and since Wanda hasn’t complained you figure you’re good.

“We’re just happy for you. You deserve to get some…or give some.”

This time you groan in annoyance because you really don’t want to be talking about this. You, like Wanda, don’t really like discussing your sex life beyond admitting you have one. Not that you ever really need to. It’s obvious for anyone who knows you that you’re madly in love with your wife, and you enjoy sleeping with her whenever you get the chance.

Things are just slightly complicated by the fact that you know talking about sex with Nat will always be a little weird. You honestly don’t remember much about the night you spent together over 10 years ago, but you don’t think you’ll ever be able to forget it. This is mostly because after telling Wanda about it, there was no way you were ever going to give her a reason to think you and Nat had anything going on.

“Alright, watch yourself. I appreciate your concern, but this is a little much.”

Nat just laughs before continuing to her second set with a shrug.

“I don’t know his name. I-I swear. We-ve only talked on the phone.”

Wanda frowns in disappointment watching Clark shake violently as blood continues to drip down his pant leg. He’s in so much pain he can barely think and he can’t see much beyond Wanda’s outline past his tears.

“You’re going to have to give me more than that. What’s he sound like? Does he have an accent?”

Clark’s nodding immediately and she’s already thinking of all the people she knows with distinctive accents.

“Yeah, it’s an English accent.”

There are only a couple of people that ping her radar and she immediately asks a follow up question. She doesn’t want to falsely accuse anyone of stabbing her in the back, but she needs to know that her suspicions are wrong.

“What did they want you to do, Clark?”

He takes a deep shuddering breath before deciding to cut his losses. He really doesn’t see a way of getting out of this, and to save himself a little pain, he decides to rat out his boss. His real boss. The one who paid him close to 100K to try and help him win over the woman who’s standing in front of him. He opens his mouth to speak, but he only gets a few words out before he’s cut off.

“H-he wanted to end your--.”

Wanda watches as Clark stops short and his face contorts in pain before he just slumps in his chair. She stands up straighter and reaches out to feel for his pulse. She can’t find one and she curses under her breath in confusion.

“What the fuck. Steve, get in here.”

Steve opens the door not two seconds later and he’s rushing over to see what’s wrong. He finds Wanda feeling for a pulse that isn’t there before he dares to ask what happened. She doesn’t even know how to answer that because she’s just as confused as she shakes her head before turning to him. She can’t imagine this was caused by anything that she’d done.

“I don’t know. He just stopped mid-sentence.”

Steve moves forward to check on him as well, but he is fairly certain that he’s dead. The way his head lolls to the side and his dull eyes give it away. He’s pulling his hand away from the blonde’s neck when Wanda comes back from setting the hammer on the table.

“Did you hear what he said?’

Steve’s nodding as he considers the possibilities as well. Should they even trust what Clark gave them, or was it all part of a larger ruse? Thinking about how easily he had cracked made him doubtful of this, but there was no way of knowing for sure.

“Yeah, an English accent? I can only think of one guy.”

Wanda nods in agreement before turning to the door when she hears it open again. Bucky is standing there looking a little confused and worried, so she just shakes her head. She can’t get too far down this rabbit hole until she figures out how this happened. It reeked of something she couldn’t even consider yet, but she only had so much time to wait.

“Let’s get him downstairs and see if they can figure out what happened.”

They both nodded in agreement, Bucky taking out a knife to cut the blonde loose. Steve was already dialing on his phone when Wanda turned back toward the table of mostly clean instruments. She hadn’t expected it to go like this, and the sudden loss of control left her reeling. Was someone she trusted really orchestrating this plot to ruin her…something. Despite being cut off, Wanda suspects that she knows what he was going to say, and considering that you’re the main target it doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination. Someone wanted to end her marriage, and it seemed like they were trying to take the literal route by killing you. Of all the people she knew, there were only a few that she cared enough about to register their feelings on her marriage. Negative that is. Strucker clearly hates it given how he continues to call her ‘Ms.” except when she pointedly reminds him of the contrary. That said, he doesn’t have an accent.

Then there’s one other person who’s never spoken out against it, but he’s dropped what he thinks are subtle hints whenever he talks about you. Looking back on these comments, it was clear he was trying to highlight your flaws and instill doubt in her about how good of a wife you were. Wanda turns back around to Steve and Bucky to find them watching her curiously. She usually leaves by now, and she’s about to, but she has one more thing to do.

“After you’re done here, track down Vision. Tell him we need to talk.”

You can’t help but laugh as Nat tries to swing at your face again, and you duck. You had gotten tired of just standing around and waiting for her to grow tired of lifting. One you knew it would take a long time, and two you really wanted to hit something. As you stood over Nat spotting for her your mind wandered. You thought about all of the ways you could have hurt Clark back. Although you knew you would allow someone to push you too far before you resorted to violence, you liked to imagine bashing his face in and leaving him bleeding on the ground.

It seemed sick and it probably was, but you needed to be better about this. Given where you were, and what was going on, you had to be more proactive. This is one of the reasons why you asked Nat to spar. You wanted to hit something and do a better job of defending yourself since you couldn’t always count on Wanda.

“You seem like you really want to hit something, and since I don’t particularly want that to be my face, I have an idea.”

You drop your hands when Nat says this and wait for her to explain. You’re sure it’s almost midnight, if past that already, and you still feel too antsy to sleep. Boone is no longer running and is just resting on top of a pile of mats in the corner. He goes between watching you two and napping, but since he had a busy day he’s starting to doze off. You make a mental note to ask Steve if he can find you one of those big protective suits you can use to train Boone on. You’re glad you didn’t have him bite anyone today, but you wanted to make sure he remembers how he should do it.

“Sure, what did you have in mind?”

When Wanda arrives back to your rooms, she’s greeted by Fletcher yowling loudly. She’s apparently upset, and it isn’t until she reaches the bedroom to find it empty that she realizes why. She doesn’t like to be left alone, and Wanda swoops down and picks her up with a frown.

“Where’d Y/n and Boone go, little one?”

She kisses her cat’s face which makes her meow again before setting her down on the ground. She heads back to the kitchen to see if you left a note, and she finds it stuck to the fridge with a magnet.

Went to the gym.

Wanda’s only a little surprised by this, but after she takes a moment to think about it she realizes she really shouldn’t be. She probably shouldn’t have left you alone while she went to deal with Clark. She knew you got anxious about this type of thing and you likely couldn’t have slept if you’d even tried. She just takes down the note with a sigh before tossing it in the bin and heading for the door. She just hopes that you’re not with Yelena. She’s not sure she could handle anything else happening tonight.

Nat’s solution was to make you do all of the work. She gave you gloves and she put on pads that served as moving targets. You were basically wailing on her with the redhead giving you the occasional pointer. You ‘re panting by the time Wanda shows up, and you’re doubled over with your hands on your knees as you groan loudly.

“I think I’m going to vomit if we keep going. This did make me feel better though, so thank you.”

Nat laughs at this before she starts to take off her pads before reaching out for you. She pats you on the back and you simply groan again before taking off your gloves and setting them aside.

“I’m exhausted, Nat.”

The redhead’s not surprised to hear this but she still frowns as she thinks about how much stress you’ve been under. She knows that tonight didn’t help any, but hopefully Wanda was able to get something useful from him. She was actually surprised that you haven’t asked about it yet, but she had a feeling you still had time for that. She honestly didn’t have much to tell you though. After helping her sister rough the blonde up the only things he said to them were insults or jibes about you and Wanda. Nothing remotely helpful honestly.

Luckily, she doesn’t have to tell you this because the door beeps once again and all three of you turn to see Wanda in the doorway. Boone jumps off of the mats and runs towards her, but she just holds out a hand for him as she looks to you.

“Hey you two.”

You smile as you stand up and meet your beautiful wife halfway. You hesitate to hug her because you’re sweaty and gross, but she just pulls you in with a sigh. She already feels better being able to hold you, and she takes the few seconds this gives her to look to Nat and just nod in response to her questioning look.

“How are you feeling? Are you tired?”

Wanda pulls away with a smile before she nods in confirmation. She is exhausted and wouldn’t mind going to bed right now. However, she still needed to make sure you were okay since you were still up way past your bedtime and you’d just been beating the crap out of your hands.

“I’m exhausted, but at least I have a lead now.”

This catches Nat’s attention and she seems eager to figure out what Wanda has found out. You’re a little surprised by this but you try to hide it as Nat stands up and steps beside you and Wanda.

“What did you find out?”

Wanda hesitates to answer because she doesn’t want to falsely accuse Vision, but she is also fairly certain that he is responsible for at least Clark going after you. She can’t say if he’s behind the person stalking you, Rumlow shooting up the house and you getting poisoned, but this one thing is more than enough to bring him in to talk. Nat realizes Wanda’s silence is a bad sign and she’s already scowling when the redhead just shakes her head.

“He claims that someone with an English accent hired him to try and ruin my marriage.”

Nat’s mind focuses on the second part of Wanda’s sentence while you’re fixated on the first. You speak before you’ve really thought it through, but the way Wanda doesn’t protest makes you realize you’re probably onto something.

“Vision?? Are you saying that he’s the one behind this, behind everything?”

Wanda shakes her head because she doesn’t know this, and she doesn’t want to get you worked up over nothing. You’ve never liked Vision as he had spent years hitting on your wife while you were in a relationship with her.

“I’m not sure about everything, but Clark going after you? I’m almost certain he’s responsible for that.”

You and Wanda had a very silent walk back to your rooms. Nat had left you to talk to her sister which left you to mull over everything that Wanda had told you. She’d explained what Clark had said, and more disturbingly, she’d told both you and Nat about the abrupt ending to her conversation. Nat was more disturbed by this than anything else Wanda had said, and she immediately went to figure out more.

You on the other hand were trying to work out how Vision could be involved in everything instead of just today’s events. You think about his role in Wanda’s life and how much access he has to her. She thinks about how much time and energy Vision’s clearly put into hating you and your relationship with your wife and you can’t help but scowl at the thought. You hated Vision, much more than you hated the 20-something who punched you in the face today.

You would love to be able to punch Vision in the face.

Before you can get too far down this line of thinking, you feel Wanda’s hand on your shoulder and you turn to see her frowning. She’s worried and you can tell, but you’re too busy formulating a plan to address it right now.

“Are you okay?”

You follow Wanda into your room and wait for Boone to hurry in before closing and locking the door behind you. You lean against it for a few seconds and take a deep breath as you imagine Vision finally getting what he deserves. You would love to see Wanda deliver justice to that disrespectful little homophobe.

“Y/n? You’re scaring me.”

When you come back to yourself you realize that Wanda’s hands are on your face and she’s kneeling in front of you. You immediately feel guilty because your wife has gone through enough today, and you don’t want to add to it. You lift her to her feet before wrapping your arms around her with a sigh. You kiss her hair before pulling back so she can look at you.

“I’m sorry, but before you call me crazy, please hear me out. I have an idea.”

Part 8

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STORMLIGHT 5 UPDATE

Concept Art by Randy Vargas

Brandon Sanderson: Hello, all! I know some of you may have been waiting for this. It’s time for the first in a series of updates about your book! I wanted to wait until I’d made good progress this month before I stopped to write one of these updates, and I do apologize for leaving you in the dark for so long. I probably should have written one of these back in January, but it’s been an odd year for me, full of unpredictable timing issues.

So, let’s get the obvious questions out of the way. Do I have a title yet? No. Still thinking. I’d like it to fit the format of KOWT or KOW, but I don’t like most of the options that have presented themselves. It requires more thought.

When will the book come out? I’m looking at fall 2024. I have tried to be very forthcoming about this one—warning people for a while that 2023 might be too optimistic. And, as I feared, I have been forced to let the date slide quite far into 2024 because of three issues. The first is that I set myself up for a TON of revisions this year, and they’ve been taking more time than expected. I still have two books to revise, though I’ve been spending all of August on Stormlight.

However, that isn’t the primary reason I’ve ended up pushing back the book. I’d planned for these revisions, and could have done those while working on Stormlight. The second reason I pushed the book back is that I knew this book, of all the ones in the sequence, deserved a little extra time and attention. It will likely be the longest of the series to date, and I have to be careful to juggle all the storylines properly. I didn’t want to be rushed on it, and—though it may shock you—an 18-month production cycle wasn’t going to cut it.

The third reason is one I haven’t been able to gauge as easily as the first two—something new to my life. Lately, I’ve needed to dedicated more and more of my time to running a company. I still reserve three days a week solely for writing, but that’s down from four days a week in previous years.

The meetings take two general forms. The first category is meetings with my team. Things like reviewing the production of the secret projects and leatherbounds to make sure things look and feel right. Others involve deep dives into concept art for characters and settings, so that when we create products like the upcoming Stormlight miniatures, they can fit with a canon version of the characters. This is something I resisted for a while, feeling like it was all right if different artists interpreted the singers (for example) differently. More and more, though, Isaac and I feel that we should have specific canon examples for continuity.

Other meetings are editorial related, or publicity related. Dragonsteel has kind of grown up the last few years, and I want to do it right. That means being involved, as long as it doesn’t impact my time TOO much. But all of that needs to be balanced with the numerous film and television meetings that have been happening lately. Again, I want to do this right—which means being deeply involved in the projects that are moving forward. (Announcements should be coming in the near future.) That takes time. So, the free time that I had during Covid to write secret projects is now being eaten up by a lot of these meetings.

I’m still finding the right balance, but this last month has seen a lot of good progress on Stormlight. I’m sitting at 65,000 words right now as of this writing. Roughly 16% if we assume a 400,000-word final book. (Though this one will, as I said, likely be longer than that—so that 16% might be more like 15%.)

Unfortunately, progress is going to slow again as I have a couple of other deadlines due. My goal right now is to do the last two revisions (Defiant and Secret Project Four) in rapid succession, in September and October, and be back to Stormlight in November.

For a teaser, though, here is what I’m working on: I’m going to write this book in phases, straight from beginning to end, through several character groupings. For example, the first sequence I’m writing is Szeth and Kaladin in Shinovar, including the Szeth flashbacks. I plan to write all of their plot, from start to finish, before moving on to the next sequence of characters.

All of that 65k so far, except the prologue, has been on this plotline—and I’m loving how it’s shaping up. I know the Szeth backstory has been a LONG time coming. I hope it lives up to your expectations. There are some interesting lore secrets here to reveal, and the climax is something I’ve been building to since book one—indeed, you’ll find death rattles from the first volume referencing the events here in this sequence.

I plotted this sequence at 100k. It’s looking a lot more like 150k now that I’m neck deep in it. The picture is related!

I know that four years is a long time to wait for a novel, and it’s been my goal in the past to keep that to 3 years. My intention is that once this is done, we’ll have another longer-than-normal gap as I turn my attention to Mistborn Era Three (and hopefully the Elantris sequels) before diving back in to do the back five Stormlight books. From there, I’m hoping to return to a 3-year gap between books until we push to the ending at book ten.

A long journey, I know! But you’ll almost certainly have television and film projects in the interim to keep you occupied alongside the other things I do. And I continue to feel that Stormlight works best in ultra-long-form novels, rather than the (far more profitable) option my publisher would prefer of one shorter 100k Stormlight book every year. The experience of the thick book full of interconnected plotlines and smaller interlude flourishes is part of what makes the artistic vision work for these volumes.

As always, thank you for your patience. My job is to make sure it’s all worth the wait, and I am striving each day to show respect for the trust you’ve put in me.

Next update should come around the end of the year, where I’ll let you know how my November/December went. With luck, I’ll have managed another 70k or so across the two months, and land us at around 130k, which MIGHT be the end of the first sequence.

#the stormlight archive #stormlight 5 #cosmere #cosmere future #cfsbf #brandon sanderson #kowt #root #wob #arts arcanum #szeth son son vallano #kaladin stormblessed

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I get frustrated a bit a lot on the age dynamic of George and Caiti.

Like on how they should reacted. And the groups as a whole. Because let’s call it Caiti group (ages 18-20?21?) and George group (ages 22-30) for the heck of it.

George was a normal person till Covid to a point. College student etc. A British university person in a country where people can be drinking legally since 18. Which Caiti is to a situation.

He is hanging out with people of similar age all the time- to his age not hers. And it’s an atmosphere that grows its own unsaid rules, acts and what’s acceptable and what’s not.

George in this situation that he has -hanging in a hotel with people not in front of cameras where he has to make a persona etc etc assumes he can cuddle and touch someone around the waist without asking because as far as he’s been acting and told around other people- as he says is a norm TO HIM that’s been always ok. He’s never interacted with someone tell him hey don’t touch me or if he has he didn’t continue.

Then come Caitis group who basically follow the only person in Georges group age range that kind of knows the rules of how they act and they are in a new situation. Caiti is in a new situation.

They have a chance of testing and seeing how they interact with the situation. They are the ones entering an atmosphere with already established rules that they have to learn and figure out if they can follow or have to modify to stay in that situation.

They are completely valid in hating how they interact after but they chose to stick to that situation.

As they say Dream was asked does George realize she’s 18 egc and him saying I don’t see the issue is because in that atmosphere IT ISNT AN ISSUE. the unsaid rules that have developed aren’t he’s trying to fc her basically. The unsaid rules say they are cuddling and doing drunk people stuff.

And people are right that she’s valid in how she feels of her age and his being weird. But he thought at the time she was of his age range group that knows the unsaid rules. She never said anything. This is correct.

She didn’t say anything about the unsaid rules and cues already established in the situation she went into.

She can create her own set of rules and even create future atmospheres that have unsaid rules that everyone follows but can’t condemn a different atmosphere of ,again an age range that she wasn’t actually ready to interact with that she entered and found out she doesn’t like.

This entire situation is her evaluating and discovering lots of stuff she didn’t like. She didn’t. But she didn’t articulate. I’m gonna assume if she did say he don’t touch me or don’t cuddle I’m not okay with that- for that night or for future times someone new like her age come to the atmosphere/situation the unsaid rule will change to asking if they are okay with that unsaid rule. Like George says. He will think more of his actions in this situation now.

Her age group or people are saying in their situation are saying when they drink or hang out a person has to ask and be verbal on how they interact. Someone joining their atmosphere may realize oh I don’t like having to ask to sit on a couch. Cuddle, or touching a waist because I work better with reading body language, and having unsaid consent for different things that happen. But that person will just leave and won’t condemn how “they all ask for every damn movement” because THEY went into a new situation and learned their rules and decided actually I don’t like this place, have a fun time but I probably won’t join you again.

Because almost NOTHING is black and white. It’s like how one says pop and soda. It’s weird to those that say pop know others say soda but it’s different custom to the same item. But there’s not one universal word for soda. There are synonyms.

He is hanging out with people of similar age all the time- to his age not hers. And it’s an atmosphere that grows its own unsaid rules, acts and what’s acceptable and what’s not.

yeah that’s what i’m been thinking shouting this situation. people are acting like george is in an atmosphere that he shouldn’t be in, when really it’s caiti that is. her friends brought her to a party to drink with 20+ year olds so i completely understand why george thought she would’ve been older.

like you said, she obviously can and should have her own boundaries in situations like this but since everyone was cuddling (a detail she left out the first time), it seemed like the atmosphere they were in was not one she was comfortable with. which is completely valid! but putting yourself in that situation, figuring out that you’re uncomfortable, and not telling anyone, especially not the person making you uncomfortable, does not mean you were assaulted. it means you were in over your head and regret what happened.

#ri asks #george situation

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Wishes Come True?

Its been awhile since I last wrote fanfiction, please excuse the mistakes made. I love fanfictions where the fictional characters come to ‘life’ and deal with the real world or vice versa or straight the worlds just collide and become one. This is a Morpheus x reader fanfiction

Summary : When your besties finally influences you to do some New Year’s Eve superstitions and they actually work out for you. Makes the saying of ‘Be careful of what you wish for’ little too serious in the this case. Now you have to figure out how to get The Sandman back to their universe or deal with the consequences.

Word Count : 3,007

Warnings : bad language, use of drugs, alcohol consumption, low-key a crackfic

“So you’re telling me that I got to eat twelve grapes under a table while making one specific wish for each grape under sixty seconds while attempting to not choke and wear different colored underwear that each have their own meaning for something to happen in the new year. Yeah, that sounds about right”

“C’mon, I mean when you put it like that, it makes me sound like I’m a crazy person, but I don’t want to be the only person to do it, and it's not like we both have something going on in our personal lives anyway.” My friend, Delia, was trying to compel me into doing some New Year's Eve rituals, so we can have a ‘fun’ new year.

“Fine, I’ll do it for your sake, but I just want you to know one very important thing.” I looked her dead in the eye. “Yeah, whatever it is, just as long as we get to do it.” She accepted easily. “Get seedless grapes, I’m not going to die by grapes with seeds in them.”

The plan was for us to go to our other friend’s house for a New Year's Eve party, but of course, something always has to happen to prevent us to come together, even for holidays. The friend that was hosting the party had to cancel due to getting Covid and didn’t want to risk anyone else getting it. So the new move was just for Delia and I to get drunk and high at my house, eat some fast food, and watch some crappy movies.

As I waited patiently for my friend to arrive, preparations were in order. The only decorations I have of course are memes related to New Year’s Eve being printed and left over colored streamers from different holidays. Clearly ready to welcome the New Year. Checking if I had enough alcohol and zaza for us to hit to make this evening ever so special. Sadly, I was lacking in the alcohol department, so I sent off a quick text to my friend for her to stop by the store to do a last minute run. After that was said and done, I took a quick rinse and got ready, deciding on wearing some clothes instead of wearing pajamas on New Year's Eve. I put on a chunky knit sweater in my favorite color, and I was about to put on pants, but I remembered I promised to wear different colored underwear, so pants aren’t an option. Debating to myself which underwear colors should I wear, I decided upon the colors yellow for money, blue for my health, white for happiness, and most importantly red for romance. Obviously, I put red first because at this point I am just desperate for another person’s touch, then white, blue, and lastly yellow. Putting on a simple pleated skirt, the look is completed, and so I can be comfortable wearing this many pairs of underwear.

Hearing my phone go off, my friend texted me that she was there. I headed downstairs to go open the door and welcome her in. “Hello bestie, I hope you're as excited as I am for tonight!” she exclaimed. She held two bags in her hands, which I’m assuming contained snacks, grapes, and alcohol for our evening. “You know it, just set the bags in the kitchen. I’ll order us some DoorDash right now if you want.” I said. “I’m craving Wingstop, you down?” she asked. Agreeing with her, I went ahead and started to order what we wanted to eat.

After hitting some of the devil’s lettuce we were able to consume our food with such finesse, and with alcohol in our systems, we can easily say that we were far out of it and relaxed. “So, let me see what underwear you’re wearing?” I asked, staring at the TV that was playing Bluey. I turn to pay attention to her, only to see her make a face. “I know you didn’t just forget to wear the underwear now did you!” yelling at her. She made a dumbfounded face and sheepishly said she was in a rush for time. Shaking my head in disappointment, I flashed her the underwear I was wearing. “Oh my gods, you actually did it. Maybe you’ll have a better year than me,” she joked.

“I want you to know that I’m not going to let you forget this right.” I snorted at her words, giving her a playful shove. Turning back to watch the TV, watching Bluey wasn’t cutting it right now, it was time for something different. “You want to rewatch The Sandman until it hits New Year?” I asked her. “Hell yeah!” she cheered. Putting on the show to have a marathon into the new year.

“Ever notice how Morpheus kinda acts and looks like Edward from Twilight?” Delia jokes. “You know, saying that makes me realize I have a type in men now,” acknowledging her words,“Sad, tall, angsty, emo men are just superior.”

We made it to episode 3. Dream a Little Dream of Me by the time I took notice of what the time really was. “Shit, we have to go hide under the table now, it's 11:53” we scrambled to set everything together. We sat under the table, clutching our grapes in our bowls. Checking the time again, it's 11:59, I panic thinking about the wishes I want to come true in the next year. Then boom, it hit 12. I started stuffing grapes into my mouth with different wishes like wanting to pass my classes, become a skinny legend, and other dumb stuff. I got to my last three grapes, thinking about something really dumb to make. Wishing for The Sandman show to be real, I wish to be a part of a storyline with them, and I wish for Morpheus and I to fall in love. I checked the time again, 12:01. Smiling like an idiot, some part of me wanted to believe that my wishes would come true, but this is the real world, not some y/n fanfiction. “Happy New Year, bestie!” Delia cried out. She proceeded to tackle me in a loving embrace. “Happy New Year to you, too smelly.” I mustered out, not being able to breathe from getting the air knocked out of me. We got up from under the table, dusting and cleaning up our messes. We talked about our wishes and joked about how our new year was going to be especially magical for me this year.

It was getting late for the both of us, sadly, I made sure to order my friend an Uber to be safe. I bid her farewell and told her to text me when she got home to be safe. Now I’m left to my own devices. Starting to clean up the mess that we made, gave me time to notice how something now felt off. I brushed it off, thinking to myself it was just my high coming down along with sobering up. Cleaning gets done faster when you aren’t having a party. I texted my close friends and family Happy New Year while getting ready to shower. A shower will help with this off feeling, I hope. I peeled off my clothes, only to leave my underwear on to see myself in the shower. Examining the many layers of undies I had on, laughing to myself about superstitions. Longing hit me as I removed each layer to be left with red panties. I did wish for a romantic relationship, it gets so lonely you know. Getting fully naked now, and stepping into the warm water of the shower, muscles relaxing and being able to take deep breaths.

Allowing myself to daydream a bit while washing my hair, as I stood with the warm water hitting back, it felt as though the place where I was standing started to shift. I open my eyes to see I’m in an area of blackness, the only light coming from a spotlight over my head. “You wish for the King of Dreams and Nightmares to be real?” a female dissonance rang out. In front of me were three different women that were shifting in and out of each other, all at various stages in their life. A voice in my head said ‘The Hecate, the fates, the three in one, the maiden, the mother, the crone they have come to answer your requests.’

“Sisters, it seems she finally realized who we are, and don't want to keep her waiting now.” “Pity for the foolish girl to wish upon such things.” “Hush now sisters, after all this will be an interesting turn of events.” “Even Destiny couldn’t have seen this from happening, could he.”

“Please, can you tell me what is happening? Are you really going to make my wishes come true? This can't be real, you can't be real, this is my imagination.” I pleaded.

“Know this Y/n L/n, when you lay your head tonight in your dreams you may find yourself in a place you may only know from the screen and paper. Till we meet again,” with their final statement, they disappeared, and I'm back in my shower.

Cold water now pelts my back as I am left what to think about what just happened, whether the whole thing was imaginary. No matter how hard I tried to remember what just occurred, it was like my mind was trying to get rid of such an event. I rinsed whatever shampoo was left in my hair and turned off the water. Stepping out to dry myself off, leaving me time to think of what I just forgot, maybe I forgot to feed my cat or check my emails. I try to brush off the anxiety inducing feeling and just change into a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. Attempting to try to snuggle up in my blankets to find some comfort.

Today, in my dreams, I find myself lying on the sand of a beach. There is familiarity to this beach, to the grayness of the sands, the deep inky colored waters of the ocean. Sitting up to examine my areas, everything feels too real to the touch, the grains of sand between my toes, the warmth of the sun that was hidden by the murky clouds, the breeze that teased my skin causing goosebumps to appear. The feeling was very uncanny valley, but if this was a dream, it shouldn’t be too scary. Looking behind me to see a great wall with spectacular detailed gates. It dawned on me that these were The Gates of Horn and Ivory from The Sandman. ‘Great, I dreamed of being in the dreaming realm, ironic’ I thought to myself, picking myself up.

I wandered over to the gates, trying to remember what the gates meant and how to enter the true dreaming realm. “The dreams that pass through the gates of Ivory are lies, figments, deceptions. The other admits the truth. No one guards the horned gate anymore. I remember the way of old.” I recite from the comic book with ease, shocking myself with it. ‘Maybe I have a better memory when I am sleeping’ I mutter to myself. Regardless, I made my way towards the Gate of Horn. I didn’t need much force to open up the stone door, it's like it knows that I won’t do any harm to the world. I said thank you as I walked inside to the true center of the Dreaming, the gates closing behind me with a soft thud. To say I was in awe is an understatement, the clouds cleared up here, exposing the sun rays that encompassed the beauty that was of the land. It was like a wonderland with many mythical creatures that you could read about in books and see on screen, dreams and nightmares walking a muck in casualness.

My gaze landed upon the palace, it was ethereal, nothing compared to the show or the comics. I made it my mission right then and there to go forward and attempt to enter. The feeling of being watched suddenly came up again, the hairs on the back of my neck raised to the intensity. I looked up to the sky to see the infamous Matthew the raven staring at me as he flew past me, presumably to his master. Ignoring that, I say to myself, “The wilderness must be explored” quoting the child from the movie ‘UP!’ as I ventured on towards the castle.

The walk went gracefully as you could imagine it, seemed like the people of the realm were used to dreamers just walking about. Which is a huge relief on my behalf. The fan in me got excited as I passed each unique landmark that was featured in the show. The Houses of Mysteries and Secrets were a particular favorite of mine to pass by, only due to seeing them interact with each other and Goldie. It wasn’t long before I stood at the front of the castle of the King of Nightmares and Dreams. Anxiety came up in tidal waves telling me no, not to enter, but female voices in my head were saying to enter. I pushed through my fears and opened up the palace door and entered.

Wonderment filled my eyes, captivated by the beauty from within the architecture. Everything is immaculate to say the least, nothing could ever truly replicate the elegance of the pillars, the colors that showed down from the ever-changing glass panes, the lustrous floor tiles, the helix and flawless stairs that led up to a more beautiful throne that of which held its king. Making eye contact with him sent a shiver up my spine. His icy blue eyes pierced right through me, making every sensor in my body want to run, but couldn’t. Fight or flight wasn’t an option that was granted to me.

“See boss, I told you someone entered the realm through the gate.” Matthew defended himself. “Silence, now human how did you enter through the gate, more importantly my realm?” his voice boomed with authority.

“I entered through the Gate of Horn, the gate of which that only lets in those who of truth and how I entered in your realm is what I myself are still trying to figure out, Lord Morpheus” I confess. His brow furrowed at my statement. “You know who I am?” he interrogated. ‘Shit, I fucked myself over that one. Wait, this is my dream, why am I scared? Might as well see how far we can go with this without dying’ I thought to myself. “Lord Morpheus I know of all your titles, Dream of the Endless, the King of Nightmares and Dreams, Prince of Stories, Ruler of the Dreaming, and many more, sir. I know of your raven, Matthew, and your librarian Lucienne who helped keep order while you were away when you were captured. There are many things that I know of, but know this my Lord, I come to you with no harm, just curiosity.” I explained, hoping that I didn’t just doom myself.

His eyes were filled with anger, maybe bringing up his capture wasn’t the brightest idea in the world. “How could you know of such things, you are just a plain mortal.”

First, ouch. Second of all, this isn’t turning out well for me. I guess it's true, never meet your heroes. Before I even could defend myself more, he appeared right in front of me. It was a bad time to be in awe of his grace, but he looked so handsome in person. From how his hair fell from head down to face, framing his features perfectly, how his skin of was alabaster and radiant, his lips were the shade of a rhododendron in the late spring, his gaze, a fierce and cold rage held in his eyes, and his eyes were like a galaxy of stars, wanting to get lost in them forever without fear. It made me realize that we were both analyzing each other, but in my case it was deepening my love for the fictional character. When we made eye contact, it was like something clicked in him and me. I blushed and looked down towards the floor, seeing my reflection in the clean marble tiles.

“I swear to you, I truly do not mean any harm. If you wish to ban me from the Dreaming, I will not put up a fuss. I am willing to tell you anything and everything I know if you let me stay.” my voice stammered. The fear of rejection choking up in my throat like a dry pill to swallow. I looked back at him. “You may stay,” was all he said. I smiled in glee and relief. “I promise you, my lord, anything you wish to know, I will speak all that I know of, should you just ask.” There it was again, silence and staring at each other. This time his eyes were clear of rage, only filled with now somber. “My first question for you, mortal, what is your name?” he asked.

“My name is (Y/n) (L/n), my lord.” answering his question without hesitation. Before he could continue speaking, I felt myself start to wake up. Why must all the best dreams come to an end. I bid my goodbye to the king.

I woke up in my bed, thoughts racing. ‘Did that really happen? Did I really meet the Dream King himself? He was so scary, but really was handsome though. Ugh, I am never watching The Sandman that late ever again.’ I get up to start up my day. I pass by the window and see a bird perched on my windowsill, not just any bird, a raven. My eyes widen at the thought. I bust that window with lighting speed. “Are you Matthew?” I asked, thinking I'm still fighting off sleep. “Yes ma’am.”

Oh, shit.

Hope y’all liked the first chapter. Like I said, it has been a fat minute since I last wrote fanfiction so any corrections are greatly appreciated.

#lord morpheus #morpheus x reader #sandman x reader #The Sandman #dream of the endless #fanfiction #fanfic #the sandman x reader #the sandman x y/n #dream of the endless x reader #wishes come true?

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