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#THIS HITS CLOSE TO HOME
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hi. im having a really bad day. (cw for mean parents, academics)
my mother’s really mad at me because i’m approaching 30 and still unmarried and still without a master’s degree, and today she basically confirmed im a failure 😖 she knows it’s largely because my mental illness was untreated until this year, not that it matters. 🤣
can i request a quick drabble/scenario for how levi would respond/react to a reader going through this? just a sentence is enough! i’m at wit’s end right now. (turning to fanfic about my comfort character for help. 😭)
feel free to ignore if it’s too much! i get it, just typing this was way too much emotionally for me too. LOL
hi nonnie! i'm so sorry, i got this last night and was too out of it to write this 😭 i hope things at least feel a bit better or less intense today
this is also something i've dealt with—my dad literally just revealed to me the other day that he thinks my life is still a shitshow jkalfsd
notes/cw: mentions of mean parent, academics, self-loathing, levi being sweet and blunt at the same time because it's levi, just sweetness :3 word count: 880
You tried to put on a smile for the sake of your boyfriend, but it felt next to impossible. After all, how could anyone smile after their parent openly called them to chastise them for things beyond their control? It didn't matter that you were struggling with your mental health, it didn't matter that the pieces just didn't line up for you to live that "traditional, prescribed path", all that mattered was that you didn't do it.
You told yourself you didn't care. You told yourself their opinion didn't matter—but part of it still did to you.
You hadn't eaten properly all day. All you've had was a mug of coffee and a piece of a potato chip that you've nibbled on throughout the day to test to see if you could eat. You couldn't. You tried your best to hide this, but you already knew that it was next to impossible to hide anything from Levi. The man was stupidly observant.
"What's going on?" Levi asked as he pulled up a chair next to you.
"Hmm?"
"You've been chewing on that damn potato chip all day and you haven't moved out of that chair in hours."
You glanced down at the chip and then up towards Levi, looking straight into his intense, gray eyes that had a worried look within them.
"Oh, have I?" you asked, genuinely unaware of how long you had been stuck in this position. Your phone was next face down next to you after you had flipped it upside down upon hanging up on a phone call from your mother, in which she had oh-so-kindly decided to provide you a report on her analysis of your life.
Levi glanced over towards your phone and then at your state. He sighed.
"It was your mom again, wasn't it?"
Your eyes slightly widened upon that question.
He knew. Levi always knew. No matter how much effort you put into hiding whatever it was that was bothering you, Levi always seemed to read straight into your soul.
You averted your gaze and nodded.
"Yeah...It was."
"What'd she say this time?"
It took you a while to respond.
"Just...the usual," you mumbled. "How disappointed she is that I haven't really finished school, or how I'm not even married yet, and that I'm-"
You took a shaky breath as you felt your emotions building. You felt like a lump was building in your throat and that your eyes were heating up. You gripped onto your leg in a desperate attempt to keep yourself together, especially in front of Levi.
"That you're what?" Levi asked gently.
"She basically confirmed that I'm a failure," you said, with your voice barely above a whisper as your felt tears building at the corners of your eyes. You opened your mouth to speak again, but Levi was faster.
"Do you seriously believe that?" he asked. The question was harsh, but his voice was gentle and instead of a frown, he only looked at you with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"What-"
"You heard me," he said, never taking his gaze off you as he grabbed your chin so that he was looking into your eyes.
"Do you really believe that?"
"I-I mean, she's right in that-"
"Right about what?" he asked again, challenging you.
"Well, I still don't have my Master's-"
"You had to withdraw because of your mental health condition," he said, before prompting you to go on.
"And I'm still not married-"
"And you really think that it's impossible to be happy or successful without it?"
You didn't respond. You knew he was right.
"Next?" he asked again, confident that he was going to succeed in invalidating everything your mother decided to throw at you.
You fell silent.
"I know you're trying to help, Levi," you whispered, "but I'm sorry if I can't find myself believing that I'm not a-"
You felt your lower lip quivering as the emotions began to boil over.
"-a f-failure," you said quietly, your voice breaking.
Levi wrapped his arms around you, pulling your head against his head.
"You're not a failure," he whispered. "You've been dealt unfair cards, and you've come so far despite it. It's her loss for not recognizing that."
You took comfort in listening to his heart beat as you buried your face into his chest.
"You're not a failure," he repeated. "If you want to finish school, you'll get there. If you don't, that's okay too. Just because you've struggled with your mental health doesn't mean you're deficient."
He pulled away so that he was looking into your eyes before gently flicking your forehead.
"So quit pitying yourself," he said, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips as he saw the pout that formed on your face. "You're capable of more than you know."
You rubbed at your forehead. Levi pulled you into a gentle kiss shortly after, with one hand gently placed on the side of your face. He lingered there for a few seconds, before resting his forehead on yours.
"Never doubt yourself, love," he whispered.
He gave you another quick kiss before standing up.
"Now, let me whip you up something to eat, so you get some food in you other than coffee and that damned potato chip."
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howifeltabouthim · 10 months
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Siri Hustvedt, from The Blazing World
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tabernacleheart · 2 years
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Here is adoption: Ye are the children of the Lord your God; not because God needed children, but because [you] were orphans, and needed a Father.
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Theory of Happiness 
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#me reliving my 12-year-old adhd experience while watching this like: ow 💔
PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS 1.01 • I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher
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emily axford nobody gets me the way you do
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htub · 10 months
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I really like that they made Jor-El speak Kryptonian and Clark unable to understand him. The whole "aliens speak English" thing that happens in every goddamn media has bothered me all my life. Ik sometimes Clark just gets zapped in the brain for insta-second language but that always felt like a cheap shortcut.
Jor-El had a lot on his mind when he set up that magic spaceship okay. The world was ending and he was trying to do as much as he could before time ran out so he could be there for his son. He was rushing. He likely didn't consider Kal would be raised with a whole different language and not know any Kryptonian nor have anyone to teach him.
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dumplingsjinson · 1 month
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List of “presenting: an overthinker” prompts
“Do they actually like me?” 
Mind racing with a million thoughts about the possibility of things, and being scared they’ll actually happen, even if they are irrational as all hell. 
“So I… You know what, don’t worry about it.” “Are you sure? Because when you say that, that makes me worry more.” 
“I don’t know if I can do this.” 
“Do I even deserve any of this?” 
The constant need for reassurance, and even that isn’t enough to keep your thoughts at bay. 
Feeling the need to apologise for something you didn’t even do wrong.
Sitting in your anxiety and muddled up thoughts for hours when you don’t get a reply from that one person in a timely manner; wondering if you’ve fucked it all up with whatever you’ve said.
Reaching out to them multiple times and making your spiral worse when they stay silent on you.
It gets to the point where your overthinking feeds into your already growing anxiety, overwhelming you and eventually drawing tears out of you.
It gets so bad to the point where your chest feels tight, you feel numb and the world around you eventually becomes a monotonous blur because you’re too focused on this one thing you’re overthinking about. 
The rational subconscious of yours tries to drag you back to the side where things are okay and it’s really not that bad because it really isn’t that bad, but that small, irrational part of you takes ahold of you and continues to anchor you down.
You try to redirect your thoughts and it works for a bit… But then you eventually come back around to those thoughts. Sometimes, redirecting doesn’t work so you end up drowning in your own head.
Wondering if you’re being annoying by reaching out, even though you’ve been holding yourself back quite a lot, knowing you’re not being too much at all. Far from it, in fact. 
There are days when you so desperately wish you can escape your brain. Crawl out of your own skin, be someone who isn’t… Whatever the fuck this is. 
“I don’t want to be too much. I don’t want to need constant reassurance. It’s as suffocating for you as it is for me, maybe even more so, because I’m living in my own head, constantly. And it’s not something I can fucking just get out of overnight.” 
“I need to end this for my own good.” 
Drowning in your own never-ending spiral of negative thoughts. 
“Do you even care? Do you still love me? Does any of this even…”
“I’m sorry that/I hate that my brain is wired this way.” 
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ourflagmeansgayrights · 6 months
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ed is absolutely panicking in 2x7 bc he’s seeing stede having the time of his life being a famous pirate and he’s genuinely happy for stede but also he wants out of this life and he’s afraid stede will choose piracy over him and so he’s leaving first before stede can leave him again, all of which is bc deep down ed still thinks he’s unlovable and he’s scared to get hurt by stede again and he’s handling everything very badly
all that being said
the fact that ed has already decided that he can’t choose piracy for stede’s sake is so important to me
piracy was slowly killing ed long before stede entered the picture. and now that ed’s decided that he wants warmth and food and orgasms and he wants to live he’s not going to force himself to do a job that makes him fucking miserable. he still might not think he’s worth love and not worth choosing, but he’s at least moved past thinking he deserves to die. he’s past making himself so miserable that he wants to die. ed still has a lot of work to do but he’s making good progress and i’m proud of him.
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“cant change what you’ve done start fresh next semester”
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ttearsofthekingdom · 8 months
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I really like (but feel extreme anguish over) the parallel between Finn and Fionna in that they both have 0 impulse control as a form of self harm. Finn-- we know from Together Again -- wants to die so he can see Jake in the afterlife, so he takes on bigger and riskier enemies with a smile on his face because any wound is one step closer. Fionna says herself that she has zero impulse control. She keeps quitting jobs and getting fired for stupid reasons. She hates her life, hates the world she's in, and she's self sabotaging and ruining any chance she has at just getting by because she can't imagine that this worthless toil will be the rest of her life.
Its just a really heartbreaking parallel to me.
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xierru · 9 months
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girl di(time loop)nner
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