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#idk if I should put a trigger warning on this
maka1aure · 2 years
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thinks about the scene in the house of healing where Aragorn points out that Eowyn got fucked up mentally because of how she was treated at home... and Eomer - who had just gone from thinking Eowyn was killed, to realizing she was not dead but dying, and then to the immense relief of knowing she's been stabilized, all within the span of a day - now has to realign AGAIN to the fact that she had in fact been trying to kill herself by being out on the battlefield.
And he has to process that he might've been part of why that happened.
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calamaricollie · 2 years
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Did a funny
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ineed-to-sleep · 3 months
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Watching the machine do the thing is kinda cool actually
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loserchildhotpants · 1 year
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I’m very frightened every time I get on my husband’s motorcycle with him. 
He’s a very responsible driver, that is in no way the problem - he doesn’t take unnecessary risks, he isn’t a daredevil type, and having been in a terrible wreck as a young teen, he has a certain appreciation for the dangers of the road that I don’t have, because I haven’t lived through something like that.
I trust him with my life, implicitly.
I fear what a negligent driver may do, or if some other random event of terribleness might befall us while we ride, though.
I’ve lived with anxiety disorders for more of my life than not - one of the most painful parts of living with the trauma and the disorders I have is that I remember what I was like before them. Before they took root. I remember the child I was, fearless and adventurous. I try to feed that part of me, breathe life back into it by doing things like this because I’m angry I was robbed of that - so, I put my trust in the man that loves me, and I get on his motorcycle. 
In a strange way, I reach some level of zen while on the bike. I don’t know if I’m right about it, but I have a theory as to why that is; it’s sort of like Anxiety Input rates finally match the Anxiety Output rates, and so I wind up feeling very calm and centered.
Most of the time, my spine is producing enough cortisol to outrun a lion (my physician’s words, not mine), even while I’m just sat on the couch. But if you put me on a motorcycle, driving on winding roads anywhere between 45mph and 80mph, that cortisol is suddenly appropriate - my spine is no longer at odds with my environment.
If you’ve never been on a motorcycle as a passenger or even a rider, this may be something you don’t know; when the bike leans, you need to lean with it. That might feel dangerous, counterintuitive, but if you pull in the opposite direction, you’ll send it careening. Lean with the driver and the bike, even if you’re going 70mph around a long, curved, on-ramp.
That is a very difficult concept when you live with chronic, horrendous anxiety. As in most ventures of wellness, my husband is my rock, though. He leans, and I lean with him, because I trust him. He loves me, he is the only person I have never doubted loves me. He would do anything for me, he would never put me in harm’s way, and so if he is leaning, it must be safe to lean, and I will lean with him. 
It can be particularly frightening when we’re taking a turn so severe that I can sense the asphalt getting nearer.  We’ll be almost parallel with the ground, and that’s scary, but I can do it if it’s with him. I feel safe with him.
There’s a bridge we used to ride over all the time back when we lived in SC - the bridge connected a lot of highway traffic in and out of Savannah, GA, so it was busy, and fast (think maybe 60-80mph). It was also 135ft above the Savannah River. We would get so high up, so fast, my ears would pop at the altitude change. Objectively, a terrifying adrenaline rush. 
I would feel such peace there, though.
One time, I let go of my husband while we crossed the bridge. As we neared its apex, I spread my arms out, and shut my eyes. The music in my helmet was blasting, the wind was severe so high up, I had to clench my thighs hard around the bike and my husband to keep balance, to keep on the bike, but for a moment I was flying.
I remember I only took that risk once, because letting go of the rider is a bad idea in general, but I just needed to know what it would feel like. Just once.
When I put my arms back around him, I remember I was laughing to myself a little, I felt like I might cry, but I wasn’t sure why.
I stared at the back of his neck, and that’s actually what got me writing this. I was sitting down and trying to write something else entirely, but I got to thinking about the back of my husband’s neck, which I am well-acquainted with because of the motorcycle riding.
He has a strong neck, strong trapezes, his hair comes to a point at the base of his skull. He’s got these thick, luscious tresses of red hair, but when he has his helmet on and I can only see the base of his skull, the back of his neck, I see those fine hairs there, tangerine and lemon, coming to a perfect point at the center of the first knob of his spine. 
His neck, like the rest of him, is freckled, little cafe au lait spots smattered across his skin, and he has something kind of like a mole, but it’s pale. Not a skin tag, but something else. I don’t know what it is, I just know it’s on the right side of the back of his neck, it’s only very slightly risen like a mole might be, and I like it like I like all of his body and skin. 
Sometimes I’ll look at the back of his neck while he rides, and I’ll think, ‘I may die on this contraption. It could be any second now. Some semi won’t check their blindspot, some drunk asshole that got behind the wheel will veer, someone looking at their stupid fuckin’ phone will round a corner too fast and not see us, someone will run a light, a stop sign, we’ll hit gravel or sand and it will send the wheels into a tizzy, we’ll hit a puddle that’s covering a deep pothole, we’ll run over glass from a prior crash that wasn’t cleaned up, and we’ll spin out, and I’ll go tens of feet into the air, and I’ll break every bone in my body when I land, or I’ll die on impact, or we both will, but if it’s now, if it’s like this, okay.’ 
Every time I get on that bike, I think, ‘I am agreeing to the terms; this may be the last thing I ever do, this activity is particularly dangerous, the drivers near here are maniacs on good days, anything could go wrong. I understand the terms, and I agree to them.’ 
Maybe it’s that I’m with my husband, and I tell him how grateful for him I am all the time, how much I love him, I wax poetic about him every chance he gives me, I tell him every day how handsome he is, to drive safely, that I love him so much, that I miss him when he’s gone from me, and so I can be okay with the last thing I ever see being the back of his neck, because everything that I absolutely need to say has already been said.
Sometimes, when we ride, I’ll pretend I’m back in time. As if I’m very old, dying in a bed somewhere else, and I’m time-traveling back to wherever, whenever it is I’m with him, and I think, ‘oh, right, we used to do this - we would go on his motorcycle, and it felt just like this.’
It’s sort of how I romanticize the present. I treat it like it may already be gone, like it’s a fond memory I’m revisiting, and I’m getting to experience my youth again, the crazy things I did, how absolutely insane I was about my husband, how much fun I had with my friends - I do this when I’m off the bike too, but I do it consistently on the bike.
Maybe because I’m scared I’ll die on it.
I’ve devoted my husband’s likeness to memory as much as I can because the nature of dissociation is that it steals my memories and emotions from me, even when I want them back very badly, and so I can see in my mind’s eye very clearly what the back of my husband’s neck looks like.
The elegant lines that make up the strong column shape of it, how it slopes into his broad shoulders, the delicate, sensitive, freckled skin of it, the pale mole on the right side, the fine point his hair comes to at the base of his skull, all sunset colors on white sand.
Maybe when I do die, someday, I’ll shut my eyes and see that. I’ll see the back of his neck, I’ll hear music thrumming around my head, I’ll feel the wind whipping all around me, and I’ll take flight, and I’ll think to myself, ‘oh, this isn’t so scary after all. I know this feeling. I remember how this felt,’ and I’ll be calm and feel loved and safe, even when, by all rights, I shouldn’t.
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ribbonpinky-art · 5 months
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want to cry!!!!!! fatphobia makes me want to cry so hard
a cute pic of Seiran and chubby Ringo, then boom next panel Seiran is making Ringo do situps whilst poking her belly. stabbed straight into my heart
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toxickeyboard · 7 months
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sofilandstuff · 1 year
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my oldest daughter made up a story and a song and when I asked her what it ment she said:
"I'm singing the song of a daughter who lost her mother, because the mom went grocery shopping and someone cut her head off and ripped her heart, and now the daughter is very sad and she's imagining her mom is with her and singing together"
I was keeping a very straight face and just complimenting her story telling and song, but oh wow on the inside I was screaming dhjskska
WHAT THE HELL GIRL!! 🤣
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micamicster · 10 months
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Our patient is on hospice being discharged today and all she wants is a chocolate ice cream cone (if she gets one she will aspirate and die) and we keep being like look. You said you wanted to die at home. Can you please wait to eat your chocolate ice cream cone until after you get home. So you can aspirate and die in the comfort of your own kitchen please
And she’s like I’m a dying old lady and I want an ice cream cone NOW 😡
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win-writes · 1 year
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Comfort character fr
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OOH U KNOW WHAT SORT OF STORY I WOULD LOVE TO SEE???
ok so hua cheng is feeling cheeky and naughty!! 'heehee hoohoo,' he thinks, 'i shall convince gege to let me send a lil butterfly to spy on his dumb friends!! their sexually charged antics will get us ~in the mood~ for fun!!! huehuehue >:D'
he goes to xie lian: 'gege!! let's look in on ur old pals, idiot 1 and idiot 2! it'll be fun :D'
xie lian: 'ohhhh idk san lang, that's violating their privacy, we probably shouldn't...... 👀👀👀' and 'it would be SO HARD to convince me to go along with it....... 👀👀👀' but actually he is. SUPER CURIOUS about how things are going for fengqing, ever since they got together. OFC HE WANTS TO SEE DAMMIT!!!!
so hua cheng sends the lil butterfly!! he and xie lian snuggle up to SPY on poor fengqing!!! (obvs they'll stop if it's VERY BAD and apologise later!! it's just!!! they're just CHECKING on them ok!!! IT'S NOT WEIRD!!! (it's very weird. they are very weird. (affectionate)))
LO AND BEHOLD. feng xin and mu qing are TOGETHER!!!! in a BEDROOM!!!!!!!! IN THEIR.........NIGHT CLOTHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
....................................................but they're just having a cuddle and being the sappiest, gentlest, most adorable couple of ALL TIME and it's AWFUL ;A; it's nothing spicy at all!! THEY'RE JUST MAKING SILLY FACES AND SMILING AND LAUGHING AND USING GROSS PET NAMES!!!!! EW!!!
CURSES!!! hua cheng's plans have been FOILED!!! lol the end 🤣
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trans-lycion · 2 years
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Emetophobia warning
Ever since i experienced paxil withdrawals and was throwing up like 5 times a week for a month and then weekly for a month after that, ive gotten really chill with it and i can kind of tell far in advanced if its happening. In these cases i'll treat it like a spa day lol not like this is fun for me but i can set up all my amenities; damp washcloth, water bottle, put my hair up in clips and a scrunchie, maybe something to sit on, something to read on my phone. Makes the process much less horrifying and prevents the anxiety that comes from rushing or franticness
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plutotheforgotten · 2 years
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I would like to go get breakfast but I can hear my step dad yelling in the kitchen and intermittently I can hear things falling to the floor very loudly
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I feel very unreal
Ive also been having very distorted thoughts
I should tell my therapist about this
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skelebab · 6 months
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I forget sometimes that having extremely violent trains of thought isn't a thing that normal people do
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Like it's not normal to imagine disemboweling yourself with your bare hands or pressing blunt objects through people's skulls like those presses people put snow globes n stuff in?? I think stuff like this and go "yup, that's normal" but once I described a slightly gorey scene when dming and seriously grossed out my players
So that's why when I recognize something as violent I put excessive amounts of warnings, I really have no frame on what is "just a little violent" and what's "extremely violent"
I need someone to hook up to my brain and explain things to me :')
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despite-everything · 10 months
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i wish you could reply to people's letterboxd reviews
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d3f3n3str4t10n · 10 months
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Towelket
Recently a friend introduced me to this wackass RPGMaker series called Towelket and my worldview as expanded. I'm a changed man. This is my rebirth.
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