#mental radio

[johannadc]

Today’s mental radio - only I heard it for real this morning. It’s from the Girls Just Want to Have Fun movie soundtrack, but now I hear “Orbital Be-Bop” in Aziraphale’s voice.

#mental radio #girls just want to have fun #orbital bebop

[randomhuman45]

You ever watching a show or movie and a song you haven't heard in year plays and you just have to sit there like "Shit, that's gonna be playing on loop in my head for the next 3-5 weeks."

#movie #movies #tv show #tv shows #music #background music #music in tv shows #music in movies #music on loop #mental radio #but you cant change the station #like a virgin by madonna #its a good song #i like the song #but fuck its been days now and it wont stop playing

[person4924]

there are no happy people.

One of the main themes of Alice’s books is that there are no happy people. In Solitaire, Tori says it and thinks it throughout the book, and Alice continues with that theme throughout all of their books. In solitaire, there are no happy people. Micheal isn’t happy, Charlie isn’t happy, Lucas isn’t happy, Becky isn’t happy, Tori isn’t happy. There are no happy people. Radio silence, there are no happy people. Aled isn't happy, Frances isn't happy, Dan isn't happy, Carys isn't happy. There are no happy people. Loveless, there are no happy people. Pip isn't happy, Rooney isn't happy, Sunil isn't happy, Jason isn’t happy, Georgia isn’t happy. There are no happy people. In I was born for this, there are no happy people. Rowan isn't happy, Juliet isn't happy, Angel isn't happy, Lister isn't happy, Jimmy isn't happy. There are no happy people. Heartstopper, there are no happy people. Nick isn't happy, Tao isn't happy, Elle isn't happy, Tara isn't happy, Darcy isn't happy, Charlie isn’t happy. There are no happy people. In every one of Alice’s novels, she starts with a character who isn't happy and knows it, who isn't happy and doesn’t know what to do about it or how to help it. And then throughout the novels, the character learns more about the people around them and realizes that, there are no happy people. Everyone they thought was happy and had perfect lives, doesn’t. And then towards the end of the novel, the character feels less alone in their sadness because they realize they are not the only one. There are no happy people, and that’s what can make the not-happy people happy again.

#im obsessed and cant sleep and on the verge of a mental breakdown #what do you expect #i also wrote this with grammarly so its grammatically correct #an ode to alice oseman #i love you so much #alice oseman #osemanverse #radio silence #i was born for this #loveless #heartstopper #solitaire

[prince-liest]

Vox's priorities are SO intact.

#personal #my writing #writing snippets #hazbin hotel #radiostatic #static radio #me: I'M HOME!!! TIME TO REST!!!! #also me: [sat here and forgot to eat for an hour while I turned all my mental radiostatic fic notes from my drive into words]

[rhys-writes-some-shit]

A Long-Awaited Conversation

Alastor x Reader (QP)

A/N: This was initially a very different fic, but I'm not upset with how it turned out. A little bit of angst to make the day better, right?

It was a slow day. Neither you nor Alastor had much to do, so the two of you were sitting in your room, just enjoying each other’s presence. Jazz was playing quietly from an old radio by Alastor, who was doing some paperwork. You were typing away on your laptop, much to Alastor’s dismay. At least it wasn’t VoxTek, he had to give you that. 

“Do tell me, my dear: when is a door not a door?” Alastor asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence. 

“Oh dear,” you sighed, knowing exactly what was coming. 

“Oh deer is right!” Alastor replied brightly. “Now then, when is a door not a door?”

Playfully rolling your eyes, you humored him. “I don’t know, Al. Do tell.”

“When it’s a jar!” 

You couldn’t deny the snort that the corny joke elicited. Alastor knew you enjoyed his jokes, but it had been a while since he’d gone out of his way to tell you any. 

“Well, maybe you know why the cemetery was so popular.” Alastor’s grin was bright and genuine. Setting your laptop aside, you focused on him, smiling fondly. 

“I’m afraid I don’t.”

“What a surprise! Didn’t you know people were just dying to get in?” Alastor proceeded to laugh at his own joke. 

“I missed this,” you said after a moment. “You were gone for seven years. I really missed this.”

The lighthearted mood turned serious. Alastor’s smile lost some of its light. “My sabbatical was… necessary, dearest. I do regret that you were unable to accompany me.” 

You noticed how the music was turned up a bit, masking the sound of your conversation. While it was doubtful anyone was listening in, you knew that Alastor wanted to cover his bases. 

“You didn’t even tell me you were leaving.” There was a clear edge in your voice. “I had no idea where you were or how long you’d be gone…” The anger, frustration, and sadness started bubbling in your chest, ready to overflow, out of control. “Seven years, Alastor! Seven fucking years, I didn’t know where you were! I thought you’d left me, Al! Or worse, you died!”

“Dearest,” Alastor tried, but you cut him off. 

“No, you don’t get to ‘dearest’ me,” you snapped. “I was alone for seven years. We’re partners, Al. We’re supposed to communicate with each other. I don’t even care what you were doing, I just wanted to know you were alright.” You paused. “Did it have to do with your deal?”

Alastor’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know about that?”

You matched his gaze. “Husk told me. He used to check on me weekly, you know. Thought I deserved to know. Which I did.”

“You don’t get to decide what I should and shouldn’t tell you,” Alastor said sharply. 

“No, but you should tell me when you’re going to abandon me!” You were shouting now, standing and staring him down. “You have no idea how much I struggled while you were gone, how much I suffered! You are everything to me, Al! You are my fucking world, and what the hell was I supposed to do when my world up and vanishes?!”

The sound of static filled the room, Alastor gripping the armrests of his chair, leaving deep claw marks. 

“I was a fucking mess! All your souls, all your territory, went to me! I’m not an Overlord, Al! I don’t want to be one! Having all that power scared the shit out of me! I was forced to do your job for you, a job I didn’t want to do!” Tears pricked at your eyes as the memories came back in full force. “And then you return suddenly, take up an impossible project, and just expect me to be okay with it? Well, I’m not okay with it! You haven’t been the same since you returned and you won’t fucking talk to me!”

You were gasping for breath when the tears started to fall. You messily wiped them away, still fuming with anger that had built up over the seven years you’d been alone. 

“Are you quite finished?” Alastor asked, his smile forced. Standing, his papers vanished, and tucked his arms behind his back. “Clean yourself up. I refuse to talk while you’re being hysterical.”

“Hysterical?! Hysterical?! What the fuck, Al?!” You yelled. “You are such a selfish, pretentious piece of shit!”

With a hum, Alastor disappeared into the shadows, causing you to scream in frustration. 

The jazz music had stopped. You were standing, alone, in your room, gasping for air as you stifled sobs. 

The day had been going so well. You had to go and fuck it up. 

Ten minutes later, you wandered to the lobby, still pissed off, but feeling a little better after crying the most you had in years. Silently, you took a seat at the bar. Husk was there, like always, and immediately started to make you your favorite drink

“Finally give him a piece of your mind?” Husk asked.

“That obvious?” Your voice was hoarse from the shouting.

“I could hear the screaming.” Husk gestured up. “Also, you look like shit, and the last time I saw you like this, it was also about him.”

The drink was placed in front of you, but you just massaged your temples. “I don’t know why I put up with him.”

Husk grabbed a bottle and drank it straight, whatever it was. “Love fucking sucks.”

You sighed, “Husk, we’ve been over this, I don’t love people like that.”

“Sure, maybe not romantically. But you still love him. And it still fucking sucks.”

“That's something, coming from you.” You took a drink, reveling in how the alcohol warmed your body. “Don't think I don't see how you look at Angel.” 

Husk glared deeply at you, not denying it. You smirked, taking another drink.��

“How do I get him to understand?” You asked quietly, half to yourself. “He’s so fucking narcissistic, I bet he didn’t even think twice about leaving me behind.”

“I couldn’t tell ya’.” Husk shrugged. “I will say, though, that you’re the only person who can actually get through to him. You have that power over him.”

You scoffed. “Like Hell I do.”

“If anyone else speaks to him like you do, they’re dead before they get a chance to think.” Shelving his drink, Husk began to busy himself behind the counter, cleaning some glasses. “Last I checked, you were still kicking.”

Silent, you contemplated Husk’s words. He had a point. If Alastor cared about anyone, it was you. Finishing your drink with another sigh, you stood. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You had to finish this. 

“Stick to your guns, kid,” Husk assured. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you’re probably older than him. 

“Thanks, Husk. See you soon.” 

You remained quiet as you walked up to Alastor’s radio booth. Out of respect for his boundaries, you hardly ever went up there, but this was important. Radio static filled the air the closer you got, confirming that he was indeed in his booth, but the lack of his voice told you he wasn’t recording. 

Before you even got the chance to knock, Alastor’s shadow opened the door for you. 

“You can come in.”

Alastor was hunched over his desk, writing notes on what was likely a script for an upcoming radio show. His recording booth was a mess, with papers scattered all over the place and claw marks littering every piece of furniture that wasn’t nailed down. The feeling of Alastor’s radio static was heavy, but barely audible as Alastor wrote.

“I would apologize for shouting, but I don’t really feel sorry,” you opened with, arms crossed. 

“As you shouldn’t,” Alastor agreed, not even turning towards you. “I will say, I’m surprised you stopped when you did. I’d expected you to go on for much longer.”

You couldn’t help but snort at that remark. “Oh, trust me, there were many versions of that conversation where I went on for about half an hour.” You left out saying that you had seven years to formulate them, thinking that would only make the situation worse.

“I don’t doubt you.” After a moment, Alastor sighed, setting down his pen and sitting back in his chair. You can see the reflection of his face in the glass. His smile is still there, but barely, and his eyes seem tired. Husk was right, you did make an impression.

Alastor turned towards you, leaning his head into one hand while he tapped his fingers along his microphone staff. He still never met your eyes. “You… are correct.”

Silent, you waited for Alastor to continue, watching him closely. 

“I should not have left you without saying anything. I regret not speaking with you before I left.” You could tell he was struggling to get his words out. Emotions were hard for him, be it by nature or by choice, so you remained patient. “I left… to keep you safe.”

Hoping your surprise wasn’t evident on your face, you found a chair and pulled it up in front of him. The tension in your shoulders lessened when Alastor took your hand, holding it gently. 

“Had I not taken my absence, you would’ve been in danger. Danger I’d be unable to protect you from. I could not take that chance.” Alastor finally looked up at you. He was still guarded, still holding himself back, but there was something warm in the way he looked at you. A soft side, that only you had the privilege to see. “If something happened to you, I would be unable to live with myself. So I left, because it was the only way to ensure you would remain safe.”

A hand reached up and grazed your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadn’t even realized was on your face. 

“It was the only way, my darling. I wish it hadn’t come to that. And I am ashamed that I hurt you so much in my absence.”

You were at a loss for words. Alastor had never, never, opened himself up like that. It was a little scary. Part of you wished he’d just brushed off the argument and pretended it had never happened. At least that would’ve matched what you’d expected. This… this was not at all what you’d expected. 

Blinking, your heart rate picked up against your will. “Al, I… Th-thank you for the apology, I… This… is scaring me, Al. You’re scaring me. Are you okay? This isn’t like you.”

Alastor’s hand left your face. “You are correct in saying that I am not the same man I once was. I continue to hope I will revert back to who I was, but I can see now that that’s impossible. You, dearest, are the only thing making that revelation bearable.” 

As your heart beat against your chest, you struggled to evaluate your next move. You wanted to scramble away, to beg for the old Alastor back, but you knew that wasn’t the right move. You knew this was the actual, real Alastor in front of you and not some sort of imposter. The idea that the old Alastor had vanished the day you were left on your own did not sit well with you. Frankly, it made you sick. 

But now was not the time. Right now, Alastor needed you, as fucked up as it seemed. 

Exhaling forcefully, you took hold of Alastor’s hands this time. “Thank you for coming back. Whatever it is that’s going on, we’ll deal with it together. Like always. I’m your partner, Al, and I’m not leaving anytime soon, got it?”

Alastor nodded, closing his eyes for a second. When he opened them again, his spark had returned. His smile grew once more and he stood, pulling you to his chest. 

“Well! Now that that’s settled, how about a dance, my dear? It has been quite a while since we’ve had the chance to cut a rug together.”

With the snap of Alastor’s fingers, some jazz filled the room and the disheveled furniture was shoved against the ways to make room. Mustering your own smile, you placed your hand in his and allowed him to lead you around the room in time with the music.

It was nice to dance, you had to admit, but the abrupt change left a bad feeling in your stomach. Something was not right. In fact, something felt wrong. But now was not the time for that. Hiding behind your smile as skillfully as Alastor himself, you went along with his antics. 

But the sinking feeling of dread remained.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #rhys-writes #alastor x reader queerplatonic #hazbin hotel alastor #2k words what am I on? #wrote instead of doing my hw again oops #alastor has a mental breakdown off screen #queerplatonic #queerplatonic x reader

[satorusluver]

Watching Hazbin Hotel hurts me because, on the one hand, I'm glad aroace people have representation. But on the other? Elegant monster is the most fuckable type of monster. Charming yet unsettling. Well-mannered yet murderous. Calm yet completely unhinged. Dressed to the nines with everything about his appearance being neat and tidy save for the blood splattered across his face that he doesn't blink an eye at. I am clawing at the walls of my cage.

#i am mentally unwell #hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #radio demon #alastor #helluva boss

[ghouljams]

Could we see Konig being real stalker- cough cough I mean devoted?

This is not good, the ideas I'm cooking up... At least Ghost gets to see Goose every day, lets keep that in mind. Also let's keep in mind that the nasty boy was retired for being too good at his job...

You tug your front door open because you're half sure you heard a knock. It was hesitant, and soft enough you could ignore it --something you're tempted to do given the sun is barely up-- but it doesn't hurt to check.

"Oh! König," You smile up at him, doing your best to look more awake than you feel. Still, you can't help rubbing some of the sleep out of your eyes. You note he's wearing his bandana again.

"Good morning Schatz, did I wake you?" His eyes dart over you with concern. You cross your arms tugging your flannel a little tighter over your slip, giving yourself some added protection from the morning bugs. You shake your head, like a liar.

"Nope, all good. What can I do for ya'?"

"My-" He drags the word out, looking over your head and into your house, "-coffee maker is broken," He nods a little, you stifle a yawn, "und I was wondering if you had any to spare?"

You nod and wave him into your home, hearing him shut the door nicely behind him and then silence. You glance over your shoulder to tell him to follow you, but he is. He's just... silent. You didn't know guys that big could sound like anything but giants, you sort your focus back to your coffee maker in the kitchen.

"Might take a few minutes, I was gonna make breakfast. You want anything?" You pop open the top of your coffee maker to dump grounds in, trying to think through what you've got in the fridge. Do you even have enough to feed this guy?

"That's very kind, thank you," König hums glancing around your kitchen, "Is there anything I can do to help? I'm not very handy in the kitchen, but maybe..."

You hum, watching the water fill your coffee pot before shutting the sink off. Actually you could use his height on a few things. "I've got a light out in the living room, if you'd wanna replace that? Save me getting the step stool."

You are so sweet, so soft, so trusting, made for all the things König wishes he was made for. You were so cute standing in your doorway, tired eyed, hair still messy from sleep, just a slip and an oversized shirt between you and him. That should be his shirt you're wearing. He'll find a way to get you one.

He flips a switch on the box on his kitchen table, and hears static crackle before the air waves pop into the right channel. This is just precautionary, he tells himself, just because you're a woman alone in the middle of nowhere. It's really for your safety, and he won't ever turn it on after this.

Your voice filters through the receiver's speakers singing along to some song he doesn't know. He settles heavy on his kitchen chair, folding his arms on the table to rest his head on them. You sound so pretty, like you're singing just for him. What's one bug? One bug is nothing, he thinks watching the blinking light on the receiver, you probably wouldn't even mind if you knew.

#I really wanted the coboys to be mostly sweet fluff but honestly the 141 has that covered #let the nasty boy be nasty he loves it #He does have to turn the radio off when his darling starts loudly swearing because he can't stop laughing #he's cute and i am mentally unwell but so are u for asking this #cowboy!König #könig x you #könig modern warfare #könig call of duty #konig x reader #konig x you #tw stalking #he's not gonna be dangerous about it tho #cute stalking

[petit-papillion]

these comments saying he doesn't have mental resilience or can easily be broken mentally...

these piss me off so much , because is just things people keep repeating like parrots without ever questioning why

seriously what exactly is he doing that people assume he has a poor mental resilience

I bet this is all still because of France. People got stuck on that and will never let it go.

Him getting a dns in Brazil in the formation lap and still coming super strong in vegas and Abu Dhabi is a sign of his mental resilience, but people ignore everything that isn't France to keep an agenda

Right??! I think they are calling it "cracking under pressure" when it's really "pushing to the ultimate limit".

You want mental resilience? I'll give you mental resilience. How about

Racing and winning in F2 in Baku days after his father passed away?

Racing and winning in Spa the day after his friend died on the same track?

Continuing to put in solid performances after his team screwed him over so many times in 2022 (Monaco or Silverstone alone would've been enough to make me quit).

And even as recently as Bahrain: driving an entire race with messed up brake balance and still finishing P4?

There are endless memes about Charles suffering at Ferrari, with loads of comments of why doesn't he leave, his therapist is happy, Max would never put up with this, etc. Yet no one stops to think what mental fortitude is needed to keep putting your non-championship car on pole, to keep picking yourself up after another disappointing race, to not rage-quit after your team screws up your pit stop or strategy or doesn't listen to what you asked or gives you the wrong tyres or gives you team orders to not pass your slower team mate...

#if charles's radio had not been broadcast #i think people would not be as obsessed with france 22 #yes he messed up #but so have many other great drivers #yet their mental resilience is not being called into question #charles leclerc #anon ask

[purpletrashcans]

something something i'm still waiting for a radio silence movie

#please god or netflix or whoever bless us with a radio silence movie please i neeeeeeeed it to stay alive #it would cure my mental illness #dont you want to cure my mental illness #i'm just gonna gaslight gatekeep girlboss my way to this movie #aled last #frances janvier #daniel jun #raine sengupta #carys last #radio silence #universe city #alice oseman #osemanverse #stuck in universe city

[chronically-cal]

you know someone is either mentally ill and or queer if they love alice oseman's books . if they're neither , they are a very very rare breed .

#alice oseman #solitaire alice oseman #iwbft #i was born for this #radio silence #loveless alice oseman #nick and charlie #this winter #heartstopper #we're fucking gay #and mentally ill #no questions asked

[johannadc]

Today’s mental radio. Awfully fun to sing along with, this is. Y’all know “A Little Respect” by Erasure? 

#mental radio #erasure #a little respect

[lethargicthylacine]

#I don't know if I have the mental fortitude to make him sing the whole thing #wayneradiotv #half life alyx gnome edition #hlage #gnome chompsky #half life alyx but the gnome is too aware #radio tv solutions

[nerdypuddincup]

After his incredible part in the Finale song, Alastor is just BEGGNG to have a full on villain song.

#alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel ep 8 #hazbin hotel finale #spoilers #vivziepop #vivzieverse #hellaverse #villain song #mental breakdown #alastor altruist

[royboyfanpage]

Kory 20 and Lian 5?

Thanks for the ask!!

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter.

Donna!! Their dynamic means so much to me. She was the first person Kory ever told her name to (iirc)-

-and Kory's protectiveness and love of her means so much to me.

They're besties your honour.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

I don't really have any song associations with her, but the song that first comes to mind is 'My Girl' because in my head that's the song Roy sings to her :)

#i have this vivid mental image of like #roy holding baby Lian in the kitchen #and doing a little dance with her while he sings along to My Girl on the radio #Thank you for the ask!! #koriand'r #starfire #lian harper

[pansexual-italian]

When I see an amazing art style but it’s tagged with a Alastor ship so I can’t like it:

#queer #lgbtq #hazbin hotel #lgbtq+ #hazbin hotel season 1 #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel art #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor art #alastor altruist #alastor radio demon #alastor #meme #actually mentally ill #memes #asexual alastor #hazbin memes

[stuffforme2]

Sometimes I believe Michael has passive suicidal thoughts for no reason aside from he wants to die but will not take action in doing it. He will be in the car with one of his parents and imagine another car coming and crashing straight into him, killing him. He'll be sitting in class and all of a sudden he's imagining the ceiling fans falling onto him and killing him. He's ice skating and imagining the ice beneath him breaking into water and him drowning. He doesn't do anything to stop himself from dying in these thoughts he just allows them to happen because it's the closest thing he'll get to death.

He hasn't told anyone not even Tori because he fears that ine day his imagination won't make it another object killing him but himself.

#alice oseman #heartstopper #solitaire alice oseman #hstv #hstv s2 #school suuuucks #michael holden #micheal holden #tori spring #victoria spring #victoria #solitaire #oseman tag #osemanverse #radio silence #heart stopper #heartstopper netflix #mental health