#on the other i think trying to diagnose Warriors is missing the point of his character entirely

[wutheringmights]

what is wars diagnosed with. I know he has them I just don't know which ones.

I would prefer if we didn't pathologize Warriors

#I neither have the knowledge to diagnose him nor care to do so #on one hand i think people that try to diagnose characters are often applying harmful stereotypes to people with real disorders #on the other i think trying to diagnose Warriors is missing the point of his character entirely #I don't want anyone deciding that he's like this because he has X because then it's too easy to decide that you're nothing like him because #you too don't have X. like that's missing the whole point of feeling sympathy or anger towards a bastard of a character #and like listen anon. you didn't ask for this lecture (one I should definitely be putting in the actual message and not leave in the tags) #and in theory anon you can do what you want and i can't stop you. death of the author and all that #but while i'm here I'll also say this: none of you better be out here diagnosing wars with low empathy because I write him like he #is empathetic. if i was writing a character with low to no empathy you will know. why? because your author (me) has low empathy #I'll spare you my rant about that but i keep putting off a character moment where i was going to establish that a character we know is a #good person discusses how they have low empathy because it's really important to me that people understand that your ability to be #empathetic doesn't make you a good or bad person. you just have trouble identifying when you need to show sympathy. that's it. #anyway sorry to make an example of you anon. i'm sure you were trying to make a joke but you accidentally hit a button that reminded me of #my real sensitive button gosh #me rambling #lu ctb #ask #anonymous #anyway add 'Frankie has low empathy' to your trivia about me

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Yes hi, I'd love to know more about your tourettes sokka hc if you're up for it 👀 I'm starving for tourettes hcs so 👀

Oh boy oh boy oh boy!! I can talk about this SO MUCH (I will warn now, there will be some Zukka in this) okay so I guess I’ll start at the beginning...

Sokka was six when he started showing symptoms

It started with just some motor tics but everyone kind of just attributed it to this kid has a lot of energy ahhh

It became more noticeable when he kept almost killing himself with weapons because of his tics and slight carelessness

That’s one reason why he loves boomerang so much, none of the other weapons felt right to him and they would always get in the way of his tics, but he could throw boomerang and it would come back to him so he could keep throwing it and it made him feel calm

Then, Sokka started saying stuff that he didn’t mean to say, but again, everyone was just like hyper kid because it’s not like he was doing anything wrong

But they realized something was up when Sokka started yelling “FIRE NATION” without intending to and sending the whole tribe in a panic

So, Hakoda took Sokka to a nearby trustworthy Earth Kingdom village and that’s where Sokka got diagnosed with Tourette’s (and ADHD)

One of the things with Sokka is touch, like, he feels like touch is constricting and restraining sometimes. The problem is, he LOVES touch, he is a touchy person, but when someone touches him without telling him first or asking him, he doesn’t like it.

Sometimes he mentally shuts down when it happens, sometimes he tics more, the reaction depends on his anxiety levels and who touched him and when and where

The only people he gave a pass to was Kya and Katara. He didn’t even like it when Hakoda put a hand on his shoulder.

It was weird, he could feel the difference when Katara and Kya touched him compared to anyone else and he felt bad because he wanted his dad to hug him, but it felt so wrong

So, Sokka loves touch, but he likes to initiate it

So, moving forward, Sokka and Katara meet Aang, he’s the Avatar, they join and you know, there’s Aang the Avatar, Katara the Waterbender, and Sokka the guy with Tourette’s on the team

At least, that’s how they are known amongst the Fire Nation

Going undercover is so fun for Sokka, but he also has to be really conscious of what he’s doing and what he says and trying to suppress

It takes a lot out of him, but he knows he literally has to do it or he could get caught or expose them and Aang or Katara could get caught

On occasion, he has tic attacks (and for those who don’t know, they’re essentially a really bad TS day or moment where your tics are more consistent and seem to hurt more or you just have like an unending moment of tics where you just can’t stop for a little while. They are usually caused by anxiety or overstimulation or something like that, but they differ for everyone with TS)

The first time it happened in front of Aang, the sweet child panicked because he didn’t really understand what was happening and why Sokka was doing that and really what TS was

Katara is an angel, seriously. She is so sweet to Sokka when this happens and she knows exactly how to ground him and help him get through it

(Seriously, Sokka appreciates her so much. She is genuinely the one exception and anytime she wants a hug or any kind of touch she is allowed to do it)

the first time it happens in front of Toph when she joins is in Bitter Work when Sokka was in the hole

Just looking at Sokka in the whole sends my anxiety up because he literally can’t move! So like, imagine being in a hole for like five hours+ and needing to move like physically and you can feel the sensation in your body and it hurts and burns and tingles but you can’t. Sokka is not having a good time

So, Toph drags him out of the hole and is freaked out because she can’t see what’s happening and it’s scary because Sokka is making noises and hyperventilating and his heart rate is through the roof and Aang ran to get Katara and she can’t touch him because when she pulled him out of the hole he shrieked

She’s cool with it after that, she doesn’t think of him any less or anything, but it terrified her the first time because no one told her he had TS because they forgot to mention it and she couldn’t see what was happening

We all know that Sokka loves Suki and the Kyoshi Warriors with his whole entire heart and once they kicked his butt and helped him learn that sexism is bad, they were so fun to work with?? They taught him their style, obviously, but they also helped him incorporate his TS into it and how to use it to his advantage, something he had been struggling with his whole life

One of the things Sokka loved most about Yue is that she never even mentioned his sounds or movements she just let him do it without questioning him and that doesn’t happen a lot

I feel like Sokka having TS would make his time with Piandao even kore meaningful because he really struggles to keep his hands still so sword fighting does not come naturally to him

Piandao loves it though because it just makes Sokka even more clever and resourceful and he takes his time with Sokka, helping him as much as he can and never getting angry or anything when he can’t stand still

He also added more to what Sokka learned from the Kyoshi Warriors about incorporating his TS into his fighting and using it to his advantage

Not only was his sword an extension of his arm, but his TS was an extension as well

Did Toph and Aang help Sokka incorporate his tics into their scams? Yes, yes they did

Zuko joining the team was weird for Sokka because they kind of just clicked and he realized that they both have a weird thing with touch

On the balloon to Boiling Rock, Sokka is just comfortable around Zuko and his tics are like “cool yeah, have a break” and so he doesn’t tic and Zuko just “why aren’t you ticcing?”

and Sokka is ??? “Huh?”

and Zuko “You usually tic but you aren’t now. Why?”

and Sokka essentially explains that TS is weird and random and sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn’t, but he’s really comfortable and calm so his body is like “ye, let’s chill for now”

and Zuko is like “oh. that’s good. I kinda miss it though”

and Sokka d i e s because what?? Someone likes his tics enough to miss them? Like, they don’t annoy Zuko and he doesn’t tune them out?

and the bender goes on to explain that he likes the noises, they remind him that he is doing the right thing and that he’s here and he didn’t hurt team Avatar and they’re just comfortable / pleasing to the ear

and Sokka DIES

but then Zuko is like mmm maybe you should stay in the balloon and I’ll go to Boiling Rock and Sokka got pissed because he thinks Zuko said it because he’s a nonbender and he starts panicking and ticcing and Zuko panics and kind of just grabs his hand and Sokka... Sokka doesn’t hate it? Like, it feels nice and doesn’t agitate him?

but Zuko was like no I mean because everyone in the Fire Nation guard knows about the guy on team Avatar with TS and I don’t want you to get hurt

At one point in the prison courtyard, Sokka verbally tics really loudly about the moon and some guards hear and head to where they are so Zuko covers for him by screaming about how much he loves the moon

One of the worst moments in Sokka’s life was when Toph was falling and he grabbed her, but he wanted to tic and he knew that if he did, Toph would fall and die and he couldn’t do that, he couldn’t

(he still has nightmares about it happening)

when Sokka becomes an ambassador, some people are pissed because well 1) Watertribe 2) he’s a child 3) they suck 4) they think he’s distracting with his tics and Zuko is not here for it so he will destroy them

Like one time (after they started dating) Zuko overheard some councilors mocking Sokka’s tics and he got PISSED like so pissed and he went off and the found Sokka and hugged him because he is allowed to

oh! Sokka and Zuko’s thing is like hand-holding okay? They both kind of hate it because weird touch stuff, but it’s okay when they do it to each other?? Like, it feels right and like they’re completed and whole and it’s nice

before they start dating, they kind of do it a lot. Like, night before Zuko’s coronation, Sokka finds Zuko and he’s freaking out because what if he ends up like his dad and Sokka kind of just... grabs his hand and they sit there

Sokka is panicking because chronic pain and the cold of home makes it worse and Zuko finds him crying in the library and just... holds his hand

Zuko keeps little things on him all the time like paperclips and paper and writing utensils and things that click and buttons and stuff so if Sokka looks stressed during a meeting he can slip something under the table to him so he can play with it

Sokka also draws a lot during meetings, like, he doesn’t look at anyone throughout the whole meeting, even when he talks. He is able to focus more and pay more attention when he is doing something with his hands so he draws and doodles and sometimes takes notes

Sometimes he just writes the same word or sentence over and over again throughout the whole meeting

Sokka has sensory issues and a lot of noise stresses him out

It’s kind of the opposite of Zuko’s sensory issues? Like, Zuko doesn’t like loud noises and Sokka doesn’t like kind of static-y noises, like... when things sound muffled or muted or people are talking kind of quietly over each other

(Zuko definitely gives Sokka massages when his tics hurt a lot)

Random, but after awhile “yip yip” became a verbal tic of Sokka’s. Sometimes, he would say “you need to yip yip” and then he’d apologize to Appa and tell him that he’s yipping just fine

Toph is kind of like Zuko in how she likes Sokka’s verbal tics

She can’t see-see, but hearing his tics is nice sometimes, especially when she worries

She likes falling asleep to some of his tics

Even though Katara and Zuko are allowed to touch him whenever they want, more often than not they ask first because friendship is magic

Suki is lovely, okay? Like, just her presence is enough to make him feel better and she approaches helping him in a different way, she just talks to him and asks him questions to help him take his mind off of it

Sokka really doesn’t hate his TS, like, yeah, sometimes it pisses him off more than he can even explain, but it’s a part of him and as much as he cherishes when he can sit still, it’s wrong, it’s not him? He sits weirdly in chairs and changes his position every two minutes, he rocks his legs in his sleep, he sometimes even finds his own tics grounding...

Over time and with help from his friends, he learned to not be ashamed and that having TS didn’t make him ant less of a warrior

also, he, Toph, and Zuko are the disabled club✌🏻(and it makes them feel better sometimes in their own little way)

I have a lot more I could say but this is already pretty long, so I’ll end this sweet with Katara is amazing and Sokka’s relationship with her is wonderful and she knows how to help him with his tics in the way that Zuko does and can help center him like no one else and Sokka just loves her so much

Okay! Ah! That was kind of a lot but I hope you like them! Anyone can feel free to add more to this or lemme know if you have any ideas!

Thank you for the ask! I enjoyed writing these:)

#avatar the last airbender #Sokka #sokka avatar #zukka #Zuko #Katara #zukka but tourettes and a healthy dose of angst #but what if... sokka has tourettes #Tourette’s syndrome #Sokka with Tourette’s #self projection? who is she🤭 #atla headcanons #atla #atla sokka #corey rambles:) #corey tics:)

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On the dishonest use of “but my interpretation” as a get out of jail free card and the normalization of outlandish shipper behavior...

Jensen has said "No" straight up to a “”””bi interpretation”””” multiple times, so don’t use that deflection bullshit with me. He has crossed out a fan’s “Dean winchester is bi” essay that she coerced him to sign, and told a fan to stop when she tried to force him to answer a question with the framing that Dean was already bi. He has said point blank that d*stiel is not real several times. Shut the fuck up, all of you, shippers or not and take your lumps like everyone else. 

You're clearly working on some homophobic, misandrist stereotypes to "read this into" a man that has ALWAYS been played AND written as straight. If you see “the q*eer struggle” in Dean’s character arc it’s because you don’t understand what the gay struggle is, or are so hopelessly delusional that you can’t help your constant projection and need to stop trying to turn your mental health issues into meta to force on others. People are people, they have the power to define themselves. And fictional people are CRAFTED. Deliberately, by people, to represent specific things. If you read either of them wrong it’s because you’re WRONG. ACCEPT IT. You can’t reinterpret the sky as fucking turquoise because it’s “close enough” and you can’t reinterpret a deliberate creation as something else. It literally just does not matter what your justification is.

There are REAL lesbian or pan characters on this show that were thrown out like yesterday’s garbage, and TV shows with REAL LGBT characters and creators going for the last 15 years, even on the same network, but you just couldn’t make yourselves care about those. I wonder why?

I mean, we all know what original dipshit ship opened the door to making degeneracy acceptable in this fandom, established all the pedo dens and made this all possible, but might we wake up and meditate for a moment on how fucking insane the public, actor-facing behavior here is?

Like let me ask you pissants something: If I saw a gay man on TV and I tried to say “Oh I interpret him as bi” would that be okay? Like would you all pretend that just because I faux-softened it with the word “interpretation” it would be fine? All social justice and rep and blah blah blah aside-- would that be okay with you? If I spent my time scrutinizing every eye movement like some kind of freak so that I could come up with fake reasons his dalliances with men “don’t seem properly gay” and every slightest interaction with a woman looked totally super straighty to me, If I went to a bunch of normies that don’t watch his show and told them he was totes bi, and when that didn’t work I went to a charity where my contribution had to be accepted no matter what or disadvantaged people would miss out on help and told everyone he was totally bi, and I went up to the actor and said YOU’RE BI, and/or YOU’RE PLAYING A BI MAN WITHOUT KNOWING IT BUT I KNOW THE TRUTH, supposed he was cheating with women on the side, and when people yelled at me I said, “But there’s soooo much biphobia in the world you guys!!!” (which there is, which I would be trivializing) and spread rumors about this gay actor being a biphobe, would that be okay with you?

I mean, let’s break this down even further. Let’s say I was watching Better Call Saul. Say I spent all my fucking time saying, “You guys, Jimmy is SCHIZOPHRENIC! That’s why he can make up such crazy stories so easily, he hallucinates them!!! It’s even why he believes Chuck about his allergy! Bob Odenkirk gave me a really wishy washy answer that didn’t feel like a no to me about it when I met him because he was so confused why I would think this, so I can say it’s true as much as I want! MY interpretation is that Jimmy McGill is a schizophrenic ICON and I LOVE HIM.” 

Imagine that I raised such a stink and it got so big that Odenkirk was forced to say, in public, at a con, with cameras on him, “No, Jimmy is not Schizophrenic.” But then I decide his words don’t matter to me anymore even though I used him to justify myself for years. Then it reaches the show, where Jimmy is diagnosed as mentally healthy. And still I ignore it and plug my ears. And then I ran around throwing a fucking fit saying that I’m mentally ill too so you have to accept this bullshit because I need this for my health... And then when THAT didn’t work, I turned my back and told everyone that BETTER CALL SAUL IS ALBEIST, and I screamed it so loud and so long it hit the news media...

I would be the fucking laughing stock, piece of shit, most obnoxious cunt in the fandom. No one would entertain me for a second. It would be obvious to everyone that I think this because I'm an ableist that’s weirdly obsessed with Schizophrenia because I don’t understand it at all. And if people in the BCS fandom made jokes about Schizophrenia to each other, it would be my fault. 

But because you people either pretend to be social justice warriors to hide fetishism or are deeply delusional social justice warriors that prioritize selfcenteredness above all else, it’s seen as fine. The act of turning a sexual orientation into a bizarre laughingstock in the eyes of the entire rest of the website like we’ve seen in the past few months is just fine. It’s totally cool. As is the obscene levels of entitlement, the twisted scorn and thievery upon artists that your fandom wouldn’t even exist without, and everything else. Supernatural is a well-known cesspit because of YOU.

#anti destiel #destiew #spn wank

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Linneaus: Undertow Pt 1

Artwork by: @warrior-kitty

Special thanks to: @gemellath

This story is rated PG-13 for content. You have been warned.

It was a beautiful day for the citizens of Charluftton as the Wild Waves Festival was in full swing. The plaza was full of vendors selling t-shirts and frozen ice, the bar was full of all kinds of live music, including bands like Boil, The Lost Tapes and Art House, and even the beach was full of fun events such as volley ball, sailing, and even a beach 5k obstacle course. Boaters were out fishing and tubing and just all around having a good time. However, for the shapeshifting vixen, she was lying home in bed wearing her work cap, a buttoned jacket and khaki work pants. On her nametag was the name “Kit Rouge”. She was a shy fox who was diagnosed with a disorder that caused her to have trouble controlling her shapeshifting powers, and today, due to the events that occurred at work, was no exception.

“All I did was get grossed out…” she muttered. “Yet of course I turned into a fox bug like I always do when I’m disgusted. And of course, everyone thinks I’m too old for this to happen. I can’t control it…”

Kit had a busy day at work with lots of fishermen and families out buying things from pool toys to bait and couldn’t even stop the lines from the shoppers just itching to get their stuff and hit the water. She swore if she saw another sailor she would transform into her angry form and chuck them off their boat.

Her cellphone rang, and Kit answered.

“Hey Vixie!” Coin started, wearing sunglasses. “Work was rough today wasn’t it?!”

“Oh! Hello Coin! It was rough! Like the time that giraffe all jacked up on cocaine went up to you and-“

“Didn’t you remember our plans for today?!” he interrupted.

“What plans?” the khaki-clad kitsune asked.

“To go tubing with us!” Rio said.

“But I thought we were going to go to the beach!” Kit cried. “I want to lie down, get a sun tan and eat all the cannolis I can think off!”

“The beach is tomorrow and the next day!” Coin replied.

“Just get changed, pack some sandwiches and don’t forget the tube! See you in a half an hour.”

With that they hung up.

Kit thought about it for a second and decided to just go embark with her friends on the boat.

The young vixen put on a yellow one-piece swimsuit and covered it with a Zelda t-shirt and her khaki shorts from her work uniform. She then put on her special waterproof contacts, so she doesn’t turn her friends into her clones again. Finally, she made her friends sandwiches to eat on the boat while they hung out. Kit opened the garage to find Coin’s boat tube and sighed, knowing that none of their days out ever go well.

When she arrived, she saw her jackelope friend in his salmon trunks, purple t-shirt and sunglasses, with Rio harvest mouse perched on top of his antlers. She was in a little sailor’s outfit with a cap.

“First mate Rio! Ready to embark!” she said with glee.

“Hey Kitty!” Coin blurted. “Just put the tube in the back, were going to go fishing for a little while.”

“I thought you had a fear of fish.” Kit replied.

“My dad wants us to get fish for the Braun’s fish recipe!”

“You hate the taste of fish as well!”

“I’m getting paid if I do this.”

“Fair.”

And with that, they entered the boat.

Kit untied the ropes from the hooks, while Rio and Coin brought the buoys into the boat.

“Hey um Kit…” Rio said. “I think you might want to put your sunhat in the cabinet, so you don’t lose it.

“Oh, I’m fine.” Kit said without concern. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

As Coin and First Mate Rio pushed it to thirty miles an hour, Kit began to scream as her body grew more multicolored fur, whiskers grew, and her body became feline. The scared cat held onto her hat as hard as she could while the boat tore through the river.

“I retract my previous statement!” screamed Kit. “This is way too fast! My hat’s gonna fly away if you’re not careful!”

“Too fast?” replied Coin, seemingly unaffected by the rip-roaring speeds they were currently travelling at.

“No way! Calm down, will you? If you didn’t want your hat to get blown off, you should’ve at least stored it in the compartment.”

Begrudgingly, he and Rio slowed to boat down so that Kit could hand the hat over to Rio.

“Honestly,” she said, “We should’ve insisted on it in the first place.”

As they continued to sail, the trio began to develop an appreciation for the architecture of the waterside houses. Rio would wonder aloud who lives there, or there, or there? Enough time had passed for Kit to have calmed down; one tug of her tail later, and she was back in her fox form.

“Right then,” she said, retrieving her hat at last, “What are we up to first?”

“Sandbar, of course!” replied Rio as the boat sailed towards the spot where the ocean embraced the shore.

The little stretch of sand was surprisingly full of people sunbathing, dipping their toes in the water; anything to make the most of the fresh heat.

“Oh, nice! We can all have a game of keepie-uppie!”

Kit casted her line out towards the water and waited. Soon enough she had something on her line, reeling it in as hard as she could to discover she had caught a gar.

“Nice!” she said, pleased with herself.

“Hey, look guys I caught this cool long-billed thing!”

The crowd looked over, but only saw the fish worth jack squat and laughed.

Kit became slimier and turned grey, with white hair growing until she was now her sad form, the fox slug Granny.

“Dang nabbit!” she muttered to herself before casting the line once again…only to this time catch a sea bass…

“Did you bring the football?” Rio asked.

“Sure did!” Coin said, holding the old pigskin.

“I said the football!” Rio growled.

“This is a football!” Coin responded, perplexed.

Soon an argument erupted between the two of them, until they decided to just toss the ball around. The jackelope through a spiral throw towards Rio, who then responded by nailing her personal perch in the chest. Coin got up, picked the football off of the bar and tossed it again. After a while, he was getting nailed in the face, chest, and even in the groin by the sailor mouse’s throws. He called for a time out to see Granny still trying to catch fish.

“Hey bud.” She said. “Could you give my tail a pull?”

Coin turned her back into Kit.

“Thanks”

“So what’s going on here?” Coin asked.

“I”ve been catching nothing but sea bass and gar…”

Coin looked at her in disbelief.

“Kit there aren’t any sea bass in here…you mean sea trout.”

Kit blushed a little.

“It’s alright, you caught like five of them already!”

So, they waited and caught a decent amount of fish to put in the cooler.

After sunbathing for a bit, the Trio decided it was time to go tubing. They packed up their chairs, their belongings and the fish, which were placed in a water tank on the back of the boat.

“Alright guys!” Rio shouted with excitement. “Time for tubing!”

Coin took off his shirt and glasses, leaving him with only his trunks, while Kit dressed down to her swimsuit. Both of them then put on life jackets and hopped onto the tube.

“Um…” Kit said, somewhat nervous. “I’m not sure I want to do this…”

“Oh we’ll be fine. I’ve gone tubing dozens of times.”

“Get ready you guys!” First Mate Rio shouted as she pushed on the gas. She pulled it forward and the two cryptid creatures were yanked screaming. They narrowly missed other boats and shores, but soon the wild mouse got carried away. At a wedding reception between two mice on a dock, the two burst through and destroyed the dock the mice were on, leaving Coin with a face full of tiny wedding cake, and Kit with the groom in her mouth. Next, the two of them flew over another boat’s wake, which was sunk as soon as the tube landed on it. Finally, they neared an exclusive gated community residence, and ended up going through the yards of the tenants. Statues, trees, and rocks pelted them with pure bruises and scratches. At one point, they broke in through a beaver business man’s house and destroyed his kitchen, his teenage daughter’s bedroom, and his priceless wine cellar.

After breaking out of the last wall, a ramp was seen straight ahead for the duo, and with the ramp, Kit flew off of the tube and belly flopped into the water. Coin, luckily, stayed on, but ended up getting dragged through marsh grasses and oyster beds. He was all chopped up, so when Rio stopped, Coin fell into a million pieces. He healed himself, as always when he got this injured, and pulled into the boat.

“Hang on, where’s Kit?” the crazy driver asked.

From a groan they heard, the two saw her bobbing in the water. Coin spun it back around to collect Kit, who wasn’t very amused about the whole situation once she climbed back on board.

She was trying her best not to snap at Rio, as the jackelope got her a towel to wipe off the water.

Rio than then tried to fire up the engine but called Coin over. After a brief and worried discussion, the rabbit sheepishly confronted his fox friend.

“Umm…Kit….”

“What is it?” she snapped with her eyes already glowing.

“The boat…it’s out of gas…”

Suddenly Kit screamed as she transformed into DemKit, with his voice deepening into a roar. He picked up the cowering and flailing jackelope and chucked him off the boat. Then moved on towards Rio and held her up, shaking her around.

“WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO NOW FIRST MATE RIO?!?!” he roared.

“Calm Down!” Rio said. “Coin can just call the boat tow.”

DemKit dropped Rio and blushed a little embarrassed.

“Sorry Coin!” he yelled out.

“Try to grab the tube.”

Coin swam towards the tube, failing to notice the fin behind him. He climbed onto it, but as he was being pulled in by the fox monster, a shark leapt from behind him and bit down on his swim trunks, ripping them and pulling them into the water. His two friends screamed with DemKit frantically pulling on the rope harder, but it was fruitless as he pulled it in to find the shark had cut it in half. Coin, meanwhile, had a censor bar over his special area and watched as whale watchers and fishermen boated by laughing. The shark returned and pulled the censor off of him, causing DemKit and Rio to blush and look away.

“How can this get any worse?” the mouse said to herself.

“There they are!” an angry woman said, with a crowd of people on a police boat. The officer looked to see a sailor mouse next to a steering wheel, some fox monster, and a naked jackelope behind them.

“Oh crap.” DemKit said to himself, embarrassed.

Later on, Kit, now back as her normal self, and Coin were eating the fish they’d caught in the estuary with their families at Coin’s house.

“I’m glad they found out I was just transformed.” She said. “And they found the shark with Coin’s compressions lodged in its throat at the hospital. He said he needed clothes to deliver to someone.”

“Who?” Gunda asked

“We don’t know yet, but because he pulled my censored bar away he now has to register as a sex offender.”

“As for Rio?” Kit’s father asked.

“Well because she was recklessly driving to the point of bodily harm and property damage, and we didn’t do anything wrong, she has to spend the Festival in jail.” Kit replied.

“It’s a good thing you guys called to get the trout out.” Jonas said. “Proud of you son!”

“Thanks dad! How was the nautical golf tournament?”

“Well, we placed second.” He declared to Margaret. “We have to go to the plaza tomorrow. You are performing tomorrow night correct?”

“Yea, I’m meeting Harry and Roxie at work tomorrow, and D’Arcy is setting up her clothing tent at the beach market.”

“Apparently someone sent a threat to her earlier this afternoon.” Kit’s brother told them. “They’re investigating who sent it.”

“Well, it’s probably nothing we should worry about, but we should tell D’Arcy once we get to the beach.”

Meanwhile the salmon trunks sank into a cave where a sea serpent sat waiting and grabbed it.

“Nice…” she said. “A sample of clothing from one of that jersey devil’s friends.” She smiled with glee. “He could be useful to me… in finally bringing her down…” she laughed as her factory workers continued to work…

#story #writing #cryptids #cryptid #original writing #comedy #art

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The Moment Isn’t Lost

ch 2 of da mando fic :)

18+

formatting might be weird I posted this on mobile so :/

Content Warning!! some smut, virgin stuff, uhhhhhh blood maybe? mando got hurted sooo

ya ya anyways hope y’all enjoy

Ch 2: the moment isn’t lost

The first mission Mando went on, you paced the hull of the Razor Crest all three days he was gone. Nail biting panic filled you up until you couldn’t take it anymore. Just when you had haphazardly pulled on shoes and a jacket, hair a mess and eyes wide with fear, Mando had opened the hatch doors to the Crest. Frozen, you stood there, still trying to pull your boot on and probably looking like a goof. That was among the first times you heard the Mandalorian laugh, and I mean really laugh. And you decided that was the most beautiful sound in the whole world. It was bubbly but stifled by the helmet, and you were sure that without the helmet it was even more melodic.

Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but laugh too.

The second time Mando went on a hunt, you were a nervous wreck. ‘I know he can handle himself,’ you would think. But that worry crept into your mind when you slept, and kept you up for hours on end. Probably able to sense your restlessness, and on top of that missing his dad, Grogu got little to no sleep too. He cried incessantly, but you were golden at heeding his call. With each cry you knew exactly what he needed. When you were awake, he provided the right kind of distraction from your worries. Mando of course, came home, and was bewildered -though he hid it well- that Grogu was so infatuated with you that he didn’t even come to say hi to Mando. Thinking this was absolutely hilarious, you laughed until tears pricked your eyes, all the while under Mando’s impatient gaze.

The third time Mando went on a mission, you had convinced yourself not to worry. It would be fine, the same as the last two times. So relaxed were you that you actually took Grogu out to the day market on Dantooine. Pretty beads infatuated him, and the colorful street fruit caught his eye. Reaching out with his grabby hands, he earned himself a smack from the fruit stand merchant, which in turn, earned her a glare from you. You walked to a fruit stand opposite her with Grogu and bought 3 round Jogan fruits, purely out of spite. Maker knows you really couldn’t afford much, but fruit you could. Offering one to the child and eating one yourself, you stowed the third away for Mando. Even though you know he couldn’t enjoy it with the two of you, you wanted him to know you were thinking of him.

Having drained your wallet as much as it could withstand, but filled your bag with breads, fruits, and dried meats, you carried Grogu back to the Crest.

As you put the tired baby back in his cradle and latched it shut, something felt off… you felt the now familiar sense of panic surging in your chest, and you were grateful that the child was already asleep.

Mando had said he would be back in 3 days. It had been 4, but you had tried to chalk it up to an estimated time and not an injury. You tried to convince yourself that Dantooine was a big planet, you were sure Mando was fine. But you weren’t all that sure, truth be told. That small panic began to grow, and you tried to sit still as you could for the rest of the evening.

You must’ve fallen asleep at some point, because when you open your eyes, the hazy darkness and slumber of the ship startled you. Keying in some buttons, the dim lighting turned bright. You heard the soft creak of the hatch doors opening, and turned on your heel to watch Mando stumble blindly into the hull. Something was… wrong. He was usually quiet, but he was being too quiet now. His hand was clutched to his shoulder, and when it came away, it revealed a deep wound in between the plate at his shoulder and his chest. Your stomach dropped at the sight, and then so did Mando. He collapsed at your feet, barely within the hull as you closed the door.

“Shit, shit, shit. Mando what the hell? You’re supposed to be okay.” You mutter quietly to yourself as you drag his helpless body over to the med counter.

“Hey. I don’t know if you can hear me. I’m gonna take off your armor -not the helmet, I know- is that, is that okay?”

A soft grunt emanates from his chest, rumbling in a way that excited a part of you that should've stayed quiet in this moment. You ignore that part of you as you pry the beskar away from his skin. Cutting away his shirt, you murmur small apologies, as your cuts reveal his skin. Oh Maker, his skin. You touch him now, fingers diagnosing and tracing and touching. Oh stars you’re making this way more intimate than it should be. You allow your hand to drop for a moment, trying to take a breath. But as soon as your hand leaves his hot skin -maker he was burning up- his hand shoots up and grabs yours, placing it back on his now revealed bicep. Shocked, you stare right into his helmet, and you just know you’re looking into his eyes. And he’s scared by it. He’s scared of the intimacy, but he knows, Maker, he knows you’re the only person he trusts to look him in the eyes. So his visor stares up at you, and for a minute you can forget that he’s a warrior, and you’re nobody. But your fear for his life consumes the moment, and you work quickly to find the bacta-shot. He doesn’t even wince when you administer it, and for a minute you’re not even sure he’s conscious anymore, but then his hand reaches up and softly grips your arm, and the moment isn’t lost, it’s found. His hand traces up your arm, and it doesn’t stop. His course glove reaches your neck, and you gasp when he rubs the back with his thumb. In this moment you realize the position you’ve put yourself in. You had straddled his lap in your haste to administer the bacta, and now, you felt a hardness beneath you. What the hell? He’s aroused right now? His hand doesn’t stop at your neck, though. It traces your jawline and stops with his thumb over your plush lips. He presses, gently, then rubs his thumb across your cheek. He must be delirious right now. He doesn’t know it’s you. It’s gotta be, right? Right?

“I’ve thought about you- ngh… everyday since the moment I first saw you.” He grunts a little when you shift in surprise, and the crotch of your pants hits just right.

Trying to crack a smile you say,”If you liked me that much how come you never laughed at my jokes?” But the words feel wrong when they come out of your mouth. You try again, this time without the smile you know he could see through.

“You’re supposed to be okay Mando. You’re supposed to be invincible. But even if you were I would still worry. Cause I do, too. Think about you, I mean.” You could feel his smile underneath the helmet without seeing it. Resting your head gently against the cool plating of his helmet, and simultaneously realizing this is the closest you two had ever been, you place a soft kiss on what you assume is the mouth of his helmet. At that point you can’t even help yourself anymore, You begin to press kisses down the side of his helmet, onto his now exposed neck. To his surprise, you drag your tongue along his neck. You can feel him shiver in pleasure, so you do it again. You can feel the heat in your stomach growing, and he moans softly through the modulator, making it crackle softly in your ear. He’s grinding against you now, and the slickness in your pants is undeniable. The way he moans into your ear softly with each thrust only further brings you to the brink. But you have to stop. As you pull away, he looks up at you, almost sadly? His helmet tilts at you, posing the obvious question.

Breathless, you say, ”I can’t let my first time be dry-humping Mando.”

He looks up at you, in shock now. Your, your first time? His breath hitches at the realization. You trust him enough for this. Him. And all he can do is see you with a new found hunger. Because unbeknownst to you, this was his first time. The great bounty-hunter, the notorious Mandalorian, a virgin. You notice him staring at his lap, almost embarrassed. And then, you realize. He was a Mandalorian, one of the most private groups of people. You know he disregarded floozy’s advances at the cantina before, but you didn’t know that he was a… a virgin.

So, with a smile, you lean in and murmur into the crook of his neck, “We can do this together.”

Clearly needing no further prompting, his hands returned to squeeze at your hips while you slowly pull his zipper down. Maker, he’s huge. Even through his pants you had seen that but facing it now, you felt your core throb. Unfolding him from his pants while he simultaneously tugged away at your pants, you watch him drop one of his gloves. He leaves one on, and holds his thumb up to your mouth.

“Bite.” He ordered. You obliged, pulling at the slack on the cloth gently with your teeth. His hands were… remarkably soft. They caressed your now bare body with tenderness and affection, rubbing and tracing circles below your bra line. And then, all at once, his other hand was below your waist, resting right on your wet folds. You were absolutely throbbing under his fingers, each pulse of your body glimpsing his fingers against your clit. But he didn’t move. He just watched you.

“Use me,” he said softly, almost inaudible. “Use me.”

Your eyes widened for a second, but not before sinking your body down into his hand. You gripped his wrist tightly, pushing one, two, three of his fingers into you. Biting back a moan you knew would escape, you thrust his other hand onto your breast. He rolled the tip between his fingers, agitating a guttural moan to leave your throat. You were close, you felt it and he felt it. And he pulled his hand away. Feeling the warmth in your stomach leave you and desperately trying to chase after it your hand fell between your legs. But he gripped your wrists and held them back. A whimper left your throat. He just stared at you. And then, ever so slowly, tantalizing you, he positioned his cock for you. Your face flushed with euphoria, you scramble to get in position. And slowly, you lower yourself onto his dick. It brushes your clit as he pushes it little by little, feeling the soft precum drench your already wet entrance. You can’t help but cry out as he slides not even halfway into you, and when he keeps pushing, you scream in pleasure at the feeling of Being so filled. ¾’s of the way down. So close. He keeps pushing and you feel him hit your cervix, and you cry out again, feeling him fill you fully. He’s panting, and you moan heavily into his shoulder. With a soft whimper, Mando begins pumping into you, hitting you almost just right, and then… You feel his dick twitch against your pussy as you clamp down, hitting just right and you’re so close and you can tell he is too. Frantic pumping and squeezing your thigh with one hand and your breast with another, you can hear his moaning in your ear.

“Oh fuck, fuck Mando I’m so close. I'm so close, oh maker!” He reaches a hand down and begins to finger your clit, mimicking your movements perfectly from before. Coaxing you into an orgasm as your fingers clench around his good shoulder and the back of his neck. Fuck, oh Fuck.

Biting back screams, you release all around him, clenching his dick so hard he goes even further inside of you. White hot, searing pain and pleasure fill you as you hear him start moaning.

“Fuck baby- ngh- so damn tight- oh fuck.” And with one last pump that bulges your stomach, he comes inside you, and with the pleasure of being so filled, you come again on his dick. The aftershock of it causes you to clench around him, hard. He moans again in your ear, and you rest your head against his helmet, panting heavily.

You don’t want to move from this position, and based on the way he cradles your body against his all night, neither does he. You slept the best that night than ever before.

#mando x reader #the mandolorian #slowburn #18+ #umokaymaybenotsoslowburn #masterlist

[krayt-spitter21]

A Drink With The Past

It was a slow night on the bridge of the Chimaera. There hadn’t been a rebel spotting in a few weeks and the crew were beginning to get comfortable. Thrawn thought it dangerous. After all, one should always be prepared for the worst, even when the worst seems nonexistent. Thrawn was interrupted in his thoughts by the comm officer addressing him.

“Admiral, we have sensors picking up a vessel entering the system from hyperspace.”

“Designation?”

“It reads the Memory Sir.”

“Hail the ship.

“Yes sir.”

The image of a man lit up the view screen. No one noticed the microscopic tightness in Thrawn’s expression as he spoke.

“This is Grand Admiral Thrawn of the Galactic Imperial Navy. State your name and business in this system.”

“My name is Jorj Car’das and my business is with you Grand Admiral Mitth’raw’nuruodo.” The bridge went silent. Everyone on board knew their commander’s real name though none could pronounce it. Thrawn was silent for a few seconds before answering.

“Very well, you may dock in the Chimarea’s main hangar. I will meet you there shortly. Chimaera out.” The transmission cut out and Thrawn turned to his first officer.

“Captain Faro, you have the bridge.”

“Yes sir,” she replied. Faro noted the slight frown as Thrawn turned away from her and walked towards the doors. She put it out of her mind. If Thrawn thought it important enough to tell her if something was wrong, he would. She had served with him for years now and she considered him a friend. Whether that sentiment was returned was unknown as far as she knew, but she liked to think it was.

As Thrawn walked to the hangar he thought of all the possible reasons that Car’das could be here. In all honesty he had purged the man from his mind long ago. It had been nearly 25 years since he had met him and his friends in the Unknown Regions. 25 years since he was exiled and left on a planet all on his own. Absentmindedly he was surprised when the turbo lift doors opened and he was directly in front of the hangar entrance. He saw the small but elegant yellow ship in the contrasting gray and white of the massive hangar. As Thrawn approached, he could see that Car’das had already been waiting outside his ship with his arms crossed. For a moment they simply stared at one another.

“ I welcome you aboard the Chimarea Jorj Car’das.” Thrawn finally said. At this Car’das uncrossed his arms and bowed.

“Thank you Mitth’raw’nuruodo.” He rose up and looked Thrawn straight in the eyes. With all formalities put aside, he spoke again.

“Thrawn is there somewhere we can talk? There’s something you need to know. It’s about Thrass.” Thrawn’s eyes widened and he abruptly turned around. Behind him he said,

“Follow me.” The two took a turbolift in silence and then walked for a few minutes before stopping at one of the many conference rooms within the mile long ship. The door closed behind them and Thrawn held up a hand as Car’das opened his mouth.

“Who sent you?” he asked.

“Ar alani. She heard I was in the Unknown Regions and tracked me down. Asked me to give you a message about your brother. She couldn’t come herself and thought it would be better if you heard this in person.”

“What is the message?” Car’das seemed to hesitate and then steeled himself. Better to just say it. In the back of his mind he wondered how Thrawn would take it.

“They found him, Thrawn. They found Thrass.”

Thrawn was not a man who relied on hope. He was a logical and skilled tactician that planned for every move and counterstroke. However this may have been the first time in his life that he almost gave in. He hadn’t seen his brother since he left him on Outbound Flight all those years ago. Thrawn realized his brother was missing when Thrass wasn’t present during his exile trial and somehow knew something had happened. 25 years later and Jorj Car’das was telling him his brother had been found. Logically, Thrawn knew his younger brother was dead, and he learned long ago that hope was a dangerous thing.

Thrawn was silent for a hartbeat. He then spoke with a dangerous edge to his voice that only those who knew him well could notice.

“Is he dead?” The world seemed to slow. Thrawn involuntarily held his breath and waited for Car’das to answer. A part of him didn’t want the answer but knew he needed it. He needed someone to say it. To finally give him closure. Otherwise he could never truly move on. Car’das looked into glowing red eyes with sadness in his own.

“Yes. Thrass died on outbound flight apparently to save the lives of civilians that survived the radiation bombs. A Chiss exploratory team found a colony living on an asteroid with wreckage on it and discovered your brother’s remains along with those of a Jedi. They reported to Ar alani who identified them and has since been trying to find a way to tell you.”

Thrawn was silent for a handful of minutes as he stood staring stoically at the inky star studded void outside the viewport. Finally he spoke with a softness that surprised even himself.

“Did they suffer?”

“No. The medical report said they both died on impact.”

Silence fell again as Car’das joined Thrawn at the viewport. It was a comfortable;e silence if somewhat tinged with grief. Again, Car’das wondered what Thrawn was thinking. Without turning, Thrawn addressed his friend.

“Thank you Jorj, for delivering this message. You are more than welcome to resupply you ship and stay however long you wish. However, you should know that I am on a mission to find and destroy a rebel uprising in this system. Things may get dangerous at any moment.”

“Thank you Thrawn, but I only came to deliver the message. I have to get back to my family. I’ve been gone a long time trying to find you.”

“Very Well.” The walk and turbolift ride was silent again but neither of the two men minded very much. Outside his ship, Car’das turned back to Thrawn.

“I’m sorry. I know how much you two cared about each other. At least you know now.”

“Yes, after 25 years I have closure. I have you to thank for that. May warriors fortune be with you on your journey home.”

“And may it be with you as well, wherever you’re headed these days. Goodbye Thrawn, it was good to see you.”

“You as well, my friend.” Thrawn watched as the Memory lifted off and flew out of the Chimaera’s hangar. He then turned and headed for the bridge. As he walked in, a sensor officer spoke.

“The Memory has just left the system into hyperspace, Admiral.”

“Good. Continue to monitor any unidentified ships that pass through. There may be rebels here yet.” At his side, Captain Faro noticed the miniscule frown on Thrawn’s face. She knew that look even if it was heavily hidden. Thrawn had just lost someone. Someone important to him by Faro’s guess. Thrawn was no stranger to casualties and had remained impassive in the past. No, this one meant something to him. A family member perhaps? Or maybe a friend. It was hard to tell, but Faro knew she was going to have a talk with him about it later. Personal experience told her that people needed to talk about it in order to move on properly.

Hours later, after her shift had ended, Karyn went to the officers lounge. It had been a slow day, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t tired after 12 hours on the bridge. When the doors opened, she was surprised to find one a single occupant at the bar. Thrawn was seated at the bar and didn’t seem to notice Faro as she sat next to him. There was a glass and a half empty bottle of whisky in front of him.

“Whatever he’s having.” she said to the droid tending the bar. The droid placed a glass in front of her and poured some brandy from the bottle in front of them. Nodding her thanks, she swirled her glass before taking a sip. She made a face.

“Strong stuff if you ask me, eh Admiral?” Thrawn was silent, merely staring into his glass. Karyn wondered if Eli or Gilad ever had to deal with this kind of shit. Alright, whatever, might as well get to the point. She took a deep breath and spoke in a soft voice.

“My wife died.” At this Thrawn turned his head. He had the same reserved expression he always had but there was something else there that Karyn couldn’t quite place.

“I am sorry for your loss Captain,” he said equally soft.

“Thank you. Her name was Vivian. She was beautiful and she was mine. I’ve lived without her smile for about 7 years now. We married right after she was diagnosed with cancer. It’s hard sir, losing someone you love.” There was a somber silence that followed, each of them thinking about the past. Karyn was mostly thinking about Viv’s sweet smile. That had been the hard part. Watching her love’s smile as she died a bit more everyday was worse than when she actually died. A part of Karyn died with the smile and the sad eyes that accompanied it. Thrawn startled her when he spoke.

“I lost my brother 25 years ago. I never knew for sure what happened to him until today. He gave his life to save civilians and it was partly my fault. I should have listened to him when he told me not to get involved, perhaps then he would still be alive and I would not have been exiled.” Thrawn Looked into his glass again and saw his reflection. He wondered what Thrass would look like if he were alive today.

“What was his name if you don’t mind me asking?”

“His name was Mitth’ras’safis. Thrass was his core name.” Karyn looked at the sad expression on his face and realized she was crying when a tear had slipped down her cheek. She wiped it away with the back of her hand and grabbed the bottle of whisky. She poured another glass for them and then held hers up.

“Well then, To Vivian and Thrass, may we meet them again someday.” Thrawn was still for a second and then a small but sad smile appeared on his face. He raised his glass as well and said something in a strange melodic language Karyn did not understand. SHe had the impression that it was something along the lines of what she had said. They both knocked their glasses up and both made a face afterwards. Karyn laughed lightly as Thrawn simply smiled. The two friends remained at the bar for hours talking of their loved ones and drinking to ease their pain. Thrawn was glad that, although he was exiled by his people and given a mission that was light years away from his home, he could still have a drink with a friend.

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[uncloseted]

(1/?) hi! i’ve seen you offer advice on this blog and i’m way too embarrassed to tell people this in real life so here goes. i’m in year nine right now, and i have been going to the same school since year six. i have been diagnosed with adhd, anxiety and social communication disorder (basically a very mild version of what would have been called asperger’s.) in year six i had to have a personal assistant (i was the only person beyond primary school to have this service.) to keep me focused on my-

(2/?) schoolwork, as well as keeping me in the class, as i’d often have panic attacks and run out of the room. obviously this gave me a pretty shit reputation, and most people thought of me as a punchline. combined with my non-existent sex appeal (an issue, even though looking back i was a fucking child,) my lack of hygiene and my obsessive love over the warrior cat series, which i would talk about to anyone near me with no degree of self awareness, i was less than dirt to many people. in year-

(3/?) -seven, my personal assistant stopped, and i thought this would be the way to reinvent myself. i took on an obnoxious, raunchy persona, and swore a lot, even though this was completely unnatural for me. i was behind my peers in all regards, so i thought being comically uninhabited would be a way to catch up, even though looking back i was trading one persona people were uncomfortable with for another. i did gain some friends during this period though, so that was nice. however, most -

(4/?) in year 8, i had mellowed out a bit, even though i still lacked self awareness. however, this would become my escapism era. i had a school counselor who i trusted, and i would skip lessons to see her. I basically missed the whole academic year. around halfway through the year i lost my friends. not through any drama, we kind of just... drifted. my grades were shit and i felt very disillusioned. my saving grace was going to a summer camp in another country and meeting people who knew-

(5/?) -nothing of my embarrassing past. however, there was when i realised i will always be in the uncanny valley of people. there was a boy who mocked me relentlessly. he called me ugly, unstylish, weird and lonely. during a dance, he pointed out that i wasn’t with anyone, and that i looked awkward. he was a dick, but he did show me that. no matter how hard i try, i will never truly fit into society. no matter how i style my hair it frizzes. no matter how hard i try to practice conversational-

(6/6) -skills, things i say will earn a yikes response. after falling hard for a boy and trying desperately to be a normal, cute girl, this feels so pronounced. i’m acutely aware of my presence in a room - my strange posture and gestures, my ugly face. what i’m asking is how to just relax and feel normal, and bond with people normally. i want to ascend. i want to be liked. i just wish i and everyone else could forget about my dark past. sorry for this braindump, I just need to get it out there.

I think the thing about people is that everyone is different.  What I mean by that is, some boys will like girls that are “normal” or “cute”.  But others will like people who are passionate, quirky, uninhibited, awkward, or any number of other things.  There’s no “uncanny valley” of people because people are so diverse.  People with ADHD and anxiety and Asperger’s find romantic partners and friends all the time.  You just have to meet the right people who will appreciate you for all of the things that make you woh you are instead of wanting you to be someone you’re not.  I know that right now, that’s probably a frustrating answer.  Where are these mythical people who will appreciate you, and when will they appear?  But when you do find them, I think you’ll be glad that you’re not trying to be someone you’re not.  In the meantime, maybe a good place to start looking is in places with other people who have the same struggles you do- other people with anxiety or ADHD or social communication disorder or maybe people on the autism spectrum.  At the very least, they’re people who will understand what you’re going through. At best, they’ll be new friends.

#Anonymous #effys-closet #effys closet

[timeoutforthee]

Like it or Not-Chapter 26

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Summary: Logan, Patton, Roman, and Virgil are all struggling in their recovery. Their doctors, Thomas Sanders and Emile Picani think they can help each other out.

Aka Group Therapy AU

Trigger Warnings: disordered eating habits, death mentioned, parents not understanding mental health, general ignorance, parents fighting

Read it on AO3!

Logan is numb the next day.

He floats through, unsure if he’s looking forward to lunch or dreading it. He wants one of the others to have an idea, to come up with something that makes it not real, but he’s gone over and over it and he can’t think of any thing to do.

Logan has never felt this helpless.

“What’s wrong?” Virgil asks, as soon as Logan sits in his seat.

“I’ll tell you at lunch.”

The fact he doesn’t deny it makes Virgil frown. But soon class is starting and he can’t say anything else.

^

Logan’s dad pulls up to Foster’s Center for Mental and Behavioral Health. His wife had asked him this morning if he would reconsider what he said to Logan, but he had already made his decision.

He parked in the front, and walked through the doors.

“Hello!” the secretary called out to him. “Who are you here to see?”

He snorted. As if he would ever need to see one of these “doctors.”

“I’m not here to see anyone. I’m here to pull my son out of your so-called services,” he says.

“Oh,” she says, slowly. “Is there a problem?”

“Yeah, my problem is that this doctor has been misdiagnosing my son, and now he thinks he has an eating disorder. I don’t want him seeing the doctor anymore.”

“...does your son have an eating disorder?”

“Boys don’t get eating disorders.”

“Uh-huh,” the secretary says. “Who is this doctor?”

“I think it’s Snyder or something.”

“Sanders?” she says, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll tell you what, I’m going to call back and see if Dr. Sanders is in a session right now. If not, you can talk to him.”

Kurt crosses his arms. It’d be simpler to just pull him out, but he wants to meet this man, see what he really has to say. “Please do.”

The secretary picks up the phone and dials an extension. “What’s your son’s name?”

“Logan Crofter.”

Dr. Sanders must pick up, because she has a quick conversation, and soon Kurt is walking down the hallway. When he comes to the room number she gave him, the door is closed, so he knocks.

“Come in!” a voice calls from inside.

Kurt opens the door and walks into an office. It’s respectable, save for the small cartoon figure sitting on top of some book. There are paintings in frames on the wall and a bright green plant in the corner. In the middle against the back wall is a couch that looks very comfortable, like you could sink into it.

“Dr. Sander?” Kurt asks.

“Sanders,” Thomas corrects, offering him a warm smile as he stands up and offers his hand. Kurt takes it and shakes it. “Please, have a seat.”

“I don’t intend to take up much of your time,” Kurt tells him, sitting on the couch. It’s even more comfortable than it looks. “I just wanted to let you know that Logan won’t be attending your sessions anymore.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Thomas says, “May I ask why?”

That makes Kurt pause. He can’t very well tell a doctor that he doesn’t agree with their practice, can he? Even if he couldn’t see the point, he could see the therapist’s degree hanging right there on the wall.

“I just don’t think it’s benefitting Logan,” he says. There. Not exactly a lie.

“Really?” Thomas asks, “If that’s the case I can see about switching him to a different therapist. I know he’s already worked a bit with my colleague Emile, through the eating disorder support group-”

Kurt snorts. He can’t help it.

“I must say, Mr. Crofter, I fail to see what’s so funny.”

“It’s just...you can’t be serious.”

“Serious about what?”

“About the eating disorder thing. Logan can’t possibly have one, he’s a guy,” Kurt says.

Thomas purses his lips. Ah. So there was the problem.

“Mr. Crofter, your son has a very serious and severe case of anorexia. Neurodivergency doesn’t discriminate. It’s very possible, as evidenced by your son and others, to get an eating disorder when you identify as a male.”

“Logan is fine,” Kurt says, “He eats lunch, he eats dinner, he’s a normal kid.”

“And tell me, did he eat lunch and dinner before group started?”

“Of course he did!” Though now that he thinks about it, Kurt isn’t so sure. Dr. Sanders must sense something, because he raises his eyebrows. “So, he missed a meal or two. It’s fine. Logan is fine.”

“I know accepting that your child needs help is hard,” Thomas says, “But I think pulling Logan out of therapy completely could be very harmful for him.”

“Harmful? Harmful how?”

“Well, as I said, he has anorexia. Anorexia nervosa is one of the deadliest mental illnesses you can have.”

“It is?”

“Yes,” Thomas leans over and opens the bottom drawer of his desk. He flips through a few papers before pulling out a pamphlet on anorexia. He holds it out, and Kurt takes it hesitantly.

“You’re saying if I take Logan out of your care...he could die…?”

“I’m saying if Logan doesn’t get help recovering, he could die.”

“But this isn’t real!” Kurt says in frustration, “This so-called science, this mental health nonsense, it’s never been around before and everyone’s been fine.”

“No, you’ve been fine. So you assume everyone else is, too. But since this ‘nonsense’ has been around, suicide rates have been dropping. And may I remind you that Logan was sent to me because he had anorexia? I’m not the one who diagnosed him, his primary care doctor did.”

“He did?” Why didn’t he tell Kurt that?

“Yes. I don’t mean to be rude here, Mr. Crofter, but I think you need to be a little more involved in the recovery process to fully understand it.”

“Why does it matter?”

“Because your son deserves support.”

“Support? I support him just fine!”

“I have no doubt that you love your son,” Thomas assures him, and Kurt relaxes at that, “And that you try to support him in the best way you can. But you just need to learn a little more to help him in the best way.”

Kurt frowns, looking down at the pamphlet in his hands. He really did come in here with the intent to pull his son from the services, but he didn’t exactly feel like gambling with his son’s life.

“Have you considered coming in to join a session?”

“Why? I have no issues.”

“Just to experience what it’s like,” Thomas says, “And to see what helps your son.”

“I’ll consider it,” Kurt says, simply.

“That’s all I can ask,” Thomas smiles, “Now are you still interested in switching therapists?”

“No,” Kurt hesitantly approves of this man. He feels like he could trust him with Logan. “But if this mental health stuff gets too crazy, I am going to pull him out!”

“Understood,” Thomas is going to have to work on that.

^

“Did you talk to him?” Logan asks as soon as he walks through the door at home.

“Hello to you too,” Madelyn says.

“Mom.”

“I tried to talk to him, but he didn’t listen. His mind is made up, Logan.”

Logan takes a few deep breaths, trying not to work himself into a panic. That’s fine. He can make this work. Both Patton and Virgil said their guardians would be willing to pick him up, so he could make an argument based on that. Maybe his dad would be willing to listen if he didn’t have to do any work.

But the money, a voice reminded him.

Logan felt sick. He never exactly had a conversation with his parents about how much therapy was costing them, if they had any coverage with insurance or anything along those lines.

“Where is dad?” Logan asked, absent-mindedly.

“He drove up to Foster’s to pull you out at lunch,” Madelyn says, “He hasn’t come home.”

That gets Logan’s attention. “What?”

“I said-”

“I heard what you said!” Logan snaps, before taking another deep breath, “I thought we could talk about this, have you tried calling him?”

“No, I didn’t want to bother him,” Madelyn shrugs. “I told you Logan, his mind is made up. There’s nothing you can do.”

Tears spring to Logan’s eyes, and he immediately shoves the heel of his hand against them.

“It’s fine, Logan,” his mom says, “You will be fine. This is not that big of a deal.”

Yes it is! Logan wants to scream. I don’t know how to recover on my own! Maybe if he talked to his Psychology teacher, he could get more resources, and at lunch if the guys could review what they talked about during group-

Just then the doorknob turned and his dad walked in. Logan whipped his head around, wanting to yell, wanting to demand if he knew what he just did to him, wanting to beg him to go back, please-

“How’d it go, dear?” his mom asks, going over to her husband and kissing his cheek.

“I met your therapist,” Kurt says to Logan, absent-mindedly.

“Really? Why?”

Kurt doesn’t answer, instead he says, “I changed my mind.”

Logan freezes. He couldn’t have heard that right, he doesn’t want to get his hopes up.

“What?”

“I changed my mind. I didn’t pull you out. You can keep seeing Dr. Sanders.”

Logan is moving before he can control himself. He walks up and hugs his dad, feeling like he could breathe for the first time in 24 hours.

It takes Kurt a while, but eventually he hugs his son back, trying not to think about how close he was to hurting Logan.

It’s in the middle of their hug when Logan realizes he can never trust his parents again.

#like it or not #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic

[thyroiddiseasediaries]

What is a pleasant childhood memory you have? Do you believe "everything happens for a reason"? What are three things you are grateful for?

Hmm...

My childhood was kinda hard sometimes. I was diagnosed with depression at the age of 7, It hard to remember good things. But, let's see.

My dad use to golf ALL THE TIME and of course being a child, I didn't get the appeal. Until one day he suggested that he'd let me drive the cart... IT WAS AMAZING. It was definitely probably not legal... and he'd drive until we were out of site from the building. It was so much fun. My dad got to spend time with me, and still drink beer and play golf. He's an evil genius.

One year my mom threw me a surprise birthday party. It was at a pool! All my friends were there, and my mom bought mine a beautiful swimsuit. My dad brought a pinata, with nothing to hit it with or tie it to. So he just held it awkwardly, while 8 year olds swung at him with a steel pipe we found. 😂

My mom took me to TWO Backstreet Boys concerts. The Millennium Tour, and The Black & Blue Tour. 💙

My neighbors had the most beautiful tropical birds that hung out on his back porch, and he'd let me hold them and talk to them and pet them. One was big and rainbow colored, one was big and white!

When it snowed, everyone on my street and in my neighborhood went to the big hill on my street. It was so much fun. Getting up there was kinda hard though... But it was worth it.

Do I believe everything happens for a reason? No. I believe sometimes they do, but not all the time. Because sometimes bad things just happen, if someone uses that pain and channels it into something good. That's amazing. But that doesn't mean it happened for a reason. If someone has something bad happen to them or someone they love, and they don't turn it into something good. Does that mean it didn't happen for a reason? Or does it just mean that people grieve in different ways?

A lot of parents of missing and murdered children go on to create amazing; charities, foundations, businesses, and even life changing government bills in the name of their children. That's amazing. But it's really messed up to ever suggest, "it happened for a reason". I think something bad happened, they suffered a loss that left a hole that will never be filled. So they use their grief to try to help other kids. But, their loss is no more senseless than parents who don't do those things and remember and celebrate their child in their own way. (That is just the first topic that came to mind)

I think sometimes things happen for a reason. But, most of the time I just think we get lucky or realize in hindsight that what seemed bad at first? Was a good thing in the end. Like breakups, jobs, friendship, and life stuff in general. Shit just happens, it's life. If you can make something beautiful out of it, it'd find the silver lining? That's incredible. But that doesn't mean your circumstance is any different from the person who doesn't or can't. Does that make any sense?

Three things I'm grateful for?

- My mom. She's also my caretaker. A women who's life could be made into a lifetime movie. Losing her mom as a teenager, and being held up at gun point more times than she can remember. Once when she was a teenager by two people who had actually murdered the other gas station employee they hit during a string of robberies. But thank God, didn't hurt her. She lost her sister before I was born to the same disease that took her mother. She never wanted kids, took steps to make sure she didn't have kids. Then at 33 surprise. It me. She's been a single mother since 1997, and in 2003 lost her house, that was like 5 years from being totally paid off because my dad just stopped helping. She's had to file bankruptcy and lost her job twice during the recession. The first time losing the 401K she spent almost 20 years on. We've been completely car-less on a few occasions. Now in the years she should be gearing up for retirement, and instead she's having to take care of her disabled adult child. While dealing with health, and mental health problems of her own. Going to work in flip flops, and no jacket even in the winter because she's working this hard just barely make ends meet and couldn't afford to buy comfortable winter shoes or a jacket. She's never complains, she never names me feel like a burden and she's always trying to make my life a little better, and a little easier. She's a warrior queen who deserves so much more than what she's given. I hope one day to win the lottery or something so I can buy her a house with a pool and a massive backyard for all the dogs and cats she wants. 💜

2) I'm thankful for all you beautiful internet souls who listen to my bullshit and whining and never make me feel bad. For the ones who try to help. I'm thankful for all your golden hearts and wish that I could make a wish and good all have everything you need, want and deserve. Thank you to all of you. Your support means the entire world to me. 💜

3) I'm thankful for movies, TV, documentaries, YouTube, music, books, ASMR, arts and crafts. Everything that helps distract me when ie need a break from my own brain. The much needed escape. Also for winter, because heat intolerance is the devil. 💜

[erikaoneillphotoblog]

Pregnancy Number 2 Update:

It's funny, I remember blogging with my first pregnancy and here I go again blogging with my second. I’ll start by saying that we planned for this pregnancy (on God’s timing of course). We knew we wanted to have another baby so when we found out we were pregnant we were super excited. Week five of this pregnancy is when this crazy journey started for us.

It started off with me feeling super nauseous all day long, it kind of felt like I was on the rockiest cruise ship. That same week the vomiting started. Which all are pretty normal pregnancy symptoms for me, but I had not experienced them that early during my first pregnancy. With Owen these symptoms started around week eight so for these symptoms to start on week five was really a huge surprise to me. I have heard that things tend to happen WAY faster with your second pregnancy, so I planned to just buckle up for what was to come. I had no idea it was going to be so bad. Week five was miserable but week six was far worse. I ended up going to the hospital for dehydration (which also happened with Owen), so once again this all seemed like what had happened in the past which literally sucked but I couldn't imagine it getting worse. The hospital diagnosed me at that time with Hyperemesis, but I had no idea what that was until time went on. Week six met week seven slowly but surely, I hadn’t been able to hold down food or drinks for two weeks at this point. Everything I put in, I vomited out and I mean EVERY SINGLE THING. At this point I was throwing up blood and bile constantly. It started to become really scary. I was so weak and losing weight at a rapid pace. I had tried multiple medications for the nausea and vomiting that my regular OB had prescribed, and they were not working.

I remembered being in the hospital and the Doctor talking to me about a home health team that could come out to our home and give me IV fluids and medication through a stomach pump. So, my husband and I called to see if that was something we could have set up. We were desperate, I felt like I was dying. The same day that I called the insurance company approved me, and the home health team came out to our house right away. THANK HEAVENS! They started me on Zofran through a needle that went into my stomach and an IV. Through all of this I kept feeling like something felt really wrong, this was NOT just normal "morning sickness”. So, I began my research on Hyperemesis and there was so many women talking about this on the internet, but I had never heard of it until I began to research my symptoms.

Every day felt more and more miserable, the nurse said the Zofran pump that was in my stomach would take time to start working, possibly 4-5 days to feel any relief. That week was thanksgiving and we missed thanksgiving with our family for the first time ever. The following day I returned to the hospital, I was really not doing well at all. I cried every day all day. I was miserably sick. Not only physically but mentally. I couldn't play with my sweet boy because I couldn't even leave my bed. He would lay with me and say, “mommy’s sick” and it would literally break my heart.

It was so crazy for all of this to be happening to us, for those that know me they know I am a woman who does what has to get done and waits on nothing; I always work hard. So, for this to happen to us at this time was truly breaking my heart. I had so many symptoms happening to me at once. I was taking all these meds, yet I was still weak, losing SO much weight and still not able to hold down food or fluids. The home health nurse would call every day and I would have the same news to present to her – “No change, still all the same.” I became depressed, I didn't want to talk, I shut everything out phone calls/text messages. I began going to sleep at 6pm so that I wouldn't feel any more physical pain or sadness. I prayed every night but still hadn’t had any change. Sean and I started to have the conversations that we never thought we would ever have. They were sad and very emotional. We cried together so many nights. I couldn't do it anymore, I couldn't feel this way, so helpless, so sick all the time. I missed my husband and my son. We were all in the same house, but NOTHING felt the same. EVERYTHING was gloomy, my husband had to be a mom and a dad. He had to do everything for Owen, all the things I loved to do. Baths, prepare dinner, bring him to school, play with him. Imagine the sadness that can bring to a mother; all while trying to continue giving myself reasons to keep this baby. I never in a million years could understand abortion, I never in a million years would have ever thought of it, but I was literally feeling like I was dying inside. Every part of me wanted to just be a happy family again, just the three of us. My husband wanted the same. Every time we talked about what we were going to do, we cried and ended up just going to bed because we could never finish the conversation. It was too emotional, we WANTED this baby, but the way it was happening was NOT how we would have ever expected.

After multiple ER visits, changing OB’s to a high-risk OB (that had more experience in hyperemesis care) and receiving new medication that was still not working; I finally decided to stop everything. I was falling into a deep depression and it was WAY too overwhelming for me. I woke up a couple days before Christmas and said NO MORE. I removed my IV, stopped my stomach pump, stopped all medications and decided I was going to give my body a break. I had lost 26 pounds (in 2 months) and couldn't eat or drink still but really wanted to give my body a chance to see what it could do off of all medications. I couldn't figure out if it was all of the medication that I was on that was making me feel worse physically and mentally, so I needed that break in order to see what was really going on.

I will say ALL the glory goes to Jesus for the miracle that I am about to tell you all about. Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, I was able to leave my bed and sit with family. I was able to pick at some foods and keep them down without vomiting. It started a new direction for me in this pregnancy journey and I honestly couldn't explain how this was all happening other than God’s healing hand on me. All the prayer warriors that were praying and have been praying for me and my family I can’t thank you enough. I struggled hard with God’s timing in this, but I knew deep in my heart that his timing is never late but always on time. Even when we can’t see it. My husband constantly reminded me about our faith and what we believed in and I couldn't be more thankful for the way he has held our family down.

I am on week 16 now and able to eat small amounts every couple of hours. I am still nauseous in the afternoons and ALWAYS extremely exhausted, but any improvement is better than what I was experiencing in those first thirteen weeks. It’s still a process and I think mentally it is still extremely exhausting when I think about all we’ve been through lately, but I am so grateful for God, my husband and our families who have dropped everything just to be there for us and help take care of us during this time. Hyperemesis you are straight from the enemy. I’m convinced. You have made me waver from what I know is right and wrong, but I kept fighting because I know my God is bigger than the devil and his schemes to break my faith. My God is big. The biggest in fact. He loves me and my family. I know that everything is going to be okay because God says it will be. His word says “Do not worry...” countless times. I am growing a tiny human that is fighting to meet Daddy, Myself and Owen, so I will also keep fighting until we hold you in our arms. I heard this beautiful quote this morning and I thought it would be perfect to close out this blog, so I’ll leave you with this for now… “If we find the lesson in our pain, it doesn’t hurt, it becomes purposeful, all of our pain is purposeful”.

Love,

Erika

#pregnancy #moms #motherhood #hyperemesis #hyperemesis gravidarum

[freenewstoday]

New Post has been published on https://freenews.today/2021/04/15/malone-on-murrays-torn-acl-your-heart-breaks/

Malone on Murray's torn ACL: 'Your heart breaks'

Denver Nuggets coach Michael Malone said Jamal Murray is “devastated” after being diagnosed with a torn anterior cruciate ligament in his left knee.

Speaking Wednesday for the first time since the Nuggets announced they will be without their star point guard indefinitely, Malone said the team could see Murray’s anguish over the season-ending injury.

“It’s been an emotional 24, 36 hours,” Malone said before the Nuggets routed the visiting Miami Heat 123-106. “Jamal is devastated, understandably so. I think the team is also a little. We understand the importance of Jamal Murray. We are a better team when Jamal Murray is healthy. … He is almost second in every major [statistical] category on the team behind Nikola [Jokic].”

In their first game without Murray, the Nuggets had six players score in double figures to halt a two-game slide. Carrying title aspirations that were bolstered by last month’s trade for Aaron Gordon, the Nuggets now are adapting to life trying to contend in the Western Conference without their point guard, who scored 50 points twice in last season’s first-round playoff series against the Utah Jazz.

“It’s a sad thing, of course,” Jokic said. “Me and him, we have a lot of connections on the floor. We are really good with each other on the court, and we are going to miss him on the team. He is a big part of our team, but that doesn’t mean we are going to quit, you know?

“It’s a really bad thing that happened to us, but we need to keep moving [forward].”

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Murray was injured with 50.6 seconds remaining in the Nuggets’ 116-107 loss at the Golden State Warriors on Monday night. The point guard averaged 21.2 points, 4.8 assists and 4.0 rebounds while shooting 47.7% from the field this season.

Malone told his players before facing the Heat that they shouldn’t waste the remaining games they have in the regular season and the opportunity they have to contend in the West.

The coach said he saw his team play with joy on Wednesday, just over 24 hours after they flew with a “devastated” Murray from San Francisco back to Denver.

“It was really hard. We stayed over for that game in San Francisco,” Malone said. “Just sitting with him on the way to the airport, your heart breaks because you can see the raw emotion that he was feeling.”

Denver (35-20) has often thrived in the role of underdog. The Nuggets overcame a 3-1 deficit in the first and second rounds last postseason to advance to the Western Conference finals.

Now, the Nuggets will try to surprise people again without Murray.

“I mean, I’m the underdog my whole life, to be honest,” said Jokic, who had 17 points, 11 assists and 10 rebounds against Miami. “I am kind of used to it. It is normal position for me.

“[Playing the role of underdog] gives us a lot of relief. We are not going to be tense. We are just going to play. We just need to figure these 16, 17 games, how we want to play. We need to build it. It is not going to happen in a moment.”

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#Denver Nuggets #Jamal Murray #NBA #news

[garbageclan]

old man yells at cats

Time for some CAT OPINOINS. hello friembs I am pretty new to the warriors fandom, having only just finished the first arc this year and starting it late last year. It was a fun ride. What drew me into the books was honestly you guys, the fandom! It’s just really inspiring to see how much art and writing and what detailed projects you guys create-- all for the love of these characters. I find myself jealous that I didn’t get to grow up with these books. If I had given them a chance (I was waaaay too high up on my Watership Down is the best and only proper talking animal book high horse) when I first learned of them, I would have loved them.

ANYWAY. I guess I thought I’d share what I thought of the first arc! Putting it under a cut to hide spoilers. Time to dive under the readmore.

I could nit-pick a million little things that bothered me about the books, but I wanna make this a mostly positive read! Plus, that’s true for ANY series, I think. But I wont hide the things that stand out to me the MOST. So I’ll get them out of the way.

What I didn’t like about the first arc:

THESE CATS DON’T TALK TO EACH OTHER. I think the one scene that made me the angriest is when Fireheart witnesses Tigerstar fucking murder an old woman and decides to just lie about it.

The ‘kittypet’ thing kind of got drove into the ground.

Fireheart’s obsession with Spottedleaf. Maybe I didn’t read closely enough but I don’t remember them sharing more than two scenes before she was murdered.

I had a hard time envisioning the ThunderClan camp. Maybe I missed a paragraph but I couldn’t figure out the layout of anything.

The way the dogs’ dialogue was written.

Graystripe killed Darkstripe instead of Firestar killing him I JUST WANTED FIRESTAR TO KILL HIM SO BAD but he did die so this isn’t really that negative of a point. I’m baffled he wasn’t executed earlier for trying to kill a CHILD. I don’t understand cat government.

THERE. THE NASTY STUFF IS OUT OF THE WAY. Time to gush about what I did like:

Yellowfang yellowfang yellowfang yellowfang yellowfang yellowfang

CINDERPELT CINDERPELT MY HEART i love doctor squad

Cloudtail. My beautiful shitty powderpuff son. Also his and Brightheart’s love is so good. It was written really well and I love seeing art of them.

The way Bluestar’s fall into madness was written was incredibly realistic. During my read of the first arc, my father had been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer and he behaved similarly. It hit really close to home.

RAVENPAW IS A GOOD GOOD BOY

Like, it’s corny as fuck but I like the whole naming scheme for warrior cats. I like names being given and changed as a character grows.

Tigerstar’s throne of bones was so extra but I know that younger me would have LOVED IT

 Yellowfang and Fireheart’s relationship.

I really loved the early part of the story where Firepaw, Graypaw, and Ravenpaw were just paling around bein’ warrior kids.

I really liked how StarClan was described

Scourge killed Tigerstar so hard he died NINE TIMES and it was metal.

The whole final battle was pretty metal honestly.

I love Whitestorm. RIP Whitestorm.

When Leopardstar realized just how thoroughly she fucked up after merging her clan with Tigerstar’s. 

I liked a lot of the character moments.

“Dirtstripe” is the best goddamn insult.

I haven’t had breakfast yet, so I may have missed some things in either list but...TADA? Idk, thoughts? Agree? Disagree? I have Yellowfang’s Secret and plan on reading it next. After that, I might go into the second arc. I see so much art of Squirrelflight and I’m really curious about her.

Thanks for reading!

#warrior cats #sparrowsnap speaks #first arc impressions #first arc #CAT OPINIONS