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mykilljoyhq · 7 months

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Alright

Well one, happy world mental health day.

And because of this day and something else

I’m going to share this bc it may inspire someone else and well…I want to be honest with yall here

(This is kinda a vent and may be a bit upsetting for some..not really sure what to put for a trigger warning but this is a little heavy soo it will be under the cut.

(Here’s a basic non venting summary: I’ve haven’t been doing well and feeling lonely and today Mikey’s insta story and Electric Century inspired me to open up to my support group and y’all about it)

To be honest, I haven’t been doing well. 2022 was a really hard year for me. I went through a lot. Same with the start of this year. Ever since mid September, I’ve been feeling like things now have been too good and a terrible thing will come and mess everything up…just like last year.

My culinary class really sucks now. My group isn’t really talking to me and I’m just left there while the others work on whatever we’re making. I usually just go sit down and work other homework. On Monday I actually took most of the period off and it didn’t seem like they noticed I was gone. I got really mad when today they finally talked to me…only to help clean. The environment there sucks too. Theres a lot of loud noise and overlapping voices. And the worst is this towel slapping thing that a bunch of the kids do. They do it everywhere everyday. It’s really overstimulating and has sucked the joy out of the class

It’s been harder for me to open up. I’ve been meeting up with someone weekly to just check in and get support. But lately I haven’t been able to. Today I barely talked and just went on my phone the entire time…

Anyways, today I went to my support group with the intention of bringing this up but I couldn’t..I excused myself and tried to hype myself up to tell them but I couldn’t. In defeat I started mindlesses scrolling through all the unseen instagram stories of the people I follow…then I saw Mikey’s.

I’m not joking when I tell you this: I cried. I don’t know why, but…I started crying and…(god this is sound so weird) and I pretended he was there right next me. I know that sounds weird, crazy and frankly now that I read that a little bit creepy…but it gave the courage to go back. I put on my headphones and turned on my favorite Electric Century song, I lied, and went in there I told them what was going on.

I don’t know why I wanted to share this or why I’m still typing away at this but…it really helped me. Yknow I make jokes all the time about being a simp for the people I get hyperfixated on, but honestly…they mean so much more to me than that. I don’t know how to explain it.

Anyways I just wanted to share that with y’all

#so yea happy world mental health day #hope this inspires someone else to speak up

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enzogabriella · 6 months

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Trolls 3 Incorrect Quotes now that the movie out now so we don’t have to wait anymore!

Thanksgiving Edition 🦃🥔🍂🍁🍽

John Dory: Welcome to the hunger games!

Poppy: this is Thanksgiving!

John Dory: that is mahogany!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Clay: Viva come stuff the turkey

Viva: ok

walks in Clay: where’s the turkey?

Viva: gobble gobble

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CJ: why did they stop leaving pies on a window sill?

Keith: Too many people floating in the air when they smell it

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Poppy: ok on the count of three everyone say what there thankful for! 1..2..3!

Poppy: everyone here!

Clay: Viva’s mental health improving!

Viva: My mental health improving!

Bruce: my wonderful family

John Dory: my awesome reunion skills

Branch: seeing my 3 brothers again, oh and John

Floyd: me being alive

Shallow: pizza!

Kid Ritz: me being included

Aven: my life being mentally ok again

Veneer: Aven

Crimp: anti depressant

Velvet: me, duh

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ John Dory speaking in a serious voice: we’re going back in time to the first thanksgiving to get turkeys off the menu

John Dory: that’s right we’re going back in time to the first thanksgiving to the first thanksgiving to get turned off the menu

Branch: …who are you talking to?

John Dory: this guy right here *pointing to a mirror* he knows exactly what I’m talking about

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Branch: WHERE’S THE TURKEY?!

Floyd: it’s in the cabinet

Branch: oh

John Dory: now we know to never steal Branch’s turkey

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Branch: Clay did you put the turkey in the fridge to defrost a few days ago?

Clay: yep, totally!

Branch: you forgot

Clay: what?! no! Why would you say such a thing?!

Branch: your looking up, how to defrost turkey in 5 minuets

Clay: shut up! Go mash some potato's or something

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bruce: John, you know what season it is?

John Dory: uh, Halloween season?

Bruce: yea, but do you know what else it is?

John Dory: what?

Bruce: It is “I ask you whether you’re coming back for Thanksgiving, you say you’ll think about it and then we got caught up in something that leads to you and Clay fighting, so you say you’re not coming back, which leads to me and Clay fighting and with your jointed effort you two make me cry like the world is ending, so Floyd has to put a stop to it. And eventually you come back for Thanksgiving and we have a semi-nice holiday” season

John Dory: …

Bruce: so you coming home for Thanksgiving?

John Dory: I’ll think about it

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Happy Thanksgiving everyone! 🦃🥔🍂🍁🍽

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littledollll · 1 year

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Can I please request a Larissa x English teacher reader. R has mental health issues and had a habit of isolating themselves when it gets bad but because of having Larissa they haven't done this in a few yea

R ends up having a really bad week (they overheard students or teachers making fun of them/their teaching) because of this they end up isolating for a few weeks causing people to be really concerned.

Larissa eventually finds r hiding in a fort they made in an abandoned part of the school with a pile of books they've been using to escape their thoughts.

Ends with Larissa comforting r while they explain what's been happening with them and Larissa tells them how perfect they are and that they are valuable and that she loves them?

Comfort crowd

Larissa weems x teacher!reader

A/n: Im so sorry this took so long, writers block is kicking my ass recently Omg. I kinda like this though and I hope you do too! Thank you for your request.

Warnings: self isolation, students being little shits (but they love u) idk what else.

Mental health had always been an issue for you, something you’ve learned to handle over the years but Larissa had never seen you like this. One of the many reasons you fell inlove with her was because of how she made all your problems feel so much lighter, you felt safe and understood by her and she was always more than happy to help and support you through anything.

Lately it’s been getting worse. The pressure around you was too much and the new batch of students this year really did a number on you. They were impossible to deal with, and you’ve overheard them openly complain about you and your class. It’s never unusual for students to complain but never had it felt so personal, they were directly criticizing the class.

At first you ignored it, you kept showing and doing your classes but the more tired you seemed the more they decided to misbehave and make class impossible. It felt like they were directly trying to upset you, round of applause for them because it worked. One day you just stopped showing up.

At first the students were happy, who doesn’t love a free hour? But as the days passed they started getting concerned, they never really hated you all that much, but it was fun to mess around and not get work done, and maybe have a laugh whenever you were visibly frustrated. After a week of not hearing from you they came to Larissa about it.

She mentioned she was already aware and currently searching for you since you stopped meeting with her for your usually lunches together and date nights.

It wasn’t long before she found you, hidden away in the old and abandoned music room, the lights worked but barely. You had a comfortable little spot set up, books everywhere, a kind of fort sent up with the chairs in the room effectively hiding you from anyone who didn’t look too close. There wasn’t much around you but it was clear this is where you had been for the past week.

Larissa didn’t want to disturb the peace you had created for yourself, but she was concerned never had she seen you run away, much less completely disappear. Yes sometimes you’d take days off and keep the rest of the world out but back then you still let her in, so what happened that caused you to shut her out too?

Her hand raised and she knocked on one of the chairs announcing her presence, snapping you out of your concentration as you sat on the floor reading one of the many books with you.

“You’ve built yourself quite the hideaway.” Larissa was first to speak, you were met with that trademark beautiful and comforting smile only she seemed seemed to have. Nodding, you have her a sad smile back, though in your eyes she saw relief at the sight of her.

She looked to the space next to you, silently asking to be let in to your little comfort bubble, again you nodded, and as soon as she sat down her hands cupped your face, trying to get a good look at you, you hummed, leaning into the warmth of your touch.

“What happened, my love?” The dreaded question. How could you tell her the job and kids she loved so much were eating away at you. Draining you until you simply couldn’t show face. “The students were asking about you, some made their way to your room trying to check up on you as well.”

“They sure didn’t act like they cared how I was when I was present, they don’t care for the class and certainly don’t respect me, I hate to admit how much it got to me.” You sounded bitter, but more than that just hurt. She only pulled her hands away from you to wrap you in a hug, which you happily sank into, God you missed her.

“Why didn’t you tell me if they were acting up?” you sighed and hid into her chest. “What kind of teacher can’t get their room in control so bad they need to call in the principal.”

“Oh many, most of them really! If they aren’t rude and tough from the get-go the students will drive them insane. You are not the first and will not be the last. But they have no real intent to hurt you, I promise you that. I can’t tell you the amount of students who started asking about you on day two of your secret hideaway.”

You looked at her questioningly. Was she being serious? She gave you a nod and continued. “They trust you. They talk to and about you like you’re a friend, sometimes that causes issues, there’s a line that they cross alot. And when you act like more of a teacher than their friend it makes them upset. They’ll get used to it, and we will talk to them.”

“Riss, they make me feel like any attempt I do at doing my job is horrible. How come no other teachers have this problem if it’s so common?” You countered with a sigh.

“Some of them are, some of them did and their solution was to cut being friendly and start being overly strict, and with that you get the issue of being the class after the strict teacher. They get to talk more, have a little more freedom and it makes them lose control.”

You do remember hearing them complain about how the biology teacher would take away points, quote “any time we breathe too loud”. You always thought teachers like that were horrible.

“You are doing nothing wrong, my love. They need to learn control and respect and we will work on that together. You are an extremely valuable member of this school, to staff, to your students and most of all to me. You don’t need to hide from me darling, I’m here to help, support and love you. Allow me to do so.”

And just like that Larissa Weems yet again, made all your problems feel lighter. You didn’t have to handle anything alone, not as long as she was here.

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #principal larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems fluff #Larissa weems comfort #principal weems #wednesday nevermore

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bullet-prooflove · 2 months

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Hello! I was the anon who sent the terry bruno ask without a prompt- i apologize, I didn’t realize you usually only write requests from prompts. I must have missed that in your request rules, sorry!!!

Can i request something with bruno and the prompt “It's okay to say you've got a weak spot”? Thank you, and sorry again!! 🩷🩷

Tagging: @legit9thlunaticwarrior @beardedbarba @wooshwastaken @justreblogginfics @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @storiesofsvu2-0 @anime-weeb-4-life @witches-unruly-heart @spaghettificationandpretzels @kiwiithecrazybird @kishie8 @whateversomethingbruh @slytherqueen14 @trublu2u @silversprings-mp3 @kabloswrld

During Terry’s final year in Bronx SVU he learns not to show weakness. The moment you do your throat gets torn out and he refuses to let that happen. He’s poured his blood, sweat and tears into this job, it’s ruined his marriage, fucked with his mental health....

When they fire him for ‘insubordination” he goes down fighting, he locks all of that devastation away in a little box somewhere. He doesn’t show a thread of vulnerability, he’s impenetrable, a vault.

He carries that with him to Manhattan SVU.

“You use your humour like armour you know?” Fin tells him when they’re in the breakroom one night. “At some point you’re gonna have to learn how to take it off.”

The problem is Terry doesn’t know how to do that. He’s so used to keeping everything locked up inside, that he doesn’t know how to stop doing it.

That changes when he hooks up with you again. He starts to open up, talk more. You’re on the job, you know what it’s like and that makes it easier. His frustrations, his upsets, his struggles, you understand every single one of them because you’ve experienced them yourself.

His days get a little bit brighter, his smile more frequent. He starts to take pleasure in the world again, see the beauty of it.

“That armour’s starting to slip.” Fin remarks, taking a sip from his coffee cup. “It’s a good look on you.”

“Yea.” Terry says, thinking about how happy he’s been over the past few months. “Yea it is.”

Love Terry? Don’t miss any of his stories by joining the taglist here.

Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

#terry bruno #terry bruno x reader #terry bruno x you #law and order svu

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upat4amwiththemoon · 2 years

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Misunderstandings | part 2

Summary: Words have a bigger impact than you’d think.

Pairing: WandaNat x daughter!reader

Warnings: angst, Natasha still doesn’t really understand, my knowledge of adhd is limited

Word count: 1278

a/n: thank you for all the love you gave to the first part, here is a second one! Heavily inspired by this, thank you for the ideas! <3

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

”Y/N!” The minute Natasha yells her name from the downstairs, Y/N is already running down the stairs. “Could you empty and clean the kitchen table?”

“Yea.” Y/N’s answer comes out as a mumble as she walks past her mom to the kitchen.

Natasha watches her put the dirty dishes into the sink and grab a wet rag to clean the table. She does the cleaning quickly, but still not half assing the job, scrubbing some spots harder than the others so the dirt comes of. After putting the rag away, she takes a few pieces of paper to dry it and then throws them into the trash.

“Thank you, honey.”

Y/N doesn’t answer, she just goes back upstairs to finish her homework. Natasha frowns but pays no mind to it, surely Y/N is just tired. She has done a lot of work these few days, all the chores Natasha asks her to do are done in an instant, and she has done her homework every day in her own room.

It makes Natasha quite happy, her words have stayed in her mind. Even though she wasn’t happy with the way she expressed her feelings, she’s glad Y/N has seemed to remember the most important ones.

The real world won’t allow you to slack off.

In reality, Y/N has tried her best to avoid her mother. She did everything she asked right away so she wouldn’t have any time to forget it, no talking back, never acting out as Natasha would call it.

It’s affecting her mental health, a lot. She’s more tired than ever. Spending most of her time in her room, taking multiple naps a day to get her energy back. Sometimes she just cries. It all overwhelms her to the point she can’t do anything else than sob quietly. But she doesn’t want to upset her mother again. She wants to be a normal kid.

At dinner Y/N just pushes her food around quietly. She doesn’t have any appetite. “How was school today?” Natasha asks in between of eating.

“Fine.” She mumbles, her eyes cast down.

“You did your homework?”

“Yes.”

“Great.” Natasha smiles.

Wanda observes the interaction with a frown on her face. The short answers and dismissive tone worries her, usually Y/N is a rather lively kid, who likes to talk. “Is everything alright, Y/N?” Natasha gives Wanda a questioning glance.

“Yes, mama.” She gives her a small smile and brings a small amount of food to her mouth.

“You’ve been doing so good lately, doing everything when I ask you to.” Natasha praises her.

“Mhm.”

“You think you could wash the dishes after you’re done eating?”

“Sure.”

Natasha smiles and nods. “Thank you for dinner, love, it was amazing.” She kisses Wanda’s cheek and puts her dinnerware in the sink before going to the living room.

“I’m not hungry anymore, can I put the rest to the fridge?” Y/N looks up at Wanda, finally making eye contact.

“Of course, honey.”

Y/N gets up from the table and scrapes the rest of her dinner into a Tupperware, putting it in the fridge and the plate to the sink. “Are you done eating?” When Wanda nods, Y/N takes her plate and mug, setting them into the sink as well.

She takes a sponge, puts soap on it and changes the water temperature to warm. Her eyes are brimming to the top with tears, but she doesn’t let them fall, not when Wanda is still in the kitchen. Her throat hurts from holding in the sobs, but she doesn’t want her mothers see her cry. Not over some dishes.

“Do you want me to help with them?” Wanda asks, setting her hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

Y/N just shakes her head, not trusting to her voice at the moment. The way Wanda keeps rubbing her shoulder makes her lip tremble. All she wants is to be embraced by her. She needs the comfort.

“You can tell me if anything is wrong, you know that right?” Again, Y/N just nods while rubbing the dishes clean. “Oh, sweetheart.” Wanda takes the sponge and plate out of her hands.

Y/N looks up to see Wanda looking straight at her face. As she pulls her into her arms, the dams break and she starts sobbing.

At the sound of crying, Natasha gets up quickly and comes to the kitchen. “What’s going on?”

Y/N presses her face into the crook of Wanda’s neck, wanting to hide away. The fabric of Wanda’s shirt is tightly in Y/N’s fists, her knuckles turning lighter from the pressure.

“Shh shh, everything’s okay. You’re okay.” One of Wanda’s hands rubs her back while the other is holding her head. “Mama is here.”

“What’s wrong?” Natasha whispers, mostly to Wanda as Y/N is in no condition to speak. She sets her hand on Y/N’s arm, but lifts it off when Y/N moves away from it. Her head snaps to Wanda, face full of worry and confusion.

“Y/N, do you think we could talk? All three of us.” Wanda asks quietly, still holding her close.

Y/N shakes her head. She doesn’t want to talk, not again. The last conversation was awful. It made her feel less than.

“We really need to talk. Something is wrong and we want to fix it.”

“You want to fix me.” Y/N sobs. “Because you think I’m broken.”

“No, no, absolutely not.” Wanda presses Y/N against her even tighter. “We do not think you’re broken.”

“Mom does.” She whispers, hiccuping from all the crying.

Natasha’s eyes widen. She and Wanda look at each other, tears starting to gather in her eyes. “I don’t think you’re broken, I don’t. Why- Why do you think that?”

“Because you want me to be normal.”

Natasha thinks back to the argument and talk they had two weeks back. She thought they had solved it. She figured Y/N took the lesson to heart and forgot about the things said out of anger.

“Honey, no.” Natasha says immediately. “I said those things because I was angry, not because I think they’re true. I never should’ve yelled those things, it was very bad of me to do. You don’t have to change. I love you for being you.”

“But you got angry at me for being me.” Y/N cries out, finally turning to look at Natasha. “You yelled at me for taking breaks, but I need them, I really do. I haven’t been able to do anything these last weeks because I’ve been so tired.” Her voice cracks. “I’m so tired.”

“Okay.” Wanda mumbles. She brings Y/N to her arms length, holding onto her shoulders. “We are going to get you into therapy, okay? I’m not letting this get on any longer.”

“What if they just confirm something is wrong with me?” Y/N whispers.

“There’s nothing wrong with you if your brain is wired a bit different.” Wanda reassures. “The only thing that needs fixing here, is me and mom. We will do better and listen. When you tell us you need a break, we will give you a break. Got it?” Y/N nods. “That also means you need to come to us right away when you’re feeling bad.”

“Okay, mama.” Wanda smiles, wiping away Y/N’s tears. “I’m sorry, mom.” Y/N hugs Natasha.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything. I’m sorry, I’m very sorry.” Natasha embraces Y/N tightly, kissing the top of her head. “You’re an amazing daughter, and I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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diacripticcomplex · 7 months

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DL boys as fathers:

Shu: I’m sorry but not sorry, he would be such a deadbeat father fr. Wouldn’t remember his kids birthdays, “ask your mom..” type of energy, do not leave him with his own kids he will either lose them or they’ll end up hurting themselves really badly and will most likely be hungry cause he ain’t feeding them. He solely relies on the mother of his children to take care of them.(2boys 1 girl) (shu is my favorite DL boy but he literally hates doing things)

Reiji: a very strict father, not emotional at all but will cut up fruits for his kids and give it to them while they study, he would be active in their studies and would enjoy teaching them chemistry and other science related things, plus he’d always make sure they’re fed, he’d teach his kids manners and how to cook clean iron clothes by the age 3. (2 girls, 2 boys)

Ayato: a super cool and proud soccer/basket ball father, he’d want his kids to actively be in sports and make sure they are always playing and having fun as well, he’d teach his kids to play pranks of their mother, however he might struggle with his narcissistic traits, if his kids don’t do something he wants it might feel like a personal attack for him. (1 girl, 3 boys)

Kanato: he’s the type to only hair daughters and really be a girl dad. He would absolutely spoil the hell out of his daughters, he does have a habit of screaming and overreacting however so he’s definitely traumatizing his kids. (2 girls)

Laito: he’s the type to have children from multiple baby mamas, talking like 7 kids and 7 different moms, he’d have a strained relationship with the moms and honestly wouldn’t be super active in the kids lives but he would spoil them for their birthdays and holidays, also he pays child support and takes care of all his baby mamas so money is never an issue he’s just never emotional mentally and sometimes even physically there. (4 boys, 3 girls)

Subaru: super overprotective father. Will fly to save his kid before the kid falls and scraps it’s knee or something like that. He’s super caring and pays attention to everything his kids say, he loves listening to the silly things they say and is very happy with them, they’re his rocks. (2 boys)

Ruki: would honestly be a rather controlling father, he’d block certain apps and media from his kids phones, wouldn’t want to get them phones to begin with, his kids love his cooking and he makes sure that they always sit and eat together at least once a week. (1 boy 1 girl)

Kou: he’d be such a “they’re just jealous of you” type of parent, he’d definitely make his kid feel like a superstar because in his eyes his kid is a superstar and his whole world. He’d take off from work just to attend his kids ceremonies or talent shows. (1 girl)

Yuma: he’d honestly have a few of his own kids and adopt a few as well, so he’d have a lot of kids and he would put them to WORK! Yuma loves gardening and that does not stop, matter fact having kids just makes the garden grow into a whole farm, yk that meme from the movie Holes? “I’m tired grandpa” “WELL THATS TOO DAMN BAD” yea that the energy Yuma has with all his kids. (6 boys, 3 are his, 3 are adopted, 5 girls, 1 is his the rest are adopted)

Azusa: surprisingly he’d be a very calm and nice father, he would definitely hide the fact he’s into pain from his kids, he doesn’t want his children ever getting hurt, he’s also kind of a clingy parent, like his kids will spend all day with him but he’ll still wanna spend more time with them. (2 girls, 1 boy)

Carla: Appears to be a super stern and asshole of a father and can be but for the most part his kids and family mean everything to him, he’ll sacrifice a lot to make sure his kids are well, he also is a super health freak and makes sure they eat only organic foods and take care of their health. (4 girls)

Shin: he’s the type of father to not understand his children at all, and he thinks that the solution for everything is giving them gifts or money, he doesn’t know how to take care of them at all, the mother of his children scolds him often and tries to tell him how to improve his parenting but he doesn’t really comprehend it. (2 boys)

Kino: he’d be such a good father, especially since he lacked that, but he would want to be an accepting and compassionate father for his children and their friends since he was able to get that from the ghouls. He also loves playing games with his kids and teaches them how to play better. (1 girl, 1 boy)

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8-evil-annoying-catboys · 9 months

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man people who don’t like cats, or worse, have cats and think that the cat’s behavior is the cat’s problem, but don’t learn about why cats act the way they do and think knowing how to raise a dog is good enough… piss me off SO. MUCH. yes you need to clip your cat’s claws no they won’t like it but you can and should still do it. yes you need to brush your cat. no you don’t need to give them baths regularly, and if you do it should be twice a year at MOST, but really they only need a bath if they actively get dirty and you can just use cat wipes on them if they didn’t fully like fall into a pond or puddle of mud. no you shouldnt be carrying your cat around if they don’t like it and it’s not actively necessary (ie., there’s an emergency and you need to evacuate). no most cats don’t like being held like a baby or having their bellies pet. yes there are exceptions but make no mistake that cats that like being held at ALL and getting tummy rubs are weirdos in the cat world. yes you need to play with your cat every day and no dangling a toy on a string right in front of their face and bopping them on the head with it is not playing with them, play is enrichment and they need to hunt the toy. when have you seen a bird hovering right in front of a cat?? no you should not let your cat wander the streets. yea you can leash train them or have them outside in an enclosed patio or under direct supervision if they’re well trained or on a leash. yes you can train your cats in general. no a cat does not wag their tail when they’re happy, in fact it means they’re pissed. no a cat purring does not always mean they’re happy, it’s situational and entirely depends on context, it could mean they’re hurt or scared just as easily as it could mean they’re happy and content. no cat trees are not fucking optional unless you want your cat to destroy your bookshelf every day because they have nowhere else to climb. in fact, for your cat’s health, it’s best to arrange your furniture so that they can get around the entire room without touching the floor, but if you can’t do that yet, start with a cat tree lol. yes cats can be extremely overwhelmed by too much petting and that’s why sometimes when you pet a cat they “suddenly decide” they’ve had enough and beat tf out of your hand. for the love of your cat, LEARN THEIR BODY LANGUAGE. no dry food is not good for cats, if your cat only eats dry food then they’re gonna be dehydrated because in the wild a cat gets 70% of their water intake from their food, it’s understandable if you’re too poor to only buy them wet food but you should be buying them wet food and mixing it in with the dry food to stretch it out if that is the case, maybe even add some extra water in it, so they get enough water from their food because they will NOT drink enough plain water to make up for it even if they have a fountain instead of a bowl of still water. yes most cats prefer drinking running water and if they only have access to a water bowl instead of a fountain they’ll be drinking less water. no you should not be free feeding your cat, you should feed them meals instead because cats are not scavengers or grazers and having access to food constantly is actually bad for their mental health, especially if they also don’t ever get to play/hunt. no your cat does not hate you just because they don’t always want to cuddle. look up some information about cats goddamnit!!!!

#tumblr original post button is literally my diary <3 #im always baffled by people who aren’t interested in animals’ behavior/biology especially if they have pets like wtf how do u live like that

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liv-does-stuff · 2 years

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What’s Wrong?

Pairing:Shawn Hunter x reader

Request: Could you write a oneshot about Shawn

@wizardlybones

hunter OR Eric Mathews × reader where

the reader struggles with their mental

health and is just overall really lonely

and very touch starved? They always

say they are fine and never initiate deep

conversations cause it makes them

uncomfortable? Maybe they also just

really want physical touch but none of

their friends have ever been very loyal

and always treated them like a second

choice or a backup so they just don't

know how to trust people?

Warnings:Mental health issues,anxiety,I may have added a smidge of insecurity but over all fluff this also takes place in their high school years

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“I know that’s like exactly what I was saying”,Shawn Hunter A.K.A your boyfriend replied to something Cory had said.You on the other hand we’re to busy in your own world.”Hey y/n you okay?” Shawn questioned in a concerned manner, “Yea, yea no I’m fine just a little zoned out.” You lied, in fact you weren’t fine at all this whole you sat there looking at Topanga with thoughts such as “Look at her figure I bet she doesn’t have to worry about what she eats” or “Wow she could steal Shawn if she wanted to” flooding your mind. “Hey Shawn I’ll catch you later ok?” You said getting up and looking at him he just nodded as you walked off.

///Time Skip\\\

“I really love you you know that?” Shawn asked peppering kisses all over your face. “How could I forget?” You giggled causing Shawn to let out a low chuckle. “Hey y/n?” Shawn ask seriously making you sit up from your current spot on his lap. “Yes shawny?” You question matching his previous tone. He scratches his neck uncomfortably “It’s just earlier you seemed really out of it and I’ve noticed the past few days you’ve just been kinda off and before you start with that I’m fine crap I know something’s up.” He says waiting for your reaction.You look at him and get up from the couch “Shawn it’s getting late I need to go home.” Before he could protest you were out the door and on the way to your car.

The next day at school you avoided Shawn like the plague.You wanted to open up and tell him how stressful life had been or how emotionless you’d been feeling or even how you craved his armed wrapped around you holding you tightly as if you would disappear if he let go and those thoughts were eating you up.Things were hard right now and you really didn’t want him to worry.

While walking to Mr.Feenys class you decided to take the long way making sure you wouldn’t run into Shawn along the way.The plan seemed to be going well until you felt a strong pair of arms pick you up. “let me go!” You screamed while kicking your arms like crazy.Students in the hall way just watched.You felt yourself being carried into a dark room.A storage closest.

“Y/n please talk to me.” You could now identify the figure who had taken you from the hall.It was Shawn. “Shawn there’s nothing to talk about.” You lied trying to get him drop the situation. “That’s not true and you know it please just tell what’s wrong”,something inside you just snapped and you decided to tell him, “Fine Shawn you wanna know what’s wrong I’ll tell you”, you told him everything all the emotions you had bottled up spilled out.

“You happy now?” You said once you were finished.You waited for Shawn to say something,anything but instead he just hugged you and held onto you letting you know you were safe.A few small tears slid down your face as Shawn held you making you feel more loved than ever.

A/n:yea this sucked I know but I kinda got stuck given I haven’t watched boys meets world in a hot minute

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lieslab · 5 months

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hello ml, my favourite writer;

i wanted to request something if it doesn't cross your boundaries - where skz ot8's s/o (separately) finds out you've been struggling with sh lately? sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, and please ignore this if it did. i've low key been struggling with it and would love some comfort from my favourite writers to write about this topic with my comfort characters yk?

also if you do do this i only have one small request - if you are able to write this using other forms of sh and not just cutting yourself like st@rving and scratching. why? because many others not just sh with cutting (including me) and some forms of sh that are usually deemed normal to others eyes so yea

anyways that's all and i love you sm your my favourite writer as i said like your so talented please continue being talented lol and write... also your very talented in writing as i said and i've read your original stories before - it's amazing honestly! i really hope that you'd become a well known writer soon, which you deserve with that talent! i'll be cheering for you when and after you've finally accomplished your dream ml 🫶 just remember to take care of yourself and take your time with this request if you do choose to do it - which i must thank you very much for doing so.

love you so much ❤️❤️❤️

Your favorite writer? 🥹 Consider me in shambles. This doesn't make me uncomfortable at all!! There have been times in the past where I've been at rock bottom and struggled with the same thing. Honestly, personal experience is why I write some of my more serious drabbles that deal with mental health issues. Of course, I'll write about this. I like to put real life scenarios in the darker drabbles, so I'll use multiple different situations.

As for you, I'm sorry you're struggling with such an emotional and daunting issue. It takes a lot to get to that point. Please be gentle with yourself. The world can be really tough and I don't know your situation, but I hope it gets better soon. You're worthy of so much love and happiness and you deserve good things.

Give me a few days to write it. Whenever I write these, it takes me a little bit longer because they're emotionally taxing. Seriously though, thank you for coming to me and entrusting me with such a serious and sensitive topic. I'm glad you can find comfort in my writing!! Thank you for believing in me and I love you too <3

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robinruns · 2 years

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Ok, let's see if I can get my thoughts from this weird ass day out of my head

I slept hard last night. Like I woke up enough at 6 to turn off my alarm, then half an hour later heard Kyle's alarm. I struggled to get going so I didnt go in early to do any overtime. When I got to work, I realized I left my phone at home. I don't think I woke up fully until 9:30. I had a meeting at 11 am and oof.

So my work does this wellness program and we didn't get the highest score this year because they now include mental health policies as a portion of the score. I brought up that it would be nice if we had designated mental health days, or clarity in the sick time policy that allows for taking time off due to mental health reasons.

Boomer Coworker: Well I could say it's really nice out and I need a mental health day on the golf course lololol

Me: I have days where I struggle to get out of bed due to depression, but I do because I'm not physically ill so I don't feel like I can call in. Sometimes my anxiety is so bad I'm feeling physically ill, but I don't feel like I can leave. Having a definitive policy that allows for time off for mental health reasons would be really helpful.

Coworker with a Brain: Thank you for sharing all that, we'll take that to (HR lady) and see what we can do

BC: Oh yea we can do that, I'm not totally heartless

No buddy, I know you're not, but you're a bit thick headed sometimes. I sent a follow up after the meeting to the coworker who has common sense and said if they want any opinions or input from someone that is Actually Mentally Ill, I'd be more than happy to help. I shouldn't have to put my fucking diagnoses out on the table to have what I'm saying be taken seriously, but here we are.

Then I went home for lunch, Kyle had the episode of IASIP where they're trying to get in to the World Series on and when he finished his work call said "I put this on because the regular channel had baseball on." He didn't see the irony until I pointed it out later.

Afternoon was super fast since I left early for therapy. I'm glad that we're not beating around the bush and just straight up saying the root of my problems is my non existent self worth. My "homework" for this time is to watch a YouTube video and come up with a list of consequences for things that don't have obvious consequences, such as "when I don't take the time to put away laundry, I end up feeling like shit and it exacerbates my already bad mental health."

The thing is, what consequence is there if I don't? Ha, suck on that Jordyn!!

God I wish I loved myself

ANYWAY!!!

We then went to McDonalds for dinner and got Adult Happy Meals again, we've gotten 2 of the 4 (5?) Toys so far. I dunno if we're gonna try to collect them all but getting chicky nugs from McDonalds is so much easier than making dinner.

Then I laid on the couch and thought about how I should be editing a fic with the change to the backstory that I came up with recently. And watched more IASIP. And now I'm in bed.

#personal

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htub · 1 year

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I think what's really most painful to me about Lex's treatment is how much I see myself in him tbh. Putting this baby under a cut to be polite but the last post i reblogged illicited Thoughts and I'm being very autistic about this rn.

I don't wanna get too personal but I also don't actually care so just look. Look. He's just like me fr. This boy's been fucked over constantly from childhood but he's trying, he's trying so hard and so much. And yea, my mother died when I was a kid and left me to be raised by an abusive father, and I got bullied by my classmates, my teachers, even my goddamned therapists that were supposed to help me not make me worse. I swear I'm not trying to make this a sob story, I'm just saying my life was Not Fun, alright? I was just straight up not having a very good time. And one day years ago I just decided this sucks, people suck, and well I want it to be better and for that someone's gotta start. I don't ever want to make anybody feel the way I felt, the way people made me feel, so I'm choosing to do better because this cycle ends with me. So I'm actively trying to treat everyone how I want to be treated, even if they don't do the same, but a lot of times - most of the time - they really do not to the same so it's honestly pretty one-sided and not that peachy. Though thankfully I got no aliens gaslighting me yet, I think. Probably.

Still I'm nowhere near as good as Lex, and my god do I want to be like him, and obviously I also lack the money and influence he has, but I very much try. As much as I hate to admit it, I actually take after my dad a lot, and people even comment on how alike we are when they meet us together, but my dad's an asshole and doing better is a choice. A choice I actively make every day, because it's not how I was raised and not my instinctive behavior. I honestly was raised to be a piece of shit. And it's not always easy, and what I'm trying to say with this incoherent rambling is just, I get it. I get it way too much.

Normally this is why I'm drawn to Superman as a character, because he's got the same goodness I hope to have as well, the same kindness and forgiveness and just love. I'm getting the symbol tattooed on my arm for crying out loud. It's important to me.

But Smallville is really wanting to hurt me in different ways so they're instead giving me someone who's much more like me in backstory and personality and then they're making me watch him get broken into pieces, and there's no happy ending. Knowing there's no happy ending is the worst part. Normally fiction is an escape from reality, but this time it's too realistic, because yep, that's what the world does. It fucks us all over with no mercy, but that's not what I want to see! I want to see this boy be loved! And knowing I won't get that sucks.

And I'm still gonna be the best I can be even if I know the world's definitely headed downhill, because that's the kind of person I want to be, but the hopelessness and despair that comes with watching Lex's character arc is truly a new level of anguish I've received from a damn TV show. Congratulations on that, Smallville. I guess. At whoever was in charge of this, I hope you'll be pleased to know my therapist asks about this damn show every single week, unprompted. He's got it written down in his notes and everything. Probably not the most healthy reaction to a two decades old tv show? But like, I got all the DVDs. I cherish them. I love this show. Don't know if I'll ever actually watch it because it clearly is not good for my mental health but I love it. I hate it too. It just didn't have to go there, you know? That was just low.

#two talks #this might read as a vent??#it's really just me voicing my thoughts but i do it in a very autistic manner lmao #mmmh oversharing #i know it's bad but it feels so good #i almost wish i'd never discovered this show because now that i have i will never be the same again #but at the same time a piece of me would be missing #ah the duality. ah the pain #happy to report that after 4 months of starting this show I still think about Lex every day!#and it has not stopped hurting!!#but actually the obscene amount of suffering i am experiencing is at comedic heights so at this point at least it's fucking funn #funny*#like man this got me FUCKED UP but i'm still realistic enough to comprehend how utterly NOT NORMAL a reaction that is #so like. lmfao rip i guess. cause of death: saw smallville #put that on my tombstone

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hotmessindistress · 3 months

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Drain Brain

So it’s been a while. Honestly, I’m not great at sticking to things. I always have ideas, and aspirations, I guess, but I usually just think how great they would be and ultimately, never get to it. I guess it’s, what that word? Procrastination? Yea, so anyway…. I can’t let it bother me, it is what it is, and as long as it makes me feel good, it doesn’t matter how long it takes.

Life has been, hectic, to say the least. Finally got married only to then find out that we are, in fact, going to have another baby! Exciting, yet terrifying. We are due July 5th, so around Erin’s birthday and we find out the sex tomorrow! Just another reason for me to procrastinate things some more! Erin seems to be happy about it…. It will definitely be interesting to see how she acclimates to the role of ‘Big Sis’. Hoping it will make her less entitled, but more importantly, make her realize it’s not just her world. Lord help me, she’s been craaaaazzzzzyyyy! She’s a threenager, all of the time. Sometimes we get into these tiffs and I actually have to take a step back and say, “you’re a grown adult, you can’t let her break you.” I never listen though. It’s almost always followed by immense guilt and shame because I hate getting frustrated with her. The attitude! The sass! My husband says he doesn’t think she knows any better, but I know she knows exactly what she’s doing. She wields that power well. A little sibling is just what might mellow her out.

Work has been going great. I started a new shift which allows me to be home during the day and most of the night. One thing it has made me realize is, I can never be a full time stay at home mom! Power to ya ladies! It’s emotionally and physically exhausting in a whole different way from just working. While Erin goes to school, I get all of the chores done and have little time to myself before picking her up. After I pick her up, it’s playtime/arts and crafts/watch endless Barbie episodes until I have to make dinner. It is never ending…. Recently, I have been going for walks, which helps my mental and physical health, as well as meditation. It never worked before but now, I love it. It has opened up a whole new perspective for me which has allowed me to start doing little things that I love. I started drawing, which really centers me, as well as reading! I’ve also made a commitment to myself to do things independently that I love, such as, going to the art museum, or checking out new bookstores/libraries. Since I feel so busy with life, I realized that I deserve to enjoy things that make me happy and time for myself…. I find that it allows me to be a better mother and wife. That’s is also the reason why I decided to start this. Just to write how I’m feeling or what I’m going through, just to kind of unwind and de-stress. Some days, I may not be able to get to this, but I know that it is here, and if I need to vent, I always have you guys! Please feel free to comment or if you need a reason to vent, please, don’t be afraid to chat! I’m hoping this can be an open forum for everyone who needs it!

“When life gives you lemons, just say ‘f*** the lemons’ and bail.”

-Paul Rudd as Church in Forgetting Sarah Marshall (2008)

#mother #father #parents #stress #parenting #unwind #vent post #personal

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asymmetricalgarbage8888 · 7 months

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A SAD RANT (may be triggering)

I'm about to get mad sad and in my feelings cuz I need a place to rant without my bestie seeing it and getting worried hahahahahaha

Rant: I have one (1) friend (my best friend I don't wanna worry) and I care about them sm and I do all that I can to make their life nice and happy. I want what's best for them cuz they deserve a nice life.

But I know, deep down in my heart, they do not care for me on the same level. They care, just not the same intensity I do which is fine.

Accepting that took a long time but I did and I'm fine with it. It just hurts to know that I'm giving my all (heart body soul mind) to better their life and be there for them and just keep them happy no matter what and will never receive the same thing, probably ever. Not just from them but from anyone.

My family life was never and will never be great, I've had close friends lie and abandon me before so the fact that I trust and care about my bestie this much is astonishing. I tell them everything, I trust them with everything, I've burnt bridges for them cuz I knew in the long run it'd all work.

They are quite literally all that I have in this world and I know that I'm just one on a list of people they have. I don't even think I'm in the top 5 honestly. Which again, is fine and their own prerogative. I'm just scared one day I won't measure up and be completely alone. I already feel like a burden when I talk about my feelings or can't measure up in terms of finances or mental health or any of that. What if one day they get sick of me and leave?

Treating someone like that without expecting the treatment back is scary. They are my everything and I'm not even sure what I am to them, a friend for sure, but a lifetime best friend? A sibling not by blood but by choice? That's what they are to me but I can't confirm if that's what I am to them.

And yea my depression has gotten worst in the last 5yrs (maybe more idk) and I should probably separate my mental illnesses from my friendship feelings it's just hard. I've thought about getting help but idk. When my bestie got the help they had been wanting I was so happy for them, they were doing what I couldn't! They're on their way to better mental health andI'm proud of them for taking that leap.

My anxiety/paranoia, my depression and whatever the fuck else I have going on up there makes my brain be such an asshole to me even when I'm happy. I can't burden them with all of that when they're working to better themselves.

Even now I feel bad for ranting on here cuz we talked about me being more open and honest about my feelings and I've been harboring all this to spare them the burden. We even talked about how much I share with them but I know they don't give me the same. I just don't think it's fair I have to share everything and they don't, especially now that they're in therapy. Would it be nice to know what they're going through to help them out, yes. But I respect their need to talk to someone about their life, even if I'm still in the dark.

I know they have secrets and have told me white lies to spare my feelings. I know they haven't shared everything the way I have, I know they still have walls up around me even if all mind disappear when I'm with them. I know and still treat them with such high regard in hopes they'll trust me the way I do them.

I feel like when I ask them if they trust me, love me, care for me, they only say they do for my benefit. I just want them to do those things genuinely like I do.

It's really nothing against them like I said I know I'm intense and a lot to handle and I know I can't expect the same from people. They have their own demons to deal with.

I'm not looking for feedback, not really. I just needed this out there. To be seen. I've ranted to myself and wrote it all out but I think putting it out into the web will help me work through it. Like releasing it will make me HAVE to face everything I'm feeling.

Idk thats just me lmao

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gopissbepis · 11 months

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ok straight up scared myself this weekend

massive mental health downward spiral bc my medication arrived three days lateeeeee

I can keep it together for ~2 days without medication and remind myself that it's not really as bad as it feels my brain is just pining for those happy chemicals but by day three yea the world had fallen apart and I really didn't wanna be a part of it for a second longer

I did what ur not supposed to and took two as soon as they came through the door then went to a BBQ and had some ciders 🥴👌 my hands were shaking but I was smiling so all's well that ends well ig

#i always feel so embarrassed when i come bsck to it tho like woopsie sorry abt that everyone🙃#i couldnt get hold of anyone when i realised i needed some help and mate #that hurt like fuck

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jvnejv · 1 year

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vent #2

mental health getting worse at the worst possible time actually… its new years… im supposed to be happy like I always am.on new years. finals is gonna start on frjday this week, and I cant find any motivation to do anythibg. I keep biting my nails because im so stressed out because im unmotivated to learn because im depressed because im anxious and ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

the world is actually so less scary when I lie down on the floor and ive just painted my nails, hopefully theyre bitter because its started to get too short & hurt now. uh im trying to study rn but I cant. maybe… one more day of not studying might be okay… ill just watch videos of tech diff… just.. one more day will be okay It wont cause too much harm….. ive… reallg just reached my limit and. yea

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anonymous-rantxxx · 1 year

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My mom asked my dad “ Why did you teach your daughter to settle for less?”

My dad taught me a lot of things and settling for less wasn’t one of them. I was in a verbal abusive relationship, I talked to the people I was close with and I was ashamed to talk about it because theres no one to blame, not even myself. My dad taught me to always be kind to one of another because at the end of the day; you don’t know what anyone is going through. We we’re going through a time where trauma was being over looked. My dad taught me to be true to yourself because the ones that love you will show it, the ones that care about you will hangout with you without being under the influence. My dad listened to me when I felt like no one was. Word can’t express how much BOTH of my parents mean to me. My dad is my rock and I watched him struggle but come out feeling on top of the world. I love all of my family equally but me going through my own troubles in love isn’t anyone to blame. Everything in life was a lesson, we’re learning everyday since we was born. I always knew when I couldn’t handle things that I can talk to my family. Going through my last relationship has taught me so much, I at first thought that I could help him, I put his feeling in consideration before mine not realizing after so long it takes a toll on me and its not that I didn’t love him enough; I didn’t truly love myself until having my son. I love my son more then anything, having him makes me realize so much more about myself. My relationship wasn’t something I wanted to show my son, I wasn’t being fulfilled in my relationship after a while. I don’t wish bad on anyone I only wanted him to be happy but I just didn’t want to be around him because of what our relationship was in the beginning and yea they have their ups and downs but on my end it was always down. At first I felt happy because when we met I was going through grief at the time and he was the one to pull me out of it. I’m being honestly with myself for the first time that my feelings weren’t ever in consideration. I felt belittled when I would open up to him and he would say “ you don’t know what its like not growing up without a dad” I even don’t like talking about this because to me it makes me feel mean but growing up with my parents both being alcoholics I was always scared of losing both of them and it felt like he was putting the fears back in my head. We was triggering each other and ever time I talked about it my feelings always ended up hurt. Looking back there was many red flags that I wasn’t aware of. My healing journey isn’t his, and his healing journey isn’t mine.

In May of this year I got diagnosed with Major Depression Disorder and it made me cry because it makes so much sense of why I was feeling the way I did and it went undiagnosed for too long, in my mind I thought I was fine but when I look back; I just want to give myself a big hug. My life felt like it was a mess. I didn’t know what depression was when I first knew something wasn’t right, I didn’t know what anxiety felt like. I didn’t know in Major Depression also ties in with anxiety and never knew which one was worse. The feeling of not being able to talk, the feeling I felt approaching a group of people, feeling alone and isolated. I don’t like putting it this way because many people struggle with mental illness of some sort but at the time I didnt know how to talk about how I felt. The times I was hard on myself; My friends were the ones to lift me up. When I thought I was the worst human being in the world my friends would remind me of how much I mattered and if I did commit suicide, how deeply I would be missed. My last episode scared me because it was one of the times I didn’t want to feel that way anymore because I have a son and I want to put my mental health first so I can take care of him properly. When I was going through my depression, I felt like I was the worst mom ever, going to his check ups always made me feel better because they reassured me that he’s healthy and happy. I love my baby with everything I got in the world, its been hard by myself but it will get better.

For the first time, I found love in myself, I am proud of who I am.

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