#such a fucking cope out

[ihateliterature]

It's very interesting how anti-fujos will say that they want more wholesome content and content made by gay men and that wholesome stories made by gay men are the only true good representation, because there is a gay man who made a really popular wholesome comic and what they did to him was very telling...

#fujoshi #fudanshi #fujin #transmasc #gay trans man #yes this is about boyfriends #and then making whole essays excusing it bc it was allegedly bad representation #such a fucking cope out #just say you hate gay trans men and go #at this point just call him a straight woman it's less embarrassing to you #what the internet did to ray for daring to be a gay trans man making tooth rotting fluff about loving men is just...

[iridescentbeetlezzebug]

Good omens 3 but like Hozier is playing Jesus

#to cope with this show ive decided to say the most out of the pocket things #good omens #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #this #archangel fucking gabriel #hozier #unreal unearth #ineffable beurocracy #beelzebub #gabriel / jim

[cringefail-clown]

#homestuck #homestuck fanart #karkat vantas #kankri vantas #love it how their coping mechanism for being opressed was just “yeah actually the regime is right we SHOULD be culled” #someone make a earth c fic where they hash out how fucked up their lives were and bond over it #we NEED more sibling vibes vantases

[lesbaurinkos]

manchester eye (and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you

don’t even have a name for)

#(shaking like a leaf) do you. Remember. The time. #i just ummmm. basically i just ummmmm. well this is me coping with my finals! #it’s 4 am. but i had to get this out there. im fucking crazy but im free #something something i would have fed her a copy of crush and kept her alive forever!!!!! #grinning so sickly at u all. hope this helps everyone on this lovely night. morning #phan #:] #dnp #phanart

[turns-out-its-adhd]

#tw sucidal ideation #adult adhd #adhd #tired #run out of fucks #not coping #seriously fuck this shit #everything is breaking and and I'm cold and tired and I just can't anymore #tw depressing thoughts

[convoloutedinjoke]

If Harry’s tragedy is that he can’t go on like this but he has to, Kim’s tragedy is that he doesn’t have to go on like this but he will.

#disco elysium #Anyone about to write an essay on this wrt. Kim’s capacity for change: yes. That’s the problem. #Harry is stuck in the RCM because a lifetime of disability and a lack of outside support have rendered him unable to adapt #Kim is stuck in the RCM because hes too fucking adaptable. He copes too well with his adverse circumstances to recognise when he should dip #The cage is open the window is thrown wide he’s just built a nest in there and the cats don’t swat at it enough to make him want to leave #Anyway was thinking about this after someone posted about the no recruiting Kim ending. Sad for them! They need each other a little! #(Harry’s cage is also open but it’s suspended from a 60ft tree and he is a legless penguin) #(“You can just leave” onlookers call up to him “come down here. go hang out in the shack with the other flightless birds. It’ll be fine”) #(Not really accounting for how he’s supposed to get down there in the first place)

[coldbasementruins]

THAT'S IT.

YOU WILL NEVER HEAR FROM ME EVER AGAIN.

YOU DON'T GET IT.

REI AND KAZUKI STARTED A DINER.

FRENCH TOAST IS REI'S SIGNATURE DISH.

THEY STILL KEEP CONTACT WITH KARIN AND KYU-CHAN.

THEY ARE STILL HAPPY TOGETHER.

THEY ARE FUCKING FAMILY.

I AM EMOTIONALLY UNWELL.

#YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME #HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COPE #I AM CRYING MY EYES OUT #GOD HELP ME #I CANT BELIEVE ITS OVER #FUCKING HELL #I AM NEVER EMOTIONALLY RECOVERING FROM THIS #buddy daddies

[weaponizedducks]

poor shiro cannot catch a fucking break can he. first he gets a crippling disease he's got two years to live. then an angsty wattpad breakup with his boyfriend then he gets kidnapped by aliens and pumped full of alien weed then he crashes on earth with so much walking midlife crisis energy that he gains the skinning puppies to make a fur coat hair, and then he immediately gets shot right back into space by his shittass little brother and weirdo friends with the literal matt clone. then this poor man is made the leader of an alien war, becomes a father to four fuckass teenagers through accidental child acquisition, is forced into the kim kardashian lifestyle by a ginger on drugs, gets kidnapped again, gets cloned, fucking dies, somehow comes back (yeah I'm not really clear about this) then this pathetic wet cat of a man, this stressed jean valjean father of four, experiencing his fourth midlife crisis and millionth mental breakdown, gains that senior citizen swag at twenty five. you could colour match his hair with a polar bear. then he witnesses a walking loreal ad (derogatory) get melted alive, watches a castle get blown up, loses three years in a space time jump and then finds out his ex- fiance who broke up with him right before he left has fucking died in a purple thumb invasion before he got to marry him. but oh no no no that's not the end for this poor sad man. poor guy doesn't get a second to grieve before he is visually assaulted by a less cunty sue sylvester ripoff and her gang of bitchy cheerios (this is admiral s*nda), and yet again made a leader against his will, and shot right back off into space again. then he watches the only other responsible adult in this entire franchise (hot badass space princess who like shiro did not catch a break) sacrifice herself and is left a struggling father. ends up marrying some random fucko. all while suffering through his shitass hot topic brother and blueberry disaster's doomed yaoi romance. oh yeah and he's only got one arm. give the guy a BREAK. FREE my man he doesn't deserve this 🔥🔥

#you have no idea how long it took to type that out #i was in a fit of rage #seriously let him REST #either the writers fucking hated him or they loved him so so much #i know this because whenever i love a character i like to create the most horrific angsty lore for them imaginable #shiro #takashi shirogane #voltron #shadam #adam voltron #no i'm still pissed abt adam literally what the fuck #broganes #klance #they should have called the voltron tv show keeping up with the coalition #voltron legendary disappointment #voltron legendary defender #blue has a fat rant #making ranty posts on tumblr is my way of coping #rant

[average-hua-cheng-fan]

what did it do to hua cheng psychologically to keep killing qi rong i wonder. just cause he looks so similar to xie lian. maybe that's a part of why he hates qi rong so much.

#hua cheng seething and coping because qi rong is the closest thing he has to xie lian but he fucking HATES that guy #yin yu: why do you keep specifically seeking out a wrath you find disgusting? hua cheng: how about we stop talking for a little while #the personal vendetta.. yeah #i think its a bit more complicated though #i speak #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #qi rong #hua cheng #hualian #xie lian #xianle #heaven official's blessing #hob #tgcf meta

[mamawasatesttube]

timcassie is so compelling to me. they were not into each other even a little bit. it was such a messy coping mechanism fuelled entirely by grief. they were making out with each other because they were both substituting each other for kon. cassie was far more aware she was doing this than tim was. unironically, dating a girl here is one of the gayest things tim has done

#rimi talks #it is SO messy and its so fun. i don't think geoff even realized the implications but they sure are there when you read it #god... you know its BAD when modern comics have me missing tt03 of all Fucking comics #but like. todays ''tell don't show'' writers would N E V E R do something this interesting #tom taylor would be all. oh! tim we shouldn't kiss. i'm just substituting you for kon because i miss him and you were his best friend! #and then he'd have tim go oh wow cassie you're right i didn't realize that! my bad. all forgiven? yay!!! :) #GOD YOU KNOW ITS BAD OUT HERE WHEN I THINK *GEOFF* DID SOMETHING RIGHT. GOD. GOD #GEOFF MY MORTAL ENEMY GEOFF. grits teeth yeah geoffrey i have to give you this one............ #its just such a deliciously unhealthy coping mechanism. theyre a MESS. theyre using each other. theyre only able to go on bc of each other #its not a romance but it IS a codependency #bart isn't even dead yet when this happens. like. he's just off being the flash. #bart (extremely depressed bc he couldnt stop sbp and hold him in the speed force forever): :| ok #not his circus. not his monkeys. #well it is his monkeys even if he left the circus. but he's too depressed to deal with it #but its so fun. this relationship is haunted. there's a ghost in the middle. they both want to kiss him instead of each other. #tim #cassie #timcassie

[celluloidbroomcloset]

Goddamn, I gotta stop watching this fucking scene, man.

"I should've let the English kill you. This...whatever it is that you've become is a fate worse than death."

Fuck, man, should've taken his other leg too.

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd season 1 #izzy hands #edward teach #i would really like to know how anyone justifies that one #but actually i don't want to know because jesus fucking christ #what a thing to say to a man who's literally just trying to clean up his cabin and cope with having his heart ripped out

[nyctocollective]

friendly reminder that plurality is caused by trauma. trauma is defined as an event that has a severe negative impact on oneself. there are going to be dark parts of plurality that no one wants to talk about. the brain created you to cope with what it went through. it's okay to have parts (or wholes) that have “twisted” desires, attractions, innerworld or external relationships, sexual or emotional needs, etc. other people might call you disgusting, evil, immoral, but it's just part of being traumatized. it's going to be unpleasant or unsightly.

read the tags.

#shout out to our multiple pairs of siblings who fuck because of the shit our mom and dad put us through with our sister #shout out to our child alters that would put themselves in dangerous situations with irl adults if we didn't healthily satisfy them #because of what our dad and various friends much older than us did to us #shout out to our various alters with non-con fantasies‚ whether its having it done or doing it‚ because we were accused of doing it to our #family and having it done to us before we were even double digits #you might think we're disgusting but this is how the brain copes #being groomed is not an experience you shake off easily #being manipulated and abused is not an experience you shake off easily #15 years of being groomed is going to make our brain do some “twisted” shit #am i scared of posting this because a friend of mine has this account? yeah. but whatever im sure itll be fine hahah. #system #did #did system #actually did #cdid #plural system #sysblr #osdd #did osdd #osdd system #endos dni #plurality is a trauma response xoxo

[boyrobott]

#except for the 2003 version because 2003 tenma is That Bitch who would weaponize the fuck out of his diagnoses #“SOME PEOPLE????? COMMIT DOMESTIC TERRORISM????? TO COPE????" #astro boy #tetsuwan atom #mighty atom #memes #onward and queueward

[factorialsotherfandoms]

"Do you think Philza's okay?"

Fit rolls over to look at Pac, his roommate staring up at the ceiling. He reaches over, cautiously offering his hand. Pac, of course, takes it just as hesitantly.

"Cell's back, maybe after you, and you're worried about Phil?" Okay, so Fit is worried too, but his point is well made. Pac had only told him some of the situation, in whispered tones and terrified whimpers a few hours ago, and he was worrying about someone who was at least safe?

Pac turns his head, and looks Fit dead in the eye. "You're with me. I know you won't let anyone hurt me. But who's with him?"

"He's safe enough," Fit says. "Physically at least."

"He just didn't seem, ah," Pac struggles with his words for a moment. "Well?"

"It's not really my place to say," he replies. "But he's Philza. He'll be fine."

"Will he?" Pac asks, fretting already. "If the Federation is inside his head, making him see things..."

It's a worry Fit has too, one he really doesn't want to think about. He wants to pretend that his old friend is fine, that going and murdering blazes and magma cubes will have fixed everything. He needs to believe it, because the alternative... The alternative is there's nothing he can do.

"Do you really believe him?" Pac asks. "That there was a book there."

"Yes."

"Why?"

Fit sighs, and sits up. He turns on the lamp and stretches, looking around his room of missing texture flooring and ugly walls - the safest place he could think to bring Pac when he heard the news.

"It's not the first time," Fit says. "Phil... He swears it was a dream, that he was just sleeping. He wasn't. Tubbo and me? We checked every corner of his house. He wasn't there. Then he takes us to where he thought he was taken and he swears there's nothing weird about it? But it's full of parrots - they shouldn't have spawned there. Tubbo even found an avocado sapling."

"Philza has a lot of avocados," Pac agrees. "You think the Federation took him?"

"I'm not sure, it's not their usual behaviour," Fit frowns. "But I don't know who else it would be?"

"The codes?"

"Maybe." Fit cracks his head to the side. "But I know Phil. Whatever he saw? It terrified him. And anything that scares Philza Minecraft is nothing you ever want to see."

"Should we ask him if we can visit?" Pac has a calculating look on his face. "I can cry scared all over again, I just need to remember why. And his bunker is very safe. They might look for me in your house, but they'd never think of his."

"Why? Is my company not good enough for you?" Fit is mostly teasing.

Mostly.

"No! No, no, no," Pac waves his hands in a desperate attempt to be understood. "I just... I'm worried, you know?"

"Yeah..." Fit sighs. "Yeah, I'm worried too... I'll ask him."

Pac nods, and Fit types.

You whisper to Ph1LzA: Can I bring Pac over? We might need to stay the night.

Ph1LzA whispers to you: sure mate

Ph1LzA whispers to you: is everything okay?

You whisper to Ph1LzA: We'll explain when we get there

That's the end of that; Fit shows his communicator to Pac, who agrees.

"I'm not really faking the tears," Pac promises, already tearing up. "I just don't think about it, and then it isn't real."

Pac's not the only one acting like that, Fit presumes; Philza's constant denials even with evidence in front of him... Whatever the fuck happened in that forest, it's nothing good. Something so terrible believing his memory is at fault is somehow better.

"To Phil and Missa," Fit reminds Pac, not really needing it.

They warp together, and at the same time.

---

Philza is waiting at the top of the hatch when the pair arrive. To most people he would look entirely normal, but Fit can see the way his eyes flitter as he waves. Pac waves back, while Fit gives his traditional "oi!!!"

Philza laughs, and leads them down into the basement.

"What's up?" he asks the two of them. "Need more toast or something? I thought you were both asleep."

"No, um," Fit looks to Pac, realising they didn't quite work out what to say.

"Bagi told me more about the murders," is what Pac says, his voice dropping very quiet as he does. "She thinks... We think someone from my past is on the island."

"Shit," Philza closes his eyes for a moment. "How bad is it?"

"Last time I saw him," Pac's pace picks up; Fit squeezes his shoulder as he sees panic come in. "Last time... He nearly killed me. And the messages..." Pac grabs the hand on his shoulder and squeezes it back. "Some of them might be addressed to me."

Philza doesn't ask questions, he just glances around his children's bedroom, then looks at Fit. Fit meets his eyes.

Philza sighs, and caves.

"Alright," he says. "Do you want to sleep in Chayanne's room? I can adjust the door to just the three of us, Missa, and my eggs for now."

Fit knows it isn't for Pac's sake that Philza is changing the doors, he knows it for sure.

They get their beds set up, tucked behind the chests where a casual observer cannot see. Philza doesn't have a bed, but Fit makes them for him and Pac, placing them tucked away.

"Would you stay with us?" Fit asks, before his old friend can slip away.

Philza looks genuinely surprised by the request, "why, mate? I'll just be in the eggs' room."

"Safety in numbers, right?" Pac asks, glancing between the two. "I would... Feel safer if you were here too."

Fit knows its a manipulation tactic to convince Philza to stay, to make sure the old crow is not alone. It still rings so very true - and so very against everything ingrained within Fit's soul.

It's fine. For a few nights he can manage it, if its what his two closest friends need.

"Alright," Philza hesitates, but comes over and sits on the edge of Pac's bed. He takes off his backpack, and leans his scythe just in reach. Pac and Fit take the opportunity to remove their prosthetics, hastily reattached to travel over here, and stretch.

When Philza stands again, both of them can see how unstable he looks.

"Let's push our beds together," Fit says. "If we put Pac between us, there isn't an angle they can get him from."

Philza looks at Fit, and knows exactly what he's doing. Still, Philza crafts up a third bed, and squishes it between the two.

He nearly falls as he walks around to do it; Fit catches him, helps him steady, but is brushed off before he can say a word.

"Alright," Philza says. "Pac in the middle then. You won't get too warm, will you?"

"I'm Brazilian," Pac says. "It's always too cold here now Mike is gone."

They both see how heavily Philza drops to the bed, curling himself back to Pac and defensively ready. Fit, on his side, curls close to Pac - his one arm over him.

It's not really a surprise how quickly Pac falls asleep, with the sheer trauma and strain of the day on his back. He quickly falls into dreams, and Fit can only hope they are kind.

"Phil," he asks, once he knows Pac is asleep. "Won't you sleep?"

"You needed a guard," Philza says.

"You know we don't. You and I? We'll wake if anything so much as tests the hatch."

It's true, and they both know it.

Philza, however, doesn't speak.

At least, not for a long time; Fit considers conversation a lost cause and is about to give up and call this good enough when he hears Philza again, voice broken just like it was in the garden.

"If I sleep, will I wake?" is what Philza asks, whispered almost silently. "How will I know when the world is real again? What will I see this time?"

"I'll make sure you wake up," Fit promises, because he can. "And I'll do something to make you absolutely certain its really me."

"Promise?"

Philza sounds so weak, so small like this. Fit... Fit cannot stand it, not at all. He reaches a little further, and manages to put his hand on Phil's shoulder.

Philza's own hand reaches over, clinging to it.

"I promise," Fit says. "We'll wake you if we leave. We won't let anything weird happen, its just sleep."

Philza turns, and his eyes do not seem to trust Fit. But they are also exhausted, and desperate, and terrified.

"Go to sleep, Phil. I won't until you do."

"I'm sorry," Philza whispers, sounding absolutely broken. "Thank you. Both of you. I know... I'm sorry."

Fit squeezes his shoulder again.

"It'll be alright," Fit replies. "I've got you. I've got both of you. It's going to be okay."

Nothing else is said before they eventually fall asleep.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp philza #qsmp fit #qsmp pac #this is what I actually wanted to write today but working out the stuff with Bagi as well was hard #coping mechanism: worry about someone else instead of yourself #none of them are okay and they all need a hug #they got one in canon! #this is some more #and now my hands are completely dead #fuck three minifics in a day ow #brain really is just on nyoom today #it will not shut up #ao3 might take a bit see hand complaints #i'd like to get it up before bed but we'll see if I can handle the mouse #else it'll be... sometime tomorrow I have meetings

[spineless-lobster]

One week until ghosts officially ends which means one week until I finally lose my grip on reality and spiral into unrelenting insanity

#Y’ALL I AM STILL NOT READY WHAT THE FUCK 😭 #ghosts has been for me through like the hardest part of my life (so far) this is like saying goodbye to a life raft while out at sea #I’ll cope somehow (rewatching episodes) but I think there will always be a ghosts-shaped hole in my heart #bbc ghosts

[cupophrogs]

1. Dog day…why did you say when you saw your husbands picture “ he’s alive????” Did you think he was dead.

"The passage of time is worthless when you there's nothing you can count on, except pain. So I always assumed my past life, and everything in it, was already gone. Hope is a very fickle thing, down here."

(Based on this song)

#my neck hurts #I was originally going to turn this into a full animation - buut halfway through I'm like “fuck that actually” #relining the double frames was time consuming enough LMAO #I'm still pretty happy with how it turned out though! #Also if you're not really a fan of choral music I BEG of you to chekc out these composers: #Daniel Elder #Jake Runestad #randal stroope #and Moses Hogan #Some of my favorite composers of all fucking time #like holy shit #im such a choral nerd lmao #ask the three d's #the three d's #dogday #dogday poppy playtime #featured: kissy missy #featured: poppy #Charles poppy playtime #Drew drives a station wagon #he got his friend to paint little designs on it #phrart #art #also yes that IS a Rich puppet in Charles' lap #bro misses his hubby okay he needs to cope somehow #he's not delusional tho dw #it's just his way of keeping the memory alive since his memory is ass (me too Charles me too)