#this was a cathartic piece

[athenagranted]

the way i would pay for oliver to write meta about buck's character

#like. he Gets it. i've been thinking about buck in this ep for five days straight and he said it better in one sentence than any paragraph #i could ever come up with #people are arguing over whether buck #acted the way he did bc he wanted tommy's attention or eddie's attention or bc he was feeling left out or whatever but i don't think it's #any one thing i think it was just a general feeling of Wrongness when tommy showed up borne from thirty years of repressing his sexuality #and he tried to rationalize it as jealousy or whatever and worked through the fact that his behavior was completely unreasonable but #it wasn't until tommy kissed him that all of the rage that was trapped inside him was allowed to escape bc he finally had a name for it #he's been turning over parts of himself for years trying to find that final piece and getting more and more upset when it eludes him #n this kiss was the kind of cathartic relief that he so desperately needed bc it allowed him to understand what's been missing #anyway. oliver stark i love you so much i'm so grateful you play buck #buck #rae.txt #911

[stil-lindigo]

it’s 10pm. do you know who you are?

#this piece is a twist on those old PSAs that used to play on American TV reminding parents to check up on their children #it’s 10pm #do you know where your children are? #I’m co-opting that phrase for this piece and also as a general title for a new comic project #it’s tonally gonna be really different from soliloquy down to three #which was my previous comic project centered around dark sapphic stories #10pm is gonna be really introspective which is kind of cathartic but also has the capacity to send me spiraling again if I’m being honest #so let’s see how this goes #digital art #stillindigo art #its 10pm #stillindigo comics

[2aceofspades]

More than a nightmare

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#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #f!leo #f!mikey #rise casey #bad future rottmnt #wrong fabricated time branch #i really let my feelings guide this piece.. #ah...how cathartic #:)

[ashtrayfloors]

When other people I knew in grad school read Kathy Acker’s books they were shocked. Appalled. Particularly most of the budding young feminists. I actually began weeding out women friends by their reactions to her books. The ones that smiled and lowered their eyes with sly understanding and touched themselves, I kept. The ones that freaked out, well, they were idiots. Once I read a paragraph from Empire of the Senseless in my theory of gender class and one of the women began to cry and ran out and barfed. No shit. Pussy, I thought.

—Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water

#quotations #lidia yuknavitch #kathy acker #the chronology of water #i think of this so so often #because i had a similar experience in undergrad #but was thinking of it again recently because i noticed a distinct split in the reactions of my women and nonbinary friends re: poor things #(note: i am not saying ‘women and enbies’ because i think they’re the same obvs #i’m just using it to denote ‘any friend who’s not a man’) #so #some are in the ‘smiling and lowering their eyes and touching themselves’ category #like: ‘i related to bella because xyz and therefore i loved it’ #and some are in the ‘crying and barfing’ category #like: ‘i was super triggered and thought the depictions of sexuality were problematic and horrible’ #i mean i’m not going to weed out friends because of it #but it’s…interesting #makes me think of that post that’s like #a piece of art can be triggering and awful for someone and healing and cathartic for someone else

[ohnoitsjetster]

Guys I think high school is killing me

#im so fuckin dead #if only there was some cathartic piece of media which reflected this sentiment #starkid #nerdy prudes must die #hatchetfeild #npmd #this has been sitting in my drafts #for a while #but now it’s Christmas break #so highschool isn’t killing me so bad #yay

[jadesarerocks]

Me(an Asian transmasc) seeing Zoro for the first time: He’s perfect

#projects all feelings of dysphoria and being transmasc onto Zoro #because it’s fun and cathartic #I just think he’s neat #i did say (I like him) the first time I saw Zoro #one piece #roronoa zoro #Zoro #trans zoro

[groenendaelfic]

A Dutiful Welcome (5412 words) by groenendael

Summary: His Majesty The King of Sweden and his very male, very biracial Consort arrive in London for a state visit. Philip’s duty as heir is to welcome them graciously and with all the honors befitting their station. Philip has thoughts. Wilhelm and Simon are in love.

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Young Royals (TV 2021), Red White & Royal Blue (2023)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Simon Eriksson/Wilhelm, Martha Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor/Philip Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor (mentioned)

Characters: Philip Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Wilhelm (Young Royals), Simon Eriksson, Martha Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

Additional Tags: King Wilhelm (Young Royals), King Consort Simon, POV Outsider, POV Philip Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, state visit, Philip Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Being an Asshole, but only internally, because Wilmon outrank him, Duty, Decorum, protocol, Versus, Homophobia, Racism, Classism, or something, Simon Eriksson is a Little Shit, Wilhelm is a Little Shit (Young Royals), Future Fic, Not Britpicked, Canon - Movie, Philip is not envious of anything whatsoever at all, Wilmon only have eyes for each other

Series: Part 1 of Kings in London

#uh #I strongly suspect that the audience for this self-indulgent piece of pretentiousness is limited to one (me) #and I wasn't going to share #but it was super cathartic to write #and I needed some way of getting my writing groove back #and willensimme offered to offer a second opinion #and thought it not the worst #so thank willensimme for this ever seeing the light of day #thank you you rock! #kings in london #young royals #young royals fic #wilmon #pov outsider #rwrb #new fic

[c-hrona]

Commission for @joeys-piano :3

More commission infos!

#trigun #nicholas d. wolfwood #chronart #commission #loved working on these pieces #should draw backgrounds more ofter because they are quite cathartic to do

[artemis-pendragon]

In one of my linguistics classes in college we looked at an experiment where two people stuck their hands in buckets of ice water for as long as they could. One wasn't allowed to swear. The other was. The one who could swear lasted way longer with their hand in the ice, demonstrating how swearing actually increases pain tolerance. So anyway what I'm saying is that if I ever see anyone calling Ashton Greymoore's constant swearing 'edgy' ever again I'm gonna give them something to swear about

#literally its the most cathartic thing ever #i have horrible periods and saying 'shit balls piece of fuck asshole dickhead taint' is all that gets me thru sometimes lmfao #ashton greymoore #critical role #bell's hells #taliesin jaffe #linguistics

[tilting-at-windmills]

I could use nice

My insomnia's been kicking my ass and I'm still getting over this virus and I have so much work to do on something I liked and the acceptance to rejection ratio is never in our favor long and--

I just need--

more

#personal #if you've got some you can give #i'm writing a somewhat traumatic though hopefully ultimately cathartic poetry collection right now #and i just want to be good enough #and there is so much beauty that's happening for me and in the dark moments i can't see it and i hate myself for that #and what happens if when i put a piece of my soul out in the world... people don't like it?

[selenealwayscries]

havent watched tommys video in full yet but from everything ive seen i think he was incredibly based and deserves $100000 for every joke he makes at dr**ms expense

#moondrop.txt #tommyinnit #also . unfortunately #dreamwastaken #for the girlies who wouldnt touch this groomers name with a 10 foot pole #as an ex dream stan everything this man has done since the grooming allegations has been nothing but literal jokes #so it felt really cathartic to see tommy airing out the same sentiments as i had on this piece of shit ^_^ #also for any dream stans who wants to send me threats of any sort . my anons are Not on ^_^ #if you want me to kms youll say it to my face with your own fucking name attached ^_^

[skyward-floored]

I finally completed the Anju and Kafei quest 😭

#spoilers in tags no peeking if you don't want spoilers #rambles from the floor #majora's mask #peggy plays majora's mask #Peggy plays #anyways hhhwwwwwaaauugghghgh #took me forever to remember how to do the parts I'd already done I remembered only pieces #but i finally got to the last bit #I didn't know where Kafei was #I'd looked all over #but I found Anju #and she said she was going to wait for him #so I sat next to her and waited #because I didn't want her to be alone while the world was ending #and right as I was wondering if I should go look for Kafei again and running through what to try in the next cycle THE DOOR CLICKS #AND KAFEI WALKS IN #AND THEY HUG AND THEY DO THE THING AND THE MASK😭 #and I hold off on crying because my siblings were watching but it was a very near thing #and I probably shouldn't be playing this game while I'm already sad/not doing great but #oh well #sniffle. #and anyway there's something weirdly comforting about mm #like it's dark and painful and terrifying #but it's cathartic #and I like that #idk

[eldritchqueerture]

good to know part 26 absolutely breaks me every fucking time

#niki.rambles #malevolent #definitely not sobbing uncontrollably rn #this is the most cathartic piece of media ive ever witnessed #'how could they have won? we're nowhere near finished' how about i just launch myself directly into the sun

[spirit-praise-and-beauty]

if ever the creature saw hope outside its jar, it would crawl out... no matter the cost.

#danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #danganronpa fanart #kirumi tojo #my fanart #my art #my buddy said they would commission me for a kirumi piece one day #needless to say i did not take payment and just did it #this one was pretty fun and kind of cathartic #i have a lot of symbolism with kiyo and centipedes bc of the anthology so this is also partially a ship piece ;) #i just realized i forgot the web on her dress. #it's fine. #sorry </3

[godsweakestsoldier]

“one scene” 🥺🥺 🤝 one fear 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

if you listen really carefully you can hear me shaking like a tiny beetle with a sword facing down a lawnmower 🥺🪲🗡️😭😭😭

Oh my sweet friend, do not be afraid, it's just a *checks word count* 1.2 k little scene. But, you are so brave in the face of the one fear. I hope you enjoy whatever this is. It's got your favorites, love you.

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“Bea,” Shannon starts. It’s the first time she’s spoken since she settled next to Beatrice. Knee bumping into her shoulder as she adjusts. A whisper breaking the silence that had been filled with hushed supplications.

Beatrice’s fingers ache as rosary beads work themselves through pinched fingers. They’re cool beneath skin, solid beneath callouses, heavy as they drag with each Hail Mary. Lips wrapped around words, praise that she couldn’t remember learning yet mutters all the same. There will be bruises, and she knows that. Blossoming across her knees from where she kneels and knuckles where she clutches the rosary. She doesn’t care.

Polished oak creaks as Shannon shifts her weight. Heat growing prominent from the movement, a constant rolling heat that Beatrice had begun to associate with her from their first moments. A fire capable of consuming.

“Bea,” there’s steel in her voice now, not harsh nor chastising, but it’s there. Her hand warm as it wraps around Beatrice’s clasped hands, “Beatrice, that’s enough.”

It’s the formality that causes her to stop, not the words. The sudden shock of her name, of vocal chords dipped in steel. Shannon’s fingers twitch where they rest against blood-soaked hands. A few flecks of dried blood breaking free, floating to the wood beneath them, disappearing into the darkness. Dried blood cracks as Beatrice finally opens her eyes. Their hands are cascaded in the soft yellow lights, darkening the maroon blood coating her fingers. Deep blue beads catch the soft glow of artificial candlelight.

“I’m sorry,” Shannon whispers, barely audible over the sound of the heater buzzing above them.

“No.”

There’s a sigh of resignation that emerges from her chest, and Beatrice watches her shadow become distorted—passing over pews, stopping just before the steps to the small altar. Feels the weight of Shannon sliding onto the kneeler, air escaping in protest. Watches as she removes her hand, makes the sign of the cross with her precision, and there’s silence.

Familiarity seeps in and sinks beneath cutaneous tissue and tendons and sinew. Settles against her bones, filters into marrow to be circulated through her body again. Kneeling, fingers held high with bowed head. Beatrice couldn’t count the amount of she had done this, with her parents, the bordering school. It had been months since she had stepped foot in a church, taken communion, confessed. Her communion, her refugee, currently lay sprawled out in a hospital bed.

“I’m sorry.”

“Shan, please,” Beatrice breathes, gentle and heavy, and it sits strangely in her mouth. It’s wrong. Wrong to consciously speak after relying on muscle memory, on scriptures and prayers cemented in her head.

Her eyes flicker up, meeting the clock held aloft by a long-forgotten string. 2100, just over two hours.

“Beatrice,” it’s a plea and a command wrapped into one, “look at me.”

Reluctantly, Beatrice turns her attention towards the woman beside her. Takes in the black sweatshirt emblazoned with a small halo in the right corner, the way it sags around the shoulders, clearly made to accommodate border shoulders. Trapezius and deltoids, she reminds herself. It’s Mary’s, of course, it’s Mary’s. The smaller hairs that had escaped her braid framing her head. There’s desperation in her eyes underneath dark circles; it is nothing like the Shannon that Beatrice knows.

“Shan-.”

Shannon’s hands unfold from where they rest against the back of a pew, one gripping onto wood, the other closing the gap between them. Her fingers resting over bone and cartilage.

“No, you don’t get to Shan me, not right now,” Shannon says, the steel sneaking back into her voice, “you only get to listen to me and that’s it, do you understand?”

Beatrice nods, because she is nothing but obedient, and it’s Shannon who sits next to her. Her fingers start to unlace hers, gently unwrapping taunt fingers. Allowing the beads to drop, dangle and reflect golden light across the curve of Shannon’s jaw.

“We didn’t know where you went, didn’t know if you were alive or not. You could’ve been dead or bleeding out somewhere,” she pauses, gently lifting the rosary from Beatrice’s hand. “And, when we found you, you blatantly ignored me,” Shannon’s fingers land on the curve of her jaw, her thumb brushing back one of the fallen strands. “Beatrice, you’re supposed to be the smart one.”

“I know,” Beatrice replies, and it’s smaller than she’d like.

“No, I don’t think you do because if you did, you would’ve stayed with us or at least told one of us where you’d go,” there’s a softness to her voice, a slight uptick of her lips, “you’re lucky I’m patient.”

“Lily?” a silent, desperate prayer manifested finally into words. Beatrice can feel tears well, the sting as one slips across broken skin, shame reaching out across her chest cavity.

“Will be okay,” Shannon answers, gently brushing the pad of her thumb across the curve of a cheekbone. Her eyes soften slightly, a glimpse of gentleness hidden in their depth. “I promise you I would never lie to you,” she mutters, lips warm against Beatrice’s brow.

“Is she awake?”

“No, not yet.”

Something deep within Beatrice cracks, some edifice crumbling underneath the confirmation. The tendrils of shame gradually retreat in the light of relief. Warm fingers move across taunt muscles, sternocleidomastoid, and tuck underneath strands of hair. Shannon’s here and present; she can smell the slight acidity of coffee. She’s not alone anymore. They, Shannon and her, kneeling with foreheads pressed together, remind her of that fact.

“The others?” Beatrice whispers, her eyes fluttering shut.

“Are okay, although I think Cam may have walked a rut into the waiting room’s carpet.”

She smiles then, for the first time in hours since the fight. It’s small, barely noticeable, except for the slight upturn of her lip and dimple, “That sounds about right.”

Shannon chuckles and the sound chases away the shame entirely, at least for now. There’s an easiness to being around her, something Beatrice revels in, “Yeah it does. I love you, you know that right?”

Beatrice hums in acknowledgment.

“I love you, but you look like shit,” Shannon continues, her hand leaving its resting place at the nap of Beatrice’s neck. Warmth fleeting as she moves away. Cartilage cracks as Beatrice hears her stand, opening her eyes. Blue refracting from the rosary dangling from her fingers, coating the kneeling woman in light. “Do you promise not to start praying again if I give you your rosary back?”

“I promise.”

It’s offered then by two fingers held aloft between the two women. A golden crucifix dangling before her face, Beatrice takes it with her right hand.

“If Mary asks, I gave you this,” Shannon says, her hands coming to the collar of the sweatshirt. Beatrice watches her pull the sweatshirt over her head, and traces the plane of abdominal muscles as her shirt rides up, corded muscles flexing with the movement. Until she stands there in a grey tank top, coated in shadow, St. Christopher medallion glinting, her sweatshirt held out in silent offer.

“Shannon,” Beatrice starts.

“Just put it on. I’m not about to be seen escorting a blood-soaked woman through a hospital.”

Beatrice reaches out, taking the slightly worn fabric in her hand. It smells faintly of incense, myrrh and frankincense, and distantly of gunpowder. Sacredness in both senses of the word. It’s surprisingly soft as she pulls it over her head, avoiding the fresh clot on her cheekbone. Lose around the shoulders and waist, yet comforting.

“Come on,” Shannon says, offering her hand at last, which Beatrice takes and is pulled to her feet. Hands come up, placing the hood over her head, “Let’s get you back where you belong, yeah?”

#technically boxing au but wherever you want to put it #this has been a very cathartic piece #because I have always considered bea and shannon to be em #and yeah #did I cry at certain points of this? absolutely #I hope it's good #a personal thank you to the cathedral singers and their album of catholic chants #been my soundtrack writing this #particularly o sons and daughters and litany of the saints #if you know you know #love you #shannon masters #sister beatrice #warrior nun #boxing au #mywn #anais's work

[sukehiroselei]

i love u Franky

#one piece #cyborg franky #e watches op #e watches op: zou #one piece zou #franky is the love of my life #franky building anything is deeply cathartic for me. idk how to explain it 🤷🏻‍♀️ #cutty flam