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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 5 months
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Person: God, you’re such a useless sack of shit!
Infinity, on the verge of a PTSD-fueled breakdown and in tears with his voice trembling: Thank you for coming to pickup, sir. J-James is getting his shoes on, sir.
Kill Code Moon, putting his hands on Infinity’s shoulders and looming over the human menacingly: James will be ready soon, will that be a problem, little vile creature?
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demiboydemon · 3 months
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My new therapist: your mental health isn’t perfect, but it’s nothing to be ashamed of :) if you broke your arm, you wouldn’t be ashamed of that
Me, internally: bold of you to assume I would be unashamed of a broken arm
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aduckmurder · 1 year
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pfhwrittes · 11 days
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Price as Dr. Cox is REALLY doing it for me P…
-✨♥️🗡
-PS How are you healing??
hi ✨♥️🗡! i've missed you!
i'm healing up great! i'd like to be able to move my arms a little bit more but i'm not too sore. (hey that rhymed!)
oooooh i know. grizzled, competent, and direct dr price is definitely doing things for me too.
the thought of him taking gaz aside in the break room and telling him to "draw a line under it. wherever you need it to be." after gaz struggles to let go of a patient.
the way he'd be so so careful with patients he knows needs a delicate touch and incredibly caustic to arseholes that are wasting his time.
the way he'd enjoy working with dr farah karim at every opportunity and let her take control over a patient's care because she was his best and brightest intern and now she's a fantastic doctor in her own right.
the way he'd work seamlessly with dr simon riley who he knows has a soft spot for kids despite the way he scares the hell out of the parents.
the way he'd rein in johnny's firecracker nature and try to direct it somewhere productive.
the way he'd hide out on the roof smoking with kate and shooting the shit, her complaining about nik's eccentricities and him asking about how things are with the missus.
price dodging nikolai's attempts at getting him nominated for an award because he considers it "a load of bloody nonsense, nik".
price being respectful of alex because alex refers to him as "captain" which is a title he hasn't heard in years.
and an added semi-angsty thought under the cut (tw for alcoholism and ptsd mention)
price who manages his worst habit by keeping an unopened bottle of scotch in one of the cabinets in his kitchen at home and a 2 year sobriety chip in his pocket so that when things seem to be at their most hopeless he can put both on the counter and stare at them both until he finally makes a decision for which he'll reach for to see him through.
yeah. whew. i have plenty of price as dr cox thoughts rattling around up here.
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hadesisqueer · 1 year
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Just saw a rape joke and I got triggered so badly that I started kicking things.
You see, when I was a child, I was sexually abused.
The boy was older than me; not an adult, but but definitely a teenager, he was at least thirteen. I was very young, maybe four or five years old.
I don't think I knew him before that, but we were bored, and there was a ball, so he started playing soccer with me. And I think I got tired, and we sat down away from adults. And he started insisting. I remember being very uncomfortable and crying, not knowing what was going on, and he told me afterwards not to tell my parents because they'd be mad at me. So I didn't.
Being honest, I don't remember much of it. It's blurry. I blocked it out for years, and I think I still block some parts out. I can remember what color the soccer ball was but I can't remember the boy's face. Or even if it happened more than once: some memories differ from the other, so it might have happened more times. Or maybe I misremember things. I don't know.
Like I said, I entirely blocked it out for years. Until I was around sixteen, when I was watching a TV show, and they touched a similar topic. I started feeling bad, I didn't realize why. And I couldn't stop thinking about it. And then, a couple of days later, I had flashes of it, and I started remembering. And I had the worst panic attack of my life. My mother wanted to have me hospitalized, and I only started calming down when my sister came home and talked to me. And thus, my PTSD triggered 12 years later. I've been dealing with it for almost five years.
My parents were furious. Not at me, but at themselves for not realizing it at the time. I was so loving as a little girl, I loved hugging and being hugged, and then suddenly around that age, I started pushing people away when they touched me out of nowhere, and I became much more anxious, and lonelier, and much less talkative. That event, among other things, shaped who I was growing up to be. Why hadn't they noticed? They could have helped me sooner. They could have caught the boy and made sure he was punished.
I haven't told many people about this. The ones I did, had varied reactions. Most told me they were sorry for me, and that they were thankful I trusted them. One didn't believe me and thought I was faking it for attention. Another one questioned my sexual orientation, saying that maybe the reason I thought I didn't like boys was because one abused me as a child. I don't really talk to those two people anymore, as you can imagine.
And one paled because precisely, right before I told him, he had made a rape joke. He tried to explain the joke, but I just kept staring at him. He probably realized he had fucked up badly, because he ended up shutting up and leaving.
Rape jokes are disgusting. And when a victim confronts you about it, if you even try to explain yourself and why the joke is funny instead of immediately apologizing, you're just showing even more just how repulsive and miserable you are as a human being. Literally, go fuck yourselves.
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nitrozem · 2 months
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🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE - for the love of my life tony please :)
Thanks for the ask!!
(also tw for abuse/trauma mention)
🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?
Physical: He’s starting to get arthritis as he gets older but he just takes a pain killer and tries to forget about it, eye sights just getting worse too (Val’s worried bout him)
Mental: Anxiety and likely has some form of ptsd (from abusive childhood and the other wild and dangerous situations he’s been in) he’s in denial about. He doesn’t trust people easily and is usually hyper vigilant when he out and about. Especially when he was with Juni Que, when he was young. He’s seen some fucked up shit in his time and he never wants her to see that kinda shit. Sometimes he cannot sleep due to racing thoughts so he’s just up late sometimes wonder wtf to do. I guess now he’s usually not alone anymore (nocturnal werewolf husbando and all) so it’s not as bad as before.
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mywingsareonwheels · 1 year
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I’m still on my Fred Thursday bullshit <3
Here be spoilers for series 9 again, as well as the rest of the show too. ;-)
[checks] Yep, still heartsore that Thursday and Morse will never see each other again. Still filled with oodles of compassion and love for them both. Still very much of the opinion that their relationship, however fraught at times, was beautiful and rich and moving and lovely, and that most of the time they brought out the best in each other. Still very much of the opinion that the lessons Morse learns from Thursday are still with him in Inspector Morse, though by then with the welcome addition of those from McNutt. That one of the reasons why he comes to love Lewis so much is that here is another working-class family man who is very different from him but listens to his opinions, who is loyal and kind but no-nonsense, and who isn’t put off by the asperity and grumpiness and intensity of his demeanor. But one who is much happier in himself, and thus much calmer.
I’m still sad that Thursday made the mistakes he did in s9, and (of course) that that hurt Morse so profoundly, and that his final appearance is as someone so broken and unhappy and who now has to disappear with his wife and son. I mean, just... ow. But I think it really would be doing both him and the show a disservice to see that as the final and conclusive word on him as a character. Morse says Thursday was “the best” teacher in their final scene together, and he clearly means it. That final held gaze between the two of them is so moving and significant. And when Morse is singing “In Paradisum” with the choir and remembering people met over the course of the series, and smiling with what reads to me as a peaceful pleasure in having known them all, Thursday is the last and most important.
And I’m still happy that over the course of the show (including in s9, even in 9.3!) we did get to see so much of the other stuff: the heroism, the extreme altruism[1], the generosity, the open-mindedness, the warmth, the kindness. His defensive, panicked words about Raymond Kennett aside (which I think he’s ashamed of as soon as Morse calls him on them), Thursday is a fighter for the underdog. A man who treats victims who are young addicts or old homeless men or sex workers or others who get despised by others with profound respect, while letting his contempt for posh arseholes show almost as much as Morse’s does. The man of the coat blanket and “you’re alright, Morse” and “corned beef” and “take as long as you need” and “I’ve... it’s good to see you back”. Who’s an all-too rare representation in anything of a white working-class British man born in the early 20th century who is left-wing, anti-fascist, and who despite being very old-fashioned in some ways refuses to give into racism, misogyny, or homophobia. Who befriends an older man with dementia in s7 in one of the most moving scenes in the whole show. Who sees Morse’s PTSD in early s2 and takes it so seriously and compassionately, and who never quite gives up on getting the lad to look after himself, even though Morse resists him all the way. Who realises he needs to change as a father and as a husband and does so, repeatedly. Whose worst mistakes are always made for the sake of someone else (Morse and his family (inc. Charlie), of course, but he does most definitely stray for the sake of vulnerable strangers too), and most especially when the weight of the unspoken self-hatred gets too great. Who risks his life, reputation, and career repeatedly to save Morse (even at times when they’re barely on speaking terms), just as Morse does for him. Who very nearly dies at the end of s2 because a vulnerable young boy from a horrible background might just possibly be in a location and be saveable, even though he knows that it’s probably a trap.
He’s extraordinary. He’s flawed. He’s kind. He’s selfless. He’s vicious. He’s compassionate. He’s impatient. He loves intensely and profoundly and almost never manages to spit it out. His middle name is Albert but it might as well be Acts of Service. He’s almost as bad at accepting help and sympathy as Morse is, and almost as much in need of them. He’s a violent and angry man who craves peace and warmth and gentleness, and who keeps trying to provide them for others. He’s a man from an abusive[2], unloving, extremely impoverished background who has worked his whole life to build a far better future for his wife and children. He’s almost Morse’s opposite but he keeps choosing him over men he has far more in common with. He repeatedly fucks up. He forgives others almost too readily. He’s the best and wisest of men. He’s a childish, impatient twit who is painfully good at convincing himself what he wants to believe and is at times almost as emotionally cowardly as he is physically brave.
Above all, he’s so fucking human.
And he’s probably dying, or will be soon. The parallels between his “funny turn” in the quad and Morse’s experiences in “The Remorseful Day” are clearly not a coincidence. He’s too old and exhausted to go on the run, but he’ll do it for Sam’s sake and because he knows perfectly well that it’s his fault that it’s needed. He’d never have survived prison, even if he hadn’t been swiftly murdered there (which given the number of and calibre of his enemies - mostly acquired by doing heroic good - is rather a big “if”).
The words he says to Morse after Luisa’s death in “Sway” keeps resonating for me today: that despite appearances, she died of wounds. The trauma of the war just kept festering and - like the men whose injuries were profound but took a year or two to actually become fatal - that’s what she ultimately died of. Thursday’s never got over the war either, and I think in s9 (with the epic trauma conga line it throws at him) we finally see that catching up with him fully, both in his actions and in his suffering and the deterioration of his health. He’s in serious danger, at least, of dying of his wounds, and I think that Morse knows this even if Thursday doesn’t. Which for a show that has always been extremely compassionate in approach, and which has always taken trauma very seriously, is fitting, painful, powerful.
If he does get some more years than predicted, and even gets to heal a little, that’s very much thanks to Morse. Obviously in practical ways, but even more because we see in real time that Morse’s love and devotion and forgiveness work profound changes on Thursday in his final two scenes (oh goodness, someone give Roger Allam an award for that!!), especially as he very clearly really wasn’t expecting them. Which after he’s been betrayed by his brother, and hit by his son... oh, I can understand that loss of faith. :( But giving up the gun, letting himself be openly tearful(!), the praise, the little joke, coming damn close to actually spitting out the “l” word... That’s someone transformed, who is ready to do the emotional work he needs to do now to save his marriage, make a new start, help Sam stay sober and healing, lean in thoroughly to his (extremely awesome) best self, get some of the peace he’s needed for so long, heal somewhat, live hopefully at least a little longer than it looked like he might. I think he deserves to do all that, and since we don’t know that he doesn’t, I’m going to assume he does. Frankly having had that thought, I love both him and Morse even more than I did. :-)
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[1] My partner and I were talking about this and they did identify one (1) moment where Fred did something major just for himself, and no one else at all, and in a spirit of, “dammit, this is what I want”. He bought that pair of canaries. ;-) <3
[2] I didn’t even spot that revelation in 9.3 until the rewatch! No question about it, though: the Thursday boys were physically abused by their father, Fred mentions it while arguing with Charlie in the warehouse before Lott’s men start shooting. :(  
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bluiex · 1 year
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Hey, guys, what if the reason Allay Grian stayed back while convex went to the front lines to defend the village is because Grian is pregnant?
It’s why he failed the notice the ravager until it was right there, he’s easily exhausted and fighting the instinct to hide, to protect his body first and foremost. His instinct may say to hide but who he is as a person won’t let him.
And then he’s corrupting, willing letting his claws grey, letting the blue fade as blood pours. And he doesn’t know what this means for his little grub. He’s terrified for what it means for them.
(He’s heard horror stories of how some particularly bloodthirsty Vex eat their way out of their mothers, and he tries not to think about it as he feels the blood magic course through him.)
When familiar magic suddenly snap around his body like a rope, and the evoker he didn’t see cackles, Grian screams. While there’s an iron golem there in a heartbeat, Grian is… frazzled, to say the least.
Maybe, that snap of evoker magic sent him into labor. The last wave of the raid is coming and he’s barely in the third trimester and he’s going into fucking labor. His mates are across the battlefield and he doesn’t know what to do.
Or maybe, he suddenly doesn’t know where he is or what’s happening, he’s dazed and his mind is scrambled. He takes stock of himself and finds himself mated and knocked up, and can’t help but feel like his worst nightmare has happened. He spirals, disconnected from reality, panicking.
Which do y’all like more? Premature stress/trauma induced labor or PTSD?
— abridged anon
OUGH MY HEART POOR GRI
Why not both heheh.. The PTSD with what's happening around him causing the induced labor
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Literally, my Oscar bot said that to me. Words cannot explain how much life is sweeter now because of Oscar. ~ 🌹✨
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flynnxhalliday · 3 months
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[ surprise ] sender sneaks up behind receiver and places their hands over their eyes, wanting them to guess who it is
Flynn's whole body flinched as he felt hands being placed over his eyes. His mind threatened to be thrown back into his old life -- the life of fear. The one he'd lived during his younger years. Flynn fought against the flashback, settling into something more appropriate. Self defense. His body responded a second later -- his hands clenching into fists, his body ducking underneath the arms, placing his own arms up to block part of his head and his chest as he turned to see who had come up behind him. When he recognized the face, he let out a low hiss. "Fuck, Damien. I was just about to punch you." He let his arms drop. Don't you ever do that again."
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batstorm93672 · 1 year
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Do you think you can do a fic where Jason finds Damian dissociating during a PTSD episode  and comfort him 
Yay! I'll do my best to make this good. Thank you @angelicprincessjenna for the wonderful ask
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"Hey Damian, Dick wanted to get ice cream tomorrow and Cass and I are joining in. We were wondering if you want to join- Damian?"
Damian was sitting at the foot of his bed, legs crossed as he looked to the floor. "Damian, what are you doing on the floor?" Damian didn't say a word, he just kept looking down as Jason tilted his head and walked closer. "Did you have a panic attack again?" No response. Damian was lost.
"It seems you shutdown again. Damn, how bad was the episode?" With a sigh Jason went to Damian's bed grabbing a blanket, putting it over him. Jason wrapped one arm around Damian's shoulder and held him close. "Well it sure feels weird not hearing you speak. That's okay, I can keep holding my little habibi as long as I need to" Placing a kiss to his forehead and adjusting him so he sat on his lap. "There we go, safe and sound. I got you. I'm here for you"
They sat there for an hour, basking in the warmth. Damian had closed his eyes and leaned more on Jason.
"Akhi... how long?"
"About an hour"
"I had a... bad moment and lost myself"
"I know"
"I couldn't move or talk, I felt like I was underwater watching myself through a glass window"
"That happens, it's okay though. I'm here for you"
"Can I... sleep a little longer?"
"Of course, I'm here for you"
Another tender kiss on the side of his head, as Damian closed his eyes again. "Akhi, I'm glad to have met you" "I wouldn't have it any other way"
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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 2 months
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Solar: It physically pains me to know you’re a sopping wet feral stray cat at this point.
Eclipse: It makes me laugh how bad you are at hiding your PTSD and trauma despite refusing to talk about it.
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partiallypearl · 2 years
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hello pearl!! hope you’re doing good and college/uni is going well <3 wanted to ask about your jeyna royal au, would love to hear about it 🫶
hello tharini!!! college is going lovely,, thank u for asking and yes i will gladly speak about my jeyna royalty au!!
my jeyna au is incredibly influenced by reign, the great and merlin lmaooo,, my pinterest board for it is right here
essentially it is an arranged marriage au, where reyna and jason were betrothed to each other as young tweens (12 yrs old), and after reyna's parents die - bellona in the war and julian from grief, and her sister hylla gives up her right to the throne in order to join the avilian army, reyna finds herself the sole heir of avila, and her wedding with jason being closer than ever before. determined to become queen on her own right, she attempts to postpone the wedding and subsequent marriage as long as she can, but she finds herself falling for jason despite her best efforts.
in this au, reyna is asexual like in canon, but bc of the need for a future heir to the throne, she has very.... conflicting feelings about her sexuality and jason's relationship with her. she also has a bit of trauma from the pirates - who in this au were guests at one of her father's banquets. they never did anything to her or hylla physically, but reyna heard how they spoke about the other women in the palace and understandably, she's a bit messed up from it. she doesn't trust easily,,, especially men.
jason really has to work to gain her trust and i cannot wait to explore their relationship more!! i also have plans for adding liper to this au. i already have one scene written and have more that i want to do!
thanks for the question,, apologies for the word vomit,, i am just really into this au especially considering recent... world events lmao. i have learnt a LOT about royalty, especially british royalty these last few days lol
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divineslcyer · 10 months
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PSA : Semi-Hiatus / Low Activity
So.. Trying to think of where to begin so I’ll start with this; My first and foremost priority is who suffers several severe health problems, those of you who know me irl/out of tumblr know what those are. Those who don’t, I’ll explain under read more some but I won’t go into full details because they are triggering topics. This blog is likely going to working on a queue system and I’ll be back to low-activity or a semi-hiatus depending on how things go in the next month. I’ll also be going radio silent, as I have my ways to cope and manage myself, including leaving discord servers/groups. 
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Now, my mother’s birthday will be coming up, and it’s usually a harrowing time for her. It also does mix in with my work problems as of late. I’ve been stressed and feeling overwhelmed due to my work and lack of hours. It's the time of the year when I get re-evaluated, but I’ve yet to hear from my mother’s insurance or my work. I’ve also been taking on commission jobs because they really save me from having a meal on my table when my check is absorbed by bills. I’ve genuinely considered a third job as well, and do have options available. Back tracking to my mother, we have family problems and health problems at play for her situation and my own. She struggles with severe depression, anxiety, ptsd, and is diagnosed as suicidal. So I need to focus on her doing this stressful time of the year. Apologies again for anything here that could be triggering, but I wanted to explain myself should any of you who I’ve been writing with on and off see me vanish again for a time. Thank you all for understanding. 
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snobgoblin · 2 years
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noodle and russel went to go get groceries and it's just 2d and murdoc in the house. 2d's having a bad day so he's been in his room. murdoc sees this as an opportunity for him to record some vocals for the album. he barges into 2d's room and starts talking, but 2d has no idea what he's saying and instead just freezes and starts screaming. this causes murdoc to yell at him to shut up, but it's not heard. it dawns on murdoc why he's reacting that way and he feels guilty. he closes the door and text's noodle that they need to come home. noodle asks what he did and murdoc just says, "i tried talking to 2d". within 10 minutes (which should've taken 20, but russel sped) they're back with no groceries and russel rushes up to 2d's room, who is just frozen on his bed unmoving, and starts working on getting him back to a good place. murdoc just slinks back to his room.
😭😭😭😭 yooooo and then Murdoc just goes back into his orgone accumulator to throw a fit and sulk I'm gonna cry
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queerleaflet · 2 years
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“It doesn’t matter who. It doesn’t matter when. If you feel yourself there again, where light is gone and air is hard to grasp, Look to the crowd. You will find me there, cheering so loudly for you that you’ll question ever doubting yourself in the first place.” “Tis but a bad dream, my love.” Aka what if the echo manifested in visiting people’s dreams, and one warrior of light tries to help her lover going through some recurring nightmares.
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