#Anxiety triggers and solutions

[sodrippy]

accidentally thought about trying to cook in my mother's kitchen and now im so stressed out i cant sleep 👍

[twisted-broth]

Emergency Rendezvous

Introduction

TW: accidental drugging, aphrodisiacs (no actual smut yet but reader is v horny)

You swat Grim's paws away from the ingredients on the table for the third time while Crewel continued explaining the science behind your assigned potion. He grumbled impatiently, resting his chin on the workbench. With the hand not prepared to Throw Down, you copied Crewel's drawing of some kind of chemical synapse with little bubbles in between labeled "endorphins".

"What makes this solution so potent is the ability of our magic ingredients to act directly on endorphin-releasing pathways in the brain, encouraging the body's natural painkiller system rather than introducing an artificial one. This greatly reduces the risk of addiction seen in non-magical analgesics. While this potion is relatively low risk, and hopefully easy enough that even you pups can't mess it up, there is a significant overlap with nearby pathways that may produce unintended effects. I trust that I've trained you properly enough to thoroughly check the labels on your ingredients and weigh them carefully."

The moment Crewel ended his lecture, Grim was grabbing at the various powders and herbs. With barely a glance given to the textbook in between you two, he started haphazardly shaking the magical- and probably expensive- elements into a weigh boat on the scale.

"Grim! What part of 'read the label' did you not understand?" You reach for the bottle, but are too slow to stop Grim from tossing the ingredient into your cauldron. You sigh wearily, resigned to leave the fate of your grade in Grim's trigger-happy paws. You manage to double check most of the ingredients before they're added to the mix, surprisingly in the correct order. After over a year spent with your troublesome pet/friend/roommate/co-student, you've learned to adopt an "it is what it is" mindset.

When the concoction is finally done, you're honestly shocked to see that your potion is the same color as everyone else's. To make it even better, nothing exploded in the process! You swirled the blue potion around in the flask, admiring the iridescent tone.

"Good dogs!" Crewel congratulated the class, almost sounding surprised that nothing had gone wrong. "Since you've all signed your waivers, and the risk associated is low, I'll allow you to test your products now or save them for later. If you experience any adverse side effects, inform me at once. Class dismissed!"

You eyed the potion on the desk in front of you, weighing the risks it posed. A tap on your shoulder stole your attention, and you swiveled around to see Ace sporting his usual self-righteous smirk. Beside him, Deuce was curiously sniffing their own creation.

"What d'ya think, prefect? Gonna give it a taste test?"

You respond with a weary laugh, finding that the shimmer of the potion was becoming less and less appealing. "I don't know... I mean I don't really have any pain right now. I guess my back is a bit sore?" You reply noncommittally.

Ace rolled his eyes with a tsk. "Aw, c'mon! Crewel never lets us try the potions we make. I, for one, have a killer headache. Cough it up Loosey Deucey!"

Ace swipes the flask from Deuce's hands, ignoring his scoff of protest. With disturbingly little hesitation, he downs the potion in seconds and licks the stray blue droplets from the corner of his mouth. The three of you watch him with mixed expressions of anxiety and curiosity, waiting for the potion to take effect. After another minute or so, Ace's eyes widened in excitement. "Hey, it's totally working! Damn that's a lot better!"

"And of course you had to go and hog it all to yourself," Deuce grumbled, resting his head on the workbench.

Grim pushed your experimental product closer to you. "Well? Go on, henchhuman! Anything the Great Grim makes will be 10x better than those two."

You raised an eyebrow, highly doubtful of Grim's claim considering his disregard for proper measurements. You open your mouth to voice your hesitation, but the excitement in his eyes gives you pause. Well, Crewel did say the potion was pretty low-risk, even if you did make it wrong. And you suppose even Grim deserves some semblance of a win on occasion. With a heavy sigh, you raise the flask to your lips and down the concoction.

You're pleasantly surprised by how good it tastes. Not that you were really paying attention to the ingredients, but you just assumed it would be terrible. Instead, the faint taste of honeysuckle and lavender dances across your tongue, gracing your throat with a warm coating on the way down. You can trace the warmth down your chest and into the stomach, where it slowly dissipates throughout the rest of your body. Despite the pleasant sensation, you say with certainty that your back ache had gone away. Rather, you were distracted from the dull pain as the same warm feeling flooded and settled in your groin.

Either from the potion or the realization of your situation, a furious blush burned your cheeks and ears. It took nearly a minute for you to regain your composure and notice the voices of your friends calling out to you in concern.

"Y/n! Are you alright?" Deuce gently placed a hand on your forearm, trying to bring you back to reality. You gasp at the touch, quickly withdrawing your arm as though you had been burned. Noticing your friends hurt expression, you cleared your throat in embarrassment.

"Sorry! Just a different sensation than I was expecting. You did great Grim! It works really well." You laugh unconvincingly, already feeling a drop of sweat budding at your temple.

Ignoring the various expressions of concern and confusion, you stand up abruptly, nearly knocking your chair over in the process. You make quick work of gathering your belongings, using all your focus to hold onto your last bit of composure.

"Sorry guys, I forgot that I uh... told Azul I would help out at the lounge! It'll be suuuuper boring though, so you guys should go on without me. I'll catch up to you later!" Without leaving room for protest, you rushed out of the lab room, hiding your beet-red face behind your free hand.

Within minutes, you were urgently knocking on Crewel's office door. The sudden noise summoned two large black noses to the narrow gap under the door where they sniffed intently at your feet. From within the office, you hear Crewel call out for you to enter. The dogs retreat from the door at the sound of their master's voice, allowing you space to slip in and close the door quickly behind you.

Although Crewel initially only glances in your direction, he does a double take at the sight of your flushed face and sweat-drenched brow. Two lanky Dalmatians regard you with mild intrigue from their large bed in the corner, where they lay daintily on top of one another. A rare look of concern crosses Crewel's features. "Prefect? Are you alright?"

You stay pressed against the door, trying to distance yourself from the tempting scent of Crewel's cologne. Your hand feebly attempts to cover your nose and mouth, and you shake your head no. "O-our potion," you stutter, "I think something went wrong".

Continuing to test your self control, Crewel stands and approaches you, assessing your vulnerable state. He presses the back of his hand to your forehead to feel for a fever. To your continued humiliation, a quiet whine escapes you at the contact. His eyes widened slightly, but he quickly dawns a mask of professionalism as he retracts his hand.

"I see. Well, as I mentioned in lecture, slight alterations in the potion's formula can trigger alternate pathways which are also mediated by endorphins. One such pathway is the arousal pathway. It would seem that significant enough errors were made that your potion activated your arousal pathway, rather than the intended pain relief pathway". He explains the error matter-of-factly, returning to his desk.

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. Arousal pathway? Doesn't the universe ever get tired of playing practical jokes on you? The persistent throbbing in your core sent the clear message that it doesn't. You groan, burying your face in your hands in an attempt to disappear from the face of the earth. "Can you undo it?"

"I'm afraid the only inhibitor of such endorphins is prolactin, the neurotransmitter released after orgasm. Unfortunately, we've yet to artificially synthesize an effective substitute. Otherwise, your body should metabolize the potion in eight hours." You were appreciative of Crewel's calm and even tone. Even if it didn't cure your current predicament, maybe you'll be able to look him in the eyes again someday.

Making the choice to not dig this hole even deeper, you gave him a grateful bow and quickly departed. Your mind was swimming as you made a beeline for Ramshackle, hoping to make it home before your knees started buckling. At last, you shut the door to your quiet dorm building. Your heart pounded in your ears, though if it was racing from the speed walking or the overwhelming arousal coursing through your blood, you weren't sure.

In any case, your options were to suffer for eight hours, or to get fucked. Well, you would be fucked either way. Your legs finally gave out by the time you had crawled to your bed and curled up on your side. The pillow trapped between your thighs did little to reduce the pressure that consumed every thought. As you stripped down to your underwear, your trembling fingers and raging heart made it very apparent that you weren't in any state to be able to take care of this yourself.

Several faces flashed through your mind, innocent encounters with your friends being quickly perverted in your brain. With less apprehension than was probably warranted, you pulled out your phone and opened your contacts. It wasn't an impressively long list, but nonetheless you quickly found the name you were looking for. The voice of reason in your head insisted that you would never live this down, but it was quickly gagged by the larger majority of your brain that was begging to be fucked.

With shaky hand, you pressed the call button.

A/n: if you missed the poll, I'm hoping to make this a series (no promises). Either way, the first victim will be Leona 😮‍💨

[yuh13lo]

𖤐 I just wanna help. C.S.

The apartment was unusually quiet for a Wednesday night. Chris sat on the edge of the couch, hunched over, twiddling a rubber band between his fingers. The late-night reruns of The Office played low in the background, but he wasn’t watching it. He was waiting for Matt.

Finally, his brother stepped out of the kitchen, two Gatorades in hand. He tossed one at Chris and plopped down next to him.

“You look like you’re about to combust,” Matt said, cracking his bottle open.

Chris didn’t look up. “She shut down again.”

Matt’s eyebrows knit. “Like yesterday?”

Chris nodded, finally looking up. “Worse. She was mid-laugh and just—gone. Went to the bathroom and didn’t come out for twenty minutes. I knocked and she just kept saying, ‘I’m okay.’ But she wasn’t. I could hear it.”

Matt took a sip and leaned back, letting the weight of his brother’s words hang in the air. “Did you ask her what triggered it?”

“I did. She said she didn’t know.” Chris tossed the rubber band across the room in frustration. “I hate this. I hate feeling useless when I love her so much.”

Matt’s voice softened. “Chris… you’re not useless. You just can’t fix something that isn’t yours to fix.”

Chris groaned. “See, that’s the thing. I don’t want to fix her. She’s not broken. I just… I want to help. I want to know what to do when she goes quiet like that, or when she starts spiraling in her head. I tried holding her hand, I tried giving her space, I tried distracting her. Nothing works. And then I start freaking out that I’m making it worse, and—” he stopped, face flushed. “Sorry. I’m just… frustrated.”

Matt sat up and rubbed the back of his neck. “You remember when she stayed over and got up at 3 a.m. to clean the entire kitchen? That was the first time I figured something was off. You thought she was just restless.”

“Because she said she was just restless,” Chris said, almost defensively.

“I know. But I saw her hands shaking when she was folding the towels.” Matt’s voice was calm, patient. “It’s not about having the right reaction, Chris. It’s about her knowing that however she reacts, you’re still staying.”

Chris’s shoulders sagged. “But I am staying. She knows that.”

Matt gave him a look. “Does she? Or does she think one panic attack too many will make you leave?”

Chris’s jaw clenched.

“You’ve gotta tell her. Again and again. Not in words, in reactions. In tone. In staying even when it’s uncomfortable. Even when you don’t know what the hell to do. And when you do get it wrong? Say sorry. Ask what would help next time.”

Chris leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, gripping his Gatorade. “But what if she doesn’t even know what would help?”

“Then you sit with her in it,” Matt said. “Quietly. Without needing to fix it. That’s the hardest part for us fix-it types. But sometimes love is just staying put. No solutions. Just presence.”

Chris blinked at him. “When did you get so smart?”

Matt smirked. “When you started dating someone who reminded me a little of me.”

Chris looked up sharply, surprised.

“She doesn’t say it, but she’s trying. Just like you are,” Matt added. “But anxiety is sneaky. It makes her feel like she’s a burden, and you’re proving to her that she’s not.”

Chris swallowed hard. “I just don’t want her to feel alone in it.”

“Then don’t leave,” Matt said simply. “Even when she says she’s okay—if you know she’s not, don’t leave. Even if that just means sitting on the other side of the door until she opens it.”

Chris nodded slowly, letting that sink in. “Thanks, man.”

Matt bumped his shoulder. “You’re doing better than you think.”

Chris finally smiled, just a little. “Think she’d be mad if I went and knocked on her door right now?”

Matt grinned. “Not if you’re just gonna sit with her. Take the Gatorade.”

Chris stood up, halfway to the door already. “You’re a good brother, Matt.”

Matt laughed. “Don’t get mushy. Just go be hers.”

And Chris did.

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[brights-place]

Hiii so first of all I love ur writings!!!

So please can i request Malleus, Idia and Riddle with a reader who bites their nails, plays with things in their hands and scratches themselves due to anxiety (mostly on public places and situations)? I've been struggling a lot recently but im trying to improve! Tysm for the chance and if u r not okay with writing it thats totally okay, i will still love ur work 💖

[TWST] Malleus, Idia, Riddle x Anxiety! Reader (Seperate)

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: As a person who bites their nails I agree with the whole issue but I'm so proud of you on improving I hope you continue to work harder!

Summary: Malleus, Idia and Riddle all have a loving partner who tends to bites their nails, plays with things in their hands and scratches themselves due to anxiety mostly on public places and situations so they do their best to help their partner in anyway with their anxiety!

- Malleus is not unfamiliar with discomfort in public spaces - He’s been avoided and feared his entire life and though his reasons differ, he knows what it feels like to stand among others yet still feel utterly alone - The first time he sees your hands tremble and your fingers nervously tug at your sleeves before retreating to bite at a nail or scratch at your skin, he doesn’t say anything. His gaze simply lingers, unreadable to most… but thoughtful - Later, while walking beneath the moonlight together for your daily walk, his voice gently cuts through the silence - “Your fingers… you harm them when you feel overwhelmed, don’t you?”

- You expect worry, maybe even disappointment but instead, Malleus kneels slightly to your level and offers you his hand, palm up - “May I offer mine instead? You may squeeze as hard as you like. I am… not so fragile.”

- From that day forward, he keeps something enchanted in his coat pocket just for you a smooth obsidian worry stone from Briar Valley, enchanted to hum with soft warmth when your pulse races - If you start biting your nails in public, he subtly leans close, shielding you slightly with his tall frame muttering if you were alright and if you needed air - No judgment. Only understanding, and Malleus’s fierce, quiet protection

- Idia? Oh, he gets it. Deeply on a level few others would

- When he sees you chewing at your nails or scratching your arms during an awkward gathering, his first instinct isn’t to stop you it’s to match you instantly

- He starts fiddling with his own hoodie string, eyes darting everywhere but you. He’s second guessing everyones interactions with one another

- Later, when you’re both hiding in his room surrounded by neon light and muted anime soundtracks, he brings it up the only way he knows how in the most random blabber

- “Not to go full gamer therapist mode, but uh… I noticed you, like… glitch IRL sometimes. Same. We’re both running too many background processes.”

- He doesn’t offer a “solution” he offers solidarity and options... or use Ortho... he has used ortho as a shield to get away from social situations that would trigger his anxiety so he thought you could too

- “So I made you a thing... It’s a handheld console shell but like… modded into a stim toy. You can click the buttons, spin the joystick, whatever. Bonus: it looks cool, so normies won’t ask questions.”

- When you're in public, Idia won't make a big deal if you start scratching or fidgeting he just silently slides something into your hand your stim console, a squishy anime keychain, maybe even his sleeve if nothing else as he muttered how awkward it was

- If things really go south? He doesn’t hesitate to whisk you away

- “Hard pass on the public dungeon. Let’s go back to the safe zone, yeah?” You don’t have to explain he understand completely especially if your a good reason to skip out on extroverted conversations

- Riddle notices things every flinch, every worried glance, every mark on your skin from scratching when the tension becomes too much he catalogs it all, even if he doesn’t fully understand it yet - At first, he reacts with concern coated in sharpness the way his mother would say to him “Stop that you’ll hurt yourself!” - It’s not anger it’s fear and guilt follows quickly once he sees the startled look on your face - He apologizes later not just in words, but in action a hand-sewn pouch appears in your room, containing a set of small sensory trinkets a fidget ring, a soft textured stone, a scented balm he researched himself It’s all in shades of red and white, like Heartslabyul - “I… may not know how to fix this for you but I want to help. Tell me what eases your thoughts, and I’ll do everything I can to make it happen.”

- In public, and mostly in loud places like the heartslabyul un-birthday parties if he notices you starting to scratch, he subtly takes your hand and presses one of the fidgets into your palm - If it gets really bad, he’ll gently steer you away with a polite excuse to others “They’re feeling faint. I’ll escort them out.” - His perfectionism may not let him fully grasp what anxiety feels like, but he understands pressure and he’ll fiercely stand between you and anything that adds to it

[space-station-nursery]

◜ 🎧𓂃 Helping regressors with: Social Anxiety ‧ ⛈️◞

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Regression comes in many different forms, for many different reasons, including anxiety for some. As a CG, it is important to be able to help your regressors during this time, SO, here are some tips on how to help a little with Social Anxiety

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⧼ 1 ⧽ Make sure to plan ahead!

Letting your regressor know where you’re going, what day, and what time can give them enough time to mentally get ready for the day. Some littles need more time and some less so make sure to discuss it with them!

⧼ 2 ⧽ Remove them from the stimulant!

Sometimes, taking a break from big social locations can help your regressor calm down quickly and assess their needs before moving forward. Safe spaces for this can include a family bathroom (ones that are one room only) a far off booth in a food court, sometimes even in small corridors, hallways, and even outside

⧼ 3 ⧽ Learn grounding techniques!

Going out can be stressful and can cause big emotions like anxiety or panic at stacks. Learn east/simple grounding techniques like the countdown method, blowing bubbles, or even non-harmful stimming !

⧼ 4 ⧽ Show them affection!

This may vary per regressor, but actively reminding them that they’re loved, holding/squeezing their hand, giving them frequent hugs or praise can help a regressor remember that they can get though this scary time ! DO NOT RE-WRITE OR POST AS OWN

⧼ 5 ⧽ Comfort items!

Having a regression bag is incredibly helpful to give your little a way to carry comfort items [check this post for bag ideas]. If they’re not big on affection during times of high stress, offer a comfort item (like a paci or toy) or even offering a short distraction like snacks might be helpful !

⧼ 6 ⧽ Communicate!

Sometimes a “Don’t worry” or a “You’re okay” isn’t enough to sooth an anxious little. Instead, acknowledge and validate their feelings and offer ways to help! Try out phrases such as “I know you’re feeling [blank] but I’m not gonna let anything happen to you” or “I can tell you’re getting [blank emotion/feeling], would you like to try this?[this being anything you believe can help your regressor]” !

⧼ 7 ⧽ Avoidance!

Whist taking a break from an extreme stressor is good, always remember to premise going back into the space with kind words and affirmations! Avoiding triggers/stressors reinforces that the issue is something to fear, and not to conquer. It is not always possible or even healthy to avoid triggers 24/7

⧼ 8 ⧽ Notes!

Everyone is different in how they show stress and what their needs will be, make sure to communicate with your young one to find solutions that will help them and recognize when they might become anxious in a space. This won’t always be easy, but it is necessary Always use kind words with your regressor. Your patience will always be appreciated by your little especially when they know their thoughts are getting the best of them.

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[olivianyx]

OMGG I JUST GOT RESULTS WITHOUT BEATING MYSELF UP WITH ROUTINES 😭 + RANT ✨

HEYY LUVS! I JUST WANNA SHARE MY RESULTS I MANIFESTED WITHIN 2-3 DAYS! THIS YEAR'S GONNA BE MY BEST YEAR Y'ALL ✋AND GUESS WHAT I DID? NOTHING. LITERALLY NOTHING. NUH-UH. PERIODT.

⚠ LONG POST AHEAD, SWEARING ⚠

WHAT I MANIFESTED:

🪄 PASSING MY FRESHMAN YEAR WITH HIGH SCORES

🪄 MY FAMILY BOUGHT A NEW APARTMENT WHICH WERE PREPARING TO MOVE IN 3 WEEKS

🪄 ME GETTING INTO THE VOID STATE 😭 AND MANIFESTED CLEAR SKIN! (DAYUM GETTING INTO THE VOID IS DEFO VERY EASY OMGG)

🪄 GETTING LESS ANXIOUS LATELY!

🪄 MY GASTRITIS AND ULCERITIS GETTING CURED

🪄 GETTING MORE COMPLIMENTS IN MY UNI!

🪄 GETTING TALLER! I WENT FROM 5'3" TO 5'7" IN 2 DAYS 😭😭

🪄 GETTING DREAMS OF ME SHIFTING TO MY WR 🥺 (ACTUALLY RESPAWNING LOL, AS THIS THING IS REALLY CONTROVERSIAL IN HERE, PLEASE DON'T GET ME CANCELLED- I'M DOING DEATHLESS RESPAWNING ✋)

🪄 MY MIND IS SURPRISINGLY CALM 😌 THERE'S STILL INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS THO (THOSE ARE ANNOYING ASS BITCHES) BUT I JUST IGNORE EM LIKE I IGNORE PEOPLE AT SCHOOL 🗿

🪄 GOT MANY CONFESSIONS TOO 😭 AND I REJECTED EM ALL, CUS I JUST WANT TO BE SINGLE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE ✋🗿 JK

🪄 GETTING COOL CLOTHES THAT MY MOM DENIED A LOTTA TIMES! (ACTUALLY I'VE ORDERED EM BUT STILL HAVEN'T SHIPPED TO MY ADDRESS YET LOL)

🪄 MY CRUSH BECOMING CLOSE TO ME HEHE 🤭 LIKE SHE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ME MUCH, BUT LATELY SHE'S BEEN TOO CLOSE TO ME AND ALWAYS WANNA BE WITH ME LOL, 3 DAYS BACK SHE AND I WALKED HOME TOGETHER, WHILE WE GRABBED SOME SNACKS, SPOKE ABT EACH OTHER AND ALL (I FELT LIKE BEING IN A SHOUJO MANGA 😩)

🪄 A NEW PHONE! THAT SAMSUNG GALAXY S22 😩

I MANIFESTED EVERYTHING WITHIN 3 DAYS 😭 I REALLY CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES, JUST. 3. FUCKING. DAYS. GODDAMMIT.

HOW I DID IT:

JUST FULFILLED IT IN MY IMAGINATION

YEP, YOU HEARD THAT RIGHT. I LIVED IN THE 4D REALITY, I NEVER GAVE A SHIT ABOUT THE 3D AT ALL. OK LEMME BREAK IT DOWN FOR Y'ALL SO JUST PAY ATTENTION FROM HERE ONWARDS.

🪄 SUPPOSE SOMETHING UNDESIRABLE OR UNFAVORABLE CIRCUMSTANCES ARE HAPPENING IN YOUR 3D. WHO'S THE CAUSE FOR THAT? YOU. 'BUT I DIDN'T IMAGINE OR THINK OF THESE 😭' BABY, YOU'RE THE SOLE CAUSE, EFFECT, AND THE SOLUTION. THERE'S NO OTHER EXPLANATION TO THIS.

🪄 AS WE ALL KNOW, 3D IS A MIRROR. RIGHT? WHATEVER YOU THINK ABOUT, YOUR ASSUMPTIONS, YOUR THOUGHTS, YOUR FEELINGS, YOUR PERSPECTIVE EVERYTHING WILL BE REFLECTED. SO WHY NOT THINK THE WAY YOU WANT SO YOU CAN EXPERIENCE THE SAME? GET IT.

🪄 IF YOU WANT TO CHANGE THE 3D, CHANGE YOUR 4D FIRST. CHANGE YOUR PERSPECTIVE TO HOW YOUR DESIRED SELF WOULD SEE THE WORLD. KEEP DWELLING IN IT. IF THE 3D SHOWS UNFAVORABLE CIRCUMSTANCES, DON'T FUCKING GET TRIGGERED. GO BACK TO YOUR IMAGINATION AND DENY YOUR SENSES.

🪄 EVERYTIME YOU SEE SOMETHING ELSE IN THE 3D, GO 'BRUHH THIS IS MY OLD STORY, I ALREADY HAVE WHAT I WANT, THIS IS JUST FAKE' AND MOVE ON. DISTRACT YOURSELF. CUS THE 3D WORLD WHICH YOU SEE IS AN ILLUSION, IT'S NOT REAL. IT'S YOUR CREATION, WHY WOULD YOU TRY TO CONTROL WHAT YOU CREATED? IT'S ALREADY IN CONTROL. YOU ONLY GOTTA REALISE YOUR GODSELF. YOU ARE THE CREATOR, NOT THE CREATION. STOP FUCKING VICTIMIZING YOURSELF.

🪄 I GET IT THAT MOST OF THE PEOPLE ARE CONFUSED BETWEEN LAW OF ASSUMPTION AND NON DUALISM. EVEN I WAS, BUT SLOWLY I REALISED THAT WE'RE ALL NOTHING. WE'RE JUST LIVING IN OUR OWN CREATIONS. VICTIMIZING OURSELVES IN OUR OWN CREATIONS. IRONIC RIGHT?

🪄 THOSE THOUGHTS, ANXIETY, FEELINGS, EMOTIONS ARE ALL IN YOUR PHYSICAL REALM. YOUR MIND, YOUR BODY, YOUR EGO EVERYTHING IS NO REAL, WE ASSUME IT TO BE. WE'RE ARE SHAPELESS, FORMLESS, WE'RE NOTHING! AND EVERYTHING AT THE SAME TIME. CUS EVERYTHING COMES DOWN TO ONE THING, I AM.

🪄 K Y'ALL MIGHT BE SUPER CONFUSED, WHAT I'M TRYNA INFUSE IN YOUR BRAINS. SO WHAT YOU DO IS, LIVE IN YOUR 4D.HOW? IMAGINATION. NO MATTER WHAT YOU SEE IN YOUR 3D, GO BACK TO YOUR IMAGINATION, AFFIRM OR VISUALISE. ANYTHING IS FINE BTW. JUST STAY IN THE STATE OF WISH FULFILLED.

🪄 STOP RELYING ON METHODS, FUCK THEM. JUST BE. DON'T TRY TO CHANGE SOMETHING WHEN YOU ALREADY HAVE THEM. JUST STOP, SURRENDER, STOP FIGHTING, STOP TRYING SO HARD WHEN YOUR ALREADY IT. SO GO LIVE IN YOUR IMAGINATION, FULLY SURRENDER. DO THINGS WHICH YOU LIKE. GO LIVE YOUR LIFE. TAKE YOUR POWER BACK.

LIKE AREN'T YOU TIRED? TRAPPED IN YOUR OWN CREATIONS? YOU CREATED THEM, YOU HAVE THE POWER TO CHANGE WHATEVER. TELL ME HOW LONG ARE YOU GONNA LIVE THIS BULLSHIT LIFE? YOU'RE REALLY GETTING COMFORTABLE BEING UNCOMFORTABLE. SO LISTEN UP, DO WHAT YOU LOVE, AFFIRM, VISUALISE, OR DAYDREAM, ZONE OUT, WHATEVER. ALL I DID WAS DO THIS MEDITATION IN THE MORNING, WENT ABOUT MY DAY WATCHING JUJUTSU KAISEN LMAO. THEN RANDOMLY AFFIRM, LIVED IN MY 4D, NEVER PAYED ANY FUCKING ATTENTION TO MY 3D, CUS I'M GOD. I REALLY LOVE VISUALISING, SO I PUT ON A SONG AND START DAYDREAMING IN MY ROOM SMILING LIKE AN IDIOT. ALSO, I DID SATS BEFORE GOING TO BED. THAT'S IT. THAT'S ALL I DID FOR 3 FUCKING DAYS, AND GOT WHAT EVER I WANT. ALSO I MADE A CUSTOM TAPE TOO (IT'S A GENERAL SELF CONCEPT ONE) I LISTENED TO IT FOR 30 MINS AND JUST WENT ABOUT MY DAY THINKING I HAD WHATEVER I FUCKING DESIRE, CUS IT'S ALL MY CREATIONS AND I HAVE IT ALREADY. THERE'S NOTHING TO GET, IT'S ALREADY IN ME.

LUV YOU, BYE 💋

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

❤ Yandere Teacher ❤

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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Female reader

WARNINGS: Teacher-Student dynamic; Non-Con.

Merry Christmas! 🎄💖

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◾ Yandere!Teacher who immediately gets interested in you.

You don’t seem anything like most college girls, maybe because you don’t throw yourself at thim, batting your eyes at him and pushing your chest out in hopes of catching his attention, like many of your colleagues do. 

He knows why they do it. He’s young and attractive, teaching in a college whose reputation is the definition of academic excellence.

◾ Yandere!Teacher who will personally organize the classroom layout, making sure you get the best seat in the house, which coincidentally happens to be right in front of his desk. That way he stays close to you, his eyes often drifting to you as he lectures the class.

◾ Yandere!Teacher that frequently interacts with you, asking if you wanna share an exercise's solution or requesting for you to read out loud a text.

Your reactions are the cutest, he thinks. The adorable way you get shy, sinking into your seat like you want to melt against it and disappear. 

◾ Yandere!Teacher who wholeheartedly believes you to be a talented student, although your grades are mediocre. You are brain and beauty, the perfect combination.

Hence why he adds a few additional points to your grade, wanting to see that beautiful smile of yours instead of ugly disappointment, 

◾ Yandere!Teacher that is fully aware of how wrong it is to have a crush on you - his student - but he can't stop himself from imagining how a relationship with you would look like. The way you’d hug him, pushing your warm lips against his, happy to see him. 

He imagines romantic picnic dates, with you perched on his lap while feeding him strawberries. 

And even worse is when his mind drifts to the two of you creating a small family together. He knows you’re both relatively young but he’s certain that together you could be the best of parents. 

◾ Yandere!Teacher that stalks all of your social media, seeking for anything that could give him more insight on you. What are your hobbies, what type of movies do you like, do you post photos with your family or friends,...

In reality, he’s accidentally clicked one too many times on the like button, panicking before hastily removing it. You never mention it during the classes, but sometimes you give him a weird look. 

◾ Yandere!Teacher that progressively grows frustrated with your lack of interest towards him. While most girls shamelessly throw themselves at him, you don’t. A distant expression and face ducked down as you take notes is all he gets from you.

Even when he accidentally bumps into you around campus, it's a struggle to get you to open-up as he tries to do small talk with you. 

◾ Yandere!Teacher whose blood boils when catches you laughing and joking around with a guy.

He wants to drag you away from the asshole before punching a hole into his face, his imagination running dangerously wild as he imagines all the things he would do to the student, just for making you laugh like that. 

But he doesn’t get mad at you. No, it’s not your fault. You have a kind heart, which automatically makes you naive - unable to see the other guy’s evil intentions.

He doesn’t care about you, he’s probably just thinking of ways to get inside your pants. 

◾ Yandere!Teacher who invites you to stay a bit longer after class, in order to discuss some aspects of your individual project. He notices the nervous way you fiddle with your fingers, uneasy to be alone with him. 

He doesn’t understand why. He loves you and he’s never been anything but kind towards you. 

Your anxiety only increases when the older man places his hand on top of yours, starting to confess the ardent admiration he has for you and how much he thinks you’re gorgeous.

That he feels a special connection between the two of you, something very precious. 

Despite his best attempts of convincing you that you are meant to be together, you’re too stubborn to accept it peacefully. You scream and shout like a crazy girl, scratching and pushing him as he tries to reason with you. 

◾ Yandere!Teacher who ends up bending you on his table, pushing your cheek pressed against the cold surface as he forcefully fucks you, his lips passionately kissing every inch of exposed skin, inebriated on your sweet taste. 

You cry and whimper, his scarf shoved inside your mouth as he punctures you with deep, sharp thrusts while whispering apologies in your ear.

He uses you as a flashlight, setting a fast pace as his cock bruises up your insides till your core is aching and desperate for him to finish already. 

◾ Yandere!Teacher who didn’t mean to break you like this, your pitiful swollen face making him feel bad about what he did, but at least now you know about his feelings for you. 

He’ll make it up for you when he takes you back to his apartment. A warm shower and a good night's sleep will improve your mood. He’ll persuade you to be with him, to accept him.

He knows he’ll be successful eventually and maybe after a few times of making love to you, you’ll also see his side. 

[0mg-bird]

How To Breathe ~ B. Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bradley would drop everything to help you, his girl, get through hard things.

Warnings: Anxiety, panic attack! Talks of mental disorder.

For the longest time, you’ve felt like a burden when it comes to these episodes. No one understood what to say when you suddenly couldn’t breathe and the feeling of the world got too heavy. No one could comfort you until Bradley came along.

He never judged, in fact, when you told him about these panic attacks that strike you, he told you he was no stranger to anxiety. He felt the overwhelming feeling too sometimes, but he quickly learned the difference between the two of you, the first time you broke down around him.

Over the years, you’ve learned ways to subside these episodes, you determined triggers, you sought out medication to try and keep these things at bay.

Sometimes though, all the steps you take of prevention, just don’t work.

It was a beautiful night, you were dressed to the nines, along with many other women who accompanied their Navy men to this ceremony. Your hair was pinned up, showing off your shoulders, the neckline of your dress was tasteful in showing your delicate collarbones and the soft tops of your breasts. It was a deep midnight color that Bradley adored. In fact, it was hard for him to keep his hands off of you and act professional all night.

He had disappeared with some of the boys and you stood in the corner of the room with women you were introduced to by Bob’s wife. They were kind enough, though a few were more passive aggressive. They talked about nonsense really, they unfaithfulness they’ve had to deal with in the early parts of their marriage, all their questions about when you’ll have kids, why you don’t have kids and why you aren’t married. You felt the itch start, the one that made you feel a little dizzy and made it hard to swallow. You took a deep breath and pushed through, then one of the older women insisted on dragging you through the crowd and introducing you to many other wives who threw silent judgement your way.

The music that played was loud, you constantly bumped into people which made you constantly apologize. Your stomach flipped, your chest started to hurt, you looked around for a familiar face and they were all gone. You were in a sea of people all looking at you like you shouldn’t be there.

Here it came, the crash of panic.

Your breath quickened, you gulped for air and spun around, trying to find your way back to the people you knew. You pushed past people, a hand splayed over your chest.

“You made it back alive.” Bob’s wife, Lindsey, had joked before she took in your appearance. She sees the look of your blown eyes and drained face. “What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t speak, your head shook. “I need air.” You managed to croak.

Immediately, she rushes you from the event halls ballroom and quickly pulled you through the corridors. You pass Maverick and Jake who were in a discussion with other Captains, once they seen you blow by, there concern grew too.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?” Jake had asked, him and Mav following after the two of you. He pulled open the big doors that led to the back steps.

You were overwhelmingly embarrassed that more people had to see you like this, looking frail, tears clouding your vision as you heaved in and out.

You tried to hide this part of you from everyone, but because of the closeness Mav and Bradley had, Mav knew what this was.

“Where’s Rooster?” He questioned.

“Bob will know.” Lindsey said, moving her grip away and letting you lean on Jake- who is still wildly confused. “Follow me, Mav.” She rushes back inside, the manhunt for the pilot was on.

“Okay, you’re fine.” Jake panicked, looking around for a solution. He placed a firm hand on your arm, but you were so dazed with your thoughts blaring at you, you didn’t know what was happening. You leaned your weight against him, your frame still shaking.

Bradley had been in another room, catching up with pilots he hadn’t seen in a while. Utterly relaxed with a glass in his hand, he didn’t expect the way the door bursted open.

“Rooster, you need to come quick.” Lindsey rushed out, confusing the room.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, standing from his leaned position against a table.

Mav looked at him knowingly. “You’re needed outside immediately.”

Rooster put the pieces together, then he was off without another word. His dress shoes clacked against the flooring as he rushed to the open door to the back gardens. He could see your frame and the way Jake held you, his mind raced because even though he and Jake were good now, he wanted to shove his hands off of his perfect girl.

“Rooster I don’t know what’s wrong with her-” Jake began to explain, but Bradley only gave him a look to shut it. “It’s fine Hangman, she’s okay.”

“She’s hyperventilating!” Jake gently nudged you away from him.

“Don’t yell.” Bradley said in a low warning voice as the loud tone made you quake. He pulls you from Jake, then looks to the others in the doorway. “She’s fine, go back inside.”

They weren’t going to question Bradley, not when it came to you.

As they leave, he gains a more softer persona. “Hey, honey. It’s alright.” He coos, holding your face in his hands. Your makeup smeared from your hot tears, your lips wobble. “I…can’t…breathe.” It comes out broken, he just nods.

“Yes you can, breathe with me.”

“No!” You snap, squirming. “This dress- it’s too tight- I can’t breathe.”

Immediately, Bradley reaches behind you and yanks at the zipper, the force of it rips the material of the dress in some parts. It loosens the tight bodice of the dress and immediately you sob with relief.

“There we go, it’s all okay. This will be over soon, don’t let those thoughts tell you otherwise wise.” He reaches for your fisted hand. He spreads your fingers out, then pulls at the buttons of his dress uniform until he can slide your hand over his chest, pressing it against his ironed shirt so you can feel his steady heartbeat.

“You remember your breathing?” His voice is soft and a lulling comfort. “Come on, breathe in through your nose and hold it, then out through your mouth.”

“I can’t.” You shake your head, but he persists, on hand holding yours to his chest, his other holding the side of your neck. “Yes you can, you’re my brave girl, I know you can.”

Together, you breathe. He feels the pulse in your neck start slow and he wants to sigh with relief.

“Good job, baby. That’s my girl, keep breathing for me. Good girl.”

Your vision clears, you gaze up at him with reddened eyes. The storm is passing and here he was at the end of it.

“I’m sorry.” Are the first calm words from your mouth.

“No, don’t ever be sorry.” He smooths the top of your hair.

It sniffle. “I hate how I’m like this, always raining on parades.”

Bradley shake his head. “You never ruin anything, things like this just happen, my girl.”

You lean your body into him, arms heavy to fully wrap around him so you just grasp the sides of his coat. His strong arms are warm as they wrap around you, like a security blanket, instantly soothing you.

“You want to go home?” He asks and you don’t lift your head to nod, he just feels the movement on his chest.

Bradley only pulls back to slip his coat off and wrap it around you instead, trying to hide the back of your ripped dress. Your hands wrap around his arm as the two of you walk back inside. He stops to say goodbye to Maverick, explaining everything was fine but he was going to take you home.

You were quiet the whole ride, much like your two bedroom home when you arrive.

“Are you hungry?” Bradley asks.

“No.” You answer, laying the coat over the back of the couch and kick your heels off. He kisses the top of your head. “Why don’t you take a hot shower? That’ll help with the headache.”

You loved the way he always knew you, always knew the symptoms that come afterwards, always knew how to help.

You nod, making your way to the shared master bedroom. Your clothes fall into a pile on the floor, you walk into the bathroom and wrap a robe around yourself. In front of the mirror, you struggle to pull all the pins that hold your thick hair up.

“Brad!” You call out, sighing with defeat.

After a second, he’s coming in behind you. You look up at him through the reflection. “I can’t get my hair down.” You explain.

Without a complaint, he starts dropping your hair pins onto the counter. Soon, your curls are falling down softly.

The warm water falls down like rainfall as you enter the shower, you let your head fall forward as the tension in your body leaves. You rub at your face, wiping clean of any salty tears and makeup.

Bradley joins you after a moment, leaving a kiss on your wet shoulder. You turn to face him, a small smile on your lips.

“Ah, there’s my girl.” He grins, which in return makes you grin.

You stare up at him, determining that he was the love of your life and nothing was going to change that.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, seeing your deep look.

You shrug. “I’m just thinking that you’d be the best husband a girl could ask for and yet you won’t ask me to be your wife.”

Bradley laughs then pulls you into him, his hands holding the sides of your face. “You want to be tied to me forever?” He asks in sarcasm, as if you’re supposed to say no.

You nod instead. “I want to be the other half of you, I want you to be the better half of me forever.”

His eyebrows knit together like they always do when he’s feeling some sort of raw emotion. He leans his forehead down to rest against yours. “I’d be lying if I said marrying you wasn’t on my mind all the time.” He says.

Your fingers run through his wet hair. “But it’s soon.”

“A year is long enough for me if it’s long enough for you.”

You laugh, it’s a sweet melody he loves to hear, especially after an evening like the one you had. You lean up on your toes slightly to kiss him, warm water rushes around the two of you but it’s not an inconvenience. Bradley’s grip tightens ever so slightly, his lips pressed against yours in a sort of hunger, like you’re the only thing that can fill him. You pull away slowly, eyes still shut as you chew your bottom lip, thinking.

Your bright eyes open once you’ve found your words. “People get married sooner, all the time.” You declare, giving him your answer.

He fights a boyish vandal grin. “This is not a proposal.” He claims. “But it’s a promise of one, soon.”

Your mind might be a war zone, you might believe you’re damaged at this point, but here stood the strongest man you knew, and he’s washing your hair for you. His rough hands are utterly gentle as they help wash your skin, they’re wrapping a towel around you and leading you out of the shower. He’s pushing all those lies away, the only thing inside you now was a fuzzy burn of utter admiration and love. He falls asleep first, facing you, an arm snug around your waist and you’re left to trace the features of his face with your eyes. In this soft moment, wrapped in bedsheets, you determine that you might drown your entire life.

But he’ll teach you how to breathe.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

this man needs a home!

hello! this very friendly little stray orange boy in Houston TX needs somewhere to live that is not my house! I’m willing to drive within the texas triangle, or meet someone halfway. he is free to a good home and has had some basic vetting.

what’s his deal?

he’s about two, about ten pounds, and is freshly neutered, rabies vaxxed, and flea/tick/mite treated with revolution ii. he is a known community cat with no microchip, he will need a more thorough vetting and to be microchipped, but I’m currently unemployed and $200 is the max i can really spend on this man. happy to forward you his vet records, but my name and address are plastered all over them so i will not be posting them.

he’s extremely people-social and friendly (you can sling him around with one hand as he purrs up a storm) and im assuming cat social since I have seen him peaceably hanging out with other strays outside and he wants to be friends with my cat So Bad. he’s just orange.

why is he in my bathroom and why can’t he live there forever?

this cat has been the bane of my cat Mackintosh’s existence since we moved, because he wants to be friends So Bad i had to put up bird spikes on my windows and balcony to stop him from jumping up. he’s also been spraying on my front door. my cat’s solution to any stressor is throwing up. in the process of ruling out various tummy troubles, my vet and i agreed that this little orange man is a major stress trigger and if he came back (i have not seen him in months) i should scoop him up and rehome him. my cat wants him dead and there would never ever be a peaceful introduction or coexistence, unfortunately.

who else has been contacted?

BARC, Friends4Life, Houston Cares, Purrfect Cat, Animal Justice League, Adopt A Cat Texas, and Citizens for Animal Protection. I’m making my way through a list of tiny private Facebook rescues, but every major shelter in Houston is genuinely at capacity. we are going to try again at BARC next Sunday (9/15) during their open intake hours, since we tried last Sunday and they accepted exactly three cars. if the absolute worst comes to worst he will go back outside, since I’m not willing to put my existing cat through the severe anxiety of this man in her home for more than two weeks. however that is only a partial solution to “the sight of this cat makes my cat flip her shit and then throw up her next two meals”. hopefully it will stop him spraying on my front door though.

[gazeofseer]

What are your Spiritual Wounds?

A Spiritual wound is the density of your energy, Its the fatigue, the sickness in the soul which is looking for It's echoes luring behind karmic events, people, places and the restlessness grows into threat at times like you know this sin and its consequences what if you were the victim of your doings usually it's fated it won't change but you can align, surrender to such pain which becomes your actual Penance not other silly sufferings you build to escape that of course being human is flithy at times and you must know why, don't you?

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Being unique, different and queer like is another extreme to what it is to fit in, be normal and become of the person in the crowd but your soul isn't either of it. You are normal and different like a swan that knows how to fly but also yearns for water and land.

Currently you may be confused with the complexity you carry that why you don't slide into either ends of anything beautiful to begin with everything with you is so sudden, random, moody and unpredictable which may have caused you severe soreness in body, anxiety in stomach if women and in muscles if men.

Your soul carries a wound of never feeling at home ; because your soul remembers the cost of comfort, cage and limitations as if it almost took away your life. So you constantly seek change and when you don't you create one but this panics the process of your Manifestation and blocks your purpose and blessings into the armor of delay.

There is a wise saying 'Everything you need, want is the closest when you are free when you are caged even the nearest best seems worst to have' you hate people because you believe they aren't keeping up with your changes or you are too much.

The paradox of greys in your life is about letting go of this much control to fear. Sit with comfort let it confront you, you learn problems to find a solution not the other way around.

It means what you think you are avoiding is what you are exactly manifesting into your life.

Signs : Virgo, 8th House Jupiter, Rahu-Ketu Conjunction, 3, 11, Sagittarius, Scar under thighs and under arms.

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Not to say exactly jealousy but life is unfair especially when it comes to you. There may even be a point where you feel even the universe is against you and you don't stand under its favor.

It's not true, you know the most beloved are most unwelcomed, most challenged and questioned because such people lose their worth in comparison so the universe keeps showing that seeing it was never about others.

You are not jealous or envious but you deel down want other people to suffer like you do, your shadow is leaking into others light where you feel abandoned by their presence growing into seasonal depressions and severe headaches and sleep issues. Leading to irritation on why? why I have to be the one standing under the rain even in the summer past the world every year.

Your spiritual wound is learning that people that you hate the most are carrying your karmic impressions it means how you made them feel is now redirected to you and guess what you are reacting the same way and that's why this cycle seems never ending.

I am not saying cut the darkness I am saying own it, it's the rugged light beneath that move and lure like a snake subtle, soft yet carry some sternness while moving through the wildest phase. Others are never responsible for the way you feel within and comparison is an illusion.

Without harming cut the wound/scar that seems too sensitive to be triggered and to ruffled to heal. It may seem like surgery but it's worth the time, isolation and solitude. You need self cleansing, purging and healing. Life will show up the more you try, clean and lean towards your truth there is where your light is.

Accept that it's okay, if I am like this so what? As long as I am doing no harm to others why shall I be even questioned?

Say this to yourself 'I am worthy enough. I can heal, move and shine without going and feeling high in the illusions for truth grounds my light'

Signs : Scorpio, Capricorn, Venus-Moon Trine, Saturn, Low self esteem and iron. Tired eyes, parental issues, friends are enemies, lack of vitamin. Worrying and tension, small accident/treatment trauma.

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Suffocating seems this cycle of death and life constantly losing and gaining, smiling and grieving I am tired, I am sick to be a human, this feels too much, this world is too little for me to stand a stance. So I keep running from time to being shunned in the arms of death with a pause of love.

You are feeling the fatigue of many incarnations you are born in cyclical eras as if you were present in each of the centuries. Sudden memories, apocalypse and hallucinations feels too real and one touch away that comes as nightmares and sudden jerks and icks.

You feel too lonely despite being around people because now you are looking for liberation and salvation but you know it does not comes straight and linear so this another cycle js wearing you out.

Your spiritual wound is to unwind timely, you easily get absorbed in the energy of this world feeling overwhelmed with what happens with others and you feel this ache growing into stuffed emotions where you know you can't do anything to help someone already drowned into their fates.

The only way to heal this, is focus on spiritual practices customise your rituals don't follow others I see water, nature does recharge you well so spend time there without phone and sit idle, time is real but it was never ticking it was always the thing kept you moving throughout all these cycles of energy.

Hydrate you easily dry up, and leave food half eaten, and walk away when things go off topic so learn to withdraw consciously and rest as much as possible.

Signs : Aquarius, Moon, 7th House, 4th House, Taurus, Wisdom, Spiritual Knowledge, Talkative, Mercury 8th house. Sudden blanks, dizziness, running out of time. Hate loud noises.

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[solarpoweredpunkpossum]

having complicated feelings about the politics of rage

like that specific kind of debate bro whose videos are all "liberal DESTROYED raging feminist OWNED by calm facts and logic haha i'm so smart and cool" who thinks anyone not in a perfect stoic state must immediately be wrong (and by proxy their ability to "argue" about things that don't affect them divisive topics calmly means they must be right)

seeing people finding their ways to scream into the void for reaping week or vent the anger and indignity at how screwed up our world is... why is it so taboo? why is it so bad to be upset at, yknow, things that should upset any rational, compassionate person?

because yeah, anger isn't rational and tends to find targets rather than solutions, but for fluff's sake it doesn't just go away! you can't turn off your passion! and you shouldn't! you should be upset! you should be upset about climate change and billionaires and rising fascism! you should be upset that the world is unjust!

but we've created, or accepted, or failed to question, this framework where being calm makes you more correct and being visibly passionate or upset is a bad thing, where being riled up by someone who thinks you don't deserve rights is a sign of weakness, where caring loudly and vibrantly is somehow bad optics because being angry looks bad.

angry people are dangerous. angry people can't be trusted. angry people shouldn't be listened to. angry people can't control their emotions. angry people should just calm down. angry people should be subdued.

just shut up and take it already, won't you?

like. look. the doomerism and despair is strong outside of communities like this. so often i find myself asking where is your rage!? where is your hope?! your joy, your passion, your conviction that a better world will be made!

i spent a long time drowning in some pretty rough crap. when i managed to crawl out of it, the first thing i felt was relief. the second was burning, white-hot rage that i had lived like this, that i had been allowed to live like this. anxiety makes you want to shrink down, be as small as possible, as unintrusive, as unnoticeable. anger told me to be loud, be bright, be visible, shout from the rooftops that i deserved better, turn passion into action instead of wallowing.

yes, i am angry at the world and i should be. i am upset that people who have more money than i can even conceive of can run the planet into the ground and blame me for using too much plastic. i am upset that my existence is someone else's political fodder they can fearmonger about for engagement. i am upset that people are dying over numbers on a graph and lines on a map. i am upset that billions of dollars for guns and tanks gets written off without question, but the single mother of two on food stamps is what's draining the budget. i am upset and i'm not going to apologize for it, because that isn't "letting my emotions control me," it's having basic fluffing compassion for other people.

sorry i can't be calm like you while you're holding a gun to my head. it must be easier when it's your finger on the trigger.

[isetfiretomyself]

Yandere Male Therapist X G/N Reader

I've been posting on this blog for a month 🥳 Happy one month anniversary!!! I tried a more sadistic type Yandere so let's see how that goes!

Trigger Warnings! Yandere Behaviour, The reader isolates themselves away from everyone, Manipulation, a bit of sadism from the Yandere, Yandere is blatantly taking advantage of a mentally unstable person, This is all fictional I don't condone toxic behaviour irl!

🧠Yandere Therapist who was just so bored of his job. Anxiety, depression , unhealthy habits it was the same!

🧠Yandere Therapist who might be bored but is still incredibly good at his job. He started going private and listening to the most wealthy people's issues maybe that's why he got so detached?

🧠Yandere Therapist who was at one of the most expensive bars after hours of hearing people's issues. Expensive whisky swirling round his glass. He never thought with his wealth, his profession he'd be so bored.

And just when he thought he wouldn't get any entertainment today ,there he saw you. A service worker getting scolded by a wealthy client. Nothing new, not in a establishment like this but he was so drawn to the look on your face. So sad...so fragile.

🧠Yandere Therapist who decided to get involved.

"What's the issue here?" His soothing voice loomed over you. He knows he has a good voice, he perfected this voice to be the most attractive it could possible be. Funnily enough it seemed to have the opposite effect on you though.

"Sir! Everything's fine please go back to your seat!" You voice sounded like you were going to cry and your shoulders looked so stiff they'd crack under anymore pressure. The client kept going about how his food was prepared wrong and you kept rebuttaling that he's already ate most of the plate and that you couldn't do anything. Now that people were staring the general manager got involved and told you to go get some air. Nothing mean in the slightest but Yandere Therapist can tell you took it to heart.

🧠Yandere Therapist followed you out to the car park, pretending he was just lighting a cigarette. He didn't get too close but he saw you get in your car and cry....a lot. Hell he's been a Therapist for how long? Ten years? He's never seen someone cry so much before! Definitely didn't take inspiration from myself here -Jay

🧠That's when Yandere Therapist realised he hadn't seen really emotions in so long, sure he hears about it on the daily but seeing this pure mix of anxiety and sadness consume someone. It was borderline addicting.

🧠Yandere Therapist watched you get back out your car and followed you back in.

"Excuse me Dear?" He said, you turned around ,a little startled. "Yes!? Oh... it's you again sir." Yandere Therapist chuckled "please call me James. I'm sorry if I'm overstepping but I'm a therapist and I couldn't help but see how stressed you are..." He almost cooed you, like talking to a puppy. "I don't usually do this but how about a free session? If you like it you can always see me again and if you don't you're not loosing anything."

🧠Yandere Therapist was delighted when you agreed! (He couldn't wait to push your buttons a little.)

🧠Yandere Therapist was had to hide his smile when you got overwhelmed in his session. You really were easy to overload.

🧠Yandere Therapist who found out you feel stupid compared to all your friends now that's an easy solution! Cut them off! Why are you around people that make you sad?

That logic made sense at the time but felt yourself becoming incredibly lonely, the only social interactions you have is at your job. Which was fine but then you were horrified when you saw Yandere Therapist there again. You tried your best to avoid him but Yandere Therapist wasn't having any of it!

🧠Yandere Therapist who had to physically block you from moving, putting an arm ether side of your head.

"Why didn't you come back My Dear? I thought we made so much progress, it saddened me when you didn't return."

Seriously!? That's all it took to get you to cry!? It's like you've got ten times worse! (Which was his plan entirely)

🧠Yandere Therapist who held you in his arms while you apologised over and over saying you couldn't afford his seasons. He saw this coming from a mile away so without hesitation he said the line he rehearsed over and over to himself.

"My Dearest, please I fear your sate has only worsened. I will treat you for free no questions asked. It's my duty as a therapist to try my best to help those in my care and you most definitely should be in my care."

And how could you say no to free therapy? Especially in this economy.

🧠Yandere Therapist saw you over the next few months he'd already got you to cut your friends off but what if you were talking to other people? He was very noisy, trying to figure out any and every sort of interaction you've had.

🧠Yandere Therapist who noticeably winced when you said someone flirted with you. In your eyes this was great! It meant you were loveable but for him, he was livid.

A whole session of you gushing over some uneducated philistine! Unbelievable! But it's okay, you talking so much about him made it really easy to find him!

🧠Yandere Therapist managed to get his hand on this unlucky fool. He grabbed him and slammed the sucker against a wall.

"You filthy mutt! Keep your hands of what's mine!"

🧠Yandere Therapist who managed to get you in his arms while you cried about being stood up!

"It's okay you have me! You can have a session tomorrow! I think it's for the best I keep an eye on you..."

[desifemininewoman]

Amazing facts we were never told growing up that will absolutely blow your mind and hopefully empower you a bit too.

Menopause Is Rare

We all know that every species is main purpose, speaking in evolutionary terms, is to reproduce. So, if we really think about it, then why does menopause exist?

Humein bachpan se directly or indirectly yahi sikhaya jaata hai ki we women are only good for breeding. Our main purpose is baccha paida krna. Especially in our society, we are still expected to not continue our jobs, not continue studying, basically drop everything and be a housewife and push out babies.

But guess what? Only 5 species in total experience menopause. And the theory for that is that menopause is the nature's way to slow you down. To limit reproduction. So that women can pass down knowledge and caregiving. This is linked to evolution of intelligence, culture and complex society.

So, the next time someone says ki ladkiya toh baccha paida krne ke liye hoti hai, hit them with this.

Sperm Quality Affects Pregnancy Outcomes

Sperm isn’t just about fertilization. It affects placenta formation, embryo development, and the immune response of the pregnant person’s body.

Poor sperm quality has been linked to higher miscarriage risks, preeclampsia, and even developmental disorders later in life.

AND! Men’s age affects all this—just like egg quality declines, sperm does too. We just don’t talk about it.

We were always told that the whole child-rearing process is solely ours. Bss 2 minute ka kaam hai ladko ka and that's it. The child grows in our belly and the whole process is something only we have to go through.

WRONG!

This just takes out responsibility from the men. In reality, just like we have to go threw the whole 9 month period of growing a baby in our womb, men have to take care of themselves before pregnancy. The whole pregnancy depends on the quality of sperm. Jitna dhyan humein rkhna padhta hai during pregnancy, men should do the same before pregnancy. Cause their sperm health determines how smoothly the pregnancy would go and also the baby's health.

Male and Female Bodies React Differently to Diseases and Medication

I guess most of us know this one. But medical research has mostly been done for male bodies, even for conditions that affect women more. This is why, till date, we have no proper birth control pills or better solutions for PCOD/PCOS and other female related issues.

If you search the net right now, it will still say that all these diseases are incurable which is untrue. No one has bothered to actually do proper medical research on women.

The pills that they give us for such issues does more harm than good in the long run but we are just never warned about it.

Male Birth Control Exists—But Was Stopped Due to Side Effects Women Face Daily

This one just blew my mind man. There has been a lot of tries with male birth control pills. And one was so damn successful also. 320 man were taken for this study. The sperm count went down significantly when they used that pill but it was stopped because some men reported they faced acne, mood swings and fatigue.

Meanwhile, these are side effects women have endured for decades on the pill.

The Uterus Can Contract in Response to Emotional Stress

That pain during anxiety or heartbreak? Real.

Emotions trigger physical responses in the uterus—like tension, cramping, and bloating. That’s why stress can delay or worsen periods.

So, that's all on my facts bomb train for today.

[sassysnowperson]

The world is exploding and you want me to take care of myself?

I live in the U.S.A. As you might have heard, things are PRETTY BAD right now. It's been bad before, sure. I mostly coped with 2016-2020 by ignoring the news and writing a TON of fanfiction.

But between then and now I went and got a job as a therapist, and it turns out I can't just stick my head when my whole job is to help other people with the stuff that's stressing THEM out. So I've had to find a better way to deal with it. I thought some of y'all might appreciate a distillation of the conversations I've been having, with myself, and with the people I'm working with, as we try to figure this out together.

Yeah, It's Bad.

So yeah, we know that depression and anxiety are lying liars that lie. But. Your anxiety or depression isn't lying to you about this one. Things are bad. That said, maybe it's helpful to check if they are lying to you about your ability to survive this, to handle this, to find spaces where you can act. We are not doomed to paralysis and misery.

The Paralysis is the Point.

The current administration is using a playbook that involves trying to make their opponents feel overwhelmed, helpless, miserable. Any action we take against that is action against tyranny.

Action is the Antidote.

We live in an age where we can take in endless misery, about things that are either so big or so distant or so both that we are not able, by ourselves, to fix them. And that sucks. We need to find a way to turn that fear energy into action.

More Things are Action than You Think.

Self-care is an act of resistance. Authoritarianism does not do well with a hopeful, resilient, connected populace. Taking care of yourself is action, taking care of those you love is action, building hope and resilience is action. Talking to your neighbors, taking care of them, paying attention to their needs and seeking local solutions to address them - all actions. Any step you take towards building resilience in yourself and your community fights the crap you see on the news.

Speaking of the News.

Lets talk about digital self-care. This is not an all-or-nothing situation. If you need to detach completely, go ahead. But your options are not only ignore or open yourself up to an endless stream of misery. This is going to look different for different people, but we have got to refine our information boundaries. That might be blocking or unfollowing people (even people we agree with, who are saying things in a way that triggers our own despair). It might be losing certain platforms, it might be seeking out news from specific trusted journalists or a weekly roundup. Pay attention to how you feel during and after your news and social media use. Is it helping you live the life you want to live? Is it meeting a need? Is there a better way to get that need met?

Some Things are Still Good.

Let's make a Still Good list. All the crap in the world, but you know what, my cats purr is still good. The smell of vanilla and old books is still good, the look of a new-green shoot sticking out of the dirt is still good. No, we're not doing this to ignore the bad and pretend life is wonderful. But our brains are designed to prioritize threats, and with so many threats, it will wear itself out trying to protect you. Find the things that are still good, focus on them. Let yourself rest in the good, at least for awhile.

You are not alone.

It's so easy to feel alone. Feel like we misjudged the world, what was important to people. How can people think so differently than ourselves? The world is so big, things are so bad, and it feels like we're fighting by ourselves, so why not give up?

You are not alone. There are people that believe in the same things you do. You are not the only one fighting. Anything that you find full of despair and hopelessness, I promise, there are smart people with good ideas working on it. Take comfort from their presence. If you have space to do more, try to find them for the thing that's close to your heart.

I want better for us. And I know I am not alone. Neither are you. I promise. Neither are you.

[xoln04f1xo]

Fluff

Pairings: OP81 x Reader

WARNINGS: Mental health struggles, depression, anxiety

WC: 3.5k

Divider Credit: @enchanthings-a

You didn’t mean for it to get this bad again.

It wasn’t like there was some grand trigger, a breaking point you could point to and say, “This is when everything fell apart.” It was more like the slow accumulation of dust - too subtle to notice until one day you couldn’t breathe.

Your days blurred. Mornings felt like cliffs, steep and cold and impossible to climb. Food lost its taste. Messages sat unanswered. And every time someone asked “Are you okay?” you smiled a little too quickly and said, “Yeah, just tired.”

But Oscar knew.

He always knew.

He didn’t press. He never did. That was one of the things you loved most about him - he didn’t try to fix you, didn’t come armed with platitudes or solutions. He just stayed.

The first time he noticed the shift, he brought home your favorite snack without comment. The second time, he quietly canceled a dinner you didn’t have the energy for. And the third, he simply pulled you into his arms while you stood in the hallway trying not to cry over absolutely nothing.

Today, though, you hadn’t even gotten out of bed.

You lay cocooned under the duvet, eyes open but distant, watching dust motes float through a beam of morning light. You heard him padding around the flat - muttering something about breakfast and weather apps - but none of it felt real. You felt like you were underwater, watching life happen above the surface.

Then the door creaked open.

“Hey, love,” Oscar said gently, stepping in. His voice was soft, like he was trying not to startle you. “You didn’t get up.”

You wanted to respond. Wanted to say something funny, or at least convincing. But your throat felt like it had been closed off with string, tight and impossible to loosen.

Instead, you blinked once.

Oscar crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. “I made toast,” he said. “With honey. Thought you might want a little bite.”

You didn’t move.

He didn’t take it personally. He never did.

After a moment, he leaned over and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Do you want me to stay here for a bit?”

You nodded - just barely.

That was all he needed.

Oscar slipped under the blanket beside you, kicking off his socks and curling toward your still form like gravity was pulling closer. His body was warm against yours, a stark contrast to the chill under your skin.

Neither of you spoke.

There was no pressure. No questions like "What's wrong?" or "When did it start again?" Just his arm sliding gently across your waist, his forehead resting against your temple, and the occasional light-feather kiss to your hair.

You felt your chest start to ache - not in a painful way at all, but in that fragile, full way that comes with being truly seen.

"I know it's hard," he whispered eventually, his breath tickling your skin. "And I know it probably feels like everything's slipping away again. But i'm here. Even if you don't want to talk. Even if all you want to do is lie here."

You swallowed around the tightness in your throat, finally managing a whisper. "I'm sorry."

Oscar pulled back just enough to look at you, his brow furrowing. "No. No don't be sorry."

Tears welled up before you could stop them, thick and hot and frustrating. "I just... I don't know why it's like this again... I was doing fine... and now i'm not... and i feel so..." You cut yourself off, words crumbling into nothing.

"Hey," he said softly, wiping away the tear from your cheek with his thumb. "Listen to me. You don't have to explain it. Your brain's having a hard time, that's all. It doesn't make you weak, or broken, or any less incredible."

Silence fell again, but it was softer now - less suffocating. You turned slightly, pressing your face into his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat. It felt safe here, grounded. You didn't have to perform. You didn't have to pretend. You could just be.

Eventually, he ran a hand slowly down your back. “I was thinking… maybe later we could go for a little walk. Just to the park and back. No pressure if you’re not up for it, but the air might feel nice. What do you think?”

You didn’t answer right away, but the idea of leaving your bed didn’t feel as impossible with Oscar beside you. It was like he carried a little bit of light, enough to scatter the darkest corners.

“Maybe,” you whispered.

“That’s all I need,” he said with a smile in his voice. “A maybe is good.”

He stayed there with you until your breathing evened out, until your muscles stopped trembling. His arms didn’t waver. His voice, when he spoke, was a gentle thread anchoring you back to the world.

“I love you,” he whispered eventually. “On your good days, your bad days, and all the blurry ones in between.”

You didn’t say it back right away.

Not because you didn’t feel it - but because the words would’ve made you cry again. Because it was too much, in the best way. Because you were still learning to believe that kind of love could be yours.

But you tightened your fingers around his shirt and held on.

And that, Oscar knew, was enough.

It took a few hours. More than a few, honestly.

Oscar didn’t say anything when you didn’t move after lunch. He just left a glass of water by the nightstand and tiptoed around the flat, cleaning up quietly, like someone keeping the house warm for a friend going through a storm.

You stayed wrapped in the blankets, your limbs heavy, the dull ache of exhaustion pressing down on every bone. But his presence helped. It always did.

Around 4 PM, the light outside turned golden, spilling through the windows like something out of a dream. You watched it for a long time. It made you feel small, and somehow, that was a comfort - like the world was big enough to hold this heaviness, even if you couldn’t.

Eventually, you pulled yourself up to sit, your legs dangling over the edge of the bed.

Oscar peeked into the room the second he heard movement. “Hey, sleepy.”

You gave him a small, tired smile - your first one in days. “I think I’m ready… for the park.”

His expression didn’t change into something too bright or relieved. He just smiled back, like he knew exactly how much strength that simple sentence took.

“Okay. No rush,” he said, and then disappeared for a second to grab your hoodie - the big one with the worn cuffs that smelled faintly like him and comfort. “But let’s bundle you up. It’s kind of chilly out there.”

You took it wordlessly, slipping your arms into it, and let him help pull the zipper halfway up.

“I packed snacks,” he added, like it was some great adventure. “And a flask of hot chocolate. Because I know you secretly like it more than tea.”

You huffed a soft laugh, the first real sound out of you all day. “That’s not a secret.”

“Well, now it’s a confirmed preference. Very official.”

He kissed the top of your head, grabbed a blanket to throw over his arm, and the two of you headed out into the soft hush of late afternoon.

The park wasn’t far - just a ten-minute walk through the quiet back streets near your place. The air was crisp but not biting, the kind of weather that made your cheeks cold but your heart a little warm. Trees rustled softly, birds chirped like they had no idea the world could feel so heavy.

Oscar kept his hand in yours the whole way.

He didn’t try to make conversation. Didn’t force you to talk or explain. Instead, he swung your joined hands gently back and forth like you were kids on a playground. Like joy didn’t have to be big or loud - sometimes, it could be found in the way someone held on.

You found a quiet bench tucked under a tree, not far from a little pond where ducks drifted lazily across the surface. Oscar spread the blanket across the wood before you sat down, always thinking of the little things.

“Sit, sit,” he said, motioning you over. “This bench is now officially a cuddle zone.”

You snorted, more air than sound, but it felt like a laugh, and he lit up at that.

The two of you sat close, your shoulder pressed against his, his arm wrapping around your back like it was made to hold you.

For a while, there was nothing but silence - and for once, it wasn’t heavy. It felt like breathing room.

Oscar poured you a cup of hot chocolate from the flask, careful not to spill any as he handed it over. You took a sip, the warmth curling through your fingers, the sweetness resting on your tongue like a reminder that small comforts still mattered.

“Look,” he murmured, nodding toward the pond.

A little family of ducks - a mum and three ducklings - wobbled across the grass, tripping over each other, fluffy and chaotic.

“They’re so dramatic,” you said softly, watching as one of them nearly face-planted into a clump of wet leaves.

Oscar grinned. “Peak performers. That one’s definitely the Max Verstappen of ducklings. No chill.”

You let out a real laugh this time, surprised at the sound of it. It echoed a little too loud in your chest, like your heart wasn’t used to the rhythm.

Oscar looked down at you, eyes crinkling in that way that always made you feel like maybe everything really was going to be okay.

“You know,” he said quietly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “you don’t have to pretend to be okay around me. Ever. But I love seeing you smile.”

Your throat tightened again, but not with pain this time. With gratitude. With love.

“I’m scared it’s going to get bad again,” you admitted.

Oscar didn’t flinch.

“It might,” he said honestly. “But we’ll get through it. Just like we’re getting through this.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, letting your body rest against his, letting yourself believe him.

“Even when I’m a mess?” you asked.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Especially then. You're not a burden. You’re my favourite person. Mess and all.”

You sat there until the sun dipped lower in the sky, turning the clouds pink and gold. The ducks wandered off, the wind picked up a little, and the chill started to creep back in. But you stayed warm.

Because Oscar held you like he meant it.

Because his love wasn’t the kind that faded when things got dark.

Because here, in a quiet park with your fingers wrapped around a warm cup and your heart wrapped in his steady hands, you felt - if not okay - then at least safe.

And for the first time in a long while, that felt like enough.

By the time the two of you got home, dusk had slipped into evening, painting the sky with soft shadows and fading lavender. The air was cooler now, and Oscar tugged you a little closer as you walked, the blanket still draped over one arm, the empty flask tucked into the crook of the other.

You felt… not fixed. Not healed. But lighter. Like you’d exhaled for the first time in weeks.

And all it took was one afternoon. One hoodie. One Oscar.

He kicked the door open with a gentle nudge of his foot, letting you step inside first.

“I vote for pajamas and couch nest,” he declared the moment he locked the door behind you.

You turned to look at him, eyebrows raised. “Couch nest?”

Oscar grinned like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Blankets. Pillows. Snacks. Possibly a terrible movie. Optional foot massage.”

That pulled another small smile out of you, your cheeks aching from the unfamiliar motion. “You just made that up.”

“I absolutely did not. I take couch nesting very seriously. You’re talking to an expert.”

You laughed softly, and Oscar leaned down to kiss your cheek before heading to the living room, already grabbing cushions off the chairs.

You changed slowly into pyjamas - thick socks, his oversized hoodie again, soft cotton bottoms - and by the time you padded out of the bedroom, the couch had been transformed. Pillows lined every side. Three blankets were layered on top. A string of fairy lights you didn’t even realize he’d put up twinkled gently around the curtain rail.

“You are ridiculous,” you murmured, staring at the cozy chaos.

Oscar popped up from where he was adjusting the last corner of a blanket. “I know,” he said proudly. “But I’m your ridiculous.”

That made something flutter in your chest.

You climbed onto the couch, letting him pull you into the nest like you were precious cargo. His arm found its place around you instantly, and you tucked your head into the crook of his shoulder, your legs draped across his lap. He rubbed soft circles into your calf without even thinking about it.

The movie he put on was some low-stakes animated thing - talking animals, goofy humour, predictable plot. But it didn’t matter. You weren’t really watching it. You were watching him in the glow of the screen, his eyes soft and warm every time he glanced at you, like you were the most important thing in his world.

And maybe you were.

After a while, your eyes started to droop. You blinked slow and heavy, head tipping forward.

Oscar noticed immediately.

“Hey,” he murmured, brushing your hair back gently. “You okay?”

You nodded. “Just tired. But like… the good kind.”

He smiled, then leaned down to press a long, slow kiss to your forehead. “That’s good.”

You curled closer, burying yourself into his side, fingers toying absently with the hem of his shirt. “I’m scared it won’t last,” you admitted quietly.

He didn’t rush to reassure you. Didn’t drown you in forced optimism. He just squeezed you a little tighter.

“It doesn’t have to last forever,” he said gently. “Just long enough to get to the next good moment. And I’ll be here for all of them. The hard ones, too.”

You nodded, eyes prickling again - not from pain this time, but from something softer. Gratitude. Safety. Love.

It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t a grand speech or a moment from a movie. It was real. Quiet. Steady.

Oscar Piastri didn’t love you in loud declarations or over-the-top gestures.

He loved you in the way he folded your hoodie and left it on your pillow. In the snacks you didn’t ask for but always appeared. In the way he waited for you to come back to yourself, and never once tried to rush the process.

And now, he loved you in silence - his hand rubbing slow circles into your back, his chest rising and falling in time with yours, his body curled around you like a shield against the world.

Your voice was barely more than a whisper when you said it, but it didn’t need to be louder.

“I love you, Oz.”

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he tilted your chin up gently, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand, and kissed you - not deep or passionate, just a soft press of lips that said me too in a thousand quiet ways.

“I love you,” he whispered back. “Always. And I’ve got you. Okay?”

You nodded, the words catching in your throat.

And in the glow of fairy lights and the low hum of cartoon voices, you closed your eyes. Your body relaxed, breath deepening, your chest finally settling into something that felt like peace.

The next day might be hard. The one after that, too.

But for now, wrapped in warmth and his love, with your head on his chest and your heart slowly stitching itself back together - you let go.

Because you were home. And you were safe.

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