#Then I remember ✨️trauma✨️

[knockouts-medibay]

tfw you remember you'll be a legal adult in like four months.

Im not ready gang... dont let adulthood take me

[woantohae]

Nothing's gonna stop us now || (Void x reader x Sentry)

Summary: Y/N is pulled into the Void by the dark entity that takes over Bob. The team prepares to go after her, while Y/N and Void seem to get a little closer. But at the same time, the past and traumas can be revived.

Author's note: I'm counting down the days until Thunderbolts* comes out, I'm so excited and I need more and more new trailers and teasers!!✨️ This movie will definitely surprise us.

On the other hand, this is a continuation of the Thunderbolts series, based on scenes from the new teaser that came out. Here we finally explore the Void.

Hope you like it! 💌

Everything was dark.

Y/N was stranded in complete darkness, unable to see anything that would indicate where she might be. It's cold, empty and void. She thinks it might be one of her many nightmares. Usually, darkness surrounded her and took her back to her worst memories of everything she had to endure.

Her heart was beating hard, but she was strong and fearless on the outside; she didn't want to look defenseless. She hopes the team can find her, but the girl's sure it will take a while, because she herself didn't know where she was, to begin with. After a few seconds, she begins to hear footsteps getting closer and closer to her, and feels a presence behind her. Suddenly her vision clears and she seems to appear in front of the door of a laboratory. She swallows hard as she remembers what it is and her hair stands on end.

"A lot of memories, huh?" he asks behind her back.

Y/N falls silent and hears a mocking laugh from beside her. Void stares at her with his body turned towards her, putting his arms behind his back.

"It must have been difficult for little Y/N to be experimented on for her..." he approaches her ear to whisper "abilities"

Y/N shakes her head, while Void smirks. Inside the girl feels nauseous and a cold that suddenly envelops her.

"Do you want to destabilize me? Is that your purpose with us?" She tries to sound firm, but feels her voice shake a little. "What do you want?"

Void stands in front of her and suddenly the girl feels his dark gaze piercing her soul. He hardens his gaze, raising his hand and caressing her cheek, watching as Y/N slightly moves away from him.

"We're not so different. You and I," he answers as he begins to walk around her, as if she were his prey . "I've noticed since Bob met you all the pain that consumes you from the inside. Your past that condemns you, even though you move forward. Even if avoid your fears."

Y/N licks her lips. She decides that it's pointless to use her powers for now, since he can easily use them against her, so she decides to play along.

"What do you gain from all this?" she asks. Void stops in front of her again and smiles coldly at her again.

"A companion," he replies. "Someone who will help me, accompany me, and... share the same desires as me."

"What would those wishes be? If we're not supposed to be so different, like you said" she asks.

Void answers her seriously, while Y/N hears the door open and notices a person in a chair with her hands and feet tied. Long black hair covers the person's face, but she knows who it is.

"Having total control of our lives" he says in the girl's ear, while he is behind her "But first we must face our fears"

Y/N is alarmed as soon as she feels Void gently push her into the room and face one of her greatest fears.

Being seen as a monster.

She turns to Void, but he disappears leaving her completely alone with her past. After that, she begins to pound on the door with all her might. She uses her powers to try to find a way out or make one to escape from there, but it's impossible.

She decides that the most reasonable thing to do—and the only thing she can do now—is to face her past. So letting out a sigh and trying to calm her breathing, she turns around finding herself trapped in the chair.

Reliving all the pain she remembers as if she never managed to escape.

If she could escape and defeat it once, she could do it again. Her heart was still racing after being able to face such a memory that tormented her.

She had fought off a few more before Void appeared at her side again, grinning from ear to ear. It was true that he enjoyed the situation, because he fed off of people's fear. But even with a dark soul, deep in his heart, Void felt a bit sorry for the girl.

Void was not in the habit of obsessing over people. He wanted to see them suffer and fall into the void of their own fears, thus being able to grow stronger with each fearful soul, advancing further until achieving his goal: having total control of Bob's body.

"I see you've been able to get through all this," he announces. "You should be proud of yourself."

"How much longer will you keep me here?" she asks softly.

Void raises an eyebrow.

"You don't like my company?" Void pouts and sighs in mock pain. "And here I thought we were beginning to be friends."

Y/N smirks and doesn't look away this time.

"If you didn't want to destroy me mentally, maybe I'd give you a chance," she admits, then shrugs, "I'm very friendly. Especially to those I care about"

Void turns his back and a smile curves his lips, thinking about how interesting he finds the girl, even though he shouldn't. It's as if an invisible magnetic force is trying to draw him to her and wants to explore all her fears and pains in order to—perhaps—take them away from her. That's ridiculous even thinking about it, he thinks to himself.

"Your friends are here," he announces, and a hint of hope and reassurance spreads through Y/N's chest. "But it won't be easy for them to find you."

He vanishes in the corners of the dark. And although Y/N ​​didn't really crave his company, she seemed to need it now, immersed in loneliness. And after a few seconds, Y/N's surroundings begin to transform into a place she knows very well. A place where she felt safe, or rather a person made her feel safe.

Dieter. An old friend.

Void disappears, leaving her alone in the room filled with clothes, suits, and fabrics scattered everywhere. She feels her eyes water with tears as she sees that everything is just as the boy had arranged it when he was alive.

"No," she murmurs shaking her head.

A chill runs down her spine as she feels someone breathing near her neck, so she quickly turns around, finding nothing but a copy of the suit she is wearing. The battle suit and the green crown that Dieter made for her. But it's all covered in blood.

Suddenly, she feels someone's arms pull and imprison her without her being able to move. She struggles, entering into desperation.

"You killed me" they whisper in her ear, before they throw her to the floor and thousands of fabrics begin to tie her body so that she does not escape easily.

If them were metal, she would have freed herself already. In front of her appears the blond —Dieter— who accompanied her when she needed him the most. Then, her sister Wanda and Pietro appear. But the three of them have a horrible and putrid appearance, as if they had come out of the grave.

"It's your fault" Wanda whispers in a creepy voice.

Y/N shakes her head repeatedly, wanting to run away from the place. She can't take it anymore.

"No, no, no. I didn't...." she whispers.

Dieter takes it upon himself to bring his dirty, wounded hands up to Y/N's neck and begin to choke her.

Void watches all of this from the darkness of the room and the scenario he creates for her. He should be enjoying this, but he can't quite do it. However, the dark entity sees the desperation in the girl's soul and can't help but feel something stir inside him.

He doesn't like this feeling. Because it's new for him.

Why?

"Please" she begs crying, tears falling down her cheeks "I'm sorry. Please.... i didn't do it. It wasn't my fault"

Void clenches his jaw and stares intently at the scene before his eyes and thinks that it's too much, so he decides to stop it, and is shocked by the decision he has just made.

For the first time ever.

What was going on with him?

Void feels Sentry starting to fight him, so he must get away from the place immediately and take care of it —more like him. Not without giving the girl one last look.

...

Y/N sits on the ground and catches her breath, moving as far away from what was once the nightmare as possible. Suddenly, she feels arms around her and screams in fear trying to free herself.

"Hey, hey. It's me. Bucky" says the voice.

Y/N turns to find the black haired man besides her and the notices the rest of the team with faces relieved to find her, but as if they had been recently traumatized too. She touches his arms and feels that he is real, so she lets her friend hug her.

"We came for you" says Yelena besides her on her knees.

Y/N smiles gratefully at her and the others.

As if regaining her memory, she looks around and tries to find a sign of Void, but he's not there. And she doesn't feel his presence either. But she is surprised to see Bob in a gold and blue suit, with a slightly more confident posture.

"Bob?" she asks.

He walks over to her and kneels down beside her.

"He won't hurt you anymore," he promises in a confident voice.

Y/N frowns and shakes her head, not quite understanding.

"I don't understand. Where is he? Will he come back? Why....?" she asks.

Bob takes her hand to try to calm her down.

"We took care of him while he had you prisoner of your traumas" John answers behind Bucky's back "Well, Bob took care of him"

Y/N looks at the blue-eyed man and he tells her with his gaze that it's true.

"Each one of us had to go through the same thing, Y/N" Ava points out softly in her voice "But we're okay now. Now that we're together"

"As a team" Yelena says.

"As a family" Alexei corrects.

A small smile forms on her lips.

Then her eyes travel to Bob who is still holding her hand. A look of guilt paints his face.

"I'm sorry for what I put you through. What he put you through" he says sincerely. "I promise you that I will control it."

The girl nods with her head, finally shaking her hand with his, and understanding that it is not his fault. She still doesn't know who Bob really is, or what Void wanted of her — with her— or if they are the same person. But one thing she was sure of for now.

She had a team that would be there for her, and help her get through this when she never had anyone to do it before.

Perhaps, a family?

No, they were still very far from it.

But that was enough for now.

....

And Void was also far away, watching her. In the dark, the void.

Waiting. For her.

And longing to be able to meet her again.

Be close to her again.

Be with her.

Part IV

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₊˚ʚ 💙 ₊˚✧ ﾟPile 1:

Hi Pile 1! This person will not enter your life through Instagram or TikTok, not anything like that, I feel like they kinda hate it honestly, maybe they dont even have social media; they have quite an unique energy tbh. They have a look that makes you turn your head and think "Who's that?", but with such an enigmatic vibe that you don't even know if they even realized you existed. But they did. They observe. They take their time. They're not much of a talker, but when they do, every word seems really important, everything has a meaning with them. You don't know if they're flirting or analyzing you, which its kinda funny, i see you all confused about them and it can make you a little bit stressed (in a good way). They leave you confused but wanting more. And then the chase begins. Not with flowers or grand gestures. With details you don't even know how to notice: they remember you don't like cilantro (if you dont like cilantro for real, shout out to you bc thats what im getting) , they save you the last piece of cake, they help you with something without saying anything, and then they disappear as if nothing happened. At first, you think they're very cold. You tell yourself you don't want to get involved. But when you get to know them better, you realize: they're someone with a lot going on inside. They don't show it out of fear, habit, trauma, whatever. But with you, things slip out. Long glances. Overly personal comments. Confessions that spill out unintentionally, i feel like thay are someone who is more private but with you they find themselves sharinh things without even noticing, you have something about you that makes them just drop their trust issues. And you start to see something that intrigues you more than any cheap chatter. They'll be constant, but in their own way. They'll make you feel seen, cared for, protected, without shouting it out. Until one day, without realizing how you got there, you're sitting across from them, looking at them as if they were your longtime best friend, and you know that they're just as scared as you are about this feelings. But they will stay with you right there, and a really beautiful realtionship will blossom <3. They are so sweet, honestly, its giving Edward Cullen in the best way possible, twilight might be important too.

₊˚ʚ 💙 ₊˚✧ ﾟPile 2:

Hi pile 2! This energy is just so light, Pile 2, this person its so fun. It starts off easy. Chatting, laughter, support. You tell them your romantic dramas, they listen without judgment, and laughs when you say that no one's worth it anymore. You two may start out as friends, but they'll be thinking about you ALL THE TIME, believe me. And one day everythings changes, i feel like it will be so CLEAR for everyone that you two are in love, except for you two. Ayways, they give you a hug that lasts half a second longer than usual. They look at you as if they don't see you the same way anymore. And you feel it. But you get scared. Because if they were your friend, what do you do with this now? They start making comments they didn't say before. They take a little more interest in your personal life. They offer help without you asking. They listen to you as if you're the only thing that matters. And without saying it, they start showing up everywhere you are. Not out of necessity. Out of choice. Because they want to see you well (this oerson is honestly an angel pile 2, soo good for you). Because they're starting to like the way you laugh. The way you think. The way you live. When they finally decide to take the plunge, it won't be with a picture-perfect romantic declaration. It'll be something simple, almost casual, on an ordinary day. But you'll be ready. Because you've been wondering for a while. Because deep down you knew this wasn't "just friendship." And when you kiss for the first time, you feel that this is IT, that finally, someone truly knows you and still chooses you. That love doesn't have to hurt. That sometimes, they're right there next to you, making you laugh like it's nothing <3. This person is giving me Jim Halpert from the office vibes, you two can have a Jim-Pam kind of story, i honestly loved channel this so much, im wishing you two the best, send the weeding invitation pile 2!

₊˚ʚ 💙 ₊˚✧ ﾟPile 3:

Hi pile 3! Oooh my dearest pile 3, this story starts just when you think it's over. When you say "I'm not looking for anything else" and the universe laughs in your face and sends you this person who appears as if you had manifested them by accident (you could have tho, i feel your manifestation skills are on point). Suddenly you're going about your life, relaxed, and boom: someone speaks to you with such fresh, joyful energy that you don't even realize you're already liking them in two seconds. And it's not that they're coming with a plan to win you over. They're just who they are. They make you laugh without even trying. They say lovely things to you without even realizing it. They look at you with a frightening honesty because there's no ulterior motive, just desire. A desire to get to know you. A desire to share. A desire to be with you. And you, who were comfortable in your bubble, start to open up without realizing it. This person pursues you with authenticity. They invite you to random things. They send you beautiful songs. They tell you what they think without a filter, and they don't hold anything back. They're the kind who writes "I like you" and isn't embarrassed to death. They tell you they miss you and mean it. They don't need to make a fuss to keep you interested. They just make you want to stay. And when you see them interact with life, with their friends, with their family, with you, you understand that they're not faking. That it's not a mask to fall in love. It's simply them. And that kind of truth, that kind of light, is what makes you trust again. And just like that, without looking for it, without planning it, without expecting it… you fall. And you say thank you. Because finally this person feels like exactly what you needed, when you most thought it no longer existed (btw im so sorry if you had bad romantic expiriences before, non of them were your fault and you deserve all the love in the world pilr 3, sending you my love <3). You will be glowing with this person pile 3, and they will worship the ground you walk in, LITERALLY.

˖°𓇼💙⋆☁️🫧Thank you for reading and let me know if it resonated!˖°𓇼💙⋆☁️🫧

[moondustghost]

Kai : stuck in an evil dimension that only opens every I don't remember how many thousands of years ✨️

Lloyd : repeated panic attacks after the 17 seasons of trauma caught him up ✨️

Arin : looks more and more like Morro, this close to fall in the dark side ✨️

Jay : amnesic and forced to be an agent at the pseudo Matrix ✨️

What a great start for this season 😀

[letters-of-libertas]

Building confidence as a conventionally unattractive woman part 2 [with context]

In the first part I spoke about why it's important to build confidence as a conventionally unattractive woman & briefly touched on why low confidence can be caused and this post will focus on how to build confidence despite being conventionally unattractive that goes beyond ✨️just glow up✨️

Summary here

Know that this is going to be an uphill battle, saddle up partner - this wont be overnight work and will require consistency.

Speaking of battles, learn to pick the worthy ones - confidence is not about fighting everything & being the big girl. Sometimes the most confident (+ beneficial & safest) thing you can do is leave people in their delusion, their words don't determine you.

Carve a safe loving environment/space for yourself - Tough but most crucial advice here. When you're younger you have less control over your environment but as an adult you have slightly more control over where & who you want to be around. Gravitate to spaces that see you beyond your looks, stay away from negative places/people. Contrary to popular belief, strength & confidence doesn't always come from abusive environments but loving, safe, and secure environments. You're used to a level of standard so you're not going to be willing to accept less. Being in spaces where you're loved, defended, and appreciated can improve your confidence. You wont take shit knowing it doesn't have to be that way. I remember seeing a reddit post on a guy who tries making this attractive woman feel bad bc she wont date him. He brought cookies to an event & didn't give her any to make her feel left out but other people offered her some & she refused. This only made him feel worse. Bullying & toxicity only thrive in environments that allow it so if you're in a place with high amounts of negativity - find another place or build your own. There are always options.

There are always options - Following from the above. Know that there's always alternatives. Other people, other places, other environments, another choice, etc. Dont feel chained to a specific place, easier said than done but keep it in mind you dont have to take crap from places. Give yourself permission to explore.

Work on coming to terms with trauma you've endured due to your looks - Learn to handle your trauma either by therapy or another means because your trauma is going to keep interfering with your life when you least expect it.

Come to terms with being unattractive - If you own it, it can't effectively be weaponised against you. Traits of confident people isn't that they're perfect but they own their shit & know others aren't perfect either.

Learn to do things on your own/upskill - before the community commies come after me like iTs NaTuRe tO fOrM cOmMuNiTy; 1. I address a lot of this in this post but I'll highlight one point which is that whether you like it or not you're not going to have community. You're not going to receive support anyways. Dont waste time on others, focus on yourself. You only have yourself so give yourself what you can.

Be comfortable being the villain - Dont aim to be liked or disliked, have a purpose; stand for something and focus on that instead. Other people don't have to understand you anyways. It sucks but people will view your actions in a bad light (opposite to the halo effect) no matter what you do so own your shit instead.

Understand the impacts - The world aint kind to many but it's especially cruel if you're deemed conventionally unattractive. Know the impacts of this (such as more of your actions being perceived negatively) so you can navigate them better.

Be less apologetic - Truth is, when you're physically ugly all of your actions will be seen in a bad light no matter what. Made a mistake? Got a partner? Helped someone good? Did something good? Got an achievement? Got a good job? It will be seen as negative anyways and at some point with this constant negativity some will feel apologetic about their very existence. Instead, don't be apologetic & turn the spotlight back to them. You did xyz, so what? They can shut up & stay seething.

Learn to be witty - Many people are going to try and humble you or start shit with you even as you mind your own business. You'll be more confident when you're able to own your shit & shut others down.

Be adaptable - Being able to wing it & wade through situations will boost your confidence. Most things in life aren't planned, the more you're able to adapt the better you'll get at handling thing which can improve your confidence.

Accept & realise some most things are out of your control - this sucks but can also be an advantage. You can do everything right, have powerful cards and still lose. However you can also do everything wrong and still win. This takes me to the next point.

Learn to detach - Tying yourself too close to things or people leads to dependency which leads to anxiety. Learn to do things without attaching yourself too much. Do things for a higher purpose than the individual or just purely for the hell of it. Get used to doing things (either positive or negative) without attaching yourself to the outcome.

Dont take things personal - 9/10 times people will treat you based on factors you cant control. This isn't to say to not feel a type of way about how people treat you feel but try not to internalise it. Internalising it only knocks your confidence down. It sucks but it is what it is.

Find a source of strength & confidence - This will be your answer to why you SHOULD be confident. Why you should speak up. Why you should put yourself out there if you want. Why you should be okay when you get push back, etc.

Be okay with silence. Pause - You dont have to respond to or acknowledge everything especially if it doesn't serve you.

Study & mirror traits of confident people - Self explanatory, fake it till you make it & doing this will point you in the right direction.

You don't have to always justify yourself - This is important to bear in mind cause when you're conventionally unattractive your actions will always be seen in a bad light. It doesn't matter what good you do it's the opposite of the halo effect. When you dont care to be defensive & justify your actions, people have less ammo against you. Over explaining and trying to make people understand will do more harm than good. If people want to understand you they will, if not they wont & nothing you do will help.

Focus on the now over what was or could be - Mindfulness gets a lot of hate but a degree of it is honestly helpful for some situations.

Turn the spotlight back on others - As mentioned nobody is perfect anyways. If it comes to it, dont justify yourself focus on others instead. Take the focus away from whatever they're trying to highlight on you. I remember when a woman posted on twitter & people came for her size, she obliterated them by insulting their life circumstances over justifying her size. After this happened with a couple selfies she posted, trolls greatly reduced.

Move with purpose - Have focus and deprioritise the rest. When you have no solid concrete purpose you're prone to caring about everything including irrelevant stuff.

Own your shit (even if you're wrong) - People can tell when you're not confident & will take advantage of that in most cases. Also learn how to present a confident fromt until your confidence actually improves.

Surround yourself with other confident people - A lot of other points already touch on the benefits of this but I'll add that the people you surround yourself with make up a big part of who you are. Surrounding yourself with confident people can also inspire confidence in you.

[marigoldwriter]

Let's be honest; the day Chloe finds out that Red never had a truly decent birthday party (I think they were banned in Wonderland or something, I don't remember, but if I'm wrong, here's one more hc) she's going to become the best party planner that has ever been seen in Auradon!!

She will want to throw a surprise birthday party for Red, and Bridget (now good, after time travel) will help her throw the best party Auradon has ever seen, in good old Wonderland style.

And Red, not knowing anything, just wants PEACE on her birthday, to do nothing all day like always, especially because this date brings out her ✨️traumas✨️ related to her old mama. Anyway, it's going to be a hell of a mess but it would make a good fanfic.

[sharrrrt]

The grumpy cynical awful evil man and the little girl he totally definitely doesn't care about <3

Skarra and Dee headcanons below 🥺 and also a fic idea cuz I got carried away with ranting 💀

Dee definitely does bad stuff just because it's fun and that's why she went along with Skarra's scheming. But she also looks up to him in some way, otherwise why would she copy his look☝️ she would never admit that tho cuz it's cringe

Dee is a bully at school. Skarra tries to tell her off but he can't help laughing at some of the stuff she does 💀

Dee's parents travel a lot for their work so she's usually left with a hired caretaker

One time tho, Skarra was free to look after her and ever since then they usually leave her to stay at his place (Dee really liked hanging out with him and annoyed her parents to death about it)

Skarra hates how Dee's parents are and once he realized how often she's basically left alone he makes the most of their time together yayyyy healing his inner child

Skarra loves Dee's personality but he also doesn't want her to end up like him :(

They practice soccer together sometimes. Dee isn't seriously into it but she has fun learning tricks

Skarra would make fun of her fails and then pick her back up the very next second

God forbid Skarra leaves anyone in IU to look after Dee 💀💀 he caught her talking to Dooma once and the man was about to list his entire criminal record 😭

So Skarra definitely spoils her right. Like yea the pink buggy wasn't her style but that must have cost some pennies, and most importantly her custom jersey awwwwwww 🥺💕✨️ srsly if Skarra didn't care he wouldn't have spent a dime for her✋️

Next few are a continuation of this post which I MIGHT turn into a fic no promises:

Shakes helped a lost Dee find Skarra and once they found each other she kicked Shakes in the shins and they both laughed at him 🫶🥺

This happens on the same day as a game against IU so Shakes honestly thought it was a ploy to get him to miss it

Dee kept running around and being generally annoying so Shakes at his boiling point said "fuck it" and left Dee to wait by herself (remember this is the same guy that didn't give a damn about that kid in japan 💀☝️)

On his way to the stadium tho, he spots Skarra!!! Asking people around, looking for Dee!! He's missing the game to find his neice...who Shakes just abandoned...for the game...

He leads Skarra to Dee.

They have a nice reunion :) and figured at this point they can't make it to the game. No second-half surprise entrances this time!

This fic idea is basically my answer to what !should be! Shakes' biggest flaw and that is his unwillingness to compromise soccer for anything. Like in "beautiful gaming" as mentioned it gets to a point where it goes from admirably fighting for his dream to an unhealthy obsession that's a coverup for some deep-seated trauma and self-worth issues

The guy needs to get a life🙏

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

Heyyy! I was wondering if you could write something where Roh Jae-Won teaches the reader — his girlfriend — how to ride a bike?When she was a child, she tried to learn but ended up falling badly and getting hurt, so she never had the courage to try again.

Since then, she’s been really scared of trying, and even today she still carries that fear. I thought it would be so cute (and kinda funny) if he, with all his patience and love, helped her overcome that trauma.

(I saw on his Instagram that he really loves riding bikes in his free time, so this idea just popped into my head out of nowhere :p)

Slow And Easy

Character: Roh jae won X fem!reader

Summary: Above✨️✨️

Warnings: none

You eyed the bicycle like it was a ticking bomb.

It was a sunny afternoon, golden light painting the quiet park path, the breeze soft and perfect. And yet, your heart was racing like you were being chased. Not from exercise—no. From fear. The bike stood waiting, innocent and red. And beside it, Roh Jae-Won—your sweet, annoyingly persistent boyfriend—watched you with the gentlest smile.

"You know, if it had teeth, it still wouldn’t bite you,” he teased lightly.

You groaned, hugging your arms across your chest. “You know I fell off once and scraped my entire face.”

“You told me it was your knee.”

“I emotionally scraped my entire face, Jae-Won.”

He tried not to laugh but failed. “Okay, okay. Sorry.” He came to stand beside you, brushing his hand over your back in slow, soothing circles. “I remember. And I get it. But you trust me, don’t you?”

You looked up at him. Damn those warm eyes. “Yeah.”

“Then let me be your training wheels,” he said softly. “I’ll hold on. I won’t let go unless you say so.”

You exhaled slowly, the weight of that childhood memory still clinging to your shoulders like a second skin. But Jae-Won’s hand in yours was grounding.

“Okay,” you whispered. “But if I fall, I’m blaming you for the rest of your life.”

He grinned. “Deal.”

It took twenty minutes just to get you seated on the bike.

You kept your feet firmly on the ground, every wobble making you flinch. But Jae-Won never once lost patience. He stood behind you, hands steady on the back of the seat and your waist, murmuring encouragements like a proud coach.

“You’re doing good, jagi. Just push off a little. I’ve got you. See?”

“I’m going to die.”

“You’re going to ride. I promise.”

Eventually, you let your feet leave the ground for more than two seconds. Then five. Then you were gliding for a moment, squealing—before immediately slamming your feet down again.

“You’re still holding on, right?!”

“Of course.” He paused. “...Okay, I wasn't for that last bit.”

“WHAT?!”

“You were doing so well, I got excited!”

You stared at him like he’d committed a war crime. “Jae-Won, you absolute—!”

But he was laughing now, big and genuine, and somehow you couldn’t stay mad. His joy was infectious, and that little rush of movement—those few seconds on your own—had felt kind of... exhilarating.

“You didn’t fall,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You did it.”

“Barely,” you muttered.

“But you did. That’s the win.”

You blinked at him, your fear still lingering but lighter now, like fog beginning to lift. And for the first time in years, the bike didn’t look like a monster—it just looked like a challenge. One you could maybe meet.With Jae-Won by your side.

“Okay,” you said, squaring your shoulders. “Again.”

He grinned. “That’s my girl.”

You were panting slightly, palms sweaty on the handlebars. Your legs were starting to burn, but there was something different this time.

You weren’t dreading the next try—you were eager. Like some tiny, brave switch inside you had finally flicked on.

“Ready?” Jae-Won asked, crouched beside you again like a coach about to send his star athlete into the big game.You nodded, biting your lip. “Yeah. I think... I think I want to try without you holding on.”

His eyes widened slightly, then softened with the most ridiculous, heart-melting pride. “You sure?”

“Not at all,” you said. “But I’m doing it anyway.”

He stepped back like it was a sacred moment, hands in the air, swearing not to interfere. “Okay. I’m right here. I’ll run next to you if I have to.”

You steadied your breathing. Pushed off. Pedaled.

You wobbled—badly. But didn’t fall.

Pedaled again.

A rush of air hit your cheeks. You were moving. Moving forward.

And you were still up.

“Oh my god. Oh my god!”

“I’M WATCHING!” Jae-Won shouted behind you, absolutely thrilled. “LOOK AT YOU, BABY! YOU’RE DOING IT!”

You let out a laugh—half hysterical, half amazed. You turned to glance at him, wide-eyed and stunned.

And that was your first mistake.

“Don’t look at me!” he called, jogging behind. “LOOK AT THE ROAD. FOCUS!”

You squealed and whipped your head forward again, legs pedaling faster as panic and excitement tangled inside you. And then—you reached the end of the stretch. You slowed. You put your feet down.

You didn’t fall.

The silence hit you first. Then the realization.

You had ridden a bike. On your own. For real.

Then came the sound of clapping. Loud. Dramatic. Jae-Won was full-on applauding like he’d just witnessed an Olympic miracle.

“That was AMAZING,” he cheered, running over to you like you’d just finished a marathon. “You did it. You actually—you did it!”You were still catching your breath, grinning like a fool. “I almost cried.”

“I am crying!” he said, grabbing your face and kissing your forehead. “I feel like a dad whose kid just graduated elementary school. I’m gonna post about this on every platform I’ve got.”

“Please don’t.”

“Too late. Caption: My brave, beautiful biker girl.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned against his chest. His arms wrapped around you like they were made to be there.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” you murmured into his shirt.

He smiled into your hair. “You could’ve. I was just here to remind you how brave you already are.”

You closed your eyes, letting yourself soak in the warmth of his embrace, the hum of victory still buzzing in your chest. The fear hadn’t disappeared—but it had shrunk.

And that was more than enough.

“Wanna go again?” he asked after a moment.

You leaned back and gave him a look. “After ice cream.”

“Deal,” he said. “You ride, I buy. That’s the new rule.”

And just like that, the girl who once swore she'd never get on a bike again was pedaling toward the ice cream stand—with her favorite cheerleader trailing behind her, still clapping like she just won the Tour de France.

[aziraphales-library]

Do you have any fics where Crowley goes to see a psychologist? (preferably post s2 because of Aziraphale's departure but both are good)

I just like fic where Crowley is a complete mess

Thank you very much for your hard work ✨️

We have #therapy and #mental health tags with loads of fics on (including those very popular ones you're thinking of, so please check the tags!), here are some post-series two fics in which Crowley gets some kind of therapy...

A Selection of Unsent Letters from a Demon by Heretic1103 (T)

At the urging of his human friends and his grief therapy group, Crowley begins writing letters to Aziraphale that he never intends to send.

on one wounded wing by shoebox_addict (T)

“I'm done with Heaven,” said Aziraphale, with conviction. He’d had a long time to think this through, he knew where he stood now. “I'm on our side.” “You've said that before.”

Remolding Ourselves by Auntea (T)

Sometimes happily ever after means you make new friends, get up on your own two feet, and decide for yourself what you want to do in life. OR Crowley breaks cyclical trauma and goes to therapy. Many types of therapy are used. Slowly but surely, he finds things that make him feel marginally better and is reminded he is enough, with or without Aziraphale–even when the newly minted archangel makes a reappearance.

We'll make Heaven a place on Earth by arabellas_court (E)

Aziraphale unfolded the piece of paper slowly beneath the horrid lighting. He cleared his throat and looked around, the corners of his mouth faltering just a second when he landed on Crowley. He looked down at the paper. “In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth—” “Jesus Christ,” Crowley grumbled. “No, dear, he came later, remember?” ------ Crowley knows his worth. He can't take Aziraphale back immediately after how hurt he's been. And for once, Aziraphale has to work for that forgiveness. Both of them are a mess. Both of them go to therapy—unexpectedly, together.

Growing Pains by hope_in_the_dark (T)

Crowley goes to therapy, because he needs it. This is a story of hurt and healing, and eventually finding out what it means to be happy.

- Mod D

[dynamic-k]

Scarlett's Short Thoughts About "App Staff"

Things I love about this episode SPECIFICALLY, besides just "the entire thing!" even though I wanna say that:

-Being thrown into the Recycling Bin is a minor inconvenience and not dangerous in the slightest, especially if you're on the top of the pile.

-Green loves accidentally invoking trauma-? Poor Second!! XD

First the poor prank with the Lava during Influencer Arc and poor traumatized Blue, now this!!

[Luckily despite being partially erased, Second seems more surprised than harmed (unlike a poor grey hollowhead we know-)]

-Google Maps staff is awesome. All the more reasons why the overpowered nature of the staff can't be used to locate Second and Yellow in the Ava timeline, for plot purposes of course. xD

-as soon as I saw Second messing with the calculator staff, I got all happy the orange blorbo is still as sharp with math as ever.

AND THEN HE POKED THE E, LIKE "Euler, you in there-?"

SECOND REMEMBERS HIS MATH FEVER DREAMS AND HE CLEARLY DIDN'T FORGET ANY OF IT

-Discord notifications do be like that.

Aggressive flying projectiles that attack you with bleeps.

✨️

-Among us! Owch, Red.

-Paypal!! XD NOO

Alan's poor bank account must suffer quite a lot with these regular stick figure shenanigans-

ALAN THIS WAS AMAZING

[ronearoundblindly]

happy sleepover lexi!! 🥰✨️🌼 may i ask for 3 times he didnt cry + 1 time he did for steve?

(if you have too many steve asks, it could be ransom instead 😶‍🌫️)

So--you asked for it, remember that!--this is angsty and a smidge dark. Warnings for canon-level trauma, mentions of gun-violence, (unintentional) animal neglect, and mental health struggles, but we end on a happy note, actually, a very happy note! There is no pairing or Reader mentioned, btw, it's only Steve and his experiences. (In my opinion, this work is not suitable for all ages, so I'm putting the banner on.)

Not after the Battle of New York

The young waitress Steve personally saved from (watch again), the one who gave TV interviews about how grateful she was to Captain America and the Avengers, died in a traffic accident only a few weeks after. No drivers were drunk, the city was had barely started to recover a normal feel and schedule, but bad weather left small-debris-filled roads flooded and slippery. The waitress was one of four pedestrians and five cars involved in the pile-up yet the only casualty.

He read about her death in the newspaper, and that disconnect, the slow dawning of "what's it all for," kept him silent and contemplative for hours. He shed no tears over her. He felt worse because of it and sent a wreath to her funeral.

She was 24 years old, and that was the 67th flower arrangement he'd ordered...so far.

2. Not during the trial

Wherever they go, death follows...and follows...and follows.

A man's wife died in an attack on them--which is an unfortunately common story--but when there are no repercussions, the man gets angry and shoots up his local courthouse. He's tried, publicly and passionately, in front of dozens of cameras broadcasting to millions of people.

Steve sat in the gallery, listening to the man, the defendant, the murderer's testimony. He listens to the story of their lives, their love, his loss of her, and the fury that took this man over, the vice of hopelessness that dragged him into a dark place with two guns and six magazines of ammo.

Steve was reminded of wars that never end and ripples on a pond. There's waves and waves of death, then the waves start somewhere else of the surface.

He can't cry about it, though, because of the cameras, because Steve knows he did nothing wrong that caused this, but he makes himself sit and listen and share some burden of pain.

3. Not for the clean-up

After the Snap, there were half of everything, but somehow not an even half. Some communities lost three-quarters of their doctors or cops. Whole households disappeared; some parents dusted while their children did not. In an attempt to help supplement places with diminished emergency services, Steve volunteers to do 'home visits' to find any kids who cannot fend for themselves.

He's fast--fast enough to cover lots of homes with registered children,--but Steve wasn't prepared for the pets.

Dogs and cats, bird, guinea pigs, rabbits, rats, fish...each one hits him like raindrops until it's just pouring death on top of dust.

Humans are depressed, understandably, but many stop going to work for a time, long enough and in enough places that it keeps happening. Steve goes by shelters, boarding facilities, and vets when he sees completely empty parking lots.

He breaks windows, smashes through doors, rips apart cages, but Steve doesn't cry.

The burden is too heavy. There's too many cars piling up. The war has ended and death still keeps following. He can't feel the rain or the waves anymore.

Weeks after the Snap, he buries that last pet in a field of wind flowers and doesn't cry.

4. For a wedding

He thinks it's one more bit of bad luck: Maria Hill's father has a stroke a week before her wedding. The world had been down a long road with a lot of loss, and this small but happy event is meant to keep him afloat--or, at least, Steve is using it that way.

So when Hill asks Steve to fill in, he jumps at the chance, anything she needs to go forward.

Miraculously (by his own stubborn disposition), her dad recovers in time, and Steve watched them walk down the aisle, tears freely streaking his face. The floodgates opened when a balance was reached. The scales weren't even, there was no rhyme or reason, but drop by happy drop, Steve saw what it was all for: a beginning. He embraced this.

He didn't have to save everyone. He didn't have to shoulder the whole burden. He didn't need to fill in every empty space.

He could just begin. He could just try. Being ready and willing to step up, step in, step forward...that's plenty.

Steve takes one step, and the next step follows and follows and follows.

[Main Masterlist; Sleepover Masterlist; Steve Rogers One-Shots]

[that-one-i-think]

I just remembered that a while back, while fleshing out the Menphia religion, I did make a Priest! Liochant Au, where the point was what if Lio went to Scaleswind instead of Phoenix Drop, as Scaleswind is Irene central and in my main fic, Lio is a worshipper of Menphia. I also made him older and Pan cause I wanted him to flirt with Travis, Kateyn, and Garroth and really fuck with their daddy issues. (Or lack of with Katelynn I had her well adjusted but weirdly into it. Still would give her a Yuri ship though)

The entire premise was Aphmau needing help finding the Menphia relic and Nicole going "Yeah, I know a guy" and sending over the most unassuming meif'wa priest. He is dressed like a priest of Irene so they think it is weird until he speaks and everyone goes "OH! Tu'la priest" and they find out he is just dressed like that to fit in. Katelyn likes him cause he is very chill for a priest, Garroth can't dislike him because he is a priest and got that ✨️trauma✨️. Travis likes him cause they read the same books and he likes to hoard knowledge.

He gets treated like a normal priest of Irene until it becomes very apparent the difference between religions. Like fire instead of Healing magic, fighting instead of peace, and very very pro ❤️‍🔥horizontal sparing❤️‍🔥. When your religion is based on passion for battle, fury, and justice, you have different allowances and flaws than ones based on healing, purity, and motherhood.

Damn I need to go back and remember all the religion I flushed out.

[koroart]

How do you think Dimitri's personality would differ, lacking the darker undertones if the Tragedy never happened and Lamby + Glenn are alive and well? (Also I personally hc that Lamby was ~41 in 1176 but just has really good genes about it, thoughts?)

In that scenario, Dimitri would definitely be a little more different, but I believe he would still be the kind and earnest lad we meet in the beginning of FE3H!

In my Lambert Lives AU, the Tragedy still happens, so now, not only does Dimitri still have his familiar trauma, he and his dad can now share it✨️

In my AU Glenn doesn't survive because I like to keep that underlying angst flavor in regards to Lambert and Rodrigue’s relationship -- because I can't remember where I read it but Lambert has the same feelings about death like Felix and Dimitri do ( I need to find where ) and he certainly wouldn't glorify Glenn's death like the way Rodrigue did -- and I definitely feel that would be a point of tension between the two of them ( but it's partially one sided, because it's mostly because of Lambert's guilt of being unable to save Glenn )

This also gives me a way to still kind of explore Dimitri's coping with the trauma of the Tragedy, while he certainly still has the support of his father-- the two of them are trauma bonded and became a bit dependent on one another and Lambert definitely became overprotective for a time and sheltered Dimitri no doubt ( they work through it! ) but I feel Dimitri would still have those dark, underlying thoughts of avenging the dead, thoughts he couldnt find himself able to share with Lambert, thinking he is duty bound to and it would definitely become a point of conflict between him and his father -- with Lambert not wanting Dimitri to fall down a dark path and Dimitri being unable to let go of his obligations to the dead. And with the war on them and Dimitri also still being a young adult and coming into himself -- his relationship with his father would become strained for a time because that's just what happens when you grow up in such an environment, no matter how loved one is. ( they work through it together because they know that at the end of the day, they're all they have, and their love for one another means more than whatever conflict is happening between them )

As for Lambert’s age in 1176, I kinda did some math and put him AT LEAST in his mid 30s early 40s when he passed! ( so you're close ! ) and I agree, he probably has great genes 👏✨️

[lichtluxx]

Let's talk about ✨️ religious trauma ✨️

What is it?

Religious trauma occurs when a person's religious experience is stressful, degrading, dangerous, abusive, or damaging. For me, personally, I never liked to go to church because the priest was always screaming about hell and fire and all sorts of things.

And when I told my mom I had no intention to go, she just forced me, gaslightening me to think that I was bad for not going, how sad I make her feel, instilling in me this fear that all my efforts were not good enough, that I was not worth enough (I kept thinking she wouldn't loved me if I didn't go to church and that's so messed up). If I wanted a toy or dress, she wouldn't buy it just because I wouldn't go, and she was always like "oh if you want something, just do this simples thing I'm asking of you." Or "I won't buy this for you since you don't go to church. But think about it, this dress would look beautiful in you, if only you obeyed me..."

Unsurprisingly, I got out of christianism and never went back but the fear did not leave me. I'm new to deity work, you know, I've been working with Lucifer around four to five months and Leviathan around one month, and sometimes I keep thinking that I have to do more for my deities, I should learn more, I should put more effort into this or that as a devotional act, and I really have, but not to the extent that I preasure myself to - if I follow what my head tells me, I'd for sure just disappear behind a thousand projects trying to make them proud.

When one is starting to practice or wanting to practice witchcraft it's important to let go of your old beliefs, it's ok to be scared about the unknown, about what you used to think that it's "bad". But in the long run, your fear and untreated religious trauma will get back to you - saying from experience because these past few days I was thinking about why I was so afraid of their rejection, about many what ifs.

What if they disappear? What if they didn't like me anymore? Did they ever like me? And really, it's tiresome to think this all the time.

So I'm compiling a list of things that work for me:

1 - Shadow work (+ therapy)

May sound cliche, but thinking about all the bad things to find the source of your fear sometimes it's the better approach to solve a problem. Finding it may help you greatly to deal with those guilt, fearsome feelings that plague your mind and heart. If you can, go to therapy too, but this one is more optional than obligatory.

2 - Self-care:

Prioritizing self-care activities such as exercise, meditation, and spending time in nature can help manage stress and promote healing.

3 - Reframing beliefs:

Forgive yourself while you rebuild your beliefs and values, surround yourself with things that bring you comfort instead of what makes you scared and jittery. It's important to remember that healing from religious trauma takes time and patience. There is no one-size-fits-all approach, and it's essential to find what works best for you, yet just know that your deities / friends will always be here to lent you an ear. You're not alone. You're loved.

I'm making this post to put an end on this guilt that burdens me. May it never find me again. For my witchy friends around the world, you're strong, you're resilient, you got this! And I'm here for you if you need.

[weirdcoregal35]

I JUST REMEMBERED AN IDEA I HAD WAY BEFORE DAZZLE GOT HER NEW BODY

Okay, so basically something(earthquake, landslide, idk, never expanded on the idea) caused the entire daycare to collapse. Dazzle was in the walls when it happened, she ended up being the only one(besides s.t.a.f.f. bots, etc) trapped in the collapse. Jack was the first one to realize she was missing, Sun almost right after, then Terra, Cosmo, and Moon. They all started panicking, Jack and Sun, despite everyone's(mainly the glamrock's) attempts to stop them, ran into the rubble to find her. The rest of the family followed them to help look. They did find her after almost a week of looking. Her body was cracked, a lot of the bones were broken and she could barely stay awake for more than 20 minutes at a time. They brought her back to Sun and Moon's house and Cosmo let her sleep in his room. She did tell Sun that she was a July 16th victim a little bit later because she was scared that something would happen and she wouldn't be able to tell him. And now she walks with a limp, even in her new body due to phantom pains from the collapse.

Yeah… ✨️trauma✨️

GODDAMN-

That’s a fuck ton of angst. DAZZLE, NOOOOOOOOOOOO 😭