#claire nook was my fault

[farewell-in-veil]

hey paper roblox community i present these things my friend made in math

EDIT !! TRUCKER !!

[fandom-gt]

I wanted to do a continuation of the protective Five one because the image of Five holding tiny Klaus protectively against his chest and hissing like a feral cat at anyone who tries to so much as look at him wouldn't leave my mind.

Klaus isn't the only one who is traumatized in their relationship, after all. Even though Five's trauma is harder to see because it manifests in hyper vigilance and the need to be competent, he's still got issues. Among these issues is the anxiety of anything bad happening to Klaus- ever. He still beats himself up that he couldn't protect Klaus from Reginald and that he abandoned Klaus for over a decade.

So, when Five finds out about the night Luther got drunk, strangled Klaus, threw him across the room, and then left him dead at a rave that Klaus tried to prevent him going to, Five is livid. Luther has always been dismissive of Klaus, but this proves he can't be trusted. Luther officially loses his Klaus privileges. The only reason he's even still alive is because he's family, plus killing him would make Klaus sad.

One by one the siblings lose their rights to interact with Klaus, at least while unsupervised. This is before Klaus stays with Five full time. None of the siblings appreciate how hard Klaus is working to stay sober. Diego makes some disparaging comments about Klaus being a drug addict and a hooker, so he's out. Allison hurts Klaus's feelings when she's reluctant to let him meet Claire, so she's out too. Vanya is still unstable and dangerous with her new powers, but she also tells Klaus he was lucky that he got to have training for his powers and he got to be a celebrity, and he's at fault for just throwing those opportunities away; she wouldn't have wasted them like he did. As for Ben, the scene where he lays into Klaus for being a mess while he was bound and gagged in a closet after being tortured gives you a good idea of how he talks to Klaus. Five isn't having it.

The siblings all know that Five has Klaus somewhere on him, but they're not allowed to see him unless Klaus initiates. If they try, Five will practically bite their heads off.

At first, Klaus was uncomfortable with how vehemently Five defends him. Klaus knows he's a disappointment and a mess, none of them are wrong about that. But the things Five says about him, how Five lauds his good qualities (Klaus didn't know he had any of those!) and reassures Klaus that his mental disorders and coping mechanisms aren't his fault and they don't make him a bad person or broken, well. Needless to say, Klaus has needed to hear that for a long time.

They set up little places for Klaus around the house so he can be next to Five anywhere he needs to be. He has a little art and entertainment station on Five's desk, his own tiny dining table on the normal sized dining table, a cozy nook in the library, etc. But Klaus's favorite place to be is in Five's pocket, hidden away from the world.

His favorite thing to do is get himself off while Five is in public, but no one can see him. He likes to rub himself on Five so he knows, he can feel how much fun Klaus is having. Five likes to indulge him and will sometimes put his hand in his pocket to lend his assistance.

Also, Klaus has a masochistic streak (see again the torture scene), so he likes getting treated a little rough in the bedroom. Five is very careful not to hurt him, but Klaus's penchant for pain gives Five more wiggle room for pleasing himself as well. They both always end satisfied, and they both love the aftercare that follows.

-Eek

another for you TUA fans

[destielblamscilesinfinity]

So, finishing up Two Bit Losers, (sequel to Dirt Road Rejects) hopefully today, depends on if I fall asleep before Stewart, my Nook, finishes charging.

It has become so much about Claire and Samandriel and Kevin and the author's OCs. I have known Claire was gay for three years, I dislike Kevin, and while most of her OCs are thought out, I don't care for them. There needs to be more Destiel and less defaming of John's character.

ALL OF IT WAS MARY'S FAULT. DUDE WAS TRYING TO GRAPPLE WITH BRAND NEW INFORMATION AND MARY KNEW FOR TEN YEARS, THE BITCH!!!!!!!!

Still reading, despite all of that, but not a happy camper. So much shit to skip that isn't really related to Destiel.

[mercuryeet]

Save Me

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P.s- this chapter touches on what exactly happened to Miranda and Emily Claire. I write from my own personal issues with infertility, but if you’re sensitive to things like this don’t feel obligated to read. Thank you ❤️

Roger placed his arms around my shoulders. I hadn’t slept in days and neither had the boys. It wasn’t their battle to fight, yet they still stayed by my side. Each and every one of our eyes were bloodshot. The boys had even cried with me a few times.

Roger and Deaky hadn’t known about Miranda and Emily yet. I regret not telling them. I wish they could have loved Emily the way Miranda and Brian and I did. Miranda was so afraid to tell them though. In fear that this day would come. She didn’t want them to be as broken as we would be. Little did she know that they’d all pile into the hospital room along with me. Hoping and praying she’d wake up okay. Her heart had already stopped once this stay. The doctors almost lost her on the operating table when Emily had to be taken. In that moment I’d felt true heartbreak for the first time in my life.

I regret not being there for her when she needed me. She swore she was fine on her own but I should have known better. I shouldn’t have listened. I should have been with her every second but no, I was with Trixie when Brian called. How absolutely stupid of me to leave her alone when she needed me the most. How could I ever possibly think of anyone else? When she was carrying MY child. OUR child? The most perfect woman carrying the most perfect gift.

When I arrived at our flat I could hear her screaming from outside the door. It didn’t even sound like her. The sound that came out of her was terrifying. It didn’t belong to her. Not Miranda. Whose voice was soft as petals on a rose. I damn near kicked the door down, instead of fiddling with my keys. I felt like I couldn’t get to her fast enough. She had curled up on the bathroom floor, blood everywhere. Brian was covered in it too, he held her the entire time until I could get home. It should have been me holding her, keeping her close until help arrived.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push back tears. I needed to stop reliving that moment. It was burned into the back of my eyelids. Painted like a canvas. There was nothing I could do to change it now besides be there for her when she wakes up. If she wakes up.

I got up and moved to the little stool next to her bed. My head rested in the nook of my elbow on the mattress, I held her hand gently. Careful not to mess with her IV drip. She was like ice. Her lips were pale and dry as well as the rest of her face. Her eyes had sunken in. She was so cold compared to how warm and cozy she usually was. It was so hard to look at her. Miranda was still the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen. It was just terrifying to see her so close to death, knowing there was nothing I could do to save her. Nothing to do besides wait for her to wake up.

“You alright Fred?” Roger spoke up.

“No. I don’t think I am.” I spoke as much as I could. But there was no way of hiding the fact that I was holding back tears.

“It’s not your fault Fred. We knew how risky it was.” Brian spoke.

“You’re not alone Fred. We love her too.” Deaky now stood behind me, placing his hand on my shoulder. “She knows you need her. She’s coming back.”

“You can’t possibly know that.” I whispered. “I need her to come back more than anything.”

I let my head fall to my hands, sobbing against the sheets next to her hand. Brian, Deaky, Roger. They all got up and placed their hands on my shoulders. Even if they were unsure of what to say, I understood.

Discord taglist: @freddie-facking-mercury @mimisfangirlfantasy @leorecchiedispock @nerd-dowell @taylor-roger @deakydeakyfics

[andromytta]

The Mystery Spot

SPN Rare Ship CC: Round 18 | @andromytta vs. @rodiniaorzetalthepenguin

Prompt: Mystery Machine

Ship: Claire Novak/Kevin Tran

Word Count: 1150

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe-Coffee Shop, Fluff, Beginning of a Longer Story

Summary:  “Please stop talking.” Kevin said as he looked everywhere but at her. As his gaze wandered over the café, it turned laser focused as his eyes landed on the blonde in the corner. Without taking his eyes off of her, he reached over and grabbed Charlie’s arm. “It’s her, Charlie, it’s her!”

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14480619

Art by @jrnytthpst

The door to the Mystery Spot Café opened and closed with a jarring clang of the tinny bell above it. Claire Novak entered; a whirlwind of blonde hair and “give ‘em hell” attitude.

“Jesus, Hasselhoff, did the Mystery Machine literally throw up in here?” she sassed to the man behind the counter.

“Get some new material, Miley Cyrus!” He responded, non-plussed.

Claire said something to that effect every day since she’d moved to New York about a month before starting classes at NYU.  Her father Jimmy was a professor there, and her tuition was free as long as she lived with him.  She was blessed with another luxury every college student needed in the form of free coffee, as her stepfather, Dean, owned the very coffeehouse she had just entered and insulted.  

“How has the first week of school been?” Dean asked as he passed her typical drink across the counter.

She took a long pull of her venti iced caramel macchiato before answering.  “Your husband,” Claire pointed accusingly at Dean, “is evil! It’s the first week and he’s already assigned a research paper!”

Dean raised his hands in surrender.  “Hey, he was your father before he was my husband.  It’s not my fault.”

Claire huffed in response and stomped off to her usual spot, a quiet corner she not so subtly (or creatively) called “the mystery nook.”

She made the perfect picture of a diligent college student.  The table in front of her was covered with her laptop, text books, and spiral notebooks.  Before she could slip her lime green Beats headphones over her ears and lose herself in her studies, Dean appeared at her side.  “Here, Miley, this should make you feel better.”  He slid a plate in front of her that held a fresh, hot chocolate chip scone.

“Thanks, Daddio,” Claire said as she inhaled the sweet fragrance.                                                                            

“I think I prefer it when you call me Hasselhoff,” Dean muttered.

Claire ignored him in favor of taking an appreciative bite of the pastry.  She hummed as she savored the chocolatey goodness.

Dean looked at her expectantly as she carefully chewed and swallowed.  “So, what did you think?”

Her blue eyes widened in recognition as she finished off her bite.  “Dean, is this Daphne’s recipe?”

He nodded in affirmation. “How’d I do?”

“Oh, Dean, this is very nearly perfect!”

That was high praise. Dean knew he could never do the recipe perfect justice.  But he was happy to get pretty damn close.  Claire had been missing her mom, Amelia, and her step mother, Daphne since she left Pontiac, Illinois to come to New York.  This was just one thing Dean was trying to do to help her feel more at home. Dean placed a soft kiss on top of her blonde locks.  “I’m glad you like it, Kiddo.”  

Before walking away, he took in her set up.  “So…are you going to be here for a while?”

Claire snorted and rolled her eyes.  “Yes, Dean. Once Charlie gets here, feel free to go home and have gross old dude married people time.”  She slid her headphones fully onto her head at that, effectively dismissing him.

Claire was so involved in her studies and wrapped up in her music that she didn’t notice Charlie come in. Or when Dean left.  Or when cute the boy from her History 305 class came in and slid behind the counter.

***

Kevin Tran took his place behind the counter and tied his apron in place as the café buzzed with early evening activity.  “Where’s Dean?” he asked Charlie once he was settled behind the register.

“Hopefully making me a sex tape with that dreamy husband of his,” Charlie replied.

“Gross, Bradbury,” Kevin groused.  “You’re not into dudes anyway.”

“I’m an equal opportunity pervert, Kevin.   You should already know this.”  The redhead responded with a waggle of her eyebrows.

“Please stop talking.” Kevin said as he looked everywhere but at her.  As his gaze wandered over the café, it turned laser focused as his eyes landed on the blonde in the corner.  Without taking his eyes off of her, he reached over and grabbed Charlie’s arm. “It’s her, Charlie, it’s her!”

“Her who?”

He turned to face Charlie and gripped her forearms.  “Her! The girl from Dr. Novak’s class. She’s gorgeous and smart and the only freshman in a junior level history class!”

“Oh!  Her!” Charlie replied.  “The girl you’re already in love with even though you’ve never spoken to her.”

“Shut up…but yes.”

When Charlie realized who he was talking about, she barely repressed a snicker.  “Dude, do you even know her name?”

The wind died in Kevin’s sails.  “No. She doesn’t really talk to anyone except to debate the finer points of ancient history with Dr. Novak.  Charlie, I don’t think she has many friends.”

“Well, then, why don’t you introduce yourself?”

“Are you crazy?  I can’t talk to that-that goddess!”

Charlie snorted and started preparing a tray.  She made a venti iced caramel macchiato and put a plate with a chocolate chip scone next to it.  “Here, take this over there and just say ‘hi’.”

“Oh yeah, like it’s that easy,” Kevin replied, rolling his dark chocolate eyes.  A triumphant grin crossed his face when a line started to form at the register.  “Besides, I’m busy.”

Charlie huffed and rolled her own hazel eyes before picking up the tray and carrying it over to the corner. Kevin watched her every move and finished with his last customer in time to eavesdrop on the conversation.

Charlie pulled Claire’s headphones off with an easy familiarity.  “Here ya go, kiddo,” she said in greeting.

“I didn’t order this,” she responded.

“I know.  It’s from a secret admirer.”

Claire rolled her eyes. “I’m sure Aunt Jo will be pissed if she knows you’re plying me with coffee and pastries.”

Charlie snickered.  “While I do have a thing for sassy blondes, obvi, I am not your secret admirer.”  She subtly tipped her head towards the counter before walking away.

Once she’s back behind the counter, Kevin grabbed her arms again.  “Did she just refer to your girlfriend as ‘Aunt Jo’?”

Charlie nodded in the affirmative.

Kevin’s voice grew more frantic and high pitched.  “Your girlfriend as in JoAnna Beth Smith?  As in Dean’s baby sister?  As in I’ve been pining over the boss’s daughter???”

Charlie nodded again, a mirthful smile gracing her lips.

Another realization dawned on Kevin as the implications hit him.  “She’s Dr. Novak’s daughter?  The professor I’m counting on for a reference and a TA job once I’m in grad school????”

Charlie was outright giggling at this point, damn her, as she continued to nod.

“I’m so very screwed.” Kevin’s brown eyes locked on Claire’s blues, and she actually winked at him.  “Just so very, very screwed.”  He leaned his elbows on the counter, dropped his head into his hands and groaned.

A/N: There is more to this story than meet the eye.  I wanted to post on time, but more than that, I currently want to keep my challenge posts light and fluffy.  If you’re interested in more, subscribe to the series on AO3, or follow me here for updates!

[pherryt]

Breaking Free - Epilogue

I’d been already thinking about an epilogue and then  @longkissgoodnightbatmanandtwofac was asking me about the story, some questions that had some loose ends. I’ve been thinking about it and finally, this is what I have

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   part 4   Part 5

1361 words

Supernatural, Destiel, AU, SFW

Years down the road, after recovery, after college, Cas and Dean were still very much in love.

So it was to nobody’s surprise the day he got down on one knee and proposed to Cas. Or that Cas accepted. He’d done it at the diner, the place which had become a symbol of the start of a whole new life. It had felt fitting therefore, to do the proposal there, since wanted to start the next chapter of his life with Cas permanently by his side.

The cheers were deafening, though the Roadhouse had only held his closest friends and family. His mother and brother, Uncle Bobby and Aunt Ellen, Jo and Charlie, Jody and Donna, Rufus, Missouri and – he still couldn’t believe it sometimes – a bunch of his and Cas’s old friends from high school.

Meg and Ruby sat together, cuddled in comfortably at the back of one of the booths, content to – surprisingly – stay in the background, their normally loud personalities softened around each other in a way neither Cas nor Dean could ever have predicted. Jesse was there with his new boyfriend, Caesar. Ash, Victor, Benny, Garth and Gabriel had also defected.

It was, in fact, every single one of the boys from that fateful party.

Neither Dean nor Cas knew what to make of that, or what all their reasons for leaving were – Garth was straight as an arrow and cheerful as a new born puppy who never found fault in anyone - and they didn’t pry. But after Meg and Ruby, they’d all been the first to leap at the chance to get out of their little community as soon as they got it.

And others had followed.

Some adults left their spouses – with and without kids - using the resources created by Sherriff Mills and her partner Donna, and no little help from the rest of their merry crew, to get out and resettle. Kids also sought out their help, though Dean and Cas couldn’t figure out how the word had gotten out. In the end, it didn’t matter how, only that it did.

Most got out unscathed – physically anyway. They all had some sort of issues after suffering years of bigoted sermons and verbal abuses all across the mental and emotional. Only a handful – which was still far too many - had been physically harmed. Anna Milton would have scars along her back for the rest of her life from the beating she’d received from her brothers. Claire Novak had burns on her arms that she still kept covered with long sleeved shirts and refused to talk about. She was thinking of covering them up with tattoos and had started talks with resident tattooist, Pamela Barnes. Mick Davies walked with a limp after a particularly nasty fight with his father.

But they’d gotten out, and they were here now. And Dean and Cas had made it a point to befriend them all, even if they’d never talked before.

After the wedding, Dean and Cas were content to stay in the town they’d come to call home. It had taken a while for them to find their callings, now that they were free to explore themselves in a way they just hadn’t felt safe to at home. Dean apprenticed at the tattoo shop with Pam, while Cas decided he wanted to work with animals. A year before they’d married, they’d felt comfortable enough to get their own little place and hadn’t looked back. A two-bedroom apartment above a bookstore on Main Sreet, an easy walk to both their places of employment. Cas kept two guinea pigs, a ferret and it was Dean, of all people – despite his allergies – who brought home the little black kitten.

He got all defensive, rubbing at the back of his neck and blushing as he sat on the floor, the kitten crawling about unsteadily in the nook he’d created with his legs. “Well, y’know, it was raining and the poor thing was all alone and cold and hungry and I mean, I already take allergy meds because you bring the fur home with you. No skin off my nose, right?”

Cas grinned sappily at Dean and kissed him breathlessly. “Right. Of course, Dean. Whatever you say. There was obviously no other choice than to bring the kitten home.”

They were so happy, it was like their life before then had been from another world, another time.

So, seeing Michael striding down the street towards them as they walked together hand in hand was a definite shock.

Cas froze first, Dean dragging to a halt. He turned to his husband in concern, running a hand over his cheek. “Babe? Are you okay?”

A hand passed into his filed of vision, clamping down on Cas’s arm, a voice growled. “Castiel! So this is where you’ve been? Living in sin with…this…” Michael glanced at Dean and sneered.

“What’s it to you, Michael?” Cas spat out at his brother, yanking his arm out of Michaels grasp. Dean drew Cas back and away from the other man and glowered at him.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Dean demanded.

“I’m here because my car broke down. I was feeling highly inconvenienced, but I know now that God meant for me to find you. It’s time to let go of this farce and come home with me, Castiel,” Michael sniffed, ignoring Dean and talking only to Cas.

“Yeah, no. I don’t think so, Michael. I’m not going back to that hellhole. I’m happy here. I have friends who don’t judge me, I have family who doesn’t blackmail me or threaten those I care for, a job I love, a church that preaches acceptance and love and, most importantly,” Cas held up Dean and his combined hands. The ring that sat on his hand glinted in the light and Michael’s face paled. “I married the love of my life.”

Michael spluttered. “Castiel! You can’t be serious! This is a sin! A sham! No proper church would ever allow such disgusting, immoral behavior. Winchester has corrupted you! Get away from -” He grabbed for Cas again and Dean growled. A hand came down on Michaels shoulder and he shrugged it off angrily, rounding on the person behind him with a fist ready to fly and his mouth open – ready to deliver more vitriol or a sermon or something. Cas didn’t know and didn’t care. With Michael, either was likely.

Cas couldn’t help the smirk, and saw it echoed by Dean, when Michael turned to see who’d dared touch him. Sheriff Jody Mills stood behind him with her hands on her hips and an eyebrow raised, a no nonsense expression on her face.

“Boy, you ain’t welcome here. As soon as your car is ready, you best be leaving town, if you know what’s good for ya,” she said through gritted teeth.

“You can’t – do you know who I  - “

Jody ignored him, speaking over Michaels words. “If you don’t, I can have you arrested for assault and harassment. It’s obvious neither of them want to talk to you, and you laid your hands on his person – not once, but twice without his permission. So do yourself a favor, and forget they and this town exist and scram.”

Michael turned on his heels and left, his hands clenched into fists. Cas could only imagine the scowl currently embodying Michaels face, as people got out of his way and made it a point not to touch him, as if he carried a disease that was contagious.

“Cas, sweetie, are you all right?” Jody asked in a calmer, softer voice.

“Yeah, yeah I am,” Cas said in some surprise, Dean’s arm wrapping around him comfortably. “I really am.” He turned to look up at Dean and gave his husband a blinding smile. Dean returned it, his mouth quirking up slightly on one side as he looked at the happy crinkles around Cas’s eyes.

“Yeah, me too,” Dean breathed out, before he dove in for a brief kiss. “I love ya, Cas.”

“I love you too, Dean. Let’s go home,” Cas whispered.

Dean nodded in agreement. “Yeah, let’s go home.”

[cakesexuality]

For a really long time, I’ve had a playlist on YouTube of videos I like to watch when I’m not feeling well, and the first section of this playlist is all about chronic illnesses (both mental and physical).  I’ve shared the list with a few people and have been working on making a public version for other people and a private version for myself (since I want to add some unlisted Patreon videos), but they’re both under construction at the moment, so in the meantime, I’d like you guys to have this post full of links to specific illness-related videos!

(Adding a cut because this ended up getting really long)

Living with a Chronic Disease  |  hankschannel  |  This is a video I stumbled upon around the time I got sick with eosinophilic bronchitis, it was really helpful at that time, and it became helpful again when it turned out that I have a connective tissue disorder as well.  I remember talking with a therapist about me using YouTube to cope and specifically citing the bit where Hank says that becoming chronically ill is like becoming a parent.

SILENT HILL 2 AND DEPRESSION*  |  Jordan Underneath  |  The second installment of Silent Hill Month.  Jordan talks about Silent Hill 2 being his “depression game” and how the game feels like depression to him. This was the introduction of the character Sad Jordan.

Living with Chronic Pain and EDS  |  Simon and Martina  |  This was the first Eat Your Kimchi video I ever watched, and I found it when I was searching around one day for stuff about chronic illness/chronic pain/Ehlers-Danlos/hypermobility.

On Mental Illness (and the end of Pizzamas)  |  vlogbrothers |  The last day of Pizzamas 2015, where John talks about obsessive-compulsive disorder and life with chronic illness.

Tips on Interacting with a Sick Person*  |  The Clairity Project  |  Another channel I found while searching for videos and channels about chronic illness.  I’m putting this video here because I want to include Claire on this list.  She has cystic fibrosis but some of this advice could apply to other illnesses.

NEW YEARS DIY - Ideas to make goals in spite of your chronic illness*  |  Gifted Life  |  Like Claire, Lauren has cystic fibrosis, I found her while looking for videos/channels that cover chronic illness, and I’d like to put her here.  In this video, she talks about setting multiple small goals for yourself throughout the year instead one big New Year’s resolution.

Chronic Illness: An honest discussion w/ Hank Green & Kati Morton  |  Kati Morton  |  Hank talks with Kati, a licensed marriage and family therapist, about living with ulcerative colitis.

Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and Invisible Illness  |  Simon and Martina  |  Simon made this in May 2016 for EDS awareness month, and he’s by himself here because Martina was in Canada at the time and it’s a topic she doesn’t like discussing.

Animal Crossing (Edgiest Game)*  |  Jordan Underneath |  This was originally titled “Animal Crossing + Depression.”  Sad Jordan makes an appearance and Anxiety Jordan is introduced.  Jordan talks about playing Animal Crossing as an adult with anxiety and depression, Tom Nook’s capitalism, and the villagers mocking him for being up late.  Funny enough, he uploaded this video while I was laying in bed and unable to sleep at 10pm because anxiety and anorexia were having a field day in my brain; I sat on the couch with a cup of tea and watched this a few times over before becoming tired enough to go back to bed and fall asleep.

Chronic Illness and Mental Health  |  Kati Morton  |  Kati talking about how having a chronic illness can affect your social life and mental health.

Framing  |  vlogbrothers  |  John talks about OCD again and how what you see on someone’s social media isn’t the whole story of that person’s life.

LIMBO: How I Fight Depression, Anxiety, and OCD - Jordan’s Basement  |  Jordan Underneath  |  One of the let’s plays Jordan’s made available for people who don’t support his Patreon.  Here, he shares tips that he’s found helpful in coping with generalised anxiety, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and major depression.

Draw My Life - Martina’s Story*  |  simonandmartinabonus  |  Martina talks a bit about how she got diagnosed with EDS and the car accident she was in, as well as a bunch of non-pain-related topics.

Your Illness is Not Your Fault  |  vlogbrothers  |  Hank talks about receiving unwanted advice on how to “cure” your chronic illness and the feeling that you did something to deserve or cause your disease.

PTSD - I’m Not Perfect  |  Stef Sanjati  |  Stef discusses her diagnosis of complex post-traumatic stress disorder.

KIRBY: The Making of Silent Hill 2 (100 Patron Special!) - Jordan’s Basement*  |  Jordan Underneath  |  Another one of the let’s plays Jordan has made available to non-Patrons.  Among a few other topics, Jordan talks about depression and the making of “Silent Hill 2 and Depression.”

Here’s What I Can do with my Elbows! Thanks EDS!*  |  Open the Happy  |  Martina doing a hypermobility “trick.”  I can do this, too!  I was doing it on the back (or was it the arm?) of a patio chair at a Canada Day party last summer!  I’ve shown people this video to help them understand what being hypermobile means.

Reflections: Day 70  |  100days  |  John explains what intrusive thoughts and OCD are and talks about finding some of the things in 100 Days helpful for his mental health.

10 Things I Wish People Knew About Living With Chronic Illness (Cystic Fibrosis)  |  Mika Chan Cosplay  |  Hannah Rose talks about what she wants people to understand about having cystic fibrosis.  Her humor feels kinda Millennial to me and I love it.

Mario 64 vs Depression  |  Jordan Underneath  |  In which Jordan bickers with Sad Jordan while playing Mario.  “Animal Crossing (Edgiest Game)” was made to be in the same vein as this video.

*These videos aren’t actually on my “feel better” playlists right now, but they’re still about illness, I still enjoy them, and I still feel like sharing them here