#does this count as therapy?

[sblvrgg]

lazy summer afternoon for college student Suguru and his weird cat because i have a thing for sleepy characters

istg drawing jjk characters (especially Suguru) is so relaxing

[thistuesdaynight]

Stress on the Beach

Jegulily fluff

Autistic James is feeling overwhelmed at the beach.

tw: overstimulation, negative self-talk/internalized ableism

James loved a beach day.

The sun glared ferociously upon the shore, broiling the sand, and all of the ocean revelers along with it. He liked tilting his face back to feel the warmth on his skin.

He liked swimming in the ocean, splashing with his friends until his curls hung into his eyes. It was a gorgeous day on the coast: sea gulls swooped and shrieked on the air currents, and the salty breeze dripped with laughter.

The sun's rays sent glittering shards of light sparking across the water as people danced through the surf. He couldn't help but stare at Lily in her bikini, all lush curves and dimpled thighs. And he liked seeing Regulus without a shirt, so he could trace constellations in his freckles.

It was good being with all of his friends. They'd been here for an hour already, so after wading in the water together, everyone split off for a bit: Sirius and Remus were sorely losing a game of beach volleyball against Barty and Evan, while Lily and Dorcas refereed, and Regulus was on the shore with Peter and Pandora making sand castles.

James was having fun.

So much fun. Really.

He just needed a moment to himself, was all. He didn’t like being sun-drunk and delirious. The temperature was turning from wonderfully warm to obnoxiously overbearing rather quickly.

He flopped down amidst the pile of his friends' stuff, taking deep breaths. The heat was a physical hand pressing down on him, crushing his ribcage, constricting his lungs. He felt slow and confused, like he was moving through honey in some strange trippy dream.

Where were his sunglasses? Someone had turned the world brighter, and the sun shining on the water was no longer beautiful, but blinding. He rummaged through his bag, but he could barely see because he was squinting so hard, and why did he feel like he was burning? It was so hot and couldn’t the bloody sun turn off for one bloody second so he could find his bloody glasses?

Had he even remembered to bring them from home? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Of course he would be such a daft little git that he hadn’t brought his sunglasses and he was going to go blind, and he would perish right there on the sand from melting.

He growled, shaking out the entire contents of the bag onto his towel. His phone landed in the sand, and it took all of his strength not to scream because it was so hard to get sand out of your phone, and his sunglasses were nowhere to be found, and fuck wasn't it just so hot, and who allowed the sun to be this bright anyway?

It should be illegal. The sun should be illegal. 

James let out a frustrated groan, yanked his towel out from under his things, draped it over his head, and put his forehead to his knees, trying desperately not to cry.

"Jamie?" Lily said, placing a steady hand on his back. "Are you alright?"

James squinted up at her, his vision hazy, his movements still slow.  Lily was in front of him, her red hair fanned out around her face, eclipsing the sun, an angel of light.

He wanted to tell her no, he wasn't okay. He was the lazy sod who’d forgotten to bring sunglasses to the bloody beach. But he couldn't make his mouth translate his thoughts into words, so he just huffed a pitiful groan.

"Oh, sweetheart, were you looking for these?"

She plucked his sunglasses from the mess he'd made of his things. James pressed the heel of his hands into his eyes. Of course they were right in front of him the whole time.

"Thanks," he mumbled, unable to speak louder.

Lily tutted, smiling at him as she slid the glasses behind his ears. "Do you need to go home, baby?"

James desperately wanted to be someplace else, somewhere cool and dim, so he could actually think and speak properly. But he didn't want to ruin everyone's fun. 

And besides the fact that his mind was slowing down, the sun was roasting him alive, the world was so bright he could barely see, and he wanted take a nap right there in the sand and never speak again, he was enjoying himself.

Wasn’t he? Yes, he was.

James shook his head.

"Don't lie, mon soleil," Regulus said sternly, appearing out of nowhere and sitting down next to him. He was fresh out of the ocean, salt water dripping off of him, hair slicked back. The water made his skin cool to the touch, so James leaned into him. "If you're feeling overwhelmed, we can leave."

James shook his head again.

Regulus gave him a dubious look, and James cowered under his disapproval. 

"Fine. How about I stay here with you, and when you're ready to go, you tell me?"

James nodded.

"Okay, I'll leave you guys to it. I have to get back to refereeing the volleyball game." Lily rolled her eyes with a fond sigh. "Sirius is a bit of a sore loser."

She kissed James and then Regulus, before returning to the game.

"Here," Regulus tugged James’ towel up and over the both of them, so they were tented together, a shady spot just for the two of them.

James felt the world come slightly more into focus.

"Better?"

James nodded.

They sat huddled under the towel, Regulus dripping beads of water onto James' skin to cool him down and pressing kisses into his neck. Regulus talked since James couldn't, and told him all about the insanely intricate castles that he and Pete and Pandora had created that afternoon. 

James could think better now that he had his sunglasses and the towel over his head. He'd cooled down a bit, too, but he was still so tired, he could fall asleep sitting up.

"Do you need to go home, love?" Regulus asked, tracing a line of water over James' collarbone. "I promise we won't be upset if you do."

His eyes stung. James always felt so guilty being the one who got overwhelmed, the one who needed to cut the day short. He really wanted to be with his friends and enjoy their company. But perhaps somewhere dimmer and cooler.

"Yeah," he whispered, biting his lip.

"Alright.” Regulus brushed the hair back from James’ face, and a gentle smile pulled at his lips. “That's okay. I'll tell Lily, and we'll go. I'm proud of you for telling me what you needed, mon coeur."

James’ face heated under his praise, and he tipped forward for a kiss. Regulus kissed him back, one hand firmly on his throat, sending his heart fluttering.

"Alright. Let's go home."

[theonlybatopus]

Alright.

The woe of writing what you know is sometimes you write a littttllleeee to much. Like today! I was going to start catching up and fixing fics I haven't touched since the time when we could not leave our houses. And I wrote a whooollleeee thing. And realized that yes, I absolutely crave death.

HEAR ME OUT.

I don't mean like. Dead-dead. I mean sleep. I want a forever nap. It sounds the same but it's not. This isn't an escape or a give up. It's a "I'm always fucking tired". From work. People. Mental health. Existing. It's EXHAUSTING. And you know when it goes away? When I sleep.

So yeah. That's it. That's the thought. We crave death cause it's the closest thing to perma-nap.

On a maybe funny note? I was discussing this with my friend and she was all omg but what about heaven and the afterlife and meeting loved ones. And I was horrified because no. No thank you. I already had to deal with shit here, the idea that death means MORE SHIT I HAVE TO DO. No. No fucking thank you. Hence sleep not death. Because fuck all that noise of having to do more shit after or still existing as a ghost. Like damn let a bitch rest.

And that's my post. K, the, byeeeeee

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 315

We all know the idea of Danny getting adopted by one of the batfam. But hear me out: Danny gets adopted by Vampire Dick Grayson. 

Danny honestly, did not mean to dimension hop, nor did he mean to get this injured in the first place, where his vision is spinning and there’s greenRedGreenGreenGREEN spilling from his body like he’s melting from the inside. He didn’t mean to get caught, he just didn’t want Dan to happen again, not again and the GIW had seen him flying and- 

And now he’s here, wherever here is, smoke in his lungs making it even harder to breathe than it was before. And there’s a shadow approaching, a flicker of crimson in his blurry vision, and there’s claws tilting his head and then something burns- 

Dick? Call it nostalgia perhaps, seeing this small child, so much like his little wing and baby bird once were, white streak and corpse-pale skin and all. He just wished for his dear brothers to join him, that’s all he wanted, and perhaps Damian won’t be so bitey if he got a friend…

[beanghostprincess]

Ace and Sanji are so alike because their mental stability is as strong as the thinnest piece of paper in a scissor factory.

Sabo: You're so reckless that the universe will kill you soon Ace: You've been saying that for ages and I am still waiting because it's never soon enough

Sanji: *accidentally drops a glass of water and it breaks* Sanji: Maybe I should just die

[xylophone888]

being a fan of any other character feels like giving somebody a genuine heartfelt compliment, being a fan of rincewind feels like nonstop day and night 25/8 staring into your aquarium where a lonely sickly shrimp resides never leaving it out of your sight and screaming at the top of your lungs when it eats or gets slightly better because you've been medicating it carefully for the last month and left your job just to care for it

[chronicsymptomsyndrome]

That one trend but it’s one increment at a time bc rejection sensitivity dysmorphia has me scared of looking like an idiot with 4 notes ahaha

50 notes & I will

drink more water (easy since I drink like none ever)

regularly post lil hydration reminders

set a new goal

[numberfiveisback]

they're all crazy.

only sane one there is Cassie, but that sanity is hanging by a thread, and that thread is being sawed at by the other three kids.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Having a pretty rough fucking go of it right now.

So here's some gifs that give me life, for no reason except I need cheering up and I gotta do it myself so I'm just going to shamelessly simp for a minute

I'm still dying over "Hey guys meet my new best friend" iconic honestly

I just know this silly goose has cracked that "one arm tied behind my back" joke ten thousand times over but the crew still laughs at it anyway and seriously who wouldn't look at him he's just so precious

Honestly used to be genuinely afraid of clowns and now I'm the opposite so does this count as therapy? Counts as therapy right?

The slutty lace-up shoulders in his coat. The little eye roll. The "thank you" that clearly translates to "I'm too fabulous to fuck with you go away." YOUR HONOR I LOVE HIM—

[galaghiel]

there are two kinds of hunters

[sblvrgg]

stsg lives in my mind rent free so of course today at work (because i had nothing else to do i swear) i made a little drawing that i then remade on procreate at home

im definitely not an artist but it was fun

now im crying because of my own drawing

[razzle-zazzle]

Ok but what happens next 😭😭😭 how do the show and movie ninja interact I NEED THEIR SHENANIGANS /lh

Okay okay so. basically. the movie ninja are temporarily stuck in showverse, so the show ninja just kind of (slightly awkwardly bc they weren't expecting this AT ALL) take them in for the time being while looking for a way to send them back. we get to see the similarities and differences between the show and movie ninja, we get to see both groups reacting to each others' lore/lives ("you all still go to school? ew" "you all live together like a permanent sleepover? so cool!").

But also. When Ghost possessed Movie Cole. Movie Cole got a whole bunch of Show Cole's memories. They're all jumbled up and discombobulated, though, so for all that M!Cole knows more about his counterpart than any of the other ninja it's usually expressed in Sudden Realizations as the disconnected pieces click into place. Meanwhile, Show Cole kind of has Ghost and Corpse' memories, kind of, and Ghost was pretty much present the entire time he was in movieverse even if he couldn't be seen or heard for most of it (and did have a few episodes where he couldn't see or hear either), so Show Cole also has a weird amount of insight to his counterpart that he doesn't really actively realize he has. This leads to great interactions such as:

S!Cole: i mean, i kind of remember? it's in bits and pieces S!Cole: your history essay was awful btw M!Cole: what would you know, you literally— M!Cole: wait M!Cole: YOU DROPPED OUT OF MARTY OPPENHEIMER'S?! S!Cole: i still know half-assing when i see it! M!Cole: MARTY. OPPENHEIMER'S!!! M!Cole to S!Cole:

and

S!Jay: soooo are those memories making any sense yet? M!Cole: no S!Jay, thinking about the love triangle: oh thank fsm M!Cole: you two fight a lot, huh? S!Cole: i dunno what you're talking about, we're best friends S!Jay, opening the fridge: yep! we're—COLE DID YOU TAKE MY FUCKING PUDDING CUP AGAIN S!Cole: the best of friends 😌😊🌸✨

and

M!Cole, to S!Kai: so what's "human pinata" supposed to be M!Kai: the WHAT S!Kai: ...some things are better left forgotten S!Cole, from across the bounty: HE WAS AN ENTERTAINER AT KIDS PARTIES A FEW YEARS BACK M!Cole: oh M!Kai: oh? OH???? M!Kai:

There's more that I can't recall off the top of my head rn, too. But yeah once the slightly morbid twist is resolved Cleaved gets back to regular crossover shenanigans and impromptu cross-dimensional group therapy. Of course, there's also that fact that M!Cole's indentity was revealed back home, but surely that's not going to cause any problems when they finally figure out how to reliably travel through realms...

right?

[missadmyre]

ok i have a small spicy question, please ignore it if makes you uncomfy, sorry but

any chances for full dragon Chase and First Ninja smutty/spicy moments in the future? 👀

Or just dragon Chase being possesive of First Ninja, honestly Im just sucker for Chase in dragon form being very touchy feely lol

*me, seeing your yes or no question*

Me: How about I answer that with art.

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literally 30 minutes after they did it:

Chase: Ready for another round, Ninja?

First: You've already had your fill in me, enough is enough.

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I don't want to portray Chase as sex-crazed, but he just wants to test how much stamina the First Ninja has.

(which First absolutely declines, seeing as he has a student that he needs to mentor and knowing him, he'll be definitely pester him if he ever saw the marks on his neck)

I absolutely headcanon that after their little session, First would have to manually swat Chase's hands/tail off of him until Chase had been forcefully kicked out of the Nomicon or until Chase calms tf down (draconic mood swings is a wonder).

Usually, maybe letting Chase have a few pecks in First's neck would soothe the lizard, he just has to keep him from turning it into a very noticable hickey (or another round).

Poor Randy, having to deal with the faint sounds of moaning he kept hearing during his training in the Nomicon (which he definitely questioned).

Poor Jake has to deal with the fact that his great(x18) grandfather is fucking his boyfriend's mentor.

[sysig]

Dr. “Has to get a good grade in therapy” Doran (Patreon)

[linabirb]

bro every time i go to therapy i noticed that im like. usually the only patient who comes there alone?? all the others usually have someone else with them, it's mostly young women with their boyfriends/husbands, which DOES make me feel a bit lonely but i will also never forget the time one lady probably in her 50s walked out of my therapist's office and she smiled at my therapist and said goodbye and then saw her husband who was looking at his phone and went "I'M HERE GET THE HELL UP"

[gender-luster]

everett young, or as i like to call him, my beautiful babygirl with a disorder