#forced to heal

[desultory-suggestions]

You have to stop ruining things for yourself preemptively because you believe they’ll fail anyway. Give yourself a chance to succeed.

[healingwgabs]

when being insane gets rid of ur fear of abandonment >

[semisolidmind]

I love how no matter what ,your reader always has her scary dog privilege no matter the fandom, the fact that this time is an actual dog though —

loyal to his savior. it's only fair that he return the favor.

(i can't help it dude, i have a type when it comes to relationships. i want the big scary one to protect the smaller not scary one. and it would only make sense that after everything he's been through, he'd use his regained strength to protect the peace he's found with the one who's saved him.)

[bluerosefox]

Beloved Beyond Time

A DeadSerious Prompt where a young Damian follows his mother's advice about finding his future 'Beloved' and is smitten with a TimeTraveling Ghost King (Prince) Danny when his grandfather summoned the eldritch being.

Damian, despite being young, will want no other to be by his side once he takes over the League. Especially since the King was able to strike fear in his grandfather for even just for a moment.

Danny, whose just started taking up his soon to be Kingly title and duties, at first freaked out when a kid who just got out of toddlerhood is offering marriage. Who wouldn't. And well while he didn't fully encourage it, he found it a little adorable and tried to nudge the kid away from said... err crush feelings?

He was a little sad to have to say goodbye to the kid when his month long stay with the al Ghul's (mostly to see if they're worthy to keep the Pits) he was pretty for sure he'd never run into the kid again and if he did who knows how old they'd actually be because again.. time travel.

So Danny now at the age of 16 really wasn't expecting to be basically be cornered on his first day at his new school at Gotham Academy by a 17 year old Damian Wayne who is leaning over him and says "Hello Beloved. Time has been kind to you it seems."

Danny's poor half-alive heart is currently dying from being cornered by an older Damian.

Let this crazy train wreck begin.

[lunacias]

(Silence. CARPENTER tries to rally HAYWARD's spirits. She's afraid she's going to lose him.)

"All three of us - we can all go on living, Hayward. Just like you said."

[aramblingjay]

The hands of the king are the hands of a healer.

[amandamadeathing]

Social network post about Omega and Crosshair.

"'I can fix him' this. 'I can make him worse' that. Pathetic. I can love him so much it changes the entire course of the entire narrative."

[aroaceleovaldez]

we should make Nico more fucked up, actually. enough woobifying him. that boy should be covered in blood and viscera

[temeyes]

take note: never make ghost laugh too hard.

[clowndensation]

thinking about connor in prague saying "dad's theory was you got two fighting dogs, you send the weak one away, you punish the weak one." in relation to this episode, and the way the siblings view abuse inside their own family.

shiv and kendall and their belief that connor and roman are the weak dogs that got the brunt of logan's worst behavior, because abuse is reserved for the kids who can't behave - the ones who aren't smart and mature enough to make it in the world. abuse evokes pity, because abuse is what happens when you expect too much from people who obviously aren't capable of more.

and then they go forward in life, believing that they're just naturally more intelligent and more capable than connor and roman, as if being raised seeing what happens to you if you aren't a perfect child wasn't the entire point of the "punish the weak dog" mentality that logan instilled in them. the looming threat implied behind any praise they do receive that tacitly tells them "you're not like roman and connor" because everyone knows what happens to roman and connor.

the absolute height of the rich capitalist mindset. "we're succeeding because of our own merit, and other people fail because they don't have what it takes" when in reality they're succeeding because of arbitrary rules made up by someone who knows that infighting makes meaner dogs.

[bikananjarrus]

thinking about caleb being struck with this sense of recognition when he sees depa in the bacta tank. about the way he’s drawn to her. and then after he leaves, she wakes up from her 6 month coma—pulled from it by this connection they share through the force. like he was meant to be her apprentice, like they were meant to find each other.

and to parallel, the way that ezra can hear the force singing to him, nudging him to look, look - to see what's right in front of him! and when he sees kanan, recognizes that kanan is what he's being drawn to, that's when kanan turns around. (recognition of self through the other).

the force is drawing them together, and has been long before ezra and kanan ever laid eyes on each other. because kanan tells hera later that even before they knew ezra, they were drawn to lothal. that no matter what happens, they always end up back on lothal.

like kanan was meant to go there. like he was meant to find ezra, in the same way that he found depa.

[firehose118]

At the risk of reacting to the discourse, and knowing that I have most of the people who could benefit from thinking about this blocked, I just want to say how disheartening it is to see people trying to tear Tommy down to lift Eddie up, when in reality Eddie could really benefit from Tommy's friendship.

We've already seen that Tommy is good for Eddie. Around Tommy, Eddie is light and young and free. He's having fun.

Tommy gets Eddie out of the house. They work on cars and spar and do karaoke trivia. Eddie practically bounced into that helicopter in 7x04, excited beyond words to hang out with his new friend and do these exciting new things with him. Even before Buck and Chimney got to the basketball game, Eddie was having the time of his life playing with Tommy. Because that's what Tommy reminds Eddie he can do: play.

Don't you want that for Eddie? This man who's been weighed down by adult responsibilities since he was a literal child, even before he became a teenage father. This man whose life has been defined by Stepping Up and Sacrificing and Being a Man.

There have been so many arguments made that Tommy is characterized the way he is to intentionally mirror Eddie. This actually uniquely positions Tommy as someone who can help Eddie because they've been through so many of the same things. I made a whole other post about this, but I think that Tommy can provide a very helpful template for Eddie deconstructing his ideas of narrow masculinity and forced self-heteronormativity.

Tommy spent so long being terrified of stepping out of line; repressing his true desires because they didn't fit with the image of himself he thought he was supposed to project as a man. He dated women he didn't love, through no fault of their own. For decades, he let his life be ruled by what was expected of him, rather than by what he truly wants.

And he let go of all of that. He learned how to be happy.

If you believe that Eddie is gay, why wouldn't you want him to have help gently stepping out of the closet? Why wouldn't you want him to have a role model—someone who has been through so many of the same things as he has and can truly relate to him on a deep level—for how to be honest with himself after so many years of repression?

Eddie can look at Tommy and he can feel like maybe the path to accepting that thing about himself that he's been denying for so long is manageable and worth the pain of walking down. He can look at Tommy and think that maybe he can be happy, too.

[chipper-smol]

So...... Loop and Odile huh?

v THE OTHER RESPONSE I DOODLED v

yeagh

[rooksunday]

“oh no, you’re mistaken. these aren’t troopers. they’re my padawans.”

it was difficult to read the expression of the jedi—master plo koon, apparently—but the senator had the impression of a smile.

the senator tried again, gesturing to the group behind the jedi. “they strongly resemble clone troopers. they’re wearing armour.”

“it’s a dangerous galaxy, senator.”

“those two have the same face!”

“yes. they’re clones.” the sense of amusement deepened.

the senator gestured broadly with both sets of arms. “you said they weren’t clones!”

master koon held up one capped claw. “i said they weren’t clone troopers. they are certainly clones. my clone padawans. as such, they cannot be deployed to the battlefield as you request. my apologies.”

“but—“

“or to any battlefield,” one of the clones put in. he—weren’t they all ‘he?’—had his helmet under his arm and a glower on his face. one eye had been replaced by a cybernetic implant. he bared his teeth. it wasn’t a smile. “sorry. padawan reasons.”

“aren’t padawans supposed to have those”—don’t say ‘stupid’—“little braids?” the senator tried in desperation.

the spokesclone’s expression somehow went even flatter. “i’m growing my hair out.”

“so there you have it,” the jedi intervened, clapping their hands together. “all padawans. no more war for my younglings. now if you don’t mind, we have duties in the temple—“

as the group marched past, the senator grumbled, mostly to themself, “you’re saying they all have the force? bullshit.”

no reply came and the jedi continued to radiate beatific amusement. the clones filed past, none sparing the senator more than a glance, until only the spokesclone was left. he tilted his head.

“what’s the force? what makes someone allowed to be a jedi, in your opinion?” he asked.

didn’t everyone know? the senator spluttered and vaguely waved one hand. “the force is-is— jedi can move things with their minds! that’s what jedi do! you know that, what kind of question is that?”

the clone curled his lip in a smirk. he shook his head. “they always…” he muttered, seemingly to himself, before lifting up his helmet and putting it on. his voice crackled flatly through the vocoder. “ta karkin’ da, senator. i put my helmet on with my mind. thanks for confirming my padawanship.”

with that, he turned, and marched away.

[faivsz]

|| cal's journey i tried to incorporate the pivotal moments for cal during fallen order's story into this piece such as how his journey started to its closing

[izzystizzys]

the thing about being the highest-ranked and most-decorated officer in any GAR/Guard capacity, fox thinks, is that unsurprisingly nobody could give less of a shit or listen to anything he says. it’s not like he earned those medals and recognitions and perfect test scores or anything, now is it, kote?

or, after the zillo beast disaster, the coruscant guard medbay just so happens to be much closer than the GAR one, and surprise surprise, senators don’t want meatdroids to be treated in their facilities after they’ve just protected them with their lives. fox tries to reason against this. fox is unsuccessful, because no one listens to fox.

which is how he finds himself crammed into a corner along with cody, ponds, bly, rex and their jedi, looking out across a medbay which is quite frankly a goddamn disaster rivalling the fight with the zillo beast in proportions. skywalker tries to step out towards one of the medics, and has to be pulled back by the collar of his shirt by amidala, squawking loudly when he’s nearly rammed over by mauler, crucifix and a shrilly screaming crash cart.

it’s not like fox said this would be a bad idea or anything.

“um, vod”, cody begins, unsure, “what’s - is that guy sewing wooley up with thread?!”

meathook, who is in fact sewing wooley up with thread, and looks about as happy about it as his patient, and who fox honestly thought was going to cry when he announced the influx of patients about to descend on them, snaps something about triage over his shoulder at hound, whose arm is decidedly bent in a way it shouldn’t be, jerking his head to gesture at the rickety cot next to cody’s ARC. fox is pretty sure they salvaged the thing from a dumpster. he slaps a bandage on the stitches that fox fears might be from the same dumpster.

“putting those advanced reconnaissance training skills to use, kote”, says fox, who invariably turns into the worst possible version of himself whenever cody opens his mouth within a klick of his vicinity.

skywalker harrumphs, evidently at the end of his impressive patience. “well, why?! hey, trooper! these men need bacta!”

“do they, now? i’m sorry, i hadn’t noticed”, a low voice hisses angrily behind them, and fox is the only one who doesn’t jump on account of he’s too dead inside to be scared of his CMO anymore. a grave error, he’s sure. “i guess i’ll just go pull some out of my ass along with a tank and painkillers, then! hadn’t thought of that yet!”

warcrime, whose eye is twitching and who is holding a bloody saw in visible consideration of using it, pins skywalker with a look that has had shinies all over the guard peeing themselves. “we don’t have any fucking bacta, you absolute numbskull.”

“but that can’t be right”, cody pipes up again, next to a very troubled looking generals kenobi and windu. fox sympathises very much with the patented migraine-glare on windu’s face. “why do you not have any bacta?”

“because i like to smear meiloorun juice all over my patient’s stab wounds, commander”, warcrime says. “it’s a homeopathic medicine thing. because the chancellor refuses to give us any, genius.”

“what?!” skywalker says, bristling. “that can’t be true! he wouldn’t -“ he’s cut off by his comm pinging loudly over the moaning and crying in the medbay, and warcrime leaning close enough to be heard with a whisper.

“well, he would, and if you don’t believe me, there’s a holorecording of him telling marshal commander fox why biological weapons on the homefront have lower priority and therefore half rations of everything. now get out of my medbay or find out why they named me warcrime, sir.”

amidala, the collective braincell holder for both her husband and the senate combined (on occasion), tugs him out of the way of warcrime’s bonesaw and ire. fox, who very much enjoys not being the primary target of a medic for once, unfortunately also has to be the adult in the room. “sirs, a transfer to the GAR barracks medbay might be a preferable- AH, MOTHERFU-“

“get him, stabby!”, rabid whoops from where he’s resetting thire’s nose, who echoes a much more nasal and muffled, “go, ftabby!”

“get kriffing FUCKED, stabby, you absolute-“, fox seethes, trying to swipe for the medic’s head and nearly planting one on cody instead by accident, who unfortunately manages to evade the swing fox is admittedly projecting very obviously on account of the sedation hypo jammed into his flank.

“medbay rules, sir”, stabby calls, dancing away towards mauler and his crash cart, while someone bumps something solid and flat against the backs of fox’s thighs that he can’t help but tumble back on, already seeing two codys and blys dancing around his vision. “commander fox protocol dictates he is to be helped to sleep as often as possible, sir.”

“a desperate but well-founded measure, i’m sure”, kenobi of all people agrees, and fox waves an unsteady hand in what might be the general’s direction to the sound of cody’s scandalized gasp. “as you were, officer… stabby.”

“traitors”, fox slurs, just as his com-unit begins to ping with an urgent notification. before he can try and answer it, warcrime has ripped it off his arm and flung it somewhere out of his sight. eh, it probably wasn’t anything THAT important, fox thinks. and if he wakes up two days later to a near-hysteric meathook kissing the glass casing of the guard’s brand new bacta tank over and over again, he decides to just roll over and go back to sleep.