#hysteria and ruth

[deirdresart]

She’s the big dyke energy I always wanted in a witch character

@nothingdrear

[imperaptorfuriosa]

if i dont get laid within the next year, i think i will literally just crumble to dust

[onceafanalwaysshallbeafan]

What is the current status of KOSA? As of last night, 2024-04-20, this is what congress.gov had to say about it:

I'm seeing lots of posts fearmongering about how it's passed the Senate and is now in the House.

I've seen coordinated attacks against the democratic process over the past 8+ years. It would not surprise me in the least to learn that this might be part of a coordinated attack to get us to let up pressure on our Senators, letting them think that we're suddenly okay with it.

Please remember that Tumblr can just as easily be used to spread misinformation as Twitter or Facebook or Instagram or TikTok. Check authoritative sources.

What I would do? Call your senators, your representative, and the White House switchboard to leave comments on pending legislation.

The government website says it's still in the Senate. Call your senators to oppose it as a current issue.

Call your representative to oppose it as a heads-up to ensure they are aware of it and your opposition.

Call the White House to ensure that President Biden knows not to sign it if it crosses his desk.

Former President Trump already destroyed 50 years of women's rights, and presided over the initial hysteria of the anti-trans groups. He appointed enough justices to the Supreme Court that we're guaranteed social regression until at least two conservative justices retire and are replaced with new Ruth Bader Ginsbergs. He and the GOP (he is basically synonymous with the GOP, after Laura was elected as co-chair) have done a huge amount of damage to our ways of life and our ability to address climate change and global warming. We need to say that enough is enough, and that they won't deprive us of our abilities to discuss the topics they find uncomfortable and want to prevent any kids from hearing about in any online spaces their kids could possibly stumble into.

OUR LIVES AND EXISTENCE AND CULTURE ARE NOT POLITICAL PAWNS TO BE BARTERED AWAY IN BACKROOM DEALS.

We must stand united, or divided we shall surely perish.

[stupid-starkid-headcannons]

Hi so like

- Following BF, Tom and Becky adopted Lex and Hannah. The first time Lex got anything from her new family for Christmas, she cried because she was so used to being the one making Hannah’s holidays special, never her own, and it made her so emotional.

- When they become close, Grace becomes childish with the nerds, because she never had a good childhood due to the pressure of religion her parents put on her. She runs up stairs like a dog, needs to be touching someone at all times (mostly grabbing on to Steph’s hand or holding Ruth by her shoulders), etc. The nerds never say anything about it though.

-Everyone in Hatchetfield, unless stated otherwise, will forever be t4t and bi4bi in my head (I’m right I’m not right)

- Pete can (and will) sleep anywhere. Ted frequently catches Pete asleep everywhere but his bed. At this point, since Pete’s so big, he refuses to carry him and just throws a blanket over him.

- People of Hatchetfield will randomly break into song on the daily. It’s so normalized there. (I get this somewhat clashes with tgwdlm but I think it’s funny for everything to be quiet and suddenly a random person stands on a table to sing and everyone treats it normally, like mass hysteria or something).

:)

oh! i love these all so much! yes!

[leafmint-does-a-meow]

We’re mutuals now which means I’m allowed to be autistic on main <3 You are ABSOLUTELY right in your interpretation of Jekyll, in my opinion. He is trying So Hard to be neurotypical in a world where there isn’t even a word for that, there’s just ‘normal’ and ‘male hysteria’, and I see myself in this poor sad man.

Also, your depiction of the withholding of food to punish a naughty child? And the way Jekyll knows that, as an adult, he puts too much stock in food and drink? The fact that he has enough education to recognize a trauma response but can’t help the fact he’s doing it? The peak of cinema.

Do you think Jekyll ever did, or considered self harm? I have my own thoughts on the matter, but I’d love to hear what you think!

nah man, you always LEAD with being autistic on main! That's how you find all the other people who are deranged absolutely normal about the same stuff you are!

ugh, yeah, I was diagnosed at 17 so I had already gone through school and puberty wondering What Was Wrong With Me. The world isn't built for ND people, even today. It was even worse in the 19th century...

So fun fact! Well...not really fun, but that was a totally accepted thing that the upper class did with their kids. They believed that too much rich food would create immorality in their children when they reached adulthood and it was very common for food to be withheld as punishment. I bought historian Ruth Goodman's book How To Be A Victorian for fic research (Ruth my beloved) and there was a whole chapter that went into depth about food and nutrition.

'While hunger was at its cruellest among the poor, it sent its tendrils winding around the lives of the more wealthy too... Requests for more food were met with pious lectures about carnal desires and pampering to greed... The self-control and self-denial induced by hunger were thought to teach enduring habits of self-sacrifice and to aid in fashioning a more moral individual.'

I really recommend her book and documentaries if you want to learn more about the 19th century :)

Jekyll probably knows something isn't right, but with the lack of education or even acceptance of the mere existence of mental illness and trauma, he's probably been told his whole life to 'just get on with it', essentially. Poor bub.

Oof, yeah, I mean he definitely has had some dark days. Again, with the lack of knowledge in regards to mental health, he would be inclined to just force himself through it and on to the other side.

In my fic I wrote: 'There were days where his thoughts seemed to eat him alive, where the relentless pounding of his own heart would cause chest pains and exhaustion. It was on these days that dark thoughts would begin to surface, and he would throw himself into his work to evade them.'

The work proves a valuable distraction, until of course he begins to turn it into a process of finding a 'cure' for himself. Just as well he got away to the country when he did, I suppose.

Thanks for the ask! <3

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Jo Bartosch

Published: Apr 21, 2024

How did people emerge from the hysteria of the witch trials? What must it have felt like to live through the period when supposed witches were suddenly revealed to be ordinary women? What did the accusers say when it became clear that these supposed agents of Satan were simply adult human females? Did they feel guilt and try to make amends? Did they shirk their responsibility? Or did they double down?

The reactions to the publication of the Cass Review last week might give us some idea. The activists, medical professionals and celebrities who championed the trans cause have been confronted with the horror they helped create. Dr Hilary Cass’s report into the NHS’s treatment of gender-confused kids has radically transformed the trans debate, exposing ‘gender-affirming care’ as a dangerous experiment. Now, the disciples of trans ideology are scrambling to save face.

The most common reaction from cheerleaders of trans ideology has been to meekly plead ignorance. One such case is that of Dr Adam Rutherford, geneticist, science communicator and president of Humanists UK – an organisation that in recent years has made a hard turn away from science and rationality in favour of worshipping the cult of gender identity. Yet when he was invited to comment on the Cass Review by Sex Matters director Maya Forstater on X, Rutherford said: ‘It’s not something I know much about.’ Really? It’s somewhat difficult to believe that Rutherford has somehow missed seeing this bit of hugely significant medical news.

This is mirrored by the bleating entreaties for ‘nuance’ from television presenter Kirstie Allsopp. For the past few years, Allsopp has smeared gender-critical views as transphobic. Now she is attempting to rewrite history by claiming that it has always ‘been possible to debate these things and those saying there was no debate are wrong’. We all know this isn’t true. As JK Rowling correctly points out, ‘one of the gender ideologues’ favourite slogans is “no debate”’.

Perhaps the most egregious response of all has come from former Stonewall CEO Baroness Ruth Hunt. It was Hunt who oversaw the charity’s transformation from a gay-rights charity to an LGBT lobby group, with the emphasis firmly on the T. It was under her watch that Stonewall tried to silence warnings about the dangers of experimental puberty blockers. Yet last week, Hunt told The Times that she had simply ‘trusted the experts’ on puberty blockers and cross-sex hormones, so she couldn’t possibly be held accountable. Given that Stonewall itself was deferred to as an ‘expert’ organisation on the issue of gender-affirming care, it is hard to accept Hunt’s projection of innocence. She was hardly some misled ingénue.

Even more deranged and delusional are those who have dismissed the Cass Review as ‘unscientific’. Apparently, Cass’s four years of research and the reams of data she gathered are simply a pretext for promoting a ‘transphobic’ narrative. This rejection of reason is perhaps most eloquently demonstrated by the hyperbolic hashtag, #CassKillsKids, which has been tweeted out by the likes of broadcaster and trans activist India Willoughby. But this position is so patently untrue that only a small minority of the most committed zealots seem to be defending it.

The fact is, it is incredibly difficult for trans activists to obscure their roles in this scandal. Many of them must now be aware that they cheered on a gruesome, ideologically motivated experiment on children. After all, the facts are now indisputable.

In measured tones and meticulous detail, Cass’s report reveals what was really going on inside the NHS’s Gender Identity Development Service (GIDS). She concludes that the ‘gender affirming’ medical treatments it provided, like puberty blockers and cross-sex hormones, are based on ‘wholly inadequate’ evidence. Doctors are usually cautious when adopting new treatments, but Cass says ‘quite the reverse happened in the field of gender care for children’. Instead, thousands of children were put on an unproven medical pathway. Worse still, medical professionals seemed largely uninterested in uncovering the side effects and long-term risks of these drugs. Cass says that all but one adult gender clinic refused to share patient data that would allow her team to study how childhood transitioners fared as adults. This made it virtually impossible to research the potential longer-term consequences of transitioning.

The implications of the review are so grave that politicians have had no choice but to act. On Monday, health secretary Victoria Atkins gave an excoriating speech to parliament, laying out the changes in policy that have already been made and those still to come. She reiterated that NHS England would no longer be able to prescribe puberty blockers for children with gender dysphoria outside of clinical trials. She also promised a crackdown on private prescriptions, as well as an urgent review on clinical policy for prescribing cross-sex hormones. Vitally, she also announced that NHS trusts that initially refused to cooperate with the review will now share their data, hopefully opening the door for further research. These developments were all sorely needed.

Atkins also made a point of thanking the clinicians, academics, activists and journalists who raised the alarm. She acknowledged that they had ‘risked their careers’ to do so. She told her fellow politicians that it should trouble each of them that the NHS ‘was overtaken by a culture of secrecy and ideology that was allowed to trump evidence and safety’.

Finally, politicians are taking these concerns seriously. Until very recently, they did not want to know. Back in May 2019, I was one of a handful of people to attend the First Do No Harm meeting at the House of Lords. There, in a tiny cramped room, we listened to clinicians and campaigners who were desperately worried about the goings on in the GIDS Tavistock clinic in London.

First Do No Harm was organised by campaigner Venice Allan and Let Women Speak founder Kellie-Jay Keen (aka Posie Parker), with the aim of bringing together journalists, politicians and medical experts. It was chaired and spon.sored by Labour peer Lord Lewis Moonie, who himself had a background in psychology and clinical pharmacological research. Among the attendees was psychoanalyst Marcus Evans. He had resigned from his post as a governor at the Tavistock clinic in February that year, citing concerns about the influence of lobby groups on clinical practice.

Despite this wealth of knowledge and expertise, First Do No Harm went largely ignored by politicians. Invitations were sent out to every member of parliament. But, aside from Moonie, the only politicians in attendance were Baroness Tanni Grey-Thompson and Conservative MP David Davies. As Evans explained at the time: ‘No one would basically attend, they’d be threatened that they would have the whip withdrawn if they attended… the silencing of opposition in this area is unbelievable.’

There was certainly a cost for Moonie. After over 40 years in the Labour Party, he was told by party general secretary Jenny Formby that his membership would be at risk if he proceeded with the event. So he resigned. Five years on, and the concerns of Moonie, a small band of whistleblowing clinicians and tenacious campaigners have finally been acknowledged.

While First Do No Harm was the first public meeting bringing concerned voices together, staff within GIDS had already been sounding the alarm for some time. It was all the way back in 2004 that Susan Evans, wife of Marcus, first spoke out about the ‘precipitous referral’ of gender-confused children on to a medical pathway. As a clinical nurse at the Tavistock, she tried to raise the possibility that there were alternatives to medically transitioning children. But she was advised that GIDS would be unable to attract patients without offering puberty blockers. Evans resigned in 2007.

Today, Evans tells me that, while she is relieved about the findings of the Cass Review, she is frustrated to see ‘what happened at GIDS described as a debate between two sides’:

‘I wanted to ensure that kids were receiving a thorough assessment and that as a team there would be a more holistic exploration… That’s not a toxic debate, that is clinical discussion and that’s what a responsible clinician ought to do. All I ever did was raise ordinary but important clinical and safeguarding concerns and questions. I was inquisitive.’

Thankfully, there were still some other inquisitive clinicians out there. In 2018, Dr David Bell, consultant psychiatrist and staff governor at the Tavistock, wrote an internal report that slammed GIDS for promoting a model of uncritical gender affirmation. He blamed trans lobby groups like Mermaids and Stonewall for infecting the organisation. He also explained that many of the young patients seeking to medically transition would otherwise grow up to be lesbian, gay or bisexual. For this, senior management at GIDS threatened Bell with disciplinary action, in an attempt to silence him.

Shortly afterwards, in 2019, clinical psychologist Kirsty Entwistle, who had previously worked at the GIDS satellite clinic in Leeds, penned an open letter, echoing similar concerns. She warned that patients were falsely being told that puberty blockers were ‘fully reversible’ and that accusations of transphobia were stifling important medical and safeguarding discussions.

GIDS was desperate to silence anyone who expressed doubts about how clinics were operating. One such whistleblower was Sonia Appleby, who was a social worker and safeguarding lead at the Tavistock. In 2016, Appleby began to raise concerns about the shambolic record-keeping and the potential over-prescription of puberty blockers. For this, she was bullied and monstered by management, and shunned by GIDS director Dr Polly Carmichael. Carmichael apparently told her team that Appleby had ‘an agenda’ and discouraged staff from sharing any safeguarding concerns with her. In a small act of justice, in 2021 Appleby was awarded £20,000 in damages for the appalling way she was treated at the Tavistock.

Many of the stories from those who spoke out chime with one another. They talk about being alarmed that children’s underlying issues were being systematically overlooked. GIDS was more interested in prescribing medical treatments than in helping children who were suffering from homophobic bullying, mental-health issues, sexual abuse or other traumas. When questions were asked about the safety of puberty blockers and hormones, staff faced an atmosphere where clinical curiosity was discouraged. In all, between 2016 and 2019, a total of 35 clinicians left the Tavistock, with many citing concerns about children being over-diagnosed. Meanwhile, management ignored all these concerns and children continued to be prescribed puberty blockers.

It was shortly after Carmichael’s appointment in 2011 that GIDS began its first trial of puberty blockers. Before the research had even concluded, these drugs, which have also been used to chemically castrate sex offenders, were made more widely available to children. In 2014, the minimum prescription age was dropped from 16 to 11. Some private clinics even started prescribing them to children as young as nine.

GIDS management, it seemed, was remarkably unbothered by the lack of evidence for puberty blockers. In 2016, Carmichael told a World Professional Association for Transgender Health conference in Amsterdam that they were crucial for trans-identified kids and ‘incredibly successful’. But in the same speech, she admitted that ‘actually, the Dutch are the only team really who have published long-term perspective studies about this. So there is very little data available.’ Indeed, as Carmichael admits, virtually the only bit of evidence ever referenced in support of puberty blockers is a piece of flawed research from the Netherlands. It was later revealed that the findings from GIDS’s own puberty-blocker trial were far from reliable.

It was left to those on the outside to bring public attention to what was happening at GIDS. Yet, just as with the silencing of clinicians, those outside the medical profession were also smeared as transphobic for questioning the new wisdom about so-called trans kids.

One of the earliest groups to demand an evidence-based approach was Transgender Trend, which was founded by Stephanie Davies-Arai in 2015. She and her organisation were almost instantly hounded and derided by trans extremists. A children’s book published by Transgender Trend was even compared to ‘terrorist propaganda’. But this smear campaign wouldn’t stop the truth from being revealed. Transgender Trend soon attracted the attention of Oxford professor Michael Biggs. In 2019, he published a report with the organisation, showing that the use of puberty blockers did not reduce the mental distress experienced by patients – a conclusion now backed up by Cass.

This reality became impossible to ignore, especially as ‘detransitioners’ began to speak out. The existence of people who regretted their decision to transition proved to be a thorn in the side of the trans movement and a powerful testimony against so-called trans healthcare. In November 2019, a women’s rights group called Make More Noise hosted the first panel discussion of detransitioners in the UK, giving them an opportunity to share their stories with journalists. With testosterone-cracked voices and mastectomy scars, these young women embody the harms of gender medicine. They were the ‘data’ that the clinicians at GIDS had overlooked.

Detransitioners fought to make themselves heard. In 2020, a high-profile legal challenge by detransitioner Keira Bell against the Tavistock prompted NHS England to commission the Cass Review. Leading paediatrician Dr Hilary Cass was then tasked with finding out what was really happening at GIDS.

Detransitioner Sinead Watson, who, as a young adult, took medical steps to present as male, is one of those who gave evidence to the Cass Review researchers. She tells me: ‘They asked about my story, how I was evaluated, how quickly, about the side effects of [testosterone] and about the surgery. They asked how I was helped to deal with the regret when I sought out support from the NHS, and seemed genuinely surprised I had received no help.’

It truly is a scandal that children and youngsters were put on a pathway to medicalisation and then promptly abandoned. There are now calls for a public inquiry, and it looks like adult services will also now face their own Cass-style review. But the problem with the trans ideology is that it extends far beyond medicine. It is a mind virus that has infected almost every British institution.

Certainly, there can never be true justice for detransitioners. They will continue to carry the mistakes of the medical establishment, and the failure of the government, on their bodies. It also seems unlikely that any of the whistleblowers who were vilified for raising the alarm will receive apologies or retractions. Trans cheerleaders will continue to deny any complicity. No doubt the GIDS management and healthcare professionals who tried to suppress the truth will be able to slink off to lucrative careers elsewhere.

Still, the Cass Review has revealed that the witches were right. Its publication ought to mark a historical turning point, and serve as a reminder that truth can win out. We must remember all this when the next hysterical mania sweeps over society.

[vethsoddities]

Hold Me Like a Grudge

Summary: Ted Sankpoffski Holds A Grudge Against Stephanie Lauter For What She Had to Do In Cool As I Think I Am reprise

CW: Spoilers for NPMD and mentions of what Steph having to do in the moments after the summoning and during In Cool As I Think I Am reprise and mentions of canon things and spoilers for nightmare time 1 Time Bastard(kinda) Ted and Steph get into a argument

Master List

Credit 1:The idea was given to me by @veeicecream screenshot at the end of this post to see the idea

Credit 2:I took the white streak idea from @capriciouslyterminal with permission of corse

Credit 3: To me my idea of Duke Keane and Miss Holloway taking in Steph and teaching her how to bake and Steph working at mode Retro’s which is getting its own fic soon which is a technical part one of this story that on how Holloway and Duke took in Steph

remember requests are open and I evey so often rp if anyone wants to and I’m always looking for proofreaders if you are interested DM me if I messed up anywhere let me know the prequel to this coming at some point this took me long enough as it is lol I suck at endings lol

Ted Spankoffski was acutely aware of Eldrich away’s of the boring town of Hatchetfield, How couldn’t he when the local homeless man looked exactly like him but 50 years older than him and Pete, and how during the honey festival anyone crowned Honey Queen goes missing afterward even if there was reasoning to why the Honey Queen was no longer there in Hatchetfield. Or how so many people go missing every day and how most of the people in town seemed to always have a case of mass hysteria and blame each other like they were in a trial in a courtroom.

For example, in the recent murders of three Hatchetfield High students two out of three were Pete’s best friends Richie Lipschitz and Ruth Fleming and the third was Maxwell Jägerman Pete’s bully for years now since the fourth grade which from what Ted had seen for two weeks Pete seemed happier after Max went missing. Pete was even talking about Stephaine Lauter the mayor’s daughter and how she thought he was funny he even changed his outfit which was a tapestry of his trauma he dropped the bow tie and suspenders for her. 

 Ted approved of the new outfit maybe that was because he gave Pete the sweater a while back even if it didn’t follow the idea of picking an outfit and sticking with but, but sometimes change is good. Though he never moved on from Jenny he didn’t know where she was at all but where Jenny was he hoped she was safe. 

Speaking of being safe Ted sat in his apartment with his head in his hands in disbelief across him was his younger brother Pete was talking to him about some eldrich beings called The Lords In Black and Max Jägerman coming back from the dead which Ted didn’t know what to believe but he was wanting to hear him out. “After we went to the school which is one of many of the black alters and with the black book to summon The Lord’s In Black and the only way we could stop Max. Was one of us had to give up what we Cherish Above All Else,” Pete started as he looked at Ted whose head was still in his hands.

“And for a moment Steph was the one to do it from what one of them said she was lying to herself about what it was before one of them told Steph that,” Pete paused for a moment as he started to quote Wiggog Y'Wrath while trying his best to copy his voice “You can lie to yourself but not to me, think about it” after quoting Wiggog Y'Wrath Pete did his normal voice as he continued to tell Ted the whole story “When Steph Realized what he meant one of The Lords in Black had his hand on my hair said something like  ‘ah their he is’ that had me confused until I realized myself what he meant, which let me tell you having an eldrich being touch you is fucking terrifying. That thing even left a white streak in my hair which I honestly don’t know how to feel about it but Steph said she likes it and thinks it cool so that means that it has to be cool if she thinks then it must be,” Pete said trailing off topic for a moment. 

Ted was about to say something when  Pete got back on topic and  continued to speak “The whole time before and after Maylor Lauter brought us to the witchwood to get the black book Steph had a gun on her,” when Ted heard mention of a gun he looked up at Pete and cut him off to say “A fucking are you Serious Pete, Please don’t tell me this is going where I think is going.” 

To which the teen gave his brother a look and nodded his head and continued to speak before Ted could speak again 

“We didn’t have a choice at that moment, Ted it was either I die or the whole damn world did and I wanted to be cool this time and take the bullet, Ted don’t be mad at Steph she didn’t have a choice as I said and I’m still alive because of  Max stopping the bullet and Grace having sex with a fucking  ghost.” 

Ted had a Scowl on his face hearing that Stephanie Lauter the former Mayor’s daughter almost Sacrificed his younger brother screw the fact the world would have been doomed because of his living. Ted couldn’t even think of being i n a world without his nerdy little brother in  it 

“No Pete I think I will be mad at her hell I'm even holding a grudge against her she got you in trouble for cheating and she’s the reason Max beat you up and she almost fucking killed you and you expect me not to be mad or hold a grudge then you’re damn wrong Pete” Ted looking at Pete Scowl still on his face but it wasn’t directed towards Pete at all. Pete just sighed “I understand where you’re coming from Ted but we didn’t have a choice and I hope you know Steph would never hurt me on purpose and I hope someday you’ll understand that Ted.” With that, the Conversation between the brothers ended.

Over the course of a week after learning Stephaine had almost killed Pete, anytime Steph came over to Ted’s apartment to hang out with Pete she notched the looks Ted threw her way and the snide remarks that she got thrown her way from the elder Spankoffski. Though the remarks were never as harmful as her Father's were Ted was a sleazeball with a grudge but he was respectful to her he heard from Pete by accident what Solomon was like to her and he wouldn’t insult her too badly but he isn’t above being an asshole.

Eventually, the next time Steph came over was after she made brownies with Duke Keane and Miss. Holloway in Miss Retro’s.She had even brought hot chocolate that she also made at Miss Retro’s for Pete she’d rather make it herself or buy it from Starbucks.

Don’t get Steph wrong she’s all for supporting small businesses, But seeing as at Beanies they take forever for getting the order and spit into the drinks in general or if you’re a tad bit rude about not getting your order. Steph will always remember how Pete yelled in Beanies about not getting his hot coffee and how the barista spits in it she’d rather not get it from there.

But she also always liked Miss. Retro’s better because of how understanding and nice Miss. Holloway was to people than the baristas at Beanies were. Maybe she was a little biased on that account of liking Miss. Retro’s because she’s working there until she graduates and gets back on her feet. But that’s another story for another day.

The next time Steph came over was with brownies and hot chocolate like I said before was made with Miss. Holloway and Duke. So when she got to the apartment she knocked on the door and waited for it to open which it did but instead of Pete it was Ted “Hey Spankoffski senior I brought brownies and hot chocolate for Pete can I come in because it’s freezing out here” it was late October which was starting to get colder out.

Ted rolled his eyes and said “Sure come in sycophant make yourself at home and I’m not that old I’m 35 ” Ted muttered and then yelled “Pete your girlfriend’s here with a few things” After a second of Ted’s glaring at her Pete came out of his room and smiled wide at Steph.

“Hey,” Pete said starting to talk as he walked over to Steph “Steph you didn’t have to bring me anything at all” Steph smiled “Well Pete I did anyways plus Miss. Retro helped me make these” Stephanie said lifting her hand that had a dessert box with Miss—Retro’s Dinner logo on it.

“I also made you hot chocolate because I’d rather not give you a drink that the crappy barista at Beanies spits in,” Steph said Ted despite the fact he has a grudge against her agreed with Stephanie on that fact. He knew Emma was crabby he’d seen it himself and yet how co-worker and friend Paul liked her.

Steph gave Pete his hot Chocolate that wasn’t hot or cold it was warm which was just right to drink and Pete wouldn’t have to wait to drink it. After Pete Took the hot chocolate Steph handed him the brownies and he went to put the brownies in the kitchen.

Stephanie in general had enough of Ted’s snide remarks toward her Stephanie decided to confront him upfront about it when Pete wasn’t close enough to hear so she took the chance to confront Ted here and now. So she took the chance to speak to Ted

“I have a question Ted what the fuck did I ever do to you Ted to make you hate me enough to make snide remarks around me” Steph looked him in the eyes as she spoke “Because whatever I did please tell me so we can get over this whole irksome indifferent’s.”     

Ted looks back at Steph and lets out a harsh sigh “Alright i will we’re do I start you almost shot Pete and then acted like it’s nothing and causing nothing but trouble for Pete since you started to talk like how you caused him to get beaten,” Ted continues as he stares at Stephanie done

“And even summoned fucking Eldredge beings called the lords in black and one of them touched him which caused a white streak in his hair” Ted wasn’t going to hold back on what he was saying as he continued to speak. Steph looked at him with a sight shocked expression realizing what this was all about the snide remarks and comments that were aimed towards her.

It took her a moment to speak “Is that what this is about?” Steph said her brows furrowed as she looked at Ted a be it a little hurt “Yes that is what all of this is about Stephanie you act so alienating yourself from showing how you feel,”

“It seems like you don’t give a damn about shooting at my brother to save the whole damn world, and not because of you he only lived because of fucking Grace Chasity of all people.” Ted’s tone was one of anger and indifference towards Steph as the scowl Ted tended to get when angered or annoyed was etched onto his face.

Steph raised a brow and asked “Really? Is that why you hate me honestly I don’t blame you for that I don’t, but you know it was an impossible situation, you know there wasn't a lot of options, so what do you want from me!” Stephanie’s tone was a defensive one.

Ted took a breath and admitted “Yeah there weren't many options, but that's my baby brother, that's all I have And I almost lost him and I never would have known why. It isn't logical or rational to be pissed because I am.”

Ted and Steph sat in silence ending the conversation and the silence tension went painfully slow for a moment before it dawned on the two of them that Pete hadn’t come back yet from putting the hot chocolate on the counter that Steph brought for him. Almost as if it was on queue the sound of something dropping alerted both Steph and Ted.

Steph quickly got up and rushed to the kitchen beating Ted there before he could. Where the sound came from was from the kitchen Ted followed after to check on Pete in case he passed out from low blood sugar.

When Steph rushed into the Kitchen she saw Pete drop one of the hot chocolates she brought. Pete was panicking and Steph’s brows furrowed in concern “Pete? Are you okay can you hear me?” Steph asks knowing that he isn’t good but she thinks she might as well ask him.

Through panicked breaths, Pete looked up at Steph “Steph?” Pete asks his eyesight blurred by tears “Yeah Pete it’s me I’m going to need you to breathe with me okay can you do that?” Steph asks walking to Pete.

Pete nods as he feels Steph put a hand on his shoulder as she tells him to take a deep breath in which he does and then out. After awhile Pete is a bit more calm as Steph tells him to do ‘54321’ he starts to list enter off. “Hey how about we get you into the living room for you to have a seat would you like Pete?” Pete nods as Steph takes his hand and starts to walk back to the living room.

Ted seeing them move steps out of the way side eyeing Steph but with a less aggressive more softened seeing how She handles Pete with such care and compassion. This causes him a moment of trying to fathom how Steph was willing to shoot at Pete but seeing the caring and loving expression with care and understanding for Pete the look she held when she looked at Pete.

It reminded him of Jenny and himself. especially when Jenny did the same thing for him when he had a panic attack in college. He loved Jenny more than a friend but he never got to tell her seeing as she moved to Clivesdale before he got to. The more Ted stared at both Steph and Pete as they talked Pete seemed more calm than he was before.

As the time bastard watches the pare he starts to realize he missed judged Steph. Ted knows that if he had to shoot Jenny to save the world he’d would be especially to keep Pete safe. As he came to that realization he felt bad but he wouldn’t say it out loud at least not right now not in front of Pete.

Ted noticed Steph looked over at him her brows furrowed in confusion trying to pin out why Ted was staring. When he noticed Ted’s gaze had softened more he gave Steph a nod of approval and a scent promise that they’d talk about this later. When Steph got the nod of approval from Ted she had a small smile forming on her face.

Despite the irksome indifference that is sightly still there between Stephanie and Ted at the end of the day the two of them care for each other. Even if Ted still holds the grudge he has towards Stephanie it’s now softened as he slowly understands why she had to nearly sacrifice Pete for the sake of the world.

[nothingdrear]

Chapter 1 Page 16

Nothing Drear Can Move Me updates periodically on tumblr and on webtoons

[Image ID: This is a digital comic with 3 panels and some text. All panels are wide and reach almost across the page. The first panel shows Hysteria and Ruth sitting on the couch. They are shown from the shoulders to waist. Hysteria is hesitantly raising one gloved hand between them. The panel below is a similar image, but Hysteria has put her hand on Ruth’s. The last panel is a close up of the two women, leaning in to each other. Their expressions are sorrowful. There is a warm white glow in the space behind their heads. It casts soft light on their faces. The text reads: Because of this notion, what Hysteria says next is filled with genuine warmth. It is imbued with relief and breathless, wondering potential. “Well met, Ruth.”/.End ID]

[joescarry]

I embark today on a re-read of Flannery O'Connor's story, "A Temple of the Holy Ghost." It seems like an appropriate discourse to lift up at a moment when the country is confronting anti-trans and anti-drag hysteria.

(The first thing I noticed in my notes was a reference to Baby Ruth (TM) candy bars. Nothing is ever accidental in an FO story. The image above is from a '50s display ad in Colliers. What do you suppose she was driving at?)

[deirdresart]

preview of the next update for my comic @nothingdrear. Go home Hysteria, you’re drunk.

[imperaptorfuriosa]

at the point of touch-starved and horny that a chaste kiss in a (very very good) disney movie has my brain going into overdrive

[ear-worthy]

American Hysteria: The Podcast About Pointless Panic

There's a country song by Garrett Hedlund called, "Timing Is Everything." 

That sentiment applies perfectly to the podcast American Hysteria.   When American Hysteria began in 2018, the flames of society-wide conspiracy theories burned hotter than ever. With then President Trump using the bully pulpit to foster conspiracy theories -- QAnon, white replacement theory, PizzaGate, vaccine denialism, Putin is being persecuted, and even wind power causes cancer -- rational thought began to exit the public consciousness replaced by a belief best described as Fox Mulder of The X Files meets "Springtime for Hitler."

It was a perfect blend of societal delusions and a podcast investigating that same rift in political, social and cultural stability.

American Hysteria explores how fantastical thinking has shaped our culture – moral panics, urban legends, hoaxes, crazes, fringe beliefs, and national misunderstandings. Poet-turned-podcaster Chelsey Weber-Smith tells the strangest stories from American history and examines the forces that create the reality we share, and sometimes, the reality, we don't.

The podcast is produced by Skylark Media, which is an entertainment network creating and producing interactive audio dramas and podcasts.

 The host, Chelsey Weber-Smith, is known for Channel Zed (2020), Behind the Bastards (2018) and You're Wrong About (2018).

Chelsey Weber-Smith also writes country music and rambles around the United States, building campfires and hoping for the best. She is a graduate of the University of Virginia's MFA program in poetry and has written and self-published two chapbooks, a travel memoir, and two full-length folk/country albums, and was recently nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Her work has been published in BOAAT, Transom, Matter, Wu-Wei Fashion Mag, the James Franco Review, and Miracle Monocle. She currently lives in Seattle.

Weber is perfect for the role in the podcast. Listen to her: "I believe in getting tangled in the weeds, in living in the often-untouched gray areas, of exploring the nuances that often get lost. I hope to use humor and poetics to ease people into difficult truths, to educate with care and understanding, especially around issues of race, class, gender, and sexuality, and the bigness and smallness of being alive."

What kinds of topics does American Hysteria cover ? Here's just a partial list.

 Early Drag Queens, including the manly soldiers of the U.S. Army who put on drag shows during the Second World War. 

The ghosts of children killed in a school bus, who are said to push cars uphill and away from danger. 

The toy riots that took place over sought-after toys, such as Tickle Me Elmo, Cabbage Patch Kids, and Beanie Babies. 

The wild stories about Halloween sadism -- razor blades in apples, rat poison in chocolate -- which turned out to be largely tall tales.

My favorite episodes so far include the show about the numerous conspiracy theories surrounding Barbie over the decades. These theories range from grooming to fat shaming, anti-feminism to body dysmorphia.

 In the episode, I discovered there's one thing Ken and Barbie can never do. Get your mind out of the gutter. It's not that. After all, they're dolls. According to Barbie creator Ruth Handler, they can never get married.

 My other favorite is about Hallmark Christmas movies. In the episode, Weber-Smith says, "Because so many Hallmark writers and directors also make horror movies, I called in podcasters Sarah Marshall and Alex Steed of 'You're Wrong About' and 'You Are Good' to discuss the similarities between these two seemingly polar opposite genres."

I learned that each Hallmark Christmas movie budgets at least $50,000 for fake snow. The movies are generally filmed in the summer.  

My other favorite is the episode about the craze in the late 80s and 90s about satanic cults. The episode details the insanity of parents claiming their children had been affected by these satanic cults that were overrunning America. Later on, we discovered that Satan is really Steve Bannon, so no worries.

Weber-Smith is charming, funny, snarky, sarcastic and utterly entertaining on this podcast. America Hysteria is hysterical in how it crafts a narrative about these events of mass hysteria and then comments on the state of our culture, society and mindset. The narrative is fascinating and educational because, in a way, this podcast is a textbook (only funnier and wittier) on American sociology. 

Chelsey Weber-Smith makes the case that America's craziness is not a recent phenomenon. Conspiracy theories have been with us since dogs were domesticated. Think about it. It's only been 60 years since parents claimed that Elvis and his gyrating hips and The Beatles and their long hair would be the end of Western Civilization as we know it.

Thanks to Fox News, American hysteria will never run dry on conspiracy theories. The network invents them every day -- Tyler Swift is a CIA agent, happy holidays is a secret Communist call sign, and when conservative white people fall asleep, their bodies are being taken over by minorities, like in the film The Invasion Of the Body Snatchers.

Check out American Hysteria. You'll learn something, have fun, laugh often, question the validity of conspiracy theories, and enjoy the warped sensibilities of host Chelsey Weber-Smith.

 Finally, the podcast does encourage feedback. The podcast urges listeners to: "Tell us about a local urban legend you grew up hearing! We may play your voice message on the show along with whatever information we can dig up."

[fashioneditswebsite]

Grey hair reigned supreme at JW Anderson’s London Fashion Week show.

"J.W. Anderson showcased a collection that was more wearable than ever." Grey hair was the centerpiece at JW Anderson's latest London Fashion Week show. The Northern Irish designer showcased models wearing super curly grey wigs, dubbed 'granny chic' by some fashion enthusiasts on Instagram. Despite the quirky wigs, the autumn/winter 2024 collection continued to showcase quiet luxury, indicating that the runway trend is here to stay. The wigs might have been quirky, but the autumn/winter 2024 collection seemed to continue quiet luxury – showing that the runway trend isn’t slowing down soon. Knitwear was central to this collection, with skimpy matching sets giving a new take on the underwear-as-outerwear trend, juxtaposing with sculptural woolen two-pieces. The color palette was predominantly neutral, with the odd electric blue or pale lime bringing a welcome pop to the runway. Plenty of highly chic bags and accessories were on the runway, the bread and butter of the JW Anderson brand, and footwear focused on comfort – with most models wearing slipper-style flat boots. Anderson's fashion often goes viral. Remember the pigeon bag SJP wore? The Wellington boots looked like frogs. This collection focuses on understated dressing. The designer told WWD in an interview: “There are no bells and whistles. I don’t want there to be an hysteria, although this is not about quiet luxury. It’s more about how we feel about clothing.” Cult beauty brand Merit was responsible for the make-up look – unsurprising, as Merit is known for its minimalist approach to beauty. "The look for JW Anderson was focused on strong, tough beauty," said make-up artist Lynsey Alexander. Models wore a bold matte red lip in the shade Vermillion ($28, launching Feb 22). The statement lip turned them into "powerful characters," according to Alexander. She added: “We juxtaposed subtle and loud looks. The girls were groomed in a boyish manner with a handsome brow and athletic skin instead of applying a red stamped-on mouth. Then, of course, there were the wigs – Anderson gave a peek behind his thought process on Instagram, writing: “The subtle and the loud. A grey wig as a device. And flats. Housewife flats.” The collection was shown at London’s Seymour Hall. It's a striking sports hall in a Victorian building. There were plenty of stars on the front row. These included Jameela Jamil, fresh off her appearance on the latest British Vogue cover. Also present were artist Tracey Emin, and actors Ruth Wilson and Keeley Hawes. It was a big day for Anderson. Later, Canadian actress Taylor Russell wore a Loewe creation to the Baftas – the luxury brand where Anderson is the creative director. Russell is an ambassador for Loewe. He wore an all-white outfit. The outfit had a turtleneck. It also had extreme cut-outs around the midriff. Feathered accents adorned the drop waist and hemline. Anderson will show Loewe’s following collection at Paris Fashion Week on March 1. Read the full article

[ortlynothere]

Mandela Catalogue “Delusion of Doubles” AU by ortly

It was due time for me to make an au anyways, so after some interest by some members of the tmc fanbase, I have made one!

The premise of this is that, instead of alternates existing, there is a confusing breakout of Capgras Syndrome(Also known as delusional misidentification syndrome, or DMS), causing people to go into hysteria thinking that their loved ones have been replaced by “alternates”.

-In the first volume, Cesar would call Mark to turn on his security cameras, and, after doing so, Mark never seemed the same, him trying to convince Sarah that Cesar has been replaced by a doppelgänger(Mark has always been a very paranoid person). Sarah is originally very trusting of Mark, believing that Cesar really is an alternate, but after Mark becomes more and more of a shut-in, she questions his sanity, leading to her being on Cesar’s side.

-In the second volume, the BPS would actually be the BRS(Bythorne Research Society), where Adam, Jonah, and Sarah would research into DMS and would try to discover the roots of it. Adam would succumb to DMS after an encounter with a strange research facility paying thousands of dollars for them to research a strange woman who keeps hearing the meows of her old pet cat. This leads to BRS disbanding in favor of watching after Adam(And Mark). For some strange reason, it doesn’t affect him as much, but his paranoia is still very prevalent.

-In volume 3, Thatcher, Ruth, and Dave would still be the majn three of the MCPD, but after Ruth gets DMS, Thatcher would go into a manic swirl of trying to find a cure, just to cure Ruth. Dave is concerned about Thatcher but helps him anyways, acting as the voice of reason for a panicked Thatcher who is broken after Ruth believes him to be an alternate.

-Six, Gabriel, Preacher, and Intruder would all be present in this au, but they would be the hallucinations of Mark, Adam, and Ruth.

Tag me in any fanart you do! A good tag for this au would be ‘delusion of doubles au’ or TMCDD :D

[otherpeoplesheartachept-2]

End of Autumn

My first fic for the carry on countdown this year! 

Rating: G

Length: 2043 words

Warnings: AWTWB spoilers

Summary: Simon’s still figuring out how to have a family, part of that is listening to great music with his uncle

Read on Ao3 or here on Tumblr :)

Jamie’s room isn’t small, but it feels small, here on the floor, between his large bed, his tall wood dresser, and his desk covered in various electronics in various states of taken apart and put back together. His scratchy, brown and beige Persian rug tickles the back of my neck. I’ve got one wing spread under his bed, the other propped against his dresser. Jamie’s sat, swaying back and forth in his spin-y office chair. There are two big speakers on each end of his desk playing Def Leppard. It’s loud, but not too loud. I close my eyes and focus on the guitar riff of Gods of War.

We do this now, listen to music together.

I come over to Lady Ruth’s for a meal at least once a week. It’s nice, especially as the year’s getting colder and the nights longer. I’ve never had family to share warm meals with on crisp autumn evenings before. Even when I’ve had a shite day, or I feel like the Salisburys only invite me over out of pity, I end up full of good food and a warm feeling in my heart at the end of the evening.

Sometimes when the meal is starting to wind down, and Ruth is putting a fourth slice of cake on my plate, Jamie will say something like “I recently got Queen’s greatest hits on vinyl” or I’ll say “have you heard the song The Hardest Button to Button”. And then it’s only a few minutes before we decide to move to his room and listen to whatever we’re talking about. I try to help Ruth clean up, but usually she shoos me away to spend time with her son.

When Baz comes with he helps clear the table, which makes me feel a little less guilty. And then he plays cribbage or cards with Lady Ruth. A few times I tried to get him to listen to music with Jamie and I but he says my taste in music is all boring rock anthems. Most of Baz’s music is sad and whiny though, so I don’t think he has a right to judge.

Baz didn’t come tonight; he’s been studying like crazy for his midterm exams.

So I came over for a late lunch and Jamie and I ended up here: me on the floor with my wings spread and stomach full, Jamie sat in desk chair quietly humming.

 I still feel unsure of how to talk to Jamie and Ruth most of the time. I don’t know how to have a family when I went so long without one. When I’m at the age where most people have settled into independence from their family.

 And I feel like deep down they shouldn’t like me. Who would like the product of their dead sister/daughter, and her awful husband? That part’s still hard too. The fact that I had a mom, and that The Mage, well…  

 So I don’t quite know how to talk to Jamie yet, but he says he likes me, and his taste in music is amazing. It’s easy sitting together, enjoying a good album. It makes the lack of conversation comfortable instead of awkward and suffocating.

 Run Riot fades out and Hysteria fades in. It’s a great song. It makes me think of late summer sunsets and the care home I was in between fourth and fifth year. One of the kids had a shitty little radio he’d listen to after dinner before lights out. I heard Hysteria for the first time on that thing, it was so grainy, and the signal kept cutting in and out.

 The song sounds much better on Jamie’s set up. It’s crisp and loud enough to wash through your bones.

 He’s got all these old cassette tapes, some vinyl, and a massive digital library on his laptop, which is what we’re listening to now. It would have been nice to grow up with Jamie as an uncle. I’ve had this thought a lot recently. He’s funny, in an uncle way, and he’s kind. We could have listened to so much more music on his big speakers together. I could have listened to his commentary on his favorite albums when I was too young to form my own opinions about music. I could have heard his stories about Normal secondary school when I was still in school.

 I feel a sadness rise inside me at the thought of being here as a kid, instead of stuck in care homes. It’s a sadness that’s becoming more familiar to me, a loss for something I never had. The longing I felt as an orphan now pinpointed to this specific family, my family. The family I had out in the world all the times I felt truly alone in life.

 Tears start welling in my eyes, and I squeeze them shut, trying to make it go away. Because once I let myself get sad about this, I get angry about it, and I’m tired of being angry. I’m tired of feeling like there’s too much inside of me to hold. I try to be grateful that I found my family at all. Young me would be ecstatic if he could know.

 I press my palms to my eyes, wiping away the moisture.

 “Jamie,” I say, thinking maybe I should head home.  

 He hums in acknowledgment, but I don’t actually have anything more to say, so he just looks at me for a moment. I move my hands away from my face, doing my best to make it look like I wasn’t just wiping tears away.

 He’s gazing into the middle distance—a look that often comes before he starts talking about something close to his heart.

 “You know, for a long time I felt like I was a Normal,” Jamie starts. “Well I mean, I reckon I am now but, for a long time I felt Normal, and I felt less-than because of that. Lucy’d gone to school for magic, so had both my parents, and I… I couldn’t. I tried ignoring how I felt about that, but you can’t ignore shite like that. Neither can other people, I don’t think. Cindy could sense I felt bad for myself, you know? It put a real strain on our relationship.” Cindy’s his ex-wife. I don’t know much about her, I don’t think they ended on bad terms, but I don’t think they kept in touch either.  

 “There’s some advice kid,” Jamie smiles, his tone shifting, “don’t act all down, and tell dates how boring you are, it’s a real turn-off.”

 I chuckle. This is something else we do now. Jamie will tell me stories, or try to give me advice—like he’s making up for all the years he missed imparting wisdom upon me. He has a weird way of bouncing around from seemingly unrelated topics, but when I can figure out what he’s getting at, his advice is usually decent. Sometimes it’s bullocks though. You can’t read all those Facebook conspiracy theories without it messing with your head I guess.

 “She said to me once, ‘I can’t help you, and you don’t seem to want to help yourself’ which hurt. That turned into one of our bigger arguments…” he trails off. I figure that’s the end of the conversation, (he does that sometimes: stops talking without ever finishing his thought). But Jamie starts again, “my point is, for a long time I based my self-worth on my lack of magic, yeah? Hell, you saw what that did to me with Smith. I hope you, well you’re okay with yourself, yeah? I mean, without magic?”

 I nod. And I mean it. It was hard at first, but my magic was always too much for me to hold, never really felt like it was mine in a way that was manageable.

 “That’s good,” he nods thoughtfully, “that’s good, you’re already a lot smarter than me, boy,” he smiles a more genuine smile at that. “Don’t ever get down on yourself for that, okay? It’s good you’ve got your friends, and Baz. Don’t push good people away when you’re feeling like shite. I learned the hard way that that doesn’t fix anything.”

 “You’re right,” I say nodding again. I don’t tell him I did try to push everyone away, before America and then right after it. He’s heard about some of that, I try not to go into detail though. I don’t ask about Cindy either, despite how curious I am, I’m not sure he wants to go into detail about her.

 “I love Rick Allen’s drumming on this track,” I say when I tune back in to the music and realize Love and Affection is playing. It’s a great closing song.

 Jamie latches on to this and starts talking about the relationship between the drums and the bass guitar in this song. He knows a lot more technical stuff about music than me, I’ve no clue what half of it means, but it’s easy to listen to him ramble.

 Jamie tried to learn the bass guitar years ago. He told me a few of his uni friends were going to start a band, but those plans quickly fell apart. He’s still got the bass and the amp he bought stuffed in his closet, but Jamie says he’s much better at listening to music than making it. When he first said that to me Lady Ruth chided him for putting himself down, and insisted he was plenty good at the bass. The whole time she was talking Jamie was looking at me dramatically shaking his head. I almost choked on my sandwich from laughing.  

 Another time when bass playing came up, I offhandedly said Jamie should show me how to play, he shrugged me off but then Ruth wouldn’t stop pestering him until he pulled the bass guitar out and played the opening riff of Smoke on the Water for me. It was pretty bad; I think he forgot how to tune the instrument, but it was nice laughing with him about it. And it’s nice how aggressively supportive Lady Ruth is of her son.

 The last track of the album comes to a close, so I stand and stretch my wings. Jamie spins to click out of the music player on his laptop. Then he stands as well. I can see through his curtains that it’s already dark out despite being only four in the afternoon. Fucking autumn.

 “I hate that it gets dark so early now,” I complain. I’ve been complaining about it every day for the past week, but I still hate it.

 “Yeah,” Jamie says, following my gaze to the window, then turning back to me, “See you next Sunday?”

 “Yeah, Sunday,” I say, pulling my wings in close to my back.

 Jamie smiles and claps my shoulder.

 When I make it out to the dining room Ruth has a plastic bag sitting on the table, filled with leftovers for me and Baz. I grab the bag and head to the living room. Ruth sees me and sets down her cup of tea to stands and hugs me. I bend down and reach my free arm around her. Her hugs are always warm and firm. She smells exactly like what you’d expect a grandma to smell like. She kisses my cheek then pulls back.

 I can’t help but smile.

 I say my goodbyes, and grab my coat after Ruth makes me promise not to eat all the shepherd’s pie before Baz gets any. I promise. (But it’s his own fault that I ate all the pudding she sent home for him last time, he’d left it in there for a week. It was going to spoil; I had to eat it).

 It’s chilly and dark out as I walk down the driveway headed to the tube station. I kick a pile of fallen leaves on the side of the road just for the hell of it. I try to be okay with the mixture of happiness and grief and insecurity that swirls inside me after visiting the Salisburys. I’m glad they keep inviting me back. I’m glad they consider me family, even if I don’t know how to accept that yet.

[natalunasans]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who Rating: Teen And Up Audiences (for swearing) Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: The Doctor | Ruth Clayton/The Master (Dhawan), The Doctor | Ruth Clayton & The Master (Dhawan), The Doctor/The Master (Doctor Who) Characters: The Doctor | Ruth Clayton, The Master (Dhawan) Additional Tags: Time Lord Telepathy (Doctor Who), POV The Master (Doctor Who), Relationship Negotiation, internalized ableism, Chronic Pain, Altered Mental States, Mental Anguish, Self-Hatred, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Brain Fog, Brain Trauma, Injury, Physical Disability Series: Part 3 of space for all

Summary: so CHAPTER 3 ended up a lot more angst or even whump than i set out to write... but here we are.

when circumstances prevent him from using his TARDIS’ zero room to recover, the Master ‘crashes’ after a trip with the Doctor, and has a really bad few days physically and mentally.

prompts under readmore

i’m not great at knowing whether things fit the prompts but here’s what i think matches up...

@sicktember prompts:

1. Fever

4. Headache/Migraine

11. Bed Rest

14. Aches and Pains

18. Fever Dream/Hysteria

27. Blankets

28. Missing Out

29. Motion Sickness

Alt. 4:  Stay

@whumptober2021 prompts

No. 2 - TALKING IS OVERRATED

No. 7 - MY SPIDEY-SENSE IS TINGLING helplessness |

No. 10 - OOPS, I DID IT AGAIN hospital | flare-up |

No. 15 -​ FEED A COLD, STARVE A FEVER delirium | fever dreams |

No. 24 - ONE DOWN TWO TO GO self-induced injuries to escape | flashback |

No. 27 - I’M FINE. I PROM... passing out | vertigo | collapse

No. 28 - IT’S NOT JUST IN YOUR HEAD “Good. You’re finally awake.” | nightmares | panic

No. 29 - ALL WORK AND NO PLAY “You’re still not dead?” | too weak to move | overworked

No. 31 - HURT & COMFORT