#of slightly self destructive

[villainihavedonethymotheronao3]

I have not made a post about this because usually I do apply the Goldwater Rule to fictional characters, and I’m nowhere near a medical professional, and personality disorders are a whole morass of stigma and societal misunderstanding—but Laudna’s character becomes 10 times more reasonable when you assume that she has the most borderline personality disorder in Exandria.

Swings wildly between self-loathing and self-pity? Age inappropriate childishness and neediness stemming from traumas she cant fully confront? Contradictory actions? An intense fear of being betrayed or abandoned, that spills over into accusing even her friends and allies of things they didn’t do (“Ashton’s kidnapped Imogen!”) or clearly didn’t mean? Diving headfirst into engaging in a Real Grownup Tragic Romantic Relationship with the one person she refuses to lose, complete with declarations of eternal love and exhortations to move on after her death? She’s not inconsistent or badly characterized, she’s a pretty spot on representation of someone whose brain processes everything at extremes. Oh, we’re dating Imogen now? We’re going to date Imogen so hard. Oh, Delilah’s back? Guess I’m either the ultimate victim or a beautiful weapon to be wielded! A frightening upset in group dynamics? Time to abscond to the woods! Its been really fun to watch.

[hunterwritesstuff]

Adam x fem sinner reader, Adam(angel) being insecure about his tummy and face, so reader basically just with body worship! (Suggestive!)

Sure!! :D Hope you enjoy! :D

"Why do you call me perfect?"

Adam groaned, gently pinching at his tummy. God, today was NOT being nice to him. First, his robe had to be put into the laundry, so he couldn't exactly cover up like usual, THEN his mask had to be fixed/remade, so his face was all out in the open, today just fucking sucked.

He straight up took down all the mirrors in his room at this point. He hated how he looked, and he knew if he went out, he'd have to put on the typical confident persona he always put on.

Hell, he didn't even want to fucking leave his room until he could cover up again! He sighed frustratedly, just resolving to get back into bed until he could wear his robe and mask again.

He didn't know how long he stayed there, hidden under his blanket for, he just knew he heard someone come in. "Adam?" He heard his partner call softly.

He grimaced. You were gonna see him at his most insecure, at his lowest, at his WORST.

He squeezed his eyes shut as the blankets got pulled off, ready for any insults or wayward comments to come his way about his appearance.

...

...

...

...

...but they never came. The only thing that came his way was a soft hand running through his hair. He slowly opened his eyes, looking up at you, tears starting to well up in them. "...you can go ahead, y'know...everyone else has already done it multiple times...you don't have to be different." Adam sighed.

"What do you mean, love?" You asked, tilting your head in confusion.

"Just LOOK at me!! I'm not conventionally attractive, I'm fat, I've let myself go, my face isn't attractive-" He started, pausing as you hushed him.

"Adam, you're perfect to me. Besides, even if you weren't-which you AREN'T-you were the first human. If you have any imperfections-which you DON'T-it's because God didn't really have humanity figured out fully." You reassured.

Adam frowned. "I'm SUPPOSED to be perfect. But I'm not."

"But you're perfect to me. Isn't that enough?" You asked. "I love you for all of you. No matter what."

"Nobody could. Two people already threw me away-People just want me for my dick! Not me as a person! Just my dick!" Adam ranted. "Nobody likes how I look!! I'm a mess, I've let myself go, and you should try to find somebody better for you!"

You furrowed your eyebrows in worry. How bad had this man seen himself? You looked down at your pocket, pulling your phone out, searching something up.

"Adam?" You asked.

"Just go find someone else." Adam frowned.

You shoved your phone into his face, showing him a photo of a baby seal. "What does this seal look like?" You asked.

"....it looks fat. Why?" Adam chuffed.

"How do you feel about it?" You asked.

"...it's cute." Adam sighed.

"That? I see you as that baby seal." You said softly. "Yes, you may be bigger, but you're still cute to me. I love you for YOU. Your face, your tum, your wings, all of it. All of you is perfect to me."

You turned to Adam, finding he was tearing up, clearly on the verge of breaking down into tears. "You think I'm like a baby seal...?"

"Mhm! And just like a baby seal, I wanna pick you up and snuggle you and love you and cuddle you until you realize just how lovable you are!"

Adam sighed, melting into your embrace. He felt happy. "I will say, the dick is a plus." You joked.

"Well, you've earned it, babe~" Adam grinned.

[mariathechosen1]

Digging too deep:

Philosophical obsession to the point of self destruction

[Image description: A collage consisting of 10 different photographs and quotes, all related to digging and holes. From top to bottom:

A wikipedia headline that says “Law of Holes”.

A close up of a shovel, digging into loose dirt.

An excerpt from a wikipedia article about the law of holes: The law of holes or the first law of holes, is an adage which states: "if you find yourself in a hole, stop digging." It is used as a metaphor, warning that when in an untenable position, it is best to stop making the situation worse.”

A lyrics excerpt from ‘The Song With Five Names’ by Will Wood: You can break a shovel when you break new ground / You dig dirt up when you dig deep down / You should know better than that by now / It's not profound to know that you could never know!

A blurry photograph of a dark rectangular hole in the ground, seemingly a grave. The hole is so dark the bottom of it isn’t visible. Besides the hole there is a pile of dirt.

A lyrics excerpt from ‘Hand Me My Shovel, I’m Going In!’ by Will Wood and The Tapeworms: Gotta get to the bottom of this/ Gotta get to the bottom of this / Gotta get to the bottom of this / Gotta gotta get, gotta gotta get, gotta get / Gotta get to the bottom of this / Gotta gotta get, gotta gotta get, gotta get / Gotta get to the bottom of this / Gotta gotta get, gotta gotta get, gotta get / Gotta get to the bottom of this / If it kills me

An excerpt from a wikipedia article about the law of holes: The second law of holes is commonly known as: "when you stop digging, you are still in a hole."

A photograph of a deep round hole. There’s a ladder going down into it and the bottom of the hole isn’t visible.

An excerpt from the transcript of episode 88 of The Magnus Archives: It was very strange. It was just the one word, solid capital letters in a small, neat typeface at the very centre of the page. It said ‘DIG’. I took that to be the title, and turned to the next page. ‘DIG’. Exactly the same. The third page. ‘DIG’. The fourth page. ‘DIG’. Dig, dig, dig, dig.

A lyrics excerpt from ‘Hand Me My Shovel, I’m Going In!’ by Will Wood and The Tapeworms: Looking down I could say heaven sent me / Hand me my shovel, I’m going in!

/end ID]

[‘Law of Holes’ - Wikipedia, ‘The Song with Five Names, a​.​k​.​a. Soapbox Tao, a​.​k​.​a. Checkmate Atheists! a​.​k​.​a. Neospace Government, a​.​k​.​a. You Can Never Know’ - Will Wood and the Tapeworms, ‘Hand Me My Shovel, I’m Going In!’ - Will Wood and the Tapeworms, MAG 88 ‘Dig’ - The Magnus Archives]

[copperbadge]

Just now the TSA agent at security had to stop a woman in front of me who had set off the metal detector, and after a second try, the agent informed her, "Your shoes are alarming."

The Voice In My Head Which Gets Me Into Trouble immediately wanted to say, "Girl, those are Gucci," but fortunately I managed not to say it out loud.

I can't identify shoe brands on sight but they were ordinary sneakers, definitely not Gucci, which made it funnier. I was working hard not to laugh as I passed through the metal detector in my non-alarming Docs.

[billford-dump]

Bill hates being cold. And unfortunately as a human, it's a lot easier to be cold than it was before. He's a being of pure energy, he's not meant to have so little in him that he can feel its absence.

He would rather set himself on fire, put his hand on a hot stove, boil himself alive, anything to not be cold, because being cold feels a bit too much like being dead.

[urbodymytemple]

F/O: You wanna kiss me so bad, it makes you look stupid!

S/I:

S/I: [Grabs F/O by the collar or whatever]

F/O: Wuh—

S/I: [Kisses F/O out of both spite and love]

Bonus!

S/I, pulling back: Now who's the stupid one, idiot.

F/O, red as FUCK: Um. The. Uh. ///////

- Proship DNI, thanks -

[aurumdoesthings]

what gets me about qifrey is from the beginning I was so charmed by how adoring and nurturing he is of the girls, and his emerging shady behavior was worrying but I still clung to that because EVERY time there was a crisis, he was right there to throw himself in front of his girls and protect them no matter what

so in volume 7 we get both Qifrey’s old mentor and his best friend seeing his shady behavior and doubting him and whether he really cares about his students. I doubted too!! but how does the story resolve these questions??

firmly on the side of Qifrey loves them more than anything and will do whatever he can to protect them! Beldaruit remarks to Olruggio in the end that he was wrong to doubt his dedication to them, and instead should’ve been concerned over his self-destructive tendencies. Olruggio has a quest with Hiehart and Jujy who make him realize when a friend (COUGH qifrey) has two important goals they can’t choose between, instead of having to choose one they should get help to handle both of them! and directly after that he goes to Qifrey and tells him point blank I want to help you, let me help you.

One of Qifrey’s most defining traits to me is that he is a good teacher above all and he protects kids (see: his protectiveness of tartah next volume insisting on walking him home and that worrying over tartah is ‘a part of the package’ with him), and I love him so dearly for that <3

[theworstcreature]

GUYS QUICK SOMEONE WITH BETTER SKILLS THAN ME UNBLUR THIS

Bc I’m DESPRATE to know what the setlist is

[throwaway-yandere]

Classical Conditioning is finished but I have zero fricking clue if I'm making sense I feel like a mad scientist and I am blaming Dottore for my current mental state LMAO

[chinzhilla]

google search how not to feel like you're gonna throw up and pass out when things get the slightest bit difficult

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[r3d-ca9]

the fact that my f/o isn't physically here to run his fingers through my hair and tell me he loves me even though i am a huge pain in his ass is a crime tbh

[clanborn]

Have you had any dreams lately

Most recently a dream where i was saul goodman and i was drinking away my feelings regarding my divorce </3

[dan-crimes]

Where is the Candy Queen love? I mean maybe I'm just a sucker for her design and voice work and just general demeanor but I can't be the only one

[iwaasfairy]

bad day bad night, you know what that means? I’m gonna write

[reignmaefall]

If James Potter is the mom and therapist friend than why haven't I seen any hc of him being emotionally unavailable? He takes care of everyone around him, physically and mentally, but he's built barriers between himself and others. Any question abt his mental health he'll deflect with a joke or flip it around to you. He's constantly compared to the sun but he can't see it, because he's the only person that truly, genuinely, knows what he's like.