#the last one turned into a ramble about who knows what

[benevolentbones]

newcomer | spencer reid x fem!reader part 2

part 1

warnings: swearing, v mild dirty thoughts

word count: 1.3k

summary: your dad calls you on your day off

a/n: thank you so so much for all the support on my last few works, it means the world!! i love reading through all the comments! please if you have a fic request please let me know!!

it had been a few days since you dropped in to visit your dad at the bau, but your mind kept wandering back to the hazel eyed man you met.

you found his awkwardness quite adorable, and the way his face flushed when you spoke to him, made you smile.

you had heard a lot about the team over the years, so it was nice to put faces to names after your father had returned home that evening.

today was your day off, and you didn’t really have many plans, maybe you’d go and grab a coffee or take a walk around the park, who knows.

you stretched back against the plush sofa in your living room, flicking through the channels on your tv.

your phone began to chime, blasting out your ringtone. you picked it up on third ring, bringing it to your ear.

“hello?”

“y/n, are you at home?” your father questioned.

“yeah dad- i’m just watching tv at the moment, what’s up?” you sat up, scooting to the edge of the couch.

“can you do me a huge favour?”

you hummed in response “what is it?”

“in my home office, i left the latest case files- would you come to the bureau and drop them off?”

you chewed your bottom lip. on one hand, you didn’t really want to drive thirty minutes to and from your dads work, just to be there for less than five minutes. on the other, those five minutes could be spent talking or spencer reid.

“i’ll be there soon, dad.” you replied, hanging up the phone.

~

you practically raced to the bureau, cutting the usual thirty plus minute drive down to twenty three. a new record.

you clutched the case files to your side, making your way inside the building and making a b line for the bullpen.

morgan, garcia and reid were all sat around spencer’s desk, the younger man rambling on about the book he had just finished reading, which was a recommendation from penelope.

“honestly the plot could have been better- and i didn’t really like the-“ spencer was interrupted with a dig from morgan, whos eyes were glued to the elevator doors of the bullpen.

“why’d you do that ow.” spencer complained, rubbing the aching spot on his forearm. he turned his gaze to where both morgan and garcia were looking.

and there you stood. you had just stepped out of the elevator, you weren’t in the same office attire you had adorned the last time you visited the bau.

you were wearing a tight pair of black jeans that flared slightly at the leg, with a striped button down fitted shirt which rode up slightly, showing off part of your midriff.

“damn little gideon is mad fine.” morgan mumbled earning a quizzical look from spencer.

“little gideon- ew is that what you’re calling her?” penelope’s face contorted into one of disgust.

“i mean, you aren’t wrong..” she added, the blonde woman was practically undressing you with her eyes.

“guys come on- that’s a bit much don’t you think?” spencer mumbled, though his eyes did not once leave your form as you walked across the room towards gideon’s office.

“you’re just saying that because you like her, ain’t that right lover boy?” morgan cracked a smile, smacking spencer on the shoulder.

“shut up man..”

“do you really think gideon would want you dating his daughter?” derek mused.

“i mean anything is better than you..” spencer mumbled jokingly.

you reached your fathers office, balancing the files in one arm while using the other to knock against the oakwood door.

“come in.”

you pushed the door open, to reveal gideon leaning back in his desk chair, case files spread across the table. he had a telephone pressed in between his ear and his shoulder.

“hey dad- i brought the files you needed.” you smiled, shuffling over to his desk and plopping the bundle of papers onto his cluttered work space.

“thanks hon, you want to wait outside? i’ll be done in a few minutes and we can grab a coffee?”

you nodded, allowing gideon to continue his phone call. you backed out of his office, walking down the steps into the main section of the bullpen.

you scanned the room, your eyes landing on the three agents huddled around spencer’s desk.

you plucked up the courage and began to saunter over to them.

“hey reid look.” penelope whispered just loud enough for spencer to hear, immediately his head shot up, his gaze softening when he realised you were making your way over to him.

“good luck tiger.” morgan grinned, both he and garcia leaving the premises upon your arrival, after giving you a small smile.

“hey dr. reid right?” you mumbled once you reached his desk.

his eyes met yours, through his wire-framed glasses, and he nodded.

“yeah- you can call me spencer though- you’re y/n? gideon’s daughter?” he stumbled upon his words, rushing the sentences together.

you hummed in response, perching yourself against the genius’ desk.

“he’s told me a lot about you.”

“all good things i hope-“ spencer began, a slight nervousness to his voice.

this made you chuckle, “yes, all good things, i promise.”

“i hope you don’t mind keeping me company, i’m just waiting for dad to get off of the phone.” you eyed spencer, watching as he frantically neatened his desk.

“no-no not at all, i’m enjoying your company.” he mumbled out.

from the corner of his eye he could see morgan and garcia watching their interaction from the kitchenette, morgan had a cocky grin plastered onto his face and garcia held her thumbs up supportively.

spencer let out a breathy sigh, slumping down into his desk chair. he pondered for a moment, considering being forward. he didn’t want to come across as too needy or awkward, but if he was being honest with himself that’s exactly what he was.

he watched as you sat on the edge of his desk, happily swinging you legs back and forth, glancing around the bullpen.

fuck it.

“y/n?” spencer began, not being able to stop the crimson staining his cheeks.

“spencer.” you giggled.

“would you, i don’t know maybe like to go for dinner sometime- with..me?” you could sense the anxiety in his voice, the brunette avoiding your gaze as he fumbled with a pen on his desk.

you felt your cheeks heat up, and you reached over to place a hand on spencer’s arm. his eyes flickered up to look at you when he felt your touch.

“i would love to, let me give you my number.” you smiled happily, jumping from the desk.

you took the pen from spencer’s grasp, your fingers brushing against his causing a spark from the contact.

you picked up a pad of sticky notes and began scribbling down your number.

as you were doing so, gideon had left his office and was making his way towards the two of you.

“here, i’m free friday if you are.” you mumbled, passing him the paper and pen back.

“o-okay i’ll call you.” spencer’s eyes were now on gideon who had come to an abrupt stop, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“lets get going, kid.”

you nodded, shooting spencer a smile. “i’ll see you soon, dr. reid.”

and with that you had walked on ahead, gideon bringing his arms into a folded position in front of his chest.

spencer swallowed hard, feeling beads of sweat build up on his forehead.

“you want to take my daughter out?”

“uh yes, yes sir-“

agent gideon pondered for a moment, eyeing the younger man. he had worked with him for a few years, he trusted him to be sensible with you, and out of everyone he was probably the best pick.

“better you than morgan.” gideon shrugged, and with that comment he followed you out the door.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Saw that you said you like Wes/Tim. Can you write something about it?

Wes isn't sure what he was expecting when it came to being kidnapped by a man who willingly answers to Joker. It was one thing to have your whole city dragged into the realm of the dead; it was another for a random man dressed like a clown to pop up from a portal and hold you at gunpoint.

Portals in Amity Park were so common that people reacted with an escape plan and a phone app to update traffic delays due to ghost attacks. We had just received the notification at Nasty Buyer when the clown burst into the restaurant with a cackle.

He waved his weapon at the people sitting, who only stared at him in confusion. The man did a little introduction, dramatically twirling in place and bowing after shouting, "Hello, people of Amity. Joker here to give all a much-needed sense of humor!"

Joker was trying to be frightening, which only caused a few people to smile amusingly.

No one was scared of a man with a gun, even when he had everyone get on the ground. They all listened, primarily out of curiosity, as he went on a small ramble of humor and one bad day leading to a lifetime regret; after all, every Amity Park civilian wore a Fenton Force Field.

Some even style the belts and bracelets with their outfits.

It barely held back ghost possession on a good day, but small, fast-moving metal? Bullets bounced right off of them.

(Sometimes Wes was grateful the government didn't take Fenton seriously. He shutters to think how they would use their technology in warfare)

That amusement then turned to caution when Joker revealed he wasn't wearing makeup but was actually that skin tone. He was missing the glow, but suddenly they wondered if the man was a ghost, which made him far more dangerous.

The Joker had walked around his hostages, waving a little box computer over their heads. It beeped slightly higher on some but the one that really set off the machine was Danny.

Because, of course, Phantom would mark high on any readings, even if they didn't know what the Joker was checking for. The clown had laughed madly, dragging Danny to his feet and trying to march him out of the restaurant. Everyone watched with even more curiosity, no one bothering to stop the outsider from taking Danny.

Now, Wes isn't much of a hero; he's the type of guy who will run at the first sign of trouble, but he's also very well aware Danny can't go ghost unless he's alone. Being held hostage and kidnapped meant Danny wouldn't have the chance to slip away to become Phantom.

This is a big problem since Phantom is the town hero. The last time the town hero was out of town, the city got abducted into the death realm, and that really cool arcade was turned to pieces. Phantom only handled ghost-related crimes, but Amity rarely saw any crime, and things like these events span generations.

Wes still heard about Old Man Jankins's car being stolen in the '60s by gossiping women at the food market as if it had happened that morning.

The clown's appearance through the portal meant the local police force wouldn't even attempt to save Danny. They would simply wait for Phantom, thinking the clown was some kind of ghost.

Phantom was not coming because his human side was already there as the victim.

As much as he wished people would make the connection between the two- how can you be so blind? All Danny did was dye his hair and put on colored contacts!- he knew no one else realized that Phantom was literally being taken away. So he had to step in.

He rose from the floor, sprinting as hard as possible at the Clown. Throwing his total weight in a tackle, Wes managed to wrap his arms around the Joker, throwing them through the portal and giving Danny a chance to back away.

He figured Danny would pretend to run away- maybe round the restaurant building to the back where the cameras didn't work and fly back in a second as Phantom. He thought falling through the portal wouldn't be an issue since Phantom would fly after them and rescue him.

Wes was not expecting the damn portal to close before they hit the ground on the other side.

He caught a flash of Danny's panic-green eyes just as it was sealing. The ghost had literally just shown up to the scene to watch him vanish from sight.

"You really messed up, my fun kid," the Joker sneered, dragging Wes to his feet. The strange machine he was waving went off as it got closer to him, causing the clown to stop.

He checked the screen, smile stretching wide at what he saw. "Looks like I did end up with a meta after all."

"Meta? What's a meta?" He asks, not even blinking at the sudden increase of guns being aimed at him. There were more people here wearing similar outfits to the Joker, all that armed to the teeth.

The Joker didn't answer him. Instead, he had his goons drag him into a tube, where they started filling up with some kind of tar. Now, here Wes did panic a little. The Fenton Shield could keep him from being shot or beaten, but it would not help him breathe.

He slammed his hands against the glass, screaming as the tar went up to his chest. Across from him, Joker was smiling like a loon while the scattered people working on some machines and computers monitored his reactions with the detached expression of a scientist conducting an experiment.

That's what I am to them. Wes realizes as the tar reaches his chin. He stands on his toes, tilting his head to get air. An experiment. Why are they doing this? Do they work for the GIW? Why take me? I am nowhere near a ghost.

The horrific sensation of drowning is starting to set in as he tries to gather as much air as he can. There is pressure all around him, but the worst is in his chest. Wes's struggles to get out of the tube increase with far more depression, but the black liquid is now in his eyes, and he fears he won't be able to hold his breath for long.

Nothing is wet darkness for a moment, as the burning in his lungs aches. He feels the tar cover his head, meaning he is running out of time. The sound is mutated, and his movements are sluggish. There is this offering moment where he can't tell which way is up or down, and he thrashes about, trying desperately to find an escape, any escape from the sparkling pain that is spreading from his toes to his forehead.

It feels like his entire being was being pulled apart and put back together again.

Just as he thinks he's going to die here- if he becomes a ghost, he will definitely haunt Danny- that the glass shatters. The tar falls outwards once its containment is broken, dragging a weakened Wes with the flow onto the ground.

He gasps in the air hungrily, only realizing what a dumb idea that was as his lungs protest and seize up. His chest rattles with coughs so extreme that Wes can only curl up into a ball, blinking tears away, trying to breathe.

He feels someone push him onto his side, which helps his throat a little, but the coughing doesn't stop. In fact, it becomes worse once he realizes his whole body is rapidly falling out of control because everything is too much all at once.

Around him, shouting and bangs indicate some chaos has exploded alongside the glass, but Wes can barely see through the pain.

He squits up at a teenager wearing a strange outfit and a little mask over his eyes. The guy is saying something but he can't understand him over all his senses being cracked to overdrive.

Wes has never known the world to be so bright, loud, and big. Everything is causing white hot pain to rest behind his eyes. Noises that he had never heard before are assaulting his ears—a car is jamming somewhere, a baby is crying, someone is singing, machines are humming, someone is grinning coffee beans—and he presses his head to the ground, trying to get it all to stop.

The man says something else urgently, but it's drowned out by the office sound of a bug buzzing too loudly to his left. Wes is not prepared for the teen in red and black to pick him up and fling him over his shoulder.

Wow. He's strong.

He quickly carried Wes out of the building. The basketball player could do nothing but let it happen as he bounced slightly over his bony shoulder.

He just makes out the image of a huge bat fling itself at the screaming Joker before everything goes black. Wes is happily surrounded by the blissful silence of the darkness.

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When he arrives, he finds himself in a hospital room. Machines are hooked up to his arms, and he's been changed into a gown. Wes is pleased that the world is not so bright or loud anymore as he blinks around the room in a haze.

Did Danny save him? If so, where were his parents? Why did he wake up alone?

Danny would have stayed with him, at the least. The boy always did whenever Phantom rescued anyone, and people whispered about Danny being far too soft-hearted to be the Ghost Hunters' child.

It takes him a moment to sit up.

His body is aching everywhere as if he had done HIT training with Dash during hell week. It takes a few moments to get his muscles to move without the stinging sensation of a bruise, but after struggling, he can fling his legs over the edge.

Trying to stand is terrible, as his legs give out the second he puts weight on them.

He tries to catch himself on the bedside table, but he misses. His hand instead lands on a little tray, sending everything airborne and crashing along with him.

At once, pain flairs up like his body had been tasered - Dash ones brought a tazer to school, and everyone on the team took turns to feel what it was like. It was stupid but they all boasted they could handle the pain. They couldn't.

The door to his room is flung open as Wes cries out, body spamming in agony.

Hands grip his shoulder- sending more waves of torment through his muscles- as they drag him up. The person, helps him back into the bed, the cool sheets a blessing on his burning skin. "We need a nurse!"

"What happened?" He gasps, trying to get his blurry vision to clear. He can't tell who the blob of unrecognizable blur is, and he certainly didn't realize that voice. Wes isn't even sure they are human. "Where am I?"

"It's okay. You're safe. Batman and Red Robin rescued you. You're in the Drake Hostpial's meta ward."

Meta. There was that word again.

"Who..." His voice catches his breath as Wes struggles to get his vocal cords to function. The ache makes it hard to focus on anything. "Who are you?"

"I'm Tim Drake," Tim whispers to him, likely knowing lowering his voice was easier on Wes' ears. Who knew ears could get sore? "Everything will be alright now."

Wes' eyesight is clear enough to finally focus on Tim's face. He breathes a sigh of relief. He's missing his mask and not dressed like a bizarre spandex performer, but he recognizes the teenager who had carried him out of Joker's strange lab.

Danny didn't save him, but he was safe all the same. This is the last time he played hero.

He offers Tim a grateful smile. "Thank you for rescuing me."

"What?"

Wes goes under the darkness again as the door is burst open by a team of medical staff. He misses Tim's expression of shock, having not expected Wes to clock him as the one that carried him out.

How did this meta-trafficking victim recognize him?

[chrissy-kaos]

**⚠️ trigger warning ⚠️ ** (depictions of suicide)

I’m really not sure where to begin.. So bear with me because I’m just going ramble and write down the thoughts that I’m having rn. It’s going to be all over the place and whatever but you’ll get it. I want to be as transparent as I can.

If you’re not ok with talking about suicide I would step away from this post.

So I’m pretty sure most of you can tell it’s been a terrible past few months for me. Honestly probably the last year and change but who’s counting. But over the last few months I put myself in a whole and couldn’t get out. I got to the point where I didn’t want to wake up, move or be seen. My depression and anxiety were completely uncontrollable. My meds weren’t working anymore. I was at a loss. I tried to get help a few times through my drs but they really weren’t helping at all.

I felt alone and had nobody else to turn too. Deep into my fear of the world and being depressed came a very unexpected surprise. I found a person that was pretty damn near perfect. We were actually friends prior and he stumbled across my tumblr. He decided to reach out at one of the car meets. We had been talking for a long time. Finally we decided to go out on a date. It was amazing. We did go karts, had some amazing Italian food, ice cream after. It was wonderful. We continued to date and hangout over the last few months. I was finally starting to feel ok. I had a reason to wake up everyday.

As time went on I was falling for this guy and he was too.. so he said. Finally I decided that I would have sex with him. If you didn’t know I’m a demisexual. So without having a strong emotional connection I’m not attracted to someone. So we went on another date. It went so good. We go back to his place we have some of the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. It’s probably because I liked him so much. I stayed for a while and then head back home. We left on good terms.

The next day I don’t hear from him. I said ok cool he must be busy. He’ll snap me when he’s got a min. 3 days go by. At this point he’s ghosted me. On day 5 he texts me and tells me he’s sorry. I’m obviously mad at this point and I blew up on him. Long story short he finally says he just wanted to fuck a trans girl to see what it’s like and that he was disgusted with himself after. Thinking that it makes him gay or something. I’m completely devastated. It hurt. He told me so many things about himself, goals, plans. He even told me he loved me.

Overnight he decided I wasn’t good enough for that anymore. He threw me away like I didn’t mean anything to him. He refuses to talk to me or even show his face at the meets. So this goes on for a few days and then my depression just gets worse and worse. I knew it was completely consuming me but I was helpless to stop it. When you feel like a dirty pile of trash that someone just discarded in a ditch it’s hard to come back from that.

This was the last straw for me.. I was done after that

While all of this was going on I’m been battling depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts. I ended up locking myself in my room for 3 days. I didn’t want to move. The whole time wishing I was dead. Fighting the urge to un-alive myself. It was the hardest 3 days of my life. On day 4 I broke. Everything just came all at once and I was powerless to stop it. So I decided death was better than all of this pain and suffering. I wrote my suicide note. It’s not the first one I’ve ever wrote but it was the hardest one. I’ve tried to in the past and all were failed attempts. But this one was different. I knew I’d go through with it.

That night I took a cocktail of pills, something like 25 all together. I drank a bottle of vodka too. I was really ready to die. I really wanted to. It’s crazy to think about that now. But yea, I just so happen to not speak with Koala for few days prior. She check to see if I posted on tumblr which I did. That’s when she knew she needed to come check on me. I guess when she found me I was unresponsive and covered in my own vomit. She quickly called medical services and I was taken to the hospital. They pumped my stomach and I guess I was ok? I don’t remember any of this. I just remember waking up in the hospital. The dr told me that because I drank so much alcohol and it made vomit that probably saved my life. I guess I threw up majority of the pills. She had told them it was a suicide attempt. She found my note. She wasn’t about to take the situation lightly. They made me speak to a counselor and put me on the suicide prevention program list. I have to go every morning now for the next 3 weeks. It’s not ideal but it’s something.

I’m doing much better now. They changed my medication and it’s working. It’s crazy that it got to that point. It’s also such bullshit that it takes something so drastic to get medical help. It’s like they don’t actually care. Which is insane to me. But I’m not saying it’s not going to happen again.Tho hopefully with the help I have now it will certainly diminish the possibility.

I know this is a hard subject to talk about. As a someone that has trouble talking to people in general but I urge you to go and talk to someone if you’re having thoughts like that. There is no coming back from death. It’s not pretty or glamorous. It’s not something to be idolized. If you know anyone that you may suspect is thinking about it please go talk to them. Help them! Sometimes we’re too scared to ask for help!

Please call your local crisis hotline. Don’t wait. You matter! Your life is precious! And yes people do love you!

[luminouslywriting]

Falling asleep on the Bob guys

Nonny, this is such a darling request! Sorry it's taken me so long to get to it :) I hope you really enjoy and are having a great day! Reminder that my requests are open and I love the spam!

Cut for length, paragraph format below:

Dick Winters:

Dick Winters is the type of man to be caught off guard in the softest of ways. He's not expecting you to fall asleep on him and he's still trying to talk over plans when he realizes that you're totally and completely out. It's at this point that he gets this really soft expression on his face and just decides to treasure the moment since you never know what will happen. He stays awake and keeps a wary eye out for any sort of danger that might befall the two of you. And he might murmur a few sweet nothings to you while you're asleep since there's no harm and foul for that.

Lewis Nixon:

Honestly, he's rambling and rambling and is waiting for you to reply to anything that he's said and mid-ramble, he looks down to find you asleep. Kinda makes this amused expression on his face and then presses a short and sweet kiss to your forehead. He's perfectly content as a kitten, curling up and falling asleep next to you. Especially if you're the one who fell asleep first—he's not about to move you or wake you up haha.

Ronald Speirs:

Realizes you're falling asleep very quickly and just goes kinda quiet. He doesn't have the heart to move you or wake you up so he can move, so he just sits there with your head on his shoulder and finally has a minute to just be calm and relax in peace. It's honestly a cathartic experience for him and he gets to reflect on your relationship, which endears the situation even more to him.

Buck Compton:

Gets this really goofy smile on his face at the fact that you're asleep on his shoulder. He absolutely adores seeing you this peaceful and will press a kiss to the crown of your head and snuggle in real close to you. He's the type to probably fall asleep with you, even more cuddled up and practically spooning at that point.

Carwood Lipton:

A softie who softly tells you a story until you are solidly asleep on his shoulder. And then he's slightly blushy and shy about the entire thing, but he's not about to move—he's no idiot. So he just wraps an arm around you and murmurs a soft goodnight. He'll treasure this memory for the rest of his life and wants to wake up next to you every single day henceforth.

Joe Liebgott:

Literally the sassiest mf—the minute that you fall asleep, he's out here glaring at anyone who walks by a little bit too loudly or is talking too much. He'll shush and tell someone to get the hell away from the situation bc no one is about to interrupt your beauty sleep. Not on his watch. He's also slightly smug and definitely thinking about sex in the future and how your married life would be.

Donald Malarkey:

10/10 a great person to fall asleep on. He's a solid choice, if only for the fact that he's ultra respectful and kind about things. He'll sit there patiently and untangle your hair while you're asleep and just relax. It's honestly just as calming getting to be around you while you're asleep and it becomes a tradition between the two of you.

Eugene Roe:

You cannot convince me that he isn't the best choice here. He gets super soft and almost emotional about the fact that you trust him enough to fall asleep near him and on him. He'll murmur lullabies in a half-whisper in French and stroke your hair and rub your back soothingly until you're totally asleep. He absolutely loves you and that'll be the last thing you hear before you're totally out for the count.

Bill Guarnere:

Doesn't realize you've fallen asleep until he turns to hear your reply or comments from a story he's been telling and then realizes that you're totally out. He gets this kinda goofy grin and just snuggles up real close to you. He's very honored that you feel safe enough to fall asleep in his presence—and he's not about to lose that trust for literally anything. You mean the world to him.

Joe Toye:

Slightly panicked?! Which doesn't really make sense, but you're literally asleep and he's just not about to let anyone interrupt that. He'll glare and make menacing motions to anyone who's too loud and he just wants to cuddle up next to you without anyone giving him shit. Not that anyone would—but you know, he's got some worries. Either way, he's real gentle about the entire thing.

George Luz:

Probably happens in a foxhole amidst some jokes and laughs to keep spirits up. And when you don't respond, he gets a little worried and then glances over to find out that you're just asleep on his shoulder. Gets this shit-eating grin on his face and he's definitely gonna tease you about it later (but not in front of anyone else). He's secretly very pleased that you fell asleep on him since he's got a big crush on you anyway haha.

[bianotbia]

— 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 [𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧]

˗ˏˋ as long as we live we still have plenty more summers ahead! there's no such thing as a last summer! ˎˊ˗

⤷ a/n: a lil something I had sitting on my drafts, still couldn't get back to writing :( hope I can do it soon

⤷ contains: jjk boys being very in love with you, just pure fluff [wc: 1.4k]

satoru gojo — [ do or not | pentagon ]

Outside the infirmary the empty corridors were filled with the sound of Gojo's foot anxioulsy tapping on the floor, the heat seems to make the clock goes slower yet after a few minutes of waiting he hears a door opening. "Are you feeling better? What happened?" the young man shoots up from his seat "Jeez Gojo, calm down" his crush almost loses their balance and starts giggling "I just got a little bit light headed because of the heat". Dramatic as always the boy quckly rambles "You could have gotten hurt, lost or something even worse could have happened" as Gojo keeps going on about his concerns his crush stops in front of him and grabs his face "I know I'm not the strongest but I think I can handle this. Besides, I wasn't even on a mission. I'm fine!". He hums and turns his face away sulking while his crush lets out a laugh "Oh my god, are you really gonna sulk now? Ya know, I'm really waiting for the day someone can put up with your temper better than me and Geto" walking side by side down the corridor for now Gojo can only think to himself "It will always be you… my one and only true love".

suguru geto — [ our summer | txt ]

Finally finding a place away from the blazing sun, Geto closes his eyes hoping to make the pain of his throbbing headache go away, lately the only thoughts on his mind were about their next missions and the awful heat. Nearly drifting into sleep while sitting on an empty corridor his body jerks as something cold touches his face, with widened eyes he looks up at his crush smiling and holding a colorful can in front of him. "It's hot, I thought you would like some soda" Geto feels his face heating up as he reaches out for the can and his fingertips lightly brush on theirs "Are you alright? You seem a bit flushed" he hums a quiet response and turns his face away embarassed. "You seem tired Suguru. Is the heat bothering at night? I'm having problems sleeping too. Why don't we take a nap together?" as his crush lays their head on his shoulder the pounding heart inside his chest gets even louder yet with all anxious thoughts going away he can feel his eyes slowly closing "Perhaps with you I can truly be happy from the bottom of my heart".

megumi fushiguro — [ universe_ | onewe ]

Lately Megumi has been tiressly training through day and night, under the bright sun and even the cold rain. The young man throws himself on the wooden floor panting as sweat drips from his warm face "Wah Megumi that's awesome! Someday I wish I could be as strong as you". The sudden familiar voice coming from behind him makes his heart pound inside his chest without him even turning to see who's there. Slowly lifting his sore body from the floor he then turns towards his crush "I think you're great just the way you are" he quietly mutters while reaching for the bottle of cold water they handed him. "You should drink more water" their bright smile makes his heartbeat shoot up once again and he hopes the cold liquid can make the flush on his cheeks go away "I guess if we have some free time next week I can think about teaching you a few things" his crush quickly takes his hand into theirs and interlocks their pinkies "Pinky promise?" he nods his head thinking to himself "For you I'll become stronger, I'll do anything it takes to protect you".

yuji itadori — [ side by side | the8 ]

On such a beautiful sunny day it was near torture staying shut inside an unbearably hot classroom organizing old books because Gojo thought it was great idea. Yuji usually try to see the bright side of things but this was absolute boredom until a certain someone appears on the doorframe "hey there, need a hand? Gojo sensei sent me to help you!" his crush says with a bright smile. His breath hitches and he feels his face getting warm, now he understands why Gojo was giggling so much when he geve Yuji this taks. While chatting and laughing together, a whole hour went by and the room was already way better than when it started "It's so pretty outside, I bet you'd rather be with your friends than being here with me" his crush says with a chuckle and he quickly blurts out "I would never find it boring being with you". Yuji doesn't mind the flush on his face and the pounding heart inside his chest, wishfully he longs for the day he can finally confess his love to them but for now he can only wonder "I know I'm never gonna regret the way I love you".

yuta okkotsu — [ my first and last | nct dream ]

Mindlessly walking around Tokyo was quite a rare occurrence lately and since everyone already had something planned to do in the bustling city, Yuta wanders by himself through the mall searching for a special gift. Stopping by at one of the shops he finds a shiny silver ring that he knows for sure would look perfect on a certain someone that makes his heart beats faster. "That's so pretty! Who are you thinking about giving that to, Yuta?" completly lost on his daydreams he lets out a small shriek as his crush appears beside him. "W-what? No I was just… admiring it?" his face reddens with the proximity of their faces while his crush lets out a laugh "I'm sure anyone who receives it from you is a very lucky person. Anyway, you up for some ice cream?" a shy smile appears on his lips "Always". As they laugh about some dumb joke while walking together side by side on the warm streets of the city, he wishfully thinks to himself "How I want to have a connection with you... be needed by you… maybe someday we can finally be together".

toge inumaki — [ nectar | the boyz ]

While everyone is out enjoying their free day, the singing cicadas are Toge's only company in this silent morning. While sitting alone under the cool shade of a tree reading a manga, sudden footsteps grabs his attention, as he lifts his head a flush appears on his cheeks upon seeing his crush coming by. "Hi! Do you mind if I sit here?" he promptly shakes his head and motions for them to sit too "It's so rare finding quiet spots around here" their giggle warms up Toge's heart, a warmth that spreads all over his body as they sit together under the tree. Time goes by and only after their stomachs start to loudly grumble they finally realize the blazing noon sun above them. "Wah I should have brought something for us to eat" Toge quickly pulls up his a bag behind leaving their crush with a puzzled expression, taking out tons of small boxes he opens a towel and organizes their own little picnic. With a bright smile on their face the young man shyly hands them an onigiri as he thinks to himself "I hope to one day be able to say 'I love you' with every letter of it".

kokichi muta — [ hitori janai | seventeen ]

The high trees, the training camp, the warm rooms, it all seemed so familiar yet still so foreign, on this quiet afternoon Kokichi wanders through the empty classrooms searching for a special someone he waited so long to meet. After weeks of gathering courage he finally decided to show them who he truly is and as he mindlessly walks down a corridor a familiar silhouette suddenly appears before him. "Oh! Are you a new student?" a warm blush spreads all over his cheek now that he's facing the very person that makes his heart skips a beat. "Am I really that different or do you noy recognize me without all that brass?" with a confused expression his crush gives a few steps ahead and as their eyes widden at last they run towards him throwing their arms around his neck "Kokichi! You came to see us!". Sinking deeper and deeper into their warm embrace he hides the bright smile that spread over his lip knowing this was the first of many others to come "I came here to see you… it seens at last I found my happiness".

-

[nuttyhatter]

I want to ramble about Doctor Who. I've only seen the last one with the 15th Doctor, so I don't get references to the previous ones, but I want to talk about it!

Now, is Ruby human? Because I think most of the fandom would disagree. In the latest chapter (the Legend of Ruby), it was mentioned that it is posible to pass as a human even when someone is testing your DNA.

Also, who says the person who left Ruby at Ruby Road was actually Ruby's parent? They could be a herald.

Because it is becoming increasingly repetitive that Ruby simply doesn't die.

In the end of 73 yards, Ruby seemingly went back to the point when she broke the fae-ring, but how much of it was the ring?

Ruby said that she'd been WAITING for the woman who turned up to be herself. She waits. Who else in the series is waiting? And what if Ruby's neighbour was there to watch her?

I think it'd be interesting for Ruby to be somehow related to Sutekh or maybe be some kind of sub-creation if them.

It's like Ruby is somehow related to Sutekh being able to pass and reach this world.

Maybe what I'm saying is something that someone else already said or maybe is pure nonsense, but Ruby "died" 3 times already.

With Maestro, Ruby should've been robbed of all music, but somehow the song at her birth is ingrained in her in a way a deity can't take away from her. So maybe a mayor deity put it there?

Then Ruby gets shot and yes, she got revived by the ambulance, but it was a bit too long before they got to hack the system and get it to help Ruby.

And then she died and went back in time in a loop, but how do we know it was because of the fae-ring and not because of Ruby herself? What if the fae-ring only traped her in a specific time-space (and that's why it didn't snow) , but it was Ruby the one who couldn't die?

[meowneos]

Hello! Can I request you write something about Web getting shot and Lieb trying to stop the bleeding, very angsty, etc? That would make my life thank youuu

omg hi of course thank you for being my first request!!! premise here is basically if web got wounded during the last patrol… disclaimer i kinda hate this idk why but i thought i’d throw it out there anyways. it’s not the angstiest thing i could’ve done but i physically couldn’t do a sad ending im sowwy.. However i hope you enjoy?

joe liebgott doesn’t get nervous to do maneuvers, attacks, patrols, none of it. that was what made him a good soldier, in his opinion. but he’d been nervous for this one, sending a bunch of their men across a river to capture a couple damn krauts. what he didn’t want to admit, not even to himself, was that deep down he was horrified at the idea of losing web.

despite what he’d said to keep up appearances that web was the bane of his existence, he cared about him. sitting in that crumbling building waiting for the whistle that they were ready for covering fire from the machine gun he was manning was torturous. as they blow the whistle, the first wave of relief hits him. so far so good. now it was his turn to light the krauts up.

so he does, and he does it well, as per usual. that’s not what he’d been worried about in the slightest. the moment he’s able, he ambles down the stairs and to the returning men. he sees them carrying two men up the bank while they scream at the prisoners they’d managed to capture. he rushes down to assist in carrying the two wounded.

he feels as if someone had head butted him in the chest the way the air leaves his lungs. two men are yanking web up the bank while he chokes and sputters on his own blood. they drag the two wounded into the basement of a house and send someone to go grab medics. he’s to web’s side in nanoseconds, the rest of the men trying to attend to who lieb thinks is jackson.

“where ya hit, web, huh? can you hear me? can you tell me where?”

to his credit, web tries to, but chokes and coughs up a concerning amount of blood. he starts breathing heavier, his eyes are panicked.

“hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s alright. i’ll figure it out, okay? just relax, davey, i’ve got you.” lieb comforts, oddly calm for the situation. he gives david a a quick once over, figuring the wound has to be somewhere in his chest or stomach for him to be couching up blood the way he is. he yanks off his coat and scarf and rips the buttons off his outer shirt trying to open it before he sees it.

there’s a huge, dark, wet patch on david’s right side near his ribs. he rips open his undershirt, can see dark red blood spill over pale skin. web’s breathing hard, blood leaving him quickly. lieb’s quick, grabs a packet of sulfa and pours it over the bullet hole like he’s seen medics do countless times. grabs his entire roll of bandages and holds them over the wound.

when he looks up at web’s face, it’s far paler than when he’d come in and his eyes are half closed. he removes one hand from the wound to tap his face. there’s blood all over his mouth, chin, in a pool at the top of his chest.

“davey, hey, you gotta stay with me, pal. medic’s on the way, web, you just gotta stay awake for me. c’mon, web, stay awake.” he continues rambling, repeating these phrases over and over again. web coughs again, blood spurting. with what little strength he has, he motions for lieb to lean his ear down towards him.

“ich liebe dich, liebling.” he manages, his voice gravelly and awful. lieb can feel tears spring in his eyes the moment he’s processed what’s being said to him. “i’m so cold. i’m so sorry, schatz. sorry i’ve been gone ‘n that i’m gonna be gone again soon.”

“shut up! don’t- don’t say that, please, davey, don’t say things like that. you’re gonna be fine, doc’s on his way. just stay with me, breathe for me, david, please.” lieb begs.

“hurts.” david grunts before coughing again.

“i know, baby, i know. i’m sorry. i- fuck, i have morphine. you think you can hold the bandage down and i can get it for you?” he asks. david nods, places his hands lightly over where joe’s are holding gauze to his middle.

“you’re gonna need to press a lot harder than that, davey. you got it?”

david just nods again, eyes drooping closed.

“you gotta stay awake, david. keep those eyes open.” joe taps his cheek again.

“‘m so tired. ‘n cold. hurts, want it to go away.” david mumbles. joe tries to take a deep breath, to not let his emotions get the better of him in a moment as crucial as this.

“i know, bärchen, but i need you to try, okay? just try for me, ‘s all i’m asking. you still want morphine?” he asks. david shakes his head no.

“if.. last… wanna be lucid. wanna hear you ‘n see you.” david supplies, one hand weakly coming up to try to stroke joe’s cheek. joe presses down hard on the wound with one hand, and takes david’s in his other, linking their fingers together.

“stop saying shit like that. you’re not gonna die. always so dramatic, david webster. you-“ he has to blink hard to get the tears out of his eyes so he can see. “you’re not escaping me that easy, mein liebe.” he says, trying to joke. a smile ghosts across david’s lips.

“wouldn’t dream of it, meine bessere hälfte.” david says back, but his eyes are slipping closed and joe’s bandages are seeping red.

“come on, david, you can’t do this to me. i just got you back, can’t lose you. please, don’t go.” he pleads, tears running thick and hot down his face.

“‘m sorry. ‘m trying.” david responds, eyes fully closed now, breathing shallow and quick.

“keep your fucking eyes open, davey, come on.” he continues, pressing a kiss to david’s knuckles where he holds his hand, uncaring of who sees anymore. david can only keep his eyes open for a couple seconds at a time and his breathing is getting shallower.

gene finally fucking materializes, quickly getting down to business. he asks lieb all the questions, checks david’s pulse, gets a new bandage to replace the soaked through one joe has on him.

“you give him morphine?”

“no-“

“jesus, liebgott, you want the man to go in pain?” gene exclaims.

“he’s not gonna die!” lieb practically explodes. gene sticks david with the morphine, and he can hear the tiniest sigh of relief from the younger man.

jesus, he thinks suddenly. it hits him all at once: david’s only twenty two, bleeding out in some dirty basement in france because he’d been sent as translator instead of lieb. it’s all his fault. david, the sweet one, the better of the two of them was dying and it was all his fault.

“gene, you can’t let him die. please don’t- don’t let him-“

“the hell’s it look like we’re doing, liebgott?” spina bites. joe doesn’t have a clue where he’d come from or how he’d suddenly appeared there. they’ve got plasma running through an iv for web, patching him up as best they can before they move him to the aid station. lieb as well as a few others help them load david onto a stretcher and the stretcher onto the jeep. lieb goes to climb into the jeep with him, but is stopped when gene pushes him back and hops up there instead.

“no room, liebgott.” is all he says before the jeep peels out towards the aid station. he stands there for a moment, dumbfounded and shaking. he hardly reacts at all except to jump a little when babe grabs him gently by the arm to lead him back inside to their billet. babe pours water from his canteen over joe’s hands to wash away the blood on them.

“he’s dead.” joe mumbles.

“no, he’s not. if he was dead gene wouldn’t’ve wasted time on him.” babe blurts before training his eyes on joe. “is there… something there?” babe asks quietly. lieb just nods, not caring anymore.

“okay, that’s what i figured. i get that you’re scared, lieb, just- just have some faith, okay?” babe replies, trying anything to get joe to stop staring at the wall like an abyss had opened up there.

“he’s gonna die and it’s gonna be all my fault. i love him. never got the chance to tell him that. he’s- he’s so young.“ joe mumbles through tears.

“jesus- come here.” babe says, forces joe to sit on his bed and wrapping arms around him. they fall asleep that way, babe’s arm around his shoulders.

in the early morning hours, around 0500, gene shakes them both awake.

“hey, liebgott.” he starts. “webster’s awake, asking for ya.” joe’s up and out to the jeep in five seconds flat. gene drives him to the aid station and leads him to david’s cot.

“hi, schatz.” david smiles.

“can’t fucking believe you’re alive. thank god.” joe whispers, sitting on his knees next to david.

“i can’t either. doc says it grazed my lung, hence all the blood coughing. got lodged in my ribs and spared my life, just barely, right, doc?” david mumbles through the story. gene does a little half smile.

“that’s right. he’s all doped up on morphine, so he’s pretty happy right now. you can stay long as the nurses allow, lieb.” gene says before stalking off to more work.

“you bastard, getting a ticket home without me.” joe tries to joke, but he’s still so shaken up that it sounds stupid. david still smiles softly, links their fingers together.

“i’ve still got a bullet in me, be nice.” david pouts, trying to bring joe closer, as if to cuddle.

“i hate to deny you this when you’re wounded and all doped up, but we can’t do that here, davey. ‘m sorry.” joe says, thumb grazing his knuckles.

“‘s okay. i understand.” david says, eyes drooping closed sleepily. joe panics for just a moment, afraid to let his eyes close. he takes a deep breath, moves curls out of david’s face and combs his fingers through them.

“go to sleep, davey. i got ya. gotta get your beauty sleep, right?” joe whispers, practically petting his hair.

“don’t need it.” david mumbles, smiling a little. joe laughs a bit.

“like hell you don’t. you look like shit right now.” joe quips back.

“so mean to me.” david pouts again before it turns into the dusting of a smile, breathing getting slow and relaxed. joe presses a quick kiss to his forehead.

“love you.” david says quietly, squeezing joe’s hand. joe smiles despite himself, squeezing back.

“love you too. was scared i’d never get to tell you.” he whispers back.

“now you can tell me all the time.” david smiles before he fully drops off into sleep.

joe hopes he gets to say it for a very, very long time.

[indecisive-dizzy]

If you want to, feel free to share some Eddie and Latter ideas

I love them, they’re so lovely :3

Oh,, I have So Many,,, This is gonna be Long

Met at Howdy's birthday party (his parents, Latter, and Seeya came to visit)

They hit it off great and became pen pals! I've mentioned it before but Latter sends Eddie poems and Eddie send him paper crafts <3

They boost each other's self-esteem! They're both underappreciated and ignored and they cheer each other up

Eddie does genuinely enjoy Latter's poetry. Does he get it? Not completely, but he knows Latter is proud of his work!

Big literature and theatre nerds. I specifically believe they've had at least one Long Indepth conversation about Frankenstein.

Similarly! Theatre kids. Eddie was mostly in the costume and set/prop department while Latter thrived in the Drama on stage

Latter tells Eddie family gossip, and Eddie brings it up when he delivers to Howdy. "How's So and so? Latter said-" You get it. Howdy Is upset lol but cant do anything bc he tells Barnaby the same gossip.

Ship Stuff <3

Latter fell first, Eddie is irresistible <3 He writes not so subtle love poems

Oh man the cuddles. I've also mentioned this before but I'm bringing it up again. Eddie's usually the one Holding in a cuddle, ya know? He's the big spoon. But Latter is like twice his size, with 3x the arms and Wings.

Eddie gets to little spoon and be held/carried and he is flabbergasted but loving every second. Latter can lift him quite easily and That's Definitely New to Eddie. He doesn't know what to do with himself when Latter carries him.

Latter adores holding Eddie, and is greatly amused when he gets flustered.

Side hc to go w/ above! I hc Latter is pathetic in public but is actually very chill when not seeking the approval the others. Like at home he's just vibing! He's still not the most confident butterfly, but he has his moments! He's a Pillar after all and one of many family traits is Confidence.

[justarandomhelluvablog]

sorry sorry last time I'm talking about huskerdust tonight but does it fuck anyone else up knowing that Husk and Angel basically lived at the same time but were on opposite sides of the country. But also Husk went traveling. Like these two could have met while they were alive and wouldn't even know it. They didn't even know the other existed until they met at the hotel

Like I have. so many thoughts about this.

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

the more photos of Sophie T I see the more I understand why she’s so beloved in the fandom. she’s just a whole fucking mood. like

first one she’s completely dead pan doing a perfect thumbs up

second one she’s doing an exaggerated stereotypical Italian hand gesture

and in the third one she’s just fully stanced up with her fucking coffee. what an icon.

[buttercup-barf]

Under the cut are mostly self-insert doodles of decreasing quality. Again, not much directly tied to Team Fortress 2. Might as well toss these out while I have no access to my puter. Much yapping under the cut and in the tags incoming.

Another self-insert, this time less of a "here's me as a tenth class" and more of a "here's my game experiences translated into the class I would take the place of". The Cleaner. Although I guess they could still be wearing either suit. It doesn't matter that much.

That one Convict's Case taunt with Backup would be extremely funny, because the man would be on the verge of a breakdown (he does not want to go to jail so bad you have no idea). The second image- I owe no explanation. You know what I am. You see the pattern with my favourites.

The duality of the man. Resting face versus "just heard you express interest in religion/Russian folklore" face. He's not that hard to make friends with, when you pull him away from all the explosions.

Some doodles of trying to figure his face out. Unfortunately, the more I stare at him, the more I worry that he looks like A Certain Guy With The Last Name "Kazarin", and the fear of never being original in my life caught up to me.

Don't look at me, don't perceive me, I refuse to explain any of my actions to you.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Baby boy brother birthday photos from last year that I just realized I never uploaded!

[helianskies]

ugly maths.

i hate maths, right. i don't usually like numbers, and if i do like numbers it's gotta be an 8 or a 48 and nothing else.

thing is, i've recently caught myself doing maths again. ugly maths. the kind of maths that, really, i've been trying to avoid as much as possible because, well, it's ugly!

you... wanna see?

okay, fine... but don't say i didn't warn you!

ugly, see? look at all those numbers! not a 48 in sight!

huh? what's that? you don't see what i'm on about? oh... oh! hang on, lemme just—

better? yes? no? no? okay, what if i—

mmh, yes. ugly numbers. see it now? can you see why they're ugly?

here, i can make it worse.

these numbers are ugly. the maths they make me do is ugly.

now i'll level with you: the worst ones by far are the yellow numbers. the maths they make me do it the ugliest.

why ugly?

because it makes me ugly.

those numbers turn me into not only a suddenly number-obsessed fool, but a fool who also cannot understand these numbers and what they mean and why i feel like they reflect on me and my ability.

87, 75.

the thoughts are as follows:

• the orange numbers are big, so why are you being ugly about the yellow ones? you should be happy with what you have. so many nice big numbers! not everyone receives that.

• is it that there are two different audiences for these two different fics? perhaps. they are quite different works, with different appeals, and different themes. maybe you are reading too much into it.

• why are you obsessing over numbers anyway? you don't like maths! you left maths behind when you were 16, put it down!

okay, okay, fine! i'll put the maths down. right here, in fact!:

that 87 was an 83 at the start of the year. the 6161 it is attached to was a 5453.

4, 708.

ugly maths.

the 75 is a nice number. in fact, compared to 87, it is beautiful, radiant, enchanting. at the start of the year, 75 was 48. wow. now that is one sexy number!

27.

mmmm.

6161, 1061.

5100.

87, 75.

12.

mmmm.

you know, my most favourite comment left recently on a fic of mine was 2 characters long: :(

it made me :)

well, actually, it made me >:) because it was left in response, presumably, to one of the key scenes in a new chapter which left the exact impression on someone that i hoped it would.

they must be the only one who reacted like that, though.

1.

have i mentioned that that 87 and 75 include author responses?

i won't try to do more maths, there. it might not end well for me. the maths is making me tired enough as it is, and i have an early start tomorrow.

oh! but, that being said, i have another set of ugly numbers to show you, so keep 87 and 75 in mind.

ready?

838, 245.

(want a hint? the green numbers!)

838, 87. 245, 75.

9.6, 3.3.

ugly maths. it's ugly again, see? i don't like it. i'm seeing numbers within numbers within numbers, and i can't seem to stop!

the numbers make me ask new questions:

• why is it not good enough?

• people seem to engage more with one fic over the other, so shouldn't you prioritise?

• is all this maths this really good for you?

no, it isn't.

i want to avoid ugly maths. ugly maths makes me want to tear my hair out. it makes me want to start from scratch. it makes me want to grab someone and scream. it makes me want to cry and press a button that has tempted me many times before when the numbers become too ugly to bear.

ugly maths turn me into an ugly person.

ugly maths make me obsessive, paranoid, anxious, regretful, vindictive, spiteful, alone.

i hate maths. i hate numbers, just like, it feels, the numbers hate me.

[eldritchmochi]

i keep seeing posts about how the term "boundaries" is constantly misused to inflict rules on other people when boundaries "only relate to rules for yourself" which..... isnt true according to things ive discussed with my therapist? like yeah the overuse of medical terms as get out of jail free buzzwords is bad but also strict black or white rulings of a concept in a tweet or two is also bad, especially since i have not seen a damn one of these come from a credible source, either a mental health professional or like, clinical terminology sources

CONCRETE EXAMPLE where i set a boundary with roommates that required behavior changes on their part that my therapist named specifically as a boundary when i described it:

dishes are the biggest point of contention in basically any living situation with multiple people. my previous roommates were really bad at doing them, in a way that resulted the kitchen being really gross if i hadnt just cleaned it. even after many requests to do basic things of "empty the sink trap of soggy food so it doesn't rot" and "dont hoard dishes long enough to grow an ecosystem" over m o n t h s, i got nowhere with dishes being done regularly in a way that didnt bother me

in the end it was so continuously upsetting that i told them to not do the dishes at all ever whatsoever, i would take care it. mind, i was the only one who worked out of the house while commuting via bus as a chronically ill person with severe fatigue and i was putting in an average of 50 hrs a week every week for werks on end at the time. me deciding to take this on was not done lightly, this was me recognizing that it was better and healthier for all of us for me to take on this one task. it would result in me being much happier in that living situation at no real cost to the other party other than maybe the dishes would stack up a bit if i was particularly exhausted one day, but things would get caught up within the week

this did not go down well despite my best efforts, and i would not be surprised if this black and white portrayal of what boundaries are influenced that. this nonsense went down over like six solid months and every single session i had with my therapist had him absolutely baffled because he couldn't think of a single thing i could have done better

i am not a mh professional i do not know the specific difference between "dont do this thing it upsets me" and "dont do this thing that 'upsets' me because i am controlling you", but the blanket statement of calling something like this a boundary is misusing the term is black and white thinking. i have bpd, ive done some dbt about it and the first thing they teach you is how to spot black and white thinking because it us incredibly mal adaptive and *really fucking dangerous* and this specific trend is going to be taken advantage of by abusers just as much as coopting the use of "boundaries" to justify their behavior

tldr "boundaries are never about other people's behavior" and "you can't do xyz thing because it violates my boundaries" are two sides of the same abusive coin. people who have put in the work in a tangible and meaningful way, who are able to examine their motives and give grace to other people within their boundaries, can recognize that boundaries are a spectrum, like everything with social relationships and mental health in general

[timeisacephalopod]

I've seen, repeatedly, that every accusation is a confession from the political right and honestly nothing rings more true to that than the claim that university is liberal indoctrination and this is a problem for right wingers for reasons I can't identify when they have the Joshua Generation.

At least libs only indoctrinate adults who are paying thousands of dollars for it instead of literally breeding a billion kids they all homeschool and abuse the fuck out of with the hopes they'll all become Clarence Thomas and fuck America 18 different ways to Sunday. What an odd thing to even bitch about if they're ok with literally doing what they falsely accuse universities of except to literal children from birth to, if they had their way, death while also flailing around about "false accusations" like they aren't throwing them out as fast as they're having kids they force their other kids to raise while treating that abuse like a Funny Little Organization System. Kids are such blessings you know, that's why they don't even bother raising half of them and force their daughters to do all that work for them.

I'm actually surprised I don't see more people who left this lifestyle as adults who were raised into it speaking up about this stuff. There's more of it now, half these things were mentioned in the Shiney Happy People doc and I found out about the Joshua Generation from a podcast called Kitchen Table Cult that is hosted by 2 people who left similar beliefs to the Duggars but I'm honestly surprised it's not like. A huge thing in news everywhere but that's probably because this type of shit isn't even a blip on the map of all the fucked up things the political right does so often it's exhausting to keep up with let alone hold anyone accountable for. Too busy bitching that trans people shit and do so in public bathrooms sometimes. Priorities, you know. Think of the children, but not the ones being bred and abused to further their parents political ends.

[godhasforsnakenme]

BOOK REVIEW 📖

This is the one for February – I was reminded of this book half way through the month and decided to reread it again because I couldn't remember how it ended; plus a short mystery is always nice to read (side note: this ended up as an ebook read bc I couldn't remember where in my storage boxes I have my copy – it's in storage because it's a paperback edition and old and I don't want it to die on me yet lol)