#their trauma is overlooked

[marcobodtlives]

Moments That Were Horrifically Traumatic but are Consistently Overlooked

The Wharf Scene: Armin & Connie

Being shot through the face, having the one ability you promise yourself on (talking about things before resorting to violence) taken away from you. Choking on your own blood and teeth, struggling to breathe, being in immeasurable pain and still having to soldier on.

Seeing a friend being shot after recently having your best friend die in front of you in the same way. Not being able to do anything except shoot someone else you once considered a friend.

Having the fate of the world in your hands, knowing one mistake will end everything you and your enemies-turned-allies are fighting for.

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[sun-snatcher]

hello! i love ur work and i was wondering if u could do some live action zuko angst (that makes ur heart sink) and then it progresses to fluff (that makes ur heart swell) please? HAHA idk if it makes sense but i rlly love ur work!! hope ure doing well n no pressure!!!

🐉・ HEARTBURN

summ.  Fresh from his banishment, Zuko faces the aftermath of his punishment in both his dreams and his waking hours. pairing. Zuko x f!reader (established relationship) w.count.  1k.  a/n.  A bit abstract on this one, but just typical dream logic. A glimpse at Zuko’s descent into madness, almost? Sorry anon if this is mostly angst than fluff! 🧎🏻‍♀️

Zuko’s dreams manifest at the scent of burnt flesh and the sound of his own screaming.

He feels the molten sting of a melting crown upon his skin and the fantastical beast that is his father; something monstrous— something scaled, fanged, clawed, and too large an appetite, with a touch and breath of fire that lights the skies in a blaze.

( He wakes up with his voice hoarse from screaming. The 41st Division will eventually learn early on not to mention it. They just leave a hot pot of tea ready for him come the mornings, by General Iroh's orders. )

Sometimes, it transgresses. Sometimes, it’s his mother who burns while he watches from the sidelines of the Agni Kai; Or Azula. Their shrieks mix with his when he wakes. 

Sometimes, it’s Iroh who scalds him. Great Dragon of the West, jasmine-white with razor teeth and a flame that burns as hot as the sun; serpent eyes a shining gold and a sharper tongue that spoke of his disappointment for his nephew. 

Sometimes, it begins with you.

Please, you beg, at the foot of a winged beast. It speaks in the voice of his father; damning, all-encompassing. It warns the Prince the price of compassion, of mercies, and of weaknesses. Eliminate her, or I will. 

Rarely does Zuko ever move. He’d plead in your name, to spare your life. It never happens; he just wakes to the smell of smoke and the sound of your screaming.

( There are dreams he doesn’t speak at all to defend you. The shame devours him whole. )

“I’ve killed you over a hundred times, in my sleep.”

In the aftermath of another nightmare, you turn to face Zuko. You’re not quite sure what to say. 

“Other nights, it’s the 41st, or Uncle,” he says, quietly. “Even mom, or Azula.”

You turn back to the small medical chest on the desk. The infirmary is quieter at times like these; the soldiers of the 41st know not to visit the usual haunts of their Prince. Tonight, Zuko will have to replace the bandages of his scar, and there are only two people on this ship he’d ever trust in his life to lay a hand on it.

You’re shifting towards where he’s sitting on one of the cots. “May I?”

( You ask. You always ask. Even when you’ve done this nearly fifty times, you ask. Zuko is glad; there’s a comfort in agency, especially when he’s gotten so used to losing it every time he sleeps.  )

He nods, and you make quick work to unravel the bandages. When the layers come away, you observe the way his left eye shuts and opens as he blinks, remaining half-closed into a permanent expression of pain. He looks away, downcast. 

The skin around is stretched taut, some areas rawer than others, marred with growing scar tissue that knots in twisting valleys. ( Zuko has only seen the scar once. He’s covered the mirrors in his room ever since; avoids glancing at his own passing reflections. )

The wound is still fresh; the memories fresher.

You don’t flinch at the sight or recoil like the other soldiers or dignitaries. 

He finds… solace in that.

( Something roils in his mind. It uncurls and hisses and growls. )

“Tilt your head for me,” you say, ready to replace the cotton on his eye with a new one. 

He stops your wrist just as you do. 

Your heart jumps at the contact. His hands are warm.

“Why?” he blurts.

You blink in confusion.

“Why’d you come with me?”

The reply is instant, and unintentionally drowned in affection. “Where else would I have belonged?”

Zuko almost answers instinctively: With me. By my side. He shakes his head.

“You should have never come,” he says, instead. He’d grown fond of you over the years. Too fond; over some Firenation colonel’s daughter, a force to be reckoned with and yet a childhood friend who he’d played and studied and fought with countless times. Fond enough that he’d been foolish to let you step foot into the ship of the 41st Division the day he’d been banished; fond enough to be foolish enough to allow you to put yourself in harm’s way. “You could’ve had a better future back home.”

“But a miserable one,” you counter. 

His nostrils flare as he sighs. You watch the way his brows weave to a frown, the way they always did whenever he’s tamping down his frustration. "Nothing is more miserable than being banished from home. Yet here you are walking away from it.”

“You and I both know the palace was never a home for me,” you say. “I’ve been by your side my entire life. I’m not about to break that streak over some punishment. You matter to me.”

Zuko’s heart stifles. 

( Compassion, he hears the wings of the blood-red dragon in his dreams unfurl. Compassion is a sign of weakness. )

“It was a stupid move,” he blurts, letting go of you. He had wanted it to be emotionless, but it comes out as distinctively bitter: “Sooner or later you’ll come to regret your decision. Then, you’ll see I was right all along.”

“Maybe,” you say, just to appease him. “But I doubt it.”

( Lies, jeers the serpent. You have only yourself to rely on in this world, Zuko. )

For the sake of conversation, you don’t provoke him further. You continue, instead, with replacing the dressings around his eye. He’s angry enough as is with the world— with you. For being stubborn. And strong. And steadfast. And loyal. And—

Zuko glances at your face in focus, your hands so careful in binding the gauze it’s nearly featherlight. “Tell me if it hurts,” you say, with gentle authority. 

The ire leaves his body. Zuko’s gaze softens at a realisation:

“Not once have you ever hurt me. Not even in my dreams.”

It’s a statement so frighteningly vulnerable that it has you stilling. Your breath staggers. Something swells in your chest. You let your hand rest on his cheek, thumb below his scar. The touch is reassuring. Zuko wants to lean into it.

“I don’t think I ever could,” you answer, honestly. 

( She can, sings the beast. She will. And once she does, know that it will burn tenfold than what I've done. )

Zuko's hand settles on top of yours. 

“You can hurt me,” he concedes, solemn, voice barely above a whisper. “You can if you must. I command it.”

( The dragon in his head hisses. For now, it retreats. )

[sophisticatedaiphos]

i will never get over this..

RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY

[reignmaefall]

Reblog this to tell whoever you reblogged it from that you're proud of them.

[a-map-of-gays]

Jack Shephard is like. All he wants to do is fix people because maybe that will make up for the fact that he couldn't fix his father. He never wanted to be in charge but he will do anything to protect them. He'll let the island kill him if he knows the others made it to safety. He drinks when he can't handle his emotions because that's what his dad did and he knows it's wrong but he doesn't know any other way to cope. He plays golf and he hugs his friends. He tells everyone he has terrible bedside manner but treats them so gently. He doesn't know how to be in love. He gets scared and he gets jealous and he doesn't know how to try. He reads Aaron bedtime stories. He messes with Sawyer over his vision. He pointed a gun at John's head and pulled the trigger. He's a mess and he makes mistakes and he does terrible things but he's trying he's trying he's trying and one day he'll learn how to fix it. One day he'll learn how to fix himself.

[heybiji]

"Do me a favor and put your arms around me."

[avocadotoast0]

I’ll always appreciate TOWL for allowing Michonne to express her anger, hurt and pain to Rick. I feel like if this storyline had taken place on the twd, they would have glossed over the pain and trauma she experienced throughout her journey and only prioritised Rick’s.

A lot of people seem to forget that Michonne is also human, and she does hurt like everyone else. Just because she is able to hold it in better doesn’t mean we should ignore her trauma.

[trappedinafantasy37]

POV: Your evil murder kitten's mask has slipped and you can see how deep she is drowning in fear and paranoia.

[urjustaguyonahorse]

I love Javi for being so understanding. Like sure he makes some huge mistakes but he immediately takes responsibility for them. He was one of two survivors of a tragic accident and while Kate took herself as far away from an accident she thought was her fault and blocked off anything that could remind her of it, it was clear Javi felt the guilt of not being there for them then and just wanted to be close to her after. But he didn't hold it against her when she disappeared for years and took her back when she was ready to come. And he didn't get upset at her when she messed up with the first tornado and didn't let her take the blame. He wasn't possessive when she hung out with anybody else when she wouldn't with him and even when he was still in the middle of working through his own trauma he still tried to stay aware of everyone else's needs.

[mayomkun]

I think my type is the silly/goofy characters who are sometimes treated as a comic relief but are profoundly sad/full of rage or have tragic story no one sees coming. One of those characters that weren't taken seriously before and grabbed the audience & other characters' attention when their story is revealed or progressed. Is this like a character trope, what are they called.

[whatsjulietslastname]

There’s something so very utterly tragic about the way that one of Max character’s main trait is that she’s been feeling constantly homesick since she was thirteen years old and that she had to let go of her home somehow in both ending (Arcadia Bay in the bae ending, Chloe in the bay one) meaning that no matter how much she tries to go back and clings to the past it’s never enough, in this essay I will—

[blood-orange-juice]

Actually, while I was complaining about bad writing, Childe low-key saved the world. He bought Neuvilette and the Traveler enough time to figure out the whole shtick with the prophecy and the primordial sea.

(since, you know. narwhal accidentally the whole soup and was planning to depart and Teyvat can't keep existing without soup)

And no one talks about it.

[sunbrightheart]

there are a lot of plot holes in acotar that i usually cast to the back of my mind and never think about again. but one thing that has me scratching my head and thinking ‘that doesn’t make sense’ is the fact that lucien hasn’t gone absolutely batshit crazy with rage.

i mean, if i were in his position and had to watch as the love of my life got slaughtered by my father in front of me, be hunted by my brothers and then forced to kill one of them out of self defence, flee my home court and lose all communication with my mother indefinitely, have my eye gouged out by amarantha, be further subjected to her whims by getting whipped as punishment, be manipulated and coerced into a task that should’ve never have been my responsibility, be sexually harassed and assaulted on multiple occasions by a predator; hybern would have been the least of prythians worries, because i would have been raining down hell fire.

[danwhobrowses]

For anyone else who is gonna struggle surviving the next 3 weeks with the angsty and tense situation of Callowmoore here's a few things from the last 2 episodes that I feel were underrated and will assist in trying to keep me sane/emotionally stable: - Matching messed up hands built for holding - Fearne nervously playing with her hair as she approaches Ashton - Ashton wanted Fearne to be either the last thing they saw if they died or the first thing they saw when they succeeded - Fearne's admittance corroborates Ashley's 4SD revelation that Fearne is in love with someone in the party but doesn't know how to process the emotions - Fearne wanted Ashton to be happy, while Ashton wanted to feel whole so they would be worthy of the Hells - Ashton twice tried to lead a search for Fearne, and instantly clocking onto Chetney saying he followed Fearne - Fearne making herself look as radiant as possible before giving Ashton the cold shoulder - Ashton only rose to Chetney's provocations until he said 'You hurt Fearne' Use how you will

[mudwingprince]

john what?

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[aetsiv]

The absolute hatred I feel whenever people make fun of and joke about Jesper for mistaking Kuwei for Wylan. Like his ass just told his father the truth about his gambling addiction, he just went through an actual, truthful conversation that went fucking terribly. Jesper was looking for a distraction, he wasn't in a good and proper state of mind when he kissed Kuwei and you expect him to be able to notice the small details that set Kuwei and Wylan apart?! You expect him to tell the difference between two people who are tailored so perfectly that to the average person they might as well be identical?! When he's feeling so awful?! I will never understand how people can blame him for that while knowing the context. I am so fucking angry on Jesper's behalf.

Sorry if this is kinda incoherent.