Please feel free to post why you do or don't go to therapy, experiences with different therapists, or anything else that might give more data.
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hope everyone had alright holidays!
a few days ago when we were driving home in the dark in windy and rainy weather after getting two of my siblings from the train we, for the first time in my lifetime im pretty sure, hit a deer that was crossing the street, none of us saw them before they got caught in the headlights and the first one made it over but we werent yet slow enough to not hit the second one ...
the deer lived but was kinda stunned, my dad pushed it off the street and while we were still on the phone with police it got up and ran away but my parents car got damaged and while its still drivable there are several parts that got bent and since its an older model too it might be hard to get it repaired
anyway, i didnt know deer fur was that grey until i saw it stuck to our bumper :(
merry crisis
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do you think dick would be a girl dad or a boy dad (asking u cuz that’s ur man)?🤨🎤
I'm so glad you asked!!🥰 (kicking my feet)
At first my immediate response was going to be girl dad, but Dick is such a sweetheart that I think he would love and adore any (and all) his kiddos.
Like I can imagine him trying to teach his set of toddler twins (girl and boy) how to tumble. He definitely tries to be equal to them, but he definitely has a soft spot for his baby girl <3
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dean widower arc moments literally just chewing glass thinking about them. idk why but the romance of it all comes through better than anywhere else. like it's almost like you realize the value of the thing tenfold in its absence or whatever. anyway. god. society if they let dean cradle his body. if they let him hunch over cas' body, if they let him press his hands to cas' wound while he's dying like there's some way that he can save him by the sheer force of his will. if they let him just sit there, devastated, as cas' wings burned themselves into the ground. CAN YOU. IMAGINE. dean's seething, quiet anger and apathy, not his explosiveness. his scrambled brain trying to make head or tails of this life, this situation and not knowing how. it's all so stupidly sad and delicious i hate it i love it
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Yeah Azula and Zuko mostly got their dramatic side from theatre-kid-Ursa. But let’s not forget Phoenix King Ozai who made a self-insert royal-sona complete with a cape, crown and dramatic entrance, stood on a fucking plank for the entire plane ride to the Earth Kingdom, and proceeded to burn said cape and crown just to fist fight a thirteen-year-old for the second time.
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aurghhh ok still rewatching '97 and the way guts and casca only have the room to breathe and really come to understand and care for each other in griffith's absence because he has such a strong hold over them both.... and the way their mutual dedication to him is what causes them to bicker for years (casca thinks he's not serving him well enough, guts thinks she doesn't get that he cares/how much he cares, casca's jealousy over griffith's feelings for guts, how he won his heart without even trying or being aware of it or doing anything with it) and is also a big part of what brings them together (earlier when guts deviates from the plan to save griffith and she commends him, in the cave casca opening up about griffith and her's past, showing that vulnerability, while it's mostly confrontational, leads to guts kinda getting her better, and his efforts to save and protect her (falling off the cliff with her, taking on the 100 men so she can escape, encouraging her to return to griffith so she can help him because it's what she feels she's meant to do (her dream, the direction in life guts shares and yet is questioning because of griffith's speech at the fountain, whether or not it's enough to serve him if it means he'll never be a true friend in griffith's eyes because he's not an equal), supporting the idea of her being with griffith/being his most important person like he won't because he doesn't view it as a competition like she has been since day one) leading to her realizing that he's kind of not that bad a guy and they have a lot more in common that she thought. and how the bonfire of dreams conversation is guts opening up to her in kind, the answer to her talking about how griffith saved her, how she feels. how neither of them ever call it love but it's something they know they both have for griffith. how it's something they're beginning to have for each other, different in ways they couldn't put a word to. because they're equals this time. the way griffith kind of becomes less and less important as they find other reasons to live and fight, as they become less singularly obsessed with him. how griffith is unable to stand it, guts' personhood, that agency and peer-to-peer equality he claimed to want (and perhaps truly did) that disappeared guts from his life, his plans, his side. how it barely even matters to griffith how casca changes because he never wanted her like she wanted him. god i can't fucking stand their shakespearean nonsense drama (<- hopelessly in love with their interpersonal dynamics)
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There's a little stained note in front of the toyhouse. It's hard to read properly, unless you know what it says.
It's a town square, with a couple of houses, a little sheriff's office, and a barn. A little figurine stands in the middle of the square, hands up by its mouth to amplify a call. There's a toy horse in view through the half-open barn door, with a toy child feeding it an apple. They’re lovingly, if inexpertly, painted.
There's a little stained note in front of the toyhouse.
If you had to summarize the entire toyhouse, inexpert love would be the words. This isn't the type of toyhouse that's mass-produced. What was built here was built by hand, by someone who loved it very much. There are crooked tumbleweeds, and a wagon, and infinitesimal sticks of dynamite poking out of the wagon. Smudges of paint look like an attempt at dusty footprints. A toy dog lies on the office porch, a toy cat sprawled over the desk inside. If you hold a light to the window of the sheriff's office, the cat appears to be sunbathing.
There is no toy sheriff, anywhere in the town. The absence feels glaring.
There are people in the houses. A toy child, opening a window with a toy parent behind reaching out. Most houses have the doors closed and shutters drawn, but you can make out each hinge, or at least where each hinge is meant to be. There's a figure faintly visible in the cells, inside the sheriff's office. It's only visible if you press your face to a window and squint. The detail is astounding, even if the skill is not. Someone, somewhere, loved this place very much.
The little stained note in front of the toyhouse is hard to read. The letters have run slightly, from what could be either tears or oil. Here is what it says:
They were people, before the god came.
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