Requests are open! I'm only on S12 (and not very far in) so PLEASE nothing that has spoilers or characters I don't know! Join Me On Discord Also, I must add that I'm a serious Castiel girl! Masterlist Stories I'm Working On
i think a lot of liberals need to confront the fact that they don’t actually believe everyone should have basic human rights. a homeless person could call me every slur under the sun and i would still want them to have housing, food, etc. the belief that everyone is entitled to basic human rights should not hinge on whether you “like” someone or not. at that point the entire ideology crumbles.
Something something having a bad day and finally getting home to relax with a comfort food and a drink under your favorite blanket only to spill it all over you. Staining your shirt and soaking the blanket.
Breaking down in tears because why can’t anything go right?
Simon coming home to find his love bawling her eyes out, teary and borderline wailing.
Thinking she’s hurt or someone’s done something to her until you babble to him about work and stress and “stupid fucking motor skills, I can’t even feed myself-“
Simon taking it upon himself to fix everything. Making up a warm bath full of bubbles, candles lighting the bathroom so you don’t have to put up with fluorescent lights.
Scooping you up into his arms like you weigh nothing- it’s laughable when you mutter something about being too heavy. As if.
“Hush,” he murmurs and sets you atop the sink, taking your wet clothes off with a gentleness unlike the large Lieutenant.
He gets you situated in the bath, leaving to return several minutes later with a brand new drink and food for you.
By then you’re embarrassed over the breakdown, peeking at him from your hiding spot behind the bubbles.
He pays it no mind. You’re shy, so what? It won’t stop him taking care of you.
“You’re alright love,” he says in a loving tone that’s reserved for you. Only for you. He’ll sit with you in the silence of the room, not bothering to make you speak or ask you questions. You’re overwhelmed, that much is clear, and you deserve some peace and quiet.
So Simon sits beside the tub with you, feeding you small bites as the soothing water and aromas calm you down. He treats you like a princess, washing your skin and your hair for you. Blatantly ignoring whenever you protest that “I can do that, Si, you don’t have to-”
You’re his baby, his world, and he’ll treat you like so.
He dresses you in his clothes so you’ll feel warm and comforted in his big hoodie and boxers. Staking his claim on you.
He tucks you into bed despite your whines of how early it is, wraps his mountain of a body around yours to keep you grounded and feeling safe. Turns on that show you’ve seen a million times that he bitches and moans about but watches anyways.
And he watches you fall asleep, whispering soft declarations of love and adoration into your dried hair. Never letting you think for a second that you aren’t absolutely cherished.
Hello everyone! I've been gone for quite awhile as I've been super busy (oof)
Anyways, I want to promote my new Etsy shop! I'm selling more role-playing like things, such as texting with your comfort character or personalized letters! So, take a look if you'd like as I'm super excited to be starting this! And even if you can't buy anything, I'd love it if you could share this! Thank you so much!
Barnes and Nobles is gonna start serving food and alcohol.
Everybody’s cracking jokes about how it’s a desperate attempt to stay relevant in the age of Amazon.
But you know what? Props to them. This is exactly what Blockbuster didn’t do. At no point was Blockbuster like “Hey, movie rentals aren’t the lucrative enterprise they once were. Perhaps it’s time we become known for our cheesy garlic bread.”
Okay but…if someone wants to take me on a date to a Barnes and noble and get me dinner and a drink and then let me peruse the stacks like I’m not saying no. A sandwich, a beer, and 2-5 books on various topics I hope I’ll someday read about? Good night.
This is El Ateneo Grand Splendid, an old theatre turned bookstore in Buenos Aires:
The stage itself was turned into a cafe:
You can’t even begin to comprehend the massive amounts of money this place makes, despite the fact that they turned the theatre boxes into reading nooks like this:
I’ve literally spent days holed up in there reading books for free while also consuming massive amounts of coffee and pastries.
people who experience psychosis and anger issues and paranoia and delusions and intrusive thoughts and addiction and dissociation and other “ugly” non-romanticized mental health issues i love you and i believe you and you are not a bad person
I had a group of undergraduate students who almost always did their readings for the day, but on this one particular day: they hadn’t. They all said they had midterms to do and chose a class to not do the work for and it was mine. Lesson plan scrapped, I needed to quickly come up with something to do, and all I could think of was this post.
So I gave it a go.
Our lesson for the day was on historical re-enactments and why people did them. My students, having not read their assignments, couldn’t understand why anyone would want to engage in a re-enactment and didn’t understand the point. So I set them up with this game, explained the rules, told them they had 45 minutes to make the largest group without a witch in it, and let them go.
Within thirty minutes they were getting loud enough that I was worried I’d need to tone it down because I didn’t want to bother other classes. Some students went full in character, they created elaborate backstories, they improved their way through the entire thing and in the last five minutes had created an entire imaginary community based on this elaborate tale they’d created and were damn near ready to commit murder, screaming “she’s a witch” and splitting into two distinct groups with a lot of hand grabbing and pulling to get people into the right group.
When I told them the truth, they were stunned speechless. I reminded them of the rules: all they had to do was make a group without a witch in it. I never told them someone would be a witch, and they presumed someone would get the role. Similarly, the salem witch trials presumed that there were witches and invented them in their group.
They told me after we did our wrap up that they had been learning about the witch trials in other classes, but had never understood why anyone would actually believe in witchcraft. They were shaken, not only by the realization they were about to throw hands with their fellow students, but that all it took was someone in authority to imply something was so.
The “re-enactment” helped them to understand something that just reading about the trials hadn’t.
And, it also helped them to understand why some people do engage in historical re-enactments. They all admitted to having A Lot of Fun and that it was something that gave them a chance to just play and engage and do something they’d never done before: actually experience the history they were studying (sort of).
It was an excellent exercise, and I’m grateful for this person for writing about it because it worked so well for our class.
Hello everyone. With my birthday coming up in a few weeks, I wanted to ask a favor.
I would appreciate donations to my Psychiatric Service Dog GoFundMe.
If you could also share this around, I'd greatly appreciate it. My PTSD has gotten to an unmanagble point and these are expensive but very helpful.
My PTSD affects me in many ways. I don't get a lot of sleep, and what sleep I do is plagued with extreme nightmares. I'll get panic attacks at the slightest trigger. And the worst of them all is the flashbacks. Those are debilitating in and of themselves. I don't know who all has seen them, but I will be stuck, mostly curled in a ball, and I can't tell where I am. I am back in the abusive situation and you may even hear me asking for shit to stop. It is very difficult to get out of that situation once I'm in it.
The PTSD is also affecting my bipolar 2 and exacerbating the affects of that. It makes the episodes last longer and be much worse.
Overall it's a very disabling thing and this is something that can help me try to live a semi-normal life. Here is a link to information about training and the tasks they can provide.
Here is the link to the gofundme: https://gofund.me/dc148024
Thank you guys! I appreciate it. Any bit helps and so do reblogs!
I hate to have to do this again but I'm opening up writing commissions/donations!
I am currently barely able to walk and get out of bed, which means I can no longer drive to do my job as a doordasher. And, even if I could, my mother wasn't able to pay the phone bill so my phone has been turned off.
I have bills to pay this month and I only have $80 right now. My goal is $800.
If anyone can help in any way, I would really appreciate it. I will write you a story, a poem, I'll help edit your essays or stories or whatnot. I'm borderline desperate. Just DM send me a DM or an ask.
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Please. Even if it's just reblogging, I'll take any help I can get.
If you want information about my medical situation, I can DM you and explain my entire situation to you.