me: im boring.
my therapist: you write fan fiction.
me: and?
i seriously don't see how this makes me interesting lol.

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@speakingtruthfully
me: im boring.
my therapist: you write fan fiction.
me: and?
i seriously don't see how this makes me interesting lol.
If you're one of those people waiting for someone to come and help "fix" you; you don't need someone to "fix" you. you are not broken. you don't need other people to become a better person. that's all you. if therapy isn't helping; you're going to the wrong therapist. i didn't believe when people said "it gets better" but it does. it stays and will linger for a while and yeah, there might be a relapse or two. but that's fine. you're human. humans make mistakes. its what we do. everyone is fucked up someway. it doesn't matter how much or how little. you are in charge of your life. you don't need to prove it. you need to improve it. you have that power. no one else. sure, you might need people to lean on. but, if you want to get better. you DO have to want it. its hard. especially when wanting something, anything seems so damn difficult. stop waiting for someone you don't know exists. you need to just try. even if its not much. just try.
dying doesn't end the pain. it just shares it.
i'm so fucking tired. i want everything to stop. but, i'm so fucking scared. I've had three (small) panic attacks thinking about sum1 i thought loved me. it hurts. she was my sister. i thought she cared about me. i thought she wanted what was best for me. she probably doesn't even think about me anymore. i don't miss her. i want her out of my life forever. she hurt me. it was so bad i can't even fucking remember it. everytime i think of her i feel the need to hide, my body shakes and i feel like a child. like i'm 7 years old. i hate myself for not even know what happened. what if nothing happened? what if i made it all up? i don't really remember much of my childhood. that's normal for me. not knowing what i did before the age 12 is so fucking scary sometimes. i think i was 16 when i started to stop dissociating all the time. it used to be my constant state. i'm 18, i am an adult. i feel like im being so dramatic. why can i only vividly remember 2 maybe 3 years of my life? i know i lived through school and stuff. i remember flashes. small things like that my best friend and i used to stay up all night playing Roblox and we would make midnight snacks. she reminds me of comfort. i want a hug so fucking bad. i want to remember my life. it's MY life. it's not fucking fair.
Trauma Dump :(
Y'all?
I might be insane. Like... i just had a really good convo with my wall?
am I just lonely?
I have always talked to myself out loud. I guess when i was younger people didnt listen when i spoke; so, they kinda unintentionally taught me that people don't really listen to you. from which my brain said: "Have things you want to share, but no one will listen? Just say it to yourself." I guess thats why, even as an adult, i feel really hurt when people dont listen. like i get all quiet and try to make myself nonexistent. I resort to nods and hums as a response. I try not to sometimes; but, it always backfires and makes me feel like i am acting like the absolute worse person to every exist.
When i was 8 i started therapy for the first time. I felt like she was the first adult to actually listen to me. Like: She would listen to the stupid stories i made up, She always asked me how my day was. I didn't have to talk unless i wanted to. When i felt upset, she asked why instead of telling me to calm down, shut up, etc.
so, i guess i am lonely. i purposely ignore the people i love. because it's so hard for me to connect with them. "Why don't i use social media to keep in touch?" Well, thats somehow worse. i guess it's because you cant do anything if someone ignores you. and nothing seems genuine. I also never really learned how to share my emotions but im trying. i thought i was getting better but i relapsed(sh) a few days ago.
Yall a little background i write fics and they somehow are only fluff. I guess i feel like i'm causing someone pain?? and i hate it. Or maybe i am writing how i want to be treated???? or how i feel like people (in general) deserve to be treated?????
sorry if this was a little messy. I have adhd and write like i'm not on Adderall (i am). Anyways, hey, how yall doing?
PJO x Epic crossover
OR Percy ends up in the cave and Odysseus finds him.
Odysseus didn’t trust this.
Something seemed off about this cave.
However, it was filled with sheep and his people were starving.
“Over here!” Odysseus called his men over.
“Look at all this food. Look at all this sheep. I can’t believe this cave has all this for us to keep.” Polites exclaimed.
“I’ve gotta hand it to you both. This is quite the treat. There are enough sheep to feed the entire fleet.” Eurylochus said.
“It’s almost too perfect, too good to be true. Why would the lotus eaters pass up on all this food?” Odysseus questioned. Odysseus scanned the place trying to find something off. “There.”
“What is it, captain?” Polites asked.
“I think I saw a person.” He pointed to the left, “There.” He paused a moment before continuing, “I’m going to see what it was. Stay. Here.”
“I will go with you-” Eurylochus was interrupted by Odysseus.
“No.”
Once Odysseus reached the wall of the cave, he saw a person lying on the ground. They looked young. Probably half the age of Odysseus’s youngest soldier.
“Hey.” Odysseus called. Attempting to awake the person. It seemed to have worked because the kid moved and mumbled something in a language Odysseus didn’t recognize. The person saw Odysseus and froze before grabbing something for their strange clothing. The item was small and thin. Odysseus couldn’t recognize the material it’s made from. “I am not going to hurt you. Are you injured?” The person stopped as if confused.
Before finally speaking up, “say that again?”
Odysseus repeated himself, slightly slower this time, “I am not going to hurt you. Are you injured?” The person looked shocked. But only for a moment. Odysseus wondered how long it had been since someone showed them kindness.
“My leg. It was recently injured.” Before looking around hurriedly, “We need to go. It isn’t safe here.”
“No, my people need food.” Odysseus protests. “There is plenty here.”
“You need to leave. He will kill you and your people.” The kid says frantically.
“Who will?” Odysseus questions. Odysseus glances around the cave and his eyes land on his best friend, Polites. “Exactly how dangerous is this place?”
“There is a full-grown cyclops here. He will try to kill us.” The kid warns.
“A cyclops?” Odysseus asks. The kid nods. “And you are sure of this?”
“One hundred percent.”
Odysseus looks around the cave again, “Fine.” He agrees, “We will speak more on the ship.” The kid’s shoulders sag in relief. Odysseus holds out a hand to help him up.
The kid takes it warily and mumbles, “Thank you.”
“Of course.” Odysseus then asks, “Can you walk on that leg? It looks pretty bad.”
“I guess we’ll see.” The kid takes a step forward and immediately stumbles. Odysseus catches them.
“I will help you.”
The kid smiles slightly, “Thanks, man.”
“You have a strange way of speaking.” Odysseus points out, “Where are you of?” The kid looks worried for a moment and Odysseus thinks back to the infant. He immediately feels guilt so he then adds. “You do not have to share if you do not wish to.”
“Thank you.”
“You do not have to thank me, Child.”
“Captain!” Polites exclaims.
“Polites.” Odysseus greets. The kid seems to recognize the name and he freezes; but only for a moment. No one else seems to notice so Odysseus says nothing. “Polites, I need you to help my friend here, back to the ship.” The kid pulls away from Odysseus to lean against the cave wall.
The kid gets that worried look on their face again, “You have to go with us.”
Odysseus gives the kid a questioning look and says, “I will go with the rest of my men. Polites, Take the kid to the ship.”
“I’ll stay then.” The kid claims. Polites looks as shocked as Odysseus feels.
“You need to stay? Why?” Odysseus questions.
“You saved my life. I kinda gotta return the favor, dude.” What? What do these words mean? Also, did this kid just call Odysseus, king of Ithica, ‘Dude’?
“I did not understand some of what you just said.”
“My ba- um. My apologies. I mean that I just am going to stick around- hang out- um” The kid says what Odysseus assumes is a curse in another language. “I feel like I must stay by your side until I can help you the way you helped me.” The kid chooses each word carefully. Oh. That is something Odysseus understands.
“You are not in my debt.” He protests.
The kid moves forward to say something but stumbles because of their injury. Polites helps hold him up. And looks at the kid with sympathy as he says, “You must get to the ship and rest.”
“I’m not leaving you here.” The kid says to Odysseus.
Odysseus sighs and looks the kid in the eyes, “You need rest.” He spoke with finality. “You will go to our ship with Polites. And rest.” His words left no room for argument.
The kid looks upset like they want to harm something, “Fine.” The child hisses. “But you have to be at the ship soon; or else I am coming back on this island and finding you.”
Odysseus smiles, “I admire your bravery, child.” Odysseus looks at the child for a moment then speaks, “You are strong. That much is clear.” He then turns to Polites, “Go. I will tell Eurylochus that we have gathered enough sheep for tonight. We will leave this island immediately.”
“Got it, Captain.” Polites says as he and the child leave and head for the ship.
Another Dead on main writing prompt: outsider pov for dead on main.
Jess likes to think she’s normal.
Sure, she works for a crime lord but, Red Hood is actually a decent guy. He only hurts people who deserve it, he kills rapists and murders, and he protects kids. Last week, jess saw Red Hood help a kid with their English homework! Honestly, she’d probably marry him if he wasn’t so difficult to talk to. The dude’s social skills need some serious work.
They had just finished taking down a trafficking ring and Hood had taken the kids who didn’t have somewhere to go, to their warehouse. It wasn’t very homey but, the kids seemed comfortable. Hood had given Jess his phone and told her to deal with any calls he receives, before walking away back to the kids.
That was almost an hour ago.
Now, the goons and kids alike were all sitting at this bar counter as Hood cooked them dinner. Seriously? The guy can cook? Maybe Jess will just fix those social skills herself. One of the kids were deep into a story about how Hood had saved her before.
“-there was blood everywhere! It was so gross.” The kid- she looks about five- giggled as she spoke, “Then, Hood gave me one of his knives and said sorry but he had to go. He told me to stay in the area and that he would come back for me.” She looked down then admitted, “I was scared, and I ran.” She then speaks a little louder, “I’m sorry, Hood.”
Hood stopped what he was doing and moved his hands to take his helmet off as he turned around. Hood lifted his helmet and- yep. Jess is so fucked. The guy is beautiful. He smiles at the kid, leans down on the counter to be at a similar height and claims, “It’s okay, Sweetheart.” Then, he asks, “What’s your name?”
She smiles brightly, “My name is Emiline! But everyone calls me Emy.”
“Nice to meet you, Emy. You can call me Hood or Red.” Hood says gently to the kid.
She tilts her head and asks, “You don’t have a nickname?”
“Red Hood is basically my nickname. I picked it myself.”
“Okay!” Emy shouts. “But, why did you pick Red Hood as a name then?”
“That’s- That is not a story for kids.” Hood looks down as he speaks. Or at least Jess thinks so, she can’t really tell with his domino mask on.
“What?!”
“Oh, come on!”
“Really?!”
“Hood, we’re alley kids. We aren’t scared easy!”
Emy nods, “Yeah! Please Hood?”
Hood pauses, thinking it over. Then replies as he moves back to the Spaghetti he’s making, “Maybe tomorrow.”
“Okay!” Emy shouts.
“Hey boss?” George speaks up. George is a pretty nice guy. He has offered to walk Jess home after they get done with work, multiple times. He always smiles and is kind to her. Fuck. Maybe she should be crushing on George instead of their boss.
“Yeah?” Hood asks.
“Why aren’t we-” He gets cut off by the sound of a phone ringing.
Oh fuck. It’s Hood’s phone. The one he trusted Jess with. She clears her throat before answering, “Mr. Hood is currently busy at the moment and won’t be willing to talk until tomorrow.” She looks questioningly at her boss. He nods in response.
“Oh?” The person asks with a laugh.
“Sorry.” Is all she says before hanging up.
Before she can say anything the phone rings again. She answers, “Mr. Hood is currently not available. If this is important leave a message or call back tomorrow.”
“It’s important.”
“Okay. then, what’s your message?” she asks the person.
The person laughs and Jess ignores the urge to hang up, “Tell Hood that his husband is trying to reach him.”
What?
Did Jess hear that right?
“I’m sorry. Can you repeat that?” Jess asks just to make sure.
“Tell Hood that His husband wouldn’t have to call his work phone if he would answer his texts.” Hood’s husband(?) says.
So. Jess heard right then. “Would you give me a moment?” She asks rhetorically as she places the call on hold. She slowly places the phone on the counter and mumbles under her breath, “What the fuck.”
“Everything okay, Jess?” Hood asks.
She looks up at him and stumbles over her words, “Ev- everything is fine. Nothing t- to worry about.”
“Are you sure?” Hood asks again.
Jess nods, “Yeah. I’m just a little shocked.”
Hood tilts his head in question, “What was the message?”
“Um,” She gives a look of confusion as she says, “Your husband wants you to answer your texts.”
Hood freezes. Actually the whole room freezes. No one dares to speak. Hood slowly reaches inside his jacket grabbing something from a hidden pocket. Once he has his hand is back out of his coat, Jess can see that Hood grabbed a phone. She watches as he presses what she assumes is the power button and the screen doesn’t light up. The phone is dead.
“Fuck.” Hood mutters. Then, he quickly places the phone on the counter and holds his hand out in front of Jess.
Right.
She has Hood’s ‘work phone’. She picks the phone up off where she put it on the counter, and then hands it to her boss.
Hood quickly takes it off hold and speaks before the other person can, “Before you say anything, just know that my phone died.” Jess can’t hear what Hood’s husband is saying on the other side of the call. “You already know I can.” Hood flirts? HELLO?! The guy is flirting with- OH RIGHT! Jess don’t be an idiot. Let the guy flirt with his husband. “I will, baby.” Jess hears HER BOSS mutter to his husband. As if remembering he isn’t alone, Hood looks around the room calmly.
He clears his throat before changing his tone slightly and asking, “So, what did you call about?” Whatever Hood’s husband says makes Hood laugh. “Really?” He asks in disbelief. He shakes his head before continuing, “By author. Is there any other way to organize a bookshelf?” He rhetorically asks. What The Fuck. Is jess witnessing the CRIME LORD Red Hood be domestic?!
She looks to her left and gives George a look that says ‘Are you seeing this shit?’ He slowly nods in response.
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Teen Wolf fanfiction recs:
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"His Favorite Nephew" (M) by Anonanonanonana | 1,348 | Peter Hale was never good at following directions if he saw a better way. But he always liked Stiles' plans. That's what made him his favorite.
"Wake Up Dead" 🔒 (E) by bloodwrites | 12,453 | Stiles becomes a vampire at the very beginning of his relationship with Derek. Suddenly he's immortal, and everything changes.
"Red" (M) by ZainClaw | 4,371 | “If you try anything,” the alpha warns him, “I’ll rip your throat out. With my teeth.” Stiles laughs drily, tilting his head to the side. “Likewise.”
"I Will Wait At Your Door" (T) by entanglednow | 2,142 | It turns out that getting between werewolves and hunters is not a good look for him.
"Returning the Favor" (T) by aurevell | 5,164 | Stiles pays a nighttime visit to his boyfriend in secret, or so he thinks. Unfortunately, the Hale family has keener ears than he realizes.
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if i had a nickle for everytime a character i loved said "i don't wanna go." before they died, i'd have three nickles; which isn't alot but it's weird it happened three times, right?
Dead on main writing prompt: Jason gets dosed by a rogue and accidentally exposes his and Danny's relationship......
“And this GIW kidnap ghosts?” Batman asks.
“Totally, Dad.” Jason nods. “But you can’t tell anyone I’m a ghost!” Jason claims.
“You don’t want them to get you?” Diana questions.
“Me?” Jason scoffs, “I don’t give a fuck about me. I just don’t want them to get Danny again.” He says in a duh kind of tone.
“Danny’s a ghost?” Dick asks in shock.
Jason smiles again, “He’s a Halfa; like me.”
“Two Halfas exist?” Zatanna asks sounding shocked.
Jason laughs, “Don’t be silly. There are four of us: Me, My husband, My husband’s clone, and that one asshole.”
“You and Danny are married!” Dick yells.
“Yes, Dickwing. My husband and I are in fact married.” Jason states.
“Why didn’t you invite me to your wedding?!” Dick doesn’t do a very good job hiding the hurt in his voice.
“I will invite you to the human one.”
“Wait, your wedding was a ghost one?” Dick asks.
“Duh.” Jason nods, “we’re only legally married in the Ghost Zone.” Jason then quickly adds, “Or Infinite Realms.” Jason shrugs, “Whatever you want to call it.”
“You’ve been to the infinite realms?” Constatine asks.
“Yeah.” Jason laughs. Then, stops as if realizing something, “Oh, My God.” He looks at his older brother, “Big Bird, Did I tell you that I met Jane Austin? Because I fucking met Jane Austin!”
“That’s- great, Little Wing.” Dick says in shock.
Snapple just ruined my day.
One second i'm drinking a delicious drink and the next second i see a fact, that i in fact did NOT want to know.
"Mountain goats aren't actually goats. They are antelopes."
WHAT???!!
YOU CAN"T JUST SAY THAT??!!
MY LIFE IS LIE?!
What's next: you finna tell me that grass aint green?
Spotify:*gives me a Rosencrance Jackson ad*
Me: (who's been there 6 times) *likes ad*
why are people surprised that gen z vapes????
like ho, this is the same generation who would crush smarties and smoke them in elementary school
if i say i want cheetos and you say you have some, and then you give me HOT FRIES. there Will be a murder. however, if you gave me hot cheetos, you can stay but you're on thin fucking ice.
Me: *Finds obscure crossover ship*
Me: *Writes a fic for obscure crossover ship*
Yall do i post it?
Please i need to know the ship currently has 17 fics
It has 16k words so far.
Should i post???????