Made a pride stimboard for my stressed-out, gay little guy Dr. Root — my unhinged plant biologist from D&D!! 🥺💚🧪🍄🌿 they’re doing their best (questionable) work out there!!!
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Made a pride stimboard for my stressed-out, gay little guy Dr. Root — my unhinged plant biologist from D&D!! 🥺💚🧪🍄🌿 they’re doing their best (questionable) work out there!!!
Incorrect quote #5
Everybody, lit everybody: * creates a mess or shit*
odysseus, mopping the mess or they will die: WHEN WILL YOU LEARN, WHEN WILL YOU LEARN ?! THAT YOUR ACTION HAVE CONSEQUENCES !!!
bow has stressed dad energy
Remy's been in the Dream Palace for the last day or so, meticulously cleaning everything, trying to calm down. His kids... They needed his help he didn't have time for this.
Grey was still sick from that poison, though Riley assured him a couple days of bedrest would help. Loralie and Arin had formed Masky a few times lately, so something was clearly wrong, or just overwhelming. But Loralie had kicked Arin out, and from what Remy understood, Arin had done something stupid in response. Of course Loralie was hurt now because of it. Riley was having his own issues, Remy knew. Guilt had been showing up, or rather been using other people to get into the home.
Remy had been so stupid! He shouldn't have trusted Marco so easily. He didn't know how he'd survived on his own when they were all teens. He'd thought that would be the hardest time, but now he was starting to question it. Cleaning wasn't helping, he was still stressed and freaking out a bit.
Maybe some breathing exercises? Something. He'd be no help to anyone if he couldn't calm down.
He breathed in slowly. Out. In. out. He closed his eyes and tried to let his mind relax. It was okay, he could handle this.
He opened his eyes and glanced around. Now what?
New Tag!
I will tag anything related to S.Coups that I reblog/post with the hashtag: ‘stressed dad’ b/c that’s what he is lol