You know what really upsets me about Age of Ultron (other than basically everything having to do with Natasha, Bruce, and Clint)?
Age of Ultron acted like Iron Man 3 never happened. What happened to PTSD Tony? That doesn’t just disappear?? Why did they ignore that part of his character?
It makes me so angry/sad. :/ Especially since Iron Man 3’s representation of panic attacks gave me so much confidence. And it feels like they just threw that away.
A long time ago I had made a post that said something along the lines of “If Iron Man can have panic attacks and still be a hero/save the day, so can I.” And that post BLEW UP because so many people related to it and found strength in it. So many comments and tags on it were so encouraging.
And then Age of Ultron makes no reference to that characterization of Tony… Okay… ://///

hurrayitsmk asked:

Hi I love your blog! I was wondering if there were any fic with Derek or Stiles coming back from war? like they are in the army or military and are human? Also are there any where one of them gets hurt in action and comes home like and amputee? Again I love your blog!

Hello HurrayItsmk and Anon! I’ve separated these fics into two: the first being Derek coming home fics, and the latter being where there’s an injury involved.

Derek Coming Home AUs:

Arrivals by EnchantedEvil

(442 I General I Complete)

Derek comes home from war.

Hero by lowlifetheory

(468 I General I Complete)

Stiles waits for Derek to come home.

Dress Blue Eyes by SurprisinglySane

(887 I General I Complete)

Stiles really hates eating in the school cafeteria, but Scott insisted since “it was cold outside.” Which was insane since it was sunny and about seventy degrees. But looking around the crowded room he saw the uniform first, then the electric blue eyes flashing beneath the black rim of the white hat. One thought flashed through his mind:

fucking no

Everyday Will Be Like A Holiday by wirewrappedlily

(1,395 I General I Complete)

When Stiles woke at ten the next morning, Derek was curled tight around him, Erica’s head in the dip of Derek’s waist, and Isaac’s thin form thrown over their legs, Scott lying around both Stiles and Isaac while Lydia slept in as small a ball as possible on Stiles’s chest, Boyd’s hand on her head as if she’d had a nightmare. Stiles smiled to himself, going back to staring at Derek’s sleeping features. The curve of his eyelashes and the relaxed shape of his mouth. He wanted to trace his finger over the line of Derek’s nose, leave hickies over the straight edge of Derek’s jaw. It was new and old and so good Stiles wanted to cry.

Derek was home.

A Soldier Surprise by Eburn

(2,765 I General I Complete)

The one where Derek is a Soldier and Stiles is at Uni, and they’re engaged. Derek surprises Stiles by coming home early.

Coming Home by WyldeWombat

(3,766 I Teen I Complete)

Derek joined the military over four years ago, and Stiles doesn’t get to see his mate very much. In fact, he hasn’t seen Derek in over a year. Little does he know, Derek is coming home. 

Coming Home with an Injury:

A return to normalcy by afullrevolution

(1,193 I General I Complete I Warning: PTSD, Seizures, Homophobia I This one is Soldeir!Stiles, but I thought you might still be interested.)

Stiles is 23 years old, recently (honorably) discharged from the service, and struggling to find what’s ‘normal’. Derek claims ‘normal’ doesn’t exist. 

Traveling Soldier by Angelwithwingsoffire

(3,006 I Not Rated (Angsty says: General) I Complete I Waiter!Stiles)

Stiles works in a diner when one day a soldier walks in, dressed in army greens and sits down at one of Stiles’s booths. They end up talking and soon enough Stiles is sending letters off to one Sergeant Derek Hale, until one day, the letters stop. 

The Spoils of War Series by weathervaanes

(total of 23,297 I Explicit I Complete I Warning: Panic Attacks I Also heavily features Scira)

Army Medic Scott McCall returns home after an eight-month mission in South America. He brings along with him his friend Derek Hale, honorably discharged after a severe injury leaves him incapable of returning to active duty. He doesn’t bring back the woman he had taken with him.

-0-

He’s still in his thoughts when he hears a squeak and a gasp and then he’s lunging forward, all instinct, and catching a body. The woman in his arms is petite, pretty eyes, thin nose. She looks absolutely shocked, and there are papers everywhere, but she has one hand on his shoulder and she’s gazing up at him.

“They just waxed the floor,” Scott says. “I saw them do it.”

She blinks. “Yeah. Thursdays. Waxing. I forgot.”

Enjoy the (bittersweet) tears,

Angsty

The Police Taboo That Might be Quietly Contributing to Brutality

Mental health and post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) are illnesses often associated with veterans and active soldiers, but it can also wreak havoc on police officers. In fact, more officers die from suicide than from being killed in the line of duty, according to the International Association of Chiefs of Police. It is likely the suicide rate is actually higher, as many suicides are not reported as having been suicides.

‘I think I have denied having [a debilitating mental disorder] for years. It’s a survival skill. You put it out of your mind and you get on with your life.’ She paused. 'I mean, you have momentary flashes of what is real in periods of crisis and your face them, but then your mind seems to leap over the illness. You forget you were out sick, much less that you are living with a life–threatening disease. The curious thing in all of this is that I have never acknowledge my anger over [loss] as a young woman. Isn’t that strange? Why would that come up now, after almost 16 years? I’m angry.’
—  Refuge, Terry Tempest Williams (the original quote is about cancer, but what are PTSD and bpd if not cancers of the soul).

Are there resources for understanding why one deserves recovery (specifically from PTSD).

My therapist and I are at the point where I have recognised what will help me and all that, but last session I ended up sobbing and refusing to talk about it because I absolutely can not understand that I deserve it. And I really want to understand.

Any help is appreciated. Much love x

Fucking P fucking S fucking A

ABUSE AND PTSD

  • Don’t fucking hit your children.
  • Don’t fucking scream to your children.
  • Don’t fucking lead your children to think that it’s all their fault.
  • Don’t fucking remove essential contact methods and coping resources from your children.
  • Don’t fucking try to force a path on your children.
  • Don’t fucking misgender your children.
  • Don’t fucking be ableist towards your children.
  • Don’t fucking threat your children.
  • Don’t fucking try to control everything your children do.
  • Don’t fucking try to make your children a copy of yourself.
  • Don’t fucking sexually abuse your children.
  • Don’t fucking be homophobic/transphobic/etc towards your children.
  • Don’t fucking try to change your children’s world views to match yours because.
  • Don’t fucking try to kill your children to create a traumatized robot.
  • Don’t fucking judge your children for being themselves.

IF YOU CAN’T DO ANY OF THIS

  • Don’t fucking have children
  • Period.

UGH! FUCK!

The call that changed him.

When I was a kid my dad came home from an EMS call and broke down. I didn’t really understand it then. 

He had responded to an MVA. A drunk driver had hit two young sisters as they were crossing the street. When he hit them they were launched in the air with such force that their shoes remained on the pavement where they once stood. My dad, another EMT and a paramedic worked on the girls. They brought them to the hospital where they were pronounced. 

The paramedic, he resigned that night. The other EMT, he never went on another call again. My dad, he hugged his children a little tighter every day from then on out. He was never the same after that call. 

Years later, on what would have been the girls’ 18th birthday, their mom came to our house, along with the other EMT and the paramedic. It was closure. Closure they all needed. Ten years later they still weren’t ok.

It’s been about 15 years since that call and my dad still doesn’t like talking about it. He still has flashbacks. 

So if you’ve had a bad call and are upset, or beating yourself up over not being able to move past it, know it’s ok. It doesn’t make you less of a person, it doesn’t make you a bad EMT. 

It’s ok to struggle, what’s not ok is struggling alone.

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Newtown Connecticut - A police officer, Thomas Bean, 38, says he has been unable to work since the Sandy Hook School Shooting. Officer Bean was diagnosed with PTSD after being traumatized by the things he saw after Adam Lanza went into the elementary school and killed 20 children and 6 adults. 

Officer Bean says he has not been able to pick up a gun since the shooting took place. A Connecticut Legal Panel ordered the police department to pay Officer Bean more than $380,000. The decision was handed down on Thursday.

The Police Departments contract with it’s police union states that the police department needs to pay Officer Bean half of his salary until he reaches retirement age. That is roughly $381,000 over 11 years. 

The Town had tried to stop Officer Bean from collecting disability payments back in June, but they were unable to. The Police Chief had suggesting firing Officer Bean since he never reported back to work. The last day he came in to work was the day of the shooting, December 14th, 2012. The Chief later decided against that idea.

Officer Bean had been on the police force for 12 years when Adam Lanza went on his rampage. Bean says that nothing, absolutely nothing, could prepare someone to see the horror of that day. He says it was the very worst possible thing you could think of. 

Officer Bean seems to be the only Officer who responded to Sandy Hook, who has filed for disability after a PTSD diagnosis. 

In the Storms, olicity roadtrip/summer rewatch fic

Ten days into their roadtrip, Felicity wakes Oliver from a particularly bad dream and discovers that, eight years after the boat went down, Oliver still has nightmares when thunderstorms roll in. So Felicity offers to help Oliver get over his fear and see the beauty in the storms. Based in part on that scene from 1x01 where Oliver wakes from a nightmare during a storm and accidentally attacks his mother.


In the Storms

“Anyone can love you when the sun is shining. In the storms is where you learn who truly cares for you.” – Source unknown


He’s on the plane: the one he took to Starling City with Ra’s Al Ghul. The one he planned to sabotage in the hopes of taking down Ra’s, the Alpha/Omega virus, and – ultimately –himself.

Only he’s alone. The engine rumbles underneath him, and he knows that the plane’s aloft, but there’s no one here. No dead bodies, no live ones. No Ra’s, and no Nyssa. It’s just him. Just Oliver.

Suddenly, the plane starts to shudder. Over the roaring of the engine, Oliver can just make out the sound of air howling faster around the plane. Through the open bay doors he spots dark clouds and heavy rain.

Then it hits without warning: a bright flash lights up the sky and a bolt of lighting strikes the wing of the plane, causing the fuselage to groan and crack. The plane takes a dive to one side, and Oliver finds himself stumbling forward toward the cockpit.

He reaches the cockpit just in time to see a second bolt of lightning strike the other wing of the plane. The nose of the plane takes a dive, and suddenly it’s in freefall. Oliver cries out as the plane’s erratic motions send him crashing into the console. He grabs onto the arms of the pilot’s chair and maneuvers himself into it. He buckles himself in and glances out the windshield. He doesn’t even have to look at the plane’s controls to know that he’s screwed.

The wind’s howling past his ears, louder than anything he’s ever heard. Oliver puts his hands over his ears. Lighting flashes in the sky, and rumbles of thunder shake the atmosphere so hard that the plane shudders around him. Oliver feels himself starting to panic. He clutches the arms of the chair and tries to slow his breathing, but the plane’s falling faster and faster. He can’t breathe, can’t see straight, can’t think. His heart’s pounding and he’s going to die before the plane even makes impact.

But he doesn’t.

Oliver stays alive long enough to feel the plane crash into the ocean outside of Starling City, hitting the surface with a force of impact equal to concrete. He lives long enough to hear the cockpit windows shatter, long enough to feel the small space quickly fill with water.

He lives long enough to hear her voice.

Oliver?

Felicity? he calls back.

It’s her, he knows it’s her. Even with the water pouring in, even with the storm raging above him, even with his heart pounding out of his chest, Oliver would know her voice anywhere.

Oliver? she calls to him again.

Felicity!

Oliver thrashes in his seat, forgetting about his seatbelt in his haste to get to her. He grasps at the belt with trembling hands, but he can’t get it off. It must have jammed on impact. Oliver grabs the straps in his hands and tries to yank them away, but he can’t. He grips so tight his hands start to bleed, but he can’t do anything. He’s trapped, and the water is getting higher by the second.

Oliver, where are you? Oliver, help me!

She must be on the plane with him. Somehow, some way, she made it onto the plane and he missed her. Oliver struggles against his restraints once more, but he’s panicking horribly now, breathing erratic, and he nearly blacks out.

He stops struggling, gasping uselessly for air.

Oliver, I can’t find you. Where are you?

The water’s up to his neck now, and he can still see the lighting flashing high up in the sky even though the plane is fully submerged.

Felicity! Oliver screams her name, voice shaking as badly as he is.

Help me! Please! Oliver!

Felicity! he screams again. Feli-

He turns his face up to the ceiling as the water reaches his mouth. He spits it out and uses his last bit of air to whisper her name like a plea:

Felicity.

The water covers his head and he’s drowning. He’s drowning – again – and all he can hear is her.

Oliver! Oliver, come back to me! Oliver? Oliver, wake up! Wake up! Please!

He can’t breathe, he knows he’s going to die, and the last thing he’ll ever hear is the woman he loves calling to him, begging him to-

“WAKE UP!”

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Thanks to a historic vote Thursday in the Senate Appropriations Committee, vets may soon get the treatment they need. By an 18-to-12 margin, senators approved an amendment to a massive military spending bill that would allow VA physicians to recommend the use of marijuana to treat post-traumatic stress disorder and other serious injuries and conditions. But there are still hurdles to pass.