i feel like you glamorise anxiety, as though it's something to be shown off..
this is literally so fucking offensive?
never in my LIFE have i talked about how “fun” or “cool” it is to have anxiety. it’s crippling. it’s so miserable, i would never wish it on anyone. you think i’m showing off how i wake up wanting to throw up most mornings??? how i almost dropped out of school and quit my job because it was terrifying to even leave my room?? destroying all my friendships because i got so agoraphobic that i pushed my friends away and never went out??? wow ur sooooo right.
honestly this is why i want to fucking delete all of my social media. i can’t talk about jack shit without someone throwing it back in my face.
please unfollow me. and never say this to anyone with a mental illness ever again.
Everybody is talking about the Mike/Eleven relationship this season (and not without good reason) BUT I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT THERE AREN’T MORE PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT THE GLORIOUSNESS THAT IS THE MIKE AND WILL FRIENDSHIP.
Just a few examples of this goodness:
Mike literally refusing to leave Will’s side pretty much from the moment he got infected by the shadow monster until the final episode.
Mike sleeping in a hospital chair next to Will’s bed at the lab
Will confiding in Mike about all the shadow monster episodes
“I’ll take care of him. Let me take him home.” (on halloween night)
Mike instinctually trusting Will about Dart being the demogorgon no questions asked
“If we’re both going crazy then I guess we’ll go crazy together.”
When Will had forgotten a lot of things because of the virus, but he hadn’t forgotten Mike
Mike trying to phone Will throughout the school day when Will didn’t show up to school
Joyce trying to send Mike home when Will’s infected and Mike is just not having ANY of that bullshit
The only time we see Will’s facial expression change when he’s under the control of the shadow monster is when a single tear rolls down his face after Mike has finished telling the story of the day they met
Oh no Will’s in trouble! *first thing we see is a camera pan to Mike’s worried face*
Oh so when Will wakes up in the disguised shack of course Hopper will be there in case something goes wrong. Joyce and Jonathan obviously, because family. Oh and Mike Wheeler, despite the fact that the rest of their gang of friends remained in the house.
are you telling me that mike and will are like family because i am not emotionally ready to deal with that
When they’re all telling stories to get Will to snap out of it and Will’s own mother and brother have told heart-wrenching emotional stories and nothing’s come of it and the thing that finally gets Will to fight back and start replying in morse code is Mike telling Will about the day they met
Basically my emotions went everywhere when Mike was talking about the day that he became friends with Will
“It was the best thing that I’ve ever done.”
You can go on and on about any of the other relationships between characters. But you cannot deny that the friendship between Mike and Will is literally the purest thing to ever exist on television.
To conclude, why are people not talking more about this beautiful example of everything good about the world that is Will Byers and Mike Wheeler’s friendship
Aaaaand that concludes the previous part of my lil comic series! Which doesn’t mean I’ll stop making comics from now on, but I’ll probably take a break and then the next ones are gonna be less plot-driven and more slice of life snippets. Or I’ll post a giant sketch dump. Thank you for the AMAZING support on my previous posts, I wasn’t expecting such a wave of positive feedback! :’D It really means a lot <3 Hope you enjoy!
Kirishima is the designated spider killer, except he doesn’t
kill them, he takes them outside. If someone freaks out they might bite him, he
just hardens his hands and grins reassuringly.
If someone screams “KAMINARI” in a tone of pure panic,
everyone else knows that the person’s laptop or phone is about to die and they haven’t saved
their work. Kaminari will vault couches to get to them. It’s probably the most
heroic he gets to be on a semi daily basis.
Bakugou and Satou are teeth cleaning fiends. They always
scold or remind their classmates to brush.
It’s second nature for everyone to remove drinks or
breakable objects from around Iida when he gets into talking. They don’t even
If Shouji isn’t around, Ochako is the second person they go
to for getting things down from tall places because she can just float to it.
One time Ochako, Iida, Izuku and Todoroki were all out
shopping, and Ochako found a great deal (like, great deal) on some kind of
frozen food. But it was so warm out that she was worried it would thaw before
they got back. Cue a puzzled (but totally fine with it) Todoroki keeping it
cold on their way back to the dorms.
Bakugou has a little spot in the kitchen reserved for his
hot sauces. Someone (read: everyone) keeps adding new kinds to it when he’s not
looking. He’s secretly pleased even if he’s pissed he can’t seem to catch
anyone in the act.
Momo makes fidget toys for everyone around exam times. She
carefully personalizes them to stand up to everyone’s Quirks.
The boys love to go to Jirou for playlists to work out to.
She makes the best ones.
Hello there! Long time, no see (my bad I know) but, here: an Alicia Zimmermann-centric piece as she goes to Parents’ Weekend during Jack’s freshmen year. [focus on Alicia, Jack, and Shitty] 6k
Somewhere, deep in her heart, Alicia Zimmermann knows she is a bad mother.
It started out as a worry, as maybe it does for all new mothers, that she will be a bad mother. That she won’t know what to do with a baby or a toddler that one day she will accidentally drop him or forget to feed him or feed him something he is actually allergic to or maybe she’ll scar him emotionally somehow and she worried but she survived his childhood okay. And then, after he was five or six, she stopped worrying about it. She thought she was doing pretty good. Jack had hockey and loved hockey and, sure, they didn’t have deep emotional talks but she didn’t exactly have any basis of comparison. Television families told her she was doing okay. No teenage boy wanted to have deep talks with his mother. And, look, if Jack didn’t talk to her all that much as he turned 12 and then 13, at least he was still talking to his father. Mostly still about hockey but she… she thought that had counted. Hockey was like French, to her. Another language she could understand but couldn’t quite speak. But Bob could. He was on top of it. Jack was taken care of.
She loved Jack. That was never the problem. The problem was that her love wasn’t enough. It didn’t matter. It didn’t alert her to any of the facts and maybe it even blinded her– She loved her son and her son loved hockey and so she loved hockey too. She loved her son and then her son seemed to love a boy named Kent and they never talked about it but she let Kent come over all the time and she figured they would discuss it at some point. She just… assumed everything was okay. Even after he was diagnosed with the anxiety disorder and given pills. It was always… well, that was a little problem but it’s handled and under control and everything is okay now.
See. Bad mother.
A good mother would have known somehow.
A good mother would have pushed and prodded or sensed it without even having to be told.
A good mother would have paid attention to how hard Jack was on himself. A good mother would have made sure her son had interests outside of hockey. A good mother would have known that Jack’s long silences after losses weren’t normal. A good mother would have preached balance and fostered friendships with different types of people and stopped the fucking hockey.
She didn’t though. Stop the hockey. No, not Alicia Zimmermann. She encouraged it. She went to the games and cheered the loudest and she even loved it a little bit because she thought it brought him joy, like his father. She bought into the vision: Jack playing hockey like Bob, the Zimmermann legacy continued throughout the ages…
God, she even used to tease Jack about how it took his father three years to win a Cup and she was sure Jack could manage it faster than his old man.
A good mother wouldn’t have done that. So, see, she’s always been a bad mother. Even now, now that she’s almost lost him, now that she’s promised to do better, now that she’s finally read all the books and online articles about anxiety and pressure and the danger of sports and hockey culture… now she’s still just as bad. Just for different reasons.
Now she is a bad mother because it’s Saturday afternoon and he’s been at Samwell for almost three months and she does not feel like mothers are supposed to feel in this moment.
She glances around. At the sea of other mothers and fathers crammed onto Samwell’s campus for Parents’ Weekend. They are not nervous. They are excited. Happy. Enthusiastic. Overjoyed to see the teenager they had left just a couple months ago again. To her right is a father almost (but not quite) breaking into a run to give his son a hug. To her left, a mother has burst into tears. Happy tears.
And then there’s her. She’s not excited to see Jack. Well, no. No, it’s not that she’s not excited. She is. She is. (She is. She repeats it once more just to remind herself). She is just…
She is nervous too. More nervous than she is excited.