Gentle reminder that you don’t have to have Hell Brain™ ringing on your doorbell every five seconds to be mentally ill. Sometimes we have good patches. Sometimes we become numb and void and stop feeling so bad. Your neurodivergence is not something that disappears just because you’ve grown used to it or it fades into the background. It’s still there, you’re still valid.
do you ever think about newborn syvlari and other races
like how many brawls in the Citadeal are from someone being a bit gruff with a sapling and suddenly being surrounded by a warband that’s basically adopted a plant bandmate because that sylvari called them “the most dangerous warriors they’ve ever seen!” and now they teach them drills and gave them a bandname
an Asuran krewe flipping off another krewe because the sapling that they befriended is basically a new tall assistant that absorbs all this new information like a sponge, thinks they’re the smartest Asuran krewe in the world and understood that complex equation from the second they fell off the tree unlike SOME asura, Phlunt
Human’s who are so happy to see someone with an interest in their history, their god,s their traditions - veen if that someone is a baby plant person and they nearly had the whole farm crying when they discovered chicks where a thing and sat covered in a fluffy, yellow mass of chicks and is now guarded by hens (because that’s a big plant chick and they love their big plant chick)
Norn who practically glide away from conversations with saplings, fresh off the tree and baffled by snow - who listens with wide eyes about their adventures, about the spirits of the wilds, who practically sings their praises to the Grove and back over all this Norn has seen and the first time they see a Norn transform, they think the Norn is a spirit of the wild and yes the big Norn needed a hug cuz the small plant called them the greatest legend
i love my personality disorder and how it just [clenches fist] takes the fact that one person can have said something negative about me and makes me believe literally everyone hates me…. and once i feel like literally everyone hates me i fall into an instant crashing depression that disconnects me from any ounce of identity i have because apparently im still constantly balancing on the opinions of those who see me, despite spending only about 7% of my time outside of my house
There are glances across the room. Like nothing has changed. Like everything has changed.
It feels familiar and yet… new.
It confuses him.
It’s not like the hate is suddenly gone. Harry still feels it whenever he looks at him. But it’s different now.
He can’t really describe it. He has tried several times. Ron and Hermione have asked him about it. They’ve noticed something is “off”, as they call it.
“It’s not that we’re not glad you aren’t fighting anymore. There’s been enough fighting,” Hermione had said.
“Yeah, it’s just… weird, you know. Now you’re just staring at each other,” Ron had added.
Harry sighs as he tries to remember what he told them. It was probably something vague. Because… what Ron and Hermione don’t know… Harry has been meeting him. At night. In secret. They would just sit together and talk. But, Harry supposes, not like other people would.
They each take turns talking, while the other listens. Just listens. There are no interruptions, no judgement. They just each let the other talk. It’s been weirdly therapeutic. And also soothing.
Yesterday was Harry’s turn and after talking about his godson and Quidditch and classes, he also recounted one of his nightmares. He never talks about them with anyone. He doesn’t want to hear what they mean or that maybe he should see a mind healer. He knows perfectly well what they mean. So, simply talking about it, having the opportunity to get it out in the open and out of his system… it’s freeing. Harry also never appreciated before, how much it means when somebody listens, really just listens to him. It is a whole new experience.
As Harry makes his way to the tower nobody wants to go to anymore, he wonders what he will talk about tonight. Sometimes he talks about his mother. Never about his father. Sometimes he doesn’t say anything at all and they just sit there in silence. At first, Harry thought this was a waste of time. But it was in that silence, he realized that something really is different between them. It’s as if something between them has… shifted.
So when Harry sees Draco enter the tower, his body doesn’t go rigid. It relaxes. When Draco sits down beside him and their fingers touch, Harry doesn’t pull away. He welcomes the warmth. When Draco doesn’t say anything, Harry isn’t annoyed. He understands.
It’s in that moment, as Draco lays his head on Harry’s shoulder and Harry puts an arm around his waist, that he knows. He never thought he could be this sure. But he is. He knows.
so i remade just over a week ago (prev lovfx and tallgf) and i figured this is a bit overdue since i hadn’t done one on my last blog. i don’t interact w anyone much lately but i want yall to know i’m supporting each and every one of you !! you all make me so happy and make this …… time consuming hellsite a lot better
here’s a little legend: i was gonna do a thing for faves but i realized two things 1) i can’t choose faves bc i love too many and 2) yall probably don’t remember me and would think it’s weird. but anyway !! i love you all so much !!
♡Don’t imagine Keith or Lance accidentally drinking a love portion
♡They don’t know it’s a love potion just a tasty drink
♡Shiro rushes over to tell them but is stopped by the fact that neither of them are really reacting? ??
♡they look to be fine? Pidge what the heck u said they both just took a super strong love potion that would have them heads-over-heals for each other????
♡they. .. did ??? They should be smitten as kittens right now? ??
♡they decide to step back and just watch the two for side effect
♡they wouldn’t let their teammates suffer under the lack of control of a love potion but… if it was a dud or something???
♡then no need to worry them right?
♡so the days go on and. ..
♡the Red and Blue paladins argue, bicker, make fun, and spar with eachother as they do everyday
♡pidge and Hunk keep a close eye on them tho
♡"so like??? Did the potion not work???“
♡"or maybe they already???”
♡"they already like eachoth–!“ Pidge has to practically climb Hunk to throw a hand over his mouth so Lance and Keith don’t hear him
♡this was in fact not needed as it seemed the Red and Blue paladins where completely 100% focused
♡the day comes to an end along with the timer pidge set for how long the potion would last and…
♡and nothing happened