In January of 2016, Alterna Comics tweeted about wanting to see an Aquatbats comic. After an enormous amount of “likes” and “retweets,” Peter Simeti (founder/owner of Alterna) found himself in a discussion with the band. Months passed and nothing really came to fruition. Being a huge fan of the band–and their tv show–I wanted to move things along.
So I made a proof-of-concept pitch with @axureneas. You know, the natural thing to do.
Our pitch was a direct continuation of “The Aquabats! Super Show!” Being true to the tv iteration of the band, different art styles would pop up in every issue. This would’ve been done through the help of various creators from around the world. So, in a way, it would’ve been a fun lil mixtape anthology.
While nothing really came of this short, I’m still immensely happy about how things turned out. With KISS and Gwar comics on the horizon, maybe enough likes, RTs, and reblogs will show the band that fans really want a comic!
warnings: smut, violence, swearing. that’s pretty much it. also, it may contain some physical descriptions that might not fit yours. :)
Imagine: Five years has passed; now it’s time to face yours biggest fears and try to save the people you love.
Word Count: 3217
in the past five years, had learnt a few tricks on sneaking out of
her house to meet up with Kol Mikaelson, her best friend and, as it
was bound to happen, caring boyfriend too. It had to be a hidden
relationship, though, for his parents could never know she still remained so
close to him.
A couple of months ago, his mother, Esther,
decided to forbid their friendship. According to the brown haired
boy, she said it was way too dangerous to be close to such a wicked
family as the Hales; he could get hurt and the great matriarch could
not bear losing another child. Although Henrik’s death was not your
fault, it was horrible to be accused like that.
Taking a deep
breath, Y/N decided to shake those thoughts out of her head. They
brought up a dark side of her: it got her wishing to make the blonde
woman pay for all of that; through torture or maybe even put an end
to her life. Again, this was the vicious wolf speaking; craving
“Kol?” Y/N/N queried, in a whisper.
“Are you in here?”
"Im sorry i called you at 3 am. I needed you" with Seven?
He shouldn’t have been here. It was a mistake made out of a harsh judgement to defend her at any costs possible, and it had ended up raising the stakes for her even more. And yet here he was, sitting only a couple feet away from her while she had been tucked in bed and he had been typing incessantly on his keyboard; so often to alleviate the tension in his shoulders from being around her that the keys themselves had been rubbed off into nothingness. He couldn’t stand it, the idea of her being in danger, and yet he was the source of nearly all of it. His nerve came in the form of two downed Phd Pepper drinks and a gnawed pen that now looked more like a crooked tree branch than a writing utensil at that point.
Simply being around her was enough to have him in cold sweat, and he thinks that he should leave, leave and not come back so he can return to living in hiding and keeping her at a distance. To have her so close to him was making him uncomfortable solely because he knew that he cared more about her than he had any business to, and that this would’ve been so much easier if she had chose anyone else but him. Anyone. At the same time, his heart swells at the idea that she chose him out of everyone too, despite how much he chides himself for the thought afterwards. Saeyoung was someone entirely different than her as someone who was destined to spend his life in secrecy and hiding and pretending– and while she could live a life of normalcy in a world where she was allowed to exist, he was not.
She had family and friends who would go looking for her if she were to disappear off the face of the earth. Saeyoung’s life however only consisted of a broken mother and an estranged brother, neither of who he was allowed to be around again. And there’s something utterly disheartening about the idea that the contact he secretly craved so much was something that could never exist. So why would he try and dangle herself in front of him as if she was attainable? No matter what she told him, he knew very well what was in store for her if he gave in.
His phone rings shrill into the night, and he takes off his headphones to see that it’s her. Now what did she want? He knew his exasperation only stemmed from himself. He could never blame her, not in a million years, even if the insults he spewed at her seemed to say otherwise. “What do you want?”
“I’m sorry I called at 3am. I needed you.” The worst are a choked whisper and he can hear her behind him too; and it’s there he no longer can stand it. He couldn’t help himself around her when she sounded like that, even if he was supposed to be keeping his distance. It was a rock and a hard place for him, spewing insults at her but breaking the moment he saw the first tear. So he opts to say nothing at all as he turns around and gets up, gentle eyes rendered into sadness as he glances over the figure curled up on the bed with a phone pressed to her ear.
“You shouldn’t.” There was an expected harshness to his words as they curled out of his lips and yet they only managed to come out gentle and warm, against his own will. He was weak with her, he knew that, he was awful to her, he knew that too. He knew that he couldn’t comfort her either, at least not like anyone else could. And so he does the only thing he knows how, rubbing her back as she pushed out one sob after another, not allowing himself to do anything more. He couldn’t.
After learning about Vulcans’ response to chocolate and sugar, McCoy decided to pursue an experiment to see what the reaction to other items would be. However, he only made it as far as vanilla when, after putting a few drops of vanilla essence into Spock’s lunch, the Vulcan became lethargic, started asking the replicator for pizza rolls and proceeded to stare out the view screen muttering things about how space is so huge, just like… really big, man.
lazytown characters as things my cats do/have done
sportacus: often runs across the house at light speed
robbie: sat in the same (inconvenient) spot for 5+ hours, mostly slept, but occasionally moved to yawn or reposition themselves
stephanie: headbutts both humans and other cats because they love everyone
ziggy: started eating a slice of pork on the counter, but once they heard me walk in the room they bolted off the counter with the pork in their mouth because they knew they weren’t supposed to be eating that
trixie: pulled the entire tablecloth off of the table, along with a plate and a glass cup that both shattered (very loudly) on the ground
stingy: often steals socks, but always has to meow once he’s done (to let people know that it’s HIS) once he even stole like 5 pairs and put them in a pile under a table, we couldn’t find them for days
pixel: will sit right in front of my face whenever i use my phone before bed, looks as if they want to see what’s on my phone
bessie: loves talking (meowing) at both people and cats
milford: lives in constant fear
glanni: when we first adopted them they were super nice and sweet, but after a few weeks showed their True Colors as a grumpy, first class drama queen
The Crack Fic Muse strikes again. Honestly, you couldn’t make this up, and believe me I didn’t. I mean seriously, who boils eggs in a kettle?? *side eyes* @goodbyecommander
“This tastes like ass.”
“I’m sorry?” Erwin looks up from his newspaper and peers at his husband across the breakfast table.
“This tea. It tastes like ass.”
Levi glares at his tea with an expression that could curdle milk. Luckily he drinks his tea black.
“Like ass?” Erwin is doing a poor job of disguising his smirk.
“And not in a good way.” Levi adds sternly.
“I thought you liked…” Erwin starts innocently.
“Don’t say it. Don’t fucking say it.”
Erwin returns his attention to the local newspaper he’s flicking through on the table.
“Did you rinse the cup properly? You always leave soap on the cups. You have to rinse them after washing or everything tastes like fucking detergent.”
“I always rinse your tea cups after washing them darling.”
Erwin learned the hard way that Levi’s tea cups were to be carefully washed and rinsed by hand. Not just dunked in soapy water, and never on any account to be placed in the dishwasher.
“The tea must be out of date then.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Did you check the date?”
“No, but I know it’s not it of date because I opened a new packet this morning.” Erwin explains patiently. “You finished the last packet last night, remember?”
Levi continues glaring at his tea cup as Erwin browses through the newspaper, unperturbed by his husband’s mood. He’s always a little short tempered in the mornings before he’s had his first cup of tea. An advert in the newspaper catches Erwin’s eye.
“Oh look, there’s a new Brazilian restaurant opening in town. We should go!”
“No.” “For old times sake?” Erwin adds hopefully.
“No fucking way.”
Silence reigns over the breakfast table for a few peaceful moments until Levi takes another sip of tea.
“Fucking disgusting. The kettle must need washing.”
“I washed it out yesterday after making lunch.”
“Why were you using the kettle at lunchtime?” Levi peers suspiciously across the table at Erwin. “Did you break your cafetiere in the dishwasher again?”
“No, not since the last time.”
“Why were you using the kettle then?”
Levi’s frown is deepening.
“I was making eggs.”
“I was boiling eggs.”
“I was boiling eggs in the kettle.”
Levi gapes at Erwin, mouth hanging open, eyes blown wide. It’s not too dissimilar to the expression on his face when he came last night. Erwin can’t help smiling fondly at the mental image.
“What. The. Fuck?” Levi spits, horror and disbelief dripping from every word. “Why the fuck were you boiling eggs in the kettle?”
“I was hungry,” Erwin replies reasonably. Clearly that explains everything.
“Don’t we have a pan for that kind of thing?” Levi asks, voice laced with cold rage.
“I couldn’t find the lid and I was in a hurry. It worked really well actually!” Erwin continues, pleased with his clever innovation. Erwin prides himself on being a creative and resourceful thinker. “You can fit five eggs in there you know. I just boiled the kettle and then let it sit for ten minutes or so. Perfect boiled eggs! And don’t worry, I washed the kettle thoroughly afterwards.”
Levi’s mouth is hanging open again, face scarlet with fury. Erwin stops.
“Are you all right darling? You look a little flushed.”
“Right that’s it Smith.” Levi snaps. “Divorce. Now.”
He tugs off his wedding band and slams it down on the table. Erwin slowly raises his eyebrows. He’s used to his husband’s theatrics by now.
“You can keep the fucking kettle. I’m having the house.”
That’s when the doorbell rings.
Levi leaps to his feet, marches down the hall and hauls open the door.
“What the fuck do you want?”
The man on the doorstep blanches as he looks down at the tiny ball of quivering fury.
“Umm…. sorry to bother you sir, Water Board.”
He flashes a laminated card at Levi and points nervously to the badge on his overalls.
“Can I help you sir?” Erwin asks smoothly from behind Levi’s shoulder.
“Oh,” the man almost crumples with relief at the sight of Erwin’s calm polite smile. “Sorry sir, Water Board, we’ve going to have to turn your water off for an hour, we’re working on the mains, you might have noticed your water doesn’t taste quite right, but we’ll have it fixed in no time.”
“Thank you for letting us know,” Erwin slides his arm round Levi’s shoulders. “My husband was just commenting that the water seemed a bit off, weren’t you darling?”
“Well, sorry to bother you sirs.”
The man is already backing away down the path.
“Not a problem, have a nice day.”
Erwin waves at the workman as he departs.
“You’re still a fucking moron,” Levi huffs.
Erwin just smiles and hands his husband the wedding ring that he’d left lying on the kitchen table. Levi slides it back onto his finger with a scowl.
“And you’re buying me a new fucking kettle.”
“Anything you say darling,” Erwin replies, kissing his husband sweetly on the head. “I’d offer to make you fresh tea, but since the water is off, we’ll just have to think of some other way to get that nasty taste out of your mouth….”
Since it's a thing: Lazytown characters as things I've done
Sportacus: Was really high and ate 16 apples, core and stalk included.
Robbie: Slept for three days straight and woke up feeling tired so I had an after sleep nap.
Stephanie: Was the only person who could do a front drop on the trampoline in PE just because everyone else was too skinny to get bounceback.
Trixie: Fooled my sister into believing we were an hour late to school when it was a Saturday and only told her once she was in a blind panic.
Stingy: Made myself sick eating chocolate so nobody else could have any.
Pixel: Blew my friends mind by cleaning a computer mouse that was really dusty when they’d been thinking it was the computer not connecting to it properly.
Ziggy: Bet someone I could fit five digestive biscuits in my mouth. I won.
Milford: Cried because after three hours of constant revising, my teacher wouldn’t let me knit a scarf in my free period because it was supposed to be time spent studying despite that it was all I’d been doing all day.
Bessie: Sharpened my nails into claws just so I could freak out the girl who sat beside me in science class.
Íþró: Fell down the stairs and broke my ankle but still went to a play before getting it looked at because I promised my friend I’d go.
Glanni: Wore a ring that was actually a very well concealed knuckle duster to prom because some girl said I’d spread rumours about her (that she herself had spread) and wanted to fight me. She didn’t have the guts in the end.
Jives: Got high when I was meant to be going out with dad’s friend and her parents, her mother spoke Russian to me and I nearly had a panic attack because I thought I’d forgotten the entire English language.
For those who don't get why United Airlines are shit:
Your car has a five person capacity. You offer to seven people a ride, knowing your car only fits five people besides you. Five people get in the car and the other two need to get in. Karen says she’ll find a ride elsewhere so that one of the extra people can get a ride. Joe says, “No, you promised me a ride. I have places to be. I’m not giving up my ride because you can’t count.”
That 👏doesn’t mean 👏👏 you get to kick Joe out of your car 👏👏👏 because you want to give that extra person a ride 👏👏
A/N: This is the end!!! I honestly thought it would have more chapters, but the entire story that I wanted to tell fit naturally into five, so five chapters it is! Thanks for reading!!
As much as he wants to stay awake with Scully and make a plan for tonight, Mulder is still not recovered from his ordeal in the blizzard, and as a consequence, he sleeps for much of the day. Scully is there every time he wakes, reading in the chair by his bed, studying case notes, nibbling on a plate of fruit from downstairs, napping by his side. At seven o'clock, she pulls him out of bed and makes him get dressed.
“We need to get you moving before you grow roots in that bed,” she tells him, quelling his grumbling protests. "Let’s go and have dinner downstairs tonight.“
"We can just as easily order it up to our room,” Mulder argues, but Scully remains firm.
“There’s no telling what will happen tonight,” she says. "For all we know, you and I could end up running through the snow in the middle of the night again. That’s going to be much harder to do if you’re stiff and sore because you haven’t used your legs all day.“ He’s about to continue fighting her, but the cramps that shoot up his thighs the moment he stands silence him, while she stands there, looking smug. "Get dressed,” she says, handing him a pair of clean boxers from his suitcase. His legs continue to protest as he raises them, one at a time, to pull his shorts on. Looking up, he sees her grinning mischievously at him as she offers him a fresh pair of jeans.
“What?” he demands, taking the clothing from her.
“Do you need help?” she asks. Glaring, he shoves his legs into his jeans with unnecessary force and winces, which only makes her smile wider.
“No, I do not need help getting dressed,” he growls, crossing the room (suppressing another grimace as his stiff joints protest- he doesn’t want to give her the satisfaction) and pulling a long-sleeved sweater from his suitcase.
“You seem a little stiff, is all,” Scully says.
“You didn’t mind me being stiff this morning,” he shoots back, leering at her, and she rolls her eyes, chuckling.
“Come on, Mr. Foster,” she says, taking his arm and leading him from the room. "Let’s go get some food in you.“
The Spones fandom is made up of some
of the most talented people but is tiny and in need of more content. Due
to this fact, there are significantly less Spones fics so I searched
extra hard to compile a good, lengthy list of fics.. and somehow managed
to find way more fics than I did for my Mckirk one?? Why am I such
trash, help I need a life.
Spock writes McCoy a letter of confession, despite not quite knowing how to write a love letter. (A super sweet insight into Spock’s mind, especially on his thoughts on the Enterprise’s resident doctor.)
It’s a special kind of hell, becoming obsessed with the laughter of a
man who barely even smiles unless he’s high or dying of blood loss. Leonard doesn’t handle it particularly well. (A hilariously frustrating fic in which Bones becomes a little too obsessed with trying to hear Spock laugh just once more.)
Leonard McCoy sees his friends bleed. He loves the blood when it is
inside them, flushing their cheeks and warming their skin. When it
colors his hands on the operating table, he can think of little but the
time he has with them, and a minute is too long to waste. He’s not going
to let Spock get away that easily. (Gruesome and sad yet somehow really sweet.)
McCoy’s consciousness is transferred into an android body after a fatal
accident. Spock helps him remember the man he used to be. (Wow a really creative and fascinating fic that could have gone totally wrong if it hadn’t been
written by such a talented author.)
(I was planning on doing a second part for the plot twist but it probably wouldn’t make much sense. Let me know if I should continue with the part two.)
It wasn’t until you heard the hum of an engine did you put down your book. Alfred seemed to have also sensed it’s presence because he had already began gathering a tray filled with the usual supplies: food, medicine, and drinks. Seconds later, you watched as the sleek black car pulled into the parking platform, the doors opening even before the car had stopped rotating.
“Busy night master Bruce?” Alfred asked as Bruce walked by you, stiffly pulling down his cowl as he reached for the painkillers on Alfred’s tray.
“Something’s up Alfred. If I could just figure out what…” Bruce trailed off as he swallowed the pills, walking to the analyzer as he did so.
You looked away from both of the older men, turning to see a smaller boy jump out of the passenger seat.
“Boy,” you said, “did you even touch the bad guys?”
Tim took of his Robin mask with a smirk, “if you think I’m bad, you should see the other people.”
“Yeah, okay hot shot,” you said rolling your eyes teasingly, “Come on, I’ll fix you up.”
Tim obeyed with a smile, his blue eyes shining excitedly. He hoisted himself onto the metal counter, not even wincing as he stretched open the wound on his shoulder. “Got another story for me today?” you asked as you prepared the supplies.
“You bet! So-”
“Hold on there little birdie,” you said cutting him off, “you need to take this off so I can clean you up.”
He looked down at the top half of the Robin suit and smiled, “oh yeah…”. You chuckled, shaking your head slightly as Tim rid himself of the half of the slightly messed up Robin uniform.
“Okay,” you smiled, “what was it today?”
“Four groups of at least ten men. Half of them part of a rival gang. We gathered intel that a gang war was brewing but Bruce and I didn’t think it was this big…”
You listened to his tales of the night, smiling when you noticed him getting overly excited and laughing when he got way into explaining. He was so focused on talking to you, he didn’t notice you had began cleaning out the scrapes and scratches littered across his chest and arms.
“If only you could have saw it all Y/N,” Tim said breathlessly, “you would have been so proud.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Timmers,” you said, not looking up at him, “what do you mean I would have been proud? I am proud. Do you know how cool I would be if I told people my little brother was The Robin?”
“You told people I was Robin?” Tim questioned.
“No. I mean if I did, then I’d have to share you with everyone else. Besides, what would happen if you found someone else to be your big sister?” you played. Tim grinned a wide smile, his young face brightening with every second that passed.
“Y/N,” Tim laughed.
“I’m serious? Who knows how many people are lined up for you? You’re a ten year old vigilante with the fighting skills of fifty professional ninjas. You know…” you mused, letting a pause settle in the air as you wrapped bandages around his shoulder.
“I bet there are a lot of cute people your age dying to meet you too,” you teased, biting back a smile as Tim blushed slightly.
“Y/N, stop,” Tim whined.
You laughed, ruffling his hair. “Okay hot shot,” you said, “go hit the showers. You smell like sweaty kevlar.”
* * * * * *
It was deja vu, you had been studying for college finals when you heard the hum of an engine, only this time there were multiple vehicles.
“It never gets old, does it Alfred?” you said, watching with slight fascination as a car and four motorcycles pulled up.
“No it does not, mistress Y/N.”
Over the last seven years, the parking platform had been expanded to fit at least five whole cars. It wasn’t the only thing that had changed. Your family had too, a lot. Jason had come back, Cass and Damian had been introduced to the family, Steph had also come back, Barbra had become paralyzed, and Dick…well Dick was the same overall. But the one change that hurt you slightly was that Tim had grown up.
He wasn’t the same ten year old boy who looked up to you as a big sister. He wasn’t the boy who went to you after a nightmare. He wasn’t the same boy who cried into your chest when life had been tough. He wasn’t the same boy who let you hold him and weep, telling him he didn’t deserve to see the horrors of the world at such a young age. He wasn’t that kid anymore.
“A family reunion? What’s the occasion?” you asked teasingly to Bruce.
“Ask them,” Bruce grunted as he strode passed both you and Alfred, heading straight to the lockers he had installed.
“What can we say, Y/N,” Jason said, obviously hearing what Bruce had said, “we missed you.”
“Right, because you’re a real sentimental,” you replied. Jason took off his helmet, revealing the playful smirk playing at his lips.
“You bring out the best in me.” You laughed, walking over to him and giving him a hug. Ever since the incident three years ago, Jason never protested when you hugged him, only ever pushing you away when he was particularly moody.
“Cease talking Todd,” Damian said, “you embarrass not only yourself, but everyone present in the room as well.”
“Well, thats better than everyone wanting to punch a wall whenever they see you,” Jason responded, pulling back from his one armed hug to look down at Damian.
“Jay, don’t be mean,” you said when you pulled away from him. “He started it,” Jason said.
“And he’ll most likely finish it. I don’t want you bleeding all over the place,” you teased.
“Hey-” Jason said, but you brushed him off, turning to Damian and bit back a smile.
“How many was it today?” you asked him.
Damian crossed his arms, but you could almsot feel the proud sprakle in his eye hidden behind his mask as he responded, “twelve.”
“Twelve? No way. Are you being serious?” you asked, feigning surprise to boost his ego, not that it could get any bigger.
“I see no reason in speaking false words,” Damian said as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Twelve. Oh my gosh, thats amazing. Come on, bump it,” you said as he held out a fist to him. His clicked his tongue but hit your fist with his.
“Twelve,” you repeated, straightening your back and ruffling his hair as you moved to stand beside Dick.
“You know he looks up to you, right?” Dick asked, and you knew he watched the whole thing. You glanced back at Damian who had began bickering once more with a very bored looking Jason and smiled. “Not really. You fill in that spot. I’m just being his big sister.”
“Is it bad that I wish you were my big sister too?” You laughed and pushed him with your shoulder.
“But if I was your big sister, then you wouldn’t be my big brother,” you said lightheartedly.
“Ehh thats not so bad,” Dick said, smiling at the last second.
“You’re something else,” you giggled. You tilted your head slightly, suddenly spotting Tim sitting on the metal table waiting for Alfred.
“I’ll be right back,” you told Dick who nodded and watched you walk over to him.
“Hey there hot shot,” you said, catching Tim’s attention.
“Hey,” he responded.
“Got a story for me today?” you asked, trying to break the ice.
“Y/N,” Tim said, “I’m not ten years old anymore. I don’t think of my stories are adventures anymore.”
“Well, do you want to tell me what happened today? Or yesterday? Gotta keep me updated Timmers,” you said, awkwardly teasing.
“Uh, well we found out a secret organization is working to wipe out ¾ths of Gotham city. Dick called us together, hence the reason why we’re all here.”
“And here I thought you came to visit me,” you said.
Tim let out a stiff laugh and you sighed slightly, “you want me to patch you up?”
“Oh, no, I’m fine. Just a few scrapes, scratch, and bruises. Nothing I can’t handle.”
You nodded, frowning as you walked away. You knew things were different between you and Tim, but that didn’t make the sting hurt any less when you realized your favorite little brother didn’t pay much attention to you anymore. You weren’t his older sister any more than you were strangers.
“Hey,” Dick said as he came up to your side. “Don’t worry about him. He’s having an off day.”
“Yeah,” you said, “he seems to be having those more often now.”
How can I know if I have bpd? Like what are some signs?
there are many different symptoms of bpd, but there are nine main criteria that you have to fit at least five of to be diagnosed with the disorder. i didn’t write this (i got it from here) but it may be helpful for those trying to self-diagnose or gauge if they have the disorder. the nine criteria are as follows:
1. Fear of abandonment. People with BPD are often terrified of being abandoned or left alone. Even something as innocuous as a loved one getting home late from work or going away for the weekend can trigger intense fear. This leads to frantic efforts to keep the other person close. You may beg, cling, start fights, jealously track your loved one’s movements, or even physically block the other person from leaving. Unfortunately, this behavior tends to have the opposite effect—driving others away.
2. Unstable relationships. People with BPD tend to have relationships that are intense and short-lived. You may fall in love quickly, believing each new person is the one who will make you feel whole, only to be quickly disappointed. Your relationships either seem perfect or horrible, with nothing in between. Your lovers, friends, or family members may feel like they have emotional whiplash from your rapid swings between idealization and devaluation, anger, and hate.
3.Unclear or unstable self-image. When you have BPD, your sense of self is typically unstable. Sometimes you may feel good about yourself, but other times you hate yourself, or even view yourself as evil. You probably don’t have a clear idea of who you are or what you want in life. As a result, you may frequently change jobs, friends, lovers, religion, values, goals, and even sexual identity.
4. Impulsive, self-destructive behaviors. If you have BPD, you may engage in harmful, sensation-seeking behaviors, especially when you’re upset. You may impulsively spend money you can’t afford, binge eat, drive recklessly, shoplift, engage in risky sex, or overdo it with drugs or alcohol. These risky behaviors may help you feel better in the moment, but they hurt you and those around you over the long-term.
5. Self-harm. Suicidal behavior and deliberate self-harm is common in people with BPD. Suicidal behavior includes thinking about suicide, making suicidal gestures or threats, or actually carrying out a suicide attempt. Self-harm includes all other attempts to hurt yourself without suicidal intent. Common forms of self-harm include cutting and burning.
6. Extreme emotional swings. Unstable emotions and moods are common with BPD. One moment, you may feel happy, and the next, despondent. Little things that other people brush off can send you into an emotional tailspin. These mood swings are intense, but they tend to pass fairly quickly (unlike the emotional swings of depression or bipolar disorder), usually lasting just a few minutes or hours.
7. Chronic feelings of emptiness. People with BPD often talk about feeling empty, as if there’s a hole or a void inside them. At the extreme, you may feel as if you’re “nothing” or “nobody.” This feeling is uncomfortable, so you may try to fill the hole with things like drugs, food, or sex. But nothing feels truly satisfying.
8. Explosive anger. If you have BPD, you may struggle with intense anger and a short temper. You may also have trouble controlling yourself once the fuse is lit—yelling, throwing things, or becoming completely consumed by rage. It’s important to note that this anger isn’t always directed outwards. You may spend a lot of time being angry at yourself.
9.Feeling suspicious or out of touch with reality. People with BPD often struggle with paranoia or suspicious thoughts about others’ motives. When under stress, you may even lose touch with reality—an experience known as dissociation. You may feel foggy, spaced out, or as if you’re outside your own body.