Last year around November, it was announced that Emiko Yamamoto was leaving Disney after 20 years. I had the privilege of illustrating the official goodbye card. Can’t believe I forgot to share this, haha!
This is such a simple, yet powerful termination activity. I got this idea from a client who gave me a very touching thank you note during our last session. It is something I have kept and reflect back on, and i realized that it could potentially play a similar role for a client.
The focus of the content is on the journey through therapy and what has been accomplished. I highlight strengths, review coping tools and lessons learned, and express my thoughts about termination. At the end I usually include instructions of what to do if they decide to enter therapy again. My hopes that it will serve as a transitional object and be something they can reflect back on. If you decide to do an activity where you exchange cards then make a copy of what the client gives you because their own words of encouragement will mean the most.
I’m sorry dude but you can’t just say TERRIBLY OBVIOUS racist and misogynist shit and know you have the apology card just sitting right in your back pocket like……..how fucking obvious does it have to be that “calling women cunts and bitches = misogyny” like what do you mean you “didn’t know” this isn’t fucking AP statistics dude this is common fuckinf knowledge
Ok, ok, you won a follower! 👏👏👏👏 Please, can you write a sequence for Truth or Dare? I loved so much!
(Sorry it took so long but here it is. I usually don’t do second parts but I kinda saw that I could go somewhere with it so I decided ‘why not?’ and here it is. It’s mostly just funny more than anything but whatever.
Part 2 for Truth or dare.)
Waking up wasn’t pleasant.
You didn’t have to go to work - thank goodness too because you weren’t even sure if you would be able to function properly - but that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that when waking up the bed was too nice. The kind of nice a lieutenant doesn’t have. Your first instinct was to panic. Which led to you wound tightly in silk bedsheets and wiggling desperately to get out of them. After a few minutes of fruitless struggle you gave up, slumping into the blanket burrito bundle of death.
As a headache came on full force you groaned, rolling around as if the action would cause the pounding to in your head to cease. The only thing the rolling was useful for was forcing you off the bed and onto the cold metal floor. As you groaned a ball of orange was barely peaking through the slightly ajar door on the other side of the room. Before you could even take a good look the ball was running towards you. Big blue eyes staring into your own, a pink nose and twitching whiskers.
The cat, purring, rubbed its face into your own causing you to pull back. As much as you loved cats having a ball of fur suffocate you while being trapped in blankets wasn’t a fun experience. The cat didn’t seem to notice your struggle and instead let out a ‘mew’ and started rubbing against you even more before becoming bored. It jumped up, paws pressing down into the side of your neck and ear. You struggled slightly but relaxed when the cat laid down, paws still pushing into the cheek of your face, trying to gain your attention.
“Millicent.” The cat immediatly stopped in its movements and jumped off you, walking to the door that was opening and letting in way too much light. The headache came back fullforce and you groaned, attempting to roll just enough to get the light out of your eyes.
“Lieutenant (Y/n).” You paused and rolled back over, eyes first landing on the tabby that was rubbing against pristine boots. And when you said pristine you meant pristine. You might even be able to see your reflection in them if you checked. Then your eyes traveled to the pants. Not a crease though the cat was changing that. Your eyes landed on the jacket and rimrod straight back and as your eyes landed on those cold blue eyes and firey red hair you cringed into your bundle of blankets. You might’ve been drinking but you didn’t think you drank that much.
“What do you think you’re doing?” That cold tone in his voice had you retreaing even further in the blanket, trying to conserve any warmth you could get at the moment.
“Well you see sir… I.. Uh…” You had no idea what you were actually doing. This wasn’t your bedroom. A cat was here. The General was staring down at you and at the same time had a affectionate cat begging for his attention. What was going on? “I have no idea, sir.” You decided to be honest. He might cut you some slack, though it was highly doubtful.
It took him a second, but he sighed and pressed two fingers to both of his temples, rubbing in circles as if getting rid a headache. That was your job but whatever.
“You have no idea as to why your here?” You shook your head as best you could without increasing the pounding in your head. He took in a deep breath, closing his eyes while doing so before letting it out as slow as he let it in. When he opened his eyes again you cringed, holding back a pained groan from leaving your lips at the disappointment in his eyes.
“Well, let me refresh your memory Lieutenant.” You weren’t sure you wanted to remember when he hissed out your title like he was talking about a resistance member. “Last night you went drinking with Captain Phasma, correct?” You nodded. Yeah, you remembered that. But after it kinda got fuzzy… Kriff, did you do something while drunk? That had to be it. There was no other explaination as to why this whole situation was unraveling the way it was. “Well, you two decided it was a good idea to start a game between the two of you.” Kriff. “I believe it was called truth or dare.” Kriff.
If the panic wasn’t there now it came smacking you in the face now. General Hux noticed your pale face but made no move to reassure you. Instead he just smacked the rest on you with no remorse. Just like him… “You both decided it was a good idea to cuddle with me. So you did.”
Goodbye First Order. Goodbye Phasma. Goodbye annoying stormtroopers. Goodbye funny technicians. Goodbye Mitaka the sweet bastard. You wondered if you could give him a parting card. Goodbye planets you have and haven’t seen. Goodbye annoying and terrifying baby-man called Kylo Ren. Goodbye Life.
“So, in turn for your inappropriate actions you will be punished accordingly.” You really wished he would just get to the point and throw you out of the airlock already. “Your punishment will be to work with the reconditioning department. You will not be going into recreational, just working. I wouldn’t give you that much of a luxury, and I don’t want this ships reputation ruined because of your idiotic actions.”
Wow. Thanks for the boost of confidence there General.
“Yes, sir.” You catch yourself just enough to not huff at the end of your words, but he still glares, as if knowing what would have happened if you hadn’t stopped yourself.
“Your new schedule will be sent to you later today. I expect to see you out of my chambers in five minutes and no more.” With that he turns to leave but your mind reels and halts to a stop. Wait, wait, wait. These were his bed chambers? What happened? Why would he even carry you here? Why didn’t he get Phasma to just take you back? Wouldn’t that be less of a hassle for the both of you? While all these thoughts ran through your head you decided it was best to get out like the General had commanded you to. But when you attempted to pick yourself off the ground the blanket reminded you of where you were.
After struggling a lot more than before you panicked. Kriff. What were you supposed to do if you couldn’t get out of the blankets? At first this trap wasn’t too bad but now it’s deadly.
Sucking up your pride - what little was left anyway - you called out for the General. In a matter of seconds he was at the doorway, a scowl present on his face. It almost made you want to take back calling out his name. Almost. You would rather live than die because you were stuck in some kriffin blankets.
“What is it Lieutenant?” His lips were hissing out the words and you shrank a bit before gathering your courage.
“I’m stuck, sir.” He paused, the glare melting away on his face to a look of pure confusion and slight annoyance. A few moments of silence passed when before the information sinked fully into his brain.
“Lieutenant, I hope you know that if you’re joking your punishment will become even more severe.” His lips were slowly molding into that scowl again. But you couldn’t let that wash away your attempts to let him know that this was an actual problem.
“Sir, I am not joking. The blankets are wound too tightly around me to move or wiggle free.” You say this with as much confidence as you can but it honestly sounds so silly that you almost don’t believe it.
With a sigh, and relaxing face he walks over to you, kneeling down to help you. His leather-clad gloved fingers are working with the sheets and pulling them just enough to start getting them loose. But for some reason you don’t move right away. His eyes are staring intently at the sheets, lips pursed in concentration and yet he looks so relaxed at the same time. After a few moments he stills and pulls back. You think nothing of it, just watch his face.
“Lieutenant (Y/n)?” You snap back to reality and watch as the General raises one of his eyebrows. It looks like he’s waiting for an explanation but you get up hastily instead of complying to his wordless command. You’re not sure either of you would want to hear the truth to such a question.
“Sorry General, sir. I got lost in thought.” He looks like he wants to say something, wants to speak up and ask about it but decides against it. You almost sigh in relief. You don’t think you could handle telling him the truth about you staring at his face just thinking about him. It would be… inappropriate.
“Well then Lieutenant, I suggest you get out of here. Your five minute time limit is almost up.” You nod, and salute to him as best you can with your headache acting up again.
You start to leave, but before you can leave fully your name and title stops you. You turn, giving the General a questioning look. His face is more relaxed and eyes softer than when he had been reprimanding you. But as he walks closer to you his relaxed face does nothing but have you tense up and stand at attention. He leans forward, breath brushing against your collarbone as one of his hands glides across your uniformed shoulder. You barely manage to surpress a shiver.
He pulls back just slightly and reveals a strand of orange hair to you. Too short to be the General’s. Most definitely his cats. But he’s still too close, pulled back just enough so you can see his face but still leaning forward as his eyes are covered behind his eyelashes. As much as you hate to admit it the General is attractive.
“I would recommend having your uniform cleaned as soon as possible. Maybe even buy something for the next time you’re here.” His breath is brushing against your neck and collarbone, and he seems completely unphased. But your eyes flicker up to his ears out of pure curiosity and you see the slight tinge of pink there. It doesn’t help you.
“Y-yes, sir.” You almost scream at yourself for the stutter but instead opt to run away out of his room and corridor as fast as you can. Only when you’re far enough away to be panting do you fully register his words.
Across the universe - Voltron AU/Not even in his wildest dreams had his brain been able to put together such gruesome collection of scenes like the ones that could be seen happening on the other side of the glass that separated the control room from the starry area outside.
And with this last symphony we sink - Titanic AU/Live a little. Maybe he would hear to his sister’s advice, not that he would ever tell her that straight to the face, of course, she didn’t need to know she had been right. He didn’t know it yet, but little was about to take a whole new different sense than what she originally intended.
All I want - Mortal AU/Will rested his chin on the palm of his hand, leaning forward slightly, careful not to knock any of the dishes he had spent most of his morning setting up to the floor. It wasn’t that late yet, the fact that there was no one there to held tightly the fragments of his breaking heart didn’t mean no one weren’t to appear, that no one would knock on his door or to ring on his doorbell at all.
Another change - Miraculous AU/Will didn’t have nothing against changes, he honestly didn’t…but sometimes those said changes were more than what he could take in.
As the last feather fell - Angel AU/He didn’t even know his name, yet he couldn’t help but feel sorry about him… For the pain that he was going to live through.
Beyond the sound barrier - Mortal AU/Some people claim that without pain, there are no means for happiness to exist. He let out a dry and humorless laugh at the thought, they will learn the bad way.
Beyond the stars - Stardust AU/The black haired bitted the inside of his cheek, absently playing with the ring on his finger before practically jogging towards where the glowing white ball had decided to head to. Maybe for once life was giving him the upper hand.
Breaking the ice - Ice skating AU/Maybe he could bear with the idea of falling a couple more times on the ice, and that change of mind certainly didn’t have anything to do with the idea of having a certain someone close to pull him up if necessary.
Enjoy tHe shoW - Mortal AU/Maybe life had decided he had had enough of just a comedy, and he certainly wasn’t complaining.
Free of charges - He couldn’t help but wonder if the beat he could feel on his ears was the music coming out of the speakers or simply his fast beating heart.
Glowing dimly - Anastasia AU/Little did they know that the loud noises of excitement would turn out into screams of panic, the joy in the air would transform into cold terror; the hope in the future, and endless void.
Helpless - Hamilton AU/He was not expecting either to see the black haired smiling shyly, a shade of red starting to spread through his cheeks, a quiet laugh unexpectedly leaving his lips, parted in evident surprise.
I can’t - Mortal AU/He wished things had gone differently, that he had had the chance to pronounce what he had been trying to, for a rather long time, in the way he had initially wanted to.
Love isn’t blind - Mortal AU (tags should probably be read)/When Will was younger, it wasn’t unusual for him to come across whispers, people saying, one way or another, that love was blind. Needless to say that, on that time, the small freckled blond didn’t understood what others meant by that, what the message hidden behind said words was supposed to mean. Love was a feeling, wasn’t it?
Of angels and demons - Shadowhunters AU/Will knew he had been drugged, there was no other possible explanation. The neon lights of the crowded clyb Lou and Cecil had insisted on dragging him to, along with the fact that apparently no one there knew the definition of personal space, wasn’t probably helping him with his condition.
Paper hearts - Mortal AU/The blue eyed didn’t actually do much to celebrate Valentine’s Day, not anymore at least. The reason, the blond supposed, didn’t matter anymore, especially since he was about to bring said tradition back. However, perhaps he should add something most people related with the date that year.
Picturing without a mask - Superhero AU/He opened a drawer and pulled a dark manilla file out, a white label its only distinctive element. <<Fatôme>>
Ran over - Mortal AU/Will let out an exhausted sigh when he could no longer see the other part of the meeting crowned winner of his most strange encounter of the month. What had he gotten himself into?
Roommate - Mortal AU/There were times when Nico didn’t quite get his roommate.
Satisfied (Can be read as a follow up to Helpless) - Hamilton AU/At least one of them would be satisfied…
Sick on love - From that day, he promised he would do whatever it would take to make his little sweetheart happy…and finally give peace to his spirit, helping him avenge the loss of the only mother figure he had ever know.
Sinking - Mortal AU/He knew the feeling in his gut wouldn’t disappear anytime soon.
Thnks fr th Mmrs - Mortal AU/He knew that when she were to read its content, there would be a lot of questions that he would have to answer. Maybe he’ll have all the answers clear enough for himself when the time arrived as well.
To slow down my breathing - Mortal AU/This is a new start, a chance for things to get better, he reminded himself, repeating those words like a mantra. Hopefully, one of these days, he’ll actually believe his own words. The blue eyed wondered if that day would ever come.
To walk by your side - Zombie apocalypse AU/He didn’t want to let go, because, even if he realized it was impossible, he could swear he sometimes saw a flash of recognition in those blue eyes that once had been full of life and joy.
Underneath the Shadows - Superhero AU/Will knew that there were rumors about the mysterious creature that roamed the streets of the city when the moon was on its zone, up in the sky, shinning as if there was no tomorrow, but it had never been proved to be a real thing.
When days are gray - Because now, on the present, though the song sounded clam and serene, he knew his heart would not feel like it once did.
When you are on my place - Reverse AU-Godswap AU/The last thing he saw was a blinding light; the last thing he heard, something being shattered in the distance; the last thing he thought about, Will. I’m sorry.
With this ring - Corpse Bride AU/The results of some misunderstandings can turn out to be pretty deadly.
so like. model yoongi au tho (or wave making rapper CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE OK) and jungkook photographer tho…you know the one! wherein jungkook and yoongi knew each other in childhood but circumstances separated them young and they said they’d meet again but they have no idea it will be THIS time. they probably had the biggest mutual crush on each other back in the day…actually they probably still…do.
yoongi: what? jungkook: nothing uhm… yoongi: /glances away jungkook: /takes like 9 photos yoongi: …
jungkook: /coughs awkwardly/ sO um how..are…have you…been?
• When you write a goodbye card and it ends up being a fucking novel 🙃
• currently making a very specific batch of cupcakes alisha requested to take into work later!
• I don’t work today which I’m super happy about bc since it’s Alisha’s last day I can just hang out with everyone until I’m feeling too overwhelmed.
• I’m finally coming out of this bout of depression I was in, and I feel like I can breath again! On Tuesday I had a really nice conversation and as sad as I am about alisha leaving, I feel like our friendship has sort of evolved. The past few months have been the most growth filled months I’ve had and I didn’t realize it until I looked back. A little distance sometimes really does do wonders and make relationships healthier and better.
• at the store there’s all these little pranks being pulled in the traditional way it’s done at tjs when a mate leaves, and this was part of me and a few others contribution 😜
• random side note: THESE bars are fucking amazing!!!! They’re the coffee cake fiber one bars and dear god they legit are coffee cake bites lol!! 🙌🏼
• another side note 📝: I am not going to respond to rude af anons anymore. You all know and see what I choose to post about; which are predominantly my struggles. What things I am not good at and come here to vent about. I don’t share as often the triumphs and growth made. And I’m not going to listen to anonymous people who don’t know me on any personal level to dictate how I feel about myself! I have actual people in my life who help me grow and are proud and know me well enough to comment on that type of stuff!
• all in all, I’m doing pretty good nowadays! I’m going to really enjoy my last day hanging with alisha at our store and remember that she’s still super local and we both want to stay in touch and so all is good! It’s still super sad, but all I’m going to remind myself is “how lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”
• alright doodes ✌🏼I’m gonna frost those cupcakes, continue watching law and order svu, and then at about 3pm go to the store and hang out there, say goodbye etc etc