to anybody going through the nose job tag considering/prior to getting it done, here’s what you need to know-
this is your decision, not anyone else’s. if your family or friends try to make you feel bad for doing it, then that’s their problem, not yours. if you can’t love yourself fully then do whatever you can to get there
the surgery’s easy. you can ask for a calming medicine before and they might give you something. even if they don’t, you’ll be knocked out before you can even say it isn’t working and then it’ll be over.
you might feel a little queasy after, but they will take care of you and you’ll go home and sleep for hours
please please please have someone to watch after you for the first little while, because it’s hard to get your shit together, especially the first day or two
within a week or two you should be fine to go back to school/work and you can use a little makeup to cover up the black eyes, but there will be a small red scar under your nose and a little crusted blood/snot
clean your scar or anything gross stuff with a wet q-tip and for the love of god please do not poke inside your nose (it’s not dangerous, just stings))
it kinda feels like you just hit your nose after, but it’s manageable tbh
i got hit w/ a broomstick and was singing in a musical nearly right after mine. you’ll be fine.
the constant congestion is the worst part. you’ll have to retrain yourself to breathe after and it gets really annoying- imagine a constant stuff nose but with snot still coming out
the snot sucks too, but DO NOT blow your nose for a few weeks after
it’s been 6 months after and i still can’t feel the tip of my nose so don’t worry about it
taking the packing out feels like pulling a really deep, long booger out of your nose- it’s uncomfortable and kinda gross but doesn’t hurt
taking the stitches out stings quite a bit, but it’s not the worst part. there are usually only 4-6 and you’ll want to check after that they got them all
do not go to anyone you feel uncomfortable with
check reviews on your surgeons
please make sure this isn’t an impulse thing- i was bullied for years and years because of my nose and would cry when i looked in a mirror because i hated it. it’s a serious, serious thing
people will stay dumb shit after like “but I loved your nose, it was so ethnic!!!” and you just gotta be like w/e. it was your decision and you don’t need to feel shamed for a low self-confidence
they may also say that you’re a spoiled, shallow brat, but fuck that. it’s just wrong and if you let that get to you, then send me a message and i will talk you right out of that
please invest in some cheap button ups/flannels from goodwill
tbh you’ll probably get blood/food all over your shirts
get a netflix or some good movies to watch on your computer. i’d bet you probably won’t be leaving your bed
it’s going to bruise n swell- ice won’t help anything other than your eyes
don’t use nose strips until 3 months after
the healing probably won’t be complete until a year or two after, but will look decent within 2 weeks to a month
if you need a revision surgery, then oh well. i won’t know for another 6 months, but it’ll be fine.
don’t wear glasses for a while unless you can stop them from touching your nose
a lot of people won’t even notice anything’s different, but if you’re really scared of that, change your hair right before and people will just notice that
i find “deviated nasal septum” to be a good excuse for getting it done
you won’t be able to move your top lip for a long time so be ready for sultry selfies
you might feel sick or horrible when you first get the cast off because it’ll look puffy and kinda gross, but it gets better. i swear.
do not expect a perfect ski slope nose. that’s near impossible. you can only change it so much, so keep your expectations realistic
the soreness after isn’t that bad, just a little annoying, but you get medicine
don’t read the horror stories- they rarely happen!!! you’re probably going to look 10/10 perfect
it’s normal to be nervous, but it is fun!!
TWO YEAR UPDATE: I have never been happier with myself!! I feel beautiful and my nose healed perfectly! Check pics on my Instagram @emilieacw because I don’t really post on here (not a self promo just wanna show you)
Characters: Derek x Reader - Scott, Melissa, Liam, Isaac, Peter.
Summary: Melissa introduced you to the world of being a nurse for the Supernatural, it meant getting up close and personal with men of impeccable strength and incredible good looks. Everyone can see you’re totally smitten by Derek Hale, your legs going jelly at the sight of him - Liam convinces you to tell him how you feel.
A/N: Just a little something I cooked up after watching the new episode. It sure is a fluffy puppy.
“Ms Y/L/N, to the third floor. Ms Y/L/N, to the third floor please.” You groan at the sound of Melissa’s voice over the intercom but you plaster a smile on your face when your elderly patient raises a brow in your direction. You wrap your stethoscope around your shoulders, feeling it drop slightly to the left.
“We’re going to keep you here overnight, Mr. Winchester. It’s just a precaution, everything seems to be going in the direction we want, but the doctor wants to 100% sure. He’ll be in to check on you on the hour.” You place the patient’s file at the end of the bed as he replies with a ‘thank you’ before you’re rushing out of the single hospital room and going straight for the elevator - smiling at passing patients and nurses.
Prompt: Could you do a Batmom story where somethings happens to her, for example she gets kidnapped or gets in a car accident and the kids and Bruce’s reactions? And like, she isn’t immediately fine. Maybe some happy flashbacks? Love your blog! Thanks doll!
A/N: Another little series!! And like always, Dick is first as he is the older of Bruce’s army of children! Enjoy ;))
“Hello, Mr. Grayson.” The woman behind the reception desk greeted flirtatiously. For the first time ever, Dick ignored an approach from the opposite sex and made his way to the usual room without another word.
Dick inhaled a deep breath once he caught sight of you. His mom. His protector. The most important woman in his life. It looked as though you were merely sleeping, but he knew better. No matter how many times he wished you were merely dreaming about the rare family vacation in Paris and whatnot, he knew it was virtually impossible. Especially now that you were officially declared brain dead.
Once he reached your bedside, Dick took your hand in his. The only thing telling him you were still somehow alive was the heat radiating off of you. It consumed him. But unlike the other times, it brought nothing but despair. Because he knew. He knew you were legally and medically gone.
It’s been months since that teenaged girl ran you over with her car on the streets. Your other wounds would’ve healed perfectly through time, but the severe trauma to your brain was the nail in your coffin. Literally. But none of them could let you go. Not yet. They weren’t ready. Dick doubted they ever would be.
“Hey, momma,” Dick said, forcing a small smile. You might not be able to hear or feel him, but you were still breathing. That was enough to keep him and the others going, if only for a little while. “I miss you. We all do. So fucking much.”
The quiet volume he used to speak to you reminded him of his preteen days. The days when he would tiptoe to yours and Bruce’s room after a nightmare. He could vividly remember you never turning him away and always beckoning him into your warm, loving arms.
Ten-year-old Dick quietly snuck out of his room. The hallway was dark, the only light guiding him was from the window. It was quiet, too quiet for his liking. The noise from outside made him fidget nervously and his body instinctively was tense and ready for any type of attack.
He paced down to the master bedroom, which was only a few doors down from his, luckily. Dick bit his lips and hesitantly grabbed ahold of the doorknob.
He slowly twisted it and walked inside, wincing when the sound of a loud creak entered his ear. Fortunately, Bruce was still on patrol or else his adoptive father would’ve no doubt threw a bat-dart at him already. When your safety was involved, the man could be quite frightening. More than usual, of course.
Dick froze when he heard a tired groan. “Bruce?” You said confusingly. You fluttered your eyes open and averted them towards his direction. “You’re back earlier than usual.”
“It’s not Bruce, mom,” Dick spoke up, trudging closer to you. He closed the door behind him and waited nervously from where he stood, not knowing if you’d turn him away or welcome him. He wasn’t a kid anymore. He was Robin now. He shouldn’t be frightened by stupid nightmares, but yet he was.
“Little Wing?” You murmured, sitting up. You smiled sleepily. “Come over here, Dickie. It’s alright.”
Dick internally sighed in relief before practically sprinting over to you and jumping onto the bed. He quickly went under the covers and grinned happily when he felt your arms wrap around his shoulders.
You pulled him closer to your side, smiling fondly. “Nightmare?” You whispered, understandingly.
Dick pursed his lips and nodded. “I’m sorry for waking you up.”
You chuckled and shifted so that he could comfortably lay his head on your chest. Running your hands through his jet black hair, you hugged him tighter. “Don’t be, sweetheart. Do you wanna tell me what your nightmare was about?”
“You.” Dick murmured, voice thick with fear.
“Me?” You asked in disbelief.
Dick hurriedly shook his head. “Y-you were kidnapped!” He tried to explain. “A-and Bruce and I didn’t make it to you in time save you! The Joker e-ended up k-killing you! I-I saw your b-body, mom! It was so real! It felt so real.”
To calm your hysterical son, you nuzzled your nose in his hair and rubbed his back soothingly. “Sshh, it was just a dream, little wing. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”
Dick sniffled, hating how immature and childish he was acting. Nonetheless, he basked in your loving and motherly touches and slowed his rapid breathing.”I-I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing, Dick.” You smiled assuringly. “My father used to say that fear can not only hold us back, but it can drive us as well. It’s up to you whether or not you want it to control your life. And I highly advise you to listen to him. Quite the character, my father was.”
Dick lifted the corners of his lips into a small smile. “I wish I could’ve met him.”
“I wish you could’ve too.”
The pleasant silence that followed was peaceful. You were on the edge of falling asleep when Dick spoke up again.
“Did you mean it?” He asked quietly. “When you said you weren’t going anywhere.”
He could see your soft smile through the darkness of the room. It was like a warm fire in the middle of the tundra, and it brought a sense of security, one Dick knew only you could bring.
“We both know I can’t live forever, little wing.” The thought made his chest tighten in distress. “But,” you added, “I won’t go anywhere unless you’re ready, that I can promise you.”
Dick showed his happiness by cuddling closer to your side. You giggled and pressed a kiss to his temple. “Love you, momma.” He muttered exhaustingly. His eyes fought to stay open, but sleep, like death, was something you couldn’t escape without help.
Prompt: The gang saving some Aliens and afterwards Lance realizes how much the remind them of his family and he just breaks
Lance quickly landed Blue as gently as he could and quickly ran out to met up with Allura and Coran.
“How many?” Allura asked almost out of breath.
“Five.” and they all ran back into Blue.
Lance paced in front of the healing pods. Five. Five aliens that were injured because of me. He ran his fingers through his hair. This is going to be a long night. and Lance sat down and started his long wait.
Roughly a week later one of pods opened. It contained a younger looking alien, he looked around maybe 5 or 6. He had yellow skin, long black hair that was tied into pigtails and a few marking that decorated his skin.
Lance quickly ran over to the boy and picked him up.
“Hey you’re alright.” Lance grab the boys arm in an attempt to calm him from his frantic appearance.
The boy looked at Lance with wide eyes before he calmed down enough to register what Lance said to him.
“Do you want to tell me your name?” Lance quietly said as he wrapped a blanket around the boy.
“Noko.” His voice was quiet but firm, like that was the only thing he was sure of.
“Noko. That’s an amazing name.” Lance smiled at the boy. “My name is Lance.”
“Lance.” The boy practiced his name a few time. Lance smiled and watched his eyes move to the other five pods. His arm slowly moved up to point at the pod containing his sister “Arma.”
Lance looked at the girl. She looked around 10ish, same skin color and hair, just different markings. He looked back at the boy and saw tears welling up in his eyes. “Hey, hey don’t cry,” he wiped Noko’s face, “She’s alright. Your family is safe and healing.” Lance gestured to the other pods.
The pod closest to the two boys contained,who Lance assumed, was the dad. He was a tall fellow, extremely muscular and Lance could see how much Noko and Arma resembled him. Lance felt a pain in his chest as he realized that he reminded him of his own father.
The pod next to the father, was a women. She had orange skin and long blue hair. It was the color of the ocean. She didn’t have any markings on her, yet she had piercings. They decorated her skin and seem to sparkly in the artificial light produced by the pods. Lance assumed that she was the mother of the three kids.
The last pod contained another boy, he looked around Lances age. His skin was tinted more orange than yellow. His hair was cut short and was a mix between black and blue. Each color seem to alternate, giving the impression that he had dyed it. Lance also noticed that had less markings on him. Lance determined that he took after his mom more than his father.
Lance looked down at Noko who was (poorly attempting) to stop crying. “Hey why don’t you tell me everyone name so when the come out I can talk to them.”
Noko wiped his face and nodded. He stood up and walked over to the pod with the father. He placed his hand on the pod “Papi.”
Lance attempted to bit back a noise. Out of every family in the entire universe he had to find the one with the kids who called his dad the same thing Lance called his dad. Papi.
“Alright, so Papi.” Lance smiled at Noko and followed him to the pod with the women.
“This is Mima.” Noko stared at the pod, and brought his blanket closer to him.
Lance nodded, praying that Noko didn’t notice how he flinched at the word. “Okay, and we already know Arma.” Lance lead Noko past her pod and stopped in front of the last pod. “Who is this?”
“Takclamino but we all call him T. He doesn’t talk much, so don’t be mad if he doesn’t respond.”
Lance nodded “My sister is the same way.”
Noko stared at Lance. “Really? What’s her name??”
“Cleo. Shes two years older than me.” Lance smiled.
Noko went to respond but was cut off by his stomach.
“Come on lets go get you some food and you can met the team.” Lance lead Noko out of the room.
Lance took care of Noko, just like with his own younger siblings. He fed Noko, put him to bed, played with him, made sure he kept clean, and gave him company.
Lance would never admit it, but Noko helped him. Noko made him feel home again, something he hasn’t felt in a long time. He wasn’t saying that his team wasn’t his family, but Noko felt more like a blood relative over anything.
After about 4 days everyone was out of the pods and perfectly healed. Now they were simply waiting to head back home.
Lance spent all of his time with the family. They reminded him so much of earth and his family that he didn’t get to say goodbye to. Lance felt like he belonged with this family.
Papi would show him how to do certain training exercises and would congratulate him on things he did correctly.
Mima would cook him food (when Hunk let her) and Lance would gladly eat it.
Arma constantly wanted Lance to braid her hair and teach her makeup and his skincare routine.
Noko always wanted to play “Space Rangers” with him and would climb on his should and make Lance run around the castle at full speed.
T never said much with the exception of 3 to 6 word sentences. Lance didn’t mind, he found comfort in sitting in silence. Except when T showed Lance his harmonica (well that’s what Lance called it) and soon his hang outs with T were filled with music.
Lance was happy with this family, yet something sat at the bottom of his stomach and he didn’t know what it was.
Lance finally figured out what was keeping him on edge. He was unconsciously dreading the day the family left.
Lancer fought back the tears as he hugged them all goodbye and patted Noko’s head.
“Promise we will play ‘Space Rangers’ again?”
“I promise buddy.” Lance smiled and stood by his team as the family left.
Afterwards the teams asked Lance if he was alright, Lance quickly replied with any positive words and went to his room.
Once inside the safety of his room Lance broke. Tears fell down his face and Lance caved in on himself. He missed his family more than ever and he wanted to be with them again. Lance crawled into his bed and wrapped himself up in his blankets. Maybe one day I can play “Space Rangers” with my brother again. And Lance drifted off to sleep.
Okay but listen, MC being super self conscious of her glasses with the RFA and V
Glasses are so cute though~ -After after endings- Small note! So when I tag things as -After after endings- That now includes V! I don’t think his after ending is out yet, but it just means his part will take place with what happened after his “Good ending”. But that’s now going to become normal so I’m not going to post it as V route spoilers anymore >.< I’ll make a seperate post saying this, but this is the first request that’ll do that! ~Mod L
♡ After his accident with Unknown, he has glasses too!
♡ So you guys could get matching glasses?
♡ You two totally get matching glasses
♡ He absolutely adores you in your glasses and loves that they match
♡ He’s hoping that by having glasses just like you you don’t feel quite so weird about it
♡ Once his eyes are healed and he doesn’t need them anymore, he pops out the lenses so he can still wear the frames
♡ He’ll wear them whenever he goes out with you so you so you don’t feel like it’s quite as weird
♡ He keeps all this up until you feel more comfortable in your glasses
♡ But even after that he’ll wear them sometimes for fun
♡ He has an old pair of fake glasses for a play he was in when he first started acting
♡ They’re huge
♡ He’ll put them on to be silly around you
“Come on babe, if I can look this handsome in these, you can still be stunning in yours~”
♡ They’re pretty ugly glasses
♡ You start to appreciate yours a bit more that they’re not quite as dorky as the ones he had to wear
♡ But regardless he still tells you about how you look absolutely gorgeous in yours
♡ He actually prefers you when you’re wearing them because he thinks they make you look adorably nerdy
♡ After she quit working for Jumin she never touched her glasses again, so she understood the distaste for them
♡ But you need your glasses, and she thinks you look rather cute in them
♡ She never had much of a choice of the frames and colors, so to help you feel a bit better she takes you to buy another pair in a new style
♡ When you two were going through and you were trying on different pairs the two of you couldn’t help but put on the goofiest ones you could find
♡ To stay polite you two were trying not to burst out in laughter in the store
♡ It got really close a few times
♡ After seeing yourself in so many different pairs you decided you didn’t look that bad in your actual pair after all
♡ Jaehee was ecstatic to hear you say that, and always tried to remember to tell you how beautiful you looked in them
♡ He thought you looked stunning in your glasses, but understood if you didn’t like them
♡ He offered to get you any other pair you’d want
♡ Or contacts?
♡ Laser eye surgery?
♡ He’ll do it for you
♡ When you seemed adverse to any of those options, he realized he just needed to help you love the way you were now instead of trying to change it
♡ So every night, he just told you about how beautiful he found you
♡ All he wanted was to you to see what he saw in you, and wanted you to be nothing less than perfectly happy with yourself
♡ When he learned that you felt self conscious in your glasses, he knew exactly what to do
♡ He got you a pair that looked exactly like his
♡ You told him he looks cute, so if you looked a bit more like him you’d find yourself cute? That’s how it works right?
♡ Alternatively he gets himself a pair that looks exactly like yours
♡ Initially he didn’t tell you he did that, and so he hid your actual glasses and wore your replica
♡ You thought he was wearing yours and was so confused when you put them on and you couldn’t see?
♡ And then he gave you the ones that look like his and when you put them on you could see? But they weren’t yours?
♡ The pranks never die
♡ He couldn’t help but have fun with it, but when he told you what he did he did genuinely tell you that he loved you in your glasses
♡ He just loved you in general, and thought the glasses was just the cherry on top
♡ His eyes didn’t heal perfectly so he had a pair of reading glasses
♡ He didn’t often have the need to wear them, but he could if he needed to
♡ When he found out that you were self conscious of your glasses is when he showed you he had glasses too
♡ He looked absolutely adorable in his, and you fell right in love with them
“This feeling of loving my glasses? That’s how I feel about you~”
♡ Even if they’re just on the top of his head he tries to wear them out more
♡ They didn’t look like yours at all, but he still liked to say you two were matching when he was wearing them
♡ When he got the courage to try painting again, the first thing he did was a portrait of you
♡ He was completely entranced by you, and only hoped that you could see the beauty he did
♡ He never showed that painting to anyone, only keeping it in your guys’ home and let you decide if you wanted to keep it dear to you two or to show the world
Imagine the squad trying to get percy/annabeth to crack/sell the other out or whatever and they're trying so hard to intimidate them but lmao these kids have seen and fought some fucked up crazy shit do you think the threat of going to prison is gonna scare them? so percy jus kinda. looks bored the entire time and annabeth stares the interrogator down as soon as they walk in and continues to do so throughout the whole thing
this baby monster of a brooklyn 99/pjo crossover is finally here.
As with all interesting cases, it starts with blue cake.
Well, technically, this one is kicked off by the seasoned
detective, Rosa Diaz, responding to a routine breaking and entering at an
apartment a few blocks away from the precinct, on Lincoln St. Okay, maybe not
routine for the victim—an older woman who says she’s a school teacher—but Rosa
thinks that in some part, it’s the tenant’s fault for not being more deliberate
about how they choose to protect their homes as well as conceal its location.
That being said, she’s intent on making the people of this
city (or at least those who deserve it) feel safer, especially with instances
like this that are totally preventable. So, she’s taking a statement from the
lady who’s claiming that no, nothing was
actually stolen but my beloved Tommy is missing. When Rosa asks who Tommy
is (perhaps her child?), the woman scoffs that it’s her five year old exotic
shorthair and that no one appreciates felines.
Just as the woman is showing her pictures of the admittedly
ugly ass cat, and Rosa’s considering telling her so, a heavy thud resounds from
the apartment over, as well as a sharp shout.
Rosa quirks an eyebrow, and the woman rushes to complain
about her neighbors: a girl and a boy, who she can faintly hear speaking to each
other through the thin walls. “Those two college kids—living together in sin—and I swear they just hateTommy. They probably stole him.” She
gasps dramatically. “They could be torturing
Prompt: The flowers in the garden are the woman’s most prized possessions - for good reason.
Summary: Y/N owns a magical garden in the quiet woods of Southern France. There, she tends to her flowers- the things that keep her safe, that give her purpose. No wonder they’re her prized possession, but will her wellbeing be threatened when the deceiving Unseelie Fae set their eyes on her?
The next morning, you woke up to the sunrise shining through the eastern-facing windows, bluebirds chirping in the trees, the low hum of bees happily taking the pollen from your flowers. Lolling your head to the right, you saw your patient lying peacefully on the floor, a serene expression gracing his face. You decided to begin your morning routine while you waited for him to wake up.
You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.
Remember how is EoS she’s feeling sick all of a sudden? She’s not pregnant, but she’s also not overwhelmed by finding out she will die.
She’s settling, becoming immortal. That’s a good thing probably, considering she’ll need some immortal strength. But it was also a long way coming.
She started training to be an assassin at - and although Arobynn would have tried to not permanently harm her, we all know that he made her break her own wrist in just one of his lessons. We know that she had some pretty inhumane training and therefore many wounds and injuries. But she healed perfectly. The only physical weakness is one of her knees being slightly less strong.
And then Endovier. What else of proof do we need? Average life span there is 1 month, and she lived a year. Even though she survived that, she even healed exceptionally well - scars and emotional trauma, naturally, don’t go away as easily.
Her mate, Rowan, is the most powerful Fae warrior there is. Who else could be her mate?
Aelin is immortal and blessed by two goddesses. Her fire powers don’t seem to have an end. Her water powers are slowly growing.
Aelin is immortal and she’ll need all the strength she has.
Pairing: Jungkook x reader [feat: Taehyung, Yoongi, and Namjoon] Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut. Ability!AU Scifi!AU Word Count: 2.5k
“what is it like to even be human?”
All Jungkook could remember were the events that was being unfolded right in front of him, everything else being untraceable. Being forced into a war he wasn’t even aware that was happening, being paired up with Taehyung and Yoongi during this ‘war’. They were pushed into this, being forced to kill the unknown enemy, relying on their so called abilities to keep them safe. Many questions were left unanswered, that was until he met you. More questions raised up, more confusion being added, and only a few things being answered. How can you tell the difference between human, and non-human?
Summary:“I mean, I didn’t get a tattoo, I just… have one. Woke up with one.”
It’s his birthday, he’s 25 now. He’s in the middle of a work assignment when he wakes up on the morning of his birthday, and spots it in the mirror. Black ink on his arm, a shape too familiar not to recognize immediately. Stiles doesn’t know where it came from, or what it means. All he knows is that yesterday, he was 24, and he most definitely didn’t have any tattoos.
It’s been years since he thought back on the hell that was his high school, and almost as long since he last thought about him.
Well no, even Stiles knows that that’s a lie, and he doesn’t have to say it out loud or have a werewolf listening in to catch the skip of his heart. He’s done plenty of thinking about Derek, on and off through the years, some days more than others. But he hasn’t seen him in over five years, even though he knows that Scott is still in touch with Derek, Cora, and Peter.
Stiles has been out of Beacon Hills since that last fight when he was still a trainee for the FBI. He’s now a full-fledged agent, and when he does end up in California, it’s usually because of the job. Sometimes he visits when he’s there, other times his dad comes out to meet up for dinner. More often than not, Stiles doesn’t even let anyone know he’s nearby, because his assignment doesn’t allow for outside contact.
Whenever that happens, it still feels odd, like he’s a stranger in his own home. None of the previous times felt quite as strange as this one — he’s investigating something that reeks of the supernatural, and he’s only an hour’s drive away from his hometown. But he’s under strict orders to stay under the radar, the order reinforced by Rafe McCall’s reassurance that it’s not the Beacon Hills pack that’s being investigated, and they shouldn’t be involved.
Stiles wonders if that’s Rafael’s way of keeping Scott and his very new family safe from harm. Whether it is or not, it’s what stops Stiles from contacting any of them, no matter how much he’d love to see his newly acquired godson.
The temptation to call rises when he checks the calendar as he wakes up, and he gets reminded of what day it is.
what did you do to get over your fear of abandonment?
I’d be happy to share what’s helped me with my fear! Of course, even after doing a lot of work I’m still a work-in-progress, so know that it takes time to heal this and it’s perfectly okay.
Here are the things that helped:
Accepting loneliness: Even though the emotion is unwanted, it’s something we all feel, and it’s something we can all handle feeling. Accepting unwanted emotions is done really by just letting yourself feel it, sit with it within yourself. Try to get a clear picture of what it feels like, recognizing it as a sensation or emotion, rather than an all-consuming feeling.
Acknowledging uncertainty: All relationships are uncertain and, although this is one of the hardest things to accept, it’s also one of the most important. Slowly but surely adopt something called a “beginner’s mind” which essentially means being open to each moment being a totally new and unique experience. Even if that experience is unpleasant or not what you wanted, let it be and acknowledge that the next moment after is something you have no idea what will happen.
Normalize conflict: Conflicts and arguments and disagreements happen in all relationships. Acknowledging this can be super helped. As my partner and I have been going through a difficult time, it’s been helpful to talk with parents, other adults, and other people in stable relationships (romance and friendships) who described their own conflicts that were similar. This can help to pull you out of the bubble that tries to convince you “I’m the only one dealing with this and it means for certain that this relationship will end.”
Increase distress tolerance: This is a skill you can learn a lot about through google! Mindfulness, DBT, and other therapeutic resources can help with this. I’d really recommend Marsha Linehan’s DBT workbook.
Be honest about your feelings: It can be really helpful to talk about this stressor and negotiate boundaries with the loved ones it comes up with. Nothing can be healed if you don’t talk about it, so make sure to do some reflection, find out what is hurting and where you need to set a boundary, and then assert that. Also be open to dialogue, so that you aren’t pressuring someone into taking care of your own fear. Just let them know where you are and acknowledge that it’s their choice if they want to stay with you as the work-in-progress you are. If they choose to leave, that’s not a negative reflection on you.
Resolve past grief: Grief is something that takes time to resolve, and how it is healed is by feeling it. There’s no other way to work through grief. Most often, fearing abandonment comes from a previously traumatic experience with grief–of losing someone very important to you in a way that shocked you. Allow yourself the space to grieve and process this, and know that it will take time but every little bit of work does make a difference. The fear will start to lessen. This blog here may help!
Spend conscious time alone: Learning to survive time alone is crucial. When you realize that you can actually enjoy yourself more, learn about yourself, and work on your own healing in a pleasant way, being alone can become a lot more comfortable. Finding a balance between this and isolation is key, so keep seeking what feels the most supportive for you!
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Sakura’s cherry blossom impact in the war is greater than any strength feat Tsunade has ever demonstrated.
Sakura and Tsunade used strength without using seal power and from what we saw Sakura’s crater, as I said before, was greater than any feat Tsunade showed. This along with Sakura saying that she doesn’t waste chakra looking young shows that Sakura’s strength even without the seal is greater since Tsunade always has chakra in use.
Sakura equaled Tsunade in medical prowess in the war according to databook 4.
Sakura was stated to have caught up to Naruto and Sasuke when she said so because her level was always hidden. This was in databook 4.
Sakura used all of Tsunade’s healing jutsu perfectly.
Sakura mastered evasion to the point that she didn’t need Chiyo’s help to predict and evade Sasori. This is chunnin Sakura we’re talking about.
Sakura has all of Shizune’s techniques and surpassed her- databook 4.
Sakura and Tsunade both have the same level of chakra control i.e. since they have the yin seal.
Sakura still has her genjutsu potential.
Sakura is 38 years younger and has no clan buffs whatsoever.
So yes even without hype and foreshadowing there are feats and clear statements telling use that Sakura has surpassed Tsunade. This is seen, most notably, in her having more strength and more chakra available for use while she is equal in chakra control and medical prowess as a 16 year old. I am not even mentioning the foreshadowing, which according to some Hinata fans doesn’t count lol.
“You healed her?” Dean said angrily. “You don’t know her. What if she’s not on our side?”
“I trust her,” Cas said.
Dean stops. He looked at you, not knowing what to say.
“She is a good person. She won’t tell.” Cas said.
Nobody said anything Dean and Cas were only looking at each other.
“Look I don’t want to be a bargain. I just want to go home and rest.” You say carefully through the quietness of the room.
“No. You have to stay here.” Cas said. His eyes still on Dean. “She stays,” he says to Dean and disappears.
Dean looks at you.
“I will just go.” You said to Dean walking towards the door.
“You heard him. you’re staying till he comes back.” Dean says annoyed. He walks towards you and handles you a burger. “Here eat.” He then walks towards the table in the middle of the room.
He puts another burger and a salad on the table with a few bottles of beer and water. He sits in a chair and grabs for a bottle of beer.
You walked towards him and also sit on a chair on the other side of the table. You unwrapped your burger and took a bite. You looked at him.
“What’s your name?” He asks.
‘Y/N.” You say to him. “Can I say something?”
He nods his head towards you. “I know where you can get better burgers.” You said and you wrapped the burger up and put it on the table. He grows a little smile on his face.
“You should change, your clothes are all under your blood.” He says his voice now softer. You just looked at him not reacting to what he said. “I can bring you home to get you some clothes.”
“That would be nice.” You said with a smile on your face.
‘Let’s go then.” He said standing up.
You followed him outside.
In the parking lot, he made his way towards arrow with cars on the back. He stopped in front of one of the cars.
“This is Baby.” He says with a big smile on his face. Like a kid who is showing the candy, he just got.
You could see the car was important to him, so you just played along. “Hi, Baby.” You said standing next to him.
“I think I get why Cas trust you.” He says walking to the driver’s door.
“No, you don’t,” You said quietly to yourself.
Both of you sat in the car. “So where to?” He asks driving away from the parking lot.
Dean stops the car in front of your house. Both of you got out of the car.
“It looks like a nice neighborhood.” Deans says looking around.
“Don’t say that twice.” you said joking.
You walked towards your door and just rang the bell. Maybe there was someone home.
Dean just stood behind you. “So do you live with your parents?”
You looked at him. “No I have 2 roommates and either of them are home,” you said disappointedly. “Let’s check the back.”
You walked to the back of the house with Dean behind you. “So it’s all girls in the house?”
“No.” You stopped in front of the backdoor. You tried the door but it was also closed. “I live with two guys.”
“You sound disappointed it,” You said towards him. You took a stick from the ground and broke a window. The broken glass was laying on the kitchen floor.
“Wait did you just broke a window?’ he said surprised.
“Don’t have the keys on me and I have to get in.”
“Let me..” He says. He walked towards the door and put his hand through the window, opening the door.
“Y/N?” A elderly voice said.
Dean and you looked to the side of the house. You neighbor Marlane was standing there looking towards Dean and you.
“Hi, miss Marlane.” You said. “I forgot my keys.”
“Ah, are you okay you didn’t get home last night?” she asks putting her glasses correctly on her face.
“Yes, I’m fine don’t worry.”
“Are you sure? It looks like you have been hurt?”
“I’m fine miss Marlane.” You said giving her a smile.
“Okay I will be here if you need me.”
She then walked back from the front of the house. You didn’t like to have her around it even gave you nightmares sometimes. She was powerful and you knew she did black magic, you saw enough demons walk out of that house. She was always nice towards you, but you just didn’t trusted her. You looked back at Dean.
“That was creepy. I didn’t even hear her walk towards us.” He says looking towards you.
You just gave him a smile and you walked into the house.
“I’m going to take a quick shower and throw new clothes on. The fridge is full of food, so you can eat and drink what you want and the tv is that way.” You pointed to a room.
He just nods his head towards you.
“If you need something, I will be in the room on the left side of the stairs.” You gave him a smile and you walked out of the kitchen towards the stairs.
You actually run upstairs towards your bedroom. Cas healed and that wasn’t with a price for both of you. He could be an angel but that didn’t mean that he didn’t have to pay a price.Plus it had to leave a mark. You took your clothes off and looked at the mirror. You skin was perfectly healed no cuts no bruises nothing. Till you spotted a mark on your back. You didn’t recognise it.
Your heard the television go on downstairs making you realise that Dean was downstairs. You went to your bathroom and entered the shower.
So how does trans Peter jive with the gratuitous shirtless scenes every marvel movie is contractually obliged to offer? Do hormones used early do that IRL (no clue), does marvelverse have super hormones retrofitted from asguardian technology, or did his new spider powers perfectly heal his top surgical and all other scars?
peter’s lack of breasts in homecoming could be explained by him having had top surgery (plus there are some types of top surgery that don’t leave those thick scars, but it isn’t as common), or he could have taken puberty blockers prior to taking testosterone which would have prevented his breasts from filling in too much, and then he also could have just been very flat chested (it should also be taken into consideration that when you gain more muscle your breasts typically get smaller/tighter, so if he already was pretty flat chested then the added muscle to his pecs from the spider bite would make that even more so)
but i like the way you think with this superhero fake science, with all the alien tech we saw in homecoming it would make sense for regular surgeons and doctors in the marvel universe to have more advanced technology for things like transitioning and top surgery or all medical purposes in general