HELLO! I am the new owner of this blog and I am so excited! My name is Dakota, I’m 17 and have been watching M*A*S*H since I was a young child. My favorites are Radar and BJ! I really hope you enjoy the blog and don’t hate me too much! My personal blog is @alternate-sadness
The ask box is always open and I love answering questions about the show and about myself
ok so this is based on this tumblr post by slaygoldponyboy their blog is amazing and you should check it out A
few weeks after the squip has been defeated, Michael and Jeremy are
studying in Jeremy’s room. Jeremy’s freaking out over a math test he has
coming up the next day.Michael chuckles and tells him to “chill” and
Jeremy visibly flinches. It takes Michael a second of awkward silence
between the two for him to realize what he said. Jeremy tries to shrug
it off but he’s so obviously shaken, not just by the word but because of
the physical effect it had on him. Michael moves over to him and kneels
in front of him, taking Jeremy’s hands in his own. Softly, he tugs
Jeremy off the chair and back to Jeremy’s bed. They sit side by side on
the edge of the bed, Michael’s arm wrapped around Jeremy’s shoulders.
They just sit there because it’s heavy shit and neither know what to say
or do or how to proceed because they’re 17 for goodness sake. Jeremy
just wants to be better. It’s bad enough he can still feel it and hear
it sometimes. But to realise it still has some lingering physical
control on him is just a whole different thing.
Jeremy and Michael were sitting in
chairs next to each other in Jeremy’s room doing homework and enjoying
just being around each other, something they both had missed because of
“I’m going to fail this math test,” Jeremy groans banging his head of the wall.
“You’ll do great,” Michael says not looking up from what he was writing in.
“No, I’m going to fail it and I’ll have to drop out. I can’t fail this test. What am I going to do?” Jeremy groans freaking out.
“Dude, chill,” Michael says chuckling. Jeremy flinches violently and sat
up rod straight. They sat in complete silence for about ten seconds
before Michael begins apologizing profusely.
“Fuck, Jeremy I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…” Michael begins rambling trying to right what he had said.
“It’s fine,” Jeremy said quietly staring straight ahead.
“No, it’s not. I didn’t even…” Michael said again.
“I’m fine,” Jeremy said again.
“Jeremy,” Michael said softly.
“I SAID IM FINE!” Jeremy yelled voice cracking on fine because fuck it shouldn’t still have this much effect over him.
Michael slowly stands and walks over to Jeremy’s chair kneeling in front
of him. He takes Jeremy’s hands in his and pulls him up dragging him
over to his bed. He pulls him so they are sitting side by side on the
bed and Michael drapes his arm over his shoulder and pulls him close.
They sit there in silence. Jeremy is staring straight ahead breathing
heavily. Michael doesn’t know what to do or say to make it better. God,
their only seventeen. When did this happen? When did they become this
screwed up? They were so young, they shouldn’t have had to deal with
“Fuck,” Jeremy says quietly.
“Yeah,” Michael replies.
“Fuck,” Jeremy said again slightly louder, “Fuck,” he said his voice
cracked and he curled into Michael’s side. He began to sob, “Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck,” he chanted sobbing into Michael’s side.
Michael didn’t know what to do. He tried desperately to comfort Jeremy
by holding him and whispering as many comforting things as he can think
of. He didn’t know how to deal with this. Did anyone?
“I can still hear him sometimes,” Jeremy murmured into Michael’s shoulder.
“What?” Michael asked.
“Sometimes I’ll say something nerdy and I’ll hear it in my head telling
me I’m annoying people and that they’re going to leave because I’m being
nerdy. Sometimes I’ll slouch and I can practically feel his disapproval
but god at least I wasn’t physically effected. At least I could control
myself. I might have been fucking terrified but I had control of my own
damn body again. What am I supposed to do now? I can’t even have
control of myself. I just want it to stop. I just want to be okay
again,” Jeremy continued to sob into his shoulder. Michael held him
closer. There was nothing he could say that would make this better. He
couldn’t help fix Jeremy. He couldn’t stop the fear that was left behind
as a result of the SQUIP. So, he held him and listened to him and hoped
that would be enough.
“He had control of my body and I hated it. I hated the influence that he
had even without his control on my body. I was powerless but that
wasn’t even the worst of it. I hurt you. He wasn’t in my head and I hurt
you because I felt powerless and that made me feel like I had control
again. I hate everything about it. I hate everything about myself. I
hate that stupid powerless feeling that I have even now. Even after its
gone. I hate feeling broken. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it,” he sobbed
shaking violently and clinging to Michael.
Michael didn’t know how to respond or what to do. He wanted to make it
better but he didn’t know how. So, he pulled Jeremy into his lap and
rocked him. He stroked his hair and kissed his temple.
“I’ve got you. It will stop one day. You’ll be free of it one day. I’ve
got you, I’m not going anywhere. I won’t let you go through this alone.
I’ll continue to be here. I won’t leave. It will be okay one day. I’ve
got you,” Michael said rocking him and doing everything he could to
Finally, Jeremy let everything go. He told Michael everything. He told
him about the nightmares that plagued him, he told him about the fact
that he couldn’t do anything without the SQUIP’s voice in his head
telling him it wasn’t cool, and he talked about how sometimes he felt
like maybe it wasn’t worth it. How sometimes he felt the only way to
stop the voices in his head was to end it all.
“I just don’t know if it’s worth it anymore. I’m scared, terrified, of
myself, my own mind. I can’t do it anymore Michael I can’t,” he said
having collected himself in his explanation and now he seemed
emotionless. That scared Michael more than anything else.
“It will stop. It’s not going to happen immediately and I wish I could
make it better. If I could find a way to stop your pain I would, in a
heartbeat, but I can’t, so I’ll be there for you. I’ll be there as
whatever you need. I’m here for you,” Michael said quietly.
“I’m so scared,” Jeremy said sounding broken.
“I know. I’ve got you. I won’t let anything bad happen to you ever
again. It’s going to be okay, one day,” Michael said. Jeremy wasn’t any
less scared but for the first time he felt like maybe he would make it
out of this alive. Maybe he would even more than just survive.
Hello dears, questions will be moving pretty slowly right now. I am having some pretty personal problems to do with my mom at the moment and it is zapping my energy just as fast as i am producing it. My spiritual companions are watching over my astral self and i am being taken back and forth to my astral Dr.
I do have depression, it has been very much under control and only a couple of people know how to how to trigger it and my mom just knows exactly what to do. Her energy is the easiest to read and she doesnt even have to say anything for me to know what she is telling me.
Thus far her energy ranges from i hate you to i never want to see your face again to fuck you to i never loved you. It is just some serious bull right now and now one of my little brother is getting it. So our house is kinda in disarray.
Please understand your questions will be answered as soon as i can and with then energy i habe to spare. Blessings to you and yours
I hate that trope of where person A is in love with person B, but person B isn’t interested in person A so person A spends way too much time chasing after person B to a point where it’s creepy
Like if you really really liked this person then you’d care about their feelings more than your own, and should they not return your feelings you would still want the best for them without pursuing them to a really bad point?
My Mum travelled to her motherland Kenya in 2014 for the first time in 5 years. The sun was setting, the rest of the family were in the living room playing and talking, I caught this candid moment of her in reflection sitting on the balcony overlooking the street near her childhood home.