For the third time that twenty-minute call, Katara promised
her father she would be careful. And then again, a fourth time, to her brother,
listening in on the other line. They sounded worried, despite their words
stating their pride in her and her work, and so she tried to keep her voice
even, steady. After the months she had been through, keeping a smooth voice in
a high tension environment had become something of a talent of hers and so it
“I have to go,” she told them after hearing the ding of her
alarm. Break over. “I love you guys.”
“We love you, too,” Hakoda told her. “Be careful.”
“Call tonight! I mean it! Don’t fall asleep again!”
She hung up. She felt both relieved to be off the phone and
strangely scraped with loneliness. The
way she always felt now after calls home. It was getting easier, though, being
so far. On the other side of the world. It was hard, lonely, frightening at
first. Now, mostly, it was tiring, trying.
And satisfying. Among the stress, and pressure, and
sleepless nights, there was satisfaction, when her patients woke up, when she
was able to see a patient walk out the clinic, or a mother hold her child for
the first time. The satisfaction kept her going. It had to. The pay was bad,
and the nights long, and the hours even longer, but the satisfaction worthy.
So, swallowing down her last mouthful of coffee, it was back
to work, down the clean, white clinic hallways.
this tru/mp and phe//vin drama is literally giving me an anxiety attack and I feel really bad and I don't know what to do or how to feel better and I'm just so pathetic bc I'm actually crying over something that doesn't involve me? People are so mean and I don't like it (and please don't hate me but it just makes me v upset to see people defending tru/mp supporters and stuff) and idk what to do I just really really need help and usually u can calm me down by just seeing ur blog and stuff thx bye
JuST A HEADS UP, i resent your message with the / in t’s name… noTHING wrong with your original message or anything you did!!! i just don’t want legit t supporters coming to my blog and possible harassing me/you on this post - just taking a precaution!!!
Aw, buddy - it’s okay. Take a deep breath, count to 7, and let it out counting to 11. It’s going to be okay.
I can’t say I know what exactly is going on - i’ve only scanned through a few posts that happened to appear on my dash but I don’t… understand what’s really happening… but ahh that’s besides the point - I’m sorry to hear your going through a hard time because of what’s happening.
First of all, you have every right to be upset and there is no shame in being so, especially over the ‘defending tru/mp supporters’ thing - that’s like, a ridiculous concept to me as well and I can’t imagine how hurtful it can be to see it happen in front of your eyes.
Overall though, I want to reassure you that you are not pathetic for feeling…even if you’re feeling a lot to the point of crying. In fact, crying is one way your brain/body deals with distressing feelings, so honestly, there’s no shame in that. You’re not pathetic for having such a reaction.
I’m not exactly a professional when it comes to ‘calming down from an anxiety attack’ but it’s best to let it all out - I know crying sucks, but seriously, it’s your bodies way of refreshing yourself and clearing your head, so let it happen - focus on your breathing. Close your laptop/phone/app for a while and give yourself time to take care of yourself. When you’re ready to come back, go straight to a place that calms you down.
Considering you mentioned my blog helps you calm down (which I’m very happy to hear!!), I’d suggest maybe going through my ‘aesthetic’ tag or ‘photography’ tag (or go on instagram and check out satisfying videos) as this is what I personally do when I’ve personally had a distressing breakdown. Sometimes it can really help to get away from the usual buzz of your dashboard. It may even be worth unfollowing a few people (in your ‘following’ part of your blog settings so you don’t have to actually go to their blog to do so) who have been causing distress with mean posts. You can even block them if you are really not happy with seeing such things. There is nothing bad in doing so, especially when it concerns taking care of yourself and your state of mind.
I’m not sure what else to suggest but I really hope you’re okay. If you want to keep talking to me about this to vent, or if you’d rather distract yourself; about things you enjoy, feel free to keep me messaging me. I do want an update on how you’re doing as well, of course!!
Love you lots. It’s going to be okay. Keep breathing. Wishing you all the best!
im so !!!!!!!!!! like i know i want to transition and i know that i have got as much information as i can about it. if looked into detransitioning and why people do it. i’ve looked into the right and wrong reasons to transition. from what i’ve looked into, im not being an idiot about this. I’m not transitioning because i think im gonna be a super big buff guy and turn into someone completely different. im not transitioning because I feel pressured to do it by other people I am transitioning so that I can be alone in my room and feel at peace with how I am instead of staring into a mirror for hours trying to feel some sort of connection with my body.
So I’m in line for the photo op and I’d been carrying a Cap plushie around as part of a Coulson cosplay, but I was actually trying to put Cap before my photo but Anthony Mackie saw it and he was like “DON’T YOU DARE. GIVE CAP TO THE FALCON, C'MON, GIVE IT TO THE FALCON.”
So Sebastian Stan was like “yeah, give ‘im to the falcon.” and rolled his eyes at me, and winked
And what are you going to do in that situation but listen to the Falcon and the Winter Soldier, so I handed it over and officially could not contain my laughter as Anthony Mackie took it, studied it for a minute before saying, “I know just where Cap belongs.”
So he shoved him up his shirt and Sebastian Stan like. pulled me closer and leaned in to whisper, “he’s crazy. I’m so sorry."
And then he made that face at Anthony Mackie for the photo and I look like a giant doof because I couldn’t, for the life of me, stop laughing. But I thought I’d share anyway.
Hi, Yona-chan! You seem to know anything about the fandom, so I'm here to bother you, sorry). Is here some AkaYona prompt blog anywhere? Like one where you can leave random fandom prompts (art, fic and so on) for any author who want to do them?
I’m very sorry to say anon that I haven’t seen a blog of this sort for the AnY fandom (at least for the time I’ve been here). We are a smaller fandom, so perhaps there isn’t enough push for one? Or maybe there is one and it’s just inactive or I haven’t seen it before? D:
Sorry I couldn’t be of any help (after you came to me for this specific reason too ;__;) but perhaps someone else might know some more? (If you do, please leave a comment!)
I’ve got drunk Drarry on my brain, and I don’t quite know what to do with it.
Here’s what I’m thinking: Draco has seen Harry drunk twice in his life. Once, during fifth year, in the midst of the Ministry’s play for Hogwarts. The second time, it’s at The Leaky Cauldron a year after Voldemort’s finally gone forever.
They start coming across each other more and more frequently, usually out, almost always at a pub of some sort or another.
Apparently the Weasley and Blaise are subscribed to the same gastro mag that publishes weekly articles on the best wizarding pubs and clubs (he keeps it to himself, because while the thought of watching Blaise blowing his top off over having any similarities with Weasley is hilarious, he’s saving it for when he really needs it).
They keep running into each other, and despite them being in a house of alcohol–despite watching Potter sling back lager after lager–he has yet to see him drunk outside of those two events. Draco doesn’t get it. Does Potter have some sort of Drunk Me Not spell in his arsenal? Is he impervious to the effects of ethanol? Is his tolerance level so high that he can outdrink even Hagrid?
Once, Draco tries to match his drink with Potter’s all night, and when he stands up to head to the bog, the world sloshes around him and his head is light and spinning, and his legs don’t seem quite as sturdy as he would like them to be. He’s well and truly drunk, but Potter doesn’t even look affected, and that’s unacceptable. Instead of going to the lavatory, his legs take him straight up to Potter, where he very drunkenly and mostly incoherently accuses him of being a cheat, and warns him that he’ll learn his secret if it’s the last thing he does, and promptly vomits all over Potter’s shirt.
Harry sighs, and tells the bar Draco’s done, and that he’s making sure he gets home safe. Ron, already three sheets to the wind, mutters some very explicit things about that not being all Harry wants to do.
Of course, Harry has no idea where Draco’s living these days, and as Draco is of exactly no help in this department (he presses his face against Harry’s neck and passes out like the uncooperative bugger he is), Harry makes an executive decision and ends up taking him home with the intention of forcing a glass of water down his throat and putting him to bed.
He would, if Draco wasn’t some kind of constrictor and refused to let Harry go when he tries to tuck him under the sheets and fuck off to his own room and shower. So. This is the grand lead-up to Draco prying his eyelids apart the next morning, face smooshed against, to his growing horror, Harry’s very naked chest.
It’s not like he can even blame Potter for being the secret cuddler and accosting him, because it’s very, very apparent that Draco is the one to have rolled Harry over to the very precipice of the bed where Potter wouldn’t have been able to escape him except to topple over the side, and somehow, wormed himself into Potter’s embrace.
He doesn’t even get the dignity of trying to extract himself stealthily, because Potter’s blinking blearily down at him, cocking an eyebrow as if to say “your move, mate”.
Except, he doesn’t say that. What does say is, “So, you said want to find out my secret.”
As Draco recalls, yes, he did say that, and groans in embarrassment at himself. Christ, it’s like fifth year all over again. All he can do is try to save face, so he says, “It was all part of the plan, you see. I’ve got you exactly where I want you”, and prays to whatever beings that be that Harry can’t see through the flimsy excuse.
This is, of course, barmy, and Potter’s eyebrow inches higher. Then, he’s craning his neck so his mouth is alongside Draco’s ear, and he says right into the shell of it, “And what if I’ve got you right where I want you?”
And Draco… well. Draco doesn’t quite know what to do about that, but he’s got some idea where to start.