war stories are depressing

When women used to be depressed or were not “taking care of their men” properly their husbands could send them to the psych ward for attitude adjustments. This was part of conditioning them to always wear a smile. They believed that if a woman saw herself smiling that it would become natural practice and that she would be “cured”. This often went along with shock therapies.

I found this post on Facebook with comments made by people with loved ones who wore these for the reasons mentioned above. After finding this story, I did a Google search and found out about a school in Budapest that used these masks for treatment of depression after World War 2. So yes, these stories are true.

Fic: After the Rain (Baze Malbus/Chirrut Imwe, NC17)

Title: After the Rain

Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story

Pairing: Baze Malbus/Chirrut Imwe

Summary: Baze has depression, and while Chirrut knows he can’t fix this, he knows taking Baze out on one of his better days for a frolic in a hot tub won’t hurt matters.

Author’s Notes: Written for the prompt “Baze and Chirrut fuck in a hot tub” for @lionmettled in the 2017 spiritassassin fic exchange. The original draft was a hot mess but had some ideas I liked - this is the belated, bettered, and beta-ed version (thanks @thenyxmidnight, love you as always <3, and @only-1-a for also being a legend).

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11953089

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Steve likes to tell stories from his childhood (his “Brooklyn adventures,” living in the Depression, …), but he doesn’t like to tell war stories, so the first time when he said one, everyone was paying attention. EVERYONE. Even Jarvis liked that story.

So my Grandma found an illustrated Star Wars fanfiction I made when I was five

I apparently got fed up with how George Lucas handled the prequels and rewrote them to my satisfaction.

“After Padme and Anakin got married,”

“two twins were born”

Look how lovingly I drew those color coded blobs

“Their names were Leia and Luke.”

No idea what the fuck is going on in the center there.

“After their father turned into Darth Vader,”


“Padme had to do something to save her kids”

‘It apparently involved flipping everyone the bird’

“She decided to hide Luke with his Aunt and Uncle on Tatooine.”

“Padme had to walk to their house across the hot desert.”

Well at least it was a HAPPY desert, right Padme?

“So, Luke was safe. Now she had to take care of Leia.”

Young me would want you all to know that Padme was making mac and cheese in this picture.

“Padme had to feed Leia and wash her forever more.”

“She was a good mother, and hoped to see Luke again one day.”

why is this so sad 

“The End… BY SOPHIA”


I First Tasted the Universe on a Night Like This

A/N: happy belated Siblings Day! This is for all of my enablers: @omgfitzsimmons, @superirishbreakfasttea, @imperfectlychaotic, @youremorethanthatjemma. You guys are the best and worst thing to ever happen to me.

Summary: shortly before his departure, Hunter and Jemma go on a recon mission, during which they are stuck underneath some high school bleachers and get very bored.

“You love me, Lancelot.”

“Unfortunately, I do.”

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cs ff: Still a Lot of World to See

AN: I love writing about dancing and the intimacy that comes with it when you’re dancing with someone you hold dearly close to your heart. So here, have some fluff.


It was an old song, she remembers, she used to listen to in the bright red car of her old foster family. It was to the beat of a waltz, one-two-three, one-two-three, the strings soft and constant in the background of the melody. She used to think the song was funny, the female singer she couldn’t remember the name of crooning about the moon and a river and travelling in it, and then her foster father would take her hand, lead her to the middle of the living room, and guide her steps until she passed out giggling her little heart out.

That was one of the only few memories she’s had that does not plague her dreams at night. It was one of the few families that had really cared for her, and is it really that bad for her to relieve the spontaneous mid-afternoon dance lessons in the middle of her empty living room, when the song just kind of played out of nowhere in the radio because for once, they are not after some kind of fairy tale big bad? She’s got to have these little moments.

Come to think of it, she has been having a lot of them lately. She began noticing the changing leaves from the heat of the summer to the gradual coolness of the fall, she began having these walks in the park admiring the small pond and the ducks swimming around; she began appreciating the warmth of hand-holding, the comfort of an embrace, the sweet tingle of whispered words against her ear, of promises that are, for once, going to be fulfilled.

With him. With Hook–Killian Jones.

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Today on Fresh Air we discuss Post Traumatic Stress Disorder through the story of Iraq War veterans and couple, Kayla Williams and Brian McGough.  In October of 2003 an IED explosion went off, sending shrapnel through Brian’s head and causing permanent brain damage. The couple got closer, fell in love, and eventually married. Kayla Williams’ memoir Plenty of Time When We Get Home: Love and Recovery in the Aftermath of War shares the story of the unimaginable obstacles the couple faced, including rage, depression, and paranoia.

In the interview Williams explains how symptoms of PTSD are “adaptive in a combat zone”:

“A lot of what we think of as symptoms of PTSD are adaptive in a combat zone. So being hyper-vigilant, extremely alert to your surroundings, always monitoring your environment for potential threats and being prepared to respond with immediate violence if necessary if you perceive a threat — those are adaptive ways to be in a combat zone. Those traits keep you alive in a combat zone and it’s normal for anyone coming home to take a while to wind that down.

… I still feel my heart rate increase if I see trash on the side of the road because there’s a little piece of my brain that thinks it could be an IED. But for the vast majority of people those fairly normal symptoms fade within three to six months after coming home. But for people like Brian with pretty severe PTSD, that fading of those symptoms doesn’t happen and those normal ways to behave or think or be in a combat zone carry over into civilian settings where they’re actively counterproductive.”

photo of the Iraq War memorial at the Old North Church in Boston