Patrick James Errington, from "After All This Small Talk, You’d Think There’dBe No Weather Left"
If people are mad at you, it's their responsibility to tell you, not your responsibility to guess
If they're mad at you in secret anyways, they're the ones in the wrong, not you
If people don't like what you're doing, it's their responsibility to tell you
If they say it's fine when it's really not, they're the ones in the wrong, not you
People are allowed to be wrong about you
If they are wrong about you, wait for them to bring it up, because if you try to, you will inevitably overcorrect
Some people are committed to misunderstanding you. You will not win arguments against them. Yes, even if you explain your point of view. They do not care. Drop it
The worst thing that will happen from a first-time offense is being told not to do it again. Maybe with a replacement if you broke something
You can improve relationships and gauge willingness to talk to you by giving compliments. It's like a daily log-in bonus and nobody thinks twice about it
Most things are better after you sleep on them
Most things are better after you have a meal
Most things are better after you shower
Your brain makes up consequences that are irrational. If the worst DOES come to pass and someone acts like they do in your head, they are overreacting, and you are entitled to say "what the fuck"
If your chest hurts after you feel like you've made a social error, that's called rejection-sensitive dysphoria. It means your anxiety is so bad that it's causing you physical pain, which is a good indicator that you're overreacting. Tense yourself, hold it for 20 seconds, let it go, then find a distraction
If you're suddenly angry at someone after you feel like you made a social error, that's also rejection-sensitive dysphoria. You are going to feel annoyed about it for awhile, but being genuinely pissed off is your anxiety trying to find something to blame to take the responsibility off your shoulders, and getting scared because it can't justify itself. Deep breaths, ask yourself how much you ACTUALLY want to be angry at that person, then find a distraction
"Sour grapes" is more healthy for you than stewing. Deciding you don't like someone who's perpetually annoyed with you, won't talk to you, etc. makes letting go of anxiety over them easier
If people don't like you, they will find reasons to be annoyed with you when they otherwise wouldn't. If people do like you, they will find reasons NOT to be annoyed with you when they otherwise would. People do not ping-pong between the two
You DO have to make a conscious choice not to think about something. If you're having trouble circling back to it, say out loud that you're done thinking about it and why. Then find a distraction
When you're upset, part of you is going to want to make false bids for attention (suddenly texting differently, heavy sighs, etc. but when someone asks you about it, you tell them it's nothing). Do not listen to it. You gain nothing from it except more misery
People like to help people they care about. It makes them feel good about themselves
If you think you're insufferable for needing help, see above. Yes, really. They get a serotonin kick from it
If you think you're insufferable for mannerisms you have, you either have to consciously choose not to do them, or accept that they're part of the package that comes with you. Being apologetic about existing does nothing except make you more miserable
If you do things you don't like when you feel meh about it, it makes it easier to do them when you hate it
If you avoid things you don't like when you feel meh about it, it reinforces and magnifies how bad it feels when you hate it
Seriously. Read those last two points again. If you can make yourself make a phone call when you've got nothing to lose, you will slowly lose that panic you get when you have to make a phone call you haven't prepared for. You do have to CONSCIOUSLY take that step
Hobbies that make you care for something get rid of that nagging feeling that you're not doing enough. Go grow some rosemary
If you don't engage with your hobbies regularly, you will feel miserable, and anxiety will spike
Hobbies are things that give you a bit of happiness. They do not have to be organized or named to do that. Go be creative in something. Play with coins. Make up lists. Start a new WIP
No one cares what you look like
If people point out things they don't like about how you look unprompted, they are being rude. You are entitled to say "what the fuck"
People who like you will find you pretty to some degree. Minor things about your appearance go completely unnoticed. Literally, scars and dots and blemishes do not register to someone who likes your company
You looking at yourself in the mirror is 10x more closely than anyone is going to look at you
If you're anxious about your body type, and you're creatively inclined, make/write an oc with that same shape. Give them nice things and make other characters love them. Put them on adventures. You'll start to see yourself in the mirror more kindly
You care about wording and perfect lines/colors way more than anyone who views your work ever will
Sometimes when you're upset, you're going to feel like not eating. Do not do that. Not eating makes you more miserable
Same with things you normally enjoy. Denying yourself helps no one. You are punishing yourself for being sad. Stop it
Both of these will take conscious decision to break the habit of. Make yourself do it anyways, and it will slowly get easier
And again, to reiterate: If someone is mad at you, it is THEIR responsibility to tell you, not your responsibility to guess
PRISONERS (2013) dir. Denis Villeneuve
#BOBBY NASH THIS WAS SO HOT OF YOU
KYLE GALLNER as ALEX Alien Code | 2018
Everybody always talks about "oops the fic was longer than it was meant to be"
But shoutout to my fellow "can't/can rarely write a multichap/anything longer than 5k or so max, often way less" writers who just can't seen to stop their fic from being shorter than intended.
Anyway longform and shortform writing are different skillsets and while fandom often only cares about, appreciates, and praises the former, I always love you, fellow shorter fic writers. A drabble is a challenge, and not every story needs to be 30k+. Shorter fics are amazing.
from camcorder kidnapping (everyone act surprised sjkdfj) :)
The shape of Payne looms above him, and that’s when River recognizes what a horrifically bad idea it was to sprawl boneless and vulnerable on the floor this way. At least sitting up he had a chance to dodge, to duck. Now he’s entirely under Payne’s body and he can’t gather the strength to pull himself upright, and that’s not good, that’s incredibly not good, and there’s a prickly numb panic swelling in his throat, in his chest— “When he gets here, River?” A boot comes down to the left of River’s shoulder. Not touching. But boxing him in. “Yeah,” says River, even as that panic balloons to the point of suffocating, “when he gets here. He doesn’t leave his agents behind in the field. I mean, maybe he’d’ve left you behind, but you’re an arsehole—” The second boot slams into the concrete. Its impact sends a dizzying ring through River’s skull. “Lamb isn’t coming for you, you stupid fucking child.”
"There’s a docile sweetness to the way he leans into her hold"
"“Sorry,” he murmurs again, but this time she knows he means that he’s sorry for scaring her. His next ragged exhale whispers against the heel of her palm. “Didn’t mean to.” "
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to the surprise of ABSOLUTELY NO ONE i am once again yapping on about camcorder kidnapping :)
Carefully, she eases her wrist from River’s grasp and inches closer, moving with a snail’s slowness. “River,” she says, and then, choosing not to overthink it: “Darling, it’s me. It’s Catherine. Can I… can I touch your face?” She waits for his nod, which comes after an agonizing pause, before cupping her palm to the gentle curve of his face, the feverishly-bruised quality of it. Her thumb traces his cheek once, twice. “I’m sorry for shouting. I shouldn’t have. But you scared me, River. Your shoulder’s been dislocated. You can’t move it until I set it.” River’s jaw tenses beneath her palm, but gentles almost immediately. There’s a docile sweetness to the way he leans into her hold, a flower seeking the light of the sun, a cat sprawled under the amber-drenched sky. “Sorry,” he murmurs again, but this time she knows he means that he’s sorry for scaring her. His next ragged exhale whispers against the heel of her palm. “Didn’t mean to.”
please go off abt detective loki,,, im curious to hear what u have to say abt him!!! 💖
*SLAMS CHAIR DOWN*
SO. YOU WANT ME TO GO OFF ABOUT LOKI.
Praying for you that this read more link works bc otherwise this is gonna be a Cursed Post to all my poor followers. Shit gets long. I have A Lot to say akdjfshfk
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