Tips For Anyone Struggling With Anxiety/anyone Feeling Anxious (from A Very Anxious Boi)

the pokemon games got it right. every autistic ten year old who loves animals should be given a team of pets with godlike powers and released in the world to fight fascism.

Percy Jackson episode 6 + text posts

Two days ago my husband said "...and he was pissed" and I said "don't say that around the kids!" so he corrected himself to "and he was liquid angry" and I've been laughing since

Also… your post about ani loving back scratches omg.. you think he’s into like reader playing with his hair too?? His curls, and even when he had short hair like wow I just know that man has the softest hair ever

happy may the 4th! send me star wars requests/headcanons and we'll have a party <3

i pictured this as tcw!anakin's hair because it was like the cutest little baby mullet/shag where it was growing and curling against the nape of his neck and i wanted to scrunch it with my fingers so bad <333

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"Keep going."

"Hold on, hold on," You mutter, "My friend's texting me."

Anakin releases a displeased grunt into the fabric of your shirt, and you feel it where it lands warm in your lap.

"Easy," You tap away at the screen of your datapad, pecking letter by letter at what is shaping up to be a lengthy paragraph, "I thought they taught patience at the temple, Jedi Knight. I'll go back to playing with your hair as soon as I'm done."

Anakin grunts again, louder this time.

You don't dignify his dramatics with a response, and you continue typing, the lingering warmth of Anakin's hair fading from your fingertips. He lets you get half of a sentence more in before you feel an invisible tug at your hand, and it relocates itself against Anakin's scalp instead of where you'd placed it on your pad.

"Anakin!" You scoff, "Did you just force my hand back into your hair?"

He lets out a muffled chuckle into your sleep shirt, "Force."

"You are absolutely insufferable," You grumble, but you indulge him with the scrape of your nails against his scalp. It sends a shiver down his spine, and he burrows his face further into your stomach.

"You sound like Obi-Wan," He muses, "I've heard insufferable, incorrigible, reckless, untamable, unmanageable-"

"Unshushable," You add, still making a valiant effort at typing one-handed rather than returning your second hand to its rightful place among Anakin's barely-curled scruff, "Do you ever stop talking?"

"You love the sound of my voice," He accuses, peering up at you with squinted, tired eyes, "That's why you make me read to you at night."

"No, I make you read to me at night because the last thing you read was a users' manual for a landspeeder, and you barely even skimmed that," You scratch against the crown of his head and he groans, "I worry about your literary habits."

"I worry about your hair-playing habits," He reaches out to knock your datapad out of your hand which he drags back into his hair, "Come on, baby, you owe me three books-worth of this."

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

how the Queens would decorate their bedrooms

bc i’m lonely and I want to feel like i live there with them

Catalina- meticulously perfect and tidy. her bed is made, and the curtains are drawn. nothing is out of place, and she has everything labelled (this extends outside of her room and into places like the kitchen and laundry). Her bed is white with silk pillows, and her bed frame is one of those brass ones. she has pale gold curtains and a soft rug on top of the wood floor. she has a record player bc she can’t figure out modern technology, and she has a cubby hole for records, organised by the era.

Anne- she has an assortment of stuffed toys on her bed, and a whole shelf of troll dolls that are her pride and joy. she has her bisexual flag pinned up above her bed. she has a mood board full of pictures of the other queens and from the show. she also has several pictures of her and fans as well. her bed is never made, and the pillows on the bed are enough to swallow someone whole. her closet always seems empty because Cathy is always stealing her clothes, not that Anne minds. she has neon pillow covers and glow in the dark stars to match with Kat, though their placement is a lot more chaotic and less thought out.

Jane- her room is tidy, but not to the same extent as Catalina’s. she goes for a white monochromatic colour scheme, with pops of yellow and grey throughout. she often has a coat left out on her bed, and her yoga clothes hanging over the frame. she has a desk with a pen pot and laptop stand. she has a pretty minimalistic approach to decoration, so her room isn’t as busy as some of the other queens. 

Anna- she has a mini-fridge in the corner, filled with red bulls and pepsi. she has a tv mounted on the wall, and various switch games on her desk. her bed has a red quilt cover, with black detailing on the sides. she has rock music blaring at most hours of the day, and cassette tapes ready for gym trips. she has posters of her favourite boxers on her wall and a drum kit set up.

Kat- has posters of her favourite singers and albums sticky-taped onto her walls and the back of her door. there are clothes scattered and abandoned on the floor, and her closet is an overflowing mess. everything has a place in her mess, and she can tell you where everything is, even if it’s under a pile of clothes. she has a loft bed with a desk underneath. her bed is pale pink, and she has glow in the dark stars on her ceiling and walls that match with Anne.

Cathy- books. EVERYWHERE. they’re on the floor, the bed, the desk. they’re spilling out of the bookcase and they’re stacked against the wall. there are opened and half-read ones, and so many tabs in her favourite books. there are coffee cups from chain coffee stores and mugs scattered across the room. the curtains are always shut, but slivers of light filter a small gap between them and she can’t be bothered closing it any further. she has a dusty blue quilt cover, and matching pillows that seem to be anywhere but on the bed. her desk chair is never fully tucked in and her hardwood floors are bare apart from the piles of books. the only person who can figure out where to sit in amongst all the mess is Anne.

Kaz has very well thought methods

Rosewood Chronicles Characters Coping Mechanisms

Lottie: painting, musical theatre, Taylor Swift music and interviews, Studio Ghibli films, cheesy films from the 80′s/90′s, early Disney channel shows and movies, queer romance books (specifically either with a queer couple or a queer main character- she also gets very upset when her OTP doesn’t get together), funny baby complications on youtube, Claude Monet art, mood boards

Ellie: rock/metal music, Ricky Montgomery music, sci-fi films (Back to the Future, E.T, ghostbusters), ranting on Tumblr about her parents, writing music, boxing, vine complications, that one comedian I can never remember the name of, karate, dying her hair

Binah: cinnamon, her parents cooking, reading classics under a thick quilt, science videos, ted ed videos, 

Jamie: high fantasy books (he lives by Brandon Sanderson), running, ju jit zu 

Anastacia: painting her nails bright colours, adding things into her online shopping cart (she calls it ~therapy~), cuddling with Saskia, plaiting her hair,  

Saskia: knitting, cuddling with Anastacia, gymnastics

no because it’s really really important to me that in a world where we’re so used to the heroes punching and shooting their way to victory, thunderbolts* went out of its way to show us that the void is still very much a part of bob, and bob is their friend, so they’re going to accept every facet of who he is and give him a soft place to land, even if that means they’ll have to be the ones to pull him back from the darkness every single time. because that’s what friends family will do for each other, no questions asked.

Anne and Cathy’s first kiss

Anna and Cathy’s first kiss happened on a rainy Saturday, while the rest of the queens were asleep. It was one in the morning, and Cathy was awake writing. Like always. 

Anne had stumbled into the kitchen to grab a cup of water, when she noticed the other queen, tapping away on her laptop. Cathy had been too engrossed in her writing to notice Anne, and too engrossed still when she didn’t react to the water being turned on and Anne filling up her cup.  

“Shit,” Anne muttered. The glass she had been holding was spilling over and getting on her hands. Pouring out a bit of the water and grabbing a towel to dry her hands, Cathy’s eyes finally glanced up.

“Anne?”

Anne blushed slightly. “Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to distract you.”

If only Anne knew how often Cathy got distracted by her smile.

“N- No it’s fine, I was nearly done anyway,” Cathy said, attempting a reassuring smile, but it came out more like a grimace. 

Anne, picking up the glass, made her way to Cathy. She sat down on the seat next to her, looking at the other girl’s face illuminated by the light of the computer. 

“What are you working on?” Anne asked.

“Uh, nothing much,” Cathy said, repositioning herself on the chair. “You can read it if you want. But you don’t have to, I mean no pressure or anything. It’s probably stupid anyway.” Cathy stared at her hands. She hadn’t meant for it to all rush out like that. Damn, she hoped Anne didn’t think she was being pushy.

“No, I’d love to read it. I’m sure it’s great,” Anne smiled, taking the laptop and propping it against her knees.

Cathy watched the other girl’s eyes move from one line to the next. Anne was smiling softly, and when she neared the bottom of the page, she reached out and held Cathy’s hand.

“It’s really good,” Anne said enthusiastically, with a twinkle in her eyes when she’d finished.

Cathy dipped her head, smiling at the praise.

She took the laptop and placed it on the table in front of her. She looked back at Anne, who was fidgeting with the hem of her pajama shirt.

“Can I kiss you?” Anne asked suddenly.

“What?” Cathy said, despite hearing Anne perfectly well. 

“Can I kiss you?’ Anne repeated, looking at Cathy’s lips and then her brown eyes.

Anne’s mind was going in spirals. I shouldn’t have said that. What if she doesn’t like me? What if she says no? What if I’ve ruined everything? 

“Yes,” Cathy's soft voice cut through Anne’s thoughts.  Anne’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Of course you can kiss me.”

Anne hesitantly put a hand on Cathy’s cheek, playing with the curls by her ear. She moved her head closer, just barely connecting their lips. 

Cathy felt the tickle of breath against the top of her lip, Anne’s soft lips brushing gently against Cathy’s. She couldn’t wait any longer. She wouldn’t wait any longer.

In a burst of newfound bravery, Cathy pushed her lips closer to Anne, taking the other girl’s face in between her hands.

Anne opened her eyes momentarily, shocked by Cathy. She smiled into the kiss, moving her hands onto Cathy’s waist.

The two eventually broke apart, smiling giddily. They ended up sharing kisses all the way into the morning, when they were found by Kat they were cuddled together in each other's arms and fast asleep.