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nelkcats · 10 months
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Therapy needed
Danny needed therapy, that was pretty obvious. After the whole "my future self killed everyone because my family died" thing it became pretty obvious that he needed to acknowledge his traumas and deal with them properly before another Dan happened or his emotions just exploded. The fact that his parents wanted to kill him and no one would acknowledge his death was making things worse.
So he asked his sister for help, but Jazz being annoyingly responsible commented that he couldn't become her patient, something about how personal feelings could cloud her judgment and family can't give each other therapy. Danny thought it was a bit hypocritical considering she used him as a lab rat with her psychology books but decided not to say anything.
The fact that Jazz could not be his therapist made everything 10 times more complicated. First of all because Danny had a trauma with psychologists (and wasn't that ironic? He blamed Spectra for that), and secondly that no one would believe his whole life story or keep it a secret. It was unfortunate that the Yetis were general health doctors and not mental health doctors because that would have solved his problem.
Just as he was about to give up and continue to treat his traumas as a recurring joke, Jazz introduced him to someone. Her name was Harleen Frances Quinzel and she was completely crazy, but according to Jazz she was excellent at her job. Danny had his doubts but in the end he agreed to have an appointment with her.
Strangely, Harley Quinn lived up to his sister's expectations, not being upset when Danny asked to change the decor of the place (Spectra had done a number on his head, common offices became uncomfortable for him), nor when Danny almost froze her by accident. Harley was patient, attentive and considered all his suggestions, accepting or denying as needed. Danny liked it.
The only complaint the halfa had were about the stalkers on the roof who were always watching him on his way to and from Harley's house, it was getting very annoying. One of them panicked when Danny came out crying - couldn't a ghost face his traumas in peace!?
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gildedoak · 24 days
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Episode 7: Beignets!
I rewatched S2E2 of Helluva Boss ("Seeing Stars") and got hit with that BANGER of a line from Loona about dads having issues and messing up all the time but still caring. VIVZIE, I am sensing a THEMEEEEEEE.
And thank you for all the lovely comments thus far! I'm so tickled to see how many folks connect with this, whether you're from the American South or not. Food is such a core love language for so many people.
SOUTHERN COMFORT FOOD SERIES Chicken and Waffles Sweet Tea Peach Cobbler Hushpuppies Crab/Crawfish Boil Gumbo (plus character notes!) Beignets Part 2 Shrimp and Grits Fried Catfish Cornbread Pecan Pie Biscuits and Gravy
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[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Radioapple comic
PANEL 1: (Lucifer sits atop a barstool-like chair on his balcony at the hotel. He's curled up in on himself, quietly crying with his head in his arms as he slumps over the marble balustrade and his tail curled around his ankles.)
PANEL 2: (Alastor gently sets a large platter of fresh beignets next to Lucifer's arm, and Lucifer glances up, looking miserable.) Alastor: (offscreen) You're not a bad father, you know.
PANEL 3: (Alastor strikes a jazz-hands pose as a canned laugh track emanates from his cane.) Alastor: Granted, YES you did fail spectacularly! You fail A LOT. But...
PANEL 4: (Closeup of the lower half of Lucifer's face as more tears fall down his cheeks.) Alastor: (offscreen) ...you're consistently, SINCERELY trying. And that is incredibly important.
PANEL 5: (closeup of Alastor's right eye in profile) Alastor: It's certainly more than my father ever did.
PANEL 6: (Alastor reaches over and places a hand on Lucifer's, which is still clutching at his upper arm. Though we can't see Lucifer's face, he's sitting a little straighter, looking up at Alastor.) Alastor: (offscreen) Or yours, for that matter.
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my-autism-adhd-blog · 6 months
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Autistic Burnout can Cause
Feelings os isolation
Negative thoughts
Independence incapacity
Feelings of self doubt
Poor self image/concept
Poor mental health
Reduced quality of life
Feelings of self loathing
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wannabanauthor · 9 days
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For those of us who started watching 9-1-1 again or for the first time because of the BuckTommy kiss, you are valid for wanting to watch the show only for that. It might help to look up summaries of what happened on the wiki to get a better feels for the characters to help in your shipping experience, but it’s also okay if you only watch BuckTommy scenes.
You’re allowed to enjoy fictional media in whatever way you want that’s not illegal. There are no gold medals given out for how you watch it. At all. You’re allowed to like what you like and discard the rest for whatever reason.
Me personally, I cannot emotionally handle all the drama in the show. I watched S1 and most of S2, and it was so heavy that I looked up to see if a pairing would happen and saw that it didn’t, so I quit the show because it was not worth emotional rollercoaster it put me on.
I work in mental health in my real life, and I have seen so many horrifying things in charts that I do not need to seek out emotionally traumatizing fiction outside my designated PMS days where I let my emotions run free.
Seriously though. I’ve been struggling with feeling like not a real fan of the show, but then I realized that it doesn’t matter. I’m not here to impress online strangers who definitely don’t sign my paychecks or pay my bills. I do that on my own, so I don’t give a fuck how people perceive me as a fan.
I’m 32 years old, and I have experienced a lot of loss in my life over the past 11 years. So many deaths of loved ones and funerals. Let’s not even discuss the performance punishment at my previous job that stressed me out so much that I was ready to leave this earth twice, and my parents had to intervene to talk me down. My mom, my former work mom, and stepmom all got cancer a few years ago, like one after the other, and survived. Do you really think that I need to watch the entire show and know all the details to be a proper fan? Especially with how heavy 9-1-1 can be?
So for my fellow fans and shippers of BuckTommy, enjoy the show however you want. There’s no right or wrong way to watch a show. Engaging in fandom however, is a different thing all together. But it’s perfectly fine to ship what you ship and ignore everything else. I’ve done it with several shows. Hell, some shows got my attention because of ships, and I stayed after the show went downhill because of the ships, but then eventually stopped watching. Or most of the time I quit when I see my ship sinking because I’ve been there when my ships had one character killed in a triggering way that relates to their marginalized status, and that has led me to have real life emotional breakdowns.
So take care of your mental health, and watch shows for whatever reason you want. People might judge you or look down on you, but that’s their fucking problem. Not yours. Why are they so obsessed with you anyway?
Have a wonderful weekend, folks, and remember the block button is there for a reason.
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justmeinadaze · 3 months
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"I'm Just a F**ked Up Girl Looking For Her Own Peace of Mind"
I'm currently experience this and struggling with it so I wrote a little thing here. *sighs*
TW: Mental health (anxiety and depression), child abuse, mentions of suicidal thoughts. Reader has a breakdown and the guys help her through.
Eddie firmly barreled open the front door as he powerwalked into the house. Steve had texted those two words he dreaded every time he got a text from the former jock. 
“Bad day.”
When they started dating you, you told them about your past. About the hospital stay and medication… the depressive lows and manic anxiety episodes… the thoughts that pushed through your head from time to time even though your life was so much better now than where it had been. 
“I’m not…easy…to be with.”
“That’s ok, honey, neither are we.”
You three had laughed at that at the time. 
The first time they experienced it broke their hearts for you. People always mentioned “feeling depressed” or “oh I’m so anxious about this thing!” but they discovered the true meaning of those words during your first break in front of them.
They hadn’t moved in with you yet so you were able to hide the fact that you hadn’t been sleeping. Your mind constantly reminding you of things that needed to be done and how you were a failure for not doing them. Nightmares plagued your dreams at all hours so you just gave up, scrolling through your phone instead as the mental illness continued to whisper.
“Do better. You’re lazy. May as well just get it over with and end the burden you put on people.”
That following evening you had a date night with them at their place and you couldn’t cancel. You genuinely wanted to see them but you were so tired…
“A good girlfriend goes out on dates. Go ahead. Cancel. Let’s see how quick they leave you for someone better.”
Through the first half of the movie they put on, your leg never stopped moving. Steve watched as your eyes never stayed focus in one place. Eddie felt your erratic energy radiate off you as you switched from holding his hand to letting go every few minutes. 
“Baby? Is everything ok?”
“Yeah.”, you responded a bit too enthusiastically. “Yeah, Ed, I’m fine. I’m just…I’m just a bit tired. It’s ok. I’ll get over it.”
Steve paused the film and as his hand petted your head you broke down. 
“I’m sorry. Fuck! Why can’t I be normal?! I’m ruining everything. You should just leave me and find someone better.”
“Hey, hey. No. Sweetheart, no one is better than you.”
“Talk to us, honey. What’s going on?”
You sobbed as you told them what had been happening over the last few days. The listened intently, comforting you anyway they could think of in that moment. 
“They don’t go away, Steve. Those thoughts never go away. Most days I can manage them but they are always there. W-Who can I tell? If I tell a therapist or a doctor they will put me back in the hospital even though I’m not going to do anything… I can’t tell my friends because I feel like I’m burdening them or they just don’t care. I can’t tell people in general because then I’m being ‘overdramatic’. I can’t take time to heal because I’m supposed to ‘suck it up’. So I do… Eddie, I want my brain to just stop telling me I want to die because I really don’t. Some days, though, on bad days…it’s so loud…”
The metalhead yanked you to his chest as you cried, crying with you as he tightened his grip as if he could squeeze all your broken pieces back together. He’d give anything to take your pain away, they both would. 
Today was a manic day and Steve picked up on it fast. Today was his day off and as soon as you woke up, you barely said a word. He asked you if you wanted breakfast and you shot him an angry look as you walked away. Turning on the tv, he put on the game but after a few minutes you came around the corner snapping at him to turn the noise down. Even when he muted the sound, he could hear you growling and swearing under your breath as you moved around the bedroom. 
Other people would see it as you being a brat; causing drama for the sake of drama. 
You wished you could make the world understand that was the opposite of what you wanted. In an episode like this everything was just…amplified…and for some reason your brain insisted it was on purpose. Steve was purposely turning up the volume to get under skin. The birds chirping outside knew you were on the edge so they gathered outside your window with intent. Even the clock on the bed side table was mocking you. 
Both men tried to handle days like this by themselves but when it got to a certain point, they knew they needed to come together to help you. That point came when you abruptly screamed and threw something hard against the wall. 
When Eddie entered the bedroom, Steve was off to the side watching you as you angrily paced, fluttering your fingers with eyes squeezed tightly closed. 
“What happened?”
Your eyes open at the sound of his voice as you shrugged and threw your hands in the air. 
“What happened? What the fuck happened?! Oh, I don’t know. Where do we start, Eddie?! This house is a fucking mess. I tell you guys all the time I need fucking help! I’m not a maid! I’m your girlfriend! But who fucking cares right?! We can just live in trash and be unhappy!”
They knew better than to respond. Before you three moved in together, you had suggested they come to therapy with you and they were surprised with some of the things they learned. They and even you knew they were more than accommodating when it came to housework and splitting household chores. When you were growing up, however, it was never enough.
“Jesus Christ, Y/N, look at this mess! Did you do anything today?!”
Little you looked around at the immaculate living room wondering what else you could have missed. 
“I work and I slave all day at a job I hate so you can have food and a roof! The least you could do is fucking get off your ass and clean a bit!”
“I-I’m sorry, mama.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just do your job! We’re a team remember? I need you to pull your weight.”
They could almost see interactions like that replaying through your eyes and it killed them. They also saw how fast the logic brain took over as you realized what you were doing before the depressive brain abruptly took over.
“I’m sorry. I-I don’t mean to… I know I’m being crazy…I just…” You lean your back against the wall and slide to the floor with your hands over your ears. 
Both men descend with you, crawling closer to you and as soon as Steve’s hand touches your bicep you head shoots up with eyes full of tears. 
“I’m sorry. You two don’t deserve this. I’m a terrible girlfriend.”
“No, baby, you’re not terrible. Everything’s ok.”
“I-I-I appreciate…e-e-every…everything you guys do. Fuck. Everything is so loud, Eddie. I can’t… I couldn’t…I just wanted to scream…”
“Then scream.” You laughed at his response as you wiped your eyes but he insisted. “I’m serious, sweetheart. Just let go.”
“What about…about the neighbors?”
“Like they don’t get an earful almost every night.”, he jokes, grinning when you laugh again. “Go ahead. Just lean back and let loose.”
You roll your eyes as you do what he says but it’s a small shout that barely echoes in the room. 
“Wow. That was both adorable and pathetic. Come on now. Steve, why don’t you try?”
Chuckling, he struggles to stop smiling making you giggle harder before finally closing his eyes and letting out a good scream that makes the metalhead clap. 
“That’s the king of Hawkins right there! Now try again princess.”
Sighing at his antics, you do as he says actually letting go while they scrunch their face and cover their ears. 
“Woo! That was like Banshee from X-Men! Way to go!”
“What about you, nerd?”, you ask as he smirks.
Eddie doesn’t even hesitate as he leans his head back and howls loudly like a wolf. 
“I love you both.”, you softly grin as you reach for both boy’s hands. “I’m sorry for being…me.”
Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, Steve tilts you closer to him and kisses the top of your head. 
“Don’t ever apologize for being you, honey. We love you. Every part of you.”
“We know everyday you’re trying, baby. Unlike your mother who insists on being an evil little gremlin.” You giggle at Eddie’s interpretation. “Like your wizard of a therapist said, healing takes time and we’ll be with you every step of the way.”
“Jesus, Munson, you ARE a nerd.”, Steve jests. “But the other stuff he said I agree with.”
“Oh please! Tell me her doctor doesn’t sound like Gandalf from time to time.”
“I still have no idea who that is.”
After rising to his feet, the metalhead grabs your hands and pulls you off the floor. 
“Well, I know what we’re doing tonight.”, he announces with a mischievous smirk before kissing your lips and running back towards the living room. 
“I’ll make dinner.”, Steve murmurs as he leans down to kiss your lips as well. 
“Oh, you know he won’t allow that. He’s going to want you in front of the tv so you don’t miss anything.”
“True. Hm. How about Enzos delivered?”
When you nod, he caresses your cheek before disappearing after his friend. 
As your eyes glance around the room again everything seems different than it did before. Instead of seeing a mess ridden, dark empty area, you saw a bright room filled with memories of the men you loved making you laugh and feel loved unconditionally. 
“But for how long? It’s only a matter of time.”
“No, it’s not.”, you whisper. 
Taking a deep breath, you head towards the living room where Eddie and Steve greet you with a comforting smile. 
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positivelypositive · 9 months
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if you've tried...
...to protect a loved one from negative thoughts, self doubt, and mental health issues, even in the most minimal ways -
then know that you're a good person. you care, you empathize, and above all you try to help.
never doubt your goodness. you're a star ✨
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dsireland86 · 11 days
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Thank god!!! I've been really worried... not gonna lie. I believe this is the reason for so many yucky people who have complained about the lack of social interactions Noah's been giving and the lack of enthusiasm. They are drained!!! Literally!! Bless him.... I'm sure he feels like a disappointment, but I hope that he's able to read all the positive and encouraging comments the cult has been dropping on Twitter!! It's refreshing. Keep our boys in prayer if you will. Human to human, they need compassion, love, support, and respect.
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tia-222 · 12 days
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i feel sooo drained mentally! Help bae!
(love ye blog btw)
Awww, love, what's wrong? Sending sm of hugs your way!! Idk what you're going through right now, but everything is gonna be ok. Whatever you feel that is draining you out, take a break from it. Just unwind a bit ok, love, like take a day out to treat yourself! I hope you're doing ok now tho? You can always send me asks ♡, I'll be here for youu. I love you so much, mwahss
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sometimes having experience working in film is a blessing and a curse in this fandom; i say that with love but some of yall freak out over things that realistically would not make sense from both a narrative standpoint or even a business standpoint…
sometimes it’s best to just take a breath and honestly…. ignore the takes you disagree with and/or dont want to see happen; it saves so much time and energy
i say this as someone who struggles with spiraling due to my severe anxiety and depression, but mental health is important and if it’s gotten to a point where a bts photo of someone crossing paths with an actor from another show has you stressed to the point of shaking and/or panicking, then it might be best to take a step back and find a different outlet
your mental health is more important than a tv show… your wellbeing is more important than a tv show… you are more important than a tv show.
so please, yall, take care of yourselves 💕🙏
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⚠️te homophobia⚠️
not even joking some homophobic guys were “singing” we fell in love in october the “my girl my girl my girl” part and as the girl in red addict i am i ofc recognized it and like
lil spiral
idk if they know it’s by girl in red cuz i post on the socials they know abt that i like girl in red and am like obsessed or if they know the song is sapphic or if they know girl in red is lesbian or that the song is gay or if they only heard the song from tik tok or like what if they know it’s queer and they know i like her music like they r acc so homophobic and transphobic like help. me.
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delciastudies · 1 year
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[04.12.22] ✧ my little home ft my new 2022-2023 digital planner from @emmastudies
Feeling cozy being inside and resting on the weekend.
I am so happy to share that I have an incredible therapist in Geneva and I have been working out (ya girl joined a boxing club haha what!!). I have also been prioritizing comfort and warmth around me - in the literal sense - and have been wearing looser and comfier clothes, not realizing I had been ignoring my cues on touch sensitivity and overstimulation.
And let me tell you, and I have felt incredibly better.
Like, suddenly I’m less depressed, which is a bit wild because I don’t remember the last time I’ve felt “less depressed”?
Mostly now it’s really a sensation of comfort and warm and soft and looking forward to things and ooh this feels good or yes I can do that. And I feel it really in the center of my body, like in my heart space and solar plexus chakra - like the energy is just radiating! It’s a sensation I hold onto when I go into situations that I know will stress me out.
It’s also a sensation that has helped me feel less anxious about leaving my apartment - an anxiety deeply rooted with the social and physical discomfort of going outside and doing things. Discomfort in the sense of a bit of social anxiety, a bit of exhaustion, most often a discomfort with the temperature, some sort of looming responsibility or deadline (work, school), and the stimulation-saturated overwhelming nature of the public. But I know I am feeling a bit better because this is getting easier for me. ♥️
Anyway, explanations over! I hope all of you are finding some sweet rest and warmth during the change of season. 🤍
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my-autism-adhd-blog · 9 months
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As a Neurodivergent, When I’m happy, I feel the happiest I could ever feel. When I’m sad, I feel the saddest I could feel.
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harf-e-kun · 8 months
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#WorldMentalHealthDay2023 💚
Some days are harder than others. And some seasons of life are more painful than others. There is wisdom in letting the tears fall and welcoming the feelings as they come. Better out than in.
Feeling support and a sense of containment is supportive when wading through seemingly overwhelming emotions.
It can be a lot to let go and feel them all, but finding pockets of time to do so is helpful so it's not quite so much all at once. As well as is identifying what resources, aka supportive people, practices, objects etc we have readily available so they're easy to remember when we need them most.
When we keep emotions in, they pile up and over time become hard, transform into stress and even health challenges.
Together we stand✊💚
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borderlinebelle · 8 months
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to: the girls, the gays, the theys, the dads, the sads, the mads, the masses…
ALL WEEKEND LONG: reblogging emotional gemstone posts from the version of me on tumblr in 2012🙂 Reminisce with me lovers. It’s been over 10 years of girlblog.
Live-blogging on tumblr live whenever all weekend, let’s be mutuals, pls let’s chat, pls let’s invite MORE friends.
Reblog! JOIN the convo, favorite my stream, get updates when I start a stream! and keep an eye out for us to hang out this weekend 😈
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ON RIGHT NOW ON TUMBLR LIVE : FRIDAY NIGHT SCREAM🔪 STREAM 730pm to 9:30pm EST
lets get this bread: Let’s get weird but in an appropriately unhinged way. thanks for your support.
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theereina · 3 months
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MENTAL HEALTH CHECK-IN
Pick one...
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I hope you make the choice to stay another day. I love you, Reina.💕
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j0kers-light · 16 days
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Hello light!✨💚
i have a lot of scars in my body and I'd lie if I told you they aren't my main insecurity, they aren't from sh, I just had really bad luck all my life (and shitty parents, if you get what I'm saying)
I have two scars in both of my knees from operations (Bruno Is Orange hit a little too close home) and they are quite ugly because they got infected, and a massive one that goes all over my back because I almost goy impaled by a traffic signal during a car accident.
AND I like to make up stories about them, bc they are usually funnier and that way I won't have people "I'm so sorry, you didn't deserve that 🥺🥺🥺" stfu lady, laugh at my joke.
SO if J likes the teasing, I would love to see how do you think he reacts to reader using his trick "oh... I see you are tracing my scar with your finger 🤓☝️ you wanna know how I got It, J?"
ALSO, I don't have fingerprints because I burnt my hands while cleaning with hydrofluoric acid at work (They didn't even pay for my medical care), so what I have in mind is a really mysterious reader who J doesn't know anything about and can't find info about her and It just being really frustrating ???
Maybe reader has the same history I do, but like, she is not from the USA (I'm from México, my mama is from Nigeria and my dad is German) and arrived to the States by doing ilegal things so he can't find info in the American database because it does not exist in there ⁉️⁉️⁉️
SORRY, you don't have to do anything if you don't like this or idk, but thank you sm for reading all this 💚
My sweet summer child come here!! 😥🫂
I feel like calling child protective services on your behalf and getting you some restorations or something. You may be entitled to emotional damage compensation because sweet Gaia. 👀
Like. Forget Joker, I personally wanna give you a hug! But we’re all here for him so let’s discuss down below love. I made this into a hc I hope you don't mind🖤✨
Joker has always been cautious of you. He can't help but eye you warily and keep his distance at the beginning of the relationship.
Why? You don't exist. At least not in any national database. Your fingerprints aren't recorded nor is any personal records like birth certificate, etc.. OF COURSE HE'S SKETPICAL! Who are you?!
Poor poor Joker thinks you're a criminal with a dark, mysterious past. Or worse a spy sent to take him out from the inside. Your many scars and lack of credentials back up his theories.
But it'll be a let down to find out that you just have terrible and I do mean, terrible luck.
The first time he saw you naked, his eyes widened. Don't get him wrong, you're stunning! Verryy stunning... he just wasn't prepared for the full scale of your trauma being revealed and its a lot to take in.
He heard the outlandish stories you made up to justify the causes. You paint yourself out to be the female 007 when in reality you had it rough growing up.
Joker doesn't care how you got them, he's more concerned about your obvious insecurities behind them. They are misplaced and he will do everything in his power to erase them from your mind.
He loves the texture of your fingertips on his skin even if he does questions why they're burned and he now understands why you tend to cover up with clothes. He's here to tell you, you don't have to. You are so beautiful inside and out.
Joker admires the massive scar tissue on your back, its a work of art he must pay homage to. He kisses it softly and commemorates the shape to memory in the early hours of dawn.
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You are roused awake by light pressure on your back. It's nothing of concern but you do blink away sleep and look over your shoulder, only to find Joker on his knees worshiping your body.
Now that has you wide awake.
Joker's dirty green hair tickles your lower back as he kisses down the curve of your thighs to your legs. Warning signals blare in your head. You hate your body and its many imperfections but the amount of care Joker is bestowing upon it has you second guessing your negative thoughts.
Is it really that ugly? He kisses your skin, causing your whole body to jump. He knows you're awake now. Joker's eyes lock with your e/c in the morning light. His scars look enticing, yours does not. You think.
"Morning doll." He playfully nips at the skin you force yourself to hate.
"Uh.. g-good morning J. What're you.." You tried to roll over but Joker is quick to stop you.
"Aht stop that. Lay back, I'm ah.. wor-ship-ing my Bunny."
If you're able to blush, you probably are. You have no chose but to turn back around and let this madman decorate your body with marks of love not pain. Each love bite is followed by a kiss, no doubt it would bruise later. He wants it to so you have something positive to look at in the mirror. Joker takes his time exploring your body until he gets to the two scars on your knees.
You hate them the most since they became infected before it could heal but Joker doesn't see it that way. He kisses them with the upmost care that it makes your breath catch.
Its too intimate and to mask that feeling bubbling in your chest, you introduce humor. A coping mechanism for your trauma.
"Hehe.. I see you're ah interested in my scars J. Wanna know how I got them?" Your voice is shaking and you hope he doesn't comment on it.
Unfortunately much to your shock, Joker completely ignores you. You used his infamous one liner and he's not phased. Instead he slowly rolls you back over onto your stomach and continues his mission.
He trails kisses down your calves when you twist a bit to stare at him. "J? Did you hear me? You wanna know how I--"
"No."
"B-But.."
Joker sighs and leans up from his current bite mark, "Y/n. I don't uhh careee.. how ya got em' I wanna show ya how much I love them and you. So shuT up and let me work in peace."
and I oop.
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