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wolfhowls · 2 years

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Purple Noir Week day 3

This Fanfic is part of @purplenoir-week (see their tumblr for details). Day 3 - Claws Morricat

Summary

When Ladybug asks Purple Tigress to take her place during a patrol (because Marinette is busy preparing a birthday party for Adrien), Juleka discovers by accident the identity of her feline companion, and not only. She finds out how hurt Chat Noir is that Ladybug keeps him in the dark. So, even thanks to the Miraculous lifting her confidence, Juleka decides to help him, like he did when she needed support (Guiltrip). But things aren't as easy as they look… Miraculous: tales of Ladybug e Chat Noir - Zagtoon, Method Animation, Toei Animation, SAMG Animation, De Agostini Editore, Nelvana, Cartoon Network Studios All rights are reserved to their owners.

The schoolyard is now full with life-size bas-reliefs of people on the run. From the roof, Juleka watches the situation, trying to work out a strategy. Shortcutter is still in the courtyard, walking among the statues; evidently he hasn't found Chloé yet. Also, on the steps and just beyond the gate there are other petrified people,which meant that the Akumized must have been hit almost outside the building.

Juleka reflects on what to do. “There's still no sign of Ladybug, I hope that she hasn't been hit before she could transform, like it happened to Adrien. I don't have the time to free everybody! Maybe I could free Adrien," she muses, "but I could no longer help him later, since he would end up without powers and would be even more vulnerable than ever…”

Juleka's reasoning is interrupted by the unmistakable sound of Ladybug's yo yo and a soft thud behind her. With a sigh of relief he turns to greet her companion and gasps.

"Lad-No, you're not Ladybug!"

Scarabella gives her a sidelong look and raises an eyebrow. "And...let me guess, you are obviously not Chat Noir!" In front of her there is a slightly taller girl. Her hair, from which two feline ears emerge, tied in a long high tail, of a color faded from purple to black at the tips. She wears a black mask and a bodycon jumpsuit similar to Lady Noire's, with bright purple edges and seams and tulle-like embellishments on the edges. A pair of nunchakus hang from the belt. Above, the jumpsuit looks like a mixture between a coat and a cape, with her sleeves ending at the elbow, divided in two at the back by a long purple slit up to mid-back. A long tail emerges at the height of the waist. The inside of the lining has a pattern of cat footprints, which varies in color from pink to blue.

The two look at each other for a moment, then Scarabella scratches her head and says, “Ok, forget it. Let's just say that the...originals are there somewhere and that..." She points to the courtyard below them, then she desperately facepalms. "Argh! It will never work, how long will it take before we'll both understand their secret identity?"

"Calm down...um…?" starts Juleka, a frown furrowing her brows as she looks at her polka dotted companion pointedly.

"Oh, sorry! I'm Scarabella," says she with a sigh. Then she mirrors the other girl's eyebrow raised and asks, "And…you are...?"

“Um…I'm…Morricat!" Juleka bangs her fist against the palm of the other hand, after having scratched her chin slightly as she conjured a hero's name. "You know, like Morrigan, the Celtic goddess of War and, well, ... cat—".

Scarabella looks at her sideways and facepalms again. "Oh my God," she mutters. "Is it Plagg who has this horrible sense of hu...ah, forget it!"

Morricat blinks at her in confusion, but soon decides to follow the other girl's suggestion and focuses on the task at hand. "Ok, let's team up and solve this matter quickly!"

"Now this makes a change...when I showed up last time, Chat Noir wanted to cataclysm my face!"

"For real?" asks the other, her cat-like eyes widening in amazement.

"Yes, he thought I was a sentimonster or that I'd hurt Ladybug!" explains Scarabella, with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Niiice…" mumbles Morricat, then looks at the other. "So, what's the plan?"

Scarabella beckons the other to move away from the edge. “We have to think of a strategy. I think that the Akuma may be in the chisel he casts the rays from. But we must absolutely prevent him from hitting us. " Morricat thinks carefully about the situation, a hand on her chin. “We could…I could distract him and you grab his chisel, or…If I'm not mistaken he's looking for, um, someone. Maybe we need to find this person before he does, to have an advantage?"

The other snorts again. “I know who she is looking for, and I assure you that I would be tempted to bring her to him tied up like a salami so that the Akuma does what it wants. But unfortunately we can't. "

Meanwhile, Shortcutter has come out of the school and is petrifying random people. “That grumpy girl wanted a statue right? So here it comes! Come on, Chloé Bourgeois, I have a shortcut for you!" He looks around, casting more rays towards innocent people and buildings. “But I don't like any of you! You're too normal! I want to portray two superheroes! Maybe Ladybug and Chat Noir” he shouts.

Scarabella follows him with her gaze, frowning at his words. “Let's get to work…and stop him before he petrifies the whole city! You distract him," she says looking at Juleka who nods decisively. "I'll call the Lucky Charm, ok?"

"You're on!" Morricat jumps off the roof, landing on the road in front of the akumatized victim. “It's not exactly like when I'm Tigresse,” she thinks, then she raises her purple eyes, staring at her opponent. “Hey, Pierre, something tells me that you'll have to settle for meow!" She smirks. "Morricat, I've no pleasure to meet you!" She says to introduce herself, twirling her nunchaku.

“I don't know who this Pierre is, but I like your aesthetic choice, kitty. Shall I keep the memory of you alive forever with a beautiful sculpture?" replies Shortcutter, throwing a couple of rays at Morricat, who avoids them by swerving to the side and rolling onto his back, getting up on all fours.

Papillombre in his lair is perplexed. “Morricat? Looks like a new holder, what happened to Chat Noir? If he was petrified, he should have the ring with him so…who's this?" he reflects, then concentrates, a purple shape appears around his face, as well as on the face of the akumatized victim. "Shortcutter! Make sure he has the Miraculous of the Cat! " he orders telepathically.

"Sure, Papillombre," replies the victim, slowly approaching Morricat, who stands in a defensive pose, and begins to circle the opponent. "I have already spotted the reflection of something metallic on her finger"

"I dare you come and get it!" growls Morricat, thinking: "If I look threatening and keep him busy it should work… please, Scarabella, hurry up, I don't know how long I'll be able to play this game."

Scarabella is turning the Lucky Charm she's just caught among her hands: a small statuette of a woman, draped in a stylish Greek tunic, with snakes instead of hair. Scarabella recognises her as the Medusa from the Greek myth.

“Agh, the usual indirect clue…” exclaims the red and black polka dotted heroine, running on the roof of the school towards the street and observing Morricat from above as she turns around Shortcutter, who tries in vain to hit her. "She's really good…who knows who she is, we should have her on the team..." she thinks. Then, she shakes her head, bringing her attention back to the statuette in her hand. "Think, Alya...in the myth of Medusa...yes! I have it! Perseus snatches her head off by looking at the reflection in his shield, so as not to be petrified!"

Scarabella jumps off the roof and whistles to attract the attention of the akumatized victim and the cat-girl trying to keep it away. "Hey, it's not fair that only you get to play!" she shouts. Then, when Shortcutter turns to her, she adds, "You're forgetting the magnificent, brave and beautiful Scarabella!" she exclaims, holding the yo-yo and spinning it like a shield.

The purple silhouette reappears in front of the akumatized man's face, who mumbles, “Another newbie huh? What happened to the other two? ” Then, he starts throwing rays alternately at the two girls, who avoid them without much difficulty, jumping and somersaulting in opposite directions and surrounding their opponent. "Who did you call a newbie, old grumps?" snaps Scarabella, throwing herself behind a billboard and ending up back to back with Morricat. "Did you understand how to use the Lucky Charm?" asks the latter. "I'm starting to get tired of playing cat and mouse, especially because I'm the mouse, and I'm supposed to be the cat!" she snaps, peering at their opponent.

"I'm almost there, give me another second..." replies Scarabella, looking around with a frown, searching for something to give her the solution. Then, her gaze lights up. "Here!" she exclaims, pointing with her chin one of those mirrors positioned on the intersections, to cover the blind spots.

The mirror perfectly reflects the image of Shortcutter, who's approaching the girls. Scarabella whispers "Ready?" holding her yo-yo and starting to rotate it, her gaze locked on the mirror.

Morricat nods. "Cataclysm!" she mutters and looks briefly at her hand, taken aback for a split second by the sensation of the magic of destruction on the hand wearing the ring.

Shortcutter takes another step. "Well, newbies, are you already tired?"

Scarabella waits for the right moment. Then, still hidden behind the billboard, she throws the yo-yo, aiming through the mirror: she performs a perfect shot, and the chisel flies away from Shortcutter's grip. At the same time, Morricat throws himself from behind the hiding place and grabs the object with his right hand, breaking it to crumbs and releasing the akuma.

Emerging from behind the hiding place looking smug in her triumph, the heroine in red exclaims, "Scarabella defeats the evil!". Immediately, she captures the akuma in her yo-yo with a "Gotcha!" and finally addresses the white butterfly coming out of the yo-yo saying, "Don't let yourself be seen again, little butterfly!"

She turns to Morricat and winks at her, throwing the statue of Medusa up in the air and shouting, "Miraculous Scarabella!"

The flock of magical ladybugs expands in every direction, freeing all those affected by the bas-reliefs and also enveloping Marinette and Adrien, who find themselves wrapped into a tight embrace. They both blink in unison a couple of times, then Marinette realizes that she is lying on the ground, in Adrien's arms, and that they are both wearing less clothes than usual. Noticing the same detail, the boy lets her go and lifts himself up on his elbows, his face the image of embarrassment.

It's hard to tell which of the two takes on the darker shade of red as they snap apart, turning their backs. "Excuse me!" they say at the same time, then "No, sorry you!" together again, then they turn to look at each other and they both burst out laughing.

As soon as they recover from the shock, they both get up helping each other, then Marinette takes matters into her own hands “Are we all here? Has anyone been hurt? " he asks, looking at his mates and completely forgetting to wear only jeans and a tank top. With a sigh of relief, seeing that everyone is fine, she goes to the door, returned undamaged, opens it and looks out onto the inner courtyard, while behind her she hears Rose asking “Guys, has anyone seen Juleka? He was close to me when the akumized man entered… ".

Marinette turns to her friend and reassures her "She probably managed to escape, I don't even see Alya and Kim, they will certainly be fine, as always Ladybug has fixed everything."

While the Miraculous Cure repairs all the damage, Scarabella and Morricat flank Mr. Rocheux, sitting on the ground looking confused and worried. "But what..." mutters the man.

"You've been akumatized, but now everything is fine again," explains Scarabella, helping him to get back on his feet.

Rocheux dusts off his clothes. "Ah, now I remember...MY SCULPTURE!" he blurts out. “I was on the phone with the Mayor, he said that if I didn't let his daughter be one of the models, he would withdraw his donation! But Adrien and Marinette are absolutely perfect for that statue, those two complement each other perfectly!"

Morricat and Scarabella look at each other, then the cat-girl reaches out to Scarabella, with a clenched fist. "Pound it!" they exclaim at the same time, when Scarabella touches the other's fist with hers. Scarabella puts her arm on the sculptor's shoulders. “Don't worry, I'm sure that the headmaster will talk to the Mayor and will resolve this misunderstanding. After all, you are the artist, and it should be your decision who models for your work!"

"Thank you...er," says Rocheux, looking at the two heroines with a frown.

"Scarabella"

"Morricat" they reply, pointing at themselves.

"But now we have to go!" finishes Morricat, as her ring starts flashing.

"Until we meet again!" they both say in chorus as they jump away. Morricat takes a run and jumps on the top of a parked car, then onto the roof of a newsstand and finally onto the roof of the Collège, while Scarabella uses her yo-yo to reach a roof on the opposite side.

Alya returns to the art room shortly after, Nino immediately reaching for her and hugging her tight. "Everything OK?" asks the boy.

"Sure, darling," she replies, kissing the tip of his nose and melting from the embrace. Until she notices Marinette a little further and runs to her friend, wrapping her into a hug and smiling. "Guess who defeated the akuma?" Then, with a quick wave of her hand, she puts the earrings in Marinette's pocket.

Almost immediately, Juleka and the sculptor also return. The girl runs to hug Rose, then briefly confabulates with Adrien who in the meantime had put on the shirt again (among the uh, slight disappointment of all the girls in the room). "You'll find your stuff in your school bag," Juleka tells him, and then adds, “But maybe someone will need a refill of Camembert!” After saying that to him, she returns immediately to Rose.

Rocheux claps his hands a couple of times to call the students to order, then asks, “Adrien, Marinette, do you mind getting back on the platform as before? I'd like to try a couple more poses, and then we're done."

The two teens look briefly at each other and then climb onto the platform, resuming the pose they were holding before the akuma attack. This time, however, while Marinette hands the box to Adrien, she looks him straight in the green eyes. Adrien remains stunned for a moment, his heart in his throat as he thinks, "Wow, since when does Marinette have that look into her?" But immediately after, his habit of posing takes over and he gets his composure back.

The sculptor shoots another series of photos, then he looks back at what he had shot and chooses a few stills, which he shows proudly to the two models. "You've been excellent in these last poses!" he says, congratulating them.

"Especially you, Marinette!" adds Adrien, observing the last shot and invariably making his friend blush and mutter incoherently,

"U, ah, I...really...thank you."

"Adrien's right!" confirms Rocheux. "Have you ever been a model before?" he asks.

“Well… no. It's the first time…I'm-I'm a little uneasy,” says Marinette, still hugging her middle to hide her embarrassment, her face rivaling the color of Ladybug's suit.

"You should be a model, you have very particular facial traits," the sculptor adds. He shakes hands with the two teens and ends his visit by stating, "In any case, thanks for letting me take pictures of you! I hope to see you soon when the statue is uncovered." That said, he takes his leave.

As the sculptor goes to talk to the Headmaster, Adrien approaches Marinette and whispers into her ear, “Your face is indeed very particular and, if I may, also very beautiful. See you tomorrow!” A wry smile curling his lips as he leaves her there, standing a little stiff and still very red.

Juleka looks at the two with a half smile, then goes back to talking to Rose and Mylene.

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Part 2

#miraculous ladybug #ml #chat noir #purple tigress #adrien agreste #juleka couffaine #fandom event #purplenoirweek2022 #mlb s4 spoilers

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amenomiko · 3 years

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Thank you for the request @lareina2501 ❤❤❤❤❤ It's an honor to be your fav writer (∩´﹏`∩) 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 I will do my best more and more ∩( ✧Д✧)∩��✨✨✨✨✨✨!! As for this request I've changed the storyline to match with the angst and happy ending, if you don't mind >3< ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤! Hope you like it!

Come Clean

Pairing: IkeSen Mitsuhide x MC

Type: One Shot

Rated: Angst + Happy End

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"This game ends here."

If travelling into an unknown place, an era with endless war, a timeline she have to wipe her tears but to survive...

The words that he uttered to her on that day hurts the most.

Everything was a gameplay to him. With that teasing smile, gradually changed into a hateful look, he pointed the gun that he always use to end someone's life to her. "I was just using you all the time. Who would've known you even give all of yourself to me-- to think that you shed enormous drop of tears just from Yoshiaki's words.. Aren't you the fragile one?"

Liar.

"Was it sated enough for you?"

Liar.

"Did I satisfy you?"

Liar.

"You are beaming with happiness just from a kiss? Such lonely girl you are."

"Mmmf--"

Waves and waves of swirling stirred inside of her, causing her to stumble to the side, of where she nearly bumped upon the edge of the wall if it isn't because of the support on the table nearby.

Mitsuhide..

She gasped, tears pricking within her orbs,

Mitsuhide..

Vomiting out everything that she could throw,

Mitsuhide..

Her coughs slowly emerges into a sob, and it grew stronger when she rub her belly.

Why did you lie..?

.......

It was a spur of the moment. It could be. It might be.

From a slow, loving kiss on her brow, her lips found his, where they exchanged their body heat with one another. Kisses, groans, soft moaning, endless marks all over her body, genuine confession towards each other-- it is such a blissful moment and memories for her.

To think that he choose to lie for the sake of her safety--

To think that he would use his weapon to threaten her..

So that she could stand in the light, and him, always in the abyss of darkness and evilness. And furthermore,..

To think that just from that one night, she had bear his child...

Oh she had tried to be with him. But he pushed her away. Many times. He even use another woman to make her believe that he was just using her all along--

...He even announced his marriage to the same woman to get rid of her completely--

And then..

She gasped again, now clenching on her stomach-- "K-Kana--..!"

Her maid bursted into the room, "Princess..? Princess!!"

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And then..

The wedding celebration were held joyfully, he even announced to the public of his happiness. He even laughed, smiled, nuzzled on his bride's nose, just to show how much he love her. Right in front of her, in front of her eyes, that clearly were decorated with nothing but a swell.

"I am happy for you, Mitsuhide."

Oh how it killed her.

It's as if she has taken a knife and stab her own chest.

"Well, to be honest.. I am having his child..! He is kind enough to marry me for the sake of our child..!" His bride whispered to her, from a gleeful voice that suddenly changed into a menacing ones,... "Now it's clear to you, isn't it? You are NO princess, so you should learn where do you stand, don't you think so?" Then it was again replaced with a smile the moment her husband called for her.

Ah.. So this is how they played it.

If it is like that, it's fine.

If it's for the sake of her child, then she will do it too.

Yes, she should learn her place. So she will leave everything. From a place where she didn't belong, a place where people wouldn't know, a place where people will forget.

With the help of Sasuke,...

That very same night she had faked her death. She had brought her most trusted maid with her, leaving no trace behind. Changing her appearance together with her maid, she made it as if she had never existed.

She made a promise with Sasuke as well. To keep it a secret, to never see her and to never associate with her. It was beyond his agreement, as she is his friend, but he have no choice.

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"Princess.. You overexert your body again. It's not good for the child, as it will be born soon."

Smiling weakly, she caresses her growing belly. "I'm sorry.. I can't help but to remember that night. Especially when it was snowing like this."

Kana and MC wheeled their head to the garden, watching how it become white all over from the falling snow. "I don't know, Kana. It was not even snowing when he said those words, but maybe, just maybe, that night has become cold when he choose to lie."

"...Princess..."

"My apologies. I'm being very melancholy am I?"

Kana shakes her head. "Please don't say that, Princess. Here, have some water before you rest, alright?"

She nodded, leaning against the reclining chair before turning to see the white garden once more.

..To think that snow could make you feel this lonely. But she is not alone, she will be with her child. Even if her existence has faded to other people.

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There is no other day that he feels empty.

Staring into nothing in an ample silence, the feeling of the metal in his hand has been forgotten.

Such metal; the hairclip he had given her, is still smeared with blood, the blood of hers on the night she had gone from his life forever.

Lying is never enough for Mitsuhide. But it was more than enough for her. He lied for her own good. He hurt her for her happiness. He cast her aside for her safety. He trampled her feelings and love for him, for her best.

Even though everything had went well-- ending Yoshiaki's life, and gained another peace for his Lord, he is not satisfied. Faking a marriage, faking a love just to make her believe he didn't need her anymore-- it is the biggest sacrifice and self torture for him. More than the torture that he get in the cell when he was accused as the traitor back then..!

Her death is the ultimate torture of his life..!

Why did this happen? How could this happen?

What have he done to her??

"...Kh--"

And again,

There's no other day that he feel empty. There's no other days he will shed his tears while holding the hairclip close to his heart. He have seen it. He have seen her jumped off the cliff, right in front of his eyes. He had been searching, high and low, every places, to no avail. He had refused to believe, he nearly went crazy just from this..!

Is this..

A punishment for him? Yes. Indeed it is. For trampling her genuine and sincere love for someone like him..

"My lord."

He didn't answer his vassal. It was until Kyubei hand him a letter that makes his heart thump so loud in his chest.

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"Princess..! Princess..!! Please..! Please stay awake..! Your child needs you..! Please..!!"

"Give it your best, My lady..! Push with all your might..!!"

She couldn't feel her grip around the cloth in her palms anymore. She had tried all she could, but she sees nothing but whiteness. Her eyes narrowed-- she is in verge of fainting once more. "No..! You can't faint!! My lady!!"

'Ahh.. Mitsuhide.. Where are you.. Will you be here..? Will you come to my rescue just like you use to do..?'

Her hold around the cloth loosened, and the voices next to her couldn't be heard anymore, when..

"MC!!!"

The door burst open, revealing a pale looking Mitsuhide. Pale and thin, weaker than ever.

She must have been dreaming. For Mitsuhide to come and to found her like this, just like how she secretly wished. "MC..! Please..! Don't leave me..! Don't leave us..!" He squeezed her hand tight, patting her face lightly for her to stay awake. "I am here..! I will be here..! So please..!"

His facade broke. Tears after tears streaming on his face, wetting the surface of her cheek. "I love you.. Please. I'm begging you.." He grit his teeth to fight the upcoming tears, kissing her brow and temple over and over.

"Mmf--"

Her grip has tightened once again, eyes shut to give her all, especially for her unborn child.

Hours has passed, and by nightime..

A beautiful, melodic sound had filled the house.

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"....."

Mitsuhide has been staring at his daughter for quite some time. She is now nestled in his arms, sleeping peacefully as her father rub her cheeks gently.

He had stayed awake the whole time, even until MC had woke up. Both of them didn't say anything, only exchanging a silent look to one another.

Then after a while..

He rose and settled next to her.

There's no words were uttered, but he pulls her close with his other arm, burying his head in the crook of her neck where a silent cry could be heard, and an endless strings of apologies were said.

Throughout the time when she lived in seclusion, her maid has been exchanging letters with his vassal secretly. Both of them updated each other's situation, and when it is the perfect time for their masters to meet again, that is where the letter were given to Mitsuhide.

He had brought her back, to everyone's surprise. Things had been cleared between them; a happy ending for both of them. No lies, no facades, just the truth.

And....

*Extra*

"THIS, is WHY, I've TOLD you, to NOT do EVERYTHING, ON YOUR OWN! JUST LOOK WHAT HAD HAPPENED?? JUST LOOK!! THE MOTHER OF YOUR CHILD HAVE TO GO THROUGH ALL OF THAT HELL THANKS TO YOU!! AND JUST LOOK AT YOU?? YOU ARE LIKE THOSE BEGGAR ON THE STREETS!!"

"My, my, how rude ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^)."

"OH HELL YES, I AM. SEE? SHE EVEN HAVE TO FAKE HER WHEREABOUTS BECAUSE SHE'S HURT!! AND--"

"....Mmmnnnn..."

"Oooh, oooh, my baby angel, Uncle Hideyoshi ish here (❁´◡`❁)🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸~~~ WHERE ARE YOU GOING MITSUHIDE I'M NOT DONE YET (　☉д⊙)!!"

"MC needs help, so I will leave my daughter with you for a while ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^)."

"Oh okay-- wait- WAIT! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SEE HER. YOU ARE GROUNDED MITSUHIDE! G R O U N D E D!!!"

"Mmmnnn.. Eeehhheeee QAQ!!!!"

"Aaaaahhh my baby angel QAQ I'm sorry!!!"

"Oh my ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^)."

"Just give her konpeito, she will stop crying for sure (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)." - Nobunaga

"MY LORD NO (　☉д⊙)!!"

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide one shot #ikemen sengoku akechi Mitsuhide

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midnxghtsunwrites · 3 years

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GROUNDED

PAIRING —

william miller x black reader

SUMMARY —

You and Will have been through too much for you to abandon him at his darkest hour.

WARNINGS —

angst, fluff

"Baby, I'm sorry." Your voice was quiet as you rubbed the back of William's hand. His skin is rough and scarred against the pad of your thumb — a symbol of the hardships he's endured both during his service and after.

You'd stuck by his side all those years ago when he was in the brigade commandeered by Tom "Redfly" Davis. They were close — damn, you were all close. You were practically Tess's aunt, showing up at every birthday party and barbecue before Tom's divorce made way.

The years you've been with Will gave you clarity — into his struggle with PTSD and the emotional impact serving as a Special Force Operative had on him. He even taught you a thing or two, defense-wise, before he was caught in a situation in your local Publix — his arm wrapped around another man's throat because he hadn't moved his cart. That lead you to jump on his back and wrangle him back to reality.

He's a soldier in every sense of the word.

He'd gotten better after that incident — attending therapy sessions and doing more public speaking at military bases. It was better to keep his mind off of the terror and trauma from his years of fighting in a war.

He was doing better. And then Santiago just had to come along and convince him to join him for one last ride. Of course, you couldn't do much but support him — that's all he ever asked for. Your love and support. And you were hesitant to give it to him.

But, you did.

And he left for two weeks and returned with a bullet wound — another scar added to his shelf of souvenirs — and a dead captain.

The first night he came back was spent on the beachfront of your home, unable to hide the tears any longer. That night, he slept with his head over your heart, almost as if to make sure it was still beating.

You gave him his space for three days — to get his bearings and a handle on life.

You weren't surprised when he gathered you up one day and drove you to your spot. It was where you had your first date however many years ago — he'd paid for the meal and was a proper gentleman. Of course, you just had to give him your number and hope for the best. Immediately, you knew he was drawn back.

He'd just finished his first tour and the trauma was as strong as it was present — you didn't expect to get a call back after he dropped you home. You were at work when he did, though.

From then on, you and Will had been connected in a way no one really understood. But, it wasn't for them to understand. It's like a well-kept secret between two lovers.

Will's eyes are trained on your dainty fingers as you trace jagged waves along his tainted skin. Your touch could calm a storm, he always tells you. His back presses against the wall of the restaurant, a tattooed arm resting atop the back of his seat, and his other arm stretched across the cold metal table towards you.

Your fingers run up the inside of his wrist and trails the ink in his skin. It's his Force tattoo, faded against his fair skin from years of wearing it as a badge of honor. This isn't his only tattoo.

Just on his other arm is a tribute to a fallen soldier from his first tour. They were the closest friends each other had before Benny decided to join the army as well. It was by a miracle that he was put into the same regiment as his brother.

It didn't seem like much of a miracle when William's friend was blown to pieces on the field.

William lazily tips the neck of his beer bottle to his mouth as he shifts his gaze to the crease between your eyebrows — one that only appears when you're concentrated.

You're so taken with his marred skin littered with healed wounds that you jump slightly when he lifts his hand to take a hold of your own, removing your fingers from his forearm.

He raises your connected fingers and presses it to his lips. Your lips form a pout when you see the tears gathering in his eyes. As he draws your hand away, his gaze transfers to the bare ring finger on your left hand.

"I love you." He proclaims, as he rubs your ring metacarpal, "And I want to thank you for being patient with me. I know..." He sighs as he tries to find the right words to say. Finally, "I know it hasn't been easy being with someone so broken."

You want to stop him. You want to tell him that relationships aren't always easy. You want to tell him that he's not broken, just in pain. You want to tell him that you love him too. So much that it hurts.

But you don't. You wait for him to express his feelings. As long as you have to.

"You've been there for me, Y/N — even when no one else has. You've been helping me for so long that I feel..." He can't continue, instead choosing to look down at your connected hands.

Your finger rubs against his as you realize this, "It's okay, Will. You know you can talk to me."

Your words give him that gentle push — "I feel like I'm keeping you from your life, Y/N. You've had to deal with my trauma and I've been ignoring you and your feelings. I don't want to do that to you, baby. Not anymore. I wanna take care of you instead of it being the other way around."

Y/C/E meet blue as you lean back in interest. Your boyfriend couldn't be more wrong about how he thinks you feel. He's held you back from nothing — when you asked him to move to a new neighborhood, he packed up your bags and boxes and loaded the moving truck; when you asked him to stick by you when you went back to school, he helped you study and ace all off your exams to receive your degree; when you asked him to be there for you, he was. And you know he always will be.

With this in mind, you slide out of your side of the booth, your hand still intertwined with his. He watches you, carefully as you step off the platform on your side before stepping up on his. His legs are stretched along the seat, prompting you to plop yourself right down on his lap. His beautiful blue eyes stare up at you.

Instinctively, he plants his beer on the table and snakes his arms around your waist, keeping you in place. You can feel the bulge of his crotch on the right side of your thigh but restrain yourself — now isn't the time.

"You see that?" Your right hand presses against his chest while your left hand finds its place on his strong arm, right above his military tattoo. You refer to his instinct to hold you. "That is you taking care of me. That is you loving me more than I deserve. Baby," You search his eyes, his pupils dilating as he's overtaken with love, "You're my life. Don't think you've been ignoring me, Will. We just had to reduce that pain you've been living with. Because I'm not happy if you're not happy."

Reaching an arm around, you take his hand into yours and pulls it from your waist. His hand falls limp as he watches you draw him towards you. You rest the palm of his hand on your chest, right above your beating heart.

At the feeling of the organ beating against your chest, Will is brought back to earth. You keep him grounded and that's all he could ever ask of you.

"This is yours, Will. You own it. We've been through too much for you not to."

As you watch the thoughts swirl behind his expressive eyes, you're confused when he pulls his hand away from you. He reaches into his jeans pocket and emerges with a clasped fist. Hovering over the table palm down, he opens his hand and brings your attention to the rose gold ring — a significant contrast from the wooden surface it rests on.

Your breath catches in your throat and your heart is pounding against your ribcage.

He looks at it for a moment before tilting his head towards you, "Marry me."

"Will..."

"It’s been a long time coming, Y/N. We've been together for eight years — which I'm sure is seven years longer than what you wanted.”

He loves you, ardently, and now he finds the strength he was searching desperately for just the other day. "I love you, Y/N Y/L/N. With every fragmented piece of me that you've managed to put back together. And I'm forever grateful that you came into my life when I least expected you, but most needed you."

Now it's your turn for your heart to melt — you're growing weak at his words, eyes filling slowly with tears.

His eyes remain on you as you crane your neck to ogle the engagement band on the table. The center is oval shaped and sparkling under the dim lighting of the restaurant. It's beautiful, perfect even — more than you could've asked for.

He is more than you could've asked for.

"I'm done with this shit, babe." Will says as he sees an indecipherable look in your eye. Overthinking leads him to believe that you have doubts about his minimalistic proposal, "I'm completely retired. It's just us — no Pope, no Fish, no Benny, no —" He stops himself before he can say the name.

It's too soon.

The silence between you two is deafening as you're frozen in your spot.

All you can seem to release is his name — it's the only word on your tongue. The only sound you could muster.

He brushes a kinky curl from your forehead and stares up at you, awaiting an answer. Everything in you tells you to speak. To do something — anything.

It's only when Will's grip loosens around your waist that you're snapped back into reality. You'd only dreamed for this moment and now that it's here, your brain seemed to be malfunctioning. Instead of opening your mouth, you reach forward and with your index finger and thumb, you lift the beautiful ring from the table.

"Yes." The word is so quiet that you didn't even realize you said it. Speak up. "Yes, I'll marry you, Will. Christ, you didn't even have to ask."

This has to be the first time he's smiled since he came home. It's bright and amazing and nostalgic. White teeth wink at you as he wastes no time taking the ring from your fingers and sliding it on your digit, his eyes seeming to reflect the sparkle of the engagement band.

The kiss you two share is nothing grandiose. Your kisses rarely are — but they still hold a level of sensuality and passion that many can just wish for. Will runs his tongue along your bottom lip before capturing it in his warm beer-flavored mouth. You don't mind — he has good taste in alcohol.

For a moment, you two forget that you're in a public space. One where patrons are making their exit, but public nonetheless. You pull away when you feel the tears gather in your eyes. You love this man with your heart, mind, and soul — every part of you is overwhelmed with a wave of fervent endearment.

"Damn, I love you." Will exhales as he draws you into a homely embrace.

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Ok so I'm not going to do this anonymously because i don't fear getting chastised for my own ignorance but there are other alternatives to abortion aren't there? I mean i honestly don't understand this bill nonsense but it mostly at least to me sounds like it's just to keep children alive. I mean there are adoption centers and people who will actually pay women who are pregnant to act as surrogates. Why is anti abortion so bad? And how is this a woman's autonomy probpem. Please educate me

First, I want to thank you for acknowledging that your perspective on this may be informed from a place of systemic oppression of AFAB people, and for seeking out information. When people add on to this post with the purpose to educate, I implore you all to remember this person is seeking information. Please avoid shaming them or ridiculing them.

Let’s first address your questions:

1) “There are other alternatives to abortion aren’t there?”

Let’s first define abortion. “In medicine, an abortion is the premature exit of the products of conception (the fetus, fetal membranes, and placenta) from the uterus. It is the loss of a pregnancy and does not refer to why that pregnancy was lost. A spontaneous abortion is the same as a miscarriage. The miscarriage of three or more consecutive pregnancies is termed habitual abortion or recurrent pregnancy loss” (Shiel MD, MedicineNet).

¼ womxn will have abortions in their lifetime. Abortion is a medical procedure that can be requested or required for a lot of different reasons:

The pregnant person may not be able to carry an embryo to term safely.

The pregnant person may not have the financial support to pay for the medical bills that pregnancy costs in the US (prenatal and delivery alone can cost around $18k).

I also want to add that people in this country are not given any kind of financial support for the time taken off for prenatal or postnatal care. Being out of work for this time could mean entering extreme poverty.

The pregnant person may not have the financial support or stability of lifestyle to support a child.

The pregnant person may not be physically up to the task of carrying a child to term and delivering. Not all womb-having people are up to what childbirth does to the body. Childbirth is one of the most dangerous things that a body can be put through. In the US we’re just under 20 maternal deaths per 100,000 births, which is the highest in the developed world. Some undeveloped countries have better stats than we do

Abortion may be required as an emergency life-saving procedure for the pregnant person. And waiting for approval by a committee could mean the death of that person.

Medical interference can also be needed if the embryo has already been determined unviable (basically will not ever have life) because having dead tissue remain in the womb will kill the person. Wombs don’t always do what they’re supposed to and often they will still act as if the pregnancy is going along normally when the embryo stopped growing and forming.

Abortion as a medical procedure is part of basic reproductive healthcare. Denying it is like denying the use of a c-section or blood transfusions.

I also want to add that many of these GOP states are seeking to classify any and all contraceptives as “abortion” as well. This isn’t included in this bill specifically but it’s been named as part of their agendas.

2) “I mean I honestly don’t understand this bill nonsense but it mostly at least to me sounds like it’s just to keep children alive.”According to the CDC, 91.1% of abortions are performed at ≤13 weeks’ gestation. At this time, this is an embryo and fetal tissue. It’s not a child. Pro-life people are placing the eventual *possible* life of a being that isn’t even formed yet above the autonomy and rights of a living human being (the pregnant person). A zygote without a brain or the ability to survive outside the womb is not a person, and therefore not a child. We have determined that something without brain activity is not alive. People with wombs are not incubators. This is not the sum of our existence.

Right now you cannot force a person to give blood or organs in life-saving situations. Why should it be okay to force a person to donate their entire body as an incubator if they don’t want to, which has health complications, and long-lasting effects on the body? We even afford humans that are DEAD more rights than womb-having people in this country. It is illegal to take organs or tissue from dead bodies with no brain activity without consent, but it’s legal to force a living person to act as an incubator for tissue and chromosomes that aren’t even formed to make a person yet?

Also, this bill has SO much more nuanced support for the oppression of women than just keeping “children” alive. This affords the state the right to investigate any suspicion of “intentional abortion.” This means, if a person miscarries, they may be subject to invasive investigation and murder charges on top of grieving for their loss and recovering medically. This bill also in no certain terms basically considers all womb-having people in their state to be the property of the state by allowing people to be extradited and charged if they have a LEGAL abortion procedure in another state.

3) “I mean there are adoption centers and people who will actually pay women who are pregnant to act as surrogates. Why is anti-abortion so bad?” We currently have 108,000 foster children up for adoption right this second in the US. This doesn’t even include unwanted pregnancies being given to private adoption agencies. Adopt one if you want to save a child, but forcing people to enter crippling debt, put their body through the abuse of childbirth, and possible forced poverty because of lack of childcare or compensation for missing work isn’t okay.

Additionally, anti-abortion really only seems to be concerned with one thing - popping out children. There is ZERO concern for the health, wellbeing, or survival of that child OR the parent afterward. This is oppressive and forced childbirth expectations. And again, reduces womb-having people as nothing more than a means to an end. Their life and wellbeing aren’t considered - they’re incubators.

4) “How is this a woman’s autonomy problem.”All of the above. The entire idea of denying women normal reproductive medical procedures or criminalize a natural thing that our bodies DO is inherently oppressive. Deciding that a womb-having person is just supposed to do their best to carry to term an embryo regardless of danger to their life, medical needs, e, inability to care for the child, inability to pay medical bills, or the abuse that childbirth puts on the body… and possibly condemning them to death, poverty, or life-long debt removes the ability for a person to choose what is done or what is done TO their body. It’s inherently oppressive.

Make no mistake, these bills have very little to do with saving the lives of children, and everything to do with keeping women impoverished, oppressed, and without any control over their own bodies and lives. These bills are also written and signed without ANY input or oversight primarily by the people they affect. This is not a choice that womb-having people made… these are oppressive laws being forced upon them.

Some final personal notes from me: I am currently in a place where I would suffer greatly from these laws if they were to be implemented in my state. First of all, if I were to get pregnant, mine would be a high-risk pregnancy. It is likely that I could lose the pregnancy anytime within the first two trimesters, which would require an abortive procedure to remove the remaining tissue. If I’m to get pregnant, I need to know that modern medical procedures that are agreed to be the most effective best practices would be available to me by a doctor without the threat of criminalization or debating on whether it’s necessary/legal. This affects all people who may ever become pregnant. This is a clear and present fear for us. It’s not just anti-abortion. If that’s all it was… the answer would be simple, don’t have one. If you need one to save your life, you can choose to say no. But it’s not. This is about controlling womxn, denying us healthcare, and we are afraid. We are all desperately terrified of this becoming the new normal across our country. ONE in FOUR pregnancies ends in the need for abortion. And if you need one, you get one. This is about whether or not we have access to SAFE and MEDICALLY sanctioned abortions.

I really encourage you to do some additional research and reading from educational sites. Be wary of both FOX News, CNN, major news networks, and any journalists with a religious agenda. Further reading: https://prochoice.org/education-and-advocacy/downloads-resources/https://iwhc.org/2018/09/abortion-normal-and-vital/https://www.prochoiceamerica.org/issue/abortion-access/I’d really appreciate if any followers could tack on additional resources, statistics, and personal stories. This is SO important.

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BABY CAME HOME FROM SURGERY YESTERDAY!!! But we still need help! GFM and paypal links at the end!

For those of you who don’t know what is going on, Echo, my 5 year old pomeranian who is my world, was diagnosed with a cancerous mast cell tumor on 8/4/19. We immediately got him in with an oncologist on the 6th and drew up a plan for surgery. We tentatively scheduled his removal for Friday, with a downpayment of 1.5k against their policy (as they are not allowed to take down payments that are not the full amount) with the promise I would call Thursday night and tell them I had the money and intended to pay at his 7am drop off. I went home that night and immediately started up a gofundme, as his surgery alone ran 2.5k, while the emergency visit that diagnosed him was ~500+ and the surgery consult and all his labs and tests ran ~600+. I wasn’t even thinking about aftercare at this point (chemo, radiation, checking for clean margins, infection fund, suture removal, medications, etc...), because if we didn’t remove the tumor ASAP he could have died from it. And if he had stayed on the medications preventing it from spreading and reducing its size, his adrenal gland could have been shut down altogether and he could have ended up with diabetes mellitus or Cushing’s syndrome. I was scared to post a gofundme, because the one time I really needed help when Echo and I were homeless and posted a gofundme, I got attacked by absolute strangers for no reason just for asking for help.

Little did I know that this time would be an entirely different experience.

My friends, their friends, my family, strangers... everyone came together and rallied for Echo. Donations poured in over gofundme and through my paypal and through cash from people physically with me. On top of that, the people physically here with me were helping out by babysitting him when I had to leave and couldn’t avoid it and by keeping me company and bringing me food and checking up on me as my mental health took a sharp decline. Everyone would come over to give Echo and me lovings.

I usually feel so alone in my battles since I live alone and don’t reach out for help that often anymore. I have my therapist, but that’s different. My catastrophic thoughts always end up in places like “no one would care if you died; it would be best since no one even checks in on you or bothers to help unless they need something”.

This experience opened my eyes to something I have been missing all these years. People care more than I’ll ever know. And in times of crisis, every single one of the people I hold near and dear to my heart will band together to back me. I had at least 20-30 of my friends just messaging me constantly, sending support, sending money, sending their love and keeping Echo and me in their thoughts. I have a very small circle of best friends, with 2 of those being platonic soul mates. And then I have what I would consider a smaller circle of very good friends in the 15-20 number range, and the rest of my friends are people who I don’t know if I can trust or not. But those people in those two circles, both very good friends and good friends, I know for a fact would go to the ends of the earth for me if it was within their power and I would do the same for them. And in this moment of crisis, the SECOND I said I needed help, they were ALL there. Every single person on that list was there in some shape or form. And even beyond that, there began to be friends that I wasn’t sure of just jumping in to back me and Echo as if it were their sacred duty. I was SHOOK.

I cannot even express to you all how much I cried every time I would see a donation alert from GFM or paypal or a text pop up from someone in support of Echo and our situation.

It made me realize just how many people genuinely cared for me and would do what they could if it is within their power. It made me realize I wasn’t alone. And I only wish there was some way I could tell Echo how much he is loved by so many people and how many people banded together to save his life. He would be so grateful.

Albeit this has been such a traumatic experience for both of, I never expected for it to become such a unique bonding experience between us. He is depending on me more than *ever* before and trusting me with everything possible.

As you can see above, he has a TON of meds, so I made him my medication buddy and set up a system where we take some of our meds at the same time. He takes his meds much more frequently than I do at all different times and different frequencies, so I have to keep track of the schedule. He has to stay confined to his kennel 99% of every day, only coming out to pee, which I have allowed him to pee and defecate on the pee pads with the rubber mat underneath, that way it doesn’t affect my carpet at all and I don’t have to pick him up and carry him down and up 3 flights of stairs, thereby hurting him. Getting anywhere near his incision site makes him scream and shriek in pain. He also has to wear the cone of shame 99% of the day, too. The only time it comes off is when he is attached to the leash, with my room door closed, while I am feeding him and giving him meds and letting him drink (and cleaning the e-collar) so I can grab him if he tries to lick or scratch the staples. I feel bad leaving him in the kennel but as a pre-med major and a former vet tech major, I know the extreme importance of following post-op instructions to a T.

He also gets cold therapy with a frozen gel pack for the first 5 days, 3x/day, 10-15 minutes each session. Then we switch to heat therapy with a warm washcloth in a pillow case. All directly applied to his incision site to reduce swelling.

We will not know the grade of the tumor or whether we got clean margins on this surgery (you go 2cm out from the tumor as a rule, but that doesn’t guarantee you get clean margins) until his biopsy comes back. His biopsy should come back in about 5-7 business days from last Friday (8/9/19). We are hoping it will be low-grade and that we got clean margins.

If we didn’t, he will need radiation therapy or chemo or possibly even another surgery to go back in and excise what they didn’t get. Or god forbid it is high grade and has spread, in which case chemo will be a necessity.

Now, all of these things are ridiculously pricey as I mentioned. And Echo is on practically as many meds as I am on. And he has a 2-week healing period where just about anything can go wrong. One wrong move and he could tear a staple and need to be rushed to the ER. An infection could happen. ANYTHING. I have set up a little area next to him (pictured above) to make sure I can be right next to him at night and during the day when I’m home and not doing anything. I made sure to clear my schedule as much as I could these 2 weeks to be here for him. I don’t want him suffering alone and if anything goes wrong, I want to be *right here* to rush him somewhere and save him.

Due to everything mentioned above, I am keeping the fund open for not only his aftercare but for an emergency fund in case anything goes wrong, god forbid.

So now that you know a little about my baby and what we’re fighting against, here are the links I promised at the beginning:

Echo’s GoFundMe: https://www.gofundme.com/echoscancerfund

My Paypal if you’d rather donate directly: [email protected]

Thank you to anyone and everyone who has shared and helped in any way. You’re all heroes in my book and if Echo knew the extent you’ve all gone for him, I’m sure he would be as endlessly grateful as I am to everyone for their help and support. Because of all of you, Echo now has another 7-10+ years to live with me and I get those years to thrive with him. I can’t thank everyone enough.

-Killian & Echo

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(tagging with 🌹)Hi... I don't know where to start. Um, I don't really have anyone in my life. My parents are abusive, I don't really have friends. My sibling has a family and kids and is busy and far. I feel really dysphoric all the time and I wish I could be out as a trans guy but I'm afraid I'll get kicked out from my parents' house. I'm 20 and I still feel like a kid. I've been hearing it gets better for so long and I'm just so tired.

(ask continued) I don’t feel suicidal anymore and I haven’t self-harmed in 4 or so years but every time my mother yells at me I get the urge again. I wanna get into fights again. I just feel so useless. Anxious and dysphoric and depressed all the time. Knowing I’ll never make it as an actor because I don’t pass as male. No motivation to do anything. Scared of getting anything less than an A. I’m an honours student but all my works are late now and I get anxiety about it all. I feel like such a damn mess.

Hi lovely,

Thank you for reaching out to me!

I am so sorry you don’t have anyone in your life right now that you can trust, rely on or receive support from. Life is hard enough, let alone without anybody by your side. Please know that you are not alone. You have me and a fantastic, accepting community here on Tumblr who all care about you and are all rooting for you. You will never be alone in this universe, we are all on your side.

It’s very hard when you have a sibling that lives far away and is busy a lot of the time. I wonder if you would be able to arrange a skype call or facetime call with your sibling? It’s not easy, however, even a 10-minute call or text with them can make a world of difference. You never know, it may re-kindle that sibling bond and help you both to maintain that relationship.

No wonder you’re feeling dysphoric and exhausted all of the time. You live in an environment with people that aren’t accepting of who you are. That is not your fault. I promise, there is nothing wrong with being who you are. You are perfect, irreplaceable and valuable. I am very sorry that you are not able to come out as a trans guy without feeling afraid of being kicked out of your parent’s house. That is a difficult situation to be in and I understand your concerns. Whilst I want you to be able to come out and feel free to be exactly who you are, you need to do what is best for you right now. Which may mean waiting a few years to come out when you are in a safe and secure environment to reduce the risk of being kicked out and having nowhere to live. Your safety is a priority. You say your parents are abusive, if you ever feel that you are at risk, please please please reach out. Reach out to a teacher, colleague, doctor or other trusted person who can direct you to the right support and even help you to find a safe place to live. Again, this is very tough. But, living with abusive parents is not good for your health and wellbeing and I want you to be around people who lift you up, support you and care for you.

Feeling like a kid is very common, I promise you. I feel this a lot too. This world can be a tough and scary place to live in and the ample responsibility that comes with being an adult can be too hard to bear sometimes. It can be us feel like we’re children in a big, scary adult world. It’s hard to have everything figured out and to know what to do, but honestly, it’s okay. It’s okay not to have everything figured out or in place yet, to not know where you’re going in life. It’s hard, it’s scary, you may still feel like a kid sometimes, but you’ll get there. Step by step.

I won’t tell you it gets better, but, it gets easier. There are days when you’re gonna think to yourself, yes, I’ve dealt with this before. I CAN cope and I will get through.

Well done for not self-harming in 4 years. That is truly, truly amazing and I am so proud of you!! ❤️I have just answered a question based on self-harm alternatives. Please check this out and whenever your mother yells please have a look at the alternative and fight the urge to self-harm. You have done amazingly well and I want you to know that whenever you feel low or your mother does yell, it doesn’t mean that you aren’t loved or aren’t appreciated in this world. I appreciate you and I commend you for staying so strong for so long.

If you start to experience suicidal thoughts again, please go to your local emergency department or A&E. Reach out to a suicide hotline, speak to me, speak to an online counseller such as 7cups. Use the StayAlive app. Please don’t struggle on your own, you deserve to be alive and well.

I know its hard, but getting back into fights is not going to do you any good. It may be useful for you to express your feelings differently instead of getting into fights. Such as a boxing class, running, swimming, karate, art or dancing. These are a safer alternative to fighting and can help you to release some of the strong emotions you’re feeling.

Useless you may feel, useless you are not. There are things that you do every day to help yourself, to help others, to help this earth that you may not even realise. You’re an honours student who is working his butt off and trying his best to get through considering all of these circumstances, how amazing is that?

Anxiety, dysphoria and depression are all signs you may be experiencing difficulties with your mental health and it might help to get some therapy, counselling or medication to help you with that. It may not be a cure or help completely, but it might help you to focus better, feel a little more relaxed and it would be great for you to have someone to talk to.

When you’re dealing with these things all of the time it can be hard for you to do daily tasks and make it more difficult for you to concentrate. So, please DO NOT blame yourself for your works being late. You cannot manage so many things all at once and you are not any less of a person because of this. Getting A’s does not define who you are and getting any less does not mean you’re not an incredibly talented and smart student. It means that the exam/education systems put so much pressure on young people these days that they feel getting any less than an A is a failure. It isn’t. Your grades do not define you. Please try and not be so hard on yourself. If you get a B that’s great! If you get a C that’s amazing! If you get a D, E, F, G, that’s fine too! YOU and your health are far more important.

Your motivation will come back, it won’t always be this hard. Please hold on.

Please do not ever give up on your dreams. YOU CAN MAKE IT AS AN ACTOR. You may not get there on your first try, heck, you may not get there on your 10th. DO NOT GIVE UP. Being a trans male does not mean that you can never make it as an actor. You know why? Because your talent and your skills are not any less than that of a ‘regular actor’. There are people out there who do discriminate and do not understand. Screw them. You keep trying until you find the people who are accepting and are thrilled to have you on board. Becuase they are out there, and they are just waiting for you to stand up and show who you are and provide the world with your talent, your amazing gift and your light.

Some transgender actors who are absolutely rocking it right now and showing the world that it doesn’t matter who or what you are, YOU ARE JUST AS TALENTED AS ANYONE ELSE AND DESERVE THE CHANCE AND OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE IT AS AN ACTOR:

1. Daniela Vega

2. Harmony Santana

3. Alexandra Billings

4. Trace Lysette

5. Ian Harvie

6. Brian Michael Smith

7. Laverne Cox

8. Elliot Fletcher

9. Indya Moore

10. Mya Taylor

Please believe in yourself and your dreams. YOU CAN DO IT. I promise you. Never give up on who you are and everything you want to achieve. Don’t let anyone ever tell you that it isn’t possible or you cannot do it.

You’re going to message me in 10 years and say. I MADE IT. I made it. I faced the judgement, I faced the hardship and I still followed my dreams and I have made it. I am a successful actor who made it through and is now inspiring others to come out and share their story.

I believe in you.

Here are some links that may help you:

http://www.allabouttrans.org.uk/support-organisations/

https://www.lgbthealth.org.uk/services-support/transition-support/

https://www.transgender.support/

https://www.stonewall.org.uk/our-work/campaigns/come-out-trans-equality

https://www.7cups.com/

You are never alone, keep fighting. You’re brave, your courageous and you’re going to make it. I promise you.

I wish you all the best that the world can offer you. You deserve so much happiness, love and magic.

All the best 🌟

Thanks

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This is an emergency list put together for all ages of men and women from all over the world to use. This is a great resource and long advertisement about the mental health awareness program I am starting up again. I have my desk all cleaned up and am ready to work hard(yes! During the summer even!) Did you know during the summer months there is a higher rate of suicide in young mothers with depression. Also in teen boys with addictions. These facts cannot be ignored! I stand up for all of the struggling families and any one who has or knows someone with a minor disability or a mental health issue of some sort. We need to come together and share this post to get the word out there that someone does care ALIT for these poor people suffering in silence. I refuse to eat a meal until I have helped at least ONE person today! This hunger strike started last night and it's been 23 hrs, so I'm really hungry but I refuse to eat until you know what so someone better talk to me about their problems right now and also:

DO NOT SCROLL PAST THiS POST: THUS IS INPORTANT INFORMATION FOR YOUNG WOMEN AND MEN OF OUR COUNTRIES IN THIS WORLD, COME TOGETHER ONE LIVE ONE WORLD LETS PRAY FOR THE LOST SOUKS AND TRY TO GET THIS BOOSTED! To BE SERN BY as many people as possible especially with a special date coming up on the 26th of June but I cannot spoil the surprise! Just help me get this word out there to everyone and anyone! Tell your best buddies on here to reblog it for us please guys. I want to reach as many troubled people as possible do I can at least gave s neal before I starve to death because I'm not joking I'm really on a hunger strike until someone dies some of my work books and at least gas a 5 min convoy to shoot the dhit with me and feel better about their life, this trust me , is s great great opportunity for literally everyone and anyone! What is there to lose? I'm a psychic and I read tarot that is great therapy I feel p,yes if you are more interested in art projects I have sigil creating projects for you to do, as well as other crafty witchy things that are useful and beneficial to your mentl state plus I own a copy of the famous therapeutic story book coloring book (I forget what it's called but it's totally for anybody you do not even need to be creative!) And if you're looking for something with more depth then I've got tons and tons of stocked up files of CBT (Cognitive Behavior Therapy) and even DBT(dialectal behavior therapy) or if you want work sheets but dont want to go too deep(I gotcha covered)!

Emergency lines:CRISIS (#911) OR 411 in North America.

Source: http://aminoapps.com/p/kenrra >>>♡-If you a absolutely do need a friend to text with and are up for it feel free to TEXT my personal peer support worker line @1 (705) 242-3328 and make sure you start the convoy by pressing the code into us so we know we have an emergency call to be on duty for and to drop all spiritual and other mental health clinician work at the Canadian organization for breaking free emotionally @[email protected]

the code you need to send us right away first text is:

☘🌍It's always Friday when you call us! We keep the party in life and bring out the best in every client we come in contact with ! That's a promise! If you arenot satisfiedafter 2 weeks of working at our mental health .org program sheets weekly attendance is required and participation in your treatment plan is a must. But if you sincerely just want to chat once for w5 mins toget so nothing off your chest and get a professionals opinion we will promise you'll sigh a big breath of relief after our conversation! Cool cats dance to this live beats of the drum. Random I know. Just checking if your paying attention. Heres a cat...and dont get FRIDAY EVERYDAY! JFK ya! 🔜➡️♣️🃏

+1788 or for a Male youth offender worker dial the text code : +4112 to us so we can have Kyle speak with you personally.(do not worry about the plus sign in front of the number for your emergency call or text we just put that to say that you have to PRESS whatever number to switch telephone lines and just decide which worker you wish to speak with for your emergency this time.

No emergency is too large or too small we can handle them all and give out great spiritual advice as we go along. If you are a certain religion please state that fact in the beginning because a large portion of our personalized care program deals with opening up spiritually.

🥀🃏 Do not be shy we have heard it all trust me. I work at the county prison as a peer support worker during the long winter months and council the troubled adult inmates and get them to participate in all sorts of fun activities that range from artistic therapy that has a purpose usually or even spirit work .ike for example I do free tarot readings for youth offenders who are repeat offenders and I try to change their attitude, its nice to volunteer there doing that sort of thing. You need to open up totally to this process, trust this process and just let lose because you're going to end up having wome fun and forgetting about your problems for a bit.

But then we do focus on the main issue at hand of course it's not all escapism, but I believe in the art of distracting the mind from hurt and painful situations.

And please do not hesitate to text at very odd hours we are totally dedicated to saving lives and we are here for you. We have so much new cbt and bshavior therapy work books to share with any one in need of a bit of freedom from their emotional trauma and/or illnesses . We are highly skilled trained professionals that gave dealt with the worst possible cases of schizophrenia in patients and really bothered bipolar people so dont worry, your problems will be simple to figure out. We just need to do the Mental Health.org programme and get you well again!

We get back to you within 1 hour of your message or sooner, but 1 hour at the latest. So we are super fast responders.

If you are honestly considering suicide please do not do it until you have read this post and at least tliked od texted ond or two of the numbers on the suicide list for yourself and see how you feel, if you still feel the same I give you this challenge: just for today , do not do it, not until it's the right time. You have to af least allow me to try to convince you otherwise about life today before you try to hurt yourself. That's the deal. K. You be patient. Hear me out. Just see if what I'm saying makes sense(!not now but when we text) I have a feeling you'll put down your weapon over choice of your idea of how yoyd debit because I have lots to tell you. I'm only one text away. You got my personal on-duty sock number now, man. That pretty specil. Bsczyse I care. Let's text all night? I'll tell you some secrets to life.

If you prefer to chat by e-mail I have my professional inbox open all day long for all clients from all over the world. But I mostly work in my base at the mentl health clinic as a peer support worker during most days 20 hrs a week! So I am pretty AVALIBLE. Here is my e-mail and my names Divinaedruin Jaxson okay call me Mrs. J. Or just Jaxx if you want to.

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My name isn't important but you actually can call me Mrs. JAX OR just J or if you feel comfortable you can even call me by my nickname "JaxsonStoney" I am very easy to speak with I do not judge anyone for anything. I understand that we all have our reasons for doing certain things. But that doesnt mean we cannot learn and grow more wise from the mistakes and hardships we have encountered and make us a better much stronger person than we never could have dreamed of being! You are the star of your own movie play your part well, and what do you want to be remembered for? Is there any changes you feel you need to make? I think I'd gladly be able to set up a new goal plan with you if you are ready to break free. And are you truly wanting to be like a butterfly or s be high up in the sky able to fly because your so free? I have z natural remedy and a cure for all known diseases and disorders known to man. Time to move on. You ready? Let's go. In my office waiting for your text; ) ☆♡□🥀🕸🐞♦️🃏🍁🦋♣️🎱ℹ⊙♤◇Xx

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I'm Married To A Divorce Attorney. This Is What Our Marriage Is Like

Divorce attorneys are experts on marriage. After all, every day in their offices, they see the petty squabbles and simmering issues that can easily bring down a long-term relationship.

What have they learned from their day jobs? We recently asked family law attorneys from across the country to share how their own marriages have been affected by their jobs and clients. To get a balanced account, we asked their spouses to weigh in, too! See what they had to say below:

Karen Covy, a divorce attorney and coach in Chicago, Illinois:

“I’ve been with my husband for 10 years and married for eight. I don’t take anything for granted. I’ve seen a lot of relationships that went south just because someone stopped paying attention to them. I see a lot of small mistakes that build into big problems. I’ve learned from the pain I witness every day. I consciously work on avoiding those mistakes myself. I try not to let my professional stress bleed into my personal life and I try not to cross-examine my husband. But I’m human!”

Her spouse, Vit Homolka:

“It really doesn’t make much difference what profession my wife is in. She’s a strong woman and I like that. It’s true that sometimes when we’re talking, she hits me with her ‘lawyer’s logic.’ Our discussions get broken down into points and sub-points with supporting evidence. When she flips into lawyer-mode, it can feel like you’re in a court room. But, I know who she is inside. Her profession is not the primary thing in our marriage.”

Margaret Klaw, a divorce attorney in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania:

“I’ve been married for 34 years and for 30 of them, I’ve been a divorce lawyer. You might think I’d be deeply cynical about the institution of marriage. But you would be totally wrong. I, along with many of my colleagues in the family law bar, are deep appreciators of marriage. I think that is because we, more than most people, truly understand the value of family. We know it’s what gives meaning to people’s lives because we experience firsthand the depth of the pain when it doesn’t work out. And I know that has made me a better spouse and parent. I’m tolerant of small problems and differences because I am so acutely aware of the big picture, of how unimportant those differences may be when compared to the potential cataclysm of divorce. I have to admit, though, that I’ve heard this from my husband more than once during an argument: ‘Stop cross examining me!’ But really, if that’s all he has to complain about, he has no idea how good he has it.”

Her spouse, Alan Metcalfe:

“I may have just a few more complaints but I share my attorney wife’s perspective on marriage. I also love hearing about how badly couples behave (no names, of course!) in court, marvel at how generous her clients can occasionally be with their estranged spouses in the name of their children, and often think how lucky I am to be in a solid marriage. I also know that I would be screwed if I tried to divorce her because she is the only person I would want to represent me in court.”

Alison Patton, a divorce attorney and mediator in La Jolla, California:

“You would think that with all I’ve seen and learned through the years, I’d be great at marriage and not make the same mistakes divorcing clients have made. Not always the case. For years, John’s common line to me when we were having a marital spat was, ‘Can’t you just use your mediator skills for a goddamned minute and try to understand my perspective?!? And stop interrupting me!’ What I’ve learned from being in this profession is we all make the same mistakes in marriage. Some of us are just lucky enough to have the marriage survive until we figure it out. I think we made it through the rocky stretches because John is as strong a person as I am. He’s an attorney too and he held his ground. Even when we were furious with one another, we never lost mutual respect. I’d be lost without him.”

Her spouse, John Thickstun:

“I’d been divorced for about a year when Alison and I met and started dating. I proposed a few months later. My friends asked me, why are you getting married again? And to a family law attorney!? So I explained, ‘This will guarantee that it will last. It has to!’ All kidding aside, divorce attorneys are participants in the end of a chapter -– the death of a relationship. But if they’re like Alison, they are also witness to the beginning of a new chapter -– a rebirth of sorts. Guiding people through the divorce process creates wisdom if you’re open and paying attention. Alison pays attention. She brings the wisdom she’s learned to our relationship. I love her more today than the day we were married over 18 years ago.”

Christian Denmon, a divorce attorney in Tampa, Florida:

“Our situation is a little different: I’m a full-time divorce attorney. My wife does divorce work, but it is a minority of her practice. We apply what we learn from our practices to our relationship and it helps steer us on the right track. And I think, as we transition from what divorce lawyers call a short-term marriage to a medium-length marriage (we have been married seven years), we are still on strong footing. Much of it is thanks to her!”

His spouse, Nicole Denmon:

“My husband listens more to other women’s problems than mine. The emergency phone calls at night and on the weekends used to bother me. I used to ask lots of questions as to why a female client needed to talk to him so badly at 7:30 p.m. on a Saturday night. But then I listened to his conversations. Some were true emergencies and others were him just be an attentive lawyer who knew when that his client needed to talk and needed advice right then. Although it did not constitute an emergency to him or me, the person on the other line truly believed that it was. I have come to learn that a good divorce attorney must be attentive and on call if a client needs to speak with them. I know that my husband does not always want to return a phone call, but he puts himself in the position of his client that is experiencing one of the most traumatic experiences one can go through: divorce.”

Nancy R. Van Tine, a divorce attorney in Boston, Massachusetts:

“Stu talked me into going to law school while he was studying for the bar exam. Four years later we started our own firm. I didn’t choose family law. I backed into it. I was the only female lawyer in my location when we hung out our shingle, and the divorce clients came as a result. And they kept coming, and I loved doing it. Stu and I worked as a team. He did a lot of my legal research and all my appellate writing in the early years. We’d discuss strategy, law and the clients all the time. I think we were more careful of each other in our marriage as a result. Marriage and divorce law have been a fun partnership.”

Her spouse, Stuart Van Tine:

“Yep, I’ve been married to a divorce lawyer for 52 years. She wasn’t a lawyer for the first 14. I’d been an attorney for five years when she was sworn in and we opened our own shop. We later joined a larger firm together; I retired, she’s still there. For us, practicing law together was fun. My end was stodgy bank and real estate work. Her practice seemed to bring new and amazing bits of insanity every day. What I remember most is her ability to keep her composure where very few people could, like laughing along with our staff at the death threat left on our answering machine or the court battle over custody of a stuffed parrot. Those were happy days.”

Katherine Eisold Miller, a divorce attorney in New Rochelle, New York:

“Divorce lawyers hear some pretty crazy stories and we know what destroys relationships. Knowing what destroys them gives us a window into how to nurture and preserve our partnerships. On the other hand, we also know how to protect ourselves and our assets and that could be pretty scary if things weren’t going so well.”

Her spouse, Richard Heller:

“I’ve been married to a divorce attorney for 18 years. From the beginning I needed clear boundaries between work and relationship ― and no prenup. Prenups look to me like a self-fulfilling prophecy, like you’re planning the way out when you have not even begun while to my attorney bride, it just made sense to get clear on financial boundaries. Keeping communications from becoming ‘litigious’ is an ongoing practice for both of us. I often joke that ‘I’m married to a divorce lawyer, I don’t mess with her,’ but I actually find my spouse appreciates what an amazing marriage we have because she has seen so many marriages that were less than that. She works long hours and I miss her terribly, but our time together is always sweet.”

Daniel E. Clement, a divorce attorney in New York City:

“As a divorce attorney, my problem is not making my clients’ issues mine. While I am sympathetic, I have to remain detached to keep my objectivity and maintain my sanity. I certainly don’t want to bring their problems home with me. That said, I can use my client’s issues as life lessons. I can identify the mistakes they made in their relationships, in raising their children, in their decision making, and consciously modify my behavior so as not to follow them. I do not want to be someone’s divorce client.”

His spouse, Michelle Schwartz Clement:

“Most of the time, Dan seems immune to the stresses of the day. Yes, there are days he brings it home, but what successful professional doesn’t do so?”

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I'm Married To A Divorce Attorney. This Is What Our Marriage Is Like

Divorce attorneys are experts on marriage. After all, every day in their offices, they see the petty squabbles and simmering issues that can easily bring down a long-term relationship.

Karen Covy, a divorce attorney and coach in Chicago, Illinois:

Her spouse, Vit Homolka:

Margaret Klaw, a divorce attorney in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania:

Her spouse, Alan Metcalfe:

Alison Patton, a divorce attorney and mediator in La Jolla, California:

Her spouse, John Thickstun:

Christian Denmon, a divorce attorney in Tampa, Florida:

His spouse, Nicole Denmon:

Nancy R. Van Tine, a divorce attorney in Boston, Massachusetts:

Her spouse, Stuart Van Tine:

Katherine Eisold Miller, a divorce attorney in New Rochelle, New York:

Her spouse, Richard Heller:

Daniel E. Clement, a divorce attorney in New York City:

His spouse, Michelle Schwartz Clement:

“Most of the time, Dan seems immune to the stresses of the day. Yes, there are days he brings it home, but what successful professional doesn’t do so?”

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realestate63141 · 7 years

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I'm Married To A Divorce Attorney. This Is What Our Marriage Is Like

Divorce attorneys are experts on marriage. After all, every day in their offices, they see the petty squabbles and simmering issues that can easily bring down a long-term relationship.

Karen Covy, a divorce attorney and coach in Chicago, Illinois:

Her spouse, Vit Homolka:

Margaret Klaw, a divorce attorney in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania:

Her spouse, Alan Metcalfe:

Alison Patton, a divorce attorney and mediator in La Jolla, California:

Her spouse, John Thickstun:

Christian Denmon, a divorce attorney in Tampa, Florida:

His spouse, Nicole Denmon:

Nancy R. Van Tine, a divorce attorney in Boston, Massachusetts:

Her spouse, Stuart Van Tine:

Katherine Eisold Miller, a divorce attorney in New Rochelle, New York:

Her spouse, Richard Heller:

Daniel E. Clement, a divorce attorney in New York City:

His spouse, Michelle Schwartz Clement:

“Most of the time, Dan seems immune to the stresses of the day. Yes, there are days he brings it home, but what successful professional doesn’t do so?”

type=type=RelatedArticlesblockTitle=Related Stories + articlesList=56cf434ae4b03260bf75d3ed,559ebd80e4b05b1d028fecad,571f9b9fe4b0b49df6a92312,5846c5c6e4b0e0184289f0bb

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