i still can’t believe peter quill saved the galaxy with footloose and friendship
Dog: I AM SORRY BABY HUMAN! DO NOT CRY ANYMORE! i SHALL BRING YOU MORE TOYS
The cutest thing ever.
Be kind to yourself. Stop telling yourself that whatever you are struggling with “should” be easy. If something is hard for you, it is hard for you. There are probably Reasons, though those may just be how you are wired. Acknowledge these things. When you finish something hard, be proud! Celebrate a little.
And really, just stop saying “should” to yourself about your thoughts and feelings in any context. You feel how you feel. The things in your head are the things in your head. You can’t change either directly through sheer force of will. You can only change what you do. Stop beating yourself up for who and what you are right now–it isn’t productive. Focus on moving forward."
I usually have two or more sets of headcanons with characters
Headcanon A: what I think realistically
Headcanon B: what I think is fucking hilarious
C: what it heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends
that falls under hilarious
i always love this part because it means that maleficent had to be like “haha ok i’m gonna cover her with my cape and when they go WHERE IS SHE i’ll be like BOOM TADA”
ever wonder how different your life would be if that one thing never happened
Telling your son not to “be such a girl” lets his sister who overhears the conversation know that being a girl is not a good thing and she should be sorry and ashamed of herself.
It also reminds your son that being a boy is better than being a girl and therefore he is better than any girl he will ever meet.
In russian if you cry you get called a cabbage. Vote to change “dont be such a girl to “dont be such a cabbage” say I.
Kevin was laying on the bed clothed in nothing but a tiny pair of black lace panties and Diego’s lab coat. He giggled as he held his phone up above him and snapped a picture with the phone’s camera. He quickly sent the picture to Diego without any sort of explanation.
Diego was sitting in his office, filling out paperwork, when his phone buzzed. His first reaction was annoyance - he had a very strict “Only Interrupt Me During Work If Someone Important Is Dying, Or Someone Will Definitely Die” policy with his employees - but the feeling quickly disappeared when he saw who was texting. Kevin! Was something wrong? Quickly, he checked the message…
Only to freeze.
Kevin was…h-he was…well, he was all right, for one. Very all right. Yes indeed. You have my attention, he replied.
“/Ah-ah./” Diego pushed Kevin’s hips down until the man was once again laying flat on the bed. Once again, his hand returned to the gentle teasing, but this time with feather-light touches along the shaft itself. It was contact, but it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy. It was a /punishment/. “Now. I am going to continue touching you like this until I feel you have properly learned your lesson. When we resume our earlier activities, I expect /complete obedience/, or I will tie you down and leave you while I finish myself off. Is that clear?”
Kevin let out little whines as Diego teased him with such light touches. He wanted to press his hips up towards the contact to try and get him to use just a little but more pressure but it was useless. The last thing that he wanted was for Diego to tie him up and leave him there to take care if himself. The getting tied up part didn’t sound bad, it was the threat of not being able to get his release that made him just nod his head in agreement. “Y-yes, Diego.” He stuttered softly.
"Good boy." He didn’t stop; instead, he stroked Kevin once - just once -before returning to the light-as-a-feather caresses. It was almost more of a punishment than a reward, giving Kevin a taste of what he so much wanted, and then taking it away. But Diego wasn’t known for his mercy, and after all, Kevin seemed to love it.
Kevin whined and pressed his hips up trying to get more of what Diego was so cruelly teasing him with. “…Diego…” He whined again even though he knew he was going to get in trouble for talking, but he didn’t care. “More…”
Mistake, Diego thought with a grin. Instead of giving Kevin what he asked, Diego pulled away entirely, sitting up in bed and examining his writing boyfriend with a smirk. “You won’t get anything if you keep talking like that.”
Kevin whined again before clamping his mouth shut and biting down on his bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. He licked at his bottom lip as he stared at Diego, giving him the best puppy dog eyes he could manage as he tried his best to keep from pressing his hips up off the bed once more. All he wanted was for Diego to fuck him until he couldn’t walk right, make him bleed until he was weak from blood loss, but he didn’t date ask for that, not right now and risk getting absolutely nothing.
Well then, a certain perfect of form and hair scientist we know needs to stop screwing around investigating strange rumblings and get back to Night Vale.
Oh wait now I get what triggers are
Yeah, see, THIS is a trigger. Something that prompts a horrible flashback that makes someone go into a literal panic attack. It is NOT something that makes you slightly uncomfortable, so can we all just stop tossing that word around like it’s nothing.
thank you Wreck It Ralph
Reblogging for valuable commentary
Also, can we talk about how Felix dealt with it? He NEVER used that word again (only once in front of Ralph, never by her), there was never any talk about how she could get over it, and in their wedding they all made plans to help her with her paranoia by recognising her fears and showing she was safe by pointing guns at the window and having extra security.
A++++++ on dealing with mental issues magnificently, Wreck-It Ralph!
Will never not reblog this when I see it
also this was the greatest 5 second character development in cinematic history
Eldritch!Cecil looses control of his human form. Carlos thinks that’s pretty neat.
Inspired by the fact that this fandom has like the cutest eldritch horror fics ever <3.