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the beautiful thing about writing is that you can invent as many women as you want. no one can even stop you. it's literally not even illegal.
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It’s that I know no irl man will ever come close to healing me in the way Levi does
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An update on my mental health.
So last year my mental health was pretty much in the gutter. I started off the year pretty hopeful, but under a lot of pressure (from nursing school). By May I was flung into depression that was so overwhelming it took me literal months to crawl halfway out of it only to start the next semester (a repeat semester) of nursing school. Which only caused me to fall back down into the hole I wasn’t entirely out of. (Mind you, climbing OUT of the hole completely would not mean an absence of any and all depression, it would just signify not feeling apathetic, hopeless, and sleeping my days away). By December I found out how deep that whole could get and although the Depression Hole already was deeper than the roots of suicidal ideations, the discovery that I had failed out of nursing school (which only caused me stress and added to my inability to relax, cope, and process) showed me that, contrary to what I had believed, the Depression Hole could actually go deeper. Deeper in the sense that I had gotten, in the span of 30 seconds as I checked a grade, so apathetic about myself, my life, and felt so hopeless, and like such a failure and a BURDEN that I attempted to punch my own throat out and bash my head open against a metal chair in front of the three family members I care about the most and our Christmas tree. Imagine how scenic.
I spent the last week of 2016 and the first couple of weeks of 2017 in a fog where if I thought about ANYTHING I would break down crying and want myself dead, but the only way to not have those feelings was to literally not think about ANYTHING. I had to shut down. Hard. Like - the pc is frozen and we gotta hold the power button until it turns off.
Have you tried turning it off and back on again?
Anybody else got crippling anxiety about the future?
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I never realized how much fun it is to mess with your drunk best friend.
Oooh if no one has asked yet—five times will Laurence was in pain?
A likely request from a Temeraire enjoyer- this is a 5+1 and being "in pain" isn't quite accurate, because it's actually "fives times Will Laurence's previous injuries and experiences caused him to experience disability after his retirement and he refused to let anyone help him and one time he did" but that's not as snappy as "in pain" so. What can you do.
“William Laurence, if you will not sit down, I will have Temeraire carry you off myself!” It was unusual enough to hear at Tharkay a volume that could be considered anything other than sardonic; to hear him in a true and fine temper was exceedingly rare. His voice raised to the point of yelling might have been enough to sit Laurence back down on its own, had Laurence’s own temper not been heightened at the pain radiating in his leg and at the insistence that he could not retrieve the case of maps which was just out of reach for Tharkay but perfectly within his own. “It will take me only a moment, I promise I am- ah-” His leg, already weakened from the cold and the pain and his own inattention, gave out. For one moment, Will thought that he would sprawl across the hard wood floor of Tharkay’s study- but no, there was Tenzing, who had fairly lunged to arrest Will’s collapse. For all that his hands were gentle and secure, though, his face was set into a stony, livid silence. Laurence swallowed and righted himself, spilling into the chair he had only recently vacated. He spread his hands in an attempt at supplication, at appeasement. “Tenzing…” “Don’t.”
extremely curious about “i can hear you (just fine)” if you’re still playing the wip game?
Okay so this one is a weird one because. I made some Decisions(tm) about Laurence's Deal in my modern ren fair au, you know? Which I then described to a friend as "Through Shenanigans Known Possible Only For Will Laurence" for how he, a British Olympic Athlete, came by Temeraire, a young Chinese boy. And then I started thinking about it too hard and. Well. Here we are. Accidental baby acquisition ahoy!
It was astonishing, really, how quickly his priorities could shift. Two days ago, he had won a bronze medal at the Olympics. And now his coach was yelling at him on the phone, demanding to know what he meant by withdrawing, as if the word had more than one meaning in circumstances like this. “I am truly sorry,” he kept saying, over and over, staring at the toddler he was holding against his hip, awkward but secure, “I cannot make it to compete today, I have a- a family emergency that I must handle, I have to withdraw-” “Laurence, there is 19 hours until you are due to win a bronze or silver medal for England, it cannot be anything so pressing-!” “It can be,” he heard in his own voice, stunned and distant, but his own nonetheless, “It is. I am sorry. I must.” He hung up before he could be drawn back into the argument and shifted the baby, who had begun to make some noises of displeasure, into a different position- gingerly, because it had been some years since he’d been handed his brother George’s first child to hold for a handful of minutes- to hopefully keep the baby (who really needed a name, even a temporary one, so that Will could call him something other than the baby in his head) from growing truly distressed. “I must beg your pardon,” he said, in an attempt to be soothing, “I did not mean to alarm you; it is nothing to concern yourself with…”
