“’Slut’ is attacking women for their right to say yes. ‘Friend Zone’ is attacking women for their right to say no.”
— And “bitch” is attacking women for their right to call you on it. (via radolescence)
i saw this post earlier about therapists and it reminded me of my old therapist paul, who in my opinion is one of the greatest men alive and who did not put up with my bullshit for even one second
anyway i go in to see paul one week in the summer of 2016, and i’m doing my usual bullshit which consists of me talking shit about myself, and paul is staring at me, and then he cuts me off and says that he’s got a new tool for helping people recognize when they’re using negative language, and gets up and goes over to his desk
and i’m like alright hit me with that sweet sweet self-help article my man, because i’m a linguistic learner and whenever paul’s like here i have a tool for you to use it’s pretty much always an article or a book or something
paul opens a drawer, takes something out, and turns back around. i stare.
i say, paul.
is that a nerf gun.
yeah, says paul.
i say, are you gonna shoot me with a nerf gun in this professional setting.
he happily informs me that that’s really up to me, isn’t it. and sits back down. and gestures, like, go ahead, what were you saying?
and i squint suspiciously and start back up about how i’m having too much anxiety to leave the house to run errands, like it was a miracle to even get here, like i’ve forgone getting groceries for the past week and that’s so stupid, what a stupid issue, i’m an idiot, how could i–
a foam dart hits me in the leg.
i go, hey! because my therapist just shot me in the leg. paul blinks at me placidly and raises an eyebrow. i squint again.
i say, slowly, it’s– not a stupid issue, i’m not stupid, but it’s frustrating me and i don’t want it to be a problem i’m having.
no dart this time. okay. sweet.
so the rest of the hour passes with me intermittently getting nailed with tiny foam darts and then swearing and then fixing my language and, wouldn’t you know it, i start liking myself a little more by the end of the session, which is mildly infuriating because paul can tell and he’s very smug about it
anyway i leave his office and the lady having the next appointment walks in and i hear what’s all over the floor? and paul very seriously says cognitive behavioral therapy tools.
I got chills oh my god
Well.
That dog is fed up
@marvel launch me into space I will save my son myself if you’re not fucking going to
I love Steve
Tony: You wanna hear a joke?
Stephen: …Fine
Tony: Knock knock
Stephen: Who’s there?
Tony: Choke.
Stephen: Choke who?
Tony: Choke me d-
Steve: *pops up from behind the couch* CHOKING HAZARD UNSUITABLE FOR KIDS BELOW THREE YEARS OLD SOMEONE PLEASE HAND ME SOME HOLY WATER BEFORE ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE
Yes please!
Stephen has an infectious laugh.
You’ll get a snort or a chuckle from him every once and a while, but when you get an honest-to-god laugh, it is so. Freaking. Contagious.
He can’t help it and it’s adorable.
Hell yeah
It’s always namjoon loving hours, am i right ladies?
Lil’ baby flower, protect him at all cost
flower boy 🌻
That’s such a good idea ! Link me if someone willing to write this.
Are there any fics of Stephen and Tony meeting in rehab for their injuries? Like Tony’s rehab post arc reactor/shrapnel and Stephen’s rehab after the accident? Because if not I want it. No, I need it. Bad.
I saw this on Facebook and went to check my registration status, sure it was fine because I voted recently, but I put in the info and it said I’m not registered
PLEASE, especially if you’re a Black voter, check your registration status at vote.org