Summary: All the nicknames your soulmate is called by are written on you. The main character is covered and finally meets the person that’s been covering them in names since they could remember.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader, but no y/n. The main character is written in first person.
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: No smut, a little homophobia, drug mention if you squint. Kissing!!
Across my skin is littered thousands of words. Some of them were put there by me, little scratches reminding me that there's a test in history tomorrow, to take a shower tonight. There are tattoos there, hidden under the crude words: marks of stars and little planets. They’re covered now.
For most of my life, my skin was blank. There were just a few names, all versions of the same, larger one: Eddie.
Then, as I got into middle school- when I'm sure his skin began to fill with "bitch," and "liar," and worse- my skin began to overflow. They started out in simple scribbles, teasing words from friendly mouths, but the fonts began to get harsh. The letters were pointed, not intricate, not rolling. The letters practically burned as the words "druggie, disappointing, freak, fag" appeared on my pale arms.
There's no way to cover them anymore. I could wear long sleeves, but it's not classy. My parents are disappointed, even though I have no say, no control. I haven't even met him.
"Charismatic, charming. Fag, freak, insane."
I showed them off. I hoped he did too.
It was summer. The air was hot and sticky, it clung to my clothes and my hair. I brushed the loose strands from my face and smiled into the mirror. Under my hair was a new mark. My body was almost full, but the words overlapped where they could. This one was decent, at least.
"Eds."
I took my keys from the counter and left. I didn't have a plan, but I didn't think I needed one. I just needed out.
So I drove. I drove from my small town into the next, smaller town. Hawkins wasn't interesting in the slightest, but I needed something to do. And we didn't have a radioshack. What town didn't have a Radioshack in 1986? Mine.
The car's engine groaned as I pulled into the parking lot of the store. The open sign beamed at me. No friendly words greeted me like they had a year or two ago, when Bob Newby still worked here. I'd heard rumors, but I just assumed he'd escaped small-town life. I would take what I could get with the high schooler at the counter.
I got what I needed and left, but I decided I would stop at the comic store next door. I wasn't interested in reading comics, but I didn't want to get back into the car and drive back home so soon.
I flipped through volumes of Xmen, thinking I might get a coffee afterward.
The door opened, the bell rang. I didn't look up.
Next to me appeared a kid with a bowl cut, towering over me as he watched me flip through the books. I kept going, thinking he might stop me when he found what he wanted.
He found something else instead.
"No way," he whispered. He took my wrist and flipped it up. I turned toward him, hoping this kid, probably too young for me, wasn't the freak that littered my skin. He didn't look like it, but I supposed any small town kid could be called horrible things. "No fucking way."
"What?" I asked. He still hadn't looked at me, just at the scribbled words along my arms.
"I know Eddie."
"This one?" I looked back down at my arm.
"What other one?" He looked at my face and his eyes went wide at the word above my eyes. "That's awesome." I shrugged as he shook his head. "We have a club, it's called Hellfire. Meet us at the high school at six, okay?"
"Kid, I don't even live here. I'm in the next town over." I jutted my thumb in its general direction. "I gotta be home."
"Doesn't this matter more?"
I didn't think it did, but I supposed he was right. I had been waiting my whole life to meet the Freak that left so many marks on me, and I finally had a halfway decent opportunity to do so now. I also didn't know how this could go wrong.
"Okay. I'll be there."
"Great. God, this is so funny. Your entire body is covered."
"What about you?" I asked him defensively. I had gotten used to being stared at a long time ago, but I only just started to learn how to bite back.
He didn't flip his arm around. He didn't show me the names coating his wrists, he just blushed instead.
That could mean a million things. Either the ink is faded, they met and they weren't right, they were too young, whatever else.
He turned back to the comics and continued going through the box I just had. I checked my watch; 4:15. I sighed and went to the other side of the store.
Whether the kid knew it or not, he found himself next to me again. "When did they start showing up?" He asked.
"When I was in middle school. They got really bad around there too." I told him.
"Huh." He was biting back laughter, and I could tell.
I ignored him. It wasn't in my best interest to talk to a child. I bought a stuffed animal that I didn't need, but I felt bad for spending too much time in a store without leaving with something. I watched the boy set down his stack of comics, catching a few sprawling words on his wrist. They were harsh, blurred, hazy. One stuck out- the name Will- before he flipped his wrist back over.
"Six tonight!" He yelled after me. I shut the door.
I smelled like popcorn and coffee. I looked like a mess, but I didn't think it mattered.
I've been planning a moment like this all my life. Every kid has since they could read, the fantasies getting more vivid as they got older. For me, I've imagined everything from accidental meetings to set-ups, roses falling from the skies, kisses in the rain. When the words started appearing more often, all that was shattered. I thought I would accidentally stumble upon the right homeless person, pay the wrong employee too much, call the wrong person whatever my mind came up with when it left my mouth.
The fantasies faded a while ago. It wasn't always on my mind like it was on some of my girl friends', their intricate stories and plans drained me. It was absent enough for me not to think about it now.
I stood against my car door, the chocolate drink making my hand cold and wet. I wiped it on my jeans. Was I nervous? I took another sip. I didn't think so.
A van pulled into the parking lot at a wild pace, then slammed to a stop across three parking spaces. A few kids on bikes rounded the corner of the brick school. Leading their party was the kid I met at the comic store.
He stopped in front of the doors to the school, then turned to the van. Out of the backseats came two boys that looked to be older than me. They rocked plaid and ripped jeans, holding boxes and dice between their fingers.
Then, out of the driver's seat, came a man with longer hair than anyone's I had seen. His fingers were covered in silver rings, his jacket was ripped and sewed with black string around a few names on both his wrists. His boots echoed on the blacktop as he joined his friends, the chains on his thighs jingling.
"Eddie, holy shit." The boy said. He was looking at me. I supposed I should walk up there now, and maybe actually talk to them.
"What?" He deadpanned, none of the kid's excitement catching on.
"I met someone," he said, already quivering. He nodded toward me.
And everyone turned toward me. At the same time.
I didn't take a step back. I wanted to, but I stayed put.
"Holy shit!" One of the younger boys shouted.
Eddie came toward me then, his eyes glued to my arms, covered in his name, among other things. "Look at you," he cooed. I almost blushed, but I didn't let it happen. I just took another sip of my drink.
He took my wrist, the one not holding the coffee, and read over the names.
He held his out to me.
It said my name. That was all I needed, but I read on. With each word came a story in my head of the cause, but there weren't many to think of.
"Is that…?" The kid asked. Eddie took my hand and turned back to the boys.
Eddie opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came.
"It was me! I found them! I did it!" The kid said. His eyes darted from his friends' faces to mine, to Eddie's. None of them were quite as excited as he was. They all seemed shocked.
"I'm ditching Hellfire tonight." Eddie said. The boys threw their protests, but he raised his free hand and they hushed. "We have catching up to do."
He started walking first, though I wanted to. I didn't know this town, but I could see the woods behind the school. They looked much more inviting than this dirty parking lot. He started leading me to them anyway.
"Use protection, Eddie!" One of them called after us. He turned and looked back at the boys, and they all put their heads down.
Once we were out of earshot, he strided in front of me and turned around. I stopped in time, not spilling my coffee over him like I thought I might.
"Hello," he said. He put his free hand over his heart, still holding mine with his other. "I'm Eddie." He said.
I laughed at him, at this entire situation. I introduced myself in the same way, adding a little curtsey at the end. He smiled.
"Mike is never going to let that go, you know." Before I could ask, he continued. "Meeting you before I could."
"He should have called you."
"Nah, everyone told me. You're the kid that's covered," he traced my wrist, "that comes a few times a month and only goes to Radioshack."
"And you knew that was me, how?"
"Freak," he traced a word. "Loser, insane." He dropped his voice. "Fag. I really am sorry for all that. I wish it were different."
I only just met him, but I could tell there wasn't much sincerity in his voice. He was sorry, but not about the words. Just the amount of them.
Then he reached up and brushed my hair away from the one on my face, the ones on my neck.
And he smiled at them.
"You don't hide them?" He asked me. He seemed genuinely curious, like he expected me to.
"No. It shouldn't matter."
"It does, though."
"What, the names?"
"No, not the lies. The person." He backed up a bit, then gestured at himself up and down. "Are you tellin' me I don't matter?" He beamed.
"I dunno, we've only known each other for a few minutes. I'll decide if you matter after the first date."
He hummed. "I'll go out with you. But you're lying, we've known each other all our lives. I know you're a liar," he pointed at the word on his skin, "I know you're a bitch," another word, "and I know your name, and I know you're a loser too. You know me fairly well." He ran his fingers along my forearm.
"I don't think I do." I admitted. And it was true. The man standing before me was not a freak, he didn't seem like a loser or a druggie. He seemed different, but in a way that made me feel safe.
He didn't say anything after that. I couldn't imagine he was a quiet person, but he was silent now.
"I was right, though. I thought you might show off these words too." I pointed at my skin. "That you would own them like me."
"I try, my love. I try."
The word "love" painted itself across his cheek.
I took a step back, accidentally pulling him with me. It really was true, I guessed it just hit me then. I stared at the word, written in a font that never dared touch my skin. Things written like that belonged under wedding bands, across hearts, on gravestones. Not on a freak's face.
He touched it. He must have felt my laser focus on that spot. He hummed again. "It's true, darling."
"Darling" appeared on his other wrist. He smiled and opened his mouth to say another one, but I stopped him.
"How about that date?"
"That sounds amazing."
I drove him to dinner at the least fancy, cheapest restaurant he directed me to. We needed loud music and good food, not shitty piano and candles. We talked about the words etched into our skin, but we began talking about much better things once the easy questions were out of the way. I told him about my parents, my friends at home. That none of them would be excited to know I met the Eddie, that I spent my evening with him, that I was breaking my almost non-existent curfew.
He told me about his parents too, about his life here in the smallest town known to mankind. He told me about the tragedies in this town, about the loss it's endured. I told him I knew, but only about the conspiracies. He told me of his strange friends and their strange tales, of his club and his hobbies.
I listened to him with more attention than I've given anything in a long time. I told him that too, I felt like he deserved to know. I didn't have much of anything going on to focus on, so that would leave me more time to call him whenever and hang out. He seemed stuck on the part that I was actually listening to him, and it wasn't in the setting of his club, and my gaze wasn't harsh and my words scalding. I thought it might have been nice for him to be listened to like this, where he wasn't judged. But I reminded myself that he didn't care about the words on my skin as much as I didn't.
We went back to my car. He told me how to get back to the school, and I followed.
I parked my car across another set of three parking spaces. He got out, and I followed. I didn't know why, but it felt like the right thing to do. I closed the door and pocketed the keys, standing against the car.
He came around to my side, then stopped in front of me.
"Thank you for tonight." He said. He took my hand and kissed my knuckles, but didn't drop it.
"Anytime, literally. I'm always bored."
"Were you bored tonight?"
"Not at all." And for once, I wasn't lying. It wasn't like my mom's stupid dinner parties where I had to lie to get by. I finally felt like I could tell someone the truth.
"That's good. I would hate for my soulmate to be bored on our first date." He hummed. His eyes were glued on mine. "Do you want to go out again?"
"Yes." I didn't think. I just said it. "Yes."
"Great. This time, I'm coming to your strange town."
"You're not meeting my parents."
"Not yet," he added. "I can prove them wrong." I looked him up and down as he finished, then met his eyes again. "Okay, maybe not. But I'm funny." He added.
"I guess that's true. They're not funny people, though."
"Then I'm charming." He ran his thumb over that word.
"Maybe…"
"Then I'm hot."
"They're my parents."
"Then… I'm charismatic."
"You're helpless." The word printed itself on my back. I could feel the tingle of a new word, the whispers of it more familiar than most things.
"And you're beautiful."
Another word appeared on his wrist.
"We're not doing this again." I said.
"Fine, fine. But I'm not letting you go home without a kiss."
My heart skipped a beat. I physically felt it do so in my chest, the butterflies flowing down to my knees.
"You can't just say that," I giggled.
"Why not? I'm a flirt." That word was not on my skin. I shook my head. "I'm straightforward." Neither was that one. I shook my head again. "I'm truthful? I'm quick? I'm… thoughtful, I'm reflective-"
I shut him up. I kissed him once, something like what I might give to my mom on her cheek before she goes to bed. I tried to show him he wasn't any of those things, but that he could be.
It didn't have the maybe-I-care, maybe-I-don't effect on him. He took a second to stare at me in shock before he kissed me this time, softer than I had. He broke apart, but that didn't last.
Before I even realized that time passed, his hand found my hair and we were making out against my car. I never imagined us here, in the parking lot of a high school both of us were too old for after a cheap dinner in an unfamiliar town. I never imagined my soulmate to actually be the weirdo my skin told me he was.
I thought that he might be able to be my freak.
He broke us apart to breathe, finally. "You're-" he kissed me again, "so-" and again, "pretty."
The word appeared down his arm.
He smiled against my lips and I knew that his skin would soon be covered in pet names, in words he would whisper against my skin, compliments and slurred words alike.
I think I liked that idea.
Or alternatively, where the main character lives in Hawkins:
My skin is covered in names before I'm even in sixth grade. Some of them are words I had to find dictionaries to understand, just a bit too advanced for me. They were horrible words with even worse meanings, the fonts as harsh and unforgiving as the people who shouted them.
His name was Eddie. And I had heard of an Eddie before, in whispers around the school hall. It was a name that was never said too loud, especially when they saw me around.
It grew harder not to see me. The black lettering was everywhere on me, and had begun to overlap when I made it to high school.
I didn't cover the words up. I didn't use concealer like the girls did to etch out my soulmate into the person I thought he should be. I didn't fear the freak, I was intrigued.
It was the first day of my freshman year. I sat alone, most people did. Around the room, I tried to determine the age of the people by how tired they were, by how many people sat around them, and by how big their backpack was. It wasn't a great pastime, but it made me less of a loser than the kids in the corner reading their textbooks.
In the corner, I saw a group of boys. They wore plaid and denim, the colors clashing with each other. Their heads were together in some conversation, but someone came over and dumped their milk onto a plate of the tallest one, who immediately turned to face the freshman who caused the mess.
The boy muttered "fag." The word burned itself into my forearm. I didn't look down to see if it was true, but I watched the little freshman put his head down. He looked scared, almost. Then he ran away.
The freak looked around the room for another attacker, but his eyes landed on me instead. He said something to his friends, then they all turned toward me.
I wanted to look back down at my sad school lunch, to disappear into the dirty floor. But that didn't happen before the three boys sat in front of me.
Their eyes almost burned as they looked at my skin.
"Hello," Eddie said.
"Hi," I managed to say.
One of the boys took my wrist and flipped it. They all read his name printed there, along with all the other things on top of it.
"Easy," Eddie said, "they're my soulmate." He whispered. He caught the attention of a few people around us, but they all went back to their food. "You are, right?"
"Obviously," the boys said at the same time. I winced.
"Oh, no need for that. I'm used to it." He told me. I nodded. "I'm Eddie," he said. He held out a hand, covered in silver rings.
I shook it.
And from then on we were Hawkins High's infamous couple. The Freak and his Whiteboard. The first year was rough, there were more names on his skin than on mine. It began to even out in the second year. People were still jealous that we had met, and they hadn't met their "whore" soulmate or whatever their skin told them. I figured out in our third year that they were freaked out by how coated my skin was with names, but I loved them from the beginning.
The names used to tingle when they were put into my skin. I winced every time, and people called him more names to hurt me when they took notice. Every day after school, he would kiss each one to take the pain away, to put more feeling into the words than what they were said with. The horrible taunting became something for me to look forward to, and I think that freaked them out even more.
His friends liked me, and they caught on with our scheme. They teased Eddie, but for my sake. I thanked them, but bullied them back in hopes their soulmates' skin might look like mine. All at my own doing.
So the boy who made my skin almost dark with names followed me around with his sprinkling of teasing for the rest of high school, and well into the rest of our lives.
Please, spread this for those who might need it right now
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Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA) National Helpline: 1-800-662-HELP (4357) – provides 24/7 confidential support and referrals for individuals and families facing mental health and substance use disorders, including panic attacks and anxiety.
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Take care of yourself and each other. Please stay safe ♡
Emery, Lee, and Charlie say:
Hey, everyone! Dysphoria is a real pain in the butt to deal with, and we know it can be difficult to find ways to lessen it or distract yourself from it. You don’t need to have dysphoria to be transgender, but many (if not most) trans people do have dysphoria. And gender dysphoria (for those who have it) just sucks.
Since we get a lot of asks from people who are looking for tips to help manage their dysphoria, we thought we would make a masterpost to help everyone out. So, this is some added advice from the mods on coping with it! The key is distraction, and trying to remember that it will get better one day. Here we go!
Articles and Posts About How To Deal With Dysphoria
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Dysphoria when you have to go swimming
Dysphoria that prevents you from leaving the house/doing activities of daily living
Disablity-friendly dysphoria tips
Dysphoria on vacation
A coping tip
Body neutrality
Dysphoria while at camp
Motivating yourself to socialize
Calming down when you can’t correct people who deadname you
Overcoming invalidation
Staying clean when you have dysphoria about showering
Shower dysphoria
More on shower dysphoria
WikiHow to cope with gender dysphoria
9 strategies for dealing with body dysphoria
How do I deal with dysphoria?
20 Small Things To Do When Gender Dysphoria Gets You Down
25 Things I Do To Make My Body Dysphoria Feel Smaller and Quieter
More on coping with dysphoria
Dealing with dysphoria
A post with suggestions for coping with dysphoria
Take care of your mental health
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Waiting for or in-between surgeries
Wishing I was cis
Transfeminine-Specific
Transfeminine Dysphoria Tips
More dysphoria tips
Hip dysphoria
Transfeminine Period Dyphoria
Having sex or masturbating
In-the-closet transfeminine dysphoria tips
More in-the-closet transfeminine dysphoria tips
Transfeminine resource page
Songs
Virtual makeover
Dysphoria about not being able to birth a child
Height dysphoria
Our Transfeminine resources have a ton of info that can help you wherever you are in your transition, from finding breast forms, DIY voice training, clothing styles, info on medical transitioning, and more! So check out all the links in the Transfeminine resources!
Transmasculine-Specific
Transmasculine dysphoria
Dysphoria when you have to wear a dress
Dysphoria and periods
Masturbation with dysphoria
Binding when you don’t have a binder
Height dysphoria
Hip dysphoria
Our Transmasculine resources also have tons of helpful stuff for people at any stage of transition, including info on how to get short hair when your family doesn’t want you to, info on medically transitioning, passing tips, packer info, and more! So check out all the links in the Transmasculine resources!
Non-binary specific:
How to feel more androgynous
Mix and Match Androgynous Swimwear For People Of Any Gender
Practical Androgyny
Formal Tips for Nonbinary Cuties
Activewear for the androgyne aesthetic
Our Non-binary resources has a bit of stuff on non-binary medical transition, pronouns, gender neutral language, and more!
General Tips
Making a music playlist of your favorite songs!
You can also explore new music on YouTube, or check out some CDs from your local library.
We had a whole assortment of recommendations a while ago for music that helps people when they feel dysphoric because they can sing along. You could try to sing along to music, or lip synch if that makes you feel better, or just listen to your fav songs!
Cleaning or tidying and/or doing laundry; doing something to make your environment/surroundings better can also give you a sense of accomplishment.
Name and pronoun affirmations
You can make yourself some cards with your name and pronouns on them and carry them with you, or doodle in a notebook or make virtual edits and/or ask supportive friends and family to verbally participate in these affirmations
Wearing clothes that you feel good in (shoes, hats, dresses, sweaters, accessories etc.)
Taking up a hobby that you find enjoyable (skateboarding, making bracelets, writing, learning a new language, playing an instrument, joining a tabletop gaming club, etc.)
Watching YouTube videos (let’s-plays are Emery’s fav, and Lee likes music videos)
Dyeing your hair and/or getting a haircut (this can make you feel like a million bucks).
Info on getting short hair is here for transmasc people!
Transfemme people could try buying some cute hairclips or headbands from CVS or another store, which are small enough to easily hide if you’re in the closet.
Check out our dysphoria tag! You’ll see other suggestions on things to do, and Qs from other people who are dysphoric. Remember, you aren’t alone.
Journal about how you feel.
You could have one journal for negative things, because it feels good to get them out, and another journal for positivity and notes to yourself. Or you could write everything all in one place, it’s up to you.
You could also post on a private sideblog, or type in notes on your phone if you don’t have access to a physical journal
Practice some grounding/calming/meditation techniques.
Soothing grounding exercise
Physical grounding exercise
Mental grounding exercise
Grounding techniques
It’s a good idea to do something that makes you feel extra valid as your gender, like packing, binding, tucking, and wearing breast forms.
Maybe trans feminine individuals could put on makeup, or clear nail polish, or use flower-scented body wash when they shower. We have info on tucking here.
Trans masculine people could put on a button up, or masculine-coded clothing, or make a beard with makeup. We have info on binding without a binder here, and packing without a packer here.
Practicing Self-care, ex. taking a bath with a bath bomb (if that doesn’t induce dysphoria) to wind down. Maybe having tea and going to bed early?
You feel like sh*t: interactive self care
Talking to and getting in touch with other trans friends/people you may know, who will understand what you’re going through and are willing to support you is important!
If you don’t have a GSA at your school, PFLAG meetings in a nearby town, or any other local LGBT support groups, online community can be helpful too.
Take a walk and/or exercise a bit!! Even if you’re unable to do that because of disabilities, get some fresh air and new scenery if you can.
Find little things to appreciate about your body, or try not to think about it at all. Remember, this is about what helps you best, and it’s different for everyone.
Spend time with a pet, if you have one!
Try to work on planning your transition. Have a goal, and plan how you’ll get there.
Gather information about legally changing your name where you live when you turn 18 or the age of legal adulthood, read up on the effects of hormones, look at different surgery techniques and surgeons and prices, etc. We have info on some of the above in our transfeminine and transmasculine resource pages.
Start saving money now, even if it’s only a few dollars a month, or a few coins. When you turn 18, you’ll be informed and ready to start your transition, even if it involves saving money for a few years after to be able to afford it if your insurance doesn’t cover it fully. It’s possible, and you can do it!
Watch other people’s transition videos, and read their transition blogs. Again, this may help or make it worse, but you will be better prepared.
Go to your local public library and read a book, if you can! That might distract you, and it can be either fun or educational or both.
You can also see if they have any programs/events coming up, or see if they have any museum/zoo passes you could check out.
Listen to music, wear comfy clothes, curl up with a blanket, and chill out. Be cozy!
Have a countdown until you’re 18 (you could use an app or write it in a calendar) or a countdown until you’re able to get a new shirt, or whatever you’re looking forward to. Countdowns can be motivating.
Get organized! Clean things, sort through your things, make lists of what you need to do, color code, or whatever you want. It’ll help take your mind off things, and you’ll be helping yourself later.
Make your own Activity list of things you can do to help with dysphoria or distract yourself. Try to include as many healthy options as you can!
Include 3 things minimum that you know you’ll be able to do, like putting on affirming underwear or going on a walk for example, but make sure it’s three things specifically that you can do.
Include 3 goals you will have to work harder to do, like maybe exercising or filling out a DBT or CBT worksheet.
Tips For When Dysphoria Makes You Want To Self-Harm
Holding an ice cube in your hand
Writing in a journal (it can be extremely therapeutic)
Listening to music
Playing a video game (a puzzle game or fighting game might be particularly helpful since they require a lot of concentration)
Going for a walk (exercise can produce feel-good endorphins in your brain)
Watching a funny youtube video or doing tongue-twisters (laughter also produces endorphins)
Taking a hot shower (they’re particularly great for relieving tension)
Practicing breathing techniques (inhale for 8 seconds, hold for 4 seconds, exhale for 8 seconds and Belly breathing)
Drinking tea (something like chamomile, mint, or peppermint is best)
Coloring (I personally really like ones that feature Disney characters!)
You can google “Coloring pages” and just print some out! I (Lee) like mandalas
Reach out to a friend or family member; they can distract you, and it’s harder to do anything when you’re in the company of others.
We have more info on coping when you want to self-harm here.
Take care of your mental health! You can try getting a therapist and being in therapy, and take a peek at a few of the things below:
Awareness of unhealthy thinking styles
Distress tolerance skills
Distress tolerance activities
Panic list for distress tolerance
Improving distress
How to make a comfort box
Emotion regulation skills
Emotion regulation worksheet
Problem goal framework
Mindfulness of your current emotion
Letting Go of Painful Emotions
Vicious cycle and alternatives
What will help?
Positive self-talk
Self-validation
Behavioral Activation
STOPP worksheet
Triggers
Coping with dissociation
Handling dissociation
10 Tips on How to Work Through Feelings of Social Isolation
An interactive self-care guide
Anxiety Masterpost
Check our Mental health page for tips on dealing with specific issues
YouTube Videos That Talk About Dysphoria
FTM ~ what is dysphoria (uppercaseCHASE1, white transman YouTuber)
NON-BINARY DYSPHORIA?? (OutOfThisBinary, a channel run by several nonbinary YouTubers)
HOW I MANAGED DYSPHORIA (Kat Blaque, black trans woman YouTuber)
QAC 26 - Gender Dsyphoria: It’s Complicated. (a rant) (QueerAsCat, black afab nonbinary YouTuber)
DRAW MY LIFE (princessjoules, Vietnamese trans woman YouTuber) Tw: mentions of transphobia and abuse
Distract yourself! Watch TV, play video games, or do craft, or waste a few minutes on one of the websites below:
tap the keyboard to play the piano (Tw: flashing lights)
listen to rain
cute little games
click on the ad to donate food to pet shelters
free rice.com
NASA pic of the day
gibberish essay typer for fun
military time clock that changes color
play echogenesis (basically click on stuff and listen to music)
make designs
drag your mouse for an expressionist painting
this website just says “heeey” and “hoo” repeatedly
do nothing for 2 minutes
look at calming scenes and listen to relaxing music
sound effect drums
dramatic music plays while the things you type fall off into space
click on the boxes to make electronic music
comic asteroids explode
colorful sand layers
whale follows your cursor
watch indie movies
rabbit: watch netflix online with a friend
watch netflix with a friend
find the song that was playing in that show/movie
How to Download Songs or other Audio from Tumblr
infinite jukebox
play all the music posted on a tumblr blog
code academy: learn to code
learn a new language
learn new stuff
learn sign language
draw something or edit pics
make homemade playdough
make stress balls
print mandalas to color
cool crafts
Our Suicide Hotlines and Crisis Resources is a list of places you could contact to talk to someone if you’re feeling suicidal. Please, reach out and get help. We can’t answer suicidal asks, but we care about you.
For my Minecraft world :)
academy
adventurer's guild
alchemist
apiary
apothecary
aquarium
armory
art gallery
bakery
bank
barber
barracks
bathhouse
blacksmith
boathouse
book store
bookbinder
botanical garden
brothel
butcher
carpenter
cartographer
casino
castle
cobbler
coffee shop
council chamber
court house
crypt for the noble family
dentist
distillery
docks
dovecot
dyer
embassy
farmer's market
fighting pit
fishmonger
fortune teller
gallows
gatehouse
general store
graveyard
greenhouses
guard post
guildhall
gymnasium
haberdashery
haunted house
hedge maze
herbalist
hospice
hospital
house for sale
inn
jail
jeweller
kindergarten
leatherworker
library
locksmith
mail courier
manor house
market
mayor's house
monastery
morgue
museum
music shop
observatory
orchard
orphanage
outhouse
paper maker
pawnshop
pet shop
potion shop
potter
printmaker
quest board
residence
restricted zone
sawmill
school
scribe
sewer entrance
sheriff's office
shrine
silversmith
spa
speakeasy
spice merchant
sports stadium
stables
street market
tailor
tannery
tavern
tax collector
tea house
temple
textile shop
theatre
thieves guild
thrift store
tinker's workshop
town crier post
town square
townhall
toy store
trinket shop
warehouse
watchtower
water mill
weaver
well
windmill
wishing well
wizard tower
literally my favorite type of tweet
I found a lady statue with an umbrella at Goodwill and want to paint her to look like Lady Dimitrescu to sell on Etsy, but I’ve watched a single playthrough of Resident Evil three years ago and it was Corpse playing so I really don’t remember any of the game itself. Can someone let me know if she has an umbrella please? I see there’s some umbrella symbol/symbolism surrounding her character and I can paint it to look like that, but I’m kind of lost. Any help would be appreciated !
can we like…get rid of the so-called leather and rubber “pride flags” ? it’s honestly ridiculous and offensive to the lgbtq community. those aren’t pride flags.
Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.
Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!
Amaryllis: Pride
Black-eyed Susan: Justice
Bluebell: Humility
Calla Lily: Beauty
Pink Camellia: Longing
Carnations: Female love
Yellow Carnation: Rejection
Clematis: Mental beauty
Columbine: Foolishness
Cyclamen: Resignation
Daffodil: Unrivalled love
Daisy: Innocence, loyalty
Forget-me-not: True love
Gardenia: Secret love
Geranium: Folly, stupidity
Gladiolus: Integrity, strength
Hibiscus: Delicate beauty
Honeysuckle: Bonds of love
Blue Hyacinth: Constancy
Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless
Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom
White Jasmine: Amiability
Lavender: Distrust
Lilac: Joy of youth
White Lily: Purity
Orange Lily: Hatred
Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride
Lily-of-the-valley: Sweetness, humility
Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth
Magnolia: Nobility
Marigold: Grief, jealousy
Morning Glory: Affection
Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest
Pansy: Thoughtfulness
Peony: Bashfulness, shame
Poppy: Consolation
Red Rose: Love
Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity
Snapdragon: Deception, grace
Sunflower: Adoration
Sweet Willian: Gallantry
Red Tulip: Passion
Violet: Watchfulness, modesty
Yarrow: Everlasting love
Zinnia: Absent, affection
Last year, we asked LGBTQ+ youth: what's your idea of a "queer utopia?"
Not gonna lie - with more than 150 bills introduced in 35 states in 2023 that aimed to restrict student access to inclusive and diverse books and other library materials, the theme felt pretty radical.
And you DELIVERED. With the help of our Youth Voices (amazing queer youth activists from across the country), we compiled your amazing submissions of poetry, short essays and letters, visual art, photography, and more into Queerbook 2024. Like a yearbook, it captures what queer youth are feeling, going through, and hoping for - right here, right now across the U.S.
It's also no accident that it's the perfect small-ish size to stash in your locker or backpack so you can crack it open any time you're looking for some queer connection. :3
Read some more about the book and grab your own limited-run copy of Queerbook 2024 now here.
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