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ur additions made this so much better omg
i actually have mad woman for wanda and peter for peter in a folder for edits and am so glad someone sees the vision. like, especially with wanda cuz she was pushed until her breaking point and whenever anything goes well for her, it messes up. id probably go crazy too.
and castles crumbling for thor is SO perfect. he was the golden boy since birth and besides his slump in the first thor movie, hes generally seen as this pillar of strength and overall goodness. and then we see him in endgame, and he’s messed up. castles crumbling fits that so well (and ur so right they have a pattern of ignoring pieces that are too deep *cough* bruce banner having tried to kill himself being mentioned a total of one time *cough*
might i also add:
who’s afraid of little old me? for peter parker. he was so sweet in civil war, all obsessed and awe-struck by the world around him. and then you get to nwh and he’s seen what being spider-man really is, and he knows what he can do. also!
clara bow for peter parker: can you imagine being spider-man after iron man’s death? especially when your suit is LITERALLY the iron spider? spider-man is going to have to spend the rest of his life being compared to the man he saw die. additionally, the whole aspect of thinking being a super hero would be cool until he’s there, and he’s met all the avengers, and it sucks.
long story short for clint. “i tried to pick my battles til the battle picked me.” he wanted a normal life with his family, but after infinity war he knew he couldn’t sit around any longer, so he went rogue. then, endgame happened and he needed his family back, so he had to fight with the avengers again. and then “long story short, it was a bad time. long story short, i survived.” like, self explanatory but its basically endgame to the hawkeye show. he was in such a deep depression to begin, and then the last time we see him, he’s happy with the people he cares about and he really did make it out.
so long, london for tony stark: i think for this london refers to the avengers. specifically the lines “you say i abandoned the ship but i was going down with it.” to start: “you say i abandoned the ship” this could refer to anything from steve and tony’s argument in avengers 2012 to civil war, but id say it better works with civil war since that would suit the abandonment line. then, “i was going down with it” talks about his dying for the entire universe, and thats what the avengers stood for.
innocent for yelena belova: when we first see her, yelena is six years old and playing in her backyard. the next, she’s killing people.
bonus: nobody’s soldier by hozier is SO steve rogers
marvel characters as taylor swift songs but i take no critiques
tony stark:
stephen strange:
clint barton:
bucky barnes:
natasha romanoff:
peter parker (andrew)
peter parker (tom)
yelena belova:
pepper potts:
loki:
marvel characters as taylor swift songs but i take no critiques
tony stark:
stephen strange:
clint barton:
bucky barnes:
natasha romanoff:
peter parker (andrew)
peter parker (tom)
yelena belova:
pepper potts:
loki:
”something med school did not cover: someone’s daughter, someone’s mother”
this is the speech does before singing delicate on reputation stadium tour, and i don’t think people talk enough about it, but for me this is so touching and personal.
i am a type of person who made a lot of mistakes in relationships and is always trying to get better and better, but it’s like the past could never die so i live with the shadows of my attitudes and the fear of people judging me for it, i just want to love and be loved.
Sometimes people expect that you are alright and they might think that you have it all together. Most of the time though, those assumptions are incorrect. There are things that they will never see and battles that they will never know that you are going through. Sometimes it's scary because you want someone to shout out to you and ask if you are ok. Someone to follow that little prompting from above to help you out, but they never do. They look at you like they don't care and they don't care because they have the assumption that you are alright. Like an assumption that you might be too good for them because they are going through something too... It's hard to ask for help sometimes... It's hard because they all assume and because you feel like you would be too much of a burden on them. Or you think that they are going to judge you because they might think that you are just trying to seek attention. It's hard to get help because it is scary and you feel like you don't need help....
This is what anxiety feels like to many, or at least what I feel like when I have anxiety. I was diagnosed with anxiety, depression and OCD on my mission for my church. Before I was diagnosed with these disorders, I always had a constant wave of insecurity, doubt, trouble believing in myself, and other things included that plagued. When I graduated from high school, I was sure that I would fall into a state of Schizophrenia by age 22 to 23(I haven't). When I was on my mission, I finally had the opportunity to look at things that could help me. I took those options because it came to the very end of the line, where one day I just wanted to end my life. The thoughts became too overbearing and I felt like if I just went away, sitting in the bath at the time, that everybody would be better off without me and my contributions. I never fully went through with it though because I just loved my life too much and the work I was doing at the time to end it all. I told my companion and my mission leader's wife and they helped me to get the help I needed. I am so happy that they were able to help me and that I was able to, through that see the light again. Though that was a very high point in my life, even with the help and the pills, I still get some of these thoughts sometimes. Even just two or three days without the pills because I didn't have my next precription in time, the effects are scary. I cry for no reason, things hurt more than they should, and I just feel a feeling of helplessness and like I can't do it anymore.
The reason why I guess I am writing this is to partly get things out and partly is to probably raise awareness that I am not the only one. When people joke about having anxiety, I understand that it is a joke, but they will never know what it is really like, unless they actually do have anxiety. Statistics from adaa.org have shown that at least a percentage of 18.1% of the population is diagnosed with anxiety, which is 40 million adults over the age of 18 alone.(ADAA.org) Imagine how many more people are diagnosed with anxiety and how many more kids could be diagnosed. Hypothetically speaking, that could be every two kids to one adult, but that may be wrong. According to SAMHSA's webpage, there has been a 27% increase in their phone calls from 2019 to 2020(numbers may have gone up since then. In 2019, SAMHSA had a high of 656,953 calls for the year. This number grew to be 833,598 calls in 2020.(SAMHSA) For more statistics and facts, go to www.adaa.org or www.samhsa.gov. This is only half of it.
ADAA has also pointed out that people diagnosed with Anxiety have also had Depression previous to this.(ADAA) The CDC states that those with an anxiety or depression disorder have has increased from 36.1% to 41.5% between August 2020 to February 2021.(CDC) Those with an OCD disorder are about every 1 in 40 adults, according to singlecare.com.(SINGLE CARE)
There are many people out there, who are suffering and are trying every day to hide it, just like I was. There are many out there who do not know that they have even have these disorders. Now that I have read through this, I want to bring awareness to these people. I want to help give them a voice. I want to because I am one of them. I know what it is like to struggle and what it is like to feel those feelings of discontent, sadness, and despair. These people can't be told to just stop and think more positive. These diseases are real and they are very riveting to every person who is diagnosed with them. Just like Elder Jeffrey R. Holland, an apostle of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints has said" ...Today, I am speaking of something more serious. Of an affliction so severe, that it significantly restricts a person's ability to function fully. A crater in the mind, so deep that no one can responsibly suggest that it would surely go away if those victims would just square their shoulders and think more positively."(LIKE A BROKEN VESSEL) Though he was talking about MDD(Major Depressive Disorder), this could be applied to what has been said before.
I want all who are going through this to know that they are not alone and that there are many, just like them. Do not be ashamed of what you have as a mental disorder, now speaking collectively to all disorders and not individually. You are not weird and you are not some freak who doesn't fit in. Don't worry, I once thought that too. It is ok to feel what you feel and it is ok to address and talk about it. You do not have to suffer alone. If you are struggling, please talk to someone who you feel comfortable talking to and get the help that you need, what ever it may be. My Chat is always open and though it may take me some time, I will answer back. Let's all come together and share our stories of our disorders and help help strengthen one another and to help us not feel alone.
You are amazing. You are worth it. You are loved. You are you. You may have a disorder, but do not let that define you. You are you.
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Sources:
Single Care
https://www.singlecare.com/blog/news/ocd-statistics/
ADAA
https://adaa.org/understanding-anxiety/facts-statistics
CDC
https://www.cdc.gov/mmwr/volumes/70/wr/mm7013e2.htm
Like A Broken Vessel by Elder Jeffrey R. Holland
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNAx2Rgq-uI
SAMHSA HELPLINE
https://www.samhsa.gov/find-help/national-helpline
”now im down bad crying at the gym” I LOVE MOTHER 😭😭😭
”i can fix him, no really i can” SHES SO ME 😭
listening to ttpd rn if i dont update its because taylor made me sob 😭🤍
Evermore is better than Folklore. Cry about it. I will die on this hill
My brother lost his phone so now it has turned into me messaging his ex cause she responded to my story. He said he was good and I am his messenger. I things that happen when I am listening the epic and he is looking for his Taylor Swift CDs. We started watching DougDoug and texting in my gc with my friends.
Having Swifty friends when you are not one is great. One of them keeps asking to pick out the outfit prediction on mastermind. First time I did orange and blue, this time I did the most green I could.
This may be a LOTR account but tonight it is a speak now stan account
Official album cover for Speak Now Taylor's Version 💜💜💜
“august”
regulus black x reader
-friends with benefits turns south when a certain slytherin realises he’s risked it all for someone who can’t give her all.
warnings: guys this is sad 😋 #angst and the reader is an arse 🫶. mostly from regulus’ pov, a bit suggestive, so 16+ probably
a/n: guys regulus black brain rot is real and it is destroying my life. i love this man!! i wish he was real!! listen to august by taylor swift while reading this
back when i was living for the hope of it all
scattered pieces of paper, short candles- melted to their base, muggle poetry books and ‘tiny dancer’ by elton john. this is what regulus thought of when anybody so much as muttered the name ‘y/n l/n’.
y/n was his best friend, his only friend for that matter. they were often found pacing libraries and the school grounds late at night- then detention or the headmasters office after school for lurking around after hours. they would read the same books and listen to the same songs, gushing about things that their respective families would deem ‘wrong’ due to the muggle nature of the content they were discussing.
despite their friendship, regulus had always yearned for something more. between playful smiles and withheld glances, he wanted to say something reminiscent of the romance parts in the muggle books that they read- but that sentiment was much more than words could ever communicate.
instead, it was communicated late at night as they tiptoed through the corridors in heavy sweaters and hushed whispers. regulus had lightly pushed y/n against a wall and kissed her passionately, the action being returned by y/n mere seconds later.
but this didn’t mean anything, not to y/n at least.
the next morning the two went back to normal, sitting next to each other in the grand hall and gossiping about other students. when regulus tried to talk to her about it, he was simply brushed off.
later that night they found themselves in y/n’s dorm room- tip toeing around without heavy sweaters but still hushed whispers.
regulus didn’t mind, or at least he pretended that he didn’t mind. but the summer was finally arriving and their families had a few balls planned out, so they wouldn’t be completely deprived of one another.
“i can’t believe we won’t get to see each other everyday!” y/n cried dramatically, jumping into regulus’s uniform as they packed their bags.
“it’s only 2 weeks until your family’s ball, don’t worry!” he laughed, pushing y/n off playfully.
y/n shook her head. “you best not forget about me in those 2 weeks” she said. regulus gasped, with his hand in his heart. “i would never!” he claimed.
those long two weeks finally came to an end on a warm friday night. y/n was spotted by regulus mere moments after guests were being invited in, as she laid back on a wall in a silk dress with a glass of wine in her hand. “who said you’re old enough to drink?” he asked, hands on his hips as he walked over.
“calm down! it’s only juice. i added vodka though,” she chuckled, bringing in regulus for a hug. “i missed you” she whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. regulus gulped, taking a step back as his cheeks turned red.
“where can i get myself some of that juice vodka?” he asked.
“see that table over there? pour half of whatever and come back to me for the flask, i have two just in case” she gestured over to a king dining table, filled with drinks of every kind.
late into the ball, the two were nowhere to be found. hidden in an abandoned guest room, extremely intoxicated and underdressed, regulus and y/n sat against a grey-painted wall and on top of a carpet with a sinister pattern. consumed by fear of the war and a pure yearning for one another, they continued the sullen tradition of their previous year at hogwarts.
“do you like me?” regulus asked, lighting a cigarette from his suit pocket. y/n crawled over, grabbing one out from his pocket as well and holding it out for him to light it. regulus acknowledged the gesture and lit the cigarette, laying back into the frame of the bed they were sitting on.
“of course i do, reggie” y/n smiled, taking in the smoke. “if i didn’t, i wouldn’t be here post-shag smoking in bed with you” she laughed, resting her head on his shoulder.
“but what type of like?” he asked, inverting his legs towards his torso slightly. y/n shook her head. “that’s a pretty loaded question” she remarked, closing her eyes.
regulus shook his head confusedly. he blew out the smoke and extended his arm around y/n. “i don’t think it’s loaded. i like you more than anyone i’ve ever met, that’s the type of like i like you as… if that makes any sense” he muttered.
“i like you more than anyone else too”
a few weeks pass and the noble house of black was hosting their own little gathering, and the l/n family was obviously invited.
the two embraced passionately upon y/n’s arrival, spinning her around like a ballerina in the process. after a shared dance or two, regulus and y/n scurried off to regulus’s bedroom for the rest of the night.
“where’s sirius?” y/n asked, tracing her fingers over his bookcase.
“he left. my parents well… you can kind of guess what happened but he’s gone. dick move not saving me either but, whatever” regulus sighed, laying back into his bed.
“is he staying with james?” y/n asked, laying back with him.
“yeah. i’m guessing he’s happy there. i wish he’d at least write or let me know he’s safe, but he definitely thinks i’m a devout death eater or something”
“i don’t think you’re a devout death eater”
“i don’t think i am either”
the two shared a train carriage upon the beginning of the school year. from the outside of their almost empty room, they could see james and his friends skipping about, sirius catching a glance of his younger brother for the first time in weeks.
he was consumed by his lonliness and pressure from his parents, y/n was the only person who could relieve that. he didn’t mind if their relationship was barley a relationship and merely friends with benefits.
he stared at her hair and the way her eyes glisten in the morning sun. he wondered what she was thinking or what she was going to say. he wanted to hear something reassuring for the first time after only hearing screams and shouts from his parents.
“do you think we should stop fooling around this year?” y/n asked, breaking regulus out of his spell.
“why?”
“we need to start getting serious about our studies and i need to find a suitor” she said plainly, nestles against the walls of the train carriage.
regulus looked at her, dumbfounded. what did she mean by that?
“is what we have really that disposable?” he asked, trying to find the right words.
“i don’t know. i still want to be friends, you’re my favourite person”
“if i was your favourite person, why are you calling this off right now of all times? why not last year when you knew i was in love with you and you kept me around for whatever sick reasons you have? why now?” regulus whisper-shouted, sitting up straight.
y/n shook her head, placing down the book she was previously reading. “love? we weren’t even in a relationship, regulus”
“but we were close enough to snog 5 times a day?”
r/n sighed, standing up. “i knew you’d get like this, you’re far too dependant. i can’t handle giant commitments and you know that! why would you do this to me?”
“fuck off, have a good year” regulus said as he grabbed his bags and pushed past y/n.
burning toast, stolen glances, venomous stares and obvious avoidance. these are the things that regulus thought of when he heard y/n l/n’s name. as much as he wishes he could hate her, there was no end to his eternal love.
"You have pointed out my flaws again as if I don't already see them"
Don't let people get you down!!!!
Because you are amazeballs!!!!
People are just jelous of you!!!!
You are the light that shines!!!
please help me
i don’t usually post like this but i’m in an emergency. my hotel kicked me out for discriminatory reasons and took my belongings. i have nowhere to stay and my car needs gas and repairs. my mental health is suffering badly and i don’t know what else to do. i’m trying to hold on.
if you can help, please send anything to my apple pay:
828 266 8648
even a small amount means the world to me right now. i don’t feel safe. i don’t feel stable. i’m just trying to survive.
please share this if you can. thank you.
what if he's written mine on my upper thigh only in my mind?