Fandom random, she/her by birth but happy with all pronouns, blog often animals and self help atm as not currently writing fic but when I do it's usually Hurt/Comfort (absolutely require the comfort). Fandoms include MacGyver, the 9.1.1's, SEAL Team, CSI &etc. Just reblogging pretty and contains my fic if you search.
Pretty gif in the header by Panchostokes (you're a gif queen).

kelpforestdwellers:

maculategiraffe:

lots of times if I tell my boyfriend that I am proud of him for dealing with a situation, or that I’m sorry he’s having to deal with a situation, he will say “no it’s my own fault.” meaning that he feels like he doesn’t deserve praise or comfort for dealing with a situation that is his fault. (for example a financial problem caused or exacerbated by him having been too anxious or absentminded to deal with the situation sooner.) and I tell him this and I will tell y'all this, that I don’t believe that. I think you are even braver and stronger for taking steps to deal with a mess that is of or partly of your own creation, because you have to cope with guilt and shame on top of the thing itself, and because you’re fighting against the same ingrained dysfunction in yourself that caused the mess. that’s like the bravest and most constructive thing you can do and you should be proud and I am proud of you.

also, mistakes don’t mean you deserve to suffer

whumpty-dumpty:

“The average whumper”

I was reading through the #whump poll tag and noticed some of the options were chosen by an overwhelming majority of the whump community.

So from that data I constructed the average whumper as per the whump community!😄:


The average whumper…:

…is between 21-30 years old

…is aro/ ace

…is neurodivergent

…lives in North America

…likes cheese

…is Imagening whump scenarios before sleep (and plays the whumpee in this scenarios)

…’s favourite (whump)colour is red

…starts liking whump before the age of ten

…’s favourite media to consume whump in is fanfiction

…doesn’t reveal their fondness for whump to family/ friends


The average whumper’s favourite kind of whump…:

…is hurt/ comfort

…is physical whump


The average whumper’s favourite kind of whumpee…:

…is human

…is strong/ confident

…defiant

…is morally gray

…gets stabbed in the stomach

…has scars on their back

…has a bloody nose


The average whumper’s favourite caretaker…:

…is male

…says “it’s okay, I got you!”

…is good


The average whumper’s favourite tropes are…:

…knifes (in all variations and sizes apparently)

…feeling the forehead for fever

…hidden injuries

…broken ribs

…bleeding

…infected wound

…bloody knuckles

…changing bandages

…beatings

…whimpering

…old scars

…severe fever

…stabbings


The average whumper’s least favourite tropes are…:

…no follow up/ care after injury

…painless magical healing

…death


Let me know, if you can find yourself in this description!😁


Most surprising find from my “research”: The whump community reeeeally loves stabbings And knifes. (not that I wouldn’t; of couse I do). But if there’s a knife mentioned in a poll, it WILL have the most votes!)😄

commanderbunnbunn:

1 EXT. DIANE’S HOUSE - DAY - 2005


Jack is outside pruning the rose bushes, Diane comes out with a glass of iced tea, wearing a sun hat and oversized sunglasses. 

“You know if you stay out here much longer, the neighbors will be right.”

Jack turns around looking up at her, squinting at the sunlight, “What are you getting at?”

“Your neck is turning red.”

Jack mock laughs with a monotone, shielding his eyes with his arm across his forehead, “Oh ha ha ha, redneck. So funny. You know I hate that neighbor. See what happens next time that asshole needs to borrow a socket wrench. I’ll stick it where the sun don’t shine.”

“Don’t pay him any mind, he’s a smarmy ass. I can’t help it if he has no taste and liked Elwood better.” She hands him the glass of iced tea and he eyes it with suspicion, “I promise it’s got sugar in it. I don’t want a repeat of last time; I can still see the faint brown tea stains on my white linen pants.”

A genuine laugh reaches all the way to Jack’s eyes, “I honestly had no idea I could spit that far. Makes me wanna try that trick with some Everclear and a Zippo lighter.”

“Please don’t.” she pleads with a smile.

He chugs the last of the drink and shakes two pieces of ice into his mouth for crunching, shoving them into his cheeks to talk, “thanks for the tea, babe. It was great.”

“You’re welcome.” She bends over to plant a kiss on his sweaty forehead before he goes back to the roses.  “Don’t be too long, you have to take Riley to her ice skating practice, you’ll need time to shower.”

“Sure thing, babe,” he says as he prunes a few more branches, collecting them with his gardening glove before dropping them into a basket on the grass. 

She plops her wide brimmed sunhat on top of his head,  ”watch that neck.” 

“Yee haw.”  he giggles and presses it down onto his head with his hand holding the shears. “I’ll be in in about five.”

solisitude:

me, reading my own incomplete writing : *gasp* and then what happened?

Yeah sorry though. Seems my fanfiction brain fled with MacGyver this time. Following the usual pattern I may re-emerge in about 3 years time in a completely unrelated fandom.