Bitches Be Like Im Fine, I Dont Need Therapy. I Have My Comfort Character. And Their Comfort Character

Bitches be like “I’m fine, I don’t need therapy. I have my comfort character.” And their comfort character is traumatized, touch starved and punches their problems.

It’s me. I’m bitches.

alright lads, just published two (!!) drabbles and it’s nearly 4am so i’m logging off, goodnight !! <3

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if i was 18 i'd be making a MAJOR mistake rn

also' goodmorning! i woke up a while ago but i was so tired i just laid in bed emotionless JAKDSJKS

꒰ fly little bird ; akaashi keiji ꒱

꠴ pairing. akaashi keiji x figure skater!reader.

꠴ synopsis. as competitions are approaching, you’re trying to perfect a certain move. all the while, your friend is trying to find just the way to confess his feelings for you.

꠴ word count. 9.1k words.

꠴ fic contents. friends to lovers!au, ice skating!au, fluff, mutual pining, insecure reader that constantly beats herself up, bird references bro, reader’s personality: figure skating, reader may be referred to as ‘birdie’ or ‘little bird.’

꠴ a word from the author. this fic for the babes, @cafemiya, and this is my final repost of my old fics. im sorry yall :((

In school they teach about basic life cycles, typically starting out with a butterfly. It’s supposed to teach children the process of life and how it works, explaining the maturity in animals rather than humans because that’s a discussion to talk about when they’re more mature and older. Whatever way you take it, it all boils down to how life goes in a circle. Where life is given, death is soon to follow.

You’ve always been compared to a little bird. You can’t quite understand why, but the nickname ‘Birdie’ tends to follow you wherever you go.

The life cycle of a bird is simple. Doesn’t matter what type because it all starts with an egg being laid by the mother and then being nurtured in healthy conditions in order to hatch. And when those little birds do hatch, they’re taken care of and being nursed before they can face the sky. Despite the wings they’ve been blessed with at birth, they’re taught to fly through reinforcement driven by the mother. 

Watching the chicks closely, the ugly animals are nudged from their spots of safety to their imposing fall. The mother bird forces their children to take this risk and have them make the decision to either fall and let gravity take over or learn how to spread and flap their wings. 

At first, you thought this was a cruel way to teach these poor animals. However, how else would they learn? The same way a baby learns, they must tumble and learn from their mistakes as they keep pushing themselves. That’s the only way to keep going.

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