Caring - Blog Posts
Every so often, I get slightly tiered if asking people if they are okay, I want to help people I do, but at some point, it becomes sort of draining if the other person never bothered to ask back. Sometimes, being caring can be rather lonely because when the people you know constantly give something wrong but never ask about you, then it can get rather isolated. Although I'm slightly contradicting myself as I can't accept help because I don't want to bother people with my problems, at the same time I at least want to be asked yk?[Not my art]
Helping Nikki After his OD
(Reader been besties with Nikki since 1975 and goes to his house after the news of his death)
- once you got into the house you felt his presence but he wasn’t here no more
- you wondered around looking at phots of his from Vince egging him on to do something stupid to you and him when y’all was 14 and 17.
- You wondered from room to room trying to feel something only to have tears go down your face again.
- finally you get to his room and see Nikki laying on the bed with tears in his eyes.
- You are shocked beyond anything on this earth. Your best friend isn’t dead but he looks like he’s been through hell.
- You immediately hug him while he gently hugs back.
- You started to ask questions then realize he wasn’t up for it. You gently got into his arms and he shifted so he’s on top of you and you’re holding him
- it was Christmas Eve the next morning and Nikki still asleep on you. Trying not to wake him up climb out of bed down to the kitchen to make him something.
- you decided Nikki’s favorite breakfast item.
- you took it up to him and the smell of it woke him up. He looked at you like you are Godsend which you are.
- you bring him presents back from your moms house. Your mom got him lots and so did you.
- he loved every gift.
- he kept hugging you over and over with excitement.
- little did you know he would make you his girlfriend next year.
I hate myself because no one has ever cared enough to teach me why I should love it.
Then I met you
GUYS GUYS GUYS I NEED YOU TO KNOW THIS
Hating yourself is NOT a contained practice. It ALWAYS impacts other people either directly or indirectly. So LET IT GO because not only is it mean to you, it's harmful to everyone in the environment around you.
There is no way to hate without hurting others. Even if you think it's just yourself.
Hating yourself is harming others. Like, almost always. Even if you don’t mean it to.
Loving yourself enough to take care of yourself and be kind to yourself is what makes you more capable of helping others and doing good.
You’re not going to shame and hate yourself into being a better friend, a better spouse, better parent, better person, better service to the world. That’s done through love and gentleness. I promise.
And I know it’s work! There is no switch to flip that takes you magically from self-hatred, self-denial, insecurity, and depression to self-love, self care, gentleness, and joy! It takes work and, for many people, seeking outside help! But it’s worth it worth it worth it, not just for you, but for everyone around you.
“You are mine. Mine to take care of. Mine to look after. Mine to make sure you feel safe and your mind is at peace. You’re not some toy to be tossed aside whenever I’m finished with you. You are my responsibility, my purpose. My most prized possession, and I hold you to the highest standard because I need you at your best. Not just for me, but for yourself. I am your Daddy and it is my job to ensure that you are being given what you need. You need my care and affection. You need aftercare whenever we go through a tough session. You need to find solace in me after you’ve had a bad day. You need a proper, sustainable diet so you can have health and longevity. You need me to make your decisions and guide you through life. You need my discipline to keep you on the right path, to be my good girl. I am your rock, and I am always going to be there for you. Consistent and unwaivering in my resolve to look after you. You are mine.”
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Empathy, the ability to understand and share the feelings of another, is often referred to as the cornerstone of emotional intelligence. In relationships, empathy acts as a bridge, connecting individuals on a profoundly deep level. It goes beyond mere understanding; it involves feeling with someone, experiencing their joys and sorrows as if they were your own. This article delves into the vital…
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Scary Love // The Neighbourhood
As we neared the next building in the abandoned town, the highwayman just offered me a hankie.
"Um. Why?" I questioned him as a light flurry fell between us.
"You've sneezed every time we go from direct sunlight," he told me as he looked up to the partially cloudy skies above, "into a building and vice versa."
Why would he care if I sneezed or not? It's just sneezing. Although, I never noticed that I did that before.
"Just get going," he muttered when he caught sight of my expression. But there was something else in his tone. He wasn't angry like I thought he'd be.
"Thank you," I whispered as I took the hankie; processing what I realized.
"You can thank me when we get to where we need to be."
Like he predicted, when we crossed into the threshold of the building, I sneezed.
“In that way, you’ve acknowledged that you’re unsure, that you don’t know what to do or say. You’ve acknowledged that you see them. They feel seen. They feel heard and acknowledged, which is huge for someone who’s in crisis.” Wentworth Miller | Q&A at Oxford Union | 2016 | x
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We are thirsty for tenderness, in a world where there is too much of everything, too much noise, falsehood, arrogance, greed, debauchery. We are so thirsty for tenderness and delicacy that are like a caress of our soul. We need these small, caring gestures that make us feel warmth and selfless love inside our hearts...
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❤ isn't being Cautious & Caring for your Emotions only, ..It's..still trying hard to shower happiness with 💔 x_inside_x
some more mother Emily stuff please
Maybe y/n is slightly ill
Emily comes home from being on a two week long case and sees them falling asleep while folding laundry and taking care of child so Emily decides to take child out to the park or something while y/n get some well needed to rest
Comes back home take care of all the chores puts child to bed
Cuddle up with y/n
Fluffy dovey lovey stuff
Enjoy!
When You Get Home
- - -
The door creaked open just after 5, Emily stepping over the threshold with her go-bag slung over her shoulder. Her suit jacket was folded over her arm, her hair back, and exhaustion clinging to her skin.
Two weeks on a joint task force out of state, too long without her partner, too long without her boys. She shut the door softly, locking it behind her.
The living room was dimly lit by soft afternoon sun filtering through the curtains, there was the faint scent of laundry detergent in the air.
The TV played low in the background, something animated. She heard soft giggles. Then…
“Mommy!”
“Mommy!”
Twin tornadoes of joy hurtled toward her. Alec and Theo, four years old and chaos personified, each with mismatched socks and superhero t-shirts, collided with her legs and arms in a tackle hug.
Emily bent immediately, her bag falling forgotten to the floor as she knelt and wrapped them up tight. “My boys,” she whispered, kissing their cheeks one after the other.
“I missed you both so much!”
A rustle caught her attention from the couch. Emily’s head turned, and her heart dropped. Y/N Y/L/N, her partner, her best friend, the love of her life, was curled awkwardly at the end of the couch.
A mountain of clothes needing to be folded, their hands sluggish and trembling, their cheeks were flushed with fever, strands of hair stuck to their temple.
They blinked heavily, as though it took effort to stay awake. There were tissues on the coffee table, and a half-drunk mug of tea forgotten beside them.
Y/N smiled weakly, “I… hi, baby,” they rasped. “I was trying to clean up. The boys were running circles all day, and laundry kept piling up…”
Emily crossed the room in seconds. She knelt next to her partner, brushing the damp hair from Y/N’s forehead. “You’re sick, love,” she said gently, “Why didn’t you call your mom to help?”
Y/N gave her a sheepish shrug, “Didn’t wanna bother her. You were gone. I thought I could manage. I’m okay, just… just tired.”
Emily pressed a kiss to their forehead, already feeling the heat radiating from their skin. “Y/N. You are allowed to rest. Let me take over now, okay?”
“But the laundry-”
“I’ve got it,” Emily promised, “All of it. Right now, you’re going to bed.” Y/N blinked hard, lips trembling like she might argue, but Emily was already helping her stand.
Y/N leaned into her with a sigh, whispering a soft, tiny, “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Emily murmured, wrapping her arm around them, “You’ve done everything… let me do the rest.”
Once Y/N was tucked beneath the blankets, humidifier humming, fever medicine given and a cool cloth set on her forehead, Emily turned back to the living room where the twins were currently scaling the couch like a mountain.
“Boys,” she called gently, “how about we go on an adventure?” Both heads whipped toward her. “A park adventure?!” Theo asked, his eyes wide.
“Maybe even… ice cream?” Emily grinned, her smile ear to ear. Alex gasped, “Mommy, you just got home! We can really go?”
“We really can. But only if you help me put on your shoes.”
- - -
Within minutes, Emily was carrying a small backpack with snacks, wipes, and water bottles, her old BAU instincts turning domestic.
The twins were bundled in light jackets, and they set off, hand on hand toward the neighbourhood park.
They laughed on the swings, raced across the grass and climbed the jungle gym while Emily stood beneath it like a bodyguard.
“Good job!” and “Feet first, Theo!” would scream every few minutes as she watched them with a smile.
Afterward, when the boys were tired, they sat in the sun, each of them holding a single scoop of chocolate in a cup. Emily wiped their sticky faces and kissed their heads, her heart aching in the best way.
On the walk home, both Alex and Theo started yawning, leading Emily to carrying both on either arm for the last block.
- - -
Once home, Emily gave the twins a bath, using the bubble soap Y/N always bought because it, “smelled like calm.” They splashed, argued about toys, and asked if Y/N was okay.
“They’re resting…” Emily told them, towelling them dry. “And they’ll feel better soon. But they miss you both very much!”
Theo pressed his hand to his heart, “I miss Mama too.” Emily tucked them into their twin beds, kissed their cheeks and read two short books before they drifted off.
Then… laundry. She returned to the pile on the couch, folding small shirts, unmatched socks and tiny pants while a crime documentary played quietly in the background.
It was oddly meditative.
Kitchen next. Dishes were stacked, counters wiped, bottles cleaned and put away. By the time she turned off the last light, the house had gone still.
Emily padded into their bedroom, stripping down to an old t-shirt before crawling into bed beside Y/N. Y/N stirred with a soft breath, “You did everything… didn’t you?”
Emily slid an arm around them, pulling them close, “Just catching up.” Y/N burrowed into Emily’s chest, legs tangling with hers. “Fever still here,” they murmured.
“I know,” Emily whispered, kissing their damp temple, “I’ll be here all night. Holding you through every degree of it… right here…” Y/N sighed as Emily shifted to make sure they were comfortable.
“I missed you,” Y/N said softly. “I missed you too,” Emily returned.
sometimes, caring is loving oranges, and still giving three slices to your friend and eating the remaining two slices.
casually caring for someone (2) - a prompt list
one handing the other their jacket because they're feeling cold. "are you cold? here, take my jacket."
B's jacket looks too big on A, making them look more smaller than they are. 'they're adorable', B thinks. A looks at them a little cluelessly, struggling to wear it properly. B just sighs, fond, and helps them out.
A and B introducing each other to new experiences, making each other's lives more fulfilling. "here, I got this for you"; "do you want to go there with me?"
A knows B loves sweets so gets them sweets from their hometown and B looks like Christmas came early. "are all of these for me? you're the best!!" A just smiles fondly at them, nodding happily.
A and B go out with B's friend, who walks a little too quickly. A can't really keep up, but they try, not wanting to bring it up and make the third person feel uncomfortable. B notices, walks slower to match A's pace and gently alerts their friend - "hey C, can we walk a little slower?"
one invites the other over to an activity that they know they'll like, to cheer them up, make them smile or just to spend more time with them.
giving each other compliments that go beyond the surface/looks, choosing to compliment them about their personality. "I like the way you pour your heart into everything you do"; " i don't know what it is that you're doing, but keep doing what you're doing - just keep being yourself"; "I'm able to be myself with you and it feels nice."
one staying back after their lecture to wait for the other (and sometimes pretending that they weren't waiting for a long time, to not make the other feel guilty).
A wants to host B for a change because B does that for them all the time. They're seriously amazed and in awe of B's ability to host, that they become nervous when the time comes. "hey, relax, I came here for you, so you should just be yourself."
A and B hang out at a common friend's house, and B chooses to leave earlier than A. Before they go, they make sure to tell their friend, "please make sure A gets home early and safe."
A and B go to shop for some clothes, and A waits for B right outside the dressing room while they're trying on their clothes. When B comes out, a pleasant smile pulls on their lips to see A still waiting for them. "It's your turn now," B says, placing a gentle hand on A's shoulder, "I'll wait for you right here."
A considers themselves as a soft-spoken person, they don't really raise their voice and because of that, they often feel like they're not heard, or like they have to say something more than once to be heard. it makes them really insecure and they try to be louder, but it's still hard for them to do it most of the time. B always hears them though; reacts even when A calls out for them only once and it never fails to warm A's heart.
When A and B are part of group discussions, one always makes sure that the other is heard / has a chance to give their opinions. "Hey A, what do you think about this?"; "I think B hasn't had a chance to give their opinion yet".
(y'all really seemed to like this one a lot, so here's a part 2! I hope you'll enjoy this one too <3 thank you for all the love and support 💗)
And if you think I need help , the only kind I deserve is to understand me. I have been misconceived thus misjudged for ages am yearning for that feel, the feel to be be guessed right.
Read the lines and if you love all the words making up the sentences, know you have no escape. Read the lines, yourself. Avoid interpreters, historians too will do you no good for they are clung to the past and love has always survived in the present.
Scrolled through your blog and saw some, umm, not so happy posts. Hope you are doing good!
Yeah I am fine .....
Hope you are doing good ✨
Thanks for asking. ⭐
One minute in your arms can make me forget all my doubts.
A power I never wanted you to have.
~ honestlywhatfor ~
I radiate light
I am sunshine
So please stop trying to tell me
That I need you
When I surely know
You always dimmed my light
So others wouldn’t see my glory
~ excerpts of me moving on ~
My brain is stupid I guess but at least my best friend isn’t
“I don’t love him, but that’s not the problem. The problem is that deep down I know that I could love him, but my body just tells me not to. I know that I would love every little feature of him. His stupid jokes, his deep questions he always sends me right after work, his way of telling me that he likes me, the way he wraps his arms around me and puts his head on my chest like he would like to melt into me, his tickle attacks whenever he notices that my mind is zoned out again, his texts in the middle of the night whenever he’s out with friends asking me whether I’m still awake because he misses my voice and would like to call me but doesn’t want to wake me up, his hand running up and down my spine just out of reflex as soon as I’m next to him, the way he smiles at me when he sees me smiling already and so much more. Oh god believe me I know I could love him with all my heart. What’s wrong with me for not loving him?”
“Give it some time. I’ve never heard you talk about anyone like that before, maybe what you experience is love, real love I mean. Maybe you are just so overwhelmed that your first instinct is to build up a wall, but deep down you know you could love him. Maybe you need to let that wall down to see that you’ve loved him all this time already.”
“But what if not? What if this time I’m the heartbreaker?”
“At least you would know that you’ve tried.”
“I don’t want to know that I’ve tried, I want it to work.”
“Then make it work.”
“Every time I look at you, I fall in love all over again”
scared.
im scared to catch these feelings, these cravings for someone always end the same. they rather end in pain or regret.
but the way you act, the way you talk, the way we talk, its different. its something ive never had.
but i end up overthinking everything. i end up asking myself “is it worth it?” “should i fall for someone who i just met and probably doesn’t feel the same.”
then i look at you and…
"of all weapons in the world, i now know love to be the most dangerous. for i have suffered a mortal wound. when did i fall so deeply under your spell, ms. bennet? i cannot fix the hour or the spot or the look or the words which lay the foundation. i was in the middle before i knew i began. but a proud fool i was. i have faced the harsh truth." - mr. darcy