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The Be My Therapist Meme

Your characters have been trapped in a strange but comfortable room, with a big desk and couch, and now have to spend some time either talking about their problems or listening to other people's problems and trying to give good advice. Both is fine, too.

The room itself will compel them to at least try to play those roles, and will only release them after they do what it wants them to do.

The problems can be silly or serious, deep or shallow, it's all up to you.

[The List Of Possible Problems]

1. Small but still sucky problems that are just bothersome- They've gotten bad grades at school, they have a bad hair day, they fought with a friend about something really silly, etc etc.

2. Love, relationships and family problems - They're fighitng with their SO, they think their spouse might be cheating on them, they have Mother/Father Issues, their siblings are their worst enemy, etc etc.

3. Lifechanging problems - They flunked out of school, they find out they have superpowers, they find out they are the only one who can pilot a super robot, etc etc.

4. 'Our world as we know it is in danger' type problems - The Dark Lord is raising and is trying to take over their world, they have zombie problems, the Evil Space Empire is coming for their planet, their experiments with time travel ended up unraveling reality, etc etc.

5. Work related problems - They have to deal with the boss from hell, how are they supposed to defend the Earth with all those budget cuts, etc etc

6. Money problems - They have to deal with budgeting, inheritance problems, etc etc. Or maybe they just can't afford that fancy car...

7. Trauma related problems - Something bad happened to them, be it the deaths of important people or being trapped in a warzone or anything else, and they have to deal with the resulting trauma.

8. Really cracky problems - I hate my superheroine uniform, my brother always chews my slippers when he turns into a werewolf and I wish he'd stop, etc etc.

9. Something else

[How To]

1. Post as your character. (Please write down the name and canon/fandom of the character in the subject line, and also if they're canon, AU, crossover or OC, etc.)

2. Please choose your character's role - Therapist (Counsellor) or Client - and set the first scene. Setting the scenes for both is fine, too. (It is also all right for the characters to take turns being the therapist and the client, if that's what you want to do)

3. Tag, thread and have fun!

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I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm simply attempting to allay the fears that you yourself brought up.

[the straightest face. so straight.

ok no she's clapping a hand over her mouth as she dissolves into giggles whoops]

Lies and slander, you're twisting my words! You foul, terrible word-twister you.

[Gosh he likes that sound. He shifts a little on the couch and lays on his side, worrying at his lower lip with his teeth.]

...hey, Rose?

[she quiets down, looking over at him] Yes?

[It's funny because he was okay, and then suddenly it's like the sheer magnitude of having someone he can talk to just crushes him until he's squashed flat against the couch there, and he bites his lip hard enough to leave marks for a second before he rolls onto his stomach and puts his face against the fabric to hide it.]

Thanks.

It's no trouble at all.

[he can't see it, so Rose feels comfortable letting her expression soften at the edges a little. her lips quirk up on one side as she leans over and ruffles his hair fondly]

[His glasses get smushed into his face kind of funny but he doesn't seem to mind, given it takes him a while before he sits up again.]

[...This is the most appropriate icon for this instance I swear.]

I feel pretty silly right now.

[by the time he's up and able to see her once more Rose has arranged her face into faint (and safe) amusement]

Welcome to therapy.

[He rubs at his arm a little bit, sniffing, and eventually pushes his glasses up onto his forehead to swipe the heel of his hand across his eyes.]

Does everybody cry at therapy? Oh-- I know, you collect their tears for weird gothic rituals. What are they, seances?

[He laughs at his own joke, because he's that awkward in this moment, but just winds up driving the heel of his hand into one eye and sitting there.]

Voodoo spells, actually. If you awaken one night to find yourself being ridden by a Cajun god of darkness I promise that it's simply another step in the psychiatric process.

[she rubs his shoulder comfortingly, not quite sure if she should go in for another hug. Rose is really godawful at this physical affection shit, and she's never felt it quite so keenly as she has today. some great friend she is.]

[He chuckles a little bit and nods, flashing a very brief, wobbly smile in the direction of the Rose-shaped blur of color where she sits.]

Sorry. Also sorry to the Cajun god, I don't really like spicy food.

There's nothing to be sorry for. I'm certain that he'll learn to stifle his disappointment.

[although it's pretty obvious that she meant that first sentence towards him personally rather than the joke]

[He bites his lip again and puts the heel of his other hand against his other eye, laughing quietly. At this point he's just leaking.]

Wow this is stupid.

Not in the least. It's a perfectly natural reaction to have and there's nothing to be ashamed of.

[said gently but firmly. she will not having a friend of hers feeling dumb for crying of all things.

~~somewhere in the universe the Keeper of Hypocrisy is having a heart attack~~]

Edited 2012-07-23 01:10 (UTC)

I'm just embarrassed, because I was definitely okay, but apparently not, because this does not qualify as okay I'm leaking from my face.

[He can basically see the face she's making at him, even with his face in his hands, just from her tone of voice.]

I hate to be the one to have to inform you of this, but the aforementioned leakage is something which occurs in all human beings.

[no don't be silly she is a smooth and calm enigma guiding him through this crisis without bias]

And it certainly can take some time to reach 'ok' levels.

Doesn't mean it's any less embarrassing when you start crying all over your friend's weird therapist couch.

I mean the therapist couch might be a factor that not everyone experiences, but I don't know your life.

[He's overcompensating in trying to be funny. Stop crying, you dummy, you're being a big baby.]

[ok fuck her comfort levels you are getting another hug you avoidant dumbass]

Didn't I just get through informing you that there was nothing to be sorry about?

[Dude he's a boy. And an Aries to boot, you think he's going to just give in and sob his problems to you to get it over with?]

[Spoilers the answer is no.]

[Except then hugging happens and even if it takes him a second he curls his arms around her shoulders and puts his face into her shoulder.]

Doesn't mean I'm not.

[the Queen of Repression knows that she's going to need to pull out all the horrible feelings with a rusty pair of pliers, thank you very much. she just doesn't want him feeling bad about things that shouldn't have bad feelings attached to them.

SHE CARES BOUT YOU JOHN SUCK IT]

Then I'm afraid you're causing yourself undue anxiety, which is really quite unacceptable.

[Wait I haven't gotten my tetanus shot, Rose, those pliers are going to kill me!! He laughs a little into her shoulder and mashes his face there, trying to keep his shaking to a minimum.]

[Lame lame lame.]

[she just rubs his back soothingly, letting him get it all out. she is going to support the fuck out of John if it kills her.]

[John, it would seem, is a surprisingly quiet crier. All he really does is leak, and his breath hitches every so often. Shifting his hands, he fiddles with the fabric of her shirt as he winds down and just sort of hangs out in hugville. Because Rose Lalonde hugville isn't a town one visits often in their lifetime.]

[it is indeed an almost mythical village spoken of only in legends. she hums a little to herself as he calms down, little snatches of lullabies her mother used to sing to her during thunderstorms when she was young]

[He's quiet when he talks, a bit unlike him. He's never been a terribly loud boy, but he's never been terribly quiet, either.]

...I really wish I could say that this would just... fix everything. Talking helped, just... being around you-- I guess being around Dave and Jade every so often wouldn't hurt, either, but...

[A sigh.]

I don't think I'm ever gonna get 'better'. I mean it's been forever.

I don't think that anyone was expecting a miraculous recovery from one visitation. [her voice is soft, thoughtful]

I want...we want to get you to a place where you're comfortable with yourself and the world around you. Scars don't fully heal or fade, but that doesn't mean life grinds to a halt because of them.

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john are you bipolar suddenly

is this another disorder rose needs to write down

no i think he just got punched in the feelings by rose being a kawaii moeface

wow excuse him she is neither of those things >C

she so is. >( look at that, rose, your moe made john cry.

no that was probably the weight of his lies causing it

just keep telling yourself that. though i guess now it's becoming tsundere.

she is charging him like five times the normal rate now

dude it's his dad that's paying for it, what'd he ever do to you.

dropped off his stupid stupid dumb son at her office that's what

ngjdkh

just saying

just saiyan.

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this icon displays a disproportionate level of distress.

john is just super upset about that future bill ok

rose i thought we were friends, now my dad is gonna go bankrupt.

that sounds like a personal problem

g o s h

gosh!

golly. >(

gee whiz

goodness gracious! :B

great balls of fire!

jumping jackrabbitd!

holy cow!

...oh whoops i typoed.

well i didn't notice so it's cool

aww ye

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