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"Ya'll Need Therapy"

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Ind. AU. APH/HWS America from Hetalia: World Series. Name: Connor V. Alor Age: 28 Occupation: Psychiatrist
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Disclaimer: I, Envy, am not a therapist or any licensed mental health professional. I run this blog for fun. If you think you need a mental health expert, I highly recommend looking up local professionals in your area that can help you! ----

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This blog is run on Plot drabbles, so if you want to know where exactly we are in the story, click on the latest link underneath ‘The Story Thus Far’. ----

The Story Thus Far:

Part 1 : trigger warnings: gun/gun use, police, trafficking

Part 2 : trigger warnings: gun/gun use, blood, threats, torture

Part 3 : trigger warnings: None

Part 4 : trigger warnings: gun/gun use/ gun shot, injury, blood, implied death, panic attack, police, gang violence

Part 5 : trigger warnings: motorcycle crash mention

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Part 6

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Anonymous asked:

I was really sad and sitting in the dark with my phone. It fell out of my hand and the flashlight lit up the skin on my thigh, illuminating the blood and flesh underneath. And I got to thinking. There’s millions of blood cells in there. They don’t know I’m sad. They’re just doing their best to keep my alive. They live and die on a cycle so much shorter than mine. All the blood cells in my body were created long after I got diagnosed with depression. But they don’t care. They keep going anyway. The least I could do is honor that. I can keep going too.

"That's beautifully put actually. Finding little things or having the realization that the parts of you that work to keep you alive may not know you're struggling, but they are doing everything in their power to keep you moving. The want to make sure their hard work isn't put to waste is a great thing. So from the bottom of my heart and to every living cell in your body: Keep up the great work because you aren't alone! You're an army of trillions of little soldiers. With their help, there isn't anything you can't do."

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Watching the two sitting in the in the front, Francis nodded when their names were brought up. Sighing he stared out the window as the car drove, take in the night scene. Facing towards Rita’s direction as she spoke he smiled. “I’m a damn good shot, don’t worry I won’t fuck up anything. Your team will be fine.” The man had some pride in his shooting, wasn’t cocky and knew he wasn’t the best but he was damn good. “I’m on the job to keep them safe as well as keep anyone from getting out. They don’t have to worry.” 
Facing the window again he sighed as Tony seemed to ask how long he had been working with guns. Unsure how to answer. Started when he was in his early teens, got better over the years and only got better with time. How long has he been doing this. “Too long.. Too long than I’d like to admit.” 
It wasn’t so much he hated the jobs, didn’t mind killing those who had it coming. Criminals, other members of another mob or embedded in crime. Those who very much deserved it, but some jobs were easier than others. Much if it were requests passed down from his boss he couldn’t decline and hated it. Hated having to kill others who didn’t deserve to be killed. Wrong place wrong time, witnesses. This living was draining. “What about you two then?” Facing the front seat the man smiled. “Do you do more than just drive others to their destination and pick them up when the job is finished?” 

Rita was the one to respond to the inquiry, her head never turning from the window, “We’re not your get away car. We have our own route. We’re dumping the car and meeting up with the rest of the team.”

“We’re a very ‘all hands on deck’ sort of organization. Even fought side by side the boss in an operation or two.” Tony spoke with a hint of pride in his voice. Though she didn’t look directly at Tony, Francis could see Rita roll her eyes in the reflection of her window.

“Yes, yes, even the bosses get their hands dirty. Well, one of them.”

Tony didn’t feel the need to reply to her, instead, he fixed the rearview mirror to look at Francis. “We’re getting close to the dock. Any last minute friendly questions you wanna get out of your system before this shit goes down?”

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“Because in this day and age it’s an abnormality. We’re supposed to be ‘civilized’ now,” Liam said that with a scoff, like he’s seen otherwise. “People don’t like blood because there’s a million different ways to get it out of someone, intentionally or no.”

“I mean... I guess. So what-- would you not find it weird if the next time we spoke, I had blood over my mouth?”

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