I’m not proud of this either, but………………. you keep calling it death pickle, so……………………
I know I know I KNOWWWW. I’ve been thinking about this a LOT since last night’s episode.
So what would it mean if the blinding was permanent?
1) Either Barry is unable to fight crime altogether, or he’s gonna have to hone in some serious Daredevil shit to be able to do it - but even then, Matt Murdock had special powers that allowed him to do all the stuff he did without sight. Would Barry? Probably not. So, no crime fighting.
2) Which means that he’d probably feel pretty useless, right? Oliver’s out there being a hero, protecting people, and Barry can’t do shit anymore because he can’t see a damn thing. Nobody needs him. Except that Oliver holds him at night and tells him that that’s bullshit, and that Oliver needs him. That his friends need him - his family. Tells him that he’s still his light, even if Barry’s sight is shrouded in darkness.
3) Oliver coming home to Barry, and he’s just curled up on the couch hugging into a pillow, and Oliver reaches down to swipe the tears from his eyes. “What if I forget what you look like? What if I forget what my friends look like? My dad? Joe and Iris? I’m never going to see anyone again. I’m never going to see anything again.” - and of course, there’s not much Oliver can say to that - but he listens, and he holds Barry as he cries and strokes his hair in a soothing manner. And then, of course, does his best to cheer Barry up, whatever it takes. Even if it involves listening to one of his dorky educational radio stations that Oliver holds no interest in (although he does enjoy the feeling of Barry lying with his head on his chest on the couch as they curl up together to listen, so there’s that).
4) I could imagine Oliver getting really overprotective on the matter, too. Stays near Barry whenever possible - makes sure to scan every environment for possible threats - things that might harm Barry. Then again, he’d do that anyway. But now that Barry’s more vulnerable, Oliver’s extra cautious.
5) I feel that this would make Joe warm to Oliver quite a bit once he sees the way that Oliver is intent on taking care of his son, and not even remotely concerned about any burden on himself. It just goes to show that Oliver Queen even loves stubbornly, and that’s definitely something that Joe can get on board with.
Overall, Oliver helping Barry cope and comforting him and just being there for him throughout the entire ordeal (alongside supportive friends and family, of course!) Eventually, he’ll learn to deal with it, because at the end of the day, there’s nothing more that can be done and hey, at least he’s still breathing.
sincerely, a person who has been on prozac for 9 years
this is in response to some shitty stuff i’ve seen on my dash recently. it’s super simplified, so if you’d like to know some more indepth stuff on how exactly it works, google it—OR BETTER YET actually talk to a mental health doctor psychiatrist person wow
Prozac has literally stopped me killing myself. I would be dead if it weren’t for antidepressants. If you spread misinformation I’ll come to your house and smack u into orbit.
This is good, the one thing I’ll point out is that sometimes antidepressants will make you numb- it’s happened to me and my sister- but that’s a sign you’re on the wrong one. So if it happens, go back to your doctor and say you want to try a new one.
signal boosting the fuck outta this SO HARD because the right medication can make all the difference
Also it takes a while to settle into your meds. They will tell you two weeks but it’s actually more like 6 weeks.
i love when fic authors are like “sorry this chapter is so long!!!” like okay that is the opposite of a problem
have you ever read something that killed you inside? like a text message or someone’s status. everything was going fine until you accidentally came across something you didn’t want to read. or you found out something you were better off not knowing. it’s almost as if it was posted just to purposely hurt you. but you constantly read it over and over again to torture yourself.