Therapy Quirks

Welcome to the Therapy Quirks, a fan blog dedicated to the internet novel, Therapy. Our main function is to post quirks related to said novel, but we all post the occasional related graphic and question. If you need a Therapy fix, we're the blog to see!

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Travesty All the Way Q & A

Welcome to the All the Way Q & A for Travesty! Thanks to everyone who submitted questions.

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All the Way Q & A

YO YO YO. Our beloved story about the angst-ridden superhero and the actual queen on earth has come to an end. So I’m sure y’all have questions you want answered.

We are opening the Therapy Quirks ask to any questions readers have for Robin regarding the story thus far. All questions submitted, unless they repeat, will be answered.

Submission rules: 

  • Questions must hold some relevance to the story. “What is your favorite color?” and “What size shoe do you wear?” are not acceptable.
  • Questions must be submitted to the Therapy Quirks ask, not to Robin’s personal blog.
  • Questions sent anonymously will be disregarded.
  • Any questions must be submitted by midnight on Sunday (May 22) to be included.

On the following Monday (May 23), tune into the Quirks blog for the published Q&A with the author. 

Happy asking! 

Your queen in fandom,

The Zeebra


Travesty Halfway Q & A

Welcome to the Travesty Halfway Q&A! Thanks to all who submitted questions - there were quite a bunch! Don’t go so crazy next time I actually have to answer all of these jfc

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Casual reminder

All questions must be submitted by midnight, tonight~~~~~~~~~~~~


got our first q ‘n a question guise

got our first q ‘n a question guise


Halfway Q ‘n A

Hello lovely Travesty readers. Travesty's 10th chapter was just posted, and you know what that means. It's time for another Q 'n A with Robin! *da da da da*

We are opening the Therapy Quirks ask to any questions readers have for Robin regarding the story thus far. All questions submitted, unless they repeat, will be answered.

Submission rules: 

  • Questions must hold some relevance to the story. “What is your favorite color?” and “What size shoe do you wear?” are not acceptable.
  • Questions must be submitted to the Therapy Quirks ask, not to Robin’s personal blog.
  • Questions sent anonymously will be disregarded.
  • Any questions must be submitted by midnight on Sunday (May 26) to be included.

On the following Monday (May 27), tune into the Quirks blog for the published Q&A with the author. 

Happy asking! 

Your queen in fandom,

The Zeebra


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THERAPY AU » THE BREAKFAST CLUB

Dear Mrs. Winsor, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did *was* wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us… In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket cast, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question?


largetanfriend:

Shit Therapy Fans Say

I apologize for the random audio cut-out on “He’s too upside-down for her!”

But that’s what I said.



If life had a face, I would punch it.
“Tacos sound good.” 
  • If life had a face, I would punch it.
  • “Tacos sound good.” 


“Come on, Andy,” Tabby interrupts my mulling by yanking my wrist. “Systems are go in, like, two minutes.” We take our seats. Separated from her by the alphabet, I settle in with a crowd of unfamiliar As and Bs and fall to inspecting my nails.
The faculty speeches pass by without a spike in entertainment levels, though I do derive some enjoyment from glowering at Winsor throughout the duration of hers. Donny Osmond’s speech provides more excitement, but I cannot decide whether his jokes are actually funny, or just sound like they should be, because his voice inflection rises above par.
My name is among the first called. I succumb to a brief attack of stage fright at the foot of the stairs and trip over my robe, but I recover quickly. Accepting my diploma, I flash a huge smile to the audience, and join in the laughter my classmates share at my expense.
Only two students stand out amongst the trail taking to the stage. Tabby stands out with her electrifying smile, along with the goofy thumbs-up she flashes me. Leo stands out because of the tattoo on the inside of his wrist. It peeks out from underneath his violet sleeve when he reaches for his diploma. In spite of the horrendous excuse for a graduation gown, he retains a piece of himself. I catch myself smiling when he turns to the crowd, presses his hands together, and bows in Japanese fashion.
Then all the seniors rush the stage. As one mass of writhing bodies, we fling our caps into the air.
  • “Come on, Andy,” Tabby interrupts my mulling by yanking my wrist. “Systems are go in, like, two minutes.” We take our seats. Separated from her by the alphabet, I settle in with a crowd of unfamiliar As and Bs and fall to inspecting my nails.
  • The faculty speeches pass by without a spike in entertainment levels, though I do derive some enjoyment from glowering at Winsor throughout the duration of hers. Donny Osmond’s speech provides more excitement, but I cannot decide whether his jokes are actually funny, or just sound like they should be, because his voice inflection rises above par.
  • My name is among the first called. I succumb to a brief attack of stage fright at the foot of the stairs and trip over my robe, but I recover quickly. Accepting my diploma, I flash a huge smile to the audience, and join in the laughter my classmates share at my expense.
  • Only two students stand out amongst the trail taking to the stage. Tabby stands out with her electrifying smile, along with the goofy thumbs-up she flashes me. Leo stands out because of the tattoo on the inside of his wrist. It peeks out from underneath his violet sleeve when he reaches for his diploma. In spite of the horrendous excuse for a graduation gown, he retains a piece of himself. I catch myself smiling when he turns to the crowd, presses his hands together, and bows in Japanese fashion.
  • Then all the seniors rush the stage. As one mass of writhing bodies, we fling our caps into the air.