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thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight · 2 years

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Can I please request headcanons with adrien/cat noir dating a fem reader that is shy and introverted :) ty!!!

Indeed you can !

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔑𝔬𝔦𝔯 / 𝔄𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫 𝔄𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔵 𝔖𝔥𝔶 ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔢𝔪!𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

Adrien is probably both the best and the worst person you could possibly date as an introvert.

On one hand, he's super sweet and understanding!

Need someone to order for you? He's gotcha!

Need someone to cling to while at an uncomfortable party? He's by your side the whole time.

Don't want to talk to someone but you're too shy to end the conversation? That's ok, he'll do it for you! He'll walk up and make some excuse about how you have to go.

If someone is asking to hang out with you, and you don't want to go–but you don't want to straight up tell them that– he's given you full permission to blame it on him!

"Aw sorry, I have to attend my boyfriend's next photoshoot! You know how busy we can get."

And he's constantly hyping you up.

Whenever talking to others, he always brings you up atleast once.

If you're nervous about something, like an upcoming test or event, he's always there to remind you that you can get through it. He 100% believes in you.

He'll remind you of all your strengths, and that your weaknesses don't define you.

"Sometimes I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

If you're nervous about making the first move, he's already 20 steps ahead of you. He'll always be the first one to reach for your hand or plant kisses on your cheek.

And when he's Chat Noir? He's basically your free ticket to paradise: being able to go outside without interacting with anyone.

He takes you up high on rooftops where no one can see you

You two don't have to say a single word. You can just bask in the silence asyiu watch the sunset.

Don't feel like talking because your social battery is out? That's ok! He can talk and you can listen. You don't have to say a single thing.

But with all the positives out of the way, there is one tiny problem-

He's famous.

While you try to keep your relationship with him a secret, inevitably, everyone finds out.

Now that it's been made public that you're Adrien's girlfriend, you're constantly surrounded by reporters.

Everyone you talk to is interested in your relationship

Plus angry fangirls posting not so nice things about you.

Adrien tries his best to calm his fan base down, but there's only so much he can do.

To not fuel the fire, he tries not to be too affectionate in public (which is very hard for him because he wants to give you all of his love 100% of the time).

And as Chat, he tries to treat you as if you're a stranger. Last thing either of you needed was for someone to think there was some sort of weird love triangle going on

Except that's exactly what happens because someone caught him giving you a rose during his break while on patrol.

Once again, he has to calm the fan base down, as everyone is convinced you're a blonde magnet.

The other downside is that Adrien can be clingy.

So when you're not feeling like being around people- and that includes him, he's stuck missing you. He respects your space, but he very much texts you while you're away. Give this man a stern talking to about space.

Oh, and if you want something from him...you have to...ugh, communicate that to him 🤢

He can be very uh...socially unaware...yeah let's say that.

So if you want to kiss, cuddle, hold hands, whatever, and waiting until he eventually gives you one isn't working, you can't just give him hints.

Doesn't matter how obvious they are.

"My hand is feeling a little cold."

"Oh I'm sorry, I think I have some gloves you can borrow!"

"I'm feeling lonely over here. If only my loving boyfriend hugged me."

"Am I the boyfriend you're referencing or is there another guy I don't know about?"

Now as Chat, he's a bit more aware.

But that doesn't mean he won't tease you

He likes seeing your fumble to explain to him that you want a kiss from him.

"You know what I want!"

"I'm afraid I don't, ma chérie. Enlighten me."

He's a little shit and he knows it.

But he's also yours and you love him for it.

#adrien agreste x reader #chat noir x reader #miraculous x reader #cat noir x reader #adrien agreste #chat noir #cat noir #miraculous fanfic

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jeridandridge · 9 months

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“You don’t remember anything, do you?” “No…? What are you talking about?” “Nothing. Nothing.”

Would you mind a melissa x reader? But like fluffy if you're feeling it? Or angst to fluff? Lol

Drunk Confessions

“Girl just do it. It’s better than sittin around here moping all the time.”

You groan bringing your head down to rest on the cool kitchen table. Being drunk didn’t happen too often for you, but when it did you always made sure you had friends around. Tonight, Ava was the one that brought over drinks and junk food to drown your sorrows in.

Melissa accepted a date with Gary the vending machine guy the day before and you weren’t handling it well at all. Having a crush, no, being in love with the woman but too afraid to say anything was the best yet excruciating experience of your life.

“You’re right. You’re right!” You lift your head hitting the table with your hand. “Where’s my-phone?” You ask through a hiccup.

Ava rolls her eyes pointing to the device right in front of you.

“Oh.” You giggle picking it up.

“This is gonna be messy,” Ava smiles sitting back with her frosted glass.

Blinking a couple times at the bright screen you tap away until you find Melissa’s contact, a silly picture of you two from the zoo field trip as her icon. Bringing the phone to your ear it rings and rings, eventually giving you a beep for the voicemail.

“Hey,Mel. It’s late I didn’t realize it.” You giggle. “I was sitting here drinking- I mean thinking and I wanted to say I’m happy for you. If you’re happy with vending machine guy that’s great and I’ll swallow my feelings for you. It’s gonna suck, but I’ll do it just because it’s you and I love you. I’m in love with you,” You sigh, “But if he ever hurts you, well I got a guy too. I’m word vomiting now. If this is weird we can pretend it never happened. Bye.”

You set the phone down bringing a hand over to cover your mouth. “I can’t believe i did that!” You laugh.

Ava looks at you shocked, mouth gaping. “Girl you did that.”

“I did that!” You laugh. Feeling giddy and excited, hours later you forget what you’ve done. After Ava gets an Uber home you clean up as best you can while drunk, passing out on the couch with a bag of pretzels.

The sound of banging on your apartment door shocks you awake, the sound making the throbbing in your head worse. “I’m coming I’m coming.” You groan grabbing your sunglasses on the way to the door. It was just too bright. Unlocking the heavy door you look up to see Melissa, completely confused.

“Hey, Mel. What’s up?”

“Don’t ‘Hey Mel’ me, y/n. What the hell is this?!” She barrels in holding her phone out.

“What’s going on?” You ask closing the door, confused until you see her screen. wanting to melt away into the air when you see the voicemail you drop your head slowly remembering what you did. “Shit.”

“You can’t tell me you’re in love with me just because you’re jealous or have some crush!” She tells you, moving her hands around like she always does.

“Mel, I was drunk. This doesn’t need to be a thing.” Shaking your head.

“That’s what you said in the message!” She lets out hitting play.

When you hear your own voice you cringe, it could be a lot worse, but it was still bad. Taking your sunglasses off you toss them on the kitchen counter bringing your fingers to the bridge of your nose, trying to process the message you’re hearing.

Melissa reaches out tipping your chin up to meet her eyes. When you do you could cry right there. She was so beautiful.

“You could at least look at me after admitting something like that in a voicemail of all things.” Her voice was so soft, a voice not many people got to hear from her especially at work.

“I’m sorry, Mel. Really I am.”

The redhead looks at you biting her lip, her hand gently moving to your cheek. “Ya know I wouldn’t have said yes to Gary if I knew you felt the same way.”

“Wait,” you shake your head, “felt the same way? Meaning you like me back?” You try to work it out taking the new information in.

Melissa smiles at you, a real, bright smile as she strokes your cheek. “Yeah dummy, I thought it was obvious.”

“No!” You laugh reaching out to pull her flush against you. “I thought all my pining was a lost cause after Gary asked you out.”

Giving you a soft smile Melissa wraps her arms around your neck, her fingers playing with your hair.

“He’s not you, hon.”

Looking into her eyes you see nothing but pure love and happiness.

“I’d kiss you but I really need to brush my teeth.”

Melissa laughs gently pulling away playfully swatting your butt.

“Go on, I’ll make you breakfast.”

#abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #wlw #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti imagine #Melissa Schemmenti

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amatchinwater · 2 years

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Okokok Hear me out…

An eddie fic where the reader hears him say they’re clingy to one of the boys and the reader avoids him for a couple days, and when he finally find the reader when they attend the same party???

Bonus angst: he overhears them talk to robin about how upset they are

Ahhh!! Thank you! My first Eddie request and I'm so excited!! I tried to reach out to see what gender you wanted the reader to be, but since you used they/them, that's what I kept it as. I've never written gender neutral before, so I hope it's okay! I hope you like it!

Harsh Words | Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Warnings: 18+, underage drinking, angst, the reader cries b/c their love language is touch and gets called clingy for it, kind of hurt comfort because of the fluff later on

Words: 2367

a/n: Love me some good angst. This hit super close to home because I, too, am always afraid of being called clingy because of how tactile I can be with people I care about. Requests are still open (master list)

Not my gif!! Credit to creator!!

You make it all the way back to your car in the school parking lot before realizing that you left your jacket in the theater room. As much as you’d like to go home and relax or create a new character sheet since yours died to Eddie’s ruthless Cult of Vecna campaign, it’s Friday night and you won’t be able to get your jacket until Monday morning if you wait.

Groaning as you grit your teeth, you turn around heading right back where you came from. Walking the halls at night should be weird, but you’ve been doing it so long now it’s become second nature to you. When you reach the door to the theater room, it’s cracked open enough for you to hear your name being spoken from the other side. Gareth and Eddie are talking about you.

“I’m just saying, the two of you are so close,” Gareth says, “I’m surprised you haven’t asked them out on a date yet. You guys always seem so comfortable and touchy.”

Your heart sings, thumping wildly in your chest. There’s one secret that you’ve kept hidden under several locks and keys. That Eddie, one of your best friends, has been your crush for a while now. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, waiting for Eddie’s response.

“Easy Gareth,” Eddie chuckles and you wish you could see his face to get a feel for exactly what kind of chuckle that was meant to be. Your nerves reach a terrifying height. His next words crack around you louder than thunder, “I don’t like them like that. They never get off of me. I’m not into someone so clingy.”

Clingy. Eddie called you clingy. Thinking back on all the times in the cafeteria, the theater room, and when you’d all hang out together a lump wedges in your chest. While you’re tactile with all of your friends, ruffling Mike’s hair, pinching Dustin’s cheeks, and even throwing your legs in Gareth’s lap to be more comfortable, there’s no one you’re in contact with quite as much as Eddie. He’d never shown you any signs that he wasn’t okay with it, nor did he ever tell you to stop, so you didn’t think it was wrong.

Apparently it was very wrong.

Apparently, you’re clingy.

Tears spring from your eyes, burning your cheeks as you race back towards your car, not wanting to hear the rest of the conversation. Fuck the jacket, it’s not like anyone will be here over the weekend anyway. It’ll be fine to sit until Monday morning. Not letting anyone see you cry is a little more important than an Iron Maiden hoodie you made yourself.

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The whole weekend whenever Eddie called your house to get you to come hang out, you’d told your parents to let him know you were busy. You didn’t have an answer when they asked what exactly they should tell him. If he found you so clingy, distancing yourself seemed like a good idea in your head. When Gareth showed up trying to get you to come to their gig- that you always go to- you practically slammed the door in his face.

It’s not that you wanted to treat your friends like garbage, but you were hurt. It wasn’t even Gareth’s fault. He was trying to set you guys up and it backfired spectacularly. There’s no way he could’ve controlled that. Who knows, maybe he even stuck up for you after you ran off.

Eddie returned your jacket after the third call of his on Sunday you’d refused to take. You only know this because you were in the shower at the time. When you got out, your hoodie was sitting on your bed, your parents having told you when you came out for dinner. Thankfully they didn’t pester you as to why you were avoiding your friends. But you know your mom could see the sadness in your slightly puffy eyes.

During the week it was much the same. You didn’t sit with the club at lunch. Only exchanging pleasantries and telling Jeff that you just weren’t feeling well over the weekend. Dustin didn’t buy any of your lies, but accepted that you weren’t going to give him the real answer and let you be with the notion he’s there if you want to talk. Whenever you saw Eddie, you ducked out of sight into the nearest hallway. Seeing his perfect face and curly hair only brought the pain you’ve been trying to smother back to the surface.

It isn’t until the Friday before spring break that Nancy and Robin cornered you in the library.

“Want to tell me why you’re avoiding everyone?”

“Robin!” Nancy chastises her, jabbing the other girl with her elbow. “That’s not what I’d call subtle.” She rolls her eyes, offering you a kind smile, “is everything okay? You’ve just seemed off lately.”

Placing your book face down on the table, you sigh, “I’m fine.” It’s a weak lie at best, but you don’t really want to talk about it. “Just wanted some alone time,” you gesture to the empty library save for one librarian tucked behind the main desk.

“Nuh uh,” Robin tuts, straddling the chair beside you and resting her arms on its back. “Talk to me, I feel like I haven’t seen you in months with the way you’re hiding. What’s going on? Did Munson do something?” You bristle at his name. Robin was the only one you’d had the courage to voice your feelings to because she’s kept your secret. “He did! Tell me, I’ll kick his ass.”

“What does Eddie have to do with this?” Nancy asks, taking the other empty chair. Her being clueless on the matter proves that Robin didn’t breathe a word of what you’d told her.

You scrub the irritation off your face, “he didn’t do anything, so much as said something,” you explain. “It hurt…a lot.”

“I’m gonna wring his neck with that damn guitar pick necklace, I swear,” Robin seethes. “What’d he say?”

“You really don’t need to do that, Rob,” you muster a small smile for your friend, appreciating her protectiveness. Not caring about the door to the library being opened, you dive into your story. Telling the girls about last Friday night and what you’d overheard and how they all keep trying to ask you what’s wrong. “So I’ve been avoiding him, because all I hear on a loop whenever I see Eddie is him saying it. Only worse is that it’d be to my face this time.”

“Clingy?” Nancy shakes her head, “is he serious? You’re like that with everyone!”

“What you need- and I can’t believe I’m saying this- is a pick me up,” Robin suggests with a toothy grin. “Part of the reason we came to find you is that Nance is having a party tonight.”

“It could be really fun!” Nancy smiles warmly, “you can be surrounded by your friends and just have a night to not think about anything else.” The girls share a look before facing you again. “You know Eddie never comes to any parties. So you won’t have to worry about seeing him until you’re ready. Please, come, have fun. We’ll be there with you the whole time.”

Robin puts her hands together, silently pleading with you. “Come on, I need someone who won’t yell at me when I’ve had too much to drink.”

You roll your eyes at her, remembering the last time you were all at a party together and Nancy was like a mother hen with you both. “I’ll think about-”

“Hey,” Eddie’s voice whispers behind you and you freeze. If he’d heard any of your conversation, his face doesn’t show it when you turn to look at him. “I just wanted to let you know that Henderson went home with a stomach thing. So, uh, Hellfire is canceled tonight. We’re gonna do it tomorrow at Jeff’s.”

“Okay,” you nod, almost squeaking the word around the lump in your throat. “T-thanks.”

“Yeah,” he shoves his hands in his back pockets. “Can uh, can we talk?”

“Not now, Munson,” Robin cuts off whatever answer you’d planned on saying. You’re honestly kind of grateful, because you don’t know what you wanted to say in the first place. “You can have them tomorrow for your campaign. Right now, I need their help with something, okay?”

“Yeah,” he nods, clearing his throat, “yeah, ‘course. Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to let you know. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Bye,” you whisper as he walks away. “Thanks, I’m not really sure what to say to him just yet.”

“I got you, dude,” she grins devilishly at you. “Now,” Robin slams her hand on the back of the chair, getting up, pulling you with her. “We’re going to your house and finding something to wear and you’re coming to the party tonight.”

Your sounds of protest are silenced when Nancy loops her arm with yours too, “I’ve trained her well,” she whispers like it’s a secret.

—

“Since when are you this hard to find?” Eddie huffs a breath, both hands on his hips when he finds you on the back porch.

The whole point of coming out here was to be alone. You appreciate what Robin and Nancy are trying to do here. Really, you do. But being alone right now sounds kind of perfect. Of course it had to be Eddie to find you out here by yourself. You take a sip of the spiked punch, barely making a face at the sour taste of the alcohol on your tongue. “What do you want, Eddie?” You can’t even bring yourself to look away from the bush swaying in the breeze.

Afraid you’ll crack. Just shatter and break along with your heart because it wants nothing more than to reach out and hug him. Curl your hand around his wrist just to have something anchoring you to the earth. But that will just get you labeled clingy and you can’t bear to hear that word again. You know you can be, but physical touch is your love language, always has been. Even the smallest bits of contact make you feel more human; alive.

“We need to talk,” his voice breaks you out of your own head.

You take a large gulp, enjoying the way it warms your limbs and makes your brain quiet down. “About what?” You can’t help the sigh that escapes your lips.

Eddie quickly leans on the wooden railing beside you, “will you look at me please?” The slight desperation in his tone hurts more than it should.

Downing the rest of your drink, you wipe the small trail from the side of your mouth, “why? So that I can be called clingy again? So that you can run and tell Gareth all about how I won’t get off of you? Yeah, I’m good,” you scoff, turning to go back inside. The idea of dealing with stupid teenagers and too loud music seems like an easier feat than this conversation.

Eddie’s hand wraps around your bicep, stopping you in your tracks, “please.”

Your eyes burn when you look at him, his face borderline distraught. It fucking hurts. A lump wedges itself in your throat. A small whimper escapes your lips feeling his hand on your skin. A feeling you’ve sorely missed, but couldn’t ask for.

“I’m sorry,” his other hand comes up to your other arm, brown eyes staring intently at you. “Not just that you heard it, but that I’d said it to begin with. You’re not clingy. I actually really fucking enjoy it. I only said that to Gareth because you’re Steve’s ex. I really didn’t want to get shit from Harrington for going after you. So I tried to make it seem like I wasn’t interested in you. But I am, I really fucking am,” he laughs breathlessly, a tear falling from your eye that he jumps to catch with his thumb, “please don’t cry, baby.”

“How can I not?” You ask as more fall, ignoring the pet name while your emotions finally crack open. Or maybe that’s just the alcohol. Either way. “You were more concerned about how Steve might feel about who I like and what I do rather than taking into consideration how I might feel in all this, Eddie. I’m a tactile person when it comes to the people I care about. I enjoy touching you so much because I like you, Eddie. Because I’m comfortable with you. Because you mean every-”

Eddie kisses you. Cupping your face so fucking gently, but pouring every ounce of emotion into his lips pressed against yours. A moment of shock stills your frame. But when you realize he’s making no effort to move back, you whimper against his mouth and fall into him. Kissing him back, you curl your hands into his jacket and Eddie wraps his arms around you.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispers, pulling back only enough to look at you. “Please tell me you can forgive me, I need you,” Eddie reaches up to wipe away the last of your tears. “When I heard you telling Robin and Nancy that I’d hurt you, I didn’t know what to do. Please, you’re the last person I’d ever want to hurt. I should’ve told the truth. Told you how I feel about you and how badly I want to be with you.”

“You should’ve,” you agree, pinching your brows together in faux irritation. All of your anger seeped out of you the moment Eddie kissed you. Breaking off in a giggle at the face he makes, you playfully smack his chest, “it’s okay, Munson. I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me.”

“Absolutely,” he grins, scooping you up until you’re sitting on the railing and he rests between your thighs. Eddie silences all of your giggles with his mouth against yours. “Just say you’re mine and I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy. Anything, baby. I mean, I came to a party just so I could apologize and try to make you mine.”

“I’m yours, Eddie,” you murmur against his smiling mouth.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things #Match Writes

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thehmn · 1 year

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My friend gifted me The Gift of Fear book for my birthday. It’s a very interesting read that helps you recognize danger signals from other people but the author Gavin De Becker actually helped me manage my anxiety just from a short video somewhere where he explains the difference between fear/suspicion and anxiety/worry.

Very simply put fear/suspicion is a reaction to something in your environment while anxiety/worry is a response to something you imagine or remember either because it happened to you in the past or because you read about it somewhere.

So fear is if you walk into a room and there’s a man acting weird, and anxiety is if you walk into an empty room but get scared because maybe a man acting weird might show up.

There are of course nuances to that. Like, there might be frail old man just reading a newspaper but you get scared because you’re scared of all men, that’s anxiety, or you might know you have a stalker and then it makes sense to not want to be alone in a room with no escape, or you get scared when walking alone because you know it’s a dangerous area, but in both cases the rule still stands; fear is a response, anxiety is a memory/imagination.

De Becker also points out that it’s perfectly reasonable to be suspicious even if it turns out to be nothing. To give a personal example, I used to clean at an office that was in a nook of a lager building with other businesses. It was a busy area but it made no sense for anyone to be in the nook unless they had business with that specific office. One day a man was standing in the nook when I showed up, not doing anything. He didn’t look at me or his phone. He was just standing but at a distance that wasn’t immediately threatening to me. As cleaners we’re taught that if someone wants to break into the place where we clean there’s a chance they might consider our coming and going the optimal time. As soon as we turn off the alarm they might push their way in and though we aren’t the focus we might get hurt. I kept an eye on the guy in the reflection of the glass door while I unlocked it but he never looked at me. After that he showed up regularly but was always gone when I came back outside and I started to suspect that he might be learning my schedule so after entering the office I watched him thought the curtains to see what he did. He stood there for a few minutes when another person suddenly walked towards him, their hands touched for a second and then they both walked off in different directions. A drug deal. So I was right to think something shady was going on, it just had nothing to do with me.

In another case where my fear saved me I was walking my dog at 1 AM. I live in a very safe area so I’ve never been afraid to be out after dark (I never left my apartment after dark while I lived in a bad neighborhood in Leeds). I noticed a parked car on the road but didn’t think much of it because it was parked near a spot where I often meet a middle aged woman who waits to be picked up for her nightshift so I assumed her ride was just early tonight. Suddenly a young man burst out though the hedge surrounding a house, ran to the car, ripped the door open and that’s when he noticed me. He looked at me for a second then jumped into the car. The lights inside the car turned on and I saw another guy in the driver’s seat. They talked and both turned towards me just as the light turned off, then they sped down the street, into a small private parking lot, turned around and finally parked the car across the sidewalk, meaning that when I reached them I’d have to walk out onto the road to pass them. My dog hadn’t noticed anything weird and was busy sniffing the ground. I let him sniff which meant we moved at an exceptionally slow pace and the car never moved and my fear just grew and grew and I got the very strong sense that I shouldn’t get anywhere near that car. I took a split second decision and suddenly crossed the road to a grassy area between houses where a car couldn’t go. As soon as I did the car sped towards me but I was already well away from the street. The car slowed down to a crawl when it reached me and I saw the guys faces in the light from a street lamp. They looked worried. Then they sped up and I could hear them drive away at an insanely high speed. I kept an eye out for news about a crime in the area but saw nothing.

At the time I couldn’t have told you exactly what scared me. I’ve seen many young men run from their garden to their friends waiting in a car, look at me and drive away, and I’ve seen many people parked across the sidewalk because they were lost and were looking at Google maps. But looking back the first thing that I noticed was the way he looked at me before getting into the car. It was a split second too long, like he wasn’t just noticing me but thinking. It was of course also weird that they both looked at me in the car but the thing that really scared me was when they parked and there were no lights in the car. Why didn’t they look at their phones to open Google maps or find a text with directions? Why were they just sitting in darkness?

So Gavin De Becker as taught me to listen to my fear but also realize when I’m just being anxious. When I feel fear I’ll ask myself “What are you afraid of?” and if the answer is a memory or my imagination it helps to calm me down but if I can say “That man/sound/lack of sound/something specific” I know to be on guard even if I’m not sure why it’s scaring me yet. And that means I’ve also learned to trust myself a lot more. Thinking back I realize that I’ve always been right when I was afraid or suspicious of something/someone specific even if it turned out not to be a danger to me. I still knew something shady was going on and I was right to keep my distance because as De Becker says, it’s better to listen to your fear than ignore it because it’s better to be wrong and safe.

And of course this doesn’t mean that if you have bad anxiety or PTSD you should just stop treatment and let fear rule your life. Like I said, there’s more nuance to it than I can explain here, but I wanted to share because I’m amazed how much it has helped me. At first I just noticed I was a lot less anxious in general and it took some time before I realized it happened after watching a random talk from him on YouTube. That’s why I wanted to share this in case it might help others to be less anxious but also trust themselves more.

#humontalks #long post #the gift of fear #gavin de becker #anxiety

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bwbawa · 6 months

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hello, so I'm questioning if I'm autistic so i can reach out for a diagnosis maybe, and i saw another person do this so i wanted to try it out

i wrote a list of some of the things i think that are autistic traits about me and if anyone would like to please read them and tell me if they could be autism or maybe smth else? lol, just as a big favour really. I'll give more context if any is needed, thanks so much!!

also please reblog for reach if you want to, thank you

ts bellow the cut :]

- stimming ( twirling and braiding hair, used to suck on my own hair as a kid, rocking back and forth, doing ??? weird stuff with ny mouth and fingers lol, moving legs a lot)

- echolalia; internal, repeating phrases and songs on my head, but also doing sounds with my mouth

- always feeling like an outsider. This wasn't bad for me as a kid since i was very into creepypastas and media related to being an outcast, i never related it to something bad until adolescence which im still in, and I'm more insecure now about it.

- also, very extroverted as a kid, didn't get social cues and was offensive sometimes

- couldn't and still can't control my strength very well ( sometimes things fall out of my hands or i touch someone harder than i wanted to)

- sensitive skin, to heat cold and pain

- very talkative, as a baby was LITERALLY born babbling

- not good at eye contact, either do way too much or way too little

- terrible at maths (jst not logical to me??? dk how people find them logical )

- kinda restrictive interests but no special interests

- very picky as a child, fav foods were salted noodles with ketchup or by themselves. ( still can't stand some foods and mixing some foods together )

- horrible coordination and balance: didn't learn to tie my shoes correctly, how to ride a bike or how to swim, i bought wheelies and cant use them because my balance is horrible, i run weird (like a baby kind of) and I'm always stumbling on my own feet

- again, didn't learn some stuff until grown: didn't know how to shower correctly or make my bed ( could be due to being very taken care of as a kid, aka my mom didn't let me do stuff by myself )

- terrible spacial awareness: again, stumbling with my own feet, waddling like a penguin when i walk with my friends lol

- bad perception of time

- got upset when things didn't go my way

- ran away when kids were being too loud but didn't mind big performances loud spaces

loud THUDS or sudden noises however startle me, scare me and stress me out: was and still am kind of afraid of balloons, shouting people and loud thuds. As a baby i cried when someone spoke too loudly

- lately I'm much more sensitive to stimuli than i was, could be due to heightened stress in my life: badly done beds make me want to cry, crumbs on the bed feel like hell, heat and sweating are hell, some months ago i cried because my sunglasses and headphones weren't working and there were too many sounds, my head it hurted and everything felt wrong, sent me into a kind of crisis.

- don't think I'm overly empathetic, but i have a strong sense of justice and get very upset and ill about injustices.

related to that, movies and shows that require a lot of stress i don't like, they make me feel ill and i prefer spoilers when it's like that, i get too nervous.

- socially awkward and don't know how to keep conversations going, at least small talk.

- although i used to talk a lot, nowadays i prefer to stay quiet sometimes.

- i get VERY angry and frustrated but it goes away kind of quickly?

-i used to be very loud and I still dont know how to control my tone of voice ( how loud or quiet i am) and i spoke in a very high pitched voice as a child

- i used to read a lot, went to the library in the recess instead of hanging out all the time with kids and used some complicated words that my parents didn't know i knew

- all my life i only had one close friend ( not the same, but always one)

- i think i had a specific routine of morning

- i have a hard time concentrating and being organized

- i make plans for myself in the night and get upset when OTHERS interrupt it but not when i do

- hard time knowing when to pee and when to eat

- again sensory issues, some foods make me want to puke, and wet, sticky or extremely dry hands are disgusting. Also, light touches feel like anger.

- as a kid I repeatedly watched stuff, ended up boring my family because i only wanted to watch that multiple times

- sensory seeker as a kid kind of, slept with my feet up, danced a lot (stimming?)

-i get irritated easily and can hurt people verbally

- don't know if related but i sometimes very anxious, get upset about not saying goodbye correctly to certain people, as a kid i used to cry and didnt want to go to school because of a "bad feeling" that smth bad was gonna happen, could be anxiety.

i absolutely sure there's more, but I don't wanna keep typing

just to finish, most of my circle is neurodivergent. And family wise, my sister is audhd, one cousin and uncle are autistic, my mom has adhd and two of my cousins are suspected autistic.

#audhd #self diagnosed autism #undiagnosed autism #autism #am i autistic?#neurodivergent #adhd #autistic teen #autistic girls #autistic #autistic things #autistic traits #undiagnosed neurodivergent #undiagnosed autistic #undiagnosed adhd #neurodiversity

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caseylicious · 2 years

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Hello! I love your rottmnt work!! I just finished binge reading them!

Is it alright if I request a rise!Donnie x Shy! Mad Scientist reader?

Like April introduces her “normal” friend and Donnie is shook (and in love) when reader starts talking complex science out of nowhere.

Thank you so much!!

"In The Name of SCIENCE!"

Summary: April introduces her "normal" friend to Donnie. How will he deal with his feelings finding out that the reader is a "Mad Scientist?"

Character: Donnie

Reader: GENDER NEUTRAL (not specified in request.)

Relationship: CRUSH (Not specified in request)

Warnings: THE MOST WHOLESOME PIECE IVE EVER WRITTEN IS ABOUT TO BE SHOWN. TAKE CAUTION...

Words: 2158

A/N: Sir/Miss, I am in LOVE with your request!! It sounds so cute already, and I am so excited to just type this. Thank you for reading my work! You're so sweet.

As always! Please, Enjoy 💐

[ If you have any constructive criticism or corrections for any of my English do let me know! :) ]

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"April, are you really sure...?" You tilted your hooded head to her, with a hushed voice. Your (maybe only) friend, April; placed her attention onto you. She smiled, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. "Yeah! Y/N, don't worry! My boy Donnie is one of the smartest people I know! You'll get along just fine." You nodded hesitantly, not sure of what's to come as you both began to walk out of your school.

A few weeks ago, you became friends with the one addresses herself as, "April O' Neil." You as an individual tend to fall side to more of the "Weird" part of society. Not seeing any interest in cheerleading or Volleyball. You didn't feel right in those "categories." Which made you sort of a "creep" in your high school. And you genuinely didn't blame them. You couldn't imagine yourself wearing tight dresses which expose skin; it was ridiculous! What if you were in a situation in which you had to run away due to an outside threat? What would that unnecessary tight dress do for you? Other than exposing more skin to be harmed, it was an idiot move.

Which was why you chose to be practical. You attempted to share your ideas with others... but they just didn't see your ideas normal. They doubted that you could even reach such goals. They were just... impossible. You proved yourself and them wrong; and you so bad wanted to rant to people about your inventions. But nobody wanted to listen, you were just too weird.

It didn't really affect your mood that much. It's not like you thought badly of yourself. Heavens no, you knew your self worth. You could do things others just couldn't. You enjoyed most of your time alone in school, but sometimes... it just gets lonely.

You felt lonely, and that ate you up immensely. That was until you met April. She asked you about the app you created on your phone, which surprised you. Somebody asking about your creation? Your own baby? You answered shyly and she was amazed. You remembered the situation perfectly due to your "photographic" memory.

"Wow Y/N! That's actually helpful to society!" She leaned over from her chair to look into your phone. It was customized to your aesthetic. She was exactly 5 inches away from you. She was wearing an eyeshadow which contained ingredients which wouldn't harm the planet nor animals, and you could tell she was chewing on a mint for half of the class.

You had to think for a quick second on what to say, You were a genius. Obviously, but you knew your shy aspects would get in the way of a basic fast: "Thank you." You came to a conclusion just nodding your head.

Which... now leads you here. During those weeks of becoming "strangers, acquaintance, to inner circle." She asked you to meet some of her other friends, and it freaked you out a lot. April was one of the only people that seemed to tolerate your hyper fixations and rants about your lover, science. You weren't afraid of her proclaimed "friends." No. You were afraid of embarrassing her in front of her them. You didn't want to be the reason why her reputation decreases because of your weirdness. However, you did want to make her happy by participating, and you did.

You were dressed in a "normal-looking" attire and brushed your hair to the point where it didn't poof up like the many times of experimentation you did. Your hands tinkering with each other, you looked confusedly at the sewer manhole you and April stood in front of. "..Errm, April you understand this is a manhole, yes?" She chuckled, "Y/N! I'm not that dumb y'know? Pfft... This is where my friends live."

You were confused to her logic as her carefree face changed to a firm look. A look of maturity and seriousness, she faced you. "Y/N, you have to promise me whatever you see down there. That you won't freak out nor tell people about them." What was she talking about? You wouldn't freak out- you've done things that freaked out people to a degree where they questioned if you were mentally ill. "April.. you know I've done weird. I don't really see how your friends will freak me out." She looked at you, almost as if she was looking for your soul. Your will to live. "And... you're sure?"

You take a deep breathe, nodding with confirmation. "Yes, I am sure." Her face relaxed as you both ascended down the manhole.

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💜 Donnie

Raph has awoken all his brothers in the lair, due to the text April sent a couple days ago. She was going to introduce them to one of her own friends. Leo himself was excited to show off his skills to another person other than his brothers and April, Raph was excited to meet another person which was friends with April, and Mikey in general was excited to meet you... it was Donnie who was a bit doubtful.

Donnie was an unique individual, it didn't make him less of a person. It was just he saw the world differently. He saw logic while others may see emotions and feelings. He was aware of this and was still learning on how to react to things with a bit more empathy... but he really couldn't due to his low empathy. He decided that he was going to be a respectful person as April gave you a tour around the lair.

"Okay boys, you all know the drill right?" His older brother held some empty pizza boxes, cleaning up. Mikey nodded as he placed away his crayons. "Yep! Oooo!! I just can't wait to meet April's new friend!" A chuckle escaped Leo as he organized each of his Jupiter Jim comics. He glanced towards the turtle which only sat on the bean bag and scrolled on his phone. "Donnie, you plan on cleaning the lair?"

He smirked, "Oh, what you don't see Leo... I came up with a mechanic which would clean the lab for me! So while you three do simple activities like that, I chose to be practical." Leo groaned rolling his eyes, "You didn't plan on making a bot which could do that job for us?" Leo stood up, stretching down. "It could've be.. real practical for like- y'know. us?" Donnie frowned to Leo's poor memory.

"Last time I created an invention that did simple chores for you, each of you decided to tinker with it." He wasn't wrong, though.. he did make the bot be biased and favor him out of the other brothers. And be almost a body guard for him... but we don't talk about that.

Leo frowned, "well. You created the thing to be all biased over you!" Donnie gasped. "Scoff! Well if it weren't for you touching Shelldon, he would've killed me. Replacing me as your "new brother."

"Yeahh, but we saved your life didn't we?" Leo grinned mischievously, leaning over on one of the handle of his blades. "Oh yeahh! We did!" Donnie grumbled to himself, "Yes... you all did. Even so- still your fault." Before the conversation could continue, they all heard Raph shout- "THEY'RE ALMOST HERE!" And they all, except Donnie scrambled to get everybody tidied up.

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April's voice echoed down the hole, "We're almost there Y/N!" You nodded as you stepped down each step. Your gloves kept you from slipping, though you wondered how many times April had to step down the manhole to not fall down. You tried imagining what people April chose to hang out with. They probably were cool...

You were snapped out of your imagination when your foot reached a flat surface. You got off the ladder with April and you could see an orange-yellowish light. You hesitated for a second. This was it, the moment that every "lonely" person had to face. Meeting with people that you don't even know about for the first time ever. April was a couple steps ahead of you. "C'mon Y/N! They're right here!" You quickly nodded, running over. And that's when you came face-to-face with something you've never seen before.

Were they... turtles? Mutant? Your shoulders were tense as you stared at each one of them. A common response for.. most people. "Y/N, this is Raph..." She directed to the large red turtle. He waved towards you with a toothy grin. "Nice meeting ya!" You nodded shyly. "This is Leo..." The blue bandana-turtle brought out his hand towards you. "Nice meeting one of Aprils' friends." You nodded again shyly, shaking his hand. "This is-" Mikey jumped towards you, making you step back a couple steps. "Michelangelo! But call me Mikey!" His grin was so bright that you had to blink a couple times to see again. "And finally, this is..."

Your eyes climbed up to meet with the purple turtles'. "Greetings, I am Donatello. But please refer me as Donnie." He stood in a way that somehow made you relax. There was something about him you just didn't know, but relate too. Quickly getting yourself out of your thoughts, you introduced yourself. "H- hello... I am Y/N L/N... It's nice meeting all of you." Your voice squeaked a little and you covered your mouth embarrassed. Donnie assumed that you didn't understand science to your "regular" looking attire. Genuinely, he assumes everybody around him doesn't understand science and engineering the way he does.

After a few awkward stares, April chose to give you a tour. You found out that Leo's room was decorated in merchandise of Jupiter Jim, a show which almost each of the brothers cherished. You also noticed that his room seemed to be one of the "best" ones you've seen in a sewer. But let's be honest, have you ever gone into a sewer with a actual rooms? You've done a decent job at staying "normal" around them all. You didn't suddenly say a comment on their interests nor did you suddenly say random facts. Finally, you came upon Donnie's lab. Before you and April could even enter, The taller purple turtle had to set some ground rules.

"Do not attempt to touch anything. Do not try stealing any of my equipment, because I will know- and do not-" April sighed, "Yeah, yeah D. We get it!" You felt April nudge you a bit. She seemed to "know" that you'd get along with him immediately. He was the first familiar name he heard when you were walking with her.

The doors opened, as smoke exited the room. A dramatic entrance; exquisite. April walked in with Donnie. You walked in last hearing a loud slam of the lab doors. You breathed in some of the smoke, causing you to cough all of it out. When you cleaned out your lungs you were surprised to see inventions that you didn't know someone could make. You made an audible gasp walking towards the metal. Donnie stepped forwards quickly. "Hey- what did I just say-"

You probably spoke too soon, because your "norm" bubble all of sudden popped. You just knew so much about the material, how could you not share?

"Is this titanium?! Where did you get it? Oh my goodness- did you create it? No- no.. You couldn't have you'd need-"

"ilmenite, leucoxene, and rutile!" He said the words you were about to say. The turtle you noted as distant seemed to know what you were talking about. "P- precisely! You do know grabbing yourself some uranium could help create some radioactive equipment, right?" He nodded to your claim, because you were precisely correct! April smirked, watching you both infodump one another on the science and engineering behind his inventions.

"The titanium in your shell can get damaged in high-temperature situations you know that right? Exactly above 400 degrees Celsius... and- what tools did you use to sand it? I've tried a normal sanding board, but that didn't work!" "Ah- well, I used a technique of a sanding board and some Aluminum Oxide. They both help remove the rough surface." You grinned widely, explaining to him on your projects. How you were going to attempt to create a network of wires that would help society in a way, that you didn't know yet. But would figure out along the way. He ranted to you about his experiments and successful and failed projects. You bounced ideas on each other. You both didn't pay attention to April suddenly leaving the room to chat with the others.

"Well.. you could've placed a firewall system on Shelldon." You twirled your hair finally feeling like yourself.

He sighed, "You're right... I should've placed one even while he was charging."

He never expected someone like yourself to know all of this information. Your knowledge just made his heart just act a bit funny. Funny enough, just for him to fall in love with you.

#morilicious #rottmnt #rottmnt 2018 #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rise donnie

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erithel · 2 months

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Hello erithel!! I'm very embarrassed to ask this... but I really want to read your fics on AO3 and for some reason I don't understand, it won't let me...

Basically, when I click where theoretically the fic should open, for some reason only the summary appears and not the chapters or the text, and other times reading on AO3 it hasn't happened to me... What I mean is, do you know the reason and if there would be any other way to read your fics elsewhere if it doesn't work for me on AO3 since I really want to read them especially after reading your comics 😅😅😄😄

I don't know if it would be too much to ask if you could put a link or something...

(I feel super embarrassed to ask you this really...)

By the way, your art is seriously awesome, probably many people tell you but I wasn't into klance and thanks to your art I got into it jsjs"

I send you a image of my problem:

Huh. First of all don't feel embarrassed. Technical issues happen and you should always feel welcome to ask question if there's confusion.

Secondly I really appreciate your kind words about my work, and the fact that you are interested in reading my fics!

The unfortunate part is that I have never had anyone experience this issue before (or at least none who have let me know), so I am afraid to say I don't have a for sure solution for you. :(

What I can say is that -

#1, I have not restricted my fics, so they should be available for anyone to read.

#2, unfortunately the only other place where the chapters show up are on my patreon and that doesn't include all of the fics just the more recent ones.

#3, as far as I know ao3 doesn't have any kind of control over who can view what. I only recently was made aware that instagram was restricting some of my comic posts from minors, but again I don't think ao3 has anything like that (and I have no idea how old you are lol). That being said, the fic "Broken Things" you used as the example does have one of the major content warnings on it, and I know you can filter out certain ratings/subjects/content, so that might be something to check.

#4, the only kind of solution I can think of is having you try just clearing your cache/cookies. I know I've had to do that to get ao3 to load a few times, and maybe that might help? It is weird that you are able to see some of it but not the whole thing.

I am very, very not tech savvy so there might be a simple solution to this issue. If anyone else knows about this and especially knows how to fix it, please leave a comment!

I am so sorry you're having an issue with this, and I am even more sorry I can't give you a good answer on how to solve it. If nothing works, you might just need to reach out to ao3 support, although I'm not sure how quickly they respond.

#asks #ao3 #ao3 issues #fanfic

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 3 months

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hiya sex witch! i'm (afab) on the birth control pill and my bf (amab) has been also not finishing inside me when we have sex, as an extra precaution. i know neither of these are foolproof but this is how we've agreed to minimize the risk of me getting pregnant. however, i know he wants to finish inside of me really badly, and i am wondering how to best minimize the risk. i've been looking into getting a hormonal implant or using internal condoms? (condoms are off the table at the moment since they prevent my partner from reaching orgasm - and i know some people will say he's lying but i do believe him, we've tried). do you know if these methods would increase or decrease my risk of getting pregnant? and do you know why the only FDA approved internal condom is prescription-only, and if other more easily attainable ones are dangerous? thank you so much, your blog has been super helpful over the past few years for me!

hi anon,

awesome questions! thank you for your curiosity!

birth control is always more effective when you use more than one method. (note: this does not include using an external condom with an internal condom; don't do that. they'll chafe against each other and both become less effective.) if external condoms for your partner are off the table, using internal condoms with another type of birth control would be a really smart alternative.

implants and IUDs are a great option for this particular situation, since they have the highest success rate of any birth control currently available (short of sterilization or abstinence). there's no such thing as birth control that's 100% effective, but IUDs and implants are usually a pretty reliable 99. used in tandem with any type of condom, your odds of unwanted pregnancy are going to be extremely low.

okay, so, why are FC2 internal condoms so hard to get ahold of if they're so great? the extremely short version is that several years ago the company that manufactures them decided to pull the condoms from pharmacies and make them prescription-only with the justification that the Affordable Care Act would make prescription condoms cheaper for anyone with insurance, as well as expressing hope that doctors prescribing internal condoms would raise awareness of the product. FC2 does make it somewhat simple to get a prescription through their own website in theory, albeit with a consultation fee and, currently, a notification that you might be boned if you're insured through Medicaid, which I'm sure is great for expanding the accessibility of their product.

it should be noted that local health centers and LGBT resources centers are more than willing to give internal condoms out without a prescription; I know my local HIV testing site was more than happy to give out their stock of internal condoms to anyone who wanted them until they ran out. if any cis, straight person reading this is interested in pursuing this route but feels weird about potentially accessing an LGBT center when you're not part of the community: trust me, we want y'all to have safer sex, too. please, anyone and everyone, call around and check with your local resources to see if they can help you out.

as for internal condoms manufactured by other brands, I'm afraid I can't attest to their quality. I'm not saying they aren't safe, only that they haven't been subjected to FDA regulations and I lack enough information to make an informed recommendation for or against. internal condoms as a whole are still really under-researched; even in the case of FC2 condoms, for instance, there's still a real lack of data regarding their effectiveness in preventing the transmission of STIs. if you're passionate about exploring this route, I strongly recommend doing as much of your own research as possible to make the most informed decision possible to decide if other brands are the right pick for you.

#sex edventures 2024

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headspace-hotel · 2 years

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Part of the reason why nonviolent protest is preferred over violence is PR: aggression gives the government a moral excuse to commit violence, whereas being nonviolent lets you claim moral high ground. It doesn’t help that a lot of the left-wingers who prefer violence to non-violence tend to be sex pests, because physical and sexual violence are intertwined.

I don't know what a "sex pest" is and i'm very reluctant to google it, but the whole way that statement is worded is weird. Are you implying that someone who condones violent political protest is more likely to be some kind of pervert or something?

Anyway, my one and only statement on the subject is that generally, violence has bad consequences and it gets innocent people hurt and killed and it can provoke extreme retaliation, but anyone saying that it doesn't "work" is full of shit. Violence Does Stuff—not only the stuff you want, but it Works.

But set aside whether or not it "works." Violence is something that always is and should be a possibility. What they say about dogs is that you should never, never, never punish a dog for growling, because a dog that growls is telling you that you're approaching the danger zone and giving you a chance to back off. Wolves in the wild seldom ever fight each other, because they have a system of escalating warnings they give other wolves before they resort to actual violence.

I, in my interpersonal relationships, have a threshold where I would bite another person. That threshold is "if I am being physically assaulted." I have a threshold where I would yell at someone. I have a threshold where I would be a cold-hearted bitch and be mean and stand my ground with someone. Recently I got into a very bad relationship and realized that I needed to work on being a dog that growls. I was so determined to be nice and to not be a bitch that I let someone basically ruin my whole life at the time.

Any relationship where a balance of power is being negotiated has this, or it should have this. The relationship between people and their government is the same.

Here's how peaceful protest works:

A wolf might not ever have to bite you, because it's a wolf.

This doesn't mean that a growl is a polite request. Wild animals don't appeal to the moral high grounds of other animals. A growl is giving you a chance to keep things peaceful. A growl is peaceful, but it is a reminder and a warning that you are fucking with a wolf.

In large numbers, there is power. When people assemble in large numbers and protest, however peacefully, this is a reminder to the Powers That Be that You Are Fucking With A Wolf.

But listen. Practically everything in nature does threat displays. A house cat fighting a fucking grizzly bear will puff up and hiss and growl, and a house cat CAN tear out that grizzly bear's eyeballs even if its chances of winning a fight are zero. It doesn't matter if you're a wolf or not, if you're cornered, all bets are off as to what you might do.

History teaches us that violence, with great regularity, happens. It happens. And I don't think it's ever "good," and we can try to reduce it, but if you make any creature feel desperate enough, scared enough, trapped enough, that creature will hurt you.

(The exceptions are dead.)

And I don't want civil unrest and violence. I know innocent people are going to get hurt and killed because that always happens. But in the USA we're reaching the point where our government has been ignoring the growls for a long time. They're suppressing voters and rolling back our rights. They're pushing and pushing and pushing how much they can get away with taking away from us. And people are suffering. And they're dying. And we're afraid.

Every great empire of the past was running around putting down rebellion after rebellion every minute of its existence like playing whack-a-mole. Sure, the Romans held together a surprisingly long time, but their preferred method of dealing with political dissent was nailing people to wooden crosses along roadsides and leaving them to die in agony over days.

And all of those empires held together at all because they usually allowed religious and cultural diversity and let local leaders mostly do their own thing. You can't oppress people so hard that they won't turn on you. You can't. People turn on their oppressors when they've had enough. If someone is starving, they will do anything to get food. If someone's child is being threatened, they will do anything to protect their child. If someone is truly desperate, they're beyond fearing your power.

So I don't believe in having arguments about whether violence is "right" or "wrong" because at no point in history has this mattered. If the Powers That Be ignore peaceful protest, people don't go "Aw, shucks" and go home. They start burning buildings, destroying property and rioting.

That's an open threat display. That's a dog snapping at air or a snake striking for show before the real venom comes out. You should be HAPPY they do that, because they could have just bitten you for real. Threat displays like this are a way of avoiding worse violence. Remember this. Understand it.

Someone destroying property over real, living, breathing humans being killed is giving their oppressors a chance to listen that is 100% undeserved. Remember this. Understand it.

The world is threatened by an existential fear for the future, and the government doesn't have very long before that becomes more powerful than the fear of what a government can do to hurt you. I believe more and more that this is inevitable. Not "right" or "wrong," unavoidable, the next step in a natural progression. I don't want it to go this way but the ball is not in my court right now.

If you get an animal cornered and terrified, poke it and hurt it and ignore its growls, you will get bit and it will be your fault. And that's all.

#politics

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perpetualcosmos · 21 days

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go to astro.com to calculate groom persona chart

I am not sure whose chart you would like to see, but well why not? So for mine is given below:

Starting from the first part!

Sun in Aries at 5° in 5th house

This person would be very youthful, they would carry the energy of a child, like someone who is ready to take charge and not afraid to step into the limelight. Could be known for their natural confidence. They carry a certain sense of dominance with them, it's magnetizing and thrilling.

People might also have idealized them at a very young age, could be that since they like to really explore different types of passionate projects and hobbies that this person could be known as a the one who has done it all.

For them, destiny and luck play an important role in their life. They never been lead astray even when life or maybe parents could've left them alone, life hasn't.

Could be well known with acting or working with different types people. Even if they are older, they would look very young as if their age is in reverse in their personality

For them, it's important to always have some sort of hobby which they can always come back to as a coping mechanism and also what connects them to their inner purpose.

I am sure they will be in the career field of their choice, making one of their many hobbies as their career and will be very well known as well for it. They don't hold back giving their all, but they might constantly be on the verge of burning out because they always push themselves to the edge.

Moon in Aquarius at 26° in 4th house

If i have to describe them any way. Then i would call them as "born to be a rebel". Even though they are not afraid to stand out, they still at some point have this detachment from everything around them.

They have felt as the lone wolf in their journey, always above of everyone else but never truly having anyone to share this. At some point they beat themselves for using their youth mainly to prove that they are worth something to everyone.

They have understood though how much hard work goes to reach your goals and understand that this value they had to prove to others is somewhat shallow - they have always been enough.

Connections with life and work were made through family, their family could be known as a bit weird but they keep themselves as authetentic as they can.

Unlike the usual way of dealing with one's emotions, could be that they might use art or writing as a way of expressing themselves. They have this innate fear of truly being vulnerable with someone because of always ending up falling in love with an idealized version of that person.

Speaking of which, they have a hard time truly being humble because all they have been told their life that they are "special".

This person has been used to people exploiting in many ways in their life, mostly though due to their status and their position in their life, often both idealizing AND being idealized as a type who could never be in anyone's league.

They dissociate might have tendencies to use different sorts of pleasures like sex money, etc. as a way to avoid their feelings but i am sure the universe calls them out on it very frequently.

Adding in point, this person does come from a family who might not believe any type of spiritual OR they could be extremely into it to the point this person has gotten the ick from how it was used to justify ones actions and not being true to yourself about your mistakes.

They want an homebody, someone who doesn't mind where they come from. They want be known for more than where they come from.

Ascendant in Scorpio at 6°

(Conjunct Jupiter)

Could come off as extremely powerful, someone who doesn't bow down to others but others bow down to them

Have a very intense gaze, making people squirm under their looks.

They would look like that even though they have an intense exterior, they have a good heart within which melts under sweet things.

May have tattoos, piercings, etc. Which screams different. They carry this meaning behind every move they make, people can't help either loving them or hating them.

Always the eye of jealousy, or the beloved pf all. They have this chill personality truly but people could say oh this person is an ass and they treat everyone as their servant.

They are never one to go with the crowd, they would rather do their own thing then live for others.

They are very wise though, often from immense transformations from their life. And their approach being "change is the only permanent thing in life" has lead to many types of success.

They have a soft spot for routines, often involving trying to deal with their trauma in ways which make sure they don't mess up often

They truly have always been the one to take care of everyone. Maybe not in the softest manner but they have tried their best and no one has truly appreciated them enough to say that they did well.

Final notes -

I like how totally different yet same we are as people, this person has gone through a lot in their life and has an intense personality, like full of life type persona that hidden beneath, they know that they have been seeking for solace from these crowds - a person who can know them better than them. I am damn sure our tropes would be - "Friends to lovers × angst bickering", "i don't understand why you but thank goodness it's you", grumpy × sunshine, soulmates/spiritually connected partners, "they know me better than i ever could myself", giver × giver, words of affirmations while motivating the other, biggest fan × lover, ride or die, one would have kids × other would embrace and love the kids, show stopper × show runner, excitable × calm, silly prankster × dark humor, etc.

I just wanted to do a brief review of it because I am still learning and I want to learn more about this in due time 🫂 thanks for checking this post out!

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 11 months

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AITA for not speaking to my mother in years despite her efforts to reach out?

My mom (43f) and I (27m) have a difficult relationship. She had me very young, and for most of my life, it was just the both of us together.

She is a very anxious person, and she needs an accompanying adult to go do her groceries, and go outside in general. I was said 'adult' even as a child. She would drag me everywhere and throw tantrums when I didn't want to go to her friends' parties with her cause then she couldn't go, or when I had my own evenings out with friends instead of with her, even as an adult. She hated when I had a significant other, kept saying I was insufferable when I had one cause I would talk back to her (read, when I set boundaries like 'stop asking about my sex life and stop telling me about yours' and the like.)

Once I moved out of her house for my studies, she would call me every day, text me, demand news from me as soon as possible. I understand that she was going through a bit of the empty nest panic, especially since our relationship was extremely codependent when I lived there. So I tried to gently set a boundary; asked her to give me space at the very least for a few weeks while I was unpacking my things and settling down.

Then she started stalking me. Sent angry text messages to me as she was watching my online activity, saying if I had time to be on social media and play online games, I have time for her. It weirded me out. I was using those things to unwind from work and school, my schedule was already busy and I rarely had time to myself.

I blocked her everywhere, and told her she could only contact me through emails if she received mail I had forgot to change the address for.

She sent me very long messages about how I was hurting her by cutting her off this way, said I was an ungrateful brat, called on my roommate's phone, demanding said roommate to put me on the phone, which I refused. (And apologized profusely to my roommate for pulling him into my family drama)

I cut contact completely then. Sometimes she sends emails saying she misses me, going against my wishes that she uses it exclusively to tell me about my mail.

I never answered.

So many people keep telling me 'she's your mother, you have to forgive her.' And 'she did her best; she was very young and a single mom!' Yes, she was. But she was also abusive, and walked all over my boundaries, always. Stole my things, read my journals, then shouted at me, grounding me for what I vented about in personal writing. Never allowed me to be my own person, and shamed me when I had different tastes than, making so I'd dress the way she thought was handsome, liked the music she liked, watched the movies she liked during our family time, painted the same way she does...

Even if I will never go back to live at her place, I am too afraid that she'll lock me again into a position where I have to be her companion, and she'll walk all over my boundaries again. And I hate the person I am when with her. I'm in therapy for all the things I had to repress while living with her, and am still continuously discovering so many things she did to me that turned out to be abusive.

I haven't spoken to her in years, and I don't aim to, no matter how many times she tells me she changed, and how she misses me. But she's my mother, and she raised me on her own, and I keep hearing her in my head say all the things she had to sacrifice for me, and she's an anxious person that needs a companion to help her.

TL;DR: my mom needs some sort of life partner to be a functional adult, I am unwilling to fill that role anymore, so just in case, I am never talking to her again.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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thepolysworldau · 4 months

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MASTER POST

Rules

This is a POLYSWORLD blog. I tag posts with specific dynamics with the ship name to help people with content filtering. However, the plan is for the main 4 to be in a polycule.

At this time I, the owner of the blog, am 17! That said, if you want to make nsfw content for it I won't stop you! Just please do not share it with me or tag the blog in it!!

Asks that change characters personalities/designs/gives them something that would ruin a plot line I have planned will be deleted.

Asks that imply a crossover/roleplay your ocs with the blog will be deleted, no exceptions.

If an ask has yet to be answered, it doesn't always mean it has been deleted! Sometimes asks are saved for later due to art needing to be draw for them! Do not be afraid to send in a lot of asks!!

Asks that give characters things are on very thin ice, I went with it for Tom eating shit but holy cow I have been getting a lot of those and a character saying "thank you" over and over again is gonna get stale.

PLEASE tell me who you are asking in your ask! If it is for everyone then say so. Just asking a random question does not let me know who it is directed to!

If you want to make fanart of the blog either submit it through submissions here OR post it and tag the blog! You can send it through asks if you want a character to react to it, but there have been a few cases I wasn't able to make it fit well.

THE CHARACTERS RESPONSES ARE NOT WHAT I BELIEVE! Tord is, if you can't tell, a bit of a dick. Don't take their responses to heart, and know that more often than not it isn't what I think verbatim.

PLEASE do not infantalize the characters. A lot of them are written to be neurodivergent (as I myself am) and while I will make posts/jokes I do not want to belittle them due to their traits!

If I get asks that are asking something I have ALREADY answered, I will probably delete it! Granted I may forget/it may change with plot development. Loose rule.

Asks that flat out tell chatacters things that they shouldn't know/that messes with the plot will be deleted!

I have had a few posts with characters uncomfortable with stuff being said about them, and they can be! I will start answering asks more so about the ship as an observation of the blog just with myself instead of making the characters react grossly. I don't want to make people feel weird for enjoying the blog, just was too in chatacter with some reactions lol.

If you need to contact me, my main blog is @emotionallyattachedmatch ! Though, it is a lot easier to reach me through discord under the same handle!

Dni

if you are proship/zoo/dramablog/zionist/generally a dick. I want to have fun here, and I won't hesitate to block if someone soils it.

#mod talks #serious

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crazyf0rswayze · 10 months

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Can you do dally of when he forgets about a date and forgets about the reader so than she goes to Darry’s house and sees him and they make up aka smut

I am so so sorry that it took me so long to get back! August has been a very hectic month for me 😅. Anyway, here it is!

Dallas: I'll Make It Up

Warnings: cursing, smut, mentions of being submissive vs dominant.

Y/N POV

It was our monthly date night...and he forgot. How could he forget!? It's the same day every month! The third Friday of the month! I'm all dolled up. A new dress, a different style of makeup and he's a half hour late. He's never ever this late. He forgot. I decide to go over to Darry's house instead to talk to him. We've been friends for a little bit, and that's how I met Dallas. He has always been there to talk to, and he gives pretty good advice. It takes a few minutes to walk over to his house and when I get there....Dallas is having a full blown conversation with Johnny. I wouldn't have an issue with it if it weren't date night. There were three people in the house. Darry, Dally, and Johnny.

"Hey Y/n, what's up? How are you?" Darry asks from the kitchen.

"Fine" I mumble and walk over to the counter. I sit on it and Darry just looks at Dallas and then me.

"What's wrong?" He asks. His brows furrowed with concern.

"Dallas and I were supposed to have a date and he forgot. We had reservations and it's too late now" I say in a whisper. I was looking down at the ground, afraid to meet Darry's eyes thinking I might cry.

"Go talk to him" Darry replies whispering.

"No. He's talking to Johnny" I say

"Go say hi or something. Once you guys start talking I'll get out for a bit and bring Johnny with me. I'll meet up with Soda and Pony or something. Ok?" He explains. I'm looking at the floor still, so he leans down so his face blocks my view. He has a nice smile plastered on his face. I chuckle and look back up. Darry smiles again and walks back over to the other side of the kitchen to read the paper.

"Hey Dal" I say quietly.

"Hey doll. Why are you all dolled up?" Dallas asks.

"Hey Johnny. Let's um...let's meet up with the boys for some ice cream" Darry says.

"Sure! Bye Dallas. I'll see you tomorrow " Johnny says. He waves and walks out the door with Darry.

"Um....Dallas we had a date today. That's why I'm all dolled" I say, not looking in his eyes.

DALLAS'S POV

Shit...I'm complete forgot. How could I be so damn stupid!? It's the same every month!

"Baby! I'm so so sorry! I-I complete forgot. It slipped my mind. I-I'll make it up to you!" I say. I had never ever forgotten a date, and this definitely hurt her. And I didn't want her hurt. But I didn't really know how to make it up to her. Well.... I guess there is a way.

"How!? I was so excited for this date! Dallas how could you make it up!?" Y/n says. Her voice was a little angry, but she wasn't raising her voice, which was good...I guess.

"Well...we could start by taking this off" I say, reaching for the thin straps of her dress.

"You know I can't say no to that" she says, letting a smile spread across her beautiful face.

"But we can't fuck on one of the Curtis' beds"

"We can take their parents old room....or Sodapop's room because he sleeps with Pony"

"You lead the way" she says. I smile and grab her hand, taking her to their parents old room. Lots of the things were moved out, and put into storage, so it was quite empty.

Y/N POV

It was most certainly a little weird that we were about to have sex in their house, but God I needed him right here right now, and it was so weird. I was so mad at him and now I'm aching for him inside me. Dallas spun me around, bringing me away from my thoughts and back to reality. My back was to him.... He lifts my skirt up and feels me through my lace panties.

"Baby...you're very wet. Why is that?" He asks teasingly

"B-because you said you'd make it up to me...a-and I really like that we're going to do it this way" I say a little nervous.

"Good..." He says. He slowly unzips my dress, and it falls to the floor. I shudder at the cold air hitting my exposed breasts.

"No bra? Mmm" He says. He cups my breasts, and slowly starts to massage them. He starts to kiss my neck, leaving a hickey. I let out little whimpers as he nibbles at my sensitive skin.

"Dallas" I moan out.

"Yes darling?" He asks, pulling his head away from my neck.

"That feels nice...but can we do something else?" I ask softy.

"Of course darling. You tell me what you want. Tonight you can take charge" he says.

"How about you take your shirt and jeans of baby" I say. He steps away from me, and I hear him undo his buckle and pull his jeans down. He pulls his shirt off, and he walks back over.

"Is this better?" He asks. I could feel his warm body up against mine, and his bulge against my ass.

"Yes. Now...how about you get on your knees in front of me" I suggest. He walks in front of me, and slowly gets on his knees. He looks up at me....and he looked so submissive. It was so hot, and it most certainly made the pool in my underwear worse. He reaches for my panties, and pulls them off. They fall to my ankles, and I step forward, and away from them. His nose is right above my wetness. He reaches a hand up, and feels me again. I whimper at the feeling of his digits on me.

"So wet for me" he whispers, the warm air coming from his mouth hitting my pussy. I buck my hips forward, and hit his lips. I pull them back and Dallas leans forward and into me. He wraps his arms around my thighs, as his tongue connects with my arousal soaked cunt. I let out soft moans. He felt so good, and he always knew what I needed and how I wanted it. That's what I loved about him. His tongue went between my lips, and circled my clit before going back and teasing my entrance.

"Mmmm" I moan out. My one hand was massaging my breast and the other was tangled in Dally's hair. My head was tilted back in pleasure, and my eyes were closed for the same reason. One of Dallas's arms slowly departs from my leg, and goes to my pussy. Dallas pulls the tip of his tongue out of me, and replaces it with a finger. I let out a loud moan, and then Dallas adds another digit inside. I whimper and moan as he makes me feel good. He moved his fingers in and out slowly, and his tongue circles, sucks and nibbles on my clit. He hasn't done that before...he hasn't nibbled on me but it felt to damn good. Too good to keep my moans down. I was loudly moaning at all the sensations. Dallas hums into me, sending vibrations through my core.

"Dallas! Mmmm! You're making me feel so good!" I cry out. He hums again. I buck my hips and then pull them back. He starts to do everything a little faster, getting me closer and closer to my release. He's looking up at me with eyes full of love and full of the need to make me feel good. They could send me over the edge, and they did. My body starts to tremble and shake as I cum. Dallas quickly stands up, and holds my body with one hand, his other hand it's fingers still in me. He makes small little thrusts, almost unnoticeable, as I ride out my high. I lean into his body once I'm done, and he pets my hair.

"Good girl" he says. He finally pulls his fingers out of me, and they're coated with my juices. He lifts his hand up to my lips, and taps my lips. I open up my mouth, and he puts his digits in my mouth.

"Mmmmmm" I moan out as I taste myself. I suck on him, and I run my tongue on and between his fingers, cleaning them off. He looks at me with a mischievous smirk. He knew what he was doing, making me submissive again. I'm not sure I would let it happen though.... After a minute, he pulls his fingers out of my mouth. I swallow every last bit of the juices in my mouth.

DALLAS'S POV

She was hot when she was all dominate. I'm not really a submissive guy but god she could change that and I loved that.

"I think I want you on the bed..." She says. I walk over to the bed and lie down. She comes over and straddles me, making me harder than ever. She takes my boxers off, throwing them to the side. Y/n takes my hard cock in her hands any slowly pumps it, speaking all my pre-cum all over my member.

"Dallas darling, do you have a condom?" She asks all hot.

"Y-yes. It's in my wallet. I can grab it if you'd like" I reply a little nervous for God knows why.

"No its ok" she says. She gets up, and walks over to my jeans, pulling my wallet out of them. She opens it up and takes a look

"Dallas Tucker Winston...aged 21?" she says, reading my ID.

"I almost forgot your middle name was Tucker...so cute. But why 21?" she says. Her voice gets all high pitched when she says cute, like she's talking to her dog. She fumbles through my wallet in the darkness, and finds the condom I keep in there. She walks back over too me, straddles me again, and opens up the condom. She rolls it on and I buck my hips up at her light touch. I needed more so badly.

"It says 21 so I can buy bee-" Y/n aligns my member with her entrance, and slowly slides down on it. The pleasure of her in me cuts me off. She lets out loud moans and whimpers as her hole gets stretched by my cock.

"Feel good?" I ask.

"Y-yes." She replies. She puts her hands on my stomach and puts her weight on my briefly before starting to go up and down on me. She moves her hands and puts them on my thighs so she can lean back in all her pleasure. She leans back slightly and knocks her head back. She starts off with slow bounces, and then starts going way faster. She's a loud moaning mess for me...

Y/N POV

It has been a little bit since Dallas and I had sex, so it felt better than it usually would because of waiting so long.

"Aaah. Dally it feels t-too good" I say. All Dallas does is place his hands on my hips, steadying me and helping me go up and down. After a little bit he moves one hand and rapidly starts to rub my clit. The pleasure was too much, but I still wanted to go so much longer.

"D-dallas can I please cum!?" I plead and whine

DALLAS'S POV

Even though she was very dominant right now, it was so hot to see her be submissive and ask to cum.

"Wait a little bit ok?"

Y/N POV

I was glad and mad he told me to wait because soon it would be too much. I could feels myself pulse and clench on him for a split second and go back to normal as I neared the edge.

"DALLY PLEASE I NEED TO CUM!" I yell and plead for his permission.

"Go darling! Come on, cum on my cock." He says as I start to cum. I completely lose myself and fall onto his perfect body to steady me. My head was knocked back and my back was arched so my stomach was pushed closer to his. He wraps his arms around my shaking body. I soon calm down, and he kisses my head.

"You did so good baby. Good girl" he coos. All I can do is hum.

"I have to get up. I have to clean you up baby." He says. I pout not wanting his cock to leave from inside of me. He smiles at me.

"Ok... fine" I say. I slowly get off him and plop next to him instead. He stand up and pulls his boxers back on.

"I'll be back ok?"

"Ok" I respond. I go under the covers and cozy up as I wait for Dally. He comes back quickly and kneels on the bed. He holding a towel. He slides his hands under the blanket and reaches my thigh, rubbing it.

"Open baby, I have to wipe you off" he says very sweetly. He was a very sweet guy when you got to know him.

"Ok" I say in a barley audible whisper. I open up my legs, and he slowly reaches over to my pussy. He wipes my juices with the damp towel and then pulls it away.

"Good girl" he coos. He takes his condom off, ties it, and throws it away. He then cleans his dick off with the towel. He crawls in bed with me and wraps his arms around my waist.

"You did so good tonight. I'm proud baby." Dally praises. God I loved it when he praised me.

"Thank you" I say

"Are you still mad at me" he asks

"Maybe...maybe just thiisss much" I say. I pinch my fingers together with about 3 centimeters between them.

"Ok...that's good" he says with a breathy chuckle. I look up at him and he kisses my lips.

"Let's get some sleep ok?"

"Ok" I say as I snuggle into him. I rest my head on his chest, and wrap my arms around his toned figure.

"I love you" I say

"I love you too" he says. I feel his kiss the top of my head as I close my eyes to sleep. I'm about to drift off when we hear the front door open

"WERE BACK! BUT YOU TWO CAN SLEEP" Darry calls out. I have a feeling he knows what we did....

#the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #fanfic #greaser #kisses #dallas winston #dallas winston smut #smut

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thenightfolknetwork · 5 months

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I didn't mean to. It was an accident. I swear I didn't know. I just...

The town I'm from is secluded, very secluded. Still using landlines and slow and spotty internet secluded. It's one of those towns hidden away by mountains and trees that take days to get in and out of. My point is that news is slow to get in, and about half is debated as rumor and "conspiracies against the common people."

I hope im saying this right. As i said, resources are limited, so please forgive any offense. The "People of the Night" are still thought to be myth here. If there are any um "Nightfolk" here, they haven't made themselves known. Not that I'd blame them, but it would have made this a lot easier, maybe prevented it even. I'm sorry I'm rambling, I'm still a bit shaken.

I thought I was just approachable. When someone's lost or needed help, they'd always find their way to me. No trouble at all, I enjoyed it. But it happened so often, My friends used to say that I "just had one of those faces."

It felt good to be needed. I'd ask how someone was. They'd vent to me what was going on, and I listened. If I could and they wanted it, I'd offer advice, but most just wanted to be heard.

But, a couple of weeks ago, I was walking with my best friend. We were just catching up, nothing serious. It was meant to be a joke, a reference to my tendency of "being one of those faces." I asked her if she had any dark secrets she wanted to share.

She did.

You'd thought I'd told her to do it at knifepoint. Her story came pouring out like an overpowered hose. When she finished, the look she gave me. I can't unsee it.

When it was over, i tried to thank her for trusting me with such sensitive information, but she told me to save it. I don't know how, but we both knew it was my fault.

She told my friend group what happened and now no one wants to speak to me. I tried to explain myself, but they refused to listen or trust what I had to say. Out of frustration, I asked one person why they were avoiding me, and they responded, "Because I always knew you were weird."

There was no denying that I... forced them to tell me that in some way, but it wasn't on purpose! But I must have proved something because now I can't leave my house because everyone is LOOKING at me.

I've been using a paper and pencil to get by as well as trying to learn BSL because im afraid to speak again. How many of those talks that I had were unvoluntary? How many people were forced to be honest and just pretended to be civil because they were scared of me?

I don't know if this is new or something that I'd always done. I'm alone here. The only reason I know as much as I do about the Creature Community is because I accidentally stumbled across your show on my radio.

I dont know who i am anymore. I miss singing and talking to people, but I'm terrified that I'll compel someone by accident. How do I get better? Where do I go from here?

Oh, reader. This must be a very frightening, upsetting time for you. I'm so glad you felt able to reach out to us here at the Nightfolk Network for support.

First of all, I hope you are able to see the difference between taking responsibility for your past actions, and making a martyr of yourself. You have been unthinkingly, unknowingly hurting people, and you do need to recognise that before you can try to make amends. But the harm you caused was entirely accidental. Please, be gentle with yourself.

In terms of practical steps forwards, I can reassure you: you are not alone in your powers, or in finding them difficult to control. Often powers of this kind make themselves known early in an individuals life, and you can imagine how difficult it can be to control the spoken wishes of a babbling toddler.

Nevertheless, many people in your situation go on to live perfectly ordinary lives with good control over their powers. And you have the advantage over a toddler, in that you are not only fully cognisant of the detrimental effects of such powers but also already able to find alternative ways to communicate.

Your first step is to contact your GP and arrange an appointment to discuss the matter. Write them a letter explaining the situation, and emphasising your need to conduct the appointment without speech. In a small, rural community like yours, it's very likely your GP will have little to no personal experience of such cases. But they will be able to refer you to an NHS specialist with whom you can explore possible treatment options.

In most cases, those options will be either medication, behavioural therapy, or more usually a combination of the two. I understand that there is a great deal of stigma around thauma-damping medication. Please, resist this pattern of thought.

Medication is nothing more or less than a tool we might use to help us live our lives. Taking medication does not indicate a lack of effort or will on your part in controlling your powers. It just makes a very difficult thing slightly easier.

However, NHS waiting lists for this type of treatment can be lengthy. In the meantime, I strongly recommend you reach out as best you can to your community. Writing a letter, text or email to your best friend would be a good start, explaining the situation as best you can and leaving the door open for her to rekindle the relationship if she feels able.

Unfortunately, there's nothing you can do to forcibly mend the relationship. You can only present yourself honestly and hope that, in time, you are able to find your way back to something like the friendship you shared before this.

In the meantime, try to connect with other people in the community if you can. The Internet can be a wonderful place to connect with others, and your local library may have information about support groups in the wider area.

Above all, reader, take heart. There is plenty to be hopeful about here. You are not doomed to a life of fearful silence, or of isolation and solitude. With a little work, and plenty of support from the people around you, I see no reason why you shouldn't enjoy a long and happy life full of genuine connection with the people around you.

#answered #the nightfolk network #monstrous agonies

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