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wispsources · 5 months
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long have i seen folks in the writing community write and create DNIs on their rules for folks to abide from. which, in itself, is okay! however, people often mistake a DNI as being a boundary when the reality is that they are not.
DNIs are not boundaries, they are requests.
Please understand that what i am referring to here are DNIs that are more PERSONAL to an individual. 
General DNIs that most people have the same or similar names for extremely valid and warranted reasons due to their obviously hostile, toxic, and harmful behaviors are NOT what i am talking about here.
While the reasons for personal DNIs are indeed VALID for individuals, what is discomforting for me about many that i have seen are the 'make or break' attitudes that often come with them.
i do truly believe that people should normalize making boundaries for themselves without forcing it upon others and creating ultimatums or asking for requests.
People are allowed to block folks who they do not vibe with. people are allowed to set up said boundaries. But, please DO NOT gatekeep people. i simply do not believe anybody is within their right to force people's hands without being toxic.
Remember, making a boundary is allowed but there is a difference between healthy boundaries and controlling behavior. By definition, a boundary is about YOUR own actions, not somebody else's. There is also a difference between setting a boundary, asking a request, and creating an ultimatum.
setting boundaries is fine. asking for a request is okay, sometimes. creating an ultimatum is not healthy.
A request is: i do not like this person, do not follow them. A boundary is: i do not like this person, if you follow them, then I will not follow you.
a DNI, which stands for 'Do Not Interact' is an explicit request for folks to NOT INTERACT with them if they write X or follow Y. DNIs are not always bad by themselves as they do often come with boundaries:
'dni if xyz because i will not engage in those subjects or want to be close to this person' (notice how the boundary given here is in bold.)
Please remember that DNIs alone are not boundaries though, they are requests. which, i cannot stress this enough, are not always bad. you are allowed to do whatever it is to create a safe place for yourself and curate your dashboard to your own liking.
you are allowed to have a personal DNI. it’s always okay to have them, and i am not saying that anybody shouldn't have them. ultimately, it is how you want to curate your space for yourself. folks are allowed to have their own social circles where they feel safe and comfortable and welcomed.
I also do believe that folks should be allowed to make decisions for themselves as well when it comes to personal relationships outside of social groups.
while you may not get along with a certain individual, that does not necessarily mean that it is the same for others.  forcing another to 'pick' between you or another person is a very harmful mentality to have.
yes, you are allowed and you are so valid in whatever feelings you may have towards/about somebody, but that is YOUR relationship/opinion about that person alone, not anybody else's.
Folks really need to normalize that it is okay if their friends talk to somebody that they don't like on a personal level. its okay if your friend wants to remain a neutral party because they would rather not get involved. its something that shouldn't be and isn't going to be a subject of discussion for the two of you, and it should be respected by both parties.
you can have healthy relationships with boundaries without making ultimatums or requests from others that may put them in an awkward position, especially since personal DNIs are often just personal for yourself. at the end of the day, it is still up to you on what YOU want to do to curate your internet safe space, but please don't do it in a matter where it forces folks into a 'its me or them' decision. that is not fair and it can be controlling and uncomfortable.
i do believe people are allowed to feel safe, but they should not do it with a forced decision of another or make them feel like they have to make a choice between you or another.
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awesomecooperlove · 4 months
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revenantpoet · 3 months
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Munchkins...?
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MUNCHKINS!!!
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aanthonyvb · 1 month
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aether-weather · 9 months
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have a beepo doodle as a token of gratitude for over 300 notes on my last post!! :DD
and in one day too!! ive never had a post blow up that fast!! thank you so much!!
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slutdge · 2 months
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lynnielovestlou · 6 months
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ellie comforts you during a panic attack
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▹▹: this is me trying -taylor swift
꩜ CW: panic attacks , mental breakdown , mention of blood , comfort! ellie , joel is still alive , use of pet names
꩜ synopsis: ellie comforts you during a panic attack
꩜ a/n: hi everyone, i know this is a sensitive topic, which is why i'm adding a trigger warning. i am by no means trying to romanticize panic attacks or glorify them in any way. i can understand that this is a real problem that people struggle with, so if you are sensitive to this, please don't read it <3. if this is insensitive or inaccurate, please let me know. if you need help or resources, please reach out to someone. love you all. <33
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It had never happened before. You'd gone on patrol loads of times, and you'd been fine. Being with Ellie always eased your nerves, because of how quick, protective, and stealthy she was. You barely had to do anything when you were with her, because she felt that it was her duty to protect you.
Something about today felt different than the usual times when you could go on patrol without a single worry on your shoulders. Not getting enough sleep last night plus the three cups of coffee Joel made you didn't help. At all.
Now, there was a pit in the bottom of your stomach. A sinking feeling in your chest that you couldn't shake off. And your lips were a chapped mess.
You and Ellie had been a few yards outside of the QZ walls, and she didn't notice the quiver in your lip. She didn't notice how your knuckles were turning white from how hard you were gripping your gun. She didn't notice how tense you were.
Curse her and her inattentiveness.
While she was completely oblivious to your situation, you tried to calm yourself. The five senses method. Five things you see, five things you smell, five things you taste, five things you feel, and five things you hear.
Touch. Your shirt rubbing on your skin. The leather strap of the gun on your calloused hands. The tightness of your shoelaces. The light breeze on your cheeks. Your teeth sinking into your lips.
Taste. The remaining coffee on your tongue. The bitterness in the back of your throat. The remaining part of your breakfast that had gotten stuck in your teeth. The feeling of your teeth sinking into your lip, and the tiny drops of blood that you had accidentally pierced from your skin.
Sight. Your girlfriend in front of you. The soft, white snow under your feet. The tall, birch trees surrounding Jackson. Your shaky hands, and the way your breathe illuminates in front of you because of the cold.
Sound. The crunchy ice. Your heavy breathing. The leaves swaying in the wind. The bustle of the small town behind you, and your teeth chattering.
Smell. Your lingering soap from yesterdays shower. A fire burning a little ways behind you. A dead animal, probably hidden away in the woods. And the leather on your hands from the handle of the gun.
It distracted you for a little while, but not for long.
When you both had made your way into the heavily wooded part of the forest around Jackson, that was when Ellie finally started to notice something was wrong. She saw the way you were chewing on your lip, and how you were glancing around frequently.
"You good?" She asks as her hands are latched onto her rifle, but not anywhere near how tight yours are around your own. You don't respond, barely even registering that she was speaking to you until you saw her wave her hand in front of your face, "Babe, I asked you a question."
"What?" You say, your voice cracking.
"I asked if you were okay." She repeats, slowing her strides as she reads your body language, "You look pale. What's wrong?"
"Nothing." You say, keeping your eyes ahead. 'Just get though it.' You tell yourself, over and over again. It plays in your head repeatedly, like a broken record.
"Nothing, huh?" She says skeptically, giving you a glance up and down, "Walk in a straight line then."
You hadn't realized how shaky your legs were becoming until Ellie mentioned your unstableness, "I'm fine."
She doesn't believe a single word you say, "Do you need to stop?"
You shake your head in response, your nerves worsening to a deeper degree. You attempt to take a breath, but it gets caught in your throat. You choke on it instead, taking several heaving breaths directly after. Before you knew it, you had dropped your gun in the snow, stumbling backwards into a tree and slamming your back against the bark. You yelp, trying not to let your knees buckle underneath you.
Ellie instantly drops what she's doing, setting her rifle down as she puts her hands on your shoulders, "Hey hey hey... easy, y/n. Easy."
You hold onto her face, desperate for skin-on-skin contact as you pant rapidly. Your heart feels like its trying to head-butt itself out of your chest, your vision blurry with hot tears. There's an irrevocable feeling in your stomach, telling you that you might puke as your breakfast threatens to make a reappearance.
"Calm down, what's going on?" Ellie says, her tone frantic as she holds you upright against the tree, almost pinning you to it so you don't fall, "C'mon, baby, breathe."
When she sees you clutch your hand over your heart and grip your shirt, her face fills with panic. She moves your hand, replacing it with her own as she feels your heartbeat. It's as clear as day how hard it's beating, and her own heart breaks for you.
"I— I can't—" You try to say, but no other words come out. It's like all of the air was sucked out of your lungs, leaving nothing but a dry breath.
"Slow down, slow down." She interrupts, her hand still resting over your chest as she puts the other one on your face, "Tell me what hurts."
You don't respond. Your vision was becoming worse, now starting to see stars, "It- it feels like I'm falling." You take a shaky inhale, your body trembling. With that, Ellie hugs her arms around you, being gentle as to not freak you out. Her warmth engulfs you and it feels like there's a gust of air being pushed back into your lungs.
"Theeeere you go..." She coos, rubbing your back softly as your panic starts to subside. With your face hidden in the crook of her neck, you can finally relax, even a little bit.
"Your heart still hurt?" She whispers, moving your disheveled hair out of your face. You try to speak, but no words come out, "Nod or shake your head, darling."
You nod and hear Ellie sigh.
"Feel tight?" You nod again, and Ellie's face drops with sympathy, "It's okay... it'll go away."
You nod, sinking into her arms as you wipe the remainder of your tears into her shoulder.
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romanceyourdemons · 10 days
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saw a video of a middle school percussion class playing crazy train on the xylophones which absolutely rules, but someone in the comments was saying “this is what kids should be learning in school instead of gender.” sir have you SEEN the metal stars of 70s and 80s?? you could probably learn more about gender nonconformity and drag from glam rock and heavy metal bands than you would in a middle school history class that dedicates half a lecture to stonewall or a middle school health class that dedicates half a lecture to gender and sexuality. i certainly know i did
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heavymetal · 5 months
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This week in 1983, Quiet Riot learned that METAL HEALTH had officially hit #1 on the US album charts. It was the first heavy metal album in history to achieve that level of success, and it is widely thought to be responsible for bringing the L.A. music scene into the national spotlight.
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tkachevskaya · 4 months
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i have to draw this silly guy every time i'm feeling suicidal i just almost went insane with my thoughts maybe I really do need a help maybe please don't be like me, see a therapist
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a-medic-and-his-sass · 6 months
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Finally decided to make time to draw! A redraw of my past icon of Ratchet with his "stole"
instead of feeling bad about not using that time to work on classwork
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burntoutuserboxes · 6 months
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[This user uses rock and metal music to heal from bad emotions.]
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Alright, my name's Dan, I hit things for You Me At Six, I have a dog and a clothing line, and I was far too tempted to intro with a photo where all you can see is my eyes
@ imbouttohaveafxxkinbreakdown
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kalabhuna · 8 months
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"Not all cops" You're right, Hank from Detroit: Become Human would've quit a long time ago but he was written by a french white man
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sleepingghostt · 26 days
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“monster”
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