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just-a-blog-for-polls · 2 months
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academicelephant · 10 months
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*this can be an imaginary character (created by you or someone else) or a real person that you imagine talking to/with you
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hatchet-boy · 2 months
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Generally speaking I do prefer top!Dean however I also believe that if young dean were to meet older sam he would absolutely desperately want for sam to wear The Jacket and fuck him from behind while dean calls him 'daddy' and 'sir' (and maybe just maybe a half whispered 'john'). This would be cathartic for them both I believe.
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ophelia-network · 2 years
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“The deepest level of communication is not communication, but communion. It is wordless. It is beyond words, and it is beyond speech, and it is beyond concept. Not that we discover a new unity. We discover an older unity. My dear brothers and sisters, we are already one. But we imagine that we are not. And what we have to recover is our original unity. What we have to be is what we are.” —Thomas Merton
painting by Claude Verlinde
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another-clive-blog · 5 months
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"I am merely healing my inner child" -Clive Dove, causing more destruction than any other character in the Layton franchise
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burning-academia-if · 6 months
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Picking psychology so my MC can fix herself
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whumpacabra · 17 days
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Session #1
Therapy, past trauma, crying, speech loss, angst, referenced nightmares, referenced past noncon, referenced past character deaths, implied past torture and captivity, dubious psychology by fault of the author
[Follows Hush]
East wasn’t sure what to expect.
This was a medical office unlike any he had been to in the last few months. There were two couches, plush with throw pillows, and a vibrant rug on the floor. The lamplight was warm, and the sun filtering through the blinds made the room feel less claustrophobic. The doctor - Judy Ahsan - was far from intimidating. She was a stocky woman, with a soft round face smiling up at him. She wore a long flowing dress, her silhouette mostly hidden by the floral patterned fabric.
“Easton Howard, correct?” He nodded wordlessly - maybe he should have asked Nathan to come inside with him. Maybe he should have told Nathan he wasn’t ready; he wanted Jackson here. (This felt too much like an interrogation.) “It’s a pleasure to meet you. You can call me Judy. I’m told you prefer East, is that right?”
“Yessir.” His voice was starting to feel impossibly small, out of reach, but he knew that silently nodding again would only make the stress in his chest worse. Judy sat on the couch opposite of him, a clipboard already heavy with paperwork as she uncapped a pen.
“Mr. Jackson has given me a basic understanding of your situation. I want you to know that you’re safe here, and anything you say here is just between you and me.”
“Anything?”
“Unless I believe you are an active danger to yourself or others, nothing you say here leaves this room.” Her dark eyes were gentle, so much like Jackson’s. “And if I do believe you’re a danger to yourself or others, Mr. Jackson wants you to know he would be responsible for you and your actions. No law enforcement will be involved if he can help it. Alright?”
“Alright.” He felt weak, a shallow echo of everything around him.
“Good. Now, you’ve been having trouble sleeping lately, correct?”
“A bit.”
“Given your situation I’m not surprised. Are you just having trouble falling asleep or are you waking up - bad dreams and the like?”
“Both. The dreams are worse.” Gritting out the words felt like pulling teeth. Why were words so difficult? Why did his chest ache with the way Judy’s eyes watched him?
“Do you want to tell me more about the dreams?”
He did. But his throat felt as though it had cinched shut, even breathing a thin whisper of air in his lungs. East stared at her, eyes begging, and somehow, she understood.
“Here, would writing be easier?” She removed some papers and held out the clipboard, which he took in shaking hands. His handwriting was a messy scrawl made worse by the shaking, but forcing himself to articulate the pressure in his chest, the shadows in the night - it was easier than he anticipated.
“Sometimes they’re bad. I don’t know I’m asleep and I’m back there and I never left.” He handed the clipboard back.
“You’ve been through something incredibly traumatic and dreams like that are normal for someone in your situation. Do these dreams wake you up?”
“No. Not those ones - I’m too scared to open my eyes. I think I sleep through the worst of it, but apparently my crying wakes one of the housemates who shares a wall with me.”
“Would it help if your housemate or someone you trusted woke you up from those dreams? So you could wake up, remember that you’re safe, and go back to sleep?”
East thought for moment, rolling the pen between his fingers. Jackson was the only person he trusted without hesitation. He tried to think of even Jackson waking him from one of those nightmares, and his stomach clenched with nausea.
“I don’t know if I trust them enough to do that,” he paused a moment longer before continuing to write, “yet.”
“Well, just keep it in mind. When you’re ready for them to help, ask them about it.” Judy took the clipboard back, using it to steady her own writing for a few moments before handing it back to East. “You said these aren’t the dreams that wake you - the flashbacks. Which ones do wake you up?”
East hesitated. And, at least in that, he was getting more comfortable. Hesitation in the bunker had always been his doom, but here he was allowed to process, to think before acting. But perhaps he shouldn’t have been allowed that, because now he considered writing a lie on the paper before him. But Judy was so soft, the room so cozy, safe -
“How much did Jackson tell you?”
Judy straightened, handing back the clipboard after reading his question. There was still softness in her eyes, but a clear strength as well.
“I know you killed the man that raped you. I know you suffered him for many years.” Her voice was clinical, but her words warmed as she continued. “I’m not here to judge you, East. I’m certainly not here to bring you to court. What’s done is done. I’m here to help you move on and grow beyond it.”
East chewed the inside of his lip until he tasted blood, familiar and metallic and clean.
“I killed other people. Before, for him. I dream…” He took a shuddering breath, the pen slippery on his sweaty grip. “I dream it’s Jackson, or Tierney, or strangers. I kill them for him and then I realize who they are and it scares me awake.”
He handed the clipboard back to her, worrying the tassels on a throw pillow while she read. East couldn’t stand to see her reaction, even if his imagination made it far worse than it could ever be. Safe. He was safe here. Even as Judy took a measured breath, he was safe. Probably.
“The people you killed, did you know them?” He shook his head. He didn’t think so. (Would he remember if he did?) “Why did he have you kill them?”
East shrugged, even as he scribbled the best answer he could muster.
“Fun, maybe. I don’t know - he wanted to make sure I still did as I was told.”
“Was that important to him? That you followed orders?” East nodded, almost tempted to roll his eyes. Of course it was important to his handler - it was worth killing for. “Was it important to you?”
East felt his heart stutter in his chest. Such a simple question, and yet…
He nodded, shame creeping up his throat. It had been important to the Wolf. That was how the Wolf survived - lesson number one: do as you are told without hesitation.
“Was it important to you because doing what he told you to do made things easier for you?” East wanted to hide, he wanted to find a dark place to hide and calm himself down because now he could feel hot, guilty tears sliding down his cheeks -
Judy held out a tissue box, nodding to the wastebasket in the corner.
“How do you calm down, when you wake up from one of these dreams?” East was so grateful she was changing the subject, though his eyes didn’t seem to dry as he wrote his response.
“Get out of bed.” He swallowed back a lump in his throat. “Sit under my desk.”
“Does that help you feel safe?”
“No. But it’s - ” He scratched out the word ‘familiar.’ “When I disobeyed him, he would hurt me, and I’d be left alone in the Box for a while. Dark, cold, cramped. It was a punishment.”
“Why do you think you hide under your desk to calm down after one of these nightmares then?”
“It’s…right. I don’t want to even dream about hurting anyone, so if I go somewhere like the Box it just feels…right.” East still sniffled, but the tears had mostly stopped. Judy read his response, scribbling down her own notes as she spoke.
“Do you want to know what I think?”
“Isn’t telling me what to think why I’m here?”
“No.” A smile quirked at her lips as she took the clipboard back. “You’re here so I can help you think how you want to. But sharing what I think might give you some perspective, if you’d like.” He nodded with a shrug, feeling strangely tired. Barely an hour had passed. “I think you’re not going to hide under your desk as punishment for dreaming about following orders to kill people. I think you’re going there as a punishment because you won’t follow orders to kill anymore, and you know that.”
East furrowed his brow, trying to wrap his head around it. Judy continued, expression open.
“You said doing as you were told was very important - to the point of killing who he told you to kill. And these dreams are so terrible they wake you up because the idea of hurting people is so repulsive to you, even after all that time killing because you were told to…” She shrugged. “Maybe you’re not punishing yourself for your dreams. Maybe you’re punishing yourself because you know, if given the order now, you wouldn’t obey. Which is why it helps calm you after one of these dreams - you know you won’t kill someone because you were told to, so even in a place of punishment, it’s a reminder that you aren’t there anymore. That you’re your own master now.”
(…)
(Was he?)
[Before Butchering]
(Part of my Freelancers: Changing Tides series)
Taglist: @stargeode @sacredwrath
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j-ellyfish · 3 months
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What do you think about hima's announcement on twitter 👀
You mean this, right?
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I don't often check Twitter and your ask was the first hint I got today that something was going on today with Hima's account xD
I'm quite curious to know what this is about!! 👀 Hima has always enjoyed the concept of AUs, so it's nice to see him do something with it again after many years :3 I wonder if this new spin-off thingy will be, conceptually, an evolution of 2pTalia. I think it'd make sense considering Hima surely knows 2pTalia is a thing in the fandom, despite having canonically no relevance so far and they only appeared once in a series of chibi artworks on his old blog. Maybe their personality will be akin to the 2Ps, which in this sense have been completely fanon until now. Also wondering which characters will appear besides the Main8, if any!! :O
Oh btw!! BIG5 caught my attention. What does it refer to..? Like, I've seen it can refer to multiple things ... An interesting one I found though, is that 'Big Five' is a concept associated with a personality trait theory that, among its fields of study, also focus on the possibility that the Country/Culture you grow up in influences your personality (hence certain Countries would score higher on the 'extroverted' trait than others, for instance). Given how Hetalia is about Personified Countries and this new AU deals with the concept of characters having a different personality than the ones we're used to, I guess this might be the thing Himaruya was referring to in that speech bubble, but I guess it's too early to say.
Can't wait for the 8th and see what it is!! <3
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mikoran · 3 months
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mike is like that one scp where no one can describe it and the only description they currently have is that its “not spherical”. i couldnt tell you how to characterize him but i just know that this is Not It
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"My mum's hotter than your mum" - Sigmund Freud, psychologist and professional weirdo
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forfuckssakejim · 9 months
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Me: watches nothing but good omens for the last 5 days
Acheivement Unlocked: You Now Have A Brittish Accent.
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seattlemermaid · 1 year
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Autism Gender Bias
I'm in an Autism Spectrum Disorder class for my speech therapy program, and I'm already getting worked up over what I am reading. My textbook, which was published in 2018, is still saying that autism occurs 1 in 42 boys and 1 in 189 girls, but this does not account for the adult diagnosis of women. Autism goes undiagnosed in girls because girls are usually much better a masking and the autistic traits in women are usually viewed as "quirky", "weird", and "not caring what other people think." Perhaps my textbook is already out of date because there are academic articles from 2018, 2019, 2021 up to today that talk about the gender bias in autism. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.
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parsleymusic · 6 months
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the urge to respond to critique about portrayal of unpolitically correct attitudes or phrases or actions or whatever in regards to mental illness with "what if I told you that it's not my job to tell my readers that when my character says stuff like 'my binge eating disorder is not as bad as my brother's bipolar + PTSD combination; he has to win at something' that it's Bad and the Wrong Attitude to have when it's largely a tongue in cheek joke about living with mental illness and watching the people you love experience a different flavor that is also worse
#one of my characters tells another character that her grandmother committed suicide#and the critiquer said that I should have said died by suicide#because that is now the “correct” way to talk about suicide#and... I know that#I work in the psychology field#and i'm aware of how speech impacts perception#however#my character does not care about this distinction#and honestly neither do I#it doesn't matter to me whether or not you say “committed suicide” or “died by suicide”#and I have had someone close to me kill themselves#it fucking sucks but no amount of “died by suicide” takes away the reality of the action being performed by the person dying#imo it's a cheap trick that purports to discern the complexities of suicide in that people who do it aren't fully to blame for it#but it doesn't! that conversation needs to happen in full without shying away from the reality that the person did choose to die!#I just... I don't know#i want to portray life as it is not as we wish it to be and I'm not writing a message book about mental illness#also this critiquer comes from the YA space and this book is adult and I fear that the gearing towards YA generally meaning a more actively#condemning attitude towards “problematic” attitudes regarding characters that doesn't have to be present in adult fiction#dealing with someone else's mental illness for years and years is taxing and takes a toll on you and that's problematic sometimes#but you know what! everything is!#/this person had a lot of good things to say but there is something so blah about this in particular#“say die by suicide”#no#anyway
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lalalaugenbrot · 4 months
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katyspersonal · 7 months
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^^^ I got this video recommended after watching a couple on UTDR dramas and it is honestly extremely spot on? I am impressed to hear a really thoughtful analysis from the "other side" of the situation, that addresses problems on both sides; creators being more worried about being shunned from the community than about what they did and damage-controlling what is said about them, but also strangers psychoanalyzing a person they don't know who is already irrational from fear and pain in bad faith.
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I am not sure if anyone here finds it handy since I am against the idea of "building up platform" for as long as I remember (I even had instances of purging my following to remain small artist), and I've made sure to cultivate the audience (all ten of my fans xd) with the same mindset who just want to quietly chill with the friendly faces in the corners 🤔 But I never know when one of those "platform and community" kids is looking in my general direction, so why not xD And yes, it is certainly helpful from the side of the observer, to not judge the creators the wrong way. The brain biology bit is hella correct, again, I am impressed by how well it is explained!
#internets#video#use later#youtube#clown world#people#I am against 'cancelling' to a sometimes extreme degree because yeah#like this youtuber correctly said the 'community' does appear to be a blood-hungry monster concerned more with-#-ruining someone than with actually fixing the problem#but in the end it is only a small portion of the community and most people are understanding#fear-mongering of the 'blood-hungry ones' can only do that much if creator genuinely picked themselves up#so yeah a lifehack: 1) step away from the internet until you are calmer and colder#2) come back and apologize genuinely without any regard to what happens with your reputation#again most people know how emotions and mistakes work even on instinctive level without any psychological education#but then the witch-hunters won't use your EXPECTED irrational reactions as 'proof' that you are a bad person#and yes for the love of god never search up your username and avoid reacting to and 'defying' the backlash as much as possible#both people that tried to drag me down I acknowledged directly exactly once and it was more to rant than to 'undo' anything#you both can not and SHOULD not#normal people will see who is the real one and who is malicious just as long as you're honest (like me lol)#defending free speech means defending people's right to talk shit about you unfortunately#I chose to only get involved when there is a legitimate harm towards me (like stalking+lying or hateful ableist propaganda)#Youtube
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