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ketterdamskaelishprince · 20 days

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lenore and the yellow wallpaper (a ramble)

so this is all one entire big and large ramble session from me, so ignore if you want because this has no actual point, and i also haven't touched the yellow wallpaper since i handed it in with my coursework so i'm bound to get things wrong. this is no high-brow analysis, this is just be rambling. i've finally gotten the courage as well to go on the big scary tumblr and speak so be nice please :)

anyways, now we have that out of the way– i bring you my observation.

so i've been rereading nevermore (because i am deep in the trenches of my hyperfixation on it right now and have firmly planted myself there) and i noticed something in episode 21 that i remember noticing the first time.

just for a recap, episode 21 is when they're facing the dementophobia trial, and lenore has gotten herself sucked into a hallucination. through this, we (presumably along with her) are shown parts of her past, and the fallout of her brother dying. in a long scene, we basically see the attic which lenore is forced to 'rest' in.

sorry if this is like an obvious tell, but my little rat brain was vibrating out of my seat to say this.

well, first off, let me just give you a little summary of the yellow wallpaper. we have this nameless woman (who's married) who's also our narrator, her husband: john who's a doctor and we also have john's sister: jennie. jennie isn't too important in the summary but she exists and stuff and there's loads of journals out there probably that could tell you super interesting things about her role in the story.

anyways, i digress. the narrator has been diagnosed with slight nervous tendencies and is given the rest cure therapy as treatment. she ends up slowly going insane in the attic (?) which doubles as a nursery, and there's this fugly yellow wallpaper, which the narrator comments to be basically like a crime to art and to colour in general. anyways, the more she stares at this wallpaper and the longer she stays in the attic, she starts to see a woman behind the wallpaper– and the short story ends with her ripping the wallpaper off and freeing the woman but then also, the story ends essentially with her throwing herself out of the window of the attic and yeah, suicide. there's like allusions to the woman behind the wallpaper and her being one at the end, but WE AREN'T FOCUSSING ON THAT, i've rambled enough.

anyways, how does this all link to nevermore?

THIS PANEL RIGHT HERE.

idk, the act of ripping off the wallpaper just distinctly reminded me of the yellow wallpaper, and i have no idea if the creators drew inspo from the yellow wallpaper for this or if it was one of poe's works (i'm not heavily versed in all of his works, but i have a collection of his stuff i should probably sift through and read). but yeah, thought it was cute.

i know thematically they probably vary, but there is something to be said that both of them are in a situation where society wants so badly to silence them and punishes their defiance with the diagnosis 'madness'.

i dunno, just a nice little thought. there's also the whole rest cure therapy too, and the fact that they're both in the attics of their homes– and i presume lenore is in a secluded countryside place here like the narrator of the yellow wallpaper is. so, you know– other connections!

also, as a side note–

this bad boy right here? ether? well some ether smells sweet, so i thought maybe (as a very dumb end to this ramble) that maybe, lenore associates the sweet smelling scent of what she used to be knocked out with to the sweet scent of flowers– i have no idea if that's why she hates flowers but i thought that was a fun little mention. food for thought, you know?

anyways, if you disagree that is totally ok, i truly don't know what i'm talking about half the time, but this has been bouncing on my tiny brain for the past few days and i decided i needed to let it out before i start plaguing the people i know in real life with my obsession. and also, friends, feel free to correct me if i'm disgustingly wrong on anything– i love to learn <3

and... yeah, that's all folks. gonna go rot now :)

#nevermore webtoon #lenore nevermore #nevermore webcomic #lenore vandernacht #lenore is so mad woman luv her very much #the yellow wallpaper enthusiasts forgive me if i sinned with this one #nevermore #i love my little psycho sapphic comic i read every friday !

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cinebration · 1 year

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Don’t Overthink It (Tommy Conlon x Reader) [Request]

😀😀😀I can't even say how happy I am you opened requests. So female with tommy conlon. He moves in across the street from her she can't believe her luck to have such eye candy on her doorstep but would never think of anything happening with him she's happy to admire from afar. She lives alone and is one of those people (like myself) who has anxiety and is shy and social awkward. Any way even though she trys to avoid having to talk to him and such it seems like fate keeps making it happen like maybe he does things like giving her lift home when he sees her out and stuff. And she doesn't know what to be saying to him but he thinks it's cute and is quite flirty with her. And maybe she mentioned something about hating how her garden looks and wakes up one morning to a shirtless Tommy fixing up her garden.😀 Basically him bringing her out of her shell and maybe throw a little kiss in there somewhere if you can. I'm literally screaming inside with excitement I so love when you open request your the best in the business.😘—Requested by anon

Warnings: none

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You woke one morning, shuffled into the kitchen for tea, and glanced out the window as you passed through the living room to see the backend of a moving truck slide out of view, revealing a man with a fighter’s build and a blank expression. You froze, then took a few steps back to better see him.

He reached down and hefted a large box into his arms with an easiness that made your throat constrict. His broad back now facing you, he ascended the porch stairs and disappeared through the open door of the house across the street.

You stared for several heartbeats, hoping to glimpse him again.

The door shut.

Disappointment mingling with a strange elation in your chest, you clutched your mug of tea tighter and wandered away from the temptation beyond the window. It felt like ages since you had seen a man who had engendered such a strong physical reaction from you. You kicked yourself mentally, admonishing yourself to get it together.

It wasn’t like you’d ever get to meet him, let alone have a chance with him. The mere thought of trying to string together more than two words in his presence made your stomach clench, anxiety prickling across your skin. Sweat already itched at your armpits.

No, you wouldn’t meet him or entertain meeting him. It would just cause you pain.

You glimpsed back over your shoulder at the closed door across the street.

Your remote work—working in an office building with coworkers milling about made you want to scream—allowed you the opportunity to notice your new neighbor’s comings and goings. He would leave early in the morning and return late in the evening. You watched him lumber down the sidewalk and ascend his stairs most nights, pretending to watch television when instead you were waiting to see him. You had been convinced his first appearance had been a figment of your imagination.

You still didn’t quite believe he was real. No one had lived in that house for almost a year. Why now?

Because you were lonely and maybe a little stir-crazy. You liked the solitude, like being safely ensconced in your home, interacting face-to-face with as few people as possible unless absolutely necessary. You had never really minded it.

But seeing the neighbor stirred something like…longing deep within you. It constricted your chest and pained you more than you would ever admit to your therapist.

A week after the neighbor moved in, you cried yourself to sleep, one thought circling your mind: It’ll never happen.

You covered the window with curtains after that.

Once a week, you had to leave your house to attend therapy. Though you would have preferred speaking over the phone—regardless of the fact that stirred up panic, too—your therapist, a kind but firm woman, insisted that you leave the confines of your house to see her as part of your treatment.

Every third week of the month, you had to leave for a grocery run. The days varied based on how well you worked up the nerve to step out into the world.

Five days out of the month you ventured past your front door.

The first day you braved the outside after your neighbor had arrived, you dragged along a wire-frame push cart two blocks over to the grocer on the corner of an intersection, diagonal from the pharmacy. Keeping your elbows tucked against your torso and your head down, you kept track of people by their feet as you navigated the aisles as quickly as possible without running. At this hour, there weren’t many customers, so you were able to breathe easier.

Your nightmare was that someone would ask you a question or strike up a conversation for no reason. It hadn’t yet happened, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t.

You plucked several canned goods off the shelf, picking food with long shelf lives. For the things that expired quicker, you selected only that which could be frozen and thawed for later. Practice had made the experience fifteen minutes long, with up to an additional ten minutes for lines at the checkout counter. You had it down to a science.

You rounded an aisle, heading toward the cashier.

Your cart collided with something solid.

Heart leaping into your throat, you jerked your gaze up out of reflex, praying you hadn’t hit a person.

You hadn’t. His hand had stopped the cart in its tracks.

You all but swallowed your tongue as you met blue-green eyes in a face too handsome to look at directly. Tearing your gaze away, you babbled, “I’m sorry!”

“S’okay,” a deep voice answered.

A thrill shot through your guts, chased by mounting dread. You pulled gently on the cart, trying to dislodge his grip, afraid he wouldn’t let go.

He relinquished the cart immediately.

“Sorry,” you mumbled again, trying to steer it around him.

“You live across the street from me, don’t you?”

You jerked your head up again, the breath knocked from your lungs as you swiped your gaze over his large frame.

Your new neighbor.

Throat closing immediately, you glanced down at your hands. Your vice-like grip on the bar turned your knuckles white.

“I’ve just, uh, seen you a couple times through the window.”

Your insides twisted further. He had seen you? That meant he had seen you staring. Cheeks hot with embarrassment, you only managed a distressed noise in your throat.

“I’m Tommy.” A hand slid into your vision.

You wanted to scream. You weren’t prepared for any interactions today beyond exchanging money with the cashier, let alone talk with the man you had fantasized about.

You stuck out your hand quickly, shook his briefly as you blurted your name. Rough callouses slid across your palm, sparking strange electricity up your arm and into your chest. Even as you snatched your hand back, you wanted to experience the feeling again.

“Nice to meet you,” he said.

“Yeah,” you managed, and scurried away from him, your whole neck burning in addition to your face. You were sure he could hear your thundering heartbeat.

Lining up behind a woman whose cart was overflowing, you loaded up the conveyor belt with your items and tried to focus on your breathing. You couldn’t abandon the store or your food, no matter how strong the urge was.

You glanced up at the convex mirror above the checkout line. Tommy approached from the aisle directly opposite.

Guts twisting, you glanced away. Your anxiety told you to pray he wouldn’t come near you, but something else in the back of your mind hoped he would.

He lined up behind you.

Heart thundering loud enough to make your arms and hands shake, you swallowed thickly and focused on the cracks in the plastic wrapped around the cart’s metal hand bar. The woman ahead of you took an eternity to finish. The cashier and bagger took even more time to ring up your items and put them in plastic.

All the while, Tommy stood behind you, calm and quiet, a presence you felt drawn to and simultaneously freaked out by. You hurried out of the store, forced yourself not to sprint even when you hit the sidewalk outside and started back home.

A few minutes later, someone fell into step beside you. Glancing aside, you jumped, nearly overturned your cart.

“I thought maybe you never left your house,” Tommy said. “Today’s the first I’ve seen you leave.”

He hadn’t just seen you—he’d been watching you. You didn’t know how to feel about that. You didn’t have a chance to find out, anxiety rendering your ability to think obsolete. All you could do was keep pushing the cart down the sidewalk. Tears threatened behind your eyes as the silence stretched. Why couldn’t you just be normal? Why couldn’t you talk to him?

Tommy didn’t seem to mind the quiet. He crossed the street with you and walked you to the steps leading up to your house. “I can get that for you.”

Without waiting for a reply, he took the cart from you and lugged it up the stairs. You trudged up after him, your whole body vibrating with anxiety. Some distant part of yourself watched everything from a remove, hoarding up insults to hurl at you later about your behavior.

“Thank you,” you eked out.

“No problem.”

Without another word, Tommy descended the stairs and headed back down the street. To your surprise, he didn’t return home but continued in the direction he normally took most mornings.

He had gone out of his way to walk you home.

Your heart flipped.

I think I need to throw up, you thought, fumbling with your keys.

Two days later, you returned from an unproductive therapy session—your anxiety levels were still too high after your encounter with Tommy—to see the neighbor in question sitting on his porch steps. His hands were wrapped like a fighter, and in one meaty paw was a soda can. He sipped from it as he stared at nothing on the ground.

You hesitated by your steps, watching him. He seemed so distant you almost wanted to reach across space to draw him back.

What? Don’t be stupid.

As if hearing her, Tommy glanced up. The faraway look in his eyes disappeared. He lifted a hand and waved at you.

Swallowing thickly, you jerked a wave back, then scurried inside.

Next week, Tommy was sitting on the steps again. You hesitated, wondering if he would notice you again.

As if on cue, he lifted his head and waved again. His lips didn’t pull into a smile, but his eyes were clear and kind.

You waved again, this time less jerkily, and entered your house with a strange, floating feeling buoying your steps.

Stop that!

The week after, you returned home to find Tommy on your steps. Two cans of soda stood next to his hip.

You hesitated.

“Hey,” he said. “Soda?” He plucked up a can and offered you one.

Nerves twisted your stomach, but you accepted the soda wordlessly. It was your least-favorite brand, but you didn’t care. Tommy popped the lid on his and took a deep gulp, the liquid fizzing.

You didn’t know what to do, so you just stood there, the can clutched between your hands.

“How long’ve you lived around here?” he asked, squinting up at you.

Swallowing thickly, you forced yourself to answer as levelly as possible, “Two-and-a-half years.”

“Do you like it here?”

“Sometimes,” you blurted.

Amusement danced in his eyes. “Only sometimes?”

Embarrassment crept hot up the back of your neck. “Yeah, I guess. You know.” Your shrug felt like a robotic jerk of your limbs.

“Neighbors, huh?”

You caught yourself mid-nod. “Not, uh, not that you’re one of them. Annoying, I mean. Obviously you’re my neighbor.” Horror replaced embarrassment as you realized you were babbling, words spewing out of you and making you all the more a fool.

Tommy nodded. “You wanna go to the movies with me on Friday?”

You froze, your entire body locking down. “W-what?”

“The movies.” He glanced at your horrified expression, frowned. “Or something else, whatever.”

Open your stupid mouth and say something.

Gasping for air, you said, “Me?”

Idiot.

Amusement returned to his blue-green eyes. “Yeah.”

“I, uh…” Hysterical laughter pushed at your lips. “I don’t know.”

He paused. “Well, that’s okay. When you do know, you’ll let me know, huh?”

He stood, taking his can with him.

SAY SOMETHING!

“W-wait.”

He paused, turned back around.

“I, uh…nobody’s ever asked, so, uh, I don’t know how to do this,” you admitted, avoiding his gaze. “I’m not…I’m not good with people.”

“Me neither.”

You snorted. “Sure.”

“Most people I talk to I beat up.”

You jerked your head up, brow furrowing. “What?”

“I’m a fighter. Don’t really meet people outside of that.”

“Oh.”

“That a problem?”

You shook your head. “I’m not sure I can…places make me nervous. I’m not good with people.”

You repeated yourself, dumbass.

Fingers tightening on the can, you stared down at the pull tab, grinding your teeth, waiting for him to say “Forget it” and leave.

“You ever been to the beach?”

Frowning, you glanced back at him. “Um…no?”

“There’s not a lot of people this time of year, but the boardwalk’s still open. We could grab some takeout and then sit out there.”

You blinked in surprise. Anxiety reared its head, but desperate hope shoved it back.

“Yeah, okay.”

The corners of his lips lifted into a faint smile. “Okay.”

Nodding, you forced yourself up the stairs and through the front door, glancing back to see Tommy waiting for you to enter before walking back to his place. Heart pounding with a new feeling you were too afraid to identify, you held onto the soda can and wondered how in the hell you had managed to say yes.

Don’t overthink it, the voice in your head screamed.

Staring at the can, you held it against your chest and tried not to scream from excitement.

#Tommy Conlon x Reader #Tommy Conlon #Tommy Conlon imagine #Tom Hardy x Reader #Tom Hardy #Tom Hardy imagine #Warrior #Warrior (2011)#requests

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faithhopeloveandtherapy · 7 months

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I’m going to see if writing this out in this anonymous space helps me at all.

My dad has cancer. He was diagnosed a couple of years ago. It’s been under control until now, when it has spread quite aggressively to his bones. He called a family zoom meeting and told us. It was two weeks ago, the day after the baby had moved. At the time I had no capacity to deal with another trauma. I actually felt angry that he was imposing another trauma on me when I was already maxed out. Of course I didn’t say that. I messaged my sister to ask if she knew what was going on, and she sent me a screenshot of a message from my mum to her, saying “the appointment was awful but your dad will have to tell you”. This is how we communicate in our family, we are all scared of my dad so we message around him.

Since that meeting, my dad has had another scan and then was awaiting an appointment for decisions on chemotherapy and radiotherapy.

I messaged our family chat (just my parents, sister and me) at the weekend and asked if there was any update. No reply. My sister messages me privately and says, he’s due an appointment on Monday, but she doesn’t want to say that in the family chat in case she gets told off for speaking out of turn because she knows our dad likes to tell things in his own time. (Can you feel the dysfunction bouncing out of the screen?)

On Monday morning, I wonder to myself if the appt will go ahead because there’s a doctors strike here in the UK. I am too scared to ask this in the family chat. Later that day, I message my sister to ask if she knows if the appt has gone ahead. She says as far as she knows it was still planned to happen. On this basis, I message the family chat asking if it’s going ahead. Within an hour, my dad replies that he got the appointment day wrong and it’s not till Thursday.

To anyone in the outside world, we appear a very normal happy functional family, two parents in a loving marriage, two successful, happily married children and a generation of grandchildren . But underneath are layers of complicated stuff that the world doesn’t get to see. We are all scared of my dad, to varying extents and manifesting in various ways. I think I am the most scared, maybe because I faced his anger/impatience the most as a child and tried to shield my younger sister from it, maybe because I am more sensitive and affected by others moods and prone to blaming myself. T knows all this and I wish I could have her back to process what’s happening now with, because in order to try and work through it with a new therapist, they would first need all the back story, which feels so exhausting to go through again.

When we were on holiday with my parents in the summer, it was all (mostly) fine when everyone was together. But one evening everyone else went out to the cinema, leaving me and my dad home alone. I was in such a state of anxiety the entire time, watching the minutes tick down until everyone was back, and praying that he wouldn’t speak to me. I feel so ashamed that this is our relationship and I know my dad would be very hurt and shocked if he knew (he genuinely believes he was an amazing parent), but also the magnitude of trying to unravel it and either shatter his belief in himself or destroy his relationship with me is unthinkable. Aside from anything, I’m just not brave enough.

So I carry on, trying to walk the tightrope of saying the right things at the right time and keeping quiet at the right times, tiptoeing round the emotional landmines, and trying to hold all the complicated feelings of sadness and relief and grief in some sort of same time existence.

And I wonder how bad it should get before I take myself back to therapy.

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intersex-questions · 8 months

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Hey! Wanted to ask, are there any intersex variations that cause early puberty? We started puberty at around 3/4 years old and were further in puberty that our older sister, who was 11 at the time (and going through average puberty). We asked our mom about it, and she got incredibly defensive and upset before she said that she stopped us from eating pizza and ice cream and made us eat fresh fish, which made it stop. I don't really believe her because she lies ALOT (which my entire family is aware of), especially about things regarding my childhood. Not only that, we were poor at the time and we couldn't even afford regular fish from stores much less for fresh fish which was wayy more expensive and my siblings and I don't remember having much fish as a kids unless it was given to us by non-family memebers. And around that time, she started taking us to the doctor to get very painful shots even tho we weren't sick and had all of our vaccines already. Even with all that stuff she claims to have done puberty still didn't really stop. Quite literally, the only thing we didn't experience till we were 12 was shark week, and we started growing boobs at 3, but it stopped and started back at around 8. Apart from that, we had been experiencing everything else since we were 3. It was really difficult and painful growing up like that. People thought it was okay and acceptable to treat us like shit and also adultify us. When we were a pre-teen, certain stuff became much more noticeably masculine looking and we also think we may have hirutism (did the ferriman-gallwey thing and got 23) which also led to our parents becoming way worse to us in regard to this and to more harassment from others. Ah shit im kinda rambling sorry I hope this makes sense

(also regarding the we/our's in this, we have DID and use we/our and i/my interchangeably)

Don't worry, you're making sense! No need for apologies. Rambling is welcome on this blog and is actually very beneficial to me helping and answering your questions/concerns.

(Since you're a system, please note that when I use "you" as a collective to refer to the whole system or all the individuals who relate to or are experiencing what you sent in the ask!)

First off, I'm very sorry about all the hardships you've had to go through. That's awful, and no one deserves that. You are wonderful the way you are.

Now, to answer your questions!

Precocious puberty is the term for early puberty. This is what you experienced. There have been some studies that connect eating fish to delaying puberty, which is why I could think your mother did this.

If you were getting shots, you were likely going through GnRH analogue therapy. GnRH refers to gonadotropin releasing hormone. Gonadotropins are a hormone that affect the gonads (sex organs), gametes (sex cells), and sex horomones. Essentially, these delay development in puberty, but how effective they are and how much they work varies from person to person.

For you, I cannot say if this was medically necessary or not. It depends on the body.

Precocious puberty in itself is often a symptom of or comorbid (commonly occurring with) another condition, however pinpointing its cause is often difficult to impossible. So, basically, yes, it can be because of an intersex variation. It can be caused by or connected to thyroid, pituitary, adrenal glands, and/or ovarian issues/problems/variations, which commonly are connected to intersex conditions.

It can also be caused by brain tumors or brain injury, although I doubt that that is the case since you are still alive and fine today and didn't mention having sustained any brain injuries.

McCune–Albright syndrome is a condition that can cause precocious puberty. It is a genetic disorder that effects the bones, endocrine system, and skin. It is a mosaic condition, which means that there is a presence of more than one genetic line for a given genotype (like a given little genetic message, usually organisms are expected to only have one genotype). It is often characterized by fibrous dysplasia (disorder where bone/marrow has fibrous tissue which leads to it being weak and being susceptible to expansion), endocrine diseases, hyperpigmentation of the skin, hyperthyroidism (excessive thyroid hormones), hypophosphatemia (low phosphate levels in the blood), excess growth hormones, and very rarely Cushing's syndrome (a condition characterized by prolonged exposure to cortisol and glucocotoroid.)

Besides that and certain kinds of tumors/brain lesions, hypothyroidism is the only known cause of true precocious puberty as far as I know.

This is the only thing that could be an intersex variation for an individual that I can think of that has significantly precocious puberty as a symptom. However, I'm sure there are other intersex variations with precocious puberty as symptoms that I'm not thinking of. Many intersex variations have early or late puberty as symptoms.

Precocious puberty can also be caused by langerhans cell histiocytosis and tuber cinereum hamartoma, neither of which are related to intersex conditions as far as I know. (Other than the fact that tumors can affect development and hormonal levels.)

Now, besides all that, I'd just like to say that if you feel if your life experiences are intersex, then you are completely allowed to label as such or assert that you are intersex. Intersex is a term open to anyone who is born with or naturally develops abnormalities in their primary or secondary sex characteristics that fall outside of the understood commonly propagated binary sex model used for humans. Personally, I consider hirsutism as an inherently intersex variation all on its own. Some people believe you need a specific diagnosis to be intersex, but I am of the opinion that, if you feel it fits your life experience, then you are welcome to use it. You never need a specific diagnosis for an intersex variation to be intersex. I also think that precocious puberty can be inherently intersex if an individual knows that it gives them an intersex experience.

I hope that I managed to answer your questions and concerns well enough. Let me know if you have any other questions.

Cheers!

EDIT: Early puberty (not necessarily precocious puberty, but early puberty in general) is often associated with NCAH and LOCAH, which could make sense for you considering you have hirsutism. I talk about NCAH/LOCAH here. Thank you to @chaoticmellows for reminding me! I knew I was forgetting something major. In all actuality, NCAH/LOCAH is the most likely candidate if you did have a specific intersex variation, although you know your body best!

#asks #questions #intersex #mccune-albright syndrome #precocious puberty #hypothyroidism

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obsidiancreates · 1 year

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I first got into this in my Turtles In Time 2012 episode liveblog, most of it is copied from that. This is a no-ninja-no-stakes AU.

So basically I created this idea of them within the concept of “One of those tropes where the heroes are put into a Perfect World dream and have to help each other escape” and Donnie’s would be them all as normal humans. But it was so good I made it a normal They Just Humans AU as well.

So they’re all Japanese, Splinter is a single parent of 5 kids. He’s got his biological daughter, Karai (named Miwa at birth but she’s goin' through a Rebellious Phase right now so she changed it) and his four adopted sons. He’s a trained martial artist, but he never felt a need to train his children very heavily in it, because they live pretty peaceful lives. They know enough to defend themselves if needed, but they’re not ninjas.

They’re quadruplets, but not identical. Splinter finds it curious how they all have varying eye colors but are definitely all blood related. He adopted them sort of by accident, meaning to just foster them for a while when they were babies, but well, they just claimed his heart!

Leo is very into yoga and zen sort of exercise methods. He’s a total nerd, of course, and goes to cosplay conventions pretty regularly. Mikey usually helps him make his homemade cosplays, with extra flair like lights and stuff added by Donnie. He’s decently well-liked in school, except he tends to be a bit of a snitch and a hypocrite at times. He lets his hair grow out the most and wears mostly baggy shirts and plain jeans, very Chill Guy vibes (basically if Leo didn’t have to worry about saving the world all of the time). Editing this from the future: I've now seen all of Rise and this Leo isn't the same Chill Guy Vibes as Rise Leo, this one is more like... like you can sit in a long car ride with him in silence but the silence will never feel awkward or uncomfortable.

Raph is following in his older sister’s footsteps and entering his Rebellious Phase. He’s in therapy for anger issues, and uses sports as a release. He’s on the school football team, still very short but stocky enough to be a good player. He’s a little more balanced thanks to being able to actually go to therapy, so he lashes out less. It’s well-known around school not to mess with The Hamato Siblings, because both the older sister (who’s been known to carry knives around on her) and the short football brother have no issues Pummeling People Who Mess With Their Siblings. Raph tends to wear t-shirts and gym shorts, but sometimes he goes for an all-out Punk Badboy look. Only when he’s really feeling it though, because it’s a real hassle to put the look together in the morning. He keeps his hair pretty short, not buzzed though.

Donnie is willowy and lanky, though surprisingly not wimpy. Splinter makes sure all of his kids exercise regularly, so he’s got lean muscle, but much less than any of his other siblings. He usually doesn’t need glasses, but when he needs to make sure the smallest detail possible is perfect, he has a pair of them. Otherwise his sight is… passable. He’s the kid everyone hopes to be paired with on science projects, because he’ll inevitably end up doing the whole thing himself and be happy to just let you sit there and watch. He likes to tinker with electronics and chemistry, but he’s already planning to go into some field of Biology as a career, possibly something medical. His gap tooth is just because, when that baby tooth fell out, there was no adult tooth to replace it. Genetics, what’re you gonna do? It’s actually what got him curious about biology, so he doesn’t mind it. He prefers sweatshirts usually, or anything easy to toss on in the morning, because he has a bad habit of staying up way too late reading or tinkering. Yes, he is neurodivergent, of course. He usually lets his hair grow out a little, not on purpose, just because he forgets to make the barber’s appointments.

Mikey is a gymnast and an artist! He’s really good at gymnastics and wins competitions pretty often, and would be captain of the school team if he could just get his grades up a little more. He only just got diagnosed with ADHD and is still getting his medication and therapy regiment set up, but he feels good about how things will go once that’s done. He’s also the artist of the family, in that he draws the most. Raph is actually better at the technical aspects of art, but he doesn’t really do much art beyond sometimes going out with Karai to do some graffiti. Mikey however is always doodling and drawing, their house is covered in old wall drawings form when he was small. He has a million fidget toys. He likes to layer up, usually a long sleeved shirt with a jacket, one of the kinds where the torso is denim but the sleeves and hood aren’t, is the minimum he must have every day. He draws on all of his jeans (Donnie actually does too, but he writes down notes to himself and formulas and idea, while Mikey just doodles train-of-thought style). His hair is short and oddly poofy, and always gets in his eyes. How he does gymnastics so well in spite of that is a mystery to all.

Karai is very protective of her brothers, because she’s had one too many people say something about them “not being her real brothers” and it makes her Furious. She’s gotten into a real rebellious phase, because while Splinter is a good dad he can be a little too strict sometimes, and she got tired of it. She got piercings at a friend’s house, started doing the graphic liner, decided to get a big leather jacket and spiked gloves… she loves it, and loves feeling very powerful and badass. She actually isn’t super happy about Raph following in her footsteps so early (she’s a couple years older) but knows he won’t just Stop Doing Stuff, so she usually offers to let him tag along with her trouble so he’s supervised and not out spray painting places alone.

April met the Hamato Clan in freshman year of highschool, she was trying to find her class and they were all arguing in the hallway about where to go. Donnie broke away from the argument and helped her out. She knows he has a crush on her, but he’s a lot less creepy about it in this AU, it’s mainly just he blushes around her a lot and gets self-conscious when they’re alonetogether. But she doesn’t want to make things weird by telling him no, or yes, she’s not sure, so she pretends not to notice. The other brothers basically adopted her as another sister, which Karai also eventually came around to. She’s into things like astrology and tarot cards, but on the downlow, she’s a little embarrassed about it.

Casey was friend with Raph first, both of them trying out for the hockey team at the same time. Raph didn’t end up making the cut, but they stayed friends. Eventually Casey and Donnie realized they both like tinkering and making little gadgets and they became friends, and then Casey was talking about his graffiti art and Mikey joined in and they became friends, and Leo warmed up to him when Raph asked Leo to take over a video game fight for a bit while he went and got some snacks. He thinks Karai is really cool, and Karai trusts him to take care of Raph or the others if Casey convinces them to do some mischief with him.

Splinter tries his best to be a good dad. It can be hard, and he makes lots of mistakes, but he tries. He was raised in a very Traditional household, but all of his children are very much the opposite of that, and he struggles with breaking away from how he was brought up to do things for the sake of not stifling his children. Still, he seeks counseling so he can do his best, especially once Mikey was diagnosed (Donnie hasn’t been diagnosed yet but Splinter has his suspicions) as neurodivergent. He’s still strict, usually, but has been known to soften up sometimes and allow a bit more excitement into their lives and home.

So yeah, that's my 2012 Humans AU!

#tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2012

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dangerous-advantage · 2 years

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To whoever suggested people with autism should make their therapy sessions more like conversations, I love you.

I have been going to therapy for nearly five years now and yesterday was the first time I actually got something new from it.

Not only that, but what I got was so good I want to share some of it with you!

Note: This is specifically for my autism-spec/ADHD people, but feel free to continue, as others might also get something from it!

You may or may not be familiar with the idea of "spoons." Basically, this is a term used mainly by the disability community. It is used to measure the amount of energy someone possesses in a day.

(I've always seen it as having a certain amount of spoonfuls of energy.)

Anyways, you start out the day with a certain amount of spoons. This can vary depending on the day and individual. As the day goes on, you slowly lose spoons. The idea is that activities "cost" a certain amount of spoons. Some cost more and some cost less.

So, what does this have to do with anything?

I've struggled with executive function for a long time, and recently it came to a head. I've looked into many ways to try and combat this without making it worse but never found anything that worked for me.

How, however, by quantifying the amount of energy (spoons) I have in a day, I could get more stuff done by prioritizing things that take fewer spoons. This is kind of revolutionary for me.

That's not all, though.

My level of spoons and need for this method comes directly from my ADHD. However, there is also a separate scale that works in a similar way that has to do with autism.

My two biggest issues are executive dysfunction and overstimulation. So, to combat overstimulation, I invented another way to quantify it.

I decided to call this type "knives." Not only does it connect with the spoons as being cutlery, but it also comes from an analogy that makes sense to me.

When you get stabbed, it's kinda hard to function normally. The more you've been stabbed, the harder it is. In this way, being overstimulated is kind of like being stabbed.

You start out the day with a certain level of knives. Sometimes it's none, sometimes it's many. As you go through the day, activities might add more or less knives. Eventually, you get to a certain level where you are unable to function because you have too many knives (in you.)

These two systems work in tandem. The fewer knives, the more spoons, and vice versa.

By quantifying these things, I can better plan and prioritize, get more things done, and end the day with less overstimulation and more energy overall.

I'm curious about your guys' thoughts on this, or if you implement something similar. I also am open to more ideas about getting fewer knives and more spoons that work with my neurodivergence instead of against them.

Note: Edited for readability.

#long post #tw long post #ND #neurodivergency #autism spectrum #adhd #disability #tw knife mention #tw knife #tw stabbing #tw stabbing mention #ignore spelling/grammar errors #i dont have time for that #executive dysfunction #overstimulation

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Hi! I just wanna share my The Good Witch opinions with you I guess! So I liked it better when I heard it on my second listen..compared to the first. I think it wasn't what I was expecting for some reason..like it was very poppy and mostly a breakup album and the first songs kinda blended together maybe? I liked the second half more for sure..but the Band and I and You're Just a Boy were okay too. I feel like Wendy and Therapy were the only songs that stood out on the first listen. I also enjoy There it Goes and History of Man more now. But it was just weird that I didn't love a lot of songs right away? They were good..but actually didn't make me feel that much. That could be cuz I can't relate to breakup stuff..I prefer like Two Weeks Ago or There it Goes I guess but that might be a personal thing. I wasn't expecting a lot of songs about a breakup from the way she talked about it but I guess the singles were like that too so idk. I think it will grow on me more now that I know how it is. But I also listened to Kelly Clarkson's new album that's basically a divorce album and I enjoyed it..so i still like some breakup songs so idk why my reaction was like that. I still like it..and think it's catchy, like with BSC or Run..lol. I'm sure I'll love it more soon though, and maybe my expectations were high.

yeah I get what you mean, it's overall more poppy and upbeat than i was expcting and i didn't necessarily expect a complete breakup album either. especially because ysuft was quite varied in the song topics, whereas this is a lot more focused (which isn't a bad thing, just different to what we've had from her before). with coming of age then watch i did kind of think i hope it's not just this sound the whole way through, but then it did vary enough for me. some of them the production did have to grow on me a bit, like the first couple of times i listened to wendy i was sort of wishing it was an acoustic track but now i can appreciate the sound it has. hopefully it will grow on you more with time!

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(sorry this is so long) i’m not sure where to go from here. i’m 25 years old. i’ve been trying to figure out my gender identity for several years now. this all started when i tried binding on a whim (i’m afab) and felt so euphoric, idk how to even describe it in words. from 2017-early 2020 i thought for sure that i was a trans man. i was out online with a different name & he/him pronouns, i wore a binder everyday, i dressed in a masculine way, etc. eventually, i was even able to express the feminine parts of my personality without feeling invalid. there were stretches of time, especially early on, when i’d back out mentally & re-enter the closet & try to live as a woman. but eventually it settled, and for the entirety of 2019 i was fully determined to transition medically & come out to everyone once i was able to move out of my mormon parents’ house. but then i suffered through a sudden major personal tragedy in late 2019, followed by the pandemic in 2020, and basically i dropped the entire trans dream between those two events, in probably like february 2020. i developed agoraphobia as well. on top of all of that, i’m autistic, so all this change has been really hard on my brain. since then, i’ve been on this rollercoaster where for a few weeks i’ll try to live happily as a woman, then cave and live as a man, and so on and so forth. it’s driving me nuts. i finally confided in my therapist about my gender stuff, because it’s really affecting my agoraphobia recovery progress, and she officially diagnosed me with gender dysphoria. she firmly believes i need to accept myself, whoever that is, but i don’t know how. there are real moments when i’m ok being a woman. it can be fun to shop for pretty clothes (though they’re usually stuffed to the back of my closet immediately) & have girl talk with my younger sisters. and it’s hard to imagine myself as an old man. but it’s also hard to imagine myself as a mom rather than a dad. i don’t know. maybe i’m so scared my religious conservative family will abandon me if i transition? and maybe the loss i experienced a couple years ago was so awful i’m scared for it to happen again? or what if i’m not trans but just some sort of androgynous woman with internalized misogyny. help?

I'm not sure about how agoraphobia works. Readers if you have any feedback on agoraphobia please share it!

Yeah, I think it's more like you need a better support network that will accept you if you transition into being a man. Like I think you need to have some preparation for abandonment by your religious conservative family.

Even worse, I would be worried about them giving conversion torture under the labels of "conversion therapy" & "religious apologetics". So in case you're facing that, I'd seek out some pro-lgbtqia+ religious apologetics, not necessarily to deprogram them, but to help fight the gaslighting that comes with anti-lgbtqia+.

You already said that you were very okay with being an androgynous man, so I don't think it's a matter of you somehow being an androgynous woman with self-hatred.

Since we live in a patriarchal misogynist/transmisogynist/transandrophobic society, I would look into trans-affirming feminist information so that you can get a better grip on what misogyny is when people try to gas light you like that.)

As for the enjoying the girl talk, are you sure that's not just enjoying talking with others? Also defining "girliness" can vary from group to group, so I would make sure to look into how that's being defined.

Have you applied for health insurance like Medicaid or Obamacare (affordable care act)? Because you're getting to age 26, so you're going to need your own insurance most likely. Like that would help with preparing to be either abandoned or more independent of your parents.

I'm not sure how much of my transition strategies will apply to your situation & what's available by you. I know in my transition before the pandemic, I basically relied on getting my things organized with a therapist at a therapy office in person because I was not safe from domestic violence when I would talk about my gender issues on the phone. Like I would have to go outside & walk around & find free of charge spaces in order to avoid the people I lived with as much as possible. I had to get a public transit pass in order to get to places without having to be at the mercy of people to drive me.

Good Luck, Peace & Love,

Eve

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Anonymous blog that started as a writing blog. Now it's a bit of a mishmash. Self expression, often unedited and done on mobile. Maybe discourse, maybe rambly posts, who really knows.

Quick rundown: Pro-ship, pro-endogenic systems, pro-kink, pro-sex work, pro being radically inclusive generally. Disabled (physically and mentally, though the distinction is not one we feel needs to be made), queer, tired. 25+ body. We block liberally but do try to be understanding and own up to mistakes.

Feel free to block for any reason. We try to respect DNIs, if they exist/are accessible for us, but don't really think stating one ourselves is worth it. If you want to interact, you will, a DNI isn't going to do much to stop people. If you don't want to interact because of our stances, you aren't going to anyway.

Info on us and what you may expect to find on this blog below the cut.

We are a plural system that prefers using headmate/fictive terms over parts/alters/introjects. Voices will not be given names, and are numbered in order of choosing to use this blog, not by how many are actually here.

Currently:

Voice 1 (They/It)

Voice 2 (She/Her)

Voice 3 (They/It)

Voice: undisclosed (could be anyone, or a mix! Not necessarily a voice given a number.)

Voice 4 (They/Them)

Voice 5 (He/Him, & any)

Topics you may find:

Queer themes

Neurodiverse themes (Autism, ADHD, plurality, trauma, & more)

Cripplepunk/Madpunk/Punk in general

The woes of chronic pain

Lots of identity stuff

Self harm/Suicide/Death

Religious trauma

Unreality/Things of an otherworldly nature as if literal and as if really had happened

Dealing with reality, usually with hopepunk, but like, yikes

Fandomish stuff, maybe. Headmates/fictives being vague probably.

& more!

Any identifying info is not happening. If you think you know us no you don't. NDA this shit. Redirect your brain cells away from suspicion. If you browse thats fine but leave no trace, nature trail visit this place. Coincidences are just that, not even correlation. Or else.

(We'd probably just be embarrassed about being Known(tm) and kinda upset about some stuff being seen thats private but pretend I have a gun for the meme)

Thanks for coming to our ted talk, except psych, bonus ted talk of thoughts will be randomly added below

Anti-psychiatry. Yes we have a psychologist headmate, yes we are in therapy with a therapist who knows about us. Tear down the medical field and rebuild it brick by fucking brick without any brick not being seen to by someone it impacts. No one should be forced to have medical choices and bodily autonomy stripped like that.

As such, obviously, pro self-dx, because dx labels are like. a horrible mess. Half of it is different brands of slightly varied symptoms lining stuff up to see which eye glass you see through best at the eye doctor. Whatever's comfy yall. It's like trauma all the way down anyway. Yes for like, almost everything. Even the biological stuff is exacerbated by trauma. Life in our society is inherently traumatizing for 99.9% of people.

So like. Drugs. Relatedly. Addiction is a societal problem. Free supervised substance use sites is a public health issue. Stop jailing people (disproportionately BIPOC who are often then exploited as prison labor) for drugs. Stop villainizing them. Addicts should be supported, and you know what? If someone wants to do drugs sometimes, let em. They aren't a crime that forever marrs your immortal soul or some shit.

Opiod crisis. Pain relief seeking behavior being classified as drug seeking is costing lives, just give them the prescription. Also on this topic free healthcare. Abortion is an inherent right to bodily autonomy. Let someone trans their gender as much as they please so long as consent is informed. Also palliative care over life-prolonging care any day if the person wishes. Also physician's assisted suicide.

For the love of the vast void or whatever you believe in stop letting cops kill people. Stop letting cops. That's it end of sentence. Redirect funds to better serve the community. Cheer when the station goes up in flames. Also just because you're European doesn't mean you're free of the racism of the US.

More to be added when we feel like it. Also posts may get made abt these separately

#about #about us #about post #info

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gretagerwigsmuse · 2 years

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✨🎶⛔️🙋‍♀️🍦🎨💞🤩

okay first thank you for sending these (i never actually get responses when i do them so much appreciated), ANYWAY we're gonna cover a lot of ground here so....

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

oh god i hate giving myself compliments, but i'd have to say that i think i do a really good job with the little details? like i've been extensively researching where the banquet/party in the follow up to "even when we're wrong in every way..." is going to take place, to where the reader lives (also there are no dry bars in san diego??? a hate crime?? so now i have to think of an alternative)? and all this stuff that seems so fucking small and inconsequential in the long run, but actually makes it so much more enjoyable for me? i also think i write really natural dialogue, which stems from me reading the dialogue out loud like twenty times (and occasionally even 'blocking' out the scene, which sounds so fucking lame). also 'hates giving compliments' yet writes a fucking novel for this one my ass?

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

i'm almost always listening to music because i can't be alone with my thoughts and am one of those people with over 100k listening hours every year on my spotify wrapped. i've been writing a lot of the sequel to "even when we're wrong in every way..." and have made a playlist! pls follow my spotify, i'm shameless at making hyper-specific playlists for every possible feeling i have. and if i ever make a playlist about something, you know i'm all in

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

this made me laugh way too fucking hard - YES i literally have like 100k+ words of fics i've scrapped. most of them are just me running out of inspo or me not being super into the fandom anymore

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

HA no this is hilarious because i literally tell everyone now and all my friends who are so much fucking cooler than me and know absolutely nothing about fandoms etc. LOVE it??? they call them stories tho, not fics which makes me sound so much more legit?? and last night i finally got them all the read "and even when we're wrong in every way..." and the gc was going through it...😉

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

ironically, i feel like my sweetest fic is also my saddest? it's dual pov and shows both of the characters over the course of the school year following their breakup at the end of a summer romance on the cape (total au, my fave). and just how one of them, cassandra, processes her feelings of inadequacy and being the ultimate 'mirrorball' girl, while the other, harry, works through all the trauma and grief associated with his dad passing away that fall and his subsequent slip into addiction and recovery, making him THE ultimate 'this is me trying' boy. and they finally finally work their way back to each other and are all the stronger for it? it's also my most personal work, i def cried through writing at least three of the chapters - don't get me started on the therapy chapter...😭

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

so i've never had anyone make fan art, BUT one of my absolute BESTIES on twitter made an actual EDIT for one of my fics??? like it's unfucking real, i think about it FREQUENTLY

💞 Who's your comfort character?

oh god so this VARIES but i've consistently adored the version of harry bingham i've created in my fics and if you've ever watched the society you're probably like 'jordan he's the literal worst' AND YET i've fixed him and trust fund coke boy brown haired men with daddy issues are my kryptonite. i also go absolutely feral for kendall roy and now bradley bradshaw (i would love to write a fic of him going through therapy and processing his trauma one day)

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

similar to the above, i have to go with harry. i cannot express the hold that writing and exploring his character has on me? i think it stems with them absolutely dropping the ball with his character on the society and also with me identifying with some parts of his character? ALSO now i'm super attached to my smart aleck reader (as sol and i are dubbing her) from "even when we're wrong in every way..." like the sequel/follow up shows such a different side to both her and bradley and how they're working through their relationship six months later. i think one of the things i like most about her (and him to a larger extent) is that i have to show that she doesn't agree with - and even like - this rather large part of his identity and yet they still love each other and are absolutely crazy for each other?? it's been a really fun exercise. plus the smut is fun

THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS

#i def feel like you were here for the top gun insight and yet i make it all about my trust fund coke boy harry bingham #asks

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errantkatana · 2 years

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Hello! It’s time for a small PSA from your local Burly! Just about this blog in particular! (I don’t know what to put here aside from this image of Zero and the little girl he takes care of back home. Look! She cleaned his apartment! And made him soup!)

(I’ll eventually have a little page for this but I like to remind people this way every now and again anyways;)

If I miss a trigger warning, let me know! Even if we aren’t interacting, I still want you to be able to enjoy yourself here. These are all things we should be able to read at our leisure (or avoid altogether!) so no trigger is too ‘small’ to mention!

This blog covers a lot of sensitive and heavy topics, and a lot of you who have stuck around or are familiar with KZ as a game know Zero and the circumstances he’s been through are absolutely unhealthy.

We’ve got a fair share of characters who are this way!

I do a lot of research, but I’m far from perfect. Zero’s gone through a lot of character development, too, but I digress; if anything is off, wrong, or you feel is being misrepresented, let me know!

While these experiences can vary wildly from person to person, I want to be respectful of the things I haven’t personally been through*. (more on this later!)

On the same topic, if there are things you’d rather just not get involved in with Zero’s character, you’re more than welcome to message me.

You don’t have to give me a reason, either! You can just tell me ‘Hey, this is making me really uncomfortable. Can we stop?’ and bam! We’ll stop. No hard feelings! We can retcon or skip what it was, whatever you’d like to do from there.

Under the read more are some extra things I imagine some people might be worried about ; I don’t want this to be too long.

*I’m ok! I know I write a lot of really rough and depressing stuff on this blog. Don’t worry about me!

I am medicated, I have a wonderful support group of friends, and have gone to therapy for many years now; I am just a woefully easy crier with a soft heart, and this blog is a source of catharsis for me. I promise if anything gets too much for me, I will let you know. Otherwise, I signed up for this, and I like seeing people...survive these sort of things, emotionally.

Also, Fifteen-mun and I talk outside of our threads; we’re friends! And neither of us condone any of the unhealthy behavior expressed by the characters we play. We are always making sure we’re both comfortable with what’s going on between them.

Neither of these boys are healthy, and we are both very well aware of it.

That’s all I can think of for now, and hopefully I’ll eventually have a little page dedicated to this stuff soon! It’s a little overdue.

Thank you for reading, and again, don’t be afraid to message me via IMs, Ask, or even ask for my discord!

#;; out of chronos #everyone's been beyond wonderful here!!#I just want you to know that you are more than welcome to let me know if I've crossed any boundaries

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kath-artic · 6 months

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since im on the topic i wanna play around in this space a little more

growing up i was a very private person. sure, my best friends knew about problems at home and my struggles with mental health, but i never talked to them about the things i cared about or the people i liked. love was such a valuable thing that to talk about it frivolously seemed sinful and just downright disrespectful to the concept. it had to be protected. this is unfortunately why i stayed in my first relationship for so long. i foolishly thought that i was somehow about infatuation and frivolous love. i thought id know it when i found it and that id never let it go, so i couldnt just admit id made a mistake. regardless, friendships to me were always about being too in the moment to care about anything else. friendship was about silent understanding and play. most of my high school friends were like this. we never talked about our lives outside of school save for one or two times, but we all knew we were all going through something so we'd all keep each other busy all night. we wouldnt leave the school until the janitors kicked us out and then we'd wander the town. every now and then someone would break down and cry and we'd sit there and hold each other, but talking about it hardly seemed necessary at that time. it wasnt until the dam broke for me at the end of my senior year that i started really opening up about stuff. that was my brief Therapy phase. i became obsessed with talking about the trauma id gone through and didnt know how to be someone outside of it for a while, but that was a horrible person to be for me. i feel bad for her and it was important that i was her for a time, but im glad im not anymore. she taught me how to be open, but every time i opened up i exploded and it never felt all that fulfilling. in fact, i found that me "trauma dumping" was just me trying to answer everyones questions before they started prying so theyd think i had nothing to hide. i was afraid of people knowing me at that time. what's more, the concept of meeting new people was exhausting at that time because to know me at that time was to know what id been through and it was hard having to go through it again and again.

leaving fixed me. ive said it before but it remains true. ive realized i love a blank slate and ive realized that knowing me is an innate quality some people do or dont possess in varying degrees. ive realized my story is mine and that i generally like being private because i really only like sharing when i think i'll be understood or when i think it's necessary to expose people to new possibilities. i like knowing lots of people, i like knowing them deeply and intimately, but not necessarily constantly. i dont want people to run dry by dumping all their is to know at my feet at once, which is why i think space is so necessary for me. old friends reaching out is such a joy because theyre a new person at this point! new friends are such a joy because they tend to feel as though theyre old friends! i just like for my circle to be full of as many people who are distinctly themselves as possible and i like to learn something. i know sometimes i have to be the teacher, but i vastly prefer equal exchanges. there are few people i never grow tired of, but they tend to also be the ones who think similarly and likewise go off on their own from time to time. we maintain a healthy distance even though we could just as easily talk forever and ever and never grow bored. i think thats the kind of relationship i can have only one of at a time and its something i reserve for romatic partners. a romantic partner is someone who is eternally interesting. someone i can be close to and still find more new things about. i still like to have space, but the closeness wouldnt make me squirm. we could talk forvever and ever and maybe we just will. idk. but there it is

#personal rant

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yourmoonmomma · 7 months

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hi maple , can you please help me with answering these questions <3

1.will my family overcome our financial problems soon and when? how can i manifest it?

it’s really a hard time for us it’s sad seeing your parents cry or trying to hold it in and working 2-3 jobs just to make it through but all the money goes in debt paying there’s nothing much saved for us to “enjoy” still my parents do so much and use credit cards and stuff to buy things for me and my sibling to fulfill our wish it’s really sad I want to work and help them too but I am not of the legal age to work but still I am trying to find ways on how to help them , my birthday is in a few days i thought of buying many things inspired by my current fav/comfort show’s lead actress they truly give me so much comfort but my studies are declining a lot i am barely passing it saddens me how I am failing my parents when they practically work 24/7 trying to keep up with 2-3 jobs. So I told my mum at first she thought we will be able to get them but suddenly my father had to pay a lot of debts and all their salary went into that but still my mother got me a dress , shoes and inners for my birthday. I was not happy about wearing that dress on my birthday because I had planned on wearing it on a different occasion but now as i am typing this I think I will just wear that I should appreciate that I should appreciate how much they are giving me.

2.do you think I will get love as in someone a good person liking me and friendship within the next 6 months , i want to date just one person and then marry , one person for lifetime i hope i can do that so I am being careful.

3.how can I be very much better in my studies and be the top of my class?

4.how can I manifest for my family’s and my health to be better and healthy?

Thank you so much and also I am sorry i got carried away a lot and quite literally vented but thank you once again 🙏 i feel better after letting this all out I really have no one to share these issues with in that depth and I am trying to be secretive to not let my plan or goals get evil eye - eg

Thank you once again I feel very much better 💖

Hello! I can certainly do my best <3

Yes.

The Emperor reversed - Libra season.

Family - Simply by spending more time with your family. Talk to them. Dream up goals together.

This makes me very sad for you :( Especially with your comment about being too young to work yet. I know that doesn't really tell me how old you are, as the legal age to work, I imagine, varies from country to country, but I feel like it is still an indication that you are quite young, and you, as a child, should not have to worry or fret about your parents finances. And in so, so many cases, the child does have to worry, and feels a sense of responsibility to help. And that makes me sad :( I hope, as you grow older, you're able to seek therapy for this <3

Yes.

Nourish Your Temple - Make sure you are taking care of yourself, and eating properly/enough. It is hard to focus in school or studies when you are not meeting all of your needs, or are hungry.

Dream Journal - Through journaling your manifestations, or lucid dreaming.

You are very welcome, and I hope things begin to improve for you and your family!! Do not ever feel like you have to apologize for ranting or venting or getting something off your chest, I'm happy to be a safe place for you to talk <3 I am glad you were able to get this off your chest!

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House Therapy: Your Home Is Like The Inside Of Your Head

House Therapy is about how your home is like the inside of your head. As above so below, kind of stuff. The way we lay out things within our homes is very much akin to the arrangement upstairs and how we think. Understanding this connection allows us to work with ourselves more effectively. We can change things in our lives by reordering the plan on the ground. Every room inside your house or home has a meaning in regard to your personality. Every particular part of you has a special place within your home. We are all a gathering of voices living under one roof. House Therapy: Your home is like the inside of your head.

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Therapizing Your Life Via Your Home

Each of us is a unique collection of disparate traits and views that we have brought together with the help of family and social conditioning. Our identity is crafted in this manner through our upbringing. We may be one person but that person is made up of various personality traits. The elements within us have appetites. Some say we are like small zoos or nature reserves where a variety of animals roam and play. Problems in our lives are often caused by certain voices not being heard or fed. Domineering parts of ourselves can censor out other parts to the detriment of our own happiness and wellbeing. It is important that all of our characteristics are seen and heard in their appropriate settings. “What Is a Trait? A trait is a personality characteristic that meets three criteria: it must be consistent, stable, and vary from person to person.2 Based on this definition, a trait can be thought of as a relatively stable characteristic that causes individuals to behave in certain ways.” - (Kendra Cherry, 2023)

A Therapy Based On How Houses Are Like Our Filing Systems

Society and family can seem to favour certain parts of ourselves over others. This can cause issues in our lives. Suppressing stuff can work for awhile but eventually these personality traits want to be heard. Inner conflicts can occur within us if we allow these things to be pushed down for too long. The ramifications of this can be destructive to those around us and to our own lives. We each have a life to live and who we truly are must not be impeded in the greater scheme of things. House Therapy can assist in delving into this sometimes complex world. Solutions can be garnered through observation within the House Therapy prism. As above so below.

Photo by Alexander Grey on Pexels.com Open Your Eyes To See Learning to become observant to those things right around you is a worthwhile skill. Finding meaning in the commonplace imbues your life with greater power. Really understanding yourself cannot be over estimated on life’s journey. Getting to know how you think and why you process stuff in this way makes things easier, both in the long run and in the here and now. Check out House Therapy, as a change manifesto and tool for self-awareness. How things are in your life is how things truly are. Open your eyes to see what is already right around you in your home. The mystery is only that you have been blind to it for so long.Sudha Hamilton “Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he’s a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he is to setting.” (Robert Herrick, Hesperides, Or, the Works Both Humane and Divine of Robert Herrick His Noble Numbers) Sudha Hamilton is the author of House Therapy: Discover Who You Really Are At Home. ©House Therapy

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