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unadulteratedsoulsweets · 1 year

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A DC X DP IDEA #9 The Nightgale’s

Imagine this…

Here we have a three-way relationship between Vlad, Maddie, and Jack. The grandfather Clockwork, the children which consist of Jazz, Dan, Danny, and Dani, and a morally gray Fenton clan. The Fenton’s might be descendants of the witches from the Salem trials but what about the name Nightgale?

It was not well-known knowledge that the name Nightgale is a well-known yet old name in the underworld. If you want information, firearms, drugs, protection, and many more it is the Nightgale that you should go as they have been ruling the underground for the past centuries building up their empire from scratch. Ruthless to those they consider their enemies, and saviors to those who are under their care.

Rogues from different parts of the world as well the rogues that the JL members are having trouble as well they pay their respects to the Nightgale’s as the last example namely the Joker disrespected them in the face, got paler, and found at the inch of death and they never mentioned nor crossed territories with them. Lex who tried his shot, almost got an aneurysm due to the fact that a single member of that family merely got to his most secured safe house and waved a black USB in front of him that will destroy him after a tongue lashing as that person explained in the politest voice, he ever heard threatening his entire empire.

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Danny shouldn’t know whether to feel ecstatic or not, on one hand, his parents had accepted him as Phantom, and the number of tears and hugs involved was never to be talked about again. On the other Vlad’s wish came true, how? well, it was when Vlad realized that the reason, he hated his dad for so long is because he was stuck in the pulling the girl’s pig-tails phase. Instead of elementary, it started during their college time together up until now.

Now that both Maddie and Jack knew that both Danny and Vlad are halfas as well realizing his feelings and being added to the family due to the short and small wedding that the three of them had. Vlad revealed that he has children from Jack, namely Dani, and Dan, which sparked an argument between Maddie and Vlad, something he wouldn’t imagine seeing before, about who made their significant other happier or even loved more.

But the problems of the newly made family don’t end there. GIW agents began appearing more frequently and being more aggressive as they leave a destructive path to find Phantom as they believe that he is the most powerful of them all and needed to be eradicated.

Moving to a place where there is an abundance of ectoplasm in the air well-being able to mask their presence as the rest of the members who isn’t a ghost are infected to a certain degree that the GIW considered them as part of the Anti-Ecto laws. Jack told the family to go back to his birthplace as well going back to the family business to protect themselves from the GIW.

Danny had blinked at that statement he thought that the Fenton’s were descendants of witches that survived the Witch Trials and had made their settlement here in Amity when they had initially escaped.

Jack admitted he never wanted such an environment his future family can get into but seeing that their opponent is the government itself he realized that those secrets from his past can now keep his family safe.

He changed his last name to Fenton when he moved city in hope that their enemies may never find the true heir of the Nightgale’s. Ever since he was a kid, he dreamed of living a normal life with a normal family. Don’t get him wrong he loves the family where he was raised but lives a life where everyone will not kill you nor acknowledge you for having a fancy last name. With the support of his family, he embarked on his journey the moment he turned 14, creating a fake identity complete with paperwork that no one would the keenest eyes can make out whether it is real or fake.

Created a nonexistent identity with history in one of the most secluded areas in the world. Secured an identity and was able to intermingle and blend in with the locals to the point he was considered one of them despite not being a local.

Jack explained that being a normal person is quite hard as he was raised in a quite not-so-normal house. When he saw that being a ghostbuster/ scientist is an actual branch of science he immediately took the subject as his cover for his unusual strength, intelligence as well the fact that carries various exotic-looking weapons that can be brushed off as ways to contain ecto-entities.

What he didn’t think through is to be actually interested in the topic to the point he wrote an entire thesis and book about the so-called ghosts. Nor the fact he was able to create a gateway to another dimension on the said subject, married to people who saw and took interest in the said subject, have his son become that said entity as well having an entire family including him to be dead or infected in some sort of shape or form, he still remembers the way he jokingly thought to himself that he only suppose took as a joke as well being a cover seeing that nobody will actually take him seriously or even suspect him as a Nightgale if he took such career path where they were called mad and a joke by the science community itself.

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Racing through the roads using the GAV with an injured Vlad and Danny on the tow along with the entire Fenton’s, Jack raced to Gotham with the only people who he thought can help them.

Apparently, Plasmius was caught by the GIW and was in the middle of live dissection when Phantom broke through the door and rescued the Fruit loop, he may still have slight anger issues towards the man for all the troubles he caused for Danny but the fact he was getting better and made his parents happy made him give the Fruit loop one last chance, but he never said that being petty is off the table.

Rushing in without a plan ended up with him being shoot and skewered a bunch of times but it was his supposed step-father’s life on the line here and he wouldn’t dare to give up.

Releasing as well as destroying everything they have on Ghosts is now a requirement to each GIW facility they encountered may also be a factor on why he now has a bleeding shoulder.

Upon entering Gotham borders they were greeted with chaos, Lady Luck was with them that day as well Lady Gotham, there had been a mass Arkham breakout and each Bat is busy containing the destruction and chaos around Gotham that they didn’t see a weirdly shaped vehicle racing through Downtown Gotham.

Lady Gotham had covered the vehicle with her shadows as she had felt her king and his father in great danger and protected the family from his knights and cities by steering away her knights and destroying any cameras that have caught them.

Knocking franticly on a wooden door of a fairly large house at the just edges of the border of Gotham, a lean young man wearing what looks like a butler’s uniform opened the door and was surprised to see Jack carrying a bloodied teen on his arms and an even bloodier man on his back, behind him a multitude of people carrying various emotions like anger, worry, scared and exhaustion in their faces, the mysterious young man immediately ushered the entire group inside the house.

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Elias Nightgale never thought that he would ever see his son again, nor he expected to have the first meeting between him as well his grandchildren in such a manner.

He knew the existence of his grandchildren as he and Jack had been exchanging letters sick Jack decided to look at the world.

Barking orders his men to guard the premise as well as the group that came with Jack, calling in each of his men to learn everything that his son looks like has hidden from him because last time he checks he used to have only 2 grandchildren it seems now they have multiplied.

Calling in on a family meeting made every Nightgale member from immediate cousins, aunts, and uncles to their great uncles and aunts as well as cousins who were once or thrice removed.

Never once the entire family ever saw the day the current head Elias Nightgale of the Nightgale family ever called for a family emergency family meeting, so they dropped everything and went to the main base where they were greeted by Jack’s family with clear exhaustion and worry etched on their faces.

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Jack began explaining to his dad what he might forget to write in their monthly exchange of letters.

Explaining about the ghosts, his son and spouse, and additional members as well as having an entire branch of government hunting them down just for existing.

It was twice that Jack had seen such murderous rage painted on his father’s space, first when he was tortured and kidnapped by an opposing group and the 2nd one today.

Elias Nightgale as well as the rest of the family are now ready to raid, destroy and raid everything to the ground, but Jazz had stopped them as attacking them might have the blame put on the ghost and have an entirely powered hero after them.

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When Danny woke up and had gotten better, he was ushered to meet up with his paternal grandfather. Upon arriving at the study room he took his time to observe each of his family members, he is quite curious when he saw that his grandfather was 6ft at most and now questioned where his dad had gotten his height, but he saw a beautiful yet scarily tall 6 and 12 ft red-haired woman with the brightest hazel eyes he ever saw immediately concluded that she is his grandmother.

They have discussed that while he and his other father were unconscious that it is best to stay at the home of the Nightgale’s to have some sort of protection against the GIW as not only did they have the latest technology but also nobody wanted to mess with the Nightgale’s

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Jack’s family is now intergraded into the Nightgale’s completely, despite the black dealings around them they didn’t bat an eye, as they have developed morally grey morals from the past years, they even had their own roles.

Jack Nightgale became the head of weapon making, using a new type of energy while masking the ectoplasm signature of it pose a problem but was able to overcome, now the Nightgale’s now have one of the most dangerous weapons that were ever made and begin strictly monitoring each one.

Maddie became part of the assassination section of the Family Business, with a ninth-degree black belt as well as a marksman made her the perfect assassin that specifically hunts down rapists and child murderers as well GIW agents that dared to hunt down their families.

Vlad Masters who is currently on par with being the richest man in the country focused on his business, as much as he loved his in-laws, he made such that Vlad Co. stays up and running as well as able to thrive. They needed a continuous flow of funds to be able to renovate the house to a mini-mansion to accommodate the small family, complete with built-in security from both humans and ghosts.

Dan began training the guards as well as being one of their heavy hitters, always out with a mission for their family as well the one sent out to check on the family’s business and dealings in and out of the country.

Jazz has a normal job as a physiatrist building her own little clinic near Criminal alley during the day but by night she is one of the best information specialists gatherers. In interrogation is where she blossoms playing the minds of her victims into telling her the information they hold.

Danny began his training in both being the heir of the Infinite Realms as well the potential next head of the Nightgale’s, Danny pointed out that he is the middle child but sadly all of his siblings voted him as the next head of the family. Training that included weapon handling and execution, using and not using his ghost powers as an advantage, briefings with high-profile people, and private instruction from "constitutional experts".

Lastly, Dani, who is un doubly the best spy there is, able to slip into about anything and able to extract information without alerting their intended target. Having the ability to engage with others as naturally, adaptive, and highly functioning as possible. As a spy, social interaction will take numerous forms, requiring her to be comfortable engaging with people from many walks of life.

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Batman sat in front of the Bat computer for an hour still reviewing the new case about the Nightgale’s.

During his teen years, he was saved by one of their own as his ancestor as well as the first holder of the Wayne name had a long-standing relationship between the Waynes and Nightgale’s, thus saving the heir of the Waynes seemed only right and they have already taken the liberty of torturing and killing his parent’s murderer.

As much as he wanted to cut off any ties the Wayne family between to the Nightgale. It is quite impossible as his family has allotted a considerable size of life debts towards the Nightgale’s and opted to merely watch and observe the family.

It has been a year and a half since their activity has spiked as well as the new cruelty towards specific people who all wore white suits with black shades, having been brutally killed before dumping their bodies. They are still killing people in their usual kills as well as the people who had dared to defy them to the point of extreme torture.

It was also been 6 months since he and his entire family decided to investigate the recent killings of the Nightgales.

It has also been 9 months since Red Hood joined and helped the Nightgale’s in the crusade of killing the people who wore white suits and black shades.

It has also been a year since the new students of the Gotham family aka the Adia siblings namely Jasmine, Danny, and Dani Adia became close friends as civilians of some of the members of the Bat-family.

Just what are the Nightgale's are up to and what are the Adia Siblings hiding?

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PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so don’t forget to tag me though.

#batman #dc #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #dp #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #nightgales

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spaceless-vacuum · 6 months

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Hi my friend sent me your Lynn cub reader fanfic and it was Soo cute!🥰

And I wanted to request something different

But the same thing at the same time

Can I have a yandere link's playtonic x baby hatchling lizalfos female reader

The links found the egg it a weird one and it just hatch in front of them

Like who would be her father and mother figure

And we all know wind is the best big brother!

I just think it funny and think differently links would be good monster fathers and mothers lol

The egg twitched- then bounced. Moving across the ground while bouncing from side to side.

“Is that… I mean is it really?” Sky trailed off. He was asking the question on everyone's mind, Was there really a baby lizalfos in there? Was this where they came from? The group had seen groups of enemies spawn from dust or dark magic- but never considered how they might go about creating their own young once fully grown. It was an assumption they were all born through darkness.

It all felt so natural to just assume the creatures didn't have any young. He had never fought a baby lizalfos or ever heard of one. So why was this egg moving? There was no way this was some egg they carried in as food because if it was they'd have swallowed it by now. Sky looked to the spot where the two lizalfos guards had died. They refused to move even as the rest of their camp was slaughtered.

“Seems like it. I’ve never even seen this before but I've heard the story. Their babies hatch so quickly they're only in eggs for a day or two which makes them hard to spot in the wild.” Twilight tilted his head studying the egg as it twitched again before standing still. It almost knocked itself over. “I don't think it's going to stay in there for much longer.”

“Are you guys just going to talk around or do we plan on actually doing something?” Four was the first to make his way over after clearing out the rest of the camp.

“It's just a baby.” Twilight was quick to defend the egg. He could see the anger in Four, the man wouldn't do anything, but it was smart to remind him that you were no danger. When you hatched you would be too young to do anything and hardly the size of a cat. If you attacked they could manage getting away and leaving you alone. For the sake of a new life in the world he would choose peace.

“It's a monster!” Four couldn't understand why Twilight was acting so nonchalant. Did the rancher really have it in his mind that this thing was anything like his goats? That the moment you hatched you would come out and sniff his hand? Of course not. Ganon’s minions would never know rest. You would either grow up in the wilds and be a killer or by some miracle you would be raised in an environment that would encourage goodwill.

“I’m still unsure about this. Granted it's still a monster, but you guys were wrong about dragons." Both the rancher and smith turned to Sky. He was staring off into the distance. A tell tale sign that he was somewhere else right now. “I mean everyone here thinks they’re evil but I’ve met friendly faces of theirs.”

“If we keep them we’ll have to feed them and keep them out of trouble. It may hurt us or it may imprint and protect us. No way to tell.” Time made his way over with the rest of the group. This was Wild’s era. if anyone would have a good clue what was going on it would be him. Four broke away from the group to ask the champion some questions.

The egg hadn't moved again. Time knew the stomping of their boots and sound of combat couldn't have made you feel safe. It was possible you were too scared to come out. With time maybe you'd grow closer to the group, it was only a matter of time. Both parties were apprehensive of each other. Unsure if the other was friend or foe.

Time knew the men here well enough to know that no matter what happens they would be taking the egg. Everyone could argue about it but it was set in stone. Curiosity would get the better of them all. If they left the camp now- leaving you in it- someone would wrap back around to take the egg. It would cut down on time if they just took the egg and let the baby run off when they hatched.

“You found WHAT?” Wild had heard the news and was going to rush over at any moment. Time scooped the egg up with both hands. You could fit in one but he wanted to make sure he didn't drop you. The boys wouldn't let him live it down if he did. It felt a bit rude to be taking you from what was your home. He knew however that your family was dead. taking you with them to a palace more packed with food was your ebay chance at survival.

“Our leader has spoken.” Twilight studied the old man's face. There wasn't a sliver of doubt in his mind that they would be taking the child with them. The rancher knew where to look to see the curious child that was hidden in their commander. The other may only see the kind and tough leader but his elusive other self was right there underneath the surface. Time had let his curiosity and hope get the better of him- or maybe make him better than the rest.

Wild was the first to run over. Hyrule was rushing over as he heard the news. The rest of the group was left to search for loot and make sure no stragglers snuck up on them. Wild was enamoured by the egg. In all his time in the wilds he had never come across one. He assumed they must be rare or well hidden but Hyrule disagreed. He had seen a baby lizalfos along with a few eggs in his home era.

Hyrule was insisting that it wasn't terribly difficult to find an egg or baby even. It was the danger of them that made you lucky if you never found one. The hatchlings were vicious. Born with a ferocious appetite they would eat anything they could get their hands on. They needed a large amount of food to grow up as fast as they could.

They spent very little time in adolescence and grew full size in the matter of weeks or months. Hyrule had never come across an adolescent lizalfos- which only made him think they could grow within a few days if supplied enough food. Why else were there so few accounts? Wild had no need for these accounts. He had heard rumours from stable hands and was sure he knew everything he needed to.

“How cool is all of that?!” Wild was ecstatic. Eyes wide he stared at the egg in Time’s hands. The old man kept trying to walk but was stop by the constant barrage of questions and hands trying to touch the egg.

“No! Not cool at all.” Hyrule turned to Time. “We can't bring this thing into our camp. We don't know-”

“I've made up my mind.” Time was calm as he interrupted Hyule. “We know what we're doing and if the worst happens we'll just leave them and let nature take care of the rest.”

“You don't know how much they eat!” Hyrule said.

“Two WHOLE raw cucos.” Wild stared at Time. “Hyrule said he saw one- a baby- eat two whole raw cucos. Twice the child's size.”

“I'm sure he's exaggerating.” Time was not sure any child could eat that much.

“When I was travelling I came across a baby lizalfos and I saw it eat two whole raw cucos. Whole! I stayed hidden because I had never seen one before and couldn't recognize what it was until it was halfway through the first. If we allow this to hatch in our camp it will eat everything it thinks is food.” Time could see what Hyrule was trying to stay. He was worried about those that had food that wasn't locked up in magical sheikah tech.

“I’m sure we can manage. It won't be able to swallow us whole and the champion can hold all food we don't want them getting their claws on. We won't allow them to just help themselves but there are ways to make sure they get fed.” Time pated the egg and felt it twitch as the child inside moved.

“How big?” Sky turned to Hyrule.

“What?” Hyrule looked past Time to the other man. Twilight was silent watching Wild prance around Time trying to get a better look at the egg now that it was moving again.

“How big was it? A cuco is pretty big, bigger than our egg here. If it ate a whole one it wouldn't be able to move from the weight of something its size stuck in its mouth.” Sky thought he had a good point. Hyrule held out his arms to represent the size of the one he saw. It was roughly the size of a gator. The egg was as big as one of their heads. The newborn hatchling would be too small to eat that much.

“I think we should be more worried about when this’ll hatch.” Twilight moved around Time and put a hand on Wild’s shoulder. He was not able to stand still at all and was bouncing around. You had been moving when they approached to take care of the monsters, and only stopped once the fighting was over. He figured since they were all new they were scarring you from coming out. You had to get used to them first.

“We need to keep moving. We simply don't have the time to wait there all day. We're taking them with us. If we can handle the adults in this camp we can handle whatever the kid throws at us. If they turn out to be hostile we will leave them or take them to a different monster camp.” Time walked out of camp. Everyone followed behind him and made their way back to the road.

. . .

“You can't rush nature. They'll come out when they feel ready to.” Warrior was sick to his stomach watching the champion do something crazy. It was always the fear someone would get hurt while on his watch that got to him. Everyone else watched with their breaths drawn waiting for the champion to finish his task.

“They might be stuck!” Wild had heard stories of this happening. Sometimes baby birds would get stuck in their eggs and would need help coming out or else they wouldn't hatch. You had to intervene or let nature take its course- and take the life of the young in the egg.

“Do you know what you're doing?” Wind was sitting next to Wild helping him by keeping watch. He planned on cracking the egg himself. He was hesitating. The idea of hitting your head terrified him.

Everyone was unloading their packs in the clearing. It was midday and the weather in this region was far too humid to push any further. Faron was a jungle and the line of sight here was terrible. The moment anyone went off road they were out of view. Time was the only one to stay on the road the whole time. Electing not to take shortcuts or other paths so they wouldn't get lost.

He was the one that was holding you for the most part. He was worried you would hatch and scurry away into the underbrush and disappear. The others all got their chance but everyone passed it back once they had their fill. Warrior said the egg reminded him of a dragon which got Sky talking and by the time he was done it was time to call camp. Everyone was exhausted and sore from fighting and then walking for hours; but the most unbearable part was how the egg wouldn't hatch.

It had been hours and not one time did the baby break the shell. Four figured they had the hatch date wrong but Hyrule was sure that they only started moving when they were ready. What was the point of the rocking if it wasn't from you trying to get out. That meant something was wrong. It shouldn't take anymore than an hour or two and it had been double that since they took you along.

“Alright, here goes nothing.” Wild took his right hand and tapped the hilt of his dagger. Just hard enough to hammer the tip of the blade into the shell. He pulled the knife out. There wasn't any blood. He put the tip back in and tilted the knife wedging a sizable piece of shell off. Once it started to give way he removed the knife and pulled it away with his hands.

There was a flash of silver scales through the hole he made. You were in there and moving around. Squirming to try and break out. You had been stuck; not strong enough to break the shell on your own. Wild took another piece of the egg and broke it off. There was now a hole small enough for a hand to fit through.

“Hey Wind, think you can reach in there and pull them out?” Wild tilted the egg towards the kid. His hands were small enough that he would have no problem reaching in and grabbing you.

“Sure thing!” The sailor was all too happy to help out. He reached in and pulled. He had his hand around a leg of yours and was gently tugging you out of your shell. Wild helped out by breaking more of the shell off. In a matter of moments they had managed to free you. The inside of the egg was dry. A testament to however long you had been stuck in it. Everyone watched as a singular silver lizalfos opened its eyes and looked around.

“Well I’ll be.” The rancher was off to the far side of the camp watching. For something so strong you sure weren’t a fighter. They wouldn't have any issue caring for you that was sure.

“Hey everyone! Look!” Wind stood up and held you by one leg; holding you like a prize fish he just caught. The smile on his face was wide and you looked from him to everyone else in the camp out of surprise.

#eye write #linked universe #legend of zelda #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere #platonic relationships #Lizalfos reader #child reader #request

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furiousgoldfish · 1 year

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When abused children get bullied at school it sends a slightly different message to them.

Bullying in general, can be terrifying because of the violence, destruction, toxic social hierarchy that is imposed on the bullied child, the humiliation and the social abuse can be traumatic and scarring, and there's a lack of protection, social isolation and knowledge that even in the public setting, you can be hurt and others will do nothing to help you, nobody will stand up for you. That is, ultimately, rejection from your entire social circle; you're unwanted among your peers, they don't find you worthy of saving, or physical safety. It makes you distrust the society, and the good in people.

But abused kids also get this at home, so it's nothing new; for those abused extensively at home, bullying can even seem like not such a big deal. It was like that for me. When life at home would be a constant death threat, few kids at school destroying my things and mocking me in public seemed like a minor inconvenience. Nothing short of life-threatening violence would even upset me, and the kids at my high school weren't looking to go that far.

Looking back though, I understand that it did more than upset me, it let me know that I'm unwanted everywhere. For those abused in their homes, the only hope is the escape in the outside world, where we could dream, that someone would care enough to make sure we're safe, that the don't die from lack of resources, that we could possibly be loved and protected. But bullying puts an end to that hope before we can even start. It tells us, no, public is just the same as home. There's nothing for you anywhere, we don't want you either. It's going to be the same for you everywhere. It's because you're different and weird and unlovable that this is happening to you; you can see it's not happening to other people, so it must be your fault directly that everyone hates you.

I haven't realized for a long time, how far it reinforced the message of the abusive parents, that I deserve this. That in my case, it was normal, and that I'm ultimately unlovable and nobody could possibly want or protect me. 'Something is wrong with you so we're going to hurt you' is the mantra both of the bullies, and the abusive parents. It goes hand in hand. And having no space where I could relax or feel like I'm not going to get hurt, made the world a worse place for me to live in. Regardless of whether I fought back or not, it didn't change the fact that I was surrounded with people who wished to hurt me, and would take any chance to do so. It made me feel that there is no escape. I was just too weird and something was deeply wrong with me, and everyone could see it and agree upon it.

Except it's not true. Nothing was wrong with me, I was only unprotected. I would have been just fine left alone. Nothing I did was any incentive for any of these people to do harm to me. It was their choice to do so, to make the world less safe for those who don't have anyone standing in their corner, and nowhere to turn to.

What society tells us about us sticks with us for a long time. A message repeated long enough, from enough sources, will end up etched in our brain, without us having the ability to scrub it off. We're sensitive to how we're being perceived, and out perception is affected by what other tell us about us. So when people tell us the worst possible things, no matter how untrue, they stick. We can't know immediately, that they're saying it only to excuse and rationalize their own gross actions. We can't know that they need to say it, in order to frame their crimes against us as just and normal, when they're anything but. It takes intense and conscious training to link people's spoken opinions of us, to what they're intending to do to us. It takes a lot to realize that when they're talking with hatred in their voice about us, they're doing so only in order to create a fake scenario in which they are allowed to hurt us. They don't know or perceive us at all, they only perceive a situation where they can get away with causing harm. Our only crime is existing, unprotected.

#bullying #child on child abuse #high school bullying #child abuse #abusive parents #toxic parents #abuse + bullying

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 5 months

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sigynsilica · 9 months

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If a child wants to earn money, they should be able to do so.

If a child wants to contribute to society in the workforce, they should be able to do so.

If a child wants to work, they should be able to do so.

But not yet.

At this point in human history, to work does not just mean earning money or contributing to society.

It means signing up for exploitation.

The working world is at one of it's most dangerous points in history right now. In some places in the USA, people who do heavy labor outdoors are having to fight to be able to take a break and drink some water.

At the job I work, some of my elderly coworkers are put into agony every day because the company requires us to stand up for eight hours at a time with only three breaks, not to mention while dealing with a constant barrage of customers, some of which are just plain mean. The only exceptions to this rule are people who can afford medical diagnoses for their ailments. Guess which same company doesn't pay these people enough to afford medical diagnoses for their ailments?

And basically no layman's job yields actually fair financial compensation for the work done or the effort put in. Your average CEO makes about four hundred times their typical worker, and the workers are the biggest factor towards the company getting any profit in the first place.

Under these circumstances, it's not ethical for anyone to work, so most people would feel really guilty about making a child do the things they expect of adults. As well they should.

But if we were to create a work environment that is not built around exploitation and seeing how much profit the boss man can wrong from a single human on the payroll, that would be an entirely different story. We're not at a place where a work environment is healthy for anyone in the working class, so we protect children from work. As well we should.

But I think if we get to a point where signing up for a job doesn't mean signing up to let yourself, your time, and your energy be exploited, there would be nothing wrong with letting a child have a job. In fact, I would encourage it. Jobs can be an opportunity to make friends, to find purpose in the work that you do, to learn valuable lessons about the way the world works, and these are all things that are useful to children. We've just got to make work a safe environment for everyone, first.

#child labor #child rights #childism #youth liberation #youthlib #leftism #capitalism

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rangercorpstherapy · 10 months

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Here was my theory about Arazan’s Wolves. Yes, John Flanagan said Alyss is dead and would stay dead. Royal Ranger is my favorite book, her death made the great ending possible. I was sad Alyss died, but it worked well for the plot. Now Will has not had any character development at all since (and let’s be honest, Maddie hasn’t either) so to bring Alyss back would be a great way to change and grow him as a character. Here were my reasons as to why it was possible:

1. No body.

This one is not the best, given the givens, but an inn fire could not have burned hot enough to completely incinerate a body.

2. The inn was likely partially made of stone, which was common in the area (South Araluen, this will be important later) so as the fire flared up in front of her, she could have fallen through the floor and a combination of roof beams and the stone walls could have protected her.

3. If she was alive, why didn’t she go back home to Will? Head injury causing amnesia and massive change in personality (will be important later)

4. She was in Southern Araluen, very near Celtica where the sorceress was. Not too far to walk.

5. The sorceress controls Wargals. We know from Siege of Macindaw that Alyss was susceptible to hypnosis, and her head injury could have changed her enough to make her even more receptive to the mind control magic system in the books to control Wargals.

6. Head wounds can cause severe changes in personality making Alyss want to rule the world.

7. To rule the world, what one has to do is this: control the Wargals to make the locals mine silver for you, buy a bunch of land in Gallica, take over Gallica, and from there take over the world.

8. The Sorceresse’s name. Arazan. In Nihon-Ja, because the locals couldn’t pronounce her name, Alyss went by “Ariss-san” pronounced identically to Arazan.

Personally I think my theory was far better than the book itself. Comments or questions?

I've never been a fan of 'return from the dead' scenarios in general. but honestly, I think it perhaps could work for in this scenario. Perhaps also because arazan's wolves is set a few books after the royal ranger so the twist doesn't feel as cheap. imagine if will and maddie came back home after the entire jory rhul thing just for halt to be on his doorstep and be like 'uhm your dead wife is alive and evil now, sorry.'

I love the idea of alyss becoming an antagonist with no way to ever get her back to her 'normal' state, which would mean that she would have to die or they will never be together again. and I love traumatizing will further than he already is and also indeed bring some much needed character development.

what i would change about your au is maybe the world domination plot point.

Alyss survived a fire, we can safly assume she will have some pretty bad scarring all over her body and/or face. from the the sorcerer of the north we know the people of araluen aren't the most accepting of people with physical differences. so this alyss who is very badly scarred, has no idea where or who she is and is also being ostracized by the communities she asks for help leaves the country.

maybe she saves a direwolf or a direwolf saves her which leads to her forming connections with them or mind control she's unaware of. this would be the first time after the fire incident she would feel loved and safe. she can create a stronghold in the mountains somewhere in celctica were she can live in peace because at this point she way to traumatized by people, and just let her dire wolves kill everyone who comes to close which would in the end lead to the same thing that happens in arazans wolves; will gets called to fix their issues, and angst ensues.

the similarities between arazan and the ariss-san is SUCH a cool observation. it would mean that alyss, somewhere deep down, can n remember her past, but it's distorted and layered in contexts she can't understand. ouch.

But how do you see this ending on the evil alyss route, who kills her? does will try and can't bring himself to do so which means madelyn has to step in? what happens after?

#rangercorpstherapy #rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #alyss mainwaring #you should write this rn

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dandelion-and-fire · 2 years

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When I say that Mike and El should break up, it is purely based on the way that I view either of their characters. I just think that narratively, it’s stunts the growth of both characters and actively goes against their personal arks, as well as the part that they play in the show.

I love both Mike and El. Even after the terrible treatment of Mikes character in S4, Mike is still #2 on my list and El is #6. They are both great characters, but them being in a relationship doesn’t work for their own personal growth.

Let me explain why (some of this is opinion based, but some of it is based on genuine fact, so if you disagree with me, just move on).

#1 Their characters change when they are together:

In the moments in which Mike and Eleven are together, as in Dating and not in close proximity, neither really feels like their own character.

Mike, in his normal moments is very leaderlike, as well as kind, determined, extremely caring of those that he loves, and self sacrificing. He is the type of person who will jump off a cliff if it means protecting his friend or who will sleep in a hospital chair all night so that you don’t feel alone when you wake up. But in the moments where him and El are dating, his entire story becomes about her, with his entire character being reduced to just being in a relationship with El. He loses all importance to the plot other than being her moral support, and all of his character traits disappear. The only time in season 3 where we see old Mike begin to return is when they are broken up. Moments like where him and Lucas bike in the rain to apologize to Will. He can’t be his own character when he is with her.

Eleven, in normal moments, is courageous, curious, strong, intuitive, honest, and tenacious. She is powerful in both her actual powers, as well as her stedfast ideals and her willingness to fight for good and protect her loved ones. Normal Eleven doesn’t let people walk all over her and will always fight back. But when her and Mike are together, she loses several of these qualities. She stops being curious about the world and never strives to learn anything new, she turns into a liar, and her tenacity dwindles. When she is with Mike, she is robbed of her strength (not physical, but mental) and typically her own individuality, usually just reverting to who she was in S1, not who she grew to be afterwards. She (mostly in S4) tries to create a picture of herself that she thinks Mike will most appreciate, and she stops being herself.

#2: Their other relationships always suffer:

When the two are dating, usually their other relationship end up falling to the wayside, as they are so focused on each other that they stop paying attention to everyone else.

Mikes main relationships other than El, are his with Will, Lucas, and Dustin, his relationship with Nancy, and his parental figures, including Hopper and Joyce. Seasons 1&2 show Mike putting these relationships above all else, and doing everything that he possibly can to make sure that they are safe, happy, and okay. Once he’s dating El… basically none of the matters. We see him basically blowing Dustin off, ignoring Will completely, not showing any concern towards Nancy, and actively working against and mocking Hopper. When El is in Cali, he actually returns to caring about his relationship, but the moment he is in Cali, once again, no one matters but El. He can’t seem to pay attention to anyone else but her as she takes over his entire mind.

Elevens main relationship besides Mike, are Hopper and Joyce, Will and Johnathan, Max, and the other boys. When she is with Mike, she doesn’t really seem to want to be around Hopper at all, she fights with Will, she only really became friends with Max after she stopped wanting to be with Mike, and her relationship with the other boys only appears in S1 and brief scenes in the last episode of each season. Mike also consumes her everything, but in a very different way. Eleven was not really raised with any important relationship, other than that of Papa. She was not shown to be close to any of the other experiments and she had a connection with Peter… but we all know what happened there. Mike was the first person to come into her life who she really had a genuine relationship with and because of that she has no idea how to balance anything else.

#3 they fail to grow when they are together:

Basically (and this one could definitely be up for interpretation), I see it as Els arc is about her becoming Independent and Liberated, and Mikes is about… actually, I’m not going to lie, I have no idea, I’ve been trying to figure this out for months, but I’m stumped.

Now, I may not be able to figure out Mike arc, but I do know that his character is restricted when it comes to his relationship with El. We don’t see him grow or change at all, with his character staying pretty much the same for most of seasons 3&4. He hits some (a) milestone in S4, but it does little to actually change or effect his character. He’s not growing or changing. He just continues to remain exactly, blandly, the same. I mean you can’t really grown when your only trait is being in a relationship.

As for Eleven, her whole story has been about growing into her own person and becoming free and independent of the things she was forced to rely on for most of her life. And the way that S4 ended, I feel like she is really really getting to that point, but she still won’t be able to fully reach her truest point of independence until she is alone. I firmly believe that Eleven is one of those characters who shouldn’t be with someone. She deserves, even more than Nancy, to not have to be in a relationship, and to just get to be her own person. When she is with Mike, she often changes herself to better line up with him.

#4 what the cast, crew, and Duffers have had to say:

Even in post season 4 interviews, the Duffers still compare Mike and Els relationship to that of E.T. and Elliot. When Finn Wolfhard talks about their relationship he talks about how Mike saw her as more of a dog that he took in. That doesn’t sound romantic to me. Their relationship outside of the show is rarely framed in a romantic light, and rather shown in a context of Mike seeing Eleven as this otherworldly thing and El seeing Mike as her main connection to the real world. That just doesn’t feel like a good dynamic for a romantic relationship

#5 Eleven needs to be the one to end things:

If they do break up, it needs to be something initiated by Eleven. Her being the one to end things would be a true showcase of her personal independence and growth, and though Mike would be upset, it would be better for him in the long run.

So yeah. That’s my rant. I love both of them, and in the end I just want what’s best for their characters and I personally think that that is for them to break up. They are better suited to be friends as that way they can still love and care for each other, but they both gain back their own personal independence, and their characters are given the room to grow and change.

I tried to keep this as unbiased as possible and to keep all of my personal ship preferences out of it. If you disagree, you’re totally fine, but I don’t need to hear about it.

Thank you for reading.

#mike wheeler #eleven #eleven hopper #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #mileven #byler #elmax #duffer brothers #e.t.#nuance #my fingers are dead #i should go to bed #this took forever #don’t yell at me #will byers #sorry not even remotely sorry #don’t fight me on this #season 5

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honeysuckle-venom · 6 months

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Long DID post, lots of inner world stuff

Kind of want to talk about something that's been going on internally, but it requires a lot of background that I haven't bothered to give for several months. But whatever, I'll try to give an abridged version with enough information that things make sense.

Most of us have fused, but it's not...the same as never having had parts. And we haven't all fused. Last February I discovered a part, I don't know that I've ever talked about her on main and she doesn't have a name I'm willing to share here, but I'm going to call her C. She was around when we were a kid (in fact, I have good reason to believe she's the core/original part. I know not everyone has one of those but I think we do). She went dormant when we were 11, and woke up last spring. When she woke up, it was accompanied by a strong internal knowledge that she had been dead and buried in an internal grave the whole time, and that her coming out of dormancy was her crawling out of her grave and taking breath for the first time in 15 years. But although she's no longer presenting internally as dead like she did when she was dormant, she still stays internal and very rarely fronts. She kind of came along with an internal world, and we did some work in therapy to discover it more clearly, but it felt like discovering rather than creating for the most part. Before she woke up I didn't think the main system had an internal world, but we do now. She lives there, and although Cypher and I have fused, Cypher is kind of...pulling double duty? She's fused with me, but she also lives with C in a cottage in our internal world, acting as C's...bodyguard? Knight? Whatever, her protector. C needs a lot of protection. She's extremely vulnerable and extremely important to me/all of us. Most of why she doesn't front is because she's too fragile still, she's recovering, and she's easily wounded, and it's very very important that she not be wounded. When she's wounded things go very badly. Because of that she mostly stays internal, deep in a cottage in the woods. She very occasionally cofronts, and it's always a wonderful feeling when she does, but it never ever happens unless we're alone or in therapy, and even then it's rare. It takes a lot of effort to communicate with her/get her towards the front, and if anything makes us feel at all unsafe she immediate goes back away and it becomes almost impossible for me to feel her/get in touch with her. I spend a lot of time and effort making things feel soft and gentle and safe enough for her to come forward, because it feels so wonderful and whole and hopeful when I can feel her/cofront with her. But it's hard and when she's gone it's hard to bring myself to do the things that will bring her forward again. But that's an issue for a different post.

Anyway. I fucked up last week. I didn't take appropriate care of C, of making sure she was safe and protected and barricaded before going to see our mom. Of course she wasn't fronting or as far as I know even conscious when we saw mom, but we should have done some special internal visualizations and stuff to keep her extra safe, and we didn't. And now Cypher is furious at me for letting C get hurt. I'd been trying to figure out for days why I was decompensating to this extent and why I was so incredibly angry 24/7, and today in therapy we realized it's because of that. I can't apologize directly to C, or well, I can but the message won't get through the protective layers, and I live internally in a castle very far away from the cottage where she is. My inner world self isn't currently even allowed to know the route to the cottage, it's magically disguised. But I can get a messenger bird to carry a letter to the post office in the village right outside of the woods that Cypher checks every so often, apologizing and promising to do it differently next time. It's funny, because Cypher is both living in the cottage with C and still fused with me, so I can feel the acknowledgement as I'm writing this that the intention to apologize has been heard, but I still need to internally go through the process of visualizing writing the note and tying it to a bird and waiting for it to arrive. Internal worlds are fucking bizarre apparently. Or possibly Cypher split into two so that one version could stay separate to stay inside with C? Unclear. Anyway, I'm going to do that and hopefully it will help us all calm down some.

#does any of this make any sense at all?#who knows!#but whatever things Feel like they're True inside and that's what matters i guess #text post #my post #did stuff #we've also just generally been more dissociated and fragmented since seeing mom #luna and tnf have both been around as distinct alters in a way they haven't in a long time #idk it's just clear we didn't adequately prepare for the visit #but hopefully some time and effort with get everyone back to where we were

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sassygwaine · 1 year

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parts of “unmasking autism” by devon price, phd that made me go oof

I do think when allistic people declare that everyone is a little Autistic, it means they are close to making an important breakthrough about how mental disorders are defined: why do we declare some people broken, and others perfectly normal, when they exhibit the same traits? Where do we draw the line, and why do we even bother doing so? (32)

All too often, the difference between who gets perceived as an innocent, shy Autistic and who gets viewed as creepy, awkward, and obviously disabled is more a function of things like race, gender, and body size than it is any innate difference in personality or behavior. (57)

I was basically a perpetual adolescent, performing intelligence for praise but mismanaging my personal life and not connecting with anyone in a deeper way. (85)

Once you’ve proven yourself capable of suffering in silence, neurotypical people tend to expect you’ll be able to do it forever, no matter the cost. (99)

When the entire world shames people for being into “childish” things, having odd mannerisms, or simply being irritating, you don’t need ABA to program you into compliance. Everyone around you is already doing it. (102)

Unfortunately, when an Autistic person complains about the sensory pain they’re in, people think they’re being overly dramatic, needy, or even downright “crazy.” … They acted as if I chose to be distracted and furious every day. (115)

We often seek out clear “rules” for good behavior, which we then adhere to rigidly, hoping they will keep us socially safe and finally render us worthy. (121)

When many of us were growing up, adults saw us as loud, stubborn, uncaring, overly reactive, and burdensome. We’ve grown up believing we truly are hard to be around, and to love. (144)

Today, his fiction readers tell him he’s fantastic at writing dialogue, and really understands how other people speak and feel. But it’s not because these things come naturally to him. He devoted thousands of hours to picking conversations apart to make sense of them. (161)

We’re more like the protagonist of the video game Katamari Damacy, a freaky, colorful demigod who rolls an ever-growing ball of objects around, each step forward attracting more random items into his ball’s expanding gravitational field until it engulfs the universe. We don’t complete discrete projects. We build worlds. (178)

It’s vital we learn to navigate interactions marked by conflict, and practice standing firm in the face of negative reactions from others. As long as we haven’t abused anyone or violated their rights, it’s okay for our actions to make others unhappy. (193)

At times, unmasking means teaching our neurotypical friends and family to treat us better; in other situations, it may mean disengaging from those who aren’t ever going to be worth the effort. (195)

[regarding friendships worth cultivating:] Who tells me honestly when I’ve hurt them, and gives me a real opportunity to do better? (205)

“I am not a math-minded type of Autistic…I am the kind who thinks about people obsessively.” (219)

In his writing, [Mike] Oliver described disability as a political status, one that is created by the systems that surround us, not our minds and bodies. (230)

Emotions that are too large, passions that are too childish and not profitable, habits that are too repetitive, and bodies and minds that require daily assistance all challenge this incredibly narrow definition of health. It is only by expanding our definition of what is acceptable human behavior and working to meet other people’s manifold needs that we can move forward. (233)

From the Tuskegee Syphilis Study, to Hans Asperger’s research on “high-functioning” Autistics, to the forced lobotomies performed on gay people and communists, immense violence has been done in the name of science and “protecting” the public. (247)

We all deserve to take a step back and ask whether our lives line up with our values, whether the work we do and the face we show to others reflects our genuine self, and if not, what we might want to change. (250)

#unmasking autism #just finished currently processing

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charles-and-camilla-fanfictions · 8 months

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All the Time in the World - Chapter 2

Birkhall, January 2020

Pacing down the corridor to get to him, I make no attempt to plan what I’m going to say. The years spent together have taught me that listening to him is the best tonic to his rage and numbs some of his pain. I am usually the person who calms him down, who makes him see the grey in the problem, who pushes him for greater cohesion in the family, but the entitlement of his youngest son, to the detriment of all his loved ones, rankles. With Harry, it’s difficult to sympathise with the lost little boy inside of him when he’s a fully grown man throwing stones at the people in his privileged life.

Charles’s anger is cold and resentful by the time I reach him but he smiles as I walk in, like always, and greets me with a kiss before launching into a tirade.

“Financially independent? The last phone call I had with Harry was him begging for money.”

“Did you give it to him?” “I’m not a bank!”

“I thought he wanted to be able to support himself like a grown man, rather than relying on his Papa for handouts?”

“Handouts? It’s millions of pounds. ‘We need security. Megan isn’t safe’…” Taking a breath, I swallow my anger and try to rationalise his son’s behaviour. “This isn’t about money. It’s about Megan. He wants her to be the star. All eyes on her, all attention on her. It’s like he’s projecting his mother upon her.”

“He feels like everyone is conspiring against her.”

“He hasn’t exactly helped her…”

“It’s not even true!”

The words are shouted and his sudden outburst startles me. I can see his cheeks colouring red, matching the tip of his nose.

“If he wants to know what real conspiratorial aggression from the firm and the press is like, he should perhaps reflect on what it was like for you!”

“I know…” It’s too close to a nerve that has been exposed for far too long. I watch the vein on his forehead pulsing with the strain of controlling his temper and take his hand into mine. Anything that insults me sends him flying into a hot rage but he is all talk and no action. He takes Harry’s assertion that Megan deserves to be protected from the press as a personal affront because it scratches at his guilt for never really protecting me. To Harry, the world is the enemy which he must fight to avenge his wife. Like his father, he has that same fixation on the negative, that feeling that everyone is out to get him, is against him, coupled with a burning desire to protect the woman he loves. The difference between him and his father is the delivery instrument of change. Harry wishes to blow the world order to pieces and start again. Every slight he encounters must be avenged and every person who stands in his way must be toppled. There’s no middle ground. We either support him or oppose him and any criticism is received like we are throwing knives. He and Megan have created their polarising position but wish for annihilation of the opposing side rather than acceptance. War, not peace. I bow my head to kiss the white tips of Charles’s knuckles and smile as his finger flicks up to stroke my cheek. “We don’t wage all out war in the press. You’ve tried that. You can’t win.”

“She doesn’t understand her role as his wife. She’s meant to be the supportive role, not the lead.”

“She’s a modern woman… Her expectations are very different. Harry’s are too.”

“Then don’t marry a Prince. You can’t change the institution to suit yourself.”

“We did…”

“Not like this, we didn’t.”

“No…” I know my role as a wife. I know we’re not equal in status but we are a partnership. It’s my job to let him shine. One of the most surprising moments in our marriage was when I realised that he wanted me to shine too. Harry is so like his father, desperate to show the world the woman he loves, needing the world to love her too. But there’s no temperance. Where Charles agonises over every decision, determined to make the best one, Harry assumes his feelings are the only correct viewpoint and attacks whomever varies from that perspective. That, he learnt from his mother. I sigh, pulling away from the loop of my thoughts. “I am worried for Harry, though. This has manipulation wrapped all around it. He’s determined to subjugate himself to the stronger woman in his life. It’s never been any different.”

“It’s the hypocrisy which bites…”

“Yes…”

“...nothing is ever good enough for him…”

“No…”

“...the unfairness of the entire situation is infuriating…”

“I know, Darling…” I catch his eyes and tell him I understand. How can I not? I know what it is like to be a social pariah, an actual persona non grata in his family’s eyes, and universally hated. There’s no debate about my treatment by the world, but we worked very slowly, very carefully to bring me to social acceptance. We have fought our own path, but we crafted our image carefully, knowing time was on our side. It might have been unfair, but that’s life. Change has never had a reputation for being quick.

“I’m never going to see my grandchild…”

That makes my heart pang. His tone may be self pitying but this is different. I feel the pain in his words. “Oh, Darling, I’m sure it won’t come to that.”

“Of course it will. He’s going to use his child as emotional leverage. He learnt from the best.”

There’s nothing I can say to that. I just stroke his hand and try to convey as much love as possible into those sad grey eyes.

Harry saw marriage as the cure to the consuming loneliness this life entails. He’s seen our happiness and both resented it and wanted to emulate it simultaneously. However, by the time Charles married me, he was ready to heal, to put the past behind him. I don’t truly understand Harry’s agenda, acting out his personal pain on the international stage. I think it’s just destruction. A child acting out in pain.

“It’s just so sad…”

“Yes… Yes, Darling it is.”

“I’m so sad for him, and I’m so sad for me.”

“I know.”

He sighs and rests his head on my shoulder, my cue to wrap my arms around him, to pull him tightly against me as if I can protect him from everything that hurts him through the ferocity of my love for him.

1990, Middlewick House

“She won’t let me come.”

My stomach sinks into a pit at the sound of his voice. He is so unsure of himself. I uncoil the telephone wire from around my finger and reach for my cigarette. “Darling, he is your son. You don’t need her permission.”

“She’ll cause a scene.”

“He’s your little boy and he needs you. Go.”

“Darling, don’t… I’m just going to make everything worse. I’m dreadful in situations like these.”

“Who are you making it worse for?”

“Diana?”

“Why do you care?” I take a deep inhale of my cigarette and listen to him spluttering to try to rationalise his declaration. “Listen… If it were my son, if it were Tom, I wouldn’t even think about it, I would be there.”

“But you’re his mother. That’s different.”

“And you’re his father. So stop arguing with me and just bloody go.” I hate it when he does this. He’s not a child and Diana’s his wife, not his mother. Nobody should be in charge of what he’s allowed to do in regards to his own children. Incessant, she pulls on any thread she can to anger him and hurt him but he still defends her. The problems with his wife are exacerbated by the way he backs away from her attacks of rage, giving her her own way, letting her control him. Nothing is ever enough for her because she demands that he worships her and he doesn’t have the capacity to pretend.

“I’ll just ring the consultant and check that he is alright. It’ll be better that way.”

“William will not forgive you for not being there. You know that. You know better than this.” Charles never stands his ground with Diana. He screams at her and says the most awful things but when it comes down to it, he has no bite.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“You rang me.”

“Yes, but not to be dictated to.”

“Well bloody well hang up, then.”

“Don’t be like this.”

“Well don’t act so bloody stupid.”

“My mother said to leave it to Diana.”

“Your mother has no maternal instincts in her entire being. Ring your Grandmother, perhaps she’ll say something less idiotic.” I also loath Diana’s martyrdom of motherhood, her insistence that only she can love her sons, that Charles is a terrible father. Smothering her children and then blaming their father for everything wrong, manipulating them, telling them they’re not allowed to hug him, not allowed to kiss him, only her; it shouldn’t be celebrated and I want to punch him when he starts claiming what a wonderful mother she is.

“She’s going to start an argument and scream at me in front of William and in front of everyone.”

“Darling, just go. No announcement. No more calls to her. No arguments. Go. Sweep into the room. Talk to your son. Ignore her. If she starts anything, leave. But then you’ve been and he’ll know you care about him.”

“Of course I care about him!”

“But he needs to know that. He’s only a little boy. Love to him is being there for him.”

“I wish you were coming with me.”

“Darling, if I could, I would. I’d walk you all the way to his room and then push you inside to be his Papa.”

“Thank you, Darling.”

“I love you.”

“Talk later.”

“Later, Darling.”

“Are you sure…”

“Positive. Go…”

“How was he?”

“Well, considering he has a deep gash across the top of his head and concussion, not too bad… Who knew golf clubs could be so destructive in the hands of another child?”

“It was an accident, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, of course. Not that you’d think that, the way Diana was going on about it…”

“Did you manage to stay for long?”

“No.”

“Oh, Darling, are you okay?” I inhale deeply, feeling the rush of nicotine swill through me, calming me.

“I don’t think he wanted me to be there.”

“Of course he did. You’re projecting your own fears onto him.”

“No. He didn’t want me there because Diana made it very obvious she didn’t want me there. Harry was clinging to her like a limpet, a scared little boy, whimpering. William just looked embarrassed. ‘It’s alright, Papa, I’m fine. You can go to work.’ I can’t do anything now. She’s there sitting almost on top of him. She won’t let me anywhere near him.”

I loathe the woman with all my heart but even so I can’t imagine ever hating her so much, I feel that it’s justified to damage my own children in order to hurt her or win a cheap score over her. My heart aches for him. “It’s okay. You’ve been to see him. He’ll remember that. He needed you and you were there.”

“It’s all such a bloody mess.”

“It really is…”

“Yes it is. Yes it is. Why aren’t you here with me? I need you.”

“I believe you have plans I’m not invited to.”

“It’s just beastly not having you here. I’ve got this God-awful opera to go to.”

“I think it’ll be good for you. Take your mind off everything.”

“I don’t want my mind taken off it. I want to be with my son. Or, at the very least, available in case something happens.”

“You have a mobile phone. Take that.”

“I’m not going to enjoy it, sitting there, worrying about him, trying to be jolly with the people I’m with. With you I don’t have to be jolly. Oh Darling, I want to be with you. And I know that if I do go, everyone is going to be saying what a dreadful parent I am.”

“Darling, it’s not a social event, it’s business. Let the papers say what they want. Go if you feel up for it. No one will blame you if you don’t.”

“They’ll be disappointed.”

“Yes… But that’s not really your problem.”

“But it is though…”

“If you feel you should go, then go. Take your mobile phone and then you can keep in touch with Great Ormond Street. If you think you’re too upset, then don’t go.”

“Do you think I should go?”

“Honestly, I think going to the opera is going to stop you worrying for an hour or so.”

“I want you.”

“You always want me.”

“No, I need you. Please come up to London.”

“And do what?”

“Well by the time you get here, climb straight into bed and read a book or something until I get back.”

“So you want me to drive how many hours to London to bed me?”

“No, I want you to drive to London so I can fall asleep in your arms and so tomorrow morning, when I wake up, I will have you with me. I need you, Darling, please come.”

“I’ve got the most awful backache…”

“...Oh, Darling, I’m sorry. If you’re not feeling up for it…”

“Let me finish… but, if you promise to get your staff to run me a hot bath and supply me with a hot water bottle when I arrive, I will gladly spend the night wrapped up with you. And a glass of wine! I think we both need a good Burgundy.”

“I’ll ensure that there’s wine and a hot bath…”

“And a hot water bottle…”

“I’ll be your hot water bottle.”

“I’m your support blanket.”

“Sounds about right. Darling, I can’t wait to see you. Thank you. I love you so much. Everything is so much more manageable when you are here.”

1970, London

Leaning across the table, I reach for his drink and take a sip. He stares at me in disbelief, as though no one has ever had the cheek to do this before and then his eyes slip back to his ongoing battle with himself. I can see the effort required to look at my face rather than my cleavage and it makes me laugh. We’ve spent the majority of the time tonight on the dance floor, elbowing for space and letting him twirl me about. I’m not sure I can say we were coordinated but he was certainly enthusiastic and the complete opposite of what I had expected him to be like. His hands felt good on my waist. His face beaming down at mine was just that little too close.

“Miss Gladys?”

I return from my thoughts and smile at him. “My name is Gladys Clutt.”

“There is no cure…” His mimicry makes me giggle and he looks very pleased with himself. “Spelt with a Masculine G as in Gee Whizz…” How can he quote every line from that show?

“Call me Milla.”

“Milla…” He tests out the name and I can feel his voice reaching inside me. “You’re too far away. I can’t hear you properly.”

I smile, standing up, and hold my hand out to him. The room is darker than before and the music louder. As he takes my hand, I turn and walk into the melé of dancing, the contact with his hand both reassuring and exciting. It’s the time of night where the music slows but so does the world as he reaches his arm around my waist and pulls my back against his chest. I can feel his breath against my neck.

“Here is fine.”

It takes a few breaths to reply, savouring the feel of being wrapped in his arms, controlling the rush it sends through me. “I barely know you.”

“Do you want me to let you go?” He releases me but I don’t move and his hands rest against my hips gently as I allow myself to lean back against him. We sway slightly to the music and I ignore the way my heart is banging against my chest. I want him to kiss my neck. I stretch my head back to give him access but although I feel the tip of his nose brush against my skin, he whispers in my ear instead and I’m left feeling both relieved and slightly disappointed. At some point, he turns me around to face him and then we’re both suddenly far too close. One hand pushes into the small of my back so I’m pressing against him and although I arch my back to try to keep some distance, each time we laugh and joke, I find myself edging closer to him. When the lights flood on at the end of the night, we’re still dancing together and I don’t want to pull apart, wishing the time would stop marching away with itself.

We laugh all the way back to my flat and I fling the door wide open and drag him inside with me by the hand. I see him eyeing the decor. Or my version of decor, which is to drop everything on the floor and fight my way through. I do that with my coat now and notice him removing his, folding it and looking for a clear space to put it. Or perhaps a clean space to put it. My poor, suffering flatmate has actually partially tidied up but I still see that the mess shocks him. That makes me giggle.

“I think you need to sack the maid.”

“I consider myself in too high esteem to fire me.”

“Well you require a cleaner, at the very least. Then you won’t get sick.”

“It’s not that bad!” His face tells me otherwise but I ignore him, opening the lid of the record player. “What do you like to dance to?”

“Anything.”

“Helpful.” I flick through my records and laugh as I pull out ‘Je T'aime...Moi Non Plus’.

“What are you laughing about?”

“You’ll see…” I carefully place the needle on the record and turn to face him, resuming the position we have spent all night in, back in his arms. Looking up at his face, I smile as he recognises the track.

“Are you trying to flirt with me?”

“No. I’m not trying.”

“So you are flirting with me?”

“Evidently.”

He nods, looking pleased and I smile up at him, watching his ears turn pink as we listen to the words of the song.

“I’ve no idea what they’re saying.”

“I’ll translate it to you.”

“I speak French.”

“Je parle mieux Français que toi.”

“You see, I’m watching your lips move and I’m hearing no words.”

“Oh, my love… Like the undecided wave… I’m going, I’m going and I’m coming… Inside you.”

He makes a strange sort of gasp and I see the tips of his ears turn pink. His hands clasp onto me tighter and his eyes are looking at me intensely.

“Entre mes reins… Et je me retiens.” I whisper the words to him, my lips almost on his.

“Don’t.”

“Tu ne veux pas que je me retienne?”

He kisses me rather than answering and I smile at the excitement rushing through my body, but I don’t think he knows what to do with me. He keeps on pulling away to catch his breath and he’s so gentle, I let him control the pace, not wanting to scare him. I was expecting to seduce him, make love to him, but I realise that won’t be happening tonight so instead I relax, allowing myself to enjoy the sensations. He holds me in a tight embrace and I feel like I’m floating with his kisses which wrap around me and flow through me.

“Stay with me.” I feel the panic in his body before he says a word and I’m filled with a need to protect him that surprises me, “I want to kiss you all night. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“I’d like that.”

“I want to curl up with you and kiss you until I fall asleep.”

“I want time to slow so this lasts longer.”

“We have hours until morning, Darling.”

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Me, having to listen to someone speak about Cinder's "unparalleled talent" in combat and how she's the best villain on the show and she deserved all of her victories and her loses were all not her fault or plot mandated: "uh huh, sure. Say, what are you smoking again?"

Me, having to listen to the same person extole Ozpin as having done nothing wrong, Pyrrha is responsible for her own death and Qrow, Ozpin, Goodwitch, and Ironwood shouldnt give it another thought, and there was no problem with how she was given her information and any knowledge gaps in what was told to her were irrelevant, she knew enough: ".........oh, you're one of those"

Me, listening to how someone describes beating Ozpin that one time is supposed to be a sign that Cinder should always be invincible, Salem gettig beat up by Hazel doesnt count because she sucks, all of the other Maidens not having Plot Armor is totally valid, saying Jaune, Ren, and Nora should have died: "whelp, time to drop this discord server"

Hoo boy, I don’t normally do deep essays about my favorite shows, but here goes…

The first and third points you make speak for themselves, anon, and I’m assuming you’re responding to people who like Cinder too much and think she’s more badass than she really is.

The second point is one that I wrestle with. After growing up and realizing how much about the world was kept from me and my peers as kids (either to protect us or to influence us), I have a pretty negative reaction towards authorities that insist on keeping major secrets from people doing the work/fighting. If I were in Jaune’s position, finding out that Pyrrha had been set up for a major risk without being given all the information, I’d probably want to beat Ozpin senseless, too.

However, I think it’s actually good writing that things go the way they did! Sure, Arkos is easily my favorite ship and my shipper brain instantly tries to find ways for things to turn out better for Pyrrha! But in service of the whole plot, it’s great drama to have a secret leader fighting for humanity who has been betrayed before and now can’t bring himself to trust anyone, creating tension after it leads to people dying. Ozpin himself has said that he made more mistakes than anyone alive, and we didn’t understand what he meant at the time, but by god we get to learn and it’s not pretty. You also see something similar with Ironwood and the Atlas military, where the authority figure decides that only they know what needs to be done, even if it leads to people being hurt, and it ultimately costs Ironwood everything (if it’s not clear, I’m not a member of the “Ironwood did nothing wrong” crowd)

It’s difficult for me to reconcile what the “correct” course of action is regarding secrets (which also makes for a much better dramatic story). Ozpin has some justification in not revealing everything to everyone because there were obviously betrayals or people who went rogue and made things worse (Lionheart and Ironwood). However, people like Jaune, Raven, and Hazel are also justified in feeling betrayed or lied to while their loved ones are being killed in a fight that they were kept from understanding.

The closest thing to a big moral statement that I can find in RWBY is that when people decide not to trust and push people away, it ends in tragedy (See: Pyrrha, Summer, Ironwood, etc). Even when it’s for the best reasons, the strongest heroes fail when they fight alone, and they succeed when they trust each other and fight together. (Plugging another of my favorite shows: “Mandalorians are stronger together.”) I’ve seen comparisons between Jaune and Hazel, where one chose to burn the world down and the other got up and kept fighting for the world to be safe, and I like the conclusion they made: the difference is that Jaune remained with his friends and trusted them while Hazel turned away from everything. I wouldn’t want to guess if there’s a planned resolution for the show, but if there is then I would think that Ozpin/Raven/other characters learning to trust again would play a big part.

Tl;dr It’s good dramatic writing for there to be a struggle between keeping things secret and trusting others, even though it led to two of my favorite ships being sunk (Arkos/Fairgame). Hopefully we see more people learning to trust each other and it saves the world.

#rwby #sturgeon asks #wall of text

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[Extra chapter] Buddymon's Longest Night

[AO3 version]

This is a small story about Buddymon, and why he couldn’t turn his back on Lightnimon.

※ This was written to celebrate Buddymon's 2nd birthday, on this day (Sept 22)

※ This takes place between “The Awakening of the Hurricane Sincerity” and “The Rise of the Whirlpool Reliability”

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Once they left that village, the duo walked through the depths of the forest a little more freely. Looking for a safe spot, Buddymon (V-mon) and Lightnimon (Daisuke) stopped and set a camping tent there. Where did they get those things…? The power of the digivice and deepest desires, after all!

“... Why did you call me that?” V-mon asked, removing the hood from his head, “Why would you give me another name?”

Daisuke also removed the helmet, but didn’t look at V-mon. His eyes were glancing at that mask in his hands. If he were sane, he wouldn’t ever do something like this… But he was under a spell. V-mon knew it by how Daisuke’s eyes looked cold and lifeless -- Like Ken's eyes as the Kaiser. However, it didn’t feel like Daisuke was turning into a menace to the Digital World and the digimon… Which means V-mon wasn’t totally afraid of doing certain favors at the moment.

“Dai-- I mean, Lightnimon?”

Daisuke looked at him and frowned, “S-sorry, I had to think about something that couldn’t make anyone use you against me.”

“Huh?”

“Y’know everyone knows I have a V-mon as a partner, and we never saw another V-mon for ages… I’m not sayin’ you’re the last of your kind, I’m saying… I don’t want either of us to be discovered.”

“So that’s why you called me ‘Buddymon’ in front of those villagers?” V-mon tilted his head.

“Yeah… Like, wouldn’t it be too risky for you and Lightnimon to be together? So I said that. You get your own secret identity, we get saved from getting discovered.”

“Hmm… Yeah, if I was around Lightnimon they would notice you’re actually Daisuke…”

“And with this you get your answer.”

“But why ‘Buddymon’…?”

“Cuz you’re my bud, or do you think it’s a bad idea to call you that?”

“N-no, I… It’s not a complaint, It was like if you were back to normal for an instant…”

“Hah? ‘Normal’....?” Daisuke squinted his eyes.

“N-nevermind…!!” then V-mon whispered to himself -- Maybe not anymore…

“Anyway,” Daisuke shrugged, “We gotta get food for us, so switch back to Buddymon.”

“Right” V-mon nodded and put the hood on, “Wait you don’t plan to make me go all alone, right?”

“Nope! I’m going too,” and he got up from the ground, “It’s too dark outside so they might not see my face…”

“Wait, you’re going outside without the helmet!?”

Daisuke looked at him deadpanned, “... I can’t see very well with the helmet in the dark.”

“Then why is the purpose of using it!?” V-mon babbled, not understanding the logic of Daisuke’s words.

“I can use a bandit mask instead,” he mused, and then he used the digivice to create one and put it on, “Done!”

“That wouldn’t solve the problem if you get in a battle!! 💦”

“I don’t need to worry because you will protect me, right?” and he smiled, but V-mon felt that was different from his usual… That was not like the real Daisuke at all.

“Y-yeah, I will…!!” V-mon nodded, and they went off the tent looking for food.

V-mon wasn’t fond of the idea of hiding from everyone, and he didn’t like how Daisuke was doing. But he had no other option, he didn’t know how to snap Daisuke out of that brainwashing spell… All he had to do was to follow the script and pray that nothing would go south, no matter how tricky and dangerous it is.

But deep down… He wanted to bring his stupid and enthusiastic human partner back.

“Is it Lightnimon right now…?” he asked the other, “So uhh, have you contacted Mimi to know how the others are doing?”

“Hmm… Not yet,” Lightni replied, shaking using the Lighdra-Glaive to reach the fruits in the trees, “We got no good news for her and Gummymon yet.”

“Are you worried about the others?” Buddymon catched the fruits and put them in a basket, “I mean… They… Are we all allies, right…?”

“You talk too much, and yet it’s always me who messes things up…!” Lightnimon pouted, he concealed the glaive and got down the tree, “They will be fine, They have each other. And I doubt they would agree with what we’re doing here.”

“So… Are we not?” Buddymon frowned, but only his eyes were visible.

“We’re… I can’t say enemies but their rivals. Besides, I work alone. You are the only exception here,” Judging by Lightni’s face… He wasn’t happy with those questions or even with his own answers. He had a pout, and when he lifted the basket, Buddymon could see his eyebrows frowning.

“Well,” Lightni said, looking at Buddymon, “Let’s go back and have a feast. We got fruits, herbs and fish,” he checked inside the basket, “Good for tonight’s dinner.”

“...”

“What is it now?” He stared at Buddymon. Somehow those lifeless eyes felt more like threatening “Don’t tell me this is sooooo important to you.”

“N-nothing, it’s nothing…!!” Buddymon babbled, shaking his hands.

They returned to the “camping site” they made. Being alone like this was making the poor digimon concerned about the future…

They cooked the food, ate and then went to sleep. But V-mon couldn’t sleep, he kept thinking if he didn’t do anything… Maybe he and the others would lose the real Daisuke. He put the hood on and went outside the tent. He looked up to the starry sky and the moon.

“How… How can I save him from himself?”

He muttered to the stars.

“It’s like if he had turned into another person, I don’t like this. I want the real goofy and idiot Daisuke back…!!”

He frowned, and then whispered to himself, “I understand how Wormmon felt now…”

“You’re awake?”

His heart skipped a heartbeat, Daisuke wasn’t asleep either.

“H-how long were you--”

“Just now,” the boy sighed, “I know what I’m doing is wrong but… We had no options left. I don’t want them to be hurt because of me.”

“Do you think you’re not hurting them now by doing this? Pretending to be…”

“I’m not dead, I’m just missing. It’s like playing hide and seek” he shrugged, “We have to find a way to not let Frostmon tell them that I’m dead or something like.”

“...”

“You… You don’t think I’m… gone, right?”

That was an odd question, it made V-mon gasp silently. Did he hear me?! -- V-mon thought.

“No, I don’t…! I didn’t mean it…!!”

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” he gave the digimon a pat on the head, his hand wasn’t cold at all…. “But I need to do this… I need to do everything differently from the usual ‘me’ for a while.”

So you really aren’t the same… --- V-mon frowned. The weird question and how Daisuke was acting kept worrying him… Until then…

“I’m not totally gone. I’m not going to turn into what Ken used to be.”

“...??”

“I’m super duper aware. But sometimes you have to do things differently, at least once. I don’t want to keep doing anything like this forever, but I have no choice. Something bothers me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I dunno, instinct? Or maybe fear… But we… Have to face it or else we can't say we’re living life to the fullest, right?”

“You’re scared?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

So… He’s doing it because he was afraid of having the enemies using the others to hit him indirectly again… -- V-mon thought. This made sense and could explain why the heck Daisuke was acting so weirdly to the point that V-mon was afraid of losing his partner forever.

“... Alright” the digimon nodded, “I’ll help you make this plan work. But until we get back to the others.”

“Thank you, V-mon” he smiled, and it felt like nothing had changed for one instance.

#arc 5: hinode [concept]#motomiya daisuke #veemon #digimon adventure 02

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rolynek · 6 months

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ksahai · 1 year

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How to Thrive in your Human Design Environment?

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Play with Pillows and Rugs

Comfort is Key

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Collaborate or Create near others

4. Human Design Environment Mountains

Don’t worry; Human Design Environment Mountains types don’t have to live in the mountains (no shade to hermits though), but you like to have a view. Maybe that means sitting by a window or an attic with visibility of the space around. You thrive in open spaces and open floor plans. Experiment with heights and better views and see how your energy shifts. It could be as simple as a standing desk.

4 Tips for Human Design Environment Mountains People:

Get Solo Time & Try Breathwork

Orient the widest view possible

Higher elevation when possible

Standing Desk

5. Human Design Environment Valley

Human design environment valleys are all about a place of collaboration. You may like to hear the sound of other people talking but in a way that allows you to choose whether you want to engage or not. If being around people or listening in on them is not your thing then maybe try the collaboration of information using a corkboard. You love to hear and have access to information so while others hate thin walls…maybe you don’t mind some innocent eavesdropping here and there.

4 Tips for Human Design Environment Valleys People:

Places you can People Watch

Opportunities for Learning

Headphones when needed

Grounded on the first floor

6. Human Design Environment Shores

Human Design Environment Shores types thrive where two different landscapes or things come together – think of a shoreline where water meets land. It can be as simple as sitting by a window or maybe consider painting the walls of your home different colors. Express your creativity to see what works best to create this duality for you. Of course, if you can actually set up your workspace in a cabana by the sea, more power to you (and tell us your secrets).

4 Tips for Human Design Environment Shores People:

Sit by the window

Design a Foyer you Love

Look for in-between spaces like porch

Play with creating interesting lines of symmetry in your space

HARDSCAPES VERSUS LANDSCAPE

Hardscapes are 1-3 (caves, markets, or kitchens) which benefit from creating a space that mimics this archetype. Landscapes are 4-6 (mountains, valleys, and shores) which focus more on the feeling or the energy of the space. Hardscapes can be more practical whereas landscapes can be more poetic. That doesn’t mean you can’t dabble in and out of this binary, but rather this is an invitation to explore and discover what feels right to your soul. Basically, you do you!

Do you want to go on a journey of self-discovery that unlocks your human design chart and feel more supported and happy?

CLAIM INVITIATION

#human design #human design chart

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Are you afraid of me?

🚩20+ 1 things most people are embarrassed/afraid of sharing in therapy 🚩

Love life:

How often do you lie to your partner - counting both the"getting out of trouble" lies and the "not the truth" lies. Again, It's normal.

Cheating on a partner that you're still in love with - honestly...this is the most common thing I've ever heard and there are so many (and so deep) reasons behind it... it's worth sharing this in therapy...trust me

Being somehow interested in your ex, even if you're in a happy healthy relationship - yep...both these things can be true at the same time

Very specific kink/fetish - I have one thing to say: BE WONDERFULLY FREAKY! We all are (not only with sex), join the club.

You stayed in a relationship past the point where it should have ended - it's a hard passage, we all go through it, really you're not a bad person

Performance anxiety when you're intimate - I don't know a single person that haven't experienced it, but I'm very happy for you if you've never had it!!

Having an STI - It happens, my only concern here is you being able to access to proper medical care if you need it. That's all. Please stay safe and protected always. If you need info just ask

You slept with "too many/not enough" people

Parents:

Feeling relieved when your parents (one or both) die - This can mess a person up, but it's ok and you can brace that at least a part of you can be satisfied by this event

If you have kids:

A part of you hate having kids - that's normal, and it doesn't mean you're a bad parent

The emotional trauma you created to your child that will last forever because you're a "failed as a parent" - This is a thought that every good parent has at some point, every parent leave a scar on their kids, the point is being able to recognize their pain, giving them the tools to heal, accepting their feelings and their healing path

General stuff:

Having racist thoughts - unfortunately society has trained us well about this, it's hard to escape, I love that you're in for a change tho!

You hate your body (even if other people envy you) - Thanks capitalism/objectification/beauty standards etc

You failed/dropped out of school/finished college in more years than the standard ones - Bruh, my psych. degree is 3 + 2 years, I finished in 6 years... standards don't work for everyone, there's no shame in that.

Really intrusive disturbing/violent thoughts - it's normal to think about horrid stuff and please remember that there's a big difference between thoughts and actions

(Related to the previous one) Detailed revenge fantasies about people that hurt you/you don't like - You can be a good person even if you have these, I have them all the time and I still do my best in the world to spread kindness and support (and be polite with the people I don't like, sometimes your best is just not being mean instead of being nice)

Bullying someone as a kid - carrying around this type of guilt is heavy. I understand, change is possible and it's more useful to recognize a mistake and learn, than never make mistakes

Being lazy/unmotivated/not wanting to work - well...I don't have much to say about this, but again...thanks capitalism! lmao

Heavy stuff (TW: S.A / suicide)

This one is heavy, How quick your brain can run to the thought of unaliving yourself and be relieved about the "not being here anymore" - I won't comment on this one but if you're afraid to be sent to grippy-socks-ward...this is not the case.

You've been assaulted and you never told anyone about it and never planned to do so.

+1:

That You think your therapist is wrong/made a mistake/ is not informed enough about something/you didn't like how they responded or asked a question/ you think the topic they're discussing is not useful for your problem etc.

DO NOT BE AFRAID TO TELL YOUR THERAPIST WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING IN THERAPY.

It's called "therapeutic RELATIONSHIP" for a reason.

#psychology #mental health #psychologist #mental health support #healing #therapy #trauma #fears #stuff you should do in therapy #unconventional psychology #tw suicide #tw SA

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