So much love and recognition to the people who don't know how they feel about recovering. To the people whose scars are fading away, and there's a sinking feeling, despite knowing that it's a good thing. To the people who miss when they were "worse," when they felt "broken." To the people who mourn losing their coping mechanisms, even the ones that were destructive, scary, or unpleasant. To those who feel guilty they're healing because their past self wasn't ready.
Whatever it is, there is nothing wrong with any of those feelings. It's a natural reaction, something you don't have ultimate control over. There is nothing shameful about yourself, and I admire the strength it takes to recognize how you feel, even the parts that do feel like the "wrong" reaction to a Good Thing.
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There are genuinely people online that instead of actually bringing people to the left, at this point, would prefer that anyone who was previously not on the left but who tries to be *stays* outside of the left, because i guess its just easier to comprehend when the world is put into little shitty boxes you labeled for them instead of actually thinking for once and having the nuance to understand them. Like thats wild to me that theres people who would prefer you not be on the left or not try to be. Yall GENUINELY do not care about advocating for your side politically in any capacity. Its LITERALLY just a clique you've found yourself in. And theres nothing progressive about that or being exclusive, wtf do you think this shit is, a night club? Grow the fuck up, honestly.
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Rewatching a playthrough of Danganronpa and it actually shocks me how chill Monokuma is. Even when Kyoko goes around stealing his shit and he finds Makoto with it later he's like. Yeah okay. I don't hold it against you or anything it's cool. LMAO
He has every available opportunity to just kill everyone whenever, especially when they break the rules, but he never does. I really love villains who stick to their own rules so it's fair for everyone else :")
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"The newly widowed Elizabeth (Woodville) was exceptionally vulnerable. Several of the trustees responsible for her jointure refused to hand over the manors that were meant to sustain her in her widowhood. Moreover, her brother-in-law, Edward Grey, had seized estates that her son Thomas should have inherited from his paternal grandfather, while her mother-in-law’s new young husband, Sir John Bourchier, had prevailed on Lady Ferrers to settle her principal properties on them jointly for life, ensuring that Thomas would have to wait far longer for this inheritance too. Rivers and Scales were pardoned in July 1461 and swiftly moved into the Yorkist establishment, which perhaps explains the success of the chancery suits Elizabeth launched to regain her jointure. Her son’s inheritance proved harder to recover. By 1463, Rivers was often in (Edward IV's) company and on his council, but Elizabeth needed someone with much stronger influence over the King. She turned to a distant kinsman, William, Lord Hastings, the King’s chamberlain. Hastings drove a very hard bargain for his aid but it was probably amid these negotiations that the King’s desire for Elizabeth was kindled."
-J.L. Laynesmith, "Elizabeth Woodville: the Knight's Widow", "Later Plantagenet and Wars of the Roses Consorts: Power, Influence, and Dynasty"
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Look, not to get Bitchy on Main as a fussy psychotic again, but I hate how people perceive "going and investigating a noise" in horror films.
"If this were a horror film, you'd be dead," "you have no sense of self-preservation," "white people just wanna die," etc. It's all ableist if you are a) psychotic and b) experience paranoia when you hear weird sounds.
I suffer from perceptual distortions the most--thats a type of hallucination where you're hearing or seeing a REAL thing, but your brain just can't tell what it is, so you see or hear something different. So when I hear a noise that I don't recognize, my brain will literally start changing it and I WILL hear voices and shit. It's scary!! But if I go look for the noise and see that "oh, it's just rain dripping off the roof and onto a trashcan," then it's problems solved! Hallucination over! Peace is restored!
Why do 5 year olds who are afraid of noises get to go on "let's find out what that noise is so it doesn't scare you anymore" night walks, but psychotic adults DON'T?! It's sanism. Stop.
Furthermore, yall need to grow the FUCK up about sounds. Not everything is a murderer waiting to kill you. Sometimes the stranger in the house is a handyman who had the key to the apartment and just didn't realize anyone was home. I have psychotic paranoia and even I'm not as paranoid and frightened of everything as you. Grow up.
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I love writing Dandelion because he's a performer. An unreliable narrator of his own life. He exaggerates and lies through his teeth and will dig and dig and dig into the backstory of a friend but clam up the second you ask him anything about his own and find ways to deflect and demure. He's hyperaware of how people view him and just doesn't seem to care. If you think he's a silly bard without a brain that's how he'll act for you and if you only see him as a flirt who makes terrible jokes that's how he'll act for you, he puts on whatever mask he thinks people want most from him which is why it's so compelling that his bestest friend in the whole wide world is Geralt - a Witcher who can effortlessly see through it all and strip him down to his bones if he wants to
Truly the mortifying ordeal of being Known
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me: *explains why and how they hurt me and why I really didn't want to bring this up because I just broke up with my best friend and favourite person in the whole world and im tired of losing people and being too much but also they really hurt me and I consider them one of the closest people to me and I want to be honest*
them: ...
them: sorry
me: ...
them: *offers no further explanation*
me: ...
them: ...idk what else to say I have no excuse im sorry
me: uh. okay it's fine (I guess)
them: so how are you
me: fine i guess [elaborates]
them: ah.
me: how are you what's up
them: fine.
*20 minutes of extremely painful one sided conversation later*
them: hey I gotta go *doesn't reach out again. for weeks now*
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