#(for blacklists)

[warriorcatsofficialfacts]

Could you explain the eugenicist background of MBTI? I'm genuinely curious, always hated the MBTI thing (more-so because I'm autistic and hate being put into boxes), so on the smaller hand: Vindication! On the larger hand: Fuuuuck that. Absolutely fuck that.

yeah sure i fucking hate the myers briggs foundation (mostly because they managed to be right about me specifically and i hate when psdscience is accurate on accident)

now here's the first thing to establish: mbti. is wrong. it's bullshit. it don't fuckin work. almost like you can't fit 7 billion people into 16 personalities who would've fuckin thunk

now this is all according to the personality brokers: the strange history of myers-briggs and the birth of personality testing (which i reccomend you read because it explains everything way better than i can or want to)

-the briggs (katherine and her daughter isabella) designed the test to "weed out the weak in society"

-the test was inspired in part by "The Eugenic Marriage: A Personal Guide to the New Science of Better Living and Better Babies", a bestselling book from 1914

-myers herself (i believe katherine) once said, and this is a quote,

"Multitudes of people are utterly worthless or worse than worthless, having no just claims whatsoever upon the civilization which they burden with the dead weight of their existence. This is a sound, incontrovertible judgment, which has to be shunned, because our feeling for the ‘underprivileged’ is so strong that such truths can hardly be mentioned. Our feeling revolts against it."

Unsurprisingly both of the briggs were also violently racist.

the basic summary is that MBTI was designed to identify who the tests creators viewed as desirables and undesirables and is also stupid idiot bullshit that Don't Work

#psdscience #eugenics #for blacklists

[crimeronan]

im.. thinking so so hard abt the posibility of belos deciding to take Little Hunter away anyway. just scooping him up, to not be seen again. still thinking luz will get over it.. but luz doesnt. luz weeps and sobs and yells and cries for months on end and then..

belos brings her hunter. and he explains, so so softly, that he ran away and hit his head and belos felt so soo bad he couldnt tell her but now hes back and hes lost his memories so hes gonna be a bit different, ok? but hes still hunter, he promises.

and i wonder how awful luz would feel when she realizes that hunter never came home.

OH NO.

god. the thing is... i'm SURE luz would love the new grimwalker just as much as she loves hunter in the main timeline. and i'm sure they would have a good relationship, even if his personality and values would obviously be different from main timeline hunter's since he's.... a different person, and all that.

and luz would have had well over a decade to love him by the time she found out grimwalkers were real.

so i think her response wouldn't even be for the first hunter... as much as just.

he can never find out.

i can never let him know he's a replacement.

#OUCH. NOO #replies #toh #princess luz au #child death #for blacklists

[arsenicflame]

this is more personal than about the episode but

izzy hands is the reason to have friends these days. his character has meant so much to me, hes given me a reason to interact with people, to socialise, to let myself exist again. because of izzy hands im on my first big trip alone as i write this. i never would have done any of these things if it wasn't for the izzy side of the fandom, you guys have changed my fucking life.

so im sad that he was done like that. im so happy he existed at all because he is the reason i have met every single one of you. but it hurts to see a character that has meant so so much to me treated in such a way. ive always joked around the discourse that hes just a fictional character & its not that deep but hes more than that to me.

he represents all the good things that have happened to me in the past year.

he represents my friendships.

he represents my hope.

#i think its gonna take me a minute to get over this one #i tried to keep too much of the woe is me side of this out but if it wasn't for izzy i wouldn't have rejoined tumblr. #i would have kept talking to no one and doing nothing until i died. i spoke to maybe 5 people socially in the 2 1/2 ish years before that #its hard to see it end so disrespectfully #nyxtalks #ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #for blacklists #i think it was pretty obvious that i hadn't been doing well earlier this week. or for a little while now again #i think this was a hit i did not need #theres something to be said about the fact that his arc has come to an end though. hm

[angel-inrealtime]

November F1c Prompts Day 25

Day 25 - Tactile (Sharp)

A/N: hefty TWs for this chapter including - parental death (offscreen, discussed), resulting trauma, bad family relationships, mental health issues (think CPTSD/adjacent), mild (??) toxicity in relationships as a result of the above (I am not a good judge lmao).

Let me know if there's anything specific you think I should tag, happy to do so.

A/N 2: Despite all that ^ I feel like this is more comfort than hurt. It's still a nice little sunshine universe - just a passing (or already passed) storm.

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Sometimes you feel like you’re made of sharp sides and spikes. And that’s fine – great, actually - when that’s what you need. It helped you get through the hard things (even though it was other hard things that made you so...prickly, in the first place).

The problem is…it’s difficult to know how not to be sharp. How to turn it off when you don’t want to be.

(When you don’t need to be)

You look at Daniel and you desperately don’t want to cut him on all of your sharp edges – privately think you’d rather die than hurt him; on purpose, by accident, or otherwise. You can’t say it like that, of course. That would seem insane.

The first time a therapist said to you “you’re very self-aware” you wanted to scream ‘yes, that’s the problem’. You came armed with bulleted lists, traumas laid out neat on journal pages and organised by connection.

(You don’t mention that you have a psychology degree, because that would mean explaining why you turned down a first class honours position when it all got too close to home, as if that somehow hadn’t been the point all along and you’d just avoided thinking about it until you couldn’t anymore, and then…well, turning it into a commodity via organisational psychology and human resources had just been a pivot, or whatever buzzword is most fitting)

You remember the lists though, of all the things that made you sharp, all the spindly lines between cause and effect and outcome but it’s like Daniel set off a pebble sized snowball at the top of a very large hill and it grows and grows until it’s a boulder and it seems unstoppable.

“You really are obsessed with the moon hey?”

He’s delighted by it if anything, but what almost slips out is the clumsiest self-deprecation in the urge to turn it into a bit. What you almost say is ‘yeah, me and Sylvia Plath really grabbed the mummy issues with both hands on that one’. He won’t get it, which means you’ll have to explain, (which means you’ll have to examine it), when all you can muster is disjointed bits of verse;

The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset.

The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.

I have fallen a long way.

The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.

“You didn’t tell me. About your dad.”

He’s so handsome, sitting across the table at dinner, which is new. If you eat together, it’s usually with friends; your time alone is usually confined to a hotel room (maybe one of your apartments or his place in LA if it’s not a race weekend). But it’s just the two of you in the Montreal dive-bar, a couple of share plates and wine you can feel staining your mouth red on the dark wood between you. It’s all candles in artfully grubby mason jars and dim, filament light-globes which send shadows across his sharp jaw and high cheekbones (bring out the gold flecks in his honey brown eyes and when you’re honest with yourself you could spend an eternity trying to find them all and you’d be content for that to be your life’s work).

It falls out of his mouth softly, like an accident, but also the loudest thing you’ve ever heard.

You pick up your wine and take a huge mouthful to steel yourself before you meet those eyes (he looks sad). “I don’t…really talk about it. Him.”

(‘you’re not special’ the panicked, hysterical part of you wants to scream. ‘I don’t talk about it with anyone’)

“Would you…” He pauses, still looking at you softly. “I mean, you don’t have to, obviously, but…if you want to.” There’s a little aborted movement in his long fingers, but not so stilted that he doesn’t brush the back of your hand with them. “The offer’s there. I know…or…it seems like it was a long time ago? So if you don’t that’s cool. But…”

He’s tying himself in knots trying to give you something that’s so at odds to the rest of your relationship – easy, flirty, no strings – that the smile on your mouth when you muster it feels like it doesn’t quite fit.

“I’m all good, Daniel. Thank you, though. I appreciate it. You’re a good friend.” Reassure, express gratitude, make it genuine, compliment.

So why, when you meet his eyes again, does he look so crestfallen?

“I don’t want to fuck this up.”

It’s that he just stares at you, once you finally force the words out past the barbed-wire lump in your throat that’s been sitting there for…well. You don’t even know. It probably pre-dates him. “What, Daniel, what are you looking at?”

It almost sounds like you’re begging him to tell you. You hate it.

“I don’t wanna fuck it up either, that’s…” He looks at you like you’re fascinating, or something.

It’s grating.

“I’m not a fucking…puzzle, to solve, Daniel. Like, I get it, I’m several circles deep in the ‘fucked up parent issues, don’t stick your dick in crazy’ scale, but I-”

His expression changes immediately, full mouth twisted in a frown that still looks foreign on his face. “I never said that. Don’t put words in my mouth. I wouldn’t say that.”

You can tell from the careful way he sits, how his fingers twist together, that he wants to reach out for you. Touch is how he orients himself in the world, but he’s trying to give you the space you asked for (it takes everything in you not to give in, to stay standing near the picture window, because you could give him what he needs to feel safer and you’re withholding it for what feel like selfish reasons).

The lump isn’t made of barbed wire anymore, it’s acid spilling out of your eyes and onto your cheeks.

“You can think it though, it’s okay to just…get out now.”

His fingers are so twisted around each other that his knuckles are white, and he looks heartbroken when you chance a blurry glance down at where he’s sitting on the coffee table. “Is that what you want?” He asks quietly.

“Danny, I…”

“Is that what you want?” He asks again, with a steadier voice and a crackle of defiance in his eyes that you weren’t expecting. “I’m asking you what you want. Not fucking…” He breathes harshly through his nose, and his voice is quieter when he starts again. “Not what you think you deserve, or what you feel like you haven’t earned or whatever…bullshit the shitty parts of your head are telling you. But what you want.”

“You.” It comes out no louder than a whisper. “I want…”

He can’t seem to bear it any longer, opens his arms from where he’s still sitting and looks at you like he’s cracked wide open and exposed. “C’mere. Please, love, I…” He swallows loud enough that you hear it. “You’ve got me. You’ve already got me.”

Maybe you don’t need the space anymore, maybe it’s enough to wrap your arms around his head and let his arms be like a vice around your waist, and to see him look up at you so raw and so fucking sincere.

“I’m scared.”

“That’s okay. You can be scared. It doesn’t mean it’s a bad idea, just because it’s scary.”

It sounds so fucking simple when he says it but… “What if I can’t…”

“Babe.”

“No, please can you just…listen?” You sniff hugely and try to keep the rise and fall of your chest steady. Wind your fingers into the curls of his hair just in case it’s the last time you get to. “There is a not insignificant part of me that’s fucking…terrified, of ever making a kid feel the way I did. Or do. Or whatever. I need…” You shut your eyes and let the drying tears stick your eyelashes together, so you don’t have to see his face as it happens (‘if it happens’ the traitorous, hopeful part of you contributes). “If you want to…if this is serious then I need you to know that’s my one card on the table. I will do my best, to keep working through it and…communicating, and stuff, even though that’s hard and scary but…I can’t promise that bit. And it’s only fair that like…you know that, at least.”

Daniel is quiet for what feels like an age, and then one of his hands finds the soft skin of your lower back under your jumper. “That’s okay, babe. It’s okay. That’s not a thing to rush, anyway.”

“But you…”

“You’ve got me.” He says again. “I want us. And if what ‘us’ looks like is just…the coolest fucking aunt and uncle in the world then…” He shrugs, you can feel it under your hands. “That’s fine by me.” His fingers press into your skin until you blink open your eyes and look at him. “But we can just…check in, about things. As often as we need to. It’s okay.” He repeats, presses a soft kiss to your chest.

“I’m sorry.”

“Ah! Ah Ah Ah!” His arms go tight like a vice around you and there’s warning in his eyes around the joking tone of voice. “No. No apologising. Unnecessary.”

“But-”

“For fuck sakes babe.” He stands up so suddenly it’s embarrassingly easy for him to tilt you over his shoulder so you’re hanging there, secured with an arm around your legs and a hand very firmly on the denim covering your ass. “Clearly I need to employ alternative methods, here.”

“Fucking put me down, you cunt.” The kick of your legs is half-hearted – he isn’t letting you go until he’s throwing you down on the bed with an exaggerated shrug like he’s a professional wrestler rather than a race car driver. You know how this bit goes.

“The mouth on you!” Somehow he manages to stay deadpan to deliver the sentence, but he devolves into giggles immediately after.

Unscathed, against all odds.

#f1 fanfic #daniel ricciardo fanfic #November f1c prompts #daniel ricciardo x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo imagine #f1blr #daniel ricciardo fanfiction #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 driver x reader #f1 driver x you #formula 1 x reader #for blacklists #TW mental ilness #TW parental death #TW trauma #TW CPTSD #TW family issues

[michaeljoncarter]

was the abomination that is the very concept of green lantern jason todd not enough. did they really have to subject us to green lantern jason todd in baggy cargo shorts and a sleeveless animeass vest with two katanas strapped to his back and a manbun. are we not suffering enough. this man looks like he calls women “females.” this man looks like he vapes. constantly. he looks like he’d walk up and start accosting a complete stranger in a gamestop. he looks like his lifelong dream is to work the register at a spencer’s gifts. you can literally smell him from here. i hope the crisis wins

#tuesday spoilers #wednesday spoilers #im mostly joking but hrgneks #anti jason todd #for blacklists #the art is good but mall ninja jason is just... #plss #its not even a ring generated uniform either bc the vest is red #he literally just showed up to a space battle in his jorts. please #wasting his ring's charge in the middle of a fkn battle just to keep his weeb sword constructs on his back despite not even using them 😭 #where is the joker when u need him

[wyrmoftheweb]

the magical imaginary world in which misogynistic women who call themselves feminist daydream that cis women are incapable of sexual violence makes me fucking sick. we don't live in that world. i know first-hand that cis women can be and are rapists, and acting like a space comprised of only cisgender women should feel completely safe, that you should always trust your children around cisgender women who are complete strangers, is fucking dangerous.

this isn't a hypothetical. the false idea that cis women are naturally safe and so you should ignore behaviors from them that should be red flags directly led to adults leaving me in situations that i shouldn't have been in as a child, to them literally brushing me off when i tried to report sexual assault and laughing in my face because "oh, certainly that nice lady social worker wouldn't do anything like that. you must be misunderstanding. you must be misspeaking. what a coincidence. how funny."

#sorry. not for reblog. my co workers are just having stupid question convos again #apologies i forgot to tag this initially. #for blacklists #csa mention #ask to tag further #this just made me blind with rage so sorry if it isn't the most eloquently written or whatever.

[remnantsystem]

recently got top surgery done! over the fucking moon with our results, we look so so good. we went to poland to see dr adam kalecinski to get it done, can recommend him whole heartedly.

#remnant posting #selfies #uh #surgery #incisions #cuts #for blacklists

[hyenakat]

he’s had a rough night

(sketch commission for @/AbelCharlye on twitter)

#my art #commission #furry #furry art #sfw furry #deer #deer furry #blood #gun #for blacklists

[thebestestbat]

How much of Totans have you watched already?

What brought you to this spectacular dumpsterfire?

What are your personal 3 takes from the show thus far?

i have watched season 2, episode 5 of the titans! i decided to watch it finally for a combination of chella man as joey, and the promise of an interesting kory+komand'r storyline. my dick grayson blorbo goggles are huge and present though.

3 takes so far:

1. i love getting to see bruce from dick's pov. like he's barely been in any scenes so far! but dick talks about him--in one episode dick, about bruce, said this quote from machiavelli about doling out punishment all at once but reward drop by drop. things like that are very interesting. this is definitely a Non-Comic-Canon version of bruce and dick, but i enjoy seeing a version that acknowledges that bruce's toxic parenting may affect his children in negative ways lol. it seems so far that there is a lot of the emotional neglect/parentification(bruce using dick, since he was a child, as a confidante and relying on him for emotional comfort) from canon, along with some really kind of bizarre things (see: the secret tracker, and what i've heard about dick having to fight wolves?? alsjdf). i don't really expect the show to create a full, compelling story arc with these themes, but i enjoy seeing the themes and being able to think about them.

2. my favorite episode so far was the first half of the hawk&dove backstory episode (up until, but not including, the freak accident that killed hank's brother and dawn's mother). i want that episode expanded into a half-season arc of the Hawk&Dove Show ideally.

3. i keep thinking of the line from early season 1 where kory and raven are in the car, both talking about their powers, where they are like "there's something inside me..." and kory says "light" while raven says "darkness". and then they look at each other in betrayal, because for a second they thought the other one understood, but they realize now that what they are feeling is very different. light vs darkness. again, i don't think the show will do anything compelling with this theme, but i like to think about it. kory and raven as opposite sides of the same coin..

#titans 2018 #bruce and dick #anti bruce wayne #for blacklists #thank you for the ask!! im enjoying the show #child abuse tw #titans lb

[glitch-e-rat]

#cult of the lamb #cotl #for blacklists #Youtube

[queerbauten]

saw a TikTok saying cis women never get maliciously misgendered for wearing non-feminine clothing, and while I agree with the underlying conceit (cis privilege exists)… I am begging some of you to use your thinking skills for five seconds

#like are you all like… not aware that #Hillary Clinton #(separately tagged for blacklists) #was maliciously misgendered in the ‘90s for *wearing pantsuits*? #I’ve no love lost for her but. c’mon. come ooon. #I wish all Extremely Online LGBTQIA+es as very Think More #transphobia tw #misogyny tw #sexism tw #U.S. politics #politics #for blacklists

[joyridingmp3]

<3

#OHH MY GOD #FIIIIINALLY found a dealer who lives nearby #going to pick up soon and i'm so excited (nervous because it's my first time going alone) #but it's been aaaages since the last time if you don't count the halloween party #this weekend is going to be so fun i'm rly excited #drugs #for blacklists #i swear back in the day everyone you knew smoked & sold weed. and now it's like a fucking gold mine #mine

[answrs]

hi yeah why the FUCK DOES THE ACTUAL FLYING BIRD AUTOMATA GOTTA BE FUCKING H A R R Y P O T T E R OF ALL THINGS I WANNA SCREAM

#Lego #harry potter #for blacklists #I'm crying it looks fucking AMAZING IT CAN FUCKING MOVE ITS WINGS IN A FLYING CYCLE #AND IT'S FUCKING CH EAP FOR A LEGO SET TOO #BUT OF COURSE. OF. FUCKING. COURSE. #IT HAS TO BE THE RACIST TRANSPHOBE PROPERTY #I AM SO UPSET #i need to find the instructions for this and make my own smfhhhhhhh #i could make it a raven or something too instead #but even if I could FUCK buying specific lego pieces is expensive afffffffff

[merryrogue]

I’ve got like. Tumblr neurodiversity. Some weird mix or middle ground between Autism and ADHD. With the attendant “WTF is even going on!!” and “I know I forgot something important but I don't know what” capital A Anxiety ramped up to 11 with the knob cracked off years ago. I just barely, “Cs get degrees!!” squeaked by got though college.

I got out to a basic job in a school that pays bad but has health insurance, and put my goals post dream of a teaching license and the art room on hold while Covid whimpered and howled outside the classroom I work in, and sometimes in it.

(if you aren't, officially, a Teacher, they’ll still give you a job. All of the dystopian memes about summers off and wills drawn each year, none of the grudging respect or retirement plans.)

(Half the money for all the risk.) 

If I want the art room? The things I love (art doesn't save people. Art is a stick to fight that wolf off with, so you can save your life.) the things I hate (people who hate art class were taught that they aren't good at it and have to sit there anyway “because I said so” wise.) 

If I want the art room, I need to go get a graduate degree on top of my “college grads earn a million more over their lives!!” degree.

Do you see those posts about “use the accessibility aids!!!” that go around? Generally around test season and major holidays.

 I got through college without Adderall. I tried the “mixes well with anxiety” kind and it did nothing but upset my picky jerk of a stomach, so I gave up. 

I got through college. I’m not going to get through “work full time, and go to college, and be a good family member and, and, and….” without /something/. 

So I talked to my doctor, who set my next appointment a month early but gave me the prescription. 

I waited for Saturday morning, in case it was bad. I waited until 9, when I woke at 6, to pin my slippery “bite down and do it” courage to the floor long enough to get it down our throats.

Nothing much. 

Nothing much happened. My list of to dos was a bit longer, more from remembering to write them down then things done. 

But. there’s always a “but”, “or”, and an “and”. 

The dog barked under my chair at 4. I’m generally smokey fried by 3, and in bed by 8. 

The dog barked, and I didn't care. I wasn't fried. I was in bed by 9, after spending the evening with my family, not in my bed waiting for a decent hour to sleep. 

I didn't care. The dog barked? So what? I wasn't an anxious fried lump waiting for bed. 

It isn't a cure all. It was a stick, some more rope. 

To get to what I want, I needed a bit more rope. I can think of studying after work and not feel sick. I can go do errands when I'm driving after work and talk about things at dinner after, and even enjoy it. 

It isn't a cure all. It was a stick, some more rope. 

I just need a stick. 

#poem #nerodivergent #write #school shooting #for blacklists

[adventures-in-asexuality]

today’s mood is: it’s 5pm and you still haven’t eaten lunch; why do you think you feel bad?

#disordered eating #for blacklists #the long-term effect of GCSE music is whenever I'm trying to troubleshoot a negative emotion or sensation #my brain starts going 'why does my heart... feel so bad... why does my soul... feel so bad...' #funny enough to make me feel a little less bad so congrats edexcel

[wyrmoftheweb]

my collagraph from my college printing class based on that one scene in the first jurassic park novel. entitled "Awkward Family Photos."

#my art #jurassic park #for blacklists #blood #animal death #←sort of