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#Parasitic relationships
theinnercircle-jnh · 1 year
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The healing of inconsistency and parasitic relationships is definitely not linear. There are days where you want to reach out and tell every single detail of your day and the emotions. Then there are other days where you know that the expectation of a good person never happens. The knowing of their words, their uncaring, uninterested words doesn’t allow you to even speak a word to them.
It’s always an extreme with them. Now, the healing part is you setting boundaries. As someone who has never learned or has seen what healthy boundaries are, it’s specifically hard but manageable at times. There are days where it’s best to avoid conversation with anyone so you fully understand where your energy should be put into. And even then, it’ll be challenging but worth it in the end.
I’ve realized it’s like going to war and your enemy is yourself. You have to fight the urge to continuously feed the parasite willingly or kill it slowly by releasing a protective layer for your strength and to awaken their awareness in saying you’re not their host anymore.
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mundanememorize · 6 months
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View From The Cuckoo’s Nest
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jessicazoe · 8 months
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Earth, Wind & Fire Tribute Band Responds to Trademark Lawsuit: Claiming they Abandoned their name
Legaltrademarklawsuittribute band A tribute band that was sued by Earth, Wind & Fire for trademark infringement is firing back with a bold counterargument: That the famed R&B act has actually abandoned any intellectual property rights to its name. In a court filing on Wednesday (Aug. 30), the smaller band — which calls itself Earth Wind & Fire Legacy Reunion — argued that the original group had…
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sophsicle · 5 months
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i love it when rich people get all pouty and are like "well what if we said eat the poor huh? you wouldn't like that very much would you?" like babe. you're already eating us. sucking up our life force like a 9000 dollar goop smoothie.
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cracklewink · 3 days
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Science-themed mermay day 3: Parasite (Sea Trout + Tongue-eating Louse)
Shoutout to @moose__chan on twitter/insta for helping me double check the ASL!
Bonus:
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faetreides · 3 months
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going off your modern!coryo headcanons… i could imagine him getting really jealous when you are interacting with other men (even if it’s like a waiter or colleague) and he decides that he has to remind you who you belong to
No but fr he’s like this:
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based on these hcs
send me coryo, luke, or anakin asks (this is a threat)
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Coryo's all charming wide smiles because he's enjoying being able to spend time with his s/o until a male waiter comes to their table. He only takes you to the most upscale places in the city that, even if he has to fight you tooth and nail the whole way there. He will vomit in your new Marc Jacobs tote bag if you ask him to get you fettucine alfredo from Domino's one more time.
It's even worse if you're in a booth, because his hands will start to wander up your thigh until he's cupping your pussy through your panties under your skirt.
How fast his strokes are depends on how much he thinks the waiter's pushing it. He's had to call whatever restaurant you're going to ahead of time to ask that no male employees serve you. It slipped his mind this time, he won't make that mistake again. His internal evil monologue carries on as he spells out his name on your covered clit with his fingertips.
He’ll be across campus, and he swears that he can sense a guy trying to accompany you to class. His hairs on the back of his neck stand up and next thing you know, he’s standing like Slenderman behind you as he stares down the guy you’re with.
You have to awkwardly smile and tell the guy that you want your boyfriend to walk you to class instead to get Coryo to calm down. Even then, he's doing this corny gesture where he's slowly dragging his finger across his neck as the guy walks away.
His person suit is back in place by the time you turn around to level him with an unimpressed look.
"Sorry about that, baby. I guess some idiots just don't know when to back the fuck off." He croons, slinging an arm low across your waist and digging into your hip to self soothe.
He really wants to slap your ass as you walk through the door to your class when he notices that same guy looking over at you.
You manage to be quicker than his palm. Your butt under your pants is already a light pink from this morning.
Coryo always gets his coffee from his fleet of coffee machines that comprise his specially made coffee bar (that he made for you because the first time he ever saw you was when you were getting coffee at the campus coffee shop that you work at). However, he never fails to stop by your work on your break (he knows your schedule by heart, but he still wants you to text him as soon as you're available).
One of your male coworkers prepares his order while he talks with you. He doesn't think he's imagining the way your colleague's teeth are grinding together and how his eyes narrow every time his eyes flick towards your boyfriend.
Coryo has the steadiest hands in the world, they never do anything he doesn't want them to. That doesn't stop him from blaming the hot coffee soaking your coworker's uniform on him being shaky.
"Oops! My nerves are shit, I guess. Do you need a few bucks to for your shirt?"
He doesn't mean it.
None of that was as bad as three months ago. You and your boyfriend don't share many classes together but the ones you do are hard to focus in.
It happened in your Age of Augustus Latin class. You and Coryo usually sit together (for easy access) but you were unusually late coming back from the bathroom. Most of the seats were full and the only available ones were far apart from each other. Neither of you were pleased but you couldn't change it.
The boy next to you was a brunette that you guessed was on some kind of sports team due to his jersey that he hadn't changed out of. You didn't pay him any attention (you could feel the eyes burning holes into the side of your head) and leaned back as you listened to the lecture.
Halfway through the lecture, an arm was laid on the back on your chair with a yawn.
You could hear a pencil snapping in the near distance.
You shrugged the arm away and that only made the boy pop your personal space bubble to whisper in your ear, "Can I borrow a pencil?"
You shoved a spare one into his chest and turned your attention back to your professor.
The class went by with more ambiguous actions. You knew it was over when heavy footsteps were followed by a familiar hand wrapping around your forearm.
The drive to your apartment was a blur. Coryo's rings made impressions in your thigh as he ran several red lights. He told you that he didn't really care about that right now, his dad would take care of any ticket he'd get anyway.
Sooner rather than later you found yourself face down ass up in the king-sized bed you shared with your boyfriend.
Your boyfriend whose face was buried deep in your ass cheeks. He had them pulled apart so he could tongue your hole properly, pulling back to spit on it and smear his saliva around your rim. He wiggles the tip of his tongue around your walls before tongue fucking you like your asshole was the only hole he knew you had.
He gasped as he pulled away again to breathe, jiggling the massive globes of flesh in his big hands. He opened his mouth wide and let more spit drip from his tongue onto your winking hole.
"Damn, baby..." He breathed, jiggling your cheeks again and then doubling down on the marks he made earlier.
His palm felt warm as he reared it back and spanked your crack, "You think just any motherfucker would know what to do with this ass? You think they'd make out with your asshole like they'd try to do with your pussy?"
You couldn't speak through your moan as he thrusted one of his thumbs into your hole.
"You're so right, petal. No, they wouldn't." He said and took his thumb away from you, patting your butt when you whined at the loss, "So why don't you get up and come sit on my face?"
Your boyfriend was all laid out for you like a four coarse meal, shirt already discarded and his pants unbuttoned. He tapped his nose bridge and grinned with too many teeth, brushing aside the curls that fell over his eyes.
"Right here."
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regular-gnome · 7 months
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Time for a random hill I am willing to die on, so what in the Titans name is Hooty
beginning with few things we know:
He is a bug type demon and demons are born from a titans body & magic
House demons are not common but also not extremely rare (coven heads are confused in Hollow Mind but Amity is like, yea, house demons do be like that)
Hooty is not dependent on the place he lives in - can freely detach himself from the house and just go somewhere what does not affect neither him nor the house
Hooty is terrotorial and protects the place he lives in
There are organs with own pulse inside the walls of the Owl House
All of this being said, I believe demons later called "house" demons were born from wounds on titans body. After titan got hurt, lost an eye in some manner, a bug type demon formed or moved into the wound establishing in there sort of symbiotic relationship. Maybe protecting the space from other creatures that did try to feed on the wound. Long after titans were gone they just continued to live in crevices and protect spaces around them what was later was used by witches to guard their homes earning them the name "house" demon.
Role of house demons on titans might be similar to the one of Oxpeckers on big animals that are unable to get rid of small parasites. Titans are huge and seeing how some characters were literally walking through their empty veins it would be extremely difficult for them to get rid of pests themselves.
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On how is he attached to the space around him, I think he might have some kind of specialised organ letting him attach and form new connections to the space around him.
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With time the connections gaining mass and requiring better energy flow they start form organs around the space and a circulation system (that's why there is a pulse even after Hooty is not longer in the door). And that's also why King, Lilith and Luz might have had such disgusted reactions to seeing him leave his place. But whatever he uses to attach to the house it might be pretty vulnerable, so he acts like a hermit crab getting from one shell to another and thats how we get porta Hooty.
But HEY if he has organs that connect him to the house why can he just take of his skin like a sock. My brother in Titan. Skin is a organ too and we literally saw him leave some spare ones in the door. There is literally nothing that says he even requires it and cant be just a skeleton horror with only the essentials near base of his body.
On why I dont think he is a parasite like Cymothoa exigua (tongue eating louse) is because I'm pretty sure Titan would be able to get rid of them himself (and it would mean Hooty ate his way into the titan witch I refuse to consider). It can't be comfortable to have a weird bug in your eye socket just singing to themself all day, so they had to have benefited from it somehow, or at least didnt mind, as Hooty is protective of his space that wouldnt be a strech. Also if they were parasites it would just add insult to injury if they hanged around even after death xD
Im sure Im not the first one to have this thought but I literally searched for theories on him and only found the parasite interpretation witch I don't vibe that much with
and while we are at the topic of Hooty I highly encourage to listen to unhinged Dutch Hooty, I was in tears the first time I heard him. Apologies for video quality tho, it refused work any other way
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torturedpoetemotions · 8 months
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Something about Dean's childhood being sacrificed in favor of Sam's. Something about Sam judging who Dean is via the results of those sacrifices. Kids ain't supposed to be grateful, they're supposed to eat all your food and break your heart. But Dean was a kid, too. Is the thing.
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nelkcats · 1 year
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Respawn is Phantom
When Danny was electrocuted in the portal, he died, it's true, but it wasn't just his soul that came out. You could call it a case of bad luck, but a ghost was looking to return to the world of the living and saw an opportunity.
So the reason Phantom has that appearance is because the ghost that got mixed into Danny's DNA is Respawn. Slade and Talia's clone who had recently passed away.
Danny is unaware of this at first, but after confronting Dan he began to wonder: why separating his ghost from his human side would make him aggressive? Why does he sometimes feel things that he swears don't make sense? And if Phantom was just a manifestation of his ghost powers, how could he be separated into his own being?
He'd been split up before but it created two versions of Danny, not Danny and Phantom. How could his powers grow a personality of their own without him?
Each of those questions has its own explanation: His ghost side is actually Respawn, which is slowly being absorbed by Danny. Respawn knows exactly who he is (or was) but as long as he's attached to Danny he is Danny, to an extent. Or at least, Phantom, who's a part of Danny more than he is Respawn.
He can remember everything but he can't make Danny remember any of it, because it's not his memories. And Danny both as Fenton and Phantom takes priority in their mind. The reason Dan was like this was because of the influence of Plasmius and Respawn. After all, the serum in Slade's blood often drives teenagers crazy.
Respawn lived all his life questioning his status as a person due to the fact that he was a clone. Living with Slade and seeing their differences made the process easier, but now? Now he can only influence the person who has him trapped, even if it is accidentally. Not knowing if one day he will disappear into Danny's consciousness.
Respawn can't make Danny remember his life, not out of any moral or emotional reason, he is locked behind a mental block, an entire person deep in Danny's subconscious that he doesn't know about and doesn't get to come out pretty much ever.
There are decisions in which Respawn positively influenced Danny. As the way of taking Dani's existence, because he knew exactly how she felt at that time, and Dani reminded him too much of his sister Rose. His influence has also extended to Phantom's way of acting: More fearless and risk-taking than when he's just Danny, he's also more easily swayed by anger (something that was very present in Respawn when he was alive).
Basically, he can affect small things like the aforementioned confidence and anger, emotions and stray thoughts mostly, especially intrusive ones, but he's not in control of anything.
The moment Slade shows up at Amity Park and sees Phantom is when things start to get complicated for Danny and Respawn.
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apollos-boyfriend · 5 months
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this is like if venom was toxic yaoi if u really think about it
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fuckmeyer · 1 year
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girl please, Charlie Swan is Team Werewolf and you know it
#it's like Bella has no conception of the socioeconomic symbolism attached to these monsters!!#girl why on earth would the middleclass police chief of a tiny rural town in Washington#choose the wealthy murderous parasites?????#OK besties as i'm typing that out i see why charlie might side with the wealthy murderous parasites#yes he IS an american cop so siding with the parasites does make sense#but think of all the paperwork he would have to do when the cullens kill someone! i mean. come on.#also it aint like cullen out there paying off the pigs so really what is Charlie getting out of this relationship#it's no bribes all paperwork? i don't care how American this cop is he is Anti Vamp and that's that on that#WEREWOLVES on the other hand......... besties let's review the cold fax ok#they're a blue collar blue jeans blue skies all day baby kinda monster. crack open a cold one with the boys kinda monster.#pull over on the road to lend you some spark plugs kinda monster. bring a dairy-based dip to the charity softball game kinda monster#big plus: they're on the DL. neat & tidy cover story. no killing. protect & serve yeah baby. no parasites here my boys WORK for a living#the boys are 0% paperwork (no killing) and 100% bribes (dairy-based dips)#Charlie's deffo Team Werewolf at best and turning a blind eye at worst#as far as this man's concerned the werewolves are the Olympic Natl Park rangers' problem#bear who???? don't know em#twilight#twilight renaissance#bella swan#the twilight saga#jacob black#charlie swan#eclipse read
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vimbry · 3 months
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picking top 10 tmbg songs is still hard, but I do think "I love you for psychological reasons" Has to be up there. I loveee these descriptions of trying to rationalise the concept of attraction, I was completely into it from the opening lines of "lately I've taken to vacantly making repetitive movements, mistakenly seen as improvements," the rhymes in general are extremely satisfying, and I'm a hugeee sucker for love and romance and such being approached in this more subtle, slightly repressed, scientifically-minded manner.
I love that it's a take on the song "I love you for sentimental reasons" (nat king cole best version btw), which was written about the surface emotion of being in love, while this tries to dig into the chemical reasons of - why? why do our brains fall in love the way that they do? but at the same time, it seems as though narrator doesn't want to overanalyse the experience too much and almost spoil the magic of affection. that's why they don't want to get into the reasons. maybe they're afraid that if they pick it apart too much, they'll lose that attraction, so they pull back.
in some ways, it feels like a counterpart to the insecurity of "she's an angel," whose neurotic narrator sounds like they're in a perpetual state of waiting for the other shoe to drop in a good relationship, because their partner is just too damn perfect to the point of deifying them. like, how could she Possibly be with Me?? this woman's an angel?? is this a mistake, do they know she's missing? also god I just now realised as I was writing this - that song's entire theme is a deconstruction of sappy pick-up lines like "did it hurt when you fell from heaven / heaven must be missing an angel" isn't it. sorry, talking about "psychological reasons" kinda got away from me here.
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birdricks · 6 months
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honestly beth and jerry have maybe my second favourite relationship in the entire show just for how interesting and tragic it is. like its brushed aside a lot in favour of other stuff but they were really both just kids... and the saddest part about them is that they maybe do love each other but its always in some way artificial
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🐠 Daily Fish Fact: 🐠
The Haddock have parasites, called cod worms, that latch on to them, for a parasitic relationship. A female worm with fertilized eggs, clings to the gills while it metamorphoses into a wormlike body, with a coiled mass of egg strings at the rear. The front part of the worm's body penetrates the body of the cod until it enters the host's heart. There, firmly rooted in the cod's circulatory system, the front part of the parasite develops like the branches of a tree, reaching into the main artery.
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puppetmaster13u · 8 months
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You may regret this @phoenixcatch7 lol, what if I start spamming you /j
Less cryptid Batman in this particular WIP since it's semi-outsider pov lol (one of two outside person not unnerved by them lol)
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   Clark knew Batman wasn’t human, even before that disaster of a mission where he had let it slip to the others. 
   He’d known for a long time, from one of their early meetups, when Batman had first referred to him as Clark Kent instead of Kal-El, and he had panicked. He hadn’t ever lied to his teammates when he said that the cloak prevented him from seeing his body, but his ears still worked. 
   He’d tried to listen to a heartbeat, to see if his at the time temporary ally was lying when he stated he wasn’t going to tell anyone and… Nothing. There was no heartbeat, no breathing, nothing even remotely human, and if he didn’t know any better, nothing even remotely alive about the silence. 
   He couldn’t help but to pay attention more, to seek out the strange almost silence-feeling that accompanied the Gotham vigilante each time he felt it. It was… almost comforting, like the swaying of branches and the rustling of cloth over stone. Familiar, compared to the hustle and bustle surrounding him in the city. 
   The first thing he had noticed, physically that is, was Batman’s ears. Previously he’d thought the man unemotional, what with the rough voice, expressionless white eyes, cloak-covered body and the gas mask covering a good chunk of his face. 
   Yet the longer he watched, even idly, the more he noticed that while the man’s face or body didn’t show much, his ears did. 
   While Batman could stay silent and still for hours, the long ears twitched and swiveled, catching on the hood that he’d always wear around them. They’d pin back sometimes, a near silent sound he couldn’t quite place accompanying the movement, while other times they’d twist a near full three-sixty, as though searching for whatever sound it had caught. 
   Sometimes, when he’d startled the other vigilante, there’d be rattling noise, like wood and metal clacking together before it was cut off. It was a strange sound, one he’d not heard anywhere else, except with his… friend. 
   Were they friends? He’d like to think so. 
   The next time he was reminded that his friend wasn’t human was when he saw him get injured. It hadn’t been a bad injury, even if the Gothamite’s head had hit the wall with a very loud cracking noise, but he’d still smelled what he’d eventually come to recognize as blood. There was an almost pickle-like scent to it though that wasn’t quite it either. 
   Honestly the closest he could think of describing it was some sort of formaldehyde. And once he focused, he could pick out other things beneath it. Maybe not flesh and blood in the traditional sense, but still. 
   There was always that scent of cloth and wood, but he could smell the black liquid, paint, a metallic thing underneath like iron and steel. No heartbeat, no breath, but life all the same. It was honestly beautiful in a way, like a part of the city the other vigilante called home had come to life. 
   And it wasn’t like Batman minded whenever his own human mask slipped. Clark may have been raised by his Ma and Pa, whom he loved, but it didn’t make his body any more human in nature. There were just some things that he couldn’t change, and it took effort to move like one all day as a civilian when his body wasn’t designed to do so.
   So he stayed quiet for the most part when their group of three grew, and people started to speculate. He diverted the conversations whenever it turned to him, lightly admonishing over the various rumors. 
   It didn’t matter if Batman wasn’t human, he was still his friend, their ally and teammate. Was he curious? Oh of course, he’d gone into journalism for a reason after all, but it was still his friend. If he wanted to tell, he’d tell, and Clark wouldn’t break his trust. 
#possessed doll au#possessed puppet au#This is pretty much the start of the doll reveal I did art for from Clark's and Diana's pov lol#batman au#cryptid batman#clark kent#superman#writing wip#Bruce when Clark first bends an arm in a way a human can't: I shall take note of this to see if I can do this later#Clark: Wow I have a friend who doesn't mind me doing weird things yay!#I like to think that the dolls start getting black veins through the wood like a mimicry of human arteries the longer they're in use#It's a symbiotic relationship that starts semi parasitic but turns mutually beneficial as the bond grows stronger#Diana who is made of clay probably also has a bit of a reveal to her teammates at some point I just realized#Maybe add my kintsugi headcanon for amazons in this oneshot lol#Might post the finished oneshot in AO3 if you'd be fine with it#Absolutely love this AU so much <3<3<3#Bruce is unaware of how expressive his ears are when he doesn't have them tucked down to not hit them on ceilings lol#Clark isn't aware that half the time Bruce is not listening for sounds but listening to comms and for vibrations#Pfft oh I can't wait for Constantine or another magic user meets the batclan for the first time#Just chanting “what the fuck” over and over because *wtf is up with that*#It's like a wooden homunculus thing mixed with a sacrifice and willing possession and so much that *Should Not* be a single creature#How many tags until Tumblr has the munchies and eats them#random thing but wasn't there one series of games or comics or whatever where the batfam had a robotic dog or two#I am *just saying*-#Clark: He don't bite#Batman hunched over like some sort of predator about to pounce with spikes out and rattling/clattering angrily:#Goons & Future JL members: YES HE DO#batman#bruce wayne#dc
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jana-aych-ess · 9 months
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you remember reading that holes only exist in relation to the thing they are cut into. a void is not a thing unto itself. you aren't sure what this means, but it feels important. you could ask her. she usually knows these things
you try. but all that comes out is "thank you"
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