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quillsandcrows · 2 months
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“I’m so proud of you!”
Sometimes we just need to hear a thing…
XO Lisa
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annaberunoyume · 1 year
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(LONG TAROT SPREAD) Your Inner Family Needs (to better take care of all of yourself)
The concept is simple, but oh so helping. All of us have parts of us that are at various stages of maturity. And sometimes, they don't get along well because their needs are not in symbiosis. This long family therapy tarot spread to the rescue! Enjoy and listen carefully to each of the members of your inner family.
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YOUR INNER BABY NEEDS... (The inner baby is you at its most primal self…It cannot think reasonably,yet…Cannot fathom its own feelings… It can only feel, the good and the bad…And cry for help when it is sad, bored, angry, hungry or in discomfort…)
Physically
Emotionally
Intellectually
YOUR INNER CHILD NEEDS...
Physically
Emotionally
Intellectually
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YOUR INNER TEEN NEEDS...
Physically
Emotionally
Intellectually
AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST...
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YOUR INNER MOMMY/DADDY/PARENT NEEDS...
Physically
Emotionally
Intellectually
(Hope that my spread may help you on your healing journey! If you want, you can share what you found in this spread with me. I'd love to read it. ^^ Good vibes to you!)
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moonlodgemystic · 2 years
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Thank You Spirit: How I Healed my Fear of Something Greater
Thank You Spirit: How I Healed my Fear of Something Greater
I wanted to talk about gratitude today and the impact it has had on my spiritual practice. There are many established benefits of practicing gratitude for mental health, which is why I started my gratitude practice. One thing I wasn’t expecting to receive from my practice was an increased willingness to engage in acts of spiritual devotion – something I’ve felt reluctant and even phobic towards…
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moonlit-positivity · 1 month
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You don't need everyone to like you. I understand this can be an overwhelming trauma response to being neglected and otherwise hurt as a kid without the comfort and reassurance of our parents. But please try to remember that your worth is not dependent on how many people can love you. You have something much more important and worth protecting-- your heart and soul and mind and spirit. Not everyone you meet in this world is gonna resonate and vibe with you on those same levels. You've got to get comfortable with the concept of being misunderstood or feeling out of place-- and, rather than fawn to fit in, take that as a sign to find the spaces and people who can better appreciate you for it.
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x4ver1a · 7 months
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furiousgoldfish · 3 months
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me to my younger self: you have never done anything wrong in your entire life, and I love you
my younger self: but-
me: YOU DID NOTHING WRONG YOU HEAR ME, YOU WERE A CHILD THEY LIED TO YOU
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x3nshit · 1 year
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“you can’t heal in the same environment that made you sick”
i didn’t get this until someone put it into words. i’d never understand why i always felt better when i locked myself alone in my room rather than spending time with my toxic family. i never understood why i was bubbly and outgoing when i was with my friends but my energy was immediately drained the second i got home. i didn’t understand why regardless of the effort i put into healing i would keep getting triggered by people in my family. i never understood it until i read that sentence and it all just clicked. i can’t heal in an environment where the people are benefiting from my suffering. where the people don’t want to change the behaviour which affects me negatively.
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puppetmaster13u · 6 months
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Prompt 104
 Danny finds himself reincarnating, giving it a try so to say. A new start of sorts, though he knows that Tucker will also be somewhere in the world and Sam will be keeping an eye whenever she’s not working on her uh, internship with Overgrowth. 
 He somehow, despite being in a world of heroes and villains, ends up reincarnating into some sort of assassin cult. Apparently he is keeping the Fenton luck despite a new life. Along with his white hair from his ghost form. Which is understandable with how there’s an ecto-pool in the room over. 
 He’s pretty sure his father is a fruitloop too, maybe. Well, technically he was a fruitloop for a human, but again. Ecto-pool that he was apparently taking dips in. At least this time he has some baby sisters- even if the toddler one keeps trying to stab him. 
 Honestly, feels like home. 
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bluerosefox · 6 months
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Curiosity and Puzzle Boxes
It was tiny Tim's first time being 'old' enough to be left home alone without a babysitter, and even though he KNOWS he shouldn't mess or play with some of the things his parents sent home from their digs, he's still a very curious child.
Yeah, maybe playing and later solving that old puzzle box that apparently summoned a powerful eldritch being from a different realm and binded them together until his own death might not have been the brightest thing Tim has done... but at least he's not alone now!
Meanwhile, Danny takes one look at the kid who not only summoned him but solved the puzzle box and sighed to himself, this was the last time he took Tuckers advice on how to escape the dumb Ghost King summonings by creating a 'prove yourself worthy' loophole/puzzle.
Also.. where the heck are your parents kid?!?!?
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thinkpink212 · 9 months
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Teach yourself the things your parents failed to teach you.
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phantom-0-writer · 8 months
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scene 03: get in loser, we’re going shopping
original prompt: gotham academy's mentorship program
more at: table of contents
timeline: much later after scene 1 & 2
Danny and Damian sat at one of the corner tables in the library. Danny had finals coming up, and was busy reviewing the term’s worth of topics from all his classes. Damian, who had insisted on joining him, sat bored. having nothing left to study. 
Danny looked at the younger boy when he sighed for the 3rd time in the past five minutes. Deciding that maybe he should take a break and indulge Damian, Danny finished the last problem, and let his book shut with a loud finality. 
Damian looked up at him hopefully, “Are you done, now?” He asked. Danny could tell he was trying his best to not seem too eager, but Danny couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. 
“Yup,” packing his things away first, he waited for Damian, when he noticed what the boy had taken up in his boredom. “Woah, Damian.” He whispered in awe, picking up the paper closest to him. “You did this?” 
Damian seemed to need a moment to understand what Danny was referring to before becoming flustered and embarrassed, a soft pink spreading on his ears, “It was simply mindless work.” He sounded defensive, like someone had berated him for his artist interests before. Danny tried not to react to that, knowing Damian would probably find it insulting. 
The sketch was on the back of a math worksheet Damian had long since completed, it was of a fighter who seemed to be using his sword to attack a nondiscript opponent. Danny knew from his many intensive training sessions with Pandora that the figure's form was slipping into leaving them open for an easy frontal attack from their opponent, while simultaneously leaving the fighter to not have the range of motion they might need to defend themselves. Most of the lines of the drawing were scratchy and short but overly repeated giving the fighter the illusion of fast movement, directly in contrast the hard outline of the fighter’s form made it seem like the fighter was stuck in their position. 
Liminals and liminal-agencent people by definition did not have a strong awareness to manipulate ectoplasm consciously like other more ghostly beings could. Coincidentally, liminals tended to leak their own internally produced and stored ectoplasm when they acted on their deep emotions. Scientifically this usually showed itself as a person ‘harnessing their full potential’ in moments of crisis or in some more extreme and rarer cases accessing their metagene (meta’s were not to be confused with liminals or ghostly beings they hold few to no similarities outside of coincidence). Danny had known from the beginning that Damian was a liminal, likely from prolonged exposure to ectoplasm, and paradoxically had a difficult time understanding and accessing his own emotions. Emotional negligence was never healthy for an ectoplasmic being, and Danny knew it would be a long process for Damian to learn how to properly deal with his layered and complex emotions. 
  That being said, there was a steady level of ectoplasm spread over the paper, something that did not match what Danny would have expected from Damian’s current state with his emotional and subsequently his ectoplasmic abilities. The fighter was clearly a character Damian had either consciously or subconsciously created to represent himself. 
Danny could work with this. 
During the long moment of silence Damian seemed to have grown more and more anxious for Danny’s reaction. Danny let his emotions display easily on his face, wide eyed, “This is so good, Damian. I didn’t know you drew. Do you like art?” 
“I do not draw. Art is a meaningless waste of time and only those without higher goals would indulge in such an activity.” Damian sounded conflicted, and the words he was saying were pretty obviously echoed from what someone else had said to him. 
“That’s ridiculous,” Danny scoffed, “Art is a very important basis for almost everything. I mean it would feel pretty stale to live in a world where there was no uniqueness anywhere. Drawing, painting, writing, acting, sculpting, singing, or whatever else, are all unique forms of making something that no one else could truly ever recreate exactly. Even if it’s minute, there are always differences in the way that one person would commit to something than another person. It’s the basis of humanity and in the core of the human mind. If you try to block it so harshly from yourself, you’ll end up locking up an integral part of yourself that sets you apart from the other 7 million people on this planet.” 
Damain stood there, considering what Danny said. 
Not waiting another moment, Danny grabbed Damian’s bag heading out of the library. “What are you doing?” Damian asked suspiciously, quickly falling in step with Danny, grabbing his bag back. 
Danny smirked at him, “We’re going shopping, Loser.” 
Damian looked scandalied at the nickname, not understanding the reference. “I am not a loser.” he huffed. 
Danny just laughed as they waited for the next bus. Once they got to their stop and entered the store, Danny beelined for where he knew the art supplies to be. Damian followed behind him, unfamiliar with the store.
Sure, if Damian wanted, he could easily buy the more top of the line supplies, after all he was a Wayne. But Danny was pointedly a broke scholarship kid right now, and it didn’t sit right to let Damian pay for things he was buying, no matter how much of a trust fund kid he may be. Not that Danny was exactly broke, but he imagined the cashiers at their local supermarket wouldn’t appreciate him trying to pay for a sketchbook, a couple sketch pens and pencils, and a 25 pack of Crayola markers with solid gold coins. 
It was around 4:30 when they left the store with their stuff, Damian eyeing the bag curiously the whole time. They walked the rest of the way to a local cafe, and Danny sat Damian down. 
“Okay, we’ll be here for the next hour,” He pulled out his own sketchpad, the concepts filling the pages were more accurately  blueprints more than drawings, “Draw whatever you want.” 
“I don’t know what to draw.” Damian huffed, awkwardly taking the supplies from Danny, and examining his surroundings carefully. Damian sat in the corner for a while, blending into the surroundings as he watched how the world spun around him. Danny was half-way through reviewing one of his older designs when Damian finally decided to open the pack of pencils and the first strike on the paper was made. They stayed there for long over the allotted hour, both sucked into their own projects. 
“I finished.” Damian breathed in satisfaction, stretching his hand and back in his chair at the admission. 
Danny eyed him with curiosity. “Can I see?” He asked. Danny wasn’t sure how right he had been about Damian using drawing to help regulate his ectoplasm and emotions, and he wanted to check how consistent it would be. Also he was really curious to see what he had drawn. 
Damian looked a little bashful at his request, but he nodded, handing the sketch book over to Danny. Danny could easily feel the ectoplasmic energy scattered across the page, it wasn’t as constant as the first drawing had been, but it was still there. So he was right. 
The drawing this time was of what had likely originally meant to be the barista, based on the outlines of the industrial coffee machine and register that had started out but been forgotten later for the center of the piece. The man was wearing an apron similarly like the one the barista had been wearing and a similar uniform, but that was the only similarities that Danny could draw from his surroundings in the drawing. The man, unlike their teenaged barista, was quite aged, with thin but well groomed hair, and a mustache. He had a longer face scattered with wrinkles of old age. The old man was looking down, presumably working on something, and seemingly happy with whatever it was. The ecto-signature was more concentrated around the old man, leading Danny to believe it was someone Damian likely loved and admired. 
“You’re so good at this.” Danny complemented, honestly. “Did you have fun?” He asked, it was starting to get dark and they had stayed at the cafe longer than Danny had asked him to without complaint. 
“Yeah, I did.” He answered after a moment. Danny ruffled his hair affectionately, “Hey, you’re gonna mess it up.” He complained, making no effort to remove himself. 
“C’mon, let’s get you home. I have to go to work soon.” Danny led them out of the store, just in time for an expensive looking black car to pull around the bend and expertly stop in front of him. 
“Young Master Damian, I’ve come to pick you up.” An old British gentleman spoke from the driver seat, it was the man from the drawing. 
“Understood, Alfred.” Damian turned to hand the art supplies back to Danny. 
“They’re yours.” Danny refused. 
“I’ll take care of them.” Damian promised, placeing the supplies carefully inside his book bag. 
“I’m sure you will.” Danny nodded, stepping back so the car could drive away. 
“Mister Daniel, I would have no problem taking you home as well. It is quite late now.” The driver spoke kindly. It surprised Danny how accurate Damian had drawn that picture without so much as a reference. 
“No it’s alright.” Danny waved away the idea, “I have to go to work now, and it’d be too out of the way for you.” He explained. 
The driver didn’t press, but Danny noticed how his eye caught on something in the distance before he bid his farewells and left. 
Danny made his way to the bus stop, and waited, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. Moments later another older teen approached the bus stop as well, waiting idly for the transport to arrive. He had black hair with a white tuft in the front, a sign of prolonged ectoplasmic exposure Danny knew all too well, roughly 6’ and some inches, and wore a hood of his red jacket over half his head. 
Danny supposed it was fitting for someone who called himself the Red Hood. 
The bus arrived, and both Danny and his co-passenger got at the stop before Arkham Asylum. Park Row AKA Crime Alley. By the time Danny clocked in and changed into his uniform for his shift it was already dark outside. 
“Welcome to BatBurger.” He said in chorus with the rest of the workers at the bell chime of the door opening. The man walked to the counter silently, his white tuft of hair skillfully swept under a baseball cap he hadn’t had before. When he approached Danny’s station, Danny took his order, and right before completing the transaction, as per procedure, “Can I get a name for your order?” He asked. 
“Jason Todd.” 
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mad-girlslove-song · 1 month
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"my mother" by lea jane
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annaberunoyume · 1 year
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MASTERLIST OF MY TAROT SPREADS
Masterlist of my tarot spreads :
DISNEY/CARTOON STYLE SPREADS :
WINNIE THE POOH SPREAD :
https://annaberunoyume.tumblr.com/post/711985060359897088/winnie-the-pooh-tarot-spread-that-i-came-up-with
AN AMERICAN TAIL SPREAD :
https://annaberunoyume.tumblr.com/post/714632343397220352/tarot-spread-inspired-by-an-american-tail-1986
JACK'S LAMENT SPREAD (THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS) :
https://annaberunoyume.tumblr.com/post/714632630068494336/jacks-lament-tarot-spread-for-comfort
DUMBO'S BABY MINE SPREAD :
https://annaberunoyume.tumblr.com/post/714632969426534400/dumbos-baby-mine-tarot-spread-for-bad-days
A TRUSSTY TAROT SPREAD (THE JUNGLE BOOK) :
https://annaberunoyume.tumblr.com/post/714633213573791745/a-trussty-tarot-spread-to-let-gooo-inspired-by
COME, TAKE YOUR BEST SHOT, AWOO! (THE PEBBLE AND THE PENGUIN)
https://annaberunoyume.tumblr.com/post/714786723139338240/come-on-take-your-best-shot-awoo-a-badass
HUBIE'S WISH SPREAD (THE PEBBLE AND THE PENGUIN) :
https://annaberunoyume.tumblr.com/post/716132338510233600/hubies-wish-tarot-to-cheer-you-up-on-your-love
VERY GOOD ADVICE SPREAD (ALICE IN WONDERLAND):
https://annaberunoyume.tumblr.com/post/717538842659504128/very-good-advice-spread-to-get-painfully-real-if
WRAP YOURSELF IN EASE SPREAD (THE JUNGLE BOOK):
https://annaberunoyume.tumblr.com/post/721375298828075008/wrap-yourself-in-ease-tarot-spread-inspired-by
SPIRITUAL, SELF-HELPING SPREADS :
YOUR DARKER SELF SPREAD :
https://annaberunoyume.tumblr.com/post/716310145550991360/your-darker-self-tarot-spread
YOUR HIGHER SELF SPREAD :
https://annaberunoyume.tumblr.com/post/716670654287577089/your-higher-self-tarot-spread
YOUR INNER FAMILY NEEDS :
https://annaberunoyume.tumblr.com/post/716795857063772160/long-tarot-spread-your-inner-family-needs-to
PAGAN-STYLE SPREADS :
THE BACCHUS SPREAD :
https://annaberunoyume.tumblr.com/post/716672994436677632/public-domain-image-found-here
GENERAL READING SPREADS:
YOUR FUTURE WIFE SPREAD:
https://annaberunoyume.tumblr.com/post/713592417566195712/a-tarot-i-made-long-ago-for-the-more-say
TAROT SPREAD OF CHANGE:
https://www.tumblr.com/annaberunoyume/732387481873530880/tarot-spread-of-change-3-things-that-are-changing?source=share
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revelisms · 8 months
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Lil' comic of a scene from a fic I haven't gotten around to writing.
(basically Vi and Jinx have reconciled, Silco is alive, and Vi is begrudingly finding herself beginning to look up Silco as a mentor/father figure. She accompanies him on an errand run, one of which winds them up at the old cannery, and emotions bubble up biiig time 🥲)
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boylikeanangel · 2 years
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ok honestly real talk for a sec, laszlo mentioning many times throughout the show that his parents sucked and his life was miserable before he met nadja particularly his childhood, and now being faced with the responsibility of being a parent and selfishly taking it on as a personal challenge to make "the most interesting child" whilst not stopping to think about what colin wants to do/be, and then having to learn and accept that this child is his own person and the job of a parent is not to shape a child into what they believe they should be but to love and support a child unconditional of what they become is actually such a beautiful and poignant arc for him and this episode ending with the two of them walking home hand in hand as a parent and child who just enjoy each other's company and love each other no matter what has honestly affected me a lot more than I'm willing to admit to actually
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litnerdwrites · 20 days
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Cassian: I'm sick of these games.
Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that trauma was a game to you. If it's so easy to just stop being traumatised, then you should've said something to Elain about that a whole book ago? Or perhaps said something to Mor 5 centuries ago. Since Cassian made it clear 50 times a day that he's 'seen it before' and 'knows what she's feeling' or whatever, he must clearly be the expert on the situation. Imagine how much easier life will be now that everyone can just stop being traumatised.
Let's be serious for a moment though, if it was that easy, Cassian might have actually stopped making himself the victim in every scenario regarding Nesta throughout all of ACOFAS and ACOSF.
The fact SJM wrote it so Cassian, who said shit like this, was the one in the right the whole time in ACOSF makes me wanna puke.
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