#the roof incident

[cemeterything]

are you the guy who got stuck on a roof

no comment

#the roof incident #i have to admit i enjoy using the weepy cat image every time someone asks me about this

[dragons-hoard-of-fandoms]

I see y'all with your Quiet One Lloyd AUs and I raise you:

AU where Lloyd never met the Ninja again after their initial encounter in Jamanakai Village. He ran off before he could fall into the Hypnobrai tomb, so no one, least of all the Hypnobrai themselves, have any idea how or why it opened.

Couple years down the line, the Ninja (who still have no idea who the Green Ninja is) are getting their butts handed to them by a mysterious masked stranger, wielding an unknown element in the form of some sort of destructive, green-and-purple energy. An out-of-breath Kai angrily demands to know who this guy is, prompting the assailant to dramatically pull off his hood and mask and say,

"What, you've hung so many kids from roofs you can't even remember all of them?"

#Ninjago #Ninjago AU #AU Prompt #Lloyd Garmadon #Evil Lloyd #More like 'Morally Grey Lloyd' really #In my mind he wouldn't be 100% evil #Mostly just ticked off at the Ninja #For a number of reasons #Including but not limited to #The aforementioned roof-hanging incident #And also the fact that they want to kill his dad #BTW he actually DOES know he's the Green Ninja #But like heck he's gonna let himself be Destiny's puppet #Being the Shadow to their Sonic is so much more fun anyway #Straight From the Dragon's Mouth

[yardsards]

a tactic of abusive parents that i don't see brought up very often: convincing their victims that child protective services are evil and that foster parents would certainly be even more abusive than their current circumstances

#eliot posts #csa mention #abuse mention #im watching an interview with a cult survivor #and she was talking about how her parents told her that child services would hurt her and put her with abusive foster parents #and i was like HOLY SHIT MY MOTHER DID THAT TOO #my mother always told me that if i got put in foster care i would get beaten and molested #and that if we told anyone about our home life they would ''misunderstand'' and ''incorrectly assume'' we were being abused #and then we'd get taken away by uncaring cps workers and given to evil foster parents #when in reality there would be no ''misunderstandings''. what was going on at home WAS abuse #but until my teen years i was convinced i was lucky #because i only got beaten sometimes and i got access to food and a roof over my head and i never got molested #this is not to say the foster system is perfect. there definitely are flaws in the system and occasional bad incidents #but it's nothing like my mother made it out to be #in fact the main issue with child services in my area that i knew of was that they rarely did much #like a classmate i knew called cps on her dad and they showed up and talked to him and he said she was lying #and when they left he punished her by burning her with a cigarette butt #when we were kids a few times our mother called the cops on our dad cuz they got into a violent fight #she'd tell the cops he was abusing her (though the violence was mutual) but when they showed up she refused to press charges #and a few times the cops SAW me and my sister there and DID NOTHING #like maybe if you get called to this same house multiple times you should investigate what's happening to the kids??? #child abuse #abuse #abuse tw #anyway i'm still not 100% sure if that was deliberate manipulation on her part or if it was part of her weird paranoia about everything #but nonetheless it ultimately had the same effect as deliberate manipulation #she refused to get help for her mental illness even though a doctor told her she needed to

[gothicprep]

ngl every interaction i have with my stepsisters emotionally reminds me of the try guys infidelity scandal. there’s a whole alternate world out there that I know nothing about and can’t muster any concern for…

#what unironically baffles me about them is that they’re both smart but they play-act being vapid for… I guess popularity among their peers? #I have no idea why they do this #I think the most glaring incidence of this was when older stepsister just was lying about her movie preferences #like. I know her favorite movie is fiddler on the roof. she has every line in the movie memorized. #but she tells other people that her favorite is the Harry Potter series. her own husband is miffed by this #Like. Woody Allen can go to hell and all that. But it’s still a good movie. Nobody in their right mind would fight you on this.

[rottmntquotes]

Leo: *To Draxum* Ugh! You're so annoying, dad!

Everyone Else: ...

Leo: What?

Mikey: *Smiling Widely* You just called Barry "dad".

Leo: What? No I didn't! I don't even think about him like that!

Donnie: You sure about that, Nardo? Because I'm pretty sure your last checkup of us all said we have perfect hearing.

Leo: Ugh! Whatever! I didn't call him dad!

Draxum: Don't worry about it, Leonardo, I take no offense. After some time I've accepted my fate as the primary patriarch of the family.

Splinter: The what now???

#RotTMNT #Rise of the TMNT #The Most Chaotic Family #Plot Twist: Leo Wishes He Could Love His Evil Dad #But There's No Getting Over the Roof Incident #Damn You Draxum!

[ask-elland-n-will]

She has been warned... several times. And after a long discussion and tough negotiations, she did it.

As you entered your room, the smell of unfamiliar perfume came to your nose again. But the sweet smell of cinnamon was quickly replaced by something vinegary.

Your bed... was full of pickles. In glass, in a box, even plushies shaped like pickles.

Pascal Doyle popped his head around the corner and stopped when he saw your face and the bed. His sister had outdone herself. Where on earth had she found pickles plushies?

"I'll... come back later" he pats you on the shoulder encouragingly and leaves you alone with the mess.

Halloween season made the Hufflepuff even more mischievous than she already was.

The first thing Will feels when he comes into the 7th-year dorm room is the familiar smell of cinnamon. It is familiar for many reasons: his favourite cinnamon bun pastries; summers of trying (and failing) to bake those the muggle way together with Allegra; the cinnamon hair oil he always for some reason detects during Potion classes.

But this particular spice is perfume Will smelled for the first time a little while ago when somebody unfamiliar broke into the boys' dorm room. Will is no stranger when it comes to dealing with people Sebastian brings in, and it has never posed a problem so long as Will got to take his daily naps and nightly sleeps. But it was one thing when he overhears other Slytherins gossip about who comes and goes, and another — hearing that not only did that person stay for an entirely too short period of time for something to happen but that it also was not a Slytherin student. Which means that somebody is breaking the rules without prior agreement with the powerhouse of the Slytherin Commons.

The visuals come into view a little later. Will startles and reaches for his wand, his eyes wide, eyeing the bed. The day of The Incident flashes before his eyes: the pickle juices, the wretched taste of the slime, the blood-chilling screeches, and the demon behind it all… One does not forget such things easily.

But then Sebastian comes to mind, his voice, his decisive actions, his protection, and the final destruction of the devil's gourd in the brilliant dance of the blue flames around them. And the mess that was Will the first few days, laying in the Hospital Wing, refusing to see anybody and trying to sleep through all the calming drought, and sheer panic he felt at the slightest of noises and touches.

And then the healing: his friends visiting and slowly building his spirit back up by reading him books, bringing in much needed homework, playing chess; Sebastian finding a perfect ward against the pickle; Wren taking care of Will in an unexpected display of solidarity and earnestness normally hidden behind the sibling-like squabbles and jokes.

Will is tense but he still smiles carefully moving closer to the bed. He and Sebastian have come a long way after that day. It is irrational to fear the vegetable. It is unproductive to avoid it and let it dictate how Will feels. The protective ward was cast on the entire dorm room a while back and Will could still feel its presence just as much as he smells something vinegary in front of him. This is just a prank. And he will find the person responsible. Where did they even FIND that many pickle-related things?

Pascal coming from behind Will startles him more than the pickles on the bed did.

"Dear Merlin, where did you come from?" Will squeaks out and breathes a sigh of relief upon realizing who is it. The other Slytherin's presence breaks the spell, the pat on the prefect's shoulder brings his spirit back to solid ground. And just like that Will is back to the present. Feeling uneasy staying in this room, Will vows to deal with the plushies sometime later, and runs after Pascal: the boy left the room suspiciously early.

"Hey, where do you think you're going? Have you seen anyone suspicious around our dorms recently?"

#William #Gwen #Pascal #Halloween #picklepocalypse #[A lot of things happened regarding The Incident so I'm just recaping it all a little] #[Will thinks he's a powerhouse and yes he can arrange passages in exchange for favours and stick his neck out for people] #[But there are plenty of things going around that happen without Will's knowledge] #[So don't take Will's narration for 100% truth here] #[Like Wren's secret stash or when she sneaks out of the castle (apart from that dragon thing once) or the roof adventures] #[Or all the other people that sneak in the common room] #[Or his most glaring disappointment: the fact that he didn't know about SSOO] #mention of sebastian #[I don't reply too often since I need to find energy to write those days] #[Sorry if it sometimes will be taking days or week or two!]

[wizard-of-weed]

inhaling burnt plastic one time isnt gonna kill me. probably.

#high wizard posting #im kind of paranoid abt it and the fact that my ticket to sleep (dab pen) is out of order until i deal w it in the morning sucks #idk if ill be able to shut my brain off. 'what if it replaced the oxygen in my blood with stuff that kills u?!' shut the fuck up #the roof of my mouth is kinda scraped up (unrelated sandwich incident) and hurts and its like. making me paranoid

[a-decent-human-being5]

I like to think that in the episode Reparin' the Baron well Mikey and Raph where at the amusement park with Draxum the other four were just hardcore shit talking him together

#cause like besides Donnie they all hav such obvious reasons to despise him #like splinter obviously got turned into a rat because of this dude which helped to make him spiral into depression #Leo of course will not shut up about the roof incident #and April like she said is the only human so it’s pretty fair to assume she has beef with the guy who wants to destroy all of humanity #I can’t think of any specific reason Donnie would hate Drax the way the other three would #but I do think he’d be down for some good shit talking regardless #tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #ashlynposts

[hellodarjeeling]

An update on this post and this post. The weird noise that happens every month at 3:30 am and then 4:40 am is back, because of course it is!

I’ve been keeping a record of the days/times that I hear the noises, which you can see below:

You’ll notice that the times before Sept. 4 are nice round numbers; I only recently made the decision to go back, review the backyard camera footage, and mark the exact times to see if there was any pattern… which there appears to be. You’ll kindly notice that Daylight Savings did not affect the noises (which leads more weight to my theory that something mechanical/on a schedule is responsible).

The latest occurrence was on Christmas morning, and I had a feeling the night before that it would happen when it did. Weirdly though, this time around the noises were quieter than usual, so maybe whatever is happening is losing steam? If it happens to eventually taper off and stop, that’s great, but I also want to know the source, just so I know how to prevent it from ever happening again in the future, y’know?

#the curious incident of the noise in the night-time #anyway this is the only time I’ll accept theories about Santa being on the roof #every time someone suggests aliens or ghosts or other stuff like that I age 50 years #so don’t do that thanks

[karudsbip]

tell me about vrisrezi

you could say that vriska's highest desire is safety, and that she pursues it in two ways--control, and escape, with control being secondary to escape. foremost she wants to simply be out of the bad situation, but if that doesn't feel possible to her, she'll settle for trying to control it. and when you look at her relationship with terezi through this lense, it seems pretty clear that terezi provides her with control. control over herself ("vriska you're doing bad fix your behavior") and control over her situation (helping her feed her lusus/being her co-leader). and that's nice, but when i first thought of it like that, it made me a little sad. what terezi gives vriska will always be secondary to what vriska wants most, which she tries to acquire from john or tavros. but then i thought... at the end of homestuck, vriska is "stuck." she can't escape paradox space and make her way back to earth c (or she doesn't want to, but for now let's assume she simply can't). what does terezi do, then? she resolves to find her and bring her home. she decides to provide her with escape, rather than control. and the only other time she's done so is when she killed her on the meteor rooftop. and i think that's just... really kind of beautiful? killing vriska was an unintentional act of love, and now, at the end, she's repeating it, intentionally, not to help her on accident by getting rid of her, but to help her on purpose by finding her. like kissing someone on accident once and re-doing it, better this time.

#im not alone in wondering why john doesn't just retcon powers nab vriska and bring her home #and i suppose this provides an answer to that question #because it's not john's /place/ to do that #it's best if terezi is the one to save her #it's important that she has the chance to prove that her relationship with vriska can be more than just a salve for inescapable misery #and to perform that inversion of their meteor roof incident #asks

[impostorsshow]

I MADE A THING FOR MY BEST CHARACTER

#the incident that split her and vira into two seperate people was. getting stuck on the nether roof #kind of that was just when vari became aware of it KINDA SHES NOT ACTUALLY?? but first encounter #because i got stuck on the nether roof fuck bedrock >:< /j #*slaps roof of car* this gal can fit so much lore #anyway they are my baby i love them #they arent my one and only though that place is taken by a character that. i physically forgot how to draw #talk talks #art #i get why people have a favorite tag now #also her ex gf thats not really an ex but not really her gf is my EX'S SKIN LUCK I STILL LOVE YOUR SONIC SHITPOSTS IN THE TBR SERVER AT 3 AM #vari is just me fr fr

[cemeterything]

Are you the guy who got stuck in a tree or a roof or somewhere tall?

yes

#the roof incident #if i ever have to run a political campaign or something im going to have to have you all killed to protect my image goddamn

[vitiateoriginator]

Randomly remembered when I was a kid still the with Jehovah's Witnesses and I proudly told my bible study teacher about all the new words I'd learned in school, including the word "prediction". She proceeded to scold me for using it, and commanded I never use that word again because predictions were tied to/synonymous to magic and witchcraft which Jehovah hates. And using words like that could wreck my chances of getting baptized. Like I cared.

#god I HATED that woman #Im so glad I'll never fucking see her again #stupid ancient old bat #get fucked miss Jackie #there were so many other things she did and said #like she hated animals. HATED them #made other witnesses lock up their pets when we'd go to their houses for group bible study. and made me lock my cats up too #when she came over to study with me #she also believed animals don't have souls and that they don't play. all they do is based on instinct #and that lesson made ke make a fool of myself in school once #when my englush teacher showed the class a vid of a crow rolling down a snowy roof repeatedly and asked if what he was doing was playing #and I was the first to answer and parroted what my bible study teacher told me #and got laughed at by the class and aggressively corrected by the teacher for it #the shit you teach kids matters #and this old hag was sitting here feeding me false information #and that incident was SUCH a big blow to my confidence and pride. because I've always considered myself so knowledgeable about animals #to fuck up a basic fact like that felt cripping to me. it snowballed into affecting my decision on my future career path #I wanted to be a zoologist but dropped that dream because if I couldn't get such a sinple obvious fact right how could I #ever be an animal scientist? #anyways those are just a few examples of her evil #she was also super snobby and judgemental of everyone. especially me and the way I talked or dressed #I wish her only the worse in life because she is such a vile and pathetic human being with nothing but hate in her heart #idk why I started thinking about this btw sometimes it just comes back to me #sam's rants about life

[berryblu-soda]

@chaotic-bumblebee-agenda​ gonna pass this convo onto a different post so we dont drown people in doctor house reblogs lmao

#fr!!! #my favorite finales are probably the hospital on lockdown bc theres a shooter loose in there #and the bomb incident (tho im not sure if that was a finale??) #shock value through the roof fr!! #anyways i think they started chicago med at some point?? but they were watching new amsterdam at the same time so idk which is which #plot osmosis got murky un ma brain UnU

[contreparry]

Happy Friday!! How about "A window filled with eerily smiling faces" from the Invisible Cities prompts?

Here’s some Ostwick Circle Trevelyan for @dadrunkwriting !

“Now remember! Reverend Mother Dorothea has come to visit the First Enchanter and Knight Commander and give a sermon, so be on your best behavior while we’re gone!” Lydia ordered the young apprentices, all of them ranging from age five to ten. “No stray spells, listen to your teacher, and do not give him grief while we are out of the classroom!”

“Yes, Enchanter Lydia,” the children chorused.

“Apprentice Evelyn will be back to take over the lessons before the hour is out,” Lydia added, “so be good for her replacement, or she will be quite cross indeed! Especially after all the effort we put in to make her look nice!”

“Enchanter Lydia!” Evelyn whispered as the children giggled. She nervously smoothed out the front of her robes, clean blue linen perfectly pressed. Lydia had braided her hair into an ornate plait that she pinned up in a crown around her head. Lydia insisted on the formal robe and the elaborate braid- Reverend Mother Dorothea was an important woman, Lydia insisted, and she wanted to show off her beloved apprentice at her best. Even the children were invested, for Lydia had them vote on which hair ribbon should be woven into her hair. They picked the canary yellow one after much debate, and they shouted suggestions to Lydia as she braided Evelyn’s hair. It’s a very important sermon, Lydia informed the children as she tucked the stray ends of the ribbon into Evelyn’s braid. Adults only, Lydia informed the children, but Evelyn would be back soon enough.

Evelyn would much rather remain with the junior apprentices, teaching them magical theory and how to safely coax a flame to life and hold it in the palm of their hand. But Lydia so rarely asked her for anything. Naturally Evelyn was (mostly) happy to assist her mentor and her first friend in Ostwick Circle. Even if it meant dressing up and greeting a Chantry mother she didn’t know.

“Please remember to mind your manners with Enchanter Thomas, children,” Evelyn addressed her charges. “If you are good and diligent, we will spend a class out in the herbarium to study the plants we use for potions.”

The promise of an outdoor lesson was well-received, and as the children whispered excitedly to each other Lydia linked her arm with Evelyn’s and whisked her out of the classroom. As they walked down the corridor Evelyn glanced over at her mentor. The young woman had carefully swooped a dash of kohl along her eyelashes, drawing attention to her bright green eyes. Her curly pale blond hair was carefully dressed and pinned back, and her own olive green robes were almost rigid with starch.

“Who is this Reverend Mother Dorothea, Lydia?” Evelyn whispered as they walked. “You’ve never dressed up this much for any other Chantry mother or sister who comes up here!” In fact, Evelyn couldn’t recall a time Lydia bothered to dress up for anyone! Reverend Mother Dorothea must be a fearsome woman, to make even easy-going, cheerful Lydia suddenly worry about decorum. She was ten years Evelyn’s senior and a talented mage who specialized in creation magic. Her talent and efforts made up for her disregard of most social norms, so if Lydia was worried- Evelyn’s hand instinctively tightened around Lydia’s elbow, searching for some comfort from her friend.

Lydia halted in the hall. She glanced around, as if making sure that they were truly alone, before she grasped Evelyn’s hand and tugged her into a shadowed alcove.

“… the Divine is sick,” Lydia murmured.

“She’s always sick,” Evelyn replied. Divine Beatrix III hadn’t been in good health in years, if all the rumors from Val Royeux were true. Not a year passed without some whisper of the Divine’s flagging health. It had been that way since Evelyn was a child, and had only gotten worse as the years passed.

“It’s worse than before. Much worse. Would be surprised if she made it through the winter. Would be a miracle if she saw the beginning of 9:34,” Lydia said. “It’s said… I have a good source in Orlais. He says Dorothea is the Divine’s choice as her replacement.”

“Oh,” Evelyn tried to wrap her head around this information, tried to figure out why all this new information tied in with sleepy Ostwick, which was far away from Orlais and any power struggles within the Chantry. “I… see.”

Lydia sighed and squeezed Evelyn’s hands. “Think of it like chess. We move our center pawns out. We bring out our knight. We don’t move our king or our rook. Why?”

“So we take control of the board. Because knights can jump over the other pieces. So we can castle if we need to,” Evelyn promptly replied. “So… we’re playing twenty moves ahead?”

“We’re playing to win,” Lydia said. “There’s always someone rumbling about something, and having an ally in high places is the best way to keep Ostwick safe.”

“… so we dress up. And act nice,” Evelyn murmured. Lydia always tried to protect her and the other apprentices from rumors of Circle uprisings and Annulments, but they heard them anyways. This was why Lydia ought to be First Enchanter, a rebellious part of Evelyn muttered. Lydia cared about them, all of them, and she was clever. If she thought courting the favor of Reverend Mother Dorothea would help keep Ostwick’s Mages safe, then Evelyn would play the perfect apprentice Mage.

“You’re already nice, Evie,” Lydia said softly. “You don’t have to act. If you’re nervous you can ask to go check on the children. She’ll probably like that.”

“I’ll stay for as long as you need me,” Evelyn decided. “Enchanter Thomas needs to remember what it’s like to teach baby Mages, anyways.” If it were anyone else Evelyn would feel sorry for giving them her rambunctious class, but Enchanter Thomas was forever complaining about everything, especially the apprentices. He could use a bit of humbling. Harmless humbling, that is. She resolved to let the children have their outdoor lesson regardless of their behavior. Putting up with Enchanter Thomas had to count for something.

“We’ll stick together, then,” Lydia declared with a chuckle. “Come on, off we go.”

Both the First Enchanter and the Knight Commander stood in the chapel, shoulder to shoulder as they spoke with a third figure, a stately woman dressed in crimson and white with a golden sunburst upon her chest. Other Enchanters and apprentices milled about, every exit guarded by Templars. Even with their helms down Evelyn recognized some of them- Ser Quentin stood in the back left by the altar, while Ser Serena walked down the far right wall towards the choir loft, her deep brown hair escaping the lip of her helmet to dangle in a long tail down her back. 

Evelyn spotted her some of fellow apprentices dressed in the traditional formal blue robes, including her closest friends. Mara was still half asleep, her short auburn hair slightly mussed and her pointed ears red from the slight chill in the air. When she turned to wave at them Evelyn spied an ink stain on her round, freckled cheek. Paul, however, was as tidy and well-dressed as her- even more so, in fact. His beard was neatly trimmed to his sharp jaw. Silver earrings dangled from his pointed ears, and even his blue apprentice robes were ironed and starched.

“Lydia,” Evelyn whispered as they crossed the chapel floor. “This isn’t a normal sort of Chantry service, is it?” Between the extra guards and everyone decked out in their best- better than Chantry best, Evelyn couldn’t help the unease roiling about in her stomach. The Divine was sick, sicker than usual, and a Reverend Mother was giving a sermon.

“It’s normal, for the most part,” Lydia assured her. “Just.. some light politicking.”

“... wouldn’t a feast in Ostwick proper be more appropriate?” Evelyn already saw the arrangements her family would make: the finest of crystal and silverware polished until one could see their reflection, and crisp linens on all the tables. There would be fish from the harbor and venison from the woods and at least three types of soup. Mother would wear the Trevelyan emeralds and probably loop her hair up into a style that was... not unlike what she was wearing now.

Push your pawn out to the center to claim the board. Her grandmother said she looked like her mother, a round face and a swan-like neck. But her eyebrows were Trevelyan through and through. If anyone got a look at her and another member of the family, they would know. And they would draw their conclusions: Ostwick Circle has allies. Look at their own Mage child, kept here instead of sent off to another land.

“She will, later today,” Lydia murmured. “Ah, she noticed you. Good. Go take a seat, Evie.” Lydia pushed her away at the elbow, a soft, subtle movement that Evelyn followed automatically. Sit on bench. Listen to sermon. Ignore the way the elegant woman at the front of the chapel stared at her, her deep blue eyes tracking every step like she was a hawk and Evelyn her prey. Smile, she told herself. Smile like the dolls in the window of that one toy shop in Val Royeux, the one her grandmother walked her by when she was seven. Smile that serene smile of those finely dressed fashion dolls behind the glass, eerie and ethereal and not there-

Do it for the others, she told herself with every step. If Reverend Mother Dorothea’s interest in them bought Ostwick safety after Divine Beatrix was gone, she could endure staring. She could endure anything. She sat down on the bench with Mara at her right and Paul behind her, folded her trembling hands in her lap, and reminded herself that pawns weren’t needlessly sacrificed and Lydia was a decent chess player. She knew what she was doing.

Lost in her thoughts and worries, Reverend Mother Dorothea’s sermon went in one ear and out the other. Evelyn hadn’t even realized it was over until the others rose to their feet and she hastily popped up to join them, all of them retreating from the chapel to their respective duties. Evelyn was going to make good her escape and return to the classroom when Lydia snatched her elbow and drew her aside.

“Take a walk around the gardens before you go back in. You look a little peaky, Evie. The fresh air will do you good,” she suggested brightly, and when she leaned in close she whispered.

“The Reverend Mother brought a companion with her- a girl your age- eighteen? Nineteen? She has red hair, is dressed in a tunic and hunting boots. It might be worth it to make a new friend and say hello to her, no?” Lydia suggested before sending Evelyn off with a smile.

At least it was a good excuse to wander around the herbarium, Evelyn thought as she walked away from the chapel and into the cool autumn afternoon. She could make lesson plans along the way. Perhaps, she thought with a grimace as she remembered just how many of her pupils were related to important people in the Free Marches, she would start with a short lesson on chess.

#my writing #da drunk writing circle #she never found Leliana because Leliana was hanging out on the roof #years later Leliana remembered this incident and laughed about it #I wanted to play with more Ostwick Circle ideas #like how noble children (even Mages) get drawn into power struggles

[witchblade]

being an 80HD child resulted in a lot of incidents that felt like teleporting

#like up until early mid teens i remember getting into situations where i could not explain why i had done it #im thinking of the Three separate falling off building incidents where like #if you had asked me or my parents i was absolutely not a daredevil seeming child by nature i seemed very cautious when i was at neutral #but then something would catch my attention and everything would shut off immediately like all processes at zero #which means for years ive had multiple memories that were just me Seeing Something and then the consequences #ie me seeing an extremely climbable path up to our neighbors roof awning and then my immediate next memory is me on the roof #0 decision making no deliberation and no recollection whatsoever of the action itself #i remember my mom getting upset and asking why i keep doing shit like that and me being only 30% sure tjat i did it at all #on reflection im really glad my parents didnt literally believe in possession like my aunt did