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99-devilz · 6 months
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get spooky with it...
My homies and I made an entry for scream jam 2023!!! Come see Dr Limin and become Normal.
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Or get worse. Idc.
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fromevertonow · 2 months
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peoplesprincessgeorge · 3 months
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charles + txt posts = sad?
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copperbadge · 2 months
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People who don't have aphantasia, who can see images in their head and such, I have a question.
When you have thoughts, do you hear them in a voice in your head? Like, if I "think to myself" something like remember to do the dishes, I don't actually think it as a phrase, its...conceptual, just a thing I know. Until recently I've always thought things like "I can hear it in my head" or "I thought to myself" were just idioms.
If I think about needing to do the dishes I don't hear it or get a visual of the dishes or whatnot. Do you?
I'm struggling yet again with DBT partly because I keep running afoul of the wording, and I can't tell if I'm taking it too literally or if it's asking me to do something a lot more abstract for me than for other people or what. We're in "mindfulness of current thoughts" at the end of the distress tolerance unit, and they keep saying things like notice the thought, don't judge the thought, watch the thought to see where it came from, you are not your thoughts. And like...okay...but I am. They come from me, they're part of me, I cannot watch a thought, it's a thought. Why would I judge it? It's me, I don't have emotions about my own thoughts, they're in my head so nobody can see them anyway.
But I'm beginning to think that there's a certain binary most people have where they don't consider their thoughts to be so integrated into their consciousness. I thought maybe it's because they can hear them or similar, and with aphantasia it's not a binary or even a spectrum, it's just in you. At least that's how it is for me. It'd be like telling me to notice but not judge the function of one of my kidneys. I mean, mission accomplished on not judging, but I don't have a way to consciously observe the kidney, it's on its own journey.
Anyway I just wonder. I'd like to understand at least one thing from this unit before we finish, but my track record suggests that I would do better to radically accept the reality that I will not.
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dimitrscu · 4 months
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someone at steam obviously got their ass beat by malenia a few too many times
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pierogish · 1 year
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Some skating au ideas (well costume ideas because i love costumes)
this post has inspired me a long time ago and i took Reigen's janky style from there and emotional skating for Mob to deal with his feelings. Then together with my friend we had fun developing some thoughts, they are below!
Reigen is a self-taught skater who developed a unique style with zero elegance but with constant blasts of energy (really sweaty). Mob is gradually opening up thanks to this freedom, accepting his own emotions and learning how to express their beauty in a performance, gaining confidence.
Teru and Mob meet just before one competition, probably practicing. Asshole Teru starts showing off, then tries to scare his opponent away (he usually does that to make sure his "rival" completely loses heart before competition even starts). Teru gets carried away which leads to a haircut with a skate blade..
Ritsu was envying his brother's skills for a long time and secretly practicing a lot on small rinks in malls. I'm not sure how to put Ekubo in the story, but either with his help or just by letting his negative emotions out, Ritsu finally finds his own strength and pace.
I see Tome being non-esper translating to her just not performing. She skates a lot for fun and enjoys herself. Shou also doesn't usually care about competitions, but decides to perform with Ritsu (and his gang?) to prove his dad wrong, i guess. They meet on the mall rink and find out later to perfectly balance each other out!
Yes, this is a penguin they give kids on ice rinks. I see Serizawa being actually a good skater, but always afraid to lose balance and fail only in front of people. also this looks just funny to me (and please consider rockhopper penguin's eyebrows)
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jade-len · 4 months
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i think it'd be funny if someone transmigrated as xin mo. the goddamn evil sword. instead of taking it seriously, they just really fucked around with bingge. and, somehow, ended up having the opposite effect of what it's supposedly rumored to do.
picture this: bingge, on the quest for revenge and power, comes across the almighty xin mo. this demonic sword killed everyone that dared to even try wielding it. and, the few who were lucky enough to have it by their side, eventually succumbed to the swords' will.
it is said that the sword is unlike any other, that it etches into your head and eats away your brain, until eventually it consumes you whole. it whispers, speaking in lust, greed, and hatred. it slowly beckons the wielder into giving in to the worst part of themselves and feeds off of pure sin. but to him, it is no matter; luo bingge will surely tame it.
and then he gets to the sword.
demonic qi practically oozes from xin mo. the aura surrounding it makes every part of luo bingge scream, "run; get away, away from that monster." his gut prods at him, begging bingge that this is probably a really bad idea. it's a little terrifying, how even luo bingge, the determined, vengeful demon, is now getting second thoughts about wielding xin mo from just being in its presence alone.
but luo bingge is too, a monster. so he ignores the screams of plea; pushing every thought of doubt in the back of his head, and tightly grips onto the handle. the world around him seems to spin and shake, tumble and crack, from the amount of force bingge needs to use in order to pull the sword of sin out of its place.
when bingge finally has it perfectly fit into the palms of his calloused hands, he hears whispering. he knows that the sword has accepted him as its new host.
the sword's language crawls up to him, as if it were feeling around his body and mind. checking every nook and cranny for it to settle into bingge's form, truly becoming one with the embodiment of sin. the words flow through his brain like a tragically broken guqin, a melody that holds him in a frighteningly familiar trance - all while simultaneously eating away at his brain in the worst ways possible, akin to a child and their favorite snack. it seems to beckon something, but even with luo bingge's impressive hearing, he cannot make out any words from the tone-deaf musical notes xin mo sings.
and then, it is clear. the land around him settles, and everything is still. xin mo itself seems to be.. content. at least, that is what luo bingge believes.
the language of this wretched sword reflects the state around these two monsters.
luo bingge expects it to demand for bloodshed, for the erotic ecstasy of multiple women, for bingge to steal the last of the finest gems of these horrible, vast lands.
instead, he hears this:
"yoooo damn that shit was crazy. did you see what i did there? man, you know, it feels so fucking good to get out of the dirt. hey, do you know if people can like, feed their swords or something? i'm kinda craving something spicy. we never know, in this wack world! wait, don't hold me like that, buddy. it'll make things real awkward."
but luo bingge is determined to get his revenge, so he puts up with the swords' constant rambling about.. whatever the hell it's thinking.
"wait, dude, did you seriously fuck a dying girl? that's wild. yeah, like i know she was dying but it doesn't sound like you wanted it. yo, listen to me, consent is very sexy."
"HAHA hey, dude, sir, man. you wanna play some 'i spy'? we don't have anything else to do. no? too bad, we're playing it. i spy a loser who doesn't wanna play i spy. hint: he's holding me right now."
"okay i know i'm supposed to be this super evil sword and beg to be used - woah that sounded real wrong - but can you at least clean me when you're done killing shit? if you don't, i'm gonna refuse to respond to you and you'll look like a dumbass trying to wield me."
"i can't hear you lalalalalalala you're not being very it girl right now lallalalaalalalla-"
somehow, this is worse than if xin mo was actually eating away at his brain.
weirdly enough though, as luo bingge starts spending more time with this weird ass, seemingly possessed sword, it starts to become more of a.. comfort to have it by his side than pure annoyance. he finds himself responding to it more, like, actually having full on conversations with it. it puts him at ease, wielding xin mo. the hatred doesn't consume him, instead, it seems to soothe the burning rage (and, admittedly, just replace it with small irritation) that holds onto his darkened heart.
xin mo is actually quite kind and caring, for a sword that's supposed represent and be the literal embodiment of sin. sure, it is a hassle to have it cooperate with him sometimes, and it does just ramble on and on about the most random things ever, not giving a single shit if bingge was in the middle of sleeping with maidens and slaying those who get in his way. for the first time, bingge feels so comfortable around something.
it's.. odd. what was supposed to be the turning point in his life, a big step in his plan for revenge, is now something akin to an... acquaintance. not like mobei-jun, or any of the women he's come across, but an actual, dare he say, friend.
sometimes, he finds himself thinking all of this delusional. is this what people were driven mad by? perhaps they simply could not handle dealing with a talking sword. he understands that xin mo was undoubtedly unbearable to be around at the beginning of their alliance, but it has never actually beckoned for blood, power, and sex. if anything, it does the opposite.
maybe he's the delusional one. maybe this is xin mo's way of getting to him.
maybe, xin mo should be considered a thing. the thought feels terribly laughable, as if he were witnessing a person horribly explain themselves. it also makes his teeth grind together in pure agitation.
"hey, you know, you didn't deserve any of the things they did. it wasn't your fault, binghe. the fact that you're half heavenly demon doesn't make you a monster, or any of that wild stuff.. uh, i'm here for you, okay? i know you don't really like talking about all of this or opening up, but i just want you to know that you can.. talk about it. it's not like i can tell anyone else, anyways.
hey- shit i didn't mean to make you cry! wait, wait it's okay to cry! you need to let it out anyways, i promise it doesn't make you weak. there, there. i don't have any hands, so me patting you on the head with my handle will have to do. there, there.. everything will be alright, you'll be okay. i'll be here every step of the way, even if you want to get rid of me."
xin mo, the demonic sword, is more of a person - a good person - than anyone he'd ever come across.
...and then bingge and the xin mo transmigrator become besties or he falls for the damn sword. knowing him, he probably doesn't even know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction anyways. maybe bingge gets a plant body for xin mo using airplane's wack writing. idk i typed all of this down in one sitting.
(plot twist: it's not that the transmigrator xin mo had the opposite effect, it was literally just a placebo effect. luo bingge thought that, and thus it actually did help him lmao)
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hajihiko · 2 years
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back off our boy!
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Cartoonish miniature version of me wearing a pilot’s uniform and sitting in front of a panel full of unlabeled levers, buttons, and dials: hey do you ever think about how strange it is that we exist?
Cartoony mini version of me wearing nerdy glasses sitting in a nearby chair reading a large book: We don’t exist, we are just fictional personifications of different parts of fishing-lesbian-catgirl’s brain meant to communicate to the audience the process of thought and internalized debate. For example, you’re the part in charge of body movement and fine motor control and I’m the part in charge of rational thought. That fidgety one over in the corner there represents anxiety, the two in the cage over there are intrusive thoughts and devils advocate, and the one sitting next to me eating trail mix is survival instincts
Survival instincts: sup BM
Body Movement: oh, that makes way more sense than having this one large person controlled by dozens of us each with our own quirks, personalities, and gimmicks, you’re so smart RT
Rational thought: of course, that’s what I’m here to represent afterall
Creative thought: hey hey hey my good buddy BM, can I take control for just a second, I won’t do anything bad I promise?
Body Movement: I’m supposed to make sure you and RT agree on everything before taking action
Rational thought: CT you understand how the system works, we can’t just let you take control
Creative thought: oh come on, you both owe me, I mean you saw how good that joke I made last week was, right?
Body movement: they did kind of save us from that conversation going really awkwardly, it couldn’t be that bad, right RT?
Rational thought: I am opposed to it but I will allow it just this once
Creative thought: thanks ladies, you won’t regret it. this one is gonna do numbers, I promise
Survival instincts: hey wait why am I getting a bad feeling about this?
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charlieism · 2 years
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baby colin robinson's youtube channel is actually something that can be so personal
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mordeiswrld · 6 months
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Why are yall okay with shipping literal SIBLINGS together (yes im talking about The coffinof andy and leyley.) like thats weird as fuck even the Dev is weird like why would you have a fetish about that…and people playing into it makes me fucking SICK they are BIOLOGICAL siblings.
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decarbry · 1 year
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Kurogiri and Yabureme are Shigaraki’s caretakers with their own separate purposes but at the same time they end up like siblings that Shigaraki needs to mediate. “tomura he’s TOUCHING ME” “Kurogiri, there’s literally two inches between you and his finger. stop it.” “no he was just touching me and stopped when you were looking he’s doing this on purpose”
......this was supposed to be a funny comic but instead it’s just sad
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hel7l7 · 11 months
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I want my life to be mine again
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zebrafiz · 1 year
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biblically accurate middle aged p.cakes (post-divorce) in which they:
1. don't have a child to solve their marital problems 2. both come to terms with what they really want in life
bob, a husband & a peaceful domestic life 
eliza, no spouse or children, simply money and steamy one night stands with hot mediterranean men
3. only remain in contact with each other because they formed some kind of weird fucked up bond by marrying so young and being so miserable together.. they also split custody for their cats
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these r the questions everyone is asking
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lpsotd · 1 month
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sorry but i can’t ignore the fact that brooke assaulted tom at her party
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