#I'm really really trying to write more and be kinder to myself about it as I...don't just wanna be a headcanon writer you know?

[dootznbootz]

Some water wife headcanons plz?

Okay, so I am trying to be a bit more "stingy" with my headcanons as like, I DO wanna write my gal myself lol, but here's some quirks:

1.) Girl eats raw fish. She's got a stomach of steel and isn't really picky. Preferences ofc, but her teeth are strong and sharp enough to cronch on bone. Also she's the youngest in mine. Girl knew how to scrap with her siblings lol. It's part of the reason why she got so sick in my fic. (Odysseus actually has quite a few allergies and is a lil Picky. Penelope eats his leftovers that he doesn't want)

2.) Hates bracelets. Usually ends up breaking them from messing with them too much even if it's not on purpose. As a kid, she would give them to Menelaus while he was in exile and hanging out with them all as he loves them...until he got too big and he couldn't wear the ones that were gifted to her 😞

3.) Snooty and petty. You're afraid of snakes and she doesn't like you? "Did you notice the new earrings I got? Aren't they lovely?" *they are little snakes*

[goddessinnerglow]

Become Your Best Version Before 2025 - Day 15

The Power of Self-Talk

Hi Goddesses! Let's talk about something we all do every single day, often without realizing it, talking to ourselves. You know that little voice in your head that's always commenting on everything? Yeah, that one. Let's make it work for us instead of against us!

Think about it: would you talk to your best friend the way you sometimes talk to yourself? If you just had a mini "oh…" moment, you're not alone. I used to be the queen of harsh self-talk until I realized I was basically being a mean girl to myself 24/7.

So today, we're going to transform that inner critic into your biggest cheerleader. Not in a fake, toxic positivity way, but in a real, authentic way that actually sticks.

Let's look at how we can flip the script:

The Inner Dialogue Check-In

First, let's catch those thoughts! For just one hour today, try to notice your self-talk. No judgment, just observation. You might be surprised at what you hear. Are you:

Beating yourself up over tiny mistakes?

Comparing yourself to others?

Dismissing your achievements?

Using words like "always" and "never" about yourself?

The good news? Once you notice these patterns, you can start changing them.

The Language Swap Game

Here's a powerful trick: imagine your thoughts are text messages you can edit before sending. Let's practice some rewrites:

Instead of "I'm so stupid for making this mistake" Try: "I'm learning from this experience"

Instead of "I'll never be good enough" Try: "I'm growing and improving every day"

Instead of "Everyone else has it figured out except me" Try: "Everyone's on their own journey, and I'm exactly where I need to be"

The Mirror Exercise

This one might feel weird at first, but it works! Every morning when you look in the mirror:

Give yourself one genuine compliment

Say one thing you're proud of

Set one kind intention for the day

Start small, even a simple "Hey, I like your energy today" counts!

Building Your Confidence Playlist

Create a collection of phrases that make you feel strong. Your personal highlight reel might include:

Times you overcame challenges

Compliments you've received that felt truly meaningful

Your proudest moments

Little wins that made you smile

Keep these handy for when your inner critic gets too loud.

The Permission Slips Exercise

Write yourself permission slips, just like in school, but these are for:

Making mistakes and learning from them

Taking up space

Saying no without guilt

Being a work in progress

Changing your mind

The Reframe Game

When you catch a negative thought, ask yourself:

Would I say this to my best friend?

Is this thought helping or hurting me?

What would someone who loves me say instead?

What's a more balanced way to look at this?

Your Daily Self-Talk Rituals

Pick one or two of these to try:

Morning power phrases (said out loud!)

Gratitude check-ins with yourself

Evening appreciation moments

Celebratory self-high-fives (yes, really!)

The goal isn't to never have negative thoughts. It's to catch them, question them, and choose whether to believe them.

Your Challenge for today

Notice your self-talk patterns for one hour (set a timer if it helps!)

Pick ONE negative phrase you use often and write down a kinder alternative

Try the mirror challenge (even if it feels silly at first)

Remember, changing your inner dialogue is like learning a new language, it takes practice, patience, and lots of gentle reminders. You've got this, and more importantly, you deserve this!

See you tomorrow for Day 16!

♡ ☆:.｡ Keep glowing, babes! ♡ ☆:.｡ With love, Goddess Inner Glow.

[gothicxreylover]

Hi there! I've yet another scenario that's been stuck in my mind since forever. I'm gonna call the characters LIs (lover interests) here. They include the Hashiras, Yushirou and Lady Tamayo. If you don't write for the latter 2, feel free to stick with the Hashiras only 🤗

How would yandere LIs react to y/n rejecting their love confession? However, it isn't because y/n doesn't love them. Quite the contrary, y/n likes them greatly but it isn't romantic love yet. They're always fixated on the idea that they aren't worthy of the LIs' love and that the LIs deserve someone else much better. It could be y/n's own self-deprecation or a negative thought that was drilled into their mind, like they were raised that way or sth.

Y/n even resorts to listing anything and everything bad about themselves in hopes of getting the LIs to fall out of love with them for good, or at least scare them away. Y/n keeps urging the LIs to find someone who can love and treasure them properly as they deserve. In their innocent minds, the LIs' happiness matters more and y/n is happy if the LIs are happy, even if it's not with y/n. They strongly believe in the saying of "if you love someone, you let them go."

As always, take your time and have a great day!

Here you go! Sorry for the wait I’ve kinda forgotten about everything around me lately lol. I hope you enjoy!

Giyu Tomioka

Giyu is a man of few words, but when he confesses, it’s after a long internal battle. His heart is pounding, voice quiet but steady as he tells you he loves you. When you reject him, his silence is deafening.

At first, he thinks you don’t return his feelings and prepares to leave with quiet grace—until you start listing your “flaws.”

Your hands shake as you murmur things like,

“I’m not strong like you.”

“I’m too quiet.”

“I’m not beautiful.”

“You deserve someone brave… someone better.”

That’s when his expression breaks. Not into anger, but deep, stormy grief.

“You think I don’t know what it’s like to feel unworthy?” His voice cracks faintly.

“I thought the same of myself. That I didn’t deserve to live. That I didn’t deserve Sabito’s forgiveness… but you made me feel like I could be more.”

He steps forward, hesitant but intense. “If loving someone means letting them go, then I refuse. I won’t be happy without you. You’re not leaving me behind.”

Giyu won’t force you to love him back right away—but he’ll stay close. Watchful. Protective. “I’ll wait. But don’t expect me to love anyone else. I already found who I want.”

Shinobu Kocho

She smiles as she confesses, voice sweet, almost teasing. But behind her lavender eyes is raw sincerity. When you gently push her hand away and shake your head, she goes quiet.

You say it’s not her—it’s you. And then you start listing everything “wrong” with yourself. She listens… and then chuckles.

“Oh dear… you really don’t understand, do you?”

There’s something eerie about how calm she remains as you tell her she should love someone who deserves her. “Someone smarter, kinder, prettier, stronger.”

“You’re not trying to protect me, love,” she says softly, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You’re trying to hurt yourself through me. But that’s not how this works.”

You flinch when her tone shifts from gentle to possessive. “I’ve made my choice. I don’t want someone else. I want you. If you’re broken, then I’ll love every cracked piece.”

Shinobu doesn’t mind if it takes time. But she’s not giving you up. Not now. Not ever.

She’ll stay smiling—while making sure you never try that little self-sacrificial act again.

⸻

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi is furious—but not at you. At himself. At whoever made you think so little of yourself.

You barely finish listing your “flaws” before he grabs your shoulders, shaking with restraint. “Who the hell told you that crap? Who made you believe that?”

You try to explain—family, your own thoughts, fear—but he cuts you off. “No. You don’t get to say that. Not to me. I’ve seen real monsters. You’re not one of them.”

When you say he deserves better, Sanemi’s face darkens. “Better? I’ve killed, bled, and suffered so much—I don’t want perfect. I want you.”

He’s emotional, raw, loud—but you feel his hands tremble.

“You think I’d ever fall out of love with you? That I’d ever leave you? Too late. I’m already yours.”

From that day forward, Sanemi becomes your fiercest defender—especially from your own mind.

Kyojuro Rengoku

When Rengoku confesses, it’s with unwavering passion. His voice is strong, eyes blazing with sincerity, full of warmth and hope. He doesn’t do things halfway—his love is a wildfire, and when you shake your head and reject him, he falters for the first time in what feels like forever.

“You… don’t feel the same?” he asks, confusion and pain lacing his voice.

But then you say it:

“It’s not that I don’t love you. I just… I’m not worthy of you, Kyojuro. You deserve someone amazing, not someone like me.”

You try to smile while your voice shakes, rattling off every little insecurity, every reason you believe you’re not enough. But it doesn’t push him away.

Instead, he drops to his knees in front of you and gently takes your hands in his.

“Don’t say that. Never again.”

His voice breaks. Just once.

“I don’t love you because you’re perfect. I love you because you’re you. Brave. Honest. Gentle. Even when you’re hurting.”

He presses his forehead to your knuckles, reverent. “If I’m worthy of anything in this world, let it be you.”

From that moment, he becomes your eternal flame—burning away every doubt and reminding you, again and again, how much you mean to him.

⸻

Mitsuri Kanroji

Her confession is teary-eyed, bubbly, and radiant. She clasps your hands in hers and tells you how you’ve stolen her heart—and how she’s never felt this way before.

And then, your gentle “no” shatters her.

She pulls her hands back, trembling. “O-oh… you don’t like me?”

When you begin explaining, listing all the things you think make you unlovable, she cries harder—not out of rejection, but heartbreak for you.

“No, no, no! Don’t say those things about yourself!” she wails, holding your face with trembling hands.

“You’re amazing! You’re so sweet and gentle and beautiful in ways you can’t see!”

You tell her you just want her to be happy, even if that happiness is with someone else.

But she shakes her head.

“I’d never be happy with anyone else! You’re the one who makes my heart flutter!”

She’ll cry and hold you and promise again and again that she won’t give up on you. “I’ll show you how lovable you are! Every single day!”

And she will. Because loving you is as natural to her as breathing.

⸻

Obanai Iguro

He never thought he’d confess. Never thought someone like you could ever love a man like him.

But he did it anyway.

And when you reject him, he nods stiffly, silent behind his bandages… until you begin explaining why.

“I’m not pure. I’m not brave. I’m not good enough. I’m nothing special.”

He turns away—but his shoulders shake. Not with anger. With the weight of hearing your pain mirror his own.

“You sound like me…” he whispers.

You blink, caught off-guard.

He turns back, and there’s a haunted softness in his eyes. “I thought those same things. I still do.”

When you tell him he deserves better, he steps forward. “So do you.”

His voice is trembling now. “You’ve made me want to live. To love. To protect. If I can feel that way for someone like me… don’t I get to love you, too?”

He doesn’t need your love now. Just your presence. Just a chance.

“I’ll never stop wanting you. Even if it hurts.”

⸻

Muichiro Tokito

At first, he doesn’t understand. You say you can’t accept his love, and he tilts his head slightly, confused. “But… I thought we got along well?”

You begin listing your faults—your flaws—each one like a knife to your own heart.

He listens. Quiet. Calm.

But something in his eyes shifts.

“That’s not true,” he says flatly.

You blink. “What?”

“You’re not unworthy. You’re not flawed. Not to me.”

There’s an eerie calm in the way he approaches you, looking down at you with that dreamy gaze sharpened by fierce devotion.

“You’re mine. You don’t get to decide you’re not enough. I already chose you.”

It doesn’t matter if your love is still growing. He’s patient. But the idea of letting you go? No. Never.

“You can’t scare me away. You can’t hurt me with lies about yourself.”

He’ll stay beside you until you believe in your worth again—no matter how long it takes.

Gyomei Himejima

His confession is soft, nearly prayer-like, as though offering you a sacred part of himself. You’ve never heard your name spoken with more reverence.

So when you quietly reject him, his face crumples with silent grief.

“You don’t feel the same?” he whispers, fingers trembling around the beads of his rosary.

But then, you begin.

“I do care for you, but… I’m not worthy. I’m weak. I’m not beautiful. I have nothing to offer.”

Your voice is cracked and honest, listing every scar on your heart like a confession of your sins.

Gyomei falls to his knees and clasps his hands in front of him, as if praying for you.

“You are the most precious being I have ever known,” he says, eyes misted with tears. “Even your pain is sacred to me.”

He gently reaches for your hand, not to hold, but to press his forehead to it in supplication.

“You are not unworthy—you are human. Let me love you, not in spite of your flaws, but because I see through them.”

His devotion is quiet but unyielding. He’ll wait a lifetime for you to believe what he already knows.

⸻

Tengen Uzui + Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru

Tengen confesses with his usual flair—roses, sparkles, a whole dramatic gesture. His wives giggle and nudge you forward, each one looking so proud of him… and so excited for you to join them.

But you flinch. And you say, “I’m sorry. I can’t.”

They all freeze. For once, Tengen has no words.

“I’m not like you,” you whisper. “Not graceful like Hinatsuru. Not strong like Makio. Not sweet like Suma. I’m just… plain. Unworthy. You deserve someone better.”

Suma bursts into tears instantly. “NOOOOO! Y/N, don’t say that!”

Hinatsuru reaches for you calmly but firmly. “Is that really how you see yourself?”

Makio’s fists clench. “Who told you that crap? We’ll kill them.”

Tengen kneels before you, deadly serious. “I’ve seen what ‘unworthy’ looks like. I’ve seen cowards. Liars. Cruel people. You are none of those things.”

“You shine just as brightly to me as they do,” he adds, glancing at his wives with love. “You don’t have to be like them. You just have to be you.”

Makio grabs your hand. “You’re already part of our hearts.”

Hinatsuru smiles, tears in her eyes. “And we won’t let you go.”

Even Suma manages a watery grin. “We’ll love you until you believe you deserve it!”

You’re never alone again—not with four relentless hearts devoted to loving every inch of you.

⸻

Genya Shinazugawa

He stumbles over his words when he confesses—red-faced, flustered, clearly terrified. “I-I like you, okay?! A lot! And I—I want to be with you.”

When you softly turn him down, his heart stops. And then… you start listing things.

“I’m broken. I overthink everything. I’m clingy. I’m not pretty. You deserve someone who doesn’t cry at night or shut down out of nowhere…”

He cuts you off. Harshly.

“Don’t say that!”

His voice breaks.

“You think you’re the only one with scars?” he snaps, voice trembling. “I’ve been called a freak. A failure. I’ve lost everything—until I met you.”

He stares at you, eyes glassy. “You’re the first person who made me feel like I wasn’t nothing.”

“You can push me away all you want,” he growls, tears running down his cheeks. “But I’m not letting go. I’ll prove you’re worth it if I have to tear the damn sky apart.”

⸻

Yushirou

His confession is a little stiff, a little awkward—he’s not used to feeling anything this strongly for anyone who isn’t Lady Tamayo.

When you reject him, he immediately assumes it’s his fault.

“Did I say something wrong? Was I too direct? Is it because I’m… like this?”

But then you begin to speak. Quiet, shame-filled. “It’s not you. I just don’t deserve to be loved like this. I don’t shine like she does. I’m nothing special.”

His eyes widen—and then they narrow.

“Don’t compare yourself to Lady Tamayo,” he says sternly. “She is irreplaceable. So are you.”

His tone is cold—angry, almost—but you realize the anger is on your behalf.

“Your light doesn’t need to be blinding,” he says, softer now. “You shine where I can see you. You reached me. That’s more than enough.”

He may not be warm, but he is loyal to a fault. And once he decides you’re worth loving, he will never change his mind.

⸻

Lady Tamayo

Her confession is warm, steady—delivered with gentle wisdom and an affection so deep it frightens you. And so you say “no.” For her sake.

You start explaining… why you’re not good enough. Why she deserves more. How your flaws would only weigh her down.

She listens. Then steps forward and cups your cheek, eyes filled with sorrow.

“You remind me of myself… many years ago,” she murmurs. “A woman burdened with guilt, with sorrow, with the belief that she was beyond redemption.”

“I thought I had to be perfect to be worthy of kindness.”

She smiles, sad and loving. “But love isn’t given to the flawless. It’s offered to the human. And I see such beautiful humanity in you.”

She places a hand over your heart. “If I am worthy of love, then so are you.”

She doesn’t push. But she stays—kind, patient, and endlessly nurturing. Until your heart finally dares to believe it deserves love, too.

[italeean]

Truth or Dare?

A game of truth or dare takes an unexpected turn~

A/N: Hello hello everyone! Merry belated Christmas and Happy New Year!! 🥂✨️ I hope everyone is doing well, and if someone isn't, I hope that 2025 will be kinder to you ❤️ Today I'm here to deliver my gift for @duckymcdoorknob because I'm the one and only squealing santa for this amazing person anf super talented writer!! It's a honor to write something for you, especially because I've been reading your fics ever since before I created an account here! You're a source of inspiration for everyone, dear... stay amazing and Buon Natale 💚🤍❤️

PS. A huge thanks to @cantsaythetword for hosting this amazing @squealing-santa !! You did an amazing job, thank you for giving us the possibility to partake in this beautiful event 🥹🩵

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic. If it's not to your taste, I don't suggest you read it.

It wasn't meant to go like this... it wasn't meant to go like this at all.

Tighnari kept staring at his friend, not knowing what to say next. The situation wasn't that complicated, he just had to complete a dare...

[FLASHBACK TO 30 MINUTES PRIOR]

"Cyno, I'm absolutely exhausted... I yield, please show some mercy!" The fennec fox pleaded, his tail thumping nervously on the floor. It was the 10th match of Genius Invokation TCG he played with Cyno, and the 10th match he lost. He really needed a change.

It was in that moment that Cyno proposed a few rounds of truth or dare, just to get to know each other even better and have a good laugh together. Tighnari wasn't too fond of the idea, but he was desperate to stop playing TCG enough to accept without hesitation.

Things seemed to go pretty smoothly for a while... until the fox picked "truth" and a much-dreaded question came.

"Are you ticklish?"

The poor Amurta graduate tried to change topic by immediately switching to a dare, but Cyno was too cunning, too curious and most importantly too mischievous to let go such a fundamental topic that easily, which is why he chose a very specific dare for his friend: "I dare you to raise your arms for five minutes straight, so that I can get the answer to thw question I asked you by myself."

[END OF THE FLASHBACK]

And there Tighnari was, undecided about what to do. Stop playing? Cyno would ambush him. Answer the question? Cyno would use that info immediately, just to verify, obviously... Raise his arms? A literal death sentence, unless he managed to hold back his laughter.

He decided to risk it all and go with the third option, hoping that his friend would get bored by the lack of reaction, so he raised his arms all the way above his head, exposing his torso. There was no way that a forest ranger like him wouldn't be able to handle a little tickle, right?

Oh how wrong he was...

The moment Cyno's hands came in contact with his sides, he wanted to crawl out of his skin and screech. He'd never realized that those fingers were so nimble, strong and gracefully merciless.

"Hm- hmpfff-!" A few sounds came out and didn't go unnoticed by the General Mahamatra, who somehow seemed to know how to make this whole ordeal as unbearable as possible.

"Come on... laugh a little more, I don't understand if you're ticklish or not" Cyno purred, clearly in his element whenever it came to annoy Tighnari. "Am I hurting you? Do you need me to stop..?"

The black-haired guy felt the immediate  need to reassure his friend, so he muttered a quick "N-no..."

If only he could've seen Cyno's ominous smirk when he gave that answer...

"Oh well, if you don't  need me to stop, I don't see why I should~"

"Nononono Cyno be reasonable, d-don't do anything dumb you'll regr- AAAAAEEHHH-!" The unlucky fennec fox didn't even have the time to protest when ten mischievous fingers reached his lower back, right at the base of his tail.

"HAHAHAHAHA CYNO PLEASEEE MOVE ALREHEHEHEADYYY!" He scream-laughed on top of his lungs, trying to crawl away... only to have the General Mahamatra sit on the back of his knees to keep him pinned to the ground.

"I am already moving, Nari." The white-haired guy stated as if it was obvious, "Don't you feel my fingers move right here?" He poked the area he was targeting just to enjoy the squeals of his friend, "Should I move a little faster?" He didn't even wait for an answer, he started scribbling all over the sensitive area at full speed, hoping that no one would come after hearing the glass-piercing screech made by the forest ranger.

After a while, he decided to show some "mercy" and change spots, targeting Tighnari's palms, where he had smooth, soft pads like foxes have. Is it really mercy if the second spot is worse than the first one, though? It was no secret that Tighnari never let anyone touch his pads, due to their sensitivity, and he was right to do so, because the lightest, softest caress had him in tears, to the point that Cyno decided to have actual mercy and stop the assault.

The Spantamad graduate gave his friend a minute to recover, then he scooped him up in his arms and gave him some needed ear and scalp scritches, which never failed to make the dark-haired guy melt.

"I guess my question has found a certain answer," Cyno stated after a few minutes, "you are deadly ticklish... too much for your own good." He concluded, chuckling at the irritated thump that Tighnari's tail made.

Another five minutes passed, and both friends were absolutely relaxed when the fennec fox's eyes fluttered open, gazing at his friend's peaceful features.

"Hey Cyno, can I ask you something?" Tighnari asked while wrapping his arms around the General Mahamatra. "Sure, go ahead." The white-haired guy replied without even bothering to open his eyes, feeling completely safe where he was.

"Are you ticklish?"

[reineyday]

ah, i started rambling in the tags and then hit the limit 😅🙏 but yeah just wanted to reiterate despite the things i'm questioning in the tags that i do like your take that it's tragic because it's not enough in spite of it all. it certainly lends an extra layer of sadness to the demon stories we as readers connect with the most.

something something akaza and douma are such a haunting set of characters because douma feels nothing and he's so detached from not only his own but humanity in general due to his upbringing and the way he embraces his monstrosity but feels nothing in the process makes for a very dark take on the deeply unsettling nature of faking joy and gleefulness in the face of cruelty and violence instead of even making an effort to fake a more appropriate emotion like grief or disgust vs akaza who is so emotional and so incapable of not wearing his heart on his sleeve and chases the humanity he lost but craves because even though he can't remember what it is there's a strong feeling tying him to his mortal existence and the way he tries to capture that humanity by regulating his monstrosity with a pointless moral code and him searching for humans that are on par with him in terms of strength in order to subconsciously prove to himself that it's not a waste of time to hold onto humanity and that there's purpose to be found in it even if his monstrosity tells him otherwise to then regain a smidge of his humanity in the end only by succumbing to weakness makes for an equally dark take on the tragedy of doing everything right but ultimately losing to the circumstances that pushed and pushed and pushed you until you were too far gone to find any other way out than death.

something something douma faking grief about akaza's passing for a moment before coming to the conclusion that upholding this facade of humanity is not worth it makes my heart clench.

[atlantis-is-burning]

Dead Boy Detectives Cancelation

So in light of the heartbreaking news of Dead Boy Detectives getting canceled, I decided to write a letter to @netflix It's the first time I've ever felt compelled to reach out to a major company regarding their services but I wanted them to know how much the show means to us as fans and what they're taking away from us by canceling it.

For me, the show was a literal life-saver. Without going into too much detail, I was in a very dark place prior to its release and it was the only thing that helped me through it. That and meeting all of you =)

I don't know what impact it will have, if any, but if you would like to write a letter to Netflix as well letting them know what the show meant to you, I would definitely do so. Our community may be small compared to other fandoms but we are passionate and devoted to this show and they deserve to hear from us.

I've attached the letter below the cut for anyone who would like to read it and believe me, I'm not trying to medal in the tragedy Olympics with the intro, it's just a fact of what happened.

Maybe the show helped you in ways you couldn't imagine. Maybe it made you feel better about yourself or something that occurred in the past. Maybe it was just a fun comfort show for you that you really enjoyed. Whatever the reason, this show brought out the best in people and made the world feel just a little bit kinder for a while and I will never forgive Netflix for taking that away.

To whom it may concern,

On April 29th, I sat down and watched the first episode of the Dead Boy Detectives. 

I had heard good things about the show since its release a few days earlier, that it was fun and campy and easy to watch, but for me I was hoping it would be a distraction. A very close friend of mine passed away without warning on December 30th; she was just there one day and gone the next. The first half of the year was spent helping her family get her affairs in order while trying to process our shared grief and figure out how we could move on without her. 

I didn’t begin to feel like myself again until late March and by then it was only a fraction of who I had been before her passing. So when I sat down and pulled up the first episode of the Dead Boy Detectives, the only goal I had in mind was to pass a few hours watching a silly supernatural mystery show and think about something other than this sense of loss and imbalance that had settled over me.

It was the first time I smiled in nearly three weeks and it was the first time I laughed since December.

I watched the entire series, start to finish, in one night. Then I went back and watched it again the next day. And again a few days later. And for the first time since her passing, I felt like my friend was still there somehow, like we were watching it together. It was exactly the kind of show she would have loved when she was alive, flamboyant and silly with a touch of romance and mystery, so on my fourth rewatch of it, I sat on my couch with a picture of the two of us cradled in my lap, watching a show I know she would have enjoyed and feeling just the tiniest bit of my grief fade.

It was through the Dead Boy Detectives that I found a community online, a group of people who loved the show just as much as I did. We traded theories and ideas about the episodes, we excitedly welcomed new members who had just finished it and encouraged others to watch it in the meantime. We set up forums and threads on Reddit, we messaged each other, we embraced this silly, quirky show so much that it became a safe haven for a lot of us, it became a comfort series. We saw ourselves in this show and these characters and for many of us it gave us a sense of fellowship and belonging in a world where that feels more rare by the day.

And then it got canceled and for many of us, it felt like a slap in the face for the fans.

While I don’t claim to know the metrics on which a show’s success and renewal odds are based or what formula is used to determine ratings, I do know you didn’t see the fandom we created for ourselves because of this show. 

There are artists who make the most breathtaking art pieces you’ve ever seen, writers who bring you to tears with their works, and creators who painstakingly and lovingly created playlists and mood boards for each of the characters, matching them with songs and snippets of poetry that fit so perfectly it felt like it was made for them. There are fans who cosplay so well it looks like they borrowed the costumes directly from the production team and some who make jewelry and charms and trinkets that sell out almost before they complete them.

We engaged with the stars as well, wanting them to know how much we loved the show and these characters and how grateful we were to have watched them. We set up Q&As and asked them questions through Cameo, all the while thanking them for their work in bringing these characters to life. This show meant so much to us and we wanted them to know just what an impact they had had on more people than they ever could have imagined.

We were well aware of Netflix’s reputation of canceling shows based on poor viewership so we went in and organized weekly watch parties in an effort to increase the number of new viewers. We promoted it on Facebook and Twitter and Instagram, creators made videos for it on TikTok, and we created an entirely new tag on social media to bring more attention to this show we all loved so much.

Early on, there were several comments from people who said they were hesitant to even watch it; they had been burned before and didn’t want to get deeply involved with a new show that would turn into yet another “one season wonder.” We did our best to reassure them and convince them that this time it would be different; it wouldn’t be like all the shows that had been cut down before it could ever really develop. Since it was tied in with DC and The Sandman Universe, we promised them that maybe this time we could save it, maybe this time it would be enough.

And it was still canceled.

On Friday, August 30th, ten minutes after the news broke that Dead Boy Detectives had been canceled, I canceled my Netflix subscription. Netflix was the first streaming service I ever signed up for and today it is the only streaming service I have ever canceled. And, after watching the fallout in our little online community, watching the actual grief people were experiencing because of the cancellation, and scrolling through pages upon pages of outraged fans who swore they would never watch another program on Netflix and vowed to cancel their subscription that day, I can see that my decision was justified.

You have no idea the impact this show had on its viewers and you have no idea the impact you had when you took it away. We had people admit that the show helped them come to terms with their sexuality, helped them process deep-seated trauma, helped them love and accept themselves for who they were. We knew the Dead Boy Detectives would never be a runaway hit like Stranger Things or Bridgerton but we hoped and prayed that it would stick around just a little while longer, that we could enjoy these characters and their stories for even one more season before they were gone for good. 

For you it may have been just a silly little ghost show that was little more than a blip on the radar but for a lot of us it was so much more than that, it meant so much more than that.

I am under no illusions that this email will make a difference or that it will bring the show back from cancellation but I wanted you to know what an incredible and amazingly talented fandom you are leaving behind in its wake. These are people who put their heart and soul into the art they create and the words they put on paper and all we wanted was a chance to see that continue.

We are tired of being drawn into a program and falling in love with the characters with no guarantee that our viewership and involvement actually means anything. We are tired of begging for complex characters and the representation we crave in media only to have the rug jerked out from under us once we finally get it. We are tired of hoping and praying and campaigning to save a show that should easily be renewed for several seasons or, at the very least, a season two. 

We are tired of feeling like we’re being taken advantage of as fans, that the passion and excitement we have toward these shows and their stars, the kind of involvement you claim to want, is dismissed with little regard toward the fans of the show itself.

We are your audience and we are tired.

We will continue to love and cherish this show and these characters, without your involvement, and give them a much longer life than they ever had on your platform. This show, the cast and crew, and the fans deserve better than what you gave them and I hope you understand the tremendous amount of talent and passion you’re throwing away in your fan base.

With regards,

-M

[oceane4loveu]

☾𝕄𝕆𝕆ℕ𝕃𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋 BEAUTY ☾: 1 week to glow up

I really need a quick and simple glow up because I'm starting my job soon so I created a program to glow up in 1 week and really get to know myself and improve myself physically and mentally. You can do this program in 2 weeks or more if you want.

* ੈ✩‧₊˚day 1: lunar preparation

★shadow work: It’s time to work on yourself, answer their questions to get to know yourself better.

1. What did my childhood need most?

2. What am I avoiding?

3. What am I addicted to?

4. What secrets am I hiding and why?

5. Am I honest with myself and others?

6. What are my biggest misconceptions about myself?

7. What are my biggest fears?

8. What should I give up?

9. Am I a victim of trauma? Have I done enough to heal?

10. What do I need to forgive myself for?

11. What lessons do I still need to learn?

12. What do I want most in this life?

13. What are the first signs you notice and know that your mental health is deteriorating?

14. Do I try to hide parts of myself from others? Why ?

15. What was I like when I was a child?

16. What's the worst way someone could describe you?

★moodboard: makes a Moodboard that reflects your aspirations and your inspirations that you can look at every morning; you can put it as a wallpaper or hang it on the wall.

★ Do a major cleaning: tidy your room, delete numbers, sort through your phone, sort through your series and films, social media and my playlist, cut off toxic people.

★make a list of all your goals, choose 4 big goals in your life and separate them into smaller goals to make them easier to achieve.

★create a morning and night routine: you can copy that of someone who inspires you or simply create your own.

★do 1 hour of sport per day

* ੈ✩‧₊˚day2:inner radiance

★ start Journaling: write down your thoughts, your emotions, your thoughts for the day and also positive affirmations.

★make a list of things you like about yourself

★become softer:

1. When someone calls you, first turn to the person and smile: This helps you to be gentler and more polite towards the person you are talking to and after smiling it gives you the opportunity to speak in a kinder tone.

2. think before you speak: this is very important when learning to speak softer because it gives you time to pay attention to the tone of your voice and also be careful with the things you say.

3. Avoid yelling at others out of frustration: Yelling is the most important thing you should avoid when trying to speak softer. When you're frustrated or going through a tough time, try doing something you enjoy to calm yourself down like music, drawing, etc. instead of taking it out on others. if someone tries to make you angry, politely tell them to stop and don't let your anger control you.

* ੈ✩‧₊˚day3:educational brilliance

-listen to a podcast: I only listen to podcasts in French but if you don't like listening to podcasts you can watch videos from tam kaur, thewizardliz, simonesquared and more

-read a book: I recommend atomic habit, ikigai, the why cafe, the other books that I read are in French.

-learn a new language: on YouTube there are plenty of videos that you can find on the language of your choice.

-learn another skill: I chose to improve my computer skills but you can choose any skill it can be drawing, cooking whatever you want.

* ੈ✩‧₊˚day4:celestial radiance

-work on self-love

-work on self-esteem

* ੈ✩‧₊˚day5:lunar dream

-spa day at home

-meditation

-listen to your favorite music

-watch your favorite series or films

* ੈ✩‧₊˚day6: lunar flight

-find your ikigai: that is to say your reason for being, explore your passions, your values ​​and your talents to really find what motivates you here is an example:

-Black Swan mindset: the Black Swan mindset is about knowing your value and not letting others tell you your value, it is a mindset of trust and knowledge of your value.

* ੈ✩‧₊˚day7:moonlight beauty

become more feminine

1-have good posture: gives you more elegance, you seem taller and more confident.

2-smell good have a characteristic scent: could remind someone of you, smell good shows that you care about your hygiene.

3-Getting Your Nails Done: Getting your nails done could make you look confident and well-groomed.

4-style your hair: hair is a key point of your appearance and a good hairstyle could automatically make you even more beautiful.

5-wear jewelry: simple jewelry can enhance your outfit a lot and bring out your features.

things to do every day

☆ Workout

☆ Learn a new skill

☆ Listen to subliminals

☆ Meditate

☆ Read a book

☆ Do Journaling

☆ Listen to Podcasts

I'm going to start tomorrow and to stay organized and always have an idea of ​​what I have to do I created a simple Notion if you want it's right here જ⁀➴

𝕄𝕆𝕆ℕ𝕃𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋 BEAUTY

[astrangetorpedo]

Julien Baker Track by Track - An Interview with Apple Music

“Everybody is scared of death or ultimate oblivion, whether you want to admit it or not,” Julien Baker tells Apple Music. “That’s motivated by a fear of uncertainty, of what’s beyond our realm of understanding—whatever it feels like to be dead or before we're born, that liminal space. It's the root of so much escapism.”

On her third full-length, Baker embraces fuller arrangements and a full-band approach, without sacrificing any of the intimacy that galvanised her earlier work. The result is at once a cathartic and unabashedly bleak look at how we distract ourselves from the darkness of voids both large and small, universal and personal.

“It was easier to just write for the means of sifting through personal difficulties,” she says. “There were a lot of paradigm shifts in my understanding of the world in 2019 that were really painful. I think one of the easiest ways to overcome your pain is to assign significance to it. But sometimes, things are awful with no explanation, and to intellectualise them kind of invalidates the realness of the suffering. I just let things be sad.”

Here, the Tennessee singer-songwriter walks us through the album track by track.

Hardline

“It’s more of a confession booth song, which a lot of these are. I feel like whenever I imagine myself in a pulpit, I don't have a lot to say that's honest or useful. And when I imagine myself in a position of disclosing, in order to bring me closer to a person, that's when I have a lot to say.”

Heatwave

“I wrote it about being stuck in traffic and having a full-on panic attack. But what was causing the delay was just this car that had a factory defect and bomb-style exploded. I was like, ‘Man, someone got incinerated. A family maybe.’ The song feels like a fall, but it's born from the second verse where I feel like I'm just walking around with my knees in gravel or whatever the verse in Isaiah happens to be: the willing submission to suffering and then looking around at all these people's suffering, thinking that is a huge obstacle to my faith and my understanding, this insanity and unexplainable hurt that we're trying to heal with ideology instead of action.”

Faith Healer

“I have an addictive personality and I understand it's easy for me to be an escapist with substances because I literally missed being high. That was a real feeling that I felt and a feeling that felt taboo to say outside of conversations with other people in recovery. The more that I looked at the space that was left by substance or compulsion that I've then just filled with something else, the more I realised that this is a recurring problem in my personality. And so many of the things that I thought about myself that were noble or ultimately just my pursuit of knowing God and the nature of God—that craving and obsession is trying to assuage the same pain that alcohol or any prescription medication is.”

Relative Fiction

“The identity that I have worked so hard to cultivate as a good person or a kind person is all basically just my own homespun mythology about myself that I'm trying to use to inspire other people to be kinder to each other. Maybe what's true about me is true about other people, but this song specifically is a ruthless evaluation of myself and what I thought made me principled. It's kind of a fool's errand.”

Crying Wolf

“It's documenting what it feels like to be in a cyclical relationship, particularly with substances. There was a time in my life, for almost a whole year, where it felt like that. I think that is a very real place that a lot of people who struggle with substance use find themselves in, where the resolution of every day is the same and you just can’t seem to make it stick.”

Bloodshot

“The very first line of the song is talking about two intoxicated people—myself being one of them—looking at each other and me having this out-of-body experience, knowing that we are both bringing to our perception of the other what we need the other person to be. That's a really lonely and sad place to be in, the realisation that we're each just kind of sculpting our own mythologies about the world, crafting our narratives.”

Ringside

“I have a few tics that manifest themselves with my anxiety and OCD, and for a long time, I would just straight-up punch myself in the head—and I would do it onstage. It's this extension of physicality from something that's fundamentally compulsive that you can't control. I can't stop myself from doing that, and I feel really embarrassed about it. And for some reason I also can't stop myself from doing other kinds of more complicated self-punishment, like getting into co-dependent relationships and treating each one of those like a lottery ticket. Like, 'Maybe this one will work out.'”

Favor

“I have a friend whose parents live in Jackson, where my parents live. They’re one of my closest friends and they were around for the super dark part of 2019. I'll try to talk to the person who I hurt or I'll try to admit the wrongdoing that I've done. I'll feel so much guilt about it that I'll cry. And then I'll hate that I've cried because now it seems manipulative. I'm self-conscious about looking like I hate myself too much for the wrong things I've done because then I kind of steal the person's right to be angry. I don't want to cry my way out of shit.”

Song in E

“I would rather you shout at me like an equal and allow me to inhabit this imagined persona I have where I'm evil. Because then, if I can confirm that you hate me and that I'm evil and I've failed, then I don't any longer have to deal with the responsibility of trying to be good. I don't any longer have to be saddled with accountability for hurting you as a friend. It’s something not balancing in the arithmetic of my brain, for sin and retribution, for crime and punishment. And it indebts you to a person and ties you to them to be forgiven.”

Repeat

“I tried so hard for so long not to write a tour song, because that's an experience that musicians always write about that's kind of inaccessible to people who don't tour. We were in Germany and I was thinking: Why did I choose this? Why did I choose to rehash the most emotionally loaded parts of my life on a stage in front of people? But that's what rumination is. These are the pains I will continue to experience, on some level, because they're familiar.”

Highlight Reel

“I was in the back of a cab in New York City and I started having a panic attack and I had to get out and walk. The highlight reel that I'm talking about is all of my biggest mistakes, and that part—‘when I die, you can tell me how much is a lie’—is when I retrace things that I have screwed up in my life. I can watch it on an endless loop and I can torture myself that way. Or I can try to extract the lessons, however painful, and just assimilate those into my trying to be better. That sounds kind of corny, but it's really just, what other options do you have except to sit there and stare down all your mistakes every night and every day?”

Ziptie

“I was watching people be restrained with zip ties on the news. It's just such a visceral image of violence to see people put restraints on another human being—on a demonstrator, on a person who is mentally ill, on a person who is just minding their own business, on a person who is being racially profiled. I had a dark, funny thought that's like, what if God could go back and be like, ‘Y'all aren't going to listen.’ Jesus sacrificed himself and everybody in the United States seems to take that as a true fact, and then shoot people in cold blood in the street. I was just like, ‘Why?’ When will you call off the quest to change people that are so horrid to each other?”

(x)

[simplyreveries]

hewwoooo i was the anon who requested the trey + vil with plus-sized reader :3 i really love your writing!!!! so expect me to come back here pretty often :D you can call me 🫀 anon from now on hehe (and also expect all my requests to be platonic except for trey oop)

im here for another request !! may i request the shroud brothers, vil, leona and trey with an ignihyde!reader ?? my self-insert is actually an ignihyde student based on the fates so i cant really insert myself into twst x readers with yuu!reader lol. no pressure tho <3

here ya go!! I'm super happy you liked my other one, I apologize for this one's wait i got busy!<3

idia shroud

it’ll take a while for the two of you to become any sorts of close. i can imagine your meetings (even though he's your own DORM LEADER lmao) will be brief and vague, sometimes seemingly halfhearted when he is forced to tell his dorm something, to which he usually just messages.

you’ll find him lurking and leaving his room in the late hours to get something or go the sam's mystery shop if it's still open for instant food or stuff of that sorts. nevertheless, you still are an ignihyde student so you two do seem to get along pretty well. even in those short moments— he finds himself being okay around you.

i guess you could say he is relieved you're one of the few people who won't make idia feel utterly awkward or uncomfortable running into so that's definitely some sort of a relief for him. in fact, that usually entails you two ending up hanging out together or doing something stupidly fun together.

ortho shroud

aside from idia he actually did make an effort to get to know you in the first place and in his attempts to get idia out more, suggested you guys hang out at times! he’d claim and tell idia how interesting of a person you were— plenty of stories as someone who even has been or lived in their homelands, the shaftlands!! he wants to see everyone in the dorm get along well. so, you may see him actively trying to get you and idia to be friends as well haha

im sure you two did become unlikely friends though it's inevitable, especially with ortho. he is happy to see his brother get along with you, its very common soon enough that you guys commonly hang out together.

ortho is very sweet whenever you pass him by in the dorm or in school always saying "hello" or asking how you're feeling. he's happy to be able to get along with others in his dorm.

vil schoenheit

he's curious about you quite a bit considering he knows how the reputation of ignihyde students are well…. very reclusive and don't really interact much with others and other dorms. he has worked with ignihyde students in the past with favors and needing stuff for his film making club (like the magical wheel he needed for epel once) which usually makes him prompt to coming towards you a lot to inquire and get any tech and gadgets that could be used for films they're making… even if you may not be the most outgoing person, he’ll surprisingly feel quite easy to talk to.

if you tend to take on the habits of your fellow dormmates or your dorm leader, he will once in a while tell you to make sure you're taking care of yourself and make sure you're doing things like self-care or sleeping right. it's nothing harsh or anything but it's a small way he looks out for you as he gets closer to you throughout time.

you're like a favored student of his from that dorm, he has grown to be pretty fond of. you've piqued his interest enough and helped him out too that he does seem kinder to you in ways.

leona kingscholar

originally, he really had no interested talking to or frankly being around any of that dorm. besides like idia during dorm leader meetings, he barely even knew anyone there despite it being at least his 4th year in that school. he still finds it, unusual and even strange that you've become rather close to him (even if that may feel one sided but it's just leona ok)

he does tend to feel more content and okay with you if you’re more on the quieter side anyway. he does grow a small sense of fondness to you— he even finds himself slightly surprised as your the last person he expected to garner his attention. but nevertheless, you found yourself nicely close to him even if he doesn’t show it the best.

leona sometimes makes quips or teases about your own dorm, how considerably different the two may be. especially a lot at first before you two grew closer, he just found it strange almost, to find yourself close to him.

trey clover

its funny because besides like ortho or idia and maybe a few various students of that dorm here and there in the school— ever so introverted and quiet he doesn't see that many of your dorm. even cater himself admits he doesn't seem to really know or have any friends from that dorm and he's cater! trey will muse he’s beaten cater at that by dating one.

you may have to get used to his dorm being pretty social, considering all the events they hold whereas you’re probably used to the cold and quiet ignihyde dorms. you may have to even adjust whenever you decide to come over and see trey, especially with people like cater or ace who are heavily social.

he hopes you’ll grow and find yourself comfortable there, you’ll find him laughing bashfully when pointing out their antics in comparison to the dormmates you're used to. you'll find him chuckling asking how you manage to put up with some of them, he can only imagine how different it must be for you.

[lutraslutra]

Today I decided to actually sit and write this down.

I was very much inspired to do so by my little family in the North, these people who I Absolutely Adore, and who were very surprised I hadn't "come out" to them as nonbinary. To be honest I found it pretty funny at first, I have literally been walking around with a nonbinary flag stitched to my backpack for years now and we just walked Pride with me wearing an enby flag as a cape.

It made me laugh that they were surprised, but then it made me think and feel a bit shit for not openly just saying it out loud, even if I thought it was obvious, I should have just mentioned it

So here, because I know they have questions and because maybe I can put some answers out there for others who might be wondering about the nonbinary experience.

I lived most of my life in function of what I WASN'T, I grew up and never identified as belonging with the blue or the pink team, I was my own team, but I didn't have a name for it.

I started growing boobs and hated everything about it, I was distressed month after month with my period, I was becoming more clearly "a woman" and it was horrible, it became a mission to cover it all up and find the biggest pair of pants and shirts available, to do my best to hide who I wasn't.

It was a weird inner struggle and I didn't even have the words to describe it, all I knew was "I am not this and I am definitely not that either" it made very little sense in my pre-teen brain, so it was left unsaid.

I grew up and to some degree I gave in to peer pressure (for a little while) I did the makeup and the dresses, the skirts and the "make yourself pretty for this occasion". It was less lonely that way, it made my mom happier to see me dressed the way she expected me to dress, it came with less arguments... Less arguments, less bullying and a lot more dysphoria, but I didn't know this word, I just knew I was uncomfortable and I knew I was putting a show, going through the motions that were expected of me.

By the time I reached 17 I actually made an appointment with a surgeon to ask about removing the 2 lumps of flesh that sat on my chest. It didn't go well, but I at least was able to voice out for the first time "This isn't a part of me that belongs here, this isn't me"

I slowly gave up on the womanly act, I understood that the act was adding to my anxiety, and eventually with the Internet I started to find others like me, others who didn't belong to one side or another, others who lived quite happily in the middle. I learned the word Nonbinary and it felt SO GOOD.

I've come to understand that I feel better in a more masculine presenting way, maybe because it is further from the box I was supposed to fit in, or maybe because that's just who I am , maybe a bit of both.

I have stopped trying to "play the part" assigned to me, to be kinder to myself and allow the inside and outside to match.

I am now comfortable knowing who I'm not, and proud to understand who I am.

I appreciate the questions, even if I'm really REALLY bad at articulating the answers on the spot.

I love the people who have accepted me and encouraged me to be me.

I hope this made some sort of sense, if not feel free to keep asking!

Anyway 🥂 To shades of grey and to our own side ✨

(couldn't help the Good Omens reference, deal with it)

This is dedicated to Diana & Marcos, Love you very much

[whomeidontknowthem]

I'm making my way through System Collapse audiobook, and it's much easier both the second time around and than reading. This whole thing still feels too real too much, which makes me kinda passionately hate the book but in a way that I know isn't really hatred. I'm just experiencing a lot of emotions, okay. Listening to them create art, tell a story to make people see things from a new perspective is doing something to me.

I was ten when I decided I wanted to tell stories. I was thirteen when I figured out what kind of stories I wanted to tell, and yes the stories I wrote back then were kinda shitty but I reread half of those recently, at fourteen I already had the same kind of vibe that still appear in everything I ever created afterwards: shit happens, and people do mistakes, and it all just sucks, and you keep living, keep trying, keep holding on to hope.

I was a fucking teen and I knew I wanted to tell stories that would take the darkest most tragic situation and say: there's still kindness there. There's still hope. There's still future. I don't like whump or angst or anything just because I like to torture characters (tho I do, like to torture characters), but because shit sucks. shit sucks, and we keep living, and we keep finding joy in it all, and I want, always wanted, to have someone tell me -- to be the one to tell this to people, that yes. It sucks. It hurts. It's awful, and I see you, and I see the hopelessness, and it isn't hopeless anyway. It's all encompassing now and it's gonna change. If just one person read what I wrote and felt a little better, a little more seen, a little more hopeful, a little kinder -- that was all I wanted to achieve with my writing.

And the thing is: I feel like such a fucking failure.

Like okay. Objectively, rationally speaking, I'm twenty... right, twenty two as of now, which is young, but also it's fucking twenty two and it's longer than I expected myself to be alive, and it feels like I haven't done nothing. It feels like I'm never going to be able to do anything. It feels like it's ridiculous of me to even hope that I could do anything, especially with writing. Achieve something with my stories? Make someone think about new things? Make someone feel better? It's a ridiculous idea to aim for. That's what other people do, somehow, not me. The best I can settle is entertaining myself by torturing characters, which isn't gonna help anyone but hey if it entertains someone for five minutes it has to be worth something. It fucking has to be, I so honestly don't know why the hell I'm still alive, but it has to be worth something otherwise it's too depressing to consider.

But anyway. Then, there's System Collapse. There's this whole series, honestly, with the fairly background exploration of what media and art can mean to people, but here it's loud and impossible to ignore in the front of the narrative, and it resonates with me in ways I can't be comfortable with. It somehow fucking hurts to think about. Too many emotions and thoughts and just ugh. I'm not gonna be normal about this book any time soon, am I.

[treeoflilac]

You are so much more than your pain. More than your anger. Your trauma responses. More than your mistakes. You're more than your doubt, especially in yourself

You are music. You are a song only you can play. That only you know how to compose and write. You are energy vibrating. A quantum physicist once said that in short terms, everything sings

You are a star dying to be reborn again. You are a magical being, your form made of dust from stars that may be long gone, yet here you are. A light shining bright in your own right

And I know. I know it hasn't been easy at all. I know that there have been people, places, energies, where you were stuck on a bridge crumbling in the middle of nowhere, and who came in disguise of help tried to cut the remaining pieces of the bridge so you'd fall

and I know it's hard. You're doing so much better than you think you are. I see every time you went to do something nice for yourself, every time you were in survival mode in disasters, and rose above it. you mightve felt like parts of you died. And from those ashes, a new you is reborn. Stronger, more confident, more like you

And love will conquer all. The truth ALWAYS comes out. those that have done wrong are getting their karma even stronger now, so if there are energies around you ramping up to try and coerce you into a fight, just know they're trying to trap you in an ouroborous of karmic cycles of pain and suffering that were never for you, and that you have cleared

My brother just finished his final fantasy theatre rhythm game level as I finished that, number #10 "a long fall"

10 = cycles closing. Cycles that have been around for 10, 100, and 1,000 years

Those that were put in your life to show you love are being brought even stronger, closer, and faster towards you. Don't be afraid of showing who you are. And I know it's hard in this society. I KNOW it is

I'm transgender/multigender. I'm mad (I don't like calling myself mentally ill), I'm fat. I'm intersex. I'm Indiginous Mexican (Apache and Rarámuri) and German, Baltic, and Romani. I'm disabled. I'm homeless

And I'm telling you. I'm telling you. If you can learn to be yourself in your darkest moments, if you can learn to let yourself be who you are unashamedly in the face of ridicule, if you can learn to love those parts of you without guilt...

You will not only build an unshakebale foundation for yourself in the future when you have more means of being happy and safe... you will inspire a whole entire swath of people to do so themselves

Like when I was really scared about going to see my primary doctor for the 1st time this year, because of medical trauma of near death experiences... I was so nervous!! I was so anxious and having background flashbacks while being asked questions by the nurse. I saw she wore a pin of the Palestinian flag 🇦🇪 and I immediately felt safer

When I go to my library to ask about resources, and I see a sticker on the front doors saying that they're apart of my city's pride 🏳️‍🌈 supporters... I feel safer

When I see people online being vocal about the truth, be it with spirituality, facism, community, or love, I feel safer

Please, don't be afraid of speaking out. You can and will get through this. You are so much more vibrant, resilient, loving, and kinder than you give yourself credit for. You have a track record of getting through 100% of your bad days and worst times. You get through because you know there's more to life than what you're forced to make false peace with

Life is about love. Laughter. About spraying whip cream in your loved ones mouth, about finger painting with a little kid, about giving your neighbor food in hard times, about embracing your loved ones in the warm glow of the safety of home

If you are yearning for these things, been working towards it, have been experiencing immense hardship. Know that the Most High/Source has you in Their loving hands. They see you work hard. So please, please... enjoy life 🤍🌈🦄🍇

Angel numbers for confirmation of this message: 1111, 22, 231, 213, 123, 999, 666, 696, 963, 639, and 0

[i-arch-my-backula]

Nice look: Otis Driftwood x GN! Goth! reader

I've been sitting on this idea for awhile now and I wanted to finally write about it. Sorry for not getting to requests, my brain is being stupid and I can't write anything for more than five minutes at a time.

Warnings: Vague descriptions of reader, takes place around the time of canon, brief discussion of religion, mentions of reader wearing makeup

Otis is out at another motel with Baby. Out in the country at night. He couldn't sleep so he decided to get out of the room and go for a walk. While he's out walking around the motel he finds you, standing by a vending machine.

Otis smiles to himself as he takes in your appearance. Black clothes, fishnets, big boots, and your killer hair, you have to be a goth. He's seen people like you before on TV and around town, but you're more attractive than those people. He has to talk to you.

Otis is a confident man, he's sure he can get you to talk with him. He knows he has unconventional looks, like you, so he can use that to his advantage obviously. It'll be easy to talk with you, all he has to do is get your attention.

"Is it true that goths worship Satan?" He asks, walking up next to you. You scoff and put some money in the vending machine. "I've just heard that goths are all about drinking blood and avoiding getting in the sun." You roll your eyes and glance at him.

"Totally. I'm absolutely going to be drinking your blood later tonight to keep my youth." You say sarcastically, pressing a button on the machine. Otis chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest loosely.

"Oh I'd love to be with a vampire for a night." He says jokingly back to you. You roll your eyes and take your soda from the vending machine.

"Oh I'm sure. Because all men love someone like me. Men totally don't act creepy all the time or make me uncomfortable pretending they like my appearance." You add, cracking open the can. You take a sip and look him up and down. Despite him looking like he's just gotten done rolling around in a dust bath, he's not bad looking. "I don't always dress like this. I'm just coming back from a night out."

"Oh I know that. I was just wondering what's underneath all of that makeup and hairspray." He says this in a kinder way than most men would, not trying to make fun of you for wearing makeup and doing your hair. The corners of your mouth flicker up a bit but you suppress a smile.

"I'm just a normal person underneath all of this stuff. I don't understand why people think someone who wears fishnets is some kind of creature from outer space or the woods or whatever." You say, rubbing your thumb up and down your drink.

"Creature or not I'd love to know what else you've got going on tonight. Someone as sexy as you has to have someone coming over." You can't stop yourself from smiling a little while taking another sip of your drink.

"Well I'm just planning on spending the rest of the night by myself. Also there's nothing much underneath my look. After I take off my 55 accessories and wash off all of my makeup and hairspray I'm just a normal person. Nothing too exciting." You look him up and down and smile a little, "Unless you want me to be something more exciting." You say casually, suppressing your smile before it gets even bigger as you take another sip. Otis chuckles and moves his eyes to the rings you're wearing.

"You're not married are ya?" He asks, looking back up at your face. You shake your head and look down at your rings.

"These are just for fashion. It's so funny that I've only been with men who want a one night stand and nothing else to do with me." You run your tongue across the bottom of your teeth and chuckle a little, "But I have a feeling you're a little different than most men." Otis chuckles too and nods his head.

"You really have no idea." His smile widens and you can see his teeth, despite being yellowed and kind of deformed, you still find his smile charming, "I'm Otis."

"I'm Y/N." You reach into your pocket and pull out another quarter, putting it in the vending machine and pressing a button. A soda falls out of it and you pick it up, handing it to him. "I'm in room 4B. I'll see you there." You give him a wink and walk away from him, back to your room.

[rainbowcrowley]

every year i tell myself i don't need new years resolutions, but i think it's kinda nice to have some - especially if it's things that could help me being happier and more content with myself and every day life. so...

my new years resolutions:

- more visits to the cinema. and watching more films, in general. my letterboxd needs more food and i miss my fave cinema.

- i've recently started to and tried to read more books, and i didn't really make it a habit again, but i'll at least try to finish 1 or 2 books this year (it's not that i don't read at all, i'm still reading plenty of fanfic)

- try to overcome my paralysing fear of writing. i'm not 100% sure where it comes from, but i think it's a trauma thing and i already talked to my therapist about it. let's see how it goes.

- visit scotland. i've travelled a lot last year, and i have to tone it down in 2025 bc i simply do not have the money, but i want to visit scotland. edinburgh, glasgow, maybe even the highlands... let's see what is financially possible.

- take more breaks. as in "literally block weekends for selfcare/alone time in the calender"

- and most importantly, and above all: be kinder to myself. i'm more at peace with myself these days, but i still have a long way to go.

[pos-syscourse]

no hate, but how do you guys stay so positive all the time? We’re just so upset all the time and our health/neurodivergency (Autism, ocd, (suspected) bpd, etc) dosent make it better. We’ve been trying to “form” a kinder alter for that reason. Feel free not to answer this btw! Have a nice day, and stay safe! /gen

Hey!! Thank you for the ask.

I'm going to be honest; I'm not positive all of the time. I just try to keep this specific blog positive.

I'm very upset, about a lot of things. My autism (level 2 more and more often now) leads to me biting myself, hitting myself, lashing out and melting down. My DID makes me forget a lot of important things. The trauma I've experiences has compromised my immune system, so I'm frequently sick. The depression makes everything that much harder. Hell -- today I haven't even left my bed, beyond to use the restroom and once to get myself a drink.

But that's a perfect example right there. I can absolutely sit and wallow in my misery, beating myself up for not getting out of bed. And trust me, I've been there. But I just... I got so tired of feeling that way. I am so tired of it, because my brain still has these mental pathways telling me I should beat myself up.

So instead, when I get that impulse, I treat the impulse like a pissy little 14 year old who is being abused -- just like I was. I treat the impulse like a child who wants to make sense of the hurt and suffering I've experienced, because that helps me realize I need to be kind to that child, I'm not an asshole, I'm not about to be mean to a kid.

And really, a large part of my brain is still running on those neuropathways; a lot of me is still stuck in that trauma, whether I can realize it or not.

So... dear brain: I am so, so proud of you for going and getting liquid. That was such a huge step, especially when you're struggling. I wish people in your life would've recognized that more. And what do you mean, you've done nothing? You've already written 10k words today (no lie!!!) That's incredible! You might say the words meant nothing, because it was all journalling, but I see a lot of value in it.

... I'm not going to pretend it's easy. It's hard to reframe my thinking that way. But when I'm particularly exhausted, and particularly upset with myself, I think about the people around me. Do they want to be around the shitty 14 year old? Do I want that? No. I want to help that 14 year old feel better so that I can be the 27 year old I am.

And thinking of it that way, and trying it out for a few years, I realized how much better it felt to love myself.

I'm not perfect. I'm still struggling a lot with positivity, and not falling too deep into being toxic with it. But a simple, daily post, where people all over tell me they really appreciate my posts? Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. :)

I hope any of that made sense. I've been on a writing kick today, rambling all over the place, so hopefully this was coherent!

[mangopit]

in the past few years, i've developed a real affinity for writing characters who need to molt. characters who start off hard-headed, sort of an asshole, but to those in the in-crowd, cool and admirable. likable enough to hang out with, but no real bone-deep connections. characters who really have nothing to lose if they continue the exact same way they always have.

except something else changes—maybe they encounter a loss they couldn't truly prevent, or they meet someone who treats them with a much-needed level of honesty and grace they're not used to. maybe this change shifts their perspective, makes them question how they've lived their life up to this point.

and so my favorite part, the molting: they'll catch themself in this identity struggle where they're constantly forced to choose between carrying on per usual (why mess with an already good-enough thing? why abandon the version of yourself that you've crafted and maintained all these years?) and working to be a better, kinder person (i'm scared that if i don't try to change now, i will find myself lost and alone in the future and unable to go back).

it will be highly uncomfortable. it will be terrifying. for the first time in their life, they will recognize how much hatred and disdain they have for the person in the mirror, and in that pain, they'll find themself lashing out more frequently/erratically at those they care about, and who care about them. they'll catch themself doing things they don't understand; don't want to do; hate themself for doing. suddenly, they'll see all their old habits for what they are—poison, the stickiest, most toxic kind. and if they don't react, they'll meet the worst fate of all.

the thick, old skin will squeeze so, so tight. will they let it suffocate them, stubbornly? or will they emerge from it all in the end, renewed with the growing pains to prove it?