#Impulse Control

[biblicallyaccuratemoth]

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Do I play Magic: The Gathering? No.

Do I know how to play? No.

Have I ever played a Final Fantasy game? No.

How much money have I spent buying the Magic X Final Fantasy collaboration cards?

Don’t worry about it.

[foldingfittedsheets]

A basic human skill that people usually lock down around the age of three or four is impulse control. To conceptualize an action and it’s consequences before taking it. Maybe considering how that action affects other people. We then refine it through most of our childhood.

When I was a teenager my hold on this ability became… tenuous. I became a volatile and dangerous creature.

It’s probably not unique to me, but I had a perfect storm in terms of mental upsets. I had just mastered enough basic social skills, so I finally had a strong group of friends when my dad suddenly needed to move for work. Ripped away from my support network, blooming with hormones, I was dragged to Arizona. I was always a child of forests and mist and suddenly everything was hot, dry, and extremely pointy and aggressive.

Additionally to being abruptly transplanted I found myself an object of affection in a way I’d never been before. Lonely and desperate to make friends the only people who wanted to spend time with me had romantic designs. I just wanted to figure out my shit but I had a baby lesbian flirting with increasing aggression in art, a soft boy making heart eyes at me in biology, a senior nerd asking if I wanted to play Halo at his house and could he hold my hand?

Reader, I snapped. I didn’t want this romantic attention but I also didn’t want to be alone. My brain coped the only way it knew how, by simply cutting out decision making. Any action was the right action to take.

It started with the boy in biology. I’d stolen his pencil out of mischief and to my overwhelming fury instead of trying to steal it back he just softened his eyes and chucked me gently under my chin, a gesture so overtly sweet and romantic that I saw red.

I stabbed him with his own pencil.

I honestly and truly have no memory of it. It happened as fast as a snake striking and I was instantly filled with terrified remorse. Unfortunately that manifested as psychotic giggling.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t- I don’t know why- I’m so sorry!” I said, while hysterically laughing. I ended up having lodged some graphite in his palm and had to tweeze it out with my nails while apologizing furiously. (It’s very important to note here that he forgave me and we’re still friends)

That was weird, I thought. Why didn’t I think before I stabbed someone?

The next event was equally catastrophic, and I had even less reason to do it. In gym with two girls I was tentatively befriending, we were warming up running laps. I started racing one of them. At breakneck speed we were sprinting around the gym.

This time, there was a blip of thought before I fucked up. I should get the other girl! I have no idea why or what the plan was but I turned on a swivel and body checked the other girl. We both fell down in immense pain. I think that’s the moment I broke my tailbone. Her knees were horribly bruised and she looked at me in bewildered pain. “Why did you do that?!”

I had no idea. I apologized and helped her up, both of us hobbling like newborn horses, bruised and hurting.

By this time there’d been enough social upheavals that I was reduced to spending time with some girls I had nothing in common with and low key disliked. Sat at a table listening to this girl talk about how she wanted to be a stripper when she grew up I thought, You’d better put the cap on before you throw it.

I then chucked my empty water bottle directly at her face. It bounced off her forehead with a bop! that would have made a sound mixer weep at its perfection.

All eyes turned to me is startlement. I stared back at her, stunned by my own action, just as confused as everyone else at the table as to why I’d done that. One of the girls to my right said, “Were you trying to hit that fly?”

“Yes!” I lied, “I’m sorry, I thought I could hit the fly!”

Everyone laughed at my antics and I joined in rather than admit I had just chucked something at her for no reason.

Things did start to improve after that. I solidified a friendship with the girl I’d raced (who I developed a massive crush on and ten years later would go on to date). My outbursts turned more whimsical rather than aggressive. Like accosting a girl leaving the cafeteria to look deeply into her eyes and say with great compassion, “It’s going to be alright.”

My new friend and I snuck into the van that delivered our cafeterias baked goods and lay giggling in the back. When I’d impulsively hopped in she’d joined me and made it a game.

After a year in Arizona I broke down crying to my mother, an act of great desperation, and we ended up moving back home. My impulse control returned to normal teenage levels and life resumed in a happier state of mind.

[disability-kitties]

Antisocial Personality Disorder Kitty mock up design

Designer: @alexandraisyes

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This Kitty is part of our Personality Disorder and Neurodivergent series!

[orchardthieve]

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[hushman]

I have come to the opinion that pretty much the entire batfamily has difficulties with impulse control but in different flavours.

Dick and Stephanie have major "what's this red button do?" energy.

Jason is pretty much ready to start a fight with anyone or anything to irritates him. Damien is the same but with added adolescent impusivity.

Tim has severe wiki walk syndrome when he's not actively working on cases. What's starts with him wanting to fact check someone saying that wombats poop is cube shape ends with him becoming so well versed in Australian flora and fauna that he right several unrelated doctoral thesises on the subject.

Barbara tries to reign in the others but is still prone to rebel against anyone telling her what to do and do the opposite to spite them.

Cassandra is well disciplined but when a full bowl of candy is placed in front of her it won't stay full for long. Barbara once tried the marshmallow test on her. Not only did Cass eat the marshmallow straight away she also stole the rest of Barbara's marshmallows before she could be stopped.

Duke somehow gets himself in weird situations and he doesn't quite know how.

Despite appearing to have an iron will, Bruce is incredibly impulsive but he covers it by calling it "instinct" and by committing to it so thoroughly that anyone that isn't Alfred will believe that it was a well thought out plan.

(Bruce is thinking up contingencies to take down the justice league)

Bruce: So Supermans most obvious weaknesses are magic and kryptonite. Magic isn't readily available or reliable so best plan is to develop a subtle why to administer controllable doses of Green kryptonite.

Bruce's brain: Make his skin transparent so that he overloads on solar radiation

Bruce: ....

Bruce: I feel like the kryptonite administratoring system would be simpler and far easier to adapt to different situations

Bruce: ....

Bruce: How would I would even begin to turn his skin transparent?

[stargirlangel777]

Trans-Europ-Express, Alain Robbe-Grillet, 1967

[madragorm]

Found on TikTok: kaguzuchi_info

[imheretoreadafic]

Jaime *looking at the absolutely destroyed apartment*: "What happened??"

*Bart, leans in to whisper something in his ear. Jaime jerks away with a shocked and disgusted sound, immediately punching the now cackling Bart in the arm.*

Jaime: "¡Tú pequeño bastardo!'

Cassandra: "What did he say??"

Jaime: "Nothing he just jammed his fucking tongue in my ear!"

[demon-baby666]

Totally manic and debating on doing one of these colors again….

[mayapapaya33]

I am really appreciating Sam's care and attention to detail and ethics in her use of charm magic. A lot of times stories kind of gloss over how fucked up that kind of thing is when the "good guys" do it. Now, it's an adventure story, there's going to be combat and shenanigans, I just feel like messing with someone's willpower and brain should be on par with the hack and slash mundane violence that also happens in those stories.

They made it clear that this particular magic wasn't imposing a new alien thought, merely amplifying something already present, as if to make it ok, and I really appreciate how Sam still recognizes the horror and lack of consent in that anyway. She lower's people's inhibitions, like a drug. Sure, maybe deep down (or not so deep down) there might be a desire or an impulse somewhere, the important part is the ability to act or not act on those impulses of your own free will.

Setting aside all of the normal amounts of random thoughts and desires someone might have and NEVER act on for a variety of incredibly good reasons. Have you ever stood next to the edge of a cliff or ledge and had your brain, just for a split second, suggest jumping? With 0 suicidal intent by the way, just a fucked up little "huh that would be wild," and then it's gone. Under the "rules" of Sam's magic, that still counts, it was already inside you after all, she didn't invent it.

And that's just neurotypical levels of brain fuckery. Speaking of suicide, that's also a "desire already within someone" she could amplify if you wanted to get real dark about it. Or imagine if she got ahold of someone with ocd or schizophrenia or kleptomania or something. Those ARE in your brain already. Somebody with ocd might "want" to spend the next 6 hours washing their hands until they crack and bleed, that doesn't mean it's a good thing. And if she has the power to strip away impulse control that is horrifying and I really respect her for knowing that.

[master-jarrus]

What if the Devourer didn’t make Garmadon evil but instead messed with his frontal lobe?

In humans the frontal lobe is responsible for impulse control and the ability to tell right from wrong

While we know Garmadon isn’t human his biological make up is similar enough to reproduce with humans so we can safely make the assumption with this being about legos that he can have a frontal lobe

So let’s say the devourers venom doesn’t actually make you evil

But it’s instead neurotoxin

And thanks to Garmadon’s genes he was a able to survive it but it caused brain damage

He no longer had a good grasp on what was right and wrong and when he could tell it was hard to fight the impulse to do the wrong thing (especially because the things he did often had short term reward so it immediately reinforced bad habits)

As far as we are aware Garmadon is the only person to have been bitten/survived being bitten by the great devourer

So we don’t have any comparable data

The FSM went oh no my baby isn’t naturally evil this thing made him evil because the fsm doesn’t know anything about brains

He couldn’t understand that these were Garmadon’s thoughts and choices and while yes Garmadon wasn’t naturally evil, he wasn’t fully capable of trying to be good

And to his credit he did try once he had something/ or rather someone that he didn’t want affected by his decisions

This also explains why is the way he is in sons of Garmadon on

Lloyd was able to heal his brain when he casted out the devourer venom but when Harumi summoned him he had been actively dead, meaning that healed portion would’ve decayed and then some which is why he was so unhinged

Garmadon was never evil he just had brain damage

[foldingfittedsheets]

Everyone is susceptible to spirits of mischief sometimes. When it happens to my betrothed and I, we say “I had demons in me,” to explain sudden random acts of harassment.

Cats understand this. Cats are often full of demons.

This state is usually accompanied by being really sleepy because demons are really just having lowered impulse control. Do I always want to stick my fingers up my betrotheds nose to see the funny indignant face they make? Yes. But I don’t. Unless I get too full of demons, and then I do.

But sometimes we do something actually naughty when compelled this way.

Like this morning, when my betrothed and I were sitting at the breakfast bar and suddenly they lunged at my neck with the speed and ferocity of a True Blood vampire and bit down really hard.

I squalled and flailed and they immediately were like, “Oh no! That was too hard!”

“This was like the start of the fucking zombie apocalypse after you lied about being bitten!”

“I’m sorry!”

“This was like finding out you have rabies in the worst possible way!”

“I’m so sorry!”

I grumbled and whined until they cuddled me appropriately enough for forgiveness. But I can still see them lunging at me in my periphery, teeth bared.

[au-yuukiemcee]

~Word of warning, the transformation between human and fae may leave subject feeling a wee bit... irritable.

[savagechickens]

Self-Diagnosis.

And more good health.

[the-immortal-restless]

I hate that everytime I wanna read fanfiction I impulsively go to Pinterest because that’s how I used to get on AO3 without it popping up in my search.