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#Share the trauma
libroseitm · 2 months
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Can I just... I super need to rant cus still feeling quite raw. Warning: it's gonna get really depressing really fast.
I saw my parents yesterday. My parents who are still in the cult (LDS church) that I grew up in which I left two years ago. My parents who are homophobic despite insisting that they're not, who are transphobic, who think relationships must look one way and one way only, who have damaging political views and the list goes on and fuckin on.
When they're over, they expect me to change who I am because a lot of who I am offends them. They don't stop to think that a lot of who they are offends me. They don't think that it might be appropriate to meet half way. That's pretty normal for members of their "church". Ex-memebers are the ones who must change, otherwise they risk those delicate relationships crumbling to the ground.
They would not want a relationship with me with I were my true self around them.
So it fuckin hurts when they tell me they love me. Because it's no longer me they're talking to. I've hidden so much of myself around them, right down to the way I talk (no, seriously) that they're not telling me they love me. They're telling somebody else.
I can't even listen to the music I want to listen to when I escape to the kitchen to make food without fear of some of the songs offending them. Without fear of creating a huge scene.
When trying to show my mum an approximation of the hair style I want, I was looking for a picture of Ed Teach (Our Flag Means Death). I found the one I wanted, paused, and then cropped out Stede. I had to crop him out because my mum can't look at two men in love without making some snide comment.
They have no fucking clue who I am. Because they have no desire to know.
Their love is conditional. They add caviats, and 'despite this' to their love. And it fuckin sucks.
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deadsetobsessions · 5 months
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It’s been months since he’s settled into life at Wayne Manor. It’s hilarious that they don’t think he knows about their obvious nightlife (and that’s coming from someone whose hero name was just their last name spelled differently) but they don’t know anything about his own past as a vigilante. To be fair, a dimensionally displaced Ghost King wasn’t really on the board for reasonable guesses. Danny Fenton blinked innocently at Duke, blue eyes watery and oh-so-trusting of his adopted older brother when Duke claimed that his bruising came from getting caught in Ivy’s attack on the busses today.
(“Oh my god he’s so trusting and pure what the hell?” He heard Steph whisper to Dick, who nodded emphatically.)
“Oh man, you should get some rest. You guys are seriously unlucky, you know? Do you need to go to the hospital?” Danny asked Duke, his core trilling as he allowed himself to fuss over a member of his ‘fraid.
“Nah, man. I’m good. I think I’ll take a nap and sleep it off.”
“Okay. Oh, here!” Danny fumbled for his bag, grabbing his prescribed pain meds- for his chronic pain, but they don’t actually do anything for him since his ectoplasm burns away most of it- and handed it to Duke. “Take one, and only one. Those bruises look nasty.”
And then Danny gave him the puppy dog eyes and Duke folded, because Danny knew that he wasn’t supposed to hand his meds out but these situations were kind of the reason he claimed chronic pain to being with (even if it was true and his hands shook with aftershocks).
“Thanks, Danny. I feel like death warmed over.”
Danny laughed, the opportunity to mess with the family sparking in his head. “Yeah, I’ve died before. Wouldn’t recommend it.”
With that, Danny threw Duke an easy going smile and walked towards his room, bag on his back.
From his peripherals, Danny watched Jason drop his bowl of snacks, Dick’s pale face, and the concerned and shocked look of everyone else. Except Damian, who just kind of scowled thoughtfully. Tim looked like he was going to rip Danny apart like an interesting puzzle, Cass sat up straight (and he made sure every micro expression he caught on others stayed unconcerned on his own body), and Duke froze.
He snickered- well out of regular earshot- as whispers and whispered shouts rung out after he left the room.
He can’t wait to drop the “I know you’re vigilantes” bomb on them. It’ll be hilarious.
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wizardsgirl25 · 1 year
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Hey, fellow AO3 Author's, can we do something about specific Tags??
Listen, okay, I'm all for not spoiling plot twists or anything, okay, I get it. But, for example, having 8 tags basically saying that one specific character is gonna be an asshole... Doesn't explain anything?? Like, how MUCH of an asshole?? Are we talking about physically abusive? Or are we talking about toxic and emotionally manipulative?? Homophobic??? Tags are there so that we can safely navigate a story and decide if we want to read it or not, just like summaries.
And, yes, you CAN clarify in the tags! You can have a tag that says "Verbally-Abusive Character-A" and then in the next tag say "But it's only one sentence in one scene" or something like that. And I'm not saying EVERY TAG needs an explanation--that's what you can use Chapter Notes for!! I'm saying that, as someone with anxiety, PTSD, and depression, I appreciate being at least tangentially informed of possible triggers so I can make the decision myself if I want to try reading something instead of just guessing.
ALSO!! PLEASE PLEASE P L E A S E LEARN WHAT CERTAIN TAGS MEAN!! I read a fic the other day that was tagged as "Crack" and "Crack Treated Seriously" that was literally so depressing and dark that I had to stop reading it because it was FUCKING me up in a bad way and just??? Do, do people NOT know that Crack means HUMOR?? That it means Lighthearted Funny Ha-Ha Fic??? Even treated seriously, it should be lighter and funnier, or at least dumber than that like holy shit??
Tags are there so that people looking for specific types of fics can find and enjoy your fic!! And that those things that can hurt us are better avoided. Fanfiction is meant to be ENJOYED. If I wanted to hurt myself emotionally I'd talk to my Ex. Please, tag any triggering topics, either in the actual tags or make sure they're in the BEGINNING chapter Notes. Let us decide if that's a chapter or story we need to skip to protect ourselves. Please.
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bluegiragi · 7 months
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holding back (part 2)
early access + nsfw on patreon
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bet-on-me-13 · 27 days
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Steph's Year of Recovery
So! Danny noticed that a new face had made it's way into town. Two new faces actually, an older lady known as Dr Leslie, and a girl about his age called Steph.
He first met them when he was at the hospital for one of his parents. They had stood too close to an explosion again, and he met them while he was in the waiting Area.
Dr Leslie was a strict but obviously caring older woman, who seemed to be the one taking care of Steph as a kind of maternal figure, or maybe more like an Aunt. She greeted him simply and then walked away to talk with the Secretary, leaving him to talk to Steph.
Steph was a blond girl in a Wheelchair, and he could see bandages piking out of her clothes as he talked to her. She explained that she had been in an Accident a few weeks ago that left her wheelchair bound for a while, and that she had come to Amity for their surprisingly good Medical Centers.
He and Steph got along really well, and by the end of it he asked her for her Number so they could continue talking later. They stayed in touch, and when she was finally permitted to leave the Hospital, he introduced her to his friends. They all got along like a House on Fire, both figuratively and in one memorable case very literally (Vlad had pissed them off okay!)
Eventually Steph recovered enough that she moved from a Wheelchair to Crutches, and their shenanigans got even more chaotic (Vlad hadn't even pissed them off, this time was just for fun)
The only thing Danny could complain about was the fact that Steph was hiding something from them.
She said that she had been in an Accident a while ago, which was why they had come to Amity in the first place. But Danny knew it was more than that.
He could sense lingering traces of Death coming from her after all.
...
Steph honestly loved her current life.
Sure she had lost everything, her home, her health, her friends, her life, but she had gained new things too! Like Danny and the Gang! They were honestly some of the best friends she had ever had, and for some reason they just clicked with her instantly.
Danny was interesting and funny, Sam was vegan and a badass, Tucker was smart and witty, they all fit with her personality perfectly! It almost felt like she bad been friends with them for years. (She ignored the way her heart skipped a beat when she saw them)
But she still couldn't shake the sense that they were hiding something from her.
She knew it had something to do with the Ghost Problem in the town. And wasn't that a kicker, there was a whole Supernatural Ghost Outbreak in this Town and nobody knew about it. Dr Leslie had said that Amity was off the map enough to hide from Bruce, but she hadn't mentioned it was hidden from the Justice League itself!
Danny, Sam, and Tucker definitely knew more about it than they let on however. Whenever a Ghost Attack would happen, at least one of them would rush off with some practiced excuse and return after the Ghost Attack was over all dirty. She could guess what was going on, and she really didn't like it.
(This had killed her, she had died doing what they were doing, she didn't want to lose them)
Eventually she had to confront them, coincidentally on the same day they decided to confront her.
"Are you Vigilantes?" / "Did you die?"
"..."
"What?" / "What?"
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nerdpoe · 1 month
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Young Justice is always a little...concerned. With Phantom's living situation. Now they're outright afraid for him, and Bart has decided it's time to Ask An Adult.
It was the little quips. The tiny little things. Stuff that didn't seem to matter to Phantom at all, or appeared to be normal for him, that he didn't realize weren't normal at all.
"Oh, better not hope my mom catches me." "Doing what, staying out past bedtime?" "Nah, using my powers; she'd vivisect me!"
"Another stab wound. Great." "Don't worry Phantom, I've got the med kit-" "Oh, I'm not a baby or anything, I can handle it just fine. Just gimme a sec to take it out."
"My dad has better aim than that." "...Like, when he's hunting, right?" "...At what other times would he be shooting at me?"
"Huh. Not as bad as my parents place. Look; they have a decontamination shower!" "Phantom, this lab has been vandalized to the point of needing a hazmat suit." "Did I stutter?"
Finding out each others identities did nothing to soothe the worry. Tim quietly told the others that every time he tried to run facial recognition, he kept hitting a government firewall he couldn't breach. Phantom never told them his last name, just his first, and 'Danny' is super common.
The thing that really did it though, the thing that made Bart snap and run off to ask Max, was when Danny had a nightmare.
He was talking in his sleep.
"No. Don't-stop. Stoooop. I need...my skin. Mom, no. You can't...peel off...my skin..."
Bart didn't even wait for them to wake Danny up before he was standing in front of Max, talking a mile a minute as he tried to figure out what to do, with Wally staring in horror over a plate of waffles as he computed everything that Bart was saying.
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Danny had a dream about his mom and Skulker arguing about how to skin him. He wouldn't really call it a nightmare, because it was just Skulker, but the scariest thing was Skulker insisting to his mom that it was possible to skin him with a potato peeler. Dream mom was arguing that it was not, and that from a scientific standpoint that was a really piss poor way to preserve a specimen.
He hadn't been begging them to stop hurting him, he'd been whining at them to knock it off.
But when he wakes up, it's to a room full of worried friends and an old man who calls himself Max.
"Kid, I think we need to talk."
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stealingpotatoes · 5 months
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cal 🤝 sabine - having badass and pretty white-haired girlfriend who is force user and pretty much was after them trying to kill them at some point
he's explaining the wifeing strategy
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(commission info // kofi support!)
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my-autism-adhd-blog · 1 month
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Autistic trauma: School Edition
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Hiding in the bathroom
Feel like social outcast
Constant self monitoring
Know you are not liked but not sure why
Bullied
Hyper vigilant
Lonely
Crying at home
Last pick for games
No real friends
Not invited to parties
Littlepuddins.ie
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bugcouncil · 1 year
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Alpha-17 goes to see Wolffe in the medbay after his encounter with Ventress
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wejustvibing · 6 months
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perseruna · 3 months
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last night i dreamed about you. what happened in detail i can hardly remember, all i know is that we kept merging into one another. i was you, you were me. finally you somehow caught fire.
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idk-bruh-20 · 9 months
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Irondad fic ideas #155
Tony can be... a bit overbearing with his helicopter parent tendencies. To combat this, Peter sets up a small protocol with FRIDAY. 
Any time Tony wants to do something paranoid or invasive, FRIDAY is to send him a helpful article first, with titles like "Excessive Surveillance Can Harm Adolescent Development, Study Finds" and "Why Teens Need Privacy From Their Parents"
Peter leaves the choice of articles up to FRIDAY, trusting her to send ones that fit the situation.
While this protocol does get Tony to reconsider some of his more... extreme impractical requests, in most cases it fails to change his mind. Being hands-off about Peter's safety is not something he can do -- not when he knows the kinds of dangers this particular kid could face.
He's grateful for the insight that the protocol has given him, though. So instead of removing it, he decides to add to it. He asks FRIDAY to make it a two-way street. Now, whenever Peter complains about one of Tony's safety protocols, FRIDAY will send an article to help him understand
However, Tony doesn't anticipate the kinds of articles FRIDAY will choose. While she continues to send Tony studies and editorials, to Peter she sends news reports from Tony's past
Peter's mad that Tony has put trackers in everything he owns? -- "Tony Stark Still Missing: Inside Month Three of the Harrowing Search"
Peter hates the constant health monitoring that FRIDAY does when he's in the tower? -- "Death Wish or Death Sentence? Stark Behavior Tied to Secret Illness that Almost Cost Him His Life"
It goes on and on. For every seemingly insane overreach, there's a story, an experience Tony is trying to protect Peter from. 
They both still disagree about how much protection is too much, but at least they understand each other better now
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wizardsgirl25 · 1 year
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Bruh, if you've had two or more of my experiences we totes need to hang out as and like, make tshirts or something lmao
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bluegiragi · 1 year
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they lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship
nsfw on patreon
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mylittleredgirl · 2 months
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public apology to everyone who dms me and then later sees the exact same thing i said to you in a public post. i promise we are having a real and honest human connection but also i'm trying out my material on you. it’s an unfortunate hazard of ever talking to anyone who thinks they’re a little bit funny. i really am sorry and it will happen again.
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revenantghost · 11 months
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There’s something to be said about how this illustrates the core of who Wolfwood really is, about how much he cares despite everything, in how he pegs Vash just as fast as Milly--if not even faster.
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