#dunno if it makes sense but yeah

[seventeenhermitcrabs]

What if: when Lance was revived by Allura instead of it just being a singular event that bore no further consequences (other than trauma) to Lance, his quintessence was screwed up?

(So, quintessence. The essence of all life, energy and vitality. Certain species are more in tune with quintessence and are able to control and interact with it. This includes Alteans. There is a limited amount of quintessence within everything. This amount dictates the lifespan of the creature. The longer the lifespan, the greater the quintessence held within them, and the less likely they are to succumb to injuries and illness.)

When Lance was brought back, instead of his quintessence remaining stored within his body 24/7 with no regeneration or leakage, the containment type thing was broken. Quintessence is constantly ebbing in and out of his very being. His lifespan is greatly increased to near immortality, at times the quintessence flow can greatly weaken to the point where his body may collapse, and he gains the ability to manipulate it to his will. However, this ability does not come without danger. To use this ability he must widen the flow, allowing more quintessence to leave and enter him. This makes him extremely unstable and susceptible to collapse and quintessence overflow or quintessence deficiency.

Quintessence Overflow: when the amount of quintessence within an entity far exceeds the physical limitations of its being. This can cause emotional instability, susceptibility to illness and injury, spontaneous injury, high risk of poor moral choices (such as murder, arson, thievery, etc), increase of negative thoughts, etc.

Scientific explanation: human brains create and release chemicals responsible for maintaining and creating emotions. Quintessence, while it is an energy outside of most physical limitations, effects the chemical and hormone releasing cells in the brain. If there is too little quintessence it may cause the brain to attempt to fill in the gaps by releasing excessive chemicals including serotonin, dopamine, endorphins, and oxytocin. Resulting in manic episodes of pure euphoria, and a loss of inhibitions. However, if there is too much quintessence the brain may try to create more room for it by releasing less chemicals than is healthy. Resulting in depression, self-loathing, an increase in murderous/suicidal thoughts, and more illegal tendencies.

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[moongothic]

Y'know Crocodile's Mushroom Lore kinda makes sense though, like he seems like the kind of person who does appreciate some peace and quiet, having time to himself to relax and enjoy some fresh air (something that would be easy to achieve by just going on a walk in a forest), but also, what is mushroom foraging if not a low-level type of treasure hunting (the "treasure" isn't particularly valuable, but it's edible so it's rewarding in its own right); an oddly fitting hobby for a pirate

[alumirp]

waiting

one day, he left. he was in luffys house and then he wasn't anymore. nor on his house. nor on his friends house. trafalgar law just left one day and didnt come back. no one knew why. luffy didnt know why. everything was fine, their relationship slowly taking shape, the feelings becoming deep. and yet, one day he just disappeared.

The disappearance had a huge impact on Luffy, who also disappeared days later, only to return injured, with no memory of what happened and with an aggressive dog by his side.

years later, law is back in town. although it was a surprise, it shouldn't be shocking. The thing is, it's been 149 years. and law is still alive.

so is luffy

[yaoigoddess9158]

Hope crushed in the span of 30 minutes

[novelconcepts]

There are a lot of Worst Things about depression. Everybody's got a different Worst Thing. Hell, I can't always decide on what my personal Worst Thing is. Sometimes it's the numb despair. Sometimes, it's the dumb animal panic. Most of the time, though, it's that there isn't enough room inside of me.

What I mean is: I care about too many things. I think that's pretty standard these days for a lot of people. Empathy stretched fine as gossamer. We see so much suffering each day. We see so much more than any one person was meant to. So you wind up caring, because caring is what a person is wired to do, what makes life worth living. You care about people you know. You care about people you've never met. You care about situations in countries you haven't set foot in. You care about the political climate of your own hometown. You care about your own dreams. You care about your best friend's bad luck. You care about your pets' health. You care about when the next book in your favorite series will come out. You care, and you care, and you care, because you're wired to care about it all. It's exhausting sometimes, but it's life. Sometimes the best part of life.

With depression, the caring space gets to feeling too full. Has packed tight, all those elements butting into one another until they lose meaning, the darkness threading into the gaps. There just isn't enough room inside of me for all the fear and the despair and the weird empty anger, much less the stuff that actually matters. So I start shorting out. Because, see, depression makes it so I can't care; don't see a point in even trying. And the real me, the part of me that isn't being cannibalized by the demons, doesn't know how to do anything else. So the middle ground becomes: shrink the caring space. Shrink it down bit by bit. All systems are running at once, and we're getting low on juice, so the natural thing is to start shutting off lights. Start jettisoning the extraneous to make room.

Except it's depression at the wheel, not common sense, so it's not just the extra flair getting turned off. Not the despair and the mind-numbing terror and the reckless urge to pick fights. The stuff that winds up getting tossed is stuff I need. Stuff that keeps me going. It's all being shut down at once, no rhyme or reason, until I suddenly can't care about the things that are me. Intrinsic, fabric-level stuff. I can't care about creating. About making art. About telling stories. I can't care about other people telling stories. I can't care about my friends the way I'm supposed to. I can't care about their travel or their kids or their wins. I can't care about making food for myself. I can't care about brushing my teeth. I'm shutting down to component parts, but I didn't get to pick which components are still running full-power, so I wind up with just a handful of randomly blinking lights. Suddenly, I care very much about my fear of the future, my financial insecurity, how fast I can run a 5K, a single television show--and just about nothing else.

It isn't healthy. It's sure as fuck not sustainable. And I know from experience that the rest of the system will come back online eventually. I'll find myself telling another story in a week or a month. I'll find myself sketching something out of nowhere. I'll find myself able to grieve a lost loved one and treasure my new nephew. It'll all come back, in time. But it's the in-between bit that grates. The bit where I'm in the shuttle with my knees tucked against my chest, sucking oxygen through a straw, trying to conserve whatever is still running. The bit where I resent the people in my life who aren't running on fumes like I am. Where I'm furious that they can care, that they can move freely, that they aren't pacing a minuscule cage like I am. It's a loss, all the months and years I've spent on life support. It's a fucking waste.

That's where I am right now. Life support. Little things get in, from time to time. I can suddenly inhale a book series start to finish. I can suddenly coax myself into eating the same thing for lunch for three weeks straight. Those are extra lights on the dash, and I have to treasure them. Because there isn't really room, so any little thing that I find space for is a gift. And everything else--talking. planning. trusting. creating. intake.--has to stay dark for a little while longer.

It'll come back on. I have to believe it'll come back on.

In the meantime, I hunker in my shuttle, and I wait.

[twink-between-worlds]

the boy!!

we swapped the wrist that ravio's bracelet is on just because it looked better.

[spacepiratethirstclub]

When I hear my f/o's voice, I wonder what he sounds like in bed. What sounds he'd make as I spoil him with attention, touching and teasing him until he begs for more. uwu

[disabledstraydogs]

I feel like teen skk would pretend to be 'hardcore' via pretending to do illegal mafia stuff around town, when the briefcase (which Dazai stole from Mori) they have is just filled with stim toys.

[chidoroki]

August 22nd - Happy Birthday Emma - ft: her tvtropes

[astro-b-o-y-d]

I think the whole 'Your friends don't secretly hate you or think you're annoying' thing is well and good to pull someone out of a spiral of negative thoughts about both themselves and their friends, but also it doesn't exactly do much to settle those thoughts when you've actually been in multiple scenarios when it turns out your friends DID secretly hate you or find you annoying.

Anyway, I'm probably going to be thinking about that Dungeon Meshi scene until I die. It was really so cathartic to see an autistic character be confronted with that exact scenario and go 'No, why are you bringing this up NOW? Why did you wait until NOW and insist on stringing me along rather than being honest with me? Why am I the bad guy for getting excited about making a new friend and being overly passionate about it?'

I know there's far more nuance to that specific conversation (especially on Shuro's end; and I am aware that he had some good reasons for disliking Laios's behavior at points) but also it's just a really great scene for someone who HAS had that sort of thing happen.

Being told 'oh, your friends/family/etc don't actually find you annoying or hate you, it's just your brain being mean' is good, but you know what? Sometimes people do find you annoying or dislike you. But you also know what? If they choose to string you along and not make their discomfort of the things you're doing clear, that is NOT your fault. You are not a mind reader, and it's on THEM to be clear when they're uncomfortable with something.

[lightbulb-warning]

where have you been????? i barely see you post!

i've been doing my best!! :'D these past months my irl life has gotten real complicated and my performance/social/general anxiety has gotten real BLEUGH,,,, havent really been in the posting mood. or drawing mood. _(:'3」∠)_

im still here tho!! EEPYXHAUSTED AS HELL but im taking things slow while i learn how to handle things! ive got this! >;}c

thank you for checking in!! :D

[yuenity]

As someone who was part of the 2020 zukka renaissance, it’s so bizarre to see atla get popular again and witness all the kataang vs zutara discourse i completely missed out on the first time around

[heartbreakprincewille]

Something which caught my attention during my rewatch was this line said by Sara in S2 E4:

She didn't had to bring Wilhelm and Simon in this conversation at all, but she did anyways. Like, it made me think, what if Sara treated Wilhelm and Simon's relationship as a blueprint in approaching August?

Because, as Sara says, she literally saw Wilhelm and Simon's relationship unfold in S1. She was probably the first person to notice them and one of the few people who actually knew how their relationship was (topped by maybe Felice in S2):

And Sara has a tendency of subconsciously copying people and their behaviors, the biggest example is Felice. She tries to dress up like Felice, wears Felice's clips in the exact same way she does, and even becomes a boarder to experience Felice's life. It's not supposed to be malicious or even intentional, it's just something that she craves and tries to replicate subconsciously to fulfill her desires of a upper-class life.

And when August kissed her at the stables in S1 E4, it set the gears in motion in her head. She never would have thought of pursuing August if he hadn't made the first move. For him, it was just a (petty and totally uncalled for) way to get back at Felice, but for Sara, it opened up a new desire, a new possibility in her: to date someone from the upper class. In her head, it's what Felice did, it's what Simon did(although I think she knows that Wilhelm's status doesn't matter to Simon at all).

And it also reminds of a subconscious but competitive sibling behavior of wanting something the other sibling has/had. Maybe you don't even want it or need it in reality, but it won't be a reach if Sara had this thinking of, "Well, Simon got to date someone from the upper class even though he hates them, so why can't I?", which again, doesn't actually have anything to do with Simon himself but it's more like Sara latching onto and projecting her own desires on a person who showed some interest in her, no matter how much far fetched or shallow it was(at least according to her). And in the beginning it was just an attempt to see how dating someone feels like and that too someone from the high society, but then she seriously fell for August.

[weepingalaxy]

a moment of crisis.

[front-facing-pokemon]