#empath intelligence

[cyber-soul-smartz]

Empowering Self-Expression: Overcoming Intrusive Forces

[so1987]

i wish we would stop attaching morality to feeling. anger isn’t evil, love and empathy aren’t inherently good. people who aren’t emotionally expressive aren’t evil or toxic, and people with big feelings can be abusers. however you feel or don’t feel is valid, but not all actions based on your emotions are okay. some of these “i’m so chalant 😇” people are just tantrum-throwing manipulators and people with low empathy can be kind.

[beccawise7]

In a world barely existing on surface level, how beautiful it is to meet like minded souls who choose to dive deeper. ~beccawise7💜🖤

[goosegooserevolution]

just give him a chance soundwave :/

[florallylly]

steve harrington so used to people's eyes on him, doesn't notice when someone is watching him OR hyper vigilant but also really good at reading people, knows eddie has been sneaking peeks at him from behind his textbook

[twoa-plus]

ok adding this to my extensive list of ford defense points: finally rewatching atots and like. another big thing i see people get mad at ford for is being so upset with stan over the science fair incident, which like in theory is valid, but we as the audience know a lot more about what happened than ford does and stan is really not doing himself any favors here

like. they have this conversation where ford is talking about going to wct if the people are impressed with his project, stan is like “what if they’re not impressed,” to which ford is like “well ig we’re going sailing then.” ford gets there the next day and his project is broken. he confronts stan about it and stan is like “it was an accident!! anyways, sailing? :)”

yes, it was legitimately an accident. no, stan didn’t deserve to get kicked out of the house for that. but i really can’t blame ford for having a hard time believing the first part, and i don’t think it was his job to handle the second. stan got kicked out immediately after this argument, when ford would have been absolutely pissed with him - and like idc how good of a person you are, anger is blinding and i don’t think it’s as easy as this fandom makes it out to be to just set that aside and fight someone like filbrick pines over the fate of the person you think just sabotaged your entire future, especially as a teenager. like “oh ford should ha-“ ford was a pissed off teenager sulking in his room, where the fuck was their mother?

the part where ford loses me is when he stays mad at stan for years afterwards, i think he should have at least tried to track him down and make sure he was ok, but even then i can kind of get it. again, as far as ford was concerned it wasn’t an accident, which would add a lot to the resentment there, and he probably did think stan was fine considering all the infomercials. still think he should’ve reached out, “teenager living on the street” usually doesn’t end well, but it’s not like he knew stan got involved in organized crime or anything

idk i just. like i said people always point to this as like petty anger over an accident, but as far as ford is concerned it was entirely intentional. i really can’t blame him for believing that, and staying mad over an accident vs an intentional act of sabotage are two very different situations. was the second situation what actually happened? no, but ford doesn’t know that.

the more i dig in to this stuff the more it seems like this fandom’s biggest issues with ford pretty much boil down to

1. he’s not omniscient

and

2. he’s a person with emotions

there are very real reasons to criticize this man, i’m not going to deny that. but this is not one of them imo

because i know (some of) this fandom can’t read: this is not an anti-stan post. we love stan. again, it was a legit accident and he didn’t deserve to get kicked out. but liking one twin doesn’t mean the other has to be the villain in their life story.

[myirlnameiscloud]

What the hell is my problem, man?! Can't I just do ANYTHING right!!

[nemospecific]

I feel like you could draw a direct line from The Pretender to Psych, but you could also rope Leverage into this shared universe.

[tumatawa]

Well since my other image is radioactive heres progress on a rival character for Nina I finally got started on instead. Everybody say hello to Little miss Uefi. Initially built to explore emotion regulation but was repurposed into a fighter robot a few years after the project was abandoned 👎 She likes to play and draw

[brittmarihaxoxo-blog]

[beccawise7]

Words hold little meaning when your able to read a person's energy. We all say we are "fine" but it's what we don't say that's telling.

~beccawise7 💜🖤

[tovaicas]

tl;dr so much of estinien after hw is just a constant joke that overtakes actual nuanced content with him and I’ve had it

[wexhappyxfew]

esther armstrong on d-day arriving to the relocation point with winters and co., bumping into ronald speirs and proceeding to quite honestly crash out at the sight of him will forever be my favorite thing

[lohstandfound]

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I talk occasionally about the bunny au or the iwwv-adjacent au- both of which I have ideas for but I don't think I will be able to execute well.

I also had this au called Be More Enhanced inspired by a piece of fanart I saw ages ago which was a company (SQUIP Incorporated, or something like that) specialising in human experimentation to create enhanced humans. It starts off with Jeremy, Jake, and Rich who were the second attempt, (the first was a failure and escaped), as they begin to have enough of how they had been treated and escape the lab facility.

They find themselves on the doorstep of the first attempt at this experiment (Michael, Brooke, Chloe, Christine, and Jenna). And, after some debate, decide to let the three stay.

There was no real firm plot set up and I just never got around to planning anything, writing anything and so on.

[ethicallmurder]

the change of "want" to "need" always makes my brain feel fuzzy. it's not just a desire of mike to win harvey's trust: is a necessity. HE NEEDS IT !! HE CRAVES FOR IT !!! IT'S URGENT !!!! IT'S IMPORTANT !!!!! HE WOULD DO ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT

Mike Ross approximately two seconds after meeting Harvey Specter

[ailelie]

The problem, Elia reflected between tight and gasping breaths, was that she never took enough time for herself. She just kept saying “yes” to people when she really ought to be saying “no.” It was that damned empathy of hers. Her father always said it was her curse. Elia could take one look in someone's pleading face and find herself agreeing to grade papers over her birthday, run a three-hour errand, babysit overnight, or — to give the most recent example — agree to steal a priceless amulet from the bedroom of Lord Cathryn during his inaugural ball.

The theft, of course, had happened without a hitch. The problem — and reason she was now fleeing for her life — had come after. The amulet, one she had been assured was merely a mundane family keepsake stolen during the Meruvian War, contained an elemental. She had not prepared for a thrice-cursed storm elemental.

Elia leapt over the low wall marking the furthest edge of Lord Cathryn’s estate. Here, old forest grew over and around the wall transforming it from a sign of the Cathryn family’s prowess to a harbinger of their hubristic demise. A demise now most assuredly come given the wreckage behind her. Crouched against the mossy stone and hidden in the shadows of ancient trees, Elia attempted to breathe. The effort was rather more bothersome than she would have liked. Her quiet life in the academy had made her soft.

Beyond the wall, a storm howled. The elemental made no distinction among people. As the holder of the amulet, she was as culpable as those who had imprisoned and used it. Explanations and reason did not matter. Elia pressed her forehead against the cool stone wall as her mind raced. She could neither run nor hide forever. The elemental would catch her. And, when it did, the crater it had made of Cathryn Hall would seem a mercy.

She had only one move to make. Gods help her; she almost preferred death.

Elia bit the edge of her thumb until it bled. She’d bought every protection spell she could find to ensure she never bled. Even her monthlies were only a memory. No blade nor stone nor living nor nonliving thing could harm her. Except herself.

A scarlet bead bubbled at the base of her nail. The tiny drop both saved and damned her.

Her betrothed was coming.

The betrothal then, much like her actions now, had been an act of desperation. Back then it had been the rather tricky matter of a long-lost pearl, a grief-mad mage, a demonic sea-lord, and a blood fae. Between the mage intent on using her to resurrect his lost love and a sea-lord claiming her as his pet to deny the mage his reunion, an alliance with the blood fae had seemed the best escape. She gave him the pearl; he gave her a door out of there.

He had not, however, explained that she could only use his portal if his magic recognized her as bound to him. At that exact moment, with the portal open and waiting, the mage had finished his working. Elia's life began evaporating from her skin.

“I gave you the pearl!” she’d yelled.

“And I gave you a door.” He'd marked it with a bow. “Now what will you give me to walk through it?”

The sea-lord had then flooded the room, cutting off the working, but filling her lungs. She'd coughed up saltwater and gasped, “Anything.” Details hadn’t mattered. Only living had.

The blood fae bit her and they'd both fallen through the door.

Only later did she realize his manipulations. The fae was no mere bloodling, but rather was Daaven Eranyvetri, the heir of the Crosswise Court. He could have ended the conflict with the mage and sea-lord with a snap of his fingers. Instead, he’d chosen to entrap her. She still didn't know why.

Their door had opened into the open court room of his family’s holdings. There among the tittering courtiers, he’d dragged her — hand still bleeding — to his mother’s throne and declared her his betrothed.

In retrospect, she should have allied with the sea-lord.

"Dearest," Daaven said, appearing eye-level before her. He combed his long fingers through her falling-down hair, "you've been hiding from me."

She shuddered. "Can you stop the elemental?"

Daaven stood and stretched. The fine silks of his coat wafted warm incense as he moved. She hated how well it settled her rabbiting heart. Three months she'd lived in his court before she'd found a way to escape. During that time, she'd never named them betrothed, had never accepted his gifts, and had never granted him her kiss. That had been why she could escape as she did.

With a sketch of his hand, the howling winds quieted and the pelting rain slowed. The storm was not gone; he'd simply enclosed the two of them within a bubble of time.

"One minute," he announced. "Why should I not simply leave once those seconds pass?"

She glared up at him, hating the smug line of his lips and flat light of his emerald eyes. "I'm your betrothed."

His eyes widened, and he swallowed. "Are you? Wives-to-be don't typically run away and hide for five years."

Her nails bit into her palms. "You tricked me."

"And yet you're calling on that trick now." He knelt so that they were eye-level. Urgency limned his every word. "Fifteen seconds. You know the rules. Say it again and seal it with a kiss." He drew a dagger and nicked his lower lip: a gift of blood and all the protection and promises that represented.

She stared at him and the bead of blood welling on his lips. If she kissed him, if she accepted his gift, she could never run again.

"Seven seconds."

Lightning cracked overhead, stretching line by line like a claw toward her. Death was waiting. Fine. If she had no choice, she could at least even the scales.

Elia smeared blood from her thumb onto her lips and surged to meet his. A gift for a gift. When she pulled back, she had no time to ponder the strange relief in his gaze. "I am your betrothed."

"And I am yours," he responded, pulling her into another kiss, accepting the gift, granting the kiss, binding himself to her as tightly as she was now bound to him. That meant something; she didn't know what yet. The bubble of time popped. A deafening roll of thunder cut to silence.

"My Elia," he murmured, smearing their blood with his thumb over her lips and corner of her mouth. "We have so much to discuss." He wrapped his other arm around her, tugging her flush against his chest. Her nose pressed into his collar and that cursedly calming resin-honey-woodsmoke scent of his.

Light flashed. And they were gone.