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switchingdesires · 17 hours
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A slut’s boobs, butt and holes should always bring her more praise and attention then her silly attempts of thinking big thoughts <3 It’s gonna help her learn where her place is real quick 💕🌷
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dct-211 · 3 days
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sweetyyys · 3 days
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Please is any evil hypnotist interested in fucking my virgin mind
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livingfictionsystem · 4 months
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A lot of pop psychology gets thrown around and since I already have a headache, here's preventing you lot from making it worse.
Love-bombing: A manipulation tactic of increasing affection and grand gestures before or after doing something abusive, specifically to weasel one's way out of consequences.
What it is not: A streak of affection and generosity towards friends/loved ones.
Trauma-bonding: Knowingly traumatizing someone to take advantage of their vulnerable state, to then act like the "hero" or the one who cheers them up.
What it is not: Bonding over similar traumas.
Gaslighting: *Knowingly* convincing someone they cannot trust their own perception of a situation in pursuit of one's own narrative.
What it is not: Misaligned perception of events.
Narcissist: Someone afflicted with Narcissistic Personality Disorder, a traumagenic cluster B disorder, that struggles with self-obsession, paranoia, craving validity from the public, delusions of grandeur, and social disconnection.
It is not: Your rubbish ex that cheated on you.
Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
-Xanthe
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disableddyke · 10 months
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people with adhd, psychosis, brain fog, schizophrenia or anything that affects memory, recall and perception of reality are so at risk of gaslighting. even when you’re pretty sure you did/didn’t do a thing, if someone suggests that it didn’t actually happen that way or you’re skewing the facts or you’re just misremembering of whatever, you start to question yourself and your own memories and that is very easy to take advantage of. and it’s so incredibly difficult to get anyone to believe you or take you seriously because not even you are 100% sure you’re recalling things correctly. it sucks so bad not being able to rely on your own memory and to have to worry about people using it against you (because they can and will)
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amaditalks · 6 months
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Gaslighting isn’t the same as lying.
Gaslighting also isn’t lying a lot, or lying and deflecting the lying by shaming the victim for not believing the lie.
Gaslighting is a long con. It is a practice of ongoing emotional/mental abuse, that doesn’t just involve lying, but manipulating or altering someone’s reality in order to make them question both the truth, and more importantly, question their own mental and cognitive wellbeing.
The reason that it’s called gaslighting is because the tactic was demonstrated in a 1944 film called “Gaslight” starring Ingrid Bergman. In the film, Bergman‘s character’s husband tries to make her have a mental breakdown.
He tells her that she is having blackouts (she’s not) and doing things that she didn’t do.
He steals things from her, and tells her that she lost them herself.
He makes noises in the attic of the house, then tells her that he wasn’t in the house at all.
He steals things from other people, puts them where she will find them, and then tells her that she stole them.
He puts his pocket watch in her purse and tells her that she stole it from him.
He isolates her from the world by telling her that her behavior is too erratic to be safe near others.
He encourages their housemaid to be cruel to her and to repeat his lies about her behavior.
And, to apply the title, he repeatedly causes the gas lighting (it’s set in 1875) in her bedroom to go dim, then comes into the room, and when she says that the lighting is dim, he says, no, it’s perfectly fine.
It goes well beyond just lying. Gaslighting is a setup to make the victim so confused that they’re unable to trust themselves and their own perceptions of the world around them or even themselves.
It’s beyond time to stop calling run of the mill dishonesty gaslighting.
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hussyknee · 1 year
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Hey, just in case people who already have been having a bad time with this meme are retriggered by Francesca Scorcese's TikTok – Goncharov is fake. It doesn't exist. [Edited for further clarity] That is really Martin Scorsese's daughter, that's her real TikTok account, and presumably that is really her father in the chat screenshot she posted. Francesca saw the piece in the NY Times talking about how Tumblr made up a fake movie, sent her Dad the link and asked "Did you see this?" Martin joked back "yes I made that movie years ago." That's all it was, Martin Scorsese himself playing along with our silliness.
PLEASE reblog this and DO NOT TAG IT UNREALITY. "Unreality" is for posts that are keeping up the bit, but info posts, reality-affirming posts and ones talking about the meme as a meme are solidly real. We really haven't been doing a good enough job tagging this properly and protecting neurodivergent people from being gaslit and traumatized. I've seen way too many people saying they nearly had a breakdown because of being lied to. We never meant to hurt you, and I'm so sorry people were jackasses when you wanted to know the truth.
Edit: I love everybody reblogging this, but a handful of idiots have been clowning on this post so here's an explainer about how site-wide disinformation can trigger psychosis. Please go in the replies and notes, they have a lot of interesting insights, by everyone from non-psychotic autistic people with gaslighting trauma to DID systems. You can go through the notes on this post as well.
There's absolutely no reason to be ashamed of loving and enjoying this meme, or to feel bad about not tagging things properly when you didn't know how. And PLEASE don't harass, dogpile or shame people for failing to tag properly or choosing not to. You're just giving people anxiety and policing them. Do what you can how you can, be kind, and don't tell other people their business. That is more than enough.❤️
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laestoica · 8 months
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teaboot · 1 year
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While I'm happy that the word "gaslighting" is more known than it used to be, and that people at large are learning to recognize what it looks like, I feel like we need to be careful not to turn it into something soft and casual we throw around off the cuff without meaning.
Being gaslit is psychological abuse that fucks you up very badly, very slowly, at such a gradual pace that you don't usually know it's happening until it's already re-wired your brain.
If you're unfamiliar with the term, "to gaslight" is to intentionally persuade someone that they cannot trust their own perceptions of reality. It's a destabilizing form of manipulation that leaves you constantly anxious, off-balanced, confused, and dependant on others.
This is done by lying about events that have happened or about things that are happening, invalidating feelings and observations, and either denying, refusing to acknowledge, or deflecting away from hard facts.
As someone who has experienced gaslighting as a form of abuse, this is what I remember from when I didn't know anything was off:
"Oh, I must have forgotten what really happened."
"I'm just not seeing it from their point of view."
"Everyone has their ups and downs. This is normal."
"I guess I wasn't thinking about what I was doing."
"I must have been wrong."
This is what I remember from when I first started realizing something was weird:
"How come every time I'm convinced they did something wrong, they just talk to me a few minutes, and I end up asking for their forgiveness? What has me so convinced I was right in the first moment?"
"I should start writing things down when they happen, so I can go back and check later when I'm confused."
"If every relationship like ours (familial, romantic, platonic) works this way, how come I never hear about it, or read about it, or see it anywhere else?"
Getting out and adjusting to the real world is hard, too, and comes with rapid swings of unfounded guilt, shame, fear, anxiety, and self-deprication that are completely unfounded in reality.
You've been conditioned to believe that you are entirely helpless and unable to think for yourself, possibly "crazy" or otherwise fundamentally impaired, and that there is a singular source of guidance that knows exactly what is right, and all of a sudden that pillar of support has vanished.
The immediate "after" that I recall looks like:
Constant uncertainty. Because nobody is there to tell you what's real and what isn't, you approach every situation thinking at it from all angles. Every question has fifty possible answers and most of them are wrong and you don't know which. If you choose wrong, the world will end.
A sense of helplessness. You feel that nothing you do is correct, and it's easier to make no choices at all- or you make wild, reckless, impulsive choices, because you feel you have nothing to lose.
Memory loss. I don't understand this one, but it's not like memoriescare being erased, but more like... you're so used to treating your memories as dreams or imaginations that you reflexively dismiss anything you recall as fake, and you can't believe anything you recall because you don't think it was real. Your abusers voice is in your head, wiping things away and telling you that you did the wrong thing. And you believe them, because they're the only constant you can rely on.
Missing the abuser, or the abusive dynamic. Because you know now that it wasn't healthy, but at least you knew where you stood. As long as you said the right things and acted the right way, agreed and obeyed and did as they expected, you felt like thevworld made sense. Now you have to figure out which parts of you really are broken, and which parts are working fine in a really weird way, and it's like tuning a piano when you've never played one before.
The long term "after"- for which I can only speak for myself- looks like:
Having to double-check, triple-check, and continue checking hard evidence of an event before responding in an active way.
Consulting with trusted friends to verify that your observations are legitimate and that your perceptions are valid. Following up with them to see if someone is really angry at you, or if you're just projecting anger onto them because it's what makes sense to your old pattern.
Obsessive collection of "evidence"- saving pictures, writing detailed journals, making recordings and video, never deleting emails or old texts, because you still don't quite trust yourself all the way and you're afraid that someone will cause you to doubt yourself again.
Continued self-doubt and being "gullible": I have straight up seen people flip me off to my face in front of witnesses and then immediately tell me, "No, I was just waving", and my first instinct is to believe them. For a few seconds, I *really do* believe them. Your brain is so trained to latch onto what people tell you to believe that its really, really hard to hold onto information that you already have.
Learning to take ownership over your own actions. (I didn't mess up because I'm "crazy", I messed up because I'm a person and people do that.)
Instinctively seeking approval. (Takes a lot of work to remind myself that I don't exit to make people happy, and that some people suck ass, and I can tell them to piss off.)
I don't intend to invalidate anyone currently struggling with this- if you feel that something is wrong, it probably is. That's the thought that got me out. Trust that feeling that something isn't right.
I just want people who don't know what to look for to know what gaslighting *actually* looks and feels like, so they don't just roll their eyes and think, "Oh, that word doesnt apply to me- I'm not some snowflake".
('Cause we all saw what happened with "triggered", right?)
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gayvampyr · 10 months
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the linguistic appropriation cycle
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Don’t fall victim to mansplaining!
Your sisters will teach you way better than some man. You’ll learn:
The value of persistence
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Appropriate household attire
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The right approach to school
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Where you truly belong
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Support female co-learning. Support the sisterhood!
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Reblog for real empowerment!
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my-autism-adhd-blog · 3 months
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7 Ways Autistic People Might Experience Gaslighting
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dct-211 · 27 days
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sweetyyys · 18 hours
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Please anyone I’m so horny hypnotize me please my DMs are open send me anything you want and fuck my mind up
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dailydiarynquotes · 4 months
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hatredofdesire · 5 months
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Super Psycho Love
[Super Psycho Love — Simon Curtis] tw: manipulative reader, gaslighting? i think lol, obsession/obsessive behavior, yandere themes, suggestive/nsfw themes, no fluff cutsie shit, dom argenti, praises like 'good girl' is used, oral receiving (fem), slight size kink (if you squint), dacryphilia (also if you squint), pet names, gentle to rough, dom/sub dynamics, it's pretty much just smut, idk how argenti is so like so dont trust me on this, not proofread!!! Yandere Argenti x Fem Reader oh look at that it's october, right? kinktober 2023 i... swear I've never written content like this, but I wanna join in on the October fun. ...i have no words for what i wrote.
Minors/Ageless blogs DNI — Thank you for reading ♡ 18+ ONLY!
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Dedication and faithfulness.
The path to follow someone who has given him salvation, and enlighten his prior judgements. For what is beauty, one would ask the Aeons and none shall ever give back a response.
How he was given a chance to redeem his qualities, to show that he was useful, and to give his holy savior a more... devoted adoration. The [skin tone] hand was currently lifting his chin gently as if afraid he would break if you decided to pressure your grip. "You shouldn't be thinking about anything else except me, my knight." Argenti closed his eyes to savor the sweet feeling of your touch that was lowering even further to rest on his throat.
"I would never dare to think about anything but you, my lady." Uttered the red haired knight, to think he had been so consumed by your entire existence. The hand trails back up, your thumb pressed against his lips as you eased yourself lower to meet him half way. The half lidded eyes stare at his perfectly shaped lips, "Is that so?" The knight's breath hitched in his throat, unable to tear his eyes away from you.
Beautiful.
It was hard to not stare when you were the glimmering light in his heart. "I am your loyal knight." He could feel your breath on his lips, so close, and yet so far. Your other hand lifted to caress his cheek, a small smile upon your face. "My knight." His heart thumped, the shaky breath as he took all of his will to not press his lips against yours. That would be selfish of him, to force himself upon a beauty who has given the time to a lowly knight of himself. "I am yours, my lady." Argenti whispered, trembling as he was afraid that he would lose his self control.
Oh how close you were, a salvation that treated him with the most kindness you granted him. A beauty that he would lay his life down, an utmost follower of Idrila no doubt. "Argenti," The whispers of his name upon your lips felt like a sin, Argenti would admit it with shame. The alluring call of his name on the tip of your tongue, oh how he yearns to hear it repeat it over and over. "My beloved knight Argenti." You murmured, pressing against his lips to feel the heat between them escalate further and further. Lips moving against each other, if he wasn't good at controlling his feelings, he would be rushing against yours almost desperately— pleadingly even.
He wavered briefly, not wanting to ruin this moment as he continued to lean into your touch. The addicting temptation to give up his entire being for a chance. Argenti was obsessed with the mere thought of belonging to you solely on this fact alone, the sweet allure of your gentleness was enough to make him devote his pious affections. You examined the man dressed in armor, the man on his knees as he didn't want to pull away from your touch. How cruel of you to tear him away from his devoted self of Idrila's brilliance. Perhaps they would condemn you for stealing such a beloved knight who is now solely your possession. "Who do you belong to, my knight?" Argenti's pale green eyes peered up into your [e/c] ones.
"I am yours, everything and anything you want." He whispered, being granted to lay his head upon your lap as you gently caressed his hair with a smile on your face. Who was he to deny his existence solely made for you? Your thumb pressed into his mouth as he takes it willingly, his tongue sliding over the appendage as he sucks on it gently to show that he wanted it. "My knight is quite obedient... You seem to know what you want." You lightly teased, leaning down to press chaste kisses on his forehead. Argenti felt ashamed he wanted to be touched, wanting to be caressed shamelessly by his own savior, but how could he deny these feelings when they're so strong?
The curve of your lips edging into a devious smile, one of mischief with a hint of playfulness. "Tell me, how does my beloved knight show his affection?" Argenti understood that you wanted him to prove to you that he was able to please you... in more ways than one. Turning to face you, he felt his lips dry at the sight of you. Quite as stunning since the day you had saved him from the darkness and he vowed to serve you to repay this debt of gratitude which rather turned into an obsession he couldn't get rid of no matter how much he denied these feelings for weeks. Cupping your cheeks with his hands, gently peppering you in kisses that led up to your lips. The sweet sickly honey he could not rid of even if he dreamt these moments to happen again and again on replay.
He eased your body onto the soft material of your bedding, treating you as if you were to break had he not been too gentle. Devouring and consuming you was all he could think about, the taste of your lips and the sharp inhale whenever he would worship each part of your body with his bites. A claim. Argenti was claiming you righteously, he wanted to showcase you as his own. A knight with loyalties could only go so far, but when given a chance to devout his skills— a chance not many come to receive. "A-Argenti..." You stuttered his name, your toes curling as he drinks you with desire upon those green hues of his.
Argenti swooned, hearing you call his name repeatedly. He could tell that you enjoyed it, the way your fingers clutched the bedsheets while closing your eyes to enjoy the touch of his tongue penetrating the folds of your entrance. His tongue circled your clit, a mixture between sucking and kissing. The nectar of your release causes him to ascend in ecstasy, how grateful was he to attend this scenery? Sipping from the cavern of honor, he wondered how you could make such pretty little noises for him just from the touch of his tongue? "It's alright my lady, you're doing so good already..." He murmured sweetly, his chuckle vibrating between your legs— a ticklish feeling that left you a whiny pathetic mess.
"P-Please..." Oh aeons, how could you be so beautiful while pleading him? "Tell me what you want your beloved knight to do, lady [name]." The red haired knight whispered as his hot breath hit the core of your throbbing entrance. You bit your lips tightly, even your knight seems to be teasing you. "I—I need you, Argenti... I need you inside me..." The soft mewls of your yearning passion hit him with full force, "If that is what you wish for, my lady. I shall fulfill your desires." The set of bulky armor effortlessly falls off his body as he eases himself into you. Sinking into you fully as you try to take him as much as you tried. "It w—won't fit."
Argenti laughed quietly, the color of his green hues put you in a trance of how translucent and clear they were. "I'll make it fit, don't worry my lady. You're doing a good job already..." He kissed your tears away, the salty taste washed away as he could only focus on the feeling of being inside you. The wet walls glued to him so tightly, it hurt to even think about even moving, but it felt so damn good. "It's alright." He whispered, slowly moving along to help you ease into his touch.
"What a good girl..." Argenti praised, the blissful look on your face must have made him feel the need to push himself all the way in. The tip of shaft pressing into your cervix made you kiss your teeth. "Oh fuck!" He cursed, how could you be so good to him? Was it the way your legs were wrapped around him so prettily or the way you tugged his hair in a messy manner while crying out for him? Argenti never wanted this to end, not when he finally got to taste you. Low guttural groans indicated how he loved every inch of you sticking to him, so gooey.
You let out cries, loud or soft, he liked it regardless. All he has to do is just serve you, the lady, all your needs. He'll treat you the way you want to be treated. Like a princess? No problem. Like a lady who acts as if she deserves everything? Not an issue. You want to be desired? He'll make you feel wanted, just make sure not to provoke him too much! Argenti knows that you're doing these little things to make him feel angry. You want to hurt him? Do you think you're in any position to do that? Maybe you should be aware that no matter how manipulative you try to be, it can't compare to the super psycho love he has for you, hehe.
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