being brave and posting self ship art on main you all gotta promise to be niceys to me ok 🤓☝🏽 anyways I love my boyfriend hooray!!!🧡🩵 (sona uses he/him)
Remembering my first mental hospital stay, wherein I was a freshly diagnosed schizophrenic with paranoid delusions. I had told a doctor I was convinced someone was following me, wanted to hurt me, and that I was afraid, and she just told me it wasn't real. Just in my head.
I wandered to the group room, tired and freaked out from not sleeping for a few days prior to admission. There was a native woman, maybe 55-70s in age sitting at a table and she could tell I was shaken and upset and invited me to sit with her where she had a big sprawling unfinished puzzle out.
She asked me what was wrong and I told her, someone is following me and I think they want to hurt me, and I'm scared. She listened and nodded without interrupting me before speaking, gently coaxing me to add a piece to the puzzle in front of us. "See those doors? There's only 2 to this entire wing, and they're both always locked. Only authorized people with the codes can come in or out, no one can come in thats not supposed to be in. You're safe, okay?" Her voice was so gentle and reassuring. I kept repeating her words to myself, you're safe, you're safe.
And I will always remember that. She didn't tell me it wasn't real, my fear was real and she didn't say it wasn't. She just reassured me that I was safe. I felt listened to, and as I searched for more pieces to that puzzle I actually did feel safe. The terror dissipated while we searched for the pieces together
I don't remember her name, don't even remember the puzzle we were making, but I remember that her words not only validated me, they comforted me when I needed it so badly. I will never forget that kindness, and it made the stay all the more manageable while I got proper medication and healed.
Whoever you were, thank you for treating me like a person. Thank you for giving me that comfort. I think of you still and always will
one of my favorite things about carry on fandom (at least as it has existed since i joined in 2021) is that no one gets hung up on like... writing expertise or fics being "out of character." this is especially impressive because there is SO MUCH character analysis that goes on in this fandom, and yet it never translates to dunking on interpretations of characters that ppl disagree with. there's just genuine joy over the face that people are out here writing and sharing and putting their own twists on stories.
in general, everyone is just so encouraging abt art, and that's such a wonderful environment for people who are new to writing/sharing their writing. and for people who are not new but still feel nervous about putting themselves out there. it's really special! i think it's similar for visual art too
I know I've said something similar before but like.
People are all "uwu we shouldn't let kids do hormone blockers or have surgeries because children can't consent to that!" and like. Aside from the fact that no one is doing gender affirming procedures on kids.
I would be willing to bet my left tit that these are the EXACT same fucks who would have given me shit from middle to high school and into college about getting laser hair removal, about my voice change from a soprano to an alto (not severe but noticeable, as I was a singer), who said I should amputate my healthy stomach so I could be more thin and "ladylike", who gave me ENDLESS shit for my body hair, including facial hair, who demanded I shave and pluck and squeeze myself into clothes and an image that didn't fit me and who ENCOURAGED me to take medications and have procedures that would permanently alter (and in the case of weight loss surgery? Damage, most likely) my body to fit what THEY thought I should be.
All because I have PCOS. My body is not what people expect of a cis woman's body.
Gee. It's almost like it has nothing to do with kids not consenting, and EVERYTHING to do with these chucklefucks wanting to deny trans kids access to life-saving care AND wanting to force intersex kids into medical treatment that they, by their own logic, cannot consent to.
But that's all fine when they're making us intersex folks "normal", huh?
another angle of lombo climbing the pole (the act of sluttery to start it all like a fucked up game of dominoes) to take down the jersey from the rafters has hit the towers because we needed another angle of benny pushing up lombos ass as he scales that thing like hes gonna get graded in gym class
slow dancing in a club...may the alcohol pour and that we might comfort in each others body as we become anonymous in the sea of thousands
do you ever think about the fact that on a random wednesdaythursday in a city practically 40 years away from being claimed by the sea and yet has put unimaginable money time and resources into pump systems to delay the onset for just a little while and yet is still plauged with flooding problems and is riddled with construction all around its city center making it both a "go-to destination" in terms of things to do and also a carcass of itself... in a little club... there is romance being borne anew again. quite frankly its beautiful may the hollow slabs of concrete bless this little coupling and may they ever continue to bring a precious bond to this team
also the juxtaposition of them being in their own world while lundy bounces and tries to hype up the crowd dear god i dont think any finn on this team knows how to dance but bless this dork anyways its the vibe that matters and hes passing with flying colours
also drunken sidestory that is sasha turning around and bumping into uvis and IMMEDIATELY GRABBING his shoulder to read the name of the jersey and going "Ba-lin-skis? Ah your name? Your name :)!" and uvis going "yeah :)!" and drags him into a hug like there was any other reaction he could have but hug the teddy bear that is sasha
“I am a normal person. I have the same life as any human being. When I finish playing, doing my work, I have my family, my friends, and I live like any other person.”
I really wish dc writers would allow themselves to admit that bruce and jasons relationship will never be the same as it was pre jasons death without constantly writing that back and forth of will they or won’t they. I wish they would allow jason to find the solace he had in bruce, alfred and dick as robin with new characters, new relationships. admitting and writing towards a new, not better or worse, but just different places in each others lives.
yes, you were the closest thing to a father figure I looked up to before, but I don’t want that from you anymore. I can’t have that from you anymore. and yeah, you were a kid who I wanted to raise and give better opportunities to. but I realize that I’m not in the same position to do that for you anymore, no matter how much I want to be able to.
just. growth.
I don’t want bruce and jason to keep slowly tearing each other apart for pieces of themselves that they genuinely can no longer give.
antidepressants have saved my life but in the way that my dad was put on them earlier this year before i was and he's an entirely different person neow. several years of it being a coin toss as to whether the house was going to have a sinister energy on any given day, undone in a few weeks and once again resembling the person i was most attached to as a child
actually. the specific phrasing that boy Kevin wants to kill older Kevin with "I must disassemble him, piece by piece, so that everything inside of the Old Kevin comes out. Only then can the New Kevin truly begin." is so incredibly the idea that to heal from trauma and "improve" you have to destroy every "wrong" part of yourself, that everything "tainted" by it has to somehow be replaced by something untouched (which isn't possible)
i'm a cis woman, but in the past few years i've developed a habit of headcanoning any male character i relate to as a trans women, beginning a fic trying to explore that, and then miserably falling short as i can never figure out how to end the story. i've recently joined a new fandom and started my most recent attempt at writing this ever-elusive character interpretation i've been trying to explain for years. and it occurs to me that maybe the reason i keep trying to interpret these characters i relate to as women and failing to, is because i'm trying to project the wrong experience. because i think that conclusion i can never fully bring myself to write isn't one about coming to terms with womanhood and embracing that identity, but about coming to terms with being a man.
so tldr im a trans man and this is a coming out post.