#just repressed memory things?

[penofwildfire]

When did we make Zane a tech guy. Seriously. When did we decide Zane in particular would be good at tech. That's so stupid. We've got too many goddamn tech people in this show. Obviously everyone on the team has some degree of tech knowledge considering how often they might have to repair something in their line of work, but labeling Zane as one of "the tech guys" has never sat right with me. Let Jay, Nya and Pixal do their thing. And Sora.

[federfleisch]

Watching literally any analysis of Petscop like "I get that you're cis, but how are you not seeing the blatant trans allegories right now"

[noahtally-famous]

can't believe this hasn't been said before but unhinged!scarlett and unhinged!dave would be an iconic duo. shame pi didn't get a second season bc these two in an alliance would basically succeed in destroying the island, they'd wipe everyone out

the fact that they're both versions of the nerd character so they're already smart in their own ways, the fact that they have absolutely zero fucks to give anymore, their individual darker sides have come out (whether it was hidden consciously (scarlett) or unconsciously (dave)), and they've each attempted to kill/seriously injure one or more contestant(s) (and mess up the island in the process) just to reach their end goal. imagine if these two found a common goal somehow, literally nothing could get in their paths (except possibly each other)

[txxty]

crazy how basically the only way we would be able to actually know what mike has been feeling these past few seasons is if he gets vecna'd or el sees into his memories somehow

cause like.. his ass rarely ever talks about his feelings and the only times he does its pretty vague and definitely not EVERYTHING he feels

[hauntingblue]

Jayce telling vi she won't make it on her own.... okay mr. projector...

[thatpinkkwitch]

the more my therapist and i manage to figure out about my repressed trauma the more i want to just go nope!! and just leave it alone forever

[armchair-lethroe]

You know, I find it interesting how if I were to say that my mom used to force me to strip in front of her so she could see my body, people would see it as sexual abuse or abuse in general. But if I were to say that she made me strip to check for self harm, they wouldn’t see it as trauma at all.

Why does the validity of someone’s reason for doing something alter how people think of the resulting trauma?

This is not to say my mother doing body checks was abuse. This is simply an example.

[fiovske]

listen. as much as I know (and love) that this doctor who special was v much trans rights save lives in the very blatant way that leaves no room for doubt for any wilful misinterpretation with the erasure of transness from the narrative esp in the terf supreme climate which was very necessary and important, and as much as I understand that dw is abt logical reasoning things making sense in a very (emphasis on very) abstracty hand-wavey way and you'd come up blank if you try to get into specifics ... i have just one question.

why did Donna and Rose Noble tell the doctor "we just let it go. you wouldn't understand as a male-presenting doctor." like.. that bit truly ???? me and I just didn't understand like... what does. male-presenting have to do w anything.. I am genuinely asking. i get the logic of the rest of the things: Donna passed down the metacrisis (sp? it's been years since doctordonna ep so I'm rusty) thingy to rose so they're both able to be share the weight of it without dying.. is it the extra regeneration energy theyre able to let go without any hassle? that's such a skill issue for a male-presenting doctor? ... if that then,, why so? what does being male-presenting have to do w anything is. my question. bc the logic is supposed to be handwavey I know.. but that part just puzzled me like is there some secret caveat I'm not getting?

[httpsawesome]

GAHHHHHH I NEED TO WRITE THE SWAP AU THATS BEEN IN MY MIND FOR MONTHS. . . !

[residenthomelessguy]

her name was jenny. there's no need to pester you, her name was jenny. and you were ted. you made each other very happy, once upon a time. but nothing lasts forever.

She.... I...

[Jenny. That was right. She was much clearer in Theo's mind now with the name. It was a name that brought back vivid memories of joy and pain alike.]

[Ted.]

[It's like everything re-clicked back into place in his mind as soon as he had his name. Everything from before was now also clearing. Theo knew. He remembered. Years upon years of repression and confusion started clearing itself up in an instant.]

[Ted knew who he was.]

[good-beanswrites]

hiihiii i love the way u write shidou smmmm so if ur requests r still open id like something with shidou + lies <3

Hellooo thank you!! Shidou zoomed his way into my favorites and I really enjoy writing him, haha! Here's a bit of him hanging with the smoking group T1

The problem with lying, Shidou had found, is that you end up fooling everyone involved. If you spend time trying to deceive someone, the people close to you will also believe it. If you continue, it will affect all those in proximity. And, if you do it for long enough, you’ll start to deceive yourself. 

Shidou had certainly lost track of his lies for a while. Right before it had all come crashing down around him, he’d almost believed all the beautiful tales of hope and health he’d been spreading. He’d almost seen the world as the place he’d been describing. 

And then the truth hit him; it crushed him. Seeing all the blood on his hands, he’d tried to swear the whole thing off in what little time he had left in this life. But, like his other habits, it was a difficult one to break. 

He exhaled smoke into the room, listening to Mikoto go on about the busy days of his office job. Shidou was concerned how he still spoke about everything as if he’d be heading right back after all this. 

He wanted nothing more than to sit him down for an examination. There were several reasons he may not remember his crime -- it was most likely the emotional shock, but Shidou couldn’t rule out the possibility of a head injury, an illness, a seizure, a stroke, or even it being a side effect of whatever drugs Milgram must have given the prisoners when bringing them here. It took everything in him to let Mikoto be. After all, no one was going to request help from a “killer doctor,” and he didn’t have any of his usual equipment. 

So he just stood and smoked in silence. 

“What about you?” Kazui asked. “My line of work definitely stressed me out, too. But I don’t think I’ve seen you bat an eye at anything since coming here.” He nudged Shidou. “Are you just as cool under pressure as those movie doctors?”

Shidou’s lips angled to a smile. “I suppose so. Though, I believe they look calm because they’re meant to appear perfectly competent. I’m calm so that patients don’t realize I am imperfect.” 

Was that all he was, when he killed those people? Just ‘imperfect’?

Seeing the way Mikoto’s eyebrows shot up, he clarified, “I’m very competent, mind you. But no doctor is perfect. Many patients will panic if you show even the slightest sign of doubt.”

He teased, “so you just lie to everyone all day? Damn, remind me to watch out the next time I go in for a checkup.”

“No, it isn’t like that.” Wasn’t it? 

The other two continued the conversation, but Shidou grew quiet. Was that something else he’d started to believe? Another thing he’d convinced himself was normal when, in fact, it was very, very wrong?

“I get that. Confidence is really important when dealing with dangerous situations.”

“Heh, I’ve definitely put up a bit of an act around here for some of the younger prisoners. I think it’s been helping, they seem calmer from when this all started.”

That’s right -- his goal was always to help, to calm. He watched Mikoto rub his temple absently, and knew another headache was approaching and knew what to do for it. He’d helped Haruka get over a cold the past week. He and Kotoko had discussed nutrition tips the other day. He was still doing good. The smile that he put up for the others was still doing good. 

“Well, I’m glad we’ve got a professional around here.” Kazui gestured his cigarette to Shidou, snapping him away from his thoughts. “Nothing against the guard, but it’s nice to have someone like you who can help me look out for everyone.”

“Yeah, feel better about being here already!” Mikoto slung an arm around him. The boy's expression showed he was trying to appear in on some joke. “So, doc, you think that all of us are getting out of this crazy place in one piece?”

Shidou wanted to warn him the situation was more serious than he knew. Milgram was not a big joke. He was not a man to be trusted. He was not a man to be forgiven.

But old habits die hard. 

“Oh, I'm sure of it.”

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

I will say that because these one after another, recurring anxieties are RECURRING and usually spiral from each other I can often disregard them a little more easily bc I'm like... I've been over this before?

[jackass-jones]

Anyone else having a major identity crisis cuz you realized that there’s just this entire version of you that you carefully crafted in order to cope with your abuse and you lived that life your whole life but it’s not you at all and you start to realize this as you slowly allow yourself to experience life outside of your abuse and it causes a crisis cuz you don’t know who you are outside of this persona you created and you have no clue how to function without your abusers dictating your life

[robinsnest2111]

oh this will haunt me for a while I fear

[finalset]

So on anon because i dont want you to feel pressured to answer if you dont want to. From a person who has also be around abuse that revolved around slamming doors and being the loudest one in an argument, i completely understand and i still jump at loud noises. The only thing that has helped me get over jumping at everything was literally just laughing at myself when someone would scare me (obvs not on purpose) and if it was a loud sound out of nowhere (ie like a pallet dropping. Was around those alot at work too) i took a second to just like check in on myself and either mentally or verbally reassure myself that i was safe. Its easier said than done. With the loud sound in public, I would also find someone that i deemed "safe" and then gauge their reactions as well to basically reassure myself that i was indeed safe. I hope this helps.

I think I’m definitely gonna try the reassurance thing, when it happens I usually jump and get tense and it throws my mind off and I want to leave the area immediately, which is just a whole annoying trip of reactions and emotions I try to pass off as not happening either. but I am gonna try some self talk/reassurance, idk why that hasn’t crossed my mind before bc that usually does help when I struggle with other things as well but I’ll try to remember next time it happens. thank you very much

[hesgomorrah]

you've heard of bj goes to maine now get ready for trapper goes to vermont. except he goes to vermont and hawkeye isn't there bc he does not live in vermont