#perhaps psychology...

[bullandkittycat]

🧁: my 2nd semester starts tmr and i cant stop thinking of what course adam would've taken if he had the chance to go to uni... gif below is my brain after adam taurusification GAHHHH

[tragicallycrispygirl]

I'm hitting a critical point of annoyance with the perception of Ramlethal as this Burger Fiend because, like, she *is* but everyone is still wrong loud incorrect buzzer big red x

[kigakurutta]

Ichimaru and Aizen

[rio-ot]

I call this one "toxic polycule"

[rebornofstars]

wouldnt it be so fucked up tho. time travel. the chain's circadian rhythms would be completely destroyed... u can't tell me all the portals would lead them to the same exact time of day across eras, and even if they did the days are shorter in winter and longer in summer, and the amount of daylight they get is going to vary drastically, and the time they spend in each location is going to be impossible to count right. u can tally days, sure, but how do u tally half-days and half-nights when the portals send them straight from dusk to dawn, evening straight into noon, morning into midnight. how do u count that. when do u sleep. how long have u been walking? how old are u?

[transingthoseformers]

A pwp gave me ideas again😔

I've been thinking about if the DJD didn't kill (some) traitors but "rehabilitated" them.

This has horrifying consequences, as in a way the two processes look very, very similar with the DJD involved

[syrupmap]

💛 Francesca is doing a Psychology course 💛

She's learning all about Pamela's dog, yellow and air conditioning

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2025: THE LUMINOUS DEAD by Caitlin Starling.

Well! I did not mean to binge read this in less than 24 hours, but Here We Are. Once I started, I had a hell of a time stopping, because I just HAD TO KNOW.

From the very first page, we know something is not right about this solitary caving expedition on a shitty alien mining planet, and we know that 22-year-old Gyre is in it for an enormous amount of money. We know significantly less about her enigmatic and controlling handler, Em, who's Gyre's literal only lifeline out of the cave system.

Or about what's down there with her.

The tension and ratcheting dread are propulsive--lot of mysteries here, lots to pick apart and unravel (including Gyre's and Em's psyches, apparently). Hugely tense and claustrophobic (I kept taking micro phone breaks to calm myself down), enormously isolating and twisty. This is We Support Women's Wrongs: Sci-Fi Horror Edition, and I'm in a complicated situationship with a hypermanipulative voice in my helmet about it--love it, hate it, love/hate it at the same time, what a deeply fucked up ride.

[shiningstarr15]

Random hc: Vanessa and Gregory both have alexithymia.

What is that? Well in simplest terms it’s referred to as “emotional blindness” and is often a result of severe trauma, but can also manifest as a result of being autistic (they both are, trust)

Basically, they are incapable of properly identifying and expressing emotions in themselves and others, though it manifests different in each. While Vanessa’s would manifest more as a complete emotional turmoil that causes her to express the incorrect emotions to what she’s actually feeling (ex anger born out of worry), Gregory’s would be more of an emotional “shutdown” where he struggles to express them at all, which may make him appear apathetic but in reality, he does care it just is shown in a different way and probably only with a select group of people

both of these are a result of the body’s disconnect from what the persons feeling and how the body responds (this can also be the culprit of laughing at inappropriate times and not being able to cry at a funeral, etc)

I also hc Gregory to have strong affective empathy but low cognitive empathy (cognitive being the ability to see from another’s perspective, and affective is being able to feel what another person is feeling)

Having both that and alexithymia can be a double edged sword bc you have the capability to understand when someone’s in distress, but the inability to identify how to help. So you may end up making the situation worse on accident and you may come off as selfish or even narcissistic (been there done that) but I think if someone is similar to him or takes the time to understand him, he’s able to connect with them far greater.

[aroacesofspades]

what if the love is there and it will always be there and it's so strong that it changes the course of the narrative and so it's full that it transcends deep-set mythological parallels and what if there is no version where the love doesn't persist, where it doesn't prevail over hell itself and what if the love may not be the same but it's there regardless and that's all that matters and what if u may know nothing about the future but the love will be there always and u have literally forever to figure out what the rest means and-

[quacaserous]

OUGH ok hear me out. varys’ (game of thrones) “a very small man can cast a very large shadow” monologue/riddle but durgetash. smth smth durge acting as not only enver’s lover but also a mentor/advisor of sorts

[taylitruther]

thinking about a rough idea of a fic based on my time as a resident assistant in a college dorm and how we taught interpersonal skills, so there was a whole module type thing on healthy vs unhealthy vs unsafe relationships

thinking about how a story exists somewhere that follows Eliot along the backside of that, from an unsafe relationship based on survival and obedience with Damien to an unhealthy one based on codependency and unbalanced loyalty with Nate to a healthy relationship based on trust and respect with Parker and Hardison

about how going from Damien to Nate is jarring, and in the end he’s still not really able to look back on it with much objectivity because after Damien anything was good anything was better, and he doesn’t want to look too closely at what they were doing and when they were doing it. he doesn’t want to think about how much power he gave a provenly dangerous drunk man over him and his actions and his choices both and in and out of the bedroom

and of course he’s happy with Hardison and Parker but there will always be a broken piece of him that craves the hurt that came from Damien, the instability that came with Nate, because Eliot doesn’t always believe he deserves good things for himself

because good or bad relationships change and sculpt and mold you, and sometimes the hands doing it leave fingerprints in funny places

[lurkdragonstuff]

I'm an atheist and a philosophical materialist. I don't think there's anything more to the universe than what can be observed and measured. Disagree if you want, that's fine, but take as read that this is where I'm coming from.

As you can imagine, this makes it very strange to me that my brain thinks I'm a dragon.

I have been trying to square this circle for years. Since around the 2000's, when I first made contact with the Internet, I would look in on the otherkin community, and the draconic community nested inside it, and I would think, man. I wish I could believe that. I wish I could believe that souls were real, and that I had one, and that it was a dragon, and that's why I was so odd. For quite a while, I just explained it as a furry fandom thing. Sure, yes, my fursona is feral, but ferals are furries, too. This is still true! I'm still in furry fandom, and my dragonself still acts as my fursona. But they are also, in a deeper sense, me.

I'm a secular pagan. I don't think gods exist, and I don't think magic is literally real. I can't really cast a curse on shitty charities. The moon's a big shiny rock. It doesn't care if I roar at it when the sun reflects off it just so and I can see the whole of its tidally locked face.

But my dragon brain doesn't know that. It likes the big shiny rock. It likes little shiny rocks, too. It likes to light things on fire, and considers this a sacred act, both bringing destruction to noxious things and bringing honour to things worthy of it. It likes to growl and hiss when things annoy it. It likes to collect things, to have a hoard. It likes to range around its territory, keeping an eye on what's around in what season. It finds it frustrating that its wings don't seem to work at all, and its other limbs barely better. It wants its tail back. It wants its fire breath.

I'm autistic. Sometimes speaking is hard, and I growl and hiss when things annoy me. I like to collect things related to my special interests; I have a sprawling collection of cetacean, Nintendo, and SEGA figurines, as well as lots of little animal figures. Plushies, too, and videogames, and books. I do wildlife photography, as well, marking who's around in what seasons. This is, to my frustration, limited a lot by waning energy because of chronic health problems.

If backed into a corner, to say what I really believe, of course I'm a human. It is in my DNA, expressed in a bipedal body plan, five fingers on the forelimbs only, nails and not claws, no wings, no muzzle, no tail, short neck, skin and fur instead of scales. Not even any horns. I find this frustrating, but it is what it is. I also find it frustrating when people call me 'she' and not 'they', and that really there is no feasible gender presentation that would guarantee that strangers would use the right word. The best I can hope for is that people will read the 'they/them' button on my hat, or otherwise call me 'he'. Still wrong, but at least novel.

I honestly think my draconic identity developed when I was younger as a way to explain why I was so weird. I have never been normal. I will never be normal. As an adult, I have fancy words like "autism" and "anxiety and depression secondary to post-traumatic stress disorder" and "seasonal affective disorder" to explain why I'm abnormal.

But a part of my brain, I think the same one that still believes in magic and deities even though I don't, tilts its head, then grins a sharp grin and says, "Cool story, bro. I'm still a dragon."

I generally have, for any given of my eccentricities, the philosophical materialist explanation (generally that I am either brainweird in some way or another or am playing pretend for placebo purposes to manage executive function etc.) and the dragon explanation (generally what the pretend play revolves around). But - and this is hard to explain - it isn't exactly playing pretend, either. It's me.

When I'm pretending to be Link, either playing a Zelda game or writing Zelda fanfic, Link isn't me. I might be inhabiting him as an actor, but he isn't me. When I play Animal Crossing, and I'm playing a character named after me, that's closer. It's me but greater. Me but more. Me existing in a life I wish I could have.

When I put on my mask, when I sit and daydream about the multiverse-hopping shenanigans I get up to, when I hiss at someone startling me by getting into my space, that's me. I'm not a dragon, I'm a human wearing a mask, daydreaming, hissing because "back the fuck off!" isn't allowed in the workplace.

Yeah. Cool story, bro.

I am still a dragon.

[completeoveranalysis]

[19]

This is also the funniest way this could have gone. Naturally Watanuki feels bad for the way it all went but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ You can only help someone so far, and only if they want it. 

Very fun to me that Watanuki just devolves into “Well if I ring the doorbell enough times maybe she’ll change her mind”.

On the one hand Watanuki gets a pass for being a fictional character that we know has good intentions, because this would be harassment otherwise. 

On the other hand he is so desperate to help someone. He is clinging to the idea that he might be able to grant her wish - even though it’s not even technically a wish he is granting, but fixing a fundamental fear that is haunting her. 

He won’t let this go because he’s just lost so much, he needs it all to matter, so he can do a good job on behalf of all the people he just lost. 

He is putting too much on himself, but yes I absolutely want to see where this goes. 

… but not now! Apparently that was the end of the chapter. 

Excuse me time to retire to the wailing room. 

[fatedroses]

Zenos, but he uses his grandfather's name and imagery for his new armor so he can actually feel like a hero.

[evocatiio]

if chibnall was the one writing this season you lot would be talking VERY differently