#reblog o post

[psivanessamaia]

O autoconhecimento tem um valor especial para o próprio indivíduo. Uma pessoa que se tornou consciente de si mesma, por meio de perguntas que lhe foram feitas, está em melhor posição de prever e controlar seu próprio comportamento.

B. F. Skinner

[lucarleigho]

MATT FUCKING DELETED THE POST HE MADE ABT PREDSTROGEN. MY REPLY TO HIS ASK IS FUCKING GONE. THE COWARD IS TRYING TO HIDE ALL EVIDENCE OF HIS TRANSMISOGYNY. WHO HAS SCREENSHOTS OF THE ORIGINAL POSTS??

[rakkiinoko]

[crystal-mouse]

GET BOOPED

[marblerose-rue]

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mothwing (and hawkfrost)

[chainsawselfships]

Reblog with a picture of your f/o(s) (no more than three) and I'll assign them a locket necklace (for a picture of you to go in, of course!)

[dreamwinged]

misc. selfship asks ❤︎

thank you for 400! <3 answer these asks however you'd like, but please practice reblog karma if applicable! 💌

🧸 - how would your f/o try to comfort you if you were upset? 🦢 - what's a petty argument you'd have with your f/o? 🍡 - what nicknames do you have for each other?

🪽 - what was your first kiss with your f/o like, if you've had it?

🪺 - describe your f/os perception of you before you got together, compared to what it is now! 🪷 - if the roles were reversed and your f/o was the one selfshipping with you, what would their blog look like?

🧊 - how would your f/o text you? would they use proper punctuation/capitalization, or type more informally?

🍋‍🟩 - similarly, what would your contact names be for each other?

💍 - how do you and your f/o feel about marriage?

🪻 - what's your f/o's coffee or drink order?

☁️ - how does your f/o like to spend their free time with you? 🛍️ - what would your f/o get you as a gift? additionally, what would you get for them?

🫧 - what song(s) remind you of your f/o?

🪼 - what’s your favorite way to feel closer to your f/o?

proship/comship/neutral dni

[felassan]

Dragon Age on YouTube live chat: "'We drift upon the echoes of the vast, eternal dream.' - Emmrich. 💜 Goodnight everyone, see you tomorrow!" [source]

The YouTube live chat info session draws to a close with a beautiful quote from Emmrich. :> the language reminds me of the "sea of dreams", "emerald waters of the Fade" imagery when it comes to the Fade. 😴

[flashypunches]

( REUPLOAD I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT im so sorry )

You're someone who's held great resentment for your godfather.

For your first meeting, for his ego, for his murderous intent towards your father.

For his failure to provide comfort or understanding when your parents refused you as a son, when your friends have left you as a corpse.

You suffer through long years, sticking with him through thick and thin, because he’s the only one like you, the only other Death refused to take.

( The daughter he made, the cousin you mourned, Dani, is gone. She will not return to either of you. It is always his fault. )

Because he’s all you have left. The only one who wouldn't refuse you.

He moves you to a city that matches your dreary state. Vigilantes take residence, closing in on crime. Closing in on your godfather.

Vlad leaves. He doesn’t take you with him.

He leaves you his wealth, a place in a school that makes you miss home, and an order to never speak to the ones who made him run– the Waynes.

He doesn’t return. Never properly. You make due with phone calls and brief visits every now and then. You don’t mind, you preferred this more than his haphazard attempts at providing companionship when it was too late.

Your schoolmates does not like you. That is okay, even if it leaves you longing for friends.

( Sam and Tucker are in Amity and will stay there until they die. They would never come and visit a corpse like you. Not when you desecrate their friend's body, parading it around, like you're him. They know who you really are. They've always known, they just couldn't see sense before. )

But you find someone who could be one.

He is prickly, rude, disliked less, but disliked nonetheless. But he is the only other person who does not care about your worn out shoes, for your scars, your clammy skin, all the things that made your parents refuse you as a son, as sentient— or about you coming in the middle of the school year.

You care not about his attitude, desperation clawing at your mind for any form of socialization not from Vlad or who he calls company.

You make quick work of befriending him, a shared rivalry for an annoying schoolmate pulling you close together.

You learn his interests, his pets, his family. You know his name but do not ask for it. Willful ignorance could be considered bliss. Just for a moment.

He lets you stay at his house for a night, though his siblings push the matter more enthusiastically. You do not see his father.

( “He’s on a business trip.” Daniel blinks, looking up at his friend.

“Who?” he asks, despite knowing there’s only one person that Damian could be referring to.

Damian tsked automatically, “My father, you imbecile. He will return in two weeks notice.”

Daniel thinks of his godfather, of his various excuses over the years to many people, including him. But instead of telling Damian the likely truth, that his father won’t return, never like how his best friend wants him too, an “Okay” comes out in place of it.

Let him bask in ignorance, Daniel tells himself, Let your friend have this. )

His father comes back. You don’t call Vlad when he forgets you. For all he wanted you as a son, now he never tries to treat you as such.

You continue the cycle of avoiding an empty house, of sleep-overs, of waiting for something to happen.

And something does. Your godfather comes back. He lies to you that he won’t leave again. He says that he will stay longer, that the family who tried to run him out won’t succeed again.

You do not think of your best friend. Why would he even care?

Your godfather treats you like he had before, when you still had your friends, your home. Like you are a misbehaving child, and him, the tired parent.

( Shouts of an argument ring from an dead manor, before being shut out to the upstairs.

Daniel slammed the door, not caring if Vlad had heard it or not. Ancients, he'd forgotten how much of an utter fruit-loop Vlad was. He gritted his teeth, rubbing the bruise left on his wrist by the man.

Why'd he expect anything different? Vlad was just going to be his usual nutty self, and go back to treating him like he was still some misguided kid, that he would just come around to playing nice with Vlad.

The wood of the door was smooth, most likely sanded down from any splinters by the past families who lived here. Daniel moved his fingers along the grooves, faintly remembering how he had done this before, when he was better. He bit his tongue, ignoring the bitter taste of ectoplasm it brought forth.

He hadn't thought of who he was before since he'd ran. He hadn't been this angry at Vlad since he ran. He hadn't felt so like himself after he ran.

Daniel would be lying if that thought didn't make him feel just a little bit better.

He let his head fall into his knees, back leaning against the wooden door, limbs sagging. He did not cry, because the Danny from the empty home did not do that. )

It irks you, but not like before. Maybe you were doing something right if he’s treating you like this now, treating you normally. Maybe you’re back to who you were before, before the rejection scarred you.

Damian notices the change in your personality, as you notice his change in costume. He is on the rooftops, in the streets, cloaked in muted colors, not unlike your own old costume, and his family knows your godfather is back.

When you come back to school after a week of Vlad trying to bond with you without success, Damian doesn’t say a word about your godfather.

You don’t either. What even is there to say?

“Oh, I know that you are investigating my godfather, and that you’re a vigilante, surprise!”

You would have been killed ages ago if that was your response.

Your friend does not invite you over anymore. You know why, understand why but it still stabs your core, in the way a butter knife does to wood. Dents it but does not cut.

You repeat the loop of boring conversation, of stilted companionship. You grow tired of it, as you always do.

Vlad's signature is easy to forge. You get to skip your classes under the guise of it being a family emergency.

( Damian is near the gate when he gets off the bus. Daniel's ratty sneakers are hitting the ground, as he walks over to him.

The weight of his backpack feels heavy, the evidence that Daniel had stuffed inside not helping his back. Damian twirls around at his steps, a scowl already on his lips.

Daniel smiles back, readjusts the straps on his shoulders. He whispers to Damian, uncaring of the fight currently breaking out in the front, the fight that Damian is watching, "I'm getting out of school today, wanna come with?"

His friend tears his eyes away from the brawl, looking intrigued at Daniel's offer.

Damian considers the chance. The thought of having to sit through another day of school with only Jon for mild company sickens him.

"I suppose I can, though if this is a trap Masters, then let it be known that—"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, you in still?" Daniel flashes his (only) friend a cheesy grin, ignoring Damian's eye-roll at his theatrics.

"..Yes."

-

The route to the local park is quick, though slowed by the need to be away from the public's eyes, lest they be caught right away in their venture.

Daniel gasps in a breath, ancients, did he need to jog way more. Damian easily strides beside him, the only sign that he was showing off being the smug gleam in his green eyes. Bastard.

The papers, the records, the flash-drive, all weigh down his back. Vlad has definitely noticed them missing, and he most definitely knows who took them.

But Daniel didn't care, not right now, because right now, he was spending time with his bestest friend in the whole wide world, and he'll deal with Vlad later. )

You drag Damian over to a secluded bench, taking no mind to the mutations Poison Ivy has given the plants near. The backpack is emptied, and you guide your only friend to the path that leads to Vlad's destruction.

The dread fades away, the high of adrenaline taking its place, at the crimes left behind in pieces, put back together in a backpack, and let loose into the hands of your only friend.

It feels good, like something’s been taken off your shoulders. You know that Vlad has anticipated you telling someone about what he’s done. He’s still not leaving.

Your high is running down, as you start to beg Damian not to arrest him, lying to your only friend that Vlad is a better man, and doesn't deserve to rot in a cell. You know that when you take a separate route to your homes, that he’ll tell anyway.

You can’t bring yourself to care. Vlad’ll just weasel out of it, as he always does.

He knows what you did, doesn’t bring it up, with the only sign being a watchful eye whenever you’re back in his grasp.

You get invited to a gala by your friend. You accept, uncaring of Vlad's reaction.

Your friend gets held ransom. No one’s worried, no one feels anything but annoyance. You stay away, not wanting to feel your core straining to help, to protect.

The Bats swoop in to help. You ignore the envy at their luck at having a team of other heroes to depend on.

( Your friend ) The Waynes send people after your godfather. He tries to bribe his way out of the charges, out of the jail cell that cannot hold him. They leave with him in tow.

You start staying overnight at your friend’s house even more. Damian doesn’t say a word about it.

His father does. His siblings do.

They talk about adopting you, they fight about Vlad, about what they are meant to do with your godfather, and what to do with poor old Danny. You don’t listen in much. They remind you of your parents, just a little bit. It hurts.

Vlad is let go. False charges, apparently. You know he just bribed the judge and juries.

He wants to talk to you, intent on having a conversation that lasts more than five minutes without shouting and tears ending it.

I'm sorry for not being there, please, give me forgiveness, are the only things you remember from the conversation. You do not give him what he wants, but the conversation doesn't end in slammed doors and withheld tears.

You sleep under his roof for the first time in weeks, the most civil conversation you’ve ever been with him looping in your mind. You even wonder if he’ll let you go to your friend’s birthday party.

You don’t sleep at your friend’s house as much. There’s not much need to anymore.

You wake up one night, to hear the sounds of ectoblasts and footsteps. They are on the roof, and you know what they’re here for.

You go ghost, going up the roof, watching invisibly as Plasmius shoots at the vigilantes who yell about something. You stay like that for a moment. You almost decide to let him go.

He's the only one you have left, to leave him, to abandon him, is to leave the last person in your corner. That thought is the only reason why you lift your thermos up, capturing Vlad in one fell swoop, before he leaves too.

The vigilantes are not pleased, as the Bat barks out orders to find you. You can imagine Vlad is the same, fuming at your disrespect inside the can.

With Vlad in your thermos, the Bats on your tail, there is no hope in your mind of getting out of Gotham with everything you need.

Oh Danny, what are you going to do?

[omegaversetheory]

Types of Omegaverses

Traditional - rigid social norms and hierarchies (ex: you can't do that you're an omega!), scents, animalistic heats/ruts, packs, war, dynamic > gender, mating, traditional gender roles are imposed (even if your characters actively fight against them), majority polyamory or familial based packs. Knotting = mating bond, mating bites can be present.

Contemporary - semi-flexible but present social /dynamic hierarchies (They are an alpha, it's respectful to listen to what they have to say), dating and courtship either anywhere between traditional and modern, polyamory common, dynamic is slightly more important than gender in society, familial/harem/community-based packs, fantastical heats/ruts/and mating, knotting and mating are not the same thing, mating bites, soulmates/soul marks.

Modern-dynamic hierarchy used to be a thing but is no longer the way society is structured, some dynamic and gender-based social norms (ex. I can't believe that alpha is a kindergarten teacher, i wonder what their parents think!), modern/nearly modern dating and courtship, traditional gender roles in the background, dynamic and gender are equally important in society, found family packs, polyamory uncommon, realistic heats/ruts (no rut rage, no wildly uncontrollable urges that last for days, no fountains of slick, etc.. these are just quirky biological processes, the increased mating drive does not become "fantastical"), mating bond = emotional commitment.

Post-Modern - the coexistence and explicit mention of multiple countries, multiple languages, multiple cultures, and customs that inform feelings towards dynamics. Mating, packs, and social hierarchies, neither dynamic nor gender is the focus of the characters or the plot, heats/ruts more biological than sexual, present-futuristic time period.

[psivanessamaia]

Você tem dificuldade para organizar suas tarefas?

Logo quando eu me formei eu tinha muita dificuldade em organizar minhas atividades do dia, isso lá em 2018 principalmente quando eu comecei a trabalhar na área. A falta de organização me gerava ansiedade e procrastinação.

Sabe aquela sensação de que você sabe o que precisa ser feito, porém não sabe por onde começar? Então, diante disso e como sou muito visual, investir em um quadro gigante para poder ir colocando tudo que eu precisava fazer durante a semana e tem ajudado desde então.

Essas dicas podem ajudar você que tem dificuldade em se organizar:

Liste as coisas que são prioridades para você naquela semana, ou seja, as atividades que terão que ser executadas independente do dia e horário.

Use algum recurso para te ajudar: agenda, post it, caderno, bloco de notas etc.

Seja realista, não encha seus dias de coisas que você sabe que pode não dar conta. Melhor colocar 2 atividades e executá-las do que 5 e se sentir frustrado por ter realizado apenas 1.

Com o tempo você vai conseguir perceber como a rotina funciona para você e com isso se adequar a ela da melhor maneira.

O importante é começar.

@psi.vanessamaia 03/19149 - CRP Demais dúvidas só me contactar. WhatsApp (71) 993995272 Atendimento em todo Brasil 🌍

[anewp0tat0]

it is already well past the time of the egg but I can't abandon my- or Lizzy's tradition of getting ciel a comfort bunny. as she has done in the past. again.

Jackalopes are big... I just made it bigger. cause I can?

happy (late) easter! and festivities or lack of in general.

[coolnonsenseworld]

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

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I'm catching up with comms so in the meantime here is a page from KF 2022 PDF, which I drew to substitute for a NSFW post!

I hope you will have a great Monday <3

52 weeks of KICK Fridays - what is it?

It's 3 PDFs made out of my Patreon content where I published Klance each Friday (Kick Fridays) since 2020. You can buy them by lowest price Patreons could pay each year to see it (1/month) on my shop (payhip.com/mezzy). I publish something for each sold PDF 💞

[toservenouel]

Shoutout to the girlies who feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread

[cringelordofchaos]

Love this scene

Should've captured the moment Kyle was surprised by Stan's "I need you" line but i missed it

Edit: I GOT IT KINDAAA

He's not angy anymore ☺️☺️

[magz]

SentaiFilmWorks is having their huge yearly sale for their BluRay DVDs.

There's a bunch of anime BluRays going between $1.99usd and $11.99usd; with some limited editions going for $17.99 and $19.99.

("Sentai Film Works Lucky Lucky Sale" Page Link)

This is awesome for people that want to start or expand their physical media collections and archives !