#story of recovery

[nerdpoe]

Dick gets his drink mixed up with another persons in the library while visiting Barbara.

He was drinking some kale smoothie thing, for health and stuff, and he set it down to grab a book from the shelf. There was another guy next to him, who also had a smoothie in the same kind of shake-n-go bottle.

They swapped by accident.

Dick checked out his book, said goodbye to Barbara, and took a sip of his smoothie.

That's the last thing he remembers.

He wakes up two days later pinned down by a practically feral Jason, who's eyes are glowing a sickly Lazarus green, with Bruce, Tim, Cass, and Duke all showing signs of losing a fight. He's sore everywhere, and Damian is nowhere to be seen.

"Uh...." his voice cracks, and he's suddenly aware of how fucking painful his throat is. "Hi? What's going on?"

"...Is it really you, Dickwing? I swear to God if it isn't and this is another-"

"Jay I really don't know what's going on, man."

Jason doesn't believe him. Dick is cuffed with anti-meta cuffs and escorted to the cave, where Bruce demands test after test and Dick tells them the last thing he remembers.

Apparently, after taking that sip, his eyes had turned to Lazarus green, and he had beelined for the mansion. Along the way there, he had run into the Riddler.

He had broken most of the Riddler's bones.

That was when everyone had been called in to subdue Dick, who for some strange reason kept gunning for Damian. Hence, Damian was upstairs and not allowed down until they were sure Dick was okay again.

It's concluded that Dick drank some alternate form of Lazarus Water, lost his mind, proceeded to take everyone out with enhanced strength and speed except Jason, who had entered a Pit episode just to keep up, and worked through it two days after consumption.

But who the fuck transported a material as dangerous as modified Lazarus Water in a fucking shake-n-go bottle?

Danny, however, is a little sad that his ecto-shake was stolen by some rando at the library.

Their kale smoothie was pretty good though.

[desultory-suggestions]

The things you create don’t have to make sense! They can be messy and wild! They can be confusing and strange! They can be ugly and weird! Stop tethering your sense of creativity to what other people will accept. You deserve to create without inhibition.

[journeytomonkiekid]

CH 6 (Momentum) - Page 74 Previous || Next

[enden-agolor]

i have nothing else to offer but this little doodle page 😔 i don't have much time to draw as of recently so i hope this pleases the gay minecraft man audience

[retquits]

2023 is only my third year of actually living

it’s all still so new to me—stuff like enjoying being alive every day, and doing things with purpose

maybe i’ll draw a comic about it. but i just wanted to say HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! i’m glad i’m here to see 2024 with you 🥰🌻

[hoaxghost]

Coming here to stop the debate bout whatever is the better type of angel between anime girl and celestial horror cause BOTH are good and are equally skilled at bringing down plagues upon people

[punkstylerecovery]

Sometimes I forget, with all the big issues in my life, that the little issues make a big difference too. I get so distracted and overwhelmed because usually, I can't do anything about the big issues. But one of the reasons I'm so overwhelmed is usually because I also have to deal with all those little issues and I'm fighting to ignore that discomfort.

But when I focus more on making a difference with the little things, I feel like I'm much more in focus and living my life despite it all. Those little things pile up and even if it seems like such a small thing to change/address/ect, it's still me trying to change things in my life for the better and reminding myself there ARE things I can fix.

So for the rest of y'all, if you're feeling overwhelmed or stuck on an issue you can't seem to fix, try to eliminate or work on some of the smaller problems you deal with.

Clear your plate a little. Maybe you're just giving yourself a little more room to breathe, maybe you're doing that and giving yourself a new perspective on it all. Just like little joys matter, little annoyances do too; be aware of them.

[echoingalaxies]

"Close your eyes."

Said Caretaker to dying whumpee, caressing their hair, trying to make their last moments as peaceful and comfortable as possible.

Said Caretaker to scared Whumpee, holding a knife to Whumper's throat, about to make sure they never lay their hand on Whumpee again but wanting to spare Whumpee from witnessing any more violence.

Said Caretaker to injured Whumpee, cupping their chin and guiding their head up, not letting Whumpee look at the wounds covering their body.

Said Caretaker to sleepy Whumpee, who fears falling asleep because of all the traumatic nightmares they know they'll have, but with Caretaker by their side, whispering all kinds of reassurements, they might be okay.

[one-abuse-survivor]

Abusers have human sides to them too.

When abuse, whether real or fictional, is talked about in media, one of two things usually happens. The abuser is either completely dehumanised and painted as an evil caricature, or given a tragic backstory that makes the victim feel so sorry for their abuser they end up forgiving them.

And I think this is part of why it can be so hard to believe we ourselves are going through abuse. Because when it's you going through it, you see the human side of your abuser too. You see them cry, and laugh, and overcome adversity, and be vulnerable, and feel scared and small. You see them struggle and you see them genuinely try to spend quality time with you, and you see them show the ways they love you. Sometimes, you can even see that they mean it when they say they love you.

And because we've been taught that "actual" abusers are all bad, heartless, merciless, and lacking in humanity, and everyone else is just a suffering person who hurt others because they were hurting inside, we think what we're going through can't possibly be abuse. We think we're exaggerating, or being weak, or selfish. We punish ourselves for not being more understanding of what they're going through. We convince ourselves we're making it all up and we're the monsters in our own story.

But we're not. We're just not used to acknowledging that abusers are human, and that their humanity does not negate their abuse.

If you've ever questioned your abuse because your abuser was struggling, or genuinely loved you, or was trying their best, or expressed conflicting emotions, or was abused themselves, this post is for you. I believe you. I believe what happened to you was abuse. Their circumstances did not justify their actions.

I believe you, and you are not alone.

[leveloneandup]

GRINDING AND BELIEVING ✨ LET IT COME —CP

[chiharuuu22]

Whumpee, who was raised as a killing machine by Whumper and managed to become a "human" thanks to Caretaker, makes a special impression.

What if Whumpee was Caretaker's son?

There is a scenario that has occurred to me. If Caretaker A and B are husband and wife who join an organization to eradicate Whumper and his minions. Years ago, they lost their child to kidnapping and finally thought their child was dead.

One time, they broke into Whumper's headquarters and rescued the children there. Most of them are used as objects of research, and the rest, which are considered the most powerful, are used as tools to kill for personal gain. Most of these children had no identity, so they ended up being treated at a rehabilitation center belonging to the Whumper eradication organization.

Whumpee is a child who is finally under the supervision of Caretaker A and B. Initially, they had difficulty bonding with Whumpee. Whumpee's attitude, which was formed by Whumper, is very difficult to fix. Whumpee doesn't understand what is right and what is wrong.

Slowly, Caretaker A and B brought Whumpee to become "human" and the teenager he was supposed to be. Whumpee learns little by little about life and everyday skills. Whumpee understands what is right and what is wrong. Whumpee learns to understand "sorry," "please," and "thank you."

Of course, Whumpee ended up becoming very close to Caretaker A and B. Caretaker A and B even secretly wanted to adopt Whumpee.

No one realizes that Whumpee's appearance is actually similar to a combination of Caretaker A and B. Even if there is, they think that because Whumpee was raised by Caretaker A and B, Whumpee adopted their expression habits without realizing it.

One day, suddenly, Whumper attacked the organization's headquarters, causing chaos. Whumpee was asked to run as far as possible to be safe. Initially, Whumpee obeyed the order but finally changed his mind and returned to save Caretaker A and B. Even though he had not held a weapon for a long time, Whumpee's body still remembered to fight.

Whumpee became an aid to the organization and succeeded in eliminating some of the Whumper members. Together with their friends who had been saved, they thought that what they were doing was a form of gratitude.

Whumpee looked for Caretaker A and B, until finally they met when Caretaker A and B were fighting Whumper. Whumpee managed to win. However, when he was careless, Whumper still tried to attack his Caretaker. Of course, Whumpee's body moved spontaneously and eventually became a victim.

In the next classic scene, Whumpee finally has to receive treatment for the wounds he received. Whumpee got a donor from Caretaker who happened to have the same blood type.

Even though he didn't expect anything, Caretaker A did a little testing on Whumpee. After carrying out the first test, Caretaker A was surprised by the results. Then, he carried out various tests repeatedly and for days, and he even asked his friends for help to confirm the results.

And yes, Whumpee is their child who was thought to have died.

Caretaker A, who was still a mess, rushed to see Caretaker B, who was taking care of Whumpee. They talked to each other heart-to-heart. Caretaker A gave all the test results, and they cried happily together.

Caretaker A and B met Whumpee, who had gone through a critical period. They explain slowly that Whumpee is their son. At first, Whumpee thought Caretaker was joking because Whumpee didn't remember anything about his past. Until finally, Whumpee understands that he is the caretaker's son. Whumpee had parents all along. Of course, Whumpee felt very happy and grateful. He felt very lucky. Whumpee then learns to call Caretaker A and B "mom" and "dad.".

Maybe because Whumpee was happy, his healing progressed quickly, and Whumpee was able to return home.

Everything continues as usual. Except Whumpee finally has a birth certificate with his family name on the back.

(Anything you want to add?)

[synodic-lupine]

Nine and Ten's arcs go hand in hand as a collectively great PTSD narrative imo. I think Ten's wishy-washiness about relationships and inability to fully open up to Rose is often characterized as plain old fear of commitment yet I see that as a progression to another presentation of PTSD. When we first meet Nine, he seems like he's halfway to planning on how to get himself killed. He meets Rose, he heals, he changes, he grows. Then he regenerates into someone with a desire to live and the seeming capacity to just be happy. At the same time, he regenerated for and because of Rose. Recovery that hinges on one person is a tricky thing. When you're with that person it can feel like there's no more work to be done, like you're totally 'fixed'. Every moment with that person feels like the best thing in the world... which makes it significantly harder to open up about anything trauma related. When you're feeling high on a person's presence why would you ever want to think about the bad things? THEN because he finally properly wants to live, The Doctor gets hit with the realization that living a full life means losing Rose in the end and it's downright intolerable to him. It makes him push and pull and act like a bastard sometimes. We get glimpses of who he is without her in the moments when she's threatened. He loses his damn mind any time she's threatened- he gets that crazed look akin to Nine in Dalek more than anything. This is also in contrast to how Nine used to react to Rose being threatened, where he used to still be able to keep it reined in. THEN... he loses her for real and he backslides majorly. We see the effects in Turn Left, that if Donna hadn't been there he would have died right after saying goodbye to Rose. He's more or less back where he started as Nine in the beginning of series one, looking for a way to die. He lives though, and has to accept that no, he's not perfectly recovered and keep on working on it. He opens up about things in ways we saw him struggle to in series 2. Though he's more callous in series 3 and 4, he seems to struggle more with relating to humans, his bastardous tendencies pop up more. He's also a freaking disaster man in series 4 with the number of times he offers or tries to give up his life for others. He DOES make recovery progress through series 3 and 4, just is slow like in real life. All of that makes JE make sense to me in that this is a man who is experiencing turbo PTSD triggering. He pushes everyone away all at once, because maybe being alone will hurt less than losing people after all. Even after all that in the end when he is dying he says he doesn't want to go. He was born into wanting to live and be happy so of course he doesn't want to go.

[tizniz]

WIP Wednesday 🌙

Tagged by @theotherbuckley & @daffi-990

I wrote a cute little Buck/Eddie/Tommy story, called First Choice, that I am hoping to post soon (after I write a different BuddieTommy story first...) but here's a lil something from it:

“Hey.” Buck says softly, but it’s enough to make Tommy pause, him and Eddie both shifting their attention to him. He smiles at them both, placing one hand over the hand Eddie is using to hold his forgotten fork in and reaching across the table to take the one Tommy has lowered there. “I’m happy.” His voice shakes a little, and there’s a blurriness to his eyes, but Buck stays steady in his words. “I’m really happy.” “Oh, baby.” Eddie exhales, leaning over to press his forehead to Buck’s temple, tilting his head to kiss the corner of Buck’s mouth. “I’m happy too.” “The happiest.” Tommy assures, squeezing tightly onto Buck’s hand. “Thanks for choosing me.” Buck admits, not knowing why tonight he’s saying this but needing to nonetheless.

NP tagging: @hippolotamus, @actualalligator, @actuallyitsellie, @bidisasterevankinard, @spotsandsocks, @fortheloveofbuddie, @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove, @jesuisici33, @cal-daisies-and-briars, @exhuastedpigeon, @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming, @monsterrae1, @epicbuddieficrecs, @elvensorceress, @eddiebuckley-diaz, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @spagheddiediaz, @wildlife4life, @evanbegins, @devirnis, @loveyouanyway, @perfectlysunny02, @smilingbuckley, @watchyourbuck, @loserdiaz, @excuseme-greentea, @wikiangela, @sunshinediaz, @scknight05, @dangerpronebuddie, @kitteneddiediaz, @incorrect9-1-1, @underwaterninja13, @bigfootsmom 🩵

[pozartaa]

2019 od 96 kg ----------→ do 60 kg 2022

Ten blog jest bezpośredią kontynuacją poprzedniego bloga, który z niewyjaśnionych przyczyn mi zbanowano. Mogliście mnie znać jako @pozarta

O mnie:

jestem osobą dorosłą. Zachorowałam na an4 I bul1 również jako osoba dorosła. Do tego miałam też depresję, problem z alkoholem, SH i kompulsywnym objadaniem się ( helooo - bulim1@) Leczyłam się i przeszłam terapię na oddziale dziennym. Obecnie mogę powiedzieć, że jestem na pełnym recovery choć naleciałości dawnych zaburzeń mi nadal towarzyszą. Każdy wie, że to nigdy Cię do końca nie opuszcza. Kiedyś byłam pro ale teraz absolutnie nie. Acz kolwiek nikogo z mojego bloga nie wyganianiam i nikogo nie oceniam. Każdy ma swoją drogę do przejścia.

Waga:

zaliczyłam w życiu całe spektrum byłam wychudz0n@ i byłam otyła. W różnych wariantach i kolejności. W 2021 roku moja waga zaczęła dobijać do 100 kg i zaczęłam odczuwać zdrowotne skutki otyłości. Lęk przed powrotem 3D i liczeniem kalorii bardzo mnie zniechęcał do odchudzania. Zdecydowałam się na dietetyka i to bardzo pomogło uporządkować mój żywieniowy chaos. Nauczyłam się dużo o wielkości porcji, makro i jak jeść by być najedzonym, a tracić kilogramy w zdrowy sposób.

Jak schudłam:

Dietetyk był początkiem drogi, choć jej diety nie trzymałam się długo, ale była ona bazą tego jak jem do dziś. W marcu 2022 założyłam tego bloga i zaczęłam moja własną przygodę i walkę ze zbędnymi kilogramami. Przyszłam tu z wagą 89kg/177. Zajęło mi to rok by zejść do 68-65kg. Jadłam około 1000-1500 kcal na redukcji. Rok 2023 w większości poświęcam reverse diet i powoli zwiększałam kal0rie o 50kcal/2 tygidnie, aż doszłam do 1800 kcal. Później postanowiłam jeść trochę "na oko". Teraz próbuje utrzymać w4gę na poziomie 58 kg-61 kg choć różnie to wychodzi i często zaliczam spadki. Oduczyłem się objadania i złych nawyków żywieniowych często nie potrzebuje jeść "aż tyle" Jesteśmy teraz w tym punkcie - koniec roku 2023 i już prawie połowa 2024

Maj 2024

Zasady:

🖤 jem 4 posiłki dziennie i parę przekąsek, ( 100-200 kcal na przekąskę) mój limit to +/- 2100 kcal. Wyjątkiem są nocne zmiany w pracy, kiedy dodatkowo dochodzi jeden posiłek nocny (doliczony do dnia poprzedniego) Nie liczę (od zawsze) przypraw, napoi zero, kawy, herbaty, ogórków, rzodkiewkek i sałaty. Warzywa ogólnie traktuję pobłażliwie

💚 1x w miesiącu Cheat Day ( kalorie liczę ale zjadam rzeczy, których zwykle sobie odmawiam )

🩵9x w miesiącu DBLK ( Dzień Bez Liczenia Kalori1) kalorii nie liczę ale staram się jeść podobnie jak w normalny dzień - pisiłki na oko. Uczę się jedzenia jak normalny człowiek bez wagi kuchennej i Fitatu. ( Z czasem będzie ich więcej)

💛 Ważę się co 2 tygodnie (wcześniej co tydzień) stawanie na wadze częściej nie ma sensu

Oznaczenia:

waga utrzymana → 💚 (+/-0.5kg)

waga wzrosła →❤️

waga spadła →🖤.

Chce utrzymać BMI około 19

(historia ważenia mi przepadła więc tylko tyle udało mi się odtworzyć)

*29.09.23-06.10.23 - 59.45 🖤(-0.60kg) BMI 19.0

*06.10.23-13.10.23 - 59.55 💚(+0.10kg) BMI 19.0

*13.10.23-20.10.23 - 59.85 💚(+0.30kg) BMI 19.1

*20.10.23-27.10.23 - 59.25 🖤(-0.60kg) BMI 18.9

*27.10.23-10.11.23 - 58.55 🖤(-0.70kg) BMI 18.7

*10.11.23-24.11.23 - 58.90 💚(+0.35kg) BMI 18.8

*24.11.23-08.12.23 - 57.35 🖤(-1.35kg) BMI 18.4

*08.12.23-22.12.23 - 59.00 ❤️(+1.65kg) BMI 18.8

*22.12.23-05.01.24 - 58.75 💚(-0.25kg) BMI 18.7

*05.01.24-19.01.24 - 59.45 ❤️(+0.70kg) BMI 19.0

*19.01.24-02.02.24 - 59.15 💚(-0.30kg) BMI 18.8

*02.02.24-16.02.24 - 59.00💚(-0.15kg) BMI 18.8

*16.02.24-01.03.24 - 58.50💚 (-0.50kg) BMI 18.6

*01.03.24-15.03.24 - 59.20❤️(+0.70kg) BMI 18.9

*15.03.24-29.03.24 - 58.05🖤(-1.15kg) BMI 18.5

*29.03.24-12.04.24 - 58.85❤️(+0.80kg) BMI 18.8

*12.04.24-26.04.24 - 58.05🖤(-0.80kg) BMI 18.5

*26.04.24-10.05.24.... CDN

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee awoke laying on a couch. A fire had been made that quietly crackled and snapped.

Whumpee winced, feeling their head spin as they tried to sit up.

“Hey, it’s okay. Take it easy.” A voice spoke. A hand went on their chest and pushed them back on the couch. Another hand rested on their forehead searching for a fever.  

 Whumpee forced their eyes open, flinching when they realized they were laying on someone’s lap. They gasped and shot up straight. 

“Hey, easy! It’s me- It’s caretaker.” They coaxed, grabbing them by the shoulders and laying them in their lap. “You don’t remember what happened, do you?” Caretaker asked. 

Whumpee made a disgruntled noise as they clutched their head and shook. That one simple movement made their headache throb. 

“You know... Maybe that’s for the best.” Caretaker sighed and lowered their gaze, stroking their hand down the side of whumpee’s face.

Their look had a hint of guilt.  

[hoaxghost]

if blue is for angels, and red for demons, would yellow be for gods…?

For angels, it's less theyr'e blue and more so a glowing white. Using blue just helps me convey this ethereal 'glow' cause greys are a bit dull to use in art. Angels appear like those diffused led glowing lights people can put on bedside tables

While demons are 'red' because they're essentially flayed fleshy creatures who don't have skin. Heaven is very monochromatic because it's the resting spot of the Admin (aka god).

I should explain a core concept of File recovery too now that I'm on the subject- Essentially the only thing that existed before the admin was made, was the Everything: (a dark void) and the Nothing (a blank white void). The Admin or "The Tear" is a crack that formed between the two planes, acting as a window into either.

The Admin began then to weave the Everything and Nothing together, using the Everything like ink on the page of the Nothing. The first creations, Heaven and the angels, were all stark white and then overtime the Admin had begun to figure out how to create colours. Hell and the physical realmn (planets) were made much later after heaven thus their more abudant use of colours reflect the Admin's progressing skills.

So to answer your question: Everything closely connected to the Admin (angels) is that stark glowing white because they're the early test scribbles of a new and slightly bored god