#therapy is not fun friends

[wildelydawn]

Today in therapy, I learned that depression is a disability and that it's okay that I'm not completing work fast enough.

Am I going to remember that tonight/next week when shit hits the fan? Absolutely not. <3

[baalzebufo]

oh yeah... redrew my older pines designs + also gideon is here because I like him and will inflict him on everyone. probably in their early 20s here, I didnt think too hard about the specifics. also some headcanons

dipper started testosterone finally so he's got the classic 'shitty little puberty stache' and also hes breaking out w acne bit. wears a lot of denim on denim. him and wendy swap hats every summer its their tradition. he has a bomber jacket with lots of alien and cryptid patches. sometimes he has kind of a mullet going on

mabel regularly chops all her hair off in the mirror with some scissors whenever the impulse hits so at any given point of her life it can be either waist-length or a buzzcut. she got into making kandi and has a bunch of themed cuffs. rhinestones. sparkles. thats a tamagotchi necklace

gideon has embraced his inner cowboy and got some riding chaps ostensibly because he has a motorcycle now but also because he thinks he looks cool. his bolo tie is a replica of his old cursed variant because fiddling with it is a comfort to him. hes got a custom leather jacket with his star embroidered on the back

hes also so tall because. well honestly my headcanon is he has an insane growth spurt in his teens. have you SEEN bud gleeful? he's huge. hes got Big Dude Genes. also honestly i just think its funny if he goes from being knee-high to 6 feet tall in the space of like, 6 months.

(i was gonna add other characters to this but i got distracted so thats for another time)

[haunted-xander]

Do you think Saix' emotional co-dependence started as a Nobody or did it start as human Isa and just grew to an unhealthy degree?

[sneez]

more of them :D normally i do not care for modern aus but the concept of dea being able to read books in braille and gwynplaine getting an autism diagnosis is so appealing i am making an exception. please do not tag as body horror or anything similar [id in alt text]

[miusato]

Honestly the main attraction for Shinjiham is how contrast their personality is and it is always funny for me to think about how people around them would react if they found out they're dating in this AU lol

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Abso-fucking-lutely vibing with World's Finest: Teen Titans' addition of Karen as one of the founding members.

Because good fucking god, before this the team was two demigods, two billionaire teens and a Normal Kid™ in neon yellow BUT NOW?! Now it's two demigods, two billionaire teens and TWO Normal Kids™ in neon yellow!

No but seriously though Wally is the only one who has to like... mow the lawn and watch his neighbor's cat when they go away for the long weekend. He's the only one who knows how to mail a letter at the post office and how much pencils cost at a book fair. He's got superpowers and terrible parents and yet somehow he is the MOST NORMAL ONE THERE.

Which speaks volumes about the rest of them tbh.

But now!!! Karen and Wally get to be nerds ✨together✨ and they get free tickets to watch the trainwrecks that the other Teen Titans call life

Seriously though I think these two are aggressively trying to be friends with each other while also roleplaying their 'cool guy' hero personas, which is extremely funny to me. These two are absolute nerds with no friends in school and they are DESPERATE for a friend and they've just met but they've both decided "Yeah that one. That one is friend shaped"

Wally: you move too slow

Karen: learn how to fly dumbass

Anyway I love them

[humanmorph]

therapy, huh

[dumblr]

Sometimes talking with your best friend is all the therapy you need, and sometimes you need therapy after talking to your best friend.

[brown-little-robin]

okay, I'm crowdsourcing advice for a minute, so bear with me and please lend some words if you have any:

I want to get out of the house more. Like, on a regular basis. Weekly, maybe. Preferably, I would like to be interacting with people—the same people—every time, for... like... accountability, but also because I am hoping to put myself out there as the 21st century's most neurotic platonic Casanova. Uh. Making a friend or more out of this would be desirable. But I think if I go out with the intention of making a friend, I will be disappointed.

So. I want to go do something, for that something's own sake. I don't want to go be fake once a week hoping to get a friend out of it.

However, the beautiful state of Iowa is a bit cultureless, and I am too introverted and easily overwhelmed for this world (e.g. going to bars is probably not gonna be my thing). So.... I guess.... any suggestions? opinions? thoughts on making friends in general, or finding good activities as an introverted adult, in general?

oh yeah, also: I am poor. that's a factor. so. signing up a class or similar is not a great option right now.

what the heck, I'll add a silly poll for fun:

[wavebiders]

Not letting Wyll sacrifice his soul is worth it for this line alone

[overtake]

some of you are in a monogamous relationship with eternal misery. the way you manage to find negativity in everything is exhausting. you are not being a realist. you are just going out of your way to find the bad where it does not exist.

[scificrows]

Is there a 300 page essay about Murderbot's armor (specifically the opaque helmet) as a not-so-subtle metaphor for masking in a clearly neurodivergent character already? Because I need it.

The way Murderbot is unvoluntarily without its opaque armor in All System Red in front of the crew (i.e. unmasking) and appears surprised at its own strong facial expressions and other people's reaction to it? The vulnerability that comes with that and how Murderbot spends pretty much the rest of the book wearing or actively missing its armor which keeps it safe from the mortifying ordeal of being known (yet sometimes other characters suggest it might help for it to not opacify the helmet in order for others to see it as a person and to trust it (and in the end idk if it would have achieved the rewards of being loved by its humans and have had its needs met if it hadn't unmasked in this relatively safe environment sometimes)).

Also there's the whole avoiding-looking-directly-at-people-and-using-drones-instead thing which Murderbot usually hides using the opaque helmet, but whenever it doesn't have that people notice it and many react negatively/confused. I think that's a whole neurodivergent-applicable situation in and of itself? Like damn

And then Mensah encourages Murderbot not to wear armor on Preservation station since it would not need it there, Murderbot is hesitant but ends up not wearing any (like 4 books later when we finally get to that bridge) (going for the comfortable clothes it chose for itself instead, with very strong feelings about the whole being able to make choices thing that I cannot go into further at this point because I would absolutely end up BITING SOMETHING OR SOMEONE).

And I'm not going to advocate for unmasking all the time in any setting because hell no, sometimes it absolutely sucks and people are irritated by Murderbot's now visible quirks and are afraid of what they don't know, but many GET TO KNOW Murderbot better and because there are other people that make sure Murderbot is safe and respected and are willing to get people fired for it if they disrespect it (Pin-Lee my beloved) Murderbot can experiment with this situation without being exiled to some abonded part of a planet and other people are forced to spend enough time around ot to learn to respect it and even like it. I just....... It must be so scary and Murderbot is handling so much at once and in this essay I will

PS sorry this is a disorganized mess but so am I and I have so many Thoughts and even more Emotions and so little patience.

[radicalrascals]

@etxrnaleclipse for the Anger/Betrayal RP Starters meme

"Wait until the boss finds out." (Danny to Colmilho)

Eyes as cold as ice, a perpetual storm brewing beneath their steely surface. Ever since Delegado Paulo Almeida had lost his wife to a senseless act of violence, empathy had drained from him, leaving a hardened shell in its place. His life had become a relentless pursuit of justice, or perhaps it was just vengeance running rampant. And tonight, his focus was on the Baltimore Brat; Paulo shoved Danny into the backseat of his rented car, the metallic clink of handcuffs behind the young man's back punctuating the dark silence. Colmilho didn't bother with a seatbelt; as safety was the least of his concerns.

"Oh, he will find out. But that's in the future. So far in the future. Where's your precious boss now, hm? That's right; not here to help you." A scoff. Then Paulo tossed a tote bag over Danny's head, obscuring his vision and disorienting him. "Don't worry. We're not heading to the station," the delegado informed him then, his voice a low, dangerous growl. As he slid into the driver's seat, he could feel the anticipation thrumming in his veins, a twisted symphony of adrenaline and grim satisfaction. He turned the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life with a menacing purr. Colmilho slammed the accelerator, sending the car lurching forward. He manoeuvred through the desolate streets with reckless abandon, accelerating then braking abruptly, weaving through the maze of urban decay with no discernible pattern. The car's erratic movements transformed Danny into a ragdoll, his body slamming against the interior with sickening thuds that were almost musical in their irregularity.

The young man's yelps of pain were drowned out by the smooth, incongruous strains of Bossa Nova that Paulo blasted from the speakers. The cheerful melodies provided a grotesque counterpoint to the chaos inside the car. His knuckles turned white as Colmilho gripped the steering wheel tighter, muscles straining against the centrifugal forces. Each sharp turn, each abrupt stop was a calculated move, designed to break Danny's spirit. And when he finally had enough, Paulo brought the car to an abrupt halt. The sudden stillness was jarring, a stark contrast to the violent motion that preceded it. The delegado stepped out, his boots crunching against the gravel as he yanked the car door open and dragged his victim out.

When he lifted the tote bag from Danny's head, his face was revealed a bloody mess, a testament to the brutality of their little joyride. There was the littlest hint of a fleeting smirk playing around the delegado's lips, not out of joy, but because he knew he had broken through the brat's bravado. The smirk vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a look of grim determination. "Hope you feel a little more chatty now," Paulo said, his voice dripping with menace. In that moment, Colmilho was not a delegado of the Polícia Federal but an avenger, his humanity eroded by the relentless pursuit of a justice that had long since lost its righteousness. "Or we can embark on another fun little joyride. Believe me. I can do this all. night. long."

[figofswords]

the post grad why did i get an art degree what am i even doing what do i want in life where am i going crisis has finally hit i want to. lie down in the dirt. or something

[utilitycaster]

I agree with you that Laura is actually cautious (and sometimes conflict avoidant) though a true formidable player. But I'm curious what chaotic play does mean to you? Is there a line where bold choices crosses over into that? I'm really trying to be mindful as a player myself, to not play it too safe but also not go to the other extreme.

I think that defining "chaos" is probably a task best left to some ancient Greek forum and not me, but I see "chaotic" to be a deeply negative playstyle. You should not ever strive, in D&D or similar games, to be chaotic as a player; you should be collaborative, even if your character is chaotically aligned in an alignment system.

I feel the example I can give is like...there is a long-defunct podcast I really liked called Master Manual, aimed at Dungeon Masters, and they fielded questions about like, players who fully wanted to abandon the quest and become potato farmers or something, and that's the closest I can give you. Honestly that's not even great, in that all the players were allied and seemingly having fun, but as a DM I'd find that chaotic.

To me, a chaotic player is someone who doesn't follow the logic of the table - you are part of a party, you are trying to play the game of D&D which means picking up at least some of what the DM is putting down, and you are working with your fellow players. That doesn't mean you have to play a pleasant character, or follow every plot hook, or never have conflict - you should! But a chaotic player is the kind who is just kind of doing everything they feel like in the moment without any regard to the social consequences of "being an asshole in a game you are playing with your friends."

So: you could make a bold choice and push it too far if it's like, "randomly kill an innocent NPC ally because you thought it would be funny," but I think it's genuinely hard to play chaotic if you have any shred of respect for the other people at the table.

[cyborgcatboys]

-- TAKING A BREAK --

hewwo, im gonna be taking a break from tumblr for the next while.

ive come to realize that im on tumblr wayyyy too much bc of my (newly found) ocd so im leaving for a while to try and deal with it (+ other stuff in the op tags)

i'll be back once im satisfied w/ my progress, but there is a chance i won't be back for months, so if u want to stay in contact send me a DM w ur discord or smthn, i'll check them a couple of times in the next couple days, but after that no tumblr at all.

so yeah, byebyes & i'll see u people later hopefully <3