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So, it’s the last day of 2022 huh? This year has been somewhat amazing and somewhat horrible. But also, this year went but so fucking fast like wtf. I still remember in the beginning of April, my sister and I were going somewhere and the wind was brutally attacking us. It was embarrassing but also funny. Also, I remember I went to an Arcade in February for my birthday so that was great.

I also remember in the end of September, my other friends decided to kick me out of their friend group but we don’t talk abt that 💀. I also remember in early December this year, my teacher died. r.i.p 🕊🕊🕊

But when I think abt it, for me, the pros outweigh the cons. I just pray that in 2023, everyone will be happier, healthier, and safer.

Happy new years eve?? If that’s even a thing ♥️

reblog this and put in the tags your birthday and how you’ll celebrate

do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

BlazBlue + Tumblr text posts, part 17

a little something to celebrate BlazBlue: Chronophantasma Extend getting released in the US today

(get it so I can play online with y’all)

Okay so, I'd comment this on the fic itself but I'm a bit to anxious to enjoy being percieved, so I'll do this instead

Your fic(s?) The Stars Claim Them?

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. I. AM SO NORMAL. ABOUT THIS. I only just started work 3 so shh no spoilers yet but. Like. Oh. Oh my fucking god.

Genuinely, in all my years reading fanfiction, I have only read 1 other fic that even gets CLOSE to this level of quality. This fic EASILY ties with that one for my favorite fanfiction that I have EVER read. Hell, it's among my favorite ANY literary work that I have ever read.

See, this may just be the AuDHD special interest/hyperfixation talking, but the way in which you did the crossover(s) is. Phenomenal. Genuinely screamed at the Night Vale reference and chapters, my partner can vouch for this, we were on call.

Speaking of which, I don't think I've been able to shut up about this fic for a single day ever since I started reading. I talk to my friends who know Mechs/TMA/Night Vale, AND to my friends who DONT know the original materials, because I CANNOT STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS FIC. ITS. Damn.

I'd say I'm speechless but that's. Very clearly not the case-

I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself when this fic ends- The brainrot is brainrotting

Keep it up 💜

I've been letting this sit in my inbox for the last day because I just kept peeking in and smiling at it.

Thank you so much <3 I hope you continue to enjoy the story!! There's some fun stuff ahead. . .

as someone who is on the asexual spectrum and relates to tori more than any other fictional character EVER, I am so so upset that they didnt have her come out on the ferris wheel

I was so excited for that scene. I was literally crying in preparation. I was gonna use that scene to try and come out to my sister. and don’t get me wrong, I still LOVE the scene. but cutting out the part where she comes out to charlie is a deep cut that hurts and I don’t know how they’re going to mend it.

to me, it doesn’t matter that isaac gave her a “look” so we should just know that she’s ace. it’s so important to see asexual people in romantic relationships, just how we saw isaac struggling with his sexuality and his platonic relationships.

not only that, but it feels like that just enforces that tori is only there for charlie and isn’t her own person, which is EXACTLY what she talks about on the ferris wheel!! I just can’t believe they would cut something like that

Looks fun!

Tagging: @maskedsailorsenshi @mystical-blues @mysticalmythclown @foxturtle16 @tattletailsblog @maskedwerido @ace-of-chaotic-spades

Pincrew time!

tagging anyone who wants to join.

A lot of the time when professionals interact with psychotic people, they try to reduce our distress by getting us to stop believing things. For me, that only made things worse. It was confusing and distressing. I felt angry, scared, and misunderstood. The best way I've found to cope with delusional thinking is something I discovered on my own. I'll give an example here so, huge TW for unreality and paranoia.

Scroll away if you're not able to hear delusional thinking.

Yesterday I started freaking out thinking people could hear my thoughts. This is something I've occasionally experienced since I was a child. When this comes up, I always think there's some massive conspiracy, where everyone can hear my thoughts but they react to me as if they don't hear anything. And they're all in on it. This time, it was triggered by intrusive thoughts that I started judging myself for.

As you can imagine, this is distressing. I started talking to people through my mind, which only made it worse. I couldn't focus on what was happening around me. What I did to reduce that distress is.. weirdly nonchalant. I just sat there and thought "Well, if this is true, it's not like they're going to change how they interact with me. Everything is the same as it was. Nothing I can do about it, might as well just keep on keeping on."

That calmed me down enough to start focusing on what I was doing, and eventually completely forget about it until now. Whenever I try to treat my delusional thinking as something I have to stop immediately... it literally only makes my mind double down. But if I work within what I believe - what I "know" - I can find another way to look at it that isn't so scary.

This works with my hallucinations, too. I sometimes see shadow people; they're more like jump scares than anything. They startle me, and I start to wonder if people I'm looking at are real. But that latter part only really happens if I get fearful of them. To avoid that fear, I try to think of the shadow people as just friends watching over me, checking in. They don't do anything, after all. They just pop up, stand there, and disappear.

(Talk of unreality ends here)

So, yeah. This doesn't work for everyone, and it doesn't always work for me depending on what I'm experiencing/how I'm feeling. But without this, I'd be far worse off; it doesn't take too many missteps for me to spiral. I guess my point is, my reality doesn't have to be "normal" for me to be healthy as a schizophrenic person. It just has to be something I can live with, as happily and safely as possible.

And that's ok. Neurodivergent people are allowed to exist, and some people are helped best by finding ways for them to exist as they are without so much distress - rather than trying to eliminate troubling symptoms entirely.

i love you air dried hair i love you no makeup i love you comfortable clothes made out of soft fabrics i love you short nails

Hey; your papyrus mood board…. That’s not entirely- accurate

He is also really intelligent and impressive engineer. He may act childish at times but he does plan out his actions incredibly well to have the right outcome.

The bedtime stories are not a weakness but an attempt to keep nightmares away, the car bed- well name any man in their 20s who wouldn’t want that; and just likes collecting figurines. He has a childlike mind, but is not a kid or childish

Hey friend, thank you for your input! I agree that he is very much a grown man and not at all live I've depicted him canonically. I should have been more clear with my post :3

My mood boards are almost always regression themed, meaning that they are sort of a 'what if?' sorta deal. There are countless resources going in-depth into age regression and the different variants and types but the main point is: regressing to a younger mindset as a coping skill.

My mood boards are what if 'character' regressed?? What toys would they like? Would they enjoy pacifiers or teethers? What items would help them feel small and safe and comfortable?

In a way, it's kinda like creating an AU, I'm never meaning to create discourse with my boards or offend anyone who likes non regression content better. I'm just having fun with the silly little guys that take residency in my mind. If that's not for you, feel free to block me <3

Me: if I were a cat what type would I be?

Someone on uquiz: ....uhm, here.

On Valentine's Day

naming my cat Valentine was one of the best decisions I've ever made

because today is her birthday and she's a cat so every day is good so Valentine's day is always good. And I always have a Valentine.

so stop pitying yourself and just be happy for my cat okay

Title: A Haunting.

Pairing: Yandere!Bruce Wayne x Reader (DC).

Word Count: 1.2k.

TW: Implied Stalking, Nonconsensual Touching, and Obsessive Behavior.

It was following you again.

A flickering shadow, skirting along the edges of rooftops and the wired frames of fire escapes, constantly slipping in and out of the corner of your vision. You’d seen it last night, too, falling from your balcony when you finally managed to tear yourself away from your laptop, and the night before that, on your way to grab something from the only corner store that was still open by the time you could force yourself to leave your apartment. You thought you’d be able to make it home uninterrupted tonight, but you weren’t sure why. It wasn’t like Gotham had ever been a particularly kind place to the people who just wanted to survive.

You caught something shifting in your peripheral, but kept yourself from snapping in its direction. It was better not to pay attention, to keep your eyes down and your hood pulled up and focus on getting home, into the relative safe-space that was your shitty apartment in your shitty building in your shitty neighborhood. It was better to concentrate on cutting corners than the two, identical pinpricks burying themselves in the nape of your neck. It was better to breathe, to try to keep a hold on your own pulse rather than pay any attention to the steady, muted footsteps trailing behind you. It was better to—

You cut into a narrow alleyway, took a few steps, and immediately ran into a dead-end.

Fuck.

You took a wrong turn.

The footsteps were closer, now, on cement rather than hollow steel. You spun on your heels, pressing your back into the brick wall that’d smothered your escape route, but that only managed to make you feel smaller, more cornered as you tried to make out any features of the dark, looming shape slowly approaching you. You tried to remember which villains were active in this area, if there was a curfew that you’d chosen to ignore, but your thoughts went blank as the dim light flowing in from the main street caught on the silver of brass knuckles and serrated throwing knives, as a pitch-black cape slid off of a shoulder too stiff not to be armored, and…

You let out a breath of a laugh. “Oh my god,” You mumbled, shaking your head. Batman, as odd as it felt to refer to him as that, didn’t seem perturbed, only coming to a stop in front of you. “You scared the hell out of me, Batman, sir. I wouldn’t have been so freaked out if I knew it was you.”

“I… apologize for that.” You’d never heard him speak, before. His voice was raspier than you thought it’d be – a lot deeper, too. Compared to the other local vigilantes you’d run into (particularly, Nightwing’s hyper-cheeriness or Orphan’s total silence), it wasn’t completely unpleasant. “I didn’t—” He seemed to interrupt himself, to trip over his words. If you didn’t know better, you might’ve called him nervous. “I’ve seen you walking alone, before. I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“Is anything safe in Gotham?” You laughed. He didn’t. Rubbing the back of your neck, you forced yourself to shut your mouth, swallow your humiliation, and go on in a way that wouldn't embarrass you in front of the city's greatest protector. “I know, I know, I shouldn’t do anything to add to your workload. My boss is sort of a sadist, though. Believe it or not, this was the earliest I could get out.”

He didn’t respond to that, not immediately. He scanned over you, instead, his eyes drifting from your face to your wrinkled post-shift hoodie and back again. He raised his hand, and you kept yourself from pulling away as gloved fingertips ghosted over your jaw. You’d almost forgotten about the small bandage plastered over your eye until he brushed against it – a result of a short-lived bar fight that’d gotten out of hand while you were behind the counter. It’d stopped bleeding in a few seconds, but better safe than sorry, right?

“Oh, that’s nothing you have to worry about.” You tried to smile, to shrug, but he was already cupping your face, tilting your head to the side with more force than he seemed to realize he was using. It was obviously a reflex; one he’d probably earned from years of protecting injured civilians. Your personal space, and the bruise his grip would leave on your jaw, were insignificant, in comparison. “Just a minor incident at work. It’s not a big deal, I promise.”

For whatever reason, that didn’t seem to satisfy him. “You should be more careful. A dive bar with a reputation like that isn’t a good place to spend your time.”

…huh.

You were starting to think he might’ve been better as a shadow.

“I don’t remember—”

“You should move, too.” You were really, really starting to prefer his shadow. “Your neighbor, three doors to the left – you know he’s wanted for arson in another city, don’t you? It’s dangerous for you to be so close to such an unstable person.”

It occurred to you, for possibly the first time since he’d initially shown himself, that you were in a dark alley, in the middle of the night, totally unarmed and totally trapped by a man who seemed to know you better than you knew him. You tried to remind yourself that it wasn’t just any man – it was Batman, but that name brought you less reassurance than it had, a few minutes ago.

“Uh, Batman, sir,” You started, suddenly struggling just to spit something out. “I… I really think I should be getting home.”

If you didn’t know better, you would’ve said he was smiling. “Of course. I’ll take you back to your apartment.” And then, after a short pause. “To make sure you don’t get hurt, again.”

His hand dropped from your cheek to your wrist. He began to pull you forward, but you dug your heels into the cement, jerking yourself out of his hold. His reaction was immediate, instinctual – a sharpened glare, a deepened scowl, only fazed by your clumsy attempts to stumble around him, to back towards the main road without letting your stiff grin falter. “I’m alright, I—” You cut yourself off, biting down on the side of your tongue. “I just don’t think that’d be such a good idea.”

He took a step towards you. You took one back. “So, you don’t want a superhero escort?”

“It’s late, and I—”

“You’re willingly putting yourself in danger.” You spared a glance over your shoulder. “You asking me to let you put yourself in harm’s—”

“Please.” You shrunk into yourself, shutting your eyes. “Please, sir, I just want to go home.”

You felt his gaze burning into you, for a few seconds.

But, when you found the courage to open your eyes again, he was gone.

His absence might’ve been more comforting, if you hadn’t still been able to see that little, flickering shadow in the corner of your eye.

I literally finished it + turned it in class. I feel like god.

Finishing a cover letter assignment for school the night before it’s due <<<<

there was a fucking bomb threat at my school today 💀

Glad I can see this again! It’s still so wonderful~

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Sometimes I remember I might have mdd just because I'll be doing something and just go into my imagination and be completely removed from everything until I realize (either because I just remember I'm doing something or someone's calling for me)

And I have to remember that not everyone dose that

Iv like lost hours cuz I was wrapped up in my head, but I'm never really wanting to get diagnosed or anything cuz *shrugs*