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i tried to explain what generational trauma is to someone recently and they were like “oh so because something happened historically, you get to have issues about it now?” and no.... that’s not what that is.

when i was in 8th grade, on my class trip to washington dc, we visited the holocaust museum. it’s a wonderful, extensive, informative place, and it’s a beautiful tribute to the victims. as a jewish kid, i knew what the holocaust was. i’d faced antisemetism every day of my life, and will continue to do so. i knew what had happened to my ancestors not too long ago.

but when i stood in that museum. in the recreation of the cattle trains used to move us to the camps. in the recreation of an auschwitz cabin, staring at the map of the camp. when i saw the pile of shoes and jewelry taken from the victims. when i learned how their hair, so very much like mine, was cut for having texture. and how their teeth were pulled for the gold fillings. i had a panic attack.

it was embarrassing, but i was a shitty little 8th grader, and i tried to hide it. but I couldn’t breathe. it was like there was a band around my chest the entire time i was in the museum. i was surrounded by ghosts, by the whispers of emaciated men and trapped women and crying children.

what is generational trauma?

it’s the psychological idea that trauma can be passed down through multiple different ways. trauma can change you significantly, even rewrite neural pathways and physically change how you think. that, paired with the cycle of subconsciously sharing our trauma with our children, as well as mixing with the trauma we learn as we grow, leads to some really rough patches in our relationships with our identites.

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this is a really great 4 minute video from the healing foundation about the trauma carried by aboriginal people in Australia. tw for some really heavy topics, but all presented in a relaxed and serious environment.

what do we do?

well, honestly, i don’t know. it’s not like we’re gonna stop sharing our stories with our descendants, nor our histories. we can’t get rid of things related to our identities that give us our own trauma, the bigotry we face unfortunately isn’t going anywhere.

but being aware of your generational trauma is a good step. it’s not just being “sad” or “sensitive” to history. it’s our history still affecting us today. when your indigenous friends are made upset by discussions of colonization, when your black friends feel the weight of a millenia of racism placed on their shoulders, when your gay friends ask you to please stop using that word, when your trans friends see another historical figure deadnamed and misgendered, when your jewish friends can’t talk about the Shoah without their voices breaking.

so why the fuck are you lecturing us?

our murdered ancestors live on in us, in our eyes, our hearts. we are reminded of them constantly, made painfully aware of who we are and how many people hate us.

we were not supposed to survive, and if most of the world had their way, we wouldn’t have. (no, the allies were not heroes of wwii, you turned us away at your borders and continue to let us die from nazis today. if america had had the option, they wouldn’t have given a shit about jewish victims, but that’s a whole other essay i could write)

it’s time to start acknowledging the past, acknowledging your generational trauma and the trauma of those around you. i’m not making up an excuse to “have issues”. at the time i’m writing this, october 2020, i’m 17. i have felt this weight my entire life, and i will continue to shoulder it, as will everyone else.

my point is, maybe we can shoulder that weight together. maybe then it won’t weigh us down as badly. we have solidarity, and we are tough, and resilient, and strong, and beautiful. your generational trauma is something to be aware of, but not ashamed of. we can do this—change the world for the better. we can break the cycle so our descendants don’t feel as we do.

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Just saw your post and I thought it would be quite fun to see your writing! Can i have Ranpo× S/O who loves to read...? Its ok if you dont want to-

Hey love! Of course I want to. I just wasn‘t sure if you wanted some headcons or a oneshot so I wrote a oneshot. If you meant headcons, feel free to request them again, I‘d love to write them! I tried to make it a little bit fluffy c:

I really gave my best, hope you enjoy it! ❤️

WARNIGS: SHORT MENTION OF NIGHTMARES, ANGST IF YOU SQUINT

Ranpo with a S/O who loves to read

Ranpo Edogawa was by far the greatest Detective in all of Japan. - The whole world even, if you asked him. He was one of the most clever men you‘ll ever meet, solving even the most demanding cases like it was nothing, astonishing both the public and the police in Yokohama with his infamous skills. His coworkers both loved and respected him, like they should, because they received the biggest part of their income from the cases he worked on, not even needing a partner for most of them. His deducting ability was unmatched, one look from his sharp green eyes behind his characteristic glasses was enough to unravel even the deepest and darkest secrets of the person standing in front of him.

Ranpo also couldn’t stand a lot of things. Like, when a new police officer underestimated his deduction skills. I mean, how dare they? Or the one time he ran out of candy. Now, that really was a nightmare. (Not only for him, but also for his colleagues, who had to deal with him on that dreadful day)

Another thing he hated with a burning passion, was having to rely on public transportation. Train schedules? Hell no.

But the one thing that really got on his nerves- that he couldn‘t live with for the love of god - (Or Arahabiki, if you want) is-

„Not now Ranpo, I really want to finish this book.“

Yeah, that.

Having to share your attention. That was just plain awful and cruel towards him. „But Y/N, come ooon, you‘ve already said that the last few times I‘ve asked you!“

Don‘t get him wrong, he loved your (not so) little obsession with books.

You, reading to him at night to calm his nerves, when the thoughts about his past and the death of his parents just got too fucking much and threatened to overwhelm his mind- it never failed to scare away his demons.

What got him even through the shittiest of days was the thought of coming home and cuddling up to you in the living room of your shared apartment, while you would read stories to him, about adventurers seeking long lost treasures; tales about mythical creatures like dragons and elves; Detectives, almost as clever as himself. He didn‘t really care, as long as it was you who read them to him. You could even read a goddamn phonebook to him, and he would still lay there, listening, while your soft voice lulled him to sleep.

It didn‘t matter to you what kind of book you were reading, as long as the writing was good and the story catched your attention. Your reading obsession also has helped you with your work at the agency on more than one occasion, learning different facts and stuff about almost every genre you could get your hands on.

That was just one of the many things he loved about you. You also were clever. Maybe not as clever as him, but while he cracked cases within the bat of an eye, you always came and picked him up at the train station, when he got off on the wrong stop again - Jesus, Ranpo that was the third time this week-

Not even once had you told him that you had no time, or simply didn‘t want to, because he was a grown man and he could- he should be able to come home by himself. You always were there for him, not once asking for something in return.

What he also loved was your shared apartment. It wasn‘t big, or expensive - you both couldn‘t afford that, never even wanted to - but it was enough.

Your whole apartment looked like a small library, shelves filled with books of all shapes and sizes almost reaching up to the ceiling. Plants in every corner, flowers of different colours, or just plain green dragon trees. Ranpo loved it. It was just so cozy, so warm and inviting, it was so you.

But when you‘ve found a book that really caught your attention, there was nothing that could bring you to stop reading it. Not even an angry Kunikida - and that spoke for itself. So when Ranpo saw how engrossed you were in the newest part of your collection, he feared the worst, and his mind quickly began to form a plan on how he could at least catch a bit of your attention. He went into the bedroom, grabbed a thick blanket and some cookies from his secret stash inside the sock drawer (they didn‘t call him greatest detective for nothing) and made his way back to you into the living room. He found you still sitting in the same place, not having moved an inch. Did you even realise he was here before? Ranpo really wasn‘t a fan of having to share your attention.

He also was a little shit. „What are you doing?“ Ranpo looked up from your lap, where he had placed himself and began to get comfortable. „Getting my S/O back.“ You couldn‘t hold back the small smile that stole itself on your lips at your boyfriend's antics. „Oh come on, don‘t be so dramatic!“ „I‘m not dramatic, it‘s true and you know it!“ He shifted again, not having found quite the right place to settle himself yet. You decided to have mercy on him. „Come here you drama baby.“ The book was placed on the coffee table next to you while you slided a bit farther down on the couch and stretched out your legs. That way he could settle himself in between them, comfortably laying his head on your chest. He let out a content sigh. „That‘s much better.“ You only hummed in response and began to comp your fingers through his messy mop of black hair. If he were a cat, he‘d probably purr. „Read to me, Y/N.“ „Always so demanding...“ But how could you deny him something, while he looked so freaking adorable, with his pouting lips and narrowed eyes? His sharp green orbs followed your every move, while you picked up your book again and began to read it to him.

You couldn‘t really tell at what point he had fallen asleep, but when you decided to take a small pause to rest your eyes a bit, the first thing you noticed were the faint snores that left his slightly parted lips. How cute. You couldn't help yourself, so you bent down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. You closed your book, carefully put it back on the coffee table to not disturb him by moving to much, adjusted the blanket so that both of you were covered by it and decided to join his small nap.

And while you both laid there, wraped up in each others warmth, there was only one thing to describe how you both felt in that moment: absolutly content.

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Why do the characters in my stories always tend to fall asleep at the end? Easy. Bcs sleep is bae.

#ranpo x reader #ranpo edogawa #edogawa ranpo #bungou stray dogs #bsd imagines #bsd #bsd x reader #reader insert #reading #bsd ranpo #imagine #bungo stray dogs imagines

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sins-over-tragedy · 4 years ago

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Luvly c:

#naruto #drawing #kakashi hatake

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Taking requests!

Hey guys, I‘ve decided to practice my english and writing skills by writing some oneshots, headcons, or short drabbles for the following fandoms and characters:

Bungou Stray Dogs:

Chuuya Nakahara

Dazai Osamu

Ranpo Edogawa

Atsushi Nakajima

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

One Piece:

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Roronoa Zoro

Portgas D. Ace

Eustass Kid

Marco the Phoenix

X Drake

My Hero Academia:

Bakugou Katsuki

Kirishima Eijirou

Todoroki Shouto

Hitoshi Shinsou

Kaminari Denki

Hawks

Rumi Usagiyama

Shota Aizawa

Naruto:

Kakashi Hatake

Itachi Uchiha

Sasuke Uchiha

Gaara

Kankuro

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sins-over-tragedy · 4 years ago

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The one time Ida tried to cook for them...

WARNINGS: SWEARING, MENTION OF VIOLENECE, LACK OF COOKING SKILLS

Hey there! I decided to share some oneshots about Chuuya Nakahara and my OC Ida! I‘ve planned out a longer story about those two that I want to share with you one day, but until I have enough time (and confidence) to do that, I decided to share some short stories and oneshots. Not only for Bungou Stray Dogs, I also want to write for some other fandoms. As some sort of practice before I dare to start a bigger FF. Feel free to send me requests, I will post a list of the fandoms and characters I‘ll write for soon. By the way, english is only my second language, my first is german, so if you notice any mistakes, please share them with me, so I can get better. I‘d love to take critisism, aslong as you are polite! :) But for now, ENJOY!

Look, making an omelette wasn‘t that EASY. At least for Ida, it wasn‘t.

Leaning over the stove, pure concentration written all over her face, she did everything in her power to save her oh so lovely prepared dish. Or at least what was left of it to save. Everytime a splash of oil flew out of the frying pan and landed on her forearms (or face, yeah, she was THAT lucky) a curse left her mouth. „God fucking dammit, why did I even think that this was a good idea?!“ See, it wasn‘t one to begin with. Cooking really wasn‘t her strong suit. But with Chuuya out of the house, that only left herself and Oscar to prepare a meal for dinner. Well, the latter was out of option, seeing as he was content with licking tuna off a plate on the floor, that she had placed in front of him. That and maybe the fact that he was a cat. At least he would not be going to bed hungry tonight. Or would have to order takeout from the restaurant around the corner. Again.

And while she tried to call the restaurant, only to be informed that today was their rest-day, she couldn't help but think about the incident that left her homeless and made her the involuntarily roommate of the infamous Port Mafia Executive Chuuya Nakahara. Or, as she liked to call him, Tinkerbell in red.

Two weeks ago, when some mercenaries decided to blow up her fucking apartment, it was sheer luck that she and Oscar weren’t blown to pieces. Lucky for her, she was attending an appointment at the vet, to give Oscar his regular vaccine. So, after she came home to her destroyed apartment and immideatly called half of the Port Mafia (to her defense, she was in SHOCK), like the good samaritan he was, Chuuya took pity on his coworker and her pet and let them stay at his apartment, until hers was rebuilt and the threat dealt with. Well, maybe Chuuya also didn‘t like the idea of having to do all the paperwork of the last few weeks by himself, should something tragic happen to his coworker. Like, maybe, getting blown to pieces in her own apartment. Or being shot dead on the open streat. These criminals really were getting less and less creative these days. What a shame.

Living with Chuuya wasn‘t easy. Both of them were used to living alone, where they could do whatever they felt like doing, without constantly disturbing each other. He liked to have it peaceful and quiet. That on the other hand didn‘t sit well with his coworker. She hated silence and always tried to fill it with some talking or music. That reagulary ended in a shouting match between the two hotheads. The only time the two didn‘t argue or bicker, was when they both sat in the living room reading, or when Chuuya was out on a mission. The fact that she couldn‘t take part in them and was on compulsory leave (yes she KNEW that it was for her own sake, but STILL) did nothing to improve her sour mood. And now she even failed at making a stupid omelette. She was SO close to begging Mori to let her go back to work. At least some small missions. Maybe if she wore a pair of sunglasses and a baseball cap they wouldn‘t recognise her. It seemed to work for everyone in the MARVEL movies. But she doubted that Mori would take the risk of losing one of his executives just because she was bored.

But the longer she had to stay inside, the worse her temper got. Not one day would go by, without both of them constantly being at each other's throat. Today was no exception. Chuuya was constantly on edge, having to do all the work she couldn’t at the moment. He hated to admit it, but having her as a partner really helped with his workload. Now that she was not there, he noticed how much they really relied on each other during their missions and everyday work at the Mafia.

She couldn‘t even remember what todays argument was about. Probably something stupid. Like who forgot to take the trash out, or that Oscar had knocked over one of his precious wine bottles. Whatever it was, it ended in both of them screaming at each other. Their neighbours thought they needed a therapy session. Idas best friend thought some good make-up sex would do the trick.

When Chuuya let her know that he would attend another mission today and wouldn‘t be back before evening, before slamming the door shut behind him and storming out of the building, she decided to make dinner for them both. As some sort of apology. Even if it didn’t seem like it, he really was thankful that he let her stay at his place and felt sorry for constantly bitching at him. She would never admit that, of course. Only over her dead, cold body. Scrap that, not even then. Her pride just wouldn‘t let her.

So, to prove that she WAS able to make some omelette without burning down the whole kitchen, she started over again. And this time, she actually managed to produce something edible. She placed Chuuyas portion on a plate, put a plastic cover over it, to protect it from her greedy cat and left it for him to find at the kitchen table. She even went as far as placing the dirty dishes in the sink instead of just leaving them. Her mother would be proud. At least she thought so, Ida had never met her mother. But weren‘t all of them the same when it came to dirty dishes?

She took her own plate with her to the living room, turned on the TV and threw herself on the couch. It didn‘t take long before Oscar decided to join her. He purred contently while curling up beside her feet. Her eyes were fixed on the screen while zapping through the channels. Nothing really caught her attention, until she spotted a familiar mop of black hair at the late night news channel.

„And again, it was only because of the help of the Detective Agency that the missing girl could be brought back home safe to her family.“ The brunette Newsreporter turned to the side and held her microphone to the man standing next to her. „So Detective Ranpo, could you tell us…“ A small smile stole itself on Idas lips while she watched Ranpo give a detailed explanation of how exactly he deducted where they would find the girl. While he lost himself in his self praise, Idas eyelids became heavier with each word of the self proclaimed world's best detective. It wasn‘t long before she fell asleep.

She was suddenly ripped out of her slumber, when she heard someone unlocking the front door. All her senses instantly went on high alert. It took her a second to remember that it could only be Chuuya, except killers prefered making a polite entrance nowadays.

„I‘m home.“ Came the short greeting from the entrance. Nah just Chuuya.

He seemed to still be in a sour mood. „Going to beed- WHY THE FUCK DOES MY KITCHEN SMELL LIKE YOU BURNED SOMETHING- oh you made dinner.“ Well that was a rollercoaster. „No shit Sherlock.“ He let his eyes wander over the kitchen counter and was surprised when he found everything in one piece. Ida was shit at cooking and hated it with a passion, that much he knew. So why did she… oh. „Look, I didn‘t mean to yell at you today, I was just stressed out because of the shitload of work i have to do and you just…“

They both really were shit at apologies.

„Just shut up and eat your goddamn food, I didn‘t slave over that stove for nothing.“ He opened his mouth to give an equally aggressive response, but decided against it and shut it again. Ida taking the first step to solve an argument bordered on a miracle. Even if it was in her own weird way. Plus, the mission was a nightmare and he wanted nothing more than just take off his coat and shoes, eat something and throw himself on the couch. So he did just that. With his plate in his lap he joined her and Oscar on the couch, stretching himself out on the other side.

The pair laid there, feet pointing at each others head, the empty plates laying ontop

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