#*important introspection

[gailynovelry]

I don’t like getting intense over petty things, but why are people calling large paragraphs “bad formatting” now. It’s just formatting. Sometimes, a larger paragraph serves its text well, and sometimes it doesn’t, and there is a LOT more that goes into making a text block readable than length alone.

Please please please fucking please stop inventing all-encompassing arbitrary rules about what features define “good” art and “bad” art.

[marzipanandminutiae]

Average historian denies all gay relationships statistic false!

No-Lesbians Ruth Franklin, who lives in an archive and denies any possible sapphic interpretation of Shirley Jackson’s work 50 times a day, is an outlier adn should not be counted

[genderkoolaid]

i think the problem that arises with "x desire comes from internalized oppression" stuff is not that it suggests we should be critical with our desired and how they are constructed. it's that some people have already decided the correct answer to that introspection. so if you Really questioned your own oppression you would know that Enjoying Sex Work Is Bad! and if you haven't come to that conclusion than you are still brainwashed. it is vital that we respect a person's ability to introspect on their desires and come to a different conclusion about them as an individual. & frankly choice feminism is still choice feminism when the focus is on Rejecting Everything Patriarchal instead of eyeliner so sharp it could kill a man.

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Still very wild to me when people try to gotcha Jason with the whole "if you can kill other people for being evil why can't they kill you" when jason is like. One of the most passively suicidal characters I've ever seen. What if man

[winterisol]

im in the trees, im in the breeze (1/?)

Rosquez Future Reconciliation Fic (2028-TBD)

Part Two. || Part Three.

Word Count: 1.9k words Warning(s): Description of motorcycle crash, tones of mistreatment

Valentino feels like he's being haunted by Marc Marquez, like as a cruel joke, as some sort of punishment from the gods no matter how hard he tries, Valentino can never escape Marc. Every corner he takes, every person he meets, Valentino is never free from the reminders. The reminders of his failures, of the worst moments of his life.

The sound of engines roaring filled Valentino’s ears, the screech of new tires echoing across every garage. The scent of gasoline and burning rubber, the sight of a buzzing paddock, it was a place all too familiar.

People often described racing as an addiction, the rush of riding at 300 KmpH, the highs of adrenaline after every win, and all the glamour that came with it. If you asked Valentino if he agreed with this statement, ten or even five years ago he would have said yes, saying that racing was like a drug to him. A want so strong it felt like a need.

But now, perhaps because he is older, racing didn’t feel like an addiction, no it was his home. 

Even after MotoGP, Valentino craved a piece of this familiarity, which WEC filled gracefully. However, just like his time in MotoGP, all good things come to an end. And Valentino was not getting any younger, he achieved enough, winning Le Mans 2026 and 2027. So just like MotoGP he hung up the leathers, bidding farewell to another chapter in his life.

Now he spent his time working on his one true passion. The VR46 Academy.

Currently he stood in the VR46 garage, staring down the timing table. Headphones covering his ears, eyes trailed a VR46 team bike, a number 49 currently displayed on the screen.

Diggia was a strong P3, the chequered flag waving as the garage around Valentino erupted into cheers. But he found his eyes wandering glued to the screen as it changed scenes, drawn back to a familiar number, its bold font and bright red colour almost taunting him.

93. Currently parading around the circuit in his usual P1 with Fermin Aldeguer a far P2. Distantly Valentino thought of Pecco who had fallen all the way down in tenth after an issue on the start. He wondered if Pecco felt bitter as his teammate celebrated, if Pecco kept thinking of what could have been if not for the issue.

Pecco’s teammate took to the new Ducati like a fish to water. In 2025 it was close, but Pecco was more consistent, more confident, and more experienced, at least in Ducati. 

2026 is when his teammate truly took off, having a stunning run of form at the end of the season, winning four races and five sprints, safely ensuring the title in Valencia. And then there was last year, a truly close battle between the two titans of Ducati. Pecco just about taking the title after an unfortunate incident in Valencia, another rider crashing into Pecco’s teammate in corner one, soundly ending his chance at the championship. 

And now, Pecco’s teammate was once again ahead in the championship, a dominant weekend at Sachsenring in contrast to Pecco’s crash in the sprint, a rare mistake from the five time MotoGP champion.

Since the beginning of the season there were the whispers, whispers of Marc Marquez, the youngest MotoGP champion, the new alien, babychamp, whispers of how he would finally surpass Valentino Rossi. How Marquez would finally get the tenth world championship, eight in the premier class, two from below.

But it wasn’t until this weekend, at the end of the race during the post-race press conference someone asked Marquez. 

“Marc, congrats on another victory this season, as we enter our summer break you must be thinking about how if you are able to continue this run of former you’ll surpass Valentino Rossi. Have you spoken to him about this?” The journalist asked.

Valentino pretended not to listen. Even if he was

“Ah, he was my idol growing up, but I do not care about that. Sure of course, it’s nice to have these numbers, but that’s not my goal, or even focus. I’m riding to enjoy winning with a team that has given me a great bike. And, uh no I see no reason to speak to him over something like that.” Marc responded. His face with his typical PR smile and tone of voice all too casual.

 The last part dug a nail into Valentino’s chest, a dull pain as every word processed in his head. Marc was careful with his words, but no matter how vague it was more than clear what Marc Marquez was trying to say.

Marc did not care about Valentino.

-

Valentino came to the next race. 

He had no original plans of being in Austria. No important team events, no big meetings, not even a sponsor to appease. No. Valentino came just to watch the race, or at least that's what he told Pecco when the other man found Valentino standing in his garage wearing a casual grey hoodie and jeans, not a single neon 46 logo in sight.

Valentino tried his hardest to focus on Pecco who was comfortably in P1, noting each lap time and sectors, logging each corner Pecco was still losing time. If his eyes also wandered a little bit more to the left towards the other side of the garage, it was nothing more than coincidence that the garage happened to have a large 93 written on its walls.

Following the end of qualifying Valentino found himself wandering around the paddock. By this time most people went to watch the Moto2 qualifying taking place, leaving the paddock relatively empty. 

Before slipping between the motorhomes and towards his own, he paused to tie his shoes. Looking up, a sense of déjà vu hit him, and there he was, standing in front of the Marquez brothers’ motorhome, inside the sound of a familiar, boisterous laugh bleeding out from its thin walls. Marc has always been a creature of habit

It took everything in his rational brain to quickly pivot away, deciding that he was better off going to his own motorhome, safe from any stupid thoughts. Like talking to Marc Marquez.

Entering his motorhome, he flopped on to his couch, staring at the mini kitchen, letting himself indulge in memories that he usually represses.

Laughter. Warm arms around his waist. Sat on the floor, a warm back pressed into his chest. Smell of xocolata desfeta filling the small space. A warm hand on his cheek, bringing his face closer until-

“Vale, are you going to watch the sprint?” A voice says, breaking the memories away.

“Oh, Celin, why are you here?” Valentino awkwardly stumbles, flustered by the younger boy’s presence.

“I’m going to hope you didn’t mean it in that way. I’m here because I left my airpods.” Celestino snarks back, pointedly grabbing the airpods from his kitchen counter and making his way out of the motorhome.

“Celin, you know I didn’t mean it in that way-” Valentino began.

“It's fine, you probably didn’t know this but I am a rider for KTM Tech3, I tend to show up for something called races.” Celestino cut off, spinning on his heel and marched off, presumably to his garage.

Dropping his head into his hands Valentino sighed. Just another one of his many headaches which has only gotten worse in the past few years has been Celestino. 

When he was younger he was the baby of the academy, the only person who could connect and control the chaos that was Marco Bezzecchi. He had always had an attitude, but Valentino always had a soft spot of the young spitfire.

So when Celestino began to struggle in Moto2 if it wasn’t for Valentino’s soft spot, Celestino would  have probably never made it to the top class.

But he did it, and to his own merit Celestino did it on his own. Finally making it into MotoGP in 2026, the kid did well, even with all the talk about how he was too old to be a rookie. 

Silently Valentino agreed with the criticism, himself shocked by KTM decision to replace Viñales with Celin but he was never going to admit that outloud. 

But their relationship would only take a turn for the worse as Celestino enter MotoGP. Perhaps it was the younger rider’s desire to prove himself to Valentino when all Valentino wanted was for the kid to be safe and happy. Or perhaps it was something more.

Franky said Celestino acts this way because Valentino never let him grow up. Mig thinks it's just in Celestino’s nature to be a little bitch. Bezz doesn’t see a problem with it, saying it's the “fun” part of Celestino’s personality. While Pecco only shook his head disapprovingly, telling Valentino to fix whatever went wrong in their relationship. And Luca, stared Valentino down with a knowing glare.

The truth is probably a mix of all of the above. But Luca’s look is something deeper, a haunting stare that sometimes appears in Valentino’s nightmare. Piercing blue eyes that know too much.

Truthfully Valentino and Celestino relationship took a turn for the worse because Celestino befriended a little Spanish bastard named Marc Marquez.

Unlike Marco, Pecco or even Franky, Celestino never idolised Valentino, of course he respected him, but never had a god worshipping phase like all the others. Perhaps it was because he knew Valentino at such a young age, and could see through the facade.

So when Celestino came bouncing back from a RedBull sponsorship event, eyes glowing as he recounted how great Marc Marquez was, Valentino couldn't help but feel jealous. Soon the random sponsorship event turned into Marc inviting Celestino out to a dirt bike track in Spain, and suddenly Celestino looked at Marc like he hung the stars. Just like Marc used to do to him.

The worst part was that Valentino could see parts of Marc in how Celestino acted. And this scared Valentino more than he is willing to admit.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Valentino exited his motorhome and returned towards the Ducati garage, slipping into Pecco’s garage just before the warm-up laps began.

Pecco was on pole, but Marc was a close second with a stroke of luck dragging both Aprillias up to third and fourth. Behind them was Pedro Acosta in the factory KTM and next to him in the final slot of the second row was Celestino.

Like always Valentino watched the lights carefully, hands flexed as if he was out there on the grid about to make the start. And then the lights went out.

It was Marco who would get the start wrong. His bike going sideways, front tires folding right on the start line as Marco tried to release the throttle. But he was nothing more than a passenger as his bike careened towards Celestino. 

Everything else felt like slow motion,  Celestino’s rear wheel being clipped by the sliding Aprilla, before the bike let go completely, throwing the younger rider into the air. 

Marco was already thrown off his bike, safely sliding on his back, probably leaving this incident with nothing more than a big bruise on his ribs and an even larger bruised ego. Celestino however dove left first, his left shoulder taking the brute of the force as he seemed to bounce along the tarmac, as if he was made of nothing more than rubber, rather than flesh and bone.

Valentino held his breath, fearfully watching as Marco raced towards Celestino, the younger man trying to quickly get up as on track marshals raced towards both of them.

But then the camera widened its shot pulling away from the runoff as it pans to another rider stranded in the middle of the circuit. 

The rider was cladded in the bright red Ducati colours, concerning laying on his stomach instead of his back. And like watching a car crash in slow motion a bike slowly approaches him and even from the screen it was clear the rider got the turn all wrong, and suddenly the bike is getting closer, too close. Until it finally makes contact with the stranded rider’s shoulder, clipping it before the other rider also loses control.

Red Flag.

[sunflowerwemadeit]

Okay all of the discourse in this world put aside. All of the ship wars put on pause. All of the labelling forgotten for a bit. Just. The purity of Buck and Eddie's relationship???? I am very lucky to understand that. To get that. I'm someone who has never experienced romance or romantic love like most alloromantic people do. Because the people I genuinely fall in love with, I'll kill for and die for and have actually fought to live for? Have been my friends. Who love me with the same intensity as I love them. Who will trust me with their entire being as I will with them. It's. It's love. Idk what's romantic and what's platonic because to me platonic love has always been so so romantic. So yeah I guess why I fell in love with Buddie was because I could just see love. Immense amount of love that supports and understands and pulls you back from hell. And as someone who has had the absolute privilege and gift of having that kind of connections? I feel understood and seen.

So yeah. As someone who isn't alloromantic the way people normally state they are? Buck and Eddie are in love with each other. They love each other. It's the same thing. And it's so fucking beautiful and important and life-changing and vulnerable and solid. Yeah.

[mootmead]

Hobby journal : I wanted to go back to painting for quite a long time now but some existential crisis kept me back. I thought I was done with it last year when I took the oath to keep my hobby at a 28mm scale, but introspective summer came along and kept messing with my head and my philosophy of life. I spent all summer debating with myself whether or not I should start my crafting youtube channel. Now that I've started the Jedi Survivor game and found so many things that inspire I think maybe I should ? At least I'm in the mood to. I'll see how long it will lasts.

[strawberrus0da]

Is it weird if I still hope the Collector was locked up as a result of something he did rather than just by association to his species or something

I just feel like it adds more complexity, more complicated feelings (for everyone involved, including the Collector and the Titan) if they had done something bad or wrong and got locked up because of it. Because (and i've said this before) even if they'd done something, they still wouldn't have deserved the punishment and trauma.

Rather than just saying "There was no reason/a reason that didn't even involve them and they got locked up unfairly," the point would be that them being locked up was unfair either way. It doesn't matter if it was "justified", if the Collector did something wrong or not. They didn't deserve it.

[aortaobservatory]

Happy Halloween Month, wish you were here!

Rip 😔 another soul(player) lost

(/lh)

Hello again! I do apologise to everyone for my absence; I have been going through a lot of real life things. I received your other ask inquiring about my well-being; sorry that I did not answer it, but I am well! I've finally got some semblance of a plan together for my life.

I've returned to university and finally figured out what path I want to take. I am a creative person, and touching other people with the stories I tell and the art I create is something I believe I was born to do. (Emphasis on the 'other people' part. My art is important to me because it is for others, and I enjoy fine-tuning my work to evoke specific emotions in those who view it.)

I have been busy with other projects, but October is my favorite month, and Halloween is my favorite holiday, so I'll likely be around, if not on this blog, then on my main blog or other sideblogs. I am keeping my main blog a secret, however; I enjoy the anonymity of this blog, and I enjoy the lack of bias it provides to my followers. To everyone here, I am just the Seer of Heart, and that's all I intend to be.

When Homestuck comes back around in my hyperfixation rotation, I'll return here and begin to post again, but I thought you all deserved an update. Thank you for your care <3

[isekyaaa]

i feel like there is 2 ways to write about your trauma. or, many ways that can be categorised under 2 broad umbrellas.

the first is expression. expressing your traumas and pent up emotions—which can be cathartic if suppressed. there may be comfort in this, there may not. but you can feel the vent in the fic.

the second is processing. processing is… basically doing a character study of yourself? of pitching your own ideas against something else. or simply exploring the source or why you may feel a certain way in a situation and if that is a reasonable feeling or not.

i personally feel i am in some middle ground between the two, but i’m not quite sure from an outsider’s perspectives where my fic lies. maybe to some it’s more expression, and maybe to others it’s less raw/emotional so they’ll park is under the second. — @milkstore

I think the thing is that, for me, I'm not a self-regulator. I can't self-regulate my feelings, thoughts, or emotions. So for your first point, expression only matters to me when I know that it is received by someone else. I need to be seen. I need someone to bounce off of. Simply expressing my feelings in a fic does nothing for me. Instead, I feel it's a bit more humiliating? Because people that I don't know will see me in my most pathetic state. I dislike the thought of that.

As for processing, processing emotions in that way just sounds like.... a pain in the butt. LOL You gotta write down a whole ass story just to process something. I'd rather just go on a long drive and introspect a bit. And then talk to someone else about it. LOL

The vibe I'm getting is that people who process things through writing fiction prefer to be more.... independent in their emotional introspection. They're people who are able to self-regulate, and that is an ability I do not possess, hence I will never be able to understand. Interesting. 🤔

[tanicus-caesareth]

guarana drama, damage control

[thebiggestfuckgiven]

-a little announcement-

for those still interested in the dpxdc fic I’ve been working on (How I DIDN’T Become a Villain) despite my silence these past few months, I PROMISE once more that i have not forgotten! It’s been a busy four months and I suck at time management im sorryyy

However! I am finally working on the third chapter ! (yes i do work at a snail’s pace, i know.) And even though it’s not complete yet, keep a look out for any big updates that will be uploaded sometime this week :)

ps, all updates will be added to the fic’s masterpost which i will reblog once i add this one. make sure to subscribe to it if you want to stay tuned in!

[ericosantos]

Title: Harnessing the Power of the Brain: Unleashing the Full Potential of the Subconscious and Its Psychological Effects

Introduction:

The human brain is a remarkable organ, capable of incredible feats. Yet, many of us fail to tap into its full potential. In this blog, we will explore how to utilize the full ability of the brain, including its subconscious and the profound psychological effects it can have on our lives.

Understanding the Brain:

The brain is a complex network of neurons, constantly processing information and generating thoughts, emotions, and actions. It consists of two main parts: the conscious mind and the subconscious mind.

The Subconscious Mind:

The subconscious mind is a powerful force that operates below the surface of our conscious awareness. It stores memories, beliefs, and experiences that shape our thoughts and behaviors. To tap into its potential, we must learn to access and harness its power.

1. Self-Awareness:

Developing self-awareness is the first step towards utilizing the full ability of the brain. Take time to reflect on your thoughts, emotions, and behaviors. Understand your strengths, weaknesses, and patterns that may be holding you back.

2. Mindfulness and Meditation:

Practicing mindfulness and meditation can help quiet the conscious mind and allow access to the subconscious. Set aside dedicated time each day to focus on your breath, observe your thoughts, and cultivate a sense of presence.

3. Visualization and Affirmations:

Utilize the power of visualization and affirmations to reprogram your subconscious mind. Create vivid mental images of your desired outcomes and repeat positive affirmations that align with your goals. This helps to rewire your brain and shift your mindset towards success.

Psychological Effects:

Harnessing the full ability of the brain and its subconscious can have profound psychological effects on our lives.

1. Increased Confidence:

As you tap into the power of your subconscious mind, you will gain a deeper sense of self-confidence. Believing in your abilities and trusting your intuition will empower you to take on new challenges and achieve greater success.

2. Enhanced Creativity:

Accessing the subconscious mind can unlock a wellspring of creativity. By quieting the conscious mind and allowing ideas to flow freely, you can tap into innovative solutions and unleash your creative potential.

3. Improved Problem-Solving:

The subconscious mind has a unique ability to process information and find solutions to complex problems. By engaging with your subconscious through techniques like journaling or free writing, you can tap into its problem-solving capabilities and find new perspectives.

Conclusion:

Utilizing the full ability of the brain, including its subconscious and the psychological effects it can have, is a transformative journey. By developing self-awareness, practicing mindfulness and meditation, utilizing visualization and affirmations, and embracing the psychological effects, you can unlock the true potential of your brain. So, embark on this journey today and unleash the power of your mind to create a life of fulfillment and success.

[pepper-m00n]

i wish i knew what assumptions people make about me based on my online presence like what do you think im like irl bc i make plenty of guesses about other people on here

[bonebabbles]

im curious, do you think there is any good way to portray a redemption by death? like, can a character truly be made a better person by dying? or is it just an all-around bad trope? i vaguely saw what the authors were trying to do with tom and sandgorse's situations, but they just sucked too bad and gave it the absolute wrong effect imo

I think there's a way to make anything work! So I won't say "NO NEVER." But personally, I have a big bone to pick with it so I avoid it

A redemption death doesn't give the character time to meaningfully change, imo, or truly make up for their actions. That all has to come before the death itself. And even the very idea of giving your life up to "redeem yourself" just... sits uncomfortably with me.

Dying never makes a person better. It just kills them. A person who's dead is not changing nor growing.

So Tom and Sandgorse... what their deaths are supposed to do is re-frame everything they did before that point. With no apology on Sandgorse's end for how badly he hurt his son or wasn't there for his mate, he was a good enough person to die for someone else and thus must be forgiven. Tom thrashes two women and they both die because of him, but he was still willing to heroically throw his life down for his child, and so he is 'worthy' of being avenged and honored.

No growth. No change. No acknowledgement. The death is supposed to add sympathy to them, while there's no actual reckoning of how they hurt their victims. Not even a real consequence. "Their intentions were good, and this is proven through the ultimate sacrifice." As if that changes anything. It doesn't.

I think if there's an decent example of a redemption death in warriors, it's Bluestar's. I still have problems with how it believes Stone and Misty have to "forgive her" for some reason, REALLY don't like the fact that this series has always equated redemption and forgiveness... but that aside? Just focusing on Firestar, ThunderClan, and Bluestar?

I think what makes the moment so strong is that it is a moment of clarity through her cruelty arc. We saw the heroic person she was at the start of TPB. We know that her actions are coming from anger, spite, and paranoia. That is never shown as a thing to be excused. But while she's wrapped up in her own misery, Fireheart is being the leader she isn't.

And her last life is a return to form, spending it the way she is supposed to, as a leader, and as his mentor.

Her arc could never be about 'growth' because... she WAS a great leader. She WAS selfless, long ago. Her redemption death is a return to that, and a plot necessity. Bluestar and Firestar cannot both exist.

But, anyway, it's generally a trope I'm not fond of. I think that nearly anything can work in the right context, but I think it's so situational that I personally avoid it when possible.

[lion-buddy]

brainstorming ideas for my next theoretical oneshot and I think I’m gonna expand on what was mentioned in th recent bunny ask and make it puka centric