#*important introspection

[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

[moonchild-in-blue]

If you choose to look at Sleep as an allegory for depression/mental illness, the romantic and co-dependent nature of Vessel's lyrics hurt that much more.

"I hate you and you're bad for me" "I don't know who I am without you" "Please set me free" "Please don't leave me" "You're an intrinsic part of me" "I must become someone new".

Ya feel me?

[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.

[cruel-hiraeth]

it’s wild to look back at how i was raised to believe that masturbation is evil and premarital sex is a grave sin and that people are supposed to repress their normal (and healthy) urges for the sake of religious piety. i’m glad i got out when i did; i think i would be a nightmare of a person if i couldn’t bust a nut on the regular LOL

[sieglinde-freud]

i love laslow and nyx’s supports and i love how they go from trauma dump central in the b support

to making fun of their angst in the a

like theyre soooo lame and it makes me emo and every time i watch this support i kick my feet and twirl my hair theyre SOOOOOOO SICKENING. WHO WROTE THIS. WHOOOOOOO

[enemui]

I really wish some parts of the Arcane fandom, especially certain JayVik shippers, would stop hating poc women for no reason. The way they'll bend over backwards to excuse anything from a mistake to a heinous act by their favorite little white boys, but vilify poc women just for existing near these men is part of a bigger problem than these people may realise.

[gregorovitch-adler]

La Valentía Desafiante

Gus was back home after yet another failed business meeting. He went to the living room and sank in the couch.

Max was in the bedroom, changing out of his formal clothes.

It seemed as though no matter how hard he and Max tried, they would never be able to convince any drug dealer in town about switching their product to meth from cocaine -- no matter how much potential meth had for the drug business. Least of all someone like Don Eladio.

What's more, Don Eladio and his minions had started to question Gus' relationship with Max.

None of those people had said anything directly to either of them, but Gus was not oblivious to the change in body language and the unspoken things left out of their conversations.

He was certainly not oblivious to the partly amused, partly disgusted looks those people would exchange among themselves every time Gus and Max decided to sit close together during the meetings. That was just one example among many.

Gus sighed in resignation and looked around himself in that dimly lit room.

His eyes fell on the Christmas tree by the fireplace, which he and Max had decorated together a few days ago. Gus could not help smiling at it despite his sour mood.

It was Christmas Eve today. Gus' gift for Max was kept safely in one of the drawers beneath the TV.

Although Gus had already planned a nice surprise for Max tomorrow—not just a gift, but also an elaborate date night—he still wanted to do more.

He was tired of being made to feel submissive, like he was beneath the people he would sometimes have important meetings with. He was tired of not being seen as an equal.

Gus did not want to be a passenger in the car on his own journey through life.

He looked down at the ring he used to wear on his right hand. It was given to Gus by his dad when he was a teenager.

The ring did not have much of a monetary value, but it had been passed down to him as a generational property.

It had a gray band with an artificial blue stone in the center.

Gus had an idea. He would give this ring to Max tomorrow when exchanging gifts with him.

He would give it to Max as a promise ring—a promise of marriage in the future, or at the very least, a promise of a lifetime of togetherness.

That would be his way to set his foot down and take back the driver's seat in his life.

What a perfect gift, both to Max and to himself!

Gus allowed a small smile to play across his lips, feeling very giddy all of a sudden.

Could it be Christmas Day already?

**

Prompts: Christmas tree and The Perfect Gift by @fluff-cember

Tags: @lisbeth-kk @helloliriels @keirgreeneyes @jamielovesjam @totallysilvergirl @peanitbear @gaylilsherlock @topsyturvy-turtely @calaisreno , etc.

[emrys-rusts]

I think there is nothing funnier than making russian lit characters commit faggot activities, to trans beam them, and to silly post about the local france-should-have-occupied-russia twink. Dussy hates me but I say, babe, yall are not that serious

[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.

[coldjustness-archive]

Woke up thinking about Neve Gallus becoming more infamous than the family who left her behind.

[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

[asterbats]

i think for the shitty scorpion family, their entire dynamic is definitely toxic (heh) but also neither dusk nor bruno is an inherently terrible person? its just that they’re a) horrible together longterm as they are and b) people who should not have had kids.

[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!