#Girls dealing with trauma

[aspiringyoungwomen]

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[menaceadored]

the way that people disregard nancy’s grief in fic is my biggest pet peeve- like she didn’t break up with steve because she wanted to be with jonathan :) she broke up with him bc she was overwhelmed with grief from the death of her closest friend and couldn’t stand the fact that barb’s family were still wondering what happened to her - even going so far as to sell there house to pay murray to look into barb’s disappearance- Nancy broke up with Steve because he wanted to bury the trauma they had experienced and pretend to be normal teenagers. Nancy wasn’t saying that Steve’s love for her was bullshit. She was saying- look at us. Look at everything we’ve been through. Pretending like none of that happened, burying the grief I feel, that is bullshit.- She didn’t go looking for Murray with Jonathan because she had feelings for him and wanted to leave Steve for him. Jonathan, he validated her feelings and was willing to go against the NDA to give Barb justice and give Barb’s family peace. (Or as much peace that can come from at least knowing that they don’t have to wonder where their daughter is any longer- to know that in the least she is no longer suffering.) That was what was most important to Nancy. And being validated in those feelings and seeing that Jonathan could truly empathize with her grief after believing he had lost his brother and that he would be there for her and support her in doing what she believed to be the most important thing she could do- that inspired romantic feelings and led them to get together.

Some of y’all write her like she’s this heartless one dimensional person who just left Steve in the dust because she wanted another guy and that is a huge disservice to her character.

[journal-from-the-heart]

i think, for trauma survivors, especially those who were emotionally abused, invalidated, or gaslit, it is really important not to underestimate the significance of speaking bluntly about what happened to you. Forcing yourself not to beat around the bush, not to downplay what you went through with your words. say what happened, without any caveats, without any “but it could’ve been worse”, “but i might just be being overdramatic”, “but it wasn’t really THAT bad,” and so forth. sit with the discomfort until you can begin to let yourself realize that it WAS that bad, you WERENT being overdramatic, and even if it could’ve been worse you still didn’t deserve it. It’s almost like a form of reclamation, taking back your memories, taking back your life, even the difficult or gross parts, and refusing to let anyone change the narrative or tell you how you should feel anymore, even yourself. and it hurts and it’s scary and it feels weird and awkward and sometimes you want to convince yourself you’re lying, but i think sitting in those weird feelings and letting yourself admit that you really did go through trauma puts the power back in your hands to process things and be compassionate to yourself while you heal

[kekothe-great]

Okay so I think that Ellie is a soft dom because i honestly think she’d feel so bad if she’d hurt you. And as a reminder that she is just a silly girl with trauma who loves space and dinosaurs :3

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[thenonbinarydetective]

Do you like the official wayne family adventures? It has everything any batfam fan would want.....But sometimes I feel like they all kinda have the same personality.....shouldn't dick be with titans or starfire....why is he back with Bruce?

EDIT: REMINDER THIS IS MY OPINION. IT IS NOT A DISCUSSION OR ARGUMENT.

It’s what tumblr fanon fans who actively go out of their way to shit on comics wants. To be precise. I’ve been shitting on the behavior of some truly awful people on here for like several years so if anyone reading this is surprised and offended. I don’t care.

No I really don’t like it. The better personalities are the girls really. But even then it’s not great. The boys and Bruce especially are full copy and paste. But honestly that’s the only way they can get what they want to work without digging too deep

That’s kinda the main problem I have with it and many others who do that it’s very surface level fluff rather than actually challenging the “angst” in the comics. I’m only putting it in quotes because to some angst is when it isn’t sunshine and rainbows all the time.

I don’t think it has a good argument, for lack of a better word (still works I just want a different one that I can’t remember rn) for being what it is. And also creating that weirdly rancid, occasionally violent and pretentious fanbase that accuses comic fans of doing that no matter what they say or do. Like some people suck but you dont need essays when people point out flaws in WFA. Of which it has some pretty obvious ones. Aside from batfam characterization their Talia characterization just rubs me the wrong way. Like I know it’s been worse but it’s just not giving what it should.

I think dickbabs is supposed to be canon there or at least people act like it. Idk a lot of their reactions can still read platonic which is why WFA readers try to say it’s batcest. If that answers your starfire question. Technically this should be set at a time where dick wasn’t fully friends with the titans again. Although it’s an au, they could probably just fix that for their obscenely happy go lucky attitude

But if you’re asking why starfire and Roy should be far away from the outlaws title, you’d be right. You can call me dramatic but it was lowkey shitty of them to include them considering the damage it did to their characters. Especially Kory.

Yeah dick should be actually independent. But again it’s family fluff over solid characterization so the umbilical cord isn’t cut yet

It’s negatively effecting comics too. Pushing that coffee Tim bullshit, “feral” Damian, and emotional support dick. The Damian one pisses me off most of all because they really had him pull a knife in a formal affair out of annoyance when that boy was raised an AL GHUL until he went to Bruce. Like if he’s drawing a knife it’s for a formalized duel. Not on an unwitting old woman. But even then I’m not sure I’m forgiving.

Oh and DUKE. Duke gets his own paragraph. Jesus fucking Christ did they do him dirty. Absolute boring cardboard cut out of a child. That also gets mildly sidelined for a comic that began with his narration. I get it’s a group thing but like why did some chapters seem to forget about him completely when they stripped him of every ounce of personality to turn him into a reader insert? God I hate it

There’s a lot of problems with it but apparently when you talk about it you’re in for a “let people enjoy things” lecture from someone who doesn’t actually let people enjoy things. I mean some WFA stans cry webtoon if you talk about the slightest amount of negativity. Claiming they need to be healed. Idk with what because WFA is basically a placebo of a comic

[bitstitchbitch]

I desperately hope that the renegades are absolutely abolished in the spin off series. I need Nova to realize that, while the anarchists were worse, the renegades aren’t great either and her switching sides so fully and suddenly was just a knee-jerk reaction to leaving the anarchists and her and Adrian and the others rebel again at the council and put a real democracy with true equality in place. i also want nova pov again, but i know the chances of that are very low since i think we can assume it will be Evie x Max

[cepheusgalaxy]

Intimate whumpers who exploit whumpee's touch-starvedness my beloved

[louthestarspeaker]

on a jwct rewatch already because of course (re: i'm obsessed), and I'm on episode 6 and Yaz did know the guy who got snatched from Ben's van. She actually screamed his name as he was ripped out of her hands T^T

[aspiringyoungwomen]

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[hella1975]

it's been pointed out on here before that a lot of terf arguments are actually rooted in sexist idealology that feminists fought and died to unnormalise decades ago and that's its own kettle of fish but one thing i also find very frustrating about this so called 'radical' feminism is that it's so... defeatist? like the moment you categorically label an entire section of society as Bad and Inherently Evil then there's also the implication that nothing can be done about it, and it completely takes all accountability away. saying all men are evil is just another way of saying boys will be boys. he raped her because he's a man. he hit her because he's a man. he didn't listen because he's a man - it's almost offensively oversimplified. there's no point trying to fix this issue in society because men are just Like That, okay! so now what? it's not like they're going anywhere, so you just accept that 50% of the population are evil and will forever treat you terribly and there's nothing to be done about it bc they're biologically predisposed to it? like is that fr the argument here? you're soooo radical for that

[gem-femmes]

How to handle running into a former friend or ex that you’re not looking to reconnect with

Let’s talk about something we all face at some point: running into someone from your past that you’ve moved on from, whether it’s an old friend or a former lover.

You’ve done the work, you’ve grieved, and you’ve leveled up. You’re not interested in rehashing the past or rekindling that connection. But what happens when you bump into them in public?

Often when this happened to me, I found the other person missed me and wanted to spend time with me again - even when they had ghosted me. This made me uncomfortable. They had confused me, I had to grieve the loss of the relationship and now they want me again???

Believing I owed them an explanation due to happy times spent together, I let them drag me into pointless discussions to figure out what had gone wrong years ago.

Every time, I realized our connection had ended for a reason, and my explaining only opened up old wounds.

Don't do that.

Here’s how to handle encounters with former friends, lovers and foes like a boss:

1. Stay Calm and Composed

First things first—take a deep breath. You’ve already moved on emotionally, and this is just another moment in your day. You’ve got this.

2. Acknowledge Them Briefly

If you make eye contact, a simple “Hi” or “Hello” with a confident smile is more than enough. You’re showing that you’re mature, unbothered, and not holding any grudges. No need for deep dives into what happened.

3. Keep it Short

If they try to engage in small talk, go ahead and be polite, but keep it light and brief. A quick “It’s good to see you,” followed by a natural exit, sends the message that you’re not interested in going any deeper.

4. Graceful Exit Strategies

Sometimes, it’s best to have an escape plan. If the conversation starts to linger, here are some graceful ways to make your exit:

“I’d love to chat more, but I’m on a tight schedule today. Have a great day!”

“It’s nice seeing you, but I need to finish my shopping before I forget what I need.”

“I have to go; someone’s waiting for me. Take care!”

“Well, I should get going. It was nice running into you!”

“I’ll let you get back to your day. See you around!”

5. Don’t Feel the Need to Explain

If they try to bring up the past, it’s perfectly fine to deflect. A simple, “That was a long time ago, and I’m focused on the present now” will keep you from getting sucked into a conversation you’re not interested in. You’ve moved on, and your time and energy are precious.

It’s all about maintaining your peace of mind and protecting the progress you’ve made. You’ve leveled up, and you don’t need to revisit chapters you’ve already closed.

Stay polite, stay brief, and most importantly, stay focused on you. You’ve got bigger and better things to do! ����✨

[somnas-writes]

I feel like the High Fae in acotar should’ve looked a little weirder (limbs too long/too thin, eyes too bright, facial features too sharp/perfect etc).

And the high fae are so convinced that everyone wants them when in reality, nobody really does. When Human Feyre falls in love with Tamlin, all her ‘lesser’ fae friends are like “Girl… for real?”

And when the Archeron sisters are all turned into fae, they retain some intrinsic humanity to their appearance. So they’re just the right balance of Human and High Fae.

Feyre still finds herself getting unsettled looking at the high fae too long. when she talks to other fae, to her, they’re human in a way.

Anyways feyre should’ve been anti-class system and hung out with the other fae groups more. She’s a people person get her out into the community.

[mkstrigidae]

APWH preview snippet!

Since I'm actively trying to work on getting the next few chapters out, I thought I'd share a little future scene with some hints of Jonsa with all you lovely people! This bit is from like, a few chapters in the future bc it's the in-between that's giving me fits right now :) (Fair warning: this is unedited and subject to change! That being said, it's such a fun scene that I can't imagine ever nixing it :D)

“Does he even know that they have to avoid the press?”

“For the last time-“ Sam sighed, sounding completely exasperated, “Dickon knows what they can and can’t do- he’s got enough practice not being photographed from when our dad was the secretary. Not to mention spending time around you when that exposé on your crazy grandfather came out two years ago.”

“I just-“ Jon sighed, blowing a stray curl out of his face. “You didn’t see how freaked out she was when the press caught us at that performance in White Harbor. I thought she was going to have a full-blown panic attack.”

He was immediately derailed by Gilly plopping little Sam down in his lap and shoving a bottle into his hands.

“What’s this all about?” he raised a brow, adjusting the baby on his lap, allowing him to latch onto the cuff of his flannel shirt and start gnawing at the fabric. “You going somewhere?”

Gilly shot him a withering look, but he saw the amusement in her eyes.

“I-“ she gestured, imperiously, “Have not had time by myself to shower all week-“

“Sorry, love.” Sam winced, looking up from his pile of paperwork. “I can take a break from these-“

“Not your fault, Sam.” she waved him off. “You warned me about this conference at the beginning of the summer.” a grin played at the corners of her mouth. “Besides, it works out well- Jon needs a distraction right now from the fact that Sansa’s on a date with your extremely hot and conventionally attractive brother.”

“Hey!” Sam looked wounded, and Gilly rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“You know you’re my favorite Tarly.” she wrinkled her nose. “How long have you been working on this presentation? You smell like the baby spit up on you.”

“Guess I’m next in line for showers.” Sam said, mournfully. “Unless-“

“Nope- I need my own time right now, Samwell. Did you even hear what I said about why Jon’s bent out of shape?”

Jon had known Gilly since Sam and she had met up north while the two of them were in college. Sometimes, it was hard to reconcile the timid, scared girl she had been with the woman who was currently devoting all of her remaining energy to busting his balls.

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about Sansa with my brother.” Sam snorted, shotgunning another cup of coffee next to him the way Jon was used to seeing undergrads do with jaeger shots. “I mean, this is Dickon we’re talking about. Used to bring wounded animals home to take care of them Dickon? The same guy who cried when we had movie night and Gilly and Rhae wanted to go see ‘Love, Simon’?” He shook his head. “Look, as far as guys she could be out on a date with right now go, Dickon’s kind of the best case scenario. She’ll have a nice time, and he’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

Jon blinked at him, silently turning to look up at Gilly, who rolled her eyes and sighed.

“You’re hopeless, sweetie.” she kissed him on the forehead again, wrinkling her nose. “He’s not worried that things will go wrong- he’s worried they’ll go a little too well.”

“You’ve been spending way too much time around my sister.” Jon muttered, narrowly avoiding little Sam’s grasping reach for his glasses, managing to get the baby to latch onto the bottle before he destroyed any more of Jon’s eyewear. “You even sounded like her just then.”

Sam blinked for a second, his head whipping between Jon and Gilly.“You’re jealous?” He asked, incredulously. “Of Dickon? Wait- you like Sansa?”

“Got there in the end.” Gilly sighed, affectionately patting him on the shoulder before going to shower, leaving Jon and Sam behind with four cups of coffee, one baby, and approximately five brain cells total between the two of them.

“You like her.” Sam repeated, like it was a giant revelation.

“What are we- in middle school?” Jon hissed, immediately turning his head down to smile and make faces at little Sam while he fed him, before glaring up at big Sam again. “I don’t- I mean-“

Sam was just shaking his head.“Of course you do.” he laughed. “Should have guessed- red hair and a damsel in distress? You were doomed from the outset.”

“Shut up.” Jon muttered, flushing. “It’s not like that.”

“Then why are you worrying about Dickon for fu-“ Sam glanced nervously at the baby, “-god’s sake? When Gill was meeting my family for the first time, I remember you told her not to worry- that my brother was ‘one of the best guys you know’ and ‘practically a golden retriever’.”

Jon could tell that Sam, who could not raise one eyebrow without the other, was desperately trying to do just that.

“I don’t know.” He muttered, moving little Sam to his shoulder to start burping him. “Look- I’m attracted to her, alright? It’s a fu- er, a giant disaster that I’m gonna ignore for the rest of my life.”

“Seriously?”

“Stop trying to do that with your eyebrows.” Jon complained. “It’s giving me motion sickness. And yes, seriously. I’m not even going to consider that- it’s just a stupid crush. Besides,” he sighed, rubbing little Sam’s back comfortingly, “Robb’s already dealing with enough right now with this whole Sansa situation- can’t imagine telling him I think his sister’s attractive while he’s being forced to suddenly confront all of his guilt and self loathing every time he looks at her.”

“That whole bro code thing of never dating your friend’s sisters never really made sense to me.” Sam shook his head, gulping down more coffee. “I mean, I’d be thrilled if you decided to date Talla, because I know you’d be good to her.”

“Yeah, don't think she'd quite go for that, mate.” Jon snorted, standing to bounce little Sam around gently. He was just grateful Sam hadn’t said anything else about Robb.

“Eh, wouldn’t count you out completely.” Sam shrugged, smirking. “With that hair, you’re pretty enough to be a girl- maybe that’d be enough for her.”

“You are so lucky i’m holding the baby.” Jon muttered, still bouncing little Sam, who picked that moment to spit up spectacularly down Jon’s back.

“Well, that’s three of us who’re gonna need showers now.” Sam grinned, looking thrilled as all get out that it hadn’t been him. “Wow- his aim is getting better.”

“I’m going to remind him of this when he’s a sulky teenager.” Jon grumbled, wiping spit-up off his shoulder as best he could. “Look- no gossiping with Rhae about this, please. She thinks she’s such a good clandestine agent that she doesn’t always realize that Robb is better at sniffing out her plots than she thinks.”

“Alright-“ Sam sighed, looking back down at the massive stack of paperwork in front of him. “I make no promises for Gill, though.”

“Gilly could give some of my Uncle’s colleagues at the WIA a run for their money when it comes to withstanding interrogation.” Jon snorted.

“Probably true.”

“Where did your brother take Sansa?” Still holding onto a now much happier baby with one hand, he reached down the other to take a gulp of his own coffee.

“He said something about going out towards the Tyrell Estate.” Sam shrugged. “They probably drove out there to see the gardens- he’s said it’s a good road to take his bike out on.”

Jon promptly spat out his entire sip of coffee, staining the front of his shirt as well as the back, and frightening little Sam enough that he started to cry.

“He took her on his motorcycle?”

Gilly picked that moment to reappear, completely clean and with wet hair, blinking at the scene in front of her.

Sam, who couldn’t seem to stop laughing, was desperately trying to calm down the baby, who had started wailing, while Jon’s entire front was covered in coffee and his entire back was covered in baby vomit. Not that he seemed to notice, as his face was white and he was making a series of angry looking hand gestures at her husband.

“I really can’t leave you three alone for five minutes, can I?” she sighed. “Do I even want to know?”

[shining-gem34]

The Majesty of the Dragon Reascent 

Summary: What happened to Dan Heng during his transformation after Blade stabbed him. Inspired by DHIL Character Story I and Samudrartha.

Heavy steel pierces into his bones- cutting apart the chains of his disguise. 

The pain blooms and spreads, leaving him breathless and dizzy as he stumbles on his feet. 

Dan Heng struggles to keep his eyes open, the blurry figures of Yanqing and Blade are covered by black dots dancing in his vision. The blood pounding in his ears is too loud to hear their conversation except for one thing. 

The chains that once sealed away his power are coming undone. He can hear the metal snapping and rattling to the ground. He can hear the tides of the Ancient Sea rising; their hymns echoing in his ears. 

Finally, Dan Heng closes his eyes and lets the sea embrace him.

...

When Dan Heng opens his eyes, he raises a hand to block the sun's blinding light. A gasp escapes him once his eyes adjusts to the brightness.

It is not the Scalegorge Waterscape he is familiar with. No, he wasn't at Dragonprayer Terrace either.

A grand palace uprooted from the sea stands tall and proud. Their regal banners hangs from the palace walls. Branches of brightly-colored corals form a straight path to the gates. The luminescent bubbles float idly in the air, tempting visitors to touch their delicate shell.

"No. Something not right." Dan Heng whispers, turning around to find the exit.

Suddenly, his wrists are tugged back forcing him to stop. Turning his head, Dan Heng cannot make out the strangers who grabbed him. Their billowy sleeves dancing with the waves makes it difficult to see their faces. Between it all, he catches a glimpse of pointed ears and horns.

"Vidyadhara...?" Dan Heng questions, but gasps as the phantoms tug him again and guide him past the gates. He tries to wrench his wrist away from their grasps, "Let me go! I have to go back!"

Yinyue Jun has returned!

Our radiant pearl; the finest of white jade!

They ignore his demands and drag him to the stone stairs leading upwards.

Anxiety gnaws in his stomach. Dan Heng watches as the previously empty palace slowly return to life. More faceless phantoms appear with every step on the stairs, dressed in extravagant robes as they all turn in his direction. The only way he recognizes they are too Vidyadhara are their pointed ears and horns; High Elders.

His stomach sinks, nauseous at the realization these people were once High Elders of the Luofu Vidyadhdara. Now, they are ghosts of the past after returning to the cycle. The remnants of their identity becoming one with the Ancient Sea.

And just like the sea itself, they begin to move as one with a sweep of their arms and celebrate the return of [Yinyue Jun].

Yinyue Jun has returned to us!

Our moon to our seas; the azure dragon legacy!

"I'm not him! Now unhand me this instant!" Dan Heng shouts again, pulling his hand free only for them to grab it again. He winces at the bone-crushing grip. They drag him harder to the point he almost stumbled on the stairs.

The brief pause is enough for him to glance at his reflection in the waterfall surface next to him. His eyes widened in horror seeing himself with pointed ears and a pair of azure-colored horns atop of his head.

"No...NoNoNo. This isn't me! This is NOT who I am...!"

His struggles are drowned by the phantoms raising their voices. The same hymns Dan Heng heard before is being sung. Their pitches becoming higher like the waves steadily rising and transforming into storms. Soon, the might of the ocean will come crashing down to him.

Already, Dan Heng feels overwhelmed as if he's sinking deeper underwater and cannot breathe.

Yinyue Jun has returned to us- Their sacred home!

Our guardian, who quelled the [tainted giant tree], and protected our roots!

Why have you forsaken your duty and abandoned us?

"That wasn't me!" Dan Heng screams at the top of his lungs, panting to catch his breath. He repeats, shaking his head furiously, "That's not me. He is gone; dead. His sins are not mine to bear. I am...I am..."

The singing stopped abruptly. The grip on his wrist is gone. The phantoms are all gone except one.

It was easier to run away; to leave and never look back. This man sins has nothing to do with him. Why should he be the one to bear his punishment?

Yet Dan Heng, numb and tired, forced his legs to move forward until he reached the top of the stairs.

He arrives at a sacrificial altar and above him are dragon-shape roots. Their gaze intimidating, impassive, and so cold-

You, who have reached this place, have you finally decided to accept us?

Just like the phantom a few feet away, appearing too similar to that man, and silently observing him.

"You." Dan Heng hisses darkly, glaring at the ghost as he said bluntly, "I hate you."

The phantom cocks his head, making it hard to discern if he's surprised or confused by his response. But Dan Heng continues to speak.

"My answer remains the same as always: No. No, I will not accept you. I don't care if you're real or not. But, I am not you, Dan Feng. I will not become you nor will I be associated you, a monster who hurt many in your arrogance."

Dan Heng watches the ghost cross his arms. He appears thoughtful, pondering over his response. He's still isn't sure if this is Dan Feng or not, but again what did it matter? Real or not, he loathed this thing for every wrong he did affecting everyone around him to this day.

Yet you cannot change who you are, what we are, for the crown you wear is proof of your lineage even if it's stained his my crimes: It is yours now.

His hands automatically reached for his head. The smoothness of the horns doesn't bring him comfort. Instead, it drives him mad for it's existence is a reminder of who he is behind his disguise. A broken dragon forced to bear the crimes of a sinner of a past life that is no longer his.

Determination fuels his next course of action.

Grabbing his horns, Dan Heng pulls them as hard as he can. His eyes shut tight in concentration, trying to ignore the uncomfortable pressure on his head. When he hears the ghost make a sound of dissent, he retorts sharply:

"If this crown is so important to ascertain my identity, then to hell with it! I don't need this to define who I am!" Dan Heng gasps at the pain, ignoring the blood trailing down his forehead. He glares hatefully at the ghost and tells him.

"I am not Dan Feng or Yinyue Jun- I am Dan Heng!"

The horns crack at the base, but at the same time he feels something else break inside him.

The chains that once sealed away his power are coming undone. He can hear the metal snapping and rattling to the ground. He can hear the tides of the Ancient Sea rising; their hymns echoing in his ears. 

Finally, Dan Heng closes his eyes and sees himself transforming into a brilliant azure dragon. The mirages of the past High Elder returns and parts a path like the sea itself split open. They welcome the birth of a new dragon, witnessing his ascension as he soared through the starry-filled skies with a tempest roar.

At the altar, the ghost watching this grandiose recalled his determination moments earlier. As this dream starts to fade away, he thinks with both fondness and sadness.

You have decided your path, but alas no matter where you go- This power, this lineage, and this past [sins] will always be a part of you.

[rosalinabloom]

People want complex female characters but then can't handle Lois Lane in MAWS.