#I did everything I could think of but it was so miserable

[asaltysquid]

I've been reflecting a lot on this piece as of late since my body has changed dramatically over the two years.

I am now oddly enough. Skinny.

My entire life I fought with my own skin both due to the latent fatphobia embedded into our society but also just due to being trans, fatness emphasized everything I wanted to rip off of myself. Being skinny became equated to not only desirability but passability.

But no matter how much I tried I just couldn't lose that weight and it wasn't until about three years ago when I really started to deconstruct transmedicalism that I also began to deconstruct my internalized fatphobia.

Without going into too much detail, due to OCD i detransitioned for a bit in which I spent some time in those spaces and found, to my surprise, most of the angry vitriolic ex trans people were trans meds who had been "so sure" because they hated being a woman so much, not the so called "trenders".

So I realized that if I was going to transition it was because I was happier as a man not because I was miserable as a woman...and this began to slide into other aspects of my life including weight. For more than a decade I abused my body and health to try and achieve the skinniness I thought I wanted but it only made me more miserable. When I started to allow my body to just be and trust it with itself...I found joy and desirability. ((Also drawing a wider range of bodies helped with this as did finding men I enjoy and find handsome who I could see myself in))

Now, I work pretty much full time. T has hit me like a truck in the weight distribution department. And I look how 17 year old me would have always wanted to look.

And you know what? I miss being chubby. I miss the space my body took up and the heft it gave me. I miss the way my body hair spread over it. I miss the weight it gave my neck and jaw. I miss being larger than my partners and holding them with my everything.

Just..for the first time in my life..I want to gain weight. And that makes me really happy. But for now I'm just going to let my body do what it does and trust I will take the form I need to.

I don't really know exactly what I'm trying to say with this except for - trans mascs I love you deeply and the amount of you who have felt seen by this piece fills me with immense joy. Please don't rob yourself of joy to try and make yourself what you think the world needs you to be. Trust that whatever shape or size you are you have worth and you are beautiful.

The world is better with you in it.

Self Portrait I’m calling “Twink Death” and is about me learning to accept gaining weight and my body shape as the Italian stallion I am😔

Basically trans male fatness is something that has been on my mind as it feels society puts such a pressure on Ftm people to be either effeminate and twinkish or perfectly passing and fit to be desirable, and where self love and attraction comes in for trans mascs who are neither of those things

There's more I could wax poetic about but alas I'm sleepy.

[muletia]

Psychic Patch anon here! So glad you enjoyed that idea <3 love putting Op in situations

But as a bonus I could see that debacle being a good entry point into the obsessed megop back-and-forth. Might as well make use of what little info they did get out of Optimus's processor, 1: That you're extremely important to him and 2: Your address.

Thus begins the weekly kidnappings because you're one hell of a useful hostage, but also because Megatron has some curiosities of his own. How could you, a human, possibly be so alluring as to have a Prime at your beck and call? It makes the growth of his own infatuation a bit terrifying, he saw with his own optics what you did to Optimus's mind and can feel himself slipping down that path.

It also factors into his desire to have you as his queen, his second in command. He has some twisted respect for your "powers". After all you must be incredibly cunning and ruthless to claw your way so deeply into his spark even while he was aware of your tricks. (Little does he know there are no tricks, you're just catnip to powerful enough Cybertonians)

Our minds were totally on the same wavelength because I thought of the exact same thing! Thanks for sharing this idea <3

It’s not so easy to impress Megatron, and he doesn’t hand out his respect to just anyone. Even less so can I imagine him respecting some pathetic, miserable human... unless that human somehow managed to charm their way into and settle firmly within the very spark of Optimus Prime.

He wants to see how you pulled it off. To conduct research on a species that, until now, mattered to him as much as an empty energon container, and to use the knowledge he gains for his nefarious™ purposes. But also to talk, this time to peer into your primitive mind and extract the information he needs. To get to know you from the inside, but not destroy you — because you’re far too valuable.

I think he’d spend long sessions just staring at you while you sit on his lap. Studying your reflexes, waiting for you to uncover the true potential of your abilities, and verbally prying information out of you.

Megatron is convinced that your relationship will only ever be a one-sided transaction. He’ll squeeze everything he wants out of you and then eliminate you once he grows bored. But then you get “rescued” by the Autobots. And that’s when the real game begins — the back-and-forth of both factions fighting over you. Giving obsession time to spread through every inch of Megatron’s being.

Over time, he realizes he’s not taking you back to study your tricks. He’s taking you back for you.

Is he furious that he let himself be beguiled by a human? Probably. But the fury that burns within when he sees you in Optimus’ servos is far, far greater and hazardous...

jdbd the comparison to catnip is so spot on — not just because it’s ha ha funny, but also because of how easily you intoxicate the bots you spend time with and how dangerously quickly they become addicted to you <3

[fear-is-truth]

AND THERE WILL BE NO TENDERNESS

warnings — MDNI 18+ ．rough sex．dysfunctional relationship． nam-gyu being an awkward asshole author’s note — was kinda drunk when i drafted this, so… this may not be my best work

how had my life come to this?

you’d asked yourself a hundred times how your life had spiraled into a game of death over unpaid debts, but this? this was a new low.

NAM-GYU never bothered to hide his disdain for you—cutting you off mid-sentence, shoving past you without apology, and calling you every name under the sun whenever you so much as looked at him wrong. you’d stopped wondering what his problem was long ago. eventually, you just chalked it up to him being a miserable bastard who needed someone to take it out on.

for whatever reason, that someone was always you.

then thanos started flirting with you—it didn’t mean anything—just a brief distraction in a hellhole where people were mercilessly killed over childhood games, but apparently, it was enough to push nam-gyu’s irritation to a whole new level. he couldn’t stand you before, but now it seemed like everything you did irked him even more.

and yet, here you were, shoved into a bathroom stall with the same man who’d sworn he hated you, his body pinning yours against the door. you’d lost count of how many times he’d made you come, but that didn’t really matter.

you hated him too. no, scratch that—you still hated him. maybe not with the same fervour as before, but you sure as hell didn’t like him now. not even a little.

“thought you liked when he gave you attention,” nam-gyu sneered, breath hot against the shell of your ear. “was it fun? letting him look at you like that?” his words were punctuated with a sharp thrust, forcing a strangled gasp from your lips.

“what the hell are you talking about?” you hissed, trying to crane your head over your neck to shoot a glare at him, but nam-gyu’s hand was already gripping your jaw, tilting your head back until it rested against his shoulder.

“open,” you obeyed without thinking, lips parting to allow him to slip two digits into your mouth. the cool press of his ring grazed your lips, and you gagged slightly when his fingers hooked deeper, pressing down on your tongue as his pelvis ground into you with bruising force.

“you just don’t get it, do you?” the words poured out in a disjointed rush. “all this time, i’m right there, and you let him—” his voice broke off in a frustrated growl, and he shoved you harder against the door, hips snapping forward and sheathing himself to the hilt. you moaned around his fingers, and he cursed under his breath when he felt you clench around him.

“you’re mine now. got it?”

you nodded as best you could, his fingers still in your mouth making it impossible to respond properly. that must have been enough because nam-gyu lowered his head, trailing deceptively gentle kisses along your shoulder.

“good. ‘cause i fucking–” his teeth sank into your flesh, hard. the sharp pain startled you, and your teeth bit down reflexively, breaking skin. the metallic tang of blood coated your tongue, but if he noticed, he gave no indication.

“—hated seeing you look at someone else like that,”

he slammed you flat against the door, grasping your hips with bruising force as he rutted into you. the door hinges creaked under the onslaught, his movements relentless and animalistic, chasing his release with single-minded intensity. curse words spilled from his lips, gradually breaking down into incoherent groans as his pace quickened, each thrust sloppier than the last.

in a final, shuddering motion, he came hard, his arms wrapped around you tightly, crushing you to his chest as he trembled against you.

whimpering.

he stayed like that for a while, his breath coming in ragged bursts, the heat of it fanning across the back of your neck. slowly, nam-gyu pulled his bloodied fingers from your mouth, the faint tang of copper lingering on your tongue. warm lips traced soft kisses along your shoulder, the earlier aggression melting into something that could almost be described as…tender.

you stiffened.

the intimacy of it was almost worse than the roughness. worse than the fact that this had happened at all.

without thinking, you shoved him off.

nam-gyu let out a grunt as he stumbled back, catching himself on the wall. he stared at you for a second, then just rolled his eyes and started pulling on his clothes. neither of you said anything. the silence stretched on, broken only by the rustle of fabric.

“are you voting ‘yes’ tonight?”

you paused at his question, wiping at a smudge of blood near your mouth. your life was already a disaster—this situation was a perfect example.

“i’m here, aren’t i?”

his lips twitched into a faint smirk, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. you rolled your eyes and pushed past him, leaving the stall without another word.

 fear-is-truth 2025 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[icequeenliafics]

Catch Up To You

Context: Post Hidden Inventory, Suguru has a heart to heart with the wall separating his and Satoru's room.

It was night, it was dark, and Suguru wondered how this could have happened.

Satoru and him were both here, at Jujutsu Tech, at the same time, and yet he laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling; alone.

They didn't talk. Not really.

“... Have you lost weight?”

Satoru had tried, his voice light and unfittingly casual, a grin tugging at his lips as always, but he had tried to reach out to Suguru.

And Suguru knew that, able to recognize the silent plea inside his friend’s eyes.

‘Talk to me. Talk to me.’

But he couldn’t find it in himself.

“It’s just heat stress. I’ll be fine.”

He was shutting Satoru out, because he didn’t know what else to do. He didn’t know how to take the hand that was held out to him.

Because what really was his problem?

Suguru didn’t know. At least he didn’t know how to put it into words.

So what was he supposed to tell his friend? What right did he have to trouble Satoru with that big nothing inside his chest?

The boy had his hands full already, training day and night to become stronger. So that nothing like this would ever happen again. So that next time, he would be strong enough, fast enough, just enough.

Suguru couldn’t keep up with him, but he refused to slow him down.

Satoru would become stronger. The strongest. And Suguru would get over himself. Somehow.

And then everything could be as it had been before. Before Fushiguro. Before Amanai.

They would get over it and be okay again.

Suguru knew it was a lie. He did not know if he would ever be okay again. Not in a world like this. In a society this rotten.

But he had to pretend.

Running a hand over his face for the umpteenth time that night, Suguru rolled onto his side, a tormented sigh escaping him.

He was facing the wall. He couldn’t sleep. It was three in the morning and he couldn’t sleep. Not today. Not yesterday. Not the day before that.

He was stuck. His thoughts ran wild while at the same time, he was thinking nothing at all. He felt restless, but he couldn’t move. He wanted to scream, but he didn’t have the energy to utter a single word.

There was fire inside him, enough to burn a town to the ground, but Suguru just laid there, silent, drained, stuck .

He pressed the flat of his hand against the wall, feeling how cold it was. Suguru stared at it, seeing nothing, of course. He stretched his fingers until every part of his hand touched cool, solid stone. Reaching nothing.

Because there was just a wall, a thin border of smooth stone that separated him from Satoru.

“Yes, I have lost weight”, he whispered - his voice raspy from lack of use - because he knew his best friend was right there on the other side, their beds separated by only this thin layer of concrete.

“I can’t bring myself to eat”, he whispered, running his thumb over hard stone, imagining it was Satoru’s soft skin. “I barely feel hungry anymore. Everything seems to taste like a curse lately.”

Suguru felt his lungs tighten around the hollow inside his chest, his dry eyes prickling with tears that wouldn’t fall. He felt miserable.

“But I don’t know how to tell you any of that”, he rasped, fingers stilling against the cold stone. “Because you are so unaffected by it all. Because you’re stronger than me.”

He let his hand slide down, letting it fall onto the sheets. Now that he was talking about it to Satoru, he felt a small sense of relief. Eyes growing heavy, limps prickling sickly from sleep deprivation.

“Or maybe you’re just more oblivious than me”, Suguru whispered, his tongue heavy inside his mouth. “Either way … I don’t want you to lose your smile. Don’t want you to feel like I do.”

He was teetering on the edge of consciousness now, but he felt like he had to keep talking, to explain himself. Like Satoru could actually hear him. Like he could understand.

“So, I’ll get through this alone”, he mumbled, barely able to keep his eyes open. “Get my shit together … and then I’ll return to your side … and we’ll be okay … you’ll be the strongest … and I’ll follow behind.”

His fingertips graced the wall.

“I’ll catch up to you”, he said with the last remnants of consciousness  “Wait for me, Satoru.” His eyes fell shut. “Please…”

He slipped away and there was nothing. There was finally nothing.

+

Found this in one of my notebooks. There was supposed to be a second part where Suguru wakes up from Satoru having a nightmare about Toji cutting him up. So, they realize they're both struggling and don't have to go through it alone. Buuuut I've moved on.✨

[rustedleopard]

Hi, I would like to share my opinion about the idea of Lucky Clover.

Well, let's start from the beginning, Clover's death at the end of the plot is completely logical and justified, he will not be able to live in the underground, due to many factors including the guard. But if someone decides to take him in?

1) Martlet - maybe she's a kind monster who invites Clover to stay... But kindness alone cannot raise a child, after all, she is not attentive and clumsy, she has not even decided on her life direction. (I imagine how Undyne, in his manner, suddenly comes to visit Martlet and sees Clover in front of him.)

2) Ceroba is one of the most interesting characters, it's always been fun for me to watch people make her into Clover's foster mother. Although she respected him at the end of the trip, it seemed to me that she didn't care about Clover, and all these tears and sadness were from the fact that her plan had failed. Even if Clover stays with her, Ceroba may try to implement her plan again.

3) Starlo is one of my favorite characters. He may get along well with children, but he's not good as a parent (Starlo is that cool uncle who doesn't have a family). But even if you take this into account, the upbringing of a child by the management of the Wild East and his gang will not be well suited. Although he matured at the end, he didn't grow up enough to raise a child.

So the death of Clover is not a bad option for others...

I'm going to assume that you are referring to an AU where Clover lives in the Underground with their friends when you use the term "Lucky Clover AU," because the Lucky Clover AU specifically belongs to @/northstarscowboyhat and I am not them. Any questions specific to that AU should be directed towards the correct recipient.

As for my thoughts on this ask/Clover lives in the Underground AUs...

I think everybody who has a "Clover Lives" AU understands that it's a bit of a stretch for Clover to live peacefully in the Underground. There is the Royal Guard to be concerned about as well as any random monster attack that could do them in or expose them. Plus, they still have an interest in stopping Asgore. Would Clover be willing to set aside their mission and live with their friends in peace or would they try for Asgore? What about when Frisk shows up? Would that change the choices they make? And so on. This stuff is self-indulgent. I like the idea of Clover getting to live life and enjoy themself among their friends though, especially because it's implied that they didn't have a happy home life on the Surface.

I heavily disagree with the points that you raised as to why they couldn't live with their friends though.

Martlet may be clumsy but she's not inattentive. At all. Out of all of Clover's friends, she's the one that goes above and beyond to be there for them. In Pacifist, she accompanies them 3-5 times throughout their journey through the Underground: on Ava (optional, you can drive her away by fighting her instead of continually sparing), in the Dunes before the Wild East, throughout the Ketsukane estate, at the end when she's escorting Clover to face off against Ceroba, and (if this is a Flawed Pacifist Run) escorting them to King Asgore like she promised. In one of her Talk dialogues, she brings up how she's a homebody; yet here she is on the other side of the Underground, accompanying Clover and ensuring their safety when she could just... report them to somebody else and pass along the bill. She recognizes that Clover is a child and treats them the most accordingly out of the Main Three (compared to Starlo and Ceroba). The worst she did was abandon them after Ava crashed to go sit by a cactus for an hour and feel miserable for screwing everything up, and even then she tries to make up for it by making sure that Clover isn't alone for the rest of their journey (she had to be put in jail so she couldn't accompany them in the Wild East and only stopped accompanying them when Ceroba, a trusted acquaintance, offers to do it for her). This is just what I'm remembering off the top of my head. So, no. Martlet isn't inattentive and would do a great job of looking after Clover.

(Also, while we don't know her fate at the end of the Flawed Pacifist Run, we do know that she quit being in the Royal Guard in the True Pacifist ending because of Clover. I imagine she'd do the same if they were living with her and would try to find another job.)

Ceroba did come around to liking Clover by the end of the Steamworks, though. A lot. So much so that she was shaking and crying as she was about to deliver the final blow on them in their fight (before she goes into her Devoted form). She goes through with it only because she's so damn devoted to Chujin that she'd do anything to make him happy (even go against her judgement as a mother and inject her daughter with an experimental serum because she felt like it'd make Chujin proud). This is Ceroba "I save the tears for the moments that matter" Ketsukane that we're talking about. Crying over a human that she had just met the same way she cried over her dying husband and daughter. What do you mean she didn't care about Clover in the end?

Also, part of Ceroba's arc is learning to carry on her husband's legacy in other ways than with some super serum that'll "save the monsterkind" or whatever. Chujin did more than that: He helped people. Gave corn to Dalv. Taught Martlet woodworking. Tried to make existence in the Underground as easy for everybody as possible. That's the version of Chujin that she should be looking up to and carrying forward, not the version of him that wanted to make a super serum straight out of a sci-fi story. Now, do I like the idea of Ceroba having moments where she considers killing Clover for their SOUL so she can make Chujin's serum? Yes. But that's from the perspective of how healing and moving forward in life sometimes has you sliding backwards. I don't think she'd reenact her/Chujin's plans to make the serum just because Clover is conveniently there and Martlet and Starlo are conveniently not there. She's learned how much her tunnel visioned thinking got her in trouble.

(Plus I can't see a world in which Martlet and Starlo would let her be around Clover while she still has Chujin's research in the basement. Both of them want Ceroba to move forward and to also protect Clover. That stuff would all be destroyed long before Clover would ever get to stay over at her house. So, no chance of using Chujin's research to start this mess all over again.)

Starlo may not be the most responsible but he's still good with kids and not just in a "fun uncle" way. Ceroba trusts him enough to let him hang out with Kanako on a regular basis and watch movies together. On their missions, Starlo spends most of his time encouraging Clover and trying to see the best in them/their actions no matter what they do (you can make Clover screw up everything: miss with the gun/miss-time each shot with the practice round against the dummy, be too slow to draw on the dual, choose to save Ed instead of the five others on the track, and he'll still reward and encourage Clover for it). That's the sort of behavior you want to exhibit with kids, trying to lift them up instead of berating them. (I'm not gonna get into how some of Starlo's treatment of Clover, such as giving them the gun, is because he sees them more as a human than as a kid because that's more headcanon territory, but I do have thoughts on it.) Plus at the end of True Pacifist, you see him reaching out to his family and taking those first steps to be more responsible. He's helping around the farm again and reconnecting with his family instead of just shutting them out. He knows how to handle kids and is also becoming a more mature person.

(Also, Clover can take care of themself. They got themself up Mt. Ebott and journeyed through a lot of it on their own. They handled the puzzles and fought their own battles, they're not helpless. Even before they ended up in the Underground, there is a lot of evidence that they know how to take care of themself, like knowing how to cook basic foods. They're not a helpless toddler.)

All of Clover's friends developed over the course of the story. Martlet is taking charge of her life instead of just drifting through it. Starlo is being more responsible. Ceroba is healing and starting to move on from Chujin. They aren't the same people that they were at the beginning of the story. In my mind, none of them are perfect parent material. Clover wouldn't see any of them as their mom/dad. But they can still be guardians to them, even if they're imperfect ones.

Lastly, the sentence that you concluded with really bothers me. "So the death of Clover is not a bad option for others..." It sounds like you're saying that Clover's death is also a matter of convenience for their friends, like having them around would have caused them too much trouble. That is not a stance that I agree with, full-stop. Just because having them around would make life difficult for their friends doesn't mean that it isn't worth it in the end. Their life has more value than whatever difficulties it would entail for their friends and if Clover had chosen not to sacrifice themself, Martlet and Starlo and Ceroba would have raised them.

[skeletinmoss]

@babygirlvirgil I don't think I'll ever touch this cursed thing ever again so I might as well post it.

Ever since that stupid trip to the ancient ruins that Remus dragged him on something felt off. Virgil felt different, felt wrong. There was something inside his body, he was sure of it. He felt weird. Moving, breathing, eating, everything felt weird.

Virgil thought he caught some kind decease or parasite from that one skull Remus yeeted his way. He even got over his social anxiety and went to the doctor, but everything was clean and he got nothing except some advice to lower his caffeine intake and get some healthy amount of sleep.

He was being paranoid, Virgil knew that. The only thing left was problems with his brain. But he was too scared to send himself to the physics. Because if he was right he was crazy, and there was nothing better than not being able to trust yourself!

He was probably crazy either way, he couldn't shake off the felling of something inside him. He could sense it moving, he could feel the aches he never felt before. Or maybe they were always there? He couldn't remember, he never cared to make a mental note on how it felt not feeling like he did now.

The Thing inside of him was growing, spreading, replacing his bones with Its own. He could feel it. He could feel IT.

At first he was too nervous to say anything. Everyone noticed. He even managed to make Mr Janus-poker-face look genuinely concerned. When he rejected any concern for his well-being everyone took the hint and didn't press. That was the moment he sealed his fate at getting any help later. His attempts at looking miserable so someone would ask about it and he can share his concerns failed miserably because of it.

Then It started to learn. It was in his arms, in his legs, in his torso, in his neck. It knew how to move like him. It knew his habits, It knew how to pretend to be him. And It had his friends fooled. He couldn't pretend to be miserable again. Virgil wasn't sure he was even able to mention the situation if prompted. His voice didn't feel like his own either now. Was it always this deep? Was it this hoarse before? Would any of his friends be able to notice?

" Notice! Say something!" his mind cried as a single tear rolled down his cheek.

" Sorry, got something in the eye," his body said instead as it moved his hand to wipe it.

Was it still His body? Or did it belong to the Thing that was living with him now?

He knew he wasn't crazy when he confessed to his crush. Real Virgil would have never done that! Now he was sure there was an imposter inside of him. Someone took his place and now trying to trick his love too.

" I won't let it happen," he decided.

In retrospect he shouldn't have done what he did then. Not for his sake, for theirs.

He was never good at making friends. Most of his friends came from his brother Patton. Patton was always sociable, cheery and loud, when Virgil was quiet, introverted and anxious. Their parents always got jokes about how their sons were so different being only one year apart. Patton's friends were always the only one Virgil had. And it's safe to say they all were shocked at what he did.

His new boyfriend contacted Patton over night with the news, " Virgil is trying to kill himself ".

Admittedly not the best plan. But how else could he stop the Thing from touching someone so dear to him?

His brother and boyfriend were so distraught, it was hard to look at. He didn't tell them why he tried to do it. He couldn't. He didn't tell the doctors either. And in the end he was declared mentally ill after all! For all the wrong reasons!

The feeling of someone inside only grew. It tried to communicate now. It knew how, it pretended to be him for over 4 months now. Yet the only thing it said was 'beautiful'.

" You are so beautiful," It repeated in a millionth time now, as his own hands caressed his face and neck ever so gently.

But after this time Virgil suddenly felt in control again. His body was moving at his own will. The thing was still inside of course, but now it settled inside his bones. He wasn't sure why he was so certain about it. But now there was a clear line between his bones controlled by the Thing and the rest of him.

The notes I had, but don't want to write it

Lo: so, has your skeleton said anything lately?

V: I know it is not... It's the best way i can describe it. I swear i know it sounds absolutely nuts. But I can't make it stop.

Lo: that is very good actually. Aknowledging the delusion is going to be vital in maintaining control over yourself.

The thing: Darling, i am here. Please, i am real. I promise. I love you. More than anyone ever will. They are trying to make you abandon me because they are jealous.

V: it doesn't like being called a delusion...

Me thinking " Why not try and write a fun fic where Virgil is shipped with his own skeleton? It'll be fun! "

The psychological horror with a person who's definitely most likely having a mental illness starring at me back

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

Maedhros built up a high pain resistance from Angband; particularly to the burning sensation. Considering how low he thinks of himself, it’s likely he expected the Silmaril to burn him. He didn’t think he was redemptive, he thought I can take it.

Part of why Maedhros acts so viciously is because that’s how life treated him. I can take it if my brothers die. I can take it if I’m damned for eternity. I can take it if everybody thinks I’m a monster.

He’s proud, and he’s suffering. He won’t back down, he will succeed or be martyred.

[illogicalghost]

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[vancalox]

finished rogue trader. so mad about it i had to take a nap and then start a whole new playthru again to cope <3

[sysig]

Let me chew you out a little, since we have a couple minutes (Patreon)

[Panel 1] Prismo: *mumble* *mumble*

[Panel 2] Prismo: *mumble*

[Panel 3] Simon: Hmph. “Just because it’s in your head-”

[Panel 4] Simon: “-Doesn’t mean it’s yours,” huh?

[Panel 5] Simon: Give me all the responsibility with none of the privileges?

[Panel 6] Simon: And then you get mad at me for trying to pick up your slack? Prismo: Hey...

[Panel 7] Simon: Clearly you already expect that much from me!

[Panel 8] Prismo: Hey, hey! I did the best with what I had! I didn’t expect any of this!

[Panel 9] Simon: And yet you didn’t even consider telling me, so we could’ve avoided this?

[Panel 10] Prismo: It’s not like I could’ve just- taken it out! I was locked out!

[Panel 11] Simon: You could’ve done something!

[Panel 12] Simon: Instead you let my life spiral around this thing, kept me tethered to Ice King’s Madness-

[Panel 13] Prismo: Fionna and Cake are real thou- Simon: NOW you tell me! After I find out for myself!

[seventh-district]

sighs and collapses and disintegrates into the wind

[itsalwaysdark]

bedtime nowww probably ummm today qas not what i wanted it 2 be but its fine. i dont feel negative just a very very very numb day which is almost worse. but only almost 🙏

[gxlden-angels]

Hello! I apologize if this is a nosy question, but what is the silly feelings wheel app you were talking about in a previous post? My therapist and I have been working on identifying feelings but I still very much rely on a list of feeling words to have any idea what I’m feeling, so it could be a helpful resource. No worries if you don’t want to share, just thought I would ask :)

It's called How We Feel! I'm not sure if it's available on all devices yet, but it's on ios and the google play store for sure.

I've been using it for about a year. It's more of a chart than a wheel but people usually recognize the wheel better so that's what I call it. When you first start it has a 10-part tutorial about emotional acceptance and regulation, then it has suggestions for each category of emotion. You can access both at any time tho after those first 10 days.

It has a share option so you can have friends, which has been great for me cause it prompts me to check on friends and them to do the same for me. It allows you to just respond with a little emoji in like a "I'm here for you" little notification to your friend, or you can reach out to your friend on your own. Its really helped me cause I'm bad at reaching out when I need support so to me and I'm bad about taking on other's problems even when I can't handle it so being able to send a little emoji instead to make sure my friends know I'm there if they need me and them doing the same has been great

[vonkarma2]

just had a brief moment of missing taz balance and wanting to rip off its tone pacing and aesthetics its like 2019 all over again..

[arolesbianism]

Every now and then I get haunted by my past as a dr fan because someone mentions it or smth and lemme tell you the worst case scenario is if they bring up v3 in an even slightly positive light because nothing will make me start giving a shit abt dr again except for my burning hatred of that damn game, I just spent like 30 minutes ranting to myself about how much of a nothing character Kokichi is in the bathroom after showering just to vent it out because if I don't rant abt v3 every now and then I'll explode and kill someone

[medicinemane]

And maybe you'll be like "but if you don't trust businesses, how can you trust welfare?"

I fucking don't. My mom trying to get on food stamps fucked me up because a lady I never met without my permission got my SSN from my mom and started editing my files. My heart still races to this very second whenever I think about it, it kinda messed me up bad and I'll never ever ever see any kind of recourse

And I'm terrified that I'm gonna lose my medicaid just cause I inherited some money from my grandpa

And I've never even applied for disability cause it kinda doesn't matter finding out if I'd qualify or not cause of my depression, when the rules are so restrictive I don't know if I've even be allowed to keep my house

I do not fucking trust these things on a personal level. I feel like out of a lot of people I have the most to fear from them cause I'm on the edge of having things work, and that gets you punished

...but I need medicaid in order to have insurance (and when you strip out the finance side of medicaid, I love medicaid... they're honestly incredible insurance... I just... I just... dental is like 90% of why medicaid is so important to me, ever since I found out this state pays for it I've actually been able to do cleanings which is important to me cause I can't always get myself to brush)

And I think things like disability and food stamps are pretty damn important on a personal level, and honestly are also good for the economy cause they get people spending... it's practically a free cash infusion into the economy, cause these are people who need to buy stuff

There's just so much important stuff welfare does that it's worth dealing with government

No, what I want is more accountability so if someone gets my SSN from a 3rd party like my mom they're held to HIPPA styles standards where that's not ok to access my files without my permission (She changed my fucking address and tried to get medicaid to investigate me for fraud! Never even met me)

Like have some accountability there and in every situation

Secondly I want less punitive focused rules. I'd frankly prefer bezos get on disability than smack down some poor sod cause they got $2000 in the bank or cause their friend lets them live with them for free

If there's gonna be a cut off on these programs, it needs to be a solid step above the poverty line, cause... by definition I assume poverty line denotes kinda the minimum expected income people can reasonably live off of, and if you take away benefits people are gonna lose a chunk of money to covering that stuff themself, so you need a buffer before you kick people off

I don't fucking trust the government for a second, I've actively been fucked by them and on a personal level I avoid everything but medicaid and only that cause everything but the money is pleasant to deal with and I kinda need it (honestly if I was rich I'm not even kidding that I'd rather give medicaid like $400 a month than some insurance company, I sincerely like them as insurance)

But I'd trust them a lot more if they were less punitive, less out to hunt me down and gut me cause someone handed me a fiver or cause I started to get on my feet, and if government employees had concrete rules they had to follow that were actually transparent and enforced

Like 90% of my problems with welfare go away if they're held accountable and there's less "catch the welfare cheats" mentality going around

I don't trust the government in the slightest, but sadly there some jobs it kinda has to do, so I'd just rather force it to be an open book where the public can keep an eye on it and if they step out of line there's consequences (sort of like I don't trust most mega corps but happen to sometimes need stuff from them... did you know literally every cell service provider has been illegally selling shit like your location data to random people like bounty hunters, and the FCC just slapped them with a fine that's 0.02% of their yearly incomes and debated even doing that? I even can offer a source on that)

...I don't trust much of any authority cause they constantly fail me and kinda screw me. Don't trust doctors either, but I still gotta go to them, you know? ...they're just... they're real bad at listening... so many systems need systemic change

(You know who I really don't trust is the cops. I could point to so many examples. My uncle doesn't trust cops either, and he's an ex Fire and SWAT paramedic, he worked with them and we still got into a long conversation where he basically tore into them far better than I can)

(I don't trust authority that's not accountable)