#and also like emotionally regulate

[antisocialgaycat]

guess which bad bitch has decided to start journaling again

(its me)

take your bets how long this will last

[mochinomnoms]

So, like out of curiosity, what are the cultural differences of child-rearing in English speaking countries vs. in Japanese society? You mentioned that in your Mrs. Rosehearts post, and now i'm curious.

I can't speak to much on it to be honest, as I only have my experience and the experiences that my friends have told me to compare. I also don't want to make huge assumptions, and since I can only compare between American and Latino child-rearing, I don't think I'm the best to ask 😓

My only opinion on Mrs. Rosehearts is that I think the TWST fandom, particularly the ones from the EN server, overly villainize her, rather than see her as a complicated character. I think that as a parent, she wants Riddle's best interests in mind but is so concerned about something ruining her son, even things out of her control, that she finds it easier to just keep him near and control everything to keep him safe and on the path that she believes will bring him the most success. She's not a good person, as she has absolutely done irreversible damage to Riddle and his social skills, but I think if you aren't raised in a similar situation as Riddle, or come from a culture where her type of child-rearing isn't normal, it's easy to just write her off as a bad parent and person. I'm of the opinion that it's a lot more complicated than that, which is why I'm more neutral about her and when I write her.

[lifeofcynch]

vivziepop haters are so obsessed with her it’s concerning. i see right through you. every time she sees success with her projects and creations you come out of the woodworks with petty insults and gross misinformation. if you don’t like her or her art, you do you, but it’s pathetic that it’s 2024 and you’re still diminishing the work of a bisexual latina just because that work doesn’t fit your hypersanitized media tastes and because she, like literally every person on the internet including you and i, did and said stupid shit in her teenage years. it’s fucking exhausting to watch, please shut up and find something better to do with your time.

i don’t want to have discussions with y’all, you’re too toxic. i just needed to get this off my chest because it’s bothered me. just block me if you feel called out by what i described and you don’t care.

[all-thestories-aretrue]

Soooooo I wrote this incredibly self-indulgent thing about Miles. I have many feelings about how he keeps himself so tightly in control. It's gotta go somewhere.

Disclaimer it's quite dark, so mind the trigger warning and keep yourself safe <3

TW: self-harm, not what I would consider graphic descriptions, but it is the central theme and way more than a mention

The lock clicks. He slips his suit jacket off. Loosens then removes his tie. Untucked, buttons undone. It’s all laid out on the bed. Step by step. Shoes set to the side and trousers swapped for silken pajama pants.

The bathroom door closes behind him. The second lock between him and the world. The shower comes on. Towel laid out on the counter.

His drawer, second down on the left. He pulls out the small black bag. Gold zipper. Supple leather. Inside, his collection. Three packs of new razor blades. An open pack of blades; used ones tucked into the back. A single hypodermic needle. A crafting knife. Two unopened band aids.

The rest of the drawer’s contents is ignored, antiseptic and suture kits, butterfly closures and rolls of gauze, in favor of practiced hands sliding the tin of blades from the bag and the blade from the tin.

He sits on the toilet, lid down. Elbow straight. Fist clenched. The first slice with a small inhale. Bright and sharp and stinging. Familiar and comforting. Line after line as red blooms from the wounds. The ecstasy second only to the Kiss. Rivulets follow gravity down. Strategically placed tissues catch the mess.

Stained crimson, they fall into the waste basket. He flexes his wrist, testing the pull of the broken skin, blots the last of the blood away. Blade inspected and stowed; everything returned to it’s place. Pajamas folded on top of the toilet, he steps into the shower.

[some-greatreward]

maybe i need meds???

[sitzfleischh]

Final Ghosts thoughts cause I really need to sleep but am still thinking about it--

Choice to end with Alison and Mike taking the hotel deal at the Ghosts' suggestion, and having them return regularly like visiting family: GREAT ❤️

Execution of this plotline in the episode/series itself: not so great.

The immensely rewatchable 5 series as a whole: SO great, very happy to continue loving this show for a long long time.

[nmtltlz]

HI! i have a tumblr now :)! have some drawings, I plan to spew some au shit I never felt like I could really do on twitter!

[hyah-lian]

I may have overdone it, lads/genderneutral

No thoughts head empty and so so sleepy

[goldiipond]

i will literally never understand when a character gets hate for being ‘overdramatic’ or highly emotional because like. i live for that shit. i fucking love when a character has a strong emotional response to a relatively ‘minor’ thing i love when characters cry easily and frequently i love when characters are loud and ‘annoying’ i live for drama. if a character is frequently hated on by fans for being annoying there is a 9/10 chance that character is one of my faves. no i dont think my neurodivergence has anything to do with this

[spicyicymeloncat]

New zane concept. Since his emotions can be tampered with and changed, there is the possibility of him glitching or getting hacked and being super emotional. Like he’s actually just crying at everything, or being suddenly very grumpy and irritable, or overwhelmingly joyful.

What if also factors like food or sleep contribute to how glitchy he can be (mirroring humans), meaning a no sleep zane will be unusually grumpy.

Idk I really like the idea of zane getting an update that glitched his system and being unhinged until it’s fixed

[xcziel]

it's a great day to be in the most insane headspace

where i'm sick and thus loopy and whiplashing violently between: shocks of anger and despair and then vibrating with delight

my blood pressure is so far up i'm gonna take an aspirin this is ridiculous

the fucking slow tigers are gaining on me i swear

[bunnihearted]

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅

[spaciebabie]

Bro why not make the whimpering yourself? You’ve gathered a handful of simps who share the same want ! And you are an artist so you can practically create whatever you want, yeah?

no time :[

like i have a lot of suggestive and borderline nsfw art i have thought of in regards 2 him but i just. have no time 2 sit down and actually draw it

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

I’ve gotten less than 4 hours of sleep every day this week and I’m evil now

[aeide-thea]

attempting yet again to rejigger my yet again extremely fucked sleep cycle and. experiencing repercussions

[teaandinanity]

Yep, looks like this is happening. Here’s the first segment of the uh. 17 pages and counting I’ve written going ‘I can make this better worse’ about I Was A Teenage Exocolonist.

[cut]

They wonder, sometimes, if the augment was a response to their nightmares.

They’ve always had them. When they sleep, they remember things that haven’t happened yet, awful things, things that left scars on a psyche significantly more well-equipped to handle them than that of a toddler.

They’re not a toddler anymore. The dreams - the memories - have only gotten worse.

They can’t talk about it. They tried a few times as a little kid. They tried, only to be told they were just dreams. That alone probably wouldn’t have stopped them; what did was the creeping certainty that if they didn’t stop, the adults would decide there was something wrong with them, something that needed fixing.

At eight, they haven’t tried in years. They know that if they’re too strange, the adults will try to fix them, and it would mean everything went wrong again. The dreams aren’t a problem; they’re a warning.

They don’t need to be fixed. Sol doesn’t need to be fixed. What they need is to fix the shields. Which they can’t do until they understand what’s going to go wrong.

They sit on the floor with the engineering manuals they used to demand to be read instead of storybooks and stare at the diagrams, trying to force their developing brain to grasp concepts that were challenging as a teenager, frustrated enough to cry.

They do cry, tears welling up and sliding down their face, but they don’t sob. They don’t make a sound, tucked away in a corner, and that means no one notices. No one but Congruence, but they changed their privacy settings off the infant alerts as soon as they could speak. No one noticed that, either.

The temperament augment doesn’t keep them from feeling desperation or despair or fear, but it means they deal with what’s troubling them quietly, in a way that doesn’t trouble anyone else. So they cry quietly through eyes they don’t let waver from the diagrams, repeating mathematical formulae in their head, making sure they have them memorized.

This time, it’s going to be different.