#and our childhood!!

[starry-kittens]

So long, Little big planet.

[pierregaslays]

believing that liam’s family should be allowed to grieve his loss and not supporting an abuser are two things that can coexist btw

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The dog days are over.

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[petrichara]

Trying to remember the last time I played hide and seek. The last time I said hi to everyone on the street or saw the girls I spent every day of six years with. The last time my dad picked me up, or my mum brushed my hair. When was the last time I dressed without consideration? There is so much to think about now. I remember falling on the grass at school and making stories with the clouds. Hanging upside down from the swing and realising how big the world was. I wonder on the path of growing when we stop feeling big. I am taller now, smaller still.

[sucked-into-abagel]

When ppl talk about alters being stuck in trauma time, they usually talk about those alters not knowing the body's friends, or recognizing where they live, or any number of physical reality changes. And we've definitely had that experience! But more often what "alters being stuck in trauma time" means for us is those alters know basic physical reality facts, but their emotional reality has not changed at all. So they might know our best friend, but they aren't connected to how that friend and I interact. They respond to everything like the trauma is still happening, so they expect any mistake to be met with punishment, they expect the ppl around them to suddenly hurt them without warning, they have no ability to use our modern coping methods, and they have no concept of anything being other than the abusive environment of our youth.

So yeah, our trauma-stuck alters typically know we live in a different house and our dad isn't coming home, and they know things like we graduated college and the names of our friends. What we struggle with a lot more is getting them to understand that this current time isn't just our childhood with new set dressings.

[dykealloy]

[kennico]

refreshing drink 🥤

[chawliekin]

and if I said that dennis’ insistence on being the breadwinner/provider despite literally being a pampered princess who dgaf about traditional roles of masculinity in every other regard (aside from ego) is because his mom only stayed with/chose frank for his wealth and dennis is highly aware that he’s difficult to love and unable to show his emotions openly so he has to be contributing something to the relationship materially in order to feel like he’s worth staying for… and mac grew up with parents who were extremely ambivalent to him and eachother so he has to overcompensate by proving his worth at every given moment and seeking praise/validation from people (and religious icons) who will never demonstrate the same amount of dedication to him but he has no idea how else to desperately keep himself close to those he loves other than by eroding himself into something they’ll approve of… dear god they’re both exactly what the other needs — someone who can’t and won’t leave them even if they try — and they don’t even see it…

[shellsweet]

Trick or Treat!! Have a Happy Halloween, my Ghouls and Gals!🎃

[happyheidi]

𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 🍃

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳: 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦, 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦 🌳 𝘭𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘥𝘬

[mahoganyrust]

Woke up with the urge to manically draw a deleted scene from Forever is My Tomorrow on ao3.

*whispers* psst. Cmon. Come read it. U know u wanna.

[odetochildhood]

[senkiworks]

The Kaitou KID... and the KID Killer.

[thecoolerwinter1234lo]

Sampo "there's gonna be a crisis on jarilo vi so I need my mask back" Koski and he's just looping us in illegal drug dealings

[ao3-crack]

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[wilwheaton]

Hello Mr Wheaton! You seem to be on a Smiths kick atm, I was wondering what is your favorite song by them?

I'm on a Sisters of Mercy / Siouxsie / Joy Division / Bauhaus kick, lately, but I think some Smiths stuff I added to my queue has been hitting main. It's adjacent, anyway.

To your question, I have a real hard time with what a cunt Morrissey is these days. It physically hurts to know that the guy who wrote all these songs that spoke so clearly to me, that gave me comfort and companionship when I desperately needed it, has become a man who sneers at everything I care about (and his music helped shape me!) and wouldn't cross the street to help anyone, but would go across town to lecture someone for eating a sandwich.

All of that said, I can make a time tunnel connection to my teenage self, listen to Queen is Dead, and remember how much it all meant to me. (Also, it's such a good album, anyway.)

My favorite song has always been This Charming Man, closely followed by William, It was Really Nothing, because it was my life.