#but so few things produce serotonin these days

[zurajanaizurakoda]

I don't think anyone cares, but the Gintama Discord has had several arguments about AI generated art. I put the posts I did on private post. It was a lot of fun, but I don't want to hurt anyone.

[sanakimohara]

can u do emo han Jisung x hello kitty person reader if it's okay??? (make Jisung Dom cuz, never seen someone make him🤷)

“SWEET N’ SOUR” H. J. Pt. 1

Pen has returned to paper. Hope this fulfills your wish, my love…

WARNINGS: [ MDNI ] + [ NSFW ] + [SMUT ] + [ ORAL ] + [ NO PLOT ] + [ DUB CON / VIOLENCE ….ig?… ] + [ SLIGHT BREATH DEPRIVATION ] + [HUMILIATION / DEGRADATION ]

Jisung is slightly perplexed by how soft you are for him from the start. You're gentle, always curious, and slightly touched in the head. He can't tell if you mean to come off so nostalgic and innocent, second-guessing his assumptions about you anytime; a semi-violent threat towards another person trying to gain his attention leaves your cherry-glossed lips. You can be all giggly, obsessed with your stuffed animals, and snuggled all under him in one moment. Then, the next, you're glaring stubbornly, subtly clinging to him when someone you don't particularly care for is near or snapping back at him when he touches a nerve. It gives the poor man whiplash, but it fills his head with a particular strain of serotonin no one but you can produce.

Jisung is anything but frightened by your love for softer colors and little trinkets. He could tell you had a minor addiction to “cute” things early on, rather fond of seeing you bounce up and down on your tip toes when a new Sanrio item caught your attention and quickly getting used to purchasing it without you having to ask. Almost every little thing he bought for you furthered the addiction he had to see you all dolled up and content with adorable trinkets. There were times when a subtle perversion entered his mind. On more than a few occasions, he’d bought you things solely because his cock hardened seeing you so excited to have them. Other times, his selfish desire to see you walking around in nothing but the new Hello Kitty panties and matching cropped sweater drove him to order another box of pastel-colored items.

Jisung often doesn’t know how to handle himself when you simultaneously act so stubbornly and sweetly to him. You’re asking him to be mean to you more often than not, and he gives in without hesitation. “You can’t tell me what to do!” You huff loudly, upset that he’s walked into your room and shut your laptop, completely interrupting your binge-watching session. He smiles, snatching it from your tight grip before kneeling at the foot of your bed to be at eye level. You glare, moving to scoot away from him and get your computer back. It's not every day your favorite anime puts out a new season, and his intruding isn’t deterring you from watching the whole thing in one night. Or so you think…

Jisung has other plans for you both. You don’t have the chance to slide back from him, held in place by his right hand, which you initially thought was intended to caress your cheek but was instead fisted in your hair at the back of your head. He pulls roughly once, forcing your head to follow his grip as you yelp and claw at the pink duvet underneath you. “Thought I told you to start going to bed at a decent time, kitten. Why lie and say you were asleep when I called you earlier?” He tugs again, not ashamed to smile as tears well up in your pretty doe eyes, begging to slide down your face when you wince slightly from the pain he causes. “It was just for tonight, I swear! I…I just wanted to see it..” You squirm more, embarrassed that he caught you in a lie and frightened by the dead stare he’s been giving you. “Not a good enough answer, sweetheart. Why’d you lie..?”

Jisung is a liar, a convenient one in his own right, and you always fall for it. No matter how often you tell him the truth, he taunts you for a better excuse, feeling so much more authoritative in the confines of your cozy bedroom. In that little world between you both, he is, in fact, your villain, dark and cunning in the glow of soft fairy lights hanging from pastel-pink walls. Rough and demented with your gentler presence. You don’t mind being stiffly handled by him, putting up a small fight when he stands to flip you over on your back. He gives you a chance to win when you do struggle. His hand remains tangled in your hair, pulling the soft locks until your head lazily hangs off the edge of the bed and not letting go even when you reach to try pushing him away. “Jisung- ah! Mngh-“Your begging is reduced to a timid whimper as his free hand whips across your face. The oddly swift strike makes your body shiver, and a cold spark runs down your spine as he stares at you. “You had your chance to speak. Useless as it is, I think it’s pretty cute that you have so much to say. Why don't we fix that, hm?…” Your hands tremble as he grasps them in his free one, pushing them down to rest together on your lower stomach. The pit of your abdomen flips itself, feeling his touch tighten on you, amping up in frequency when he smirks at the sight of your new pastel pink panties hugging your hips and covering your soft mound.

Jisung is tempted to slip his hand past the thin fabric, wanting to feel your warm folds in his palm, craving to spread the slickness he knows is pooling between your legs all over his fingers. He takes a breath, reigning in the desire and focusing on what to do about your oh-so-snappy mouth. He has more than a few ideas visibly running through his mind, and they are all broadly humiliating to you. You keep your mouth shut, your heart thundering, and your body running hotter with each passing second. When Jisung stops talking, everyone is at an unease. Especially you. It only meant he was plotting to do something strangely frightful. Sadistic even.

“Open” is the first word he utters after a long, silent moment. His hand in your hair disappears for a split second, a familiar sound of a zipper being undone and a shift of clothing rearranging before his hold on your hair returns. Through the tears in your eyes, you get a view of the tip of his cock, swelling with pre cum, stiff and fully erect with purpose. You gulp, lashes lowering as drool pools in your mouth. It takes only one look at his cock to make you dumbfounded with lust. It's an automatic reaction he’s trained into you for months and one you sincerely enjoy. Not a single thought runs through your mind seeing his cum drizzle down the length of his cock, the creamy substance reminding you of sweet cream and urging you to obey his singular command for a good taste of it. “Mkay..” you mumble, in a daze as your lips part, and slipping deeper into it when he slowly sinks his cock in the warm wet cavern inch by inch with ease. Jisung watches intently as you take him in with a soft gasp, gagging slightly when his tip brushes the back of your throat. “See? You just wanted something good to suck on, kitten… feels good to be useful, doesn’t it?” He groans loudly, smiling wildly as you swallow him whole, accepting his cock with sloppy slurps and trying your best to breathe while he fucks your face at a set pace. You jolt and shift as he uses you relentlessly, spitting up a mix of saliva and his arousal with every other thrust he gives, but not once tapping out in hopes of him being lenient with you. Jisung refuses, mouth falling open to let out convoluted moans and pleased grunts of praise. “Take it deeper, sweetheart.. oh fuck, just like that..”

Jisung trees carefully with your newfound talent, proud to see you helplessly deep-throating his cock, enjoying the tightness of your throat whenever you gag reactively. He watches the imprint of his cock mold your throat, involuntarily twitching when he glimpses the blush on your cheeks and the way your eyes slot in the back of your head. You can’t bring yourself to beg for air, dizzy from the force of his thrusts and in love with the taste of him. Your body relaxes, your core blooms with need, and your head rapidly empties of thoughts. Jisung’s skin glistens with sweat, barely visible from his shirt, trickling down his temple the closer he gets to his high. The hand in your hair loosens, gently gripping the nape of your neck as he snaps his hips into your face faster, chasing his climax with a grave groan rattling his chest. “Gonna cum…”

Jisung takes a glance at your trembling legs, peering down between them to see your cum leaking past the Hello Kitty patterned underwear. Your hips raised for a sense of friction, desperate to have your cunt touched, “Someone’s ready to be stuffed full… gettin’ desperate so soon is pathetic, but you can’t help it, can you?…” “Mmm ngh-“ You choke, eyes sliding shut completely as he thrusts into your mouth one last time, keeping his cock deep in your throat until the last drop of cum slides down it. You swallow once, a lewd gulping noise hitting his ears and sending a shiver up his spine. Your chest heaves with air when he slowly pulls away, thick strings of cum and saliva connecting your glossed lips with the tip of his cock. “Well done,” he mumbles, breathless and trying to catch it quicker than you.

Jisung succeeds, moving faster than you, quickly slipping onto the bed before dragging you to lay under him. Your stomach flips when he touches your bare skin, tracing the dip of your hips, carefully avoiding your clothed cunt until you whine loudly and trap his hand between your thighs. You glare at him, wanting your way now but too spent to voice it properly. He smiles, a gummy, cute expression that doesn’t match the harsh way his hands pry your legs apart. “You’re being a real pain today..” he mutters in one breath, enjoying your defiance to a point, “Maybe I shouldn’t fuck you at all. I think you’ll learn to be a little nicer…”

You gulp, eyes softening immediately, “I’ll good…I promise.” A sultry gasp flies from your lips, brought on by Jisung’s hands groping the fat of your thighs, spreading them for a better view of the space between them. He ignores your promise, eyeing the glistening patch of wetness seeping through the soft fabric of your underwear. You watch him stare, face burning with sparks of shame running through you, turning into rivets of pleasure when he rubs his thumb over clit gently for a moment. The tight circles he makes on the sensitive nerves have your back arching and your hands raised to grip his forearms. Jisung chuckles lowly, glancing up to glimpse the look on your face, and he’s far from disappointed seeing the lost look in your eyes. “Didn’t I just buy these for you, lil one? I could’ve sworn..” he pauses, watching your mouth fall open with a high-pitched wail, brows furrowing in slight disbelief as his thumb migrates down to your entrance, pushing into it through the fabric. It’s an odd feeling, being finger fucked with your panties, but he makes it somewhat intoxicating. The thought of ruining something he recently gifted you made your head spin with embarrassment, but you couldn’t help but enjoy it.

“…you promised not to ruin them. Now, look at you, making a mess of yourself, doing exactly the opposite.” Jisung switched to fucking you with his index and pointer fingers, smirking when you tightened down on them and involuntarily soaked through the pink cotton completely. “Did…didn’t mean to…” you ramble while whining, writhing underneath him to keep from instinctively locking his hand between your legs again. He helps you settle down, absentmindedly pressing his free hand down on your left thigh, effectively keeping you open for him. “Little liar,” he muses into your ear, biting it gently as his fingers curl inside to hit a particular spot in your warm walls. Your eyes slide shut, listening to the sound of rushed breathing, wet fabric being forced into your cunt filling the room.

Y'all, I feel a new hyper fixation coming on…ive already made another tumblr account for it...

[ BONUS CONTENT +]

You know, moaning his name might be the answer to all of your problems…;) Credits to creator 🖤

[stupidnicknamehere]

Zolu ship from an Aroace's POV

Since this is my personal experience and very, very intimate, I don't plan to delve into more details, but after recent situations and some zolu shippers sharing their aroace identity, I thought I would share mine.

As an aroace person, I have never experienced conventional physical attraction, but that in no way means I haven't fallen in love. With my partners, I came to experience a close emotional bond of trust and attachment, which led me to fall in love. There was no sensuality, flirting or courtship. Physical intimacy was not an act of carnal desire either, but rather an emotional and close experience.

A lot of this has resonated with the Zolu ship for me. It is not about passions or carnal desires, it is about that emotional bond full of affection and genuine trust. It is not a fall in love produced by dopines, serotonins and oxycotins. It's about knowing a person, really knowing them, and not being able to imagine your days without them. For me, it is not feeling my heart race when I see them, rather the opposite, it is feeling calm and safe. It's not desperation or debauchery to jump into bed with them, it's the curiosity of sharing a new experience with your partner, even though you know you could be fine without it. And it can be great and satisfying, but you know that you couldn't do it with just anyone, only with the one with whom you share so many emotions and affections.

It is something so rare for me to find within fiction that I have not been able to help identifying myself, not in Zoro or Luffy, but in this way of loving someone. That is why, above all, I value their true relationship within the canon. It feels like "more than a friendship but less than a brotherhood". Unlike many fictional pairings, this is one of those few that is based on affection, loyalty, respect, good and kind things.

Yes, I am an aroace person and have had some of the experiences that many have said an aroace person is not capable of, and Zolu is not only a comfort ship for me, it also helps me affirm my identity. Maybe that's why many of us aroace love this ship, at least I think I can understand why aroace like their dynamics so much.

Like I said, this is just my experience and point of view.

Furthermore, there is no canonical sexuality for these characters, and just because you like to imagine that Luffy is an aroace who ignores romance and doesn't understand physical intimacy doesn't mean you should push it towards others.

And screw everyone who says that an aroace can't fall in love or enjoy sex with someone. For me, Zoro and Luffy fuck each other👌

[resi4skz]

A drabble because I had to write it down when I thought of it. Please don't mind my writing as I'm a new writer :(

Pairing: Chan(producer) x Y/N(female reader)

Title: Second Chances

When you know the person you love gets sweeped of her feet by another and all you....I can do is watch her be happy and in love. So much love that she invites me to her wedding as her bridesman. I couldn't refuse. Not when it's Y/N. She's my best friend and the only person who I relied on when my music career was starting off. She was there to pick me up when I had bad days. She was there to take care of me when I was sick as a dog and cured me till I was well enough to go back to work.

Now as I stand at the altar and watch her walk down the aisle. She was breathtaking. Her eyes shined holding the galaxy in them and the smile on her face brought a sudden boost of serotonin in everyone. She was like that. She was the one who cheered everyone up, including me. The room was brighter with her in it.

I catch her eyes and she smiles. It hurts. It hurts to know I never got to tell her my true feelings. I give her thumbs up as she walked to her husband-to-be, Shaun. They were in love, I knew that for sure. They met in her last year college and they hit it off right away. I had never seen her so happy. It hurt, my heart not be able to see her with him.

I watch as they read their vows and kiss, binding their future together. And then they both run outside, sit in a car and drive off to their lives together. Smiling, I watch the car fade into a dot. A tap on my shoulder brings me back to reality and turn to see her best friend and her boyfriend, Han, who's also my best friend too. "Will you be okay?" Luna asked.

"Yes," I replied, smiling and glance at Han. "I'll be fine."

"I know it must've been hard to see her go," Han said, patting my arm.

"Guys," I sighed. "It's not the end of the world. I've got my music and she got her happy ending. That's all that matters to me."

Or so I thought.

Because a few years later, I'm back in Korea. My music career took off and decided to move back to Seoul. It was a nice change for once and the environment took some time to get used to but knowing korean was a big advantage for me. It helped me a lot during the first few months here. I had help from Han as he also moved here with Luna and started their lives together.

On the way back to my apartment, I decided to stop by at the convenience store to buy some snacks. As I'm picking up a ramen pack, I freeze as I hear a familair voice. "Mom, I'm not going over with you on this one. Shaun and I are different now. It's best if-"

I hear her sigh. "Mom. I'm going to go. I'll call you when I know you won't berate me for picking a life that doesn't make me miserable anymore. Bye."

My eyes frantically search the store. It can't be. It can't be her. Then everything around me fades as I see her. Long black hair down to her back, wearing a very baggy shirt and tights that showed off her curves.

It can't be.

All the feelings and emotions that I had stored away come rushing back hitting me like a ton of bricks. All these years, I had always yearned for her. I wanted to be with her all the time. But now as she stand at the cash register speaking fluent korean, I'm rooted to my spot. Chan, you idiot, MOVE. It's only when she disappears from sight, that I sprint outside, after her.

"Y/N!"

She stops walking and turns around. Her eyes go wide. "Channie?"

Smiling, and nervous, I approach her. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Channie, what are you doing here?" She asked. A genuine question.

"I moved back here."

"Oh."

"What brings you here? Are you and Shaun visiting here?"

She blinks at me. Oh, way to go Chan, you just made her uncomfortable. "Shaun and I aren't together anymore."

"What?"

"Yeah, him and I didn't work out. He wanted different things. I wanted different things. So we decided to divorce," she replied.

"When?"

"Last May."

I take a step forward. "Why didn't you tell me?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "I wanted to but so much happened that I never got around to it."

She had eyebags under eyes and she looked like she hadn't been sleeping well. "Are you okay?"

Her eyes meet mine. "Yes."

But I knew her. She wasn't fine. "Starshine, you know you can't lie to me."

"Channie, I....I can't," she whispered.

Taking another step forward, I wrap my arms around her enveloping her in a hug. "It's okay. You don't need to put the tough act in front of me. You know I can see right through you, Starshine."

I hear her sob before her arms go around me. And she finally lets go.

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A couple of weeks go by, Y/N and I have been meeting up for coffee and lunch almost every day, catching up on the lost time. "So, Mr. Producer, when do I get to listen to the songs you made?"

I sip on my tea. "Say when and I'll take you to the studio."

It was so cute seeing her eyes light up like a child given candy. I chuckle. "Can we go now?"

Glancing down at my watch, I nod. "Sure. Let's finish our drinks and I'll drive us to the studio."

20 mins later...

I open the door to the studio and walk inside, with Y/N trailing behind me. I hear her whistle. "Wow. You weren't kidding when you said your music took off. It really did take off."

I chuckled. "Impressed?"

"Very."

Something in my heart blooms hearing her say that. "Have a seat." I turn everything on and wait for the screen light up. Opening my MacBook, I open a file and click play.

The sound comes through the speakers sitting on the desk, the melody immediately playing. Then my voice comes on and I feel my ears warming.

I'm never letting go

Let's go on a little walk, see the world outside

Don't wanna let you go

The way that you give me your hands, I'll fly

At times when I feel down or empty

You're always beside me

Promise that I'll love you plenty

I hope this'll never end for eternity

Lowering the volume, I swivel my chair around, facing her. "So?"

"Is that you singing?"

"Yeah," I rub the back of my neck. "It's pretty bad, I know."

"Are you kidding?" She says, smiling. "Channie, you voice is lovely! Why didn't you tell me you also sing?"

I laugh nervously. "The topic never came up."

"So, you're not just good looks after all."

I whipy head at her. "What?"

She rolls her eyes. "Like you don't know how many girls threw themselves at you and you never even looked at them."

"So? It's not like I was looking for anything," I replied.

"Why not?"

"Y/N, you don't want to know," I turn back around and turn everything off.

"But why not? There are a lot of women that would kill to date you."

Sighing, I stand and turn around. "But I don't want to date them."

Now she stand up. "Is there someone you like?"

I don't reply to her question. "Oh my, there is!"

"Y/N, just...."

"Who is it?"

Sighing, I turn for the door but she stops me by grabbing my arm. "Let go, Y/N."

"Tell me who the girl is and I'll let go your arm."

"Y/N, I don't want to talk on such things." I close my eyes, trying to hold onto the thin thread of my breaking point.

"Channie, we're best friends. If not me, who are you going to tell?" I know she means well but then goes and tugs at my arm. The thread breaks and I turn around, gripping her arms, I swivel around her and shove her against the door. "Chan, wha-"

"I told you to drop it. I told you to leave it alone but you just had to test my patience." I step forward, invading her privacy. "You want to know who it is I like?"

Her cheeks turn pink but nods, blinking up at me.

"It's you," I confess and take a big step back.

"What?"

"It's," I laugh. "It's always been you, Y/N. Even before you got married." I look at her and immediately regret telling her. "I know this must be a lot to take in but I promise you, I will never act on my feelings because I know you don't feel the same."

Then in slow mo, I watch her walk up to me. "Pabo," she whispers as she leans up, placing her lips on mine. When she pulls away, she smiles at me. "Who told you I don't feel the same? I've had a crush on you since high school."

I blink, once, twice and three times. "What....uhm. What?"

She snorts, laughing softly. "I'll admit I fell for Shaun and we chose different paths. And after running into you again, I felt alive again. You made me be me again. Thanks to you, I'm looking forward to everything. Because if it weren't for you, I'd have ki-"

"Don't you dare say it," I growled. I place my hands around her neck, making her look at me. "Never say that."

"Okay," she says but it came out as a whisper. "Chan-"

I don't waste another second and crash my lips down on hers. I always imagined what kissing her would feel like. But this was beyond my imagination. He soft lips opened, letting me invade her mouth. She tasted like strawberries. So sweet.

We break apart, our foreheads touching. "This mesns our friendship is doomed."

She bites her lip and giggles. "Second chances are one of a kind, at least for me."

And she was right. Second chances are one of a kind. But for me, this was the only kind of love I wanted to keep and cherish for the rest of my life.

[eaymtb]

It's been a while! I am not dead! I do have covid atm though! I'm finally not feeling like warmed over death today, which is nice. So, quick status update: Holy shit it's been a little over 6 weeks since I last actually posted an update about anything, and 7 weeks since the last chapter update. That's.... a lot longer than I realised. Whoops.

This depressive episode is kicking my ass a little, but I'm back on an SSRI now and in regular contact with my amazing doc while we fidget with the dose. Interestingly, I asked to test for either of the MTHFR gene variants since they can impact the body's ability to produce several neurotransmitters (serotonin, dopamine and norepinephrine amongst them), and it turns out that I do have one of them! My levels of folate and B12 are all a-okay though, so it shouldn't be affecting anything, but it's still nice to know. And now I have a few more things to keep an eye on with my annual blood tests. We had a really interesting discussion about it, too, because she didn't actually know how only having one variant would affect things, and she was quite excited about the research she'd been reading up on before my appointment relating to the psychiatric effects of the gene and it's variants. Have I mentioned she's amazing?

Anyway, I caught covid at my last check up where we agreed to the first SSRI dose increase, which is mostly annoying because at the start of the month I was finally feeling well enough to actively try a new thing: Depression Tetris! And I came down with symptoms on the exact day (Friday 9th) that I had planned with a friend to go to a park and find somewhere to sit and do some writing, ha. They have a goal to go for a walk somewhere new that they haven't been at least once a month but they can't drive, while I can and I want to go out new places as both exposure therapy for the agoraphobia and change of environment for the depression, plus outside in fresh air and (hypothetical atm given the weather) sunshine. The universe really said sit your arse back down, though, lol.

I haven't really added any pieces for the past 5 days for obvious reasons, which I'm a little sad about, which is also actually a good sign, since I want to add more tetris pieces, which is also why I'm trying this method in the first place. I can't make myself want to do things in general, but I can make my brain crave shiny little coloured-in squares that I have to fit together in such a way that no two touching pieces are the same colour, which is hilarious. Brains, man.

Anyway, all that to say: I'm okay! Still in a depressive episode but working on it in a variety of ways and I'm incredibly lucky to have some really good supports. Hopefully I'll get back to writing soon. I have at least one little empty 1x1 square I have to fill in where nothing else will fit, after all.

[forbidden-salt]

Breaking the Silence; My Mental Health Story for Worldwide Suicide Prevention Day

By ForbiddenSalt

9/10/2024

Trigger Warning: This blog post discusses suicidal ideation, depression, and mental health struggles. If you are in a vulnerable state, please read with caution, and know that support is available through resources like 988, friends, and loved ones.

Resources and helpful tools for self and loved ones provided below the fold.

My Story:

Suicide Awareness Day holds a deeply personal meaning for me. For years, I struggled silently with suicidal thoughts, depression, and anxiety, unsure of how to ask for help or whether I deserved it. Sharing my story now is not just about raising awareness, but about offering hope to anyone who feels the same weight I once carried.

At the age of 13, I began to experience something many people are hesitant to talk about—suicidal ideation. But it wasn’t until I was in college that I truly realized how dangerous those thoughts had become.

I remember one day when I was walking across campus from class to my dorm, lost in thought, and accidentally stepped off the curb without looking. A car was coming toward me. Instinctively, I jumped back, avoiding an accident. But what happened next startled me more than the near-miss. As I stood on the sidewalk, tears welled up, not because I was relieved, not because I was scared—I was upset that my instincts had saved me. I realized I wasn’t crying because I had narrowly avoided getting hit by a car; I was crying because, in that moment, I wanted to be hit. It would have been an "accident"—a way out without me having to act intentionally.

It dawned on me that this was something much more serious than I had admitted to myself.

This wasn’t the first time I had experienced suicidal thoughts, but it was one of the most shocking moments. I knew I needed help. I sought out a counselor at the campus health center and, for a time, tried therapy. When I went home for a break, I spoke to my doctor, and she prescribed me an SSRI. I confided in my family and was met with mixed reactions—some were supportive, while others expressed concerns about the medication, urging me to stop taking it as quickly as possible. This set up an internal battle for me; I began starting and stopping my medication over the next few months, caught between fear and shame; and eventually quit all together.

Suicidal ideation lingered in the back of my mind for years. I wished for a pause button, a way to make the world stop so I could catch my breath and somehow not fall behind. I dreamed of getting hurt or sick enough to be hospitalized, just so I could take a break from life’s demands. But I never let myself act on those thoughts.

It wasn’t until my mid-20s that things got so bad I returned to therapy. This time, it was different. My new therapist helped me understand that I wasn’t “crazy”—I was carrying the weight of childhood trauma and years of struggling to survive. She diagnosed me with complex PTSD, and for the first time, I felt understood. Her support gave me the strength to make significant changes in my life, including moving to a new state.

There, I found another therapist who continued to guide me through the ups and downs. I started back on an SSRI and have stayed on it ever since. Through this process, I realized that what I had been dealing with wasn’t just emotional—it was also biological. My body wasn’t producing enough serotonin, and my chronic illnesses, were compounding these mental health struggles by denying my body the tools to make its own serotonin and through the weight of the symptoms. Especially for a while before there was any answer or treatment plan in sight.

I went through EMDR therapy, talk therapy, and put in the hard work to heal. I focused on my physical and mental health, fighting for answers and for my life. Slowly, I began to reclaim control. I started to recognize the warning signs of passive suicidal ideation and created an action plan for when those thoughts creep in. I don’t go to therapy as often now, but I still have touch-base appointments in case something changes.

Through this journey, I’ve learned so much about myself and the nature of mental illness. Depression, anxiety, and PTSD were not signs that I was lazy or difficult, though I was often labeled as such. They were symptoms of a much deeper issue. I wish people could see that depression isn’t a mindset or mood and suicidal thoughts are not selfish—they are the final, fatal symptom of a disease.

It took a long time for me to accept that what I went through wasn’t my fault. I wasn’t to blame for the trauma I endured or the way my brain and body responded to it. And if you’re reading this and find yourself in a dark place, I want you to know you are not alone. I know what it’s like to stand in the darkness for so long that it starts to feel like home. But I also know that it is possible to fight back, to heal, and to find hope again.

If you can’t fight for yourself right now, I encourage you to reach out to someone—anyone—who can sit with you in your pain. Let them help you find a therapist, a doctor, or simply help with daily tasks. It might not be the person you expect. For me, one if my company leaders had noticed my depression and helped me find a therapist. I had a best friend who sat with me over the phone while I sobbed broken hearted, encouraging me to seek help if I needed it. That going to the hospital if I needed it wasn’t shameful or weak but brave and admirable. It was my grandmother, who spoke to me daily, reminding me of my faith and offering love when I couldn’t love myself and felt those I loved most didn’t love me.

Faith also played a huge role in my healing. I’ve had my share of questions and anger, but my belief that God could handle my questions and my rage helped me through some of the darkest times. I questioned why my life was going the way it was, why I was feeling the way I did, if He knows everything before it happens, if he’s all powerful why didn’t he step in to change the course of my life away from this. My questions turned to anger and I had to keep reminding myself that God had shoulders big enough for my anger, my tears, my pain. That I could toss all of it at him and he’d still see me still, love me. I never doubted his existence, and honestly to this day I still don’t have all the answers but I’m sure one day I’ll understand and I’ve realized I was still loved even when I couldn’t see it.

My family eventually came around too. Even my dad, who I had thought didn’t believe me, recently admitted how scared he had been for me after he had kept his fears hidden for years since it had gotten bad. We were able to talk and he listened, shared his point of view, and made the effort to understand. He allowed me to assure him I was safe now, I was doing better, and it’s changed our relationship for the better. While I had found my way to stability without knowing if my family believed or supported me, learning my family did care enough to worry, cared enough to learn, and loved me enough to listen even if what I said was hard to hear meant the world to me.

If you’re struggling, know that there is help out there. Call 988 for support, reach out to friends, hug your dog or cat, cling to your faith—whatever gets you through the next moment. Each day is a step, and that’s enough. It doesn’t have to be a leap—it just has to be forward.

Resources for support below:

Here are some coping strategies:

1. Box Breathing: This simple technique can help reduce anxiety. Breathe in for four counts, hold for four, exhale for four, and pause for four. Repeat until your heart rate slows and you feel more grounded. You can do this while on a video call too just let your eyes glide along the edges of the screen while you hold and breathe.

2. Straw Breathing: Another great calming tool—take a deep breath in, and then slowly exhale like you’re blowing through a straw. It mimics the relaxing response of the parasympathetic nervous system and helps you focus.

3. Journaling: I started journaling, reminding myself it didn’t have to be perfect. It was just for me. I stopped feeling guilty if I skipped days or weeks and let the words flow when I needed them. If you struggle with journaling, try creating an anonymous blog where you can rant and vent without worrying about dates or continuity. I have a separate Tumblr just for this—a void I can yell into when I need to.

4. Bilateral Stimulation: Butterfly taps—crossing your arms and tapping on opposite shoulders—helped calm me during moments of stress. This was especially useful during EMDR therapy, which became one of my strongest tools.

5. Creating a Routine: I used to go to the gym to cope before my chronic illness made it harder, so I shifted to art as a form of expression. Creating anything—whether it’s a routine or a creative outlet—can make a difference.

6. Boundaries and Emotions: Learning boundaries and reconnecting with my emotions was vital. One book that really changed my perspective was Rage Becomes Her by Soraya Chemaly, which helped me embrace my anger as a valid emotion. Learn how to advocate for yourself and establish boundaries. This takes time, but it’s one of the most empowering things you can do for your mental health.

7. Prioritize Yourself: Make time for what you need—therapy, the gym, a bath, or a doctor’s appointment. And allow yourself to rest. Your mind and body will force you to stop if you keep ignoring the warning signs.

8. Taking Shortcuts: Too tired to make a proper meal? That’s okay. Eat food however it comes—deconstructed meals are all the rage anyway. I’ve had moments where lunch was just handfuls of cheese and lunch meat. The goal is to nourish yourself, and sometimes that means being kind to yourself about how you do it.

10. Create Safety Nets: If you're heading somewhere that could be triggering, plan for it. What’s your exit strategy? Can you bring a comfort item, like a fidget toy, a blanket, or a stuffed animal? Having a plan can give you a sense of control.

11. Redirecting Negative Thoughts: When I get caught in negative thoughts, I ask myself if these thoughts are helping me process emotions or if they're just hurting me. If I’m not ready to process them, I work on redirecting my focus to something more helpful.

13. Emotional Support Animals: If you can, get an emotional support animal. My mini schnauzer has helped me through so much, even though she doesn’t know it.

How can I help a loved one:

1. Listen First: Before jumping to solutions, take time to listen. Validate the person's feelings, and let them process before suggesting how to fix things. Most of the time, they already know the solution; they just need space to work through it.

2. Stop Shaming Mental Health: Be mindful of how you talk about mental health. I’ve overheard loved ones shaming people for being "selfish" or "foolish" for being depressed, anxious, suicidal and even those that did commit suicide not knowing how often it was on my mind. Those words made it even harder to speak up and ask for help.

3. Fear and Guilt Are Not Helpful Tools: Fear and guilt are not effective motivators when it comes to mental health. I once told someone close to me that I didn’t believe people who commit suicide go to hell. Just as someone who passes from cancer doesn’t go to hell for how they died, I believe the same for depression—it’s an illness. They responded that they hoped fear of hell would keep me from acting on those thoughts. I explained that, by the time someone is ready to act, they likely don’t care anymore. The weight of the pain is overwhelming, and fear or guilt won’t pull them back.

4. Recognize the Signs: Suicidal ideation, passive suicidal ideation, and suicidal plans are all dangerous and need treatment and support. It may begin with passive thoughts like, “I wouldn’t mind if I didn’t wake up tomorrow,” but those can shift into active planning if left unchecked. Just because someone hasn’t acted on it doesn’t mean they don’t need help. Depression doesn't always look the same for everyone. It could be messy rooms, low energy, or a lack of interest in things that once brought joy. It could also look like reckless behavior, withdrawing, or joking about death. These subtle signs shouldn’t be brushed off—they’re as important as overt cries for help and worth a check as little as “hey you keep making these jokes, I just want to make sure you really are okay?” If someone is talking about feeling hopeless, giving away possessions, withdrawing from loved ones, or engaging in risky behavior, these are red flags.

5. Offer practical support: Whether it’s helping with daily tasks, providing a ride to a therapy appointment, or just sitting quietly with them, practical support can be a lifeline.

6: Encourage professional help: Gently suggest therapy, medical care, or other professional help if the person hasn’t already sought it. Be patient and compassionate, understanding that reaching out can be terrifying for them.

7. Be present: Sometimes the best thing you can do is just be there. Your physical and emotional presence can provide comfort, even when there are no words.

If you have a loved one who you worry is going through something, or has confided in you and you are worried for them. Don’t wait. Speak to them. Ask them how you can help, what’s going on, listen. If you’re afraid for them, even after they have gotten to the other side, don’t let your fears tear at you for months, tell them then listen and trust that when they say they are good, have come out the other side have an action plan for when they notice the signs - belive them. If you can’t let it go still, seek your own support. The fear of loosing someone you care about is worthy of attention. If you’re reading this because someone you love is struggling with suicidal thoughts, thank you for caring. Supporting someone with suicidal ideation can be incredibly difficult, but your presence matters more than you might realize.

If you or someone you love is struggling, find Resources for Support:

1. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: Dial 988 for immediate help in the U.S. Available 24/7.

2. Crisis Text Line: Text HOME to 741741 to connect with a trained crisis counselor.

3. The Trevor Project: Focused on supporting LGBTQ+ youth, The Trevor Project offers crisis intervention and suicide prevention services. Text START to 678678 or visit their website.

4. NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness): NAMI provides free, confidential support for mental health concerns. Call the NAMI Helpline at 1-800-950-NAMI or text NAMI to 741741.

5. The Jed Foundation: Focused on mental health support for teens and young adults, the Jed Foundation works to protect emotional health and prevent suicide. Visit jedfoundation.org for more information.

6. The Veterans Crisis Line: Veterans and their loved ones can call 988 and press 1 or text 838255 for confidential support. Available 24/7.

Suggestions for Keeping Yourself Safe:

1. Create a safety plan: Write down a plan for when suicidal thoughts occur. This could include calling a trusted friend, therapist, family, distracting yourself with an activity you enjoy, or going to a safe place where you can feel grounded and making an appointment with your doctor.

2. Reach out to a support network: Whether it’s friends, family, or a therapist, let someone know how you’re feeling. It’s important not to isolate yourself when you’re struggling.

3. Remove means: If you’re feeling unsafe, remove items that could be harmful or ask someone you trust to hold onto them temporarily. There is no shame in this ever.

4. Practice grounding techniques: When suicidal thoughts take over, try grounding yourself with techniques like deep breathing, focusing on your senses, or engaging in mindfulness exercises. These can help bring you back to the present moment. Call on your faith if you need to to get by, play with your pet anything to help you get grounded and move through the feeling

5. Remember that feelings pass: In the heat of the moment, it can feel like the pain will last forever. But emotions are temporary, and feelings—even the darkest ones—eventually pass. That feelings are normal and natural and have no moral judgement, feel it, acknowledge it, and let it move through knowing another feeling will come your way take its place.

Recovery isn’t pretty, and life isn’t perfect; but you are worth fighting for.

[amandacanwrite]

Summoning Serotonin by Amanda Cessor

Content Warnings|| Heavy themes around depression, loneliness, failure. Mentions of suicide. Please let me know if there are any I missed. Summary|| A desperate human summons a demon in the hopes that they can trade their soul away for a neurotypical brain and a break from their depression. A/n|| I very intentionally wrote this story without anything that identifies the narrator's gender. Please imagine who you see fit there, whether that be you or someone else.

Genre: Contemporary, Paranormal

So, I’ve decided to sell my soul to a demon.

I know what you’re thinking, that seems a little extreme, but, hear me out.

I have spent so much time, money and energy trying to fix myself. I’ve tried and tried and tried to rid myself of my myriad of mental illnesses, only to watch my life fall apart around me again and again and again.

At this point, I’m either going to sell my soul or off myself. Either way, I wind up burning in Hell. I might as well make the most of the years I have left on this dumpy planet before I spend eternity swimming in a lake of fire.

So, here I sit — on a Friday — that way I have the weekend to enjoy my newfound neurotypical brain. Who knows, maybe I’ll even take a shower.

Big plans, you know?

Honestly, I’m really surprised by how little is required to summon a lord of night? A little sulfur, some graveyard dirt, a few black candles, and a couple drops of my blood. Considering the state of things, it isn’t hard to part with.

I start by drawing a pentagram in chalk on a clearing I’ve made in the clutter and mess on my coffee table, using my sleeve to buff out a coffee ring on the cheap furniture. I place a black candle on one corner for fire, graveyard dirt on another to symbolize earth, sulfur on another for the element of air, a glass of red wine on yet another corner for water. Finally, at the very top, I prick my finger and smear a fat glob of blood to link the spell to me and to represent the fifth element of the soul.

“Hear me, O, knights of Hell,” I say, my voice warbling with my own embarrassment. “Rise from your fiery pit and heed my call!”

This is all the ritual said to say, but once done, I only catch the faint whiff of the sulfur and watch as black wax trickles down onto my already-ruined coffee table. I run a hand through my oily hair and sigh. I’m stupid to think this would work. I’m stupid for even trying it.

I’m about to head back to bed and sleep the day away when the doorbell rings. I jump at the sound — I have visitors so infrequently that I have long forgotten what it even sounded like.

I stand up and go to the door, peeking through the grimy, smudged peephole. Outside of my door, I see a vaguely person-shaped blob. I figure it’s a neighbor that’s come to complain about the smell of rotten eggs. I unlock the door and open it, finding a smartly dressed man with black hair.

And … horns?

Oh.

“You called a demon?” he asks.

“Uhh …”

“May I come in?”

“Yeah, of course.” I scramble as I step out of the way.

He lets himself in and strides to my sofa where he sits and wrinkles his nose at the lingering odor of the sulfur I had used to call him. Then again, I haven’t been able to clean the apartment in the last two months. So, maybe he’s reacting to that.

I shift between my feet awkwardly, and he pats the seat next to him, beckoning me over.

I come sit with him, and he snaps his fingers, producing a manila folder with my name on it. He opens it. A pen materializes and drops into his hand, and he jots something down.

I can’t see what he’s writing.

“Alright, so why did you summon me today?” he asks.

“Uhm — I was hoping to make a trade.”

“Mhm — and what are your proposed terms?”

“My soul? For uh —” I sputter, “a properly functioning brain and ample neurotransmitters?”

He lifts his head and looks at me, his eyes scanning from my greasy hair to my stained T-shirt to the sweatpants I never bother to wash.

“I’m not sure if you’re aware, but Hell is rather overpopulated right now,” he says as he sets my file off to the side. “We aren’t really trading for souls unless the soul in question is rather remarkable.”

I stare at him for a solid fifteen seconds.

“Are you telling me,” I say, “that I’m such a mess that I can’t even trade my soul away for some peace?”

“I’m telling you,” he responds, “that between all the politicians, the billionaires, and the mega-corporate CEOs, we don’t have much space for anyone else. And, to be quite honest with you, your soul is worth more than a trade for mental health.”

I let out a laugh. It sounds unhinged.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you when I work up the gumption to end it,” I retort.

“Unlikely, we don’t take suicides anymore either.”

He scans my apartment again and then looks at me.

“You’re not in treatment.”

It’s not a question.

“What’s the point if it can’t fix my broken brain chemistry?”

“It isn’t about fixing you, there’s nothing to fix.”

“I can’t get out of bed before one in the afternoon. I haven’t showered in five days. I have no friends, and I can’t keep a tidy home. How can you say there’s nothing to fix?”

“Those are just symptoms of an illness.”

“Yes — the illness I’d liked to cure,” I say. “I just want to be normal.”

“What is normal? Who’s to say that I grant you the cure for your depression, your anxiety, and your ADHD and you don’t later wind up with some other problem down the line that you can’t control? Illnesses just require a little management.”

“I don’t want to manage it. I want to cure it. I can’t be happy until I fix it.”

My tone is getting more and more angry. Tears burn my eyes. The demon sighs and looks around my apartment again. He stands and begins to gather garbage in his hands. Empty instant noodle cups, candy wrappers, soda cans.

“Do you know anyone with diabetes?” he asks.

“What does that have to do with anything?” I ask.

He goes into my kitchen and grabs a trash bag and starts filling it with garbage. Anything he can find.

“You don’t see diabetics giving up on life because their bodies can no longer process sugar the way everyone else’s can. They take medicine, they find alternative sweeteners, they learn how to work around their malfunctioning pancreas.”

I watch as he continues to clean my apartment, waving his hand like he’s Mary Poppins and levitating a stack of my books onto my bookshelf. I wince as he opens my blinds and my windows. A breeze flows into the room and I realize just how stuffy it’s been lately.

“Why should your mental health be treated any differently?” he continues.

“Diabetes doesn’t ruin friendships?” I say, almost annoyed with the comparison.

“Says who? Alcohol metabolizes as sugar. What if your friends only like to drink and party? What do you do when you can’t drink anymore?” he points out.

“Those don’t sound like very healthy friends," I say.

As soon as the words tumble out of my mouth, he sets me with a deadpan look. One perfect brow arched as if to say you’re proving my point, you idiot.

“Losing friends because of your mental health is more of a reflection of those friends, not you," he tells me, just incase I can't put it together myself..

“But, I get so clingy and needy. I lose my mind with people.”

“Because you’re not in treatment. Those things get better when you go to therapy and start taking medication for your poorly functioning synapses. You learn tools to regulate your emotions, and you find people who understand you when you can’t regulate.”

He tosses a dishrag at me and starts doing my mountain of dishes. I stand up and join him at the sink and a quiet falls between us as we work away at the stinking pile. I put them away as I dry them. When the pile is nearly done, I finally ask him.

“Why are you doing this?”

He looks at me before looking back to the dish he’s rinsing.

“You’re in a bad way. You just need a little stepping stone. A clean flat is a good start. Then, maybe after a long shower, we’ll call some doctors and schedule you an appointment so you can get the treatment you need,” he says. “If you don’t feel better after getting the help you need, I’ll take your soul. But you better think of something more fun to trade for than curing your depression. Give me a challenge, for God’s sake.”

I laugh first.

And then I cry.

The kind of crying that seems endless — streams and streams of tears that seem to come from some bottomless reservoir. He pats my back, and I feel catharsis for the first time in months. Maybe even years.

Is this what it’s like when someone understands you? When someone can see your pain and can speak directly to it?

“I can’t believe I had to summon a demon to get something so small as help cleaning my apartment and scheduling a doctor’s appointment,” I say.

“I bet there are people around you that would have been happy to help you — I bet you struggle with asking.”

“It’s hard,” I say through hitching tears. “I’m so ashamed.”

He nods and offers me a black handkerchief; I take it and wipe the wetness from my face.

“It gets easier once you get the help you need. Medication, therapy — those are stepping stones too. And once you’re well enough to do these basic care tasks, then you can tackle finding friends that care about you, curating goals and dreams you want to accomplish,” he says. “Living is a lot easier when you have something to live for.”

I have no idea how he reads me to filth, but I appreciate it.

“Now into the shower with you — I’ll get the flat cleaned in the meanwhile," he says with doting fussiness.

When the demon is ready to leave about four hours later, my apartment is spotless. It smells like peaches (he gave me some scented candles), and I have both a therapy and psychiatrist appointment booked for the following week. It has been a long time since I felt hopeful. For once, I see light at the end of the tunnel.

When he stands to leave, I don’t want him to go. He seems to sense this because he sighs and looks at me.

“I’m afraid I can’t stay, but you know where to find me. I’m your caseworker now, so if you have need something — and I do mean desperately need —” He holds out his hand, and I watch curiously as a wisp of black smoke spins there, faster and faster, thicker and thicker, until it solidifies into a band of black stone, “use this. Spin it on your left index finger three times counterclockwise, and I’ll come to your aid.”

He holds it between his elegant fingers and drops it into my hand. I slide it onto my index finger, and it fits perfectly. Made just for me.

“How do I repay you for everything?” I ask.

“The sulfur and blood will do. I’ll check in after a few months and see how you’re faring,” he says.

I nod and smile at him. “Thank you, again, for everything.”

His lips curve slightly in an enigmatic smile.

And, then, he is gone.

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I hope you enjoyed this little short story. It's one that is very near and dear to my heart and represents conversations I've had with heartbroken friends and also, myself. Sometimes things are hard and we need a helping hand. If you are thinking of harming yourself, please call or text 988 (if in the US) or find your local crisis hotline here.

Tagging a few people who stated interest in reading this: @carrotsinnovember @whateverwarrior @lightningsrikes @a-crystallen-author @jessicagailwrites @artbyeloquent @csdarkfantasy @dyrewrites @dru-reads-writeblr

(PS I'm blown away that of you were excited for this little story, I really hope you liked it and that it didn't disappoint.)

[blackmageeljin]

Hey! Just wanted to reach out and let any followers mostly here for my work on Repeat:|| know that I AM STILL WORKING ON IT! I REALLY AM!

I have about 20-25k words currently unpublished and am like... 1/2 to 2/3 to the end. I'm sure with Missing Link dropping soon KH will be driving the serotonin bus again and the hyperfocus will Get It Done.

Previously, it was easy to denote a section as 'done' when they moved on from a world, and so I could easily publish those sections. But as I entered the finale, keeping all the timey whimey stuff sorted and dealing with significantly more moving parts and suddenly a much larger cast of characters, I resolved to not begin posting again until the whole thing was done so I would have the luxury of shifting things around as needed.

It has taken a lot of time and recovery to just be able to feel comfortable using Tumblr again, or posting any kind of writing. I have a few Hazbin fics up because that fandom is generally less changed and it is easy to hide behind the Asexual Vore Demon. Also, I am not playing 5 dimensional time travel chess writing for it haha, so it is something that is just a lot easier to produce if I am not having a good health day. But honestly, even that took a lot of courage and I waited a long time before posting, as my agoraphobia became significantly more severe for a while. I spent a lot of time catching up in JJBA in the past few years too, but haven't posted any of the writing I've done for it for fear of the witch hunting doxxing campaigns that go on over ships and things over there.

Admittedly that has taken longer than anticipated for a lot of reasons ranging from ye olde social anxiety and fandom drama to just real world stuff. A tree fell on my house! On a happier note, I now have two goats and they are named Xehanort and Eraqus.

Admittedly, besides logistics, I am waiting until it is done to post because I don't want to deal with any drama/fallout for how I handle things like Xehanort's Actual Motivations™, how characters who have previously not had screen time get characterized, my understand of certain metaphysics, people being upset things Are Wrong when in fact I am referencing something that is explicitly canon from KHUX and such that they haven't played, a lack of understand of the inherent themes of moral philosophy and the duality of history, and, you know, people generally being bitchy. The finale is a turning point in a few ways, in that both the tone shifts and that it's when all the 'hot takes' come fully to light, so I am nervous. For people who have been nothing but supportive I will finish this. For you and for myself and for Sora and Xeha. But fuck if fandom spaces aren't as safe as they used to be, and I'm tired.

As a teaser some general things to look forward to are: Riku finding out about The Boyfriend, light squad screen time, yelling at Yensid, Ansem SoD but he has awkward estranged dad energy, ominous Vanitas implications, things that come out of Lea's mouth, Kairi being relevant.

And if you read this far, here's a lil preview snippet for you:

"After I do that, you gotta hand over your guardian.” Sora clarified. When Ansem nodded he reached his own hand forward and shook.

“Deal.”

Sora half expected some kind of sinister dark magic to flare up when they shook hands… but nothing happened. It was almost anticlimactic, just a normal handshake. That was… good? But it still left Sora waiting for the other shoe to drop again.

Sora turned around to face the other two who had come with him. “Alright then. I… guess I have some work to do.”

Xehanort began to answer, only to be cut off.

“Oh, and Sora? One more thing.”

Sora half turned back to the heartless, getting ready to give him an ear full for trying to pull something, but-

“Be sure to take careful care of my youngest self. By Vanitas’ logic, he is as my precious baby brother. It would be remiss of me not to do my familial duty and ensure the well being of his heart.”

To which Sora, unsurprisingly, turned bright red and began floundering helplessly.

“You!” Xehanort was not faring much better.

And Vanitas had gone from poorly hidden laughter to full blown cackling. Then he stepped forward and high fived the Heartless.

And that was… huh.

Something about that, about seeing Ansem of all people acting like a regular guy… high fiving his friend and laughing over something stupid and- and normal like teasing someone over their boyfriend and not something super evil or sadistic. He was a Heartless- and in a way, Vanitas sort of was too, right? But right now they were just acting like regular everyday people…

Sora adopted an overly dramatic serious expression and gave Ansem a salute. “I’ll have him back by 10, sir!”

“Sora!” Xehanort hissed full of betrayal. Sora flashed him an apologetic grin. Ansem’s grin was significantly less apologetic, if not amused.

“Good man.”

[shraqsmuses]

You have Luvia's favorite pink girls, Junko and Baiken!!

She loves her pinkette's rough and crude~~

"What in the… I don't know who this Luvia girl is but what is she calling me 'rough and crude' for? I haven't been THAT brutish in a while! Does she think I'm gonna whip her the moment I look at her? That's nearly insulting!

"Nay. I plan for the downfall of my cohorts. Do you believe the Killing School Life was exclusively planned through the whimsical cacophony that rattled my mind in days that are a worthwhile distance away from the one in which we stand? I had to learn more about all of my classmates. Their motivations, talents, personalities, relationships amongst themselves, preferences, the things they abhor… All of this was taken into consideration as I devised what was ultimately a drama meant to appeal to my amusement.

"Then again… That got too boring for me. The thought of knowing everything that was gonna happen was going to put me in a really bad mood. I could already feel the tears swelling up to my eyes, engulfing my vision as the first case proceeded without any deviation from my plan. It made me realize just how empty my chest felt at that moment. I had to fill it with something that would give it the energy to keep the blood in my body flowing through its many vessels or there was a probable chance I might've just become catatonic… That's why I had to kill my sister. I had to fight through the remorse to keep myself alive. The woe of such a betrayal was what my heart demanded in order to convince my heart to keep my heart. She probably still hates me for that right now. Realistically, anyone would. I don't even know how I could make it up to her. Should I? She probably doesn't even want to see me again for the rest of her life.

"Does that make me rough and crude? Maybe. I wouldn't fight against the idea of being a vulgar woman. I can be crass if people want me to, even if I would rather be more personable. I think that's what I want to be right now."

"… I was plannin' on saying something back to that 'Luvia' gal but I don't really know if it would feel right after all that. I wasn't expecting her to spout all o… Wait.

"Hrmph!"

Baiken's arm arose from her white, loose sleeve and her feet lunged her body to the side before her fingers clasped onto Junko's pale arm. Her eyes peered at Junko's free arm, watching its fingers briefly wiggle in rapid waves before she took a step back and pulled her ensnared arm upward, causing the former to jolt in place and her foot to slide forward in a few milliseconds. Baiken's black coat swung forward along with her tattered sleeve while Junko's strawberry twintails blew behind her, her light blue eyes violently vibrating in place before they locked onto the ronin's lone, pink eye and eyepatch.

"I had a feelin' you still had some stress inside you despite that spiel you went on. There a reason why you threw your hands at me?"

"As my hypothalamus is currently distributing an abundance of cortisol to my nervous system as a result of my psyche remembering my distressing and complicated memories of my sister, I desire an apparatus I can compress so I can reduce the amount of it and possibly counteract it with the production of serotonin. If I were to allow myself to continue remembering these thoughts, there's a possibility my lacrimal glands will produce an excess of tears. I believe it imperative for me to compress a preferably pliable apparatus in order to aid in diminishing these distressing memories. I may resort to pleading in desperation should you choo--"

"ShhhRRSH! Errgh. I figured that's what you were aiming for. I usually don't have anything to say to people like you but given everything you just said…"

Baiken's wide thighs flexed and stretched her toeless greaves into the ground while her grip onto Junko's arm tightened before it swung it down and tossed it away from her. Just as she saw Junko's face and shoulders twist in her peripheral vision, Baiken launched her right shoulder forward and slammed it into the back of her cardigan, sending her blubber into a wobbling fit, loosening a few buttons and pulling down her black, spotted bra far enough to have her chest's fat plunge further away from her clothes.

"Don't try to 'squeeze' out any stress you're feeling if it's severely bothering you. It's better to face it straight on and acknowledge why it bothers you so much. Know what's distressing you and see if you have any way to fix it. That's all I have to say to you for now. Try using me as a stress toy again and the soil's gonna know the way you taste really well."

"Wh… I… Wait. Come back. No. B--But…

"PLEAAAASE come BAAAAAACK! Don't let my thoughts about my sister make me feel worse! I couldn't even do the cool counter I wanted to do against you! Waaaaaaaaaaaaahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

[candy-floss-crazy]

With a scientific name translating as 'Food Of The Gods', having been eaten for centuries and a taste loved by most people, chocolate is actually a fascinating substance. 1 Its First Shipment Was Mistaken For Sheep Poo We might well have enjoyed the delights of chocolate earlier in this country, if it wasn't for a case of mistaken identity. A Spanish shipment of goods was seized off the coast in the 16th century. But when they opened the sacks of cocoa beans they were mistaken for sheep poo and destroyed. 2 Chocolate, Along With Coffee, Was Once Associated With Rebellion King Charles felt threatened by the coffee and chocolate shops in 1660's England. It had became a drink of the intellectuals and radicals, and he felt they would be meeting to plan subversion. Spain and France didn't have this problem as there it was reserved as a drink for the privileged. The insurance house Lloyd's of London, actually started in a coffee shop. 3 Many Of Our Favourite Chocolate Bars Are 100 Years Old Cadbury's Flake, Fruit and Nut, and the crunchy bar date from the 1920's. Mars Bar, Milky Way, KitKat, Maltesers, Aero and Smarties from the 1930's. This was the golden era of chocolate creativity. An interesting fact, is that the much loved Cadbury's Cream egg, was actually a J.S. Fry's product. It wasn't branded Cadbury until much later. 4 Chocolate Consumption Dates Back 5000 Years Archaeological evidence suggests that people from the Mayo-Chinchipe civilisation were ingestion cacao based products some 3000 years B.C. The Maya poeple were evidently consuming it as a drink between 250 and 850A.D. And it was very popular with the legendary Aztecs. I suppose it was their version of quaffing champagne whilst on a day out at the races. A good cup of cocoa and a few human hearts being cut out. 5 White Chocolate Was Actually A Children's Medicine In Switzerland in the 1930's, doctors tried to improve the health of young patients by giving them vitamin enriched milk. But the older kids thought milk babyish. The addition of cocoa butter resulted in the accidental invention of white chocolate. 6 The Claim That Chocolate Is An Aphrodisiac Is False Damn, I always liked this one. The Aztecs may have been the first on record to draw a link between the cocoa bean and an increase in sexual desire. Montezuma was reputed to have consumed the bean in large amounts to fuel his romantic trysts. There are actually two chemicals in chocolate that do have an effect on sexual desire, tryptophan and phenylethylamine. The first is a building block of serotonin that sexual arousal chemical. The second a stimulant released when people fall in love. Sadly scientists reckon that the amount in chocolate is so low as to have no discernible impact. 7 The Largest Cup Of Hot Chocolate Ever Made Was 1059.4 Gallons It was produced to celebrate Three Kings Day and was achieved by the Municipio de Uruapan (Mexico), in Uruapan, Michoacán, Mexico. It contained 600kg of locally grown chocolate. I bet that had enough tryptophan in to gets things rising. 8 The Most Expensive Chocolate Dessert The Frrrozen Haute Chocolate, which costs an eye watering £12,000, was added to the menu New Yorks Serendipity 3 restaurant. Made in partnership with a luxury jeweller, the sundae uses a fine blend of 28 cocoas. Including 14 of the world’s most expensive. It is then decorated with 5 g of edible 23-carat gold, served in a goblet lined with edible gold. The base of the goblet is an 18-carat gold bracelet with 1 carat of white diamonds. The dessert is eaten with a gold and diamond spoon, which they graciously allow you to take home. I should bloody well think they do at the price of a small car. I would want to be spoon fed it by Heidi Klum for that price. 9 Melts In The Mouth Chocolate is the only edible substance to melt around 32°C , just below normal human body temperature. That’s the reason chocolate melts in your mouth. The scientific name given to the tree that chocolate comes from is Theobroma cacao, means “food of the gods.” The smell of chocolate supposedly increases theta brain waves, which triggers relaxation. Chocolate has over 600 flavor compounds, while red wine has 200, it is actually quite a complex substance. It takes approximately 400 beans to make a single pound of chocolate. 10 We Offer A Range Of Hot Chocolate Carts For Your Event From our Victorian themed wedding carts, to a horse box for those outdoor events, you can have a range of themed offerings. All with our range of delicious drinking chocolate. Choose from everyone's favourite Cadbury's to the upmarket Charbonnel Et Walker. All served with cream, marshmallows, sprinkles and a range of syrups to add extra flavour. Read the full article

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Thank you!! And sorry that I ended that message kind of abruptly. I had somewhere to be, but yeah I feel really good about it. She told me to stop looking up stuff because I think she thought it wasn’t helping, but I actually think it helps me. Knowing why I’m the way that I am and how to deal with that makes me feel like I have a bit more control over it. I also know it takes people years to get diagnosed with any type of neurodivergence so I was expecting to be ignored on that front tbh. All in all, not happy about the meds because I wanted to get off the Xanax that my doctor had prescribed, and she agreed that I shouldn’t be taking that, but then she said I will need other meds. I have seen a lot of people get off anxiety meds so I was hoping to start working towards that goal instead of changing to a different set of meds, but they might work better! I feel like Xanax makes me very tired but doesn’t really stop the anxiety, it’s like it slows down every part of my brain except the one it should be. I’m also just not a fan of taking anything, not because I’m against medicine or anything like that, but because I don’t want to take something unless it’s completely necessary. I will of course take whatever I’m prescribed and listen to the psychiatrist but I’m hoping it’s something I will be able/allowed to stop taking at some point, even if it’s in a few years when everything is maybe more under control. But I’m feeling optimistic!

yea look again do what’s best for you and experiment tbh. see what this psychiatrist suggests/prescribes. Again, only you’ll know what’s best for you. I also do think - and this is going to be something only you can answer and only with sufficient experimentation though - that if you need meds then you need meds. I can only confidently speak for me right but I need meds because my brain is just very bad at processing serotonin, right, like it doesn’t want to be happy and when it’s not happy it’s not regular levels of “I guess this sucks” unhappy, it tricks me into thinking all sorts of dark ass rubbish and makes me very fucking dysfunctional. I read a book that I won’t recommend about happiness and it talked about how sadness is a natural emotion/state and modern society is too obsessed with being happy and all sorts of great artists produced their best art while sad and my takeaway was like 1) a bunch of great sad artists have killed themselves so idk if that’s really the flex this moron who wrote the book believes it to be 2) if I could be as productive as those people when I’m in an episode maybe I would indeed sit with my sadness but like when I have a bad episode I… don’t function. My brain needs help to achieve base levels of human functioning when it’s doing its little misery episode. Obviously it needs the right kind of help, and I think I could and perhaps one day will find natural alternatives to SSRIs, and lifestyle changes can and do help, but fundamentally idk how much woo woo shit I would need to do in order for my brain to have regular people’s levels of serotonin without help. That said, I’ve also tried like seven kinds of SSRIs and combos of SSRI + anti anxiety medications + just anti anxiety medication + hormone/thyroid medication combos with it all before I found the combo I’m on now and I AM pairing it with lifestyle right like lots of exercise and sensible dietary choices and meditation but I can’t think how much running and meditation I would need to do in order for the serotonin to like… work lol. And also maybe this stops working again idk that’s why I journal a lot too to like monitor this shit because I don’t like going to the bad place ykwim? I want to stay out of it. Anyway.

I think of it as like if I had T2 diabetes right I’d take medication for it AND ALSO PAIR IT WITH LIFESTYLE CHOICES. I wouldn’t take the meds and drink sugary drinks and eat white bread and be all shocked pickachu face that my insulin is still fucked and my blood sugar levels are doing funny things and I feel like shit but I also wouldn’t stop taking meds because like… if I had T2 diabetes then I’d know my body is bad at producing insulin, just like my real body is bad at producing happy hormones. That said, some people DO manage T2 purely with lifestyle and natural alternatives and again like do what’s best for YOU and what feels right and only you would know that.

Again, best of luck for this and all I can say is tbh you know best. And do your research.

[prachiblogs]

Blog Post 2: Sleep and Wellbeing

Wake Up to the Importance of Sleep for Your Mental Health

What is the first thing you sacrifice when life gets busy? If you are like most people, it is sleep. Between work, family obligations, social commitments, and finding time for yourself, high-quality shut-eye is often the first thing to go. But prioritizing sleep is one of the most crucial things you can do for your overall mental wellbeing and resilience. Maybe you think you can get by just fine on 5-6 hours per night. However, studies indicate that persistent sleep deprivation might have a negative long-term impact on your psychological well-being, mood and cognitive function (Scarpina et al. 2021). It takes more than simply a lack of sleep to make you feel drowsy and distracted. It greatly raises your chances of experiencing major mental health problems, such as depression, anxiety and even suicide thoughts.

Figure: Tips for Healthy Sleep

(Source: Walsh, 2021)

In one study, participants with insomnia were found to be 10 times as likely to develop depression compared to those without sleep issues (Hertenstein et al., 2023). Another analysis revealed that non-depressed participants with sleep problems were 4 times as likely to develop depression over the following year. The correlation is staggering. So how exactly does lack of sleep mess so significantly with your mental and emotional state? The intricate neurological mechanism and sensitive brain chemistry involved in restorative sleep ultimately determine this. While one sleeps, your brain is actively producing the mood regulating chemicals serotonin and dopamine. Cortisol and other excess stress molecules that could build up over the day are also removed (Boucher&Plusquellec, 2019). When ondon’t get enough sleep, you lose any sense of equilibrium and become agitated, anxious and mentally worn out.

Figure 2: Illustration for Importance of Sleep for Health

(Source: Ekman et al. 2022)

Healthy sleep habits also support crucial cognitive functions like focus, decision-making abilities, learning, and memory formation (Ekman et al. 2022). Miss out on that high-quality REM sleep, and your emotional processing and regulation skills take a major hit too. In this instance, sleep should be viewed as a potent everyday tool for bolstering your mental and emotional resilience in our hectic, high stress modern existence, you are better able to face obstacles and curveballs without losing your composure when you have enough sleep.

Of course, improving sleep is often easier said than done, especially in the face of chronic insomnia, shiftwork, or other sleep disruptors. However, evidence-based treatments such as cognitive behavioural therapy (CBT) are available that are specially designed to target the beliefs and actions that interfere with getting a good night’s sleep (Dobson& Dobson, 2018). Here's a simple CBT technique to try if you struggle with racing thoughts before bed:

Set aside 15-20 minutes each night to write down any lingering worries, stressors, or unfinished tasks circulating in your mind. Getting these out of your head and onto paper can create a sense of closure rather than letting them swirl endlessly as you're trying to unwind.

Resist the temptation to watch TV, look through your gadget, in the last few minutes before going to bed, resist the impulse to watch TV, browse through the electronics, or engage in other stimulating activities. Here, we can select relaxing pursuits to get your body and mind ready for sleep, such as easy yoga poses or light reading.

To relieve any mental strain, engage in some soothing breathing techniques while the wind is down. As one tummy grows, take up a leisurely breadth through your nose, holding it for a time, and then softly exhale through pursued lips. Interestingly, the simple exercises of focusing on our width may effectively are quiet in distracting thoughts. 

At the end of the day, treating sleep as a crucial component of your self-care routine is one of the most potent ways to safeguard your psychological well-being. Start prioritizing quality sleep, and you will notice major benefits for your mood, concentration, resilience, and overall mental health. Your well-rested self will thank you!

References

Boucher, P., &Plusquellec, P. (2019). Acute stress assessment from excess cortisol secretion: Fundamentals and perspectives. Frontiers in endocrinology, 10, 461220. DOI: https://doi.org/10.3389/fendo.2019.00749

Dobson, D., & Dobson, K. S. (2018). Evidence-based practice of cognitive-behavioral therapy. Guilford publications.

Ekman, R., Fletcher, A., Giota, J., Eriksson, A., Thomas, B., & Bååthe, F. (2022). A flourishing brain in the 21st century: A scoping review of the impact of developing good habits for mind, brain, well‐being, and learning. Mind, Brain, and Education, 16(1), 13-23. From: https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/pdfdirect/10.1111/mbe.12305

Scarpina, F., Bastoni, I., Cappelli, S., Priano, L., Giacomotti, E., Castelnuovo, G., Molinari, E., Tovaglieri, I.M.A., Cornacchia, M., Fanari, P. and Mauro, A., 2021. Psychological well-being in obstructive sleep apnea syndrome associated with obesity: the relationship with personality, cognitive functioning, and subjective and objective sleep quality. Frontiers in Psychology, 12, p.588767. From: https://www.frontiersin.org/journals/psychology/articles/10.3389/fpsyg.2021.588767/pdf

Walsh, P. (2021, February 9). Self-care: Good sleep as part of mental health recovery. MyMind https://mymind.org/self-care-good-sleep-as-part-of-mental-health

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Impact Of Hormonal Imbalance In Twenties

Your twenties are a time of fun, eating, and, for the most part, excellent health. You might be surprised to learn that hormone abnormalities can affect women even in their twenties. Numerous vital bodily processes, including mood, metabolism, sexual health, and a host of other things, are regulated by hormones. It doesn't follow that your hormones are always balanced just because you're young. In actuality, a lot of young women experience the negative impacts of hormone imbalance without even realizing it. From a top provider of hormone imbalance Naturopath treatment, you can get essential knowledge and advice for leading a lifestyle that encourages tip-top hormonal balance. 

As a young woman, your body depends on a variety of hormones to regulate vital processes. If these hormones are out of balance, which can happen when you have an excess or deficiency of a certain hormone, it can lead to several health problems. Hormonal imbalances can be the cause of mood swings, infertility problems, irregular monthly cycles, and more. 

The Major Hormones Are:

Your age may prevent you from realizing that these symptoms are caused by hormone imbalances, leading to an untreated condition. The primary hormones that the bodies of young women depend on are:

Estrogen: The principal female sex hormone, estrogen is mostly produced by the ovaries. It promotes everything from regulating bone density to modulating mood, in addition to playing a crucial role in the menstrual cycle."

Progesterone: Progesterone is also produced by the ovaries and is crucial for the first trimester of pregnancy.

Cortisol: Cortisol is a crucial stress hormone that aids in controlling your body's sugar and immune systems so you may react to stimuli in a healthy way. But, if it stays high for an extended amount of time, it can harm your health. 

Thyroid Hormones: These hormones control vital bodily processes like respiration, heart rate, body temperature, and metabolism, making them among the most significant hormones in the body. 

Hormones, especially in young women, follow the menstrual cycle on a monthly basis. These modifications may have an impact on mood as well as hunger. Hormone fluctuations are normal, but sometimes they can be too severe, leading to irregular cycles and unusual mood swings. In addition, low energy, acne, and undesired weight gain can all be caused by hormone imbalances. 

Living a healthy lifestyle that includes getting enough sleep, eating balanced food, and managing stress can control the production of hormones. These adjustments, however, are insufficient for some. The best course of action is to have your hormone levels examined if you think your body may be experiencing an imbalance. 

Keep An Eye On Your Mood Shifts & Body Cycles

A series of events are set in motion by the rise and fall of hormones during the menstrual cycle. These fluctuations are influenced by key hormones like progesterone and estrogen, as well as hormones produced in the brain, specifically luteinizing hormone (LH) and follicle-stimulating hormone (FSH). LH regulates the functions of the ovaries, while FSH triggers ovulation when it surges. Women often feel the happiest and most energized during the first few days of their cycle since estrogen and serotonin levels gradually rise throughout this time. 

Some women experience a noticeable increase in libido during the extremely brief ovulatory phase of their cycle due to the release of estrogen. Then, a drop in estrogen and an increase in progesterone are indicated in the latter days of the menstrual cycle. This change is frequently followed by a rise in stress, anxiety, and irritability.

Recognize Your Triggers

Although women's hormonal responses can be predicted by the phases of their menstrual cycles, hormones are highly sensitive by nature, and irregular cycles can cause a disruptive feedback loop that can be difficult to break. This is the case for many women. Hormonal imbalance symptoms can include mood swings, anxiety or sadness, painful or irregular periods, headaches, sleeplessness, gastrointestinal problems, and excessive facial or chest hair growth. 

Your body is essentially attempting to alert you that something is wrong with the way its chemical messages are functioning. Stress, birth control pills, endocrine gland abnormalities, inadequate nutrition, and environmental contaminants such as BPA and phthalates are the most frequent offenders responsible for the imbalance.

Eat A Balanced Diet

The items you eat on a daily basis, along with staying hydrated and getting adequate sleep, can make a big difference in keeping hormone imbalances in line. These are often underestimated or neglected methods. An anti-inflammatory, gut-friendly diet low in highly processed foods and high in lean protein, healthy fats, and probiotics is advised by experts. Additionally, you can seek advice on SIBO Naturopath from an expert.

Consult An Expert

If it turns out that your body is not balancing its hormones, consult expert therapists. They will work one-on-one with you to suggest lifestyle adjustments, nutritional supplements, or bio-identical hormone replacement treatment to help you regain balance. Together, they'll ensure that your body is producing the right amount of hormones to support optimal health and well-being through improved sleep, metabolism, and other physiological processes. 

[the-invisible-queer]

Lol yes, it’s been a few years now but I’ve seen him in person 3 times: at a coffee shop with Nick, at a restaurant with Sophie Turner (RIP 😬) and the aforementioned time he had his Big Dick Sweatpants™ on at the gym. Celebspotting is common in LA and I also saw Nick two other times and Kevin once before I moved. I never actually spoke to any of them or anything, but I did think they were all very handsome in person (excepting the two times I saw Nick with a buzz cut which I am Very Not Into on anyone for personal reasons) even though, like I said, I’ve never been that into them otherwise. Joe in particular is very attractive irl and has one of those magnetic presences about him that some celebs have…very captivating and charismatic, just like an energy where you can instantly tell why they’re famous. My friend who was at the restaurant with me when we saw him and Sophie said he gave off real life Disney Prince vibes lol and he totally did. I support your decision to avoid meeting him if you’re not prepared for him to be hotter in real life bc in my experience that’s most celebs tbh, including him. The camera just doesn’t do anyone complete justice.

I need you to know I just turned into a fucking teenage girl

I HATE THAT HE TURNS ME INTO A GIGGLY BITCH BRO

But I love that fucking dude so much it's INSANE

I had no idea that falling in love with some 17 year old dweeb performing on TV would continue to affect my life for the next almost 20 years

When I dropped him in 2011 I never thought I'd fall back in love with him

Even in 2015 when I welcomed him back into my life with DNCE and then in 2019 with the JB comeback I didn't think I'd ever be back on my Joe bullshit to this extent again

But he really does mean so much to me

As does Kev and Nick

Like they've been there for me more than anyone outside of my family

Which is why the fucking parasocial relationship is so strong

And it's sad because I know this is just another fleeting fixation

I'll always be a Jonas Brothers fan til the day I fucking die

But with the way my brain works in a few months I'll move on to the next thing that produces serotonin in my brain

I would love for them to have the mainstay power that Paul has had for almost 11 years

But I know it's unlikely

He'll probably be demoted to what Sebastian Stan has become since the Bucky brainrot died

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Consider becoming spiritual in some way. Spiritual doesn't necessarily mean religious. Just consider thinking about more than your physical body. Spiritual activities can make you feel more secure about the world you live in as well as answer questions you may have in your mind that have long gone unanswered.

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[omegapheromone]

I've been sweating miserably all day for multiple reasons (mostly humid warm weather that is tolerable when outside bc wind but as soon as I get indoors it's miserable bc my entire body flushes all warm and I start sweating, but ALSO pre-heat most likely) it's been so bad it's even been dripping from my HAIR all day, and I would have stayed home if I could, but I needed to run a sudden errand in town at a short notice and so I decided to get a few other errands out of the way in one go.

I've had a really interesting day though. Somehow my omega instincts were awakened when I had this brief interaction with a very helpful child at the store when I was looking for some cold drinks and snacks, because normally I'm quite neutral about children and don't feel an urge to take care of them beyond what any normal person would feel, but I guess today my brain just decided to start producing stupid amounts of serotonin from just... because a small child, maybe 8 years old at most, super polite and well-mannered, helped me find a thing that had been moved to another shelf when I was looking for it at the store, when THE KID noticed I was looking around a bit confused where the thing used to be.

Now I'm finally home though, back in my nest but with a few really tasty cold drinks that are currently helping me cool down, and I'm still thinking about that nice kid at the store, it just brightened my day very unexpectedly