#he needs a therapist

[xx3bvvx]

04:

Cale responded to the gazes directed at him. “I’m still trash.”

It's happened many times that Cale calls himself trash, even though nobody would believe him. But I think he sees himself that way because he's the only survivor from the battle against the 2nd unranked monster. Remember when he was in the failure test? What did the system say?

– Error. Cause determined. The voice continued. – There are numerous worst failures in the challenger’s mind. There is no ranking of failures in his mind. – He can not forget any of his past failures and recalls them all equally. – His uncertainty and fear for potential future failures are also on equal footing. – Unable to choose one due to the existence of multiple worst failures.

For Cale, every failure feels like the worst, regardless of its nature.

The numerous footage glowing green started breaking. The failure of surviving the battle against the unranked monster alone. The failure of seeing team members being injured for the first time since joining the company. The failure of losing a subordinate for the first time after becoming team leader. The potential failure of people around him getting hurt in the future.

And dude, after knowing about that, he just said

‘…Oh, this is good.’

Seriously, dude? If anyone's up for volunteering to send him to see a therapist, hit me up.

[soultiio]

guilt

[msnihilist]

My controversial Ben 10 opinion is that the people who idealize AF S1–2 as the perfect characterization of Ben don't want to accept that he's fucking boring.

Not Ben himself, of course. He's still silly and impulsive and a huge dork. But, narratively speaking, what is there to do with him?

Really. Stop and think about it for a second. AF Ben is pretty much perfect. He's mature, he's a good leader, he's an accomplished fighter who thinks outside of the box and has solved a number of conflicts without fighting. He doesn't really have room to grow — he's already damn near reached his full potential.

It's fine when there's a big, overarching plot for him to focus on/overcome, but the series wanted to be a little bit more episodic, and AF Ben just doesn't carry those episodes — not in a fun way, at least. "The Gauntlet" and "Alone Together" are great character-driven episodes, but I wouldn't call them fun.

AF S3, whether you agree with the characterization shift or not, not only makes sense for Ben's character but provides a new avenue down which to explore it.

I mean, what would have happened in S3 E1 if Ben's characterization hadn't changed? He wouldn't have agreed with Kevin on hacking the Omnitrix, for one. Kevin never would have been mutated and we wouldn't have had that trigger to explore Kevin's character and his budding relationship with Gwen — episodes like "In Charm's Way" and "Trade-Off!" (both of which are great for this) wouldn't have happened.

Ben wouldn't have had a problem to overcome, and he would have kicked Vilgax's ass as soundly and easily as he always has before.

Which is good, in-universe, but makes for a pretty uneventful episode when this is a TV show that's supposed to be entertaining.

I literally just don't understand why people have a problem with Ben's character having more layers.

Ben's cocky attitude has always been shown to be a façade. When things get serious, so does he — in "The Final Battle," the Ultimate Kevin arc, the Malware arc... Even when no one is around to impress, like during "The Ultimate Sacrifice" and "Malefactor."

AF 1–2 Ben isn't gone — not even close. He's just hidden under a layer of self-flagellation and false arrogance because, beneath all of it, Ben is and always has been a scared kid who's just doing the best he can to keep everyone safe.

[bi4demibuddie]

Man I fucking hate this Eddie and Chris storyline. It really feels like Helena and Ramón got what they always wanted, to take Chris from Eddie because they think he is not fit to be a father.

Do they understand that taking Chris away means taking him away from all his friends? From a good school that meets Chris' needs? That it just allows Chris to avoid the issue, and not talking about it isn't the healthiest of ways to deal with this stuff? That maybe leting a 13 year old make a decision within 24 hours after the issue manifested, when emotions are high, is not the best approach?

They saw an opportunity to take Chris away and they jumped on it. And the show has the gall to treat it like they are doing good by Eddie.

Fuck that.

[sir-davey]

Jonathan 😈😘

Look at him

Look at him NOWW 👹😍✨ my princey boyo

Hehehehehheheeee

Aw man, it’s been a busy week 🥲 But I finally got a chance to post our boiii 😈 Here’s how I draw Jonathan!! He had a big redesign over the summer from his old, stinky design 🤢 but now I love him very much and I’m pretty happy with how he is 🥰

My pretty prince boi 😍 with an unholy amount of angst tho ✨

Here are some more sketches of him hehehe 💕

Whenever I write about Jonathan, I have always given him a more reserved, internally anxious, observant personality from years of abuse and being pressured by his father, due to Saul’s paranoia. It’s as though Jonathan’s emotions are constantly being drained away, just to be drained into endless grief and frustration. But David would be the one to lift his burdens, so that he can finally see where his destiny lies. David and Jonathan are not one without the other, literally. I always see them aiding each other in some way, and that’s the beauty of their relationship 💕✨

Oh and btw, I have made a David ref as well, but I’ll probably redraw it because errrrr… I don’t like how he turned out 😞

I shall one day make his ref design, so these two pookies can be together 😼💞

[luolii]

everytime rick describes nico’s eyes as “shattered glass” or “pools of ink” etc i want to lay on my bedroom floor and cry

[croh3]

there is so much wrong with mista. he's very funny but oh my god

[iscariotapologist]

today in church one of the priests referred to trans people as "those who are growing into the gender they were called to be" and i'm kind of enjoying the idea of like....divinely ordained top surgery

[trashart00]

The streets are saying the special takes place on Strike Back-Evolution-Multiplication-Destruction night

Transcribed because handwriting:

Claw: Aw look, it’s the sad, pathetic, wet cardboard version of me

Chat: I cataclysmed a man

Chat: And I would do it again

Chat: The darkness consumes me…

Chat: Just as my cataclysm consumes him

LB: we��ve had a day

[kindnessoverperfection]

Please, if you can, take a moment to read and share this because I feel like I'm screaming underwater.

NPD (Narcissistic Personality Disorder) stigma is rampant right now, and seems to be getting progressively worse. Everyone is using it as a buzzword in the worst ways possible, spreading misinformation and hatred against a real disorder.

I could go on a long time about how this happened, why it's factually incorrect (and what the disorder actually IS), why it's harmful, and the changes I'd like to see. But to keep this concise, I'll simply link to a few posts under the cut for further reading.

The point of this post is a plea. Please help stop the spread of stigma. Even in mental health communities, even around others with personality disorders, in neurodivergent "safe" spaces, other communities I thought people would be supportive in (e.g. trans support groups, progressive spaces in general), it keeps coming up. So I'm willing to bet that a lot of people on this site need to see this.

Because it's so hard to exist in this world.

My disorder already makes me feel as if I'm worthless and unlovable, like there's something inherently wrong and damaged about me. And it's so much harder to fight that and heal when my daily life consists of:

Laughing and spending time with my friends, doing my utmost best to connect and stay present and focused on them, trying to let my guards down and be real and believe I'm lovable- when suddenly they throw out the word "narcissist" to describe horrible people or someone they hate, or the conversation turns to how evil "people with narcissistic personality disorder" are. (Seriously, you don't know which of your friends might have NPD and feels like shit when you say those things & now knows that you'd hate them if you knew.)

Trying to look up "mental health positivity for people with npd", "mental health positivity cluster bs", only to find a) none of that, and b) more of the same old vile shit that makes me feel terrible about myself.

Having a hard time (which is constant at this point) and trying to look up resources for myself, only to again, find the same stigma. And no resources.

Not having any clue how to help myself, because even the mental health field is spitting so much vitriol at people with DISORDERS (who they're supposed to be helping!) that there's no solid research or therapy programs for people like me.

Losing close friends when they find out, despite us having had a good relationship before, and them KNOWING me and knowing that I'm not like the trending image of pwNPD. Because now they only see me through the lens of stigma and misinformation.

Hearing the same stigma come up literally wherever I go. Clubs. Meetings. Any online space. At the bus stop. At the mall. At a restaurant. At work. Buzzword of the year that everyone loooves loudly throwing around with their friends or over the phone. Feels awesome for me, makes my day so much better/s

I could go on for a long time, but I'm scared no one will read/rb this if it gets too much longer.

So please. Stop using the word "narcissist" as a synonym for "abusive".

Stop bringing up people you hate who you believe to have NPD because of a stigmatizing article full of misinformation whenever someone with actual NPD opens their mouth. (Imagine if people did that with any other disorder! "Hey, I'm autistic." "Oh... my old roommate screamed at me whenever I made noise around him, and didn't understand my needs, which seems like sensory overload and difficulty with social cues. He was definitely autistic. But as long as you're self-aware and always restraining your innate desire to be an abusive asshole, you're okay I guess, maybe." ...See how offensive and ignorant that is?)

Stop preventing healthcare for people with a disorder just because it's trendy to use us as a scapegoat.

If you got this far, thank you for reading, and please share this if you can. Further reading is under the cut.

NPD Criteria, re-written by someone who actually has NPD

Stigma in the DSM

Common perception of the DSM criteria vs how someone may actually experience them (Keep in mind that this is the way I personally experience these symptoms, and that presentation can vary a lot between individuals)

"Idk, the stigma is right though, because I've known a lot of people with NPD who are jerks, so I'm going to continue to support the blockage of treatment for this condition."

(All of these were written by me, because I didn't want to link to other folks' posts without permission, but if you want to add your own links in reblogs or replies please feel free <3)

[babypeachypeach]

Anakin makes me so uncomfortable in Attack of the Clones.

[xx3bvvx]

02:

Rereading when cale used the fiery thunderbolts for the first time and started coughing out blood, cale then said:

He was in pain. He had never felt this much pain ever since he came over to this world.

That means when he was Kim Rok Soo, he was used to this kind of pain, maybe when he was a little kid who was abused by his uncle, or at the beginning of the cataclysm when he was trapped under the rubble of the building, or his days as a rookie in team 1, or when he used instant. That explains why cale hates pain, but also explains why he doesn't care about being in pain because most of his life was filled with pain.

[raynewolferune]

Meta Jazz, the Arkham Intern Therapist Pt1

Update 5/16/2024: Congrats guys, gals, and others! You have planted the seeds and they have grown. Today I wrote another 46 pages on this story (the first section was only 9 pages ya'll). I'm working on splitting it up into smaller sections so I can post it now because tumblr said no to doing it as one piece. I'll be using the tag #Meta Jazz Arkham Intern Therapist if you want to follow it.

Original Note: I'm going to go ahead and apologize for how OOC Bane is in this. It originally was Joker but I couldn't see Jazz tolerating his proximity for more than a single millisecond so Bane it is.

~*~*~

The hardest thing about being a Meta in Gotham was responding appropriately during a Rouge's attack, Jazz mused to herself. Or perhaps that was just the hardest part about being a Meta intern at Arkham while studying psychology at Gotham University. Or maybe it was just her, she considered watching the guards and Dr. Rylie whom she'd been shadowing for the past 2 weeks wide eyed, pale, and shaking as theybstared at Bane behind her. It must just be her, Jazz decided, newbie guard Kyle Jennings was definitely a Meta after all. She should probably give him some tips on hiding his enhanced strength considering how often he broke mugs, door handles, and other delicate items used in daily life.

"Weapons down or I'll snap her skinny little neck." Bane growled out, shaking her slightly for emphasis. She very much doubted that. Liminials were built different than the standard Meta, stronger, faster, better endurance, and senses even if they could mostly appear to be standard humans on the outside.  As such, their bones and muscles were much were much denser than regular humans or even Meta humans. Technically, she could be considered "invulnerable" much like the Kryptonians are.

"Back up! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie  shouted at the guards. "She's my student! Let him through!" His voice was higher pitched than she could recall hearing it before.

Ah. That was panic.

Jazz sighed involuntarily and glanced over her shoulder at Bane. Why the man had grabbed the only person close to his own height nearby was a mystery to her - no, nevermind, he clearly meant to use her as a shield - but it made looking him in the eye more difficult than necessary.

"Mr. Bane, remove your hands from my person, please." Jazz stated calmly, channeling what Danny called her inner mom as she spoke. "I will give you to one to comply."

Bane looked stunned for a moment then laughed.

"Five."

The laughing continued. Jazz could sense a stir of uncertainty through her colleagues as they looked on.

"Four."

"Did you really think that would work?" Bane snorted out, arms tensing more around her.

"Three." She continued, indifferent to his words from her experiences raising her brother. Once the count down starts you mustn't respond to anything the kids do or say until they comply or the count is done.

"What cab you even do if I don't?" Bane asked darkly breathing directly in her ear. She kept her face expressionless despite the urge to express disgust.

"Two."

"Jasmine..."  Kyle whispered halfway across the hall from her looking on with a pained and horrified expression. Gun tilting towards the floor. Sloppy.

"One." She finished and Bane gave a derisive snort.

Then she was moving. Hauling the enormous man up and over her shoulder using the arm that had been wrapped around her neck. Bane hit the cold tile hard enough that the tiles, subfloor, structural supports, and part of the concrete foundation buckled beneath him. His shoulder popped out of joint, his wrist cracked - a hairline fracture by the sound of it -  and his breath was punched out of him from the force of impact. She released his arm as soon as his was embedded in the tiles and moved forward. Kneeling over him, support most of her weight on her left foot resting on the broken ground, her right knees pressed firmly across his throat without supporting any of her weight. The position put more strain on her muscles than she would've liked but at least Bane couldn't risk fighting back without crushing his own neck in the process. He could hardly throw her while flat on his back with a mangled arm.

"Now," Jazz began, looking directly into the behemoth's pained eyes. "Do you know what you've done wrong?" She asked like she would have done with Danny as a child.

"Yes, Ma'am." Bane choked out. Jazz heard movement and murmuring behind her. She didn't turn to look.

"What did you do wrong?" She asked. It was important to make sure children correctly understood why they were in trouble after all. There was a long pause as Bane appeared to cast around for the exact right answer as if he feared getting it wrong. A bad habit Danny still uses as well, Jazz thought to herself.

"I tried to hold you hostage," He choked out in a rush, words tumbling over one another as he tried to get them all out. "I scared you coworkers and it was very disrespectful."

So he'd gone for the grab-bag response. It wasn't wrong per sey but it did indicate a past history of abuse. The type of answer given by someone who expected to be harmed or ignored if they gave the "wrong" answer. Danny tended to use that method also and their parents had always been negligent at best.

"And are you going to do it again?" She asked giving him a Look as she did. Bane's eyes widened and he tried to frantically shake his head as much as possible with the pressure on his neck.

"No, Ma'am." He promised fervently.

"Alright then," Jazz said giving him a warm smile. She gestured vaguely towards the guards without turning to look at them. "Kyle here is going to take you to see the nurse and then back to your room then. I'm sure you'll behave for him?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll behave." Bane said. Jazz stood slowly asking sure not to put any additional pressure on his neck as she did. Kyle came and stood next to her as the giant of a man slowly pulled himself to his feet then led him away with 5 other guards.

Jazz heaved a sigh. Well, time to find out whether or not she could play all that off as normal, non-Meta human behavior.

[starry-bi-sky]

this just in: danny fenton is just as much of a mask as Brucie Wayne? - another danyal al ghul au

Turns out, being placed in a civilian family who have no knowledge of your background is actually detrimental to the health and development of a child assassin due to lack of proper support! Surrounded by strangers in a foreign city, Danyal Al Ghul does as assassins do best. He hides. Espionage is one of many teachings one learns in the League, and it only takes half a day for Danyal to construct a new persona to hide behind: Daniel Fenton.

By the time dinner rolls around, Danyal al Ghul is safely and securely tucked behind the face of Danny Fenton; brand new adoptive child of the Fenton family who came from overseas. A shy, quiet little boy with a thick accent and curly hair, with brown skin and blue eyes, and an avid interest in the stars. The best fictions are always cobbled together in a little bit of truth, it's some of the only truth he ever lets through. He apologizes in a meek voice for his behavior early, he didn't mean to be rude, and he watches the three of them eat it up with coos.

Lies roll like silk against his lips, he struggles to meet their eyes and offers them his weakest, shyest smile. It's too easy. It's easy to go from there.

Danny Fenton, adoptive son, shy and awkward and unconfident but friendly. Who struggles in his classes and isn't the brightest, but tries his hardest. He makes bad jokes and has a quick tongue and a sarcastic mouth. He wants to be an astronaut. He's got the best aim in school, and is a terrifying dodgeball player. He's one of the least athletic kids in his grade.

It's like playing two truths and a lie, but there's only one truth, and the rest are lies. It's easy to pretend when he knows it's insincere.

Danyal Al Ghul, grandson to the Demon Head. Deadly, trained assassin. Has spilled blood, has had blood spilt from. Environmentalist, animal activist. He loves the stars. He owns a calligraphy set. A sharp tongue, an even sharper blade. He's clever, quick-witted, he would be top of his grade if he tried harder. He purposely doesn't.

He misses his family. He misses his mother, and he misses his brother. Mother visits a few times a year, so few times that he can count it on both hands. He cherishes every visit, as brief as they are. It helps remind him who he is.

Sam and Tucker are Danny's best friends. They've never met Danyal, but Danyal's met them.

It becomes routine to become Danny Fenton. As familiar and as easy as pulling on a shirt in the morning. Danyal wakes up and is always first to the bathroom in the mornings; stares at himself in the mirror until he can finally see Danny staring back at him. At night, he locks his door and sheds the mask.

Dying throws a wrench in his mask; splits a crack straight through the porcelain. He's able to smooth it over with sandpaper and liquid gold, but it's a little hard keeping his ghost form under wraps. It instinctively wants to shift to show his true self. Danyal can't have that, he's spent four years as Danny Fenton, he'll spend another four as him as well. Even if the feeling of the hazmat suit in his ghost form feels restrictive, like a too-small shirt suctioned to his skin that needs to be peeled off.

He'll live. Er-- well, you know what he means. It's frustrating however, trying to keep his Danny Fenton mask up even as Phantom - fighting in the air is something he needs to get used to, and the sudden propping of powers throws him off. But he is nothing if not adaptive, and he hates that he needs to slow his own skills down in order to keep pretenses up in front of Sam and Tucker.

The first time Danyal summons a sword when he's alone, is one of the few times Danyal gets to grin instead of Danny. He's fighting Skulker, and from an invisible hilt he draws a katana from thin air. It startles them both. Skulker takes a step back at the smile that spreads across his face.

They're both silent as Danyal examines his new sword.

"Do you know what people like me do to people like you, poacher?" Danyal finally asks him, the accent he began to hide a few months in slipping through. He drops all pretense, dragging the flat end of the blade slow and appreciatively against his palm. It's a good make, and when he cuts it through the air, it slices through like butter. He looks up at Skulker with a smile; "are you ready to find out?"

When Sam and Tucker ask about why Skulker seems so skittish around Danny now, Danny shrugs at them and says with a playful smile; "I don't know, I guess I kicked his butt too hard after our last fight." and he watches as Sam rolls her eyes exasperatedly, and Tucker snickers with his own joke.

By the time he reunites with Damian before their 15th birthday, Danyal is buried beneath so many layers of Danny Fenton that his brother will need a shovel to dig him out. He's not sure what he'll find.

[jadecantcreate]

more krew scribbles: therapy edition

[afterthelambs]

i adore Maruki as a character because he's simultaneously the most relatable depressing character that will make you cry with empathy, and the goofiest wettest cat loser in the game like what do you mean youre a licensed therapist and your first response to trauma is to brainwash a girl, project ur relationship issues onto a 17 yr old boy, and then rule the world in a golden leotard? bro went from 0 to 100 so fast??? anyway he's like 30% of the reason why p5r works as well as it does