#how am i supposed to sleep after that

[bumble-b-goode]

if i had a nickel for every time beloved fictional characters sacrificed themselves to save others this week, i would have two nickels- which isnt a lot but its sad that its happened twice

[cursesavior]

NEW MILGRAM

HARUKA IS JUST GONE???? IM GONNA FUCKING CRY DID THEY ACTUALLY KILL HIM... IM FREAKING TF OUT NOOO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BRING HIM BACK IM BEGGING YOU GOD I CANT DO THISSSSSS AAAAAUGHHHH

shidou and mahiru are ALSO gone which is interesting. like mahiru makes sense bc she was in critical condition during trial 2 and was implied to be on her deathbed during the last timeline event, but shidou was physically fine... which i think means it's likely that he killed himself after being unable to save mahiru (and haruka?). OR amane got his ass, but i think the latter makes more sense.

[goldenretrieverpaladin]

wait so the “wearing the symbol of the Duskmaven” was a small attempt at protecting the Call’s members against an avenging angel à la Exodus, right? just in case for contingency?

I can’t believe all of THAT shit happened and this is what I’m thinking about but

[peachpopfizz]

pov you are jorge rivera herrans 5 minutes after causing your fans severe psychological damage

[cubitodragon-moved]

After watching that, let’s add CC!Cellbit to that list too.

There’s something so gleefully malicious that the bodies at Spawn are only now being cleared away, within hours of certain people coming online. I see what you’re doing, admin team. I see how it is, Cucurucho.

/wags finger at knowingly

[ducklingpia]

❗️guys please put on your earphones

EXCUSE ME!!!!

This scene!!!!! This scene had me blushing like crazy nobody could do it like this mannnnnn 😩😩😩 he’s such a sensual man I’m going insane

And I don’t care what anyone said bc his EN VA is TOP-TIER for me

THE SOFT BREATHY, HUSKY TONE in his voice always makes me melt into a puddle 🫠

Rafayel EN VA idk who you are but if you’re reading this, I hope you have a good day, I hope your pillow are always cold, I hope every time you put your hand in your pocket you always find random money, I hope your neighbors are very quiet, I hope all your favorite menus are always in-store, I hope every time you buy groceries things always on sale, I hope you never have to wait more than 30 seconds in a red light

Everybody say it after me, thank you for doing the God’s work, thank you for existing, Thank you Rafayel EN VA

🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

[parasocialqueen]

THE PARALLELS WHEN NEIL IS IN THE NEST WITH TSC ARE SICKENING. Wdymmmmm “jean was forbidden to use French but he’s whispered it to Neil when Riko wasn’t close enough to hear.”

I AM GOING TO LOSE MY FUCING MIND ISTG

[generalhugs17]

Just rewatchted. Yes, I agree with you.

What an ending

I have no words

[somegrumpynerd]

Quick doodle just for fun

[carbonateds-oda]

everyone shut the fuck up for a second I need a moment

oh my fucking god. im gonna explode look at them

[rayllurn]

GUYS THERE’S A CLIP OF CALLUM AND RAYLA FIGHTING THE SNOW MONSTER!!!!!

EDIT: The one of my Netflix is different!! It’s them crossing the frozen sea!!!

[littleseasalt]

"Tell me if you want more incentive. It's the last time I'll tell you. But being very honest. I don't care much about what happens to this body. It's not mine. So, if you want to be a smart one, maybe the end of this host will comer sooner rather than later. You care about him, it's your dad, right? It's your dad? Tell me. Pathetic."

"It's my best friend too, dumbass motherfucker animal."

[mizsmitz]

holy shit. what an episode.

words cannot express how beautifully animated the whole entirety of episode 07 of dandadan was. props to the voice actors and the animators, because holy SHIT. that whole entire sequence was so gorgeous and made it even more heartbreaking afterwards

my eyes are completely dry after, i paced around my room im in complete distress oh my god

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Both my parents actually suffer from HORRID emotional dysregulation and are prone to snapping and going into rages. My sister is the same way tbh. I am now realizing this is why they are constantly baffled by the question of whether or not I am mad at them.

I don't have external meltdowns.

I could. I don't let it happen.

I keep my rage on the inside and stay pretty quiet about it. It's just as strong as theirs [physically shaking nose bleed from high blood pressure kind of bad], but like as a kid I saw how terrifying it was to be around [dad breaking dishes, mom putting our lawn chairs into walls] and I just internalized that I wasn't going to wear that anger on the outside.

So my mother genuinely cannot tell if I am just being quiet or if I am silently hearing the dial-up noises of pure rage. This has lead her to both making strong and confident statements like "You are a pacifist who would never hurt a fly U.U" but also acting like I am secretly dangerous maybe... It's because she has never seen me snap.

She knows what her temper is like [throwing chairs through walls], she knows what my father's temper is like [pick up child and toss out door], and she can tell I am being tested, but she doesn't know what happens when I snap or where that breaking point is.

Her -perhaps unhinged- solution to this, my whole life, has been to do things that should obviously enrage me or shut me down completely, like ignoring important boundaries, repeatedly, punishing me for expressing emotions or needs at all, etc... And then to constantly ask me if I am angry with her when I get too quiet [right after near directly telling me to shut up].

It has occurred to me now, they have never once seen me lose my temper, so they literally just can't tell if I am angry at them. My sister is easy, my mother fights and screams with my sister constantly, my mother understands this. My mother doesn't have any grasp of feelings or boundaries that are not screamed at her [apparently, and I fear my sister is the same way]. Her and my sister are close despite constant fucking fighting because they understand each other.

They are trying to get me to engage the same way and it is not working. I realize now that this has been hard for them.

I was so successfully taught to suppress my emotions, by being punished for any outburst, that rage quiet looks the same as any other kind of quiet from the outside. To them anyway.

I did tell her. For the record. I used my words. I did tell her very calmly that my response to rage, in order to avoid doing the things that terrified me as a child, was to simply leave [the autistic urge to GTFO]. When a situation or person causes too much of the dial-up rage noise, I simply extract myself from that situation, up to and including never speaking to a person again. I explained this calmly. I explained it calmly 100 times and I explained that I explain myself calmly as my rage response 1-5 [also pretty much every other negative emotion tbh], and I told her that what came next was me simply opting out and fucking off. I told her this. I couldn't understand why she never took me seriously, or why she never fucking understood.

I couldn't understand what made her like this.

But it's the same problem I have with everyone else multiplied by a factor of 10.

If I am explaining myself calmly, they can't understand that it's actually serious or that I am actually upset. ESPECIALLY because they read me as "female" and women "aren't that rational" so if I am not screaming and crying about something, which I never do, people assume I can't be upset and it isn't serious.

And then after having my boundaries ignored too many times despite having calmly explained how and why it's a problem [shaking inside or not]... I leave. I leave and everyone gets upset like this is unexpected behaviour, even though I told them 50 times that is how I would respond if they kept doing *the thing.*

And for neurotypical people especially, they are expecting there to be a disconnect between what someone says they need or feel and what their actually boundaries and feelings are, and they expect the latter to be demonstrated with emotions. Telling them bluntly you do not function that way somehow never helps?

My mother isn't just looking for normal yelling or a few tears to know I am serious, whether or not I do those either [I don't], she's looking for an explosion to know there's a problem at all.

Fucked if I know how she proceeds through life this way in general or if this is just her expectation of her own kids???

And I couldn't get why my mother couldn't read my emotions and didn't seem to think I have any. It's because she's testing for the rage limit to see where my 'actual' limit is instead of taking my word for it. Never the fuck mind that she could simply *not* test at my boundaries instead of letting me have them. Separate issue.

I couldn't figure out what made her *like this*

She's expecting me to throw a giant meltdown violent tantrum at people when I have 'actually' had enough. Maybe she got away with those being like 5'4" in another time, but I am the size of the average man, I do not get to have giant screaming rages, whether or not people perceive me consciously as a woman, and least of all because a lot of people -at least unconsciously- read me as 'masculine' or at least always "they guy" of the situation compared to all other women and some men [bigger stronger and more rational, more able to just absorb the damage and let it go so the less rational screaming/crying one doesn't have to be dealt with]. Even if it was in me to be willing to terrify people [usually never], there are such limited instances where it wouldn't just blow back on me. Potentially very dangerously.

I am going to be the quiet calm one. You are going to have to let me use my words, bitch.

So she kept ignoring my boundaries until I had to cut her out of my life, and she probably doesn't understand and probably thinks it feels sudden -after 36 long years of bullshit- abrupt and unfair.

But I told her hundreds of times.

I probably should have just screamed at her.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I am exhausted, good heavens.

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC 50's High School AU... Or is it?

Just imagine if you will, a very aesthetic 1950's high school setting. The Waynes live in the idyllic little town of Amity Park, going to Casper High, and living their lives.

Dick is the oldest son, off to college but still stopping by to visit, all letterman jacket and smiles. Jason, the bad boy greaser is trying to finish up his senior year of high school, a little late, but spending time in Juvie put his life on hold. He's trying his best, spending time working on his motorcycle and hanging with his study buddy, Jazz Fenton. Tim enjoying high school life with his family, studying hard and enjoying photography club. Gee, Tim's life sure is perfect

or is it?

Tim can't shake the feeling that something is wrong. Sometimes, he remembers something else. He has memories of his life here, and they must be real, his family is here, Jason, Bruce, Alfred, and even Dick when he's back from the Teen Titans college. Wait... Dick wasn't in college, was he? Wasn't he a cop in Blood Haven? Was he the local cop? That's right, Dick is the local cop, all sunshine and feeding his eternal sweet tooth with donuts. How could he forget that? He loved his family! Sure, there had been some rough spots, like when Jason died went to juvie, but they were together now, a real family.

But sometimes Tim has dreams, of another time, of another place. But they can't be true, can they? YES! No, That made no sense. Thinking about it made his head hurt.

Then there was the matter of the boy in his class, Danny Fenton. He kept catching him staring. Danny would just look at him funny. Sometimes he would say weird things. Tim would write him off as just an oddball, but sometimes what he said reminded him of his dreams.

Tim wasn't sure what it was, but something was up. He was going to find out what it was, and maybe, just maybe, Danny Fenton was the first step to solving this mystery

or

Tim wished for a more idyllic life and to get along with his brothers while on a mission in Amity Park. One reality warping genie ghost later and now they're stuck in something like a 1950's sitcom with altered memories.