#love that freeze response

[jadetheblueartist]

RAHHHHHHHHHH I AM AN UNSTOPPABLE FORCE!!!! 💪💪💪💪🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️❗️⚠️⚠️⚠️🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸 I CANNOT BE CONTAINED!!!!!!

(I managed to tell a family member “I don’t like being touched” at the family function)

[bluebugjay]

It's so insane that the interaction in episode one goes Charles bringing up how Death would separate them if she caught them and Edwin is the one to say he would never let them happen as if he doesn't passenger princess his way through every vaguely tense interaction or moment of conflict they get into

[flicklikesstuff]

“Maybe the flash was to blame. Or maybe it’s his shrunken state that gave the looming witch the illusion of being exactly 10 feet tall.

Whatever it was, it had flicked something within. Suddenly, he was no longer a lizard. Nor a great, powerful wizard. Not even “Rick Shades.”

He was a little Gourami.

Only 12 years old. Eyes wide and unobscured. Skin smooth from the lack of scars. But most of all, untainted by the horrors.

And unlike that little Gourami, he was entirely aware of what’s coming for them. He could warn the 12 year old. Maybe save them even. Tell her that continuing this approach is a bad, BAD, VERY TERRIBLY BAD IDEA!!

…

But he couldn’t.”

My inspiration pieces: :)

[thatswhatsushesaid]

it is a crime against me personally that i have to leave this place, every year

clings to the dock 😭 don’t make me go back, i don’t wanna

[yepthatsacowalright]

Slowly catching up on Dr. Mick's Silent Hill 2 With A Therapist playthrough, and when he stops to talk about a topic that it brought up, it makes me realize how often you can do that - just stop and stare in almost any random direction in this game - and it's so cinematically full of stuff.

He's left James looking at this for like ten minutes now. The red lights are stoplights. That never change. Just occasionally sway a little in the night air.

Two eyes staring from the abyss.

It's fuckin' me up.

[sskk-manifesto]

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[lith-myathar]

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[satanic-foxhole-court]

I often think of Andrew’s lows in the way dissociation, or more accurately derealisation and depersonalisation, can be. For some it’s not retreating into the mind but feeling like your sense of the world go numb, as if everything is covered in cotton and your sense of self leaking away to an empty dead state. That’s how I see Andrew for some aspects of his depression. Being so out of it that it’s hard for him to properly grip something with his hands, so out of it he can’t even feel the panic that would normally cause because he couldn’t defend himself like that. Just laying to rot in bed barely able to move.

Dissociation for some isn’t being able to escape the situation that’s caused it, it’s distancing everything in the moment and then for some forgetting later. With Andrew’s memory I doubt he’d forget, I think he’d hate how defenceless it makes him and in some ways that’s already represented in how he does what you might consider grounding techniques (smoking mostly).

Depersonalisation and derealisation is an experience folks with complex PTSD can have, for me that aligns a lot with how I see Andrew and how he works (of course bipolar too but that’s not my area). I’m soft with the HC of Andrew learning to be more grounded with the world, feel safe to not shut everything down and have things with Neil to help him ground

[aropride]

almost got hit by a car tonight 🤩 /srs

[shieldofiron]

Sorry, I’m just thinking about how Eddie’s startle response was to flee. And Chrissy’s was to freeze. And all it would have taken to save her was if she ran to him in the trailer. And if all it would have taken was for him to stay still a moment longer to catch her and hold her and ask her what was wrong again.

I gotta lie down.

[mars-ipan]

i keep wondering why i’ve been feeling mildly nauseous when i get tired lately . and then remembered that that nausea is common symptom of anxiety attacks for me. and that i have been trying to determine if i’m having an anxiety attack for the past few days

[habitual-creatures]

Do you know about Halloween horror nights and any of the icons/lore, Evan/Habit?

Well, a little... not as much as I'd like. Haha...

I KEEP FORGETTING TO LOOK INTO IT AND EVAN IS TOO MUCH OF A PUSSY TO GO IN PERSON... I FUCKIN WANT TO...

[s0fter-sin]

“maybe if i, an 8yr old, managed to talk sense into my groomed and deeply traumatised 13yr old brother, maybe he wouldn’t have accidentally almost killed himself and become a villain” and no one in that room disagreed with him??

[silentaura]

basil

♛ ¦ 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 . ( not accepting ) basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

while not someone to necessarily . . . speak about her father ( it is a very sensitive and emotionally volatile topic for her ) , zelda's relationship with king rhoam is extremely strained and complicated . much of zelda's struggles with her low self esteem stem from how her father withheld his affection or approval from her . the way he has made his love conditional on her praying her power into existence since the age of 7 has scarred zelda deeply , alienating her emotionally .

and then . . . he speaks so proudly of who she could be . who she should be . and that's what fucks her up . is she the problem ?? likely . she's earned this hate .

zelda is completely voiceless around her father . silenced . her frustration with him has festered inside for so long that she loathes meeting his presence . she hates his attention . she hates him . . . but she still yearns to meet his expectations and earn his approval . she still respects him . and ultimately , the possibility of earning his love had her staying around , listening to what he told her to do . . . sacrificing much of her own happiness , health , and youth to fixing this love that has become conditional on her unlocking this power within . he is still her father . and she was always weak to this , because he was all she had .

now that he's passed and there isn't much hope for ever reconciling this woefully unhealthy relationship , this love-hate relationship has become a heavy guilt on her heart , because in her mind . . . the king died hating her . in fact , he died at the hand of her own inability to make him love her . and now she's going to live without remembering how it felt to be loved by her father . she hates him for that , because she's always loved him .

zelda is unfortunately forgiving . had the king ever actually apologized for how he'd treated her for 10 years . . . i don't doubt that she'd find compassion for him , even if it was at her own expense . he was doing his job as king . it had to be this way . she hadn't earned his approval , not while she failed to protect their people . she wants him to love her so badly , that he'd excuse all the damage he'd done to her . she'd give him another chance . she'd given him another and another --

its all quite sickening , honestly .

[mutalune]

I’m not a fan of “well this character had it worse actually :/“ opinions tbh, esp when you’re lowkey making that judgment call based on what you personally think would be worse rather than by any objective measure (as there is no objective measure of suffering nor can there ever be if u ask me)

also b/c it ain’t gotta be the suffering Olympics babes it’s 2023 everyone’s out here suffering and it’s all valid and even little-t-trauma can fuck some ppl up whereas Big-T-Trauma can be brushed off by some ppl, it’s really up to the individual’s perception of “how bad” something was and their own responses and resiliency.

if u ask me it really doesn’t benefit anyone to belittle other people’s suffering (Aziraphale’s) just b/c you think another person (Crowley) had it worse, ESPECIALLY when that Another Person (Crowley) would probs be the first to comfort the first person’s (Aziraphale’s) suffering and give them a big cup of cocoa and a soft blanket ☕️

[cxldtyrant]

@saiyanandproud asked: "Lord Cooler, pardon the... uh, grim question, but I was going through some old history notes from home and got curious. Do Arcosians have royal funerals or stuff like that?"

          The Emperor paused from his research at the Earthling’s inquiry, raising his scarlet gaze to see Mariko’s inquisitive expression from the reflective screen with a raised brow. Of all the questions she could have asked (whether sensible or outlandish, it was always a gamble whenever it came to Mariko), one regarding Arcos funerary practices had never crossed his mind. Nonetheless, he didn’t mind indulging her curiosity in his culture, and with Isa away on reconnaissance duty with Salza, he understood he was the only other Arcosian on the shuttle she could approach in regard to her interest.

         Cooler closed the system screen temporarily, turning in his seat to face the young woman as he acknowledged the question. “It is unexpected, but not necessarily grim. Death is a natural part of life, and every living creature must confront it in one way or another. Arcos is no different,” he remarked a matter-of-factly, straightening his posture as he placed his arms over the armrests. “However, we do not necessarily view death as being the end. Our lives may eventually be gone, but the essence of our existence will remain, and our legacy will live on throughout our bloodline. As such, we choose to venerate those who have died rather than mourn.”

          “When an Arcosian passes away, a funeral is held to commemorate their life. Funerals are often private affairs, and each are handled differently. Some will choose to simply have a quiet congregation with close-knit kin, while others choose a more lavish celebration with a larger gathering. When it comes to my family, we usually fall along the latter, as my father often chooses to host grand festivities with the nobility to celebrate the life of the deceased. And occasionally, he may also grant our subjects a day off to join us in remembrance.”

          And by occasionally, Cooler meant that it was entirely dependent upon his father’s mood, which he personally believed was ridiculous but unsurprising in the least. His father often thought very little of the subjects he was meant to rule and care for, especially the lower classes. The Prince fought the urge to scoff at that as he continued.

          “Once the funeral ends, we will then commence the burial. For the Cold Clan in particular, we choose to entomb their remains in ice and place them beneath our family catacombs. The freezing temperature on Arcos will allow the ice to remain frozen, preventing the decay of their corpse and providing a permanent display their image for their descendants to admire. Their tombs will also have a decorative altar for worship, allowing our family to pray for guidance or leave an offering for good fortune.”

          “Most noble families usually choose this method of burial. And from what I understand, as the lower classes usually don’t have their own family mausoleums, they will have their kin buried in public gravesites—though for home worship, I believe they can request the skull or horns of their kin for their household altar. It is incredibly important that an altar has something of the deceased upon it, otherwise they cannot be properly revered by their descendants. Which is why burial methods on other planets, such as cremation, is considered taboo by my people...with certain exceptions, of course.”

          Cremation was a fate that only the most shameful deserved. That those who besmirched their bloodline and shamed their family name were to be condemned. To have no remains for burial was considered a fate worse than death itself for the deceased. By lacking the body, or even just the bones, their link to the living was thought to be severed forever, and they were damned to be eventually forgotten by all as their names were scrubbed from the lineage they disgraced. A death beyond death. True oblivion.

          Hm. Perhaps the topic was slightly grim on that account.

          The tyrant gave a little chortle, before he regarded Mariko with a small smirk. “There is certainly more to our funerary rites and rituals, but I would be going on forever if I continued to discuss them,” he remarked, his inflection reflecting mild amusement. “If you are still curious, I recommend waiting for Isa’s return. Perhaps she will lend you a book on Arcos history and its customs. I guarantee you will find it an enlightening, if peculiar, read.”