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[the-solar-system52]

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[harmonysanreads]

hi harmy its me :3c ur son

anyways yeah,,, im back with brainrot,,,

and more about ouppy phainon!!! something about mighty warriors melting when you call them good boy scratches my brain in such a way YOU HAVE NO IDEAAA i will never forgive you for enabling this thought process btw this is all your fault /silly

AND AND AND,,, kitty anaxa,,,,, smirks i need to pet him vigorously until he gets annoyed and tries to bite my hand YOU GET ME,,, but it never works bc i will simply coo and pet him harder and call him even more obnoxious nicknames until he is forced to give up and accept my pets

petpetpetpetpetpetpetpet forever and ever and ever

You'll not deny, you've scarcely pondered the true weight of your position, your power.

At unpredictable intervals, between the pauses of your fingers weaving through his hair, in the shade away from the light of his gaze — it crosses your mind, briefly. That the hands that cling to the ends of your garbs are of no ordinary man's, the voice that prays your name is not one that'll be ignored in a crowd.

That despite how much he places himself beneath the shadow of reverence, the light of devotion in Phainon's eyes will remain ever incendiary.

“Tired?” you guess, cautious. He responds by burrowing deeper in your lap, his knees stop just before your ankles.

Your eyes settle on the tufts of ivory hair, they shy away as soon as your grip softens. It would not seem so to an eye that hasn't observed, but there is always a reason behind this particular behavior of his. Sensing his unwillingness to speak, you see fit to use your last option.

“Who's a good boy?” a zephyr carries to his ear, the sun peeks from behind translucent clouds.

“Me?” you can feel his nails dig into the hem of your chiton, his breaths at a halt — it'll gladly remain so until you command.

Your eyes search for a trace of your answer among the torches that light his abode, unsatisfied, “Where is my good boy?”

His clothes rustle as he straightens his back, before leaning fully towards your lap, “Here.” his admission is firmer than last time.

His eyes close in relief as you reward him by patting his head, much pleased at this development. You don't allow the sigh of solace to escape from the confines of your throat, indulging this interlude from the sun's attention.

Your eyes follow the journey of your fingers ; dodging the corner of his eyes, brushing past his cheeks, dipping towards the arch of his neck. Phainon cannot resist joining your observation, as your finger traces the gold of the choker wrapped around his neck, the tip of your nail teases the skin — before you withdraw altogether.

You laugh at your own trickery, not courageous enough to look back at Phainon's face.

Your indulgence is stopped short as you feel a familiar grip around your wrists, clasping wholly onto your palms and settling them back on Phainon's face.

Unlike before, there is strength in that grip — not enough to hurt, just enough to serve as a reminder of how worse it can get. You find your throat parched when you swallow, there's a veiled warning in those eyes of his.

Do you dare still, to wield this dangerous weapon?

“You really remind me of a cat, did you know?” you probe at the brooding scholar.

Anaxa takes a moment to digest the new piece of information, he's heard several unflattering monikers throughout his life. This one, even his brilliant mind nearly toppled over trying to decipher.

“That is quite insulting,” he mutters, glancing at you pointedly.

“How so?” you but lean over the tree, light dancing across your pupils.

“You're comparing a scholar and no ordinary scholar at that, to a mere feline. Is this you indirectly calling me lazy, or pointing out that my wisdom is insignificant compared to the intelligence of a c—”

“I love cats.” you stress, unflinching before his scorn.

The pupil of his visible eye darts across your smile, apparitions of neurons firing in his brain could almost be seen reflected on it. He parts his lips to speak, but closes them instantly, an absence of what he deems are the correct words being indicated.

You bite your lip to stifle the laughter bubbling in your chest.

With great effort he finally says, “So... what?” though his gaze is averted.

“So, I'm implying that,” your steps shrink the distance between you two.

“I adore you enough to compare you to cats.” Anaxa holds his arm out in defense, unfortunately for him, your proximity is close enough to reveal the blood that rushes to his cheeks.

“Nonsense—”

Taking advantage of his stupefaction, you hold two tufts of his hair and hold them in the shape of cat ears. Your giggle brings the scholar back to Amphoreus, he weakly attempts to swat you off but you take the opportunity to deliver a pinch to his cheeks.

A ‘hey!’ heavy with disbelief escapes him, his palm rises to cradle the teased skin. Rouge stains his cheeks.

“Okay okay, I'll stop.” you raise your arms in surrender. There are always unsaid limitation to a person's patience. You may indulge in testing where they cease, but even you know not to cross certain territories.

You spin on your heels to depart but a new interference introduces itself.

You don't recall Anaxa's grip being this strong, the thought passes as you feel his fingers dig into the curve of your waist. His chin settles on the dip of your shoulder, his breath warming the skin.

Perhaps, you shouldn't have teased him.

[webco-dawnn]

Winter Hc!!

~ Here are just some fun hcs about what I think the Haikyuu boys would do with you during the winter. This post isn't categorized into teams unlike my other posts, but instead just a jumble of headcanons, so I hope you enjoy! (this includes Kenma Kozume, Osamu Miya, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kotarou, Oikawa Tooru.)

꒰ ୨ ୧ ��� 。Kenma⠀.ᐟ 🐈

╭ ; Kenma normally isn't one to go out. So, now with winter rolling in, it actually gives him an excuse not to go outside without the nagging voice of his friends telling him he could be using his valuable time practicing or that he needs some sun since he is pretty pale, afterall. Though he'd probably just stay in his room all day, buried under many blankets and wearing a bunch of layered clothing to warm him up.

When you come over, he doesn't really react. He greets you with a, "hey," flashing a gentle smile before focusing back on his game. You sit down next to him, and that's when he folds. He leans over, laying his head on your shoulder or your chest, eyes glued to the screen in front of him. If you comment on how close he's gotten he'll just say, "it's cold. You're warm. Use your brain." Though his tone held no actual bite of aggression in it.

He'll let you look over his shoulder to watch him play and eventually inch closer to you as the day goes on, until he's fully in your lap, your arms around his waist. There hasn't been a single word uttered ever since Kenma told you you were warm, but it was nice. It was a comfortable silence between the two of you that never got old. Well, silent except for the music and sound effects coming from the Nintendo held between Kenma's hands.

꒰ ୨ ୧ ◞ 。Osamu⠀.ᐟ 🍙

╭ ; You beg to come over to his house, claiming it's "too cold" in yours. Osamu tries to discourage you by telling you that his annoying twin, Atsumu, will be there as well since he has no plans today, or the fact that Osamu hasn't taken a shower yet or done his laundry. He was only trying to discourage you from coming over because.. well, Atsumu was home.. he didn't want his twin brother to see how different he was in front of his significant other. But after some more begging, you finally convince your beloved boyfriend to let you come over.

When you arrive, Osamu's already got hot chocolate made for you, handing it to you after you take your shoes off. Osamu makes some good hot chocolate, which is also another reason why you wanted to come over today. After you've finished the hot drink, he asks if you want to bake cookies with him. He has enough ingredients and a shit ton of free time, so why not?

In the process, you both get flour on your faces and in your hair, cookie dough all over your hands, and stains on both yours and Osamu's cheeks from the handful of chocolate chips you two ate.

꒰ ୨ ୧ ◞ 。Tsukishima⠀.ᐟ 🍋

╭ ; You wake up to a text from Tsukishima, telling you to be ready by 11 AM with no other information. It definitely confused you, but you're used to it since Tsukishima always texted you random things like this with no other information provided.

At 11, he picks you up and, surprise, he brought you two to an ice skating rink. You had been ranting about wanting to go for a while but not wanting to go alone, so Tsukishima took this as his cue to take you ice skating.

On the rink, Tsukishima is definitely a different person. Unlike you with your carefully calculated moves, perfect, careful, precise, Tsukishima is a wobbling mess. He has an iron grip on your bicep, not even daring to separate from you for a minute. He wasn't good at ice skating at all..

Anytime you'd laugh, he'd look up at you, saying, "It's not funny." but you couldn't really take him seriously with just how cute he looked with his red cheeks and nose.

꒰ ୨ ୧ ◞ 。Bokuto⠀.ᐟ 🦉

╭ ; The energetic owl shows up at your door at about noon, a box in his hand. You obviously let the boy in, watching as he took off his shoes before quickly walking over to the kitchen counter and setting the box down. Before you could even question anything, why he's here, (not that you're complaining, just curious) what the box was, you then read the front of the box and figured out that Bokuto was here with the intention of making a gingerbread house with you.

And so the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon making the gingerbread house. The contruction part of it ended about an hour ago, but you two were still working on the decorations of the house. It didn't look the best.. but it was fun. Talking to Bokuto while making the dessert was more than enough of a perfect day for you.

It was about 2 PM when you two finally finished, two hours after you guys had started. You look over to see Bokuto with icing all over his hands, and even some in his hair, along with small candies sticking to his fingers due to the icing. It made you chuckle. You wouldn't trade this for the world.

꒰ ୨ ୧ ◞ 。Oikawa⠀.ᐟ 🌀

╭ ; You weren't surprised when you opened your phone to 12 unread messages from Oikawa, begging you to come over to his house since he was just "So cold without you." You sigh, slipping your phone back into your pocket. You felt no real annoyance toward the boy, you could never feel annoyed with him. You get ready to go to his house before he starts whining even more.

When you get there, Oikawa's face immediately lights up with a wide smile, pulling you close and kissing you all over your face. Many, many kisses littered on your lips and cheeks. After he finished attacking you with his love, he allowed you to come inside. He told you how his parents weren't home before suggesting to rewatch a movie he loved, one you've watched with him about 10 times now. You agreed, but he suddenly changed his mind and suddenly started making tons of snacks.

after 20 minutes, you two finally settle down on the couch, Oikawa's head lying in your lap with a blanket over top of him and on top of your lap. An array of snacks lay on the table as the movie started.

[littlemissshifter]

hello!! I found your blog recently and I've been loving it, thank you for all the effort you put into helping others :)

I have something I'm confused about/not sure how to fully grasp. Reading everything about loa and nonduality etc. I'm doing my best to internalize it as fact (just assuming it and persisting 😌) but it low-key feels like gaslighting/deluding myself. It's founded on '3d is not real, the 4d is' BUT my brain is kinda struggling to understand it? I've been imagining/daydreaming/visualizing daily, all my life, and none of it has come to fruition so it's like, when I decide that the 3d isn't real and only a reflection of the 4d, it feels 'fake' in my head? Since as much as I tell myself that the 4d reflects in the 3d and let go and trust, the fact is that has never happened to me yet?? I hope this makes sense??

Before I knew about loa, the imagination and mental visualization was an escape to be a mental playground, never becoming reality.

Any tips on how to combat this? Is it a part of the process? Genuinely the only time I manifested anything (small things but true) was when I did the similar sort of 'decide it's trhe' BUT I KNEW it to be true. Like. I didn't imagine because then my head tends to register as fake (because I imagine things nearly 24/7) but the innate sense of 'yeah this is very likely, scrap that. it will happen' has been the only consistent factor to my manifestations.

How can I get to the stage of 'I know the loa is real' when what it states (imagination is reality) feels like force gaslighting myself because of my experiences?

I'm a strong believer in the power of our minds ofc and I've been affirming, reminding myself of it all buttt there's so much contradictory information about loa - imagination is reality vs assuming is reality, which are two different things unrelated to one another - and I want to get to a point where i apply it well without doubts.

I didn't realize how much I wrote haha, but I hope it's understandable. I'd be super grateful for some help 🥹Thank you sm for your time!!

Thank you sm for your kind words!!! 🩷

If it feels uncomfortable to force yourself to believe it, then don't do it. I personally I don't recommend this because it's easy to get paranoid and psychosis when you don't fully grasp the concept.

The 3D is very much real, it's just that it stems from the 4D. They are both the same, just on different frequencies. The 4D is the sped up version of reality and the 3D is slowed down so we can see our manifestations. In the 4D things happen instantly, it's just too fast, so we forget it easily. We only say 3D is not real or that imagination is reality so that the circumstances do not hold you back knowing that you can choose your own reality no matter what.

Also stop saying that it hasn't worked for you. You don't have to tell yourself that it works everytime. Just stop identifying with the thought that it doesn't work.

Moreover LOA is just assuming that you've got what you wanted without seeing the proof, you've manifested things this way even if they're 'small', telling yourself that it'll happen. Apply it knowing that because it has already worked for you.

You don't have to fully believe in LOA, but with your manifestations you do realise that it has worked because you knew it would.

You knew because you trusted yourself. Follow that trust, that knowing.

My only advice would be to stop trying everything else and just trust yourself to get it. You know you can. You have already. Believe in nothing but yourself + spend more time outside your head, be in the present put your full awareness in what you're doing right now.

Hope it helps!! :)

[eddiestightywhities]

FUCK IT FRIDAY!

i was tagged by the super-talented @playinginthunderstorms (you can check out their brilliant fuck-it friday snippet HERE).

this is from my 'buck comes out to eddie' fic i started yesterday, which doesn't yet have even a working title. i think i might make it a series of vignettes, that will start with the basketball game... we shall see how it pans out!

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Eddie can't tell himself he's never thought about it. He has, but he's never—weighed any of it up, exactly. Hasn't openly considered it, or let himself examine the idea there could've been anything else. That there could still be something else. There's only how things were, the way it'd gone a certain way for him when it came to romantic relationships. Him and a girl. Him and a woman. Him and a wife. That's just the way it's always been; the way things are for Eddie. 

Until Buck is metaphorically punching him square in the face with so many huge revelations in the space of a few stark truths that Eddie apparently couldn't, or wouldn't, allow himself to look at. He's thinking of that saying: Something about not being able to see the wood for all the trees? The forest surrounding Eddie's life has always been so frighteningly dense, with no room at all for his branches to grow any taller or wider than his allotted space.

Now Eddie is being forced into thinking about it, fully, for the first time ever, and doesn't have time to process what the hell any of it might mean. A little ruefully, he thinks he'd probably prefer a literal punch to the face than have to deal with this.

He's at once remembering Buck barrelling into him on the basketball court, which—dios, makes so much sense to him now. 

Buck and Tommy went on a date together. When he and Marisol saw them at the restaurant, they were on a date. With each other. 

His brain goes into overdrive. 

“Wait, Tommy's gay?” 

All of his and Tommy's previous interactions are now running through Eddie's head as a flickering montage; some janky film reel spliced together in non-linear fashion. And it makes him feel really shitty, re-assessing Tommy's behaviour just because of the guy's sexuality, but it's just—again, certain things are making sense now that Eddie's been supplied with this new information. Those bits and pieces of thoughts and notions he hadn't been able to make fit anywhere are coming together. Stuff he'd willed himself not to ponder over, it's all sort of slotting into place. 

“Ah, that never came up while you guys were hanging out?” Buck asks. 

He tells Buck no (because it very much hadn't) and that it wouldn't have mattered to him anyway. Which it wouldn't, obviously, he just feels like his brain—or no, his body, maybe, had tried to tell him this but he hadn't listened.

Why hadn't he listened? 

Then it hits him, kind of like a large shot of tequila, that he's not at all surprised by the fact Buck went on a date with a man.

Secondary is the thought that he doesn't know why he isn't taken aback at that.

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[neuroticbookworm]

I was not planning on writing a Step by Step analysis this week, because my mind was too frayed from all the anticipation for the next episode. But then @lurkingshan posted this, and it knocked something loose in my brain, and now here I am.

Shan talks about how even though Jeng and Pat felt the spark of desire when they met a couple of times before they became boss and subordinate, once they knew they had to be professional, they dialed it back using very different mechanisms.

Jeng chose to keep his emotions under control in the workplace, and he harbored and nurtured those feelings in private. Pat, on the other hand, was already under stress in the workplace, and as @ginnymoonbeam and @bengiyo discuss here, he also misinterprets the initial strict mentoring from Jeng as proof that the spark he felt must've been all in his head. That his gaydar made an error, and therefore Jeng must be straight.

So when episode 8 begins, the mutual interest from their initial interactions is the only thing Jeng knows for certain, to assume that Pat might want a relationship with him. He also tells Tae that Pat never looks at him the way he looks at Pat, which makes the confession a pretty huge leap of faith from Jeng.

In the dance floor confession, Jeng observes that Pat is not ready for another relationship yet. He still confesses his feelings, but adds that he can be the safe space for Pat if that is all he wants from him. And that he will never want for anything more. He has already resigned himself here to the fate that he might never get to be Pat's boyfriend.

@respectthepetty explains here that Jeng would've fully gone along with Pat's understanding that Jeng is straight. He was forced to show his hand and come out when Pat referred to himself as Jeng's friend. Here, Jeng was no longer planning on making his feelings clear to Pat. He had no choice but to do it.

In the aftermath, Pat reacts with confusion, dawning realization and horror, and we know that Pat is reeling from this information because his mind is now doing a speedrun of all of their interactions and reevaluating them with the fact that Jeng is gay. But Jeng, oh my poor Jeng, thinks Pat is horrified for two reasons: the previously stated reason offered by his rational and logical brain, and the reason offered by his panicked and frantic brain that Pat is horrified by his advances, and that Pat never liked him in the first place. That he was utterly and completely wrong, right from the glass jelly incident. This thought may not have found deep roots in his mind yet, but it is there, floating and waiting for confirmation.

Now, some speculation for episode 9 (aka clowning). We see Pat has taken the day off, which further fuels Jeng's fears. And later Pat looks visibly unmoored and exhausted, like he hasn't slept for a few nights in a row. I was talking to @chicademartinica and she mentioned how Pat looks like he is disassociating in this episode. And I agree, he looks fully out of it.

Whatever happens that forces Jeng to confess AGAIN, I don't know yet. But what I do know is that there is a high possibility that Pat might say no after this confession, because he needs more time to process things. But, in Jeng's mind, that floating thought will finally get its confirmation and take root, and it will go, AHA I KNEW IT, HE HAS NEVER LIKED YOU, EVER.

I know we are all anxiously waiting for the slowburn to end (hopefully it'll happen before the sun swallows us whole), but we may need to hold our horses. Because the possible roadmap I see right now is: Jeng confesses -> Pat says no -> Jeng thinks Pat has never liked him and drowns himself (and us) in angst -> Pat finally finishes thinking and realizes that he does like Jeng -> Pat tries to tell Jeng -> Jeng is already packing his suitcases to flee the country OR Jeng has built his mental walls so high that Put can't get through to him without a massive effort -> Pat convinces Jeng to hear him out -> They finally sit down and talk to each other -> JengPat FINALLY BURNS

My fellow sufferers of this cursed show, I will be the happiest clown if I get proven wrong, but I think it will take a while for these two to work this mess out, and I think it might take more than one episode *runs*

[misstakenme]

A deep dive into the way I think about Syo and Toko’s relationship with each other and how they share information.

I guess describing their relationship as sibling-like would make sense, but I feel like it goes even deeper than that. Not only are they bound by blood, but they are bound by body and mind as well. Toko and Syo are destined to be connected for the rest of their lives, they have to be close in some ways. I do believe that Toko resents Syo to some degree, she is a serial killer after all, but deep inside her she acknowledges and appreciates the fact that Syo does protect her. She either kills people who have hurt Toko previously or people who have a chance of hurting her. Syo cares about Toko and does go out of her way to make sure she is alright. She also does not accept or speak on anything for Toko, an example being when Komaru gave her a hug and an apology that was meant for Toko. Instead of making it into a joke or accepting it on her behalf Syo openly told her she did not have a right to accept it. She wanted Toko to receive it because she knew what it would mean to her and she didn't want to invalidate her. At least, that's how I see it.

Of course, the both of them would never admit that they are even the slightest bit reliant on one another, but I fully believe they are. Syo would not have formed if their subconscious believed Toko had the capacity to handle life of her own. I think they confide in each other when they deem it necessary. Talking in head-space is confusing and anxiety inducing for Toko as she still hasn't fully grasped the idea of it, so they communicate mostly through a notebook they have had for years. Switching is not a rapid thing most of the time so they write each other long paragraphs in order to speed up the process. The topics they discuss vary, but I believe it is mostly the intense, emotional stuff they can't really tell anyone else. It is the deepest, darkest parts of both of them. They don't allow anyone else to look in that notebook, not even Komaru.

I don't think they would ever refer to each other as friends, they view their relationship as something more forced than that, but sisters doesn't sit right with me either. I am fully sure that they care for and like each other at least a little bit though. I think when you're stuck with someone for that long and you go through hell together you form a bond that is oddly stronger than just friendship. The relationship I imagine for them doesn't even have a clear definition. In a way it is the deepest form of human connection people can form with each other. It is so interesting to think about.

This is almost all speculation, by the way. The way they really feel about each other will literally never be revealed and that's totally okay. I just have brain-rot and they never leave my mind.

[whattraintracks]

Today on thinking about The Next Mutation as a continuation of the 90s movies, let's consider brotherhood and origins:

At 15 years old the turtles call each other brothers and have always wondered about their origin.

In TMNT II, Leo asks Splinter why he only now shows them the TGRI canister (why did you wait this long to tells us when you know how much we've wanted any clues?) Donnie privately imagined there was a deeper purpose to the ooze, that they were special. He hates the idea that their genesis was a mistake.

Don says he always thought there was more to the ooze and Leo's response, his immediate, soft I know, makes me wonder if these two have had conversations about this before. Have they confided in each other about their questions and fears and hopes? Whatever the case, they're on the same page, but Splinter tells them they need to focus on the mission at hand.

Jump to 17-18 years old and the turtles don't call each other brothers and only Donnie cares about understanding their mutation.

TNM Leo talks to Venus and insists none of them are siblings, but Donnie seems to consider them a family unit (particularly a dysfunctional one). What changed in two years that caused such a shift and took Leo and Donnie so far off the same page?

Story time, I have a half sister. I don't typically refer to her as such because she's just my little sis, you know, but when I was younger the distinction was important to me. Not because I loved her any different, but for some reason I couldn't ignore the technicality. I often felt compelled to inform people who asked about our relation that we were half siblings then immediately reassure them I didn't love her any more or less for it.

So I wonder, if TNM Leo is experiencing something similar here. He's had a couple years to process what they learned about the ooze and maybe he's stuck on the point that they're literally not related, that it was never supposed to happen like he hoped thought, that his family wasn't really a family it was just a coincidence, a careless accident, and he hasn't yet been able to move past that technicality to realise their brotherhood has value and meaning despite not being conventional.

And I'm hopeful he'll get there! It took me a few years, but even in my own mind my sister is my sister and actually I seem to collect siblings left and right these days. I still consider every foster kid who ever lived in my home to be my sibling and that means I have more little siblings than I know what to do with. I still see my mom's best friend's kids every now and then and they're definitely like siblings. There are probably too many folks I consider siblings, Leo doesn't need to go to this extreme but if we're being honest that would be in character for him.

Let's move on from me, because the more interesting point is how he compares to Donnie. Here's the thing, Don has held onto them being a family (though he's likely examined and reshaped this belief), but I don't think he walked away from TMNT II unaffected. He ultimately didn't let the information and disappointment about their origin affect their familial status in his mind, but he doubled down on understanding their mutation. Professor Perry fully admitted to the ooze being a unforeseen side effect and then presumably disappeared with the rest of TGRI before Donnie could try to pick his brain. So Don tries to figure it out on his own and eventually seeks out Dr Quease's insight.

Anyhow, this is just one of my many thought experiments about how the 90s movies could provide context for different aspects of TNM.

[doctorofmagic]

Relating to the other post about Clea's current character changes (Tumblr wouldn't allow me to put all this in one comment, so I thought this was a better format): I've been constantly thinking about Clea and how having her memories wiped of Stephen may have effected her ever since we saw her re-appear in TDODS. Nothing I say here is a fact based on info Marvel gave us. As far as I've been able to tell, unless I've missed some non-main title run appearance or mention, no comic has covered what exactly happened to Clea like where she went or what she went to do. Her wiki only mentions her getting her memories back "shortly after" she loses them. If I missed something that gives context, please do correct me so I can fill myself in! As for why I think she is the way she is now in the current run, my brains just been connecting it to her lost memories. That could be that due to the lost memories she went somewhere or did something that made her darker overall, maybe being manipulated without memories of being taught and guided by Stephen (I know that she wasn't kind and caring because of him, but due to how her family is and the state of the Dark Dimension at the time, he definitely kept her on track to a degree). If we think of it this way, depending on how the whole memory erasing thing worked, would she have gotten to keep memories that involved him, such as the Defenders, or would those be gone too because he was there? In this route, could she have felt her attempts at being kinder and more caring than her later-discovered family may have been futile? Without acquaintances like her friends she met from meeting Stephen, she may feel as though no one was there to encourage her to continue trying things this way. She doesn't remain on the throne once getting it, so maybe she feels she has to turn in a new direction to protect herself and/or her people? Does the memory erasing mean he's just kind of a blur or a stranger in memories he is in? Or does it mean that her life took on a different path maybe in the Dark Dimension, as it clearly effected her in the past too. (This way would assume Clea at all points in time forgot Stephen, which could lead her down a different road. If this is the case, her memories of one lifetime could be clashing with the memories of her new lifetime so to say. I don't know if any of that made sense, I struggle to put it in words sometimes). It could also be that she's never fully recovered from losing those memories emotionally. We know she's been pretty upset since getting them back, first in a grieving/saddened manner, then in a more anger based way because she regained them only to lose the man they were about. She's gotten him back now, but that's not going to make it like things never happened, so she could still be on that anger based stage and she doesn't even realize she's becoming the way she is (I know this was referred to as "Blaming" grief in the last post, but depending on how truly "short" that timeframe between losing her memories and regaining them was there could be a lot more we really don't know. This could also be her struggling with grief, as we quickly see her go to the anger stage of it. She likely often dealt with grief in a war setting during the rebellion, which could make it harder for her to process?) Overall not knowing what happened to her and not having that covered has generally been a nitpick of mine since we got partway into this story, as I can see why it hasn't yet been tackled but the upcoming books don't make it sound like we'd be getting that information anytime soon either. (Again this is if I didn't miss something previously). Sorry again for things not making sense potentially, and for the wall of text. Again I'm not saying this is for sure whats happening, just how my mind tries to explain what we haven't yet had explained.

Nauuur, you're absolutely right!

Little is known to Clea's time in the Dark Dimension, even before her memories were wiped out. In fact, there's a HUGE gap between their "breakup" and her appearance in v5, when she helps Stephen with the whole Galactus situation.

There's this book (Sisters of Sorcery) that follows the Defenders/The Order storyline and highlights Clea as the protagonist, but you can't quite consider it canon in comics. Besides, it wouldn't explain her characterization in Strange v3 and DS v6.

The thing about erasing Clea's memories is that, as you pointed out, we do not know if it's just *Stephen's figure* or every other connection she did outside the Dark Dimension. We tend to forget that Clea often felt lonely in the Sanctum, and escaped this loneliness through her bonds with the Defenders (Patsy and Valkyrie being her closest friends). I know we hate *that* Defenders run, but it happened as well. She connected to other heroes in that meantime.

I do have the impression that Stephen was indeed her first contact with kindness, since she grew up under both Umar's and Dormammu's influences. Also his father SUCKS. In a cold world, she found warm in Stephen. So is this feeling still there when her memories of him were taken? We don't know, and this is why we need a flashback of her moments in the Dark Dimension. We don't know how she became the Sorceress Supreme, we don't know how the rebellion went, we don't know how she survived the Empirikul on her own. All we know is that she looked for Stephen the moment The Peregrine Child threatened her dimension. And here's my only reservation about this theory.

Clea's characterization in DODS. She appears to be vulnerable and sweet, especially in Lee's art.

What I *think* it could trigger her fierce side and justifies her angrier characterization is the fact that she lost Stephen twice in front of her very own eyes, and three times in the span of a week. Maybe something broke in her heart, and the fact that she had to keep proving to everyone that she was capable of carrying the mantle of the Sorcerer Supreme could have shifted the balance of her heart. Let's not forget that few heroes were kind and empathetic enought to her grief (which explains why she befriended Moon Knight so quickly). Only Wong and Bats were facing the same levels of grief and they were all dealing with it in their own ways.

With that being said, we don't know if it's Jed's choice to portray her in such aggressive manner as to oppose her melancholic self in DODS or it's all part of a larger scenario where he'll exploit her characterization in order for her to find her balance once more. We don't have answers for that and it's very frustrating, especially for Clea fans, but I still have hope that we'll see something about it soon enough. I often trust Jed so I'm patiently waiting haha As the saying goes, "it is what it is".

Also, no worries!! I appreciate your long text and your sharing your thoughts and theories with us!! Thank you so much for passing by, I hope our concerns are addressed soon enough!

[shutupvestler]

it's been a while since my last post but here Death note headcanon - theory: Light is on a spectrum.

It's been proven that L is undoubtedly autistic. But such a theory has never aroused about Light, and I think it's a big loss. So, it was scientifically proven that neurodivergent people's brain receives and process information differently but Light shows many times that he understands L's logic and process of thinking far too many times which could serve as a prove that they could share the process of thinking. I mean, skillful experienced people from the task force, who were on police duty for many years couldn't do that but Light could.

Light has black-white thinking. Black-white thinking is also one of many characteristics that could be associated with autism (I'm not saying that every autistic person has to have this feature). However, it is an arguable matter because Light found a death note at the age of seventeen when his prefrontal cortex wasn't fully developed yet when he was prone to such way of thinking due to neurophysiology and died at the age of twenty-three without his prefrontal cortex being fully developed yet, meanwhile in cases of most people prefrontal cortex usually develops at the age of twenty-five or even later.

Hyper fixation. The desire to change the world (which solely could be based on black-and-white thinking could hardly be called a "hyper fixation" but in Light's case, I think it would judging by the fact that he was ready to give up his life into service of the goal he created for himself.

Lack of interest in intimacy/personal life. This also could be attributed to strong hyper-fixation showing that Light has a lack of understanding and urge to experience human basic desires that could be connected to his strong hyper-fixation.

Fatalism. I honestly don't know if fatalism could be applied to autistic features but it's an interesting detail about Light's character. He is a fatalist, and he sincerely believes that he is a chosen one despite Ruyk telling him that he isn't special, that he hasn't been chosen, it's just a coincidence.

[iheart-nana]

xxxi. second chances

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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE ─ second chances.

❛ cause in this city's barren cold, i still remember the fist fall of snow ❜

Narrator's Perspective

There's nothing like a good meal after a long day of work. Eunyoung and Yumi realized the credibility of this statement as they sat at the dining table in their apartment, munching away to glory, not uttering a word until every crumb of food from their plates had disappeared.

"I don't think we need to wash the dishes now," Yumi piped.

"It's not like we have the energy to do that anyways," Eunyoung replied, leaning back in her chair, sighing.

"Don't you sit on your CEO chair and order people around all day?" Yumi teased.

"Are you kidding?" she exclaimed, slightly offended. Her fatigue seemed to have hindered her ability to detect playful sarcasm, "I've been answering a million calls for the past two days, and all the reporters are dying to know all the details of Sunjae..." she trailed off- the words were too painful to utter, "Anyways, it's as if the whole office is working on the same case. Have you ever seen my eyes this puffy. I'm single-handedly improving the income of all tissue paper manufactures."

"God, forget I ever asked," Yumi muttered, putting her hands up.

"Tell me, how's stuff at our office?" Eunyoung changed the topic swiftly, "Any turbulence?"

"I wouldn't say turbulence," answered Yumi thoughtfully, "But this case I'm on right now is straight out of an Agatha Christie novel. This woman's husband got hit by a bus and he died. It seems so simple, but the woman is insisting that he was murdered. I can't tell you more because of attorney-client confidentiality, but it's completely nuts. Like, they should have given this case to- I don't know, Hercule Poirot or Sherlock Holmes, not me. I swear the woman's on crack or something because I've never met someone so ecstatic in my life. Taesung and I barely sat through the interview-"

"Wait wait what did you just say?" Eunyoung asked, suddenly sitting up straight, trying to make sure she didn't mishear Yumi.

"Huh?" Yumi went quiet suddenly, realizing that this was the first time she mentioned Taesung being on the case with her, "Oh, that's right. Kim Taesung is a cop now. Violent crimes division. Who would've imagined? Not me." She let out an unnatural giggle which definitely didn't sound like something that would come out of a sober person's mouth. 

"Girl, you're blabbering slow down," Eunyoung said, leaning on the table between them, looking straight into Yumi's eyes that were staring intently at the floor, "You're saying that Kim Taesung- high school delinquent became a cop? And he's working with you?  What is this? A badly written rom-com?"

"You think I'm making it up?" Yumi ejaculated defensively.

"I- goodness," Eunyoung sighed, her eyes blinking rapidly as her brain tried to digest all this new information, "After fifteen years. And it hasn't even been fifteen years since..."

Her thoughts trailed away. Her eyes landed on the CD player she moved to the living room in the hope that her heart would ache a little less. But there it was, staring down at her. There were a million different thoughts racing through her mind. How much pain must Yumi be in? Things had happened so fast for her, and she had no time to process the shock fully.

A bone-chilling wind entered through the kitchen window, goosebumps erupting on both of their arms. The world seemed to hold it's breath for a moment and the stillness was almost uncomfortable. Then, it started. It had started snowing, and the snow would soon wrap the whole city in a white, icy blanket; And it was just like the night of the Eclipse concert, starting slowly, then transitioning into a full-fledged storm. It wasn't unlike the news of Sunjae's death, that creeped up on her slowly, hardly believable at first and then becoming increasingly every second that passed. 

Eunyoung's hand reached for Yumi's, holding it tightly, "Are you okay?" the question was barely a whisper, because she knew that neither of them were.

"No."

The clock struck twelve, and the display on the CD player flashed, then showed the numbers 2:00. Then the walls around them melted away as they were flung through space and time once again.

💿

"Excuse me, you two girls!" the teacher's voice hollered through the classroom, "Sleeping in class, both of you sisters! Aren't you the slightest bit ashamed?"

Eunyoung and Yumi jerked awake, looking at each other as if to ask, "Is he talking about us?" Eunyoung's eyes took a quick glance at the calendar in the corner of the room. June 2008. She had to stop the sigh of relief from escaping her mouth. Sunjae was alive, and she had another chance to set things right. 

"Stand up when I'm talking to you!" the teacher's voice boomed as they both stood up abruptly, "Go stand at the back of the class! Sleeping while I'm explaining such important concepts... kids these days," he muttered in annoyance as Yumi and Eunyoung moved to the back of the class as a couple of kids snickered at them; But they couldn't care less. They had more pressing matters on their mind. 

I have to set things right. Yumi thought to herself with determination. Heck, she was ready to accept that she liked the stupid boy. She had to save him; Save him from the misery he would face in the future. She wanted to preserve that spark in his eyes, and she was willing to go to any lengths to do it. Ten days had already passed in this timeline. The clock was ticking, and she understood that she had to work fast.

"Why do we always end up in school when we switch timelines?" Eunyoung hissed in frustration as the bell went off.

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nana's notes: here we go! round two.

delphi's notes: they're motivated again guys.

next chapter: saturday (out now!) list of chapters here!

[system-society]

(cw for fusion talk) hey, i dunno if this is the place for this sort of question, but we have an issue with one of our headmates. they're a previous host who wasn't suited to the role, kinda shoved into it during a bad period of time, and during that time they lost connection to the rest of the system and essentially became a singlet for a little bit before rediscovering the system; that was a long time ago at this point, but one issue that they kept having was feeling like they were taking fronting time away from everyone else, since it was just them alone most of the time while we were still trying to repair our switching and communication functions. after a while we got more people into our fronting rotation and eventually they stepped down as host and stopped fronting super frequently. but they still, even as recent as yesterday, feel guilty for fronting literally ever because they feel like they're taking time away from everyone else. they didn't realise that they haven't fronted in over a month and yet still left front very quickly because of the guilt.

this has led to,, we think they're starting to fuse into the rest of the system? which is absolutely terrifying to us- the feeling of fully losing a headmate in the system, where they're gone and cannot be reached again, freaks us the hell out. other headmates, some who have been around unchanged for a while, are suddenly and randomly picking up traits that they didn't have before, ones that were very distinct to this headmate. when they front they're much less distinct, they're losing a lot of the grip they had over a lot of the system functions that are typically easy for us. one way we differentiate between people in-sys is their relationships and emotions about other people in the sys, and any relationship "threads" that might still be connected on one end are just blank on theirs. as if the information that was there is just Gone- there is just zero emotion on their end and it's very disorientating. which is further contributing to their guilt as it leads to them just not having any motivation to interact with anyone else in the sys, even people they were very deeply in love with, and they feel like they've ruined all their relationships with this self-destructive spiral.

usually we try to solve this stuff internally as we're pretty good at solving things like this, but it's been months and we don't really know what to do. we noticed this process happening back in may, and thought if we focused enough on it we'd be able to fix it, but it hasn't stopped. it's been a very gradual process- that feels normal for this headmate, it took over six months for them to form initially- but the gaps between them showing up in front are getting longer and the space they occupy in headspace is feeling emptier by the day.

we don't want to lose this headmate, as a huge amount of us care about them very deeply. but also losing this headmate might damage our functions a lot. they were one of the absolute best at managing and navigating the system, taking on the role of archivist after host. we have other archivists, but this headmate's connections to so many others made it a lot easier for them to have access to almost the whole system, which is something we struggle with as a very large system with a ton of barriers between sidesystems. we're already sort of struggling to keep our current fronting group together, as they were sort of the "glue" that kept all our mostly-disconnected groups together.

sorry if this is a lot. we're just very worried, and we don't know why this is happening or what we can do about it.

Hey there anon, I totally get your worry and concern. My best advice? Take a deep breath, and try to hold on to them best you can. Find ways to ground them in the inner and outerworld. Sometimes, there’s not much you can do against the brain, so plan contingencies, okay? But best of luck to you.

[television-overload]

Sometimes I have to remind myself that Ziva is legit alive on NCIS and I didn't just read that in a fanfiction. My brain still hasn't fully processed that information yet.

[frostbitepandaaaaa]

Iolokus, Chapter 3

OKAY, I'M OFFICIALLY HOOKED. oh boy.

more under the cut. spoilers and also some disturbing shit.

Although you'd have to know him to understand this, underneath the clutter Mulder is actually a very organized person. He has his own system for remembering where things are. Part of it is to make it harder for any malevolent outsider to find particular information, but part is just Mulder's own cussedness. He won't do anything the easy way if a harder approach can be pulled off with the appropriate amount of effort and planning.

-- Iolokus, Chapter 3, rivkat & MustangSally

this is just so Mulder holy shit.

"Roush is connected with the experiments on abductees," he continued. "Frohike couldn't find out much because they're very secretive. But it appears that we have an unexpected advantage--I'm a minority stockholder. I think I'm entitled to look at the books, actually, though my lawyer hasn't gotten back to me on that yet."

I was so amazed that I lost any sense of what was happening, and I tried to get my hands underneath me so I could stabilize myself. He batted them away almost absentmindedly. My shoulders were starting to hurt from the strain. I wasn't quite lying down on all that pristine paper, but I wasn't kneeling either; my arms were stretched out like matchsticks, keeping my face from disappearing into all the letters and brochures. He was holding me, holding us both, and the stocks were shifting underneath us as smoothly as his cock was slipping in and out of me.

"Dear old dad," he said, when he'd found a good rhythm. Now he sounded like he'd been running. "He left me very well-off. Invested his hush money well. I wonder how many suits I bought because Roush's drugs aided the super-ovulation process. I bought three or four in the months after you were returned."

"Don't..." I moaned, wanting him to shut up, to take it back. It didn't occur to me to suggest that it wasn't his fault.

"Shh," he warned, and put his fingers into my mouth to enforce the command. I bit down, not hard enough to draw blood, and he growled and thrust harder.

It was horrible, it was degrading, I thought in a few brain cells as my breath caught low in my belly and I sucked on his thumb as though it were another cock in my mouth.

-- Iolokus, Chapter 3, rivkat & MustangSally

there's... a lot going on here. so, it seems cruel and something much too dark for either of them, but then again, there's a lot of anger and resentment built up there. not necessarily between them (though there is some there), but with the world at large. Scully had her body fucked with, and had her future stolen from her. and guess what? Mulder's father held a stake in the company behind her abduction and her violation. a stake that Mulder inherited. it could very well be helpful, but it one more nail in the cross bearing the weight of Mulder's ponderous guilt. he is a wealthy man based on the profits of blood money, off the backs of not just his partner and lover, but countless other women.

for this whole story, Scully has been the one taking comfort from fucking Mulder-- taking control of something. i think, here, as icky as it from the outside, Mulder is now taking comfort inn taking control of Scully. of fully and truly fucking her. i don't know, but it's fucked up but without reason.

In the hospital, remembering to breathe like someone who's going to live, remembering what it was like to have someone look at me and not see *Love Story* playing at their own personal cinema of life, I was willing to let go of the skepticism. I offered chance and faith and microchips each an equal share in my success story.

That was a variety of disbelief too. That was a copout, and I am ashamed now of the weakness that would not let me look too closely into the mechanism of my resurrection.

-- Iolokus, Chapter 3, rivkat & MustangSally

fucking yikes. this hits hard.

Scully put the phone down and I saw a fragment of a guilty look, like a hawk's shadow over a field on a sunny day, cross her face

-- Iolokus, Chapter 3, rivkat & MustangSally

i just really like that simile okay?

Scully knows my e-mail password. She has my keys. She could recite my social security number from all the times she's written it on hospital insurance forms.

Why didn't I know her secret codes?

I think that question answers itself.

-- Iolokus, Chapter 3, rivkat & MustangSally

:(

"I don't know what I believe." Now there's an understatement. "But she shouldn't be alone right now."

"I don't think that you're in any position to judge what Agent Scully does or does not need right now."

"Oh, and you are? Was that part of the bargain you made with the smoker--he cures Scully's cancer, and then throws her in as your reward for playing along?"

He rose to his feet like an avalanche. I was glad that the desk was in between us. I almost reached for my gun, but then he really would have beaten me up and I couldn't afford to waste that time.

"*Agent* Mulder," he ground out, "I'm going to ignore that because I understand that you've both been under severe stress recently. Apparently, Agent Scully has decided to deal with that constructively. I wish I could say the same for you. If I'm mistaken, and she's picked up your bad habits, I will hold you personally responsible for anything that goes wrong."

[...]

"Listen to me and listen well, Mulder. I think we both understand that Agent Scully is in danger because of her association with you. If she's taking active steps to increase that danger, I expect you to stop her. If I have to protect her by taking away her badge, I'll do that. Unlike some people, my desire to curry her favor does not outstrip my concern for her."

Primal growl therapy.

Skinner, I thought admiringly as I let myself out, I'm really going to need your balls this weekend.

-- Iolokus, Chapter 3, rivkat & MustangSally

i fucking love this exchange. it so fucking them. so much weird, childish petulance from Mulder and weird, childish machismo and peacocking from the both of them. when it comes to the two of them doing what think is best for Scully, shit can get weird and this is so perfectly done.

High anger, high color, his hair sticking out around his head like spiky feathers, glaring down at me as though I were a bad little child. He literally shoved past me into my apartment. I don't like having him here; he takes up too much space, invades my little lair and breaks things. He breaks water glasses, door hinges, a magazine rack, and it's all because he is too big, has too much energy for the rooms. While I was in San Diego he killed all my plants by over-watering them. I left a dead child on the West Coast and came home to slimy decay in terracotta pots.

-- Iolokus, Chapter 3, rivkat & MustangSally

they do this-- they lure you into this false sense of security. you're like 'haha yeah Mulder is big and lanky' and then they hit you with a sentence like that at the end. fucking oof.

"From me."

The minute that Mulder realizes that the world does not revolve around his shapely ass the heavens are going to open up and angels will sing.

"No."

-- Iolokus, Chapter 3, rivkat & MustangSally

*snickering*

"I need some time, all right?" said and started putting dishes in the dishwasher.

He grabbed my forearm hard enough for it to hurt and a wineglass--a new one, dammit--slipped from my fingers to the floor. The glass exploded into tiny fragments.

I told you, he breaks things.

"You're a shitty liar, Scully."

Still squeezing my forearm, he pulled me around the open dishwasher door. The metal corner sliced through my sweatpants and ground along my shinbone. I gasped at the pain, but this didn't stop Mulder from hauling me into the living room.

He wouldn't let go even when we stopped moving. We were different temperatures, but for some reason I couldn't tell who was hot and who cold. I stared up at him. Did I look like that when I knew he was about to run off without me? I hoped not. So sad and blasted, like a coastline after a hurricane when all the shoddily built houses have been knocked down.

"Are you going to screw me over too? Throw me to the wolves? Or maybe you're just going to fuck some poor schmuck like Zippy senseless for a change of pace?"

"What if I did fuck Zippy? What would you do?" I asked and stepped closer to him.

Like a dog who isn't quite sure if he has seen the steak on the countertop or not, Mulder cocked his head and blinked at me. He can be so fucking stupid sometimes.

"You know, Mulder," I continued conversationally, lowering my voice so that he leaned in just as if we were conferring over a dead body.

"Some people might think that the abrupt change of topic from my vacation time to your old friend Zippy indicated a certain amount of...jealousy...on your part."

-- Iolokus, Chapter 3, rivkat & MustangSally

this is an interesting dynamic they've set up here. not sure how i feel about this exchange. All i know is Scully accusing Mulder of jealousy is... hilarious.

Emily's death was a nuclear strike. The sand that I slipped and slid through in my dream fused to glass. Since then, when I slept I woke to glass needles in my eyes. Green glowing rain surrounded me. I walked barefoot over glass like ocean waves frozen mid-storm and it did not cut me.

I couldn't go near my little girl without a mask, because she might have bled on me and made me ill. And though she didn't bleed, she just slipped away, there were still bloody handprints on the whitewashed walls of my mind.

I wondered if I could still bleed.

I hadn't bled in over a year.

-- Iolokus, Chapter 3, rivkat & MustangSally

this is so fucking beautiful and so, so sad. the aches, the deeply painful wounds... oh my god it's too much. poor, poor Scully.

I was rambling. That too made sense, thoughts sliding on glass, bouncing off glass. I would make myself a suit of glass armor. I was radioactive; I killed everyone I touched. And I needed to make that deadliness work for me.

No more stoic suffering for a voyeur-God who eats it like candy. I'd been patient. Now it was time for me to act.

Cain was a farmer and Abel was a shepherd. Cain sacrificed the fruits of the earth for God's approval and Abel gave Him fresh warm bodies. God loved Abel and his sacrifices. He thought Cain was a wimp. So whose fault is it that Cain resolved to do better next time?

I was going to do better next time.

God, I'm told, helps those who help themselves.

-- Iolokus, Chapter 3, rivkat & MustangSally

yeah, this is the passage that had me fully strapped in. Scully mad at God? she's about to go fucking nuclear. like... i cannot wait to see what she is going to do. she's got all the info she needs (presumably), but also it's from Marita so who the fuck knows. but i also hope Mulder shows up in time to save her, because she's gonna immolate herself in the process.

[tcportfoliomgj]

Thursday, 22 of April, 2021

"Everyone has one - an inventory of lost things waiting to be found. Yearning to be acknowledged for the worth they once held in your life." - Lang Leav

Now that I've had my formative assessment for my second portfolio, this portfolio, I'm starting to realise that this academic year is coming to an end soon. I got a lot of positive and helpful feedback, but that doesn't mean I'm in the clear. I realise that there is still a lot to do.

I was supposed to go to my primary school today, but I decided not to. I called in sick and took a day off. A mental health day, I suppose. Not because I'm paralysed by overwhelming amounts of stress (not yet at least) but because my brain's been really fuzzy lately. It might be an ADHD thing, or maybe just a human thing, but I get periods where it seems like there is a layer of fog clouding my brain. My thoughts are not fully sinking in, I get even more easily distracted, it takes me a long time to form and process thoughts and I feel like I'm very forgetful. It doesn't always directly affect my schoolwork, but it definitely doesn't help.

So I woke up this morning, called in sick and went back to bed. My sleep schedule hasn't been the best lately (or ever) so I could use the extra hours of sleep. Once noon rolled around I woke up, but I didn't actually get up until 14:00. I had breakfast (or lunch) and finally decided to start my day. I try to start my day with a bit of reading. I have a book called Word Perfect (Dent, 2020). It goes into the etymology of a word, with a word for every day of the year. Normally by this time, I would be almost finished with my internship, but now I got some extra rest. Was skipping my internship the best decision? Maybe not. But I think knowing when to step back also shows strength.

One of the C's we have to show in our portfolio is communication. This is about the ability to communicate effectively, orally and written as well as digitally, for different types of audiences. This also includes the ability to listen (Teachers College, 2020, p. 13). I personally believe that in order to communicate well, we have to understand ourselves first. You have to understand the language you speak before you can expect someone else to understand it. And today I'm taking the time to do this. I'm taking time to listen to my foggy brain, to understand these thoughts and to understand my language.

Communication is not my strongest suit, I'd say. I often talk a lot, forgetting to let others speak. This goes hand in hand with unintentionally or impulsively cutting people off or talking other them. All bad habits that I am working on. Understanding myself and my language helps with working on my communication. It helps me to understand where these habits come from. It doesn't automatically solve all problems, of course. For example, I often can be quick to connect the dots and respond in a conversation, discussion or debate. Recently, during Reading the News, someone on my learning team told me that they didn't feel like I was listening, because of my rapid responses. I must admit, hearing things like that do hurt a bit, though I quickly get over it. I definitely understand where those thought and thoughts stem from, but I do think it's also a very neurotypical (neurologically typical, or NT) way of thinking. A lot of people with ADHD see themselves as neurodivergent (also referred to as neurodiverse), meaning we are neurologically atypical. Others view this as abnormal or extreme. The terms neurodiverse and neurodivergent were first used by people with ASD (autism spectrum disorder) but later also by people with dyslexia, dyscalculia, Tourette syndrome and ADHD, as well as some other mental health disorders like bipolar disorder and schizophrenia.

These aren't necessarily scientific terms, but I think for neurologically atypical people these are very helpful. Whether you think ADHD is a disorder or not, it clearly isn't the default. It isn't typical. For example, studies show that approximately 90% of people are right-handed (Papadatou-Pastou et al., 2020). This means that left-handed people are a minority. To be atypical means to be irregular, unusual or, simply put, not typical. This does not mean left-handedness is a disorder, but based on this information, we can state that left-handedness is atypical. Does this mean that left-handedness should be ignored? Should left-handed people figure it out themselves, or conform to the ways of a right-handed society? Well, apparently not (or not anymore, at least). Nowadays, left-handed people are taught how to properly write, they are given left-handed scissors and they are seen, acknowledged and understood. However, this is not always the case for neurodivergent people. We are often expected to conform. When we are not expected to conform, we are seen as abnormal, with the need for separate treatment or schooling. Wienen states that the norm at schools is too narrow. This narrow norm causes 'abnormalities' (neurodivergent children in this case) to be more obvious (Graas, de Klein, Stevens, Jansen, & Nunen, 2018). He believes that this causes children to be quickly diagnosed with ADHD, ODD, et cetera. He's in favour of normalising ADHD (among other disorders). Whether you call it a disorder or not doesn't really matter. Normalisation is great, and I truly believe that this will help. But normalisation does not mean that neurodivergent people are typical. They are still atypical, and should still be helped, seen, acknowledged and understood.

Taking a mental health day is a way for me to take a step back and understand myself. This way I can work on my communication and my collaboration. I will work on my habits and I will continue to better myself. But that doesn't mean that others shouldn't try to understand neurodivergent people. We might be atypical, we might not fall into the norm, but we're here. While I work on my ability to communicate and collaborate, I will take my behaviour and ADHD into account, but I hope others do too. People can be very quick to pass judgement, unfortunately. I hope that as a teacher, I will always try to understand people and their behaviour, whether they are neurotypical or neurodivergent.

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