#psychology stuff

[cosmic-muses]

The brain is such a miracle... that thang should not function

[fruitsofhell]

So like about my last reblog: Personally I think it's usually a bad idea to write a character with the intention of making them fit into something like a mental disorder. I have plenty of characters who straight up have mental disorders I can list, but I didn't make them to be like that. I make a guy first, and flesh them and their personality and psychology out a lot, and then often I'm like, "hey they kinda fit into this", and then I use that to inform what other parts of their character might be like.

Because mental disorders are just a label of dysfunctional behavior that often clusters together, a mental disorder doesn't make you the way you are, it might predict other issues you have, but doesn't endow you with them. It's first and foremost a description of how someone's behaves in a dysfunctional way that gives people an idea of what the hell is wrong.

A lot of people I feel also forget that with most disorders, you don't need every symptom listed to be diagnosed with it, and even if you don't reach the criteria for an explicitly listed on there's usually a catch-all generic disorder, because this shit is a very tricky science. People are tricky, people's minds are even trickier, and psychpathology isn't some sort of precise measuring tool.

Because of that if you're just gonna look up a disorder and say "ok I'm gonna make a character who's all that" you're... you're gonna make a gijinka of dsm criteria. You're going to literally make a stereotype, no one is that simple, even people who meet all the criteria meet it in wildly different ways. In ways that would change based on opinion from psychiatrist to psychiatrist lmao.

Oh yeah and then also that book (and all official info understandably based on it) can be so fucking wrong too.

[mx-aster]

Dmitri and BPD coding

Poster this somewhere else but

Judging Dmitri’s symptoms of unstable identity,intense moods,something with him having a intense wave of anger and calling him then not anymore towards Sergei and was like “my truest friend” and some other stuff. I’m gonna guess a cluster B disorder but his symptoms are kind similar to those of BPD symptoms) if not that then some type of traumatic disorder.

[chamerionwrites]

Also, there is so much hand-wringing over the ethics of BDSM and while obviously it is worth taking care about ...sensation seeking is a thing. Many, many people enjoy eating habanero peppers and/or watching movies that make them cry. The conceptual leap from there to the idea that it's possible for sex to hurt good is a very short one, and sometimes it REALLY is as simple as that.

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[nightbirdz]

Me: So yeah when I was little my mom used to make me take a nap or sleep whenever I was feeling angry or sad

My therapist: That sounds like it might be the root cause of your constant flight response being to sleep for long periods of time when you're feeling depressed

Me:

[kalavathiraj]

I am enough. I am OK. I will just stay. Here. By Myself.

Kalavathi Raj, QUOTUS

[ao3-crack]

(x)

[dukeofthomas]

"Are the Robins child soldiers" It depends. If the story is super serious and into exploring complex morality and grounded from reality's standards, then yes. If the story is lighthearted, made for children, fluff, etc., then no. If it's somewhere in the middle, it might depend.

If an author wants to write a story seriously delving into the fucked up-ness of children fighting criminals, they can, and if you don't like it, you can read something else.

If an author wants to write a fun story about villains and heroes featuring Robin in a world where that's not an issue, they can, and if you don't like it, you can read something else.

If an author wants to write a serious story but not apply IRL-logic to Robin, they can, and if you don't like it, you can read something else.

[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.

[cosmic-muses]

I want a Brain Scan. I want to see the activity of our brain in real time. I've seen our own heart beating plenty of times. But I've never seen our brain...

[suokumi]

some things were meant to stay dead

This man is full of trauma and we love to see that

Soleil from GiTM by @venomous-qwille

[ramsei501st]

in honor of laika coming back from the dead to release a new movie, a kubo of mine with some questionable summer fashion. im love he

inspired by @/kittarts' coraline art ;o;/

[edenfenixblogs]

I was having a rough night so I went to my favorite funny website IsMercuryInRetrograde.com

I’m not a huge believer in astrology, but the website only has two pages:

If it’s in retrograde it says yes, which feels weirdly validating.

If it’s not in retrograde it just says “No, something else must be bumming you out,” which always gives me a little chuckle.

Fun silly website. Yay.

Except this time

YES. SOMETHING ELSE IS BUMMING ME OUT.

The fact that unless I lock myself in a room with only pre-written or pre-recorded material that I’ve already read or watched and know is safe I CANNOT GO TWELVE FUCKING HOURS WITHOUT HEARING ABOUT THIS FUCKING WAR.

It’s killing me. There are no breaks. I open any website or social media app and it’s an immediate bombardment of info about the war. I go watch a YouTube video and then there’s a fundraiser at the end.

I flip through channels and see news about an antisemitic attack or a bombing in Gaza or Rafah.

I leave notifications on and get a text from a friend who sees a “rape is resistance” sticker on her walk home from school.

I go to look for pride merch and see watermelon merch mixed in as if war is some kind of gay accessory. I look through a fandom tag and see cartoon characters in a kids cartoon drawn with Palestinian flags.

It’s fucking endless. It’s insane. I just wanted a few days without having to think about all of it so I could recharge and I haven’t even been able to go a continuous 12 hour stretch without something or someone shoving the whole thing in my face.

It’s not healthy to live like this. I already have PTSD. And I’m trying with all my might not to retreat fully within myself but this is fucking killing me.

And I am someone who is pro peace and pro ceasefire and pro Palestinian welfare and anti-Likud but also anti-antisemitism. I do nothing but promote interfaith and intercultural organizations devoted to fostering peace. I want this war over.

And yet I’m fucking stuck in this perpetual hellhole of awful news and constant imagery about war and death and antisemitism and Palestinian suffering. And it’s too much. Why can’t I even go 12 hours. It’s killing me.

The fucking mercury in retrograde website‽ YES. SOMETHING ELSE IS BUMMING ME OUT AND ITS YOU.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Angel Dust: "Ya know what your trouble is, toots?"

Vaggie: "You, currently. And usually."

Angel Dust: "Nah nah, I'm talkn' about ya lack of self love!"

Vaggie: "Angel Dust, so help me Charlie- if you tell me to go get myself off-"

Angel Dust: "I would NEVER!"

Vaggie: "Good."

Angel Dust: "That's like, step three on the loving yourself list. Step one for ya is walking around with ya wings out, like ya ain't ashamed of havin' them."

Vaggie: "I AM ashamed of having them?"

Angel Dust: "Well at least ya not in denial over it."

Vaggie: "Why should I love having murder wings. I don't like having murder wings. I fucking murdered people with my murder wings."

Angel Dust: "So? There's more than one way to slay with wings like those~"

Vaggie: "I'm leaving."

Angel Dust: "Did ya even SEE the look Charlie Puff gave ya?"

Vaggie: ".... what look."

Angel Dust: "That look, when you did that biiiiiiiiig stretch and throaty groan after getting beat up by Carmine an' walking home with a shit load of weapons. The look like Charlie was thinkin' about what to EAT that night, if ya know what I mean."

Vaggie: "...."

Angel Dust: "HA! Ya know EXACTLY what I mean, don'tcha!?"

Vaggie: ".... does just seeing someone stretch their wings... does that really do it for people?"

Angel Dust: "Ya ever caught me ogling old Whiskers when he yowls about back pain while actually straightenin' up for a change?"

Vaggie: "Yeah."

Angel Dust: "Yeah~"

Vaggie: "Huh. So, what's step two of the self love thing?"

Angel Dust: "Not haven' to use ya girlfriend as an excuse and reason to love yourself like a dumb lesbian."

Vaggie: "Okay well I give up-"

Angel Dust: "Step six is the BEST sex with said girlfriend that either of ya have EVER had. Like I'm talkn' the mind blown, legs go numb, no one is left standin' for DAYS afterwards kinda s-"

Vaggie: "Angel Dust, stop."

Vaggie: "Let me get a note pad and pen first."

[aurosoul]

me playing Animal Crossing in a brand new way: “I’m making this penguin into a hoarder”

my bf: “that’s your right, I guess”