#testament therapist real

[monkabonka1]

Behold: the stupidest doodle ever:

[udurghsigil]

not to sound anti-science or anything but i feel like a big reason for general human suffering right now is because we know too many of the secrets of this world

[cerleansky]

My therapist was so real for saying the meaning of life is found in connection.

People hug their friends when they meet up and hug them a little tighter when it comes time to say goodbye. My grandfather rebuilt the broken rocking horse my grandmother had as a child, a gift from her father. There's an indescribable ache that goes along with seeing someone you used to know intimately, the becoming of a common stranger. Coincidences that bind, one time I got an uber and the driver used to live in my home before me. It was the last place he saw his father alive as a child and he nearly cried when I told him the walls were still the same colour.

Has anyone ever gotten over their childhood best friend? Is that alone not a testament to the fact we are more than blood and bones.

It's all about connection, friends.

[raccoon-in-the-danger-room]

getting pissed about the love triangle again, so here are my ramblings

I hate it cause everyone's characterization gets fucked over implicitly because each of them turn into the worst versions of themselves

Jean is labeled as the slut. A dull and one-dimensional plot device to Logan's angst, an apathetic cheater to Scott's pain

Scott is labeled as the loser. A butt of the joke to Logan's "victory" (I hate even saying it cause Jean isn't a prize but thats how writers hype it up), a guy who's pathetic enough to still be there whenever Jean wants him again

Logan is labeled as the homewrecker. A man Jean "can fix" because of her psychic abilities, an absolute asshole in Scott's story

Everything about the love triangle infuriates me cause they're all such amazing characters for one thing, not to mention their relationships with one another

Like I can't stress enough how much I LOVE Jean and Scott's love. In most narratives, they were high school sweethearts. They were the first students and a part of the first team. They fell hopelessly and deeply in love with each other because how couldn't they!

They were kids tormented by how freakish they were, and each one of them held onto the other to become their anchor. Echoing sentiments like "no, you're not a freak, you're just YOU and there's nothing wrong with that."

Also, it's so cute in the very original run of xmen Scott didn't ask out Jean for AGES and ppl bullied the absolute fuck outta him for it. Cause Scott's whole thing was that he never thought he was good enough for her. But Jean waited for him. And idk what to say other than that Imma real sucker for friends to lovers and the power of being an absolute simp for your girl

As for their friendships with Logan -- it makes me so sad that it's soooooooooo overshadowed or even nonexistent cause of the love triangle

Cause Jean being there for Logan when he's dealing with his memory loss IS really sweet. If romance is taken out of the equation, I think it's such a powerful testament to their platonic love for each other. Logan allowing Jean into his mind and knowing she won't think less of him is incredibly vulnerable on his part. Jean persisting to help him because she cares about him and emphasizing he IS more man than animal is so deeply kind of her

But they shouldn't be in romantic love with each other because of this. It creates an INSANE "I love my therapist -- I mean girlfriend -- I mean Scott's girlfriend" vibe. Just...... gross dude.

As for Scott and Logan's friendship, they're so funny dude. Just a slapstick good cop, bad cop comedy duo. Eagle scout uncle that gives you genuinely good life advice and that weird uncle who smokes cigs, rides a bike, and tells you how to punch properly so you don't break your hand

They just have SO MUCH POTENTIAL to be good friends and it makes me genuinely sad that all three of them are forced into a love triangle. They're all such interesting ppl that are unique opposing or foil characters to each other

They all deserve better than to be the slut, the homewrecker, and the loser

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Hello hi sorry it has been so long! I was busy and didn't get the chance to look at the new prompt list yet, but I'm here now :D

8. “I shared pieces of me, with so many people, and none of them kept those pieces safe, and I don’t know if I can risk that with you because it would devastate me if you turn out to be the same as them all. I would be completely destroyed.” 14. “I make shitty decisions and you’re a testament to that matter.” 26. “You’re the reason why I fell in love with you. You, as a whole.”

My thoughts/ideas: Guess who's back again! It's ANGST!! Nr 8 in particular is just, Adam's abandonment issues to a T. He could use a little affirmation that Lucifer didn't fall in love with him just because he's 3/3, or to get revenge or something. For the wholesomeness :))

Indigo <3

No worries! 😁 Thank you!!

Adam was waiting for the other boot to drop, things with Lucifer had been going well lately but there was something that he just couldn't shake.

Now that they have slept together, Adam couldn't help but think that he had been tricked so that Lucifer could complete his stupid 3/3 of the Eden humans. He's heard people joke about it and it fucking bothered him.

His feelings weren't a fucking joke, it had taken Adam so long to even consider dating Lucifer. There was always that voice in the back of his mind telling him that the king was going to break things off after he'd gotten his fill of fucking him.

So here Adam was not bursting into Lucifer's office. "Am I a fucking joke to you?"

Lucifer jumped, nearly dropping the duck he was working on. He hid it behind his back when he saw Adam. "Um, no?"

Adam stared him down, his golden eyes hard. "My feelings are not a fucking joke! I refuse to be treated like I'm less than nothing, like I'm a toy!" Adam took a steadying breath. “I shared pieces of me, with so many people, and none of them kept those pieces safe, and I don’t know if I can risk that with you because it would devastate me if you turn out to be the same as them all. I would be completely destroyed."  He winced at his own honesty, but there it is.

Lucifers eyes widened. "Where the hell is this coming from?" What was bringing this on?

Adam glared, he bore his teeth in a snarl. "Don't fucking play stupid with me! I know your game."

"Really? Cause I don't."

"You're just trying to get your stupid fucking score for the garden, going 3/3."

Lucifer wasn't even going to point out that even if that were true, they already slept together. He didn't want to piss Adam off more. "Adam-"

"You think I don't hear people talking? Look I get it, I make shitty decisions and you're a testament to that matter-"

"Adam-"

"But I guess that just makes me fucking stupid for wanting something real with you or with anyone-"

"ADAM!" Lucifer shouted. He pulled Adams face close to his making him look him in the eye. "Listen to me! You're the reason why I fell in love with you. You as a whole. Not what some gossipy bitches are saying." He softened a bit. "I love you. I don't know who's filling your head with lies that say otherwise, but I love you, you big dummy." He should really get Adam to talk about this shit in therapy.

"You're not using me?"

"Adam. If I were using you for sex, why the fuck would I let you live in my house? Sleep in my bed? We're engaged for fuck sakes! You're stuck with me." What more could he say?

Adam looked him in the eye and thought it over and sighed. "Okay."

"Okay?" Lucifer dropped his hands.

"Yeah, I think I'm good now. Love you." Adam kissed him on the cheek and made his way to leave.

"Are you fucking serious? After all that?"

Adam blinked. "Yeah..?"

Lucifer wiped his hand down his face. "You are so going to see a therapist sometime soon."

[thelivingmemegod]

Belief in wayward children is soooo interesting to me

Spoilers for Every Heart a Doorway and Where Drowned girls go ahead

The act of believing is absolutely integral to this series. On some level: everyone knows the doors are real,

The people at the twin schools believe this to be fact, even if Whitethorn is designed to brainwash the belief out of its students and the teachers are nameless.

The principal, real and fake, both believe these doors are real, the kids on some level, believe these doors are real.

Cora starts Where Drowned Girls Go fully believing in The Doors and The Moors and the drowned gods that haunt her, she wants that haunting to stop so badly that she goes to whitethorn. There, they begin “teaching her to forget”

And yet.

She never forgets, she aches and yearns like everyone else there. She aches to feel water surround her, but she believes this is “helping” in so far as the rainbows and voices are fading and that will keep being the case as long as she stays up for air. It’s illustrated when she’s listening to Regan struggle during her “graduation”.

“Cora wouldn’t wait to be a Jack-o-lantern. Anything that meant she was still Cora in some way, and not the puppet of the Drowned Gods. She listened to Regan and she yearned, wishing with everything she had to be in the other girl’s shoes.”

Everyone aches and everyone years until they can bend themselves into the box whitethorn wants and then they can leave. Maybe.

Then Sumi shows up. The ultimate, absolute immovable object. She believes in what she wants and will bend and snap any system like perfectly tempered chocolate if it tries to change her. She knows for full blown fact how her story ends, she knows she goes home and she can extended that knowing to others, Cora included.

Cora comes to be a little more like Sumi, believing that she is more than strong enough to face down the Drowned Gods and tell them no. And she is. She makes their rainbows her own and she stops hearing their voices and plots an escape route for them all.

Cora and Sumi are good case studies on what belief can do in this world and that brings me to the reason Every Heart a Doorway is in the spoilers.

Doctor Katherine Lundy.

Kade says during the first book that Lundy thinks in stories. She thinks in beginnings, middles and endings.

Lundy is given a very high position of power, Eleanor’s right hand and the kids therapist, she uses this power well and treats her patients kindly. The kids love her, Eleanor loves her, Kade loves her and she loves them all in turn.

Everyone trusts Lundy

Everyone believes Lundy.

So when she tells the kids that lightning is more likely to strike twice in the same place than they are to find their door home, they believe her.

This is a belief Lundy carries into her grave and I think it’s a belief that dies with her.

The Wolcott twins go home after she dies, Nancy goes home shortly after everything has settled, a door from Confection opens DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF THE SCHOOL at the end of Where Drowned Girls Go.

It’s easier to openly believe in an everyday nightmare then to admit you believe in a beautiful dream, so the kids took Lundy at her word and locked up any hope they had left. Especially when the only women with a counter opinion accidentally looks like a hypocrite because her door is literally still there waiting for her.

I think Lundy’s belief leaked out into the students and kept many of them there. Of course this doesn’t make her bad or a villain by any means. I think she’s a testament to words having mass, unintended affects on people. Affects so deep it can change the very world around them.

I don’t know how to end this ramble thingy but I needed to thought vomit about these books they make me crazzyyyyyyy

[angeart]

Maybe I’m just over emotional bc it’s late but OH MY GOD IM GENUINELY CRYING REAL TEARS. The simple thought that scar and grian’s relationships with their fellow hermits have been so damaged because something so horrible happened to them that was completely out of their control is DESTROYING me. The thing about the party gets me the most because they. God. They were so excited and happy bc their friends were coming home!! They had a house prepared for them!!! And now grian doesn’t even trust PEARL anymore. I know that eventually everything will be okay but I’m so scared of how long it will take for them to even get close to that. Your writing is incredible, the fact that it’s made me feel this distraught is a testament to its quality, but by GOD my therapist WILL be hearing about this.

oH GOSH. yeah!! it's all so ravaging, the shift in relationships and perception and feelings. they're meant to be safe now, they're meant to be happy, they're meant to be hugged and comforted by their friends, they're meant to sit down and chat... and none of that is happening.

it's not their fault.

it's not hermits' fault either.

but it is how things are. full of leftover fear, anxiety deep and clawed. evasiveness, protectiveness, defensiveness. a ravine between them where none was meant to be.

things are too much. and not enough. and all wrong. it's a mess. a chaos of a wasteland after a steady accumulation of a year-long worth of damage.

tHE WELCOME PARTY THING IS SO SAD. the hermits were genuinely eager and excited and relieved. they had signs, and decorations, and even quickly prepared foods and snacks. they made a house for them and were going to show them!! they gathered up and chatted with each other, saying they can't wait for scar and grian to be home.

only for it all to instantly go all wrong, in a horrible way none of them can quite understand. they're left so very confused. they were told to be careful, sure, but that was a vague instruction and there weren't any explanations, and they just... they assumed grian and scar are as excited to see them as the hermits were to see the two of them. they had no reason to think otherwise!!

but clearly, maybe they were wrong.

(they just can't figure out why.)

(why would grian look so afraid? why'd he run? why'd scar say no and run after him, turning his back on everyone else with practiced ease and a tinge of desperation?)

things will be okay, but it is a very gradual eventually. there's many times when they backtrack. when steps in the wrong direction are made. when things get triggered, or memories come back unbidden, old instincts awakening. fears and silence and distance.

they don't want to talk about it, which makes it that much harder for others to understand what they might need. mistakes are made, despite efforts and best intentions.

but, ultimately, grian and scar are safe now. and the others will do their best to prove that to them and wait patiently for the two of them to be ready to be truly home. <3

[the-empress-7]

But by Harry's own admissions, he has very few memories of her. How can you proclaim to know a person when you barely have memories of them?

>>therein is the problem. Harry is over here claiming he’s the sole expert on his mother despite having already claimed (and admitted in his own memoir) that he doesn’t remember much of her and needed to source her friends and sisters for content to publish about her in Spare.

You can’t have it both ways and the Sussexes are a living testament to that.

He really is walking, talking advertisement for not just the dangers of pseudoscience and pseudowellness, but also for *real* mental health treatment and therapy.

I bet a therapist would make a killing with an ad or a tagline that said “don’t be cringe like Harry. Get help today.”

I think most trained therapists look at Harry and think he is a lost cause. Not every one can be healed.

[thehighpriestexx420]

Just a vent post. There’s something about putting it out there versus just writing it in a secret journal. Idk exactly what. Because I don’t expect or even necessarily want this to get attention. Maybe it’s the implication to myself that I might be heard.

TW: sui, existential crisis/POCD like thoughts?

I’ve struggled with pretty severe mental illness since I was 12 yrs old, now being a 28 yr old. Or 29 yr old? I don’t even remember. I just did the calculations and I’ve been 29 since May 10 this year.

This is the first time I’ve forgotten my age. I can see this being a testament to the memory/dissociation issues I’ve been experiencing. Time is a blur and practically nonexistent to me. My therapist can testify to this as well - seeing as how I’ve missed multiple appointments due to me forgetting to even write them down in my calendar. I hardly think it’s a reach/paranoia that I feel like she no longer wants to work with me. I don’t blame her whatsoever.

My diagnosis are pre onset? ADD, major depression, generalized anxiety disorder, agoraphobia, and borderline personality disorder - for context. I’ve thought and compared my state of being to being a “vegetable”. The kind I recently talked to my mom about being one of my biggest fears of being. The kind where they’re helpless & hardly have a life. I told her to please put me out of my misery if that were to happen to me. She has worked in hospice and understood.

When it comes to issues like mine, there’s hardly the same understanding. The mere mention of “death with dignity”/physician assisted death in this case strikes fear in most people. But it’s legal in some states with “terminal illnesses”.

I understand “suicide” can be a grey area and 9 times out of 10 the wrong decision to make. I don’t have a plan. I still have enough hope to keep going. If not only for the sake of preventing despair in my family. I honestly think that those who’ve witnessed my suffering alongside me might have a part of them that’d be relieved that my suffering has ended. Of course that doesn’t take away from the sadness of the situation and that anyone would suffer so much that the end of their life is viewed as a better alternative.

I’m just exploring the idea I suppose. I’m wondering if it would be the most sensible thing to do.

What would being happy and fulfilled with my life feel like? Being content. Being happy to be alive?

Am I living if I don’t even know what’s real and not? How can I ever know for sure what’s real? I’d imagine no one can and it’s simply in our best interest to accept that with peace.

I think the importance I place in certainty is likely due to my sense of safety. How can I feel safe in a relationship if I don’t truly know whether or not they love me? It’s almost like my brain is on autopilot in a desperate attempt to analyze the fuck out of everything in order to somehow prevent oncoming tragedy and danger.

I’ve even questioned if my own feelings for my *dog* are real. Those adorable innocent creatures many of us can agree are such? What if that’s merely our perception and projection? What if they’re merely animals with instincts for survival and don’t truly love us? What if nothing matters and my feelings aren’t actually real? That’s the type of shit I constantly live with. Amongst other things I may write about later but don’t have the capacity to do right now.

[granulesofsand]

Our DID is maybe not a disability. Or it is, but the social model that places fault on the society having barriers rather than the people overcoming them.

The C-PTSD is a disability, that bitch causes all the problems we have and then acts innocent. It knows what it did.

But the whole of the system-ness is fine. We dissociate real hard most of the time, but it isn’t a problem unless outsiders refuse to accommodate it. Same with the amnesia.

We’ve spent a lot of time putting together coping skills and strategies to survive these expectations, and we’re doing okay. We shouldn’t have had to do it like we did, but the structure is there and it’s sound.

Programs are fuck awful, but I can still put that on PTSD. Our being alters has nothing to do with our having programs, and they would have turned us OSDD 2 if we weren’t multiple.

All of the worst things about plurality are still good enough. I don’t want it to be any different than this.

Our therapist made us figure out concise statements for our goals with our system, and it remains: 1) get and stay free, 2) enjoy life, and 3) aim to have positive impact on the world.

There’s subgoals and life plans and all those, but being a system has never been a detriment to getting there. It felt like it sometimes, but still wasn’t really.

The system bit is actually a testament to our freedom, joy, and positivity. We’re getting there, despite growing up believing these things didn’t exist. And we did it together. Always together.

[adrianodiprato]

+ “I dwell in possibility" ~ Emily Dickinson

I'm Possible

In the cacophony of life, amidst the relentless noise and the ever-persistent hustle, there lies a quiet, often overlooked truth: the power of your voice. Author and therapist Shannon L. Alder encapsulated this beautifully when she said, "When you give yourself permission to communicate what matters to you in every situation you will have peace despite rejection or disapproval. Putting a voice to your soul helps you to let go of the negative energy of fear and regret.”

In a world that frequently tells you to conform, to silence your uniqueness, and to doubt your dreams, embracing your voice is nothing short of revolutionary. It's a declaration of your existence, a bold statement that says, "I am here, and I matter." This act of self-permission is not just about speaking up; it’s about acknowledging your worth, your passions, and your right to live a life that is authentically yours.

The journey of finding and using your voice is not always easy. It requires courage, especially in the face of rejection and disapproval. But remember, as Muhammad Ali famously declared,

"Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they’ve been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It’s an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It’s a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing."

This profound truth underscores the spirit of "Permission Is Triumph," a philosophy I hold dear and have explored in over 750 entries on my Tumblr blog. Often, I am asked what this title means. Simply put, it is a testament to the transformative power of granting oneself the formal consent to pursue one's passions and purpose.

Too often, we allow fear, self-doubt, and the judgments of others to hold us back. These barriers cultivate a fixed mindset, trapping us in the comfort of predictability and safety. But the real magic happens when we grant ourselves permission to break free from these constraints. It's in that moment of self-authorisation that true movement begins, leading to purposeful action and, ultimately, self-actualisation.

Triumph, in this context, is about overcoming those fears and obstacles. It is about rejoicing in our growth and achievements, no matter how small they may seem. Every step taken with permission is a step toward mastery, toward a life where love, learning, and living are in harmonious balance.

The word "is" in "Permission Is Triumph" holds profound significance. It is the present indicative of "be," echoing Shakespeare’s timeless question, "To be or not to be." To merely exist or to live abundantly? That is the essence of my message. Each of us has the obligation to attend to ourselves, to truly live rather than just breathe. Saying yes to ourselves, to this glorious life, is the most liberating act we can undertake.

In granting yourself permission, you allow your heart the freedom to shine its light on everything you do. You stop waiting for meaning to happen to you and start defining your own existence. You realise that you have the power to create your own fulfilment and meaning. This is the core message of "Permission Is Triumph."

So, this is your moment. Embrace it fully. Know deep in your heart that you are enough. You possess the power to decide the course of your life. Let go of fear and regret that have held you back. As Maya Angelou wisely said, “Hope and fear cannot occupy the same space. Invite one to stay.” Choose hope as an act of self-love, a testament to your belief in your own potential. Remember always, you are not only capable—you are possible.

Adriano Di Prato is a best-selling author, broadcaster, co-host of the Game Changers podcast series, and the Academic Operations Manager at LCI Melbourne, a progressive art, design + entrepreneurship private institute of higher education.

[monkabonka1]

Continuation of Testament being Caretakers Therapist

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[cinema-hallucinations]

Prompt: create a movie concept for a psychological horror story that centers around undone laundry.

Title: Laundry Day

Tagline: Can a stain of the soul ever be cleansed?

Logline: Eleanor, a once-proud homemaker trapped in a web of obsessive-compulsive disorder, drowns in a sea of unwashed clothes, each garment a canvas of imagined bloodstains echoing a past sin she desperately tries to scrub clean. Reality and delusion collide in a horrifying climax that forces her son to confront a truth more terrifying than he could imagine.

Characters:

Eleanor (50s): A woman consumed by guilt and delusion. She was once a meticulous housekeeper, now lost in a world of unwashed laundry and haunting memories.

Leo (30s): Eleanor's estranged son, concerned but unable to break through the wall of her paranoia. He seeks help from a therapist to understand his mother's condition.

Dr. Park (40s): A compassionate therapist struggling to decipher Eleanor's fractured reality and the truth behind her crippling fear. (deceased by climax)

Plot Summary:

Eleanor's once-immaculate home is now a suffocating prison of unwashed clothes. The crisp whites are replaced by a sea of grays and faded colors, each garment a suspected canvas of crimson stains. Haunted by a past she can't articulate, Eleanor believes these stains are proof of a horrific act that remains shrouded in secrecy.

Leo, estranged from his mother for years, arrives to find her drowning in self-inflicted filth. Desperate to help, he seeks the counsel of Dr. Park, a therapist experienced in treating OCD and trauma.

Dr. Park enters a twisted world where laundry becomes a sinister entity. Eleanor speaks in hushed tones about the "blood clothes," each piece a constant reminder of a past sin. She fixates on unseen stains, imagining them staining her own skin, mirroring Lady Macbeth's desperate handwashing. Dr. Park, with a combination of patience and skillful prompting, manages to coax a confession out of Eleanor.

Whether the crime is real or a figment of Eleanor's illness becomes irrelevant in the face of her escalating mania. The act of confessing, even to a single person, shatters the fragile barrier she has built around her delusions. Driven by a warped sense of needing to "cleanse" herself completely, she attacks Dr. Park in a sudden burst of violence.

Leo, alerted by the commotion, arrives to find his mother attempting to hide Dr. Park's body amidst the piles of laundry. The task is gruesomely made more difficult by Eleanor's self-mutilation, which has resulted (amongst others) in her severing her own left hand entirely. Her other hand, raw and bloodied from her own obsessive scrubbing, is a chilling testament to her mental state.

Themes:

The destructive power of guilt and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The blurred lines between reality and delusion in mental illness.

The burden of a hidden past and its devastating consequences.

The lengths to which a disturbed mind can go to achieve a twisted sense of peace.

Ending:

The film offers no easy answers. The ambiguity of the crime remains. The final scene could depict Leo, heartbroken and terrified, standing amidst the mountains of laundry with his wounded mother. Sirens wail in the distance, signaling the arrival of the authorities. Eleanor, her eyes vacant and glazed, reaches out to touch a white garment hanging on a nearby line, its pristine innocence a stark contrast to the horror that has unfolded. The closing shot focuses on Leo's face, etched with a mixture of grief, fear, and a chilling uncertainty about the truth behind his mother's murderous act.

[nancydrewwouldnever]

Spot on!

I will even go further and add that the reason why this works for him, is infact because he can and has control over her. He dictates the terms of engagement. Allows her friends to be around, but for the most part, she's really removed from her support system in a foreign country. She has no career of her own and I highly doubt the money she made is that much, hence the repeated outfits. Chris is really cheap, sending her back home on economy while she wears the same outfits over and over again. When he takes her to 'fancy' places, it's comped and with every single person he knows. The detachment you have mentioned. I think he did this with Jenny too. Why he has chosen to be with her this way whether real of pr, is a testament to the kind of relationship dynamics he feels comfortable in and why it never works out with women his age and level. He talks so much about EGO,yet it clear that's his greatest problem. He hasn't dealt with it no matter how many Eckhart Tolle books he reads. He's not consistent with anything. He has a need to be the dominant one in his relationships, family and even with his friends. Whatever trauma he has, he needs therapy .

See, here's the thing though, if he has subconsciously created all these behavior patterns as a result of childhood trauma, then his behavior is in no way being dictated by ego, but totally by fear. Anxiety is usually a fear response to triggers ingrained in us by past trauma or unfavorable experiences. Even if his anxiety is a more generalized broad behavioral pattern/diagnosis, then it also very much has nothing whatsoever to do with ego.

And that's what slays me with all his philosophy lite readings or his spirituality studies: none of it will help him, as none of it speaks to the core causes that are probably driving his behavior. If it's trauma based, then that needs to be worked on with a licensed therapist. If it's a behavioral diagnosis, then that also needs to be treated by a licensed therapist and cognitive and behavioral therapy and perhaps medications.

Hey, I too read a lot of philosophy and religious writings. Guess what, it's never made one dent to helping me deal with the ramifications of having been molested at age six. Know what has? Therapy, lots and lots of therapy, and occasionally medication reinforcement when times are at their worst.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Wow, my favorite character of yours...

Antoni has my brand of pushing his own problems away to take care of others, and convincing everyone including himself that he's fine really, he's doing so well. I love him in a way I can't really put words to.

Kauri was my first of your characters, I loved watching him grow, I can barely reconcile the Kauri we have now to that boy we first met living with Owen and that was beautiful to see.

Chris... Boy, Chris can break my heart and give me hope in equal amounts. I love especially what Chris did for so many real people, I lost count of how many asks you got of people who figured out their own neurodivergency and got what they needed to thrive because of Chris. He's not only and incredibly well-written and well loved character, he has helped so many people! And I love him!

Danny consumed my life for weeks (months?) once as I first read his story, and then he never left my mind again. I love seeing someone who has gone through more horror than any human should ever have to bear, time and time again, still have the will to live and find happiness despite everything.

Jameson is not someone I expected to like. It is a testament to your abilities the way he now owns my heart because he was not my type of character at all, and yet, all I wish for him now is a good life and you did that.

I could keep typing for the whole afternoon... Nine and Eli, Kima, that one guy you wrote about a single time two years ago who sounded fascinating, that lady who's a lesbian in times past about whom you never wrote here, Peter (my child), Dex, Connor, Jake, Nat, any therapist you write....

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

"I didn't think I would like the OC, but his characterization and journey won me over" is some high fuckin' praise, my day is made 100%.

Also, Danny and Chris are two of my faves. Redheaded freckle-covered blorbos of my heart.

[cheerstotheelites-if]

15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

Tagged by girlboss @jaunefleurwrites

I won't be able to tag 15 mutuals, but I'm tagging @dragonedged-if @lifesupreme-if @accursedwhispers-if @sinners-if! No pressure though, and this is purely for fun.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Loosely based on a Bible character's name from the Old Testament. My real name means "light" or "graceful meadow".

My nickname, and the name I prefer more, comes from the first letter of my real one and best detective L Lawliet from Death Note.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday night. Read a very angsty fanfiction that made me laugh then cry hard like Pedro Pascual.

3. Do you have kids?

Besides my IRL best friend and younger friends I "adopt", nope. Don't plan to have any either.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yeah. It's a habit now, and usually comes out when I feel annoyed or when I'm joking around with friends IRL.

5. What sports have you played?

Badminton! It's the only sports I play, to be honest. Anything with a ball that's big as my head and needs to be thrown terrifies me.

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone?

It's eyes. I read people better that way, and it's easier for me to tell if the person feels something that contradicts what they're saying.

7. Eye color?

Dark brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

As much as I love and write about the horror genre, I get scared very easily when I watch an actual horror movie, so happy endings for me please. I rather not dream of a flesh monster eating me alive for a week straight.

9. Any special talents?

Is having the ability to bend the final joint of all my fingers on my right hand a talent?

10. Where were you born?

The Philippines, and that's all you're getting.

11. What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, drawing, the occassional origami, and I guess gaming? Stardew Valley, Brawlhalla, and Honkai Star Rail have a death grip on me.

12. Do you have any pets?

One dog in the house and 6 generations of still living stray cats living in the garage rent free. Don't ask about how my family managed to own 6 generations of cats.

13. How tall are you?

157 cm, or simply 5'2. Make fun of my height and I will punt you.

14. Favorite subject in school?

General Zoology, to a degree. Learning frog anatomy killed me, but I got to do a live and dead dissection of a frog, so that's neat.

15. Dream job?

Either psychiatrist, full time IF author, or Occupational Therapist for children.