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floradelisstuff ยท 8 months ago
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Beloved grieving after the quarrel.
๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ถ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฑ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ป๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฑ ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜Ž๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜–๐˜ง ๐˜™๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บโ€ฆ ๐˜›๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ตโ€ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆโ€ฆ
Created with Photoshop CS2 and BeFunky. I think that I went a bit overboard with the hair... but I like it. I do have all the layers saved separately so can still be changed.
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casiesfandomblog ยท 11 months ago
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The Quarrel โ„ข
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grrlmusic ยท 10 months ago
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Geotic - The Quarrelย 
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vaahdoesstuff ยท 9 months ago
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Listen/purchase: The Quarrel by Geotic
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poem-today ยท 9 months ago
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A poem by Conrad Aiken
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ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย The Quarrel
Suddenly, after the quarrel, while we waited, Disheartened, silent, with downcast looks, nor stirred Eyelid nor finger, hopeless both, yet hoping Against all hope to unsay the sundering word: While all the room's stillness deepened, deepened about us And each of us crept his thought's way to discover How, with as little sound as the fall of a leaf, The shadow had fallen, and lover quarreled with lover; And while, in the quiet, I marveledโ€“alas, alasโ€“ At your deep beauty, your tragic beauty, torn As the pale flower is torn by the wanton sparrowโ€“ This beauty, pitied and loved, and now forsworn; It was then, when the instant darkened to its darkest,โ€“ When faith was lost with hope, and the rain conspired To strike its gray arpeggios against our heartstrings,โ€“ When love no longer dared, and scarcely desired: It was then that suddenly, in the neighbor's room, The music started: that brave quartette of strings Breaking out of the stillness, as out of our stillness, Like the indomitable heart of life that sings When all is lost; and startled from our sorrow, Tranced from our grief by that diviner grief, We raised remembering eyes, each looked at other, Blinded with tears of joy; and another leaf Fell silently as that first; and in the instant The shadow had gone, our quarrel became absurd; And we rose, to the angelic voices of the music, And I touched your hand, and we kissed, without a word.
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Conrad Aiken (1889-1973)
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fictionproblem ยท 7 months ago
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EXIT INTERVIEW .
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gleafer ยท 1 year ago
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The Escape Artist
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das-a-kirby-blog ยท 7 days ago
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imo these two would be pretty chill with each other
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sleighhethereal ยท 9 months ago
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Before that mountain fight scene in the MACAQUE episode:
[Y/N], yelling at Macaque: you lied to MK!
Macaque: yep.
[Y/N]: you used him!
Macaque: that is also true.
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Macaque, eyes half-lidded: she is really pretty
Wukong, punching Macaque's face sending him across mountains: i know, right??
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yellowballoon64 ยท 8 months ago
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floradelisstuff ยท 8 months ago
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The image and the associated poem. I think you know what it's about.
Pain
๐˜๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ตโ€ฆ ๐˜๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅโ€ฆ ๐˜๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆโ€ฆ
๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ โ€ฆ ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€ฆ
๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜บ ๐˜๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ Lays in a heapโ€ฆ
๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต... ๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ S๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ดโ€ฆ
๐˜—๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ all ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต, ๐˜˜๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆโ€ฆ
๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ,
๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ตโ€ฆ
๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑโ€ฆ
๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜? ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ? ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ?
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅโ€ฆ
๐˜™๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅโ€ฆ ๐˜‰๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆโ€ฆ ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ โ€ฆ
๐˜ˆ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜บโ€ฆ !
๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“…๐’ถ๐’พ๐“ƒ...!
๐˜๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฑโ€ฆ ๐˜๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จโ€ฆ
๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆโ€ฆ !
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅโ€ฆ
๐’ฉ๐’ช!
๐˜๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ!
๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณโ€ฆ ๐˜•๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณโ€ฆ
๐’ฉ๐’ช, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต
๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ปโ€ฆ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅโ€ฆ ๐˜๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ...
๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏโ€ฆ
๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต... ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ..
๐˜•๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€ฆ
๐˜ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆโ€ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆโ€ฆ ๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ด
๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“…๐’ถ๐’พ๐“ƒ...
๐˜๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฑโ€ฆ
๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑโ€ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ตโ€ฆ
๐ผ ๐’น๐‘œ ๐’ฉ๐’ช๐’ฏ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“€ ๐˜๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ตโ€ฆ
๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต,
๐ป๐‘’ ๐’น๐’พ๐’น
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frameacloud ยท 5 months ago
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Some fact checks about plurality
The "Bible of psychiatry" is the DSM. In 1994, the DSM changed the name of Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD) to Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID). This was in response to a moral panic where critics claimed that the condition was fake.
The original and current diagnostic criteria do not require trauma for DID (or MPD) (DSM-III, p. 259; DSM-III-R, p. 272; DSM-5-TR, p. 331).
The international counterpart of the DSM is the ICD-11. Its essential features for DID do not require trauma, either.
Both books say that not all cases of multiple personalities are a disorder or a severe impairment. Psychiatry recognizes that medicalizing them is not always appropriate.
Plurality (or multiplicity) is a community umbrella term for many ways of being more than one person in a body. Psychiatrists who know enough about DID are aware of it. Plurality includes but is not the same as DID.
The community has always included plurals who formed for reasons other than trauma. Dividing the community by excluding non-traumagenic plurals and calling them fake is new. That only started in August 2014 on Tumblr, unheard of elsewhere.
When that started, a trauma-caused DID system created the word "endogenic." This means plurals who formed naturally rather than from trauma. The Lunastus Collective coined it in solidarity with them.
(Similarly, the coiner of another umbrella term, "alterhuman," is a member of a traumagenic OSDD system who supports endogenic plurals. The purpose of that word is for plural systems to unite with other sorts who differ from usual definitions of human individual, valuing what we do and do not have in common, instead of in-fighting about who is more legitimate.)
Community historian LB Lee gives several good reasons why-- as trauma-surviving plurals-- they choose not to call themselves "traumagenic" or divide the community by origins. If I may briefly paraphrase a couple of these: If you see suffering as your whole foundation of who you are, then you have a more difficult time envisioning a better situation. If you want others to respect you, a losing strategy is to put down people who are seen as similar to you.
Neither psychiatry nor the greater community of plurals see trauma history as an important distinction in determining whether someone is plural.
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illustratus ยท 1 year ago
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Cardinals' quarrel by Thรฉobald Chartran
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evil-lovergirl ยท 2 months ago
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req. byย melxiqz on wattpadย .ย  .ย  .ย can i get a uh... dazai x gn reader reader....nsfw...reader has spine... tattoo..
!ย  ย  short nsfw drabbleย . . .ย dazai osamuย . . . >> includes thigh-fucking [char. giving], begging [char. giving], hickeys [char. giving], dazai is very touch-starved, he really likes your tattoo, like he licks it and shit, he's just a wet cat </3, reader sleeps shirtless and pantless (still wearing shorts/boxers),n dazai is sleeping nude, lowercase intended >> sorry thigh-fucking was literally the only way i could think of where he sees your tattoo. also "laurel" refers to the poisonous laurel flower. i was a little tired of dazai calling reader belladonna every story and the laurel flower is really pretty
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"it's late, 'samu." he hears you attempt to reason with him as he presses his chest against your back, his slender hands already pressing against your chest.
"pleasee? jus' for a little bit, jus' tonight.." he whines as he presses his bulge against your legs, dick already hard and weeping pathetically as he pressed his cheek against your back.
"just for tonight," you relent eventually, knowing that you'd both do this another night again anyway. he lets out a happy sound before one of his hands fall from your chest and down to your thigh as he carefully slips his cock between your thighs, letting out a quiet huff as he slowly begins to move.ย 
he keeps his eyes shut for a moment before he looks at the back of your head, then his gaze traces down to your tattoo. his eyes traces each inch of the ink-stained skin on your back, hand on your thigh tightening as he speed his thrusts up a bit more.
ย his mouth lets out another moan or two before he latched onto your shoulder blade with it, teeth gently pressing against your skin before your hand moved to gently swat him off. "don't do that. i can't hear you, then."
he huffs as he lets go before a whine interrupts him, your hand having retreated and gently prodded at his tip between your thighs with each of his thrusts. his fingers are basically clawing at you, even though his nails were much too short and blunt to reach your skin, anyway. he pants, tounge lolling out like a dog before he glanced back at the tattoo.
deciding that, in his fuzzy mind, licking your inked skin was the second best thing he could do if he couldn't suck, he dragged his tounge across your tattoo with whines escaping hing him as his thrusts between your thighs grew faster yet sloppier, mewling whenever the palm of your hand met the sensitive tip of his dick.
"i love you, i lov-e y-youu, soo muc-- ah, ah..!- so much," he whines out, repeating the words like a broken record on repeat, nearing his climax as his fingers dragged across your chest pathetically and his hand tightened and shook against your thigh, leaving behind red marks in their wake.
"i love you too, osamu. won't you cum for me?" and that's what sends him over the edge, loud mix of a mewl and a moan escaping him as he came all over your thighs and the bedsheets, head buried in your back.
"looks like you had fun," you mused as your hand moved away from his spent tip before gently intertwining with his hand on your chest still, but now much weaker.
"i love you, my laurel," he mumbled softly, chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily before kissing your back rather gently.
"i love you too, 'samu. go to sleep, unless you wanna clean up now?"
"noooo..."
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Sometimes its hard to believe someone has already built your dreams: Ensamble Studioโ€™sย @anton_ensambleย Cโ€™an Terra transforms an abandoned quarry in Menorca into a singular holiday home. Sandstone volumes were refined, smoothed, and paved back, with concrete poured in selected areas to achieve an even surface, and patches of walls smoothened to mimic beige stone block construction. Tucked somewhere in the back is a private room with a pool dug out of the floorโ€”a refined version of swimming holes often enjoyed in nature. Photos:ย @iwanbaan
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gleafer ยท 11 months ago
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New comic dropped this morning! Join Patreon/Gleafer The Insider or The Spicy Insider to see what happens when Muriel had all that they can take.
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