#then didn't actually do research to see if it is or not

[imjustaf444keriguess]

okay, you can't just google the basic definition of a word that's used in several contexts. that'd be like me googling system, screenshotting the term used in computing systems, and saying that DID systems aren't real because it has to be made of electronics or whatever.

going to the tulpa.info website, one of the many internet pages created by psychological tulpamancers, we can see a vastly different (although technically related) definition on their main page

by this definition (an entity 'created in the mind, acting independently of, and parallel to your own consciousness [with the ability] to think, and have their own free will, emotions, and memories.'), are tulpa systems endogenic?

we know that endogenic means formed not from trauma, and i think creating an entity in your mind that's sentient of your own volition would count as willogenic/parogenic, which is a genic label that falls under endogenic plurality.

also, some of the sources are very general, and are mentioning systems that are "not DID", and many of the sources talk about non-tulpa plurality (even if some mentioned are similarly willingly made, maybe called sentient imaginary friends instead of tulpas directly)

plurality/systemhood is the state of being more than one "self" in the brain, and endogenic plurality is plurality that's not formed by trauma. if tulpas are separate "selves" in the mind, why do you not count them as endogenic plural beings?

literally, the sources that mention tulpas are talking about bodies with more than one "self" in them, that seem to be sentient and are being studied right now. to ignore them because the oxford dictionary says they're made "in the imagination" is silly.

maybe stop acting like an expert on tulpas being separate if you can't go to one of the most fucking popular tulpa websites. or better yet, he tulpa reddit!

"but it says they're imagined into existence so that means they're fake" if a mental "self" can think and act separately than the other "self" that made it, that's a separate fucking guy. unless you have evidence to show that it's solely imaginary and the studies on tulpas show that they're closer to roleplaying singlets than actual plural systems, then show me the study

because otherwise you're getting mad that people say imagined when clearly, we're referring to sentient "selves" in the brain! you know, plural experiences??

there's also this bit in the FAQ that ogoes into a bit more detail!

and actually i was gonna say this in the tags, but it's a bit silly you used the collins dictionary to search up the definition of tulpa, since i don't think a generic dictionary would focus on anything related to plurality specifically. of course it's gonna talk about the buddhist idea, and not the psychological internet-based-mostly belief and identity that also uses the same name

(i dont think tulpas as an experience is internet-based but the term tulpamancy was popularized on the internet and in practice is nothing like the tulpamancy in buddhism as far as i am aware. it's creating a thoughtform, a headmate, another "self", a sentient imaginary friend, a mental companion, there's many alternative words that people have come up with, on-and-offline.)

i was wondering if their definition of system would include the one used for DID/OSDD systems for years now, even if it didn't include non-traumagenic systems, and... none of the results even allow for the inclusion of that idea.

like of course i'm not a dumbass, i know the definition of what a system is in a plural and disordered sense, but none of those mention sentient parts of the self, none of them mention alters or headmates or switching or dissociation. if that was my only form of research into what systemhood was, i'd be very confused.

this dictionary website doesn't have plurality in the sense that i'm describing it either, referring to politics and the general sense of an amount

maybe trying to use definitions actual systems and tulpas and plurals use might help in the future! and take a single look at the tulpa research at least, coward.

(starting off, we are a traumagenic did system. we have did.)

endogenic systems are absolutely punk and they belong in punk spaces (pluralpunk, systempunk, whatever) and here’s why:

- punk is about embracing who you are and living your life authentically and unapologetically

- punk is about not letting other people dictate how you live your life and who you can be

- punk is about radical acceptance, equality, and solidarity

- punk is about rejecting authority and the establishment (and yes, this includes the medical establishment which is often ableist and causes disabled people real, long lasting harm)

there is no room for anti endos in punk. being anti endo literally is being anti punk. learn more about what punk means, and do better.

[hoshinasblade]

you are so close to gaslighting yourself into thinking that maybe, just maybe you have already told hoshina's mom in the past what your favorite tea is.

the problem with that thought is today was the first time you met the mother of your boyfriend.

you denied it in your head - for all you know, perhaps mrs. hoshina is just really a good at guessing. that, or you are going batshit crazy.

because at that very day, people you have met for the first time - people who may be friends with hoshina soshiro but are practically strangers to you - seem to be aware of small details about you.

captain ashiro complimented you on your blue dress after shaking your hands, saying it's obvious why it is your favorite color, emphasizing how it brings out the intensity of your eyes. even okonogi, who you know works directly with the third division's vice-captain, had a specific joyful aura on her friendly face as she offered to hang out with you in the future, mentioning how she is a fan of true crime documentaries too and suggesting in the same breath that you should try the pudding sold in the headquarter's cafeteria.

you could have let all of that go if only you did not blush like a teenager after hoshina's own older brother called you by your childhood nickname during family dinner.

"i'm sorry." hoshina's hand found yours, his thumb drawing patterns on your wrist. he knows you'd been on edge since morning, and although this is entirely your idea - meeting his friends and his family in one day - he wouldn't blame you if you're overwhelmed.

"they did their research on me or something," you tried to laugh the nerves away. it didn't work.

"ah." hoshina suddenly looked guity. " that. well -" he stopped for a moment, gathering his wits, choosing the right words to say. "i mean, it makes sense that everyone who actually knows me would know about you, really."

you wanted to joke as a response; you wanted to say that he's talkative and tends to yap for hours about stuff he loves so yes, people around him would naturally know things about you. but then you caught yourself because this is yet another confirmation of what hoshina soshiro had been telling you for months now - that you are someone he loves.

you did not know being known could feel this sweet.

"huh. do you reckon i can extort them for information about you next time?" this time it was your turn to grab hoshina's hand, and with your forefinger, you traced three little words on the warm skin of his palm.

[author's note: hello guys, i know i haven't been posting a lot anymore, but i am thankful to everyone who still remembers this blog - yes i can read your asks, yes i see that you've tagged me in a fic, yes i checked my notifications in this blog every now and then. it might take me long to respond most of the time so apologies in advance but please know that i appreciate all interactions from everyone.

also i dont need to remind you but i don't tolerate copy-pasting or reposting any of my works anywhere. i read a lot from here too, and other writers can attest to this as well - we know if a line or a paragraph from any of our works is copied and/or reworded. ]

[wileycap]

Special Instructions For Luke Skywalker

(approved by hon. Sen. Organa, Gen. Solo, entirety of Rogue Squadron, Adm. Ackbar, hon. Sen. Mothma, distributed to Cmdr. Skywalker)

1. No acrobatics, except in designated excercise areas.

1.1. Not even if you can "jump really high, the Force is so bright right now, look!"

2. Absolutely NO mind reading.

2.1. If you do it on accident, try not to get a weird look on your face and also tell us what you learned. Proverb: It's better to know than to wonder about it until one ends up doing something stupid.

2.2. Yes. I'm talking about that. I can't look General Madine in the eye anymore.

2.3. It's still allowed for intrasquadron prank purposes. But you can't do it to the others, they freak out.

3. No posing. Yes, you pose. It's annoying and wrong. The rest of us are dirty and want to slump down into our own filth and sleep. We don't need to see you being all heroic.

4. No claiming "the will of the Force" when you do something weird. Yes it's saved all our lives more than once. Yes it's still offputting and just plain disturbing.

4.1. "The universe is telling me that..." is not an acceptable substitute.

4.2. "I have received an omen" is also out.

4.3. "The vibes speak to me" is funny but no.

4.4. "Hey guys, guess what came to me in a dream" might be okay but it was in the middle of combat. And you said it over the general comms. And then you did an unannounced microjump into actual hyperspace in the middle of actual combat. Admiral Ackbar nearly had a medical event.

5. If somebody wants to hold your lightsaber you should let them.

5.1. You're officially allowed to disregard that. Never give Janson your lightsaber again. We have no idea how he snuck that in in the first place.

5.2. If Princess Leia requests to inspect your ceremonial weapon (commonly known as a 'lightsaber'), you should let her. For reasons for legitimate cultural intrest and archeological research. And because as your superior, she has the right to inspect your weapon as set down in the Alliance Charter, section General Conduct, heading B4467, subheading BA561-33. By permission of Princess Leia. I approve of this. Luke give it to me for a second you get to have it all the time.

6. If you need to "have a conversation with a ghost", do it in a private place.

6.1. If you agree to have your ghost conversations in private, we promise to stop referring to our "private time" as "having a conversation with a ghost."

6.2. In fact, we could just stop announcing it altogether. It was funny the first time and it hasn't been funny since. Guys, I don't want to know.

6.3. But please don't talk to thin air in front of us.

7. Luke, you are a hero of the Alliance. We are also friends. You don't need to bow when you see me, even if I am technically royalty and your superior.

7.1. It's very sweet that you do it and I appreciate that you want to show your respect, but the new recruits are getting confused.

7.2. NO, ADMIRAL ACKBAR DIDN'T WRITE THAT. It was obviously me, Leia!

7.3. If you're doing this on purpose and hiding it behind your innocent farmboyishness, I'LL KILL YOU. I'll kill you until you're dead.

7.4. STOP BOWING STOP

8. Don't work on the Falcon unsupervised.

8.1. Me being in the general area isn't supervision.

8.2. Me being near you but working on a different part isn't supervision.

8.3. Apparently me looking over your shoulder isn't supervision either. Just don't do it, kid.

9. Cub. You are very small in comparison to other humans. If you are having trouble hunting I can do it for you.

9.1. Apologies. Han reminded me that you are an adult by the standards of your species. I travel with him and I am often confused that he is an adult. You understand.

9.2. No asking Chewie if his relationship with me is "kind of like adopting a tooka" for him. For one, no, and for two, everybody else already made that joke.

9.3. He is very much like a badly behaved tooka.

[triptychcryptid]

Kings of Gravity Falls Au:

Suddenly-13-again-Stan up on the roof, replacing some shingles, a woman walks by and warns him to be careful.

"Thanks, but I know what I'm doin'. Not my first time repairing a roof."

The lady gets offended "Well, that's dangerous! Where are your parents?" Stan stops what he's doing and stands up, annoyed.

"Look, lady, my parents have been dead for 20 years! I learned how to shingle roofs in 1986! I think I can fuckin' handle it!"

Just as the woman looks like she's about to get PISSED, Sherman pulls up in a rental car, having flown to Gravity Falls on the first plane he could get after getting a call from Mabel about the Grunkles suddenly being 13 again.

Sherman gets out and the woman yells to Stan "Is this your grandpa?"

Stan lets out snort "No, that's my little brother."

Sherman goes up to the woman "Good afternoon. Is there a problem?" Looks up at Stan on the roof, who now has a shit-eating grin on his face. "Hey, Stanf-ley!" He catches himself, interrupting his decades old habit.

"Hi, GRANDPA!" Stan replies mockingly. The woman crosses her arms and stares Sherman down.

"Your grandson has a mouth on him!" Sherman smiles apologetically.

"Ah yes, we're working on it. Sorry for anything he said. Or did. I'll take it from here. You have a nice day!" Woman leaves while Stan laughs manaiacally and Sherman yells through gritted teeth "Stan, get your ass down here, NOW!"

"Yeah yeah, okay GRANDPA!" And starts climbing down the ladder. Ford, drawn out by the noise, comes out through the front door and sees Sherman.

"Stanford?" Sherman asks, and Ford's face goes from quizzical to excited.

"SHERMAN?! I haven't seen you in 30 years! How the hell are you?" Pulls him into a tight hug. Sherman is EXTREMELY weirded out by the fact that his older brother who he hasn't seen in a VERY long time and turns out, didn't really know that well to begin with as he was at college or doing research for Sherman's early years is now...the same age as his actual grandkids...but still acts like an old man.

"Uuuhh..good, great! How are you?"

Ford waves him inside with Stan following behind them "Oh, fine, fine. You want a beer?"

"....GOD YES. "

[gracemain919]

(The Fungus universe) short story:

Tw: Yandere, mind control, slight experiments

Summary: The military tried to test the mind-altering fungus.

(names the Mc ‘redacted’ since they are not an oc and neither ‘you’. It can be whatever you want it to be. Like if can be an oc or you)

Please!

‘Just take a deep breath’

‘Your safe’

‘This is for the sake of knowing’

“‘Redacted’ are you, ok?” a random researcher asked, the same researcher who started the whole experiment in the first place, as one of the workers watched over an observation window. Anyone would have thought they were witnessing a raging monster or person, but it was actually decently quiet in the testing chamber.

“I’m fine, just writing the results for today’s inspection,” the individual whispered, fearing that their words could be heard through the reinforced glass.

“Sure…,” the man replied, his gaze turning toward the unmoving person in the room.

“So, how’s Alex doing? Finally moved an inch forward or?” he raised an eyebrow as the researcher simply scratched away at their clipboard. “No, nothing for today.”

Pressing a button they turned on the lights even further, trying to get a reaction from the individual. A simple desk and chair, a simple man sitting inside. Staring directly at them… Never even looking away. Discarding the mere concept of blinking just to see them. Truly worrying, causing chills to ever so subtly rise up their spine.

“I think we're done for the day,” the researcher stated, putting away their clipboard before pressing another button attached to a mike. “Good night, Alex. See you again tomorrow.” Their voice sounded surprisingly dead for such normal words used to make someone feel better.

Yet, they couldn't muster anything more. The fear of urging any unwanted behaviors always being on the back of their mind. The military wanted… no, craved answers for such a tragedy. The day that something as mundane as mold took over an entire site thanks to a simple oversight. Letting a whole evacuated site go in unchecked was begging for some form of trouble.

That’s why they needed to understand this phenomenon further. However, as days passed new results became scarce. Merely a staring contest before the researcher had to depart from their duties.

Was the test subject faulty? Why wasn't he doing anything?

They had watched corrupted claw the walls until their fingernails came off just to see their obsession once more. Now when the military tried to recreate one he just sat quietly. This was not going well.

“Another fruitless day?” a familiar researcher asked, turning his head in some newfound curiosity. “With that look on your face, I can safely assume, ‘no’?” Noah smiled trying to lighten up the mood as the researcher nodded printing some evaluation sheets.

“Nothing, I even tried to skip a day to see what he would do, but nothing. No signs of desperation or anything”. The researcher sighed, each failure only adding another weight by the military. They so desperately wanted answers that kept getting postponed every fricking day!

“Hey,” a sudden voice tore them from their panic. Suddenly Noah, almost a full-on stranger, placed a hand on their shoulder. Like a calming gesture. “The military can wait. Not like he is going to talk anytime soon. And the brain scans will not be done for another while-”.

“Oh, that we did do”

“What?”

The sudden heroism that Noah showed was washed down to sudden interest and worry. He seemed utterly shocked that something like that was done without his knowledge. “You didn't know?” the researcher asked while their shoulder was promptly released.

“No, I didn't… I. I thought I would know of such progress,” Noah expressed sounding quite saddened. “When are the results coming, next week, next month?”

“Tomorrow”.

“Oh”. Anyone would think he has been electrocuted by the way he suddenly became completely stiff. That monotone answer only adding to this reaction. Ok, this was becoming dramatic.

“Listen, when the files are ready, you will be the first person I show them to. How does that sound?”

“Why not let me take them? Save you from the trip? The least that I deserve for this nonsense”

Ouch, what a change. ‘Redacted’ didn't know he would start being a jerk, but ok. They didn't mind.

“Fine, all yours.”

When the scans were finally completed Noah went to pick them up. Well, the researcher guessed as he quickly left in the middle of the day. Yet, nothing returned. He was taking his sweet time…

“Hey, Alex. How are you feeling today?”

“….”

Ok, worth a shot. The researcher followed routine with their clipboard only to take a closer look at the man. Expecting to see his deadpan face, but something odd was tainting his features. The slightest hint of red flushed his nose and eyes. Making him look sick. Odd…

‘Ding’

‘Redacted’s’ phone vibrated causing them to look down. A new message was displayed on their screen. ‘Noah came to pick up the papers’.

Now? What did he do in those two hours-

The alarms suddenly went off. The entire site was shaken awake by the sound. Warnings being blasted multiple times all saying the same thing.

“Lockdown protocol. Make sure all doors a locked, and personnel stay put!”

Oh, shit. A lockdown. ‘Redacted’ was panicked. Quickly scrambling towards the door in order to lock it, but a knock promptly stopped them. “‘Redacted’ open the door! Someone has broken into the facility. Please open the door!” a familiar voice pleaded. The researcher had no reason to decline…

A very scared Noah was let inside, his hands finding balance on the lab table. “Thank god. I was scared shitless”.

“Yeah, you're welcome,” the researcher mumbled, closing the door once more, his empty hands provoking many questions.

“Where are the papers?”

“The papers?” Noah asked barely catching his breath. “Why- why would I have them? I didn't even have time to get there”

“But the text…” The text… the workers said he did come. Were they lying? “Nevermind. We’ll just stay here until the lockdown is over and get them ourselves.”

Noah chuckled, his body weight still clinging to the table. “We can die right now and you care about those papers?”. His gaze met theirs before he silently looked down all of a sudden. “Sounds like you. Sure… after the lockdown we can… look. Sure”

‘Sounds like me’ Sure, he didn't even know them. Barely talked to each other why does he talk like that?

The alarms never did fade, but they could be easily tuned out as both souls tried to find an appropriate moment to move. Yet a small uncertain sound slithered its way through the absolute cacophony of sound. A mumble was it? No, the sound came from their backside.

Odd, the only thing behind them was the… No, it couldn’t be.

Looking behind them, the researcher saw the test subject. Tears ran down his cheeks, but no movement. Any normal person would be sobbing, he was a crying statue. This… couldn't be the mold’s doing. This paralyzes was too extreme. But if the mold wasn't in the man, then who had it?

“Great, finally a result. Isn't it a good thing ‘redacted’”

The researcher's eyes widened in disbelief. He was the person instructed on getting the test subject infected. The only person in charge of them. The only person…

Their eyes must have been obvious as Noah quickly dropped the facade. Didn't even fight it, a frown tainting his features. “I had no choice you know? I would have been killed…”

The individual took a step back, the alarms still blaring nonstop. “What did you do? Tell- tell me.”

The now-revealed man showed a smile, a mere shrug at his crimes before answering. “Well, the vial broke. Letting that small thing into my body. And that subject was sleeping. A simple…”. Noah spread his fingers before closing two together resembling scissors. “Needed him to play the role just long enough…”

The researcher was completely baffled. All the hours they got berated by the higher-ups just for all their problems to come from this man… “Enough for what?”

The man shrugs, the same uncaring attitude he started to hold before slamming his fist on the table in sudden outrage. “I don't know!”

“I- I needed time. Time to know. Time to have you!”

A laugh started to accompany the alarm, his hand trying to hold his shaking head. “I needed time to know you. To talk to you. For you to love me.”

The researcher inched away further, searching for their phone. Letting the unstable man ramble while digging for an escape.

“I loved you so much… everyday more. More… please.”

His gaze noticed the researcher’s itchy fingers. Already feeling the true weight of their fear. “I didn't mean for this to come out. Please… I can be perfect!”

“Just stop talking”

“No, man can love you the way I do. I won't kill, I won’t do anything!” His steps followed theirs, closing each gap that was made. Forcing each other closer and closer as their hands were slowly connected. Only to be broken off with brute force. Pushed back, Noah gasped not expecting an actual act of defiance. In the middle of a lockdown? He was hoping for two seconds of touch at least.

“Come on dear. Grant me one little touch,” the man pleaded with a smug look. “Just one-”

Electricity courses through his body, making his legs go weak and his arms go limp. A taser being held tightly by ‘redacted’s’ hands as they aimed straight at his chest.

At least now the military will have their answers… just by a different test subject. Oh, aren't they the smartest?

(kinda rushed the end sorry. Made five drafts and almost choose unalivement on myself)

[thenexusofsouls]

"Yeah, it would be wild... in all the wrong ways," Wade said. "Better that, though, I guess, than... than losin' your kid entirely..." And just like that, he had kindof a moment with himself. His head shook a little as he tried to get rid of the thought. What would his and Rose's kid been like? Would she even have let him be a part of its life? If Crenshaw had lived, would Rose have wanted to raise the kid with him instead? He'd never know... 'cause Crenshaw, Rose, and the baby were all dead because of his catastrophic failure as a leader and a friend. Wade cleared his throat awkwardly. "Anyway..." he whispered.

"I'm definitely not the ideal candidate for 'dad,' that's for sure. I guess it couldn't hurt to try at some point, but... not with my life the way it is now. I don't wanna be the reason my kid grows up angry at the world because he had a shitty childhood, you know? It's a big deal, bein' a parent. If I don't think I can do it right, then I'm not gonna do it," Wade said firmly. That it was important to him was plain to see.

Wade felt so badly for Rockland. Clearly, he was a great kid. Good head on his shoulders. Some issues, but all good kids had a sprinkling of those. To hear him say he kept messing up all the time made Wade sad, because that wasn't coming from him, it was coming from someone who kept telling him that. "Sounds like a problem with whoever's sayin' that, not you. So what if you keep messin' up? Mistakes are important in life, man. That's how people learn things. That's how we find out what not to do, and how not to conduct ourselves. Every kid makes mistakes and screws things up, they're still learnin' shit. If someone keeps harpin' on that like it's somehow unacceptable or somethin' out of the ordinary, sounds like their hang up, not yours."

He knew well, though, how powerless kids were sometimes to help themselves. They only had so much agency and then it was up to the parents, the guardians, the relatives, etc. to be the teachers and protectors. If those people dropped the ball or were abusive, kids couldn't do much about that most often. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'd say you could come stay with me, but I think that's call child abduction in most states," he said by way of a little levity, since the boy looked so downtrodden. "But hey... I'm probably gonna stick around in this city for a while. If you ever need help, you need a place to stay overnight, you need a little cash to get by... you can always ask me, okay? It won't fix everything, I know, but maybe it'll take the edge off to know you've got a safety net, right?"

Wade let Rockland look at the photo as long as he wanted before putting it back into his wallet. "Yeah, they were. They were really good people who didn't deserve to die like that," Wade said stoically. "That photo was as painful as it was somethings he could never part with.

He tried his best to answer the boy's question without getting too dark again. "Yeah, I had the most experience out of all of 'em. We uh... Sometimes when you go after bail jumpers, things get ugly. They run, they fight back, sometimes there's guns or knives or explosives involved, so we had our own weapons and tactical gear and all that. We functioned like a military unit, and I was like their officer. Ronnie and me, we were actually retired military, so we had more formal training, and we helped make sure everybody else knew how to use all the weapons and equipment, everybody understood the laws and what we were allowed to do, all that stuff. I researched the jobs, I made the plans, and out in the field, I gave the orders, and everybody had their part. Sometimes time and safety were an issue, so we had to be a well-oiled machine, you know? And we were, I thought. 'Til I went and fucked it all up. They did what I said, no questions asked. I demanded it of 'em. I ran a tight ship. And I got 'em all killed."

"Opera? Get the hell outta here, what're you talkin' about, opera..." Wade said, laughing more. "Do I look like I'd belt out an aria to you? Nah, man, I'm all about rock. Classic rock, that's where it's at. What about you, what kinda music're you into?"

When Rockland whipped out his own family photograph, Wade nodded. "Nice. Is that you in there?" he asked, pointing to the woman's belly. "That's nice that you carry that with you like that. It's important to remember loved ones. It keeps us grounded, right? It's not good to go around with your head stuck in the clouds." He'd meant that as a real sentiment, but then, feeling things were getting a bit heavy, he tried to lighten the mood once more. "Foggy clouds in your face... gettin' rained on... every now and then a migratin' goose flies at your head, you get hit upside the head with goose ass, it's just not good to keep your head up there."

Well that caught their attention alright. A middle finger had shot into the air, directed at a group of teens across the street who were hovering by a Duncan Donuts long closed for the night. The boy beneath the hoodie, propelling said finger, sneered. Just like that, the group of five moved towards him, the tallest, Shacks, sauntering forward with an irritating air of confidence. And to think, there'd been a time when Rockland had thought he was cool.

"You can't seriously blame us, Rocky." He looked to the others with cruel amusement, "It was a prank, get a sense of hum-" Too busy searching for the favour of his crew, he'd missed the draw of the younger teen's fist before it met his cheek.

"Prank my ass, I could've been arres-oof." Rockland was tackled by Archie, the smallest of the bunch, who was about a head shorter than he was, but kinda stalky for his age, and with the element of surprise on his side. Cane clattering out of hand, and across the sidewalk, the lanky teen scraped across the pavement, electric pain radiating up from his tailbone. He caught the breath that had been knocked out of him just in time to catch the thump of a fist to the nose in return. - For Wade

Wade didn't know what to make of this city yet. He'd only been here a couple days and was still trying to get his bearings. It wasn't a bad city, he thought, just cold. Just... really cold when you're alone, like all cities are. Nevertheless, Wade did some hunting and stocked up on other supplies, always wanting to stay on the move. That's how he got jobs, and that's how he kept sane.

Tonight had been quiet enough so far... that is until he heard sounds of a fight. But a fight... between kids? Was he hearing this right? Wade made his way toward the sounds, and sure enough, some kids whose parents were absent and whose bedtimes must be fast-approaching were going at it. Or rather, several kids were beating up on one unfortunate one.

"Hey! Come on, cut it out, what the hell're you guys doin'?!" Wade yelled, hoping to scatter the bullies. "You know better than this, get off him! Don't make me call the cops!" he said, watching as they all scattered... save for one. Wade knelt down beside the boy lying on the ground. "Hey, buddy, you okay?" he asked gently.

[doomcogs]

low key glad that the whole "moo deng is actually in a very abusive enclosure" thing got called out by actual people who have gone to the zoo / are from the area, like seeing a baby hippo be silly and instantly assume "oh yeah these non whites are gonna abuse her for internet clout and are keeping her in an unsafe enclosure and shes gonna develop to be violent" as if the US doesn't also have absolutely shit zoos (seaworld anyone?).

just cause it isn't one of the few "world renowned" zoos in mainland USA doesn't mean it's run by your racist caricatures of uncivilized not-whites, jfc.

and also, there are probably areas to improve upon in the enclosure, but the zero research before saying "actually this is the worst and she is suffering, all because i don't know the zoo cause its in some third world country i don't bother to investigate about" (and I mean even when its in a third world coutnry it doesn't really mean its instantly bad? people are passionate about keeping animals healthy if they're qualified then even with low resouces the animals will be happy and safe, but again, no research before throwing out, it's 'foreign so its bad' ideas.)

[pendraegon]

thesis updates: sent the draft to my advisor -> she said it was "incoherent" and that she was "shocked" at my work and instead of telling me anything in detail as to what's wrong directs me to the writing center then proceeds to cc my committee members saying that she's at a loss with what to do with me -> was confused because... did i send her the wrong draft?? it seemed pretty solid to me?? like i was genuinely proud of it??? -> next day she sends me another email saying that actually my draft isn't bad at all and it just needs some reworking ???????

[wikitpowers]

kitty and merthur parallels bc i'm sad pt.2 (beware of spoilers!)

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[il3x]

Any idea how more power solves the problem of being a good person?

With more POWER, you can protect your teammates. With more POWER, you can defeat the Aberrant criminals who kill and extort and farm children for Rapture. With more POWER, you can avenge Jaeil. With the right kind of POWER, you could reform the Aberrant Corps from a killer, his killer, into a true hand of justice. You could impose Goodness across the entire world. With enough POWER, you wouldn't even need violence to do it.

And on the smaller scale... POWER can erase your mistakes. Good? You could be perfect.

[cl4ssyjazzy]

I used to always leave a comment on a fic if I saw anything about my interests not being accurately described, but thanks to SVSSS, now whenever I get the urge to correct someone the face of Shen Yuan pops into my head like a ghost of Christmas Past and I avoid being the insufferable "Uuuum.... actually!!" Guy.

[bonefall]

As a big sibling with a lil sib with epilepsy, when they read TBC they Honestly thought if they got struck with lightning reciting the lord's prayer they'd be cured like Shadowsight is from their epilepsy. I had a discussion with them on how that's not how it works, but ge was so upset they took it away from Shadowsight that he hasn't picked the books back up and has stated that 'he hopes Ashfur wins and starts a new religion.,'

I do not even know how to respond to this besides saying that your little sibling is 100% right to be pissed and I now also hope Ashfur wins and starts a new religion.

[royalberryriku]

If there's one thing I've respectively noticed from Zionists and defenders of Israeli war crimes, it's that every source, argument and potential avenue to explore each explanation is riddled with cherry picking, moving the goalposts and mental gymnastics to explain why their conclusions, which typically are barely even related to the sources they use, somehow overshadow literal reality and what we see with our own eyes.

While scrolling, one example I came across was the repetitive misrepresentation of BLM, antifa and quotes from Martin Luther King Jr, as well as statistics, scholarly journal articles and government website information. These are all good sources, yet every single time they're mangled completely until the only possible "interpretation" of any of them is "well Israel is right to defend itself after shorting rockets beforehand because the retaliation was brutal and all Arabs are bad by default therefore". As if any of these sources are even about individual exceptions of Israel versus hatred towards Arabs.

I think what I find most absurd, as someone in the middle of their own studies, is how every bit of critical thinking and logic goes out the window as they do every single thing possible to do what professors worldwide say NOT to do when evaluating sources. It's like watching a race to see who can tangle and misconstrue scientific information to fit their world view the fastest. Then said people say "um actually I studied at university before so it's actually not wrong that I'm doing this exact this everyone is warned not to do because I have a permit". Ignorance I can forgive, but willful and arrogant manipulation? That's another thing entirely.

[green-tea-lemonade]

hii can you please draw applebees/davesol/soldave/honeycrisp... they are my lifefurce....

Heeeeey anon

Sorry that this legit took so long to get to but this one and another actually stumped me a bit! But lets go ahead and talk some Honeycrisp!

It's funny but as I'm starting to go through ships, I actually find that Sollux is surprisingly moldable to ship with in most quadrants with any character with just a few characters that I think it's pretty obvi he'd be one way or another with them. Dave is one that I can actually see these two being an all-around deal. I think it's actually extremely easy to see either of them together in a red, pale, or pitch manner. Personal opinion though, I think I could see them shift from pitch to pale. However, I do understand the idea of them in red! Trying to go down a little bit of the more romantic route, Dave can somehow get Sollux to be pretty talkative when working if he says the right things. Both of them are pretty tall so there is a pretty frequent amount of them coming up behind the other and attempting to use them like an armrest just for the hell of it. Sollux's constant amount of electronic-like noises from his powers is actually fuel and used snippets in some of Dave's music. I see them being somewhat private about affections towards one another mostly because they don't feel like its anybodys business to glimpse into those parts from the outside of their lives. They're really casual about it though.

[itslilacmoon]

will you guys still love me if i make the occasional lunter shitpost

[meu-meu-kissy-ceutie]

Thinking about it, we've had quite a few pokemon rivals go from "I want to be a champion" to "I want to be a researcher", I want the opposite to come up in the next game. I want a rival that starts off taking the gym challenge so they can get strong enough to go to harsher environments and study stronger pokemon, and in the process discovering they like battling more, eventually leading to them (as i think should happen way more) becoming the champion before you! I know some people don't like rival champions because its like "How can they be the best if I am" but that ignores that 1. Strong trainers (like blue) come back in future games for fights and 2. In any actual competition no one is the best forever, maybe you're better than someone today but maybe not next time. There could be something about this even with a hint at the rival talking about traveling and getting stronger so they can meet you, and for post game battles randomizing their team (aside from their starter) with a ton of new pokemon they captured and trained during the interim! Neway, this became waaaay longer than i thought, but, maybe ya'll agree, i know this would be hype as fuck for me.