#they have changed my brain chemistry fundamentally

[ryanthel0ser]

A full set for anyone who is in brainrot over the boys

[snapscube]

been wanting to make this edit for like a year

[lizzardwitch]

Heckyl/Kendall :3

MY OTP EVER LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOO (Milk you're my goat for this just know I dropped everything to make this list)

who said i love you first?

If you think Kendall's confessing first you've got another thing coming lmao (projecting). Heckyl likely wanted to make it special, researching earthly romantic customs and getting flowers and wine and the like, but before he could actually go through with it, he just...blurts it out like the moron he is. Kendall stands there frozen like "Tf??" but eventually affirms him and kisses him

who laughs when the other trips?

Both of them. Heckyl is a given because he's a boyfailure with laced boots, but Kendall, despite being graceful as hell, is constantly wearing heeled shoes so Heckyl finds it hilarious when she trips because she's normally so composed.

who pays the bills? 

Kendall for sure. She technically pays Heckyl so....(different story when it comes to space currency lmao he's paying for everything)

which one makes a bigger deal around the holidays?

Heckyl would if he had any fucking clue about what Earth holidays were, but otherwise Kendall, although she's super lowkey about it outside of decorating for the museum. Shelby, Ivan, Tyler, and Chase have to get them in the mood.

who’s more clumsy?

Heckyl the alien boyfailure ever <3333

who checks their daily horoscope?

Neither, Heckyl doesn't have a birthday and Kendall is a scientist who finds it dumb.

who sings louder in the car?

Kendall, surprisingly. She's got a really great voice. Heckyl tries his best but is insecure about his voice, and Kendall tries to make more of an effort to include him and hype him up.

who leaves the cap off the toothpaste?

Heckyl fs but he tries to stop.

who is more up to date in pop culture?

Heckyl is pretty cynical about pop culture at first, but once Tyler, Chase, and Shelby put him onto TV, movies and music, he becomes obsessed. He wants to learn EVERYTHING about Earth culture pertaining to those things.

who insists on going to see the newest movies?

Heckyl for sure. Kendall only goes if there's a movie with her favorite actors/actresses in it that she secretly fangirls over

who cries when the abused animal commercials come on?

Heckyl. He wouldn't expect himself to find such a deep attachment to Earthly animals, but there he is with tears in his eyes as Kendall tries comforting him.

who’s the lighter sleeper?

Ms. Morgan the lovely insomniac (again, projecting). Then again, I'm also sure that Heckyl's trauma would also likely keep him from sleeping well. It alternates between the two depending on how exhausted they are, but it mostly goes to Kendall.

who believes in ghosts?

Heckyl. Probably his way of coping with what happened to Sentai 6.

who does the grocery shopping?

Kendall is the only motherfucker who knows how to make a list and stick to it. Heckyl's shopping cart would just be diabetes.

who updates their facebook status more often?

Neither of them own Facebook nor care to, but if Heckyl had social media it would just be a billion pictures of him and Kendall while going "I love my wife sm <333"

[oliveden]

tempted to make the general keith au a keitor fic. keitor is just such an interesting ship dynamic.

in this au especially they're both struggling with their mixed heritage in ways that the other generals don't as much (i.e. alteans and humans playing such a prevalent part in the war).

and while i could go the classic route of having them not speak to anyone about their problems, i could also make them help each other.

there's already plenty of angst and romance is angsty in of itself too.

[chiye21]

rules: make a poll with five of your all time favorite characters and then tag five people to do the same. see which character is everyone's favorite!

tagged by @skadren!! thank you :] i will not be sticking with ff7 characters because . well. orv fundamentally changed my brain chemistry

tagging: @foxtsumus, @dq9, @desfraisespartout, @birdmenmanga, @investigatorsuzuya

[burningcomputerpersona]

We wiped out all the Buffalo Around the turn of the last century, And so it's factories and sawgrass, Wheat fields and asphalt laid in front of me. The Midwest feels like a hollow place That we filled with love and industry. And we're staring at the frozen ground in Goodwill suits, Silent as the pastor reads the eulogy. Well I wanted to see just a little bit of everything. Let me be. Two blackbirds on a highway sign Are laughing at me at four in the morning. They played the war drum out of time So I'm not sure where I've been marching. I wanna be strong, but it's not easy anymore. I'm hoping I'm wrong. It's sixteen hours straight to home From the heart of North Missouri, And so I searched through my great-grandpop's memoirs For the devil in my bloodstream. Depression grabbed his throat And choked the life out of him slowly. I've got the same blood coursing through my veins And it'll come for me eventually. I bet I'd be a fucking coward. I bet I'd never have the guts for war, 'Cause I can't spend another month away from here. These frantic rest stop phone calls don't get answered anymore. But I, I wanted to know if I could please come home. So let me know. Two blackbirds on a highway sign Are laughing at me at four in the morning. They played the war drum out of time So I'm not sure where I've been marching. I wanna be strong, but it's not easy anymore. I'm hoping I'm wrong. I'm hoping I'm wrong. I know how it feels to be At war with a world That never loved me. Two blackbirds on a highway sign Are laughing at me at four in the morning They played the war drum out of time So I'm not sure where I've been marching. I wanna be strong. I wanna be strong, but it's not easy anymore.

[msfeatherfreckles]

Some days i just think of the Spanish-speaking and LatAm GA (and fans not in fandom), and how they are blissfully unaware of the discourse, and how they live in a different world.

One where Destiel is canon.

Full stop. No plausible deniability. Just facts.

Oh, to live in that world.

[blackjackkent]

(Last one, I think! Saved Karlach for last, which based on this dialogue the game definitely did not expect me to do, because she's acting like we just arrived. Oh well. XD )

"Oh, shit!" she cries excitedly, bouncing her weight from foot to foot, her arms spread and waving in excitement, as if to reach out and touch the open, brimstone-less air around them. "Oh my gods! He wasn't kidding."

She rolls her head back and bellows a victory cry at the sky. "Withers, you mad bastard, you brought us back!"

Across the camp, Hector can see Withers watching them with an utterly dispassionate expression, and he finds himself grinning too. Karlach's joy is always infectious, always brings him joy too just to see it. And months in the hells have not dampered her ability to find it in everything around her.

"Commander Zhula won't know where the fuck we went," she goes on with a sudden burst of giggling laughter. She swings an arm around his shoulders, hugging him against her side, pressing a kiss against his temple. He'd be tempted to wonder if she'd already been at the wine in excess, except that he knows her like he knows his own soul, and he knows that this joy comes from the depths of her, irrepressible and pure.

"Man, I can't wait to say hi to everyone," she says eagerly, looking around. "Look at 'em, the beauts!"

She pokes him gently in the chest. "Rest up, soldier. My tin can'll be all right for the night." She presses her forehead against his, grinning from ear to ear. "And you and me will get to sleep with both eyes shut for the first time in..." She considers, and her eyes widen comically. "Six months?" She laughs, squeezes him against her, then releases him again to stand next to her. "Then again," she adds with a suggestive wink, "maybe we won't sleep at all."

He hums low in his throat and gives her a slow smile in return. "I like the sound of that," he murmurs.

Her grin softens and she reaches out to brush a stray bit of hair off his forehead. He knows she feels the same as he does in this moment - they have no shortage of time together in the hells, and plenty of it private, intimate, but there is something very different about being back here, in the open air, and knowing that they are both still safe and together and have survived this first round of struggle and can take the time to rest.

"Me too, my love. See you soon," she says, and a pleasant shiver rolls through him as she drinks him in with her eyes.

"Wyll seems to be having a good time," he comments, as conversationally as he can, resisting the urge to let her drag him off into a corner and have her way with him right then. "We should enjoy ourselves too, before your heart heats up and we need to head back."

She grins reassuringly. "She's got a night in her, I think," she says. "Any trouble and I'll toddle back off to hell, quick as you please."

He knows she would, but he's grateful for the reassurance anyway. And it's encouraging, too, to hear that a full night's visit is possible; it means this sort of thing might not be out of the question in the future either.

He pulls a pleading face at her, dramatically. "Can I have a kiss?" he asks innocently.

She snickers, reaches out to cup his face and pull him towards her. "C'mere, you goon."

Perhaps there are those who might find it ridiculous that after six months in close quarters fighting devils in the hells, under tremendous strain half the time and sweating to death the rest of it, that she would still be able to look at him like that and make him feel like his legs have gone to jelly, but... it's still true, anyway.

Gods, he loves her. He loves her amid the stink of brimstone and he loves her here in his goddess's moonlight, and he does not know how he ever thought he might learn to live without her.

[skele8rity]

i was going to largely keep december all Bird Time but i remember being insane at least briefly about ff9 and at LEAST kafka if not ff6 as a whole despite my memories about this being roughly as detailed as what you see in this post

[shiroselia]

Lmao no I don't have a new favourite magic what ever could you ever be talking about

Screw the buying plans I decided on yesterday! I'm getting the new magics as soon as they get released, the dartmoor can Wait (please don't be the halloween horses I don't wanna wait that long for them please)

[lollia-tea]

💖 anyways guess who just watched all the 358/2 days cutscenes and then dug out her old game and ds to rewatch them on there and then sobbed uncontrollably for half an hour because she loves the game and the characters so much 💖

[yharnamesque]

I think whatever game Fromsoft next makes they should put Jason Pitt in it again

[kaijutegu]

Today I was talking with my mom about why seeing an alligator is fundamental to my mental health. At first she laughed but I got her to listen and she gets it now. My psychiatrist and I call this the alligator litmus test, and it works really well for making decisions about my treatment. I bring this up because perhaps there is something in your life that you can use in a similar fashion.

I have severe major depressive disorder, and I treat this depression with medication. I've been on meds for about... seven years now, and sometimes we have to mess with them. But sometimes the emotional part of the depression is just super bad and there's something underneath that needs to be addressed. When we are figuring this out, my psychiatrist says to take one alligator and call her in the morning.

See, no matter how bad I'm feeling, seeing an alligator almost always cheers me up in the moment. (This works with other large crocodilians, too- they gotta be big, it doesn't work with caimans. I don't know why.) I can't look at their goofy toofers and beautiful eyes and bumpy hides and not be a little wowed by them. Millions of years of evolution have led to this amazing creature and they are completely unbothered by me. Almost all of the time, they make me feel happy. Or maybe I'll feel sad for some unspecified reason. Maybe I'll get worried about the ecosystem or something- but invariably, I will FEEL.

Unless, of course, it's my brain chemistry. If I can experience an alligator and not feel anything- not happy, not sad, just numb- there's something wrong and we should talk about adjusting my meds. Usually with a little tweaking I'm back to my very functional medicated baseline in quick order- instead of wasting time with coping skills and such alone when what I really need is brain chemicals, it's a much quicker way to communicate what's going on with me. At the same time, it also helps me know when the coping skills ARE likely to work without changing up my meds, or when there's something I need to work through with some help.

It's a pretty solid test. Might not work for anyone else on the planet, but it works great for me!

[demonstars]

[murasaki-cha]

The way this scene fundamentally changed me as a person, no joke it rewired my entire brain chemistry.

I have watched it so many times I stopped keeping count. I have watched it 5 times in the last 15 min. I'm gonna start reciting it by heart and if I watch it a bit more I might once again recite it by heart but in german.

Damian and Harriet had RENT DUE!! Damian and Harriet cooked so hard they burned the kitchen!! THE DIRECTOR SAID TAKE 5 BUT DAMIAN AND HARRIET HEARD CHANGE LIVES!!!

[beatrice-otter]

The Other Half of the Social Model of Disability

Lots of people in fandom are aware of the Social Model of Disability, which is a direct contrast to the Medical Model of Disability. Problem is, most of those people only understand half of the Social Model.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, the "in a nutshell" version is that the medical model views disability as something that is broken and which needs to be fixed, and little or no consideration is given beyond trying to cure it (and little or no consideration is given to the needs and wishes of the person who has it). The social model of disability, on the other hand, says that the thing that disables a person is the way society treats them. So, for example, if someone is paralyzed and can't walk, what disables them from going places is buildings that are not wheelchair accessible. (Or possibly not being able to afford the right type of wheelchair.) Inaccessible spaces and support equipment you can't afford are choices society makes, not a problem with the disabled person.

People then take this to mean that the only problem with disability is the society that surrounds it, and therefore in some utopian future where capitalism is no more and neither is ableism or any other form of bigotry, all problems disabled people have will be solved.

Except that what I've just described is not actually what the social model of disability says. Or, rather, it's only half of what the social model of disability says.

The actual social model of disability begins with a distinction between impairments and disabilities. Impairments are parts of the body/brain that are nonstandard: for example, ears that do not hear (deafness), organs that don't work right (e.g. diabetes), limbs that don't work (paralysis), brain chemistry that causes distress (e.g. anxiety, depression), the list goes on. The impairment may or may not cause distress to the person who has it, depending on the type of impairment (how much pain it causes, etc.) and whether it's a lifelong thing they accept as part of themselves or something newly acquired that radically changes their life and prevents them from doing things they want to do.

And then you have the things that disable us, which are the social factors like "is there an accessible entrance," as described above.

If we ever do get a utopian world where everyone with a disability gets the support they need and all of society is designed to include people with disabilities, that doesn't mean the impairments go away. Life would be so much better for people with impairments, and it's worth working towards, but some impairments simply suck and would continue to suck no matter what.

Take my autism. A world where autism was accepted and supported would make my life so much easier ... and yet even then, my trouble sleeping and my tendency to hyperfixate on things that trigger my anxiety would still make my life worse. I don't want to be cured of my autism! That would change who I am on a fundamental level, and I like myself. My dream is not of a world where I am not autistic, but a world in which I am not penalized for being autistic and have the help I need. And even in that world, my autism will still sometimes cause me distress.

There are some impairments--conditions that come with chronic pain, chronic fatigue, etc.--where pretty much everyone with that impairment agrees that the ultimate goal is a cure. But nobody knows how long a cure will take to find (years? decades? centuries?), whereas focusing on the social things disabling you can lead to improvement in your daily life right now.

In conclusion: the social model of disability is very valuable, and much superior to the medical model on a number of levels. But: please don't forget that the social model makes a distinction between disability and impairments, and even if we reach every goal and get rid of all the social factors that disable people, some impairments will be fine and cause no distress to the people who have them, some will be a mixed bag, and some will still be major problems for the people who have them.

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