Psyche

confusedpsychic on ao3! don’t support jkr, protect trans rights instead.

[artistformerlyknownasbutttrumpet]

i was training a young person at work, and she referred to sexual assault as "SA" out loud, and i immediately was like, "no, it's sexual assault, call it what it is," bc idgaf if the algorithm overlords have taught y'all that you should fear direct language, how tf do any of you expect to ever address real issues with any amount of seriousness if you can't even say the words? imagine an advocate looking a sexual assault survivor in the eyes and asking "did he grape you?" it's absolutely fucking absurd, but these young interns and new hires are coming into an environment where we deal with survivors of all different kinds of abuse, and they're coming with the mindset that the words are as bad as the actions, and that makes them shitty at the job and look juvenile af

i HATE self-censorship for a lot of reasons, but being in crisis work makes it even more frustrating. who are you censoring for? like i am being so fr, WHO are you censoring for? have you even thought it through? people who have been raped know that they have been raped. if someone attempts suicide or is grieving someone who did, saying "sewer slide" isn't going to protect them from any of the feelings. a murder victim's family isn't going to feel better bc you said "unalived" instead of murdered. if anything, it's just extremely invalidating and othering. it's saying "what happened to you is so bad that i won't even say the word," which is NOT trauma-informed care. you are not protecting survivors/victims when you self-censor. the ONLY things you protect when you self-censor are the puritanical ideologies that are being encouraged by rich fascists who want your money and obedience

say the fucking words, guys. just say the goddamn words before i go insane!!!

[confusedpsychic]

Just a cheeky late-night fuck about

That was all it was s’posed to be

Just a cheeky late-night fuck about

But keep the window open for me

[iliveinamuseum13]

I fear this version of Orion has fundamentally ruined all other Orions for me

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[confusedpsychic]

I feel like there’s always a ‘typical’ characterisation of all marauders characters that the fandom seems to gravitate toward. With Orion, I’ve seen him be cold, calculating, and heartless, all for the purpose of blood purity and maintaining his legacy. He doesn’t care for his sons personally, only for what they can do for him.

This is my first time reading a characterisation of Orion Black who is so immensely dedicated to his family because they are his family and not his legacy.

I find it really impressive how the author has taken that ‘typical’ characterisation and chosen to keep it at its core, but still finding a way to turn Orion into the kind of character you can see yourself latching onto just as the other characters in the story are. The fact that he has so many different dynamics with so many characters and each one makes complete sense? Not even a talent at that point, it’s a skill.

I’ve always been a firm believer that canon Orion and Walburga Black loved their sons. They adored them, and spoiled them, and were horrible people nonetheless. Horrible parents, too. They’d put pressure on Regulus to be more like Sirius, and would be frustrated by Sirius’ rebellion but always forgiving at the end of the day. In canon, it was common knowledge that Regulus deserted the Death Eaters and Sirius’ allegiance was to Dumbledore — Walburga and Orion would’ve known this. And yet they kept their sons things, kept their rooms clean and intact, exactly as they left them. Almost as if they’d be walking back through the doors at any minute.

So yeah, they did love their children. And I find it really special that I’ve found a fic that — although it’s an absolute wild ride of an AU — treats Orion in a way that makes it known how much his children mean to him and having that BE the reason he’s as hostile as he is.

He’s so complex in this narrative that it makes me look at the older men in my own life and truly try and see them, understand them. If anyone’s out there, I’m having the time of my life reading this fic. It’d be cool to check out.

[confusedpsychic]

Currently trying to convince a 1st year I just met to move into my art studio so I can figure out if they write fanfiction

[confusedpsychic]

THEY SAID YES LETSGO

[confusedpsychic]

Tips on how to break up with my therapist??

[confusedpsychic]

Rocks

[sailermoon]

this is how new yorkers @ mamdani

[sailermoon]

[confusedpsychic]

Currently trying to convince a 1st year I just met to move into my art studio so I can figure out if they write fanfiction

[otrtbs]

thinking about how fun it would be to write a love island au and then have yall vote every chapter via tumblr poll for favorite couples and who to pair with mysterious bombshells and who to eliminate …like omg

[confusedpsychic]

PLEASE

[peachrtistic]

in the come and go room

[confusedpsychic]

So I’m writing a zombie apocalypse au but let me just say… don’t do this shit when you’re terrified of zombies it really slows down the writing process

[confusedpsychic]

Turns out I’ve had my professor in my close friends story for MONTHS now without realising it and yall I post the stupidest shit on there

[confusedpsychic]

Why is writing a self insert so much easier

[confusedpsychic]

A lot of comparisons can be made in the name of love, I think. At the moment I’m left pondering two very different situations that somehow make me feel exactly the same thing. For both situations there’s side A and B. Side A is smart — the logical decision that I know if I just commit, I can achieve goals I’ve had set for years, I can have comfort and stability, the life I’ve always wanted. Side B is stupid — a decision made on impulse and emotion that probably won’t work out well at all, but is something I’ll be able to find the bright side of no matter what happens. But it would be the kind of choice that leaves you awake with regret in the middle of the night if you don’t choose it. And the toughest part about these two situations, and the choices I have to make within them, is that I genuinely want them both equally. I want to choose A, for stability and a guaranteed success that will leave me satisfied in life, and I yearn for B, for a rail thin chance of complete and utter happiness with a high probability of my life not staying on track that will more than likely end in a train wreck I’ll have no choice but to stumble out of on all fours— see, now I’m rambling. I feel like everyone faces choice A and B every day, in their own ways. I’ll let you know what I pick one day.

[confusedpsychic]

I can’t help but find myself longing for an old flame of mine. I see her every now and again, try her out like old times, but it isn’t the same. We’re always in a rush, and then I force myself to return to something Brand New. My Brand New is heavy, and I can’t spend too long with her without feeling at my worst. It’s not anything she’s done, per se, just everything having her means for me. I know that without her, I’d have less of a purpose, no direction worth striving for. But each night for months now is a game of roulette, never knowing if my mind will wander to the ever-smouldering ember of who I was once so intimately familiar— or to the darkness, something empty and unknown, to the sound of clinking metal that might spark and make the brightest blaze of my life.

[otrtbs]

to me bcj is multifaceted ... he's my crust punk freak with a bullet belt and diy tattoos and safety pin piercings, he's daddy's evil little smarmy double-dealing freak in cognac loafers and a perfect smile, he's my metro station 3OH!3 listening, lip piercing, swoopy hair scene queen, he's a neurotic freak who fills the room with uneasy thundercloud-like dread

but in all universes he's way smarter than anyone else in the room and has everyone figured out in .2 seconds

[confusedpsychic]

what the fuck???