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Gay weddings from different cultures
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I swear I get sad if I wake up and one is on the floor
They are exploring under the bed! This is normal stuffed animal behavior, as they are trained to protect you from monsters and shadow creatures, so it's natural that they want to keep an eye out. Don't be sad, thank your friend for doing such a good job.
OHH thats exactly how we treat the one persecutor we interact with frequently. He mean to me but I just ask a grown up to help me out so we both are safe and happy even tho he often sad but thats ok sometimes -Luna
I just went on the dating site the grown ups use cos I knew they didnt check on it the past few days. Than I realized how stupid it was XD I am just 8 I dunno how that stuff works ^^ Gonna go to youtube watching slime videos, that sound nice! Also an older alter got us butterfly wing cape and I LOVE IT -Luna
how am I suposed to learn that food is not evil when every time I eat my stomach gets upset -Dragon
A bit bummed out cos our social worker came 2 h earlier to work to be able to chat with us but even than we are only worthy of barely 30 min of her time..... -rando
Sometimes being blurry is like “i have no idea who i am” and sometimes its like “i’m x but with a bit of y going on and also kind of z” and sometimes its “i’m x but not lol”
can you not tag your shitty emo posts as super monkey ball
🤍Winter is coming 🤍
Yeah I was embarrassing when I was 15 who isn’t. Was also Embarrassing at 16. 17. 18. 19. 20. Last week. Yesterday
It’s important to realize that platonic love can sometimes seem a lot like romantic love.
It can make your heart pound and your stomach flutter. It can make you nervous to act upon it. It can be just as full of meaning and desire as any relationship, and it can be confusing at times, but that’s alright.
If it brings joy, that’s all that matters.
This is super important. Platonic relationships can be extremely moving and very emotional. Some people would literally give anything for some of their friends and that is an amazing part of humanity.
some people wonder why I am so heartbroken over people that I dont crush on but tbh, my platonic crushes, also called a squish are often more intense than the romantic ones
when i was getting trained as a welder the guys started playing sneaky grabass with each other and with me. i almost hit a few people while holding dangerous tools in my hand because they wouldn’t stop grabbing me from behind, then laughing that i ‘almost’ hit them, so i finally had to go to the instructor and say, look, i’ve had years and years of self defense training due the fact i’m a very small weirdo who is in legitimate danger of getting hatecrimed and at some point one of these guys is going to goose me again and im going to bury a wrench in his eye. get them to stop grabbing me, because i don’t want to get kicked out for hitting people.
the next day i ended up punching someone in the face with a doughnut in my fist because she thought i was being a big fucking buzzkill who tattled to teacher about a harmless game, and, guess what, grabbed my butt. i got icing all over her hair. she complained to teacher...who let everyone know that this was why they weren’t supposed to be playing grabass in the fucking shop.
anyway don’t fucking sneak up on twitchy little queers with hypervigilance, it fucking sucks and you’re lucky if you get a doughnut to a face instead of a hammer.
On the other end of the fight-or-flight response spectrum, a startle response can still be dangerous.
Hypervigilance means your body's got a hair trigger for fun hormones like cortisol and adrenaline. This is not well tolerated by certain populations. Those of us with heart or autonomic conditions in particular can have a serious medical episode.
Best case scenario? You get nurse duty for the next couple of hours while somebody stabilizes. Worst case scenario? You are now responsible for explaining to emergency services why someone is unresponsive after your interaction.
I'm a freeze responder first and foremost, I don't think I've ever done much in the way of hurting someone when I startled.
But I do jump. The number of people who think that's funny and will intentionally set it off, and who make fun of it when it happens is fucking disgusting. Even an otherwise very kind and understanding college prof used to tease me about it all the time.
The number of panic attacks I've had to force down is unthinkable. Since I'm a primary freeze responder, folk don't tend to notice just how stressed out I get by their startling me.
We almost always lose a chunk of time entirely, at least an hour, while we re-regulate. We'll be going through the motions of life, but nothing is really getting done. Like, a big startle at the beginning of the day can put me functionally out of commission until the next day. And this is after years of learning to manage my stress.
It triggers severe dissociation. If I'm "lucky" I'll switch with an alter who is able to get the rest of our day done without much trouble, while the startled parts figure stuff out inside. I'm not usually lucky.
Sometimes it'll pull out a more vulnerable part, and then I've got to deal with sudden heavy emotions in front of someone who just proved themselves unsafe. It feels like shit to suddenly be crying as someone is laughing their ass off at your expense.
Most often we'll switch to a more vigilant, more protective part who won't really care about ~silly things~ like "responsibilities", or "food", or "other people's feelings". I've lost friendships over things I've said while triggered from being startled.
Either way there's then that "suddenly I'm the bad guy for reacting to something intended to get a reaction" thing, which tends to end with me having to try and reassure them while I'm the one messed up. 🙄 So we try and hide our reaction, whatever it is.
I hate how if a team makes a huge mistake no one gets the blame but if one did member does a mistake the whole system is expected to apologise and get a punishment
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Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.
You’re a female hero in a fantasy world, and you are annoyed. The wizards keep giving you enchanted armor with incredible stats, but it looks RIDICULOUS! This one has nipples! This one has a hole over your heart! This one is just a necklace and a belt! Would they please STOP IT!
You like being a hero, sure.
You were born into it, really; your mother was a hero and her mother before that, and her mother before your mother’s mother, so on and so forth to the woman who started it all by slaying a dragon. You’re from the Retrian family, and the kingdom has prospered because of the Retrians for centuries. It your duty to be a Retrian, so you, Dahlia Retrian, wear your crest on your heart and carry a sword on your hip.
And it is….fun! Yeah, let’s call it fun. You’re stronger and faster than most other girls your age, and they give you weird looks when you give them a little smile and a wave, but that’s fine. You didn’t grow up with them. You didn’t really care to, honestly. You find solace in the vast library hidden in the back of Retrian manor, learning about the monsters you encounter in your quests, or the training room that sprawls through the basement, padded floors soft under your bare feet, or the babbling brook that passes through the field behind the house; not with other people. You understand what you must be and you’re fine with it, and honestly you really like punching things. Dahlia the headstrong, they call you. Or that stubborn Retrian heir. Whatever. Going in first is your instinct, so you do it.
Though it’s not all great. Long hours are spent getting bruised or your clothes torn or hearing the shit your mother spouts about honor and duty and responsibility and being a model family member. Loneliness is comfortable, yes, but it is still lonely- you wish for the women in your town to see you as Dahlia first, not Retrian. You live with it. What you don’t live with, however, is the goddamn armor.
When you were nine you went through your mother’s armory and found nothing that made sense. The great protection of the past Retrians seemed uncomfortable, unwearable, even. Metal was forged into curves that weren’t natural and guarded places that didn’t need protecting. Some of them had fucking nipples, for gods sake! It was ugly and stupid and you told your mother that, because you’ve always been an opinionated little thing. You expected her to shout, or something, show how it worked, maybe make a comment about going through the armory. But her eyes softened. A deep sigh rung through the bedroom.
Dahlia, we do not make the armor for ourselves. Us women have to put up with what we have, even if it was not made with us in mind. It is an honor to serve our community, and the honor outweighs all. I am sorry, my love.
That is the only time your mother apologized for the work you must do, so you grin and bear it. In secret, you make your own protection out of leather and dare not call it armor, even though you are sure it saves you more than whatever is in that armory. You hide it in a chest under a floorboard in the library, careful to only take it out when your company is the great heap of knowledge surrounding you. You sing small words into the material, hide it amongst your things when duty calls, wait until the woods shield you and change by where the brook turns stream turns river. Nobody knows you are a Retrian there. You bear with the uncomfortable metal the old wise men give you when you parade your victory to the villagers, hating how you cannot feel the warmth of their gratitude through it.
Your mother is killed on a hunt by a great lumbering beast ransacking a town. She is buried wearing what she did that day. You cannot help but think, in between sobs, that she would still be alive if she hadn’t worn that horrible armor that did not cover her pierced through heart.
The armory piles up with suits that the wise men promised would give the strength of twenty in one, or the speed of a foreign animal. You, Dahlia Retrian, are the head of the family, and you take great pleasure in watching the bullshit collect dust in a forgotten room. Your crest is burned into leather that sits neatly over chain mail that flattens your chest. When the villagers come to thank you, they are so warm with love that you cannot help but cry, because this is all you wanted. You wanted to help people. You wanted to be safe. You wanted to dive in and live another day to read more and sit by the brook and breathe.
It does not take too long for the wise men to take offense. Dearest hero, they cry, where is your armor? Have you lost it? You will die out there if not for what we can make you! And you just laugh, because you have spent enough time in the library singing little words into leather that it makes their enchantments look like parlor tricks. You laugh and you laugh because they knew not what was best for you but best in their minds eye; they profited off seeing you dressed like a whore and dying because of it.
When they push you back in a moment of rage, their palms are icy cold, and enough reading has taught you that only monsters can feel like that. You do not hesitate to swing your sword, Dahlia Retrian the headstrong. And that is the most fun you ever have with being a hero.
hell yeah, fuck it up, dahlia!!
i this like really stood out to me, just the way it was phrased: “Loneliness is comfortable, yes, but it is still lonely.” also, the fact that the only time her mother apologized was when dahlia found out about the armor, and the fact that her mothers armor was what killed her… fuck those wise men, they got what was coming to them!
Is it truly normal to get allergens gifted ? Like nut chocolate when the person clearly knows that the recipient is allergic? Am I the only one who thinks that this is upsetting ?