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Episode 9 Spoiler Under Cut but can ya'll stop being ableist for 5 fucking seconds???
I'm genuinely so confused why people think that the three dream scenarios Pomni sees are Jax's "hidden wants" and not intrusive thoughts.
Like, it seems so obvious that that is what they are. How did so many people come to the conclusion that she wants to do those things instead of it being circular thoughts she can't get rid of?
Did you all forget how she went out of her way to not physically hurt Pomni in "They All Get Guns" and even apologized when she got hit with a stray shot? Did you all forget how those three personas are shown to be intrinsically against Jax's genuine self with the way they treat the piano playing Jax? That they're internalized issues that Jax doesn't know how to free herself from. Piano Jax is literally chained up in the room where they bully her!
Also the way people talk about the dream scenarios makes me worried how they'd treat an actual person who deals with intrusive thoughts and dissociative states because holy shit. The whole "thinking about bad things makes you an inherently bad person even if you don't act on them and are actively horrified by them" is so fucking ableist can ya'll get a grip?
Yes, Jax has done bad things and should be held accountable (which does happen in-universe despite some people insisting otherwise), but that doesn't give you a pass to be so flagrantly ableist.
Excert from a story I'm writing:
But oddly, it had been Nocturn who’d helped him most. For so long, Danny’s primary concern had been whatever disaster was currently exploding in his face. He hadn’t had time to look to the future or think about his own desires since he’d died. So on a clear autumn night when Nocturn asked Danny about his own Dreams, Danny was shocked to find that he didn’t have a ready answer. At 14, Danny had wanted many things. He’d wanted to undo the portal accident. He’d wanted to be popular. He’d wanted to marry Paulina. Time went on and he wanted to protect the city. He wanted to get a good night's sleep. He wanted to not flunk out of high school. At times he’d wanted to just survive.
What did Danny want now? Of course he had all of his new responsibilities. He had a whole un-dimension to rule and govern. And he was slowly getting a handle on that. But that was not really his goal. It was just a daily fact. And Nocturn hadn’t asked about his core’s drive. His Obsession. Nocturn had asked, appropriately, about Danny’s Dreams. So Danny did what he always did when he found a quiet moment of flight among the chaos. He looked up at the sky. It was a clear night, the stars out in abundance. Staring at the glittering unending void, Danny felt his core settle and something he didn’t know he’d been missing clicked into place.
“There it is.” Nocturn said.
But Danny did not hear him. With that quiet snick of the final puzzle piece of his soul, his mind had expanded outwards. Suddenly able to connect with the resonance of the universe. To feel the white hot pinpoint of each star in the blanket of space. To breathe into the gaps between one galaxy and the next. Perceiving everything everwhere all at once while losing his connection to himself.
It was a long time before he remembered that he was Danny. That he existed as his own entity, separate from ever expanding and churning cauldron of space. His mind and awareness shrank back down. Slowly letting go of the planets and stars, leaving just himself. His core. His limbs. The sounds around him came back first as the roar of the stars quieted. Feeling came next. His mind letting go of asteroids and radiation and connecting to his clothes and the bed he laid on. He could feel a hand holding his, warm and pulsing. He opened his eyes to see Jazz. He was inside. There were no windows, which was just as well because he wasn’t sure he’d have been able to stay tethered to his own body if he saw the sky again.
“Hey,” She said. “Nocturn brought you home. He said you’d be gone awhile but didn’t say where you’d gone.”
“To space.” He said. “I went to space. And it’s mine.” Danny looked shocked at his own declaration but felt the truth of it. “I’m… I think I’m in charge of Space.”
Clockwork in the perfect timing that only he could have, arrived to explain to Danny that the domain of Space had always been waiting for him. Existing without rule until he grew enough in power and in mind to connect fully with it. To take on the mantle as the Ancient of Space to perceive on that level and still come back to themselves with their own sense of being intact. Even if it had taken him nearly a week to come back.
So I have an Elmo alter. The other night he couldn’t sleep because he wanted to know if he had a soul too. I had to reassure him despite being an atheist myself.
Hey yall
If a child looks bored or unresponsive when you’re scolding them, they might not be ‘disrespecting your authority’ or shit like that. Looking bored or unresponsive is how many people (myself included) appear when they disassociate. If you are yelling at your child and they disassociate, you have already done damage and you need to do all of the following:
stop yelling
Stop scolding them in any way
Apologize
Offer them things or activities that the enjoy, especially things that activate the senses (ex warm hot chocolate and a weighted blanket) or things that get them moving (ex a bike ride or dancing)
When they become more responsive, apologize again. Amnesia is a symptom of disassociation and it’s important that they hear that
Reflect on what you did wrong and how you can do better next time
sincerely, a someone who spent ten minutes crying in a public bathroom last night because their dad yelled at them when they were on their way to dance class and made them disassociate and they only snapped out of it when they started dancing and then they felt all the emotions and it really fucking sucked
This could be about disassociating and maybe the problems were in currently but it could be about everything else at this point. Idk tell me how you feel in this piece I’m not gonna police you.
the cat was drawn on kid pix and everything else was on procreate.