#not being

[sluttery-withoutshame]

Let’s see what I can post before I turn out the light.

Imagine Eric in an original makeup design?

[dipperscavern]

cregan stark NOT found oiled up naked angry and suspended underneath my christmas tree today. pissed as hell. merry fucking christmas i guess

[link-the-feral-anon]

Therapy For K.U.M.A: Kids Used in Magical Affairs

Prologue:

Kirsty and Rachel had been to many therapists after their parents found out about their adventures with the fairies. The nightmares had been getting worse, so they both figured that maybe it was good for them to get therapy. At least, until they both realized that no therapist would ever believe them.

Then, one day, a letter came to both their parents telling them about K.U.M.A Therapy. There was no return address, only that of the building for K.U.M.A and two letters at the bottom of the letter.

T&K

Chapter One

"Hello, Kirsty."

Dr. Smith had a soft voice and a kind smile, but Kirsty still didn't like being there. She huffed a little and offered up a small, "Hello."

"Your parents tell me that you and your friend Rachel say that you've been helping fairies for years."

Kirsty rolled her eyes. Another therapist who couldn't help. These weren't delusions. They had been helping the fairies for years. What they both needed was therapy for their ptsd, not delusions.

"Can you tell me about them?" He leaned back and pulled a little notebook. Like, it was ridiculously small. Like the handy-dandy notebook from "Blue's Clues" small.

"Are you gonna try to convince me they weren't real? Because I can assure you-"

"No, actually. I'm not going to tell you that." Dr. Smith interrupted. "Well, I most likely won't. Tell me about them and then I'll decide."

Well, that was certainly better than what other doctors have offered.

"Well..." She said, sitting up a little more and reaching for one of the treats laid about the table. "It all started with Ruby. She's the red fairy, of the Rainbow Fairies. They're very important, you see. Like the Weather Fairies."

After about thirty minutes of catching up her thirty year old therapist, she finished by saying, "And these aren't delusions. This all happened."

Dr. Smith nodded and continued to take his notes. He was silent for a moment, save for the scritch-scratching of his pencil. Who used pencils for notes in a professional setting?

"I see. So, you and Rachel don't need help with delusions, you need help with PTSD. Correct? Going against someone like Jack Frost so many times at such a year age and needing to save the worlds had to have been traumatizing. This is good to know." He said, rather matter-of-factly. "I will say, I'm glad you met such nice fairies. The ones I met threatened to turn my sister and I into animals just because we tried to get our friend to come back home."

Kirsty blinked. Then blinked again.

"Wait. What?"

Dr. Smith smiled, a coy and almost boyish smile, and said, "What? Did you think you were the only kids to be used in magical affairs? There's plenty of us. That's why I got into this field. To help kids like you when no one else can."

"There's... there's more of us?"

"I have one patient who almost got tricked into letting a beldam sew buttons into their eyes." He said. "And between my co-workers and I, we've all got quite a few demigods. So, Rainbow Fairies and Weather Fairies are of no surprise to me, honestly."

He checked his clock and clicked his tongue.

"Ah, and I'm afraid that's time, Kirsty. Dr. Honey will see you out. Matilda!" Dr. Smith called.

"Be right there!" A sweet voice called back.

"Ah, she must be on the phone with her Mom. Why don't you go out and wait for her? I've got lunch with my sister and then another patient afterwards. Oh, and of you ask for a chocolate, I'm sure she'll give you one." He said, standing and closing his tiny, handy-dandy sized notebook.

Kirsty nodded and stood. Once she was out the door and with Dr. Smith's coworker, it hit her. She felt good. Lighter than she had in years.

She finally had a good therapist. Someone who believed her when she spoke about her trauma. While she waited for her parents to pick her up, she watched the other kids. Dr. Honey called up one girl named "Wednesday." There was one guy twisting a skull ring around his finger. One set of kids were talking about La La Loopsies and how they terrified one of them. The other nodded solemnly, as if this made perfect sense. Kirsty wondered if that was the beldam kid. Another set of kids were playing some game. One of them would look at something, blink really hard and say "click" then the other kid would quiz them on what was on the thing. These kids were like her? Really? That... honestly made her feel better. Much better.

She was really going to be listened to at this office. And so would Rachel. And all these other kids. She didn't know who T and K were, but she was truly grateful to them.

[patientfocusly]

👀 “what do you need from me?”

@alnaari​       [      accepting !      ]

“I need you to live your life so that one day you may leave it without a single regret. I need you to keep soaring, to remain true to yourself, and to go where your heart tells you to go. That, there in your chest, will always be a trustworthy guiding light. 

“And if, amongst it all, you spare me a few kisses, that would be great.”

[1five1two]

Therefore, perception, which I count as the most wonderful of instruments, has just as little reality as that of my poor senses. However I might conceive of matter, it is always something different from what I understood it to be. But it is not only that I can never completely perceive the essence of matter, but also it's that it has no being. Spray water on a hot oven and it is instantaneously vaporized, if I throw a lump of sugar into a cup of tea it melts. If I break the cup I'm drinking out of, I'll have nothing but shards - but no longer a cup. If, however, being can be turned into not-being with the flip of the wrist, then it is not worth talking about it as being. Not-being, death, is the real essence of all matter, life is only a negation of this essence for an infinitely short span of time. But the thought of the drop of water, or the lump of sugar remains immutable, it can never be broken, vaporated, or melted. So isn't this thought to be spoken of with much greater right as reality, than fluctuating material is? 

From, 'The Diary of an Orange Tree', by Hanns Heinz Ewers.

[amuseofspace]

anyone else have a weirdly specific belief system thanks to homestuck

[ppink50z]

ngl this is a wild take butttt this whole convo on religion being a coping mechanism for poor/underprivileged folks has really got me pondering.

especially the whole belief in heaven/hell, etc. that belief lowkey stops people from pushing agendas or fighting back on the world during their human experience…telling themselves “God will handle it” or “they’ll get theirs eventually”. yea becomes a way to survive — but also a way to stay stuck.

not saying religion’s bad or fake — just that it really shows how deep these belief systems can go. like if we gon call it what it is, specifically Christianity (only religion i can speak on tbh) has historically been a tool of both oppression and survival for Black people. don’t get me wrong i grew up like that but i still don’t fully get how deeeeep it runs lol…it literally became a replacement identity for us (it erased African spirituality and pushed this european ideology/values). y’all reclaimed it ode and added a black twist to it ofc. the real question is; why are we this wrapped up in the Lord when that same religion was used to enslave us? idk chile

i didn’t grow up needing or seeking religion through most of my life, so maybe that’s why it never felt essential to me. not judging anyone who does — this just helped me see it from a odeee different angle like 🤯

and just to be clear, i’m not even against Christianity. as i mentioned, it’s part of my childhood. & yk i still believe in something — whether that’s a higher power, the divine in us, or our ancestors guiding us. maybe we are our own God, who knows. i’m still figuring it out. maybe one day i’ll lean back into Christianity, but right now? this is where i’m at 🧵