0cean10 - Hi

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*sees a same sex couple*

so which one of you is the fullmetal alchemist and which one of you is the *slightly different voice* fullmetal alchemist

*hands you this*

Here are the links to HHKC’s chapters Dropbox.

If anything gets claimed, it has a backup here. Might start posting and trashing a few days later so here y’all go. Updated in descending order chronologically.

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https://www.dropbox.com/sh/r4ezvflyc0uoety/AACvkcwzc0yhKJoSQl4K64Cma?dl=0

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https://www.dropbox.com/sh/l4cv9o4veev303z/AABA5hsoDC74bm0rU58Z3clma?dl=0

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https://www.dropbox.com/sh/mz384g5ivrz06jl/AAB_7rGKo56gccUzi_TtdwJ1a?dl=0

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https://www.dropbox.com/sh/8rdmgqz2ya6n971/AAAr4Ke5nb027rHlu6CrVc13a?dl=0

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Chapter 162 PART ONE!

top 10 gayest killers’ songs

10. the ballad of michael valentine: literally just a song about how cool this guy is

9. midnight show: “DRIVE FASTER BOYYYYYYYY”

8. sam’s town: wanting to get out of your hometown is gay culture at it’s finest

7. on top: i mean………… it’s called…………

6. read my mind: not even explicitly gay but could you even imagine a song this good being about straight people? + “a subtle kiss that no one sees”

5. bones: the juxtaposition of sneaking away on the back roads and clarifying that “i don’t really like you” vs the reassurance of “it’s only natural.” the confession of “i never had a lover / i never had a soul / i never had a good time.”

4. mr. brightside: the ambiguity of the jealousy making it gay no matter the gender of the person singing is like… the definition of iconic. the jessie’s girl of this generation.

3. when you were young: the experience of “this isn’t what i pictured for myself but like. yeah. it makes sense.”

2. somebody told me: if you’re bisexual and you ever listen to any song other than this you die immediately

1. andy you’re a star: i don’t know where to begin with this one since every lyric is literally unambiguously gay. the restraint on the “hey shut up.” the facade of indifference on the first “in the car with a girl / promise me she’s not your world” vs the desperate outburst and almost-voice-crack on the second one. the vivid memories of your first unrequited middle school crush every gay person gets when listening to it. the killers singlehandedly invented gay rights thanks for listening

I want to urge ya'll to make space for people with psychosis in your mental health advocacy.

Let me explain.

First off, psychosis in itself is an incredibly lonely and isolating experience. Depression and anxiety have made massive strides in general acceptance and that's wonderful, but if someone has hallucinations or delusions, we're still terrified to talk about them.

Isolation breeds alienation breeds suicidality.

If you don't even feel welcome in mental health spaces that are supposed to be meant for you, you're going to feel really, really fucking bad, man. Your brain is already collapsing in on itself and turning your sense of reality into a nightmare, and then you're afraid to talk about it and feel like an alien when you do.

Another example of this - you'll be hanging out in a group of other mentally ill people and they all start talking about how cannabis helps their symptoms, and insist you try it too, (weed is detrimental to psychotic people, no ifs ands or buts, it's like eating peanuts when you have a peanut allergy) and then you're put in the awkward position of either seeming like a shetered stick in the mud or outing yourself as a Crazy Person.

First of all, you're allowed to have boundaries no matter what, but second of all, I shouldn't be afraid to tell people about this aspect of my mental health.

I also really, really want to talk about those of us who suffer suicide-themed delusions. You cannot make blanket statements like "suicidal people don't want to die, they just want to end their suffering" or "this is a permanent solution to a temporary problem", and you can't paint all suicidal people with the same brush.

I've felt your stereotypical "I'm going to be miserable forever, so what's the point" suicidality. And it sucks. I'd argue that it's just as bad as what I'm about to talk about.

But it's an entirely different beast from when I'm convinced the universe has a target on my head, and I can see into a future where my continued existence sets off a series of events that ends in the deaths of my loved ones and innocent strangers. Or when I'm convinced I have some kind of psychic poison that excaberates the mental illnesses of anyone I spend too much time with. Or many years ago, when I was convinced suicide was the only way to enter the Matrix-like world I was Called To.

I know it sounds crazy. (It is!) But these aren't uncommon delusions to have, and newsflash: we're in just as much danger as any "classically" suicidal person, if not more, because goddamn, when the stakes are "everyone I love will die if I don't do this", you might get pretty damn desperate. In that moment, to you, what your faulty brain is telling you is your reality.

Keeping this shit a secret makes it worse. Delusions kind of feed off the fear of being found out; the more it's kept secret, the more it snowballs, at least in my experience. Some of my biggest coping skills include telling my support system (therapist, partner, close friends) when I'm Going Through It, and I'm lucky that I have people I feel safe enough around to even kind of vaguely talk about it with.

The stigma kept me from telling anyone for years, and most psychotic people will, sadly, have a similar story.

It's also intensely traumatic. Even when you're not actively symptomatic, the memories of the things you saw and Knew thought and experienced still haunt you. It took me over a year to open up to my therapist about the first break I had six years ago. I sobbed my fucking eyes out and was shaking so hard.

I know so many others who will tell you they suffered with symptoms alone for so long. Which is really traumatic in and of itself, but it's even worse when you feel like you can't even talk about it when it's over, because everyone looks at you like some Weird Crazy Person. You can't talk about it, because it's not #Relatable and people believe the stigma.

I want you guys to realize one thing: Psychotic people are human.

We have dreams and hobbies and loved ones and goals and histories and complex emotions just like everyone else. We want love and acceptance and contentment just like everyone else. We just have brains that like to Fuck With Us.

And it's lonely. I wouldn't wish it on anyone, but God, I wish it was okay to casually say "I had a bad break last night" or "I'm having a really scary hallucination right now" or "I went through a year-long psychotic break", just as much as it's okay to say "I'm just coming out of a depressive episode" or "I think I'm having an anxiety attack" or "I suffered PTSD for a few years".

Especially in circles meant to discuss mental illness.

When your friend tells you of their terrifying hallucinations, or their delusions that don't make any sense to you, or their paranoias, please, please, just be there and listen, if you can. Ask questions, check in, see how they're doing. Our struggles may look different, but we're still experiencing pain and fear and loneliness.

And if you need to be able to relate to someone to feel compassion, I urge you to relate to that.

im gonna be real here - making the TKC movies and PJO show(s) live action is a huge mistake on Netflix/Disney’s part.

Like, we get it, you want this adaptation to be the next Harry Potter or Stranger Things or whatever, but after such horrible live-action PJO movies the fans are inherently inclined to hate live-action adaptations, plus it just has completely the wrong tones for the universe. There’s too much CGI they’re going to have to do for powers and creatures and everything that unless they’ve really got this and probably use a lot of practical effects, it’s going to look weird and probably outdated within a couple years.

And unless they have a really tight filming schedule, or they don’t use younger actors (which is probably going to piss off the fanbase, because the characters being young teens is kind of a major point of the series), then the actors are going to age too much between sections and it’s not going to be easy to find other actors to play the same characters. With animation if their voices change too much you can get voice doubles or just re-record stuff! It’d make everyone’s lives so much easier and also just in general the production would probably be cheaper and age better.

“But then it won’t appeal to as wide of an audience-” It’s a book series aimed at MIDDLE SCHOOLERS! You’re not going to get a wide adult audience unless they’re watching it for nostalgia! It’s just an inherent part of the series! Your audience is middle schoolers and high schoolers and yes they’ll watch animation how do you think Cartoon Network has survived this long. Plus if you try to “age it up” too much you’ll loose too much of that middle school audience that makes up the majority of your demographic here AND the older fans will be pissed off again.

@ Disney, @netflix @ Rick: Just. Animate it. Just animate it. Animate both.

please read.

(our spotify)

someday i will remember that tumblr is also a place to promo

last night i posted the first chapter of a two-part FFH au wherein Beck takes a different approach to getting EDITH. this one’s a bit of a vent fic so please read the tags and warnings on the fic and in the author’s notes, and skip it if you need to. 

main tw: non-graphic sexual assault (by way of dubcon), grooming

safe reading y’all

fic title: i waste my truth on you

summary: 

Peter looks away, across the sloping lawn, to the lake. “I’m almost 18.”

Tony shakes his head. “Yeah, doesn’t matter. You’re still my kid. And besides,” here his voice turns careful, a little shrewd, a lot gentle. “It’s not just about your age on paper. It’s also about experience, power- a lot of things that go beyond just how many times you’ve traveled around the sun.”

Peter’s heart is thudding in his chest now, the rush of blood in his ears deafening.

“Peter.” Tony’s voice is so quiet, so impossibly gentle. Peter feels like he might crumble apart under the weight of it. “You want to tell me what happened in Prague?”

Or

Feeling shut out by his friends on their junior class trip, Peter finds himself drawn into a fight alongside a new, strange superhero. And if that man, Mysterio, has a gaze that lingers, that makes his stomach turn and his cheeks heat and the hair on his neck stand up? It’s fine. He can handle it. He’s got this all under control.

And when Mysterio shows his true colors, stealing EDITH right from under Peter’s nose? That’s fine too. He can fix his mistakes. He doesn’t need any help taking down Mysterio. And he definitely doesn’t need any help dealing with the aftermath.

So proud of my mother for doing her own research after I sent her that meme. A sign she hung in her car window.