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GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒋⒌ — @bummelBoogie Nyrita. (Just Nyrita!) HEADS (AND PANTS) ↑: though there isn’t anything NECESSARILY NSFW in this FEATURE, we will be Discussing #pailing-plus-coital-psychology (#well-its-more-sociology-here) and #quasiintimate-flushed-romances. Unpunny Jokes, too. If that isn’t your Party of Lusting People, I suggest you use your hands for better things… Like scrolling ↓ to the post beneath mine. I’m sure it’s Good. Great, even. (I hope!) Eyyyy (⒎⒎⒎⒎), what’s ↑ Chittr. We’re back at it with another Digital Panpeep, so let’s get → into it! This one (⒈) is Surely A Doozy. Let’s Take A Gander at Nyrita! (CROWD CHEER!) (CROWD HMM…) (CROWD THINKING; I could make a terrible joke here, but I’ll save it for the rest of the post!) I’d like you to Imagine Chittr as a Bustling Cafe for a second with me: idle chatter in abundance, a coffee for your troubles, a Stage rife with Life Announcements, lyricposts, etcetera. You’ve got your Big Bads on the ←, your Critics on the →, and camaraderie all around you. OK, now imagine Nyrita being a majoregular at this Cafe. She’s a face you just CANNOT MISS. SERIOUSLY. At an outside glance, you fall for the Image she’s constructed for herself: she’s laid-back, casual, flirty, friendly regardless, and has quite a Lot to say about… (well, you’ll just have to See For Yourself). A bringer of FUN AND PLEASURE, she has a prong in hosting the wipely SICK NASTY SUNDAY. She knows her activity and takes Pride in the LIFE (or I guess HEART) she’s BREATHED into the platform. Which is to say, it’s easy to assume that’s all there is to her: Porn Without Plot, as a Wise Collective Archive would paint her as. Uncommonly, a Guide to the Game. (I implore you to check out her LANDWALKING CONTENT, it's quite Interesting!) What mostly sets Nyrita apart from other Chittrers, content aside, is the fact that she actively subverts the SOCIAL PARADIGM. Particularly, she undermines the idea that you’re meant to have one (⒈) partner per Quadrant along with the pressures that accompany it. She encourages you to ♥ WHO you want, WHEN you want, and really enjoy yourself beyond Obligation. Those societal pressures mean nix because they’re intangible to her (those rules ultimately are), and as it stands, she exists on an entirely different plane to Alternia. As a social actor, Nyrita answers to HERSELF ONLY, perhaps her partners to boot, but it falls ↓ to her wants. This is a thing of CONJECTURE, but I believe Nyrita suggestively posts and performs as a form of PATHOLOGICAL ESCAPISM. It’s easier to indulge in those desires than to engage with the nature of her Identity. She, evidently, grapples with the Dread and Stagnancy that comes from what I can assume to be the PRODUCTS OF THE GAME. It’s that Equilibrium that draws her to a life of HEDONISM, aiming for what gratifies her the most over all else. This was likely exacerbated by the Game. Getting Desensitized from SGRUB isn’t anything Out of The Ordinary, especially from a game that expects everything around you to Die before you Win. As an inherent DESTROYER of her aspect (Bard of Heart), it’s only anticipated to assume this mindset of movement and thrill-seeking, if only to ESCAPE FROM HERSELF. With that, you find that her greatest enemy is her APATHY; she harbors more of it than you’d Expect the Certified ♥rlady to. She’s been destroyed and rebuilt so many times that she’s been habituated to a Variety of topics and choices, death and violence included. Though infrequent, Nyrita is very much capable of causing Destruction in her wake, to FLIP ON A DIME from sweet and approachable to a FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH. When you pry beyond the surface, it’s revealed how much she struggles to get Intimate, to CARE to an extent most people yearn for. It leaves much to be Desired. You find this is most prevalent with her relationships. If you Take a Gander at the Diagram on the NEXT PAGE (Sternberg’s Triangle of ♥, which covers red romances to be exact), you’ll find that her relationships fall between PASSION AND INTIMACY, or FATUOUS ♥. In this context, PASSION is an intense, emotionally charged, and physically magnetic connection defined by deep desire and strong feelings, while COMMITMENT is the capacity to dedicate oneself (⒈self) to a partner. INTIMACY, however, is the connectedness and proximity of a relationship, which may become difficult to achieve in relationships that likely take root in coital pleasures as a REQUISITE. Nyrita is used to the Tommy-rapidfire Lust without emotions of a Fling on the Wipely. To a large extent, these relationships are considered ‘PURE’, in which they only exist so each partner can Squeeze as many benefits from them as possible. Things fall apart when they begin to Lose that NOVELTY, perhaps revealing additional facets to Nyrita that she tries to bottle ↑. This is an issue in the pursuit of forging meaningful relationships, not necessarily because she doesn’t WANT to pursue any Connection, but because it can become taxing to. Overcoming her apathy to achieve this intimacy is among her greatest challenges. She’s ↑ in arms with the definitions of her own CLASS, inherently destructive in nature. Ultimately, she is trying to put the effort in to feel like a PERSON, to be more than a Destroyer. But is it enough for *her*? TA-DA, the part where I 🗨 about you TO you! I think what’s important is that you are trying to forge those meaningful relationships, you’re trying to give things PURPOSE. You’re trying to give yourself purpose amidst this. You know you can’t reverse the clock and fix what you have broken, the things that BROKE around you, but you push forward anyway. The progress has been evident, but is it really healthy to cope this way? Have you ever sat ↓, REALLY sat ↓, to reflect on WHO YOU ARE? To relegate yourself to Your Girl, Nyrita denies you the → to be simply Nyrita Surname. And you deserve to be more than this. So are you truly happy where you are? As far as I can tell, you're CERTAINLY HAPPY, PLEASURED, and yet you still have some things to work out. Feelings and Sensations are Temporary. Identity, changing, lasts forever. But the best part among all of this is that you won’t have to do this Alone. PLEASE SEE: STERNBERG’S TRIANGLE OF ♥ THEORY, THE ‘PURE RELATIONSHIP’, APATHY/INDIFFERENCE, HABITUAL DESENSITIZATION, ♥ VS. LUST, INTERCOURSE AS A WAY TO AVOID TRAUMA, EVASIVE MANEUVERING, 🗨 THERAPY. (CLASSPECT: BARD OF HEART! https://file.garden/aZrbEVKh⒊wfTGmpc/coolchat.gif Shadows and Mirrors her ASPECT. Has made most of the progress required to best the Bard’s Plight. Trying to feel something in the grand scheme of a world that has come crashing ↓ far too many times, waging a war against her own indifference. This is the easiest way to do so.) https://file.garden/aZrbEVKh⒊wfTGmpc/meow.png Wowie Zowie. SO YEAH, GIVE NYRITA A FOLLOW, AND I’LL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE (⒈)! #gandertag #sorrynyrita #ilikeyou #nyritaneedsahug #wowiezowie
Here's a LIST of Handsome (H&some) and Adorable Things: - My Matesprit - Also My Matesprit - Did I mention my Matesprit yet, this is Really Important! - The sound of my Matesprit's Voice - My Matesprit being Charming and Irresistible, which is Always
They said the Heat's out here Stroking People...? Um?
This is how it feels when your Random Bull[HONK] Post gets caught between two (⒉) Hornyposts.
Wish i was in yoour trenches vroo 💙
I'd like you guys to meet Crimson Red.
If you're Reading This, you've been inflicted with Happiness. Now clap your hands.
Oh, three (⒊) likes isn't A Lot? Imagine three Tomatoes In Your Mouth.
Alternia is NOT a good Entry Planet for someone (⒈) just getting into Being Alive.
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒋⒋ — @jovialMerryment Vanity Kerfuf MOTHER[HONK]ING WARNING: This Creature Meetcha will Feature discussions of #mirthfulfaith, #religion, #abitofsubstances, #violence, #taxohemonalysis, #cognitivebiases(?) #maybe, and #CLOWNS. Don’t like clowns…? *gulp!* I warn you not to look ↓, because there’s a Really Scary One (⒈) at the bottom of this Post. Rhyming time, don’t call it a Crime And if you do, don’t blame the Mime I’m not a mime, but I sure can Try ……………………………… (This Is Me Trying) (OK this sucks I’ll stop) Believe it or not, this is my FIRST (⒈st) ever time analyzing someone of the MIRTH. I’ve got QUITE a bit to say, so let’s get → to business. Let’s Take A Gander at Vanity Kerfuf! (CROWD CHEER!) (CROWD HONK) (CROWD GLUB) (CROWD GLUBHONK) Vanity is an eccentric and curious troll who’s quite different from what you’d expect from your High-Pillow ↑pity Schm↑pity Nobleblood Glareotype. By this, I mean Vanity is unabashedly a FOLLOWER OF THE MIRTH, a typically Purple occurrence, though it isn’t uncommon to see. Rather than completely forgoing the traits of her VIOLET BLOOD, she’s engaged in a curious kind of CASTE SYNCRETISM, merging both cultures into something she proudly calls her own. The clownfish variant, as she calls it. Vanity is joyful, outgoing, and active in her Clownmmunity, glubhonking (double dipping) her way through Living Life to the Fullest—even if she Knows it’s Bound to End. More on this SHORTLY. But first, a sudden ← turn? This’ll make more sense in a bit, I promise. Rhyming is a tool used to add emotional depth and memorability to our writing. In laytroll’s terms, rhymes scratch that itch in our pans. It makes you say “oh YEAH, those sound/look REALLY NICE TOGETHER——I’m excited, more, please!” But if you want to get NERDY BIRDY about it, rhymes reveal the integration of visual/aural cues in our reward and emotion circuits: when we SEE a rhyme, we receive a small jolt of dopamine! This actually rings true in music cognition as well——anticipated chord resolutions often give us a CHILL OF CONTENTMENT, significantly reduces activity in areas of the pan that cause conflict and discomfort, and again, BOOSTS THAT DOPAMINE. Vanity likely uses RHYMES in her cadence to elicit satisfaction from a LOCAL SOURCE, the simple joy in using rhymes aside. Her choice of faith despite her uncommon caste connotes a level of AUTONOMY, a decision to assume the faith rather than being indoctrinated into it under cultural NORMS. Conversion in itself is a rather gradual process that’s forged under many social and cultural interactions. A BIT OF CONJECTURE HERE, but Vanity had likely experienced a CRISIS before turning to Subjuggulatorism. (I find it hard to believe she was brought ↑ in the faith——demographic statistics say it’s UNLIKELY.) Religion fulfills the innermost needs of the person, ↑holding a sense of EQUILIBRIUM in the mind. This pursuit of mirth works in tandem with a search for PURPOSE (i.e. questing), for a way to quell the rowdy mind and bring substance to existence. That is to say, Vanity has likely picked the subjuggulator faith to satisfy those unconscious desires. Vanity is unafraid to express (or, well, IMPLY) her Violent Actions. If we Take A Gander at our SOCIETY, this isn’t NECESSARILY NEW, but violence under the faith is viewed in a DIFFERENT LIGHT. The core of our MIRTH views violence like an art, a carriage of duty, than a robbery of a life. Like bringing a paintbrush to a canvas, the weapon is an agent of illustration, too; each death unto the troll is just a proclamation of a Faith, a message to the Messiahs. This can be said about her active use of SUBSTANCES, invoking Vividly Disoriented Spinning Sensations just to feel closer to her religion. Aside from the DESENSITISATION brought from living so brutally, Vanity’s levity has relegated her to just this——OBEYING FAITH AND STAYING PIOUS. Allowing faith to consume every step of your life is a Class Phenomenon, snowballing into a numbness, arguably, as your contact with reality is reduced to following rules and spreading the word of the saints. I wouldn’t want to FOIST DIAGNOSES ON PEOPLE, but participation to the point where it SATURATES YOUR PUBLIC *AND* PRIVATE LIFE is something that should be Ruminated On. As we take a look at her HABITS AND BEHAVIORS, we find that all of these traits are a deliberate hijacking of one’s reward system, a way to accessibly and quickly feel JOY. Obviously this isn’t exclusive to Vanity alone, but there’s a sort of indulgence you can’t help but ignore, especially as it floods every Syntax and Semantic. Without this constant pursuit, only DEATH remains. She knows her place in the GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS: an artisan of death and a courier of a greater message. Moreover, VANITY KNOWS SHE WON’T LIVE FOREVER. She longs to die in a Beautiful Way and join the Dark Carnival with open arms, singing her eventual undoing like the greatest Honor of All. It’s safe to say that Vanity actively engages in HEDONISM, that need to keep the mind busy, if only to create meaning in who she is on the inside. This even boils ↓ to her choice of RHYMES to bring joy to her very cadence——it’s a way to forge pith in the person. Though it’s hard to notice at first, Vanity struggles with the IMPETUS OF HER BEING. Finding a reason to live is what we all grapple with regardless of where you stand. To the Brain Gamers, we’d fit her view on life and death into an APPROACH FRAMEWORK category, a more accepting way of looking at your self-schema, your mortality (though the latter is, again, fueled by religious overconsumption). Yay! The part where I 🗨 ABOUT YOU, TO YOU: you look to be doing well enough on your own. I’m HAPPY FOR YOU! As far as I can tell, you’re doing EVERYTHING ✓✓✓. But beyond this, what IS a Vanity (Proper Noun)? You are Jovial, you are Merry, and you pull all the stops to follow the Faith. Who are you when the lights are shut off, when the people aren’t watching you? These are a co↑le of LOADED QUESTIONS, so take your time to unwind and THINK ABOUT IT. You’re quite an interesting Specimen, though. I’d have to keep my Bulb on you. *wink!* (CROWD WOW!) PLEASE SEE: HEMOSYNCRETISM*, THE PSYCHOLOGY OF RELIGION, RELIGION AS A SOCIAL INSTITUTION, RAMBO’S INTEGRATIVE MODEL (& accompanying theories), THE PSYCHOLOGY OF SUBSTANCE USE/ADDICTION, APPROACH ACCEPTANCE TO MORTALITY (Psychological Framework), RECONSTRUCTION OF THE SELF-SCHEMA, DESTRUCTION OF THE SELF-SCHEMA(?) (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: WITCH OF BLOOD? Bends the rules of her own blood, CASTE OR OTHERWISE. Spontaneous and untethered. Artistic in every direction of life. Lives by her own rules and seeks to enjoy herself. We all live on Borrowed Time, so enjoy it while it lasts!) SOOO. YEAH. BE SURE TO FOLLOW VANITY, AND I’LL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag #glubhonk #glub #honk #hi
Eminem as a Seadweller: My name is Swim Shady
Hi, all! These are #closed again. YAY! #gandertag ← ← ← for a general reference of the Stuff I Make! If it's caught your bulb, then keep one (⒈) out! What I SAY is only an extraneous observation of what your DEMEANOR and 'THEMES' might say about your psychology. Or at least, how MUCH can be said about you from a guy checking your virtual profile. Do also be aware that my analysis might not be ENTIRELY ACCURATE——after all, I only ✎ what I can see! (You will also be CLASSPECTED to the Best Of My Ability.) Thank you all for s↑porting my little hobby. B:o]
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒋⒊ — @ambivalentGangsta Lorn Ryder Lorn Ryder. … Bottom Text. That’s it! That’s the Intro! You’re welcome, Folks. Crimedoers. Crimenotdoers. Destroyers. People, horned and not horned. Hummus and Trolns. (What) Anywhomst’nt’ve, Let’s Take A Gander at Lorn Ryder! (CROWD CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) (That’s a lot of Exclamation Marks) (A Hundred Caegars to whoever counts them All!) Lorn is a people person. An OUTWARD AND HUMOROUS PERSON at that. They hold a lax, friendly and collected attitude, often unshaken by the whims of others. She is infinitely patient with everybody, a vital emotional regulator and a soft skill as… *gulp*, a ⒎/⒈⒈ worker. (My condolences for having a job. I’m a Chud-in-Training.) She has a hardworking attitude and knows how to work with people in general. After all, Lorn has experienced worse than being yelled at by some grumpy old coot. (This isn’t necessarily EXPRESSED in her platform, but—you just know, You Know? You played The Game. That Changes People!) Her posts are a constant response to the algorithm and friends alike, extending his questions and ventures for a GREATER AUDIENCE. A Classic Refrain——don’t forget to take your meds; does anyone (⒈) want something from the Store? This GENRE OF PEOPLE is what I like to call the Comfort Conduits: people who absorb and reflect the care they are given. And, in a different sort of light, Lorn is capable of responding FLIPPANTLY, perhaps POINTEDLY (see: Literally Every Interaction With Lord English). Caring about people comes as easily as breathing to him, a constant in those BOUND BY SPACE, but this shows to be a curiosity in her case. More on this shortly. So as we all know, kindness is the easiest way to engage and connect with people on a social platform. The need for social approval in a space where it’s hard to be recognized for who they are. Lorn is naturally attuned to the feelings of others, but this sort of continual altruism can be costly to the actor. What does it mean to proffer a helping hand without expecting a reward? This is where I hope I don’t perturb you, reader: ALTRUISM IS, IN TRUTH, A SOCIAL CONTRONYM. Every altruistic act is in a way a selfish act, given that the social actor—Lorn, in this case—works in their own interests, experiencing her world in the way that he wants to. Like all of us, we desire control over our situation, and even without the intention to, we subsequently shape the people around us. This fosters a feedback loop: consolidating our image, ushering interactions from people, and shifting how you pose in the metaphorical mirror. It’s a constant response to our algorithm. The algorithm rewards toxicity in the same way it rewards positivity, and Lorn takes advantage of this, though this isn’t done entirely consciously. THIS IS THE FURTHEST THING FROM UNHEALTHINESS, for the record! And I don’t MEAN TO DEMEAN ALTRUISM, but these are necessary angles to understand selflessness and how to make the most of it. But what about Lorn, the person? Moreover, the person disambiguated from their acts of service? The branching attitude from self to others is CENTRAL TO HIS IDENTITY—this is the best way to feel like a person, or at least the easiest way——but what about her alone? Maybe there is an okayness in being Just Lorn, a disinterest in being a person that isn’t tenderly watching over the people they care about. Situating oneself in the interests of other people—-his closest approximation of what they want/need—-is not only out of fascination but an ease in understanding them over herself. After all, it isn’t easy to describe yourself when you’ve nestled yourself in a CONCEPTUAL LIMBO. Unflappability coincides with working a job, a slow avenue to death, but also a way of keeping his mind off things as a whole. Arguably this aligns with their painstaking attitude to work, picking ↑ the pace and slack where others are falling behind. It’s tiring, but it’s OK in the end. Because if it isn’t, that’s when things FALL APART. This is where I believe their aspect comes into play to reveal the format of her SELF-SCHEMA. The plight of the Bard is that they shadow their opposite aspect, which obfuscates the self more than anything else. Destroyer classes struggle with this sort of SELF-CONCEPTUALIZATION. What I find most peculiar is how Lorn manages to balance both TIME and SPACE as elements to her identity, rather than one (⒈) being a shell to the other. (I guess this is where the ambivalence comes from, LOL!) Lorn has permitted the destruction of space, but this appears to usher in a fount of OPPORTUNITY than RAVAGE. As a person and as a concept, Lorn doesn’t wear Time like a carapace to break out of but a second skin. The repeating theme of Just Doing His Part reflects their spatial awareness, having everything in its → place while also working actively to keep things that way. What does this mean to you? BEHOLD! The part where I 🗨 about YOU, to YOU (I hope): so, you care A LOT, LOT *LOT* about people. We’re all defined by these meaningful interactions. It envelops a major part of your SELFHOOD, but there are times where you use it to obscure than embrace. I hope you’re not taking a crowdmember seat in the Peanut Gallery of your own life. There’s a reason why you have destroyed, and that (I believe) boils ↓ to the way you were brought. (It’s not in my place to say much on this aspect, but I know someone (⒈) who has been indoctrinated at youth when I see one.) Don’t fear the destruction you have brought/will bring. Not like I think you don’t! It’s meant to be a good thing, a weapon of change, a Space you must first Break to then Discover. You know, kind of like a Geode, LOL. In the end, ensure you find yourself in the spaces you build to shelter people. And for Pete’s Sake, PLEASE take your own advice! (I don’t even know a Pete——naming other people shows how Earnest I’m being!) SEE ALSO: SOLOMON’S PARADOX, SOCIAL CONDITIONING/SOCIAL ROLE THEORY, THE ‘REWARD’ OF ALTRUISM, ALTRUISM AS A WHOLE, EMPATHY, PROSOCIAL MOTIVATION. (CLASSPECT: BARD OF SPACE! Beckons destruction of space. Patience incarnate. Lorn is doing their best to keep this palatable to your digital tastebuds. ♥ yourself the way you ♥ others. I’ve said enough.) Lorn Ryder. The Person. The Myth. The Legend. FOLLOW HIM!!! I’ll see you in the NEXT ONE (⒈)! #gandertag #food #thepolicyofinteraction #chicken #thebard #born #altruistictendencies
Mm. Thank you. I am working on improving the situation but it is slow going. Have a nice night.
publishing to the jury: flamingo's g+er into the g+ers of chittr publishing to the jury: part 1 --- @televisedAviamor disclaimer: (i do not plan to cover the other g+ers on here. the "part 1" is purely cosmetic) sidebar: this is the part where you do a funny little skit, right? like a st+-up routine. i don't really think that's the fun part so i'm just gonna say "point of order: what's the deal with dream bubble food" + leave it there sidebar: ok i lied i do actually want to do an introduction before i get started. hi, g+er. i have a lot of time on my prongs. + if the other g+er's gonna blow up your spot about the whole panchip thing then i also want a turn. you're a weird little dude + i think we should all take a second to really turn the magnifying glass around, so to speak publishing to the jury: without further ado, let's take a g+er at g+er grimzl. (crowd reacts) publishing to the jury: just gonna say it again: g+er's a weird little dude. i've met several of him around the dream bubbles at this point + i think i've got a pretty good idea of his neuroses by now. like for all that he tries to deflect in conversation he will just answer your questions generally (+ i would like to think i am also pretty observant, where it counts) publishing to the jury: so to get into all that he's fundamentally just a very passive person. part of that is due to the literal chip in his pan that makes him physically incapable of experiencing rage or fighting back in literally any way (did you, the reader, know about that? isn't it wild?) + part of that is due to him just liking to keep an eye on stuff. dude got all the spotlight he could h+le back when he was hosting his "host of shows" + when it was violently ripped away from him (long story) he decided to just. step back from it all. so in the metaphor of stage + whatnot (or film set, as the case may be, but i'm ignoring that for the sake of my metaphor) he's making himself comfortable in a box seat. regular ol' phantasm of the opera over here lol point of order: except instead of murdering + shit he's just, like, knitting + baking + drawing. the picture of a domesticity, really, like total hivesprit mode. oh + also like the phantasm of the opera he's skulking the goings-on of the metaphorical operahouse pretty obsessively. i like this metaphor more + more. publishing to the jury: anyways to really dig into that obsessiveness part like. g+er's kind of a stalker, right? weird to use that word for him since he's generally such a sweetie but. it's not just for the sake of writing psychoanalyses that he reads through all of somebody's profile, or tracks down identifying information off-site, or writes notes on everyone he interacts with + genuinely gets weirdly fixated on people. it's just how he relates to the world. he's very thoroughly distanced himself from society writ large but longs for connection anyway, you know? point of order: + by connection, i don't just mean being a part of other people's lives on his own terms, lurking amiably, the guy in the corner at a party just holding a drink while everyone else dances. i mean like metaphorically* crawling into someone else's skin + living there. this sort of dissecting + categorizing of every little thing about somebody is a generally well-intended impulse but it's not a selfless one at all disclaimer: *i met a version who took this more literally. lol point of order: when he does actually talk to people, either in a real conversation (rare) or when he's presenting to the class, he is asking you to love him. + he has already braced for you to refuse. there's always assurances ready in his back pocket that, however cruel or callous you'd care to be to him, he doesn't mind. point of order: that's a bit of a recurring theme. he can't mind. he can be hurt but he can't fucking do anything about it, including dislike you for hurting him. publishing to the jury: so what we have here is a guy who, aside from voyeuristic tendencies (unrelated to pailing, in that context he prefers getting directly bossed around), just wants to make other people happy. he's a veritable font of almost unconditional affection. + in a lot of ways, that's a coping mechanism he's had to develop after the chip thing: fight's out of the question, so he has to pick between flight, freeze, or fawn. fawning is the easiest + safest option he has. publishing to the jury: + insomuch as he likes people (for lack of a better option, maybe, but not insincerely) part of distancing himself from everything includes trying to present himself as a mascot rather than a person. to follow-up on the "he is asking you to love him. + he has already braced for you to refuse" thing, he doesn't *actually* want you to look at the man behind the curtain. maybe that's a self esteem thing, maybe that's a lack of trust thing, probably a bit of both lol. publishing to the jury: he's a seer of heart, by the way. godtier versions of him that i've met get kind of weird ᴹBP closing statement: maybe there's a way to tie all this together: "he's obsessed with other people", "he's shy", "he wants to be loved", "there is a chip in his pan that physically prevents him from experiencing rage or doing anything to protect himself", "he's nice, but what's the alternative" , etc. there's some kind of thesis to connect these points. iunno closing statement: this is where he usually ends things by addressing the person directly with some bit of advice about how to be more mentally healthy or whatever. sure. hi again, g+er. we're not birds of a feather, exactly, but you're neat anyway i guess. don't forget that there's some people out there who really do care about you, g+er grimzl, + not just the dorkass silly goose persona you want people to see. if you wanna live happily ever after you need to get comfortable with people giving a shit about you for real, + put your strutpod down a little harder when they don't. closing statement: also, this is where you'd usually promote the subject of the post + ask everyone to follow them. i think most of the people reading this to the end already know you, + are probably following you, so instead i'm going to ask everyone to try + engage with you as a person. + pay just a little bit more attention to your whole deal beyond the superficial facade + willingness to churn out flattering reflections of them by the gogdamn dozen. anyways that's @televisedAviamor folks he's a weird little dude who's gotten up to some truly crazy shit + i think more people should acknowledge that. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/d3dde8e14800.gif
I used to Preen from Constant Attention. Nowanights if I don't get my Weird Alone Time I will explode and it'll be Everyone's (⒈'s) fault.
(( Mind if i sit right here? Show you Xen's ancestor? No? You dont want to see? TOO DAMN BAD. Here he is. In all his awful glory. The Affluent. The bastard who was known for being rich (and a supporter of the fascist alternian "government"...) He did nothing be be generally awful and steal from the lower castes all while supporting the dictatorship because it benefitted him. He believed that if he's a highblood, that means he deserves, NO, is owed a comfortable life filled with riches and beauty. https://file.garden/aKkRsLq5LD-L0rFq/theAffluent.png
.) I dQn't think there's really, like, any cQmfQrt in remaining miserable, sQ I pick change! It might be painful, but yQu might alsQ find, like, sQmething new and wQnderful! ))
No, i just said some dumb shit and my fingers typed it out too fast for me to reconsider how stupid that was. The pain of change is always worth it.
ch♤nge i think. it h♤s been done before.
It was called a Jumpoline until You came along.
Height Check! How tall are you people in my Palmhusk?
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒋⒉ — @quadraticAutomatic Fours (⒋s) I’ve done it! I’ve bested the terrible blight of ✎R’S BLOCK… *looks at calendar* *it’s been like two (⒉) wipes I think* [HONK]!! (CROWD SOBBING) Hello Folks, Gamers, Gagglegang, etcetera etcetera. Sorry for sitting on my Rump doing nothing but Chitting stuff like a… blegh….. Person… BUT I am happy to say I am BACK and Ready to YAP. (If you see me slacking off again, you have the → to scream at me in my comments.) Anywhom, without further ado, let’s Take A Gander at Fours (⒋s)! (CROWD CHEER!) (CROWD WAVING) (CROWD WAVING WITH THEIR SECOND PRONG) (CROWD WAVING WITH THEIR THIRD PRONG) (CROWD WAVING WITH THEIR Wait A Second We Don’t Have Four Prongs) (Where did the Third) (What?) Fours (⒋s) is learning how to live. Her posts, from the beginning, tell a STORY of learning and growing into her anatomy of a Troll. She is kind, albeit socially awkward (maladroit), and she is trying her best to acclimate to the OUTSIDE WORLD. They are working to OVERCOME their fears and their words, often lacking the diction to describe what they want/feel/need. Namely, she has been working steadily at a diary to practice expressing those feelings and reducing the mental clutter swamping her mind. She keeps ↑ a stable system, Chitting to PRACTICE SOCIAL BEHAVIORS, and constantly stepping out of her comfort zone to 🗨 to all the friends she’s made. There’s even a BADGE in their honor. (Between you, me, and the reader, she is far more Active than I am. *coughs into closed prong*) As always, the Investigative Factor of psychoanalysis requires us to discuss the ROOT of the mind, and in Fours’ case, it isn’t a secret that they were raised in a lab. In fact, it looms over Every Aspect of her well-being, robbing her sense of agency. The experiments she had to endure came with rewards that seem MUNDANE to your typical laystroll, setting the pavement for the general social ineptitude Fours (⒋s) is tasked to overcome in order to achieve their goal of self-sufficiency. Fours (⒋s) has been infantilized to incapacity, fostered not only by the doctors who raised/experimented on her but also the people she interacts with. The act of infantilisation itself is rooted in a need for control and power, but also a desire to keep the infantilized ‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘SAFE’’’’’’’’, heavy on the quotation marks. That doesn’t necessarily make it OK——it’s condescending at face value and destructive in the Long Run——but it creates a centre of INTEREST regarding the casual patronizing Fours (⒋s) may experience on a night-to-night basis. As a consequence of this treatment, Fours doubts the decisions she makes and struggles heavily with (socially-aligned) individuality. A visible fear takes mount on her when stepping from her comfort zone, a given Given Her Newfound sense of CHOICE, which prompts her to look to the lives of others to figure out what to do with hers. The continual undermining of independence has ← them in a state of RELIANCE, leaning on others to guide them through the pitfalls of living——the most prominent feature of her FALLOUT. The nature of her relationships almost always becomes a protector-protected dynamic, not so much CODEPENDENCY as it is a promise to teach her how to act. With this comes a learned vulnerability, a QUASINAIVETY to the whims of others. I surmise it isn’t GENUINE NAIVETY, but an incapacity to trust themself in picking the ✓✓✓ DECISION, causing bouts of paralysis. Despite being prone to being misled, there is a collective oath of HONESTY when it comes to Fours’ friends. No matter how easy it’d be to harm an unguided Fours, you find that everyone (⒈) makes an effort to give her an Online Hive to stay in, or at least understand them with the context they’ve provided. It’s a testament to COMMUNITY in the Chittr platform. Violent creatures we inherently are, a lot of us are more caring than we’d like to admit. That might be Propagander though. Above all else, Fours wants to be perceived for what they are: an adult living and managing an adult life. Somebody who still has the facilities regardless of the way she was raised. A tame purrbeast still has claws and teeth. She is more than capable of thinking for herself, and she’s still working off the training wheels. Both realities are VALID HERE (search ↑ Dialectical Behavior Therapy if you’re Interested!). Learning new things can be scary, but regardless of those fears, Fours continues to TRY AND TRY AGAIN, if only to create a statement: I am here, and I’m ready to live. Though the journey from A to B won’t be easy, Fours has already exerted themself to show they are full of fight, and kindness. This is coming from the troll who’s seen their FIRST EVER POST to COMPARE. She really has come a long way. You are allowed to be CURIOUS. You’re allowed to learn about the world at your age. You’re allowed to do things scared——this is far better than doing Nothing At All——and you have people who are ready to s↑port you when you ask for it. It’s OK to ask for help, and it’s OK to feel out of place. After all, nobody chooses how or when they’re ready to exist. You have all the time you need to discover who you are, what you want to do, and why you want to push forward. No matter how many people try to make sense of you, only YOU can define who you are. You are Fours, and you have always been the best version of yourself. I’m proud of you. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: TWO (⒉) OPTIONS: HEIR OF LIFE: Oriented in the Growth of Oneself (⒈). Inspires others to live for themselves. Fours is already a TESTAMENT TO LIFE ITSELF, with two (⒉) pushers that beat as (⒈), a soul fuller than ever. The challenge is to grow proper into the Role. You can’t grow without understanding what it’s made you. MAID OF HEART: Oriented in the Understanding of Oneself (⒈²). Initially relies on people to define their identity, their instincts stunted and confused for naivety. Eventually learns to create it for herself (and others! Her friends!) You can’t understand who you are without acknowledging how far you’ve come. I think if you played the game, you would simultaneously be a PROSPIT AND DERSE PLAYER, a phenomenon recognized especially among Goldblooded Players! Please don’t actually play Sgrub, though.) Follow Fours… Or I’ll FIND YOU. And I’ll bake you a Cake. Or will I bake you INTO a cake? *licks…* #gandertag #fours! #pipipi #hikinglife #gloop #twopushersthatbeatasone
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📸 had a g[*o][*o]d time, but i didnt see bigstrutp[*o]d. here's a c[*o]ns[*o]lat[*o]ry #selfie.
You're on very Thick Ice with me. I ♥ you.
If I was Evil, could I do this? *morphs into a beautiful orb*
TERRIBLE NEWS: Hi
Hi all! For those of you waiting to get INTROSPECTED, I extend an Apology for taking a while. Things have been coming ↑ on my end, Good and Bad, and I've had my wings pretty busy! LOL. *sweats!* As this little Psychoseries progressed, I've been finding myself writing more words and placing more Time and Care into them. I used to ✎ about five hundred (⒌00) words on average, but now I'm getting awful close to Two Thousand! (⒉000). Admittedly, there are some People that I'd ♥ to reanalyze, if they'd let me (Casper and Mintyl, among others). And there are others that I look forward to seeing, in a Normal Member of Society Sort of Way. Since I'm NORMAL. Regardless, I'm glad that you've enjoyed what I could offer. (It brings me back to the Good Old Nights on TV!) Anyway. Don't be afraid to Let Me Know what ELSE you'd like to See from a guy like me! Thank you again! (CROWD CHEER!)
Goose Fact: Geese have independent control over each bulb. This adaptation allows them to sleep with one bulb open and rest only half of their pan at a time (known as Unihemispheric Sleep), allowing them to remain constantly alert for predators.
Can I come over and Study You? (I'll say "Let Me ✎ That ↓" whenever you do Literally Anything.)
We ATE her.
NEVER YUCK THE YUM ⧃F A MAN WH⧃ RELIES ⧃N HIS YUM
We need to ★t hunting ↓ and Biting Mosquitoes for REVENGE.
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒋⒈ — @tragicomedicDespot Tsarevna / Foremother of all Zalgo / The Witch of Doom / Her Highness / Judhri Ithaqa (if I can call you that) Look. The thrill of getting to psychoanalyze a GOD, ROYALTY, OR A ROYAL GOD never gets old. But I’m also Spooked EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I mean, can I just say what an HONOR it is to Psychoanalyze Her Highness!! HOWEVER, there are real, tangible CONSEQUENCES if I get it ✕✕✕! Can DOOM access a guy from a different universe?! I DON’T KNOW, MAN, I DON’T KNOW!!!! (CROWD PANIC) … Oh well! Let’s Take A Gander at Judhri Ithaqa! (CROWD CHEER!) (Kill ⒎ Billion Trolls) (Save None Of Them) (I’ll Call Her Tsarevna From Here On Out) (Maybe There’s a POETRY IN THAT?) Prefacing by saying it’s hard to call the ordeal a PSYCHOLOGICAL GOD COMPLEX because she is literally Playing God. It’s a LITERAL god complex. Just Keep That In Mind. When you look at the surface, you find it initially easy to fit Tsarevna into categories. She is a DESPOT, cruel and absolute, mothering an entire species of Zalgoid with an iron fist and an open palm. She is UNFEELING, looming above nearly all on Chittr (figuratively and literally) as an EMPRESS. And most of all, she is COMPLACENT, knowing she has gotten as far as she could, staying comfortably in her box for millennia. That much she knows about herself: this was the role she was always meant to play. As far as she knows, she is comfortable because she is IN CONTROL. More on this shortly. Tackling the cursory: SELF-IMAGE, in Tsarevna’s case, is an Unconscious Overcompensation for her (cold and petrified) wellbeing. Creating a grandiose front fools the laytroll (layzalgoid) into believing she is self-assured and INFALLIBLE. That is to say, Tsarevna has an almost DANGEROUS kind of confidence. It’s only a given when you’re in a block full of subjects who seek your guidance. You notice the fallout in the way she interacts with OTHER TROLLS, a realm she has little to no discretion over (beyond the POST AND EDIT BUTTON on her platform, of course). She can be condescending, quick to frustrate, and schismmongering as any show of weakness may allow someone (⒈) else to take advantage of her. Trying to shed this guise to reveal your vulnerability is one of Tsarevna’s worst fears. (Mistakes, even?) It’s easier to pretend to be cold and above than susceptible because vulnerability was what caused her situation to begin with. Tsarevna is a product of her own circumstances. To understand WHY, or even WHAT, you must dig for the root. A well-angled cross from old friends (especially an old ♥r) leads me to believe that she did not CHOOSE this path, but rather this path CHOSE her when all other routes withered and died. Fate that draws too close becomes entrenched in inevitability. The truth is that her comfort comes not from WHAT SHE HAS but WHAT SHE CLINGS (DESPERATELY) TO. She doesn’t want to lose more than she has already. She ✎s autobiographies that AREN’T entirely Autobiographies. They’re memories framed as such. They’re a skewed, reckless attempt to sate her loneliness, to keep an extinct tradition alive. More than that, they’re a reflection of her inner turmoil. Tsarevna has, in a way, reduced herself into that trauma. I think playing SGRUB does that to a person. It turns you into someone (⒈) unsightly because you HAD TO. The game rewards cruelty, sometimes even over the intended GROWTH. That is the scariest part of GOD-TIERING: when cast under a certain light, ascending doesn’t become an EVOLUTION OF THE SELF, but perpetual STAGNATION. Now this is all you’ll ever be. The limit has been reached, and it’s nearly impossible to grow from that. This was never MATURING but levelling ↑. You notice the nuance with Tsarevna because all attempts to remedy her session have been met with disappointment and the HORRORS. The core of it all was always moving in tandem with her. POWERLESSNESS; LOSING HER WORLD, THE ONE SHE WAS PROMISED, IN A GAME SHE NEVER WANTED TO PLAY. Maybe she has a → to be bitter, to go grimshark, or grow cruel. It was a TOTAL, ARRANT DESTRUCTION OF HOPE. (But closure begets understanding, not redemption.) She lost EVERYTHING, and in an attempt to manage her grief, she grew into her alignment, her blood, as a concerted mainstay to the bereaved ESSENCE of trollkind. Ultimately it isn’t her fault——she was brought under the expectations of an ENTIRE SOCIETY, and had that stripped away from her in one (⒈) cruel session. She rules with fear to cling to an intergenerational cycle. She currently perpetuates this over a species she abortively made in the image of trolls. It’s in her biology, mind, and her pusher. This sort of LEARNED HELPLESSNESS is what festered into her INDELIBLE GOD COMPLEX. The idea of losing all that you have ← leaves an unshakable fear in the unfeeling. Tsarevna was never impassive; it was that she had NO CHOICE. And maybe she never did in a world that asked too much from her. It’s all layers ↑on layers of coping mechanisms to accept her role and persona. The narrative denied you a good ending and it is endlessly obvious you’re not OK. After all, where’s the joy in being ✕ED? To be FORCED into this position? To BE the bad guy? Sure, you can pretend this is all fine, that you’re at peace with what happened, but you’re not. The wounds will keep reopening until you find an outlet. You’re harborsick with grief and unvoiced rage. I think, above all else, you need people to 🗨 to. People that weren’t forged from your being and have a bias. Maybe Chittr is the → place for that. But in the end, it’s your choice as the witch, manipulator of FATE, to choose whether you want to stay where you are. Is it truly too late? (CLASSPECT: WITCH OF DOOM! The class most rebellious by nature. Betrayed fate and doomed her session when her hand was forced. Villains are forged through the looking glass. When you’re the subject, you never realize the weight of your actions. A villain who does not know better would never call themself BAD. But Tsarevna knows who she is, and the consequences of everything lay bare in her mind, a painful reminder that maybe she may always be alone with (physical/figurative) fragments of her identity. Doom was always Space’s poorest assistant.) Honestly, we should all strike a conversation with her to keep her company. She sounds like she needs it. Thank you guys for READING, and I’ll SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag #aqueen! #awarriorqueen #zalgo #zalgoid #layers #of #grief
The Beauty Of A Devious Wit Is That It Is Naturally Duplicitous In Form; As When Weaving The Textile Of Literary Comedy Onto A Mass That Deign Read About It, The Deception In Of Itself Is Woven Into The Humor Of The Situation And Bends Surreality And Post-Modern Thought Modes In A Subtle Way That Encourages The Boxing-In Of Modes Of Thought That Are Trapped In The Context Theyre Made In Thus I Encourage And Beseech Onto You All: Lie More On The Internet
Don't forget to take your meds and drink water! And if you need to refill your meds, do that too. Put in that order or refill your pill boxes, whichever needs doing. And remember: Your friends don't hate you, you're just getting tired.
"Comparison is the Thief of Joy" is a good quote, but I've Heard Better.
FORGET THAT YOU WILL DIE. INSTEAD, REMEMBER THAT YOU LIVE.
Just goes to show that being a woman really was Vriska's best quality. #vague
tHIS IS, sO TRUE AND ACTUALLY, pRETTY DEEP, wHEN YOU TH1NK ABOUT IT,
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒋0 — @raucousJabberer Wyatte Vhance WARNING!! Hi (#conjecture!) Tonight, I am Being A Man. I don’t know whether I LIKE OR DISLIKE THIS ARTWORK, but here it is, front and center, for your gaze. I thought of just telepathically spawning this in the mind of whoever reads this. (I can’t do that, but I wish!) The outfit was a work of CREATIVE LIBERTY ON MY END, but you must forgive me——I have a maximum of five (⒌) distinct outfits in my wardrobe. And one (⒈) of them is a giant goose costume. It’s not going to Look Great. But I digress! We haven’t even GOTTEN TO THE CHORUS (Psychoanalysis) YET! Yes, I said this JUST for the music pun. SO WHAT! It’s FUNNY!!! Anywhomst, let’s Take A Gander at Wyatte Vhance! (CROWD CHEER!!!) (Can I Get An Autograph) (He Said No) (She Said Yes) (They Said Maybe?) (Me Said Make ↑ Your Mind) Wyatte is lightpushered and fun, living for the party and seeking the THRILL irrespective of the shape this comes in. On the surface, he takes to Chittr like a public diary, sharing confection slices worth of his life in varying layers and HEALTHY doses of humor. His platform is extended for other peoples’ perusal, beckoning music makers and listeners alike to interact. Such is the WAY OF CHITTR, but a lot of these attempts are FRUITLESS. For someone (⒈) of Wyatte’s ilk, it takes a toll on you. He is a trying troll. He leads a life surrounded by music. His passion helps him get by in life. Research shows that music has the power to EMOTIONALLY REGULATE people, whether it’s listening to songs on your playlist or strumming/pressing/playing a co↑le EAR-PLEASING CHORDS. Making music itself is a non-pharmacological tool, paving the way for CATHARSIS and the release of dopamine, prompting that ‘FEEL GOOD’ sensation. Music, for Wyatte, can arguably serve as a safe space, whether this be making new albums as an Indie Artist or performing it to hear the cheers of other people. In some cases, it can even serve as a SOCIABILITY INDICATOR and ADAPTIVE COPING STRATEGY. The former is contingent on mood, as is everything else, but Wyatte uses music as an endeavor for CONNECTION. His greatest hobby is also his strongest bridge to other people. Ideally, the concept of music in one’s (⒈’s) life can be broadened into something MORE——noise. The pleasure of Activity: learning a new instrument, taking substances at a party, moving and moving until you are felled from exhaustion. Wyatte can’t live without it, without the presence of other people, his own music, because one’s (⒈’s) most disturbing company is the mind. It’s undeniable that Wyatte CRAVES that noise——any kind of stimulation, good or bad——because he struggles to regulate himself in times of solitude. Without proper reminder, he may go hours without tending to his needs. It’s inherently self-destructive, but times where he does so deliberately are seldom. Wyatte can’t help it. His wants OVERPOWER HIS NEEDS; there is little else that can emotionally regulate him. He wants to lay in the arms of other people as his mind doesn’t give him that safety. Wyatte chases CONTROL of his life. When you’re under the figuratiliteral limelight, everyone (⒈) is watching your every move. It becomes a stressor on one’s life. The feeling of being MADE to perform is sickening to him. That is to say, AGENCY is among the strongest ideals to him, where his choices are his own. But psychologically, agency can be separated into four (⒋) pillars: Intentionality (the want to do it), Forethought (contingency planning), Self-reactiveness (motivation to do it), and Self-reflection (evaluating yourself, your capacity). Wyatte carries intention in almost everything he does, or at least manages a pretence of such. But his biggest issue lies in the reliance of OTHER PEOPLE, which slowly diminishes this structure of agency. It becomes paradoxical, almost, to want to make your own decisions but struggle to operate on your own. However, he needs this CONNECTION to function, not because we are inherently social creatures, but because the hearth of his core is a dying fire. It is cold, and he is afraid. Wyatte enjoys being cared for by his s↑port system, being comforted as it’s the core to his safety. He may be CODEPENDENT on them. At his best, he is affectionate and dedicated, and at worst, he can be overbearing and high-maintenance. It’s not his fault. I’m not one (⒈) to place Diagnoses on People, especially since I am NOT CERTIFIED to do so, but these are telltale signs of (perhaps chronic) Depression, the subtlest form of suffering. Having depression for so long makes it blend into your life. At that point, it becomes difficult to distinguish true comfort from a prolonged spell of happiness. This behavior likely stems from a lack of proper care in his life or having one’s foundation lean dependently on other people’s. Your only sin is how deeply you ♥. I think you may have an ANXIOUS or FEARFUL ATTACHMENT TO PEOPLE, to LIFE OVERALL, and that’s COMPLETELY OK. There are times where you want to live until your pusher bursts, and others where you want to become nothing. A constant push and pull. You are ↑ in arms with yourself. All you need is patience, kindness to yourself, and allowing yourself to communicate with others. It’s obvious you are trekking the path to the BETTERMENT YOU SEEK, but please know that improvement is gradual, and sometimes too quiet to notice. Your posts show me you have been getting there: slowly, staggeringly, eventually. After all, the best songs die out repeating the main refrain. Healing never had a chorus. Healing never had a chorus. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: ROGUE OF TIME? Clings desperately to whatever/whoever he has. Dislikes idleness and feeling out of control. Fears inevitability and definitiveness. All things must come to an end and he may never be ready for that. But that brings all the more time to appreciate the present.) MAKE SURE TO LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE TO HE SAID SHE SAID WYATTE VHANCE, and I’ll SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! *cool outro plays* P.S. S↑PORT HE SAID SHE SAID. INDIE MUSICIANS DESERVE MORE ♥♥♥! #gandertag #blindpanic #ribbit
At a young age I always knew I wanted to grow ↑ and become some kind of insane person.
gander inssissted i sshould posst thiss photo of uss.. i don’t ussually posst sselfiess. me and my wonderful moirail! i wouldn’t trade him for anything elsse in the world. •:)
Guess what Beast I'd be you guys!
So long doesn't have to mean Goodbye. It could also be a compliment for a Snake. (Or an Eel. Wink! @abyssalAttachment)
(｡╯︵╰｡) It turns out there's a lot of mean people on the internet... (｡╯︵╰｡) People who scorn you, reject you, try to make you think your crush totally doesn't want you... (｡╯︵╰｡) But...But but but!!! ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆ Just like when you get a mean comment on your SlayO3 fics ♫ ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆ And just like when your lusus tells you to clean your room ♫ ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆ You just have to persevere!!! ♫ ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆ Fall back on your husbandos!!!! ♫ ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆ Live life and love!!! ♫
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Too much time. Too little time. Simultaneous symptoms.
horrorterrors really arennt all that bad, i thinnk theyre juust misuunnderstood.
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D--->Thinking about him again. #yearning #suggestive
i've po$ted a ¢arpenter bee before. here'$ a ¢arpenter ant
-> I Should Play Stardew Valley Aga- Hello = Your Total Is $64.99
MOTION TO ENTER EXHIBIT INTO EVIDENCE! this one is for [cz]: https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/69461b252333.png
I was kind of stretching like a Purrbeast but then I remembered I'm a Grown Man so I ★ted Punching a Wall.
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒊⒐ — @lovwerBoy Saturn (THE Saturn) WARNING: I’ve separated this post into two (⒉) sections. The latter will be entering some PRESUMPTUOUS TERRITORY, so heed the warning when it comes. You’ll KNOW when you see it. But what guy wouldn’t want to Hear More About Himself? Winking Emoticon! (B;o]) (No seriously please be careful) I think this guy’s platform cursed me with something because as I was writing this I could NOT stop humming The Smiths. Specifically THIS song: https://youtu.be/cJRP⒊LRcUFg Can you blame me? He PRACTICALLY exudes this energy! (Anything from Sade too. And The Long Faces. And, OK, you Get The Point.) Anyway, there’s a LOT to unpack here——that veritable (literal) WARNING SIGN of a badge should’ve given that away——so let’s Take A Gander at Saturn! (CROWD CHEER!) (CROWD CHEERS EVEN LOUDER) (Some guy says Hear Me Out) (We all nod in approval) i. SKIN TO SKIN OK. Let’s get one (⒈) thing straight. Saturn is Eccentric. He knows what he is, what he wants, and the means to get them. He is a SWEET-🗨ER, tongue coated in silver, and he knows his ways around a person. He is charmingly young at heart (pusher), because why pamper Life's Complexity when the leather runs smooth? A core ideal of his is a desire to abandon deep, complex thinking and simply enjoy the immediate, s↑erficial pleasures life brings to your doorstep. That is to say, he lives an indulgent life. It could be because it’s easier to LIVE ON THE SURFACE than dwell in the deep end. More on this shortly. He knows the → things to say and when to say them, well-versed in the craft of PEOPLE; a prefix: people-pleasing, people-pandering, people-makingthemfeellikehot[HONK]. But there are attempts for kindness in those dulcet tones. The difference is whether he truly FEELS FOR THEM. You can call that COGNITIVE Empathy, the capacity to take perspectives. It’s a league distinct from EMOTIONAL Empathy, the power to viscerally feel FOR people. That difference becomes obvious when you watch the nature of his relationships——they have a Limit until they become intrusive, until a person shows they’ve an AX TO GRIND, maybe. He HATES the feeling of people getting too close, so he brings his boundaries ↑. This is misconstrued as snappiness, frustration. In truth, it’s rehearsed. He’s trying to survive the only way he knows how to. And that means closing himself ↑ until you’re JUST SATURN and not the face the algorithm rewards for being so detested in the eyes (bulbs) of other people. He struggles to form connections that feel genuine. He can’t help but think everyone is HOLLOW, that people only act to get what they want, and that one (⒈) can never truly be genuine. A lot of this thinking stems from an EMOTIONAL DISCONNECT from other people——even himself. When people get too close, his mind is disturbed, overactive amygdala triggered, and he ★ts to push people away. Saturn wants to make his friendships and relationships MEAN SOMETHING, but the mismatch between the COGNITIVE AND EMOTIONAL makes it difficult to feel comfortable in the presence of vulnerability. On one (⒈) hand (prong), he knows he can never reciprocate the feelings others give to him, and on the other he does not want to because he cannot pour his trust in another again. People can be nice to him, and he can be nice back, but to expect anything more would be putting faith in ♥ he frankly cannot reciprocate. He’s afraid to trust, but that’s not his fault. WEEWOO WEEWOO ALARM! ALARM!! (CROWD SCREAM IN HORROR!) This next section discusses THE AFTERMATH OF CHILDHOOD TRAUMA. I don’t go into TOO much detail, but Please Peruse Carefully! Or scroll ↓ to the bottom to see my ✁e little guy blablablaing. (That’s me, if you even care.) ii. MIND THE HEART Saturn is deeply fragmented as a person. Burdened with an intense trauma that likely stems from the way he was raised, he struggles to grapple with his core identity. A chunk of his frustration comes from the fact that the question to who he is is one (⒈) that may never be satisfyingly answered. He is only flamboyant and playful because a part of him knows he’s hardly anybody without the stage lights shining ↓ on him. Everything you do online and in real life is a CONSCIOUS PERFORMANCE. The only reason why I know he has childhood trauma is because he posts about this online. (I could have gone without knowing how he ended ↑ this way. This is conjecture, but this behavior is likely rooted in a CRAVING FOR SYMPATHY. Many folks on the internet spill their hearts (pushers) out for that sake, but to go the extra mile to let people know your story, especially in Saturn’s case, is a pity plea. A part of Saturn WANTS people to know he has suffered, if only to bring them closure to WHY he’s like this way. Saturn reveals that unsightlyness, all the UGLY BITS, mainly to deter people. It’s a protective measure, going back to his ATTACHMENT AND TRUST ISSUES. No one (⒈) will deign to show their vulnerability if you showtell them you aren’t a great person, not even a good one, and that’s something Saturn uses to his advantage. Ultimately, the issue begins in the way he was raised. So I ask you, reader, what happens when your life is turned into a warzone? You split into millions of splinters. As a product of his ↑bringing, Saturn doesn’t like to be perceived as OLD. More than that, he loathes the idea of feeling paternal or being pushed into the position of a FATHER FIGURE. He can’t stand being in the same virtual airspace as a Dualscar because the one (⒈) that raised him destroyed his hope in the world. Even more, he HATES the idea of being associated with him. It’s why he clings to his Humanity like a lifeline. But it’d be TOO SIMPLE to belabour his Daddy Issues until we’ve reached the end of this psychofandango. The real problem here is one (⒈) of LABELS AND EXPECTATIONS. Saturn wants to be Saturn. He wants to define himself, but maturing was never the same as healing. The self-deprecation isn’t scrubbed away once you choose a new name and run as fast as you can from yourself. The very nature of his mind has been modelled after the ♥ he never received. He is a man suffering from indignity. He doesn’t try to hide this: the days have made him grow bitter. You notice layers ↑on layers of ANGER, not only because he’s been ✕ed so many times, but because he has no healthy outlet to express himself. His coping mechanisms, premised on frustration, unravel a deep, trembling, almost childlike fear. He cannot feel COMFORTABLE IN HIS SKIN because he was never given the opportunity to grow into it. This is the fallout from that. I’ll keep this short. I’ve already 🗨ed a lot, A LOT about things you’ve already come to terms with. You’re not JUST a son, you’re not JUST a wanderluster, a music entrepreneur, you’re not JUST a ♥rboy. But you’re not JUST SATURN, either. You are a collection of your experiences, your pain, your emotions, your intellect. Your self-schema is something to behold and clench your fists in simultaneity. You do a lot of thinking and self-reflection (as much as that viscerally irks you), but have you noticed how you’ve become the person who would have saved you? You’ve had your ↑s and ↓s in staggering epochs, but healing was never s↑posed to be linear. You keep going, not out of obligation, because the even the smallest part of you WANTS to live. Maybe it's out of spite, or out of WANT, but it amounts to something great. You’re allowed to live loud, messy, imperfectly, because that’s the gift of being human (slash troll). Please don’t forget you’re also allowed to ♥ and be ♥d, genuinely. It will take time, and patience, but this isn’t the end. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT(S): TWO (⒉) OPTIONS. BARD OF HOPE?: Saturn shadows RAGE. He is easy to frustrate, and even easier to perturb. His worldview has been skewed into believing this is all he could ever be. Allows others’ HOPES to be destroyed from the idea that he can’t be more than what they expect. This isn’t the end of his story, and bards aren’t bound to their destruction but their capacity to enable/stop it. THIEF OF HOPE?: Saturn reaps HOPE from the likes of others to satisfy a ravenous part of himself. Saturn is a product of his circumstances. He steals only because he has none to give. Craves the spotlight but doesn’t know how to healthily receive it. He is not a bad person, only a trying one. This isn’t the end of his story, and thieves aren’t bound to their cruelty but their tenuous ego.) Between you, me, and the reader, the only reason why I took so long to ✎ this was because I was too busy fanboying over him. PLEASE FOLLOW SATURN, and I’ll SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag #thesmiths #thischarmingman #freakingouttheneighborhood #coolbasshere #bassliketheinstrument #notthefish #okwhatever #honk