Erm ,,, Technically ? There's- Dormancy, For Sure, But Totally Being Gone ? I Know Abt Integration, But

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uhhmm question.. /nf

what do you think of non-traumagenic and/or non-disordered systems..? /lh

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i know it's a subject of lots of discourse in the community ,,, i don't think it's right to hate on anybody, or to tell anybody that their experience is invalid or false, it's just- different from what we're used to, yk ? something i also see a lot is ppl getting rlly upset bc "endogenic systems don't have trauma" or whatever- but they actually- *can* have trauma, and frequently *do* have trauma !! it's just not directly attached to how their system or headmates formed !! i think everyone has a right to their own experiences, but also that no one has a right to faking these kinds of things, yk ? but also, no one has a right to just claim out of the blue that someone is faking something based on their limited personal perception of what that someone releases onto social media, yeah ? it's hard sometimes to figure out that balance, how to sort the rotten from the ripe, yk ? but i think as long as everyone is loving and caring and listening, then it's going to be okay traumagenic systems have already been through enough, and endogenic systems likely have too—why do we need this added discourse based on how certain systems//headmates formed ?? some endogenic systems form from loneliness, which is sure painful, but it can be hard to tell if it qualifies as trauma, but that doesn't undermine the fact that there's other little guys in ur cranium now bopping around w u !!! i think everyone should just be nice, not fake disorders, and culture love and understanding :3 so ya !!

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i love her so much :')

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now I know why all the guys are simping for Sophie

EHELP ME- NO THEY WOULD SO FO THIS, U ARE COOCRECT ,,,

Do you think sometimes in their sleep OJ moves to close to Paper. and in a sleepy attempt to get away from this sudden cold temperature he forcefuly kicks OJ out of bed.

now that trump has tiktok, twitter, facebook and insta in his pocket, get ready for a massive wave of internet censorship. one of trump's greatest weapons has always been misinformation; it's going to become harder and harder to spread facts and criticism going forward. posts that aren't made invisible will be magically ignored by the algorithm. dissidents will have their accounts deleted and voices erased.

this is a suppression tactic. this is another stage of fascism.

version where Keefe agrees to stay in Jolies old room after Edaline offers. His eyes get misty when Sophie and her mom walk him in and help him get settled. He cries a little when they leave to let him change and get comfortable. He comes out in these human pajama pants and a black t-shirt and Sophie decides to focus on that and not his slightly red and puffy eyes.

They sit in the couch and Edaline brings them something sweet and a few more bottles of youth. Grady watches from the kitchen with soft, sad eyes.

He thanks her parents and apologizes for all the trouble he’s causing and they wave it away. They say things about how it’s not a problem and that they’re just happy he’s safe and back. He gets a little misty eyed again. After food and only slightly awkward silence, Grady mentions that they should definitely try to sleep. It’s late, and it’ll be easier to talk after some rest.

They go upstairs together and Sophie pushes past her anxiety and grabs his hand as they walk. Neither of them say anything, but he hugs her at the top of the stairs.

She wonders if it’s her awareness of his feelings for her, or if it’s her mutual ones, but she can’t find it in herself to be mad at him. Not when his face is buried in between her neck and shoulder, not when he holds her like he’s trying to make up for everything that happened, not when he stands in front of her looking like a boy. It hits her again that he’s not much older than her, and he’s still incredibly young be elven standards.

She’s sure she’ll be mad again in the morning, or even later tonight, but for now this quite comfort works. She is beyond relieved he’s home with her.

She walks with him to his room. She stands beside him as he gets in the bed and she flicks of the lights for him when she goes to leave.

He calls her. Asks her to stay. She immediately agrees.

She runs downstairs to tell her parents, her dad looks like he’s about to start a very uncomfortable lecture, but her mom cuts in after meeting her eyes and tells her she thinks it’s a great idea.

She runs back to her room to grab some pillows, Ella, and another blanket.

Keefe watches her walk into the room. He’s still laying where she left him, it makes her slightly less worried. His eyes are big, almost childish, and again she can’t help but think he’s just a boy. And he doesn’t deserve to feel like this. She’s mad, but not at him.

He stops her from setting up a spot on the floor near the bed. She’s confused. They fuss about it for a minute before he pulls back the blanket and just says, “please”.

She caves and brings herself to lie down next to him. He’s close, they can feel the heat off each other, and for the first time she’s glad he can’t sense her emotions as much.

They stay like that for a while, on their backs with their respected stuffed animals in their arms. It’s dark, her parents have gone to bed, and they’re both ignoring the quite sniffles coming from both sides of the bed.

After what seems like forever he rolls over to look at her. She turns her head to meet his eyes. “Turn that way” she says, and he does what she asks without question.

Carefully she turns toward his back. She’s anxious again, but confident that this is something they need. She places Ella behind her back and tentatively wraps her arms around Keefes waist.

He tenses for a bit, then let’s out a quite sob. He shakes in her hold for a while, but he never lets go of the grip on her hands.

When he does calm down, he brings their intertwined fingers up, and he presses the back of her hand to his face.

She can’t really call it a kiss, per say, but his skin is warm and his lips are definitely against her skin. She buries her face in his back, and their legs tangle below the fluffy comforter.

They sleep, after days of nightmares and restlessness, they sleep. It’s long, it’s not enough, but it’s peaceful because neither one of them dreams.

The next day will be hard, it’ll be full of hurt and tears and words that are going to sting, but right now, right now and everything that will happen after, it makes it all worth it.

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i love payjay how does oj even get his arms around paper idk i love them

searched #agere bc my boyfriend's regressed rn nd i feel like looking at sfw age regression content will help me interact with hyx better !!! pro: CUTE CUTE CUTE AUGH i rlly like this stuff it's making me- oh- con: it's making me want to age regress RLLY RLLY BAD but- i don't- rlly have a safespace :( plus i've- never age regressed before (i think-), nd i don't know if i'd b valid bc i dunno which age i'd regress to nd everybody seems 2 know that :( man this is just like how i wish i could leave front, but i don't seem to be able to- it's the paranoia, man, it doesn't let me do anything :((((