Third year Captain Nitori was bitchslapped by puberty. This is my HC and no one can tell me otherwise
LET ME DREAM OKAY
well the puberty didnt really happen but hey he’s captain now therefore I have the right to strip off my shirt and scream to the heavens ‘I FUCKING CALLED IT
What the heck Sam when did this get 12k notes you’re a precog now
A - If I’m in love.
B - Who the last person I talked to on the phone was.
C - How long it’s been since I’ve kissed.
D - If I have a preference for boys or girls.
E - How many holes I have in my ears.
F - Give me any options, like ‘hot or cold?’
G - The last person I said ‘I love you’ to.
H - The last person I hugged.
I - The last time I felt jealous, and why.
J - How old I am.
K- What my full name is.
L - If I have siblings.
M - If I forgive betrayal.
N - If you want to know how I treat my friends.
O - If I like my school.
P - What kind of music I like.
Q - What the last party I went to was, and when the next will be.
R - For me to tell 10 of my curiosities.
S - 2 habits.
T- 5 things I love unconditionally.
U - How many texts I send daily.
V - 3 big dreams.
W - An idol.
X - If I’ve done something I regret very much.
Y - If I like my town and why.
Z - Ask any question you want.
So the last time I saw my therapist she explained to me that gaslighting isn’t some nefarious master plot by the abuser to make the person believe they’re going insane, like tumblr or online resources make it seem
It can be simple and insidious. My mom used to pick fights with me and then when she was fired up would completely deny any of her wrong doing. She’d remember past arguments or her actions so differently, she’d insist “I never said that!” “I never did that!” Or when she couldn’t deny it pass the buck by saying things like “Why do you only remember the bad things, I remember all the bad things you’ve done but I don’t rub your face in them!”
The problem becomes not that you think you’re going crazy, it’s that all of your experiences are completely invalidated. That’s also gaslighting and it’s just as damaging. Even if it didn’t prompt a complete dramatic mental breakdown like the conventional definitions imply, it breaks you down over time and makes you second guess the way you interpret everything around you.
So that’s what I’ve been working on lately. Trying to understand that my emotions and experiences now are valid, correct, and no one is going to attack or belittle me for having my own interpretations of events and interactions with them, because the people I choose to surround myself with now don’t do that.
being an angry crier is the worst because people either feel bad for you or they think they won. like no. i’m gonna punch you in the jaw. i’m just crying i’ll still knock you down a peg.
The worst was when I’d get mad and start crying and then my mom would just mock me and say “oh here come the crocodile tears!” Like I was doing it on purpose to turn everyone against her