Lay waste to his pussy with torch and sword

SHANE HOLLANDER in HEATED RIVALRY ⏤ 1.02, “Olympians”

Rejection sensitivity dysphoria is the weirdest ADHD symptom ever. Like hello yes my weird brain chemistry manifests as Whiny Crybaby Disorder

btw this is not a universally agreed upon "symptom" of ADHD and I think many people would benefit from treating it as part & parcel of ADHD's broad, foundational trait: inability to do emotional regulation. A feeling of total rejection and terror at failure is a treatable and manageable issue. For me, I found it easier to manage once recognized that the reason I was having these reactions is that like many other emotional states, I couldn't "exit" an emotional state related to feelings of rejection once I was in it.

imo way too many people are going through life thinking they're just going to be sensitive to rejection for life because of how some people (not OP, but definitely plenty of ADHD influencers) talk about this "symptom." I don't think it's terribly productive that it gets constantly cordoned off as its own thing. like a lot of ADHD, while it sucks to have it shape your life up to the point you realize what it is, it is indeed possible to exposure therapy & DBT your way out of it.

signed: someone with ADHD who used to not be able to take critical feedback from anyone every and is now a freelancer and gets critical feedback three times before breakfast. still workin on it but it's very possible to go from "whiny crybaby disorder" to "mostly functional, if slightly sensitive ADHD adult"

I also think it's worth noting that rejection sensitive dysphoria is most parsimoniously interpreted as a trauma reaction—a learned response to a potential signals of social relationship deteriorating for reasons the ADHD person can't necessarily control. Social relationships are incredibly important to humans, and ADHD (especially undiagnosed and undisclosed) really sets us up to fail. This is especially true given that perceived social blame for stressful situations is a massive factor in transmuting stressful experiences into lasting trauma, and ADHDers are typically judged to be personally responsible for the failures that happen as a result of attentional, time awareness, or memory failures.

What conceptualizing RSD as a category of trauma response to social triggers does is allow us to treat it like any other trauma response. It pulls RSD out of the bioessentialist framework and into the realm of injuries that can be treated, learned associations that can be unlearned. It turns out that the same techniques that help with PTSD triggers, including the same damn meds (hi, clonidine), are effective for helping reduce RSD. (It also explains why RSD is also common in autistic people, who often have a similar history of social error and narratives of self blame, without requiring inherent neurological differences.)

It's a common kind of stress injury, basically. It's not Whiny Crybaby Disorder; it's more like shin splints. Getting better shoes for running, being careful about the ground you run on, and letting the splints heal properly can all help make shin splints go away when you've been running barefoot on concrete roads your whole life.

let's all say thank you to the ao3 volunteers who i hear are having A Week

101 #if verse haasbands would’ve been a better movie than the one about dotty dogs tbh.

this Kinktober I think ao3 users should celebrate being the only fanfic platform that’s censorship free and write the most freaky, perverted, diabolical smut they possibly can

Go forth!

I actually think Shane was popular. He was that kid who was really good at a popular sport and was vaguely nice to everyone and he's really attractive and that all goes a long way.

the notion that it is trauma that licenses #problematic content sets such a shitty and dangerous precedent that still puts creators in a position where they need to justify themselves. it burdens ppl into disclosing deeply personal details and trauma to defend/excuse/validate their output that in no universe are others entitled to, so i think ppl really need to let that go as the go-to defense for the inclusion of dark and taboo subject matter in fiction anyway, as much as they think it is a palatable and convincing argument

these things shouldnt be off-limits for anybody and we need to construct our arguments around that

#“nono guys its ok op can draw/write this horrible thing because theyre intrinsically damaged and will never be normal like us :)”

THIS IS THE OTHER THING!

ilya and shane laying beside each other making out and fucking themselves with dildos send post

posts that make me want to scream FUCK

'A popular fanfic author stopped updating her fic because she said that the stress of being constantly falsely accused of using AI was a witch hunt and it was destroying her mental health to the extent that she needed to take a break from writing, leading to multiple online discussions defending her and debates about AI accusations and how You Can't Really Tell So Leave Her Alone, and then someone realised that there were Claude coding artefacts in her fics and that it was a super pervasive problem in that particular fandom, proven definitively by looking at the source coding of each work on AO3, and she denied it for a bit but then ultimately admitted that oopsie, she had been using genAI all along, and then she deleted all of her fics off AO3 and people got mad because they were being denied access to their favourite fics, even though they now knew definitively that they were genAI slop, and then it turned out that she'd actually stopped updating the fic on AO3 in the first place because she'd been shopping it around to agents and editors as an original work with the serial numbers filed off, and she'd been in conversations with a publisher which ultimately got dropped because she'd lied to them about her AI use' oh cool, so we're in Hell, then

Can't wait to watch a 3 hour youtube video on whatever the fuck happened here in a year or so

All hail The Product. We love The Product. We live to consume The Product. The Product is sufficient. The Product is expedient. The Product fills our bellies just enough. We are never hungry with The Product. We are never thirsty with The Product. We do not have to think because we have The Product. We consume The Product but do not taste it. The Product has no taste and we do not need it. We want nothing because we have The Product. The Product keeps our eyes moving across the screen. The Product stops us from thinking about how The Product was created. The Product is everything. The Product is all there is. We need nothing but The Product. We need nothing but The Product. We need nothing but The Product.

uncle shane takes ruby and jade to a pwhl montreal game and obviously he ends up on the jumbatron and the crowd cheer and he smiles but he’s secretly so fucking pissed because he’s not the main attraction omg stop filming me can’t they see that #41 just scored her fourth hat trick of the season??

anyways jade and ruby have posters and banners made with glitter and pink markers and they get to meet the team afterwards and its the most fun ever!!!!

sometime in the final boston year shane climbs into ilya's lap on his big blue couch, kissing him, and ilya breaks the kiss for a moment to say, "ha—bad memories." and shane doesn't understand what he means for a moment, then remembers this position, this couch cushion, ilya's face as shane clambered off his legs and said I can't—I can't do this.

"oh god," shane says. he takes ilya's face in his hands and leans their foreheads together. "I'm—"

"no, don't apologise. it was joke. I shouldn't have said."

"no, I'm glad you did." shane skims his thumbs under ilya's eyes. "even if you've forgiven me for it, it doesn't mean the memories will just... go away." ilya hums, tilts his chin up to kiss shane softly. shane lets him, then pulls away to look him in the eye. "but I'm here now." and to illustrate this he presses himself down harder into ilya's lap. ilya fake-groans under his weight and shane grins, then softens again. he firms his grip on ilya's face. "I'm not going anywhere this time," he says clearly. "or ever again."

ilya's eyes get shiny so fast. he looks away from shane, hands moving over and squeezing shane's hips and thighs like he needs something to do with them. to let something out. "good," he says finally, and shane smiles, nods.

"good," he says. he smushes the tips of their noses together, which makes ilya smile and push back. "do you still wanna have sex here?"

"oh. yes." ilya nods, face suddenly serious. shane grins giddily. "I will not let this one thing stop me from enjoying my couch. mm? I will—how do you say—take it back."

"reclaim it." shane is laughing.

"yes, i will reclaim it. by making new memories." he gives shane a little shake. "with you."

"you're silly," shane says, already reaching for the waistband of ilya's sweats. "but that can definitely be arranged."