wnq-writers:

Starting over is not really over until you are convinced and surrender to what is over, otherwise it’s never over. Once you have admitted to your innermost self it’s over it’s time to love yourself and get to know who you are without the situation that was such a part of your life. Remember to not trust your first thought, but it’s the second that is a response to life now. Observe yourself not judge yourself and remain teachable. Groom yourself, take care of your diet, make your bed in the morning to start your day. Spend at least 5 minutes a day in prayer and or meditation. And lose yourself in helping others, anonymously if you can, even if it’s dropping off a can of corn to the food shelter, do it. After doing all this you now know and love the new you that’s started over, your picker is healed and healthy, you can see the flags now the good ones and the bad. Now you are close to whole again, not completely whole but close, leave room for your God in yourself and then you are full and your new life is a inside job a inside life.

Dom V. F. / coolio50-butter

sadhoc:

PTSD isn’t just flashbacks. while a lot of movies, books, games etc equate post traumatic stress disorder to having extremely vivid flashbacks in which one thinks the trauma is happening again, this is not the only symptom of PTSD, nor is it a requirement for having the disorder.

other symptoms of PTSD include

• problems sleeping
  
• nightmares 
• hypervigilance (constantly checking surroundings for safety, looking for any possible threat)
• being easily startled
• being emotionally numb or not experiencing joy
• seeing the world as a terrible place
• memory loss 
• trouble relating to others
• physiological or strong emotional reactions to reminders of trauma 
• intrusive thoughts about the trauma

(full list of criteria here)

flashbacks are not the be all and end all of PTSD. it’s a much more complex disorder than it’s portrayed in a lot of media, nor is it military exclusive. i hope this post can at least help educate some people beyond the incomplete and in some cases outright wrong information that a lot of people have.

i think what fascinates me (and this is something i was ranting to @aevicn about)? that noxus is essentially one of the more culturally diverse of the nations of runeterra… yes, this is so due to their expansionist methods and their continued interest in as much? but, riot paints a very interesting picture of it in one short paragraph:

“noxus is a powerful empire with a fearsome reputation. to those beyond its borders, noxus is brutal, expansionist and threatening, yet those who look beyond its warlike exterior see an unusually inclusive society, where the strengths and talents of its people are respected and cultivated. its people were once a fierce reaver culture until they stormed the ancient city that now lies at the heart of their empire. under threat from all sides, they aggressively took the fight to their enemies, pushing their borders outward with every passing year. this struggle for survival has made the noxians a deeply proud people who value strength above all, though that strength can manifest by many different means. anyone can rise to a position of power and respect within noxus if they display the necessary aptitude, regardless of social standing, background, homeland, or wealth.”  —   ( x )

even one of the concept art pieces on the universe hub is of three noxian people of seemingly different runeterran ethnicities titled ‘culturally inclusive’. 

i mean, no doubt — noxus indeed has it’s flaws for sure and the expansionism could easily prove to be it’s downfall in the long term, but it is canonically among the more culturally diverse nations in runeterra. there are things about it that are definitively and or inherently wrong or bad, it is by no means ‘good’ and certainly not perfect… but it has a lot of (growing and diverse) culture and it is probably one of the least internally prejudiced among the nations of runeterra when you look at riot’s own lore on this region.

i blame @aevicn for me dabbling more with the idea of bringing back my lux blog again…

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me: links @strategion
kris: LOUD NOISES

moralstrife:

PLEASE REMEMBER TUMBLR IS NOT PERFECT AND NEITHER AM I  —  sometimes i miss asks or tumblr ate them like a jerk. sometimes i miss replies or my activity page had a moment / derped and i can’t find it. sometimes i miss starters or perhaps just maybe my tag broke. sometimes i just have muse for some threads and not other ones. sometimes all i’m in the mood to do is lurk the dashboard. sometimes it’s that i’m just overwhelmed and there are too many asks or too many drafts and i just need some time… no matter which of these may be the situation? please never think i’m trying to be an asshole or that i’m ignoring you.

soarleader:

“shipping” is NOT only for romantic relationships.

you can ship as best friends.
you can ship as enemies.
you can ship as family.
you can ship as co-workers who only see each other once a week.
you can ship as employees who both hate their boss.

“shipping” means “relationship”.
a “ship” is the act of two people having a relationship.
humans have more relationships than just their romantic ones.

@caedisa​.  ( sc )

tension filled the space between them like a coming storm, though civility marked the air with some degree of caution on either side. in truth, riven had not expected to see someone such as katarina… not yet. in many ways, she wasn’t entirely prepared for this encounter — yet here they stood parallel forms, amber eyes locked with green. she wanted to fidget, or worse, to run ; to avoid ; to once again revel in the lazy ease of distance… but that would be further betrayal, that would be just another disservice.

      ❛ — i… katarina — ❜     words failed her ; lips purse, tongue locked away as though anything she might say would not and would never be enough… the woman before her had mourned her, had thought her dead ; her homeland had given tribute to her after the war in the wake of her supposed fall as they had no body to burn or bury — and yet, here she was: alive.