Mental health club!

[Existential]

4 minutes ago, Clinically insane said:

*RUNS IN*

what season we on!!!!!?

I’m on encounter pt 2, so season 6

this is like my 7th watchthrough of the entire show  

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

4 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

Hmph I’ve been abandoned

 what show is that 

*squeezes back * 

tank you

*squeezes also*

1 minute ago, N̶̝̦͝u̶͇̠͒́l̷̺͇͔̩̯̆͜l̸̾̿̓̚ said:

I’m on encounter pt 2, so season 6

this is like my 7th watchthrough of the entire show  

????????????

OH ANIME

Oh

oh

. . .

*runs*

[Keke They/he]

1 minute ago, N̶̝̦͝u̶͇̠͒́l̷̺͇͔̩̯̆͜l̸̾̿̓̚ said:

I’m on encounter pt 2, so season 6

this is like my 7th watchthrough of the entire show  

REAL

seas six is fiiirrreeee

Aizawa in that season is badass

[Existential]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

*squeezes also*

????????????

OH ANIME

Oh

oh

. . .

*runs*

*tackles* 

NO

*coughs*

Just now, Clinically insane said:

REAL

seas six is fiiirrreeee

Aizawa in that season is badass

FR

How far are you?

[Keke They/he]

1 minute ago, N̶̝̦͝u̶͇̠͒́l̷̺͇͔̩̯̆͜l̸̾̿̓̚ said:

*tackles* 

NO

*coughs*

FR

How far are you?

Done done done

Three times

Mybe more

WAITINF FOR CRUNCHY ROLL TO GIVE MORE SEASON 7

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, N̶̝̦͝u̶͇̠͒́l̷̺͇͔̩̯̆͜l̸̾̿̓̚ said:

*tackles* 

NO

*coughs*

*floats away*

wheeeeeeeeeeeeee-

[Existential]

3 minutes ago, Clinically insane said:

Done done done

Three times

Mybe more

WAITINF FOR CRUNCHY ROLL TO GIVE MORE SEASON 7

I LOVED SEASON 7

(i think its all on hulu if you have that)

also I think the Vigilan Arc was me all time favorite 

3 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

*floats away*

wheeeeeeeeeeeeee-

*continues dying*

Edited March 9, 2025 by N̶̝̦͝u̶͇̠͒́l̷̺͇͔̩̯̆͜l̸̾̿̓̚

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, N̶̝̦͝u̶͇̠͒́l̷̺͇͔̩̯̆͜l̸̾̿̓̚ said:

*continues dying*

Why are you dying-

[Existential]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

Why are you dying-

My body hates breathing 

[Keke They/he]

6 minutes ago, N̶̝̦͝u̶͇̠͒́l̷̺͇͔̩̯̆͜l̸̾̿̓̚ said:

LOVED SEASON 7

(i think its all on hulu if you have that)

also I think the Vigilan Arc was me all time favorite 

I have crunchyroll but they only got to battle without a quirk but no farther

[Existential]

2 minutes ago, Clinically insane said:

I have crunchyroll but they only got to battle without a quirk but no farther

I think that was the end of season 7

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

1 minute ago, Clinically insane said:

I have crunchyroll but they only got to battle without a quirk but no farther

This exchange is… interesting out of context. Of which I have none.

*Goes to help @N̶̝̦͝u̶͇̠͒́l̷̺͇͔̩̯̆͜l̸̾̿̓̚ from dying*

[Keke They/he]

Just now, N̶̝̦͝u̶͇̠͒́l̷̺͇͔̩̯̆͜l̸̾̿̓̚ said:

I think that was the end of season 7

No

Cause that's not the end of the manga...

[Existential]

Just now, Hoid_Slayer said:

This exchange is… interesting out of context. Of which I have none.

*Goes to help @N̶̝̦͝u̶͇̠͒́l̷̺͇͔̩̯̆͜l̸̾̿̓̚ from dying*

Just anime stuff

and thanks

Just now, Clinically insane said:

No

Cause that's not the end of the manga...

I think they are doing a season 8 that’s extra short for the rest, cause google says that that was the last episode 

[Keke They/he]

1 minute ago, N̶̝̦͝u̶͇̠͒́l̷̺͇͔̩̯̆͜l̸̾̿̓̚ said:

Just anime stuff

and thanks

I think they are doing a season 8 that’s extra short for the rest, cause google says that that was the last episode 

WHAT

BUT THERE AAS SO MUH HAPPENING

BRUH

WA BOUT HAWKS

AND TOKOYAMI

AND BAKUGO

[Existential]

Just now, Clinically insane said:

WHAT

BUT THERE AAS SO MUH HAPPENING

BRUH

WA BOUT HAWKS

AND TOKOYAMI

AND BAKUGO

I KNOWWWWWWW

ITS NUTS

I think season 8 comes out in the fall of this year

[Keke They/he]

12 minutes ago, N̶̝̦͝u̶͇̠͒́l̷̺͇͔̩̯̆͜l̸̾̿̓̚ said:

I KNOWWWWWWW

ITS NUTS

I think season 8 comes out in the fall of this year

THATRSSSS TO LONG

so does season 2 of hazbin hotel

And season 2 of spy x family

WOW IM GONNA BE BUSY

[Existential]

1 minute ago, Clinically insane said:

THATRSSSS TO LONG

so does season 2 of hazbin hotel

And season 2 of spy x family

WOW IM GONNA BE BUSY

sounds like it

[Keke They/he]

1 minute ago, N̶̝̦͝u̶͇̠͒́l̷̺͇͔̩̯̆͜l̸̾̿̓̚ said:

sounds like it

My social life is gonna die

[Existential]

Just now, Clinically insane said:

My social life is gonna die

Valid

[Keke They/he]

Just now, N̶̝̦͝u̶͇̠͒́l̷̺͇͔̩̯̆͜l̸̾̿̓̚ said:

Valid

Ima just bing everything.

No one will see me for like 2 months

[Existential]

Just now, Clinically insane said:

Ima just bing everything.

No one will see me for like 2 months

That’s fair and valid

[ANHlittleinsane girl but gendern't mostly]

waitwaitwait i have more venting ugh the life of a teenager (TWs: sucky parents, typical teenager-under-stress "is it just easier if I die?" kind of thoughts, minor sh urges, generally very long, very angry, rather confusing to read rant):

Spoiler

Ok so short storytime, my mom is kinda just fully a genius of some sort. She's smarter than me, and way more grounded in reality, and she doesn't care about my feelings in the moment, she cares about my health and happiness in the future. Throughout all of summer I would swat away any attempt of talking about hs admissions, which was dumb in hindsight, but none of my parents had to deal with the nyc school system, or private schools. Which were my only choice lol, because public school is decided on a lottery number, and mine was so bad that the thing that tells you your chances of getting into a specialized/public school had less than 5% for every single one. So yay for private schools and the namedropping and "ignore my adhd"-ing and donating and SO MANY DAMN ESSAYS that came with them. My mom kinda just refused to do the first two things, which I'm grateful for because it's morally slimey. I regret so much that I didn't work on my essays earlier though. It was torture. T O R T U R E. My essays, plus the adjustment from 7th grade homework to 8th grade homework was merciless for the first two-three months of school. By the end of the night I'd be crying. And then my mom would lecture me (after yelling at me about procrastinating, until I was in tears) about how I need to be more serious, and I've slacked off so much and it's coming back to bite me, and that I needed to stop being dumb (no mama it doesn't help that you called everyone else dumb too, I get that you meant 13-14 year olds are generally dumb, you still called me dumb. like a lot), that I should've done more extracurriculars/afterschool activities, what are we going to put on the form, blah blah blah. It got worse as it got closer to January. I needed to study for the ISEE retaking (funny how the two things I didn't study for got higher scores than 99% of other test takers in my area, mama) (ah yes my biggest flex), I needed to get my essays done, and they needed to be perfect, because school applications is just selling yourself, and if I can't be a STEM kid (lies, I could, I just don't like math and god forbid someone like science and not math), or a sports kid, then my writing needs to be gold. And I could write things I am so proud of, but it's not enough. There's always more rewrites and edits and I always wish my mom wasn't the head editor of her school newspaper because this sucks, and at the end of the day it's my fault for not reading enough essays, and my fault for being too buried in fantasy, and it's my fault for turning away from the real world. She justifies what she says, because I work well under pressure (true, but you could have apologized afterwords instead of just assuming I'd forgive you), because time is up (true, but you never apologized mama), because I had this coming the entire time and I could have stopped it if I locked in earlier, and it's all true, but that doesn't change the thoughts I've had because of your actions. I remember she was yelling at me over some mini-essays while I worked (I used to yell back, but that's just a waste of time), and my dad came in and was like "it is 12 at night you are very loud our kid is close to tears she can work on it in the morning," and they fight. My mom says she doesn't even know if I'll get a choice in school (that I'll only get accepted into one, which is stupid anyways, because all these schools are rigorous so isn't it something no matter what?), and I flee to the bathroom to shower and also just cry there because what do you mean you have driven me to the point of having rather died than been subjected to your yelling, to having thought I was stupid, naive, and destined to fail, to having scratched at my skin until it stung, never mind that it never bled, just to say that I can hurt myself more than you could hurt me (which I never could), and you don't think I'll succeed. At some point in time, when we are having one of those conversations where she is lecturing me, and I am close to tears, I manage to say what I've had in my head for a while, which is that I don't need her. I have friends and teachers to say I'm smart, to tell me not to worry, to tell me that I'm capable," and of course while I say that I break down crying because I am a shockingly tear-prone person, but I think a little, saying that helped. Anyways that's all over now, I never got my apology(ies), but she's said she's proud of me like four times, which is a lot for just six months (oh that is a miserable sentence to say). And I am so close, so close, to forgiving her when she says "I'm sorry about applications." She continues to apologize for saying those things to me, and then snorts and says not really, and that I know that while she loves me she doesn't regret anything. I wasn't that mad, she doesn't apologize, she just loves me anyways for all my flaws, and I try to forget that I didn't need an apology for my own insecurities, but for the fact that she pushed them onto me, because I am the same way. I don't say sorry, so much as "I love you, and I'm proud of you anyways." And then she says that she is sorry for not doing it sooner, and that's referring to everything she's said and screamed, because this could have all been avoided and she should've just gotten it over with, but I was always avoiding applications over the summer. And I just like???

HELLO????

What do you mean you aren't sorry for making me want to die, for making me hurt myself, for making me think I was stupid and had no hope, but you are sorry you didn't sooner??? IT'S NOT A TRIAL MAMA. That was not some kind of trial that you put a kid through like it's a coming of age thing. You cannot treat that like it was something to make me grow. I don't care if it came from a place in you that wants me to be the best me, because I didn't feel like the best me, and I still don't.

and it's so hard because my mom is either super nice, and funny, and supportive, or yelling at me

[Existential]

5 minutes ago, alittleinsane said:

waitwaitwait i have more venting ugh the life of a teenager (TWs: sucky parents, typical teenager-under-stress "is it just easier if I die?" kind of thoughts, minor sh urges, generally very long, very angry, rather confusing to read rant):

  Hide contents

Ok so short storytime, my mom is kinda just fully a genius of some sort. She's smarter than me, and way more grounded in reality, and she doesn't care about my feelings in the moment, she cares about my health and happiness in the future. Throughout all of summer I would swat away any attempt of talking about hs admissions, which was dumb in hindsight, but none of my parents had to deal with the nyc school system, or private schools. Which were my only choice lol, because public school is decided on a lottery number, and mine was so bad that the thing that tells you your chances of getting into a specialized/public school had less than 5% for every single one. So yay for private schools and the namedropping and "ignore my adhd"-ing and donating and SO MANY DAMN ESSAYS that came with them. My mom kinda just refused to do the first two things, which I'm grateful for because it's morally slimey. I regret so much that I didn't work on my essays earlier though. It was torture. T O R T U R E. My essays, plus the adjustment from 7th grade homework to 8th grade homework was merciless for the first two-three months of school. By the end of the night I'd be crying. And then my mom would lecture me (after yelling at me about procrastinating, until I was in tears) about how I need to be more serious, and I've slacked off so much and it's coming back to bite me, and that I needed to stop being dumb (no mama it doesn't help that you called everyone else dumb too, I get that you meant 13-14 year olds are generally dumb, you still called me dumb. like a lot), that I should've done more extracurriculars/afterschool activities, what are we going to put on the form, blah blah blah. It got worse as it got closer to January. I needed to study for the ISEE retaking (funny how the two things I didn't study for got higher scores than 99% of other test takers in my area, mama) (ah yes my biggest flex), I needed to get my essays done, and they needed to be perfect, because school applications is just selling yourself, and if I can't be a STEM kid (lies, I could, I just don't like math and god forbid someone like science and not math), or a sports kid, then my writing needs to be gold. And I could write things I am so proud of, but it's not enough. There's always more rewrites and edits and I always wish my mom wasn't the head editor of her school newspaper because this sucks, and at the end of the day it's my fault for not reading enough essays, and my fault for being too buried in fantasy, and it's my fault for turning away from the real world. She justifies what she says, because I work well under pressure (true, but you could have apologized afterwords instead of just assuming I'd forgive you), because time is up (true, but you never apologized mama), because I had this coming the entire time and I could have stopped it if I locked in earlier, and it's all true, but that doesn't change the thoughts I've had because of your actions. I remember she was yelling at me over some mini-essays while I worked (I used to yell back, but that's just a waste of time), and my dad came in and was like "it is 12 at night you are very loud our kid is close to tears she can work on it in the morning," and they fight. My mom says she doesn't even know if I'll get a choice in school (that I'll only get accepted into one, which is stupid anyways, because all these schools are rigorous so isn't it something no matter what?), and I flee to the bathroom to shower and also just cry there because what do you mean you have driven me to the point of having rather died than been subjected to your yelling, to having thought I was stupid, naive, and destined to fail, to having scratched at my skin until it stung, never mind that it never bled, just to say that I can hurt myself more than you could hurt me (which I never could), and you don't think I'll succeed. At some point in time, when we are having one of those conversations where she is lecturing me, and I am close to tears, I manage to say what I've had in my head for a while, which is that I don't need her. I have friends and teachers to say I'm smart, to tell me not to worry, to tell me that I'm capable," and of course while I say that I break down crying because I am a shockingly tear-prone person, but I think a little, saying that helped. Anyways that's all over now, I never got my apology(ies), but she's said she's proud of me like four times, which is a lot for just six months (oh that is a miserable sentence to say). And I am so close, so close, to forgiving her when she says "I'm sorry about applications." She continues to apologize for saying those things to me, and then snorts and says not really, and that I know that while she loves me she doesn't regret anything. I wasn't that mad, she doesn't apologize, she just loves me anyways for all my flaws, and I try to forget that I didn't need an apology for my own insecurities, but for the fact that she pushed them onto me, because I am the same way. I don't say sorry, so much as "I love you, and I'm proud of you anyways." And then she says that she is sorry for not doing it sooner, and that's referring to everything she's said and screamed, because this could have all been avoided and she should've just gotten it over with, but I was always avoiding applications over the summer. And I just like???

HELLO????

What do you mean you aren't sorry for making me want to die, for making me hurt myself, for making me think I was stupid and had no hope, but you are sorry you didn't sooner??? IT'S NOT A TRIAL MAMA. That was not some kind of trial that you put a kid through like it's a coming of age thing. You cannot treat that like it was something to make me grow. I don't care if it came from a place in you that wants me to be the best me, because I didn't feel like the best me, and I still don't.

and it's so hard because my mom is either super nice, and funny, and supportive, or yelling at me

*hugs*

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

9 minutes ago, alittleinsane said:

waitwaitwait i have more venting ugh the life of a teenager (TWs: sucky parents, typical teenager-under-stress "is it just easier if I die?" kind of thoughts, minor sh urges, generally very long, very angry, rather confusing to read rant):

  Hide contents

Ok so short storytime, my mom is kinda just fully a genius of some sort. She's smarter than me, and way more grounded in reality, and she doesn't care about my feelings in the moment, she cares about my health and happiness in the future. Throughout all of summer I would swat away any attempt of talking about hs admissions, which was dumb in hindsight, but none of my parents had to deal with the nyc school system, or private schools. Which were my only choice lol, because public school is decided on a lottery number, and mine was so bad that the thing that tells you your chances of getting into a specialized/public school had less than 5% for every single one. So yay for private schools and the namedropping and "ignore my adhd"-ing and donating and SO MANY DAMN ESSAYS that came with them. My mom kinda just refused to do the first two things, which I'm grateful for because it's morally slimey. I regret so much that I didn't work on my essays earlier though. It was torture. T O R T U R E. My essays, plus the adjustment from 7th grade homework to 8th grade homework was merciless for the first two-three months of school. By the end of the night I'd be crying. And then my mom would lecture me (after yelling at me about procrastinating, until I was in tears) about how I need to be more serious, and I've slacked off so much and it's coming back to bite me, and that I needed to stop being dumb (no mama it doesn't help that you called everyone else dumb too, I get that you meant 13-14 year olds are generally dumb, you still called me dumb. like a lot), that I should've done more extracurriculars/afterschool activities, what are we going to put on the form, blah blah blah. It got worse as it got closer to January. I needed to study for the ISEE retaking (funny how the two things I didn't study for got higher scores than 99% of other test takers in my area, mama) (ah yes my biggest flex), I needed to get my essays done, and they needed to be perfect, because school applications is just selling yourself, and if I can't be a STEM kid (lies, I could, I just don't like math and god forbid someone like science and not math), or a sports kid, then my writing needs to be gold. And I could write things I am so proud of, but it's not enough. There's always more rewrites and edits and I always wish my mom wasn't the head editor of her school newspaper because this sucks, and at the end of the day it's my fault for not reading enough essays, and my fault for being too buried in fantasy, and it's my fault for turning away from the real world. She justifies what she says, because I work well under pressure (true, but you could have apologized afterwords instead of just assuming I'd forgive you), because time is up (true, but you never apologized mama), because I had this coming the entire time and I could have stopped it if I locked in earlier, and it's all true, but that doesn't change the thoughts I've had because of your actions. I remember she was yelling at me over some mini-essays while I worked (I used to yell back, but that's just a waste of time), and my dad came in and was like "it is 12 at night you are very loud our kid is close to tears she can work on it in the morning," and they fight. My mom says she doesn't even know if I'll get a choice in school (that I'll only get accepted into one, which is stupid anyways, because all these schools are rigorous so isn't it something no matter what?), and I flee to the bathroom to shower and also just cry there because what do you mean you have driven me to the point of having rather died than been subjected to your yelling, to having thought I was stupid, naive, and destined to fail, to having scratched at my skin until it stung, never mind that it never bled, just to say that I can hurt myself more than you could hurt me (which I never could), and you don't think I'll succeed. At some point in time, when we are having one of those conversations where she is lecturing me, and I am close to tears, I manage to say what I've had in my head for a while, which is that I don't need her. I have friends and teachers to say I'm smart, to tell me not to worry, to tell me that I'm capable," and of course while I say that I break down crying because I am a shockingly tear-prone person, but I think a little, saying that helped. Anyways that's all over now, I never got my apology(ies), but she's said she's proud of me like four times, which is a lot for just six months (oh that is a miserable sentence to say). And I am so close, so close, to forgiving her when she says "I'm sorry about applications." She continues to apologize for saying those things to me, and then snorts and says not really, and that I know that while she loves me she doesn't regret anything. I wasn't that mad, she doesn't apologize, she just loves me anyways for all my flaws, and I try to forget that I didn't need an apology for my own insecurities, but for the fact that she pushed them onto me, because I am the same way. I don't say sorry, so much as "I love you, and I'm proud of you anyways." And then she says that she is sorry for not doing it sooner, and that's referring to everything she's said and screamed, because this could have all been avoided and she should've just gotten it over with, but I was always avoiding applications over the summer. And I just like???

HELLO????

What do you mean you aren't sorry for making me want to die, for making me hurt myself, for making me think I was stupid and had no hope, but you are sorry you didn't sooner??? IT'S NOT A TRIAL MAMA. That was not some kind of trial that you put a kid through like it's a coming of age thing. You cannot treat that like it was something to make me grow. I don't care if it came from a place in you that wants me to be the best me, because I didn't feel like the best me, and I still don't.

and it's so hard because my mom is either super nice, and funny, and supportive, or yelling at me

*hugs*
I don’t know what to say…