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hey so protip if you have abusive parents and need to get around the house as quietly as possible, stay close to furniture and other heavy stuff because the floor is settled there and it’s less likely to creak
News flash: BEING ANTI MALE DOESN'T MAKE YOU A FEMINEST, IT JUST MAKES YOU A HATER, AND STILL SEXIST!
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It's not racism, ffs. How dense.
Bob Marley was a stinking rapist. Some of us oppose rape. OK?
Why is it when I search Bob Marley One Love on tumblr.
That the first post in top posts is the royal family. Not a post about the actor or the movie itself.
The racism. Plus there being no Bob Marley x readers.
I just decided to check it again. And nothing! Not at all!
That was such a good movie and nothing!
I'm upset!
Always said I was a good kid Always said I had a way with words Never knew I could be speechless Don't know how I'll ever break this curse Now the world is only white noise Frequencies that I can't understand I can't be bothered with the teachers Always trying to shape the way I act I'll set fire to the whole place I don't even care about our house It's not the same in here since he left anyways Mamma told me all of this is Just a place we have to settle for Less than anything we dream on We'll continue to be disappointed I feel down, I feel down, I feel down, I feel down Burn it down, burn it down, burn it down, burn it down -Burn it Down by Daughters We are hardly able to cool down our burned scars or wounds. The raging fire might be gone, but sometimes we are still burning in the inside. No money or property can change what happened. Love yourself. It's your decision. Will you hold on the past ... or keep marching on and discover your everyday new you. #lifeistrange #daughters #lifeisstrangebeforethestorm #burnitdown #depressionsucks #emotionart #darkart #pencilart #coaldrawing #ptsd #meds #mentalhealthawareness #keepmarchingon #artist #youngartist #crazyartist #weirdo #childhoodmemories #childhoodtrauma #abuse #pain #heartache #burning #blackflames #lizzyeatsart
Heut ist ein schöner Tag! Am Himmel fliegen bunte Drachen Boote schwimmen auf dem See Wir könnten so viel machen - Wir wollen nichts versäumen Steh doch auf, wir haben Spaß Doch du bleibst einfach liegen Augen offen, Wangen blass Steh auf! Steh wieder auf! - Warum muss ich immer warten? Warum immer weinen? Warum all die schwarzen Löcher In den Armen, in den Beinen? Mama, steh auf, steh wieder auf Steh auf! Steh wieder auf! ... Song: Steh auf by LINDEMANN . . . . . .. . .. . #blackandwhite #pencil #pencilart #drugs #darkart #dark #art #coal #blacknwhite #abuse #darkness #artwork #insanity #lindemann #lizzyeatsart https://www.instagram.com/p/B3o6PNqga_4/?igshid=1ruencafyovv7
Heut ist ein schöner Tag! Am Himmel fliegen bunte Drachen Boote schwimmen auf dem See Wir könnten so viel machen - Wir wollen nichts versäumen Steh doch auf, wir haben Spaß Doch du bleibst einfach liegen Augen offen, Wangen blass Steh auf! Steh wieder auf! - Warum muss ich immer warten? Warum immer weinen? Warum all die schwarzen Löcher In den Armen, in den Beinen? Mama, steh auf, steh wieder auf Steh auf! Steh wieder auf! ... Song: Steh auf by LINDEMANN . . . . . .. . .. . #blackandwhite #pencil #pencilart #drugs #darkart #dark #art #coal #blacknwhite #abuse #darkness #artwork #insanity #lindemann #lizzyeatsart https://www.instagram.com/p/B3o6PNqga_4/?igshid=1wfiwzt10f461
If this helps someone who needs these tips, I will definitely reblog this.
hey so protip if you have abusive parents and need to get around the house as quietly as possible, stay close to furniture and other heavy stuff because the floor is settled there and it’s less likely to creak
I think the reason I feel particularly betrayed and embittered by Marvel is because when the MCU first began, there was just so much potential.
And I’m not just speaking from a Loki fan’s POV (though it’s mostly from that side), but the way Marvel movies handled every aspect of storytelling, all of their characters were finely written and fleshed out, even the seemingly minor side characters (Agent Coulson, anyone?). The plot was interesting and not too convoluted (*side eyes IW and Endgame*), they made room for both serious drama and witty, intelligent humor (which then died completely with Ragnarok). Everyone had someone they could root for, which brings me around to being a Loki fan.
When Loki was introduced, and in the following years and movies after, he became an idol for anyone who has been shit on repeatedly by society just for being who they are, and who then refused to take it anymore and began to punch back.
I mean there’s a reason why the vast majority of Loki fans belong to the LGBTQA+ community, as well as being neurodivergent in some way. And the reason that Loki’s story touched us particularly instead of any other character, was because:
A. We got to see his fall from grace, and we recognized it as something many of us have gone through in the past. We recognize the little pushes and steps that eventually leads someone down a self-destructive and dark path. And the only reason many of us aren’t still down that path is because we have resources and support systems that, unfortunately, Loki didn’t have access too. But that isolation in and of itself was also extremely relatable, because it’s something we all experienced before we found people who helped us back into the light.
B. Loki’s struggles and feelings of betrayal and ostricization actually brought out the darker aspects of what that can do to a person. We live in this fucked up society that expects people who are abused and bullied and marginalized to remain Good and Kind and Pure, when in reality (and I am speaking from experience) when you are constantly being victimized and targeted, often for reasons you don’t entirely understand, that causes you to lash out. It causes you to become angry, even violent (even if you’re only daydreaming about causing harm to people). People will back you into a corner and then act surprised when you bite back at them. And then once you do all of that, once you start fighting back, society suddenly decides that you are a Villain/Criminal, and that you deserve the punishment you give. But they don’t even think about punishing the people who made you that way.
So yeah. The fact that we were actually getting to explore what causes so many villains to become villains, and why so many marginalized people identify with villains, was exciting. It was exciting for me, at least, who saw the same kind of anger I harbored towards the world in Loki.
We were finally going to get our story told but then….
Then….
Then Infinity War happened. And Gagnarok. And Endgame….
And we found ourselves, once again, pushed into the shadows.
All of the heroes that comply to what society dictates is a hero get their moment in the sun, and we are once again told that all we’ll ever be are just villains and criminals, unworthy (I fucking hate that word) of redemption or love or a chance to prove ourselves.
Marvel was supposed to be different. Marvel was supposed to be the thing that gave every single person a chance in the spotlight. But Marvel just… let us down.
….So fuck you, Marvel.
Because..
Abuse can feel like love.
And,
Starving people will eat anything.
Something I spend a lot of time thinking about is that no one in the Shadow and Bone fandom seems capable of comprehending that Baghra was an abusive piece of shit and The Darkling was even more so.
I've seen people talk about how Baghra's terrible parenting had a profound effect on The Darkling. I've heard people say that The Darkling was a terrible person and completely irredemable. Although I've never seen both statements mentioned relative to each other, both are equally true.
I've also seen people use Baghra's abuse to try and absolve The Darkling of responsibility. These people make it seem like it was inevitable that he groomed Alina, killed and tortured hundreds, orchestrated the conditions that led to Genya's abuse, and did countless other terible things. It was not.
Baghra absolutely abused Alexandr. She absolutely was a terrible person. But she didn't make her son do anything. Every choice The Darkling made was his own.
Also, the people who talk about Baghra's cruelty only ever mention Alexandr. They never mention the countless other children she physically and verbally abused.
None of those children grew up to be war criminals, though they were victims just as much as Alexandr. Being abused doesn't make you make you abuse other people. It's your choices that do.
At the end of the day, Baghra Morozova was a terrible, horrible, abusive piece of shit. But The Darkling was worse than her in every way.
I Love You
A song inspired story. I imaged UFsans when I wrote it but any other one of the skeletons could fit in. Warning this is a dark piece read the tags before you keep reading. Enjoy and be safe.
The air is still in this moment. Your eyes wide open, breath still caught in your lungs as twinkling shards dance all around you. The bite of pain can’t reach you yet neither the chill of your damp cheeks. Still you can taste the subtle salty twang of copper. Thoughts that normally race around your mind are replaced with this meditative calm. It will only last this moment but that is all that you will need. Your lips quiver. Eyes shining back over once more as your breath is let out in an almost silent sigh. Your eyes flutter shut as if not seeing him will make it all stop.
A shaky breath in and you find your feet. They push up the stairs. Arms coming to guide you when your eyes can not. Your thoughts burst back screaming in your head to block out the poison his voice forms. It cries how it came to this. How you let every rule be broken. Your soul throbs back, a painful pull of heartstrings that tells you exactly how it came to this. Your lungs seize at the sound of his voice just as scared and broken as you. Your mind shrieks for you to RUN the same way your soul calls for you to Stay.
Your body crashes into the door, you fall into the roll scrambling across the floor on all fours for the bag in the closet. Your bug out bag; in case of civilian unrest. Now it will be used for another kind of unrest. You can feel the strings pulling you back as your finger tips bleed against the window lock. Your body is shaking uncontrollably, your own voice vibrating in your ears as he steps ever closer.
Your heart reminds you how futile it is to struggle. Your mind begs you to be free. The bone of his fingertips is almost gentle as he guides your hands away from the lock. His body even drops with yours cradling you to his chest. His voice is only there to guide your mind back with its sweet words tinged with sorrow & fear. His soul already has yours settled back in its embrace. You still weep as he so carefully removes your bag. Turning you so that you face his skull. His phalanges trace the bursts of blue, purple, & black along your face. His palm covers the damage & he whispers about your beauty. The strength you carry. The love he holds for you. But the worst is the love you hold for him. The feeling of your soul pulsing with his. It brings all new quite tears that he wipes away with the bright bites of pain. Fading tell the only evidence is the taste of copper & salt.
He uses your words against you as he picks you back up. Settling you on the bed as he climbs back on top. No matter how many times you try to run. You know, deep down, you will never truly leave. He is slow almost gentle in the way his teeth scrap against your sensitive skin. You love him too much. After all, he is your soulmate.
“The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.”
Cherry Wine-Hozier
CW: SUICIDE, ABUSE, MOOD SWINGS, DEPRESSION, VENT
Who the hell even am I anymore?
I don't find anything entertaining anymore, My special interest is becoming less interesting to me, and I feel like i'm going back to where I started 6 years ago. It's honest to god hell. I don't even feel like myself anymore.
One minute i could be euphoric and have a god-like mindset, almost similarly to how a troll feels after doing their thing, the next I could be thinking about killing myself on autopilot, the next I could be thinking about murdering some bitch who screwed me over, and that cycle keeps repeating, all within the span of a couple hours or days, and it's draining for me.
I can't even pick a career path because i still haven't figured out what I want to do for the rest of my life (tanks mrs. Smith for ruining that opportunity btw), and I'm pretty sure the reason why my girlfriend broke up with me is because she probably thinks I was abusing her or some shit because she couldn't handle how I was doing mentally (i was planning to break up with her either way because I already split from her but still hurts to think about).
And more recently i've had to come to the terms that my fp would rather see me fucking dead, and that she never wants to see me anymore (though i will be still checking her youtube page frequently cause.... why the hell not? she won't know. ), and plus, she knows I feel the same way as her currently, I had a friend of mine tell her so, but she probably doesn't care. she'll always view me as this terrible abusive person who wants nothing more than the suffrage of others, so atp, why am I still attached to her?? I gotta find a way to make myself split from her and find a new fp atp.
I'm just waiting till next week for my next therapy appointment because I may be more dependant on it than I thought. Might speak with her about setting up more appointment days or something.
You might be suffering the consequences of long term abuse if:
you feel uncomfortable taking credit for things you did
you feel uncomfortable being praised or complimented, and you feel like sudden expectation or blackmail are coming up afterwards, you need to find intentions behind praise
someone getting mad at you is absolutely terrifying and you’ll do anything to avoid it
you don’t ever feel it’s safe to stand up for yourself, you can predict that even if you did that, ultimately you’d only be punished and hurt even worse, and you can’t risk it
you always analyze every situation with „am I bothering these people? Is my presence a burden to everyone?“ even when you’re with friends or at a place where you were invited
you don’t feel like a part of anything, not your family or your peer group, you worry everyone is going to figure out that you’re out of line trying to pretend to be a part of their group and reject you
you worry that you have no value to anyone and you feel like you need to deserve to be a part of society
you feel inexplicably ashamed of yourself, there are so many situations you can’t talk about, or even think about without feeling overwhelming shame
you keep feeling everything bad that happens is your fault, even for things that aren’t related to you directly, you feel responsible and like you should have done something to prevent it
you feel like everything would be better if only you didn’t exist
you struggled with suicidal thoughts before (or still struggle with them)
you feel like anyone who hurts you is justified in doing so and you deserve to be hurt
you’re terrified of being punished for anything you do, and don’t do, to the point where you paralyze and can’t do things you’re supposed to do at times, because you can’t tell if it’s going to end up in you suffering punishment
you don’t feel comfortable being touched or cuddled, you feel like it makes you weak if you desire it
you don’t feel okay showing big emotions in front of anyone, you feel your feelings in secret, or not at all
nobody knows just in how much pain you are. You don’t show it.
you can tell that even if you did talk to someone about your problems, you’d be accused of exaggerating, asking for attention, faking it, or being weak for not controlling your emotions better
you feel like the dream of a good life, where you’re loved and happy and cherished, is something completely unrealistic and it feels silly to even imagine it, it’s out of reach for you
If it’s only a few you can relate to, they can be caused by outside factors, but if you relate to almost all of these, it’s likely you’ve been living in a situation that is unbearable for human being without severely affecting their personality and mental health. Abuse can cause all of this, and these are not little things, this is lowered quality of life.
This made me so emotional oh my gods
WARNING AHEAD FOR MY TR4UM4DUMPING
Specific warnings for mentions of: Tr4um4, s/h, 4bus3, gr00ming, sewerslidal ideation, semi-implied but kinda overt mentions of the viewing of adult media
TR4UM4DUMP STARTS HERE
So much of my tr4um4 has only started to be dealt with within the past year or two, when my parents found out through noticing my s/h behaviours
For context, I live in two houses because my mum and dad split when I was a newborn, my stepdad came into the picture when I was ~5, and my stepmum came into the picture when I was ~7-10
I ended up spilling the beans to my dad and stepmum of how my (currently deceased) stepdad made me uncomfortable while he was still alive (he d13d in 2019 thank the gods) and what the family dynamic was like at home (red flags, very toxic)
And they told me straight-up that it was emotional 4bus3, and that it sounded a whole awful lot like he was gr00ming me and such
And they were so supportive of getting me professional help and support for it
But the inportant thing is
During the time I was unknowingly being 4bus3d (when you're in the situation, it's almost impossible to know that it's not normal to be treated that way, especially when nobody notices what's happening to tell you this) I was crying almost every night after school. I had even packed a bag and prepared a plan of how I would run away from home. I kept setting a date on when I would run away, and then I would be too scared to, so I'd move the date up by like a month.
I had a few very prominent times when my dad and stepmum found I was misbehaving on the internet and getting into adult topics and spaces and media that I really shouldn't have. We moved houses every 2-5 years due to renting, and every house we've been in, since I was ~12-13, I have an awful memory attached to. There were maybe.. 3 different houses? 2 of which have multiple strongly negative memories attached to them.
During the time, I thought that was it. This is all my life would be. Endless suffering, then more suffering on top for doing things that seemed normal for a teen girl to be doing on the internet, even if it was subconsciously partly due to her tr4um4. I thought that I would go to j4il eventually and probably d1e there.
And then it would somewhat pass (but I would have devices restricted, or things like my phone would be changed out for a cheap brick phone)
And a few months would go by
And then I would do another incredibly stupid thing. And it was always the exact same thing I kept getting in trouble for.
And then once again I'd be crying nearly every night, considering swimming with the fish, but being too afraid to go through with it. So, my solution? Hope that by digging my own grave, I'd end up 6ft under at some point. Whether it was bl33ding out or having a heart attack, I just didn't want it to hurt too much.
And then it all came out accidentally, to my dad and stepmum
And they understood, because my dad's side of the family has a history of the women being 4bus3d in similar ways by boyfriends and some family that are horrible people (that we dont associate with in any way, besides being glad they're also d34d)
And my stepmum also has similar tr4um4. Worse than mine, but she still understood.
Yet at the time I felt awful. What if I was faking it? What if my stepdad wasn't a bad person at all, but I made him sound horrible? What if I was just being the drama queen that everyone always told me I was?
But then I started to go to a psychologist
And everything's gotten better
And I'm still working through things, because of course I am! I have tr4um4. That stuff doesn't just go away by thinking positively, and smiling! It never even fully goes away - you just learn to minimise the impact in healthy ways, and recognise triggers and signs you're not doing so hot
And I'm so incredibly sorry for tr4um4-dumping on you guys, cuz that's not at all what I'm here for
But I wanted to share, to show you that it can get better
And you're so strong for still being around
And that absolutely isn't to say that those who aren't still around are weak
But I'm proud of you all. For still being here, for getting hrough each day, tr4um4 or not. You're doing a freaking GREAT job out here, mkay?
I doubt anyone is actually going to read this all, but thats okay. It's the original message I reblogged this for that's important <3
right now you might be in a situation that you think you won’t survive but six months ago you were in a situation that you didn’t think you’d survive and two years before that you were in a situation you didn’t think you’d survive and the point is you will always surprise yourself and you will always make it through
doodles for the day