#bloody gums

[natjennie]

i want to explain my mental illnesses to robin and have him like nod and grunt along while i talk and then hum really sagely and give some beautiful touching life advice like "brain not bad just.. different. I've seen a lot of people. we all different. world would be big boring if everyone was the same. you just better at some things and worse at other things. that why we all work together, help each other. sometimes you fight mammoth and sometimes you stay in cave with babies. it all come out in the wash."

[whumpetywhump]

Hello, Monster - Ep. 16

[the-meme-monarch]

awesome. ive had Nightmares two nights in a row now

[slaughterlmao]

i wanna make out with someone with teeth removed

[autism-criminal]

hi I’m forcing you to look at silly Willy’s missing tooth bc it’ll be covered up by the metal teeth of the springlock suit but it looks cool and I want you to see it

gore under the cut yay

ok ik it’s super low quality cause I zoomed in but whatever !!!!! do you see my vision

[disregardcanon]

i haven't seen the martinez brothers album cover here on tumblr so i just want everyone to see their SICK MIX TAPE

[bioswear]

KYS NIER IS FOR FUCKING FAGS AAAAAAA

Buddy I am a fag.

[bravevolunteer]

yes michael paints his nails. yes he's constantly picking at and biting them.

[strat0sfear]

i think i split apart my fucking tooth.

[faaun]

be brave, baby

[kurtcore]

all my stress from this final stretch of uni is turning into fucking health anxiety and its making me even more stressed every day. every time i have minor pain or discomfort i convince myself its cancer or some terminal disease or something like i’m gonna keel over and die in the next few minutes. and then because i get so fucking anxious i start feeling sick and becoming super aware of how everything in my body feels which obviously makes the health anxiety worse bc im like oh obviously im dying bc i now feel sick and my head hurts. its so exhausting im just stressed 24/7 over made up shit !!!!!!!!!!! like my brain can convince me that everything hurts and everything feels bad. like i know its irrational but i can’t stop.

[ace-with--a-mace]

9 more fridays .

[eat-yourheart]

People who send you random gore or paste it in discord servers have got to up their game, someone sent me the first frame of narco football as if I didn't watch the full thing at 16 years old like gotdamn

[lemonyinks]

its always something isn't it

[yeyinde]

waking up after a night out drinking in a foreign country only to realise that the bed you're in is not your own. no one is beside you. you try to leave but the doors are all locked. the windows won't open. you're trapped. a pretty bird in a cage.

nothing is in the dressers except large, old shirts. the clothes you were wearing when you woke up disappear after you take a shower. no panties. no bra. food shows up on schedule. you never see who leaves it.

they don't answer when you scream. when you bang your fists against the door until they're bloodied. passing out on the floor when the drugs finally kick in. but the mess you make in the daytime is cleaned up. your hands bandaged. disapproval heavy in the air along with the stale scent of tobacco. smoke.

when you're good, you get things. books. magazines. treats. your favourite food. a laptop arrives when you sob yourself to sleep after screaming yourself hoarse about loneliness, and how this isn't right. this isn't okay. it's restricted, of course. you log into Facebook but the moment you try and ask for help, the internet is turned off. you're being watched. monitored closely.

you learn your lesson slowly, giving nothing away to your family and pretending you're enjoying your holiday. being good. quiet.

instead of treats, gifts, recipe books arrive—some pages dogeared. you start making the food. leaving a plate in the fridge. it's gone the next morning. more recipes appear. you make them, too. an expensive chain comes next. a pretty gold necklace for a pretty bird in a golden cage.

(each meal gets you a strange rash on your cheek, jaw the next morning. beard burn, you think, and try not to shudder.)

lingerie comes after. silk, lace. all of it fits perfectly. you try to avoid it. the idea, the implication, is a knife between your ribs, but the next morning, your laptop is missing. the books are gone. food, too. your clothes disappear until all that remains is the lingerie set and a little black box. one you pointedly ignore. throw out with the trash. chew on gum to make the ache in your belly go away until that vanishes too.

your world is narrowed down to hunger. loneliness. isolation—

(in the corner of the rooms, a red light glints in the dark. lonely, but not alone.)

it persists until you relent. give in. another lesson you learn. you wear the set to bed, and try to think nothing of it—

you wake up to something heavy around you. a warm, thick body pressed against your bare spine. coarse chair tickling the skin between your shoulder blades. a burly arm under your neck, elbow bent to wrap a rough hand around your neck. the other slung over your hip, shoved between your thighs. something hard presses into your ass. a bruising pressure. it aches. you stifle a gasp, but with his long, thick fingers wrapped tight around your throat, he feels it.

everything goes still. quiet. just the faint rustle of sheets. the scratch of coarse hair on silk. a breath. you tremble. fight back another gasp when lips press into your crown with a sharp inhale. scenting you. nuzzling into your scalp. warm breath that smalls of malt and honey. woodsy. tobacco.

your eyes adjust slowly to the dark, and fall on a black box left on top of your end table. velvet, you know. you've felt the softness between your fingers when you threw it in the trash with a sob. no escaping it, after all.

the hand between your thighs twitches. when he speaks, it shudders through your spine, makes your hair stand on end. it's a growling purr. the low roar of an old engine. more grit than comfort in the midnight dark.

"jus' close your eyes, love," he rasps, pushing his thick body tighter against you. coiling around you like a big, hungry bear. "an' go back to sleep for me."

and you do.

[baekuras]

Meanwhile something that started as basic wisdoom tooth removal and turned into ‘there are also caries here’ means that my tooth bullshittery is still ongoing and will do so until august at least

Just lovingly remember our regional manager asking if I can’t just take painkillers after already working through the pain because we were understaffed and I was out on seminars ✌ like yes babe that’d have solved everything