#broken glass cw

[absolutelybatty]

Larry's a bit on edge. He thought he saw something and took a swing before fully considering the consequences.

[cosmiicblink]

[But when he finally shot at me,] ([{lines once solid were blurred}])

([{And right as he (I) missed,}])

(my eyes in a mist

I finally realized I shot at myself

The reflection of the else;

The disconnection; the side of the coin at once withheld)

[knightforflowers]

but you could never hold me

you liked me better in your head

[fidget-the-kitty]

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE - I BROUGHT YOU MY BULLETS, YOU BROUGHT ME YOUR LOVE

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[yardsards]

GIRL HELP I

WENT TO GO REFILL MY GLASS AND I SLIPPED ON SOME GREASE ON THE FLOOR (i fried some stuff last night and was planning on mopping later tonight) AND FELL FORWARDS INTO A CHAIR AND MY LAST WINE GLASS BROKE

peak humour is filling a fancy wine glass with beverages that are very much not wine

[froginamoodboard]

Lex Foster rage moodboard

Requested by: me

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[vamps-hmu]

Another doodle for Broken Bolts, an au me and @monnyq-q are making <3

Hes so- [gets shot]

[quietbatperson]

[venusandsaturnsrings]

What's incel taru's eyesight? Like I cannot see well at all without my glasses and he is putting it on his darling to jerk off?

WONDERFUL QUESTION!! i’m a glasses user myself n i’ve always just imagined his vision as mine but slightly worse (as if that helps you understand at all)!! i’m nearsighted plus i have astigmatism… i don’t know my prescription tho soz so you’ll have to imagine this the way i describe it!!

inceltaru can see relatively perfect for about a foot in front of him but after that it gets very blurry very quickly. if you’re familiar with diopters, he’s around a -3.5 in my head. if he was stirred out of bed with desperate thirst, he could walk to his fridge for a cold mountain dew easily considering he’s familiar with his apartments layout. if he needed to grab a cup of actual water?? he’s putting on the glasses. he won’t be able to successfully get and fill the cup without knocking 10 other cups on the ground or gratuitously overfilling it and making a mess. inceltaru can and will put them on his beloved to jerk off since he’ll be keeping them right below his dick the whole time anyways. he’ll be hunched over and squinting just a tiny bit to get a good look at you but it’s kind of adorable. he’ll fuck you with them on you too!! his nose will be pretty much touching yours the whole time so he can properly engrain the sight in his head without it being blurry…

tldr; he can’t see very well but won’t let that stop his degeneracy!!

[bogcreacher]

i doint think i ever posted these here

[redcomet-stims]

Content warning: blades, broken glass

💙����💛 Song-inspired stimboard: I'm a Controversy by Ado (prod. Pinnochio-P); with color-related theming and technology!

I tried my best to make the theming somewhat fit the meaning of the song...or at least how I see it. I hope this is good and that I did this amazing song justice. This is another one of my favorites from Ado, because I love how gritty and chaotic the music sounds. Ado's voice has this very angry-ish quality to it, and Pinnochio-P's instrumental really adds to it.

When I was trying to read up on the meaning of this song, I saw a few things that made me...kinda annoyed, to say the least. It was a review website and a LOT of them were negative in ways that didn't really make sense to me! One of the reviews was just talking garbage about Pinnochio-P, calling his lyrics something along the lines of "surface level, edgy, and repetitive stuff meant for 12 year olds" (indirect quote, BTW), and that comment made me really pissed. Not every song has to have the most indirect, metaphorical lyrics ever! Music is allowed to have ranty and direct-ish lyrics! And even then, I felt like the lyrics did have a good mix of symbolism and direct comments, which is not a bother, I'd say that's actually good! A lot of people on that website just generally did not like how chaotic-sounding this song is. And no hate, you don't need to like this sound, but I LIKE IT AND IT IS NOT BOTHERING ANYONE. Go off and have your opinion, but you don't need to...trash the song because of it?

And...do the people that are belittling this song realise that they are kinda feeding into what this song is talking about? To me, it's a song about not being seen as "perfect" by the general population, being pressured as an artist because of very high expectations, and it all stressing you out because people always expect everything you put out to be exceptional. That's how I feel about it, at least, I might be a little wrong. Not only is that an important thing to talk about because of how relevant it is to the music industry or general arts in the modern world, but as someone who makes things and likes doing artistic hobbies, THAT MEANING RESONATES WITH ME! I always feel like everything I do and everything I publish to the world has to be perfect, or else I'll be hated for it! This writing is SO REAL to at least a GOOD AMOUNT OF ARTISTS OUT THERE, and I LOVE THAT!!!

...sorry for the rant. I just really like this song.

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[slasheddreams]

The Strawberry Bandaid [ bag of marshmallows / broken glass ] - The STRANGER [ broken glass / blood rain ]

content warning for: [ mentions of injury and blood, mentions of violence ]

Are you hurt?

Do you have a boo-boo?

Injury can happen to anyone at anytime. The young, the old, the weak, the strong. Pain and injury never discriminate.

Bending down, the older boy held the small, pure, snow white cloth to his brother’s knee. Blood blossomed in the middle of the cloth, spreading outwards towards the edges of the cloth. The younger boy gritted his teeth, letting out a small hiss as pressure was applied to the small wound.

Despite how ruthless his brother could be with others, he always showed a small kindness towards his weak, meek little brother. His small, meek little brother who couldn’t hurt a fly.

“You should be more careful, Dai.”

The older brother smiled coldly as he reached over, cupping a bandaged hand against the boy’s cheek. His one good eye creased with his eerie smile, and for a moment, he could see his own face in the reflections of his brother’s eye.

Why did he look so terrified?

…

A small gasp escaped his lips as his brother wrapped his arms around him, entrapping him with a tight hug. His hands trembled for a moment, and then he hesitantly brought his arms up, loosely wrapping them around his brother. Laying his head on his brother’s shoulder, Dai mumbled weakly.

“… okay.”

It felt like an eternity had passed before his brother let go. Leaning over, he observed the wounded knee. Grabbing an alcohol wipe, he gently cleaned the area (while trying to soothe the pained whines of his brother) before rummaging through the box of band-aids. He pulled out several funky shaped band-aids, hovering them above the wound before shaking his head and putting it back.

“This one’s too big!” He’d muse.

“But this one is too small!” He’d complain.

“And this one isn’t cute enough!” His priorities were… a little off kilter.

Finally, he pulled out a band-aid in the shape of a pastel pink strawberry. Sticking his tongue out, he leaned over slightly as he compared the size of the injury to the size of the band-aid’s padding. After a moment, he turned the band-aid around, peeling the bandage paper off. Hovering it above the wound, he shifted it back and forth, before finally putting it down over the wounded skin. Using the palm of his hand, he smoothed the band-aid’s edges down.

“There we go! Cute and practical! Hey, do you think they have any more of these? Maybe we can have matching band-aids!”

The boy beamed with pride for a moment, a smile of joy on his face as he spoke. He truly did enjoy taking care of his brother, even if said brother was perfectly capable of caring for himself.

“Uhm… maybe Mister Mori has some more in his office…?”

Tilting his head a moment, he scratched his head in confusion.

“Where would you put it though? You’re kind of covered in bandages.”

The boy blinked slowly, lifting his arms up as he observed his own person. Dai was not wrong, his brother was completely covered from head to toe in bandages. Even his left eye was covered with bandages. Pouting a bit, his brother shook his head in disbelief.

“There has to be somewhere I can put it! Like… maybe I can put it over my right eye! Like a pirate, argh!”

“… but then you won’t be able to see anything.”

“… damn. Maybe I can take a box cutter and give myself a wound like yours! Then we’d really be matching!”

Sweating nervously, he shook his head in disagreement. He couldn’t tell if this was another one of his brother’s ideas of a joke. They were more mortifying than they were funny.

“Justtt kidding! That sounds like it would be painful.”

Rubbing his chin in deep thought, he placed his hands on his own knees.

“Well, I can always just… stick it over my bandages, I guess.”

Reaching over, he poked lightly at the pastel strawberry band-aid stuck to his brother’s knee. His brows furrowed in frustration as a frown formed on his face. Dai’s knee twitched a bit as an uncomfortable hiss escaped his mouth. Silence arose between the two brothers for a moment. Lifeless brown eyes stared at him, and once again, he could see himself in the glistening.

Why did he always look so terrified?

…

“… do you think we’ll go to heaven when we die?”

The air felt like it had frozen on Dai, too sharp to inhale. In that moment, breathing was painful. Looking up from the bag of marshmallows he had silently been snacking on, his eyes fell on the bandaged man whom was supposed to be his brother…

Yet, in that moment, he felt he didn’t know him at all.

“What…?”

Dark brown eyes bore into his soul, a foreign face stared back him. A smile cracked on the black void it called a face. It exuded an aura of eerieness and knawing dread.

“I said, do you think when we die, we’ll go to heaven? Or, are we too far gone?”

“… what are you talking about?”

His hands trembled slightly as he clasped them over his chest. The figure smiled as it lifted its hand, dragging its nails against Dai’s cheek. Dragging its nails across, the skin split open like a sharp knife cutting through paper. Blood seeped through the tear, dripping slowly down the side of his cheek. Pain flared up, spreading like a wildfire beneath his skin. Tears welled up in his eyes, a hiss escaping his lips. The air felt punishing to breathe in.

“Do the old… and the poor… and the weak deserve to go to heaven? Sloth is a sin, is it not?”

“I don’t- I don’t understand..!”

Wincing as it dragged another nail, it tore through the flesh on his cheek with ease.

“If you were to die right now, would you go to heaven, Daishobu? Would you? Do useless people get to go to heaven, when they’ve contributed nothing to society?”

His hands trembled in pain as tears blurred his vision. Pain spread through his chest, tightening and restricting his lungs. He felt inflamed and afraid. Squeezing his eyes shut, he trembled.

“Why are you so weak?”

…

He wasn’t sure when he had fallen asleep, if he had to begin with. His head ached, a headache pounding against the inner walls of his skull. A dulled pain was present in his right cheek, although it felt less like pain and more of a bitter memory now. Lifting his fingers up to his cheek, the area felt oddly smooth. Sitting up, he turned to the mirror.

A pastel strawberry band-aid clung to his cheek.

———

A piece of paper was laid in front of the young boy as the intimidating, black haired man smiled. He was a tall, well put together man, with a maroon scarf and enough money to care for two abandoned boys. Even if there was something about the man Dai never liked (he never could put his finger on what exactly, though), he couldn’t deny the proven generosity.

“Your brother was always convinced you’d never join our ranks. May I ask what changed your mind?”

Dai held the pen in shaky hands, staring at the piece of paper in front of him. A “contract”, those were the words at the top of the paper.

“… I don’t know.”

“That’s alright, we all do things sometimes without fully understanding why we choose to. Does your brother know you’re doing this?”

“… no. He’d never let me. He doesn’t even let me take care of my own injuries.”

Pointing at his cheek and knee, Dai sighed a bit.

“That’s how you know he cares. Unless… you believe differently?”

“… I don’t know. I just… I feel I don’t know him anymore… he’s like a stranger.”

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

Finally someone with good takes about hermes 😭 he makes me want to eat drywall

GOD SAME. GOD SAME. GOD SAME. IT'S A WAR ZONE OUT THERE I AM GRIPPING YOUR ARMS. i am chewing table legs about him i am kissing his face i am having a long firm talk with him over tea i am fistfighting him i am feeding him apples. i am showing him that one post where op listed every single bird in the entire world. i am showing him pictures of potoos

he is a soaking wet Long Autism Creature and he is so painfully relatable in SO many ways jesus fucking christ where do i even begin. for one thing every time someone's like 'he was just pre-judging people and shoving away their attempts to connect with him, it's his fault he was depressed and had no support system to deal with it!!!' i'm just like man i'm so glad for you that you've never been traumatized by questioning an evangelical community you're in. i really am. shut the fuck up

(which is something i have just. so many feelings about. it honestly means a lot to me to see that dynamic represented with such devastating accuracy by something that isn't an obvious fantasy expy of christianity. this is a pattern of abuse that happens under the right circumstances because people are people, it's not unique to a certain set of social trappings or even a specific overall belief system, and it makes me feel seen in a way that most narratives about this kind of thing just don't.)

ANYWAY THANK YOU AND I AM SO GLAD YOU ENJOY MY META ABOUT HIM BECAUSE BOY DO I HAVE MORE. People Who Understand That 'Hermes is a School Shooter' is an Absolutely God Fucking Awful Take of the World Unite

[carnivorousyandeere]

All I've ever wanted is to put a mean bully Yan into his place with my various violent methods is that too much to ask😔💔

Intrigued to hear more about these methods… and would Reese, the rival, be close enough to a masc yandere bully? The only real bully I currently have is Hailey, a gal 🤔

[destructionnearyou]

TW:gore, self mutilation, and blood

close ups and speed up video of painting process uncer cut

I worked really hard on this so please don't steel it

[horseshoe-bay-ledger]

Nancy doing her Nancy-best but unfortunately that involves next to zero self-control