#implied bullying cw

[fyepertine]

Something to Cry About, Part 2

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Part 1

[rottika]

GIRL DINNER 🔥🔥🔥

[windslar]

[quamaii]

Max when the contraption he built specifically for Jimmy to throw knives at Duncan is used by Jimmy to throw knives at Duncan:

[red-rover-au]

I love their terrible little family so much dsnsksj

[gay-mike-wheeler]

anyway can we talk about the fact that will who canonically doesn’t like baseball keeps a baseball bat in castle byers and the implications of that + the fact they built it right after lonnie left + joyce being worried will was hate crimed in s1 + jonathan checking the trunk of lonnie’s car when looking for will + the fact that the bat can’t be for protection from the supernatural stuff bc if he couldn’t stop the demogorgon with a gun what’s a bat gonna do. like. just think about all that for a moment.

[gor3sigil]

Tailor your skin

[TW for mention of ED, rape, bullying, transphobia, sexual assault, transandrophobia]

[This text is one of the selection I'll put in my next issue of my zine, "From behind Tinted Windows and Cracked Screens", focused on transandrophobia. I was too happy with it not to share it. It's like the one I shared a while ago, but better, to me.]

My birth was a disaster. A disaster of closed call death, disease in undevelopped lungs, veins and poisoned flesh.

Growing up to be overprotected and neglected simultaneously. A clumsy and awkward kid trying to fit in, yet struggling to see the appeal of being like everyone else. My face hidden behind my long hair and my body behind baggy black clothes covering a starvation that no one was going to see anyways, I was still the curvy “looks-older-for-her-age” teenager. And then, I was trans.

What a surprise it was. Suddenly the mean girls who were making fun of my wasted attempts at femininity were claiming I was a woman too beautiful to be anyTHING else. My parents who complained about me being a tomboy all my life were scared to death of being right, after all these fights !

For my peers, the proud bisexual girl I had been had been eaten alive by my desire to escape my True Nature. Cis straight women who never were my friends would have switched up and given me head for me to stay the Holy Female their flawed feminism was forcing me to be, and to stay, for sisterhood, for the Cause.

I was turn in turn a victim or a traitor. My femininity raped out of me but not my love for men. Men scared me from being a woman but not from becoming one of Them. I was bullied from being an outcast but not out of being trans. I was a Lamb enough but not so weak I couldn’t be the Big Bad Wolf.

I started drinking almost at the same time I realized I was trans and I lost more friends over a simple switch of pronouns than I ever did after a drunken meltdown.

The sisters who swore to protect me told me now to catch the blows for everything I had never been nor done. And the final straw was seeking euphoria using a gender swap app and seeing my father staring right back at me.

What do you think I fled, then ? Do you think I doubled down ? Do you think I went head first into the pool of a manhood made with my bare hands and spite ? Or did I melt myself into a mold I didn’t fit it, so sure I was to never find safety or softness or tenderness or bonding ever again ? Did I ran away in the moods like a wounded animal, did I rather got sick from dehydration than having to risk seeing my reflection in the water I drank ?

I could go on for eternity, there are so little words to describe the isolation, the alienation you feel when being on your own makes you unsafe and seeking your kin makes you a predator. I went from a healer to the one taking the blame for men who broke me just as much, whom I also swore I’d never become, not in a million years. But in the confusion of trauma, it’s easier to bite someone who won’t bite back, isn’t it ?

I could tell you it gets better. I will tell you, in fact, that it does. It does get better in yourself, when you find your inner peace, your inner strength. When the mirror becomes a friend that shows you excitedly all the subtle changes that comes with shedding out of your shell, that there is a community waiting for you out there. That you deserve every bit of love and support, that you are not a traitor, that your manhood is holy, oh so holy, your transness is too, in short, YOU are. My beloved, as much as I hear your raw suffering, the weight of the fear of becoming the ones who hurt you, it won’t happen. I promise you. You are a treasure, you make this world a better place, and you deserve no shame, no pointed fingers, no mean laughter. If you can’t trust yourself, trust the process.

I assure you that when the sun will rise, one day, and you open your eyes to see the big blue sky, you’ll feel it. The comfort of belonging. The warmth of your skin, finally fitting right.

[employee41512]

Content Warning (see tags) (this is very melodramatic)

lola lombardi is the girl you were best friends with in middle school, but after she got in her first intense relationship, the joy in her eyes began to dull. lola lombardi is the girl who respects you enough not to smoke around you, and yet every conversation you have together is permeated with black tar. lola lombardi is the girl who relies on her parents' alcohol cabinet to laugh. lola lombardi is the girl who hasn't cried since she was nine years old. lola lombardi is the girl who grieves her aborted fetus because she knew she was not fit to be a mother, and when she looks at her thighs she sees death. lola lombardi is the girl who tells you, "don't be like me." lola lombardi is 18 years old. lola lombardi is 25 years old. lola lombardi is 14 years old and every night she prays, "I just want to feel loved; I just want to feel."

[mamaspidershit]

penny putting herself in front of anya. penny keeping anya’s ed a secret. penny holding anya’s hair while she throws up. penny getting anya tea late at night to soothe her throat.

anya sharing some of the vodka she brought with penny after a nightmare. anya drawing turtles because she knows they’re penny’s favourite. anya always giving penny her food because she knows she’s always hungry.

penny pouring water on anya’s head to reveal her scar. penny mocking anya’s love of art. penny digging her nails into anya’s skin and hissing that you will never be as good as me, birdy.

anya calling her a ‘pet’ (derogatory). anya snapping, calling her a slut. anya mocking her love for melina. anya yanking her hair and calling her nothing but a stupid girl.

oughhh penny and anya’s relationship fucks me up so bad.

[foxlovsr]

C.C. ART RAAAAHHH

[TW BLOOD, GORE(?, SH SCARS, BRUISES‼️‼️]

Song: Kill the Rock

[ https://youtu.be/tDHnDaxATaA?si=LpLUAh0dSuUqoKtL ]

Idk what else to add lmao bye

[steampunkserpent27]

Black Ink

for @nelweensfic 's birthday! I hope you've had a great day! Here's some eighth year quidditch! I hope you like it! CW: Implied Canon-Typical Death/Grief, Eighth Year, Implied Bullying (not between Harry/Draco), Happy Ending He had thought he'd never get on a broomstick again. Not after the battle, not after he'd walked into that forest and came out a changed man. Everything was a reminder of the people they had lost. The flowers that grew in the courtyard, the Black Lake, the expansive castle that was still being put back together, brick by brick. Even when Headmistress Mcgonagall had started the new Quidditch league, he hadn't signed up. How could he? How could he just go back to how things were before, as if nothing had changed at all? It wasn't until he saw Draco Malfoy's name on the roster, which had been crossed out with black ink and changed to Death Eater, that he signed up as well.

[the-moogle-of-your-nightmares]

trying to decide how to go about talking about system stuff here and whether to move it to a sideblog or what. i'm weirdly self-conscious about putting it on this blog, which is wild given all the other stuff i will broadcast loudly and publicly and at length on here, and part of me feels like i should make a sideblog but part of me just wants to go my usual route of Fuck It We Ball, Let It All Hang Out for God and Everyone to See.

setting up sideblogs and getting traction on them is a lot of effort, so there's that, but also with this i'm kind of at the stage of... not 'do it self-conscious' because i Hate That Phrase and Variations. i am not going to frame things i do for myself that are Hard or Scary as worth pursuing because they're self-harm. fuck that noise.

what i AM going to frame them as is do it for spite. do it because you deserve better than being more beholden than necessary by your own standards to whatever assholes might glance at your blog. do it because you deserve to be seen as much as any of the other people on your dash who talk openly about being plural, on blogs that are dedicated to that and blogs that aren't. do it because you don't owe anyone an image of you that will never surprise them or make them see you differently (even if it did, and frankly especially if they have a problem with it). do it because you deserve to be as defiant as you need to be, and can--and, often, the relief of discovering you didn't even really need to be.

you deserve to live your own life observing and making informed decisions about your mental health, and what it looks like when something is making it better or worse, instead of living under the looming fear that your father's severe, unmanaged mental illness will manifest in you. hereditary or otherwise, you carry no one's relationship with their illness but your own.

you deserve that.

.....yeah. think i'm gonna keep posting about it here.

[crumbleclub]

Masked Bully Gang Headcanon Stuff

Idk, I wanted to talk abt them lol

Freddy Mask:

I subscribe to the belief that this is Jeremy, the main reason being that he's one of few characters known to be alive (survived the frontal lobectomy and all), which matched the Fredbear mask sprite not having posession eyes, and that it wouldn't be a stretch for him to have known Michael (were coworkers later on)

So this also functions as Jeremy headcanons, just mostly prior to and immediately after the Bite

Anyway, very expressive kid. Generally pretty happy but it's easy to tell what he's feeling either way. Heart on his sleeve type

Extremely casual, not super interested in following any kind of formality. Gets away with it because he's a total sunshine and people find it charming

His relaxed behavior sometimes makes others assume he's lazy or incompetent, but that could literally not be less true

Jeremy is extremely well organized and efficient

He can be very goal-driven as well. Excellent multitasker.

All that aside, he's not the type to overwork himself for no reason. He prioritizes his friends and his own wellbeing over achievements unless there's something very important at stake

Bounced around a lot growing up due to his family situation. He has a single parent who's having trouble getting by; he's been in cheap apartments, homeless shelters, foster care, living out of his family's car, etc. Things start to get better financially as he gets older

His family is generally good to him but they don't have adequate resources. That being said he's been around foster parents and other adults who are really shitty at varying times as well

Spends a lot of time outside and doing structured activities just to have a place to go

Boy Scouts, school sports, babysitting, youth groups for churches his family doesn't even go to, he just has to be doing something

Probably becomes an Eagle Scout at some point actually. He's ridiculously competent

His biggest flaw is being unusually vulnerable to peer pressure

Probably had the most guilt of the three after the Bite

Tried to make up for it as much as possible by going out of his way to take as many opposite actions as possible. Getting involved with fundraising for children's hospitals, anti bullying stuff, etc

His response at the initial event was a complete freeze. He and Mike were the only two who didn't run, but neither were much help in getting Evan back down

Jeremy just kind of... stood there. He doesn't remember it.

Eventually jumped at the opportunity to be a night guard in hopes that it might help Evan and the other kids

Mike's most consistent friend through the years

Also the same age as Mike, they're probably 2 months apart or something like that. 13 when the Bite happens

Chica Mask:

I feel very strongly that Chica mask has a bowl cut.

Using he/him pronouns for him in this bc that's what he used his whole life but I do wonder if he'd end up identifying differently had he lived longer

From a big family, middle child but has mostly younger siblings still at home

And when I say big family I mean 10+ siblings. I would not object to it being closer to 20.

They struggle to make ends meet but not to the extent Jeremy's family does

Totally starved for attention

His parents love their kids, they just have way more responsibility than they could feasibly handle well + end up neglecting their kids out of a lack of parenting skill

They also don't really delegate responsibilities so nobody's really sure who's watching the younger kids at a given time

Nobody notices in all the noise when Chica kid leaves to go with his friends or comes back or gets into trouble etc

He's also not been taught some basic social stuff bc nobody had time for him. He doesn't understand boundaries at all bc he's used to a chaotic full house with little siblings climbing all over him and having to shout to get any attention etc etc

Probably the angriest of the three

He's a little younger than the others, 12 when the Bite happens. He's also small for his age and makes up for it by being Really Loud

Chihuahua energy

Probably the most likely to get into trouble even without his friends around (Mike is similar, but the other two aren't)

Ran when the Bite first happened. Terrified. The guilt never quite got to him because he couldn't get past the initial shock of what happened

He was scared, and angry, and confused. He hadn't expected it to happen; he was just lashing out blindly like a dumb kid.

The only one who didn't go to Evan's funeral

He reached out for help about a thousand times in a thousand ways but nobody ever did anything. His family didn't seem to realize anything had even happened no matter how loud he screamed for help or how badly he acted out

I don't know how he died yet. From the town's perspective, he wandered off one day and just disappeared

Idk if he got into substance use really early or if he did something self destructive on purpose or if he was just stressed and took too many risks goofing off somewhere dangerous or what, but I think whatever killed him in the end was how the Bite affected him, rather than William or anything like that

Bonnie Mask:

Probably the most well-adjusted, honestly

Quiet kid, smart

A little older than Mike, 14 when the Bite happens

Has a single dad; his mom died recently of an illness

Family does okay in terms of money; they're not rich but not struggling either

If he has any siblings I feel like they're far apart in age and not that close

He and Mike play baseball together or something. He's really into it but his skill level is pretty normal. Might be more into stats or trading cards than actually playing

Probably views his life in baseball movie format actually

Quick learner, more into the language side of things than like math tho

Probably learns foreign languages as a hobby but has awful pronunciation bc it's all from books

Another one who isn't likely to be cruel on his own, but he doesn't exactly feel that bad about it until the Bite, either

He honestly just. Never considered the consequences of his own actions?

Very out of sight out of mind type of kid. When he no longer sees someone crying, he figures they must have stopped. The upset he causes others stops when he stops looking at them from his perspective

Had trouble making friends so he just went along with whatever the few he did have did and didn't think about it much

The Bite was a very harsh awakening for him

He ran. Completely panicked.

In the most normal turn of events, he told his dad and went to therapy about it and stuff

Developed a fear of blood over it. Never went back to Fredbear's.

Probably visited Evan's grave more regularly than any of the others

Shut down to some extent afterward. Kind of stopped having friends at all

William killed him in the end. I'm not sure whether it had anything to do with Evan or not, but he was lured and killed much like the MCI kids

Despite being in his teens at the time, Bonnie kid had never had a lot of reasons to be wary of strangers. The adults in his life were kind to him, and he trusted William's intentions until it was too late

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

(A young teenage girl with disheveled hair rushs into the library and dives behind the librarian's desk, making herself as small as she can. Just then, three more teenage girls walk into the library. )

"Where did that freak go?"

(With tears in her eyes and a split bleeding lip, she looks at the Mr. Sun, silently begging not to kick her out of her hiding place.)

*Sun notices the girl run in and hide behind his desk. He's immediately alerted and concerned by this, then sees the other three girls walk in. It doesn't take him long to connect the dots.*

*He approaches them, putting on his best smile.*

"Hello, friends! May I help you with something?"

[mosspapi]

I truly do not understand how my parents expect me to just. Be totally chill and normal and have no rules or issues with food completely out of the blue, as if they didn't spend literally my entire childhood from ages 0 to 19 like. Fully banning 90% of "junk" food, not allowing anything other than water or juice more than once a month on special occasions, only letting us have fast food more than once a year (if we were lucky) when it was literally medically prescribed to me bcuz I was so underweight and deficient in shit I needed a neurologist to tell me if I didn't eat Pringles every day I would probably die, literally saying to my face that the blood sugar gummies I ate bcuz I was too sick to keep anything else down were "too high calorie", saying that even iceberg lettuce is unhealthy, and so much more. Like. You guys. Why are surprised that I'm not comfortable having two cups of iced tea in a single day. I unironically feel like I should be taken out back and shot for doing this. And that IS your fault. You cannot act surprised that I'm like this when you are the ones who raised me to be this way.

[mommy-dust]

!!Vent!!

Why do I have to deal with so much, why do I have to work so hard. Why is everyone better than me. Why am I so ugly, so weak, so bad at everything. Why did I have to be me. I could have been born as one of those preppy swifties, the girls that play 50 sports and can actually run, can actually fit in, but no. I can’t even express myself without people saying shit like “wrist check” “look its the suicide squad” “what the fuck are you wearing” “ARF ARF ARF”. Why can’t I ride like everyone else, why am I so stupid, why can’t I understand math. It’s overwhelming, i have to think about myself, about them, about the horses, keeping myself safe or whatever, playing my guitar, getting dressed, staying healthy, getting exercise, being fucking happy, them being happy, masking, trying… why does everyone else have to try.