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[radicalgator]

A lil change up now, from usual critters and creatures of the world of aeon to a lil beyond to the god of everything. 

[doloresdisparue]

Vladimir Nabokov, Interview with Alberto Ongaro for L’Europeo (1966)*

[high-on-the-dying-sun]

We All Break

Young Primo And Terzo 

TW: this piece of writing is centered around self harm. If this topic triggers you in anyway shape of form, I advise that you either A, proceed with caution or B, skip this entire.

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Terzo has no memory of when he first started cutting. though he does remember the first and only time his brother caught him doing it. He was 15 when it happened. Young dumb and stupid. he never thought he was going to get caught skipping mass. His father, when he wasn't being a drunken fool or harming his own children, was too busy to care. And His oldest brother was preoccupied with taking care of his future in the clergy. And his older brother (only by 3 months, but this never stopped Secondo from holding it over his head.) was always busy with defiling brothers and sisters of sin. It seemed that Terzo was the one who didn’t fit in.

Terzo was sitting in his dimly lit room carving lines into the flesh on his thighs. He didn't  even know why he was doing it, he just knew he needed it. He needed to stop the pain. “Fratellino, Are you in there?” Primo's muffled voice asked from the other side of the door. Fuck. Terzo jumped off his bed letting out a low growl as blood traveled down his leg, and the growl deepend as it ran into his pants that he was trying to get on. Terzo limped to his door not paying any mind to the blades he left on the bed. “Brother, How may I help you?” Terzo rushes out as he opens his door. “You missed mass.” Primo explained “I was worried so I came to check on you.” he continued after a moment of silence. Terzo tensed, quickly thinking of a plausible excuse. "I was feeling ill," he misled, letting out a rather fake-sounding cough. "Didn't want to risk getting any others sick." Primo looked skeptical, But nodded.

Primo stared into his brother's eyes, he was lying. Primo stuck his head into the room a bit and looked around. Never in his mind was he expecting to see a bloody rag and a handful of razor blades scattered on his brother's bed. He turned his head back to his brother, His eyes were starting to water. "Fratellino,what did you do to yourself?" He asked softly. Terzo started to step back into his room. And Primo followed him. “I'm sorry." Terzo crooked out, backing into his bed. Primo put his arms out to steady him "don’t be sorry child, but I need you to show me where you hurt yourself." He said slowly.

Terzo rocked himself back and forth where he stood trying to calm himself down. But it only seemed to make it worse. He could now feel the blood soaking his pants. “Please, Terzo, for the love of Satan, show me now.” Primo yelled. But he wasn’t yelling like Nihil did. No, his voice was fearful. He was scared for him. He cared for him. Terzo cried like a baby as he shakily pulled down his pants to show his brother. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. No one was supposed to know. 

The blood was starting to congeal, which made taking off his pants quite painful. When they were completely removed, he looked back at Primo. He looked scared. He saw all the old scars that ran up and down both of his legs. "Oh Fratellino, let me help you." Primo looked at him again with sorrow in his eyes. "I have rubbing alcohol and bandages in the last drawer to the left in the bathroom." Terzo whispered. Primo ran his hand through Terzo's hair, "Okay i will grab them in a moment, thank you for showing me.” He  consulted softly.

Primo rushed into the bathroom looking through every drawer. He had already found what he needed but he was still suspicious about what else Terzo could be hiding. And he was rightfully so. He found more razor blades; the majority had been rusted with blood. He saw the scars, there was now a deep ache in his heart. It was for Terzo, his little brother, who had been suffering all this time and never told a soul. Primo had no idea how long the cutting had been going on. But between the scars and the rust on the blades. It could have been years as far as he knows. He could feel the tears in his eyes but he soon blinked them away, he needed to help his brother.

Primo stepped back into the room after collecting himself, Tezo was now sitting on the floor shaking. He got down on his knees and placed the alcohol and gauze beside him. “Put your legs out for me please.” Terzo did as he was told. Slowly Primo picked up a rag and drenched it in the alcohol. Terzo hissed as Primo wiped the alcohol soaked rag against the cuts. “I know it hurts but don’t worry, it's almost over.” He said keeping his voice soft almost as if he was talking to a small child.  

it's almost over. It's almost over. Terzo repeated continuously in his head. All he wanted was for the pain to stop. Why had he been so stupid. He knew better to cut himself. It wasn't long before the metaphorical bridge collapsed and tears ran down his face faster than he had ever expected. Hell he didn't even get a chance to wipe them away and pretend he wasn't crying before Primo saw.

“Fratellino, look at me.” Primo whispered, removing the rag from the skin causing Terzo to shiver when the air hit the wounds, and along with that he looked up. “Terzo, tell me what's wrong. Tell me why?” Terzo remained silent for a moment, avoiding Primo's piercing gaze. "I don't wanna be me anymore." Terzo explained, whispering out. He was miserable. In fact he was so miserable that sometimes he would think the whole world would be better without him. “I can’t do this anymore.” he whined to Primo. “I'm tired of rotting away in life so it would be better if I was rotting in the ground, away from all of the world. Away from everyone." 

The confession left Primo frozen. Satans it was bad. “No it wouldn’t.” he needed  to defuse all of this. Primo needed to make Terzo understand how wrong he was. How it wouldn't be better. “It won't because I wouldn't have my Littlest Fratellino. And me and Secondo and the ghouls would miss you dearly.” he soothed. He was saying nothing but the truth and at that very moment Terzo felt his body collapse on itself. He only barely missed banging his head on the floor if it weren't for Primo rushing once more to hold him up. If it weren't for Primo Terzo could have been bleeding to death. 

“ Terzo, guardami, sono qui adesso, andrà tutto bene te lo prometto.” Primo said as Terzo let out all his sorrow into his brother's chest. “mi dispiace, per favore non ho mai pensato-” Terzo whined as his own sob cut him off.  “It okay well work everything out, Fratellino, io sono qui qualunque cosa accada.” Primo explained as he continued to run his hand through Terzos hair. 

“Whatever is troubling you to the point you need to do this to yourself, we’ll figure it out together. No matter what.” Primo started knowing damn well it was going to be  the truth. Never again will he let Terzo do this, He’ll help his Fratellino until his own soul descends to the depths of hell.

[compellingthought-a]

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“Are you okay, you look kind of tense...” Lillian glanced over the room and back at Jasper, “... you wanna step outside for some fresh air or something?”

@lcstpaths​

[farklelucas]

A POEM A DAY➜ week twenty-three (insp)

[twistedexecutioner]

Wanna be an accurate bear anthro? Here’s the list.

Recommended Bear Body - https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/GENaPOP-Bear-MuscleBear-size/20449727 

Only Bear Head That Would Work - http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Tricell/125/127/22

Bear Ears - https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Nibble-Bear-Kit/7514833

Better bear tail - https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Happy-Paw-Short-tail-bentoanimesh/17184771

Cheek Fluff - https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Cheek-Fluff/8742802 Extra Hair/Fluff - https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/PH-Mane-Kit-01/5535283

Optional Eyes - https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/FATE-Oculi-Realistic-Dilation-Mesh-Eyes/19126930

Optional fangs - https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Fangs-Tusks-Kit-by-Sweet-Thing-Create-your-perfect-custom-look-Vampire-orc-troll-demon-any-fantasy-creature/18815136

Textures for bear heads, old cheek fluffs, bear ears and better tail I got covered.

[crunchetime]

Undead lady 💚🩸

[rastronomicals]

8:50 AM EDT September 17, 2023:

Blind Faith - “Do What You Like” From the album Blind Faith (August 1969)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

Since tumblr in their infinite wisdom have decided that the cover art is not suitable under their standards, I’ll point you to it over here: http://www.lahistoriadelamusicarock.com/Music/blind-faith.jpg

File under: Supergroup Rock

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[ramyeongif]

The skin-brain axis is of emerging interest in the field of neurodevelopment and has prompted discussion asot whether atopic eczema's link with ASd may be unique from that of non-cutaneous atopic conditions. For instance, from 3 to 4 post-conception weeks, the brain, skin and skin appendages develop in syncrhonisation in utero, all originating from one of three primary germ layers, the ectoderm. Accordingly, whilst the neuroectoderm differentiates to form early derivatives of the brain, such as the neural tube, the ventral ectoderm develops into a monolayer epidermis. It, therefore, seems plausible that atopic eczema may be uniquely associated with neurodevelopmental outcomes relative to non-cutaneous atopic disorders.

Jameson et al., 2022 (Eczema and related atopic diseases are associated with increased symptom severity in children with autism spectrum disorder)

[avaritia-ffxiv]

tsukikotanshi replied to your post “hypa-hypa: Oh oh oh, du hübsches Ding Du bist...”

This compulsion is acceptable, yes yes.

Glad I am.

[favroitecrime]

"And when we are at a loss amidst the hypocrisy and the casual violence of certain individuals and institutions, we will, as per Chief Jim Hopper, punch some people in the face when they seek to destroy the weak and the disenfranchised and the marginalized. We will hunt monsters. And we do it all with soul, with heart, and with joy."

Held up about as well as a house made of hay.

Watch: Trust us that it’s not clickbait when we say this speech about punching Nazis was so fired up that it changed our lives

The theme of the 2017 SAG Awards was unity, unity, and more unity. For one of the final speeches of the night, David Harbour of Stranger Things collected the award for best performance by an ensemble, slinging (or rather, shouting) unity at the audience. The crowd got on its feet. In the audience, Courtney B. Vance, Lea DeLaria, and Viggo Mortensen can be spotted standing at attention. 

Gifs: The SAG Awards on TNT

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[cinder-no]

Nitro my beloved?! [1] [2] [3]

[nanaluvbug]

🧀🥪🌶️🥭 The Ravening War portraits  🧀🥪🌶️🥭

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[ID: a series of digitally illustrated portraits showing - top left to bottom right - Bishop Raphaniel Charlock (an old radish man with a big red head and large white eyebrows & a scraggly beard. he wears green and gold robes with symbols of the bulb and he smirks at the viewer) Karna Solara (a skinny young chili pepper woman with wavy green hair, freckled light green skin with red blooms on her cheeks. she wears a chili pepper hood lined with small pepper seeds and stares cagily ahead) Thane Delissandro Katzon (a muscular young beef man with bright pinkish skin with small skin variations to resemble pastrami and dark burgundy hair. he wears a bread headress with a swirl of rye covering his ears and he looks ahead, optimistic and determined) Queen Amangeaux Epicée du Peche (a bright mango woman with orange skin, big red hair adorned with a green laurel, and sparkling green/gold makeup. she wears large gold hoop earrings and a high leafy collar) and Colin Provolone (a scraggly cheese man with waxy yellow skin and dark slicked back hair and patchy dark facial hair. he wears a muted, ratty blue bandana around his neck and raises a scarred brow at the viewer with a smirk) End ID.)

[70sscifiart]

One of my favorites by Paul Lehr, used as a 1971 cover to "Earth Abides," by George R. Stewart. It's also in my upcoming art book!

[fuji09]

Stiles so enthralled he didn't even notice the door open. Also Derek totally looked at Stiles' lips in the second gif.

#context what context