#major tw

[trashfeminabag]

MAJOR TW FOR SA/TRANSMISOGYNY

i've just found out about the practice of "V-coding" - essentially, systematized r-pe of trans women in men's prisons in the US. it's genuinely awful and terrifying how much our bodies are commodified and objectified, to the point where we're acceptable targets for r-pe in the carceral system, and nobody in power gives a fuck. no politician is talking about this, nobody in power that i know of has said anything about wanting to changed the systemic, mass r-pe of trans women.

it goes to show how much trans women - especially trans women who are incarcerated - are still viewed as expendable, 'acceptable targets' by society, not deserving of basic human rights or decency. if this were being done to cis women, people would riot, but not a peep for the use of trans women as modern-day "comfort women" in prisons.

my heart breaks for these women. please, let me know - genuinely - if there's anything i or anyone else could do to help.

[octomint]

boyfriend activities

[sorrowfulrosebud]

The Lone Wolf (again…)

Wolf! Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Contents: in which Wolf! Katsuki royally fucks up

Genre: extreme angst

CW: this is a very dark fanfic so I can’t really put the tws without spoiling the story. I’ll try my best anyway. TWS for blood, neglect, death and etc.

This is for @vampyrsm s collaboration! I’m sorry it took so long but it’s finally here! It can also be considered an alternative AU for my papa wolf series and can be read as a stand-alone piece.

“I’m leaving you”.

These were the words that made you stop scrubbing the dishes in the basin as the muscular frame of your mate stood unbreakably behind you. Your brows furrowed at the proclamation, wondering where the hell it had come from.

You had had a slight idea that he was unhappy, being more growly and quick to trigger than usual, but you had just assumed that he was nearing his rut again. Determined to see what he had to say, you stood your ground and remained facing the stone basin. The slight trembling in your hand informed Bakugou that you had indeed heard what he had sprung on you and took your silence as a means of continuing his speech.

“I’m getting soft and weak, for god’s sake. I’m a wolf, not some sort of damn domesticated house pet that you can play with whenever you feel like it. I can feel it that staying here is making me lose my edge, and what kind of wolf would stay with some sort of weak little human like you, huh? The very idea would have you slaughtered in my pack for acting like a domesticated pet,” Bakugou spat. The way he borderline snarled the word made it seem like it was some sort of dirty slur.

But I suppose, when you are forcefully ripped from one lifestyle and thrown into another, you’re bound to feel shaken up. That’s the strange thing though. The last year and a half of your life after meeting him was the best time of your life, and judging from the endless belly rubs, walks in the woods and helping him through his ruts, you were certain he had the same feelings for you as you did him.

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The way you had met was less than conventional; when checking your rabbit traps and snares in the forest, you had found Bakugou muzzled, naked and chained by a collar to one of the thickest trees with a huge gaping wound slicing his Achille’s tendon to prevent him from running away. (Not that he could have to begin with. You figured that it was to add insult to quite literal injuries).

As a twig snapped under your hunting boots, the thrashing of the chain ceased as carmine eyes pored into yours. You were mesmerised by how a well-sculpted man could seem so animalistic until you were able properly see the well hidden ash blonde ears tucked in with the rest of his hair and with a quick swish, you were also notified of a fluffy tail being raised on alert. A sharp snarl pierced the air as Bakugou tried lunging at you, secretly dying internally from the horrible humiliation of someone from the species he’s mortal enemies with seeing him in such a disgusting manner.

In Bakugou’s pack (as he explained to you), being even remotely associated with humans would mean that you were the lowest of the low; a domesticated dog who would do cheap tricks for their master. Bakugou had been found sneaking off to the local human village to observe how humans function as a society, to study what they eat, how they take care of their young and how they farm crops. The leaders of the pack (his parents) decided that the punishment should fit the crime:

First, the traitor would be stripped naked as a symbol of stripping their morals for the enemy

Next, the heels would be sliced open to prevent any further disloyalty to the traitor’s new master by running away after the disloyalty for the pack was displayed

Then the traitor would be muzzled since it is a reflection of the biggest rule in the pack: NEVER SPEAK TO A HUMAN

The most humiliating thing was next. The traitor would be collared and leashed to a tree in hunter territory since acting like a pet means that you get treated like a pet, much like a dog being chained to a kennel. If the traitor loves humans so much, they can see how much they enjoy being skinned for their fur and having their teeth torn out for jewellery.

Eager to help the handsome stranger that you found, you raised your arms in peace and ambled slowly in front of him. You were EXTREMELY aware of his claws so you sat a good three feet away. Bakugou couldn’t deny that he was intrigued by your actions; he was still highly on guard but most hunters would have raced away for a spear or bow and arrow to put him out of his misery. With a small smile, you had introduced yourself to him to try to establish some sort of relationship, only to be met with an annoyed growl and chuff of his breath. In an instant you totally remembered that he was naked and rootled through your bag for a spare pair of hunting trousers that you carried. Your soft hands held them out to Bakugou to see if he wanted them instead of sitting there with his whole body on show.

Bakugou made no move to grab them from you, thinking that you had doused them in chloroform or some other drug that would seduce him to sleep. Instead, he just glared at you with intense eyes. The yanking on the chain had stopped completely as he studied you ferociously.

“Go on, you can take them! I can’t guarantee that they’ll fit you but I’m sure it’s better than sitting out here naked and covered in your own blood,” you offered with a gentle smile. Katsuki glowered at you as you set them down for him and turned your back so he could change himself.

Internally, Katsuki was in two minds; accept the clothes and kill you at any point in time if you threatened him, or sit here bound and helpless for god knows how long…

Katsuki growled as the fabric temporarily dug into his bleeding heels. He eventually managed to shimmy them up his legs, toned calves strained against the fabric due to their size.

“Are you done? Can I turn around right now?” You asked him politely. Katsuki let out an annoyed growl at your question, but you took it as a yes. You turned back around, borderline chuckling at the size of your trousers on Katsuki’s lower half before immediately being shut up with an angered glare.

“Okay, I’m sorry. Now you’re going to have to stay still whilst I-” you fumbled in your pocket for a knife, the silver blade glinting in the sun.

You only just managed to avoid the swiping of claws against your skin as Katsuki lunged for you, hackles raised and sandy ears pulled taunt against his head. Your fingertips pressed against the wound and you audibly winced at the amount of blood; even though he nicked you, there was still 4 big slits in the side of your tunic.

“Fuck, shit that hurts! What the actual fucking hell, asshole?!” You yelled at him, “I was going to unlock the muzzle around your mouth!”

Katsuki still growls, but his ears go back to normal. His entire body feels so… sluggish.

“Woah, hey are you okay?” Your face donned a worried look as the adrenaline of his night finally floated away from him and he slumped unceremoniously at your legs.

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The pops and crackling of the toasty fire surrounded Katsuki’s senses as he finally started the descent out of sleep. He had no fucking clue where he was; there were certainly no soft couches back in his cave, nor were there little carved woodworks of various woodland creatures.

A soft humming could be heard from what Katsuki would assume to have been the kitchen. You entered Katsuki’s eyesight with a carefully balanced tray of stew (lamb by the small of it), and placed it carefully on the oak coffee table next to your plush couch. Katsuki shot up from the couch, snarl in his throat, ears all the way back and hackles raised as you raised your hands once again.

“Hey, relax, please! I’m not going to do anything, I swear! I just wanted to make sure you’re alright. You passed out on me in the woods, so I took you back to my house to clean your wounds and feed you,” you lowered your hands to your waist and looked at Katsuki for his reaction. His ears slowly went back to their original position, the glint from his fangs could still be seen. His breathing was harsh, toned pecs heaving in his fear rage.

He slowly reached for the bowl of stew before sniffing it.

Well, it doesn’t smell poisoned. He thought. Might as well eat some, I’m fucking starving.

He tucked in with hesitation, but as soon as the first bite of juicy lamb hit his tongue, the bowl was next to empty. You stood dazed at how fast he consumed the bowl before offering your hand out to him. Katsuki immediately shrank back on the couch.

“Woah, I just wanted to know if you wanted seconds? You’re obviously hungry and there’s plenty more in the pot if you want some,” you spoke gently to him, almost like he was a pup, or a wild animal. Katsuki clearly thought for a second before shoving the bowl in your chest with an annoyed huff. You smiled at him widely before trotting back into the kitchen.

It suddenly dawned on him that he didn’t have any extra heaviness from that damned collar on his neck, and upon further inspection, you actually had stitched up the gaping wounds on his ankles. He still wore the trousers you had gifted him, so he was at least quietly grateful that you granted him privacy.

Well. This is going to be one hell of a summer.

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“Katsuki, what the hell do you mean? You’re leaving?? When did you decide this?!” You turned around to face him properly and were instantly met with an annoyed expression.

“It doesn’t matter when I decided it, I’m fucking leaving and there’s nothing you can do about it!” He snarled at you. Deep inside, he loved you more than anything he could ever think of. He wanted to be your mate for his entire life, to wake up with you every morning and maybe if you would let him, indulge in his fantasy of having a few pups of your own. Alas, he had heard rumours around the village about a group of werewolves terrorising the local village’s cattle and he desperately wanted to see his old pack again.

“But Katsuki, please think about it! Where would you go?! You know that if your old pack were to see you again, they are more likely inclined to kill you!” You shouted at him, face crumpled up in tears.

“No they fucking wouldn’t, my pack respected and adored me! I just put my own personal interests before the safety of my pack, and that got me landed here in this shitty fucking cabin with you. A filthy human who would probably sell me to a hunter the minute I started acting like a true wolf,” he snapped back, his eyes dilating to pin pricks in his anger. Your own eyes glared back at him with tears delicately lacing your lash line.

“They. Fucking. Left. You. For. Dead. You went against your pack, and your PARENTS of all fucking people decided that they would slice their own fucking SON and LEAVE HIM FOR DEAD! I have done nothing but take care of you, through each of your ruts, each full moon, I EVEN FUCKING NURSED YOU BACK TO HEALTH.

DAY AND FUCKING NIGHT, I WAS AT YOUR SIDE HELPING YOU TO WALK AGAIN! EVERY INJURY YOU EVER HAD, I WAS THERE TO CLEAN UP AND KISS. SO DON’T YOU EVER FUCKING DARE SAY THAT I’M JUST SOME STUPID FUCKING HUMAN WHEN I WAS MORE OF A PACK TO YOU THAN YOUR OWN FAMILY!” The words were spewing like venom at this point, you couldn’t fucking breath and the tears were pouring down your face thick and fast. In an instant, Katsuki had a death grip on your wrist, carmine eyes reduced to slits and his ears were flat against his head.

“Don’t. You. Ever. Disrespect my fucking pack again. Y’know, my pack was right. Humans do nothing but brainwash you into domestic shit. This was a mistake from the start,” he spat maliciously. His claws were digging deep into your wrist, making your face screw up in pain.

“K-Katsuki, let go! You’re hurting me!” You sobbed as you tried to pry him off. It wasn’t until the smell of blood hit his nose that Katsuki realised that he had actually hurt you. With a cry of pain, you clutched your bleeding wrist to your chest. The red stained your shirt a violent colour.

Katsuki could feel his rage ebb away and was slowly being replaced by worry.

“Woah, hey are you ok-“ he tries before you flinch away from him, hitting your back against the sink behind you in an attempt to get away. Your whimpers physically hurt him in ways he never knew existed.

“Hey, don’t push me away! I’m trying to see-“ he tries again before you finally turn to him and his heart breaks further at your teary face.

This was such a stupid fucking thought, he was so fucking stupid, why the hell would he leave you for his old pack?! Katsuki finally reflected on your words before his blood felt like ice. Why would he say such awful things to you to try to prove to an old pack who left him for dead?!

“Baby, please, I want to help,” he borderline whimpers, ears twitching dolefully. Your face screwed up in anger before you stood at your full height.

“You want to leave you fucking bastard, then leave. I’m not going to fucking stop you. I hope your pack was fucking worth the one person who stuck with you these last few years. Now, get the fuck out of my house.” You snarled lowly, eyebrows furrowed in pain. Katsuki reached out for you with a trembling hand before you started borderline shrieking.

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE BEFORE I CALL THE DAMNED HUNTERS TO SKIN YOU ALIVE!”

Katsuki had never felt so low in his entire life. You started swaying in your rage, trying to shoo him away. He let out a whimper as he looked at you one last time before fleeing out of the house, your screams of pain and fear ringing in his head.

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1 year later…

Katsuki was miserable. Utterly, and purely miserable. He had found his old pack, and for a moment that had hope flutter through his stomach. Until of course, as you predicted, they tried to kill him for his betrayal (and the fact that he still stank of human).

Slurs of “pet” could be heard through the snarls as Katsuki had narrowly avoided claws and fangs, before tumbling down a hill and running for his life. It was against his morals to do so but he couldn’t face losing another family.

For the past year, Katsuki had tried making his own way of life; finding a small cave further into the mountain range near your cabin and stealing from the local village for meats and blankets. He made his own new home, but it didn’t feel the same without you whatsoever.

He missed you. He missed your sleepy smiles, he missed your stupid little jokes, he missed kissing you awake on Sunday mornings, he missed… you. Every night, his hands loosen the thick red collar you had given him as a joke and thumbed it carefully. Trembling hands caress the leather as small tear stains plop onto it and whimpers reverberate around his cave. It may have started as a joke, but he never took it off even after you threw him out, only to lament painfully on his regret. Most nights he substituted your soft body for his tail, clinging on to it until it hurt.

He hadn’t seen you for a year. 365 days without your cuddles, belly rubs, gentle kisses and warm smiles. Katsuki could feel himself going mad, so he made a decision.

He was going to apologise.

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Katsuki checked his appearance in a puddle that had accumulated in his cave; his hair was somewhat kept better, his ears and tail were freshly groomed and he held a large bouquet of wild flowers he found in a field.

Katsuki let out a shaky breath before hardening his face.

“I just have to show her how much she really means to me. I can’t- I can’t be without her.”

And so he began the trek to your cabin.

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He began to walk at dusk; it gave him a cloak of protection from hunters, plus you would be really surprised. It only took him about half an hour to find your cabin tucked snugly in the back of the woods. But the sight before him made his blood feel like ice.

The door was absolutely shredded. Large claw marks had sliced the door to oblivion, as well as the surrounding walls. Even though it was almost as thick as the trees that the wood came from, it was nearly folded in half and torn off its hinges.

Bile raised in his throat. As did his hackles.

“(Y/N?)” he tried anxiously.

No answer. However, he detected a new smell.

Blood.

He crept behind the door, immediately on high alert. Whatever did this was not fucking human.

His heart lurched dramatically at the state of your home; all of your belongings were either torn to shreds or thrown across your floors. Carpets were torn up, pillows shredded, curtains torn from their windows.

“(Y/N)! I’m not fucking joking, if you’re there then say something!” He yelled through the house. Fluffy ears twitched intensely, desperate to hear some call of validation. He was frightened absolutely shitless. The only other time he had felt so afraid was the day he lost you.

Creak…

Katsuki pinpointed the noise to upstairs. All survival instincts flew out of the window as he bolted up the stairs, only thing on his mind was to ensure your safety. He nearly fell down a few steps before reaching what was your shared bedroom.

The bile actually came out.

Your bedroom door was identical to the one downstairs; torn to shreds and laid in pieces on the ground. The soft blankets that laid on your bed had gigantic claw marks slicing through them, all the way down to your thick mattress.

Again, your curtains were brutally ripped off the window. The window itself had been smashed, shiny fragments glittering across the entirety of the room. Katsuki stepped lightly on the floor, the smell of blood poisoning his sensitive nostrils.

It was the strongest in your bedroom and-

“Oh my fucking god, no.”

Strewn like a rag doll, mangled on the floor in an inhumane position was

you.

The exact same slices on your door were buried deep into your stomach and neck. Thick, red torrents of blood seeped from your body and deep into the wooden floor. Your eyes had completely glazed over, staring back at him with gray.

Tears had crept down your face in your last few moments; Katsuki could smell the salt on your face.

“B-baby? Oh my fucking god, please no!” He screamed brokenly into your corpse. His tears dampened the dress you were wearing (the same one you wore when he tore your heart from its chest). All Katsuki could do was scream in pure, unfiltered pain at the loss of his love.

Memories of you both flittered through Katsuki’s mind. Mornings where the sunlight trickled into your bedroom as he studied your face sleepily. Memories of the sweet and shy kisses, of lazy summer days, of comfort from agonising nightmares all cursed Katsuki as he mourned your death.

He truly had nothing now. No family. No friends. No you.

So, Katsuki did the only thing his paralysed mind could think of; the same claws that scarred your wrist brought hell down on his neck, his claws shredding his gullet within seconds.

Katsuki coughed, once, twice before the metallic tang of blood seeped into his mouth and seeped down his face in buckets. Not that he could see before due to the tears in his eyes, but the quickening of the blood down his body reduced his vision greatly, black spots already swimming in and out of his peripheral.

He only managed to sink down beside you, wanting his last dying moments to be beside the very person that made him happy. The very person who changed his life. The very person who’s life he had ruined.

Through the tears, Katsuki nestled his head close to you, tears dripping on to your wounds as he found it increasingly difficult to breath. He gasped unconsciously for breath as he tried to grip on to you, feeling scared of his descent into death. As long as you were there, he would follow you and plead for forgiveness.

He started to feel content.

‘I- I’m so sorry. I’m coming,’ he thought. His face rested on your shoulder as his body started to shut down completely.

But it wasn’t until his final breath did his eyes shoot open one last time at the sound of the four small whimpers across the room.

“D-daddy?”

[seven-oomen]

MAJOR TRIGGER/SPOILER WARNING FOR VENOM: THE LAST DANCE ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️

Since I don't see many people talking about this yet.

But I have seen the movie and I need to warn my fellow symbrockers.

Especially those struggling with mental health or whose main trigger is death.

Under read more from this point

One of the main characters sacrifices themselves and dies permanently.

This is your warning for major character death.

[awkward-sultana]

2.05: POWER & PRIDE 2.10: GOD FORBID ANYONE TO EXPERIENCE THIS

[proudproship]

Dude, I'm gonna just come out and say it, why is it ALWAYS the hardcore antis who condone literal imprisonment, torture, and death upon proshippers that are ALWAYS either they themself a dark-fiction consumer...or an actual pedophile/necrophile/zoophile/etc???

Like dude, I've been friends with a few antis over the years, and I had this one dude screaming I liked kids because I joked, JOKED MIND YOU, that I'd make my VTuber avatar a loli to get extra money... In the same exact argument he revealed that he jerks off to photos of CONCENTRATION CAMP VICTIMS????? (He still insisted that was better than lolicon tho because "Well the photos I like are all adults"??? Those are literal real-life corpses of torture victims, dude)

Like bro... sorry but I've never met people with more depraved and disgusting fantasies than these fandom-cops that want you in jail for liking Len x Rin Vocaloid art 💀

I normally wait to answer inbox submissions but HOLY SHIT????

I mean I have a really heavy suspicion that all hardcore antis' kink is to tell kids to off themselves

And I believe that because when I was an anti, I was in a discord server and one of these dudes (he was a 27 YEAR OLD ADULT BTW) threatened a young teen in the server that if she didn't stop shipping "a proship" then he'd come to her house and... I'm not even gonna repeat what he said, but he said something that actually did get him a visit from the police-

Oh and "the proship" this girl shipped? Bubbline. A canon lesbian relationship between two consenting fictional humanoid adult women.

And honestly being subjected to those types of threats is what made me make this blog. I don't want anymore kids to be subject to serious abuse just because "oh no, fiction!!!!"

We all should know at this point that antis really don't know the difference between fiction and reality, and that's why they think it's okay to jerk off to literally illegal or morally despicable things, but they get so offended by lines on paper...

[tipzycat]

This latest chapter has my mind in a whirl. That and with the added spoilers...like...I'm sorry, but no one without some form of serious trauma goes to their sibling saying shit like "I'm sorry, but you're not my brother, you should be my son instead!" Or...whatever it was that Mikuni said.

So with that in mind...my brain came up with a very dark theory. BIG TWS FOR THIS

Lily has very clearly developed a big...BIG lie to cover up the fact that Misono's birth was from Mikado cheating on Kiroko (That's her name right?) With a maid. However...what if that is also a lie?

It looks bad on Mikado to be a CEO who cheated on his wife. However...wouldn't something like child SA look far more worse? Especially that of a maid...someone below him...assaulting his son?

He'd have to hide that very carefully from public view. Taking into consideration that Lily and Mikuni seem to have a bond with each other already, he more than likely tried to get Lily into hiding it as well (While being played and manipulated by Lily at the exact same time.)

Mikuni obviously is not comfortable with this. Yet he adores Misono very dearly. However the one who took this extremely badly is of course...Mikuni's mother. Why should she allow her baby's SAer to live? Much less the baby born from that? Mikuni took note of it driving her insane...at that time he probably didn't want her to actually die. Yet her killing someone he dearly loves...well he can't have that happen. Though he didn't expect Jeje to kill her apparently.

Now we jump into the current times. Mikuni more than likely had help from C3 and Lily in choosing Mahiru. In a way...Mahiru is similar to him. Yet all so very different. Mahiru had support in his times of need...Mikuni...didn't. So he sought Mahiru out for support.

Take us to the C3 arc...

This part. This is the part that Mikuni turned. When he shattered. I don't think that Mahiru meant to deeply wound him...he doesn't know what happened. However...YOU DONT SAY THAT TO SOMEONE REGARDLESS OF WHAT HAPPENED-

This is the turning point. This is why Mikuni is lashing out so badly. It also really didn't help at all when Tsurugi laughed in his face over this.

So...yeah...

I think that the spider web that Lily so carefully woven into place to keep this locked up...is unraveling under Mikuni's reign.

Also...

Misono looks nothing like Mikado...However...

If he didn't part his hair the way that his mother does...he'd be a purple Mikuni.

[yum-zlurplie]

tw: mention of nsfw of a underage character (gnarpy)

guys whats with all the gregnant gnarpy art on deviantart...

[the-overgrown-states]

WTTT Headcanons but they Get Increasingly Worse/Dark

If you are uncomfortable with neg of WTTT, please just scroll

This is how we (alters) are coping with source trauma

If you want dark headcanons, you’re allowed to submit asks - if you have limits, include those

This will contain talks of harming self, others, cheating, drugs, death, religious trauma, familial trauma, etc

READ WITH CAUTION

Texas gets into physical fights constantly

He genuinely believes being gay is a sin

He thinks he will burn in hell, and desperately is trying to repent

This is his main reason he hates California

Has hit California and other LGBTQ people before unprovoked

He’ll have episodes where he has to be physically restrained from other states because if he sees you do something wrong, he will lash out

Alaska has major self esteem issues

He was quite literally sold off to another country because he was seen as useless

His land is constantly disrespected and so are his people

Same with Hawai’i, but she gets hostile

Has fought people before because of how many people from their states are being bad tourists

Georgia disowned Florida for being gay

He felt it was to painful for his little brother to willingly go to hell

Florida was a child during the civil war

He actively participated in the war

Was severely injured most

Each confederate state got branded with “TRAITOR” on their back

Gov made everyone else watch

as “An Example”

The states all used to be human

Became states by dying

Everyone except California died by accident/natural causes

California commited suicide

California and Nevada get together to take drugs, gamble, etc constantly

They’d both be dead if states could die

[caffeinatedcutie3]

TW: RELIGION, CHRISTIANITY

Having a spiritual/existential crisis because of the talk I just had with a religious (Christian:[ ) family member. I want so dearly to accept the love of Christ as a child of God but WHY THE FUCK ARE ALL HIS CHILDREN AWFUL BIGOTS

I CANNOT FUCKING STAND THIS ANYMORE

WHY CANT PEOPLE FOLLOW WHAT THEY PREACH

FUCK FOX NEWS AND THE CHRISTOFACIST RIGHT WING COCKSUCKERS FOR HURTING MY FUCKING FAMILY AND TRYING TO RUIN THIS COUNTRY

[jesterboyz]

commission for @icyheart-and-friends !!!!! (> < )/

[typicalopposite]

Well hi there. I come to you with a gift. A gift to me from the lovely @scripted-downfall. A gift to you as well.

A gift that may not feel like much of a gift at all but I promise it will be so worth it in the end.

So I came up with a prompt for a fix it; one that doesn’t feel like a fix it at first because it goes wrong in ways far worse than the original ending. I then brought it to the angst queen herself and placed it lovingly at her feet and asked her to write it for me.

She said no.

So I begged and I cried and I pleaded and eventually she caved.

It’s beautifully tragic and gut wrenching and exactly what I wanted! Y’all are going to be blown away! And I promise (mainly because I know her and how delicately she handles these characters as she writes them) she is going to do the same with chapter two!

So without further ado. Please, please please please go check out Wait For Me (I’m Coming)

[unimportantweirdo]

⚠️⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️⚠️

oh i've relapsed hard

i haven't scratched myself in so long but when i'm experiencing intensely strong negative emotions i immediately lean back on self harm

[the-great-donatello]

(The centipede nudged Donnie towards the exit, scared)

-The body stays limp-

[lvc13l]

writing under the cut, have fun lovelys

(Warning for MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR TALKS OF S/H, and this is a way to vent for me, don’t read if uncomfortable)

“Why Doesn’t This Hurt”

People harm themselves for many reasons.

The pain in the body quiets the pain in the mind…even if only for a little while.

Some feel as though they need to punish themselves to make up for the pain they cause to those around them.

Others do it as a way to help regulate emotions.

Then there are those who start just because they’re curious.

They want to know how it feels and why those who start get addicted.

They don’t see why it’s so addicting

“It’s pain, it feels bad! Why would anyone like this and do it so often”?

Then they do it again.

Just to make sure they aren’t going crazy!

They know they can stop at any time.

But they do it again..?

And again…

Suddenly they can’t stop

The pain starts to feel good

The pain starts to feel right…

It doesn’t hurt anymore.

They understand now.

They understand why the people who were hurt choose to hurt themselves more.

They understand why people crave the feeling of the blade on their skin

They understand the love for seeing the blood slowly pool out of their open wound

They understand the feeling of seeing a bruise from after hitting yourself in that one spot over and over and over until it turns purple.

Please, god, don’t be like me

Don’t try to understand.

[violetsandshrikes]

I met a girl when I was fresh out of high school in undergrad who frankly, annoyed me quite a bit, but I also had an inkling to continue to be compassionate to her given a few things about her life/background/family

I ran into her two years ago. Last week, her daughter turned 1. This girl, let’s called her “P”, is a really good example of why I never feel comfortable mocking trad wives

Her perfect trad husband, who was a shining young figure in the local religious community, volunteered in all sorts of groups, well loved in his workplace and everything else, beat her up at 1 month post-partum. I reached out to her after seeing her desperately asking for a stroller on a page, confused and slightly concerned knowing both of them came from wealthy backgrounds.

The reality for lots of tradwives living “perfect lives” is this: P was immediately ostracised. All the wealth of her husband and her family meant absolutely nothing if she wasn’t in favour and doing what she was told. Her child and her well-being didn’t matter. P, at 25 years old, was basically deemed an oopsie, and left on her own to figure out how to pay for herself, a baby, find housing, and every other task you can think of.

Having known many of these women (and supported many of these women), another factor most people don’t consider is this: they are intentionally raised to be helpless. When I immediately offered my support to P, she really needed it. This young woman needed to be guided through how to apply for government assistance, how to weigh up rentals and apply for them, how to apply for jobs, how to sign up for childcare. How to sign up for your own power and internet, and how to connect them.

It wasn’t that she was “stupid”, or incapable, or spoiled. While it looks like they’re being sheltered, in reality, these women are practically being held hostage. Sure, they might be allowed to learn things that are expected of them (see: basic cooking, baking, cleaning, child rearing, women’s bible studies, hosting, and so forth) but they are heavily controlled from family life into marriage life, and they are never given the opportunity or the reality of what many of us would consider basic adult tasks.

She’s doing okay now. Her daughter turned 1, is happy and healthy. They live frugally, but they have a roof over their heads and the essentials. I often babysit for her so she can attend counselling, or go to a woman’s support group. She is painfully aware that she has so much to learn about how to live as an adult.

I don’t envy tradwives, but I don’t find any joy in mocking them either. Even when they live the most picturesque lives, they’re also practically living a real life Jenga game. If (and often, when) it comes tumbling down, they’re screwed too, and they often have 0 skills to help themselves or find community (that again, isn’t carefully curated).