#mentions of sh

[weepinglavenders]

OH MY GOD CREATIVITY!?

Thomas x Newt Modern Day Story Idea:

Based off of the song: Still a friend by The Backseat Lovers

Alby (love you but it’s for the plot) ether dies or cheats on Newt, leaving him an absolute mess where Thomas, his best friend and roommate is left to help him pull himself back up from his depression all while he’s fighting with himself and his feels for his friend. These mixes of emotions leave Thomas getting frustrated and he eventually blows up at Newt which leads to more pain<3

And then it’s followed up with another song: Sinking Ship by The Backseat Lovers

The fight leaves a whole between their relationship which causes many issues and now the two have to pull themselves together while trying to communicate without making into another fight.

YES TWO DAYS OF NO THOUGHTS AND IT HITS RANDOMLY GOOD JOB ME😌✨💪💪

All other story or ideas are being postponed until I feel like acknowledging them sorryyy

[mars-paws]

TW: Mentions of SH under cut

Cutting myself has never been a problem for me because I’m too afraid of blades to willingly cut myself with one. But that doesn’t mean Self harm wasn’t.

Just because you don’t cut yourself or break the skin does not mean it isn’t self harm. You are hurting yourself. That is self harm.

In school I would bite myself due to feeling guilt or anxiety. I never broke skin but I did, once, bite hard enough that I still noticed a mark, even if others didn’t, making the anxiety of my parents finding out worse. That is still self harm.

I hit my head into a metal pole, even if not hard, multiple times. That is self harm.

This is not meant to encourage self harm but it is to raise awareness that just because someone doesn’t cut themself that doesn’t mean they aren’t hurting themself.

[cottoncandykev]

Twomp headconnons

~~ARGOS~~

Argos can close his eyes, all of them

Argos has audhd and can have drastic shifts between understimulation

Argos has chronic migranes and light sensitivity bc of the eyes (me too man)

He is slowly developing more eyes, kinda like a parasite. I also belive they may kill him someday

He has those like, children's stars around his room

Argos tried to follow/stock/became obsessed with Mr Plant to purposefully get hurt by Mr. Plant in one way or another, as Argos seems to have depression to me and little to no self preservation. Possibly intentionally.

He struggles to read because of the overwhelming viaual stimuli from his eyes. He writes a lot but struggles to read what he has written afterwards. He needs big letters to be able to read.

Argos likes pampering Mr. Plant, by giving him things like spaw days or grooming his petals.

Argos is part spider or biblically accurate angel.

Argos is from the void. And that not everyone else there is actually from the void.

Argos secretly wishes that he could find other people who look like him.

The "humans" in the void are are humans that have been disfigured, eaither forceably or voluntarily to make themselves look like void residents. (Don't fully belive this, but I have some reasons why I belive this that I will probably get more indebth in a future post.)

--Mr. Plant--

Liked Argos from the start/secretly wanted Argos to keep coming around. He had chances to kill him and never did. And the episode when he went to Argos seemed more like a realization that he did care about him.

Mr. Plant does not think he's a bad boy and is confused why people think he is.

Mr Plant wanted to be a cryptid when he was younger, looking up to figures like Mothman.

He pitties Argos greatly.

Mr. Plant needs Argos more than Argos needs him.

Mr. Plant uses it/he pronouns and prefers being seen as an entity more than a man

He uses photosynthesis to get energy naturally,, but because it tends to be dark in the void and even then he barely leaves his own, he struggles to keep energy, and he doesn't retain it from food as easily.

He's MUCH more clingy than Argos. When he can he holds that man. All the time to the point where Argos finds it borderline annoying/exhausting

Mr. Plant secretly wants to be closer to people but between scaring people off and his anger issues he convinced himself he didn't.

Mr. Plant doesn't know his other half and doesn't want to know.

He won't show his arms to anyone. Because of sh such as scratching stats.

His hands are very rough and he's self conscious about it. (Alternatively Argos has UNATURALLY soft hands)

He has scars on his hands for one reason or another.

When he was younger he'd accidentally pluck his own petals.

His petals regrow, and he eaither looses one eveytime they regrow, or they have a randomized number every time they're plucked.

He is homoromantic asexual

He likes cats.

He can be watered. Argos likes to water him.

His petals are extremely sensitive and he tends to attack things thay touch his petals (Argos is an exception after he starts trusting him but he's not super fond of it unless its a spa day or smthin.)

He finds some of the things Argos does as creepy, yet endearing.

Let me know if you want more!! I probably have plenty I'm just not thinking of rn

[lunawolfiefoxy]

Please don't watch if you're sensitive to topics or hate seeing vent stuff (topics being mentions of sh)

Not doing this for attention, sorry if seems as such. Just a vent post that's been on my mind recently. Please no hate for this

Dialog:

Person: You must've had a great childhood

Me: *looks down* yeah... great

*smaller words say: "obey", "'it's just my stomach'", "lick", "blow", "kiss", "suck"*

Me: Someone, please, look over, stop this, save me

[certificated-angst-enjoyer]

If someone is threatening to harm themselves if you stop talking to them, I feel the best thing is to stop talking to then. They are already beyond your help and trying to drag you down. They will keep threatening and blackmailing. PROTECT YOURSELF.

I will do it once I am out of this guilt trip , thanks for your advice:)

[gh0stzblogs]

this might be 'controversial' but. does anyone else ever just. desire visible scars? not to injure oneself/yourself or be injured, just. to have scars.

[cultw3b]

This song makes me so sad but I don't know why😭

[jimothy-hopkins]

Meddling Kids, XII

WARNING! This work/series contains mentions of slut shaming, EDs, gore, implied torture, implied SA, SH, violence, and many other things that can trigger some viewers. I will also mention that this work does NOT intend to glorify, romanticize, normalize, or promote ANY of these behaviors or ideas. That is not who I am and that is not what I stand for. Please do not take that message away when you read this.

I finally got my motivation back again. They fuck shit UP in this one.

Jimmy and Pete sat across from one another, picking at their questionable lunches. The air was oddly quiet. They’d been waiting for their third partner in crime to join them for the last ten minutes. It wasn’t like Gary to be late. He exchanged looks with Pete, who raised his brows and flicked his eyes to the wide-open cafeteria door.

“Do you think we should look for Gary?” Jimmy asked, pushing away the sweet soft ground beef mess meant to be a soft taco.

“Do you think we should?” Pete responded.

“That’s why I asked you, you idiot,” he huffed.

Pete sighed, getting up to throw away the leftovers of his packed lunch. Jimmy took that as a yes and threw away his meal. Good riddance.

Jimmy threw a wink to Trent, who grinned and blew him a kiss in return. Pete rolled his eyes at Jimmy’s flirtatious antics, pushing the heavy doors open to exit the main building. Above, the stale sun shined on them. Only Bullworth Academy could make a perfect sunny day seem so bleak. The energy shifted as they walked inside the boys' dorms, where a few nerds sat on the couch watching Bill Nye as a desperate form of entertainment.

They disregarded the others that greeted them, opting to walk to the far end of the hall, where the lights were flickering or dead. Multiple cobwebs nested in the corners of the high ceiling, and dust bunnies curled into the floorboards. This place needed a serious revamp. Thank the gods Carbblesnitch decided to finally hire a construction company to renovate and expand the boy’s dorms. Jimmy was tired of having to use the locker room showers every morning. He was happy, even if it meant Jimmy would soon be woken by heavy construction and bear-bellied men yelling for whatever tool or jackass they needed to help.

Jimmy grabbed the doorknob, letting himself and Pete in unannounced.

“Hey bitch, why’re you late?” He raised a brow.

Gary suddenly jumped, yelling in surprise as he yanked on his signature leather armband to hide away his nasty habit.

“You morons ever heard of knocking?” Gary shouted.

“Well, we got worried,” Pete shrugged.

“Yeah, you’re not late, dude,” Jimmy added.

“Well, for your information, I have court-mandated therapy today,” the brunette grumbled.

“Oh,” Pete replied with wide eyes.

Jimmy stayed silent, nodding in acceptance as the gears turned in his head. He thought of Heartland Academy and Mr. Joiner, Daniel Lamb’s alias. He loosely remembered discussing hospital records. With Daniel’s past of violent murder, maybe they could find something within Happy Volts.

Well, the worst Gary could say was no.

“Can we come with?” Jimmy asked.

“Why? Wanna hear my sob story or look at the crackheads in the rehab program?” Gary grinned.

“Maybe a bit of both. We could use the free entertainment,” Jimmy replied with a neutral shrug.

“Alright, you can come, just don’t act dumb,” Gary said, exiting his dorm.

Instead of taking a reasonable route, Gary ushered them to follow from a weird backway. It was almost as if Gary didn’t want anyone to know. Jimmy could see why. The entire school falsely labeled him as an evil sociopath. He’d had plenty of moments where he wanted to sock someone in the jaw for talking shit. Who the fuck were any of those kids to diagnose his best friend? Sure, Gary could be a mythic bitch sometimes, but he was Jimmy’s best friend.

The trio ducked into bushes, and once away from Bullworth’s earshot, Jimmy spoke up.

“We’re getting that psychos’ records.”

“What?” Gary blinked.

“We’re gonna sneak in and try to get Daniel Lamb’s records,” Jimmy elaborated.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Pete asked, cutting between the two as they walked.

“Do you want to put an end to this whole murder mystery shit?” Jimmy replied.

Pete stammered, thinking, but Gary beat him to an answer.

“Yes.”

“You got a method to your madness?’ Pete asked.

“We sneak in and get it, boom,” Jimmy replied.

“No, those orderlies will see you. They have cameras in there. They’re old, but still cameras,” Gary explained. “You’ll have to sneak past orderlies and find uniforms in the laundry room. It’s in the back, but be quiet.”

“Got it,” Jimmy nodded while Pete nervously took an interest in his shoes and the dirt road.

They made a turn, Gary pointing ahead to an area covered by bushes and foliage, sending Pete and Jimmy on their way before he dashed to the gate.

Pete and Jimmy stood back, crouching as they watched Gary flash an ID card to an orderly, who opened the gate to let him in. He then entered the facility, an orderly at his side to escort him.

Jimmy and Pete sat there. It was a long twenty minutes they waited. Doing this was possibly one of the riskier things they’d done besides running into psychotic clowns and a drug gang. Hell, what hadn’t the three of them done? They should all collectively be in the county jail next to Johnny and Norton. Jimmy looked up, seeing the tree. He figured Gary was well into a therapy session about now. He turned to Pete.

“Can you climb trees?” He asked.

“You’re not serious about this, right? Can I just look out?’ Pete pleaded.

“No, I can’t sort through files and kick ass at once. Now climb the stupid tree,” Jimmy snapped.

Pete scrambled, struggling to use his core and upper body muscles to pull himself up the tree. Jimmy soon followed, letting out a quiet laugh as Pete landed hard on his ass. The pair crawled towards a bush, watching an orderly slowly pace, boredom and disinterest in his eyes. Once he fully turned his back, Jimmy and Pete ran for it, getting inside.

Gary hated many things, but therapy had to be up there.

He nervously fiddled with his hands struggling to make eye contact as Dr. Bambillo made notes on him. Gary felt more like a specimen than a patient as if he was something to be studied and not understood. He didn’t feel human here. He felt like a made-up villain out of some weird sadistic writer’s horror novel.

Dr. Bamillo cleared his throat, causing Gary to move his grey eyes to meet the man before him.

“Now, Gary, have you had any thoughts of hurting yourself? Or others, perhaps?” He asked with a raised brow.

Gary had to think for a moment. Did he want to go inpatient? Or shove it down and cork it? He couldn’t decide. Both options were terrible, but he had to pick his poison. He’d rather die than get locked up with the nut jobs here.

“No, I haven’t. Why?” He asked, his voice shallow.

“Well, I’ve seen a few of your behavior reports lately. You show apathy for your education and peers. You don’t seem to care. How does that look to you? Considering your brothers’ circumstances and your parents' name. Surely it’d be a shame to cost them both sons.”

Gary sat back, gritting his teeth as Dr. Bambillo ran his egotistical mouth. He hated this man with every bone, organ, and blood vessel he had. Gary always wondered why he left these sessions feeling worse than when he came. Gary wanted to go home. Hell, he’d rather be at Bullworth.

“Time and time again, I’ve read you have this loud, almost narcissistic confidence about you. Yet, when you’re here, it goes away. Perhaps it humbles you that someone with more knowledge and power is in the room? Does it bother you?” he asked.

“No sir,” he mumbled.

Dr. Bambillo looked Gary up and down, prying apart every weakened, cracked piece of emotional armor he’d built. Gary felt so small. All he could do was look away and pray to any god or higher power that would listen to make this all go away. Dr. Bambillo had long decided on him being crazy. That Gary had somehow gotten brain damage from falling off a horse one too many times, and now he was a screw loose from killing himself or others.

Just as Bambillo went to torment Gary with another invasive, unprofessional question, Gary popped.

“I’m not crazy! Stop it! Just stop it! I’m a normal fucking kid! I swear to god!” He screamed. “I’m not traumatized, I’m not depressed, and I’m not fucking crazy! Stop telling me I’m crazy! I know what I am, and I’m not some brain-dead sociopath that wants to kill people! I don’t want drugs, and I don’t want your stupid court-mandated therapy that doesn’t do shit!”

Dr. Bambillo’s eyes were wide, but his brows quickly furrowed as he reached for his pen to write.

That’s when the power cut, sending them and the rest of the facility into pitch blackness.

“SHit!” Jimmy yelled, fumbling with the other switches in the fuse box.

“What did you do!?” Pete yelled, pulling down his orderly mask.

“I don’t fucking know!” Jimmy hollered.

They scrambled to get out of the halls. Alarms and red lights were flashing as the cells opened one by one. The overjoyed, sadistic screams from the isolation unit echoed down the hall as helpless orderlies cried for security that was no match for the criminally insane. For the first time since he was a child, Jimmy felt genuine terror. Pete was also pretty sure he pissed himself.

It didn’t take long for them to yank an emergency exit open, scrambling as they rounded to their tunnel.

Petey collapsed in exhaustion, trembling as old, yellowed files scattered on the ground below them. Jimmy huffed, listening to the loud alarms and desperate screams.

Looking up, he saw a figure barreling toward them at full speed. Jimmy instantly reacted with a punch, sending the living body over into the dirt. A familiar yowl of pain escaped them.

“You moron!” Gary yelled, holding his now bloody nose.

“Shit! My bad,” Jimmy said, pulling the taller male to a stand and offering his mask as a tissue.

“Bitch! Fuck you mean ‘my bad’? You just released a bunch of criminally insane men!” Pete screeched, picking himself up off the ground.

“You let those maniacs loose?” Gary asked, alarmed.

“I didn’t mean to! I thought the switch was for the cameras, not the power!” Jimmy defended.

“Well, let’s fucking go ‘cause if we sit here, we’ll be some nice human leather!” Gary said as he shoved Pete forward before he ran.

Jimmy followed suit. Where had they gone wrong?

[skreebs]

I will not be satisfied until I am dripping and covered in red

Minor distractions keep me alive

17 chalases full to the brim

Crimson red seeping from my skin

Blood trophy

[keithbutgay]

hi!

um

yeah

notes goal post

because i really need motivation

(i stole some of these but shhhhh)

if this post gets 50 notes i'll drink water right now

100 i'll go to bed at midnight for the rest of the week

200 i'll actually do my laundry

500 i'll take a shower every day for the rest of the week

1,000 i'll brush my teeth every night for a full week

2,000 i'll stop binding for an unhealthy amount of time for a full week

3,000 i'll start actually wearing my ankle braces consistently

4,000 i'll eat breakfast every day for the rest of the week

5,000 i'll stop binding while sleeping

6,000 i'll stop wearing earrings i'm allergic to for a full week

7,000 i'll start doing makeup again

8,000 i'll stop eating chocolate for the rest of the week

9,000 i'll make my autodale masks

10,000 i'll touch grass every day for the rest of the month

11,000 i'll water my plants twice a week for the rest of the month

12,000 i'll put on my lotion when i need to for a full week

13,000 i'll eat at least two meals every day for the rest of the week

14,000 i'll finish my water bottle every day for a full week

15,000 i'll write more for forest files

18,000 i'll clean out my backpack

19,000 i'll take my vitamins every day for the rest of the week

20,000 i'll finish my stained glass project

21,000 i'll go to bed before midnight for the rest of the week

22,000 i'll do my summer reading

23,000 i'll move the knife out of my room

24,000 i'll eat three meals every day for three days

25,000 i'll stop purposefully triggering myself for a full week

50,000 i'll try my best to stay clean for two full weeks

i'll probably add more goals if this somehow get past 5k, but there it is for now :)

spam allowed

tagging allowed

ummm the deadline is halloween

*thumbs up*

go for it

[asociallyakwardpotato]

poem that i wrote on scrap paper. tw: mentions of self harm, suicidal ideation

Do you ever want to cry?

Of course

But do you want to drown in your own tears?

Oblivion at last

Your death a product of your own despair

Some might call this tragedy

But you're not a tragedy

Because tragedies matter

And what's another statistic,

that everyone ignores

But you are guilty too

Of ignoring your mind

Screaming in a cage of its own making

And you ignore the urges

Until they become overwhelming

And you're bleeding on the bathroom floor

And you pick yourself up

Clean up the mess

And everyone ignores the stains on the towel

The blood crusted beneath your fingernails

And then you start to lose hope

When they lie

Saying that your teenage years are the best you're gonna get

Bullshit

But I've lied too

Because this isn't you

It's me

[muttsona]

another personal post from tumblr user aroveins !

i feel i am going a bit insane and nothing is helping.! i thought after i got over my ex i would be fine. i got over my ex. i still dont feel fine. i knew realistically it wouldnt work like that. i was struggling before my ex, i was always gonna struggle after. and like, its better but only to an extent. need to kms actually but i have The Friends so i cant, no matter how much it pisses me off. i wanna be in the limbo between dead and alive, i dont wanna think about it anymore. meds domt even help whatever the fuck is wrong with me anymore, im considering stopping them all togethet because it doesnt seem worth it. like sure i felt bad before medication. but i actually think things might be worse now. i hate tjat stupid blue pill so much and i hate the things that come with it. hate that i was supposed to die 8 years ago. then 7. then 6. then 5. then 4. then 3. then 2. then 1. hate that im stuck here, stuck like this, because i couldnt just follow through one of those 8 times. i know one day theyre gonna catch on, and i know ome day ill have to confess everything, i also know i can easily stop that day from happening. theres yhis stupid notion in my head that im faking it because i dont want to die 100% of the time, and when i do theres always tjis waning feeling, like i only half wanna die. i want it all to stop but i dont want my mom crying during my funeral. i want quiet but i dont want my room to stay as it is forecer, always unmoving as i am. i feel like im stuck like this forever, i think im tired of trying to get better. does it ever.

[spacecatdraws]

notes game, i guess

HOLY FUCK

1 note: get a snack (currently hungy) ✅ (that was fast)

5 notes: i start trying to sleep before 12:00 am✅ (uhhh)

10 notes: i tell my friends that im scared of being abandoned and forgotten ✅ (idk if they care)

15 notes: one week without self harming behaving (not eating, not sleeping, banging head into things, biting myself) ✅ (countdown starts now: 10/16/24)

20 notes: i start trying to work out more✅ (im gonna be sore)

25: I get back into quadrobics✅ (I’m gonna be so sore)

30: i draw the doors x murder drones crossover and post it ✅ (gimme a minute ffs)

35: 10 random commisssions ✅ (drop your commissions in my ask box)

40: clean my room at least some ✅ (ugh)

45: try to stop scratching myself ✅ (why must i do this)

50: uh. fuck. idk, make some candles ✅ (fire, that’s lit)

55: learn to make safe foods for myself ✅ (I’m ok at cooking)

60: talk to my parents about my therianism ✅ (0-0)

65: play another round of this with tumblr ✅ (holy shit how did this happen)

tagging my moots bc i am slightly scare of you guys but i should probly do some of these :| @winedownthesink @candieduranium @rat-detector @rateater2000

@mrmorphea @mildlybizarrecorvid @kittykatkatelol @handdeliveredinternet @mythicalratcreature

no notif limit for anyone, but ffs if one of you blows this up i will haunt your inbox

[deepestturtlepielover]

I fucking hate being mentally ill I keep having paranoid delusions of 8 legged things I can’t even say the word because then I might truly spiral and start opening up my skin cause that’s where my brain is convinced they are I want to fuvking scream I need someone to tell me they aren’t in me and don’t go looking inside I just want to sleep this isn’t fair! Im in hell I’m in my own personal hell

[ciderjacks]

She’s the most like me

[toughttt]

"Ugh need" I say to an image of someone's cuts with a hospital room in the background