#never mind my bruises

[sammaggs]

read my latest fic on ao3

[bruciemilf]

Alfred: Lieutenant Gordon turned on the Batsignal exactly 20 minutes and 30 seconds ago. Just thought you’d like to know

Bruce who’s been redoing his eyeliner all day, about to have a breakdown cause he can’t find his eyeshadow: 19 minutes.

[buckys-goodgirl]

am I a slut.. for halloween costumes?

he’s so handsomee omg i can even think of some crazy shit to say.

[nikoisme]

Nothing like a story where the happy ending is death aaghh

[blujayonthewing]

exposure therapy [giving my OC an attitude of resignation towards things that make me feel like turning myself inside out]

[bunnyboy-juice]

honestly i can't stop staring at the incision sites

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

I don’t know if you already said this elsewhere, but did the Zenin ever hurt Megumi in a way it simply wasn’t possible for them to explain? Like being poisoned or bitten by one of the dozens curses? Did Gojo catch them red handed (the red is literally megumi’s blood💀)?

The first time that they hurt him in a way that they couldn’t explain away was the last time they hurt him, because Gojo immediately cut them off and refused to ever let them ever get near Megumi again. The Zenin didn't fully realize this at the time they had custody, but legitimately the only reason why it got as far as it did was because Gojo didn't know.

They weren’t exactly advertising “yeah we beat him when we have him” to him, but it wasn’t exactly because they thought gojo would put a stop to it, per se. They didn’t tell Gojo anything they did to Megumi because they felt absolutely entitled to him. They didn’t want Gojo’s input or interference, and they didn’t like feeling like they had to ask for permission around this with Megumi. But they didn’t think he actually would cut them off from him.

In the Zenin’s mind, Gojo doesn’t love Megumi. He’s never loved Megumi. Megumi’s just a political pawn to him, a way to insult the Zenin and steal their most valuable technique for his own. And he got way more value from letting them see him. He got to have his influence on someone who was very likely to be clan head one day—if Megumi’s cut off from them entirely, he’s not moving towards being clan head. He got a bargaining chip with the Zenin—he could further his own goals by offering them more time with him. Megumi’s a powerful piece of leverage but only if Gojo actually uses him. Him intervening to protect Megumi by severing all contact doesn’t further his own goals, so when it all came to a head, they pretty blindly assumed that he wouldn’t give a shit about what they had just done to Megumi, because at the end of the day, they thought he was going to keep using Megumi for his own ends, which meant giving them access.

Instead, Gojo immediately pulled the plug on the entire situation. They never touched or saw him again. The first time that Megumi saw them after the incident that made them go no contact was when Naoya came to pick him up at his school.

[tenok]

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[endious]

cadie.... need ur take on janey... NOW.... 🙏 my lil sapphic heart is thumping hard for her fr

-🔪 nonnie <3

mommy? sorry.. mommy ?? sorry… mommy? sorry,,..,.

look up hot goth girl and suddenly jane is the only one showing up

she’s literally ? i cant explain it shes mean but in a condescending and sweet tone ?? DOES THAT MAKE SENSE AM I STABLE ???

“oh princess look at you, you’re shaking. did i not fuck you hard enough, hm?” and it doesnt matter what your response is because whether you agree or not she’ll claim you’re being bratty and you need an attitude adjustment. good luck because its fucking torture i’d rather get beat by jeff than be forced to crawl around naked with a collar and chain leash on because jane loves to humiliate you as much as she can. but you’re into that arent you. how far will you go before you crumble like a cookie and start to cry prettily for her forgiveness? only time will tell with jane.

shes “nice”… if you count letting you take showers with her as niceness. she’s such a possessive bitch, always got a hand on you and grabbing you tightly whenever you go somewhere with her. and if you ever mention jeff? she will get violent with you to a certain extent. slapping your face until your cheeks are sore and tears are in your eyes, forcing you to choke on her strap until you think you’re about to vomit from gagging so much. the punishments vary depending on her mood but as long as you dont ever speak of that name you’ll survive a little longer in her care.

her presence is enough to make you nervous and hiding behind her like a little puppy. she’s got this air about her that instills fear inside of you. she doesn’t often wear her mask around you either, she doesn’t feel the need to and you seem to like how she looks anyways so its a win for both sides right?

oh did i mention shes a good kisser? like you could cream your pants just from a make out session with jane. “c’mon, baby, suck on my tongue like a good girl. show me how badly you want it.” it’s so sloppy too, messy from saliva dripping onto your chin and down to your shirt. she likes defiling you though and turning you into putty in her rough textured hands. twisting you into a compliant pet with a want to satisfy her and please her.

[stabbylambchop]

Hey uh

anyone here on Art Fight this year or-

Cuz I'm on there, same name and everything. I'm on Team Vampires.

You can like, add me or whatever...I mean, if you want...

I haven't interacted with anyone on here or even really drawn in a couple months, sweet pulsating spider-christ ...

[halinski]

Trigger warning for sh topic in tags, just me rambling, dont read, if you do its at your own risk of wasting your time lol 🙈

[daz4i]

pro tip: if you want to hit something to let out some rage, don't use an open palm or you might end up damaging the blood vessels there

[pessimisticprincess]

i dont know if i’ll ever stop mourning how i thought things would turn out and the person i used to be

[runihura-kek]

starting to think of my life, in mind nostalgic flashbacks edits with Lana songs, and God I can truly make everything beautiful.

[forgotten-daydreamer]

as someone who gets hurt quite frequently, here's my top 4 in no particular order:

1) less than a year ago, 190°c (374°f) hot glue dripped down my fingers and melted the skin along the way. it hurt so bad i gagged multiple times, and what hurt the most was that it actually kept hurting for hours. not just my hand's, no, my whole arm's, and even my shoulder's nerves burnt like they were actively on fire for several hours. the skin there has a different texture now.

2) during quarantine, i plugged in something that had a faulty wire, so it caught on fire, but the fire wasn't what burnt me. the fire melted the plastic around the wire, and the melted plastic fell on my hand. hurt like a bitch (less than the hot glue though). still got a little scar that never healed well.

3) last year, i gave myself a bruised heel. that sounds unserious, but i actually couldn't walk on it for two weeks. my calcaneus was intact, but muscles and nerves around it were not. how did that happen? i stomped too hard (don't ask). had to go to the ER less than 24h later because i couldn't even lay in bed still, the damn foot just hurt on its own. what hurt the most, looking back at it, was my pride, because it doesn't matter how often i used them in my life, i still can't figure out crutches.

4) had a migraine that lasted three whole days. i couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't open my eyes, couldn't even swallow. it just hurt. i threw my soul up and it only aggravated my migraine, then i went blind, then i passed out, then i threw up again. i was blind for about ten hours out of those three days. all i could see besides nothingness were flashes of light, but since i was in a completely dark room, that was worrying. i did sleep, but only 2-3h per night, so it didn't help. my mother called the hospital and they told her to call my doctor first, but my doctor had just retired without a warning so we gave up. i couldn't possibly make it to the car anyway.

(my burns have healed, my heel's doing better, and i'm on migraine medication now)

[foldingfittedsheets]

Something that literally changed my life was working with a friend on a coding thing. He was helping me create an auto rig script and was trying to explain something to me but his words were just turning into static in my brain. I was tired and confused and there was so many new concepts happening.

I could feel myself working toward a crying meltdown and was getting preemptively ashamed of what was about to happen when he said, “Hey, are you someone who benefits from breaks?”

It broke me.

Did I benefit from breaks? I didn’t know. I’d never taken them.

When a problem frustrated or upset me I just gritted my teeth and plowed through the emotional distress because eventually if you batter and flail at something long enough you figure it out. So what if you get bruised on the way.

I viscerally remembered in that moment being forced to sit at the table late into the night with my dad screaming at me, trying to understand math. I remembered taking that with me into adulthood and having breakdowns every week trying to understand coding. I could have taken a break? Would it help? I didn’t know! I’d never taken one!

“Yes,” I told him. We paused our call. I ate lunch. I focused on other stuff for half an hour. I came back in a significantly better state of mind, and the thing he’d been trying to explain had been gently cooking in the back of my head and seemed easier to understand.

Now when I find myself gritting my teeth at problems I can hear his gentle voice asking if I benefit from breaks. Yes, dear god, yes why did I never get taught breaks? Why was the only way I knew to keep suffering until something worked?

I was relating to this same friend recently my roadtrip to the redwoods with my wife. “We stopped every hour or so to get out and stretch our legs and switch drivers. It was really nice. When I was a kid we’d just drive twelve hours straight and not stop for anything, just gas. We’d eat in the car and power through.”

He gave a wry smile, immediately connecting the mindset of my parents on a road trip to what they’d instilled in me about brute forcing through discomfort. “Do you benefit from breaks?” he echoed, drawing my attention to it, making me smile with the same sad acknowledgement.

Take breaks. You’re allowed. You don’t have to slam into problems over and over and over, let yourself rest. It will get easier. Take. Breaks.