#tw reference to child death

[lycandrophile]

i absolutely cannot believe people are trying to start discourse about whether nex benedict was actually nonbinary / whether it was okay for him to describe himself as nonbinary to some people if he didn’t actually identify that way as if he isn’t literally DEAD because he was KILLED. this is a MURDERED CHILD and these monsters are so busy getting mad at the possibility that he might have been a trans boy who described himself as nonbinary to his family because that was easier for them to take that they’re turning a CHILD who was MURDERED into fucking discourse. even when we die at the hands of cis people’s violence, our own community finds a way to make us the villains of the story.

and all of this bullshit on top of the ways that cis people are already trying to say our grief over his death is unjustified. all of this on top of people claiming he wasn’t murdered and speculating on other causes of death (i literally saw someone say he “clearly went home and took the coward’s way out” and i have never been more disgusted) or claiming that he started the fight as if any action on his part could’ve been enough to justify his death. i am haunted by the sound of his father screaming that his child was not filth because that is what people have been saying about this poor kid, that’s how cruelly his memory is being treated, and even the trans community can’t get it’s shit together enough to look past the stupid discourse and see the tragedy in front of us. did you all forget that it was supposed to be up to us to grieve him in the way he deserves when the rest of the world fails to care if people like him live or die? did you all forget that this child was our sibling, the future of our community, a life that we should have had the chance to know and treasure while he was still here but that we now have a responsibility to hold close to our hearts in his absence? nex’s life was precious and it was ended far too soon and if you truly believe that anything is more important than mourning his life and fighting for a world where no more trans people have to meet such an awful fate, you’re a traitor to this community and you do not deserve the place you occupy within it.

i’m so tired. i can’t even imagine how tired his family must be, to see the public treat the child they’re grieving so horribly, to see the world fail their baby again. leave him alone. he was already robbed of peace in life; the least you can do is let him finally have it in death.

[s0fti3w1tch]

"Ghost" in My Dreams

[context] Raph was the last to see Leo before he disappeared. The guilt haunts him.

[furiousgoldfish]

Abuse seemed normal and justifiable to me, the entire time I was living in it as a kid. I didn't question it, the justifications and defenses would appear in my head before I would even start to get upset about it. 'They didn't mean that, they did it to make me stronger, to teach me how hard life is. They only did it out of anger, they wouldn't have done it if I didn't make them angry. It happened because I did x. They're my parents, they're doing what's best for me. I just don't understand yet because I'm not old enough but eventually I'll get why they're acting this way.'

It feels like that when you've never had a life away from abuse; it is the only normal way of life you've ever known, and implication that it might not be normal are too scary to explore, but also completely unbelievable. Because you would have to believe that you yourself are in a special situation where normal rules no longer apply. Rules like 'your parents love you and do everything for your own good', 'you need to listen to your parents, they know what they're talking about', and 'Your parents are just trying their best'. And you feel like you're nothing special, nothing that happens to you is special, nothing is out of the ordinary, you're feeling even less than normal, you feel like something is deeply wrong with you, rather than the situation you're in. Of course your parents are normal, and mean well, it's you who needs to get their shit together and stop being, whatever you are, it's unclear.

It can seem from an outside perspective, that a child would recognize at least some of the abuse for what it was, even if subjected to the rules of 'parents love you, they know best, you need to obey them', if the abuse is extreme, but no, they wouldn't. Looking back at my experience I was able to justify not only the physical violence, neglect, insults and humiliation, but even the constant, very detailed death threats that would constantly come out of the abusers. I listened to them describe to me how they would kill me, often implying they should have killed me already, and all I thought was 'they are just saying that, they're not actually going to kill me, they're saying it because they're angry, I shouldn't take this personally'. When I think about that now, I am appalled, you would think anyone subjected to constant detailed death threats would know for sure that this is wrong. But I was also hearing about how they 'sacrificed everything for me' and 'nobody else would ever love me like this', and how could I have known, as a kid, which one of these are lies, and which are the truth? I was heavily pressured to believe that they loved me. How would I have known that my parents had reasons to convince me that their murderous intentions were fake, but the love they had for me was real?

Without a clear reference to how parental love looks like, there's no way to tell. And if you ever do see a depiction of a loving family, your abusive family will be very quick to tell you that they're "doing it wrong", "spoiling that child", and "created a selfish brat". And how would you know that this isn't true? You don't yet know that they have reasons to lie to you. You've been told they're your parents and they only want the best for you, like all parents do. They just don't want you to grow up a selfish brat, so that's why they don't do all of the listening, hugging, caring, paying attention, conversing, and advocating for you. To make sure you're strong and responsible as a human being. It makes sense when you're a kid. When you're an adult, you understand that it never made any sense, that shaming good parents only served the purpose of making you feel like you're having a normal experience, and that your parents were right to abuse you, even superior for it.

It's possible to endure any amount of abuse and to be convinced that it's normal. I've talked to adults who've been sexually abused and trafficked by their parents and still believed the parents loved them. There's no limit to what you can convince a child is normal. Any abuse can be hidden by a guise of normalcy.

[very-uncorrect]

Btw if you vote "other" please elaborate in the tags I'm curious!!

[witchysolfan]

The Princess and the Fools

How a child’s soul transferred into the Poppet

Killed by a witch

Gained a witch for a mother

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

Before she could ask he was unwinding her scarf and pressing that into the wound instead, and he could almost convince himself that the rapidly darkeing patch is just the scarf being unevenly dyed and not the blood already soaking through. He was so distracted he almost didn’t hear Tallulah’s voice; it was already growing weak. “Chayanne. Please. You have to get away from here.”

spoilers for how you're gonna get your heart violently torn out of your chest when you read to aim true! fantastic qsmp hunger games au written by @saline-solution for this year's au fest!

Go check out all the other awesome stories and art pieces by scrolling the tag or the blog, @mcytblraufest everyone is so skilled it's been an incredible event to participate in.

this is the second artwork I've done for to aim true- the first one can be found here

[cheerioskid]

out of curiosity, could I ask what your blog title means? :>

I’m assuming your username is some reference to cheerios (the tasty cereal)

of course! "the crickets have arthritis" is the title of this amazing piece of slam poetry by shane koyczan that i found a couple of years ago and genuinely altered my view on life so i keep it as my blog title in case someone googles it and has a similar experience!! honestly i recommend listening/reading anything shane koyczan has done because its all so beautifully written (and im not even that big on poetry!)

here's a youtube link!

also yea my username is in reference to the cereal because i love cheerios i eat them just about every morning lol :3

[sins-of-the-sea]

“Would it be in poor taste if I name the cute little bread monster Taryn II? I promise I won’t feed it blood or other human beings.

“If I have to, then that marquis who ran over that child and paid the father a single gold coin should be perfect food for the little guy.”

[dizzified]

Um, Creatures Of Sonaria when.

Typhoon.

An over-confident Hikoshi with a mix between a superiority and an inferiority complex, as she can be seen flaunting about how good she is, but when anyone compliments her, she seems to get confused as to why, and get momentary brain lag before it all clicks in her head.

She's one to fight back when insulted though she takes insults quite harshly even if it's just playful jesting.

She's always down for a fight, picking them with nearly anyone if they seem up for it and even when they aren't, though she beats herself up when she loses, she gets quite cocky when she wins and acts like an excited child before shoving it in everyone's face and never letting the person forget about that time, she beat their ass.

Also, a God killed her children.

Slaps down quotes

"My children, I never imagined I could love something more than I love myself, but-.. They were my everything, I wanted to raise them to success. You took that chance from me, and I will never get it back."

"Gods? I don't believe in gods, I spit on their so-called worshippers, once I was told I came across one, a Chrysos of glittering gold, he took everything I knew and loved from me, killed my poor children for a fight they weren't even involved in, he blinded me, crippled me, and left me broken. That was no god, that was the devil himself that struck me upon the sands that night."

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

The twelfth was both Caleb and Martins birthdays, but I didn't get the chance to finish them until now. Anyways here they are!

Reblogs and comments are appreciated :) If you have any questions about these guys, let me know! I love answering them

[croshnaloov]

It be like that sometimes :|

[silencedrage]

TAISSA TURNER ( @perfectionreached ) wanted [ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.

She is trembling still, partially from the adrenaline and partially from the cold. Her knuckles alternate from aching so sharply that they burn, to going numb from the bitter wind that sweeps around her. Although the worst of the storm that had trapped them has passed, the night is clear, which only makes it colder where they are. She could walk to where she buried her son, she thinks suddenly. She could stay with him, to make sure he wasn't afraid. Even in the dark, she can picture the road back to him, like a tether guiding her back and she moves for the first time in what is probably an hour at least. Or.. she tries to. Her muscles are locked in place and Shauna lurches into the snow with a hiss as her bloody knuckles sink into the cold once more.

It takes a few minutes for the feeling to return to her legs, for her body to remember how to activate and fire each ligament until she is staggering to her feet, leaning against the edge of the porch heavily. She can't hear anything from inside and Shauna thinks maybe she's been out here longer than she thought, maybe the others have gone to sleep so she wouldn't have to look at their accusatory eyes, but the idea of going back in doesn't cross her mind, even though she knows the logical conclusion of her staying out all night.

Shauna takes half a step away from the house when the door opens, and she can see Taissa's curls dimly backlit from the fire inside. She swallows hard and looks at her friend, shoulders rounded in, a complete shift from the beast she'd become earlier. She had exhausted her pain on Lottie's battered body, at least for tonight, and her fingers fidgeted at her makeshift gloves to pull them down her raw, scraped knuckles, like a child about to be scolded. Or worse, maybe she would be ignored entirely, cast out like Jackie even though she would actually deserve that. "Tai?"

[mywingsareonwheels]

There are many things I love about Endeavour 9.1 but one of my favourites is...

[behind the cut due to mystery-of-the-week-type spoilers and also (non-specific) discussion of suicide and harassment]

... it very firmly, in a some-anvils-need-to-be-dropped-actually kind of way, makes it 1000% clear that suicide baiting is absolutely fucking evil and that yes you *do* always run the risk of provoking someone’s actual death and if so then you *are* partly responsible for that death and you *should* carry that for your entire life thereafter. Seeing the reactions from Morse and Thursday when they confronted the perpetrator was... yeah. <3

If that message got through to even one viewer who’s adopted it as a form of casual discourse and now stops then that’s a total blessing...

(ALSO, of course, the other anvil is that claustrophobic, hyper-competitive spaces where there’s no proper emotional care are a horrifying place to put children and teenagers. And again, Morse & Thursday clearly felt plenty of sadness and disgust and anger, but also some compassion for the perpetrator because of how very very permanently fucked up she had been by that environment. Mme Belasco most certainly bears a lot of responsibility too.)

[rindecisions]

HD Reference, Martin Brenner 5

Season 4 Episode 1 (The Hellfire Club)

HD Reference Directory

1979

[oh-sturg-art]

CLOUDPAW 2024 REF !!

I am sooooooo violently ill bro

MEET CLOUDPAW !!

Cloudpaw was named Howl at birth, the sole daughter of a loner and a kittypet. Her mother was shot by a twoleg, who took her and her siblings into a dog-fighting ring. Her brother was mauled to death, and she was left heavily injured. Believed dead by the twolegs, she was tossed into the woods to die where ShadowClan found her. She renamed herself in honour of her father, who she believed to be long gone.

Wracked with fear, Cloudpaw isn’t too keen on conflict. She’s absolutely terrified of dogs, a fear so debilitating that the mere mention of one sends her spiraling. She tries her best to be of service to the Clan despite this, ever grateful for them saving her life. Sometimes she wonders what her life would be like if things were different.

Reblogs will contain future refs and names!

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

You know what I think would be poetic justice?

Now, bear in mind that this is purely emotional and irony-seeking thought spaghetti'ing against the walls of my blog here. I'm not going to cite the text or media this was successfully done in.

But I would LOVE to see Harrowhark usurp John.

This is why I love that idea.

First of all, he's not fit to be a God. He plays his part well, but also he's just PLAYING at it.

I am currently royally incensed at what he did to Gideon.

So, enter Harrowhark. Devout to a fault. Heretical, but still loved him, at first. Until she didn't anymore. Disillusioned now, and already canonically seeking the "discrepancies". She will find out what he did to Gideon eventually.

John was gifted his necromancy.

But Harrowhark had it thrust upon her as a burden.

John is only one man with one soul.

Harrowhark has 200 "stamped" on hers.

And John's actions, from what I understand, led to necromancy being more widespread, more practiced, more studied, more powerful.

He hid the Lyctoral processes, but no less than three Lyctoral pairs have been made outside of his original blueprint.

He is immensely powerful, enough to be disintegrated and resurrect himself from dust, but Harrowhark was already a powerhouse before she was a Lyctor.

I would LOVE to see him overthrown by the very force that he put into motion. I would DELIGHT in seeing that done by Harrowhark, the product of a generation of children being wiped out all to uphold their precious necromantic line. I would absolutely be overcome with euphoria at the delicious, satisfying irony of God falling at the hands of his own creation.

I can't say I know, or even have reason to believe, that's the way Alecto the Ninth will end.

But watching Harrowhark overthrow God would satisfy me in ways no carnal pleasure ever will.