#tw toxic shame

[linked-maze]

Your Links having the same issues as you sounds super interesting. What are some of the things you struggle with? If you don't mind me asking?

this is such an old ask- im so sorry for never answering- anyway this is gonna be a very personal answer- so for the people who don't care about this and are only here for the comic, so sorry, and plz ignore XD so some of the things I struggle with are: Toxic shame. People who often feel like they're not good enough and are ashamed of themselves and it curses them to self-sabotaging behaviors. Anxious attachment style. People with anxious attachment styles struggle to feel secure in their friendships and relationships. While they long to feel close to their friends and partners, this need is often driven by fears of abandonment, mistrust, and low self-esteem. Autism. I don't wanna go too deep into this one since it's such a broad one and I'm still not educated enough in my opinion. Dyscalculia. is a learning disability that inhibits a person's ability to use and have a proper sense of numbers. and it also affects my way of direction at times. I might have more but those are the ones I struggle with every single day- I'm 23 years old and don't have any exams yet- so I'm still in school but in special classes for people with some type of disability and learning difficulties. I have put some of the issues I struggle with onto some of the Links in my comic- and also some other stuff that I have tried educating myself on to try and put some more representation out there! ^w^

[suddenly-frankenstein]

cat dead, details later

(oh hey is this my every year's toxic-green-gremlin acrylic fanart? woaaah? there are 2023 and 2022 btw)

[traumatizedjaguar]

Something was broken from the start.

[furiousgoldfish]

You get born in this world and right off the bat you're taught you exist to please your parents, and you will in fact, be punished if you don't please your parents. And you don't even know what this means, all you know is that if those people abandon you, you die (they don't tell you about human rights). So you please them and it's never enough and you always get punished regardless of how hard you try and you feel like a failure and like it's your fault that you're not good enough to deserve to be alive.

And then when you reach out beyond your parents and try to feel out what is true, the society comes back at you with 'If you feel anything else but overwhelming gratitude and love for your parents then you are a selfish and unkind person' and it messed you up! Because you did once love them, and they did so much, for so long, in order to destroy that love within you, they forced you to live with survival instincts only, they made your world into nothing but hatred and injustice, and you can't love what has been trying to kill you and made you suicidal.

And by then the entire conversation about the abuse they inflicted on you got side-tracked and you spent the entire thing again, analyzing why you're not good enough, why you don't feel how it's socially acceptable to feel, what you need to change in yourself and examine in your own feelings, and all that time the abuse goes unchallenged, unacknowledged, unpunished. You just live with the consequences all your life, always pushed to examine yourself more when you want to bring it up.

[shalom-iamcominghome]

So, I've been a bit open about my mental health on here since it affects how I experience and interact with judaism, but I'm wondering how you all balance it? I've found that antisemitism does not specifically cause the recent episode/s I have been having, but it makes them worse, and I find that it makes it even harder to engage with judaism, so I'm currently in a Sisyphean spiral. I guess for me, my brain has been so high-alert about this stuff that it completely shuts down, but not engaging with my jewish community is just as detrimental to my health as antisemitism is. Plus, I'm just angry at the thought that something like antisemitism would prevent me from being with my community.

[helaenadream]

sometimes I come close to knowing peace and then I remember lancelot died by suicide twice. like wow what is it about the inherent erotic pull between that sad knight and a noose

[jokerislandgirl32]

Zach: “Don’t You Ever Call Her That…”

TW for mentions of Toxic/Abusive Relationships! TW for discussion of sl*t shaming!

So, I’ve hinted at it, but I haven’t publicly announced it I don’t think….but….Before Violet and Zach start dating, Violet was in a toxic/abusive relationship with a creep she went to high school and college with named Travis Carter.

Violet started dating Travis after she found out Zach was in a relationship shortly after she and Zach shared their first kiss. Violet was devastated, and she was convinced Zach hated her and wanted nothing more than to forget her, so Violet tried to do the same. Travis had been obsessed with Violet for years, constantly asking her out and flirting with her even when she told him it made her uncomfortable (it got to the point it was near stalking).

Even though Violet wasn’t comfortable with him, she knew he liked her and convinced herself he was her only option. The only guy who would love her and the only way she’d forget about Zach. So, when Travis showed up in her first college class (and all of them for that matter), she allowed him to sit with her, and when he asked her out a few days into the fall semester, she agreed.

Violet soon realized this was a grave mistake as he tormented her in every way imaginable (he was awful….they had a toxic/abusive relationship for a reason, but I’ll get to all of that in later posts/fics), but he was particularly vile when it came to Zach.

More below cut!

Travis knew how she really felt about Zach (that she loved him), and Travis tormented her because of this fact, regardless of her faithfulness to him. Prior to their breakup and after their breakup, which occurred in tandem with a nasty confrontation between Zach, Travis, and an army of Zachbots, Travis essentially sl*t shames her.

This resulted in many of Travis’s friends and Violet’s old classmates also accusing her of being unfaithful. Violet listened to these insults knowing they were untrue, hoping that one day she’d be with Zach, and as long as they are together she’d take the insults because in the end it would all be worth it.

After the relationship with Travis ends, she still hears the accusations, but she deals with them as best as she can. Then she starts dating Zach, and let’s just say he doesn’t take kindly to people calling his Vi anything less than perfect. Let’s just say Zach overhears someone call her this…the Zachbots are assembled… and it’s game over…

A Hateful Onlooker (aka Travis’s mom) gets up in Violet’s face after seeing Vi and Zach out one day: “How dare you walk around with him. You should be ashamed of yourself! After what you did to my son! You ruined his life, you ruined his reputation! All because you wanted to get with some other guy! I can’t believe you’d even show your face around here with him, you lying little sl*t…”

Zach, seething with rage, pulling Violet behind him, and calling the Zachbots to him: “Don’t you ever call her that…”

Therefore, Taylor Swift’s song “Sl*t!” is very fitting for Zach and Violet as she faces inaccurate accusations and Zach’s the one who’s there to quell her fears and let her know she absolutely is not anything less than perfect to him 💜.

“And I break down, then he's pullin' me in… In a world of boys, he's a gentleman…”

I’m going to be posting more about this side of Zach and Violet’s relationship/ Violet’s past in the near future (maybe today, we’ll see!). I’ll strive to lable every tw appropriately! If you have any questions in the meantime feel free to ask.

[iwanttobekidnappedandtakenaway]

I want to be so skinny that my bones fracture and break from one single touch.

I wish I had an eating disorder so bad rn.

[slaughterlocked]

i know things have been really tough lately, but i want to work things out. / hi have random angst from jules bc listen !!!!!!!!

HE HAS TO LAUGH. OH, JULES, FOREVER THE OPTIMIST. It's not a nice sound he greets her with, but the harsh short scoff of a man who feels he's lost the world he had ( forgetting, of course, that he's still got her, and them, and that life goes on ). " Don't you always, " he says, cynicism layered too deep in his voice to be anything other than sarcastic, " honestly, Juliet. There's nothing to work out. "

Nothing that he's willing to share with her, anyway. Nothing that she'd understand. Because it's eleven in the morning and he's four whiskies deep into his research, his own scrawling handwriting blurring before his eyes. Scribblings of a madman, maybe. Rambling notes about death and resurrection, hastily - copied passages from library books about reincarnation across differing religions and beliefs. Torn up journal entries. William's office is a disaster zone, not in the eccentric, absent - minded way it had once been; sweeping one broad hand across his work to hide it from his wife, a tired smile dripping of derision painted bone - deep into his face.

She thinks he's mourning. They both are, in their own separate ways. But she doesn't understand ! -- LIFE WILL NOT GO ON UNTIL HE MAKES IT. Until their child is back with them and he's proved to her ( to everyone ) that he can fix this by himself. Put their family back together again.

When he stands, he sways; caught off guard by his own intoxication. Still, William plants one hand solidly on his workbench, heaves himself upright to meet her eyes. Her presence is drained, but warm. But his own soul is brighter than ever, brilliant and burning, and he doesn't think he has much room in him right now to appreciate her comforting existence.

" If you want to stop arguing, then so do I. " He says flatly, but emphatically. Voice comes out wrong, a little too drawling and defensive. Shouldn't be drinking - even when he chastises himself, he gets more worked up. Using his free hand to gesture around him, he declares: " But if you're going t' ask me to stop working, you're wasting my time. " 'My time' had once been 'our time'. It's lonely with a broken home. He knows it doesn't show in his voice, how much he misses her deep down. Or at least, how much he misses missing her. He doesn't have much time for pointless grief, these days.

[minxthenymph]

A short fat store lady body shamed me (???)

[st4rb04rd]

Dont you love it when your mom shows your sister your school picture and your sister says: 'omg [deadname] finally learned how to smile'??

And she fatshames me and makes fun of me for not being socially active, then gets mad when i tell her to leave me tf alone.

I love life :) /j

[anitha-witchlady]

Father

Anitha-witchlady

is it right to show your daughter

that her body must always be fixed!

that its beauty is tarnished by a fry once eaten,

a video game half played,

a candy gobbled ravenously!

is it right to look at her with accusing eyes

when her weight reads "161 lbs"-

just a smidge overweight!

is it right to restrict her food intake

like she's a felon?

force her, guilt her, shame her,

for eating the foods she likes?

is it right to look at her with pity

when she hates her body

because of the ten thousand things you've said.

"just for his health!" - you'd say!

as if that's enough to justify the pain,

nay the trauma trapped within!

and when she finally confronts you

you can only tell her that she's responsible

for whatever she did.

was she responsible at four

for going on a diet?

was she responsible for your disgust?

was she responsible for feeling desperate guilt in her? guilt that you caused!

was she responsible for all of that?!

I thought not.

never minding that you loaded the gun,

turned off the safety, and left it there

for her to shoot herself with!

but I am still alive;

I am my protector not YOU!

[nikki-smurfling]

People who find it disgusting need to learn that people who have them are normal and it should be treated with respect because it causes immense pain and sometimes dysphoria so bad that the reciever wants to bleed in other places.

People who find it disgusting need to ask themselves if it's because it's something they don't experience or if it's because it's blood. If it's because it's blood then maybe it's not the period itself.

I'm a man who experiences the pain. I find it disgusting and have been terrified to talk about it out of dysphoric fear and out of being literally raised to think periods are a sin.

They are not. They are natural.

Women who have periods, you are queens and rule the world because you live through that pain and that shame once a month

Men who have periods, you are kings and rule right beside those women because you not only live through the pain and shame but the self-shame too. That goes to every other gender out there. We who bleed are the gods of this world.

[outcastsofthe80s]

Muse: Mackenzie Montana Montgomery

Age: 21+ (main verse she is 25)

Faceclaim: Shannon Purser

Height: 5’8

Sexuality: Lesbian

Pronouns: she/her

Mental Illness: Anxiety, Depression, and PTSD

Personality: confident, humorous, loyal, opinionated, obsessive nature, caring, supportive, progressive, creative, generous, and can be snarky.

Likes: Dark Fantasy, singing, playing the piano, 1960s-70s hippie style, older movies, cartoons, sitcom TV shows like the Golden Girls, nature, traveling, designing, drawing, and spending time with loved ones.

Clothing Style: Very Fleetwood Mac in clothing style. So very classy hippie like. However, when she was younger she dressed in clothing that was very strict and professional which she grew out of over time.

**Trigger Warning**Bullying***Body Shaming **Family Death**Sickness**Money Struggles**Toxic Behavior***

Background:

Mackenzie grew up in a poor family. Specifically in a trailer park. Her mother was a house wife while her dad worked at a factory. They were doing fine until her dad got a gnarly injury in the factory which resulted in the three of them living at her grandmother’s house Her house was rather small, but they managed to live there living pay check per pay check as her mother had to start working.

However, Mackenzie also attempted to help by making lemonade stands and etc. She cared and still does care for her family even when things were complicated. School on the other hand was an entirely different story. She was very much a loner for the longest time in despite of her caring and confident nature. Others made fun of her due to this as well as her being plus size. Even her own acquaintances that she would speak too would make comments here and there.

The comments themselves weren’t aimed at her though it was always things like “I’m so fat I need to loose weight” and whenever Mackenzie would look at them confused they would say “oh no no your beautiful and skinny” when she knew it was bull shit.

It wasn’t until her junior year in high school when things really started to get worse. Her father would end up passing away due to health problems and not to mention her grandmother passing away on top of that. And her mother and her constantly work even after school specifically at the library. Mackenzie works which is what causes her to separate herself from the toxicity. She even saved a lot of money. When she saved the most money was when she used to perform little songs here and there in the street and gained quite a bit from it too. Shortly after she graduated high school and went to college to fulfill her dream as a musician her mom passed away. Which resulted in her returning home. Before Mackenzie left for college they had a fight due to her desire to leave and start her future and well that was the last conversation she had with her. Now she works at the library and is in the same apartment her mom used to live in. Still dreaming to make it big, but for now she is in a low place.

[slaughterlocked]

❛ i'm still the same person. ❜ / clara, maybe ? post divorce or after asking for one

SALTBURN STARTERS / @roseguided

NOTHING IS THE SAME. THAT'S WHAT HE WANTS TO SPIT AT HER. YOU ARE NOT THE SAME PERSON, AND THINGS WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. Forgets very conveniently that he's not the same person either: they've both changed, and he's decided her change is for the worst. Lip curling in self-righteous anger, bitterness coating every word, William eyes his wife with a look of sheer incredulity. "Really, now." Sarcasm thicker than the tension hanging between them. Does she expect that to soften the blow? To stop the hurt that comes with the less than unexpected declaration that she wants a divorce? "Well, I'm so relieved to hear it. I mean, that was why I was angry, truly, Clara, you've solved all my fucking emotions with that reassurance!"

His voice is growing louder with every word. By the end, he's almost, but not quite, shouting. Face red, trying to control his bitter, bubbling emotions: William takes up menial tasks, viciously putting dishes away while he tries to process her words, her tone, her presence. And by the time he's found his answer, his response, he's clutching a mug so tightly it digs painfully into his skin.

"We're not getting a divorce." He says, finally. His voice is quiet, barely controlled, restrained. The mug is discarded before he cracks it in pieces: the temptation to chuck it at a wall is almost too much to resist. "I won't hear of it. You're being overdramatic about this. Every couple goes through a rough patch like this, I mean--" William scoffs, broaching his own forbidden topic with reckless, wild abandon: "Our son is dead! Of course we're struggling!! And you want to- what? End things? Have you any idea what that will do to me?!" How selfish can she be?

[one-abuse-survivor]

🦢

I was taking a bath, today. And there's this tinted window in my bathroom window, but clear enough. It shows the backyard. And my mother was standing in front of it and was jokingly saying hi. I don't know why, it made me fee really weird and self conscious. And then she remarked on how hairy i looked (from there). It's not a big deal but it made me feel exposed. I wish I could tell her how it made me feel but I know she won't take me seriously. She's just laugh me off and say she was kidding around.

I'm sorry, nonnie. That sounds like a big invasion of your privacy, and although there are probably people out there who wouldn't have minded an interaction like this because of the relationship they have with their parent and/or their body, it's completely understandable that it affected you and that it was a boundary you'd like to not have crossed again.

Even if you know she wouldn't take you seriously if you brought it up again, I hope you know that you're not the one in the wrong here. You do deserve for her to acknowledge how she made you feel and take your boundaries seriously. I'm sorry you can't have that.

Do you think you could ask for a curtain to be added to that window? I honestly think no bathroom window should give anyone outside the bathroom/house a clear look at what's happening inside. That sounds super stressful and invasive.

Sending all my support your way ❤️