#tw violent thoughts

[j0celynh0rr0r]

Unbothered

[bog-bitch]

consider: intrusive thoughts described like shitty Buzzfeed articles

“Top 10 Reasons Why You’re Actually a Pedophile”

“People Are Sharing the Best Slurs to Scream at the Top of Your Lungs and Honestly I Am So Here For It”

“Tell Me Your Favorite Color and I’ll Tell You You Can Jump In Front of A Moving Train Right Now”

“You’ve Heard of [Normal Activity], But Have You Heard of All the Horrible Ways You Can Die While Doing It???!!”

“This Quiz Will RevealWhich Hand You Could Hypothetically Stick in a Blender!”

[gurokichi]

Hey, so, I’m like super cute already but I bet that I’d look just adorable when bloodied and bruised by your hands.

You wanna test if that’s true? I’ll stay perfectly still so you can show everyone that I’m all yours. (๑>◡<๑)

[dark-dirty-daydreams]

I want to sink my teeth into your neck, feel the pulse of your heart on my tongue and swallow the taste of you, my love.

[zennotixs]

You know you’re obsessed when every second of your day is spent thinking about them and the urge to carve their name into your skin turns into a genuine need.

[giriliker69]

whenever i think of oswald i think of me sitting in a building full of fire screaming at the top of my lungs as all of my skin burns off

[the-fallen-collective]

Daily reminder that people with npd aren’t bad. They aren’t abusive. Narcissistic abuse isn’t real. Narcissistic/narcissist is not a synonym for bad/abusive/stubborn/etc.

Can pwnpd be bad and abusive? Yes, everyone can. Is it because of the npd? NO!! “Narcissistic abuse” is fake, call it what is, emotional abuse!

I am so sick and tired of seeing it. I am tired of seeing narcism used as a synonym for bad/abusive people. I’m tired of seeing people in abusive situations default to calling their abuser a narcissist simply because they’re an abuser. Like sorry you’re going through that but also shut the fuck up with your stupid armchair diagnosis.

The next person I see who’s at all ableist towards anyone with npd I’m bashing their fucking head in with a rock and I deserve to because I am so much better than them in every way imaginable

[flowers-in-your-basement]

Dean wanting to kill Sam to keep him close. Like just after Sam tells him that he's going to Stanford Dean starts experiencing violent thoughts about shooting him in the head and eating his corpse. Sam, of course leaves anyways, even though Dean threatened to kill him. When he finally gets Sam back (although Dean's seen sam since he left, Sam hasn't seen Dean) he tells Sam that if he ever tries to leave him like that again something bad will happen to him (he says that while brandishing a gun).

He still thinks about cannibalizing Sam, just to keep him where he can always feel him. But Sam would never let him do that, and he doesn't want to kill him really, he just wants to keep him safe, and Sams still alive technically if he eats him.

Then Sam dies in cold oak and Deans left alone in a cold house with all his guns and knives and noone to protect anymore. Sam's body will never get mad at him for anything.

[shadowlinktheshadow]

I am going to fucking kill myself (899 korok seeds)

[henryisabigfatbitch]

Just saw someone say that they wish they had clinical lycanthropy

excuse me?

This isn't fun

I'm terrified at times that if I leave my room I'll attack someone, I'm SCARED

It's SCARY

It's not FUN

[j0celynh0rr0r]

Blood

[z0mbib0i]

Filling a bathtub full of blood from anyone whose looked his way and then fucking him in that very tub. <33

[ravenzeppeli]

Trapped |Yandere Johnny x Reader Angst|

Warning: strong language, physical abuse, verbal abuse, threats, stalking, uncomfortable scenes discussed, yandere relationship. MA

     "I told you not to talk to the likes of Diego Brando!" Snapped your boyfriend, Johnny Joestar, his turquoise eyes glaring daggers at you. "Remember when I told you to avoid him and every man that isn't Gyro or I?! Do you remember Y/N?!" The glare that he shot towards you was one filled with hate, no love resting behind his eyes.

Continung to berate you, he raised his voice, "Get the fuck over here now! Don't use me not being able to walk as an excuse to stay away from me!" His patience was running thin, entire body stiff to the core as you stared at him, terrified to move. "Are you fucking deaf!?"

      You always stayed far away from him when he was angry, back pressed against the harshly cold hotel wall, body visibly shaking. His loud voice filled the small hotel room, causing fear to bubble up inside of you. You couldn't stand being yelled at by him.. why was he so jealous? Never would you dare to cheat on him. The conversation with Diego was nothing more than you asking him questions about his past. What was so terrible about that? A simple, harmless conversation?

You shook your head once, keeping your eyes on him as you kept your back firmly against the wall. Your legs were too scared to move; no, they wouldn't move because they knew that he was going to hurt you. Fuck Gyro, you know that he was the reason that Johnny knew about your little conversation. Your hunch was correct - when Johnny wasn't stalking you and watching your every move Gyro was, not giving you even a single second of privacy. If you knew that your freedom and privacy were going to be taken away then you would have stayed single.

Not even in the bathroom did you get privacy, forced to keep the door open as you do your private business. Closing doors were forbidden, Johnny felt as if he should be able to see all parts of you, including your most private parts. You despised him so much for that, always watching, wearing a little smirk on his face at your discomfort and humiliation.

"I am going to beat the shit out of you if you don't bring your fucking ass over here and stand in front of me! Get over here now!" He screamed, snatching his blue hat off of his head, revealing messy chestnut blonde hair. "We've been together five goddamn months, you know what does and doesn't get you beat!"

       If Gyro were here, he would have already dragged you over to him, leaving once Johnny had his hands securely wrapped around your wrist, light beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he waited for Gyro to leave, only being able to hit and scream at you when he had you alone. He hid the truth, hitting you in places that were hidden beneath your clothes, giving you harsh glances when no one was looking to indicate that when he had you alone you were going to regret displeasing him. This relationship was pure hell, pure hell that you were forced to endure because you couldn't leave him. You've tried, him or Gyro always seemed to find you within hours.

    You forced yourself to find the strength to move, slowly stalking over to him with no anticipation in your step. You saw the light beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his hands resting on his lap, balling into fists so tight that you could see the white of his knuckles. You stood directly in front of him, eyes wide with fear as he stared you down. The silence made you nervous, goose flesh forming on your arms, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

True fear wasn't a monster hiding in your closet with plans of scaring you, fear was a crazed man being so obsessed with you that he controlled and stalked every little part of your life, more then ready to attack when you stepped out of the perfect little line that he created for you to stay behind. Why wouldn't he just allow you to be yourself? You wanted to go out and feel the sun on your skin. You wanted to make friends and laugh with others. Ever since meeting Johnny, you're only allowed to do things while he is present, and he would rather have you locked away and hidden from the world. So badly, did you want to leave. You wanted to be free.

        "If you're so scared of me, then why don't you listen to me?! Talking to Diego was unacceptable, and you know that! You are beautiful, Y/N, so beautiful that guys will want to steal you away from me!" He raised his hand behind you, placing two sharp smacks on your bottom, leaving a dark red handprint and a harsh string behind. You flinched but stayed in front of him, hands hanging limply by your side.

"You're stupid for what you've done, so stupid! You know better!" His contiuned, palm smacking away at your upper thighs, three harsh smacks going on each thigh. "Don't you know better?! Or do I have to bear your ass and beat you with a riding crop!?"

       Tears filled your eyes, your body flinching at each painful smack, your clothes providing some protection, but you still felt every harsh blow. "I do know better, I'm sorry, Johnny! I promise that I won't do it again, I'll just stay by you at all times!" You begged him, knowing exactly what he wanted from you. So, in order to spare yourself a beating, you would beg. "Please don't use the riding crop on me, I'll be good! Please give me one more chance!" You resisted the urge to rub your stinging bottom and thighs, knowing that would only anger him.

       "If you ever do this again, I promise that I'll put you in the hospital! Don't you ever fucking test me again, I am not a man that will tolerate you walking all over me! You are my girlfriend, my property and you will listen to me!" He wiped the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand. "You almost got fucking killed, you know that? Do you want to be my wife or do you want to be buried six feet underground? Those are your only two choices."

      "I want to be your wife. Nothing more and nothing else, I was put on this earth to be your wife," you told him, feeling as if you were reading lines off of a script. You made your tone sound believable, knowing that even though you didn't want him, you knew that you had to still be with him. You could learn to love him.. that's what you tell yourself so you can fall asleep at night, the thought of being with a crazy man that could snap and kill you at any time for any possible reason still on your mind, ticking away at your sanity.

       "That's what I thought.. only I can love you. Only I can make you happy and give you what you need," Johnny said, raising his hand to caress your cheek, his face instantly softening once you said the words that he wanted to hear. "Now that we are happy again, come lay on the bed. I am tired, it's time we go to bed."

[gurokichi]

You want to leave me? You can’t. I won’t let you. If you even dare to try and walk out, I’ll kill you and then myself. It’s meant to be us until the end.

[dark-dirty-daydreams]

The possessive urge to litter your body in my markings and initials so there is never a question about who you belong to.

[the-faraway-trainer]

Ok so- theoretically- if you live in the 1800s, and there's this snarky, selfish, annoying, blue haired mediocre twink who wears a beanie that makes his head look like it's about the size and shape of a really chubby kakuna and whose eyes LITERALLY roll back to the point you can only see the whites of them(no, I'm not joking. He just did this.), is it or is it not ethical to use roar of time with a level 100 dialga on him.

Like shut the fuck up dude, we're trying to figure out if these massive outbreaks can appear in the mirelands, we don't want you making this shit about you.