#tw vulnerability mentions

[frownyalfred]

Not an abo au imagine the suit specially protecting Bruce’s abdomen and thats how they find out that bruce is pregnant

Oh I’m all over this….the suit, the Fortress, hell even the dog….and Clark and Bruce are just bumbling along in ignorance, because nobody told them Kryptonian tech could do that….and nobody thought too hard about how protective that tech was, suddenly, of Bruce….

[wildflowercryptid]

sometimes, i think about the extra bit of depth alex's romance is given when you date him as a guy and i just gotta. stare at the ceiling for a bit...

[bpdcodone]

My parents be like: let’s CSA and abuse all 3 of our children

My parents when they all turn out mentally ill and unable to function or cope with life: 🤯🤯🤯

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

“adora didn't care about the horde abusing catra, she only cared about strangers.”

let me raise you another point: catra didn't tell adora that the horde was evil, despite knowing about it from the start.

seriously. if anything, shouldn't she be the one protecting adora? she knew the horde was lying to them and brainwashing them. she hated shadow weaver and she didn't seem to particularly care about hordak. and according to what the show wants to convince us, “catra's love for adora was bigger than her quest for power”.

why didn't she just.. tell adora then? from the way adora talked about the horde, it was clear that she had no idea it was evil. did catra never think to tell her about it or suggest that they escape the horde?

why is all the responsibility placed on adora, who only figured out that the horde was evil after spending 17 years in it? adora was abused too. and catra knows it, she specifically says “shadow weaver has been messing with our heads since we were kids”.

keyword here: our. we.

catra could have said “she's been manipulating me” or “she's been hurting me”. but no. she knows that shadow weaver wasn't a good parent to adora either, as much as she denies it afterwards.

i'm not saying that catra is responsible for adora getting abused by shadow weaver. but if anyone should be protecting the other here, it should have been catra since she's the one who saw through all the lies. but she doesn't mention it at all until adora figures it out and even then, mocks adora for not realizing it sooner.

[offthewall1979]

so you're tellin me. The thing that people say alllllll the time. which is "he settled the civil case out of court (essentially, his money saved him), that's a sign that he was guilty." that's not even RELEVANT, because settling the civil case didn't preclude him from being tried CRIMINALLY. the reason he wasn't tried criminally is bc they couldn't fucking GET ANYTHING ON HIM.

[alltimefail-sims]

I have been trying to word this more eloquently but UGH I'm honestly exhausted so long story short my grandma passed away yesterday. I won't be posting any sims-related content for at least a week, but I'll be back to posting as soon as I can.

I'll still be reblogging stuff on my main blog (@alltimefail) and I'll try to respond to direct messages when I can, but please don't be offended/worried if you don't hear back from me for at least a week. I'm still in the processing stage, it's going to be a minute before I'm ready to be social and make original posts.

Thanks <3

[uncanny-tranny]

In discussions about mental health, I am so tired of the only voices mattering being other people or other people who do not deal with a condition/disorder or a specific situation.

"Here's how I deal with loved ones with [x] condition!"

"If you do [y] because of [x mental health reason], you're selfish and everybody who loves you is having their lives made harder by you!"

"If your symptoms are [z], you're gross, and you deserve no sympathy for struggling"

I understand to an extent why people do this, but holy hell, as somebody who struggles and struggles often, the last thing any of us need to be told is that we're a burden that others have to carry. And it's terrible how everybody else's feelings but ours matter - even if we are the ones most affected by our condition or situation.

If you are dealing with issues surrounding your mental health and well-being, know that everything above isn't true; you are worthy of patience, understanding, kindness, and love. You are worthy of being listened to without judgment. You don't have to apologize or "make up" for who you are or what you struggle with.

[n1ghtwarden]

and this posturing is something minth does often, might i add. tough, cruel, unafraid (to act, of enemies, of death), cold - minth is a product of the environment she was raised in; of the cult she was born into. things like kindness, softness and helping others for the sake of helping others do not serve her or anyone following lolth's teachings - in many cases, showing kindness as a child would lead to punishment; something minth would have learnt early on. that, and if she was anything other than the blade she'd been raised to be, she'd have died long ago. minth posturing about how cruel she could be, how unafraid she is is both a lie and a truth. she has the capacity to be awful just as she has the capacity to be soft - but will always pick the former over the latter to protect herself and further her own goals. vulnerability and transparency, over the course of the game at least, is reserved for tav who she trusts - and perhaps a select few other companions.

[mad-hunts]

@ofgctham sent🔪 to walk in on my muse standing over a dead body (for bruce).

betrayal is one of the worst things to have to deal with, barton decided, as he sat with his back flush against one of the cold bathroom walls. it tears you up inside — squeezes your heart in a vice-like grip in a way that makes it seem like it's never going to let it go, and that you were stupid to have trusted anyone at all. barton would know because that is exactly how he felt right now sitting next to violet. he thought that they were friends, for they'd known each other almost a year now. but it was kind of funny how quickly their relationship was destroyed at the first sign that barton wasn't all that he seemed; violet turning into something of a cornered animal, willing to do anything to get out of a situation when she got a text message from someone she used to know. and this was only to find out that barton was hurting them for her.

barton tried to explain it to violet in a way that made sense to him. but of course, she didn't get that he deserved to die for what he did to her. violet was actually scared of the concept. of him, and whenever barton looked into her eyes then, all of the affection she'd felt for him was gone just like that. so much for being the most 'perfect, understanding friend,' as violet almost immediately declared that he needed help and she was going to call the police. needless to say, after hearing that, barton wasn't too pleased. from there, things just continued to escalate. one moment barton was telling violet that he didn't want to hurt her and the next he was trying to plunge a screwdriver he found through her gut. though that same screwdriver was wrenched out of his hands by her and in desperation, violet sunk it into his side whenever barton had taken to choking her out.

and that hurt like hell. she took off from there into the communal bathrooms of the dingy motel they were in to try to hide from him; but barton had found violet despite him leaving a very visible blood trail everywhere he stepped. he killed her by smashing her head into one of the sinks in a rage, it seemed, which he partially remembered and partially didn't. barton's eyes looked like just a bunch of veins with how bloodshot they were from crying while he bit down on his sleeve to keep himself from screaming out due to the pain of pulling out the screwdriver. if someone didn't at least report the blood they'd seen on the pavement out there leading to the bathroom, it'd be a damn miracle. but barton didn't even care if he got caught right now.

it really was a bad idea to take out that screwdriver, for he couldn't even stand now without his legs feeling like jelly and collapsing in on him. but he was able to do it while hanging onto the same bloody sink he'd used to kill violet. her body was right below him, and all barton could think of while looking at her was, why did things always turn out so badly for him? (maybe it was because he deserved it.) he could hear someone's heavy footsteps rush into the bathroom then. and with a weak chuckle, barton turned to face him. the batman. ❝ you're late. she's already gone. ❞ his knuckles turned white with how firmly he was gripping the sink to hold himself up.

❝ i liked her a lot, you know. she was my friend. but something happened, and i just... lost control. ❞ barton cleared his throat while tremors racked his body. looking down at her now made him suddenly feel very hot, probably from all of the adrenaline running through him, ❝ god's, i can't believe i killed her. ❞

[ask-the-celestial-family]

eclipse are you awake yet?

Uh, y-yeah. *rubs his eyes* 'M awake. -Eclipse🧡

Your code is still incredibly fragile. But Lunar has returned from his hiding spot. -Computer

Lunar's home. I have to...the paci. How do I hide that I was sleeping for twelve hours? Box and some parts. He won't notice, hopefully. *shivers at the loss of warmth leaving the confines of his heated blanket* I'll be fine. I need to apologize. Maybe record with him. *grabs Lunar's paci and hides his heated blanket, his own paci, and Vega back under the bed* Okay. We can do this. *dry heaves from stressing himself* I can...I can do this. -Eclipse🧡

My recommendation is to stay in bed, sir. -Computer

I have to apologize to my baby brother, Computer. Then I'll rest more. *grabbing a box and several parts to conceal that he was taking a twelve hour sick nap* -Eclipse🧡

I expect to see you back in one hour tops or drastic measures will occur to ensure your safety. -Computer

I will, I will. *uses the stairs down to the theater to get to the lower daycare, not paying mind to anything but getting to Lunar* -Eclipse🧸

[backrooms-birthday-party]

My Take on Unknown/Nth

I know I've talked a little about how Unknown feels like my inner kid "betraying" healing present me, but I wanna expand on something that hit me today: it's also a "abusive parent you still love" interpretation.

"You know the distance never made a difference to me I swam a lake of fire, I'd have walked across the floor of any sea Ignored the vastness between all that can be seen And all that we believe So I thought you were like an angel to me"

Verse 1 has a good bit to do with your present day self reflecting on the desperation you felt as a kid with the abusive parent. The gulf of understanding between what that parent is doing to you vs. what you know is happening is huge, and still, you saw your parent as an "angel", something magical and otherworldly.

"Funny how true colors shine in darkness and in secrecy If there were scarlet flags, they washed out in the mind of me Where a blindin' light shone on you every night And either side of my sleep Where you were held frozen like an angel to me"

Verse 2 is digging deeper into that inner kid healing, that figuring out of "hey, my parent wasn't really a good person" era of healing. When I first started to think my mom wasn't a good person, it felt like a huge weight on my heart, this tugging from my inner kid going "no, she loved us!" It was hard, and this verse encapsulates that very well. She will always be "frozen like an angel to me", which is unfortunate. I'd wake up in the morning and go to sleep with my mom right there, my shelter that wasn't really sheltering.

"It ain't the being alone (Sha-la-la) It ain't the empty home, baby (Sha-la-la) You know I'm good on my own (Sha-la-la) Sha-la-la, baby, you know, it's more the being unknown So much of the livin', love, is the being unknown"

The chorus has to have a little stretching, but basically, it was never being alone, frankly, I liked being left alone to read or play or whatever, but over my life, it was the unwillingness on her part to get to know who I was and what I was about. It was almost like she taught me that my wants and likes and beliefs weren't important enough for someone to care about, through her actions. I was taught by her that "so much of the livin is the being unknown".

"You called me angel for the first time, my heart leapt from me You smile now, I can see its pieces still stuck in your teeth And what's left of it, I listen to it tick Every tedious beat Going unknown as any angel to me"

Verse 3 is where I started to cry today thinking about it. My mom would call me "angel", and the loving way she'd say it now hurts to recall since I know how terrible she was treating me. She was neglectful and harmful and put so much of her own misery on me, that hearing old tapes or home movies of her adoration at me feels like knives, her "eating my heart" so to say. And hearing the tedious beat of my own heart aches now knowing she's passed away and I can't get the mom I know I needed or wanted. That line really sits heavy on me. She's gonna be "going unknown" to me, for the rest of my life.

"Do you know I could break beneath the weight? Of the goodness, love, I still carry for you That I'd walk so far just to take The injury of finally knowin' you [Chorus] It ain't the being alone (Sha-la-la) It ain't the empty home, baby (Sha-la-la) You know I'm good on my own (Sha-la-la) Sha-la-la, baby, you know, it's more the being unknown And there are some people, love, who are better unknown"

And now, the bridge and final chorus. I put them together cause they work off each other, emotionally. Even after everything, after every piece of scorn thrown at me as an adult, after every defensive argument we had, after she died and I didn't even cry, I would still, STILL, take the injuries of knowing her, of feeling her hug me one more time. And I hate that. That goodness is gonna be a weight on me forever. I truly wish I could "unknow" her. That I didn't have to go through the pain and anguish of knowing her.

Unlike a relationship, where even though that pain will always be there and you can move on with someone else one day, I feel like I can't. I can't just have another mom, or another mother figure. My partner's mom is very kind and loves me, but it's not the same. This song managed to hit a part of me I needed to sit in, and I'll always be thankful to Andrew for writing it and letting us hear it.

Anyway, thank you for reading, and I may do these with others of his songs that hit me hard. Bye and thanks!

[hartlow]

why are people my age the way that they are. you ask the chat what's up and this 16 y/o you've never talked to before is like "oh it's going bad, my mom hit me bc she isn't handling the divorce well" and it's like?? dude i'm sorry that happened to you but maybe don't tell complete strangers extremely personal information about yourself like that. 1. not everyone is prepared to hear something so triggering unprompted 2. bad people will absolutely want to use that sensitive information against you. for the love of god learn about internet safety