#tw: invasive thoughts

[trucbiduleschouettes]

I hate my FUCKING brain

[mewymarsher]

Wily Dies AU peeps come get your food

Context under the cut (also tw for a character having invasive thoughts)

After being fired from his job at a convenience store, Blues convinces Bass to start working on a farm far away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Bass hates it at first, insisting that robots as important as himself don't do farm work and manual labor. Eventually he opens up to it with the help of Blues and the lovely couple that owns the farm.

The right sketch is from a scene where Blues gives Bass baby chicks to hold and Bass struggles to just...hold them...He's so used to destroying that he can't hold them without his thoughts trailing off to dark places. Don't worry, though, Blues and the farmer couple are there to help him through those thoughts.

Eventually Bass reaches a point where he can help with taking care of the animals on the farm without any intrusions.

Unfortunately, Wily's 2nd numbers get wind of Bass and Blues on the farm and well...that's all you get for now. :3c Okay bye until next time!

[a-j-s-the-only]

I want to go home

but I have no home

[panimoonchild]

I find myself in pieces

Yeah, I'm alive. Just after I saw what Russia had done with my classmates from Donetsk, I picked myself by pieces. Tomorrow I will write posts about it. And a special important one of my old friend in Donetsk who was caught in Russian captivity in 2020💔 Just his pro-russian "friend" in Netherlands when Bogdan is in captivity. Pieces that I glued crushed yesterday again. Now I have totally different conclusion about teens who Russia zombifies. When kids is target, that's clear they're victims. But when you 14-15 come on. And in your twenties you don't give a damn that your friend is in danger. Fuck it. I hate you with all my might. You're just disgusting creature.

And these days Russia receives a new portion of weapons from Iran. I hate this world. Fuck Russia. Fuck Iran. Fuck China. Fuck Belarusia (yeah, not Belarus because it's not a sovereign state with Lukashenko).

The world is fucked up.

[caramello-koalas-for-feminism]

Alrighty motherfuckers I feel like shit and am mad asf so you're getting a rant about Invasion Day (full disclosure, I write this as a Caucasian second-gen Australian. I am not of Aboriginal descent and do not speak for them. I only aim to give my own opinion on January 26th celebrations.)

It's just so unnecessary and outdated to be celebrating the day that foreigners came into another country, claimed it as their own and just started blatantly killing Indigenous populations to the point of near eradication. Now that we can see the bigger picture, have access to information and can recognise how fucked that was and how it continues to affect Indigenous people and Australian society today, why are we still celebrating it?? What, precisely, is there to celebrate, when specifically on that day?

'It's to celebrate the Australian culture and the diverse landscape' okay. That's great! Change the damn date. Out of sheer respect because WHY. Why would it then continue to be on January 26th? Change it to May 8th or the day we lost the emu war or literally any other time. Make it clear that's the meaning. Let it be a day for the reminders of our past and hope for the future. Not 'yay let's all drink beer some guy came, stole land and killed anyone that didn't look like him because some other guy told him to'

I may be slightly misremembering statistics but something like 1 in 2 Australians are from another country or have a parent from another country. Australia is no longer 'White Australia' and is instead a big potluck soup of cultures and languages and people, and that diversity is what makes our country beautiful.

But the unmistakeable ignorance of so much of the population continues to amaze me. Why are we not listening to the Indigneous people and what they have to say? Why are we not learning to right our ancestors' wrongs? And ffs why did so many people vote no in the referendum?

Anyway in conclusion I hate 'Australia Day' celebrations, wish my family didn't force me to participate (if I speak up u will get shut down and discredited), and Captain Cook can suck my dick

(If anyone wants to talk about this, my ask box is wide open, I love hearing opinions and having healthy conversations)

[blubun0309]

(TW: trauma/ptsd)

When the family thinks of Leo, they all unanimously think the same things: loud, dramatic, unfunny, annoying. Overall very loud personality traits.

But then Leo, post-invasion, has healed enough to hang out with his family, and...he isn't loud. He isn't joking around, he isn't even talking. He's just in his chair, drowned out by all the noise his family makes for him.

His head is louder than his mouth.

And his head screams at him about his mistakes, about the Kraang, about the prison dimension, about the future where everyone died, about the fact he could've lost his brothers in this timeline. And he stays quiet.

His thoughts speak louder than words.

And, maybe he isn't beat up and suffering from a cracked shell at the moment, but his mental wounds are still painful.

So, like in the Prison Dimension, he's silent.

[elliott-the-creature]

Tw: intrusive thoughts, sh, cannibalism, violence in general

God, I hate having intrusive thoughts.

I can just be going about my day, look at my scar from when a cat attacked me, and suddenly get vivid flashbacks to when it happened and kinda even feel the same pain and nausea from the shock. Whenever I look at a tack or a knife, I get an urge to run it across my arms, and my whole body seems to radiate a need for it. I haven’t sh in a long time, but the need for it still occurs sometimes. I’ll look at a curbside or wall and suddenly feel the urge to ram myself against it and smash my whole body until it’s bloody and crooked and unrecognizable. I’ll see a car pass by and have swirling throughs wondering what would happen if I ran in front of it; what the feeling of being hit by a truck would feel like. Sometimes when I’m eating meat or watching videos talking about cannibalism, I get a strong feeling of wanting to try human flesh. I know it sounds absolutely depraved, but I’ve always wanted to know what eating human meat tastes like. What the texture is; what the flavour is; what the best parts are and how you should prepare it.

I hate having these thoughts, but I can’t seem to stop them at times. I wish I could stop it, but my brain is too overactive and thinks of things I shouldn’t ever think of.

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

uh...18 for the whumper dialogue?

I love this AU

TW: Stalking, home invasion, kidnapping, abuse, suicidal thoughts, fear of animal harm (the cat is fine, outside of also getting kidnapped and forcibly given a stupid new name), infantilisation, drugging, self hatred.

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Tommy knew there was something wrong when Tubbo- the cat, not the friend he so missed- stopped cuddling up with him in bed.

Tubbo was a feisty little stray, more than half feral, but that was how they got along. She might hiss at everyone she met but him, but to Tommy she was affectionate, and extremely so. In the three years or so since he’d found her as a kitten in the engine of the van, her ginger fur and scarred face reminding Tommy of his old friend.

There were things missing before that, but he'd assumed some prick had stolen his stock while he wasn’t looking. Sometimes, even with the medicine he picked up for his shit, he forgot way too much. Sometimes, he couldn’t remember whole days, and that would have been scary if he was still There but he wasn’t anymore. He was safe.

He thought he was safe.

But when Tubbo woke him up hissing, out of his arms, he knew something was wrong. Cursing quietly to himself, he suddenly regretted burying his weapons a decade ago. He’d thought when he left That Place he wouldn’t need to fight anymore. He just wanted to explore as many servers as he could, sell the stuff he made, and live a peaceful life with a little bit of theft being the most excitement he got into. He took a visit to Utah every Christmas, and that was the biggest day of the year, every year. He didn’t want the swords anymore.

Prime, he wished he had one now.

He tried to pull himself from bed, but something sharp made an impact with his arm. Before he could figure out what the fuck was going on, he was pinned to the ground, the moonlight through the windows barely illuminating his attacker's face.

Or, well, not his face. There, for the first time in ten years, Tommy saw a familiar mask.

No no no no no no no.

Tommy had left that behind. He’d ran like a fucking coward but he had to. He couldn’t spend a single day more with the smiling shadow hanging over him. He’d rather die- truly, permanently die.

“You're rusty,” Dream said, a mix of fondness and amusement in his voice, and Tommy screamed.

Tubbo took her cue, launching onto Dream, and Tommy's heart stopped beating. He couldn’t kill her Prime she was all he had with him.

Thankfully, Dream just pulled out a sleeping potion, cracking it out onto the ground and letting the fumes knock her out. Tommy would have breathed a sigh of relief if he could breathe.

“Aww, your cat's just like you too. I love them. I’m calling them Tommy Two.”

“I- her name. It’s Tubbo.” Tommy hated how he still sounded like a child. He thought he’d matured so much, he felt like an adult now, but around Dream that just faded. “She’s not-“

“That’s an awful name. I prefer mine.” Dream laughed, before his voice dropped all its levity. “I’ve been watching you for a while, y’know. It took me ages to find you.”

“Yeah, that’s because I- I never wanted to see you ever again-“

“Honestly, I’m not even surprised without my guidance you’ve become like- this!” Dream said, ignoring Tommy completely. “You're pretending you’re all grown up, you’re smoking, you’re doing drugs again. You got piercings and tattoos and cut off your hair like a rebellious teenager, but you think you’re all grown up because you refuse to admit that’s what you’ll always be.”

“I'm nearly thirty, prick. I grew up.” Tommy glared, anger possessing him for just long enough to be able to stand up for himself. “Maybe you should try that too.”

Tommy hated how familiar the slap across his face felt. It had been ten fucking years, but he remembered Dream's raised hand easier than he remembered how to sew some days. “Oh Prime, shut up. You’ve gone from annoying to insufferable. You’ve just spent the last decade becoming your worst self, while I’ve actually fucking grown, Tommy. I’ve fixed everything back home, while you’ve let yourself become this- this useless, boring excuse of a person! You were special when I took care of you, and what did you do? You threw that away to be nothing.”

“You- you’ve fixed everything?”

Dream paused a second. “Prime, I had a whole reveal and everything planned. Just- forget I said that okay?” He almost sounded flustered. Like a fucking kid.

It was weird, feeling like the adult around Dream.

Tommy had expected another splash potion, but he didn’t expect for a bottled version to be forced in front of him, Dream's other hand pinching his nose until he had to open his mouth and have the concoction poured inside. It made sense the second he tasted how utterly bitter it was- this was strong enough that Dream would have knocked himself out if he’d tried to use a splash potion in as cramped a space as Tommy's van.

“Now, sleep. Sleep and forget.” Dream's voice was soft, and he ran a hand through Tommy's hair as he quickly drifted into unconsciousness, which Tommy assumed was meant to be comforting but really wasn’t.

The last thought Tommy had before he fell into a deep sleep was that he hoped Dream was making all that shit up. Because, Prime, if he’d left his friends to get hurt by Dream… then maybe he really did deserve this.

[toaster-boi]

why (and i cannot stress this enough) the fuck is a country whose soldiers beheaded a prisoner of war on camera permitted to remain a member of the UN, let alone a permanent member of the UN Security Council. jesus fucking christ.

[carnivorousyandeere]

Genuinely don’t know how to phrase this, but the erosion of boundaries here on tumblr is very concerning. The shit my friends get in their inboxes… like, you do realize we’re all still people behind these screens and pen names, right? 😭

[last-of-the-jaded]

I remember reading the Gone Series back when I was a preteen and there being a paragraph about the hypnosis powered character forcing someone to shred their skin and pull out and chew on their veins all while making them think they were licorice candy…. And honestly who the fuck would even think of that. It haunts me to this day.

[akireu-13]

me when the antidepressants make me more depressed bc im too tired to get up to take my testosterone so my period is gonna start and make me more depressed or clean my piercings which are now infected or do my laundry so i have no clean underwear or shower for weeks but its ok bc medication 👍

[dumbcoconut5318008]

im doing it all wrong aren't i? i can't trust the ppl around me. they could all be lying. they don't actually like me they're too nice to shoo me away. i just don't know anymore I feel like every move is the wrong one and theres no fixing it. my friends will abandon me eventually sometimes I wonder what the point of making them even is

I'm tired

i wanna feel loved without having to question the intent without having to question the legitimacy

i just

idk anymore

im tired

[somelazyassartist]

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[this-is-just-for-ghost-content]

Hi this might be a disastrously rude question but like what if I started going to churches and reviewing them like restaurants?

[whatever-local-cryptid]

Morbid Thought # 1 of ?

(TW: Thoughts of harm)

Sometimes I like to think about dissections, of people. Not just any people, but me.

Like- I wouldn’t cut open myself just to see EXACTLY where my kidney is, or if I could skin my hand to see all the tendons and ligaments, ooor- (just kidding I’m done.)

But I still think about it.