#<- valid triggers

[cupcakewebkinz]

It's Chair Time ;)

𖤐 WE FINALLY CHAIR DELILAH BOYS!!! IT'S HERE!!! THE DELILAH DEATH FIC IS HERE!!! Ahem - Delilah finds the toons hanging out in the park and ends up finding out something about them... Specifically one that she didn't even make. She ends up dead. In a lake. Covered in splinters and regret. 𖤐

ᰔ Caretaker Shanon au is mine, the ones that aren't mine are all Zilla's- just trust me it's funnier not knowing what's coming lol ᰔ

♡ @soupiestzilla look it's the second fic I wrote for you hahaha I'm so sorry this was just too funny not to post for your birthday ♡

⚠︎ TW: Non described character death + slight mentions of blood, read at your own risk (or dont) ⚠︎

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The Toons were just at the park, Vee just playing her guitar and singing her usual happy songs on her favorite bench like everything was perfect. Gi and Shelly were in the sandpit together, Shelly showing the curious gachapon how to dig up fossils without breaking them and enjoying her life as usual. Shanon just watched from her usual spot under a tree, relaxing for the first time in months, Sam at her side and Sprout napping on the other side of her. It was super peaceful... A little too peaceful. Shanon sat up a bit, suddenly anxious.

"Sam, things are too peaceful, something is going to happen and we'll have to get up soon. They are never this peaceful and elegant without something ruining it-" Shanon stated, making the ginger beside her look at her in pure confusion.

"Shanon I'm afraid you've finally lost it."

"Sam I'm serious, it's never this calm, not without a fight or something unexpected happening!" Shanon panickedly stated, now worried as all hell. Sam just raised an eyebrow, adjusting their sunglasses before shrugging. They gave up, just going back to reading their book, while Shanon got up and started making sure everything was okay. She felt like she was just being paranoid after seeing how calm everything really was, even though her many experiences with the toons going from calm to chaotic said otherwise. She soon just sighed and sat down beside Vee, who looked at her in concern after she finished her song, her antennae twitching as her head tilted.

"You look anxious about something, you okay?"

"I'm worried something really random and crazy will happen... Like it does almost every day... I just want you guys to be safe, it's nothing you need to worry about, Vee." Shanon softly explained as she reached over and gently pet the toons head, smiling at the peaceful smile Vee soon had.

"Hey, that's a totally valid concern, don't stress about it though we got this!" Vee reassured sweetly, making Shanon nod once in thanks before leaning back and just sighing. Vee watched her for a minute, then looked at the two in the sandpit, giggling when she noticed how fast Shelly's tail was wagging.

"My wife is adorable..."

"Yeah, definitely very cute, I love my daughter."

"I love her too." Vee agreed, soon going right back to playing her guitar. Shanon just yawned a little as she went back to relaxing, just watching over everyone from her new spot, until she noticed something weird. More like- someone weird. There was someone watching the group from behind a tree, staring wide eyed like they were shocked by the crowd of toons gathered in one spot. Shanon squinted at them, tilting her own head a little, getting Vee's attention immediately as she glanced at Shanon, then at the tree. Her eyes went huge when she saw it too, but she didn't look excited to see them- quite the opposite. She was freaking out, putting her guitar away quickly before trying to hide behind Shanon, who soon moved just so she could do so.

"Sam. Grab the toons and run." Shanon stated, just loud enough for the other to hear. Sam blinked as they moved their sunglasses to their head, right above their bangs.

"Shanon girl, it's oka-"

"Isn't that the lady that hurt my friends?" Gi suddenly asked, suddenly standing with a chair in hand. Nobody knew where they got it from, nobody wanted to ask though. They knew better... Once Gi was armed with a chair, it was either time to run for your life, or it was time to coat another chair in glitter and rainbows and fun. Though they all knew that look in their eyes- the look of death- the look they had whenever someone crossed a serious boundary and they had to hide from the chaos entity for a week and bribe them with chocolate and pleas of forgiveness to even be allowed near any of the others again. Though this wasn't anger that could be soothed, this was built up unbridled rage saved for this exact moment. Shelly just ran to her mom, Sprout soon sitting up himself and looking over at the gachapon, then at the now fully revealed Delilah, then at Gi again.

"Yeah I don't think we want to be here much longer-"

"Oh, why is that? You really think I'd let your handlers run off with my toons again?" Delilah finally spoke, laughing a little.

"Oh, no, I know Sam will kidnap me, I'm more worried about the property damage Gi's about to cause." Sprout admitted casually, making Delilah pause.

"Wait the what-?"

Those were the last words that woman ever spoke.

Gi immediately knocked her out with the chair, hitting her so hard that the chair broke in half on her head, and proceeded to torture her like she had tortured their friends before they were even created. Sprout just watched in pure horror, Shelly and Vee hid their faces in Shanon's shirt and trembled in terror, while Sam and Shanon just looked at each other, neither knowing if they should stop this or if they should let the clone get their deserved revenge. Gi just beat the shit out of her, breaking the chair up until they couldn't grab any more pieces of it, then just looking at the very very much dead and bruised woman before kicking her head just once.

"Motherfucker."

"Uhm... Gi... I would be proud of you... But you just... Committed a murder..." Vee quietly spoke, making Gi just shrug as they threw a shard of broken chair at Delilah's body. It bounced off of her back and landed beside her with a silent thud, and Gi just stepped on it and broke it in half with their foot. The group was now terrified of that gachapon, they genuinely had no idea how strong they were until they broke the chair they committed a murder with into the smallest pieces imaginable against the now dead human. It was a really sturdy wooden chair too, now tiny splinters all over the ground. Gi wasn't even sweating, though they were shaking a bit, their hands vibrating intensely from how tightly they had gripped the chair while showing Delilah who was the boss now. Gi did have a few splinters in them too, all slightly bleeding ichor, but they didn't seem to mind. They just looked genuinely proud of what they did, not at all seeming to understand the severity of their actions. Probably won't ever understand either, nobody was going to speak up for Delilah, not after everything she's done coming to light thanks to Vee's recordings and her and Shelly's nightmares. What was even more terrifying was how absolutely calm they were afterwards, just going right back to their usual happy self as they turned to the group with a smile.

"Can we still get ice cream?" Gi asked innocently, grinning as they went right back over to Sprout and immediately wanted picked up. Sprout just slowly got up and picked Gi right up, swallowing hard as he patted their head. Though before they could say anything- a bright pink Jeep rolled up. It was one of those toy Jeeps toddlers love, but it wasn't being driven by a toddler, it was driven by Vivi.

"Guys I learned how this works!!!" She cheered happily, completely oblivious to the fact she just ran over a body. Vee looked at her, then at the body, then at Vivi again.

"Move over I wanna drive it." Vee stated, and Vivi just nodded, getting out of the toy Jeep, not even batting an eye when Vee climbed right in. Vee smiled evilly as she took the wheel, stealing the heart shaped sunglasses off of the others face (which made Vivi pout because she really liked those) before she "accidentally" backed up over Delilah.

"Oopsies, I hit a human, oh I should make sure I don't do that again." Vee sarcastically said before purposely doing it again, then backing over her again. Vivi was stunned, staring at the other like she just committed a crime.

"VEE THAT'S AN ACTUAL HUMAN-"

"Viv, she's dead for one, and two that's Delilah." Vee replied.

"Oh... Yeah you should accidentally hit her again."

"What is wrong with you toons?!" Sam snapped, making every single one of them- even Dandy who was previously hiding in the back of the toy Jeep- look at them like they just asked what 2+2 was because they didn't know. Sam raised their hands up like they were being arrested, while Shanon just sat back down on the park bench, pasty white and shaking like a leaf.

"Guys stop... Stop messing with Delilah... I'm gonna puke..."

"Please... Even though she wasn't very nice, she doesn't deserve this!" Shelly cried out, hugging her mom's arm tightly as she huddled close. The two Vees nodded, Vee adjusting her stolen sunglasses before sticking out her tongue a little bit, Vivi immediately copying her like she had to even though she didn't.

"So how do we hide the body? Surely someone would be arrested for this-" Vivi asked, making the group of toons squint in thought.

"I can handle this guys, don't fret!" A voice called out, and suddenly Modern Vee had barged out of an oddly tall bush. She just briskly walked to the corpse and grabbed it, then chucked it into the nearby lake without a second thought. The crowd cheered for her, even Sam, who was more scared of what would happen if she didn't than actually glad it happened. Shanon was laying on the bench at this point, having both Shellys tending to her. Sprout looked at them, then at Gi's bandaged hands, then at the two in the Jeep that were now hysterically laughing together as Vee did donuts, the flower man having ran off by now. Never saying a word. Weird.

"Why don't we all just... Go home and eat ice cream and pretend none of this ever happened..?" Sprout suggested, making Sam, the two Shellies and Shanon all nod in agreement.

"And promise to never mention this to Cosmo." Sam stated, and the entire group - minus the two laughing too hard to hear - nodded in agreement.

"On the way there though, would it be too much to ask for if you guys explained the uh, second Toon Vee?" Modern Vee asked, making the two in the Jeep stop as Toon Vee pulled up beside her.

"That's just my replacement, we don't talk about her."

"Vee!!!"

"I'm teasing, that's Vivi, she's the best twin sister ever, she's a big doofus- She actually was made to replace me though, but you know what?" Toon Vee stated, looking at Vivi, then took off her stolen sunglasses and put them back on her. Vivi just smiled at that, highly amused.

"I don't give a shit if you ever replace me again, you're cool as hell girl." She stated, giving Vivi a hug. Vivi just hugged back tight, laughing as they both knew neither of them would replace the other again, while Modern Vee just chuckled at the two and sat in the back of the Jeep.

"Onwards, my dorks!" She loudly proclaimed, and soon the three were off doing donuts and laughing hysterically again. Nobody knows how that Jeep was living through the hell they were putting it through. The group just watched them, none wanting to leave them behind despite them all wanting to leave the crime scene.

"I think this is why we don't put three Vees together... They all share a braincell..." Sam mumbled, getting a nod from Sprout.

"They all love chaos, glitter and life, so yeah, they always are like that. Have I ever told you about the one time they coated me in glitter while I was taking a nap?" Sprout asked, making Sam laugh.

"No-"

"Story time while they get their zoomies out, then! Gather around!" Sprout cheerfully said, and soon the group were all sitting around Sprout as he retold the story of his own glitterbombed incident. They all listened as the Vees kept being chaotic together in the background, all ignoring that they knew where a body was and that the sweet little bean nibbling on chocolate on Sprout's lap was a murderer now.

Because who gives a shit about Delilah? (At least in the Caretaker Shanon au universe)

[inkskinned]

hey btw if you're in the USA at  2:20 p.m. ET on Wednesday, Oct. 4, they're testing the emergency broadcast system. your phone is probably going to make a really loud noise, even if it's on silent. there's a backup date on the 11th if they need to postpone it.

if you're not in a safe situation and have an extra phone, you should turn that phone completely off beforehand.

additionally, if you're like me, and are easily startled; i recommend treating it like a party. have a countdown or something. be surrounded by your loved ones. take the actions you personally need to take to make yourself safe.

i have already seen mockery towards any person who feels nervous about this. for the record, it completely, completely valid to have "emergency broadcast sounds" be an anxiety trigger. do not let other people make fun of you for that. emergency sounds are legitimately engineered to make us take action; those of us with high levels of anxiety and/or neurodivergence are already pre-disposed to have a Bad Time. sometimes it is best to acknowledge that the situation will be triggering for some, and to prepare for that; rather than just saying "well that's stupid, it's just a test."

"loud scary sound time" isn't like, my favorite thing, but we can at least try to prevent some additional anxiety by preparing for it. maybe get yourself a cake? noise cancelling headphones? the new hozier album? whatever helps. love u, hope you're okay. we are gonna ride it out together.

[sukibenders]

The Ginny and Georgia fandom can often feel representative of the real world, specifically how certain parent/child relationships end up with the excusing of a parent's sacrifices being hung over the child's head, but never really allowing the child themselves to have their own problems because of it, otherwise they're being "ungrateful". And this rhetoric continuously shines through with how some Georgia fans talk about Ginny. They constantly belittle her and her problems (especially her self harm), call her dramatic for wanting answers from her mother, but never call out Georgia for overstepping Ginny's boundaries and reading her private diary, defending it by saying "Well, she partakes in reckless behavior and she keeps secrets too." Who do you think she learned it from? Like these specific fans will find ways to defend every act Georgia does under the guise of it being a "sacrifice", but can't even do the same for Ginny, a teenager who spent most of her life being uprooted before she could even make a place her home? Who had to deal with her parents' financial struggles (which caused her to be bullied mind you) on top of their tumultuous relationship?

It's also not lost on me how, during that episode where Georgia came to Ginny's therapy session, in which the whole point was to address why Ginny is the way she is, these particular fans sought every opportunity they could to villainize, not only, Ginny but her therapist as well. Especially when the therapist brought up how Georgia, as a white woman, might not be able to fully understand the struggles that her, biracial, daughter might experience/go through (like, what made her think dressing up as Scarlett O'Hara would not sit some type of way with Ginny?). Again, this session was to help Ginny, but these fans, not only, dismiss the very valid racial conversation taking place but fed into Georgia making the situation about herself. This is a big reason why I don't take people seriously when they say that they hate Ginny and criticize everything she does, but love Georgia and are ready to defend everything she does.

[jupiter-on-the-compupiter]

3:6

"And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat..."

"Finally, tired, with fear and unsteadiness, Nightmare decided to show everyone that he wasn't bad, that he could be good, that he could protect the golden fruits just like his little brother."

Someone was having thoughts about the apples and symbolism and Nightmare, like. I am not immune to all of this, like yes Dream is my blorbo overall but like come onnnnnnn

[10ava01]

A Year Too Late

Brother’s best friend Frank Castle x F reader

Summary: Franks nightmare of loosiing you becomes true.

Trope: Hurt, Pills, age gap, stress, flashbacks, academic weapon, eating disorder, reader is exactly like Spencer Hastings, comfort end the end, addiction, perfection, overwhelming them self.

Authors note: I’ve wrote the scene from Pretty Little Liars (season 4 episode 20) but just a little differently. If you feel triggered please stop reading. Please seek for help if you struggle with any of this🫶🏻.

Masterlist

Frank had always been a constant in your life—to be exact, your brother’s best friend, the guy who somehow felt more like home than your actual house sometimes does.

You aren't sure when your crush on him started, maybe sometime in high school when you realized he isn't just some older guy who hangs around your house, drinking beers with your brother.

No, he is something more to you.

Someone special.

Someone untouchable.

But that never stopped you from trying to get him.

And trying, you indeed did.

You are not even subtle.

Your witty remarks are always a little sharper with him, your eyes lingering a little longer than they should.

And Frank, you might ask?

He noticed.

Of course, he does.

Anyone who has two eyes could see your crush on the older boy.

He sure isn't stupid like how he might act.

But even then, he never acted on it, never gave you more than fleeting moments of softness that kept you hanging on.

Hoping.

Until the night before he left.

You had been in the backyard, sitting on the wooden steps of the porch, a warm summer breeze twisting through your short hair.

Frank had come out with a beer in hand, his sleeves rolled up as always, forearms flexing as he took a slow sip.

You didn't do anything but watch him.

Memorized his beautiful face for the last time.

"You’re quiet," he had said, looking down at you.

He was analyzing your face and body language now.

You shrugged. "Nothing to say."

That was a lie.

Of course, it was a lie.

You could have said a million things to him.

You would have begged him if it meant for him not to go.

But even you knew it wouldn’t have done any good.

Instead, you looked at his sharp jawline, the way his dark hair curled slightly at the ends, the roughness of his knuckles.

For one last time, you took a good look at him.

He sat down beside you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his skin.

You wanted to stay like this forever.

"You'll be fine while I'm gone," he said. "You're tough."

You scoffed. "I don’t need to be tough. I need you to be here."

Frank had gone still at that, his grip tightening around his beer bottle.

For a second, just a second, you thought he might say something, might even admit that maybe—just maybe—he felt the same way about you too.

But then, he only let out a slow exhale, stood up, and ruffled your hair like you were still the kid who used to follow him and your brother around.

"You’ll be fine, kid," he had said. "I'll see you soon, promise."

A promise you weren’t even sure he would keep.

And just like that, he was gone.

The first time you saw Frank again, it was like being sucker-punched in the gut.

You aren’t the same as he hoped for you to be.

You changed.

You have always been ambitious, always been a force of nature.

But now? Now you are something else entirely.

Polished.

Controlled.

Distant.

Frank had expected things to be the same way he left them a year ago—your house, your family.

You.

But you changed in ways he isn't sure how to process.

Your hair is longer now, your clothes are different, more refined.

You carry yourself differently—straighter posture, sharper focus.

You barely look up from your books when your mother greets him in the kitchen, just mumble something about school before grabbing a glass of water.

Sure, people change over the years, but you?

Everything you had been seems to be replaced by some better version of yourself.

And no one seemed to notice or care.

Not your brother.

Not your parents.

Not your so-called friends.

But Frank did.

He always noticed you, even the tiniest detail.

Frank didn't say much the first day, just observing everything.

He sits at the dinner table, listening to your brother talk about work, your mother gossiping about the new neighbors.

You barely contribute, only offer a small nod if needed or a vague hum every now and then.

You do it out of politeness, but your focus is somewhere else.

And then there was the way you were picking at your food.

Frank didn't say anything about it.

He just watches as you move the vegetables around your plate, barely taking any bites, sipping from your water bottle like it is the only thing keeping you grounded at this point.

It doesn't sit right with him.

None of this does.

The next day, he stops by your house again.

Your brother invited him over to watch the game, and Frank figures it is as good a reason as any to see you again.

Maybe even talk to you.

He finds you in the kitchen, standing by the coffee maker, staring at your phone with a furrowed brow.

"You always this tense now?" he asks, leaning against the counter.

You look up, startled for a second but not surprised before rolling your eyes. "Just busy."

Frank nods slowly. "Yeah? You sleepin’ at all?"

The bags under your eyes make him worry.

You are one of those people who take care of themselves before anything.

But this new you makes him worry.

You scoff, shaking your head. "Jesus, Frank. What is this, an interrogation?"

Your annoyance tells him that his plan of making small conversation is going the wrong way.

He holds up his hands in mock surrender. "Just asking."

You sigh, rubbing your temple. "I’m fine."

You look exhausted, like you haven't slept for weeks.

So of course, he doesn’t believe you.

Not for a second.

2:45 AM

It has been almost a week since Frank got back, and every day, he sees more cracks in the version of you that everyone else seems to accept as normal.

The perfect version you have created for yourself is, in his eyes, anything but perfect.

But this?

This is something else.

Standing outside your bedroom door, he could hear the frantic scribbling of your pen against paper, the quiet but erratic clicks of your laptop keys.

He doesn’t knock.

He just walks in.

You don't even flinch, too absorbed in the chaos of your own mind to notice him at first.

You are buried deep in your work.

Your desk is a mess—papers scattered everywhere, your laptop glows in the dim light.

A half-empty bottle of water sits beside an uncapped bottle of pills.

Frank’s jaw clenches.

He is furious.

You are the last person who would take pills, but here you are with half an empty bottle of them on your desk.

Your breath picks up every few seconds, your eyes bloodshot red as if begging to be closed even for a second, and your hands are shaking from the writing and typing.

"You planning on sleeping anytime soon?" he asks, voice low.

He knows he has to do something, even if it means dragging you to your bed and forcing you to sleep.

You freeze.

Not expecting anyone to be awake at this hour and definitely not Frank Castle.

Your grip on your pen only tightens before you force yourself to relax at his voice, leaning back in your chair with an exasperated sigh.

"What are you doing here, Frank?" Your voice shows no sign of shock.

"I could ask you the same thing," he shot back. "Except I already know the answer."

You roll your eyes at him, standing up to stretch, but the motion only makes you sway slightly.

Frank is in front of you in a second, his arms steadying you.

He easily sees through you, and you hate it.

You huff a laugh, step out of his grasp. "I’m fine."

You don’t even sound convincing to yourself, let alone for him to believe you.

"Yeah?" His eyes flick to the pills on your desk. "That what those are for? Helpin’ you be fine?"

He is angry at you, and you don’t even blame him, but if he knew what situation you were in, then he wouldn't judge you.

You would rather die than speak out loud about your addiction to the pills.

Your stomach twists. "They help me stay awake."

It's one of the things the pills do.

They also give you dizziness sometimes, nausea, loss of appetite, and let you be wide awake at nights like this.

Frank exhales sharply, running a hand over his face. "Jesus, kid."

Kid again.

"Don’t call me that," you snap, suddenly angry. "I’m not a kid anymore, Frank. You don’t get to leave for a year and come back acting like you know what’s best for me."

You have had enough of his bullshit.

Everyone welcomed him back like he never left, without second thoughts, but you aren't like everyone.

When he left, there had been a hollow place inside your chest, and after some time—and thanks to the pills—you felt a little better.

But only for him to come back into your life and ruin the only good thing you built for yourself.

Frank Castle takes and takes until there isn't anything left for him to take.

Until you are nothing.

He leaves and doesn’t even look over his shoulder for even a second. Not for anyone, and you had accepted this fact.

That he is a selfish asshole who took everything from you and left you like a piece of shit.

You are so done with him, and now he is standing here in front of you, lecturing you about what is right and wrong.

He takes a step closer, his presence overwhelming, suffocating you.

"Yeah? Well, someone’s gotta, because no one else around here seems to notice that you’re burnin’ yourself out."

His soft voice makes you almost forget how broken you are because of him.

You swallow hard, your heartbeat hammering through your ears.

You're too exhausted to discuss anything, and the number of pills you took today makes you even more nauseous.

For a moment, it was just silence.

Then, softer this time, he said, "What the hell happened to you?"

He truly wanted to know, as if he isn't the one who made you the way you are right now.

You wanted to tell him, pour your broken heart out to him.

How the pressure had become unbearable, how the expectations never stopped, how the only way you know how to cope is to keep going, to keep working, to never stop.

How after he left, a part of you died.

But you couldn't tell him any of that. You wouldn't. You made a promise to yourself.

So instead, you look away.

Somehow, avoiding everything became so much easier.

You even find comfort in it.

Frank sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "C’mon," he says, his voice softer now. "You need a break."

Panic fills your head at the thought of taking a break.

You aren't even close to finishing the assignment.

Sure, you still have weeks till the due date, but it needs to be perfect.

You need to be perfect.

You can't let anyone see the broken side of you.

Poor little Y/N got her heart broken over her brother’s best friend, who she never had a chance with anyway.

No, you can't become a failure.

Not now.

Not ever.

You shake your head. "I can’t."

He sees the hesitation in your eyes. "You can," he insists. "And you will."

Even after a year, he still has the same effect on you.

And somehow, when he says it like that, you almost believe him.

Almost.

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

Non-comprehensive list of reasons why I have blocked people

1. Articulate their political views with condescension towards people who disagree with them, acting as though those who disagree are fundamentally stupid or less worthy of empathy. Show a cruelty and harshness in their perceptions of the world.

2. Random stranger disagreed with me on a post of mine about my personal opinion (not debatable) and I thought well that's not very polite make your own post.

3. Kept seeing takes I disagreed with on my dash thought wow I hate this let's avoid it.

4. Reblogged naked people.

5. Idk man bad vibes terrible aura evil energy.

[le-agent-egg]

RAHHHH TRANSGENDER BEAM 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️ TRANSPHOBES BEGONE

Kiyotaka “#1 trans ally” Ishimaru and Mondo “Worlds okayest trans man” Owada are forever canon in my hearts…

Bonus!!

Everyone in thh loves trans people and in fact they are all trans/enby/any other identity themselves it’s canon I am John Danganronpa

[d3vilshipper]

>> posts about your typical proship stuff >> goes through notifications >> reads comments or reblogs >> It says that "you're a p3dophile" "you're defending p3dophilia" >> is confused/baffled and angry Antis who see this post, just because I'm a proshipper and I don't talk about me being against p3dophila, doesn't mean I support it. Like no shit. PROSHIPPER DOESN'T MEAN P3DOPHILE, IT MEANS ANTI-HARRASSMENT OVER SHIPS. I hate having to explain that to you guys. It makes sense, you guys dumb as shit it makes my brain hurt.

[dearweirdme]

[olive-nothere]

It’s kind of insane (and unfortunately predictable) how western society acts when it comes to public health, specially after the pandemic. The amount of times I see people not wearing masks when they’re visibly sick or see people say they don’t want to wear masks because it’s uncomfortable to wear… you know what’s actually very uncomfortable and outdoes your feelings about wearing masks? BEING SICK.

Seriously, it should not be controversial or considered weird to wear masks when you’re sick; it should be THE BARE MINIMUM TO WEAR A MASK WHEN YOU’RE SICK, COVID OR NOT. How any of these people are able to go outside while sick and not care about other people’s health is insane to me. Despite the obvious fact that being sick affects everyone’s health, what about the people who are most vulnerable?

Wearing masks while sick should be the norm and honestly we as a collective should shame people who are sick and not wearing a mask in public.

[johnlennonbignaturals]

both of them 💔

[hussyknee]

I can't believe JK Rowling ended the discourse on whether ace people belong in the queer community on International Asexuality Day. I didn't even know it was International Asexuality Day. Doing the most for queers one hate tweet at a time what a queen

[fangs-n-fluff]

I recommend not looking at this if/ when regressed!

This is a little rant for littles & caregivers who struggle with hyper-sexuality, sexual flashbacks, intrusive thoughts, etc!

Tw!!: mentions of age play, very brief mention of csa(?), intrusive thoughts while regressed.

This is sfw, I do not personally understand/ participate in any nsfw/ age play, I am a minor.

The day that more of the Agere community is a bit more accepting to people whose regression isn’t completely and 100 percent “innocent” all the time without getting accused of having an age play kink or “sexualizing” age regression, is the day I rest.

As someone who experiences intrusive and impulsive thoughts that I cannot control, it sucks. I cannot just “stop thinking like that”, the more you try and repress those icky thoughts, the more they frequent. Repressing something is never good.

Also, as someone who’s been through some (brief) sexual experiences when I was little plus, was gifted unrestricted internet access—Sometimes when I happen to be regressed and I remember that or I’m experiencing/ reliving a bad moment—my body gets confused and reacts sometimes. And you know what? That’s okay.

Sometimes our brains can be mean. It sucks, I know. But it’s not your fault. It’s something that happens, it’s natural. You’re not gross for your mind getting confused sometimes and feeling things without wanting to. You’re not gross for reacting how you reacted to past trauma. You’re not gross for your body reacting to something involuntary. You’re not gross for your mind making up something you don’t agree with. You’re not gross if you think of adult things while regressed involuntarily/without wanting to.

Remember lovebug, your regression is yours.

It doesn’t have to fit a specific mold, and you’re not “icky” or “gross” for experiencing something you can’t control.

You still deserve to heal the way you choose to heal, regardless of what other people say.

— Take care of yourself lovelies!

Love you! - 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

[centroverted]

If Bobby is very much actually dead, I am going to find it hilarious and not in a way that is going to get me agreed with or necessarily liked.

This whole episode (I can agree on the faults of this episode [cause there are quite a few] while still having these opinions) was about/centered upon the refusal to accept the passing of a person.

The cast (specifically Kenny, whose character is one of the ones having the most trouble accepting Bobby's passing) was very active on social media also kicking up a fuss about Bobby's passing.

Sound familiar?

Fans have been very much kicking up a very big fuss since the release of Lab Rats.

911 is a comfort show to many, I get that! It was our silly little wee-woo show, I get that! It was our silly little gay firefighters show, I get that! There have been quite a few times were characters have survived things that they very much otherwise shouldn't have survived, I get that!

But I think yall are still very much forgetting how serious some topics on this show can get. How serious Bobby's lore was.

Stop watching the show if you want, it's your choice, it's completely within your right!

But at the end of the day, it is a tv show. It should not be that serious to send complains/threats/whatever extend some "fans" have been doing.

If a tv show is/can affect your mental health that badly simply over the death of a character, you might need to take a step back.

Anyways

[adviceformefromme]

How do you not repress feelings but not let everything take over? I have very bad ocd and it seeps into my relationship as well, I always feel the minute I don’t like something or it so slightly hurt my feels or I get worried it’s a small red flag that means this relationship is doomed, I need to address it. But I also know rationally, I don’t think rationally all the time and I can’t decipher what is to be brought up and what isn’t… I pay extremely close detail to everything. If my partner says I love you but forgets the goodnight part, I immediately think something is wrong or doesn’t like me anymore… I’ll have really good weeks and be doing great and then really bad weeks where I feel like I’m going insane noticing everything. I’ve been able to learn how to stay much calmer during those feelings but it still nags sometimes.

Hey sweetie, the key to not suppressing your emotions is doing the healing work. I would definitely look into codependency, regulating your nervous system and emotional trauma release. It sounds like there are issues with inner safety, which are most likely related to something that has happened in your childhood. And it's not that your current relationship is mirroring a past trauma, it's just the same emotions that come up when you're triggered today, are the same emotions felt in the past, and it's like a wound being poked at. You need to heal the wound. Advice on how to heal:

1] Get therapy, you want to find someone you can trust, someone you feel safe to open up to, someone who you see growth with as the sessions continue.

2] Try emotional freedom tapping (EFT), I am currently doing sessions to clear out old traumas, it's honestly incredible. I do one session per week and found a very affordable virtual coach on https://www.fiverr.com

3] Reading books, healing books. I recommend going to the book store in the self help section and seeing what books call out to you. Books on co-dependency, books on healing your inner child, books on self love, books on healing your nervous system, somatic healing some suggestions.

4] Journal. Build that bond between you and you. That self love, that I am my own best friend energy has to exist so you are not sabotaging and hurting yourself as you are on this path. Your journal is a space to express what is going on, how you feel, what you want to feel, what you want to let go, love letters to yourself. It's your opportunity to understand and get to know you better on a deeper level.

5] Speak to your partner and allow him to understand what is going on and what exactly your needs are. Learn about Dr Cheyenne Bryants High Functioning / Low functioning behaviour dynamic in relationships (research online), in short when you are in those triggered moments (low functioning) your partner needs to be able to cover you with behaviours that support you instead of also succumbing to your level and leaving you both in low functioning dynamic. This will require communication and a healthy relationship dynamic so you can support each other no matter what.

I hope these help! xoxoxo

[kelin-is-writing]

Girl, you're an immature aspiring writer (key word: aspiring) who is shitting on Horikoshi's work even though your entire fucking blog is literally dedicated to Hori's work. How pathetic and hypocritical must you be. There is a reason why people rather talk to you anonymously rather than directly because frankly you're an embarrassment and a loser. Your misandry needs to be dealt with. Stop blaming all real life men for you unhappiness with the MHA ending. That the fault of one man, not billions of other men. Just because you're pissed and throwing tantrums doesn't mean you have to blame all men. That's extremely childish though not surprising since you're blog itself looks childish. Why are you even watching MHA, its clearly not for misandrists like you. In case you forgot MHA is a Shonen manga/anime so you're clearly not wanted. You're not the type of audience that Hori wants in the first place. You rather talk about useless characters like Rei Todoroki or squeal about a man's attractiveness rather than the watch and assess the actual fights/battles. Seriously. Stop watching MHA and go watch sailor moon or some shojo shit.

Yo I know, I’m childish and immature that reeeeeeally sucks man. Doesn’t change the fact that you still are a misogynist, abuser and rapist defender, childish, immature, rude, mannerless, ignorant and a gaslighter who came on their own in my childish blog, to ask for my childish opinion though. You did, and are still doing all this on your own accord, so guess who’s the real hypocrite here honey 🤭