#VERY fucking disturbing

[voidyyzz]

Quick message to my mutuals, friends, and really anyone

PLEASE DONT REBLOG UNCENSORED IRL GORE

This goes to any type of post, awareness or not. At least tag it with a gore tw if you still believe you should reblog it

Sorry not sorry if I sound like I'm having a hissy fit but y'all should know not to do this

[winterf4iryy]

fuck all of you who decide to stay neutral. fuck all of you who decide to stay silent. fuck all of you who are not educating yourself about what is happening right now. fuck every celebrity that posted a notes app screenshot of empty words. fuck bbc and nbc and joe biden and the u.s and britain and nearly every western country and media outlet. fuck israel and zionists and privileged white liberals turning a blind eye. fuck all of you. israel bombed a hospital and hundreds if not thousands are dead and a father had to carry the PIECES of his sons in plastic bags because they were blown to bits. a resting place for journalists has now turned into a morgue. every day people are being killed and it’s being DOCUMENTED and you still wanna be silent and neutral and say this doesn’t involve you. your lack of humanity is vile and horrid and i hope you never know one moment of happiness the rest of your life.

[keferon]

*clasps your shoulders gently and looks you straight in the eye*

Keferon. Please read Ninth by Kyn on AO3. I think you would love it very much. It has a large chapter count, but don't be intimidated, it's very easy to get into. It is currently unfinished, but is being updated regularly.

You are the seventh person that recommended this fic to me so ahahahaha yeah

I’m doing great Help I hate some parts of it but I love the other parts I’m spinning in the blender

…..I made the moodboard….

[azurityarts]

emera infinity gauntlet

[twinsfawn]

i get that gore can be fun but the way some of y’all will post/reblog actual corpses on here for “aesthetic” as if that’s not someone’s loved one is fucking disgusting. the internet has rotted some of y’all’s brains so bad that you forget you’re circulating images of an actual fucking dead body, someone who had a life and people who cared about them. imagine if one of your loved ones died tragically and photos of their body were getting passed around the internet. look inward, your humanity is close to gone.

[iridescentis]

i cannot sing dance nor act but i think playing ricky potts would fix me

[mikimeiko]

The End of the F***ing World | Season 1 (2017). Jonathan Entwistle

[thegirlwholivesin-delusion]

I have never been to psych ward in my life (touchwood) but the fortnight mv (especially the starting part) triggered me.

So imagine the people who have actually been to one... How triggered must they be by the mv?

[sketching-shark]

"Tang Sanzang is completely peaceful all of the time!" Bah. True journeyheads know about that time he got two guys tortured to death and his "smashing yaoguai into meat patties is okay actually" mindset.

[jacksprostate]

Bob in female fight club au. Thoughts

Probably named Marge

Rather than doing a direct inversion (ie making the character the exact opposite, much tits -> no tits, etc) I think sort of an analogue would work better riffing off the motherly role Bob has, in combination with the group being for uterine cancer/ovarian cancer

The women come together, and they cry, cry, cry, over lost husbands, who left them because they got cancer, because overwhelmingly, men leave if their wife gets cancer, over lost relationships with children, who stayed but resent them, over lost Motherhood, that thing you were told was your worth but now you are told you're shit. Remaining Women Together. Despite. Despite despite despite.

What is it, about purposes. Want to see misery, see women fed their own physical oppression as lost salvation.

Marge, whatever her name is, her husband divorced her, left her with the kids and medical bills stacked as high as she is tall. She is thankful she still has her kids, it makes her feel like she's still worth something. She's had to try and get back into the workforce. No one wants to hire dear former stay at home mother Marge. She shows you her kids in her wallet in her purse and there are no pictures of her. There's a picture of her old husband, which she keeps to show her kids if they ask. They're old enough to go to school now, which is good, because it gives her more time to work. Life is hard, but she's doing her best.

Marge, who is on hormone therapy so she doesn't get those "side effects" she's heard about from other total hysterectomy patients, the future of early dementia and degeneration and horror. Who does pelvic floor exercises in hopes it will minimise the fallout of the surgery. Who carefully rips every hair out of her upper lip and chin because even if it would be normal for a woman, a woman whose gone through menopause, a woman at all — she knows, it's probably the estrogen tipping back over into testosterone, and she can't handle any more losses. She compensates. They all do.

The support group is her Me Time. It is the single hour plus half hour commute she can afford once a week for herself. So she gets here, and she cries, cries, cries, and the others cry with her, all over how their lives have fallen apart since they got ovarian cancer, got breast cancer, and their lives derailed because they can't be proper women anymore.

They cry in their waterproof makeup. Another product to promise womanhood. Identify yourself via consumption. Identify yourself by covering yourself up.

And when she finds fight club. When she finds something that says, jesus fuck. You are more than your children. You are more than your ability to have kids. You aren't a failed woman, that's a sack of shit you've been sold wholesale. When she finds something that promises her she will grow, achieve personhood, not because she was the ultimate martyr mother, not because she played the game of human or woman, but because it promises a freedom from all that, identification and repulsion of such sickening chains. When she stops worrying about her slightly deepened voice, and works to keep her dose even keel for her health, to avoid the toxic highs of accidentally juicing, rather than the lesser effects of a black lip hair or two. When she has a photo, not of herself in her wallet, but of the things she makes with other women from fight club, of the one view of the sunset from that one parking lot that she always thought was wonderful, when she has things in her wallet for her and her enjoyment. When she has corded muscle and a built up spine, when she sits her kids down and explains why they only see dad one weekend every other month, all the fun holidays, because dad decided staying with her through cancer was too hard even when she stayed with him through four lost jobs pissed away in alcohol and lottery tickets.

And Marge, who gets shot by the police on a regulation chill-and-drill assignment for Project Mayhem. Whose obituary in the newspaper talks about the children she left behind, how she battled cancer and kept caring for them, how she was such a strong mother, whose kids would now be shipped off to their grieving father who is so, so brave and stunning for standing up and taking care of the kids he made and dropped as soon as his live-in servant had a few issues. Her name is Marge Paulson, and she was forty-eight years old. She was a person. She will be remembered in the annals of Project Mayhem, lest what little there was of her be stolen from the world. She was killed by Project Mayhem, but they're the only ones who will remember Marge Paulson.

[claudiatherelentless]

RIP Claudia de Pointe du Lac de Lioncourt. You would've loved Sweary Coloring Books

[cent-scratchnsniff]

have you ever clawed and scraped at the floor, writhing in pain?

[skitskatdacat63]

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[papriaki]

Makima

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

dear dnp pls don’t post anything in the next 15-20 minutes bc i will be riding my bike home and if i get any kind of notification from you while looking at my maps i will crash my bike god bless 🙏

[sparvverius]

while i love show!claudia there is definitely a special horror element in just how young book!claudia is that is necessarily lost in any live action film or show simply because you can't get an actual 5 year old to play her. and for similar reasons you can't show the extent of louis and claudia's incestuous mutual obsession. though i wish you could because it is both poignant and very disturbing