#backstabbed

[andoverta]

Let's just ignore the fact that the fandom for Warrior Nun got used and this feels like a backstabbing act. To learn that Simon Berry is not a part of the writing for the Warrior Nun movie and that the possibility that the original cast and Netflix Series story line is being ignored is just an overall fuck you to the fucking fans. Honestly that "announcement" was so anticlimactic that it just hurt. Totally abused the fandom. I love Ben Dunn for giving us Warrior Nun content and comic but to this is an out right fuck you to the fans that saved Warrior Nun. I felt like if they wanted to go back to the comics they should have finished the series with Ava's story line (there's so much more to it then her going to Reya's realm) and then offer a prequel following the comics at least let this way it won't feel like a backstab. In this life or the next ya'll....

[whumpforthesoul]

Whump Prompt #003

Whumpee has been stabbed. Backstabbed, to be specific. Imagine them walking into their apartment, dorm, house, whatever and being seconds away from collapsing. Caretaker is anxious, as Whumpee looks deadly pale and seems feverish, but Whumpee furiously denies everything. Whumpee is wary of causing problems, though this is very serious. Finally Whumpee accidentally reveals his back, and Caretaker is stunned.

"Holy shit, Whumpee," Is all the caretaker manages to say. Whumpee's eyes roll back into his head a little and he crumples to the ground.

[meplusself]

pov: the experienced of being let down by a friend

In the unpredictable rollercoaster of life, there are few blows as disheartening as the experience of being let down by a friend. It's like navigating a maze, thinking you've found a reliable companion to guide you through the twists and turns, only to realize they've left you stranded at a dead end.

Picture this: the sun is shining, birds are chirping, and life is humming along as usual. You and your friend have shared laughter, secrets, and countless memories. There's an unspoken pact of loyalty, an understanding that no matter what, you've got each other's backs. But then, out of the blue, the script flips, and the trust you once took for granted crumbles like a sandcastle swept away by the tide.

The initial sting is a blend of disbelief and disappointment, a bitter cocktail that leaves a lump in your throat. You replay the events leading up to this moment, desperately searching for a clue, a sign that could have warned you of the impending betrayal. It's like sifting through the ashes of a burned friendship, trying to salvage something meaningful.

What makes it all the more bewildering is the contrast between past camaraderie and present betrayal. It's as if you were handed a script for a feel-good movie, only for it to take a dark and unexpected turn. You find yourself questioning the authenticity of every shared moment, wondering if the laughter was genuine or merely a façade.

There's a certain vulnerability in friendship, a willingness to expose your true self to someone you consider a kindred spirit. When that vulnerability is met with betrayal, it's akin to having your soul laid bare and then trampled upon. The disappointment is a heavy cloak that wraps around you, making every step feel like an uphill battle.

In the aftermath, you're left grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. Anger simmers beneath the surface, a fiery reminder of the breach of trust. Hurt, like a persistent ache, lingers in the corners of your heart. And woven through it all is a thread of sadness, mourning the loss of a connection you once held dear.

Yet, amidst the wreckage of shattered trust, there's an opportunity for growth. It's a harsh lesson in the impermanence of relationships and the fallibility of human bonds. As you pick up the pieces, you may discover a newfound strength, an ability to stand tall in the face of disappointment.

Life, with all its unpredictability, teaches us that people are flawed, including ourselves. It's a reminder to approach friendships with a blend of optimism and caution, understanding that while some companions may falter, others may surprise you with unwavering support. The experience of being let down by a friend is a chapter in the book of life, a chapter that, with time, fades into the background, making space for new connections and the resilience to weather whatever storms may come your way.

[jazstarr]

I don't feel like life is worth living anymore. I feel hopeless & worthless & more useless than ever before.

I simply don't see a next door that will open for me. Or where to even start looking for the key. I feel never-ending confusion. See realistic illustration. A blackhole of darkness surrounding me.

It's pull so forceful. It's hard not to let it just consume me fully, leaving nothing partial, no leftover morsel.

I don't know what's left to keep me hopeful. Or what will ever make me feel joyful. I've always seen life with no-frill, & have looked everywhere for simple, cheap thrill.

Within the haunted maze I've been searching for the end of since the start of my days. Within a vacant; cold cave. Where I hide away. In the shades of grey.

Though trecherous terrain & traitorous ventures. My whole being has been lead astray. Straight through torrential downpour, where you can't tell up from down anymore.

Away from any clear laneway. Still trapped within this haunted maze, feeling enslaved by what haunts my brain. That eats it way, little by little. Every single moment of each day.

Until that one comes; where everything frosts over & gets completely numb. You just lay there, stay still; no more need to be afraid, hide or high-strung; still scared of what next may come. What creatures await after this one. You've finally come to the end of this chaotic treasure hunt.

Yet, there is no treasure. No desired conclusion to your life of confusion.

You are just simply done, never once feeling like you have won.

You have been scared; got somewhat prepared because you knew this day would come. You just never knew...

You just never knew how badly broken you would become.

Now, you don't have the strength to even think to begin a restart. All you really think about & want now is how to permanently depart.

The only thought keeping you around is the thought of breaking & destroying your families lives & hearts.

I keep on trying, yet struggling to still keep myself around. To keep from breaking down.

Completely falling apart.

It takes a whole new type of strength to really take on this part.

[sunraysonmyskin]

I just don’t wanna believe that you have what it takes to do what you just did

[ecoooni]

"The saddest thing about betrayal, is that it never comes from your enemies ."

💔

[fearless-franklin]

[battling-my-demons]

"I was going through a rough time and my best friend/ girl who is like a sister was there for me. We work long hours together and have inside jokes and really get each other! We really connected emotionally. We didn't mean to. It just happened. You weren't giving me the attention I wanted and we got really close. She moved in and we'd talk real late at night. I mean, it's your fault! You pushed me into her arms! We fell in love,but I never cheated! I just emotionally cheated and that isn't cheating. It's still your fault it all happened. "

yeah, dude actually said most of that. The other was literal context clues. He said some messed up sneaky shit. These guys aren't worth the pain they make us feel. I'm still dealing with the shit I found out about months after the fact.

[rightnewshindi]

बागी विधायकों ने पीठ पीछे किया वार, कांग्रेस के निशान पर जीते थे चुनाव; सीएम सुक्खू

बागी विधायकों ने पीठ पीछे किया वार, कांग्रेस के निशान पर जीते थे चुनाव; सीएम सुक्खू

Himachal News: हिमाचल प्रदेश के मुख्यमंत्री सुखविंदर सिंह सुक्खू ने बागी विधायकों पर एक बार फिर अटैक किया है। दरअसल, सीएम सुक्खू से पूछा गया कि बगावत किए कांग्रेस के विधायक ट्वीट कर के कह रहे हैं कि सीएम सुक्खू उनके पीठ के पीछे से वार कर रहे हैं। इसपर सुक्खू ने कहा, ‘देखिए… पीठ के पीछे तो उन लोगों ने वार किया। वे कांग्रेस पार्टी के चुनाव चिन्ह पर जीतकर आए और कांग्रेस के प्रत्याशी को वोट न डालकर,…

[leftsquarebracket]

oh fuck it's 2:30 again

[demonlordcosnime]

lets play the witcher part 30

[planetpaddys]

#furries Know Your Circle :/ #tiktok #planetpaddy #furriesforever

[thhickgalproblemsyah]

Novel of a thought from todays episode of confusing the fuck out of my overthinking mind until I die.

Enjoy.

Or not.

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When people say things that are meant to feel like comfort and reassurance, but for some reason your gut is telling you they don’t necessarily mean what they are saying by the slight tone of a full stop with no emoji to give me a sense of what you are truly meaning.

Or is it my anxiety?? Overthinking??

But when has my gut feeling ever let me down?? It’s been correct for so much shit that’s happened. How can I not listen to how my soul doesn’t feel right when you are reassuring me or when it feels like you are just putting up with me??

Fuck. You have your own battles you deal with to which I try to help you carry. You also have boundaries set and how you deal with someone like me or situations that don’t align with your spirit which is something I could learn from you.

Why the fuck is my mind like this??? I don’t know.

In the end my overthinking mind has been correct all along which makes it so much more harder to open up and allow someone to have more access to my deepest and hurtful scars that have me so traumatised.

I’ve explained this to you, I thought you would have had more understanding because you told me the same thing. It’s hard to open up and feeling like you are being a burden to others. Yet you haven’t spoken to me for a week now and it triggers me to a moment where you said someone once said to you it’s difficult being your friend which made me angry because I think you are fucking brilliant and easy to get along with! Now it feels like I am the friend that is difficult to be friends with.

I Wonder if yous talk behind my back like how we do about other people who mess with our clique/our friends when anyone of us are going through it and that person actually deserves to be dogged for being such an unpleasant being. I didn’t do anything so foul to feel as if yous do talk badly about me. All I did was shut off and distance myself again because of how I don’t do well with talking about myself and my feelings.

Fucking trauma. I’ve expressed how it has been such a big thing for me to open up. You’s accepted it and started to make it feel like It is ok! I can trust, again. But 25 years of pent up and pushed aside emotions with unhealed trauma can fuck you up so bad that those few precious moments of okayness to let you in seems like a far away dream. That’s not to say I don’t trust yous! It’s just hard to explain. It’s my fucking mind. It’s that classic line of it’s not you! ITS ME!!!

But I guess it does count if you haven’t spoken a single word to me since that night I shut you out again after the progress we had been making.

I’m sorry! So fucking sorry!

I can’t be mad at you. I could never be mad at you. No, because I also have an understanding how it’s difficult being by my side.

But it hurts. Hurts so much because after all the reassurance and words of support, your actions still speak more volumes. The tone of your words; more like the tone of your silence! Doesn’t sit right with my soul.

But I’m not mad. Just sad.

Because I would never do that to you guys.

I’ll still be here for yous because I take my promises seriously and could never go back on my word when I said I am here for life. And that’s from a place of pure intentions and having your best interests at heart. Sounds like I’m a push over. Sounds like it’s a toxic friendship. But its not.

It was just lack of communication!!!!!

Maybe I was only meant to be in your lives for a season. To give you a feel of what unconditional love and patience is. To be the giver, but never the receiver. So when you have other people who show you the opposite of what that feels like, you’ll at least get a sense of nostalgia whenever you wonder about the friend who always gave and never asked for anything in return.

But maybe my anxiety and overthinking is just getting way more out of hand and I’m just needing to see it from your perspective just a bit more. Like I said, I get it. I fucking get it.

I also realise I can’t keep going on like this. Suppressing the five year old girl who is silently screaming at me to finally recognise that she needs to be heard! That I’m doing exactly the same thing that everyone else has been doing to her; Ignored. I guess I need to fight my mind more harder to gain control. Because all it feels like I’m doing is destroying everything around me.

My mind just doesn’t know what the fuck it wants. I just can’t win.

If I’m meant to suffer and be alone, then that’s ok. I’d rather it be me any day than any one of you because

I love you.

My mind is my biggest enemy.

BUT

I know you care x I appreciate you guys x I know it’s going to take time (despite the brutal overthinking and anxiety it’s giving me) for things to settle down. I apologise for everything I’ve done x

But this is a battle that I need to fight on my own for a little while. When it gets better I’ll let you know!

So that the next time I finally hear from you, I’ll be in a place where it won’t hurt as much - if you decide to say goodbye for good.

The end.

[dorenarox]

A sniper? Well if TF2 has taught me anything...

[juusbox]

he got tadpoled because he failed an intimidation check against orin, but he doesn't remember that

[butchmartyr]

sometimes i get so frustrated about how many transmisogynistic users get reblogged despite their reliable-to-the-point-of-predictability episodes of vitriolic hostility against transfems or absolute lack of care in spreading hearsay about us that i think of making a big blocklist or callout, but its a foolish idea because callouts are only for making a spectacle and Other of someone in order to reinforce norms in the in group. transmisogyny callouts never spread to a large audience for this reason; as a rhetorical tool, they are not for enacting justice.

and even if they could, i stop myself, because they're a stupid way of trying to stop bigotry in the first place. we should be striving to be able to recognize bigoted rhetoric and challenge it ourselves, to stand with the marginalized in our communities, rather than making the victims have to point out The Bad Ones over and over since you can't see. and clearly, you can't see! because i cant hardly scroll this website and see an acquaintance reblog a post without recognizing op as either an open transmisogynistic themself, or a useful idiot for transmisogynists and spreading their callouts. (many of which included private pictures and nudes for "evidence" towards their evil kinks; to make this clear, revenge porn with a coat of progressive paint.)

but time and time again, nobody sees the problem when it happens to trans women. its all a pretense to voice preconceptions of disgust to trans women. they dont really believe that making shitty posts is equivalent to actual sexual abuse, just like they dont actually believe that wearing thigh highs is pedophile-coded, its all just excuses to hate trans women like they want to. for them, its just finding excuses to put in the keywords that turn peoples brains off and play into their bias. oh, sure, i cyberstalked literal years into her private nsfw blog to dig up that nude and match it with a selfie from her main and i put both in the callout im spreading around, but why would that be bad? dont you know she calls her girlfriend mommy in private sometimes? look, i did mental gymnastics to equate this consensual roleplay to real world harm, its totally pedo-incest coded! look, i said shes into raceplay apropos of nothing just to get people pissed at her, but you're not gonna check, right? why would spreading that and her nudes- sorry i mean evidence of her crimes to more strangers and exposing her to transphobes be bad? how can it be sexual harassment when the woman person really really deserves it i promise?