#choose your poison

[metriawaves]

not even death could make us part

[vendettasfanfictioning]

Cheers to the fact that Dean gained faith because of Castiel, so when Cas died...

[psychologeek]

To be clear: I don't put "alarms (missiles) on other parts", bc that's the obvious. (Like, already happening).

Disclaimer: PLEASE DON'T TAKE IT AS IDEA .

I handle via humour. And it's easier to make funny bets on "what's next" then think about *looking at the news from last week* (or, well, NOT looking bc PTSD, but yeah).

Thanks.

[allmightydepression]

i’ll admit, i’m intrigued. who’s the pink haired kid

Anya forger the cosmic brain kid of all time I will kill everyone and then myself for her I'm not even kidding-

[hiddenloner]

Check Your Environment

When we start to reflect on our environment and are eager to improve our lives - We will find ourselves at a point in our lives where we outgrow our environment. Most people do not care about what they discuss, harming people and being held accountable. We have to be conscious about us being a minority that is motivated, consistent, self-reflective and steady growing. So yes, it will be lonelier than leading an unhealthy, unconscious life like the majority of the people.

-Pem (hiddenloner)

[boqorka]

Understanding Emotions

Emotions are an essential part of human life, and they play a crucial role in shaping our experiences. They can be positive, such as joy and love, or negative, such as anger and sadness. Emotions can influence our thoughts, behavior, and actions, and it is essential to understand and manage them effectively to live a happy and fulfilling life.

The Importance of Emotional Wellbeing Emotional wellbeing refers to the ability to understand, manage, and express emotions effectively. It is an essential aspect of overall health and wellbeing, and it can impact every aspect of our lives, including relationships, work, and physical health. When we are emotionally balanced, we can cope with stress, make better decisions, and enjoy a better quality of life.

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[aneacc]

Cozy drinks for cozy moments ☕️✨

[ghor-dranas]

Pick a Tearror!

Not enough people are listening to Midst imo, so I'm going to do my level best to fix that by making this poll! Please choose a tearror to be afflicted by.

All of these are canonical, and this doesn't even come close to covering the weirdness of the Fold from which tearrors originate. Please, if you think these sound fun, go listen to Midst.

[nolife-hh]

That's a lot of 'sephs...!!

[grungepen]

[psylunari]

No but--

That scene when Dazai tells Kunikida about being a former Port Mafia executive. Kunikida was “the only one who didn't know it”. His usual working duo, and perhaps the closest people in the ADA. Kunikida should know, but doesn't, up to that point. I was thinking, why is that, exactly? I don't think Kunikida is just oblivious.

What if Dazai thought “such a morally upright guy couldn't ever see me in another light if I introduced myself from my past, not my present”? What if Dazai didn't want Kunikida to think poorly of him, and hid it on purpose?

Dazai was once “a person with a reputation”, and a frightening one. Odasaku dared to approach him despite that, also despite the hierarchy imbalance. Ignoring/reconsidering first impressions isn't something many people are willing to do.

What if he started fresh without any reputation this time?

Everyone knew that already. Dazai didn't care much about “what they'll think of me”. It “doesn't matter”.

Except for one specific person.

[blackberry-bloody]

Pick Your Poison 16

Happy spooky season y'all~

CWs: Gore, noncon body mod (amputation), probably not accurate medical procedures, description of gore/dissection of an arm (?)

Gore will be under the cut and in italics, skip pats the italicized section if you don't want to read gore.

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You accepted the rubber bit. 

Wordlessly you opened your mouth, allowing Berkley to forcefully shove it in, and bit down. Your vision was blurring now to the point you could look at the would-be corpse and not feel sick. Though you weren’t sure if it was the result of your erratic breaths or the seemingly infinite number of tears that stung your eyes, or more likely- a combination of the two. You watched as the blurry mass slowly hobbled around the room to gather various equipment, only to be brought back and placed neatly on a rolling metal cart beside you. You forced yourself not to look at the tools he’d grabbed.

You saw the glow in his eyes flicker for just a second before he finally turned to you and gave an incoherent gurgle. That was all the warning he gave before he started.

—

He started with a scalpel. Cutting a thin, deep line down the forearm of the arm you’d used to hit him over the railing. Then cutting two shorter lines at the top and bottom of the first. Gloved hands expertly pulled apart flesh. Your flesh. He reached back to the table and found a pair or clamps, allowing him full access to skin, muscle, blood and bone. If you could think anything beyond the pain, you might have felt disturbed by how skilled he seemed.

He cut thin slices out of muscle and tissue, along with delicately shaving scraping pieces of bone off, and placed them in a metal dish on the cart. Through your screaming that felt so distant from your own body, you briefly asked yourself what those could possibly be for…

Once the last sample was placed he put down the scalpel and removed the clamps, closing the flaps of flesh. He then steadily began the process of stitching the intrusion up. You forced yourself to breathe through the pain, even though your head was swimming. That had to be it, right? He’d said he wouldn’t kill you… 

It was not in fact “it”...

Once he’d finished with the stitches, done with clinical perfection, your heart leapt as he reached for the strap around your wrist. But rather than undoing it, he made it tighter. Much tighter. So tight it was cutting off what little blood flow there was. Your heart sank again, a fresh wave of terror washing through you as you watched him pick up a saw and hold it over your hand. You wailed into the bit, pleading, begging. You went ignored.

New, sharp pain exploded at the first pass along your wrist. The next dozen were no easier. You screwed your eyes shut and screamed until your voice couldn’t take it anymore. Then the sawing stopped… And all you heard echoing in your ears was the wet, fleshy thud of your hand joining the previous chunks. 

Swiftly he got to work in closing and bandaging the gaping wound.

—

You didn’t dare open your eyes until you’d heard him push the cart and all it’s… Contents… Away from sight. Your whole body screamed at you in pain. And any hope of fighting or running were wiped from thought. Not when your tormentor could do what he’d just done. He gestured for you to open your mouth again and you obeyed without hesitation, allowing the bit to be removed.

It was then that the doors swung open. Berkley wasn’t alone in this place…

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