#come scream with me if you want

[mmmm-burnt-eggs]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

That is all

[notalostcausejustyet]

Text wall after this pic of the absolutely ridiculous pre storm sunrise from work yesterday.

CW for mentions of DV/SA/general trauma

On being a survivor of violence and touch starvation:

Humans are primates, and primates are social creatures. Primates live in groups and spend a huge portion of time grooming socially. Touching, to reinforce the group bonds. Humans are primates and we need physical contact the same way primates do. Our brains don’t uptake serotonin correctly or make dopamine in the correct amounts without consistent physical contact from other humans. It’s a simple biological fact. A necessity born of evolution.

So. Where does that leave a person with a history of domestic violence and sexual assault? For me personally this is a huge conflict. I am constantly touch starved. I also generally hate touching 99.9999 percent of people. I’m jumpy and my limbic system exist in a state of high idling. I was out with friends last night and flinched so visibly when one of them touched me on the arm unexpectedly that she apologized profusely several times. And I hate it. I hate that every time I go to touch someone I have to talk my body back from a ledge. It’s always a conscious choice. But I WANT to be touched. I want to be held and comforted, to feel safe and like I’m a part of the human race. It’s such a mindfuck. This is something I need to have to be healthy, but that my body and brain were trained to understand as dangerous from an early age. And it doesn’t help that so many people conflate intimate touch with sex. And by intimate I mean cuddling, actually sleeping with someone, running your fingers through someone’s hair, holding hands, the sort of half hour long hugs you need when you have to breakdown sometimes. All of those things are things that we are biologically hard wired to need as a species. It isn’t about sex, it’s about being human and a part of the humanity around you. It’s about closeness and connection and safety. But it’s so damned hard when all your experiences teach you that you can’t have any of that because either there will be expectations attached or any hand offered comes in the form of a closed fist. And I don’t have a solution to this, I don’t know what the answer is. I’m just frustrated and tired and apparently in need of a proper platonic cuddle. I only know that I had dream about being held while I cried it out a couple of weeks ago and woke up feeling better rested than I have in years. That dream has such a chokehold on me that I wake up with my own hand gripping my hair down to the scalp most mornings. This all just screaming into the void. And to raise some public awareness about how important touch is, but how complicated it is our society and how fraught it is for those of us with trauma related to physical touch. We need to be human too.

[yrsonpurpose]

Please stay gorgeous and strong and unbelievable. I miss you I miss you I miss you I love you. I’m calling you as soon as I send this, but I know you like to have these things written down. A ✿ / ❀

[lil-lemon-snails]

"I can't ignore what's under dancefloor boards, The rhythm of my heart a dead-as-disco beat, But I still move my feet, to slip out of this groove, I'm free" ~ 2econd 2ight 2eer, Will Wood, The Normal Album

I have been plagued with visions of LDR Sun every time I listen to this song and I NEEDED to get this out of my system @spadillelicious when do we get to smooch the boy pLEASE

v textless version and close ups under cut!! v

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix - Sebastian Vettel(ft. Mark Webber & Jenson Button)

[ghostdrinkssoup]

tfw you’re a closeted gay man but you’re trapped in a show where cannibalism is a metaphor for gay sex (among other things) and you’re too afraid to stare into the abyss because you know goddamn well the abyss stares back so you ignore all your demons and bloodlust and the hot psychiatrist that keeps subtly suggesting that murder is the new black and pretend to be so normal that you end up watching the love of your life (aforementioned hot psychiatrist) turn himself in because he can’t bear to live without you and to cope with that you marry the hottest single mum near you because let’s be honest you’re too far gone to download grindr or pick up a knife and start stabbing people now so you just sit yourself down and enjoy awful peaceful domesticity for the next three years and quietly scream

[inoreuct]

thinking about zoro being the crew's main protector.

it’s quite literally his role amongst the straw hats; luffy's captain, usopp's their sniper, sanji cooks, nami navigates, chopper's their doctor, franky's their shipwright, jinbei's their helmsman and brook's their musician but zoro? zoro's their swordsman. zoro’s their guardian. his job is to be the first line of defense and protect everybody else so they can focus on doing their own thing and sure, none of them really need protecting— but they don't have to worry about defending themselves, either, because whoever they can't or don't want to handle zoro will finish up (if he hasn't gotten to them first).

like imagine a bunch of idiots cornering one of the crew (bad idea.) and picking nami because she's the woman without a devil fruit, as opposed to robin (BAD idea.). they've got her surrounded in the dead end of an alleyway and have somehow neutralised her clima-tact and she’s not worried, she’s not.

but against twelve men and with her weapon essentially now just a regular staff, she might be panicking. just a little. she’s gotten a couple of them good enough that they’re down for the count before a chain wrapped around her ankle trips her. it pulls at enough memories, faded but never forgotten, to bring up a sickening wave of fear and anger— and nami decides that she’s had enough of the bullshit.

she takes a deep breath and screams. “ZORO!”

the silence afterwards is deafening. the wind shifts, gently lifting the pieces of hair stuck to her sweaty face, and the men laugh uneasily. one of them yanks hard on the chain and she spits at him, heels scrabbling against the dusty ground even as he starts reeling her in like a fish on a hook. “he can’t hear you, little missy,” he snickers, grin widening the longer nobody shows up.

it’s still on his face when his head slides right off his neck.

blood sprays right before his body crumples like a doll. it takes a second for the others to realise and then the screaming starts— none of them get any farther than three steps before zoro’s cutting them down, swift swings of his sword and almost surgically precise slices rendering them incapacitated if not plain dead.

“sorry i’m late, witch.” the swordsman’s breathing hard, gore dripping off his blades even as he arcs one down and snaps the chain off nami’s leg with a growl. “did they hurt you?”

“no. no, i’m fine,” nami breathes, her smile quivering just a little— not because she’s shaken, no. because she’s pissed.

zoro’s voice is gruff as always, but his hands are careful if not outright gentle as he kneels to inspect her ankle before pulling her to her feet. “stay close,” he mutters, making sure that she’s nodded before cutting them a path through the fray. they bump into chopper next, and the doctor’s out cold over zoro’s shoulder in his regular form by the time sanji joins them to guard their flank. nami’s taken to just using her clima-tact as a bat for now, and it’s admittedly efficient.

she knew zoro would come. he always does. for all that they bicker and snip at each other, zoro has always protected his crew— even when said crew was just three people on what could barely be called a boat. he’d fought for her at arlong park and he fights for her now, his sword slicing over her head at an enemy she can’t see as she ducks low to jam her staff into another’s stomach.

they’ve moved closer to their ship when they find jinbei, then robin, then usopp, then brook and franky, and then zoro’s yelling luff, time to go! and their captain’s launching them all back onto the Sunny with a gleeful cackle that makes nami wheeze a laugh as they land in a mildly painful pile of limbs. somebody’s elbow digs into her ribs and she’s pretty sure that’s sanji’s bony kneecap pressed into her lower back. the swordsman swears as he sets about trying to pry them all apart and luffy seems to be actively fighting him, based on how his cursing’s getting more and more colourful.

behind them, their enemies burn, sliced to pieces. they debrief in the galley and zoro refuses to come away from the door until nami drags him by the ear and sanji threatens to personally shove dessert down his throat. they both know it’s because zoro’s still guarding them from a threat that doesn’t exist anymore.

they know he pretends not to care as much as he does. they know he keeps his words blunt and his swords sharp, but zoro lets luffy hang off him, unfazed, and makes a marginal effort to stick to nami’s budget even when he’s getting booze, and he eats his dessert. every last bit. he lets usopp fire moving targets to slice through so they can both practice. he keeps collateral damage when sparring with sanji to a minimum. he stitches whoever needs it up himself when chopper’s a little too tired.

and when his crew calls, he answers.

(now with a part from nami’s pov!)

[deoidesign]

A frustrating development with the growing lack of reading comprehension I've personally noticed is an emerging fervor of insisting things aren't canon unless they are explicitly stated beyond all reasonable doubt.

I can not emphasize enough how harmful a mindset this is to have. Yes, it's wonderful to have characters outright say "I'm trans," but to deny a character's identity for not saying that is dangerous.

Plenty of real people prefer not to use specific labels. Historically, people didn't have our modern terms or modes of expression. Many modern cultures don't use these terms, either, and plenty of people within those that do can't safely openly identify.

If the only representation you accept as canon is within modern (and let's be honest, wealthy white able-bodied American) standards, then you are denying yourself and others a huge amount of representation and seriously limiting the media around you.

[souredfigs]

Of lovers burdened with glory and doomed since the beginning of time

Book mentioned: The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller/Song used: Achilles come down by Gang of Youths/Jujutsu Kasien 0 manga/Jujutsu Kaisen light Novel 1/Jujutsu kaisen manga chapters 78 and 236 by creator Gege Akutami/Jujutsu Kaisen season 2 , director Shōta Goshozono

[willowser]

every single day i think about the influence touya would have had on shouto as an older brother.

he has to take him everywhere he goes, so they're always jamming to the same hardcore music in touya's shitty car. shouto, obviously, develops a taste for the same bands, same songs. shouto is also in the ride-along to buy cigarettes and beer at midnight, and touya threatens his whole entire life if he tells rei, but shouto would never because he likes going too much.

shouto 100% would attempt to kick the ass of anyone that talked shit to his brother. little string bean, doesn't matter, this little boy is throwing HANDS for touya, and touya very much has the attitude of "no one can fuck with my little brother but me". whenever shouto gets in trouble for doing something he shouldn't be doing, touya is always taking the fall for him, no questions asked. shouto lies for touya like it's second nature.

shouto wants an earring because of touya, and touya probably GIVES the piercing to him, which makes enji blow a gasket. touya learns to play the drums and then shouto wants to, too — though he ends up being better than touya and touya promptly quits after that. touya teaches him to drive. shouto gets drunk for the first time with touya BECAUSE touya wants to be there to take care of him. they hate each other, they get into fist fights all the time, rolling around the house as fuyumi screams at both of them. they're best friends. they understand each other more than anyone else ever could.

[oneluckydragon]

"Suddenly the world was gray and dull and my heart was so heavy I felt like I couldn’t move, let alone make it back to Treasure Town. But because of Echo’s last wish… I was able to keep living.”

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SORA : (Partner)

Abilities: Justified / Inner Focus

Nature: Gentle / Hardy

Moveset: Aura Sphere / Metal Claw / Poison Jab / Dragon Pulse

[crow-with-a-pencil]

Hi @naffeclipse I'm very normal about your fic. Have some frantic midnight sketches as extra kudos along with some tag rambling :)

[hayaku14]

WTF I JUST FOUND OUT THIS KAISHIN AMV GOT DELETED AND IDK WHERE TO FIND IT, I'M FUCKING DEVASTATED THIS IS MY LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA

if anyone has a copy or knows where else it's uploaded, please tell me I'M BEGGING

[thedeadthree]

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[castiellesbian]

aghh it just makes me bounce off the walls because NEITHER mary nor dean were in the wrong. it's circumstances!!! mary was right to feel claustrophobic by the expectations put on her to be the perfect mother, to feel dislocated in a decade she doesn't belong in with sons that are older than she is (<-in theory, obviously sam smith playing her doesn't make this conflict very apparent). but dean is ALSO right to resent her for not being there for him! for not being there for sam! he's right to want a mother that will be able to shoulder his emotional burden because that's what parents do and he NEVER had that growing up!! it's just such a compelling plot because the conflict is truly organic and unforced and not easily resolved, or even maybe possible to resolve. just like real life.

[daily-hanamura]