#triggering topics

[ghostyypawzz]

bored so i did these ♪

— they’re just like me fr fr !! ( ^ω^ )

[chaostroid]

mouthwashing … save me mouthwashign…

( this is another spoiler filled yapfest from yours truly )

on gang IF YOU DONT FW SWANSEA I DONT FW YOU!!!! everyone in that game was so awesome except for jimmy I WILL NOT SURVIVE IF EVERYONE JUST LOVES ANYA AND CURLY

i heart them the most too but daisuke.. swansea… .. lore…

alsoalso also

fanart incomjng

i like drawing weird and creepy shit #im drawing curly for a pfp

RAHHHH

curly had so much time to reflect on jimmy whilst immobile. DUDE im so

im☹️

i saw someone say something like “curly deserved it” or something. guys i have a hard pill for you to swallow. (pun intended)

Curly, after finding out Jimmy raped Anya, obviously didn’t go and hurt him?? TRUST ME i know rape is super super traumatic and bad and a felony but Curly had to ensure EVERYONE was safe at all times. They are confined to a fucking space ship bro. Curly, who has worked hard to get his position, is not throwing his life out the window trying to kill a rapist, whom on landing will be arrested if he reports it !!!!!!! and better yet - ANYA REPORTS IT !!!

Curly was an incredible captain in my opinion.

He stayed incomprehensibly calm, was able to keep everyone (before the crash) at bay, likely resolving quarrels and such between coworkers. As much as we all love seeing it, Curly could not have taken the risk of killing a rapist. everyone except for daisuke (it seems) knows that jimmy is a terrible person, based on how they act around him.

Curly wanted to keep everyone safe, and if jimmy is able to break into the dormitory of, and rape his coworker, what else is he capable of?

However, despite all that, i do want to note:

Tulpar was going to arrive like day of the crash or at least in that time period if i remember correctly - if they were going to spend years together in that ship, that’s when killing jimmy became an option. Even just months, or a month. Punishment by death is what i’m presuming they’d have to do.

Mostly because any other punishment might send Jimmy into a tailspin and someone else will get hurt.

so anyway tldr curly was just professional and a generally good person and anya deserved better i love her so much.,., i loaf daisuke.., swansea..,.,,… c ..,. curly..,.,,

[alteriivik]

I want to quickly say this before delving more into the topic: this covers very triggering topics, especially towards minors

Heyyyy omg I'm so sorry I hate to be this person, but are you aware of @/sugarycotton??

I don't have a big platform (none at all, I'm just a reader and lurker), but i was wondering if it's okay if you could help bring attention to how problematic their account is.

I understand that people have dark blogs, but they're straight up writing r@pe inc3st, b3@si@lity, eroguro with minors, p3d0philia (up to as young as 7, but i didnt want to delve too deep cuz.. well i think it speaks for itself), and romanticizing abuse and gr00ming sh behaviors towards minors.

I'm worried about people in the top!reader and dark blog writing community to stumble upon their account/posts because this can be incredibly triggering to many. Yes, dark blogs cover triggering content, but i feel this blog goes waaaaaaayyy over the line.

Once again, I'm so so so sorry to just spring this out of nowhere, but if you or someone you know can help bring awareness to this blog, i would be incredibly grateful.

hellooo, i was not aware of this person beforehand but you dont need to apologize for wanting to spread awareness for something as serious as this!!

i’ve actually took it upon myself to look for their account and wow, this blog does go WAY over the line, as you said. like way way over the line, they’re burning it. the shit they said in just the first few posts (the very first one actually) was fucking horrid and disgusting. i didn’t want to scroll to far because in just a few posts, i’ve already got the gist on what they say. and you’ve practically outlined the things they do so…

i’d like to thank you for your concern for others. thank you for bringing this to my attention (even tho im a small writer) and for speaking up abt this matter bcs im still astounded on how fucked up this person’s blog is.

to whoever is reading this, pls guys report this dumpster-fire of a blog or just warn people abt them cuz wtf

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

It’s already been said, but god, are we fucked.

My string of consciousness from behind tears in under the cut. It is heavy, so if you aren’t of the right mindset right now, please don’t read but I need to get these thoughts off my mind.

Yesterday morning, I cried – a mix of anxious fear and also of hope. I’m 35 years old, my first presidential election that I could vote in was in 2008, Obama’s first term. I still remember the hope.

I remember 2012, and 2016. I wish I didn’t remember 2016. How disappointed I was in the people of this country then. I remember the anger and the rage felt by my fellow democrats, by my fellow women. I told myself I’d fight, I’d always fight, but I was 27 then, younger, not yet worn down from years that were to follow.

Then there was 2020. I thought we saw the light, learned from our mistake. I remember the joy, watching people dance in fountains and pop bottles of champagne on Tiktok in Chicago and New York.

Then came January 6th. My sister messaged me over chat during work “Go turn on your TV”, I watched in real time to events of January 6th. How could our country come to this? Believe me, I’ve never been a “USA USA” chanting type person, outside of the Olympics, this country has flaws, we aren’t perfect. But we have been a beacon of hope to the world – I’m afraid we’re now a beacon of the end. I always believed the notion of “Those who do not learn history are damned to repeat it” and clearly y’all missed a lot of history classes.

Yesterday, I cried.

I cried when I went to bed at around 10:30 PM EST, I wasn’t trying to look at the election results. I couldn’t, because I felt sick to my stomach. I always know the South is going to go red, there’s no helping those shithole states – I say this living in North Carolina, the first swing state to fall red. On the bright side, we did keep a democratic governor and attorney general. Still, I once had hope that North Carolina would fall blue even by the slimmest of margins, that Georgia would stay blue. But no.

I woke up around 1:11 AM, the results hadn’t been called yet, but one story was on my phone “Harris won’t address supporters” and with it a picture of a grown man, face buried in his palms, crying. The blurry faces behind him, all in tears.

I cried then as well. Face buried in my pillow, trying to stay quiet.

Some might say “It’s just 4 years” it’s not. The ramifications of what happens in these next four years are far reaching, two potential Supreme Court seats may open and with a super conservative majority. The average length of a SCOTUS position, 22.7 years. So, it’s not 4 years. Meaning that the rest of my life, I can be affected by those rules – and they will come.

I cried this morning. They aren’t the body wrecking sobs that I feel because I’m just so tired of this shit. God, not to go on the Millennial rant here but can I stop having to face these world shifting events? We lived through 9/11, The Iraq War, the Great Recession, the list goes on and on – I’m fucking tired of it.

And today, I having to come to terms with what the next four plus years will be. What I stand to lose, and I’ve already lost.

The worst part of this is the one thought that has stuck with me. It wasn’t “I need to keep fighting” it’s I’m too tired to fight. I guess, it’s best said, “They’ll never take me alive” because all I thought about was killing myself. Ending it. I’ve never had these thoughts before, not seriously. Sure I’ve been depressed before, but not to the point I haven’t been able to push away the “I want to die” thought.

It might be better if I did. I know it’s just the depression speaking, that I’ll wake up tomorrow still depressed but not wanting to die. And in a couple days, I’ll still be depressed but the anger will set it. It’s different stages of grief, maybe not in the right order and I don’t think I’ll ever come to acceptance but I’ll get somewhere.

There is another thought that is lingering behind that “I wanna kill myself” one, of “fuck around and find out” – you see, I may be fine in 4 years, certainly won’t be better but I could be fine. But those stupid fucks that voted Republican that are single incomes, living paycheck to paycheck, ohhhh they’re about to get a rude fucking awakening. And I’m going to fucking love to see it.

But for now, I need some space, some time, I’m going to cry a lot. I may not be too talkative on Discord or here.

[pomstr4wberr]

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୧ ‧₊˚ 🍼 ꒰TW: DARK CONTENT, Pedophilia, grooming, trauma response, family issues, abusive family, mention of attempted r8pe but it doesn't happen here.

NOTE: DARK CONTENT !! The trauma response is based off my mine, be warned this is dark.

TRAUMA RESPONSE ::

Trauma is an emotional response to a terrible event like an accident, r8pe, or natural disaster. Immediately after the event, shock and denial are typical. Longer term reactions include unpredictable emotions, flashbacks, strained relationships, and even physical symptoms like headaches or nausea. Trauma response can be different for people for me I miss them[a trauma response that some people might have]

Please be warned if these topics trigger you! If this triggers you or bugs, you ignore!

THE FAMILIAR room stings your eyes. Blurry around the edges of your eyes like an old picture.

The writing of paper fulls your ears. It's the only thing you can hear. Your thoart feels dry, and it hurts. You don't have enough saliva to swallow.

He hums a tune, you remember, but at the same time, it's like you dont know the tune. You can't say a word, he coughs and you can a hear a chair moving it makes a thud noise.

He turns at you smiling, his smile is so familiar. The smile burns into your memory,

"Sorry for ignoring you, mx yn. You weren't scheduled for today, it must be important." He says, he pushes his glasses back up his nose, you can't say a word.

But you managed to say it, "Mr. Ito, I have came here to ask you something..." your words get quieter at the end of your words. He has a facial expression of confusion but he nods his head.

"Okay, mx yn tell your question." He puts down his pen and pushes his chair a bit closer. You get nervous, your face heats up a bit you swallow.

You close your fist hard, you can feel paper against your skin. You think if you still squeezing hard it can cutting your skin.

"Wo-would you look to s-see a movie with me?.." You managed to say out, you slowly let go of your fist,

"A movie?" He cocks his head to his side in confusion, you nod your head. A movie ticket tow of course. You saved up money in your cute pink piggy bank it had big cute doe eyes.

"Ah yes," you show him the movie tickets it was a romance comedy one. He takes once looking at it, smiling. His smiling face makes you blush.

"Okay, then let's watch. I could have a break." You smiled, he got up and helped you. His hands holding your hands you wished that lasted forever.

Sometimes you wished he had feelings for you like you did had for him maybe he did? But he would be getting in trouble for dating or having romantic feelings for some one young as you. Even though it can't be that bad right?

your old enough right? 16 isn't bad, your old enough.

You heard your parent's In arguing it isn’t new, but you heard a loud slap and crying. Normally you would go out and help your mom but you couldn't be late or he's going to disappointed in you.

And you were going to waste money if you didn't go and what happen if some other person would go up to him and watch the movie with him?!

You sneaked out, the cold breeze hits you, it gave you goosebumps.

You saw him outside, you couldn't help but smile. You yelled his name, he looked up and smiled waving at you, you waved excitedly.

You guys both got in, you couldn't focus on the movie it was like a blur to you. You wanted to puke to out of happiness because of Mr. Ito being so close to you.

You breathe in and out, it was like nobody else was in there just you and him. You slowly lean into his shoulder.

You blushed and after that everything was a blur, it was like you were floating above the clouds.

After that day, he distanced himself from you, Why?

He explained it was because you were doing good. You weren't on his list anymore why could this happen?

You soon found out that a teacher named Ms. Miyaki, a teacher who teached the freshmen. Why could she have done this?!

You remember walking up to her asking her why, she explained that it was wrong and that Mr. Ito would go to jail.

Harsh knocking is heard.

"Ito you can't do this to a child!" A female voice is heard on the other side of the door.

"Ms. Miyaki, you don't have to knock so harshly."

The female looked mad,

"Ito! You are having a romantic relationship with a sixteen year old." She yelled at his face clearly mad.

"Ms miyaki, they are old enough to make this decision. Their not a kid anymore" he explains.

"Ito that is no excuse for what you did! They are still sixteen!" She gets more mad.

You clench your fist this is all her fault. You felt more depressed than ever, you felt Angier towards her.

You did something to her but she survived, luckily she didn't know if was you but she thought it was your "lovely lover".

He was soon put in jail for pedophilia, attempted murder and attempted r8pe.

Attempted r8pe? Apparently she thought that he took advantage of you, that didn't happen the attempt murder was you.

You felt weird, you were suppose to get rid of her then run away with him. But he's in jail and it was all your fault.

Your noise hurts, the smell of smoke gives you a headache. The abandoned school which is now a place of rebellious teens. Smoking and graffiti on the walls.

There's mold and leaves on the school, you made it inside though a broken window. You made it to Mr ito's old room, the room you would be in before the addicted you caused happen and before he left you.

You sat down, breathing in and out. It reminded you of the old times. You clench your fist, whispering to yourself.

You held yourself like what he did before you left after the movie. He whispered in your ear, kissing you.

You wish that you could live in that moment forever.

Why am I like this?

Why do I miss you?

Why do I want you back?

Why why? You did gross things but at the same time you want him back.

Why do I miss you please tell me. I want to be fixed, I don't want to be like this anymore.

Why why do I miss you?

[life-after-laughter]

Talking to someone after only reading about them in the headlines is a trip. It feels like we "know" you, but the person we know doesn't actually exist. Was any of it true? The tights, the glitter, the beanbag gun? They paint you as a manic pixie dreamer but you seem so down to earth here.

Yeah, some good therapy will do that to a girl, heh.

Might as well address the giggling elephant in the room on my own terms while I got the chance.

So my ex, he was a real funny guy. Had a knack for makin' folks feel awful small. Useless. Like they'd never be anything without him. Like if they walked away, the world would end. And when a girl feels powerless, next to a monster, she'll do just about anything to make sure that monster doesn't notice how helpless she is.

So I tried to be funny. Cuz when my ex was in a good mood, he'd prop up everyone around 'im while he was preenin', took everyone with 'im to the top of the world. So yeah, the whole manic pixie maniac gig, that was all me, and it was me playin' the fool to make an even bigger fool happy.

Cuz, see, thing is, he hated bein' upstaged. And when he was in a bad mood, he'd lash out at whoever was closest, and he lashed out mean, and I tended to be within arm's reach more often than not.

He tried to kill me eight times. Almost succeeded, thrice, if it wasn't for Jonny patchin' me up, I don't think I'd be here.

But, there's been a lotta therapy between then and now. The world didn't end when my ex died, and neither did I. And I'm a li'l bit less manic for havin' to play second fiddle to his moods - I think I'm better for it. Spandex's junk at heat retention anyways.

[zombolouge]

I appreciate it when people understand that declaring something a "triggering" subject does not mean it should never be depicted.

Had some great conversations lately about depicting different types of trauma and whatnot in media, or even joking about darker subjects, and it just makes me deeply, deeply appreciate folks that can look at something in a media, realize it's harming them psychically, but not then insist that's a fault in the media. Or an ill of society. Or a sin we should banish. To simply accept that they're not in a place to absorb it while still respecting the right of other's to explore it more. That right there is king shit.

I think understanding sensitive topics and triggers, and how they can be damaging if not properly labeled or considered, is a GREAT improvement on media literacy, but there's definitely a subset of fandom that conflates that with forbidden. If it's a trigger, it should be avoided, banned, or that only a perpetrator would want to depict it, or that it MUST be depicted in a specific way or else it's not okay.

But as someone with CPTSD that has had clinical trauma triggers, triggers SHOULD be explored. At your own pace and when you're ready.

Fucked up topics SHOULD be studied and twisted around fictional people and scenarios, giving us low-stakes ways to engage with high-stakes psychological concepts. We SHOULD see all kinds of takes on the subject and be able to look at them critically, whether the depiction is "good" or "bad". People can fuck up the portrayal and then we should discuss what makes us uncomfortable about it. People can nail the portrayal and we should find catharsis in seeing ourselves - or seeing others we know. And everything in between. All without assuming the author/creator set out to punish you and people like you in the process (half the time even the worst portrayals are just idiocy moving at high speeds anyways lol).

We've all got a right to say "oh, this is not doing me good to interact with right now", or "I can't find the humor in this topic", and I just wanna spread some love to the people that can also say, "but I hope everyone else can get something out of it" and go about their business.

[atinylittlediary]

I wonder if he ever fantasizes about what he took from me,

If he still takes pleasure in my suffering,

If he revels in it.

[laurentlemonke]

I forgot to mention that I post about mental health sometimes and I vent, so beware of that. If you're not comfortable with talks of psychosis/delusions/paranoia, maybe look away. I don't think that's related to age though so even if you're a minor, if you can handle those topics, you're free to view my blog👌

[adriendacat-vent-blog]

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[directactionforhope]

By the way, even if you fully plan to vote for Biden in November (because Trump would be worse and has declared that if elected he would ban Palestinians from entering the US x, x, x, x)...

You can and I would argue should call or email Biden or whatever other Democrats represent you and just straight up lie about it. Tell them "I'm a constituent, and I've voted for you in x number of elections, and thanks to your support for the genocide of the Palestinian people, I will never, ever vote for you again."

Politicians, Democrats, and especially Biden need a fire lit under their asses, because the vast majority of them clearly aren't going to do shit without one. Or, worse, be like Biden and actively be the reason that Israel can continue its genocide on a political, monetary, and military level.

Tell Biden and other politicians that you will never vote for them again. It doesn't matter if it's true. It will help pressure US politicians to stop this genocide, and therefore it's the right thing to do.

Obviously this also applies to other countries where politicians are supporting Israel's genocide, especially countries that have cut funding to UNRWA (list here).

[makasdisaster]

E.D really be kicking my ass cuz on one hand i’m starving and know i have to eat an on the other hand if i have more then 2 bites of something i want to it throw up

[ducktracy]

there are a lot of evil people in the world and a lot of darkness in the world and so it’s very important for me to stress that now more than ever is the time to spread kindness and compassion. combat the evil by not only not partaking in it, but actively refuting it. destroy the notion that being compassionate or generous or kind to someone is uncool or embarrassing or even scary. be the change you want to see. start a chain reaction. positivity only breeds more positivity. do an act of kindness for someone so that that person who is too afraid to do it themselves can see you, realize that they’re not alone, and perhaps sheepishly follow your example. and then the next person who is too afraid but sees that person can do the same. when bad news comes out about bad people or horrible atrocities in the world it’s such an easy impulse to despair, and obviously it’s important to feel what you need to feel. grieve. be angry. be sorrowful. be empathetic. but dust off your pants and get up and be a part of a chain reaction that, no matter how small the scale, and spread compassion and love and care. all the reasons why you might not—“it’s hard! it’s scary! people will make fun of me! it’s useless because there’s too much evil!” are all grade A arguments as to why you should. you have no idea how many people you could inspire to do the same. even if it doesn’t get you anyway far, you can at least say you have the nobility of trying. please choose love and please choose life. you are worth loving and you are worth inspiring others to love

[atinylittlediary]

It feels so stupid to say that i wont kill myself because i care about people,

It feels like a cop out,

Like im too chicken,

But who will find me?

Who will have to find my body, how could i do that to them?

Why cant i just disappear,

Why do i have to be remembered?

[morganbritton132]

Oh geez this might be a double ask because my phone glitched out when I tried to send previously BUT just wanted to say that I love ur Steve has older siblings au

I also need to say that I shamelessly combined that au with ur post about Tommy knowing Steve the best. Just picturing Steve’s sibs zoning out when his mom lists what he can’t eat because they assume she’s just being difficult. Flash forward a few years and they accidentally poison Steve with like peanut butter cookies and are realllly lucky that Tommy was staying over that weekend and knows he’s allergic.

anyways thx for all ur writing!

I only got this ask once so we’re good! The Steve Has Older Siblings AU has kinda been on hold for a bit because Dustin is either the easiest or the hardest character to write and right now, he’s being difficult for me.

BUT! I love this.

I’m going to change it around a bit because I’m on this kick right now where Steve is allergic to aspirin. Also, with the way that Steve’s mom is written for this AU, she is negligent but protective of her son. I don’t think she’d allow peanut butter in the house if Steve was allergic.

She wouldn’t allow aspirin either but Richard insists that it’s the only thing that cures a migraine (hangover), and Steve’s eight. He doesn’t even like taking his Flintstone vitamins so she’s not concerned about him getting in the medicine cabinet.

It’s not common that Tommy stays over at Steve’s when they’re sick.

Typically his mom watches them at their house but she had to go wake up his grandma (“That doesn’t make any sense. Why can’t she set an alarm clock?”/”I dunno, Steve. That’s what Mommy said. She had to go to Granny’s wake.”) so Mrs. Harrington was babysitting them.

Mrs. Harrington isn’t very good at taking care of them. Tommy wouldn’t tell Steve that because it’ll make him sad, but his mom kinda sucks at this. She doesn’t even give them popsicles for their sore throats or kiss their foreheads to check their temperature. She just disappears for long periods of time to yell into the phone.

Tommy’s kinda happy when she has to go into the office because he thinks Claire might look after them, but she’s apparently studying in her room so Steve’s brothers are doing it.

Tommy secretly likes this better because Jason and Richie are very nice to him, and they tell him that he’s cooler than Steve. No one has ever said that before! Not even Carol and they got married under the jungle gym.

Tommy likes hanging out with them even if he feels icky today.

He is standing in the kitchen next to Steve, watching Richie cut a little orange pill in half with a knife. Richie keeps muttering under his breath about running out of the ‘liquid S H I T.’ Tommy thinks it’s funny that he said a bad word, but can’t laugh about it because he can see the bottle that the pill came out of and –

“I don’t think we take that,” He voices but Richie brushes him off. He says it’s like candy. Tommy has brothers too, so he knows that sometimes you gotta give in or they’ll rub your face into the carpet until you get rugburn, but, “I know but… but what if only I take it?”

“You take half,” Richie tells him. “Stevie over here takes the other half and then we’re right as rain. It reduces fever.”

“Yeah,” Jason adds from behind them. “So your brain doesn’t leak out your ears.”

Tommy looks over at Steve but he isn’t fully awake so there’s not much of a reaction there. Plus, he’s not a very good reader so Tommy’s not sure if he even knows what the bottle says. He tries again, ignoring Jason, “That’s not what Mrs. Harrington gave us earlier.”

“Yeah, I know. This is better.”

“Steve can’t take that,” Tommy tries again after he crunches the medicine between his teeth. He sticks out his tongue so Richie can see that it’s gone, and then adds, “Mommy gave that to him once and it made him really sick.”

“It did?” Steve croaks, snatching his hand back when Richie tries to hand him the pill. Richie tries to force the pill into his mouth but Steve presses his lips together. It makes his brother swear and gesture to Jason, and then Steve is snatched off his feet with a hand pinching his nose shut.

He struggles and Tommy wants to help but he – he also wants Richie and Jason to like him so, he doesn’t help. Steve gasps for breath and the pill goes in…and Steve is fine. He’s angry and out of breath, and his nose is still stuffy so he still kinda sounds like a frog but he’s not.. he’s not blue like last time.

Tommy thinks, oh. He thinks, cool.

Everything is fine for fifteen minutes and then Tommy is yelling out the door of Steve’s bedroom that they need help. Steve is breathing weird and – “and, I – I think he’s going to die!”

A lot of stuff happens at once. Claire leaves her room, Jason and Richie come up the stairs, and they all start yelling and blaming each other. No one really jumps into action until Tommy bursts into tears. Then it’s movement and car rides, and Tommy is sitting in the waiting room at the hospital without shoes on.

He doesn’t know how long they’ve been sitting there when Mr. and Mrs. Harrington rush into the room. The only thing he does know is that he’s never seen anybody look as angry as Mrs. Harrington did when she sees them.

She looks like she’s going to yell at them but Mr. Harrington grabs her by the arm and drags her to the reception desk. They disappear behind the white double doors that Steve went through.

It only makes Tommy cry harder.

[kaiist]

Just received my first ever “cheating” request in my inbox 💔💔💔

I thought I made it clear in my “About Me” post that I don’t write anything related to cheating (unless it’s in a dream or something), but it seems like you didn’t even bother reading it and just ran straight to my inbox with this 😔💔 I’d really appreciate it if you (reminder to others as well) could take a moment to read about what I do in my account—at least—before sending a request.

Thank you for liking my posts and writing, tho! (≡^∇^≡)