#tw facial dysmorphia

[knifechased]

hc + dysmorphia

          【 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐂 + 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃. 】                     @snowdrcp

     Potentially triggering content below the read more. Tw for child abuse, human trafficking, dysmorphia, and self injury.

          There were numerous simultaneously occurring factors that contributed towards Killer eventually coming to develop facial dysmorphia. It was the combination of all these circumstances, rather than there being one single sole cause, or a single event which triggered his first instance of experiencing it.

     Killer has spent his entire life attempting to conceal his identity as a three-eye-tribe member for his own safety.      After his mother was first discovered by slave traders, she began sailing the ocean in an attempt of escape — this was how she came to become shipwrecked on Killer's home island in the first place. When he was three-years-old, her identity was discovered and they were separated; she was captured and sold at the Human Auction House at Sabaody Archipelago, and he has not seen her since. Killer was then handed to his self-acclaimed "foster father", who intended to raise him to also be an obedient slave and seal him to a fate similar as his mother once he was older, and able to sold for a higher price.

Killer was severely punished for disobedience, and was beaten for any behavior deemed unacceptable by his callous caregiver. This included displaying too much emotion, as it would be unsightly for a slave to be caught smiling, laughing, or crying. Killer would be physically abused if he was caught performing any of these actions, as well as being verbally mocked for them. He was degraded for the sight of his smile and the sound of his laugh even when it wasn't currently present, just to further discourage him from doing either in the future.

When he was thirteen, Killer killed his caregiver. It was around this time that he could recall the earliest instances of struggling to perceive his own face.      From then on, he was subjected into working for the single most powerful gang leader on the island — a ruthless man who ordered Killer to be his pawn, and to commit crimes he was not proud to be involved in. However, he had little choice in the matter. His freedom and escape were dependent on earning that man's trust, and doing as he was instructed was the only way he would have any hope of leaving that hellscape island.

The fear of being discovered for his third eye lead him to want to hide his face. The dread of having his emotions perceived lead him to want to hide his face. The mental turmoil of having taken a life when he was still only child lead him to want to hide his face. The shame of having to work under heartless man and act as if he were loyal to him without once grimacing at the things he said made him want to hide his face.

          The sensation only grew worse with time. Even after leaving his home island and putting that life behind him, the anxiety he felt did not cease.

Killer's facial dysmorphia is not due to a concern of being perceived as unattractive. He is not worried about being seen as ugly, nor does he particularly care about wanting to be handsome.      For Killer, his facial dysmorphia manifests in his inability to recognize that his face is actually his own. There is a disconnect between what he sees in the mirror, and what his brain is able to perceive as being his body. He cannot look at himself and register that he is looking at his own face. It is as if he has skinned someone else's face and now wears it; it feels incorrect, and somehow very distressing to look at. He feels inhuman, like he is only wearing the disguise of a person.

Having his face seen by other people is equally uncomfortable for Killer. Because he cannot perceive his own face, he also cannot imagine what other people are seeing when they look at him. This causes him to feel extremely out of control, as he has no concept of what he is or what he looks like to others.

When Killer is unable to wear his mask for extended periods of time, he cannot stop fixating on how his face feels. His skin is too tight, like it does not fit. This will incite him to keep repeatedly touching his face, and he will sometimes begin obsessively itching and scratching it to try and self sooth.

Very few members of his crew have seen him without his mask. Naturally, this includes Kid, Heat, and Wire. Many of the more recently recruited members have never seen him without it.

Killer's dysmorphia is limited only to his face, and the feeling does not extend to the rest of his body.

[meteor752]

Oh shit right, I have a blog

I wrote disssss

A piece of my dsmp Pokémon AU, the second fic I write for it.

Pokémon showcases has always been my favorite part of the XY anime, and maybe of Pokémon as a whole, so it was really fun to research, play around with, and expand upon it. Also, first time writing Boo, surprisingly fun!

There’s some implied TubboXRanboo childhood crush thing that can be read as platonic, but I thought I’d warn ya

[lyra-heartstring]

The feeling of making amazing outfits but then remembering im ugly makes me hit a newer low.

[fansta]

Even in my vent art I still can’t draw hands ;-;

I’m gonna tag the hell out of this one so no one gets spooked by it but if you see this and think I missed an important tag please let me know!

Sharing because even though it’s a bit distressing it’s still some cool art that I put some amount of effort into

I like getting to draw a really narsty gross face every now and then. When I’m drawing characters I’m aiming for them to look inhumanly pretty and good. So my normal artstyle doesn’t really work when I try to draw myself.

[n3on-graveston3s-calling]

A Mask to Hide My Sins

Characters: Killer, Eustass Kidd, Heat

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,135

Warnings: Anxiety, Dissociation, Facial Dysmorphia

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

The mask had been a gift.

He’d been nineteen years old, wearing a bandana across the lower half of his face when Kidd had walked over with a sense of purpose. One year since the death of Victoria, one year since the formation of the Kidd Pirates. He’d known Kidd for years before this, though; had considered him his closest friend, despite their own past gangs having clashed on occasion. But that was in the past, really; not something that was worth being brought up. Not when Kidd had done so much for all of them.

For him.

“Here.” Kidd plopped a hunk of metal in his lap, drawing his attention down to stare at it for a moment.

From his point of view, it looked like a bowl. “Is it a bowl for my noodles?” He asked, listening to the way Kidd groaned in frustration as he reached over to flip it around. “Oh!” His eyes widened beneath heavy blonde bangs, taking in the sight of the mask. A mask. “For me?”

“Who the fuck else would it be for?” Kidd huffed, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck, cheeks flushing a shade of red that nearly rivaled the vibrancy of his hair. “So you don’t have to wear that stupid bandana anymore.”

Killer reached up, moving his hair out of the way to grasp the ends of the bandana, tugging the knot free. The blue and white fabric fell; the tone was close to the colors of the metal Kidd had used to create the mask. And he’d drilled holes into it? Holes- holes that would allow him to eat his pasta through. Or any noodles, at that! Anything stick shaped-

With shaking hands, he brought the helmet up and settled it over his head. It was a perfect fit; cushioned inside to aid with protecting his head from any damage sustained in a fight. “Boss,” he murmured, feeling a swell of what could only be described as fondness take over. He reached out, tugging Kidd into a tight embrace that Kidd immediately tried to squirm out of like an angered feline.

“Lemme go, you big oaf!” Kidd huffed, before relenting, arms winding around Killer’s middle. “Looks better than a stupid bandana,” he muttered, even though he felt near bursting with pride.

That had been almost eight years ago. And still, the helmet remained. Killer’s lips pulled into a grin as he polished the metal with careful touches, making sure it gleamed when he held it to the light. Sure, it’d sustained damage over the years, but Kidd always fixed it, or Heat would help heat up the metal enough that it could be readjusted, or Wire would work some magic with his talent for fixing things.

They’d be nearing Dressrosa soon; the New World had already posed more than a few challenges for them, if Big Mom was any indication. Nothing that they couldn’t handle surely. Fingers tapped along the surface of the mask as Killer looked up from it, catching sight of his reflection.

Wire had cut his hair a week ago; it was getting too long, hanging past his knees, and there was simply too much to even wear the helmet with. So, Wire had sat him down one evening when the ocean had been calm and started cutting away. Inch after inch of golden tresses had fallen to the deck of the Victoria until the longest layers no longer fell to his knees, but rather, to mid-back. He even thinned it out a touch, reshaped the layers and his bangs to fall better, settling in a manner that would impede upon his vision within the helmet.

He watched as his lips pulled into a smile before grimacing at the sight; sangria lipstick only highlighted the movement, but he’d be damned if he stopped wearing it. A habit picked up from Kidd, years ago. He couldn’t stand to look at himself. It made his skin crawl to see the features that were reminiscent of people he’d loathe to call family. Turning quickly on his heel, he pulled the helmet down over his head quickly. The sound of his own heartbeat echoed within his ears as his pulse kicked up; his breathing made for a backing track. His own wretched symphony.

“Kill?” Eustass called, poking his head into Killer’s quarters. His head tilted as he studied his partner curiously. “You comin’ up on deck?”

“In a minute.” Killer replied tensley, voice straining.

Ah. Kidd sighed as he crossed the small room with large strides, the distance closing quickly. He reached beyond Killer, tugging the nearly sheer blanket down over the grungy old mirror they’d found on another ship nearly four years ago. “C’mon, you’re gonna wanna see it when we get to Dressrosa, yeah?”

Killer swallowed roughly before bobbing his head in a ‘yes’.

“I’ve got you,” murmuring, Kidd’s arm wrapped around his shoulders, nudging him into movement. “I ain’t goin’ anywhere.” The rough lilt of his words was familiar; a comfort to him. A sigh spilled free as they left the room. The deck was busy above them. Kidd didn’t force him up just yet- pausing at the steps that would lead them up onto the deck of the Victoria Punk. “We’re in this together.”

“We are.” It wasn’t something that was necessary to say out loud; Killer would be by Kidd’s side until their end. Hell, he’d gladly sacrifice his life, his everything, if it meant keeping Kidd alive, keeping him safe. His closest friend, his confidant, his Captain. Swallowing down the feelings that threatened to spill from his lips, he moved past Kidd, stepping up and into the cool air that greeted him. The sea breeze was nice, better than the stuffiness from below deck.

To his left, Heat stood, engrossed in conversation with Bubblegum. To his right, Wire sat on the deck, attempting to tame Dive’s hair for the day. Kidd stepped beside him, his hand clapping over his shoulder, jolting him. Awake, aware. “How long until we drop anchor?” Killer asked, following Kidd by half a step as they moved across the deck. He could just barely see a spot on the horizon. Dressrosa.

“Couple’a hours, yet,” Kidd decided after a moment of contemplation, glancing over his shoulder up to the helmet that covered Killer’s face. “Sound right to you?”

Killer nodded; he could no longer hear his heartbeat within his ears, nor could he focus on the sound of his breathing. He wasn’t back on that island in the South Blue. He wasn’t kneeling with blood on his hands, tears in his eyes. He wasn’t watching Kidd make a decision that would change their lives.

He was here, on the deck of the Victoria Punk.

[kiwi-fluff]

TW: BLOOD, SH, BDD

Sooo.. I have a new au for TADC..

It also involves facial dysmorphia so idk if that's a trigger so I just added it

Anyways it's called the Dysmorphia au, and it centers around Jax!

yeah I ship Jax x Ragatha anyway-

He wears bandages and a full face mask most of the time (kinda like Aizawa in the first few episodes of mha s2 lol)

Will make an ask blog in the future about it

[noperopesaredope]

Recently, I’ve been working on designing a 7 person family of Black characters, and because I’ve been made aware of how little we are taught about this, today, I was looking up how to draw Black facial features. By this, I mean the common ethnic features many Black Americans have. These features may vary due to the different ethnicities across the areas of Africa many AA descended from, and there’s been a lot of interracial/interethnic mixing, but those features exist. And I, a white-passing half-black person with identity issues, have begun to realize just how many black features I actually have, features I’ve never really noticed about myself.

I have a small nose, but it is in the same shape as the nose shape common amongst many Black folks (of certain ethnicities, obviously). It is somewhat flat, or at least rounded. It is wider than it is long. It has all those other aspects you see in that type of nose, and I never realized it. Or, at least, I never realized it was ethnically Black. I just thought it was “ugly.”

After noticing this, I took a headshot of my face (without smiling), and looking at the photo, I realized that, despite my light skin, I look more black than white if you take the time to notice. I can’t describe what features make me look that way, but I can say for sure that, in that moment, I saw more of my Blackness than my whiteness.

Fuck, people have told me a lot that I look like my dad, like that one random girl who stopped me in the library and asked if I was [insert my Black dad’s name]’s kid. I said yes, and she said “I see it,” before walking away. This was completely unprompted. And according to my mom, when I was a baby, every elderly Black woman could almost immediately tell I was mixed, or at least not fully white.

Learning about those little facial features that others saw in me ended up making me see how mixed I actually was.

And that relieved a lot of body dysmorphia for me, resulting in both affirming my racial identity and accepting my body more. I had been so focused on looking more like what conforms to Euro-centric beauty standards, that I didn’t even realize the legitimate beauty my appearance holds. And I began to love those parts of my body more.

So, to all those white-passing folks who think they don’t look enough like [insert race], you just need to look a little closer, and look at others too. Because I’m positive that you do have at least some of those feature. I’m sure that, despite the color of your skin, despite the shape of your eyes, despite the texture of your hair, you will be able to spot it.

[sunshine-on-marz]

Me in the mirror, hating how long my face is knowing damn well I hated how stubby it was two hours ago: 😨😨😨😨😨😨😨

[th3w3irdg0tham1te]

Ooc: Rosie when they were around 15

Ooc: back before rosie had facial dysmorphia

[knifechased]

【 UNPROMPTED STARTER. 】 @medicus-felini

When Killer told her that he would be in her office at 8:00 PM, it was to be expected that he would be punctual. It's 7:59 PM when his hand finally clasps around the door handle, after having spent the past two to three minutes restlessly, awkwardly pacing up and down the hallway. Reluctant to enter and contemplating cancelling the entire affair, he's devising numerous excuses for why the appointment is no longer feasible. An inexplicable, miraculous cure to his ailment, perhaps; or the sudden realization that he is double booked, and the other event in question simply must take precedence. A hasty apology, and an abrupt exit before she has time to suggest rescheduling.

Shoulders tighten in a deep inhale, and then slacken in a deliberate exhale that is intended to dispel all the tension building in his upper body. It fails to provide relief.

No. He knows better than to flee from this in a spur of cowardice. Linn had kindly allowed him to reserve an especially late slot in her evening specifically so they would remain undisturbed; he couldn't beseech her to repeatedly work long hours for his sake, only to abandon her at the last moment. The appointment would be unpleasant, but continually agonizing over not going through with it was also stressful in itself, and the latter proved to be entirely unproductive.

The door handle feels aberrantly heavy in his hand as he presses it firmly down. The creaking of the door is particularly loud, but it's no competition for the thunderous pounding of his heart in his mouth, a sickly thumping that drains all his vitality, leaving his legs feeling hollow with dread.

Ridiculous. Nothing is happening. She's a doctor, and it's an entirely professional environment. He should know better than to tremble in anxiety over such a trivial matter.

Yet, the wave of vertigo only intensifies as he steps inside the office and detects the earthy scent of fresh herbal tinctures, the woodsy smell of the mahogany desk stationed across the room.

Killer shuts the door behind him, and then presses his flat palm against it to ensure it's definitely completely closed, and there's no possibility of it swinging open midway through the session. He moves his hand away. Then checks it a second time, just to be absolutely sure. Finally, he makes his way to the patients' chair seated across from her study.

❝ Thank you for seeing me this late. ❞ There's a bit of a drawl to his expression of gratitude; a slurring that demonstrates his lack of enthusiasm. Despite being cordial, they both know he doesn't want to be here, and if he could choose freely, it wouldn't have come to this. Still, no good will come of dwelling over such things. He adamantly told himself that if his symptoms persisted, he would arrange an appointment with her. Since then, he would be lying if he were to deny that he was now in an even worse state of discomfort. This is no longer a problem that he is able to remedy by his own hands, with his own limited medical expertise.

❝ It's —❞ A pause, as he wets his drying lips from behind the safety of his mask. ❝ ...My eye. ❞ He fumbles with the word, as if he were speaking a foreign language and was uncertain of the correct pronunciation. One might mistake him for confessing his most horrendous sins to a priest, rather than describing a medical condition to his trustworthy doctor. ❝ During our last fight, there was a lot of debris... I'm not sure exactly what happened, but I felt something blow inside my mask. ❞ Another pause, then; an actor struggling to remember a rehearsed line from a script. ❝ Glass, maybe? I'm not sure. I tried to flush it out with eye drops, but it's not helping. ❞

His head turns to the side, dishonorably. The last battle the pirate crew had encountered had been more than ten days prior, and during that time, he had not once spoken of his ongoing discomfort. Perhaps being reproached was to be expected; warranted, even. Yet, he had been avoiding this one scenario tooth and nail, fighting it with all his might.

He didn't want her to look.

He didn't want anyone to look.

He would rather sit with ten days of a stinging, scratching, reddening, bleeding eye than have to take off his mask — but he supposes it is no longer an option to simply pray the problem ceases on its own.

Since he had woken up this morning, he hasn't been able to open his third eye at all.

[scorpihoe1111]

💔Chiron In the Houses💔

Chiron in your chart can tell you which part of your life is a touchy subject for you. Depending on the house it’s in, it can reveal the themes of your life that may have affected you greatly, or an area in your life that you may be insecure about.

Chiron in the 1H🧍🏼‍♀️

Something you may have struggled with through out your life is your appearance/self esteem. Those with this placement may have been bullied for their looks or something about them physically has been commented on/brought attention to plenty of times. The type of person to invest in plastic surgery they may not even need, or lose/gain a few extra pounds when their body is fine as it is. This placement, ironically enough; is found in people who overdo themselves with enhancements/plastic surgery/makeup etc even when it’s unnecessary. Prone to facial/body dysmorphia. What I find interesting however is that this placement usually naturally glows up at some point in their life as they get older, but the scars still remain; so they usually can continue being insecure for a long time and/or can seem to accept or believe any compliments given to them until they heal.

Chiron in the 2H💴

Similar to chiron in the 1H, this placement struggles with self worth/self esteem to a heightened degree, however instead of stemming from appearance it stems more so from financial instability/self worth in general. This placement could have grew up in a financially unstable environment and family where money wasn’t always present, and their needs were barely met; let alone their wants. These are the people who didn’t grow up with the latest video game, the newest car, the nicest house, expensive clothes/shoes. These were the people who had or barely had enough to get by growing up. Growing up they could have been surrounded by people who had more than them, or at least had more basic necessities than they did which in turn caused them to get judged or bullied. This is a placement that people are looked down upon for not having/affording nice things. This placement usually makes one an extremely hard worker growing up so they can have everything they didn’t have when young and not have to deal with it again. Without healing this wound however, these people could be prone to growing up superficial and judgmental just like their bullies in youth. They can start judging others who have less than them, and assessing others worth by what they have materially; because this is how they were treated growing up.

Chiron in the 3H🧠

These people could have struggled in school and may have been held back in grades. A slow learner, to say the least. They may have had a hard time learning and/or dropped out of high school or college. These people also may struggle with speech difficulties, could have grew up with a stutter or wasn’t able to speak/process things properly throughout their childhood and they could have been bullied for this. They could have been made to feel “stupid”, “slow” or “dumb” to their peers or family. They also may have simply grew up naive or very child like, maybe even sheltered and people could have traumatized them once they discovered the real world. This placement could also NOT get along with their siblings. People with this placement I know have been taunted, mistreated, or on the receiving end of jealousy by siblings both in childhood and adulthood.

Chiron in the 4H🏠 TW: ABUSE

These people could have had a very negative upbringing or family life. Home life was unstable, the father or mother could have not been very involved. I’ve noticed people with these placements could have been physically, emotionally or even sexually abused at home. Could have had a step parent that was abusive or one or both of the parents could have passed away. Some people with this placement could have been in foster care and/or traveled house to house to live with relatives/others who will take them in. They could of grew up with a lot of fighting in the house, I also noticed people with this placement could of had a parent that had an affair and this could of changed the whole trajectory of the home. If no abuse, then these people could have also been heavily mistreated or neglected in their family and almost treated like a stranger, and very outcasted within their family as well. These are the people who usually move out as soon as they can as they grow up and cut all contact immediately from family. Family could used the individual for personal gain. The family could have been extremely toxic, misogynistic, racist, overtly religious and/or diagnosed with mental illnesses such as NPD.

Chiron in the 5H🧑🏻‍🍼

These people struggle to be themselves and step outside the box. This placement is one where you’re afraid to accept any praise, as you feel you’re undeserving. These people usually feel like they’re not supposed to be happy or have nice things. They could have grew up with a negative, bitter family who influenced them to be overly humble to the point of self hatred. These were the people where the family could have threw things that they do for them in their face, even those it was basic necessities. “I put a roof over your head and food in your mouth!” this placement could of grew up feeling like they owe their parents something for bare minimum treatment. These people weren’t allowed to express themselves, to be themselves or to make their own decisions growing up. They were almost always practically controlled by their parents into being their personal robot. They feel guilty for enjoying themselves, loving themselves, having a good time or even just being happy. This is the ultimate placement that’s giving “If I can’t, why should you”. Not that it’s their fault, but I’ve never met a person with this placement who wasn’t the ultimate party pooper. Without healing, these people could grow up to become judgmental and bitter towards those who are living their best life. They could also struggle with fertility issues as well.

Chiron in the 6H🖊️

I feel like this placement is ridiculously hard on themselves no matter what they achieve in life. These are the people who I can honestly say are over givers, yet they feel like they’re still not giving enough. They could have struggled with keeping a set routine for themselves or even practicing basic hygiene growing up. But this is because this placement is a placement where nobody taught them anything that they know, they had to learn everything on their own. These people could be called lazy for wanting to take a simple break. Their lives usually revolve around work or doing their job. They can also be the type of people who is always trying to make everyone else happy except for themselves. I usually see people with this placement get taken advantage of because of their overly giving and forgiving nature. The reason these people are the way they are is because they grew up in a household that never gave them anything they have. They always felt like they had to prove themselves to others that they’re worthy of basic human decency. They do their best to help and do nice things for others because they were practically on their own soon as they came out of the womb. :(

Chiron in the 7H👩‍❤️‍👨

Oh boy, this placement is harsh. Those with Chiron in the 7H are people who have been deeply traumatized by love/relationships. These people usually end up with really bad partners who end up cheating, using, degrading and/or abusing them. I find this placement similar to Saturn in the 7H, however Chiron here is way more intense. These people feel like they keep going through the same cycle over and over in regards to love. They could have been traumatized by multiple relationships but the people I’ve met with this placement usually have that 1 relationship that changed their whole outlook on love in general. This is somebody who’s went through so many manipulative mind games in love that they start to lose hope. Once healed however, those with this placement end up becoming very mature and healthy individuals in regards to love and relationships. These people usually find “the one” once they start healing from the trauma of this placement. If unhealed, Relationships/marriage to people with this placement slowly start to lose its appeal once they get older because they put it in their mind that every man/woman is the same. Unfortunately, people who have been disappointed enough times with this placement start to turn so bitter that they become a misandrist/misogynist at some point in time. That’s why it’s important to heal if you have this placement, because it’s a harsh one that really starts to affect the mind internally.

Part 2 is on its way ☺️

[alexcaninnit]

Headcanon that;

Berdly has facial dysmorphia and issues with people touching his face after getting plugged

Noelle bites into her ice cream

Susie likes her steak rare (when she can get steak)

Ralsei is really good at piping and frosting cakes

and Kris used to like hanging out by the cemetery a bunch.

[ghostedeabha]

more random cod headcanons

tw: mentions of self harm, references to OG ghost backstory, angst :)

141 tried to do group therapy together

but they ended up making the therapist cry and the four of them had to awkwardly comfort the therapist

ghost hates therapy with a passion but goes anyway

soap did the tide pod challenge

price lost it at him in the med bay when he found out

"johnny it's a plastic capsule of LAUNDRY DETERGENT!"

"yummy colours🥰"

ghost used to sh on his face

love how i just give yall a bunch of sweet stuff and then BOOM ANGST HEADCANON outta nowhere :)

i feel like he suffers from severe facial dysmorphia, especially after covering his face for so long

sweet pie gang: soap, könig, price

savoury pie gang: ghost and gaz

couldnt care less, just likes pie: horangi

ghost hates coffee but pretends to like it to seem cool (he's actually drinking coffee crisp hot chocolate)

horangi listens to ayesha erotica

he is also a RAGING bisexual (strong lean towards men)

laswell refers to the 141 as her boys, she loves to embarrass them like a mom would

soap and ghost are ATTROCIOUS at cooking

price is pretty good at it, can make quite a lot but struggles with a few harder recipes (and also somehow cannot make instant noodles)

gaz is a GOD in the kitchen but he hates cooking

soap is not allowed in the kitchen alone, once set the kitchen in fire trying to get a glass of water

awkward day on base when that happened

"sorry, can't go into the kitchen, the explosions specialist set it on fire trying to get a drink"

soap listens to classic rock and metal only (and katy perry but he will never admit it)

gaz listens to (shocking literally everyone on the team) music from the 40's, 50's and 60's. he listens to some modern music but he just ADORES the vintage music, especially jazz.

gaz and soap also like therapy

like genuinely enjoy it

gaz has to hype himself up before his appointments though

soap hypes the therapist up

price is neutral, he'd prefer to just smoke and drink to deal with his problems but understands that talking about them with a professional is the best option

ghost, as mentioned before, hates therapy with a burning passion but goes anyway

mostly because he knows he will be put on probation if he doesn't

but also because he knows that he needs the help even if he doesn't want to admit it

also after one of his first month of going to all his appointments that month without skipping one at all, price told simon he was proud of him and now he uses that as motiva to go to his appointments

price knows how to use technology in the weirdest ways

can operate a drone but cannot for the life of him figure out QR codes

a pretty decent hacker but do NOT ask him what any text slang aside from "lol" and "lmao" is. he does not know.

doesn't know that emojis have different meanings depending on context

once said "simon's in the hospital😭" i the TF141 group chat, gaz and soap thought that he was laughing at simon

soap got arrested in croatia on a mission once because he committed arson

kate had to bail him out and he got an earful on being a pyromaniac and arsonist

price just told him to restrict his fire setting to the battlefield

valeria has a medusa tattoo, it's under her chest on her sternum (iykyk)

ghost was tempted to get a medusa tattoo but decided against it because he views it more as a symbol of strength for women (really afab/fem aligned in general) who have suffered through that kind of assault and that it would be wrong to take that from them

he got a tattoo inspired by medusa instead

ghost has his on his hip

he was orginally going to get it on his left ribcage but when the artist was placing the stencil he almost had a panic attack and they both decided a different placement would be better

könig has tattoos for his siblings and his mother (mama's booooyyyyy🗣️)

ghost also has tattoos for his mother, tommy, joseph and even one for beth

is there a male version of a barracks bunny?

because that's horangi, that man is fucking EVERYONE or getting fucked, depends on his mood that night

idk i feel like sometimes they all watch like family guy or bob's burgers together sometimes during their downtime

soap's fav bob's burgers character is gene

price's is teddy

gaz's is tina

ghost's is both louise and bob

könig's is linda

horangi's is mort and kuchi kopi

[theoreticaltranstherian]

(Updated) Intro post

What's up funky little dudes !!!!

This is a blog (no shit) for just chilling (SFW only please)!!!!

Art Blog: @TheoreticalArtStuff

Anyone* is welcome :)

Call me Panboo, my pronouns are He/They

Im a therian, my kintypes are foxkin, faekin, and mothkin, and I have an instagram for me practicing quads!!! (It's RedTheFoxx)

Im panromantic, demiromantic, aegosexual, and transmasc

I have autism, relatively severe ADHD, Hyperflexible Ehler Danlos Syndrome, and suffer from chronic anxiety and depression.

Some TWs for my blog are swearing, venting, mentions of s€lf h@rm (only when celebrating being clean, I am 20 days clean as of writing this, updates come every time I hit a milestone!!)

I need to do more research as to what different words in the catagory mean, but the religion I follow is paeganism/wicca/something along those lines? if anyone has info on what the difference is between those please send me an ask <3

Im always looking for more friends in these or other groups, and some topics or fandoms I'm currently hyperfixated on are:

Minecraft, Hermitcraft, Life series, Good Omens, Art

Some stuff I'm struggling with that I am comfortable enough to share is addiction to things like tiktok or Instagram reels, SH, gender dysphoria, facial dysmorphia, and general self doubt and hatred. I am doing my best to cope and improve myself, so any boundaries I may add to posts such as "please no suggestions/please don't mention flaws in this" are SERIOUS because it's hard for me to post in general. I try to keep most posts open to disagreements or suggestions for change but if I add a boundary please respect it!!

Speaking of boundaries, please keep this space hate free, accepting, and SFW <3

Asks are open, however I reserve the right to ignore/delete hateful asks or messages as I deem to be fit :P

Nice job reading the long post :D have a saxophone-playing shrimp: 🎷🦐 (he visits my posts alot, say hi to him if you see him!! his name is jared)

*Anyone WITHIN REASON. I do not accept transphobes, homophobes, aphobes, panphobes, biphobes, any other gender/sexuality-phobes, MAPs, pedophiles, antiotherkin, antifurries, racists, sexists, mysoginists, or other shitty people.

I received this medal from @bbeeew for doing an internet funny. I am honored to display such a medal here B>

[aroace-ferid-bathory]

guys i have a hot take . brace yourselves

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i really like the art style change!!

yeah no that's it

but honestly? i see so many people talk about how all their favourite characters are ruined or ugly! and while i do agree that they're objectively not as stylised and pretty anymore, i really like that they're not!!

i love when characters look unflattering. i spent way too many of my teenage years consumed by how beautiful all my favourite characters were. but now i just find the same exact kind of beauty over and over to be.. kind of boring?

if you make all your characters conventionally attractive, it gets really hard to make their faces as unique and distinguishable as people's faces are in real life, because not everyone in real life is a flawless porcelian doll! there is way more range of facial features than we often allow characters to have, because most of those features aren't "beautiful" enough in our eyes.

now that doesn't mean i don't think the memes about the characters new appearances are the funniest shit i've ever seen, because they are, i have a bunch of them saved. because it is funny to zoom in on goofy angles of characters and go "dude he looks like he's going to sell me weed"

but like... i would never seriously complain about it, because i love the new way the characters look. it's less easy on the eyes, sure, but it's definitely more interesting

on a personal note [TW for Body Dysmorphia],

when i was younger i used to really stress over making characters as beautiful as they were in the source material. i would cosplay or draw them and i'd just feel awful about myself, because i could never capture that same stylised, ethereal beauty these characters have, especially manga characters. it began to distort my view, both of my art and of my body, until i lost grip on body proportions entirely. my art became grotesquely disproportionate and uncanny, i caked myself in foundation to erase every blemish on my face and i couldn't even wear hoodies anymore because my waist wouldn't look small enough in them.

the art style change of seraph of the end is something i am immensely thankful for, for that reason. i am long past those issues now, but it still makes me smile whenever a character is shown in a panel with an unflattering face shape or angle or pose. it makes them feel like people. like me. and it makes me want to take up cosplaying ferid again.

that being said!! i don't have a problem with you if you don't like the art style. i don't think it's evil and problematic to want pretty characters, just because i got an unhealthy connection to them as a teen. i just see a lot of negativity around the new art style, and i wanted to drop a couple reasons why i really like it! offer a different perspective, y'know?

[saintmeghanmarkle]

What if the family was asking whether Harry had discussed HIS health issues not hers? by u/Cat_Woman_238

What if the family was asking whether Harry had discussed HIS health issues, not hers? Royal Commentator USA @barristerlawusa It was a question asked “have you discussed what your children will look like and also any health issues between you” That’s the question that caused the offense.https://twitter.com/barristerlawusa/status/1730625732328530175Having been told second-hand by Harry about a conversation he had with family members at the time they first began dating, TW understood the family to be raising questions of skin tone and was offended that anyone might ask about the color of any prospective children the dastardly duo might conceive between them.We cannot know whether the family members referred to skin tone or not. But let's imagine for a moment that they did. Is it possible they asked because they were concerned that Harry might be the one to reject a child who appeared different from himself? Did they want to be sure that he understood his children might not look like him, and to ensure that he would not reject a child whose ethnicity appeared to differ from his? Given some of his past comments, they might wonder if Harry has it in him to be inclusive in his home life.Now let's consider the possibility that the BRF were concerned about the appearance of Harry's children beyond skin tone. What if Harry has a genetic condition which could result in an abnormal appearance in his children? There are many genetic conditions which cause facial dysmorphias - obvious abnormalities of the features which are signs of the condition. Is it possible "what your children will look like" refers to the possibility of a facial dysmorphia arising from a particular kind of genetic defect? Or to other signs of genetic conditions which might affect the limbs, spine, hands, feet, eyes, etc.?What if Harry has a serious genetic defect, perhaps recessive, perhaps only one copy, which could mean serious health issues for a child if his wife should carry a defect on the same gene? What if he were a muscular dystrophy carrier or a Tay Sachs carrier? If Harry took a serious romantic interest in a woman, it would be only fair for Harry to tell her about his genetic issues and to suggest that they could do some testing. More importantly, if he carries a dominant genetic defect which his children can inherit no matter his wife's DNA, it would be only fair to tell her that as well.Prince John died in 1919 of intractable seizures. https://ift.tt/7pithxM and Katherine Bowes-Lyons, first cousins of the late queen, were institutionalized for life due to intellectual impairments. https://ift.tt/YpykRiA it possible Harry's family, knowing him well, might think that he could be just impulsive enough to rush into marriage with a woman thinking "it would all work out somehow," rather than telling her up front about serious health concerns? Would it not make sense that they have all had genetic testing to determine what afflicted their late family members? So that perhaps they know that Harry has a genetic profile that puts his children at risk?If so, is it possible that TW, in her determination to find some defect of character in her husband's family, has completely overlooked his genetic issues and missed the point which Harry's family were trying to raise?​ post link: https://ift.tt/vNCzySZ author: Cat_Woman_238 submitted: December 03, 2023 at 12:19AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit