#tw self-harm ment

[mintyhootax]

So here's the thing, my brain is shit and literally the only thing that is helping me get words on the page right now is ai writing. I was starting to get some self-harming thoughts for a while tonight because I felt trapped in my own head and utterly useless calling myself a writer.

So you know what? I'm not sorry if an ai program is the only way for me to be productive right now. I'm in self-preservation mode and if you don't like it, you can fuck off.

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[n1ghtmaresatdawn]

My two moods

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[cistematicchaos]

Y’all DO know self-harm is included in body positivity/neutrality, right? You should not be shaming people for self-harming OR having self-harm scars, much less shaming them for their scars being visible. 

It’s not “setting a bad example” or “encouraging” self-harm to not be an ass about it. That’s literally in the basis of body positivity/neutrality. 

[fella-lovin-fella]

CAN I GET A HELL YEAH?

[luveline]

Hi! I just want to start off by saying how much I LOVE your month of September series. It really just means so much to me. I was wondering if you are comfortable if you could write a sirius x reader where the reader has just reached one year being sh free? Totally okay if your not though!

Hi! Im so glad you love it, thank you for reading, and for your request! fem!reader, tw self harm implied

You wake up to a bouquet of roses. 

Sirius is making something special by the looks of it, elbow deep in pastry and cream cheese and chopped greens. You watch him from the doorway, panicked, eyes flitting between him and the roses. Sirius gets you flowers every now and then, and each time you worry it's an anniversary or special occasion that you've forgotten and he's remembered. 

He's tied his hair up in a bun against his neck haphazardly, one single curl hanging in his eyes. He blows it away. 

"Good morning," you say cautiously. 

He turns to look at you over his shoulder and his expression is pure lightness, a glimmering smile, entirely buffeted by a happiness you can't home. 

"Good morning," he says, pleased, "barely." 

"You didn't wake me up." 

"I had things to do this morning," he says. He quickly finishes what he's doing, wrapping the last of what you think are spinach puffs up tightly and putting them side by side on a sheet of parchment paper. "Two seconds." 

He washes all of the butter and cream cheese off of his fingers and wipes his hands on a tea towel, and you know he's wanting a hug before you've even stepped into the room. You surprise him by going over his shoulders, pulling his face against yours, fingers spread over the soft top of his head. He laughs into your ear and grabs your waist.

"Good morning," he says again, "I'm proud of you. So proud of you." 

You push his face back enough to see his eyes. "For what?" you ask softly. 

"It's a year today, sweetheart. Since you last hurt yourself. That's what the flowers are for, they're a congratulations." He takes a half step back, hands sliding up to your chest, fingers gracing your shoulder blades, palms over the soft dough of your back. "How are you feeling?" 

You're startled. "Are you sure?" 

"I'm sure." 

There's a squirming shameful feeling that arises at the mere mention of self-harm, and it's almost completely derived from the social stigma of it. It's a taboo topic you aren't supposed to talk about, and Sirius saying the words so easily surprises you. Whenever you try to say it aloud yourself the words come out weak and giggly, trying to make light of a serious thing. 

"Oh." Your lips stay apart, brain on catch up. "That's good."

Sirius kisses you swiftly, says, "That's more than good," into your top lip. 

You hold his neck in a daze and kiss him back. He knows your mind is elsewhere and so he gets in one firm peck before pulling away completely. 

"I didn't know how big of a deal it was okay to make. I kind of wanted to get you a parade, because this is… I mean, you're amazing, and I know how hard it's been for you, and I know you're always trying your best all the time." He stops abruptly. He smiles. "I love you, and I see you." 

You step toward the table and cup a white rose in your hand. It's pristine, petals firm and soft and smelling stonefly of that natural rose perfume. He follows you like he's on automatic, hand falling to the space between your shoulders. 

"I love you more," you promise. 

You aren't sure if you're right. You love him more than you can explain, but he loves you enough to support you through the very worst part of your life, and to count the days after them, to be thankful for them. 

"Thank you, Siri," you murmur, turning back around. You drop your face into his chest and cling to his torso for dear life. He strokes your hair, lips pressed to the top of your head. 

[tittiedshrek]

God, as a person who HAS been hospitalized before for attempting suicide, just seeing James randomly traumadump on his fucking audience to gain sympathy pisses me off to no end. I am not doubting that he has attempted or insinuating that he is lying - that is fucking gross first of all and secondly, I can understand that being the weekly "internet villian of the week" can come with harassment. Perhaps even worse harassment because he is gay and a member of a historically marginalized community. At the same time, it is EQUALLY as gross to use your attempt as a way to garner sympathy when you get called out for problematic behavior. It's manipulative, cheapens the topic, and makes everyone else who has struggled like myself look like selfish attention seekers.

I can understand that someone can feel so guilty/sad about what they have done that they can resort to self-harm, but that is a personal problem that needs to be dealt with OUTSIDE of the internet in therapy. It's not the fault of your audience, Nick, Hbomberguy, Kat, etc. that you ended up in the hospital, and it is irresponsible as a creator to have that be the FIRST thing you talk about in your "apology" video and have that hang over their heads. You can't say that you're not trying to make this into a sob story, then take advantage of your audience's parasocial relationship with you to make them feel bad for being disappointed in you.

I don't want James to die, I really don't. No one deserves to find themselves in such a state of mind, and I wouldn't wish that upon my worst enemy. I do, however, want him to stay off the internet completely until he recognizes the harm he has caused to the LGBTQIA+ community and he gets in a better headspace so that he can actually make amends to everyone he has stolen from and hurt.

[happydelusionaltyrant2]

PICTURE DUMP

EVERYTHING IS FAKE

IT'S ALL MAKEUP AND FAKE BLOOD

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Last warning

[real-total-drama-takes]

Geoff is the type of guy to see a girl with stretch marks and go: "stop for me 😔.. okay? 🥺"

HE MEANS WELL HE'S JUST A HIMBO

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[n1ghtmaresatdawn]

LMAOOOOOO I love him

I guess what I’ll do is I’ll cut gently and see how it looks when it heals and go over it if it is too light

[antiradqueer]

This might be TMI, warning for uh violent sexual fantasy/paraphilia.

I'm learning what radqueers are and I'm really... Concerned. I definitely have some harmful paraphilias (harmful to me). I've fantasized having bones broken and being vivisected. Going through your blog has shown me rq's calling for total body autonomy. Their stance would be that I should be able to actually seek that shit out in reality. They're fucking wrong and telling people like me that they should be able to seriously injure themselves if they so desire is incredibly fucking dangerous. I'm a masochist through and through but there HAVE to be limits. It's really important to maintain the boundary of what fantasies are ok to seek and and what fantasies are only meant to be fantasies. I should not be allowed to go get fucking vivisected because the idea of it turns me on. I should not be able to seek out an injury that'll disable me for months or more because I want it. At that point it's beyond masochistic, it's just self harm, it's just dangerous. Encouraging people who want stuff like this to believe it's a good thing for them just because they want it is absurd. There are way healthier outlets for these things than actually seeking them in reality.

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[junejasprose-addict]

Some fucking ghouls on twitter just misgendered me and called me a chaser and a cross dresser and an agamp because I have an nsfw account where I retweet porn. Why do these kinds of people exist? Why are there trans women that just love acting exactly like terfs? I am so fucking tired of this shit and I'm not out to anyone irl so I have fucking no one to talk to about this! I'm not a docile little house cat so that gives people a free pass to paint me as a predator

[luveline]

hi jade! i read you were a bit anxious, so i just wanted to say that we're all here for you and i hope you feel better soon <3

can request something for those little blurbs you're gonna write? if not, you can just ignore this!! but maybe something similar to what you wrote for remus a while ago about him seeing reader's sh scars for the first time, but for sirius? i feel really insecure about mine sometimes and some sirius being a really good and understanding bf would be lovely! <3

thank you and have a great day/night :)

Hi! Thank you, and thank you for your request! This is my favourite Sirius fic I've ever written, I hope you like it!! fem!reader, tw implied/mentioned self-harm

"That was a good time, huh?" you ask. 

Sirius smiles to himself in the mirror, pulling at the knot of his tie. "Anywhere is a good time with you, my love," he says, with an air of drama and yet entirely genuine. 

He peeks out into the adjoining bedroom and watches you cover a smile with the back of your hand, sitting at the end of the hotel bed. Your fingers curl into a fist. 

He really likes having this effect on somebody. To inspire not lust, but a flustered affection in you, is a sacred pleasure. You catch him watching you and your expression screws up. You flop down on your back. 

"Don't be embarrassed," he says lightly. 

You kick a half-hearted foot in his general direction. Which is another thing completely, your thighs all soft now you've sat down, looking really, really squishable. Why hasn't he noticed how lovely your thighs are before? 

Of course he has. But this is his first time seeing you in a dress.

"Have I mentioned how stunning you look today?" he asks, tie peeled from his neck, fingers working the two highest buttons of his shirt open. 

"Only all day." 

He hums and joins you in the bedroom, kneeling on one knee beside your plush thighs. The mattress dips with his weight, and his hands fall to your waist for balance. 

Your dress has risen all the way to the lace edge of your underwear, and usually that would command his attention, but he's stopped short by a surprising discrepancy. Uniform lines, bold and less so, climbing the top of your thigh. He assumes there are more to follow under the thin skirt of your dress. 

He reaches out without thinking, squeezes, and then pulls his hand back. "Sorry," he says, a murmur, unlike himself. He looks up and away from your thigh, meeting your startled gaze. "Sorry, doll, I should've asked." 

You take a second. You smile a small smile. "No, it's okay. I knew you'd see them eventually, and I… I didn't want to always have to be in the dark, with you." 

That's a dot connected. Siri, could we turn the lights off? 

"Do you still–" 

"No." You lift a hand and he lowers his face, your fingers cupping his high cheek. "It's okay. It's not a big deal." 

It feels like a big deal, but Sirius would never make this about him. He doesn't want to make it about your thighs, either, that risen hatching. He wants it to be about you — wants to make up for whatever it was that hurt that badly. 

You tense up momentarily as he settles on top of you, chest to chest, forearms bracketing your head, your lovely hair. He squints at you to try and lighten some of the unspoken tension. 

You turn limp under his weight. "Sorry, I should've told you before, but it's embarrassing." 

"Is it?" he asks, lips skipping over yours, he's that close. 

"I mean– Yeah." You sound like you have more to say, but he waits, and you don't say anything else. 

Your eyes close as he closes the last millimetre. He kisses you softly, then moves to your cheek and kisses there, too. 

"You have…" His nose strokes your skin as he raises his head, finding you wide-eyed and waiting. "Nothing to be embarrassed of." 

Your hands card through his hair. "You don't mind?" 

He shakes his head. Another time, soon, he'll tell you in detail how much it doesn't matter. How it would never change how he feels about you, or how perfect he thinks you are. You're not embarrassing, you're seraphim. You're beautiful. 

But tonight you're happy. The wedding had been perfect, slow dancing and cold drinks; you'd outshined the bride. You're eager to move away from the conversation altogether, and he's eager to help you into your pretty cotton pyjamas, eager to sequester you away from the world for as many hours as you'll let him.

He holds your gaze. "You swear–" 

"I swear to you," you say, "I'm just fine." 

"If you keep interrupting me, you won't be," he threatens. 

He watches your eyes snag on his loving grin. "Promise?"  

"Yes. Now, where's your suitcase, sweet girl? I'm desperate to get you out of that dress." 

[wingedunknownperfection]

that satisfactory after drippin blo0d all over the bathroom floor w jus one cvt >>>>

MAJOR TW TW TW in doubt DO NOT SCROLL PLEASE ffs

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[c0smic-h0rr0r]

hi im Nova! this is my vent blog where i rant incomprehensibly about dumb shit!

things to keep in mind about me:

i am a minor

i will post a lot about sh and sui so if that stuff triggers you feel free to block!

i am a programmed system (will not be getting into specifics for obvious safety reasons). I post about system things sometimes. I will not call myself "we" majority of the time.

i will NOT post sh pics!

i am pro-recovery, but i have a tendency to romanticize the fuck out of my problems so if you don’t want to see that either feel free to block as well

basic dni, if ur over 20 you can interact ig just don’t dm me

block don’t report please!

i am mentally ill and have no understanding of boundaries so yeah i might post like really personal stuff sorry

[tropicalgothships]

Vent fic: That Event. (Docs)

Okay so it’s been a very long while since I wrote or drew anything for the self ship with Rhys, it’s been a long while but I’ve been trying to recover from what I went through among other things- like finding out I’m a lot more sick irl than I thought I was. But regardless, I wanted to get this out here. It’ll help me heal a little.

Reblogs and replies and tags are greatly appreciated, thank you! 🩷

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