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support · 10 years

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Everything okay?

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone. There are many support services that are here to help. For 24/7 peer support and other resources, message KokoBot on Tumblr.

If you are in the United States, please try:

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (1-800-273-8255) The Trevor Project (LGBTQ youth, ages 13-24) National Eating Disorders Association (online chat, text) RAINN (National Sexual Assault Hotline)

If you are outside the United States, visit IASP to find resources for your country.

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#tumblr #counseling #prevention #self harm #psa #tumblr support #tumblr help #tumblr staff #depression

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friendlylocalwhumper · 2 months

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Six guys in a row, on their knees, blindfolded and gagged. Major seethes, shifting his weight on throbbing knees. How much goddamn longer does he have to wait for something to happen? He caught a glimpse of the other sorry fucks kneeling beside him, as he was forced down to sit on his heels. He tried to buck up, and only got pistol whipped for it, so. He’ll just fucking wait.

“Are you going to behave?” Says someone vaguely in front of him, off to the left. Talking down at one of the kneeling guys. Major cocks his head to listen as a gag is pulled out of someone’s mouth.

“Fuck you.”

A small, mechanical click. Then something like thunder cracks. Major jerks, trying to throw himself to the floor, heart lodged in his throat. There was a flash of light, he thinks, as a fist cinches in his hair and forces him back upright. A gunshot. It was a gunshot. He doesn’t hear any groaning or screaming, just… that’s a body slumping to the ground. Heavy, dull, lifeless.

A shoe scuffing on the floor, and that voice again. “Are you going to behave?”

A gag is pulled free, and a breathless, nervous voice answers. “Uh - yeah. Yeah, sure.” It’s right beside Major, this voice. He can all but feel the guy shivering beside him, inches away. He smells like sweat and stale clothes. Major chews on the cloth in his mouth, listening hard. A click, metal on metal.

Another deafening crack, and the flash of light is brighter this time. Major’s whole body tries to flee from the noise against his will. It’s only when he’s yanked back again, his scalp burning, that he registers the hot, sticky spray that hit his face a second ago. He doesn’t have to hear the body falling to know that there is now a dead body crumpled beside him.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Someone is pulling the gag out of his mouth. Normally he would be cursing up a storm, demanding answers, calling these creeps every twisted insult he could string together. But for once, Major holds still, and holds his tongue. Hot metal presses to his forehead, the point of pressure small and haunting.

“Are you going to behave?”

All thoughts leave his head. There is no decision to submit. He cannot see, isn’t allowed to move, and the gun to his head makes his response come out as instinctively as a breath. “Yes,” He answers, firm in the knowledge that it is the right answer, and hushed in mortal terror. He’ll behave, whatever that means. There’s no other choice.

The cooling metal disappears. Another footstep, off to his right now. The kneeling guy on that side is barely breathing, taking in tiny gasps that probably starve him of oxygen.

Major feels dizzy himself. He wasn’t planning on caving this fucking early. Planned to be a stubborn asshole, maybe get tortured for a few weeks, or make some daring escape and kill a few fuckers on his way out. But he can tell already, from the tension in the air. From how fast those guys’ mistakes got them wiped out. He’s gotta learn fast, here, or his last thought will be that he should’ve behaved better.

#whump #drabble #whipped this one up super fast and it was so fun #have been thinking about it for days #major #afraid #death tw #gun #creepy whumper #implied pet whump #dehumanization #or at least that's probably what's in store for major #mine

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truthinlifetarot · 16 days

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What Are You Afraid Of?

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Pile 1: You are afraid of success. Your mind prevents you from fully imagining and soaking in the imaginative emotions of the life of your dreams. You may also see your success as a burden when thinking of other people. Even a fear of haters and jealous people keeps you playing small in order to avoid their wrath.

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Pile 2: You are afraid of your feminine energy. There is a creativity in you that you don't let out because it makes you uncomfortable. It may involve being seen or heard of in a way that is "not you". You are afraid of what these projects can mean for the way you and others think of you. There is a fear of letting the real you burst forth.

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Pile 3: You are afraid of what it means to be free. Whether it means having to be completely alone or having to think of the foundation of things that were previously set up for you, there is a fear of that threshold. You may have been protected before, whereas being free would mean taking full control over your being.

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bellatrixnightshade · 2 months

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I know there is another song that is literally the ATOTE anthem, but "Afraid" by The Neighbourhood fits so well. For more than one character. Even the music is just so in line with the vibe of the fic.

I just realized it while listening to my "On Repeat" Spotify list.

"All my friends always lie to me. I know they're thinking, you're too mean, I don't like you. Fuck you anyway!"

"You make me want to scream at the top of my lungs. It hurts, but I won't fight you. You suck anyway."

"When I wake up, I'm afraid somebody else might take my place."

#mara posts #sge #rise of the school for good and evil #fall of the school for good and evil #atote #a tale of two emperors #afraid #the neighborhood #song analysis #playlost #spotify

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doggirlhen · 10 months

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when the free winrar trial is over i just throw away the entire computer because im so fucking. scared

#barks #scared #scary #scaredposting #scaryposting #fear #fearposting #afraid #afraidposting

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danskjavlarna · 21 days

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#strange paradise #afraid #fear

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creative-caramel-coffee · 8 months

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CH 3 Ophidiophobia: Fear of snakes

Pairings: Wandanat x reader

Word count: 2.0K

Summary: Loki arrives as a snake, and you panic and try to stab him with a butter knife.

TW: Knife? Snakes. Panic (not attack just the regular kind). Mild description of shock and adrenaline.

A/n Ok so I’m not afraid of snakes but I have been in shock before, plus I’m a little bit of an adrenaline junkie (kinda) so I know what it's like. Hope you guys like this chapter. It’s been a while since I posted for the series. Sorry to everyone who’s been waiting I plan to be posting more soon (key word planning). I rather like how this turned out. Enjoy my traumatised little beans :) … also I’m Australian so i call it jam. Deal with it.

Nat had just gotten back from a mission; it wasn’t too bad, but it did mean that you and Wanda had been doing everything in your power to make her comfortable. You were in the kitchen making Nat her favourite to eat. PB and J sandwiches. You were lathering on the ingredients with great generosity, just the way Natasha liked it. Lots of jam and lots of peanut butter. You were humming the tune to a song by Rihanna you had been listening to lately and dancing around the kitchen. The rest of the team were around somewhere but nobody else was in the kitchen. Just you.

Screwing the lid back on the two jars you placed down the butter knife next to the three plates of sandwiches. One for each of you. Wanda was setting up the bedroom so you guys could have a movie day and you were also planning to grab a bunch of snacks from the cupboard for later, so you didn’t have to come back to the kitchen.

Opening the frigid you deposited the jars and went and found a tray to put all the stuff on. At this point you had moved from humming the song to singing it. You weren’t a bad singer, quite the opposite in fact. You had a lovely voice and as you grabbed the tray you were wiggling your hips to the beat. Something both of your girlfriends found cute and endearing, something they had told you many times in similar situations.

You turned around and set the tray down on the bench. Using the knife to cut the sandwiches the way your girls liked them. Nat liked hers in half diagonally. Wanda liked hers in four little triangles with the crusts cut off, much like a child which is something both you and Natasha teased her for. And you liked them the way you always did, the same as Natasha but without crusts like Wanda, you were the prefect mix of the both of them. The mediator in squabbles and the middle of all cuddles. You were the one that was probably babied the most but it felt nice to be loved in such a tender and compassionate way.

You had just finished the last of the delicate slicing when you glanced around, seeing nobody but your own reflection in the fridge door you smiled to yourself and licked the jam off the knife. Your mother would have had a conniption, you lost count of how many times you were scolded for licking knives as a child. Even if you were always careful to avoid the blade, you were young, not stupid. Except for that one time you cut your tongue on a tape measure but thats a story you would take with you to the grave, scar and all.

Drawing the knife away from your lips and licking the stick residue from the corners of your mouth you walked over to the sink and began to rinse the knife to put it in the high-powered dishwasher Tony had made … adjustments too. Somehow seeing the genius doing domestic tasks was always somewhat of a point of amusement for you and seemingly also the team. But all it had taken was an ask from pepper to “spruce up life around the tower” and the man had been following her like a puppy as she pointed out things for him to “improve.” You laughed at the memory, ever since Pepper had given the world Morgan, Tony was practically bending over backwards to do anything she asked of him and more. Poor guy. So very in love.

You had just gone to turn around to put the knife in what was basically a nuclear-powered dish-cleaning-germ-destroying machine, when you heard the unmistakeable hiss of your worst fear. You froze. Hearing the animal slither along the tiles. Gripping the knife harder in your hand you slowly turned on your heel to face it. The colour drained out of your face. Your hands shook slightly around the knife, and it took all your energy to swallow as your mouth suddenly felt very dry. Your heartbeat in your ears and you didn’t spare a thought as to how the huge beast of a snake managed to get into the tower.

Yellow eyes blinked back as you stared into the face of an emerald-green python. Its small fangs glinted with the reflection of the fluorescent lights of the kitchen ceiling. It hissed, its pink tongue darting in and out of its curved mouth. It stopped a meter away from you seemingly sizing you up. With what almost looked like a smile it opened its mouth giving you a front row seat to a perfect line of teeth that were razor sharp and you had no plans to prove that. It began to coil itself in and you were worried it was about to spring at you. Snakes did that right?

Holding the knife tighter you made a decision. In a fast movement you hurled the knife at the snake's head. You had seemed to catch it off guard as it watched the blade sail towards its face, arching nicely in the air. You had impeccable aim as always. But at the last possible minute it dodged, and the knife clattered to the floor behind it.

“Shit.” You swore. Now you had no weapon and no way out. The snake had you cornered against the bench. In other words, you were between a rock and a hard place, aka somewhere you didn’t want to be. With nothing to hold in your shaky hands you began to curl your fingers into fists and then relax them before repeating the movement. You were still terrified, if not even more so now you had nothing to defend yourself with.

At that movement the snake launched itself at you and you shut your eyes. However instead of the feeling of its fangs piercing your arms which had come up to cover your head, there was a bright flash of green which you saw even behind your closed eyes. Tentatively you peaked open a hesitant eye to look around. You heard laughing and your felt yourself trembling like a hairless cat in winter.

When all you saw was Loki you were ready to kill the frost giant. Before you could make any move, still running off adrenaline Wanda walked into the kitchen.

She paused at the sight. You were still curled in on yourself protecting your head while lock was bent at the waist, an arm on the counter to stabilise himself as he laughed.

“Whats going on in here?” Wanda asked her head tilting dangerously.

“You should have seen her face.” Loki said wiping imaginary tears from his eyes.

“What. Did. You. Do?” Wanda said taking in your fragile and scared state. She crossed the kitchen while Loki composed himself and you threw your body into her arms. With a small oomph noise, she caught you, wrapping her arms around your shaking torso and adding some delicious pressure to the hug you ground you and hopefully stave off any nastier symptoms of shock.

Loki had stopped laughing now and seemed almost concerned at your reaction. Wanda rubbed circles on your back as you shook evenly with small sobs which broke up the trembling. Over your shoulder Wanda glared at like with enough heat to melt a glacier. She mouthed to him ‘Talk. Now.’ With a glare shaper than his favourite dagger. Seeing no way out of this Loki stammered his explanation.

“Thor had told me of this mid-guardians fear of snakes…”

“You didnt.” Wanda growled protectively, and Loki swallowed trying to hide his fear of the witch, he was a god after all he shouldn’t be scared of mortals. But a protective Wanda was a dangerous creature after all.

“I did not realise it was so severe. My apologies Wanda.” He said.

“We will talk about this later and you will give Y/n a real apology.” She commanded. “Now leave, before a make you.” She said and Loki nodded and left in a flash of green that bounced off the walls of the kitchen.

Wanda drew a shaky breath to dispel her anger towards the god of mischief. Sure, it was in his nature to play pranks, but Wanda was fiercely protective over her girlfriends. She pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as you continued to sob into her collar.

“Sh sh shhh its ok sweet girl. Im here. Im here baby. It's alright. He’s gone my love. There’s nothing that can hurt you now.” She said and held you close. You let out a small whimper and Wanda gently picked you up. You clung to her like a koala. Your legs wrapped around her waist and her hands under your thighs to hold you up. Your arms where wrapped around her neck and your cheek pressed into her covered chest. You sniffled softly as the tears still fell.

“Let’s go watch a movie with natty my baby girl.” Wanda said and she walked out using her magic to bring the snacks and sandwiches you had prepared earlier.

You nodded still not saying anything, emotionally drained. Worn out from the stress, shock and pure fear you felt. You hate snakes. They were a phobia of yours since you were a child. Wanda whispered soothing words in your hair and rubbed her nose on your cheek making you let out a water giggle.

“There’s my sweet little girl.” Wanda said and you blushed and buried your face in her neck making the woman coo at how cute you were. Walking back into the bedroom Wanda mentally informed nat of what had happened not wanting to bring it up again after you had begun to calm down. Nat gave a look saying she would fight Loki later and Wanda shook her head with a smile. She gently set you down in Nat’s open and waiting arms and you clung to her like you had to Wanda. Wanda passed Nat a sandwich and she grinned. Knowing you just wanted cuddles and could eat later. Wanda came and sat beside nat and placed a hand on your lower back ti rub soothing circles.

“You did it just the way i like Detka.” Nat said and you nodded softly into her chest. You were laid on top of her. Your legs either-side of her thighs as you wrapped your arms around her back. Your front flush to hers and face buried in her chest. Wanda chuckled softly at the position. It was one of your favoured ones. You turned your face to the side and your cheek smushed against Nat’s chest. You glared at her and poked your tongue out before burning your face again. Wanda only chuckled harder and nat paused her eat to rub your back.

“Are you being mean to wanda baby?” Nat said with a hint of amusement in her voice.

A small huffed out “no.” Was heard from the fabric of her shirt and Nat stifled a smile at your antics. They could hear the pout in your voice.

“Really now?” Nat said sounding amused. “Cuz, you know what happens with you are.” She said and you shuddered.

“No.” you said again and nat and wanda shared a demonic grin before they began to tickle you. You squealed and began laughing.

“S-stop. S-tooopp” you whined and after a bit both redheads relented.

“It's not fair your both not ticklish.” You huffed and Wanda and Nat laughed.

“Come here baby.” Wanda said and opened her arms.

“No. Comfy.” You pouted and wanda matched the expression.

“Then I’ll come to you.” Wanda moved closer and curled into Nat’s side throwing an arm over you. She had selected a romcom to watch and the three of your settled in for the movie. Wanda passed you the sandwich and you dropped crumbs on Nat’s shirt much to her amusement. After an afternoon of tlc and some much-needed cuddles. You were feeling much better. Loved. And all thoughts of snakes gone from the crevices of your mind.

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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year

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I was in my childhood home in my kid body and outside the house were all the evil trains from Thomas and Friends. They were all huge and the porch to my house was 500 feet of the ground and I was looking down on them. I am now afraid of both those trains and heights.

#dream #childhood home #childhood #time travel #house #train #evil #evil train #thomas and friends #horror #nightmare #afraid #fear #fear of heights

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