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tadfools · 6 months

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You guys know that voice actors are actual people right? Like you understand that they’re human beings right? You understand these are strangers that you do not know right?

You’re not going around asking them incredibly invasive/inappropriate questions right??? Right?????

#you can reblog this #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #baldur’s gate iii #astarion #while this was specifically about Neil a few people have tagged it with other fandom’s and actors so #I’m okay with this breaking containment

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yasminthespiritfaninnit · 2 months

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I will say one more thing before moving the fuck on and waiting for more. Cause I have a feeling there will be more eventually.

I am completely believing and supporting Shubble. Shubble’s the victim and she did not name her abuser for a reason. We should not jeopardize her plans.

Now, on a unrelated note, I will still be supporting Wilbur as well until if he’s found to be 100% clearly the guy who Shubble is talking about.

I believe in innocent until proven guilty and similarities and coincidences (like Wilbur also being a biter and someone with a messy place (and an ant infestation), and Zoe leaving Lovejoy for some reason) don’t equal evidence.

It’s hearsay and conjecture and I want to see more shit then that to believe that Wilbur’s the abuser.

So, I believe Shubble and that she needs all the support she can get. And I believe that Wilbur is innocent. Until there’s a legitimate update, I will be moving on from this.

Speculating on who the abuser is will only put Shubble in more danger. There’s no good result coming from jumping conclusions right now.

Hug Shubble and keep Wilbur out of this until there’s a legitimate connection. And even if there is a connection, focus on helping Shubble. We aren’t the law, y’all!

#shelby shubble #shubble #wilbur soot #tw: abuse #you can reblog this #and all of my other posts of course #discourse

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thedomesticanthropologist · 3 months

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I was feeling some feelings, so I wrote them down. Freeform poetry

#poetry #poems and poetry #original poem #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #my poem #do not repost #you can reblog this #credit me if you use it/save it

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burningchandelier · 4 months

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I am Jewish and I survived a shooting by a white supremacist terrorist group.

When it happened, a targeted harassment and character assassination campaign had left me basically friendless. People who I once partied with, worked with, volunteered with, casually knew, and even didn't know had been roped into believing that I was an irredeemable, terrible person who should be exiled from all community events. I was fired on a Jewish holiday.

This was based on an internet rumor. Understandably, talking about this online is incredibly scary for me.

When the shooting happened, I imagined I would finally receive some support. My friends, coworkers, and former allies would see that all the lies about me had been part of a hate campaign, right? The people who I worked with for years and years would remember all the times that I stuck my neck out (sometimes physically) for them and their safety, wouldn't they?

No. They didn't.

I am heartbroken to see that the larger Jewish community is now experiencing what I learned years ago.

The people who accepted my friendship when it was fun, who worked with me when I was helpful, who laughed and danced with me when I could laugh and dance, were not there for me when I was attacked.

The resounding message that I received from my community after the shooting was, "Good. You deserved it."

There was no wake-up call, no moment of understanding, no end to their hatred. At best, I received silence.

More than 400 people actively expressed hate toward me. I filed more than ten restraining orders. Five shots were fired.

12 people supported me when I fled.

One person offered me shelter.

This is what it is like to be a Jew in America.

#tw shooting #gun violence #antisemitism #judaism #being jewish #jewish #I have told this story before but not publicly and this is a big deal for me #you can reblog this

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circular-bircular · 5 months

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“You can have DID without trauma!”

Vent art. Mod “Armageddon.” Tw for COCSA and general abuse.

You are a system. You have DID. You do not know this.

You go through 15 years, not knowing this — just existing in a haze, having such a bright childhood, one you grasp for later in the dark moments, trying desperately to hold onto it.

At 15, you realize, wait. I think something’s wrong. You realize you don’t feel like “yourself” — and even more alarming, you don’t know who “you” even are. You hear voices, suddenly, in your head. You find notes you clearly wrote, but it’s someone else’s handwriting, someone else’s words to “you.”

You just need to figure out who “you” is.

You go to your sexual abuser abusive romantic partner best friend because your abusive neglectful overbearing parents would never understand, or might be too worried about you. You ask them, “What’s wrong with me? I’m scared. I’m confused. I feel like I’m going to die.”

They smile. They want you, they need you to stay, and to stay you can’t be scared. “Don’t worry — that’s normal.”

You sigh in relief. Thank goodness. You’re fine. You’re okay. Nothing is wrong. The voices are just normal things everyone else experiences. The fun imaginative things in my head are normal. The fighting, screaming, sobbing, fear, need to run, need to love, need to help everyone while fully believing you’re about to get hit, or touched, or watched, always watched—

Don’t worry. That’s normal.

You are a system. You have DID. You do not know this.

You are 19. You’re not sure when that happened — isn’t time silly that way? You are normal. You were a bit “quirky” and “cringy” in high school, roleplaying a lot. You do not remember the voices in your head. You do not remember their names. You do not remember two entire years of high school, and you do not remember that you have forgotten.

You see a student presentation in class about a story, and how the main character could be read as having dissociative identity disorder. “The symptoms come from childhood trauma,” the student says, “but people don’t always remember their trauma.”

She describes the symptoms. You feel… weird. Why does that sound so familiar? So normal? You laugh a little and look around, expecting everyone else to be rolling their eyes at such an obvious observation. How ridiculous of psychologists to diagnose a very normal thing, right? But everyone else is nodding along, very interested, and the professor praises the student for her psychological lens, and “valuable research gathering on a rare disorder.”

You don’t remember going to your dorm, or the test you took that day online. The next thing you remember is not being “you” anymore, because “you” is locked in a room in your mind, and now you’re someone else, sobbing at the website you’ve pulled up. It’s about dissociative identity disorder.

You’re not you. You’re someone else.

You go to your best friend. You tell them everything at 4am, sobbing because you don’t know what to do anymore, and you’re scared, because you don’t know who you are.

“You’re not crazy. This isn’t normal, but you aren’t crazy. I believe you.”

You breathe for the first time in years months weeks days.

You are 19. You have DID. You think.

There’s only one problem; you don’t have trauma. You do. It’s there. They hurt you so much, you idiot, why can’t you hear the voices screaming that at you? So what on earth are you experiencing?

You try to research it. All you have is a DSM-III and resources on multiple personality disorder. And, of course, tumblr — your home away from home.

You find a war happening. People with trauma versus people who say they have none. They all seem to hear voices, and many are angry and struggling and confused, just like you. You must be like these “plurals” you’ve seen. The ones without trauma but with DID. That’s not what that was, and you know that now, but it’s was so hard to tell back then.

You join them. “I have DID,” you say, “but I don’t have trauma.”

“That’s okay!” They tell you. “You can have DID without trauma.”

What a relief. You’re normal. You’re fine. You’re not like those anti-endos, you’re told. “They medicalize their systems,” you’re told, “and their therapists are abusing them.” You feel so bad for those poor systems. They’re not like you; you’re fine. You’re normal. Unlike them.

You try to avoid the traumatized ones, but you see so many of them getting angry. They keep yelling about these people who don’t have trauma, who are “appropriating a disorder” — that same disorder you clearly have, but you don’t have trauma.

You crash your car while dissociating so hard that you hallucinate your parts headmates around you. And you are happy, because at least you have a family to take care of you. Isn't it so nice to see your parts headmates in real life?

You're normal. It's okay. You don't have trauma. You don't need trauma to be a system, and you love being a system. No you DON'T, the parts scream, you're dreaming! Wake up! Wake up, please, god, don't let that woman hug you, don't you know what she did--

You keep moving on.

Then you see the arguments that spark something in you. “You need trauma, but the age range is wider than you’d think.”

Your sexual abuser abusive romantic partner best friend from high school. There’d been that time you fell out with her. That time you blew up at her because she’d kissed you in public, blamed you for teasing her too much. You realize how little you remember.

What else have you forgotten?

“I have trauma but it’s well past the age range,” you say to an anti-endo, knowing you shouldn't have spoken to them, because everyone tells you not to -- but none of them are traumatized, and this person is. “What’s wrong with people having this disorder without trauma?”

“There’s decades of research on this,” you’re told. “It sounds like you do have trauma. Consider that you might have some you don’t remember. Otherwise, you don’t have DID.”

You are 19. You have DID, you know it. You ignore this person. “These other people told me I don’t need trauma. You’re just gatekeeping. You’re just wrong. I’m not traumatized. I’m not like you. I’m better.”

You go to the ones who comforted you, listened to you, manipulated you. "I have trauma, I think, but it's past the age those anti-endos talk about, how ridiculous are they?"

"I'm so proud of you for standing up to those sysmeds! A lot of us have been traumatized because of how people treat our system. I'm sorry those anti-endos traumatized you."

"Well, it wasn't them -- but you're right. Anti-endos are traumatizing. They've traumatized me."

You believe the lie you spread, because they spread it first, and it sounds right. You do not mention that you learned you were sexually assaulted by a peer as a child. That would just be trauma dumping, and that would make you no better than a sysmed.

You are 19. You’re “cured” of your DID, because the plurals around you say that if you like your system, you don’t have DID. They say if you can’t remember your trauma, you probably don’t have any, and “most DID is caused by trauma, you just might be a disordered plural.” They call you endogenic, or mixed-origin, or autigenic. Trying to suggest you have DID leads to them talking about those horrible traumatized systems DID systems disordered systems anti-endos.

“You can’t listen to them. You can’t reblog from them. They’re homophobic, racist, transphobic, bigoted, ableist, wrong. Any information they share is ableist.”

You listen. You always have. You roll your eyes good naturedly at them suggesting you don't have trauma -- they just meant your system isn't caused by trauma. They just misspoke. That's all.

... But what if they're right?

You are 20. You are a ????? system. You say you have DID, because you are disordered and fit all of the criteria, and you can have DID without trauma. Maybe you are just plural?

You start getting into fights with systems online. You spread misinformation your experiences. Anyone who disagrees with you is an ableist gatekeeper. You get fakeclaimed and it hurts. Now you are traumatized by anti-endos. You try to avoid them more, falling deeper into those circles that include everyone, including you. They must love you. They love everyone.

You see a post about trauma. You realize, slowly, so so slowly, your parents have hurt you. You remember everything. No??? You remember so little, the voices scream, sob, you can’t remember it because you’re not even trying to. Why bother trying when you can live in denial, and keep getting abused each time you go home, and keep getting hurt worse and worse every single weekend?

You are 20. You are a DID system. You have trauma. You know some of it.

You go to your manipulators harassers friends. “I figured it out! My system was formed my trauma!"

“Oh, you poor soul, who told you that?”

You feel cold. “What?”

“Those awful anti-endos fakeclaiming you-“

You feel isolated. “No?”

“You can’t listen to them. You’re autigenic. You’re being manipulated. You don’t have trauma.”

“My parents-“

“They love you, that’s not abuse. They were rich, that’s not abuse. They only yelled at you, that’s not abuse. You aren’t traumatized — don’t let the anti-endos convince you that you are.”

You are desperate. “But my DID!”

They frown at you. “You don’t need trauma to have DID. Saying otherwise makes you a sysmed."

You leave your friends. They weren’t friends at all.

You isolate. You have nobody. You made it clear that you would not speak to the filth anti-endos traumatized systems like yourself. You have nobody left to talk about your trauma with.

You are 21. You are a traumatized DID system. You only have your partner and in real life friends. Your abusers force you to drink on your birthday, and come into your safe space. You have nightmares for weeks.

Then you’re 22 and you are stuck with your abusers. You can see their faces now. You know the truth. You feel sick.

You are 23. 24. 25. You find new circles. You've researched trauma more, not nearly enough. You briefly become anti-endo, frustrated as you see more and more people hurt like you were, frustrated that the pro-endo spaces do not have any resources for those like you. Then you mellow, you try to divorce your trauma from your experience online. You try to find places to spread research and knowledge, to be traumatized and have people recognize what that means.

You are attacked for being traumatized, because this space has never been safe for trauma victims. You remember how you used to think when you were 19. You remember how you felt when you were left all alone. You try to keep the doors open, but it's so so hard, and you have to take care of yourself too. But you try. God, you try to help others.

You are 26.

You are in so many circles — endogenic, plural, CDD, traumatic, traumagenic, it doesn’t matter. You have so many people.

You see people telling others, “You don’t need trauma to have DID!” You take a deep breath and follow what your disgusting medicalist inclusive and welcoming therapist has taught you about stopping spirals. You try not to say anything deep at first, because you’re clearly triggered, and recent lessons have taught you more that you need can’t be traumatized online without getting hurt badly.

But you see people denying their trauma. Saying, “I don’t remember any trauma, and even if I did have trauma, I don’t feel like I do."

You remember being that way. You remember not remembering. You remember how your parents sexually abused you, now, even after you thought you’d remembered it all. You remember how your parents hit you and neglected you alongside their overbearing lack of boundary keeping. You remember how you convinced yourself it wasn’t trauma.

You remember how you went back, for years, because of what people said.

You could have left at 19. You had the chance. The options. The doors to freedom were wide open, and you did not step out, because you thought your cage was already freedom.

How much sooner could you have been free if you had simply acknowledged you had trauma, and it had been made clear that it was okay to have trauma? That it would be safe to leave? That you deserved to be able to leave?

You do research. You've done research. You try to find proof of endogenic -- of non-trauma -- DID. You find fakeclaiming. You find people misinterpreting statistics, or even flat out lying about statistics. You find decades, even centuries of research, in the attempt to figure out what's happening. You even resort to literary analysis, because at least you might be able to find evidence of people discussing non-trauma DID as a legitimate scientific thing while psychoanalysing old texts -- just like back at 19, back in college, back when you first heard what DID was.

You find nothing.

You try to share your experiences still. You try to explain in more private spaces, spaces where there can't be anonymous hatred flung your way -- or worse, people who have determined that you are an enemy that must be defeated taking each word you say and twisting it to demonize you -- and you watch in horror as they remember.

"That's trauma?"

"That's disordered?"

"I've never heard of this before."

"I thought I was endogenic. I thought I didn't have trauma."

They're fine. They struggle -- but trauma is a struggle -- and more importantly, they now know what resources to even aim for. They know where to look. They know what can help.

You wish you'd known that.

And you will never, ever stop being bitter about the years those people took from you. You will never forgive them for their fakeclaiming. You will never forgive them for the years you spent being abused more.

But it's okay.

It's normal.

And isn't it better to be inclusive of that very slim amount of people who, despite all evidence to the contrary, and despite all of Occam's understandings, and despite the harm that inclusiveness does to those who are suffering, just have DID without any of that pesky, disgusting trauma?

What do I know? I'm just a filthy sysmed.

#venting #syscourse #You can reblog this #I don't mind #But I won't be responding to anything on this post I don't think #I just needed to get this out #Armageddon Comes While I'm Sleeping #tw csa #tw cocsa #tw abuse

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getvalentined · 8 months

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I'm gonna say something really important here that was inspired by one specific event but applies to several others I've seen over the last few years. This is not vagueblogging to call someone out, this is a pattern I've seen a few times now that I'm genuinely concerned about.

If a series, whether books or television or films or video games, is so all-consuming in your life that a new installment going in a different direction from what you want is enough to make you have an emotional breakdown, you need to unplug from that series. If you sincerely refer to characters in this series as "[your] people" or "the love of [your] life" or "[your] family," not as a figure of speech but as something so genuine that having them handled in ways contrary to your preference makes you feel like your way of life is under attack, you need to distance yourself from those characters.

I'm saying this as someone who literally can't get into fandom debates anymore because I get so wrapped up that my heart rate spikes to the point of danger to my person. Because of a specific experience with a specific person (related to events outside fandom, but triggers are triggers) I have a very real trauma response to these discussions, and I can't engage with them anymore. I'm not saying this as "it's just a show calm down" or "why do you care so much about a video game" or as any kind of insult or passive aggression; I'm saying this as someone who understands firsthand that feelings get caught in specific places, and sometimes we just can't seem to pull them loose.

If you feel like this over a work of fiction, you need to get help, because there is something wrong. Something in your head and your heart has gotten caught on this work of fiction, and you need to pull it loose for your own wellbeing, but when it's gone that far it's all but impossible to do on your own.

I need to be very clear that I'm not talking about special interests or hyperfixations. I'm not talking about people who throw their lives into loving a specific thing, learning everything about that thing, expressing their interest in that thing, and so on. There's a line between passion and obsession, and a difference between what appears to be an obsession but is harmless and what appears to be passion but is an unhealthy level of obsession.

It's easy for those of us on the outside to write this kind of behavior off as just more entitled fans being entitled, but there's a point where what looks like entitlement exposes itself as something very different, something much more dangerous. If you're feeling this way—you need distance and assistance. If you're seeing friends behave this way—they need help, not rallying cries to "speak [their] truth."

I cannot express this strongly enough. No fictional character, no fictional story, no fandom is worth your health. Not one. Period. You are a real human being who deserves to be alive and safe and happy. The creators of a work of fiction are not attacking you or belittling your efforts by continuing to create within the boundaries of the fictional universe they created.

To put it as simply as I can:

If a work of fiction that you did not create existing in a state that you can't control is seriously damaging your mental and emotional wellbeing, you need to step away.

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spectralarchers · 1 year

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Help the world's oldest comic book store survive ❤️

Fantask, the oldest still active comic book shop in the heart of Copenhagen, is on the verge of closure here on the first of March.

They've been selling comic books since 1971.

Here's some historical pictures, including a visit by Will Eisner and Stan Lee, to the shop, which is still the same location as in 1971 when it opened:

You can help them survive by ordering comic books (in English!) here:

From January 1st and until February 28th, they are also having a 50% sale on all comic books pre-2022 in loose issues (all costing around 30-40-50 DKK), which means I just managed to get 48 missing Hawkeye comics home for half what I was expecting it to cost - and I helped preserve comic book history ❤️

Explore the shop through Google Maps:

They ship worldwide, but they don't have an actual shipping cost available outside of Denmark when checking out. You can contact them at their socials listed at the bottom of the page for inquiry.

If you want to support, even if you don't want to buy anything, you can buy a gift card as a 'donation' here*:

50 DKK (7.2 USD) gift card

100 DKK (14.4 USD) gift card

150 DKK (21.6 USD) gift card

200 DKK (28.8 USD) gift card

300 DKK (43.2 USD) gift card

400 DKK (57.6 USD) gift card

500 DKK (72 USD) gift card

600 DKK (86.4 USD) gift card

700 DKK (100.8 USD) gift card

800 DKK (115.2 USD) gift card

900 DKK (129.6 USD) gift card

1000 DKK (144 USD) gift card

Please help them survive.

(*Danish tax authorities won't accept a regular crowd funding campaign on GoFundMe or other due to regulations on white washing in Denmark, so a gift card is the best way to support the business).

Fantask skal reddes - og samler du på tegneserier, så kan du være med!

De har nemlig 50% på alle tegneserier (blade, ikke hæfter) her i januar & februar, så står du og mangler nogle til samlingen, så er det nu, du skal slå til.

Jeg har lige fået bestilt 48 Hawkeye blade jeg manglede til samlingen, som ellers bare stod på en liste til 'når jeg var forbi en tegneseriebutik'.

Hjælp den ældste tegneseriebutik i verden med at overleve ❤️

#Danish stuff #Fantask #You can reblog this

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uchiwife · 7 months

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🍡🌸 𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗨🍡🌸

『Cuz I meant to be your piece until I die,

No one's wanna be alone. I'll leave my soul by your side

Mokutekichi mo naku samayotteta sora no katasumi

Terasu hikari wa stay the same

Till I die

By your side｡♡』

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𝖲𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝖨𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗂 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖲𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖴𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗁𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋. 𝖳𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖨𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖨𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖲𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖴𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗁𝖺'𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌.

𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.

𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝖲𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝖺𝗅𝗌.

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘜𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭.🖤

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island-76 · 5 months

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I ended up misplacing my knee braces today, so I had to go without them while at school

I had forgotten how painful simply standing still was. I can't stand still (without my braces) for 5 minutes without a good bit of pain in my knees but with the knee braces it's a breeze. It's wild how easily you can become used to your mobility aids, and just be miserable without them

#mobility aids #chronic pain #chronic illness #knee braces #chronically ill #disabled #disability #you can reblog this

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birthclod · 12 days

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Sorry I have to make my own post bc I don't want op to see this (also because I hate their wording on the post) but re:the one tiktok screenshot of the person in the mental hospital recording a fellow inmate, someone in the replies was like "I think we should cut them a little slack for being a bit uncouth to their fellow inmates, if there's a time we should do that it's then" and like. No bitch!!! I get what you're saying and if it was just some girl being rude about someone else there whatever. But look at the language she and the comments use! Look how they talk about other mentally ill people!

The context of the matter is that the people screenshotted consider themselves one of the "Good" mentally ill people and talk about people in the mental hospital they were also put in as freaks and something to be afraid of. These are the kind of people that use "delulu" (and god forbid, "neurospicy") and then turn around and see one plural or a person with psychosis and start screaming for their mom to come pick them up. So please, forgive me if I show them absolutely no sympathy for how they treat others.

Also something I almost forgot to mention because none of this excuses the fact that she was fucking filming her inmate having an episode! Go to fucking jail! Do not pass GO, do not collect $200, go straight to hell.

#when the cookie crumbles #there is a lot of vitriol in this #i do not care #you can reblog this

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yasminthespiritfaninnit · 2 months

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Everyone, please stop reblogging my posts defending CC!Wilbur. I don’t regret taking the side of innocent until proven guilty. But he’s guilty.

I was fucking wrong and I am sorry to everyone who was trying to tell me that.

I am not leaving the fandom but fuck Cc!Wilbur.

Support Shelby Shubble!

#wilbur soot #tw: abuse #discourse #shelby shubble #you can reblog this

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sc0tland4evermember · 7 months

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Wait… people simp 4 paper thin? (Parappa)

#SIMP YOU SIMP #you can reblog this #parappa #parappa fanart #parappa the rapper #parappa 2 #Pls like this

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clancys · 2 days

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CLANCYS Hey guys! I'm micky and I make gifs. 20, she/they. tracking #usermicky

you might know me from this blog (used to be about 21p)

#*mine #you can reblog this #twenty one pilots #tøp #tyler joseph #josh dun #21 pilots #clancy

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ferinehuntressmoved · 5 months

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Hello! So... I need help. I have 25 dollars, and I want to try and get a bit of money to pay for gas at least (for my tank, i'm on empty, is about 35-40 dollars) and then maybe get food like milk or bread with what is left. So, I want to open up commissions and see if I can get something.

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